Delightful

It’s a wonder how you got here. You’re kneeling on the cot, arm stretched above in front of you with a niffler scrambling on the top shelf, a confused magizoologist beneath you between your kneeling legs, freckled cheeks dusted pink.

You’re his partner. Partner as in, co-worker, essentially. You’ve been Newt’s assistant for the past few years as he’s been grinding through the publication of his new book on fantastic beasts. Since he first visited New York, you’ve been insistent on becoming his disciple as you were majoring in magizoology in the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and just so happened to catch him chasing his niffler around Queens. Magizoology fascinated you ever since you started wizarding school, and inspired you to travel to the deep and unknown crevices of the world, hoping to write a magnificent book all about it-- like Newt.

You spend most of your days in the magic workshop in Newt’s case, researching into new travel plans and animals around the surrounding areas. After you take care of planning, Newt embarks on his travels with you. But most of the time, you rent out a hotel and work in the workshop while Newt works on quests sent by the Ministry of Magic from time to time. It was easy to take the liberty to take over the chores and duties inside Newt’s case-- you took care of the feeding, grooming, cleaning, some cooking (albeit Newt does the most of that, admittedly, since the last time you cooked you could barely get your own food down your throat without gagging) and organizing yours and Newt’s work. You hardly get bored, really, with all the creatures beside you. After all, it didn’t take too long for Newt’s creatures to get comfortable with you after he taught you how, and you simply love them all.

Quite frankly, it wasn’t hard to realize that you had feelings for him. You knew the very moment every accidental brush, smile, praise, and brush of the hand set you and your heart on fire-- until you were repeating the scenarios to yourself in your mind just moments after. In truth, you admire everything about him, from his studious attitude to the adorably focused expression when he is studying his creatures, or the way his eyebrows scrunch up the tiniest bit when he’s frustratingly exhausted but insistent on finishing his journaling for the day. You’ve known for a few years now, that your feelings weren’t going away anytime soon. Even so, you saw this as no circumstance to disrupt the trust and friendship between the two of you. You were patient, and were focused on your ambitions. But maybe, just maybe, you get a little distracted when you end up staring a little to long at his face when he’s working at home. Stop it, you thought, snapping out of your thoughts.

Deciding that it was feeding time, you stretch in the chair you’ve probably been sitting in for the past 11 hours, hearing your joints crack from the stiffness, nearly groaning from the back pain you’ve been having for the past few weeks. Getting up, you flick your wand, opening the cabinet with feed. Almost immediately, you feel something slithering up your leg and almost flinch. You feel something crawling up your back and perching on your shoulder, almost as if it were peeking at you, a small trill sounds on your left shoulder as it nuzzles your cheek, and you finally recognize the baby occamy that snuck up behind you.

“You’re a hungry one, aren’t you?” you smiled as you run your fingers along the labeled containers and take out the occamy feed.

“Ill get your food for you and mum okay? Wait a bit for me” you say. Having these creatures around you has utterly spoiled you; you play around with them all day when you’re granted with the time. Sometimes, your favorite pastimes simply include sitting on the grass with Newt, talking about your days while spending time with his creatures.

You finish the evening runs for the feeding, and clap your hands together a few times, dusting the feed off of your hands. You settled for a late dinner tonight, warming up a stew from the night before and some buttered bread. Figuring Newt would be hungry when he comes home, you make his portion too. Letting out a long exhale, you plop back down in your chair once everything was complete and look at the small clock sitting on you and Newt’s desk. 9:03 pm. It’s been a long day, and you wonder when Newt will be coming home.

You yawn, a little drowsy, and rest your head on your desk. A nap until Newt comes home should be fine, was your last thought before you drifted off to sleep.

Just then, you woke subtly as you hear the sound of someone coming down the ladder, squeaking every now and then from overuse. That must be Newt, you thought. Hearing the clinks of the metal utensils, he must be eating soon, thats good. You quickly made up your mind to get up and greet him, but your body simply could not do it with the comfort of the niffler cuddled up next to you and the scent of your sweater, and you drifted off to sleep once again.

You wake up again, startled. Did I fall asleep again? And the answer was very obviously yes. The bright table light you forgot to dim down strained your eyes, causing you to roll them to wake yourself up. You glance over at the clock, and it read a bold 1:44 am. Immediately annoyed, you wanted to go wash up again and sleep soundly in the hotel bed, given that there was only a cot down in the workship-- not that it’s wildly uncomfortable, but it is. You get up, almost half asleep, get your night clothes, and crawl up the ladder into the hotel room. You weren’t exaggerating if you said you did it all with your eyes closed.

You undress sluggishly and take off your bracelet Newt gave you for your birthday. The center gem was a marvelous sea foam green, reminding you of a certain someone’s eyes. Stepping into the shower, you turned the knob all the way to the hot water. Unfortunately, you were sprayed with the cold water, flinching and trying to dodge the rest of it, before it properly warmed up. When it did, however, you sighed with relief. The warm water trickled down your entire being, indulging you in the steamy and warm atmosphere in times of winter. Your muscles begin to relax, the stiffness unraveling from a day’s of work, and you feel that you could fall asleep for the third time today. Yeah, but thats not happening again, you resolved.

Feeling more awake once you stepped out of the shower, you dry yourself off and start to get dressed. Halfway through your clothing, you realize that your bracelet had gone missing. Panic sets in, you clearly remember taking it off and setting it on the sink counter. You start frantically searching for it, beneath the towels, in the drawers, and in the cabinets. Looking all over the bathroom, you came to the conclusion that there was only one place it could've gone now that you are unsure if you completely shut the case after you left. After getting fully dressed, you went on a mission. On a mission to scoop that niffler of Newt’s.

Stepping down the ladder, you start heading towards the workshop-- you swore it was just cuddling with you earlier. You start by looking around the small construction, seeing if it’s hiding anywhere near there. Noticing that your efforts were fruitless, next will the inside the workspace.

Entering the dimly lit room, you rushing in to find the mischievous creature. In fact, you were moving with such haste that you tripped, embarrassingly so. You suck in a breath, just nearly catching yourself, you noticed that it was shoe, Newt’s shoe, that you tripped on. Newt’s?--

You didn't know why you didn’t think to look at the corner of the workshop where the cot was, but there he was, Newt, in all his glory, sleeping soundly with his journal laying open on his chest. You must’ve been too half-asleep to notice he was sprawled out there when you were leaving the case. But why here? You chuckled at his expression: you couldn’t tell if he was stressed or relaxed with the way his brows were lightly scrunched. It was captivating. He must’ve been dead-beat tired, yet once again, insistent on working on his journal before he went off to bed-- let alone without washing up nor changing.

As you had a stupid smile on your face watching Newt sleep, you figured it was too creepy to continue, and resumed searching for that niffler. Just then, you hear noises from atop the cabinet next to the cot. Bingo. The niffler was crawling around the top shelf right next to the head of where the cot was, admiring your bracelet. You knew it was going to stuff it away soon, so you had to act fast. You wondered how you were going to get there, but resolved with not using magic since the niffler was holding too precious of an object to have it accidentally drop when you're floating it up in the air.

Carefully, trying not to wake Newt, you crawl onto the parts of the cot that weren’t occupied by limbs to try and reach the top of the cabinets-- the parts where nobody else could reach except for Newt, so you weren't sure why there weren’t any stools for his counterparts. Keeping both legs on either side of the cot, you realized how absurd this situation looked, but swore it was for the sake of retrieving your precious bracelet. You tried to put away the fact that Newt was beneath you and between your legs, but couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed. Nevertheless, you reach up, straining yourself so you could grab a handful of the niffler. Unbeknownst to you, however, the niffler had other plans in mind.

“C’mere you-- pleasee?” you stress, pleading as if the niffler could understand your demands, not only wishing you didn't have to stay in this position any longer, but also getting your bracelet back. There was no way you could lose such a possession.

Seeing your straining hands from its peripheral, the niffler releases a shriek, leaping off of the cabinet in attempt to escape. Little did you know, the little creature leaps towards you. And little did the niffler know, that it was going to fall onto you face-first before making its final escape. Seeing the fluffy patch of darkness leap above you, you could’ve sworn everything moved in slow motion. Thankfully, as soon as you saw the glint of the center piece of your bracelet, you grabbed it immediately, snatching it from the niffler’s grasp. Soon after, a niffler flew at you at several dozen miles per hour, landing on you with nearly a smack in the face.

You cursed from the obstruction of not only your view, but your breathing from your nose before the niffler, alas, uses your face as leverage to jump away. You now fall down to your demise. Not literally, but It seems that you’ve forgotten who had been laying under you.

Ah shit.

Your eyes widen in futile protest, and before you could keep your balance, you sit on Newt. You literally sit on him. Plopping down near his stomach, Newt lets out a groan, face grimacing from pain as he tried to clutch his stomach. Noticing an obstructing being, Newt looks at you, up and down in confusion and shock.

“Oh god-- gosh, ow what-- what--”

“I’m so sorry Newt I swear- I swear I can explain” you hurried.

“No it’s--it’s okay, are you okay? What are you doing here?” he hovers his hands above your thighs straddling him, not knowing what to do. You were wondering where to start, but couldn’t help but notice what position you were in.

“I was, trying to catch that niffler that took the-- y’know, the bracelet you gave me while I was showering and it was on the cabinet behind you but it landed flatonmyface” you couldn’t make out what you were saying at that last bit either, but Newt knew you were expressing your frustration nonetheless.

“But are you alright? You fell quite hard” he worried. You’re the one who fell on top of him, yet the only one he was concerned about was you. Although, you shared similar concerns.

“No I’m totally fine, I’m the one who fell on you. Are you alright?” you ask

“Yes I’m fine, I was a little surprised that’s all” he reasons, trying to look at whatever objects were behind you. 

“Alright, okay, that’s-- that’s great. I got the bracelet back too” you show him the item you retrieved with great difficulty.

“Yes, you’ve done well. But your safety is the most important, much more so than the bracelet, no?” he said as though he were stating the obvious

No, you’ve given me a prized possession. “I was gonna use a spell but--”

“I’ll teach you other spells you can use, that was quite the mission for you” he laugh lightly at the thought of you chasing the niffler around. 

“I know” you retreated. You knew that he cared about you as an assistant.

“Yes.” his voice came out small.

There was a silence, then comes embarrassment. You’re straddling him, and he doesn’t know what to do. He had half expected you to move, but you were still as a rock while talking to him until the position seemed almost natural. Saying that it was comfortable was an understatement. The warmth of your thighs on both sides of him, your body scented of fresh bath soap; your soft, loose nightwear. It was too comfortable. He cleared his throat with unease, feeling something he probably shouldn’t have, behaving in a way he shouldn’t have.

You, likewise, found the position rather comfortable. You’ve never gotten this close to him in the entirety of the time you’d been working with him. Flustered, you were deciding whether you would get off or not until you felt something you probably shouldn’t have. Beneath you, an obvious hardness appeared and you sucked in a breath. Now you’re paying attention to his expression.

Newt is flushed bright red, eyes unfocused, hands shyly resting on top of your thighs. He tried not to look at you, he tried not to move, but something inside him was egging him on.

“Are.. you--” you start

“I apologize, you should get off--” he replied hastily 

But before he could finish his sentence, you shifted. Subconsciously, Newt let out a soft groan, followed by a breathy sigh. The grip he had on your thighs tightened, making you shiver.

“Is it, alright?” you ask reluctantly, mind too far into a different universe to resort to running.

Newt lets out another sigh from the simple yet intense friction between the two of you. Nodding slightly, he moves his hands gently to rest on your hips, careful not to grip them too tight.

“I suppose this all answers at least one of my questions” Newt breathes out. In his mind, however, do you feel the same way as I do? rings in the back of his head.

“I suppose it does” you say, eyes hooded from desire.

His calloused hands felt warm and secure as they guided you to move. And so you did. You grinded yourself downwards onto the hardness, with each movement eliciting a quiet moan followed by a shaky sigh from the magizoologist beneath you. The friction provided for you as well, you melted from the stimulation you felt on your clit despite there being several layers of clothes between.

You lean forward, placing both hands on his chest as you continue to shift yourself back and forth, earning a delightful groan from the man beneath you. Pants seemingly straining against his intense hard-on, he grips your waist with pressure, grinding you further down on him with more pressure. You moan, eyes appearing hazy, as Newt’s hands continue to guide your hips, only faster, rougher. His expression was lust-filled, eyebrows furrowed from pleasure, eyes closing from the intensity as he throws his head back from pleasure.

Delightful

You lean down forward, left hand coming to the back of his head as your right hand came to cup his cheek. He looks into your eyes, wantonly, captivated by your actions. Coming closer until your foreheads touched, you breathed in his natural scent as your breaths mingled.

“You’re delightful” you whispered as you captured his lips with yours. Kissing back, he moans into the kiss, hands coming back up to caress your cheeks. You shape your lips to the movement of his: slow and sensual, as you kiss him feverishly, savoring his taste.

The lust-driven air fills the room as neither of you planned to stop your endeavors. The desire to chase your climaxes was immense-- driven by lust, emotion, and pleasure.