((someone requested newt getting jealous and someone else said a dirty newt imagine so))
((this one is dirty dirty dirty and I'm not sorry))
((the title makes me think of those seagulls from Finding Nemo oml))

N E W T

Newt had always maintained his calm, respectful composure both in the Glade and in the bedroom, but you sensed something else underneath it all. He never seemed to get jealous when other Gladers hit on you, and it was pissing you off that he was denying you whatever was inside.

So of course you had a plan.

First you found Jasper, a boy who couldn't seem to understand the phrase 'no'. Newt was used to him flirting with you, but he surely wasn't expecting you to reciprocate it. You playfully hit his arm, letting your hand linger for a second too long. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Newt's eyebrows furrow as he watched you from his seat beside Alby.

You had caught his attention. Perfect. The next step had to be done with absolute precision. You leaned in to hear Jasper so that from Newt's angle there could be doubt over the placement of your lips. Jasper was in the middle of bragging about his strenuous work as a Builder when a hand wrapped around your arm.

"Sorry Jasper, it looks as though your story is putting her to sleep, I think it's time for us to go to bed, Y/N." Newt's voice was just beneath a snarl as he addressed the boy in front of you.

Mission accomplished, you thought as he dragged you through the camp. A grin was on your face as he opened the door. You had just closed the door behind you when Newt pushed you back against it. Something dark and feral was in his face as his mouth immediately went for your neck.

"You're mine Y/N." His voice was low and gravelly as he sucked and bit at your skin. "And you shouldn't forget that."

The smile dropped off your face and your breath hitched in your throat as he swirled his tongue in circles around the already tender skin. "Newt." You moaned, tangling your fingers in his hair.

"That's right, say my name." He moved from your neck to pull on your ear with his teeth before latching his lips onto yours. Not even bothering to ask permission, his tongue slipped into your mouth and his hands harshly pulled your hips closer to him.

((author in need of desperate medical attention))

Newt quickly disposed of your shirt, leaving your bare back against the wooden door. "This isn't fair." You said, tugging at his shirt. He quickly threw it off and reattached your mouths.

"Let's see if I can make you scream my name loud enough that dick Jasper can hear it from the dining hall." Newt growled, his voice dripping with arousal.

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The next morning you had a countless number of dark hickies trailing from your neck down to your thighs. Bruises like his fingerprints were on your hipbones.

You had woken up before him and occupied yourself with tracing the red scratches down his back from where you had dug your nails in as you came. Newt slowly woke up and reached a hand up to hold the one that was along his back. A little smile was on your face as he sat up and pulled you onto his lap. He pressed soft kisses along your shoulders as he sleepily murmured 'mine' over and over again.