#23 and also "I got a fistful of your hair But you don't look like you're scared You just smile and tell me, "Daddy, it's yours." from bruno mars gorilla with either Kylo Ren or Newt? smutty smut and hopefully a lil longer? ;*
#23: “she’s gonna be an angel, just you wait and see - when it turns out she’s a devil in between the sheets” + “I got a fistful of your hair But you don’t look like you’re scared You just smile and tell me, “Daddy, it’s yours.”
Newt had started off his night in a suit, his date to the ball wearing an angelic white gown. You had been the definition of lovely and polite, making light conversation with him during the date, dancing properly and giggling gently when he accidentally stepped on your feet. Everything had been like a dream, the car he had bought running smoothly as he drove you to your door. You were proper and contained, wanting to leave him wanting more. But that all changed the moment he put the car into park.
“Tonight was… amazing.” He smiled, his handsome face illuminated by the dull streetlamps. “Thank you. I’d love to do it again sometime.”
“You’re a busy man Newt. I doubt we’ll get to do something like this soon.” You fussed, loosening his tie for him. The way you bent over to tend to him made the view of your breasts look great in that low cut dress.
Newt cleared his throat, trying to avoid staring as it was not what a gentleman would do. “I’m willing to hold out for someone like you.” He uttered huskily. “I mean it. You’re special to me (Y/n).”
You sighed. “I hate how formal we have to be to each other. I hate that this is our first date.”
Newt frowned. “You didn’t enjoy it?”
“No, I loved it!” You said. “It’s just… People like us don’t have the time to develop things. You’ll probably forget about me after a month of chasing down rare dragons to write about.”
Newt considered your words, his hand lingering at your jawline now. “I’ll always make time for you. I see… I see us going somewhere.”
“Really?” You perked up hopefully, grabbing a hold of his scarred hands. You adored their roughness.
“Yes. And since people like us don’t have time to develop things,” he smirked, leaning in closer, “why not speed up the process?” His lips were hovering over yours now, their softness gazing yours teasingly. “Let’s not waste time on formalities. I want you.” He pressed his lips to yours, impatient and desperate in his touches. You were excited, but the moment was being slightly ruined by the handbrake digging into your stomach. Newt parted, his lips a little swollen from the intensity of the kiss. “Backseat?” He suggested.
“Backseat.” You nodded, both hopping out and hastily climbing into the leather cushioned seats. Newt pushed you into the cold material, his hair already dishevelled and his pupils blown with lust. He took no time in peppering kisses down your neck and breasts, his hands exploring you excitedly. All the while you tugged on his hair, your fingers getting lost in the soft tendrils.
“Yes Newt. Right there.” You moaned as he began sucking on a sweet spot on your neck, right above your hammering pulse. He dipped his clothed hard-on into your core, eliciting a whimper from the two of you.
You had received enough teasing, and decided to push Newt off you, responding to his perplexed look by taking a seat in his lap. His head fell back onto the now foggy window of the door as you ground into him, his hands pulling at your dress. As he zipped it off, you smeared red lipstick stains all over his jaw and neck, nipping hard to mark him as he had you.
“Fuck, love.” He groaned, running his hands down your now bare skin. In the meantime you had managed to rid him of his shirt and tie, unbuttoning his trousers now. He pulled your panties to the side as you pulled his length out, wasting no time in lining yourself up.
Your thighs trembled as Newt wrapped his arms around your middle, grunting as you immediately started riding him. His fingers clawed at your shoulders as he pushed you down, his strokes sloppy and needy. You kissed him with force, biting at his bottom lip as he kneaded your ass, relishing the sounds you were making just for him. He let out a low moan as you bit on his earlobe, before arching your back to provide him with a deeper angle.
“You like that daddy?” You purred, feeling his cock twitch violently inside of you. His mouth hung open, unable to push out a reply while his vocal cords were stringing together a succession of groans and whimpers.
“Y-yes.” He uttered, his mouth finding your nipples. “Baby girl.” He tested, smiling against your breasts as you shuddered. “Cum for daddy, won’t you? Be a good girl.”
You screamed onto his lips as he captured yours, his hips jerking up into yours harshly to lead you to your orgasm. The stifling air in the car had left you both sweaty, your bodies so dirty but pure as you both came to your highs. You had no strength after you had come down, your head resting against Newt’s heaving chest.
“That was… greatly unexpected.” Newt chuckled, his face flustered. “I didn’t take you for one who liked to do things fast.”
“Speak for yourself Mr. Magizooloist.” You retorted, flicking his nose.
Newt couldn’t believe how events had taken such a turn, but he knew that when he had met someone so easy to connect with, sometimes it wasn’t right to take it slow.
“So… shall we go again?” He suggested with a dark smirk.