Here it is! A smutty outtake!
So this is set in the first chapter of "Stitch by Stitch" and…it's basically porn with very little plot. Long story short: she's pregnant with their fourth (miracle) baby, she's dreadfully skinny despite being pregnant, keeps throwing up…etc. etc. That's kind of all you need to know really.
WARNING: SMUT
He was just on the verge of sleep when he felt her hesitantly touching him through his pyjama bottoms, and he groaned without opening his eyes.
"I know you're awake," Tina murmured, and there was an amused tone in her voice.
"Not quite – but if you keep touching me like that I will be," Newt joked, and it made him grin when she laughed. "Come here then."
She sat up to straddle him, leaning down to kiss him hard on the mouth with a satisfied sigh. He growled at the feel of her – of her body rubbing against his rapidly hardening cock – and pulled her down closer as his teeth caught her bottom lip.
"Tina," He muttered against her mouth, breath hot. "Tina."
It didn't take long to start working on her pyjama buttons, kissing her fiercely as she straddled him, and as soon as he was able he pushed the shirt from her shoulders eagerly. With that out of the way, he started to run his hands over her body, over her back and her breasts eagerly – usually when she was pregnant she had been somewhat plumper, even when just a few months along, and he'd loved exploring those new curves…but something was different this time.
She was barely anything but skin and bone – his wife had always been slender and fit, working as an Auror, but this…this was closer to malnourished than fit.
"Tina," He gasped, pulling away from her. "You're so thin."
Tina looked confused for a moment – and then her expression changed to one of hurt. "Oh…sorry."
"Hang on," Newt muttered hurriedly when she tried to move away from him. "Tina, love, look at me." She did, and he wasn't particularly surprised to see that she looked decidedly upset. "I didn't mean it like that…I just meant-"
"I know," She said quietly, avoiding his gaze. "I'm sorry. We don't have to…if it makes you feel uncomfortable or anything…"
He shook his head, his grip on her tightening just a tad. "No, no…it's not like that, I was just…haven't you been eating?"
Her cheeks seemed to go pink. "Of course I have! It's just…well, it keeps coming back up. But I'm fine, honestly," She added hurriedly. "I'm eating properly, I really am. Please, can we carry on?"
Part of Newt wanted to continue asking her – wanted to know why she was so thin, why she was losing weight and not getting any larger despite being pregnant…but he also didn't want to push her. It was clearly a topic that made Tina uncomfortable, and the last thing he wanted to do was make her feel uncomfortable of all things.
It was for this reason he didn't say a word, instead silently nodding and returning the kiss she pressed against his mouth. The concern could wait for another night, he told himself, when she wasn't as stressed or anxious – they'd talk it over fully then…there were other things that needed taking care of, after all.
Doing his best to ignore how her ribs jutted out, Newt returned his attention to her breasts and started to palm them in his hands; Tina whimpered at the feeling of his calloused fingers rubbing against her nipples, already sensitive, and tangled her fingers in his hair. "Newt," She whispered, the desperation in her voice sending the blood pumping straight to his cock. "Yes…Newt…"
Before she could say anything else, he rolled them over so that he was hovering above her; he pressed a hard kiss to her collar bone, biting and nipping as his hands continued to fondle her chest. "Beautiful," He whispered into her skin, and his eyes seemed to burn as he looked at her. "Absolutely beautiful."
Keeping his eyes on her, Newt started to move his lips down her body and to her chest; he buried his face into the soft flesh of her breasts, sucking and biting. Tina moaned, throwing her head back as she arched underneath him. "Mercy Lewis, Newt!"
He couldn't help but smirk to himself as he moved to her nipples; she cried out as he bit down on a hardened nub, clutching the sheets tightly in her fists and writhing. For now he ignored his erection, rapidly growing with every noise his wife made, and instead focused on pleasuring her; it gave him a secret thrill to know that he could do such things to her, to see her lose control just for him.
Once he had finished lavishing both nipples generously, Newt's lips trailed further down her body and to the slight swell of her stomach: he kissed each of the marks left there from bearing their children, each of the scars acquired by acts of bravery, eager to prove just how much he loved her and loved her body. His fingers drifted southwards, resting on the top of her pyjama bottoms, and he looked up at her in the dark for permission.
Tina gave a quiet groan at his look. "Please, Newt, just get on with it!"
His chuckle was muffled by the skin of her hip as his hands started to drag her bottoms down her legs, wasting no time; he pulled away so that he could tug them off of her, throwing them to the floor and out of the way before nudging himself between her legs. He could see how aroused she was, even in the darkness, and his cock gave an interested twitch of anticipation.
"You're so divine," Newt sighed, his exhaled words warm on the inside of her thigh and dangerously close to her centre. "I am so lucky…let me taste you."
"Mercy Lewis…please…" She urged, breath catching in her throat. "Newt, love, please-"
She trailed off into a loud keen as he pressed his mouth against her mound, his tongue flicking against her, stroking and lapping at her wetness, and bucked her hips automatically; she reached down to fist a hand in his hair, throwing her head back in ecstasy. He couldn't help but grin to himself, somewhat cockily, pleased to have elicited such a reaction from her as his tongue dipped and swirled in-between her folds. His hand drifted over her, coming down to rest just above where his mouth was connected to her – and then he pressed down on the hard nub with his fingers, rolling and pinching.
"Fuck," Tina swore, arching beautifully for him. "Feels so good…so close…"
Newt could feel his erection, painfully hard, straining against his bottoms – but he was determined to make her feel good, to pleasure her, and so he instead settled for an experimental thrust against the mattress of the bed; he moaned at the friction created, face still buried in his wife's heat. He wanted nothing more than to push into her, to just let go and lose himself: he had to be mindful of her and the baby however, he reminded himself.
Tina didn't seem to share this concern whatsoever. "God, Newt…I need…I want…"
A peal of possessiveness ran through him suddenly as he removed his mouth, looking up at her with lust-blown eyes. "What do you want, Tina?" He questioned, voice low. "Tell me what you want, Tina – beg for it."
"Please," She panted desperately. "You know what I want-"
"Yes," He agreed huskily, and he increased the pressure against her clit with his fingers. "But I like hearing you say it."
Tina whimpered, almost as if she were in pain. "I want you, Newt."
"Be more specific – what do you want me to do?"
"I want you inside me," She gritted out, thrusting her hips against his hand. "I need to feel you inside me now!"
Newt growled, low and feral, as his hand retreated and he hurriedly forced his pyjama trousers down. He wasted little time as he hovered over her, giving his cock a few hard strokes and positioning the head at her entrance – he could practically feel the heat radiating from her.
"You're mine, aren't you, love?" He muttered, and his voice was somewhat softer. "Mine."
"Of course, always," Tina murmured, twining her arms around his neck. "Please, Newt, I need you to-"
He cut her off with a sharp thrust forwards, and they both moaned in unison as he buried himself deep inside of her; she was so wet and hot around him, absolutely perfect. Newt had started to pull his hips back, moving out of her, when his wife suddenly wrapped her legs around his waist to stop him.
"Wait," She gasped, holding him in place. "The…I forgot a Silencing Charm…the kids…"
"Oh, right. Yes," He agreed, somewhat breathlessly. "Uhm…here, I'll just…"
Holding himself inside of her, Newt reached over to the side-table of the bed (a rather large stretch) and picked up his wand; he muttered a Silencing spell in the direction of the door and then tossed his wand carelessly away. He just hoped it would hold – his mind really wasn't in the right place for casting spells, of all things.
"Right," He said, looking down at her. "Where were we?"
Tina grinned and thrust herself up against him in answer; he gave a chuckle before bracing himself above her and snapping his hips forwards. She groaned at the feeling of him moving inside of her, of being so completely full, and dug her nails into his shoulders.
"Shit," She swore, leaning up to kiss him; the pregnancy hormones were making all of the blood flow to her most intimate parts, extremely sensitive to touch. "I love you, Newt."
"Yes," Newt sighed contently, moving his lips over the curve of her throat as he continued to thrust slowly. "I love you too…don't you forget it, love. You're mine, Tina."
Tina whined, pulling her legs tightly around his hips. "Yours, you know I am…always will be…"
He couldn't help but notice how her ribs pressed against his chest, jutting and solid, and he felt a sudden protectiveness wash over him; she was pregnant with his child, after all, so it seemed natural to him that he would feel somewhat concerned and even possessive. They would talk about her worrying weight loss later – but for now he could take care of her like this, could satisfy her at the very least.
"Always," He repeated lowly, increasing the pace of his hips just a tad. "Want you to moan for me…want you to cum for me, Tina…"
Using one arm to support his weight, Newt brought one hand up to her breasts and gave a hard nipple a pinch; Tina cried out loudly for him, her quim giving a clench around his cock – it wouldn't take much longer for her to finish, not with her hormones running rampant. He just hoped he could last long enough to bring her to orgasm – he could feel that the band in his groin was close to snapping and releasing.
"Tell me you're close," Newt panted, twisting her nipple between his fingers. "I don't know if I can…want you to cum first…"
Tina whimpered again underneath him, tossing her head back on the pillows of the bed; her dark hair fanned out beneath her like a kind of dark halo, and he couldn't but feel slightly taken aback by how beautiful she looked to him. "Yes…so close…oh, Newt…so nearly…"
Her hands drifted from his shoulders and down his back, nails still biting at his skin and digging in; he groaned, fucking into her with a vigorous and unrelenting rhythm. "Mine," He growled deeply, moving his fingers to her other breast and palming her flesh. "Say my name when you cum, Tina…want to hear you say it…that you're mine."
"Yes, you know I am," She whispered breathlessly, and one hand was suddenly twisting in his hair. "I always am, Newt…oh…"
"Say it again, Tina – loud and clear."
Tina clenched around him, the first waves of climax starting to overtake her. "I am yours," She repeated. "And you're mine…oh fuck, Newt! Yes…Yes!"
And she was coming undone underneath him with a guttural cry, shouting his name into the air loudly as she crested; he could feel her walls, slick and tight, milking him and his hips stuttered just a bit.
"Tina…"
"Newt," She gasped, body still thrumming with the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Come on, Newt…want to feel you cum…want to feel you cumming inside me…"
That just about did it; his hips slammed into her one last time before stilling as he shuddered and shook with the force of his climax. Tina gave a quiet moan at the feel of his cock twitching and releasing inside of her, at the sudden spurt of warmth, and started to press gently kisses to his collarbone to ease him through it.
"Merlin, Tina," He muttered, quite out of breath as he buried his face into her soft breasts. "I mean…Merlin."
She gave a laugh, a hand stroking down his spine lightly. "I know, dear."
It took a few minutes for them both to recover adequately; she gave a small wince when he pulled out, feeling rather empty all of a sudden – but then this feeling was quickly replaced by adoration when her husband moved down her body to press a kiss to her slightly-swollen abdomen.
"I hope that didn't disturb you," Newt murmured to the bump affectionately. "But I'm afraid I can't keep my hands off your Mummy." He hesitated for a moment before continuing, slightly more serious this time. "Be nice to your mother, alright? She loves you so much already – we both do – but she needs some rest and looking after sometimes too."
Tina blinked to get rid of her tears – it was silly to get tearful over such things, even in the aftermath of an orgasm – and once her husband was lying beside her she happily settled herself into his side. He wrapped an arm around her, nuzzling the top of her head as they cuddled somewhat tiredly.
"Tina," He said suddenly, voice quiet. "I…I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"What?" She raised a brow at him. "No, Newt, never. I'm not fine china that will break, even if I am pregnant – I'm more than alright."
Newt looked rather relived as he grinned and closed his eyes. It wasn't long until they fell asleep, snuggled together under the duvet and in each other's arms.
I don't know if I should write the outtake for Chapter 3 of "Stitch by Stitch" (you know…where Newt was kinda afraid of touching her and then she was like "nah" and he was like "okay let me show you") or if I should just keep it as this one? Let me know!
And Newt ended up being kinda possessive, holy shit O_O (let's be real, Tina kinda loves it)