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Word Count: 1215
Smut: Yes | No
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It was freezing. Today in the glade was the coldest it had ever been. In the year and a half that you’ve been here, it was never as rainy and miserable as it was now.
You had a long chilli day of working your ass off in the rain, and you were so tired. All you wanted was a nice hot shower before bed.
But I guess you weren’t the only one who wanted that…
Your already freezing naked body got into the shower to be greeted by cold water.
You refrained from swearing as you rinsed yourself off and shivered. You completed your shower routine as fast as possible and then you clothed your nearly blue body.
As you walked out of the shower house, the cold air hit you like a brick, and you shivered even more if possible.
The glade was dead. Everyone was sleeping in the homestead. You tried to walk as fast as you possibly could, when you heard a rustling behind you, you whipped around, and were startled when you saw Minho.
“Holy crap!” You sighed, “You scared me!”
“Sorry,” He smiled. Just then, you noticed how nice his smile really was. You had never really talked to him much before, and you were pleasantly surprised by his attractiveness. “I’m just on a little run around the glade. Couldn’t sleep.”
“Oh,” you nodded, then embarrassingly, your teeth started to chatter. You gasped and slapped your hand over your mouth.
Minho laughed, and you just looked down. Trying to hide the blush on your cheeks. That was when you saw his bare arms, he was only wearing a t-shirt, and jeans. Where as you were wearing a long sleeve shirt, a hoodie and pants.
“Cold?” He asked.
You nodded, and his smile faded. Hesitantly, he reached out to touch your cheek.
You normally would have declined, but from inches away, you could feel the warmth radiating off his skin.
“Man,” His eyes widened. “Y/N, you’re freezing!”
“I’m aware.” You snapped, getting a little grumpy. That was always how the cold made you. Angry.
“Let’s get you to the homestead.” Minho took your arm, and dragged you behind him. You were a little stunned, but you followed, loving the feeling of his hand on your cold skin.
When you entered the sleeping atmosphere, you tried your best to quiet your steps.
You were expecting to turn to your hammock, but Minho kept dragging you to the end, where his hammock was.
“Minho…” You asked. “Why are we going to yours?”
“I’m going to keep you warm,” He said. And all though you could not see his face, you already knew there was a smirk on his face.
“Oh please,” You snorted, when really, in your head, the voice came out pleading. You wanted to be warm so badly.
Minho let go of your hand, and turned to face you. He then, to your surprise, he took his shirt off.
You gasped, and tried your best to look away, but failed. Turning to sneak a peak at his abs.
“Take yours off.” He said to you, pulling off his pants as well.
“What?! No!” You whisper yelled back.
“How the hell am I supposed to warm you up if you have 18 layers of clothing blocking me from your skin?” He asked, as if you were stupid. “Just take it off.” And there was the smirk.
Although you were skeptical, what Minho said did seem rational. And sleeping in a hammock with him, and getting a little close didn’t seem all that bad either… Hesitantly, you reached for the hem of your shirt.
Minho smiled at you, and layed down on the hammock, in nothing but his underwear.
You rolled your eyes, and pulled the garment over your head. Taking your pants off as well.
“Come here,” He said.
You moved towards him, and he reached his hand out to grab yours. You took it and layed down beside him. Your shoulders just touching.
He laughed. “Oh please, Y/N.” Then he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into him, your chests now pressing together.
“God, you are freezing.” He stated the obvious once again, and intertwined your legs.
You bit your lip and looked away, wanting to avoid eye contact with the boy you were currently in bed with.
“I can’t really feel my feet or my hands.”
“I can help,” He smiled a little, and took your hand in his. He held it tightly then brought it up to his mouth. He breathed on your hand for a couple seconds, and then he kissed everyone of your fingers. Making you giggle.
“Tell me a little bit about yourself, Y/N.” He grinned.
“I can’t really remember any of it,” You laughed.
“Right.” Minho just smiled a little more and looked down.
You bit your lip for a second, and looked up at him through your eyelashes. He was honestly very attractive. Seeing him up close and personal, made him seem god like. His muscles were defined in all the right places, and his hair was perfect, as were his facial features. You weren’t exactly unlucky to be spending time cuddling with him.
“You’re making me cold,” He said.
You couldn’t tell now if he was joking, but either way, you didn’t want to make him cold.
“I think I’m going to go back to my hammock now…” You told him, placing your hand down on a hard surface, and pushing up.
He sat up, causing your hand to loose its balance. You accidentally grabbed his bicep to steady yourself. Oh man…
It was large. You couldn’t fit your hand around it. It was muscular and hard, and you nearly let out a small moan at getting to feel him up for a second.
“Just stay here,” He said.
“I don’t want to make you cold.” You argued.
“Lay down, Y/N,” He demanded.
You agreed again, because how could you not.
“What else can’t you feel?” He asked.
“Hm,” You laughed a little. “My nose.”
He laughed too, and then leaned forward, pressing a small kiss to the tip of your nose.
Your smile fell immediately, and suddenly the words jumped out of your mouth. “I can’t feel my lips.”
Then you slapped a hand over your mouth, startled that you actually said that.
You expected him to laugh, but he didn’t, he just smirked. “They do look a little blue… Maybe I should warm them up?” He grinned, leaning a bit closer.
Your heart did back flips as his lips approached yours. When he was millimeters away, you felt his warm breath fanning across your lips, and you nearly lost it, your stomach tightening. That was when he closed the distance.
You immediately moved your lips with his, loving the feeling. All your emotions were in overdrive now. All though the kiss was long, it felt so short, and you longed for more when it ended.
“Better?” He asked.
“Not quite.” You replied, grabbing his neck and pulling him down.
Word Count: 1964
Smut: Yes | No
Requested: Yes | No
This imagine was inspired by multiple messages between okaynewt, and an anon. Enjoy!
“My god, Newt!” You shouted.
Once again, no reaction. At this point, you had forgotten what you were even fighting about in the first place, you just wanted him to care. You were so angry, and it had no effect on him. He just watched you rage and did nothing about it.
You stared at him long and hard before, shoving him back. “Show some god damn emotion, Newt! You don’t even care.”
You knew he cared. Of course he did. But it was Newt. The rational, sweet heart. He knew that yelling at each other wouldn’t solve anything. He just wanted to let you blow off steam.
You had no clue whether it was the accusations of him not caring, or if it was when you shoved him, but his eyes were now a little darker. He clenched his jaw, as if to hold his words, but they eventually poured out.
“You bloody want me to scream at you? What the hell is that going to do for either of us?”
His sudden burst, as much as you hated it, it was hot. The veins in his neck became visible, and his jaw clenched. You weren’t supposed to be turned on by this, you were supposed to be mad. But he was just so fucking gorgeous.
You tried to focus on your anger, and not the overwhelming, and growing sexual tension. You just stare at him.
“Oh yeah? So know you’re not going to talk to me?” Newt pushes. “I thought you wanted me to react?”
You continue to look at him, just blinking.
The anger in his face almost completely fades, and he steps towards you. “Are you alright? Did I scare you?”
No. You think to yourself. You’re not exactly sure how to say that seeing him angry makes you want to jump his bones. “I was just startled.” You say. Then you scoff a little. “As if you could scare me, Newt.” You step back, bumping into the kitchen counter, not wanting him to be any closer. The proximity between you two might just be too much, and you might end up stroking his hair, or touching his face, but you can’t do that. You’re too stubborn. So you cross your arms and say, “I’m still mad at you.”
Newt stays where he is, you can tell that he’s worried. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten you. “Well, maybe I’m mad at you too.” He tells you.
You grin a little, letting out a little huff. “Well at least you’re showing it now.” You were excited that you had broken past his usual passive aggressive glare. “So, are you going to apologize now?” You asked, a small smirk on your face.
Newt scoffs, and shakes his head. “Why would I apologize? I haven’t done anything wrong. You should be the one saying sorry to me,” You knew this might happen. His overly rational mind was stopping him from ending this fight because he knew, and you knew, that he didn’t do anything wrong.
You stand there for a long moment, glaring at eachother. Then surprisingly, he takes a step forward. “You sure you don’t want to apologize?” He taunts.
Newt made you like a teenager again. Horny and moody, and his close proximity was making it harder to stay mad. You growl and then protest. “Who said I did anything wrong? I don’t want to apologize to you. Stoic Newt, huh? The guy who never does anything wrong, right? You’re just the epitome of perfection.” You mock.
This doesn’t rattle him in the slightest. He just replies, eyes narrowed. “Did I ever tell you how bloody loud you are? You probably pissed off all the neighbours for one.” He shoots back. “You started a fight with me. You knew you wouldn’t win, because I didn’t do anything wrong. So you should apologize to me.”
You’re counting the steps, one more, and he’ll be right in front of you. Less then a few inches apart. But you’re still not ready to give in. You put your hands on your hips. “Whatever, Newt. Fuck you. It’s like you don’t even care at all, You barely even reacted.”
“Bloody hell, when you pick fights over every little thing its kind of hard to react.” He rolls his eyes. “I could use up all of my energy fighting you.” He runs a hand through his hair, nearly breaking you.
You shake your head. brushing his alluring movements off. “Well if everything I pick a fight over is so insignificant to you, why do you even bother to stick around?”
Now this time. This time. Newt does explode. He swiftly steps forwards, his hands grabbing at the counter on either side of you. His angry face leaning towards you, he just glares.
You are left just staring up at him, his tall figure almost towering above you.
You leave the air silent for a moment. He’s too angry, and you’re just breathless.
“Well?” You aim to push his buttons more. “You gonna pack your things because of all the fights I start with you?”
You know have a different type of silent Newt staring down at you. You’ve managed to push past his quiet passive stage. He’s seething at the idea that he could leave after a stupid fight like this one. He can’t even speak he’s so angry. He’s never not been the calm one, and here he is, taking deep breathes trying to do so.
If you were to inch forward you’d be pressed against him. You’re not exactly sure how he’ll react to your touch now, but that doesn’t stop you. You brush your fingers across his chest. “Well?” You test, waiting for a reply to your question.
Your touch makes his hands clamp down on the counter even tighter. “I’m not bloody leaving.” He says through clenched teeth. He’s never sounded this angry before. “I’m not a fucking child.” He states. “How dare you?”
“You sure?” You press on. “Cause I think the silent treatment is kind of childish.”
He leans forward even more know, locking you in place. “Say it again. I dare you.”
The counter is pressing into your back, but Newt doesn’t move a muscle. “I said, the silent treatment is kind of childish.” You have always pushed Newt’s buttons, but never before have you received a reaction quite like this. It almost makes you want to see how far you can go.
He just shakes his head, a grim smile plastered on his lips. He lets out a harsh laugh. “Sometimes you can be a real bitch.” He says, his voice lower than usual.
Fuck is he ever attractive when he’s angry. One last push.
“Only when you make me one, Isaac.” You place your hands against his chest, pushing lightly.
You feel him freeze momentarily at the mention of his first name. He hates it.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me right now.”
You smirk at him, and shrug your shoulders. “Sometimes I’ve got to do what I’ve got to do to get a rise out of you. In more ways then just one.” You say sarcastically glancing down in the direction of his groin.
Snap. Something inside of Newt went. “Fuck you.” He snarls.
“Wouldn’t you like to.” You grin. “You’d love to right now, huh, Isaac?”
He wants to scream at you. You can just tell. But you also know he does want to fuck you.
“Apologize.” He barks. “You started this bloody fight, you end it.”
You scoff. “No fucking way! You!”
Newt growls, and one of his hands moved from the counter to your waist, gripping harshly and catching you off guard. “You’re so fucking stubborn.”
You bite your lip, and your fingers curl around his shirt. “So that must be a sign that you should just say sorry.”
Newt lets out a sinister chuckle. “I’ve apologized too many times, its your turn.”
You laugh and shake your head. “When the hell have you ever apologized?” Your fingers tighten around his shirt, and his on your hip. Nearly bruising.
You’re so angry, but you don’t want to let go. “Refresh my memory, please, Isaac. Quit playing the victim. I may pick fights but I don’t I certainly don’t end them by saying sorry. You never think you’ve done anything wrong, Isaac!”
“Will you stop with the Isaac already?” He yells. “It’s like you’re trying to piss me off!”
You flush when you see the realization in his eyes. Newt isn’t stupid. You’re surprised it even took him this long to figure out what you’ve been up to in the past few minutes.
“Really,” He breathes out, “So that’s how you want to play this?”
You smirk, and his eyes darken even more if that’s possible. Before you have time to react, you’ve been lifted onto the counter, and Newt’s lips are on yours. You smirk into the heated kiss, and nibble his lip a tiny bit, knowing it drives him crazy.
He pulls away, and you attach yourself to him, “Bloody hell,” He cries making his way to the bedroom.
Once you enter the room, you’re thrown down on the bed. Newt yanks his shirt off, before climbing on top of you, he does the same to you, and you’re left in your bra and jeans.
His hands roam your body, and then they get to the line of your jeans. He wastes no time in pulling them from your body. He pauses for a moment to unbutton his own pants, and pull them off, his boxers following.
You grin at his erection, who knew it did as much to him as it did to you.
He got on top of you once again and connected your lips. Newt was impatient today, his hand pressed right onto your core, and you let out a loud moan.
He pushed your panties to the side, and stuck a finger deep inside you, you bit your lip and gripped Newt’s hair.
“God, baby, you’re so wet for me.”
“Mm, Newt, hurry please.” You begged him.
He smirked, and entered you, he thrusted multiple times, and you screamed in anticipation.
“Newt! Oh god! Keep going!”
He went even faster, carrying you to your climax. “Uh, Newt, I’m gonna-”
He stopped. He pulled out completely.
“What the hell?” You cried.
“Say it. Say you’re sorry.” Newt demanded.
“You’re such an asshole.” Your insides churned with anger as you looked at him. But you wanted him so badly.
“Say it, babe.”
“No.” You stood your ground stubbornly.
Newt slouched down, his lips touching your neck seductively. “Say it.” His hand found your core once again, and he rubbed achingly slow.
You whined loudly. “Newt, please!”
“Say it, Y/N.” He said again, pressing a tiny bit harder.
“Fine! Damn it, I’m sorry Newt, now please, just get in me.” You cried.
“Thanks baby,” He grinned, entering you again. You moaned in pleasure, and this time, Newt didn’t stop. You hit your climax.
“Oh god,” You moaned.
Newt flipped off of you, and smiled. “You’re so good, babe.”
You laughed lightly, and curled into his side, out of breath. “You’re such a douche, Newt.”
He chuckled, and extended his arm around you. “I love you,” He smiled, kissing your forehead.
“I love you too.”