~ He will somehow stop fidgeting as he usually does, which is your first indicator
~ Lots of lingering stares
~ Not so subtle hints to you
~ Neck kisses
~ N e c k k i s s e s
~thigh squeezes underneath the table
Newt Make-Out Sessions
~ He’s the dom one when it comes to this
~ Tongue galore; not in a bad way, god, no, just the right amount to where every nerve in your body is electrified
~ Newt loves giving hickies all over you; about your neck, your chest, you jaw
~ He’ll cup his hands underneath your thighs, lifting you up onto the table for better balance
~ Sweet talk
~ “You’re so beautiful” “How do I deserve you?” “I love you more than I could have ever loved anything or anyone” “You are what I live for and you are what I will die for”
~ and then he fingers you
Quickies With Newt
~ Being desperately pushed up against a wall, his hands around your body as though his only mindset is to protect and pleasure you
~ Quickly thrusting in and out, leaving you to moan loudly while your slick walls tighten around him
~ He would whisper your name huskily into your ear, saying it like a prayer
~ Both of you melting together after the few moments of embrace, your thighs slick with his cum
The Honeymoon
~ slow and romantic dancing beforehand; Newt’s face buried in your neck. You can feel the wide smile on his face because “my love, we’re married!”
~ Then, as the music would die down on the record player, Newt would take your hand and lead you to the bed
~You would each take turns undressing each other, admiring the familiar slopes and curves of each body
~ Newt would kiss you gently, dragging his fingers through your hair before pushing his way inside you; it’s relieving to not have to worry about charms or protection because now you’re married and a pregnancy would be even more a blessing
~ You would spend the night embraced in each other’s arms before watching the sunrise then sleeping all day long
