A follow-up to "Wandwork" – a fic which saw your favourite Magizoologist wanking over your favourite Auror.

A lot of people wanted a follow-up featuring Tina doing the same thing so…fuck it, here it is.


"Tina…" His voice was soft, mumbled into her skin. "So beautiful. Perfect."

She writhed underneath him, bucking her hips up against his desperately. "Please, please…I need you to…"

He grinned crookedly, hair falling onto his forehead as he moved away. "Alright. One moment." He reached down, positioning himself so that the head of his cock was pushed inside; she let out a groan, gripping the bedsheets underneath her.

And when he pushed all of the way in, it was pure heaven.

"Fuck…Mercy…" She reached to grip his shoulders, gazing up at him. "Move, please, just move…I'm going to go crazy otherwise…"

He started to thrust shallowly, and his face changed: he closed his eyes and exhaled some air between his teeth as his face twisted in pleasure. "So tight…Merlin…yes…"

It didn't take long for him to build a decent rhythm, hands reaching to grip her hips tightly so that he could hold her in place; she writhed beneath him, hair absolutely wild and body thrumming with exhilarated ecstasy.

"You're so wet," He murmured, almost helplessly. "I can feel it…I can feel you squeezing around me…bugger…"

Even in the dull light, she could see every one of his freckles – she loved every single one of them, wanted to count them, kiss them…she doubted she'd ever love a man now if he didn't have freckles. And the way his eyes burned as he watched her underneath him…it made something hot and primal claw its way into her belly.

"So close…" She whimpered, squeezing his shoulders.

He moaned loudly, music to her ears, thrusting even harder and faster. "Yes…so nearly…you're so perfect," He muttered again, pressing open-mouthed kisses against her throat. "You're absolutely perfect, Tina, and you're mine."

"Yes," She agreed readily, bucking against him. "Yours, all yours."

She was so close to climaxing when he let out a cry and stilled; she could feel him pulsing and releasing inside of her, swelling as he came hard. She had made him cum, she had brought him this pleasure – no one else, just her – and she cried out as a wave of pleasure washed over her.

"YES! NEWT!"

And that was when Tina woke up, heart thumping wildly and with an ache between her legs.

This wasn't the first dream she had had regarding Newt – but it was the first of that nature. She barely knew Newt, she would argue, so to think of him in such a way would be grossly-inappropriate…but all the same, she couldn't help it. No other man had ever made her feel quite like this, not even the meagre few boyfriends she had dated in the past, and try as she might to deny it she couldn't.

A part of her had started to fall in love with Newt Scamander, against her better judgement.

Thankfully her sister still appeared to be asleep and so unable to read her thoughts – she dreaded what Queenie might think if she saw those images. It was still night-time, and it would probably be best if she tried to sleep some more before work in the morning.

Then again, it had been such a long time since she'd relieved herself like this – she couldn't do it often of course, living in such close proximity with her younger Legilimens sister, but Queenie was fast asleep, and she was already so wet…

Just once wouldn't hurt.

Slowly, Tina unbuttoned the first few buttons of her pyjama shirt and pushed down the matching bottoms so that they were around her knees; one hand trailed to cup a breast, and she had to bite her lip to stop herself from making any noise. It wouldn't take long at all to reach a climax, seeing as she'd been so close before waking up. Closing her eyes, she tried to imagine someone else touching her, someone else fondling her breasts.

She nearly fell out of bed when the first thing she thought of were calloused, freckled hands.

No, she thought to herself sternly, I will not think of Newt Scamander. That would be inappropriate on a number of levels.

But the image was already there, imprinted in her mind; his touch had been soft that day when they said goodbye at the docks, tentative almost, and she couldn't help but wonder if it would be the same touching her breasts – or perhaps he would be more forceful, more confident, touching her. He would probably consider sex a natural and normal thing, becoming less awkward because it was about instinct.

Well…I'm already thinking about him – there wouldn't be much point in stopping now, I guess.

Tina imagined Newt looking at her with burning eyes, absolutely hungry; he would press kisses against every part of her he reached, touching and licking and even biting his way down her body. Perhaps he would pay special attention to her breasts, sucking and pressing his face against them – his fingers would expertly pinch and squeeze her nipples, knowing just what she needed.

She involuntarily bucked her hips – she wasn't going to last long at all.

Her hand trembled slightly as she reached down between her legs, pressing her fingers against her mound and groaning quietly when she felt how wet she was – Newt would groan, feeling how wet she was, and she imagined that her fingers were his as she started to rub her clit desperately.

The image of Newt hovering above her invaded her mind once more, almost as if he were really there; she could almost feel him thrusting hard, gripping her hips to maintain a pleasurable angle for them both, could almost see his face as he suddenly came inside of her without warning. She could hear his voice in her ear, as if he were next to her.

"Fuck, Tina…so perfect…You're mine…all mine…"

In the dream he had cum for her, only for her, growling her name: he wasn't like the other men who thought she was plain or dull…no, he had been pushed to the edge inside of her, and only her-

Her back arched, hips rising from the bed as her orgasm crashed over her like a peal of thunder; despite herself, Tina couldn't help but whimper and cry out his name into the empty air. Never had she climaxed as strongly as she did now, lying in bed whilst thinking of Newt Scamander.

Tina didn't know how long she lay there, panting harshly as she recovered; when she finally managed to come to somewhat, she shakily removed her hand from her clit and pulled her pyjama bottoms back up. She couldn't even believe she had just done that, fantasizing about a man she'd known for just a week – she dreaded to know what Newt would say if he ever found out she'd pleasured herself whilst thinking about him.

He probably wouldn't take it very well, she thought anxiously.

It was only a silly fantasy: it would never happen. After all, they were on different continents for a start – and if he did return to give her a copy of his book, as promised, he would have almost definitely moved on. Perhaps he would have even rekindled his relationship with Leta Lestrange.

The thought made her eyes sting with tears, though she desperately rubbed them away with her sleeve; there was no point getting upset really – it wouldn't be the first time a man had passed her off for a prettier woman, and she was sadly used to it.

But none of them had been Newt Scamander – none of them had made her feel the way he had made her feel during his stay. To him, she hadn't been boring or bland at all: he had even seemed to enjoy her company, appreciating her help finding his creatures, and his goodbye at the docks had seemed whole-heartedly genuine.

There was a strong chance it would never happen – that he would never see her in that way – but all the same she couldn't help but think that it was nice to pretend otherwise.

Tina rolled onto her side, feeling exhausted now from her activities; despite her certainty that it would never happen, she found herself imagining what it would be like to curl up in his arms.

If only.


Wahhh, this ended up being angsty as fuck.

Sorry if this chapter sucked, I honestly have never written masturbation before so…eep.