#minho maze runner smut

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Hey hi hello!! I'm back😀 And was wondering if you could have the time to do a Minho fic where they reunited at safe haven (newt lives, chuck lives bc I said so😼jk) and they aren't used to as.. modern stuff? Like actual beds, bathrooms, and such?

(if ur able to, I wouldn't mind some spic😼)

Thank you!!

SUMMARY: A sunny afternoon in the same haven turned into something completely different when you saw your friends come back, Minho with them.

WC: 1,9k

A/N: YES YES YES, that’s so cute and I literally had something like that in my drafts and that was my motivation to publish it. You always serve with your reqs 🫨 I love making Minho a sweetheart in my fics because ik for a fact that under all that sass is a hurt little boy. So sorry you had to wait this long.

WARNINGS: SMUT, not protected piv (wrap it before you tap it), lonnnngg intro. MDNI!! YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION.

I MISSED YOU

After the failed attempt of rescuing Minho on the train, all your hopes flew away. You were desperate to find him again, yet you knew the chances were low. Wicked controlled everything and unless they caught you too, Minho was already far from you.

You helped Sonya and Aris get over their capture, Harriet and Chuck with you, but it just felt wrong to do it without Minho. Thomas was desperate too, but not the same as you. He knew they could save Minho, he believed that there was still hope for him.

So when he told you he was going to leave with Newt and Fry, you hesitated a long time before refusing. If they came back with Minho, it would be great, but if they were to find his dead body, you didn’t want to be there.

The night they decided to rescue him, you couldn’t sleep and so did Brenda and Jorge who joined them later on. Weeks passed and still, you got no idea if they had found something. Jorge shared a talkie-walkie with Vince in the safe haven to inform him whenever something was wrong.

Yet, what Vince knew was kept a secret from you and all the other immunes. He would sometimes go in the opposite direction as you because he knew that if you begged long enough you would get the information you craved for and that, he couldn’t give you.

His job was to make sure everyone here felt safe, and after his loss of Mary, he didn’t want to give away any information.

One night, you were staring at the sundown through the beach. Your thoughts confused with one another, but that’s when he arrived next to you with a concerned expression clear on his face.

"Newt’s injured." He told you and that’s what caused you to jump in the berg to the last city. You didn’t know what caused it, but you knew it was about him not being Immune. Chuck stayed here, uninformed of the danger his friend was in.

You flew so fast that soon enough, you found all your friends lying around a lifeless Newt, a knife in his chest. The questions you had all came flooding down when you saw Minho. He was alive, not looking very well, but he was there and crying over his friend.

You ran out of the berg as they looked at you, a shy smile came across their lips as they saw you for the first time in weeks. And Minho didn’t even move, his friend died, or so he thought.

You crouched to his side and that’s when he noticed you. After being tortured for months, he saw his light, the person that helped him stay sane. When he was in pain, he thought of you. Your hair and your face, your arms around his, your fingers linked with yours.

"Minho..." You whispered falling into his arms as you both stayed there, looking at your Newt. The Asian had just got out of the building, only to see his friend turn into a crank, to meet again with Gally and You.

You did know Gally was still alive because when Thomas found out, he let Vince know, who told you. You never truly liked or disliked him, all you knew was that he made some bad choices, but that couldn’t define someone.

No one spoke for what seemed like an eternity before Jorge let out a sigh. "We need to go, Thomas’s in pretty good shit."

"We can’t leave him here!" You let out, talking of the British boy.

"Just take him in." Vince declared and you did with the help of Fry and Minho.

A flicker of hope grew when you remembered Teresa’s message through the city. How his blood was the cure, how he could have saved Newt. But maybe, he did. The knife had Thomas’s on it before it crashed into Newt’s abdomen.

You kept your thoughts to yourself, hoping they would turn out to be true.

Helping Thomas out of that burning building wasn’t easy and it led to the sacrifice of Teresa. The last time you saw her was during her betrayal, not the best memories you had.

Thomas was bloody and dripping from sweat as he fell unconscious in the berg. You were silent as you stared at the ground among the chatter of other people. Minho sat next to you, sharing the silence.

"Where are we going? The right harm burned." He wondered, looking into your teary eyes.

"Safe Haven" a low chuckle escaped your lips, "Vince made it, we helped him."

A week passed since you rescued Minho. You showed him your little hut that some people had earned, others had hammock. It reminded you a lot of the Glade, but this time you were free and you weren’t tested for your blood.

Your prediction was right, Newt did survive. He got out of his crank state with the cure, Thomas’s blood. The knife had apparently both their blood on it, making the blonde stay alive. He was so confused the first days. that Thomas would spend all his time telling him what happened, what he missed and sometimes not telling the part where he almost killed him.

The boy healed slowly, but he would probably get heart problems for the rest of his life. He couldn’t do instance activities, in the prevent of it beating too fast for what he could handle. Yet he was always smiling, Thomas probably the cause of it. Not gonna lie, you always thought they were great together.

On a sunny afternoon, you walked back to your favourite spot in the safe haven one where you were sure to be left alone, but Minho found you anyway.

"I really missed you." You told him, changing your gaze from the sea to him. He looked so peaceful with his hair still wet and his blue-collar shirt. With all the torture he went through and the trauma he suffered with it, he gained some weight. Yet, it could only make you love him more. He didn’t have to run as much as he used to, but he sometimes went anyway just because he missed the feeling.

You said you would go on a run with him one day, but not if it was to be humiliated because you were so slow compared to him. "I missed Chuck more." He joked with a chuckle.

You gave him a gentle punch on the shoulder. "Hey." You faked to be hurt, making him smile. He kept the look in his eyes as he stared at your lips and the soft smile on them. "So really what’s this Safe Haven all about?" He asked.

"Rescuing Immunes kids, building our own home away from the rest of the world. While the rest of the world is in catastrophe, at least we’re all here together."

"I guess so." He simply nodded. It was clear that there was something he wasn’t telling you, but you wouldn’t go digging for it. He’d always needed time for himself, hiding under his sassy attitude.

"You know, I really wanted to go with the others to look out for you, I did." You let out a deep sigh as he looked at you with a look you’d never seen before.

"But I was scared, scared of what I would have found if you didn’t make it. I was terrified of losing you and if I did, I didn’t want to see it. I wanted to remember only the good times in the glades, not when you got kidnapped-"

He cut you off even if there were so many more things to say. His hand took yours and gripped it firmly in a strong and comforting hold.

"It doesn’t matter now, we’re both safe here with everyone. Look at Thomas and Newt, they’ve never been happier. Frypan still has his cooking skills and Gally his alcohol recipe. Chuck’s always smiling while Brenda and Jorge act as the babysitter."

He stopped his words to bring his other hand to your cheeks, cupping it softly and holding you closer.

"And you and me, we’re gonna be there for each other no matter what shuckface." You let out a chuckle at the nickname, earning a smile.

"You and me." You nodded before closing the gap between your lips, taking your hand to his hair only you could touch.

The kiss was gentle as from time to time you would smile against his lips. His mouth was warm and his skin got goosebumps every time your fingers brushed his jaw. His free hand, which used to spread his thigh raised to meet your hips, holding it firmly.

Your other hands were still closed together as he brushed his thumb against your knuckles. You were hidden in a place on the beach only you knew about, so the luck of someone seeking you both was low.

A soft giggle passed past your teeth as he placed you in his lap with his two hands now travelling up your back over your shirt. You felt something hardening under your thigh and you couldn’t help but smile at the effect you had on him.

Minho let out a small gasp as you instantly pressed against his hardening cock, teasing his limits. "You want to play this game shuckface, huh?"

He expertly twisted you around so that your back lay in the sand, his figure against you. He buried his face in the crook of your next, leaving sweet kisses along your pulse point and sucking at it. A soft moan parted from your lips as you gripped his back tighter.

"Minho.."Your breathing was coming out harshly when his hands travelled up your stomach, under your shirt, and reached your breast. Underwears were rare in the Safe Haven so he was glad to find you weren’t wearing a bra.

"All for me huh?" In a swift motion, he took your clothes over your shoulder, drinking at the sight of your exposed skin. His thumbs explored them both, pressing a hard but gentle squeeze with his hands.

You let out a soft moan as you gripped his shoulder, digging your nails into his neck. You brought him closer, before kissing him passionately again.

"So needy."

He added and soon his shirt lay with yours. His kisses continue their assaults on your lips, going down your neck to your belly button. A soft giggle passed past your lips as you got a tickle.

He played with the waistband of your jeans, ready to tear them aside as he waited for your approval. "You sure you want this dollface?"

"Please… Wanna see you all."

He smirked and expertly unzipped the zip of your bottom. As soon as they were past your toes, he spotted the wet spot on your cunt. No underwear again.

"God, you’re so pretty."

You let out a sigh of relief when his nose inhaled your scent. You clung to his hair, wanting him closer, wanting his body against yours.

He stood up before taking his pants off, with his boxer. Minho would find a way to always have underwear anyway, he couldn’t imagine running without any. Ew.

"Spread wide." He requested and you did so. You were answered by his hard member folding you open. You were confused with both pain and pleasure.

"Atta girl."

As he knocked the stars out of you, you let out a deep sigh when he hit that spongy spot again. You knew you were in for a long time.

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FUCK YOU, don't leave me

Part Four: Better Terms (Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Five)

Special Thanks to @gallyismylittlesilly for reminding me to keep writing this lol :)

Gally x Fem!Reader NSFW

Your purely-sexual relationship with Gally is threatening to blossom into something all-too-terrifyingly real. Your unsaid feelings for each other create an awkward tension that breaks abruptly one night in a very unexpected way. Is this the end of your relationship with Gally? Or just the beginning?

Genre: enemies to lovers, lowkey angst at the end, smut scenes sprinkled throughout

Word Count: 4.4K Read Time: 14 Mins

Warnings & Info: protected p in v sex, blowjob, Gally praise kink???kinda???, nonessential OC’s, movie versions, takes place in TMR with thomas but kind of in a vacuum the plot doesn’t move forward Gally's thoughts in green, Y/N's thoughts in blue

Authors Note: I KNOW I SAID THIS WAS GONNA BE THE LAST PART BUT IT’S ACTUALLY NOT THERE’S GONNA BE ONE MORE LOL. I picked a different format for these last two parts and I hope you like it. I cannot believe the amount of support I’ve gotten on this, I truly appreciate all of you so much. Thanks for waiting so patiently as I abandoned and then re-found this fic:)

–Prologue–

The time has come. That dreaded moment nobody who drank too much last night wants to reach. But it’s here:

The morning after. 

The time when the sun seems too bright, the world seems too loud and everything is moving too fast for you to collect the disjointed memories of the events that led you to the state you’re in now. You’re sweaty, shaky, have a pounding headache and a very weak stomach that is violently threatening to empty its contents, if it hasn’t already. 

This is usually around the time that you start swearing to yourself, your friends, and anyone that will listen that you’re “never drinking again”. This is almost always a lie. 

The version of you that downs shots like they’re water has never met the version of you that is bent over a toilet, feeling those shots come back up, burning your throat just as much the second time as they did the first. The drunk version of you thinks the hungover version of you is a buzzkill and the hungover version of you thinks the drunk version of you is a maniac. But they’ll never meet, so they’ll never reconcile their differences, and you’ll cycle between them continuously until you get older or more boring or die.

The hungover version of you and Gally are doing about as well as you’d expect them too. The former is currently ducking her head behind a bush next to the Med-hut to vomit up bile for the third time this morning and the latter is swaying unpleasantly on the construction site of a new hut that’s going up, silently willing the sun to stop beating down and the volume of his crew’s voices to silence. It is the opposite versions of these two people that have set into motion a chain of events that will lead to a conclusion neither of them would be able to fathom at this moment. 

In exactly 49 days starting from today, Gally will confess his feelings to you. And in exactly 49 days and several minutes starting from today, you will confess yours back.

How exactly does this happen? The versions of you and Gally that exist today still despise each other. 50 days hardly seems like an appropriate turnaround time to go from hatred to fondness. In fact when you look back on the events of this story, the timeline befuddles you as much as it would anybody else. It’s hard to look at the big picture and see the slow change from you two being The Glade’s biggest rivals to then becoming a steamy secret hookup, then a very strange situationship, and then finally two parts of a genuine, real connection. But when you zoom in on all the small moments, (ones that seemed insignificant at the time), it becomes clear as day.

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Day 1

“You came back late last night,” Gia poses suggestively while straightening out the covers on her bed.

“We thought you died,” Ariana continues with mock concern, braiding her hair while sitting on the hut floor.

“Or fell in the pond,” Lireale counters earnestly, setting a stack of her newly folded clothes into her trunk.

“So which one was it?” Elsie takes the direct approach while sitting on the edge of her bed, removing her socks.

“Neither; I just got lost for a bit. Drunk Y/N has a terrible sense of direction,” 

Your lie comes easily and your friends roll their eyes at your poor decision. You usually loved these nighttime debriefings but this one was starting to feel like a minefield.

“I thought you might’ve snuck off with a boy,” the newest Greenie pipes up quietly from atop her new bed in the corner, a smile tugging at her lips. The group breaks into barking laughter that’s just distracting enough to keep anyone from noticing the heat prickling under your eye sockets.

“Y/N isn’t exactly into boys,” Ariana pipes up with a knowing look at you as soon as the laughter dies down.

“I would be if we lived somewhere normal. But we don’t. Trust me, greenie, none of these shanks here are worth any of our time,” Your friends give a rousing cheer and the conversation pivots naturally to the new greenie and how she’s liking The Glade so far. You’re grateful their eyes have left your face, allowing your blush to dissipate gradually and your mind to stop replaying flashbacks of the night before.

Day 2

“Jesus, Newt, I don’t know! I was drunk, I don’t even remember going into the woods the other night. All I know is that I somehow made it back to my hut before morning” Gally snaps, trying to stop the barrage of questions tumbling from his friend's mouth.

“Well, drunk you seemed to be on quite a mission,” Newt counters with a grin, not at all phased by the Builder’s trademark aggression. Newt has a creeping feeling that Gally is full of shit and knows exactly why he entered the woods the other night, but he knows better than to press him. It’s rarely worth it to pick a fight with him.

“I’m sure he was. Next time I’m hammered, I’ll let you know what that mission was,” Gally grumbles, trying his best to put on a sarcastic tone. If he ever did get drunk enough to confess the mission he had been on the other night, he’d throw himself to the Grievers.

Day 5

It hadn’t taken much, really. Some lingering glances, a head jerk in his hut’s direction from Gally, an acknowledging nod from you, a hand signal from him; closed fist to open palm twice in rapid succession (flashing five fingers twice = meet at ten). You’d both been a lot more apprehensive losing your clothing sober, but you’d quickly picked up the passion that had burned the other night once more.

You’re on all fours with your back arched on Gally’s bed and he’s standing behind you, thrusting his hard cock into your quivering pussy as he grabs your waist tightly.

“Are you close?” the Builder huffs out in a low tone.

“Yeah…” He is determined to not leave you without a climax this time and reaches a hand around to your front, fumbling blindly until he locates the bundle of nerves hidden between your folds. When his rough fingers begin to fondle it, you feel a jolt of pleasure zap your body that causes your arms to buckle beneath you.

“Keep…doing that….and…slower….pleeease”. The whine on that last word makes Gally’s cock ache for release but he focuses on delivering you slow thrusts as he swipes at your clit. You feel the warmth building in your core as each stroke pushes you further to the edge until you’re gripping the sheets beside your head and pushing your thighs together, riding your climax to its satisfying finish.

“Did you..?” // “.....duh,” // “Can I-” // “Yeah go ahead,”

With your permission given, Gally quickens his thrusts for a few seconds, his own familiar wave of pleasure washing over him as his cum spurts into the condom buried deep inside of you.

Neither of you says a word while cleaning up and redressing, too high off the post-orgasm endorphins to trust your mouths not to say anything stupid.

“You fuck better when you’re sober,” you finally state with an air of constructed indifference.

“Really?” Gally raises a well-defined eyebrow at you, his blue eyes wide.

“You’re less sloppy. More…” // “...Focused?” // “...Intentional.”

Gally’s heart is pounding in his ears. Your praise of his sexual prowess seems to affect him more each time you express it.

“Thanks. You’re more…responsive, when you’re sober,” It was your turn to become skittish at his soft-spoken, rather clumsy compliment. 

This conversation has been backed into an awkward corner. You cross the room to his door, avoiding his eye contact in the process, ready to make a quick escape.

“‘Night” // “Yeah see you, um, later I guess” // “Yeah,”

The door closes quickly behind you, leaving Gally to curse his lack of verbal smoothness in his now starkly empty hut.

Day 7

You’re wrapping a thick gauze bandage around Chuck’s left ankle, which he rolled while trying to catch up with Minho earlier today. Why Chuck would ever believe he would be able to catch up to a guy whose only job is to run, is beyond you. The youngest Glader always seems to be tripping over his own feet, so this incident is nothing new. As he chatters idly, Jeff pokes his head around the med-hut’s dividing wall.

“Are you close?” he asks simply, entirely unaware of the context in which you last heard that phrase.

“What?!” you snap, your head swiveling so fast to meet his eye line that your hair slaps you in the face.

“Are you close to being done with Chuck?” he repeats, his forehead creasing in bewilderment at your reaction. “Fry burned his hand, we need the exam table,”

“Oh, yeah, give me two minutes,” you reply, relief coloring your voice now.

Day 11

Alby had sent one of his orderlies to fetch Gally “to talk”. The entire walk over, the Builder’s stomach had been doing somersaults. Had Alby somehow seen? Did someone else, and had they told? Did you tell him? His panic was for nothing, as it turned out the resounding answer to all of them was “no”.

All Alby had wanted to say to him was a generic message of praise. He gave sincere thanks for the incident-free bonfire night and encouraged him to keep up his civil behavior. He told Gally that he appreciated that he could be the bigger person.

The Builder had tried to conceal a chuckle at his leader’s choice of words as he exited the meeting room. He knew he shouldn’t be reminiscing about the walls of your pussy taking his cock as deep as he could bury it while getting genuine compliments from an authority figure, but the memories were too intoxicating to stop.

They had him riding a high of lustful endorphins for the rest of the day that confused his crew as they whispered theories to each other about what the hell was making their otherwise surly leader so easy-going today.

Day 14

“Dinner in the Med-hut tonight?” Minho asks comfortably, taking a spot behind you in line in the dining hall.

“Yeah, I’ve gotta restock supplies. Tomorrow Alby’s doing an inspection and the place is a goddamn disaster,” you sigh, not looking forward to your task but feeling it might be better with Minho to keep you company. The Runner was notoriously easy company to keep.

“Cool, I’ll give you a hand,” he states.

“No you don’t have to, you can just sit and talk to me while I-”

“I want to help,” Minho cuts you off, surprising himself with his boldness. Too forward, Minho, way too forward.

“Ok then. I’d appreciate your help,” you smile back, pleasantly surprised by his kindness.

Maybe not too forward?

Day 17

“...and thanks to Gally and his Builders for the new hut by the Map Room. I’m sure everybody who no longer has to sleep in a bloody hammock is grateful,” Newt reads from a clipboard of meeting notes, pride coloring his tone. A small smattering of applause ripples through the meeting room, with the inhabitants of this new hut clapping louder than all others. 

Gally gives an uncharacteristic smile that warms his usually stony face. You lock eye contact with him from across the room. Your gesture is small, (an almost-imperceivable nod and one singular clap of your hands), but he finds himself exceptionally appreciative nonetheless.

Day 19

You’re on your knees in the deadheads with the full length of Gally’s erect cock sheathed in your willing throat. He’s standing against a tree with shaking knees, his large fingers threaded through your soft hair, scattered moans and guttural whimpers falling from his lips.

“Fuck, ‘mclose…” he manages to breathe out, his grip on your hair tightening. 

Your heart flutters at this comment and you alternate between taking his entire length to the back of your throat in short, coarse jabs and swirling your tongue around his tip. The fluctuation is overstimulating for Gally, who still can’t believe you agreed to do this to him, in the middle of the work day. Maybe it’s this sudden surge of gratitude that brings a certain nickname to his mind.

“Thank you…princess…” he moans out, cringing slightly at his own comment at first but quickly losing himself in the pleasure once more. You run your tongue back and forth over the sensitive area just underneath his tip and stroke the rest of his shaft with your right hand.

“Princess…’m gonna…cum-” he chokes out, which serves as your cue to take his entire length deep in your throat and swallow every spurt of bitter liquid that ejaculates from his swollen tip. Gally releases his death grip on your hair and smooths it out softly, breathing heavily and trying to get his vision to quit spinning.

He looks down at you, as you release your mouth from around his cock and plant small kisses up and down his shaft that send shivers through his already-sensitive body.

“Sorry,” he mumbles through a blush, his rough hands traveling from your hair to your cheeks, where he cups them gently. The gesture is affectionate, which means it’s very out of character for Gally. So is apologizing, actually.

“Sorry for what?” you inquire, making eye contact with him through heavily lidded eyes.

“The nickname. I know it was dumb, I don’t know why I thought-”

“I liked it, actually,” you confess, standing and brushing away the dirt that sticks to your knees.

Gally pulls up his pants and boxers that had been pooling around his ankles and breaks out into a proud grin. He stretches himself to his full height and leans in to whisper in your ear.

“Well then; have a good day princess,” he coos, letting the lust color his voice as he slinks away before you can respond.

Day 21

The air in between you and your Runner companion is unseasonably chilly but calm. Birds chirping loudly in the trees, leaves rustling in the trees and two pairs of boots squelching on the wet ground creates the sonic palette beneath your easy conversation. You gather white-headed mushrooms littering the forest floor to make a pain-relieving salve and deposit them in the wicker basket Minho insists on holding for you. 

“No offense to those guys obviously,” you start, depositing a handful of mushrooms into the basket with a soft thud, “it’s just that I wish we could have, like, real clothes,”

“Ones that aren’t sewed by teenagers using whatever materials they can find?” Minho asks with a smile.

“Yes. Ones that might be a tad more flattering to my figure,” you chuckle, straightening up from your leaning stance to stretch the loose fabric of your tunic to its full size with your hands. Minho seems to ponder this comment for a moment.

“I don’t know…” he mumbles, “I don’t think your figure needs much flattering,”

The statement hangs in the air for a moment, almost creating a tense cloud that you quickly dissipate with a well-placed snide comment.

“Yeah right,” you snort, forcing down the smile that threatens to envelop your face.

Day 24

“Y/N, can you toss me that rope?”

Gally realizes his faux pas as soon as the question leaves his lips. Everyone in his immediate vicinity snaps their heads up to look at him, having never heard him say your name for any other purpose than to start a fight. He tries to keep his expression neutral, though internally he’s panicking. There’s no way his fellow Gladers could work out that you two were having sex based on him asking you to hand him a piece of equipment…. but could they? 

“Sure, here,” you respond evenly, tossing the rope that was sitting in the grass next to you towards the Builder. You try to ignore the stares and hope the heat in your cheeks can be easily excused by the midday sun.

“Thanks,” he mutters, and all but leaves a cartoonish puff of smoke behind him, as he turns on his heel and returns to the task he needed the rope for.

That was bold, you think to yourself, watching the Glade’s inhabitants dart their eyes between you and him in bewilderment. You fix your face into a neutral expression, and silently plot to slug Gally in the arm for being so obvious when you see him in his hut later tonight.

Day 27

As it turns out, Gally asking you to hand him a rope is indeed enough to stoke rumors in The Glade that have been steadily growing for several days now.

“It was so weird,” Gladers would whisper to their friends who didn’t witness the minor incident, that has now been retold so many times it’s akin to legend.

“I thought they hated each other?” another would ask.

“I guess they made up,” others would chime in reluctantly.

You and Gally’s outright display of civility seemed to have marked a distinct end to an era for the most prolific gossipers among The Glade’s midst. For months upon months, they could rely on your feud with him to create consistent, free entertainment that provided a welcome respite from the horrors of everyday life. But now the fireworks seem to be over and the only question on everyone’s mind is; why?

Day 29

Gally stands in front of the closed door and allows his eyes to linger on you longer than he normally does. It’s bonfire night once again, and the both of you got stumbling drunk and ended up back here, repeating the steps of last month’s escapade like a well-rehearsed dance. He watches your figure, clothed in just your linen bra and underwear, sway to a beat no one but you can hear. 

Gally can’t explain why, but he’s beginning to like this arrangement for more than just sexual gratification. After the stress of each day beats him down, he can look forward to moments like this. Watching you dance to an imaginary audience, concealed in his hut, away from prying eyes and Grievers and mazes and chores. Just you and him, in your own little world. 

Day 32

“You know, I don’t think you’ve ever actually told me what you’re into. Like, in words,” you say, pulling away from kissing Gally and continuing the conversation you’d been having a few minutes ago about your preferences in bed.

“Oh, uh, fuck. I guess…ok, don’t laugh at me,” he shoots you an acidic glare. “But I guess I like when you…compliment me? Like when you tell me I’m doing good or I feel good or whatever. It’s uh…it motivates me, I guess,” His face is bright red and his stomach is doing flips; he’s never been this honest and it’s making him feel uncomfortably exposed.

“I probably would have guessed that,” you chuckle, diffusing the tension, “Noted,”

You file this information in the back of your mind and pull him back into you.

Day 34

“So you and Y/N are on better terms then?” Minho asks tentatively over dinner.

“Uh…” Gally pauses. To an untrained eye it might seem like he’s embarrassed, but he’s actually searching his mind for an appropriate half-truth. He is an impressively bad liar and might not be able to contain just how much better the terms he’s on with you are when asked about them directly.

“Yeah kinda. We uh…talked and kinda realized the whole feud thing is dumb. It’s childish,” Gally dismisses, clipping his voice with frequent pauses to keep his tone steady.

“Oh, that’s…that’s great dude!” Minho exhales, trying to keep the swell of excitement from bursting through his chest. If Gally doesn’t want to kill you anymore, then there aren’t many other obstacles keeping him from pursuing you.

Minho steers the conversation away from his question easily, starting in on the newest Greenie and how he nearly took Newt’s head off with a backhoe earlier today. 

Both the Runner and the Builder are blissfully unaware that the slight blush in both of their cheeks have the same source.

Day 35

“You’re so big, Gally,” you moan out, feeling every inch of him stretch your walls deliciously.

“You fill me up so well…” he leans down to kiss your neck, “...no one else could make me feel like this…” his thrusts quickens as desperation for you sets in, “...you’re so hot…” he whimpers in your ear, feeling his climax looming, “...and strong,”

Your addled mind, too preoccupied with the feeling of Gally’s cock sliding in and out of you, starts babbling compliments that are a lot less sexual in tone. 

“You’re so pretty…and smart…you can do…fucking anything. I’m happy I can…do this…for you. You deserve…a fucking….break. You’re so strong…and good. Gally; you’re so good….you’re good…you’re so good…soooo good…Gally…”

It’s this phrase that causes the Builder’s heart to race like never before. You’re so good. Not good at fucking you, not good in bed, just good. Inherently worthy. 

He’s never had anyone tell him he’s good, full stop. He thrusts harder and sloppier, trying to repay you for the praise. When his orgasm does come, it’s better than all of the other times combined.

He leans down to kiss your collarbone. It’s gentle and needy, not frenzied like before. You feel a drop of liquid on your bare skin, then a few more, then a stifled whimper. 

Gally’s crying. 

His face is hot and he can barely process the feeling of finishing inside you over the shame that’s now washing over him. He kisses your skin, trying to cut off his sobs with the pressure of his lips.

You instinctively run your warm hands up and down Gally’s arms, which simultaneously soothes him and furthers his embarrassment. He sighs and slowly lowers his torso on top of you, nestling his head in the crook of your neck. His heavier body causes unpleasant pressure on your chest but something tells you that moving will spook him. So you don’t. 

Until he pushes himself off of you jarringly, wiping his face and beginning to dress under the oppressive silence that’s now fallen between you two. You do the same, trying to keep your eyes off of him. You debate whether you should just leave his hut without saying a word, until you turn to face him. 

He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, bouncing his left knee nervously, his hands clasped in a tight fist in front of his mouth, his eyes staring straight ahead. You sit down next to him and place a timid hand on his arm, which he immediately flinches away from.

“Jesus, dude, I can’t touch you now?” you hiss in a biting tone. You know that Gally deals with outright aggression a lot better than shows of vulnerability.

“I just didn’t know what you were doing, damn,” he responds in an equally huffy tone, though his body language doesn’t match. He lets one of his arms fall from his face and you both intertwine your fingers. Another moment of silence passes, and he finally speaks.

“I don’t-I don’t know what that was. I’m sorry. I just-I didn’t expect-I didn’t think that’s what you were gonna say and I-”

“It’s fine. I didn’t know I was gonna say all that stuff either. It just kinda…came out,”

“Yeah…yeah I get it,” 

Another agonizing stretch of silence fills the room.

“Did you, uh…did you mean it?” he winces as his mouth forms the words, as if anticipating a gut-punch.

“Mean what?” Playing dumb won’t stop this display of feelings but it’s your only defense. Gally doesn’t realize that vulnerability terrifies you just as much as it does him.

“What you said. That I’m…” his voice falters. 

He knows he’s about to puncture the nonchalance of your dynamic like a pin through a balloon. But he can’t stop himself. He thinks about the way your praise made his heart race and the rush of affection towards you he’s feeling right now as your hand is wrapped in his and out comes the word vomit, stinging his throat almost as much as the real thing.

“…pretty and uh, smart and that you like doing this for me…” he’s nervously scanning your face for a reaction but it’s your turn to look straight ahead now, becoming frozen with panic. “...and that I’m-I’m good. Do you…really think I’m good, Y/N?”

Yes, you want to scream, yes of course I meant it. All of it. Yes Gally; I think you’re-I mean, yes; you’re good. 

But you don’t say that. You can’t bring yourself to. This is all starting to feel very real and very far from the no-strings-attached sex you signed up for. You’re not ready to admit that this might be something more. So what you actually say is,

“I don’t know. It was just bedroom talk, Gally. I-I just got carried away. I’m sorry if I gave the impression that any of that meant-”

“Right, yeah, ok,” Gally cuts you off quickly, feeling a terrible ache rumble his chest, like a wall’s been dropped on top of him. He feels the hot sting of humiliation like flames connecting to his skin. He drops your hand quickly and resumes his original position of clasping his fists in front of his mouth, his elbows propped up on his knees.

“Gally I-” It’s already too late for justifications. The moment has passed.

“I think you should leave,” he’s still staring straight ahead, his eyes glassy.

“Uh, ok. Like, now?” you try to keep the pain out of your voice by feigning confusion.

“Yeah. You came here to fuck me and you did so, you can leave now,” he snaps back. Anger always seems to suit Gally better; it’s more becoming of him. 

“I don’t…I don’t understand what I did wrong,” Yes I do.

“Nothing’s wrong. We’re done having sex. Get the fuck out of my hut now,” Please don’t leave.

“Fine asshole; I’m leaving!” I’m sorry.

You rise to your feet dumbfounded. I’m sorry. You grab your jacket from the floor. I’m sorry. You walk to the door. I’m sorry. You turn the knob. I’m sorry. You step over the threshold. I’m sorry. You shut the door behind you. I’m sorry.

Despite the hundreds of times the phrase “I’m sorry” pounded in your ears as you left Gally behind, you never found the courage to say it out loud. You wipe your own tears from your eyes as you walk back to your hut, hoping that wasn’t the last chance you’d ever get to say it.

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Tags: @katie-tibo @my-little-universes @cthood @decaffeinatedpuppygiver @sarahstar11

[that-tmr-girl]

How TMR boys would react if you called them vanilla

Aris

Stares at you for a moment

The next thing you know he's on top of you, trailing his hands down your hips

Kissing you, the only thing he changes is edging you even more than before

"And you're still going to cum every time."

Gally

Completely offended

Walks towards you, making you nervous

The next thing you know, you're screaming his name as he goes rougher than ever before

"Call me that again. I like teaching you lessons."

Minho

Looks you up and down

Walks away, leaving you confused

Then, he schedules you to run together in the maze

Fucks you against a wall until take it back

Newt

Doesn't bring it up for a while

When you've forgotten about it one Greenie night, he takes you to his hut and rails you

Only after making you cum until your legs give out does he tell you why he did it

"Being vanilla doesn't seem to be a problem, does it love?"

[bamjio]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓. ☆ tmr, Minho.

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: A little one night stand with Minho wouldn't hurt, right?

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): smut/adultery actions , drinking , explicit language , soft scenes , implied voyeurism , appropriately 16+.

𝘋𝘐𝘚𝘊𝘓𝘈𝘐𝘔𝘌𝘙 !! keep in mind that my content is simply for entertainment and leisure purposes. ONLY, I am not promoting inappropriate actions; especially if you're still immature and not ready.

︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑★ ︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐊, as you silently sat on the benches, gallys' moonshine in your hand, you took a sip.

Some of the boys had gotten to be tipsy or drowsy; while few of them were still lively, you had counted around 14 to 16 boys still participating in the twilights' dead occasion, and one of those boys laid a very rowdy and daring Minho. He was telling his group a very 'interesting' and 'thrilling' story— well, based on how he delivered it, and how they reacted so dramatically.

You sat in far from them, but close to the bonfire admiring Minhos' ridiculously charming spirit. Drinking small sips of the moonshine, avoiding getting tipsy.

After a few minutes, you got quite sleepy and decided to go to your hut, getting up— you got startled by a sudden noise of someone falling into a pile of things

"(Name), wait..!!"

A familiar charming yet deep voice catches up, turning around to see Minho jogging towards you unsteadily, as you stopped to wait for him

"Hi."

"You... you... you know, haha.. I have something to say.."

He drunkly yet confidently said, looking at you intensly, looking quite serious. You looked at him with a curious and worried expression— speaking up. "Yes, Minho?" I tilted my head slightly. by reflex— you held on to his shoulder, since he was gonna fall to the stones again.

"You're so... soo... sooo.... cute." He burped, laughing after, as you chuckled along slightly.

"I think it's time to go to sleep." You scolded, wiping his face. "Whaattt?? Its—" burp. "Not even— that dark.. see?" He refused, pointing at the shining moon, as you smiled at his oblivious and childish behavior

"That's a moon, and that's what they do." You replied, holding on to his heavy weight.

"Sorry. Let's go." He mumbled, getting drowsy as his head falls to my head. 'Ouch.'

As you both walked to the homestead, boys homestead. He stopped mid track, letting go of himself and gripping both your shoulders "(name). I really... really... superr.. like you." He giggled, grinning at you as he unexpectedly gave you a tight hug

If you were being honest, you blushed. Earning an uncontrollable smile from him. 'He's just drunk' you thought to yourself, believing in getting admired back was to funny to think, for you.

He let go and put his arm around again, acting like nothing happened as he walked uneasily.

Finally— upon arriving in his futon, you out him down gently, trying too hard not to bang his head due to his heavy weight; for you, since you don't lift weights like the other boys' do.

As you were about to leave he grabbed your arm, gripping it tight and pulling you, causing you to fall on your butt, leaving a small 'ah!' From the pain.

"Stay.—"

"—please? I know you're not allowed, but just for once?"

He murmured, looking at your eyes. His face was in a pinkish blush, and his eyes looked too doe to say no.

"For a minute." You mumbled, staying close to him, crossing your legs to stay nearby, but he rolled to the side, patting the space left. "Here, not there. And don't sit, please." He half-whisperly demanded, tugging your arm as you obliged, not wanting to lose the chance with your crush.

It felt honestly comfortably awkward, laying in bed facing the ceiling, while Minho clung to you, his legs wrapped around yours, his hands on your chest and face nuzzled in your neck in his comfort.

"(Name)?"

—"yes?"

"I think I love you."

He blabbled, turning your head to him to see him already looking at you with pure bliss, and no one could deny that his eyes spoke genuine.

"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭?"

"You heard me. I said i love you." He confirmed, smiling hazily,

And there it was, utter silence.

"I like you too, Minho." You muttered, looking at him. You took the chance to confess, chances of him remembering was less than seventy anyway.

"I know. I think Ben told me that, or was that Newt?" He recalled, "can't be Newt though, he has a massive fat crush on you." Announced. taking his hand to your cheeks, "You're so cute." Squeezing it softly,

"Newt is always talking about your... eyes.. they're really expres—" He stopped mid sentence, admiring your eyes.

And by no hesitation; he grabbed your jaw as both your lips pressed. He closed his eyes while you were left with a suprise.

Letting go, leaving you with wide eyes and agape mouth.

"I love you so much. I hate it. You're too angelic to not admire. Your skin is too soft, and you're so sweet and caring to everyone. Everyone literally loves you." He quickly stammered.

He kissed you again, this time. You took it in. Closing your eyes and enjoying it feeling his soft lips against yours. as he let go again avoiding eye contact this time. "I hate they way they look and admire you, but I love the way you look and admire others." He got up, pinning your figure to the comfy futon, his legs trapping your hips and his arms around your head for support.

"You don't know how many times I wrote your name in the maze, your features that i love, your quotes that i hear, you don't know how much I always look at you, admire you when you're busy, I love your lips, eyes, nose, hair, and everything. I love how you're a caring, loving, sweet, kind, and strong person."

He kissed you, both your lips melting together, as he slid his tongue to yours, butterflies blooming inside your stomach as you moaned quietly inside.

"But I hate the way they love you, I hate how they take advantage of the kind of person you are."

He let go again, before you even blinked at him, he took of his shirt, unbuttoning it revealing his body, his body had scattered scars and bandages, which made it more attractive,

"Let me pleasure you, (name)." He gently grabbed your face, looking at your eyes with his.

"Let me be the one to give you real intention of loving you, please." He begged, sounding to be desperate,

You were blushing and was too ashamed to looked at him, yet nodding. "I want you to say it, please." He begged, as you softly obliged,

"Okay... minho." You softly muttered, not sure on how to reply to his offer.

As he pressumed, he grabbed kissed your lips, pampering the same heated kisses through your body, unbuttoning your white blouse,

Revealing your covered chest to your bare hips.He kissed through your belly button, stopping mid, now looking up at you.

"You don't know how much I love you." He said, going back up to your neck, gently sucking it.

"Minho..." you softly moaned, keeping your hands to your mouth incase someboy wakes up, you both would've been in huge trouble. And you weren't aiming for it.

He sucked, kissed, devoured your sensitive neck to cleavage, earning red spots.

"Ah.." you gently whimpered, as you felt him stop at his tracks

"Don't resist, let those dumb perverts know who you belong to." He grabbed your wrist, holding them up while he trailed kisses, moaning and whimpering each touch.

As time went on, he slowly pulled your pants, looking at you, a sign of consent, as you nodded in response

He crawled to your bottom, kissing your hip bone.

As he went further, he took off your pants, leaving you with your panties, as he blushed at the sight.

"Minho.." you softly called out, as he placed another kiss at your hip bone.

"Leave me to please you." He gently smiled, that damn smile that made you trip at your first day being a medjack.

Time went on as you two connected, literally.

Loud moans by Minho, and soft moans by you were spread by the homestead, the moment felt unreal, felt angelic, a feeling that you never thought could even happen.

Words, whimpering, moaning, groaning, and a soft shout were scattered— "shuck", which made you giggle mid to it. "yes", "harder", and a sweet "i love you." To every pain to pleasure.

As time went by Minho fell on your side, both half naked and bare. "I'm sorry." He panted, looking at the ceiling.

You were filled with sweat, him, and his scent. As you panted in satisfaction. "Don't be, please.." you breathed, getting close to him, as he invited his arms over you.

"When we get outta here, I want you and me to get married, having kids, and live by a lake." He proposed, kissing you on top of your head, as your hands traveled around his torso, hugging him.

"Thank you, Minho" you looked up to him with a soft genuine smile, a look that could make the sun stop shining. "This would be the last thing I'd expect."

"Thank you, (name)." He gestured back, earning a kiss from you, as you slept on his chest peacefully, he turned his head to the opposite side,

"How was the view?" He teased, chuckling before kissing your head again.

"Oh, shuck you."

"Fuck you, man."

Two groans were made by nonetheless, Newt and gally.

"I can hear both of you jacking off." Minho jestered, pulling a middle finger to them "you both were too focused on (name), luckily i was the one who noticed." Minho criticized, hugging your figure, ensuring you close as he kept the blanket to cover both your bodies, prioritizing you.

"𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 (𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄)"

You opened your eyes to see Minho sleeping soundly, already.

"𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎𝐎, 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐎."

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

I have so many apologies to make up (´；ω；`)

I know the adultery scene was not it, the start was very slow burnt yet the end was rushed, Minho was outta character, I wasn't as specific, and obviously I had grammar issues— I'm really sorryyyy (ToT) I haven't wrote in a long while and I hope you guys bare me here, I'll do better next time and I'm I guess willing to do requests once my masterlist is out, but I can't promise that I'll do it. (＾＾)人(＾＾)

Thanks so Mach for reading till the end!! Missyallloveyall!! (≡・x・≡)

[inlovewhithafairytale]

The Maze Runner x Y/N

[amiliea74721]

𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙚𝙙 ⊹₊𖤐

ɢᴀʟʟʏ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙧𝙖𝙬 𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙫 (𝙬𝙧𝙖𝙥 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙥 𝙞𝙩) 𝙨𝙚𝙭 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜

Masterlist

It had been a pretty quiet night up until then, but as the hours slipped by, you found yourself needing a break from the bonfire. Craving a moment of peace, you decided to wander off and go skinny dipping in the lake hidden deeper in the forest.

Grabbing your towel from under your hammock, you casually tell Newt and Thomas you’re just going for a walk.

After a short walk you reach that lagoon-like spot nestled deeper in the woods, the one that always feels a little too perfect to be real. With no one around, you start peeling off your clothes, piece by piece, the night air cool against your skin.

Already a little buzzed from Gally’s so-called “alcohol” you drank earlier, everything feels a bit hazy, a little off.

Almost dreamlike.

You step forward, dipping your feet and legs into the water, a small shiver running through you.

Slowly, you wade in deeper, the cold water wrapping around your body until it reaches just above your waist.

You go in a bit deeper, and the water reaches your tits, covering you in coldness. The chill sends a wave of goosebumps across your skin, but you welcome it, it makes you feel awake, alive.

Pushing yourself off the stones at the edge, you glide further into the dark water, swimming out until your feet no longer touch the bottom. You float for a moment, letting yourself drift, surrounded by quiet and moonlight.

Then, you take a deep breath and dunk your head underwater. It feels like slipping into another world- quiet, heavy, peaceful. You stay beneath the surface for a few seconds, letting the water soak into your hair and wash away the noise in your mind.

When you finally rise again to breathe, you blink the water from your eyes and notice someone standing at the edge of the water. They’re just standing there, barely moving, watching you.

You don’t feel scared or even startled. Something about them feels strangely familiar. Your body relaxes instinctively, even as your heart skips a beat.

It’s Gally. The guy who always seems to find a way to get under your skin. The one who pushes your buttons and makes the already hard life in the Glade feel even heavier. But right now, in this exact moment, he doesn’t seem like that guy.

Right now, he looks like he belongs here. Like maybe you were waiting for him without even realizing it.

Gally just looks at you for a moment, taking in your perfect skin, how your wet hair is clinging to your shoulders while you keep yourself from sinking.

You blink slowly as you watch him start to take off his clothes. First his shirt, then his pants and finally his underwear.

Making his way into the water a few small waves appear around him, making their way to you.

He’s standing just a few feet away from you now having no issues staying still, his feet perfectly planted on the bottom of the lagoon.

Unlike you, he hadn’t hesitated to wade all the way in. The water reaches just below his chest, his broad frame cutting through the reflection of the moonlight like a statue cast in silver and shadow.

Droplets slide down his skin, clinging to his jaw, his collarbones, disappearing beneath the dark surface. His hair is wet, pushed back messily, as if he’d just dunked his head under like you had.

He looks calm- too calm, in a way that makes your heartbeat feel louder in your own chest.

He’s not speaking. Not moving. Just watching you, his eyes locked on yours with that same unreadable expression. It’s not hostile. Not cold. Just… there. Steady. Like he’s been waiting.

The air feels different now. Thicker. The water, once refreshing and sharp, suddenly feels warmer around you, almost like it’s absorbing the tension that hangs in the space between your bodies. It’s not uncomfortable, but it’s heavy.

You glance around, but the forest is silent. No sign of the others, no rustling in the trees, no voices from the bonfire far behind.

Just you and Gally, chest-deep in the water, surrounded by nothing but the pulse of the night.

Your breathing slows. Not because you’re calm, but because you don’t know what comes next.

And neither does he.

But somehow, in this strange in-between moment- where time feels frozen and the world is holding its breath- it feels like enough that he’s simply here. Not yelling. Not judging. Just existing beside you, for once without walls or noise.

Just water. And silence. And him.

You blink a few more times before swimming starts to feel too exhausting, the water pulling at your limbs like it’s trying to lull you into stillness. You drift toward him without overthinking it, your body moving on instinct.

When you reach him, you loop your arms around his neck, letting yourself cling to the strength in his shoulders, the solid warmth of his chest beneath the water.

It’s partly to keep yourself afloat- but more than anything, it’s because you want to be close to him. You need to be.

There’s barely even a pause.

His lips crash onto yours a second later, sudden but not rough- like he’s been holding himself back too long.

His mouth is warm despite the chill in the air, and you taste the same lingering trace of alcohol on his tongue that still lingers on yours. It’s familiar. Electric. Like matching keys finally finding the same lock.

He kisses you like he doesn’t care who sees, like the world could split apart right now and he wouldn’t stop.

His hands grip your waist beneath the water, not tight, but firm- like he’s grounding himself in the feel of your body, like he’s scared you’ll vanish if he lets go.

Your fingers find their way into his damp hair, tugging gently as your lips move against his, slow and hungry. It’s messy in that way that happens when there’s too much tension, too much feeling behind it.

A kiss that says all the things neither of you have had the guts to admit.

The water shifts around you both, rippling out from the press of your bodies. His chest rises and falls against yours, breaths uneven, and every now and then, he pulls back just enough to look at you- eyes half-lidded, lips red and wet, gaze dark with something deeper than just want.

Then he kisses you again. Slower this time. Like he’s tasting the moment.

Neither of you even dared to say a word until now that you separate your lips from his.

„So you don’t hate me that much?“

You wanted to grin, to tease him, to throw some smartass remark his way just to get a rise out of him- because that’s what you always did.

That was your thing. But something inside you stopped. Froze. Like your body knew something your brain hadn’t caught up to yet. And for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out why.

Maybe it was the way his eyes were on you. Not sharp. Not annoyed. Just dark and focused and entirely too intense.

Like he wasn’t seeing just your face- but everything underneath. Everything you usually kept guarded.

And for the first time, you didn’t want to push him away with a joke.

You just wanted him to keep looking at you like that. Wanted him closer.

„Shut up-“

He says in a quick breath while bringing your wet hair behind your ear with his fingers.

And so you do.

His hands move to your ass, firm but gentle, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you. The heat of his touch spreads through your body like wildfire.

His gaze never wavers, still dark, still intense, as if he’s trying to memorize every inch of you in that moment.

Your heart thuds loud enough to drown out the world, but you don’t care. You want to feel this, to let yourself be vulnerable without the usual shield of sarcasm or distance.

You swallow hard, eyes fluttering closed for a second before opening again, meeting his without fear. Maybe it’s the way the wet strands cling to your skin or the quiet crackle of electricity between you, but something inside shifts.

You don’t want to ruin this moment.

Instead, you lean into him, and the space between your lips disappears again.

He then guides you onto his cock, not immediately pushing in completely but keeping you on his tip. He keeps you there for a second before slow and carefully pressing you onto him.

You let out a little gasp at his size and lean you forehead against his shoulder closing your eyes and just letting him take control.

For a few moments the two of you just stay like this, close, interlinked and so unbelievably vulnerable.

After some getting used to him he starts moving, slow and careful as if he was scared to break you into a million pieces.

His thrusts became a little harder after a few minutes, so much that you began digging your nails into his shoulder. But he doesn’t mind.

It’s like the two of you are in your own world, away from everything and everyone. Shielded from the maze, the grievers and everything else.

The knot in your stomach starts to feel tighter, threatening to snap at any moment now.

He feels you clenching around him, your whole body tenses, the pressure inside coiling tighter and tighter like a drawn bow, until it finally snaps.

A wave of heat crashing through you all at once. It’s overwhelming, like your mind goes silent for a beat, completely lost in the feeling. Every nerve feels alive, hypersensitive, clinging to the moment, to him.

And as you come undone on his cock a rush of heat floods through him, powerful, almost paralyzing.

His breath catches, jaw clenched as he buries his face in your shoulder, gripping onto you like you’re the only real thing left in the world. Every nerve is lit up, every sense tuned to you.

He pulls out of you but still keeps you close to him, preventing you from just sinking under water due to the exhaustion.

Gally drags both of you onto the side of the river and lets you down on the wet and kinda cold grass before laying down beside you…

𝘼/𝙣: 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 𝙪𝙢𝙢 𝙄’𝙢 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙯𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝘽𝘼𝘿 𝙩𝙢𝙧 𝙥𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 24 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 ��� 𝙉𝙚𝙬𝙩 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄’𝙢 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙂𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙤 𝙄’𝙢 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙗𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙢𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙠 𝙘𝙪𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚’𝙨 16-18 𝙨𝙤 𝙬𝙚’𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬 18 𝙭

[star-writes-fanfiction]

:: i n n o c e n c e :: ʚїɞ :: n e w t ::

concept: y/n has just arrived in the glade and has virtually no knowledge about s3x or s3xual things, and newt feels the need to *teach* her

warnings: smut [oral, penetration, finger fucking, only semi-consesual ], swearing, alcohol consumption

other: your nickname is bunny, it explains why but just go with it.

🔞*MINORS DNI*🔞

:: newt's pov ::

We were all gathered at the monthly bonfire to celebrate our newest arrival, just one month after that of Y/n. I sat myself down next to Minho, a bottle of Gally's moonshine in my hand, fully intending to get ridiculously drunk.

The night was going great. Thomas had already held three philosophical debates with Zart about, well, everything, Minho had been dared to run around the Glade with no pants on yelling "FREEDOM FOR THE SCROTUM!"... which I wish I could say was a fever dream, and we'd danced around to music from the little radio the Creators sent up.

Eventually though, everyone had to sit down because we'd had at least three moonshine-induced casualties. We instead played a more 'gentle' game of just asking people deep questions, and if they didn't answer, they'd drink (funny that we were answering our drinking problems with more drinking, but anyways).

I got asked first by Jack from the gardens. "So, Mr. Second-in-Command, what's your type?" I wasn't quite sure. I mean, there weren't exactly many girls in the glade, only five, so I hadn't had much to assist me in figuring it out (unless I liked guys, but that's a whole different story). However, I could easily spot what traits were bad in a girl from what I'd seen so far.

"Gotta be funny," I started, looking over to Minho for approval - at this point we were basically married, and all the Gladers are our children. Everything we do the other parent must approve. "...and kind. I guess attractive, but I wouldn't know much about that. So maybe... y/h/c hair, and nice eyes." The other Gladers gave small nods of agreement.

"Alright, Newt. Your turn. You ask someone a question."

I looked around me, my sight landing on Thomas, cheeks flushed from all he'd been drinking. "Tommy. What's your favourite..." I tried to think of something that wouldn't get me demoted by Alby and ruin my reputation. "...what's your favourite... thing about Bunny?"

He blushed slightly, clearly wanting to be polite to the girl sitting only a few metres away. "She's nice, from what I've seen. Nice eyes." Despite his saying, he averted eye contact.

"Fair," I replied. This went on until Minho's turn. I love the guy, but he clearly does NOT know how to respect a Greenie or he probably wouldn't have chosen to ask Bunny a question, let alone the one that he did.

"Hey, bunny, what's your favourite sex position?

:: ʚїɞ ::

:: your pov ::

"Hey, bunny, what's your favourite sex position?

Sex position? What the fuck shuck is that? I vaguely remembered learning about sex, but never that there were positions. It was just... sex. And to my knowledge, I'd never even had sex before.

"I don't know, the normal one," I replied, trying to asnwer as nonchalantly as possible. Even though I was sure they wouldn't necessarily judge me, it's likely that they'd make fun of me for it as long as I lived. A few boys laughed.

"The normal one, and which is that?" Minho asked, probing me sassily. "The one where..." I froze, trying to think quickly. "I don't know, I've never had sex, okay?" As I suspected, most of the boys chuckled, but luckily didn't make fun of me. As they were laughing, I caught someone's eyes across the room. Newt.

I couldn't quite his expression. Anger? Concentration? Wanting?

I hadn't been in the Glade long enough to read and comprehend his facial expressions, and definitely wasn't close enough to him to understand what they meant. I was confused, so I decided to leave and head to my hammock to hit the sack.

:: ʚїɞ ::

:: newt's pov ::

When I gave Y/n the nickname 'Bunny', it was because she looked innocent. The way her y/h/c hair fell around her sweet, round face, and the way her eyes glistened when she looked up from the Box. It was the first thing I thought of, just as how beautiful she was was the first thing I saw when I pulled her out of that cage.

But I didn't know then that she was a different kind of innocent too...

I watched as she departed the gathering, headed to the hammocks. I found the urge to follow her growing inside of me (and in my pants), but I knew I needed to let her sleep.

However, there is such a thing as lying, so I decided to get up anyway. "Hey, Minho," I said, looking in his direction. "I'm gonna go check on Bunny, and then head to bed, alright?" He nodded absent-mindedly.

As I walked to the hammocks, I started hearing sounds, but I brushed it off, thinking it was the wind. But as I started to get closer to where Y/n was 'sleeping', they grew louder and more frequent. It sounded like... moaning?

I couldn't hold back my curiosity any longer.

I quietly crept over to the hammocks to see Y/n splayed across hers, hands between her thighs, ducking in and out of herself. Fuck, that's hot, I thought as I knelt down beside her.

"Hey," I muttered, smirking as she recoiled in surprise.

"Oh my stars, I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were there." She said, pulling her hand out of her pants. This was my shot.

"It's alright, Love. Let me help," I said, placing my hand over hers before reinserting it inside her. I set the pace, moving quickly. She let out little whimpers as I continued, our four fingers combined making her arrival come faster.

"Fuck, Newt~" she cursed, throwing her head back. I sped up in response, my movements faster and jerkier until I felt her clench around my fingers.

Her breath hitched as she came, wetting her canvas hammock.

"Mmm, great job, Love," I said, whispering softly in her ear, watching as her face flushed with embarrassment. "Thank you."

:: ʚїɞ ::

:: your pov ::

I yelped in surprise and anticipation as he lifted me up from my hammock, and took me to his room. He laid me gently on the sheets, closing and locking the door as he unbuckled his belt.

"Is this okay, Bunny?" He asked, now pulling off his shirt and walking over to the bed. I nodded intently, my eyes skimming over his toned chest. I blushed as he pulled his boxers down every thought in my mind being replaced by the idea of him inside me.

Before long, he laid in front of me, and hooked his thumbs in the waist of my pants, pulling them down. I lifted myself up to help him.

He held himself atop me as he began to leave ghost-like kisses across my neck, nipping softly and sucking on my sweet spot. "Fuck, that feels so good," I muttered, leaning my neck to the side to allow him more access. His hands grasped the hem of my shirt, signalling for me to take it off.

With my bra exposed, he kissed the tops of my breasts too, moving slowly down my stomach. I was getting desperate. "Newt, hurry," I managed to sputter, as he narrowly avoided the place I needed him most, and instead kissed down my thighs. "With time, Love," he simply replied, fingers latching on to the band of my panties. "May I take these off?" I nodded - even when drunk, and clearly aroused, Newt was always a gentleman.

I felt myself grow wet as my core was exposed to the cold air, whimpering from all these new sensations. I felt his tongue press against me, his fingers entering my heat once again. "Newt, shit, fuck~" I cursed as he ate me out, sucking on my clit.

It didn't take long for me to fall off the edge, his calloused thumbs rubbing circles on my hips as he helped me ride out my high.

Soon it was time for the real thing.

"You ready, Love?" He asked, positioning himself at my entrance.

"Mm-hmm," I replied, just eager to finally feel him, even after my two orgasms.

He slipped in slowly, allowing me to adjust to him. "Fuckkk," I whispered, head thrown back in ecstasy. After a few seconds of stillness, I longed for speed. "Move," I said quietly, gripping the sheets. As if something clicked in his head, Newt began to thrust, methodically and mechanically.

It wasn't long before his dexterous hand found it's way between us and began to circle my clit. The added stimulation filled me with fireworks of pleasure.

He let out little grunts with each movement, me adding to the sound with my high-pitched moans.

Before long, I felt his cock twitch inside me before he came. Although, he rather politely continued his motions until I too came with him.

I felt him pull out of me, leaving what felt like a gaping absence, before he layed down beside me, cradling my naked body.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do this, Love," he mumbled in my ear.

Yeah. Best sex-ed lesson ever.

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[lollibumblebee]

Hiii!! can i please request some dating minho headcannons, female reader? also including some spice/smut if you are comfy

alsoooo, first time requesting!

a/n: NP, here you go! takes place in the glade, b4 thomas

WARNINGS: spicy shit and smutty shit idk bro

DATING MINHO HEADCANNONS:

Since you are quite literally the only girl in the glade, all eyes are on you

whether in a romantic aspect or not, everyone adores you

Minho would tend to get a bit possessive.

Since he's always in the maze, he can't really see who's getting up close and personal (or trying to)

he would probably appoint threaten gally to watch out for you,

it works out since you're a builder and everyone is terrified of gally, and minho for that manner

the sheer amount of shouting matches and fights this man has gotten in because someone was hitting on you is unbelievable.

Alby can't even put him in the slammer cause that's his best runner

you guys were pretty close b4 you started dating,

like to the point where you would go off work early and wait for him at the entrance

gally ALWAyS shipped you guys (shocker) he didn't let it show, but he would let you go off work to wait for him and shit.

He confessed at a bonfire one random ass night

y'all ended up making out drunk as all get up behind the homestead

you guys didn't become official until months later

but you did have random make out sessions

Obviously, no one knew that was happening

good ol' Benny was tryna slide in and minho got PISSED

like there was an argument and punch on

in the med jacks later, he said that he loved u and wanted to make shit official.

When you guys go get to have quality time together, his hands are always on you, on your waist, around your shoulders, on your thighs, holding your hand, you name it.

You will be on his lap on bonfire night, I assure you

This man is obsessed with your thighs, he loves them so much

like when y'all are making out, he is grabbing them like no tomorrow.

Flirting bro

he loves it

even before you guys started dating, he would flirt to the ends of the earth,

PICKUP LINES????

This man has no problem making you all flustered and shi when he's flirting, but the moment you flirt back he is speechless, an absolute mess of a man.

SMUT TIME Y'ALL

THIS MAN IS A WHORE AND WE ALL KNOW IT

he would be so top energy but the moment u grind on him, it's all over folks, he is WHIPPED

he is weirdly good at this type of shit, like

eating out king bro

loves to be in between your thighs

when you guys had your first time, he was on cloud nine bro

he hadn't even jacked off b4, and that kinda pleasure was unmatchable

let's just say minho is vocal, very vocal

everyone else is traumatised

I feel like he would love it when you sit on his face, and you pull his hair

[caberzatto]

distraction (pt. 1)

fem!reader x Minho

summary: After the arrival of a new female glader, Minho begins acting strangely. He’s losing focus and getting easily distracted, which leads to an incident one day when he's out in the maze. Luckily the newest greenie is there to help.

word count : 4.6k

Being a teenage boy is hard enough as it, but being a teenage boy and having spent the last three years in a confined space surrounded by around fifty other teenage boys? Yeah, not the most ideal living situation in the world, I mean you can just imagine the amount of pent up sexual frustration.

I mean it's not like thoughts of sex or women were constantly on Minho's mind, but at the end of the day he's still a teenage boy with needs.

That day you had come up in the box was by far the most genuine feeling of excitement that the boys had felt throughout their time in the glade. I mean for most of them it was the first time that they could remember actually seeing a girl, and a really, really, pretty girl no less.

You can only imagine all the crass thoughts and mental images that made their way through the minds of majority of the boys once they opened up the box, only to find a girl sitting at the bottom.

The crowd of men above you simply stood and glared down at you in silence before one of the boys made a comment something along the lines of "Well how do we decide who gets first go, boys?," resulting in scattered snorts and chuckles from the rest of the group.

Alby was quick to step in, though. Keeping a close eye on you during your first few days in the glade; setting rules and boundaries around you to make sure no one would try anything. He showed you around and how things worked, informing you of all the different roles that everyone plays to ensure smooth sailing, introducing you to people like Newt and Fry and Gally.

And Minho.

You and Minho had never really spoken to each other despite you having been in the glade for almost 2 months now.

The most you'd interacted was one evening after the runners had gotten back from the maze. It was a night of festivities; everyone was gathered around what appeared to be a very large bonfire.

You were sat next to Newt on the trunk of a fallen tree, and as you blankly stared into the orange flames of the fire, you felt someone gently nudge your shoulder from behind, pulling you out of your trance like state. Alby. In his left had he held the necks of two bottles of Gally's secret drink and in his right hand he held a bowl of food, along with two more balancing on his inner forearm.

"Thanks, Alby," Newt said as he grabbed a bottle and a bowl from Alby's grasp, digging right into the plate of food, which honestly looked like a pile of vomit - no offense to Frypan, he does the best with what he’s got.

"Here you go Greenie," Alby offered a bowl of food to you as he climbed over the branch to take a seat beside you. "So, how's life in the glade treating you so far?" Alby questioned in between bites of food.

"Not bad I guess. Considering everything, you know," You placed your half-eaten bowl of food down, grabbing one of the bottles of Gally's drink from between Newt's legs to take a swig, cringing at the taste of the beverage.

As you pressed the bottle to your lips your eyes began to scan over the rest of the gladers sat in their own separated groups. Since Newt and Alby had already shown you around a few days prior to the bonfire, you were somewhat familiar with a majority of the boys and the jobs everyone did.

The 'runners' was one of the jobs that intrigued you the most when you’d first learned of them from Alby, (even though you yourself were a medj-jack), and they were just the group your eyes had landed on whilst you scanned the bunch of boys sat around the fire.

Your eyes settled on Minho, the dark haired Asian boy who was sat in the centre of the rest of the runners. He was the 'keeper of the runners' which is apparently a highly important role. Well, that's just the way everyone else described it.

It was not your intention to stare, and you hadn't actually realised that you were until Newt made a comment that snapped you out of it.

"Hey, Alby. I think our Greenie here might have a little crush," causing a chortle to leave Alby's mouth as he glanced between you and the Asian boy sat on the other side of the fire.

"Slim it you shanks," you were quick to roll your eyes at the two boys sitting on either side of you. Although they weren't totally wrong.

It's not like you hadn't taken notice of Minho when you were, eventually, let out of the box. The first thing you observed about him was his stoic demeanor. Unlike the rest of the gladers, Minho definitely did not appear to be as talkative or interactive as everyone else. He was honestly kinda reserved, only speaking to a few other boys such as Newt, Alby, and Fry.

But there was something about him that intrigued you. I mean, you obviously couldn't deny the fact that he was a very, very attractive dude, but it wasn't just that. There was something more to your interest in him.

Just as you were about to go back to your-unintentional-staring after brushing off Alby and Newt, once your eyes landed back on the spot Minho had been sitting, he was gone. Your eyes wandered around the area, trying to locate him, when you spotted him heading in your direction to which you quickly dropped your head to look down at the grass in hopes that he hadn't seen you staring.

Once he'd reached where you and the two boys were seated, he turned his attention towards Alby. "Hey, Alby, I needa talk to you," his eyes flickered to yours before he continued "It's about the map."

"Yeah sure, let me just finish off here and I'll walk with you to the map room, alright."

Minho nodded in response before finally paying attention to you and Newt, well, more so Newt than you but still. "W'sup Newt,"

"Yo, Minho," pulling his sleeve over his hand before wiping over his mouth to clean himself up, "How are things looking in the old maze?"

Minho placed his hands on either side of his runners' harness, grabbing onto it, causing it to pull down ever so slightly. Why was that so shucking attractive. "Not too bad actually, think we might be making a lot more progress."

Just as Alby had polished off the last of his food and was beginning to get up, Minho turned his attention towards you, giving a quick upnod, "What's up Greenie?" Without saying anything you merely returned the nod before he and Alby were on their way.

And that was the only 'interaction' you and Minho have had since then, if you can even call it an interaction at that.

Since then the two of you haven't exchanged any other words with each other, yet even aside that fact, you couldn't get him off your mind for a reason you couldn't come to terms with, or rather one that you were too embarrassed to admit.

It was safe to say that you had developed kind of a crush on the apathetic runner, although you don't even know how it happened seeing as you've barely said two words to one another in the past 2 months since becoming a new resident of the glade. But even so you would catch yourself stealing glances at the unbelievably pretty dark haired boy, from time to time.

Though you were blissfully unaware, Minho too would sneak looks (and the occasional stare) at you when you weren't paying attention. Even though he acted like it (and very well too) you were definitely not invisible to him. In fact you were truthfully the immense opposite of invisible to Minho.

From the day you had arrived in the box, to you and Minho's very first interaction that night during the bonfire, the boy could not, and I mean could not, get you out of his head.

Now, despite the fact that it was the first time he'd seen a girl in well over 3 years, it didn't change his mind that you were the most gorgeous girl he'd ever laid his eyes on. Ever.

Everyone in the glade knows very well that Minho is not an easily distracted, or crush - having type of guy, so when Ben and the rest of the runners were discussing their plans for their next venture into the maze and Minho was not quick to chime in to either correct something or simply just to add his input, they knew something strange was definitely going on.

"Minho," Ben called out the boys name on the account that he'd been staring at section 6 of the maze for the past 10 minutes without saying a word, or even blinking for that matter, "Minho!"

Minho's head quickly snapped up to look at Ben, before clearing his throat and trying, but very miserably failing, to pretend as if nothing happened at all.

"Yo, Minho, where's your shuckin'' head at today?" Ben questioned as the rest of the group grunted in agreement.

The answer to Ben's question was you.

Minho knew himself very well, and for him to be distracted whilst on the job? is not like himself whatsoever. Being the leader of the runners is one of the most important jobs in the glade, and Minho himself knows that better than anyone, which is why he takes his job very seriously, never allowing his mind to be absorbed with anything else less eminent. He puts it above almost everything else.

But now, suddenly he's constantly finding himself daydreaming about you, about the gorgeous girl who came up in the box almost 2 months ago. And he just can't seem to shake you from his head.

He's tried almost everything he could think of to keep his mind off you : burying himself in his work - sometimes even spending hours in the map room - taking cold showers in attempts to slow his heart rate. But nothing was doing the trick.

It even got so bad to the point where he'd run out of possible solutions to solve his problem, so he did something completely outside of his character - he confided in someone about it.

This specific someone being Newt, who when Minho came to him all tense and awkward and completely unlike his normal self, immediately knew what was causing his newfound dilemma. The newest (female) Greenbean of the glade.

Once Minho had finished informing Newt of his current problem, and embarrassing himself by rambling on and on in the process, a smug, shit - eating grin was plastered onto Newt's face

"For shuck's sake, Newt, you're supposed to be helping me with my problems here, not finding them amusing." A frustrated Minho expressed.

"Okay, okay, you're right, my deepest apologies," Newt placed a hand over his heart, feigning sympathy for the wreck of the usually put together boy standing in front of him. "But alright, you want my advice?"

The keeper of the runners nodded his head desperately, "That's the entire bugging' reason I came to you in the first place, Newt."

"Well," Newt replied, dragging the end of the word almost as if he was unsure of what he was about to say, "You're going to have to talk to her, Minho." He explained as he shrugged his shoulders, almost as if to say it wasn't even that big of a deal.

"No. Absolutely shucking not," Minho babbled on, "I mean, I wouldn't even know the first thing to say to he- what the shuck would I say to her?" Desperately looking to Newt for the answers to his problems.

The blond boy merely crossed his arms over his chest, "That my dear friend, is for you to figure out on your own."

Minho is not a talker, he's simply just not good at it. So unsurprisingly he took absolutely none of Newt's advice. Instead, sticking with what he knows he's best at - running. When he's running between the walls of the maze his mind is clear, well, for the most part. He still has to be alert and aware of grievers on top of having to lead the rest of the runners, but for Minho, that's as clear as it gets.

So that's what he's been doing and it had been working great for maybe a week or so before everything went awry.

The scorching sun was beginning to disappear behind the vine-covered walls of the maze, signalling that the doors were about to close, although today was different from any other day because usually by his time, the runners would have been back already. And they weren't.

Ben and Minho were the only two to go into the maze today, which made the fact that they weren't back yet even weirder. Typically, the fewer runners went into the maze , the earlier they'd get back, meaning that the two boys should have long emerged from the griever-infested walls.

People had started to gather at the solid doors of the maze, worry beginning to consume the thoughts of one glader at a time. You and Newt were stood at the forefront of the rest of the boys, anticipating the safe return of Ben and his leader.

5 minutes had passed and still no sign of Ben or Minho. "They're not coming back bro," were the words being exchanged amongst the group of dispirited boys. At least 2 more minutes go by and still absolutely nothing; no movement from inside the unwelcoming walls of the maze.

A once sizeable group of gladers waiting under the anticipation of the two runners' return, had now decreased until the only people left were you, Newt, Chuck, Alby, Jeff, and Clint. 

"They're not gonna make it." Newt proclaimed to everyone else. 

Even though you hadn’t know him long, you couldn't even fathom the possibility of Minho not coming back from the maze. The possibility that you might never see him again. Never see his face again. "They'll make it."

And just as the words left your lips, two figures rounded the final corner of the maze, coming into view for everyone to see. 

Chuck's head shot up whilst his arm flung in Ben and Minho's direction "There!" 

But the closer the two boys got to the doorway, the more apparent it became that something was very wrong. Minho's arm was slung over Ben's shoulder, whilst his other one clutched his midsection. His head hung down as Ben used all the strength he had left to drag the both of them to the safety of the glade.

A loud rumble erupted in the air, shaking the ground beneath the feet of you and everyone else surrounding you, indicating the closing of the maze walls. By now, it really did look like the two adolescent teens weren't going to make it in time before the doors shut, meaning they would have to spend an entire night in the maze. And no one ever survived a night in the maze.

Without thinking, you lunged forward, heading towards Ben and the injured boy lugging by his side. Your fellow gladers tried to grab hold of you but were unsuccessful in their attempts as you had already set foot in the maze.

Ben shifted his gaze to you, giving you a look as if to say, "You've really done it now, Greenie," yet you couldn't care less. The only thing on your mind was getting them to safety before you were all trapped in there for the night.

Yanking Minho's free arm from his stomach, you pulled it over your shoulder to provide more support for the injured boy who now stood between you and Ben. Shouts of desperation and distress flooded your ears, coming from the now-increased crowd of boys standing on the grass in front of you.

You grunted as you and Ben pushed closer towards the exit, dragging Minho as best as possible along with you. Your safe haven was a mere few feet ahead, looking like the three you might make it, but the doors of the maze were faster, closing in in an attempt to squash you between them.

"Come on!" yelled Chuck and his fellow friends as you approached closer and closer towards them.

An exhausted Ben looked at you with an encouraging expression, as he could see you were beginning to tire out, and with all the strength you both had left, the two of you hastened your pace, Minho's legs dragging along the floor of the maze.

Your bodies were now sideways due to the limited space between the doors, brushing against the cold surface of the walls. With Ben behind Minho, and you in front of him, still clutching onto his limp arms, you squeezed your way through the doors that threatened to crush you.

And just as the doors made their final thrust, you were through.

You hit the ground hard and with a thud after being pushed by Ben, who barely got his arm out in time before the doors of the maze finally slammed shut, resulting in a loud 'BOOM' erupting throughout the glade.

The soft grass brushed against your cheek, your chest rising and falling with heavy breaths of exhaustion. 'I'm safe. I made it." Was the first thought to enter your head.

Using all your effort, you planted your hands on the ground, hoisting yourself up onto your feet, and before you were able to register what was happening, at least 30 boys were clamoring around you and the two other boys that lay on the ground beside you.

Minho.

God, Minho. You looked down and watched as your friends helped Minho and Ben to their feet as best as they could. Without any regard for yourself and your current state, you promptly began giving orders to your fellow med jacks, Clint and Jeff. "Get them to the med hut, now!"

Newt and Alby sat Minho down on one of the beds in the hut, whilst Jeff and Clint attended to Ben to check if too had any injuries. Once Minho was settled, Alby gave orders to the large huddle of boys situated outside the entrance of the hut to pack it in for the night and head to bed. "You guys alright in here?" His words, directed to you, Jeff and Clint.

Your eyes never once strayed away from the Asian boy who was now laying on the bed in front of you, "Yeah, we've got it from here. Thanks, Alby."

"Let us know if there's anything you need," Newt added. And with that, the two of them left the hut to settle down for the night.

Jeff and Clint had completed their inspection of Ben, concluding that he was relatively fine; just a few cuts and scrapes were all, and once they had finished cleaning those up with some rubbing alcohol and plasters, they assisted Ben to his hammock, checking on you before they left, "Yo, Greenbean. You good?" Clint questioned.

Still not taking your eyes off Minho, "Yeah, I got it, thanks guys. Goodnight."

And then there were two.

Minho had both his arms draped across his stomach, clutching his midsection. His eyes were shut tight, his brows furrowed as he groaned in pain. But let it be Minho to still pass a comment whilst being severely injured, "You could've gotten us killed in there, Greenie."

You scoffed in amusement as you carefully began moving his arms away from his stomach to take a closer look at his injuries, "True, but I ended up saving your life didn't I."

No response.

You placed your fingers on the hem of Minho's shirt, accidentally brushing them against his skin, causing him to shiver under your touch. For a second you wondered if it was because of the pain from his cut, or the fact that you had touched him, although you quickly brushed your thoughts away as to not let yourself get distracted.

As you tried to lift his shirt to assess the severity of his cut, it soon became apparent that you need more access to be able to do a proper job of cleaning it up. Meaning he has to take his shirt off. Meaning you're gonna see him shirtless for the first time ever.

Great. This won't be awkward at all.

"Minho," pausing to collect yourself, "I, uh, need you to take your shirt off, y'know, so I can get a better look at the cut on your stomach."

He tenses under your touch. Again.

In your head, you excuse the reaction for him just being in pain. But in reality, Minho is having a full-blown freakout in his mind right now. He has to take his shirt off. In front of you. The girl he's secretly been crushing on since you arrived in the glade.

Great. This won't be awkward at all.

He clears his throat before lifting his head off the table to look a you, "Uh, yeah, sure no-no problem." He's stuttering. Minho never stutters, like ever.

You remove your hand from its current position on Minho's stomach and place it on his lower back to help him sit up straight, but as he's getting up, his hand slips off the side of the narrow twin bed, and in a quick attempt to balance himself he grabs onto the forearm of your other free arm, causing your body to jolt forward.

Your faces are now mere inches away from one another, both of you in shock with wide eyes as you look at each other, registering what just happened. This sudden closeness doesn't last long, though you wish it had, as Minho pulls his arm away.

Once again, he clears his throat, meanwhile, you blink rapidly in an attempt to gain back focus, "Um, okay where were we-right, um I'm gonna need that shirt of yours to come off now."

He simply nods, before lifting his arms over his head, as best as he can, wincing from the pain coming from his midsection. As his arms raise, his shirt lifts up slightly, giving you a peek of his toned stomach in the process.

Focus.

You unhooked his harness, carefully taking it off first before tackling his shirt. Your hands find their way back to the hem of the garment, steadily raising it higher and higher until it's over his head and his arms are through, before placing it on the bed on the other side of the hut.

A now, shirtless, Minho sat before you on the bed as you tried to calm your quickened heart rate. But God was he a work of art. You couldn't help but admire his athletic body, I mean he literally looks like he was carved from stone.

Focus.

"Okay, now let me take a look at that nasty cut of yours," you positioned one hand on Minho's chest and the other on his stomach just below where the cut was.

As you took a closer look to examine the injury closer, Minho's head was just about ready to explode. His head was tilted upwards, barely even breathing, focusing only on the way you were touching him. Touching his body.

What could he have possibly done to deserve this? Aside from maybe almost dying, of course.

Suddenly, the warmth of your hands disappeared, prompting Minho to look down at where they once were, as you walked over to the cabinet to get supplies to clean the affected area. And he couldn't help but wish your hands were back on him.

With your back facing him, you grabbed everything you needed, your mind wandering back to the maze. Minho has never gotten injured in the maze before, he's the best of the best, and he never gets distracted. So what was so different this time?

"So, what the shuck happened out there today?" you made your way back over to him, supplies in hand, "I mean," you paused, placing a cotton ball that was damp with rubbing alcohol on the cut, causing a strained moan to leave his lips. the sound left your mind fuzzy, "you've never gotten hurt, and definitely not this badly, in the maze before right?" You looked up at him, eyes wide with confusion.

That look could have sent him over the edge.

He licked his lips, "Uh-shuck...I dunno, I guess I just..." his words trailed off as he looked back down at you, "uhh, just got distracted I guess."

You couldn't believe what you'd just heard, "You, got distracted?" still running the cotton all over the large cut, "I mean you, the Minho, the always focused, leader of the runners?...surely my ears are deceiving me."

Minho chuckled at your genuine disbelief, "Sure did."

After wiping off the last bit of blood, you put down the now red-stained ball of cotton and picked up the roll of gauze and began unraveling it, "Well...are you gonna tell me what on Earth it is that distracted you or are you gonna make me guess," smiling at him as you asked the question.

He's going crazy right now.

"Uhh..." Okay, deep breaths now Minho, "well, it was uh- okay," The boy was literally a stumbling mess in front of you, his hand flying to scratch the back of his head, "okay-shuck, I mean...okay,"

"Jeez, I can take a hint y'know, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, I was just curio-"

"It was you!" He blurts out, cutting you off mid-sentence.

You blink, confused at what has just come out of his mouth. "Me? what do you mean it was me who distracted you?"

Well, there's no going back now.

"I,okay-shuck... I like you, okay? Like, like-like you, and for the past couple of weeks I haven't been able to get you out of my head and I just- I don't know, I mean it's not like me to be easily distracted but you- you just-you're so pretty and sweet and it was getting so bad-not that...liking you is a bad thing, I just mean I didn't know how to stop thinking about you that I even went and asked Newt for his help! Which is just...so unlike me but I-uh-yeah..."

No words. I mean you literally had no words. Minho just told you he likes you?? What is the right reaction? So you just stood there. Frozen.

"Shuck... say something. Please." He asks softly, pulling you out of your trance like state.

"I-uh...I...I like you too Minho," you admitted.

His eyes widened as he stared at you in shock. You liked him? You like him. You. Like. Him. "You...you like me?"

You rolled your eyes at the oblivious boy in front of you, "Yes, you shank, I do." your tone low and faint.

His voice is soft and almost gleeful as his eyes flicker to your lips briefly, "Oh... well that-that's great, I mean its good-I mean-"

You leaned forward, cutting him off, and pressed your lips against his, catching him off guard. He kisses you back almost immediately as you stand between his legs, his hands gently coming and settling on your waist.

"Holy shuck!"

The two of you abruptly pull away from one another, as a third voice fills the hut. Both looking over to the entrance, Newt is leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest, and a very big smug smile on his face as he stares back at the both of you.

"I take it you two lovebirds have finally worked things out?" he added, sounding much too pleased for you and Minho's liking.

You turn to look at each other once again, chuckling lightly before awkwardly turning back to face the tall blond boy by the door.

[brattyvox]

﹟ 𝗠𝗔𝗭𝗘 𝗥𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗥 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 Anything labeled ♡ has smut.

♡ THOMAS

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♡ MINHO

⸺ BOY MEETS GIRL. [MxF] ♡

♡ NEWT

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♡ GALLY

⸺ GALLY'S GIRL. [MxF] PT.2

♡ VINCE

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♡ ARIS

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♡ BRENDA

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[catoslvt]

Minho (TMR) x Reader

right before he gets caught by WCKD.

I sit on the small ledge to the mountain, if you could even call it that.. it's more like a pathetic desert ledge with Frypan, Minho and Newt with me, Teresa is higher than us on the rocks, staring out at the horizon, Aris is catching up with the girls from his maze and Thomas is in Brenda's tent hopefully getting her the cure, it's peaceful up here watching the right arm busy away with their own tasks.

"Don't you guys miss the Glade ?" Frypan asks, and Minho, Newt, and i turn to look at him, each of us thinking the same thing but not wanting to admit it.

"i guess I do in some ways. We were safe in the glade until the last few days.. and we still had Chuck." I admit, and the three boys just nod.

"At least we've still got each other, though, right?" Frypan asks with a grin, and Newt just laughs.

"good that." Newt agrees, and with that, i just nod, and with that, Thomas approaches us, sitting beside newt and rubbing his hands together with a sigh.

"i wish alby could've seen all this." Newt then admits, carrying our conversation on from earlier and I just look at him, a sad expression sketched on my face.

"and winston." Frypan mentions in a quick tribute to the friend we lost only days ago.

"and chuck." Thomas and i both say in usion with a sad sigh.

"he'd be proud of you guys, though." Newt tells us, looking between the two of us and with that a comfortable silence falls over the group, before Frypans gaze falls on Aris sitting somewhere below us.

"hey Aris!" Frypan yells, and aris raises his hand, yelling back a small 'hey guys!' which causes all of us to fondly laugh.

"I kinda like that kid." Frypan says, pointing his thumb close to the direction of Aris.

"yeah.. I still don't trust him though." minho says with a glare, before looking over the group and chuckling, causing me to gently elbow his ribs.

"cut it out." I whisper, and Minho continues to chuckle, before Thomas looks around.

"hey.. wheres Teresa?" Thomas asks and i quietly let out a small groan that only Minho hears, earning yet another chuckle.

"she went up there." Newt says, pointing over to Teresa on the other mountainish hill beside the one we are all currently on, and with that, Thomas vanishes on his route to go talk to her.

"Not even a goodbye." I laugh, rolling my eyes slightly and Frypan raises an eyebrow as he looks at me.

"oh come on? are you guys seriously gonna tell me you fully trust her?" I scoff, looking between the three boys and both Newt and Frypan just shrug, whereas minho looks at me contently.

"she would so sell us back to WCKD, like.. it's so obvious. even after everything that happened, she keeps saying that 'WCKD is good' or what happened will benefit us in the long run." I begin to ramble, and Newt just shrugs again.

"Thomas used to work for WCKD too. If you hate Teresa for that reason, then you also need to hate Thomas." he points out, and i shake my head rapidly.

"Thomas knows WCKD is bad. He admits it a fair amount every day, Teresa shuts down every conversation we have that slanders WCKD in the slightest." I argue, and everyone falls silent, apart from Minho.

"she has a point, yknow." he speaks up, and Newt shrugs for a third time.

"Well, we're safe now anyway, aren't we? WCKDS behind us." Newt says, slapping his hands on his thighs as he slowly stands up.

"im gonna go get a drink, Fry you wanna come?" he asks, and Frypan nods, standing up and walking over to the area where we climbed up this hill/mountain.

"Be right back." Newt says, and with that, they're out of eyesight.

"i believe you, yknow." Minho says, bumping my shoulder gently with his, and i laugh as I turn to look at him.

"You'd believe me if I told you that you were turning green." I scoff, and he just smiles proudly.

"What can I say? I believe your every word.. that's not a bad thing." he smugly says, and i begin to smile too.

"i don't think that's healthy." I tell him, and he just laughs with a small shrug.

"Well, it's more healthy than becoming a crank, isn't it?" he teases, and i gasp, my jaw dropping slightly before i slowly start laughing.

"Good that." I agree, both of us just falling into a comfortable sort of silence as I slowly pull myself closer to him, our shoulders now touching as the sun begins to set.

"When we get to the real safe haven.. what do you think you'll do?" minho asks, and a wave of deja vu washes over me at the amount of times we spoke about this topic when we ran the maze together.

"i don't really know anymore, when we were back in the glade I had such high expectations of what life would be like outside of it and let's just say none of them were met, like my top priority used to be to start a family." I laugh, and he looks down at me.

"That's not a bad thing, you do know that, right?" He asks, and i shrug as I look up at him.

"That was when I thought the world actually had decent civilisation." I state, and he just laughs.

"And am I not decent civilisation enough for you?" he asks, curiously raising his eyebrow.

"Well...." I coo, and he just scoffs, shoving my elbow with his own, before clearing his throat.

"When we make it to the safe haven.. would you ever maybe want to marry m-" minho begins, but is quickly cut off by the sounds of incoming helicopters, and we are both immediately on our feet.

"wckd." is all I can say, snapping my head to look over at Teresa, who's still staring over the horizon unfazed and unmoving.. I knew she had something to do with this.

within seconds of the helicopters approaching, they're shooting fire bombs at us and Minho and I are sprinting down the hillside, bumping straight into Frypan and Newt who were just on their way back up before the first few bombs hit and we instantly usher them down into the mess of fire and WCKD guards.

"what the fuck is happening!?" Newt yells.

"wckd!" I exclaim as we all duck down behind some barrels.

"Where's Thomas!" frypan yells and nobody says anything, before minho stands up and runs over to Vance and Harriet yelling their names, meaning the three of us have to follow him, running but crouched incase we get shot at.

the minute we reach their car, Harriet yells that we need to cover her and Vance and i look around the place, its completely swarming with WCKD soldiers, and the fire only seems to be growing.

"Hey! do you know how to use this thing?" vance yells over the commotion to minho asks he passes down some sort of gun, which Minho gladly takes.

"Cover me! this fifty is our only chance!" Vance says, his voice still high over the commotion and minho nods, quickly ducking down around the other side of the car leaving me in shock, the realisation of our conversation on the hill only moments ago hitting me.

the boy I've been in love with since my first day in the glade has asked me to marry him, and now he's at risk of being shot.

God why do i have such bad fucking luck?

within seconds of Minho going to the other side of the car, frypan, Newt and i have also been given guns that aren't quite as large as the one Minho has and we are shooting at every WCKD solider that gets in a shooting distance from us, most of the time we hit our targets but my mind is on Minho, not the guards, but we are quickly getting surrounded, we can't take all the guards with limited ammo.

"vince, hurry up. There's too many of them!" Newt yells, and I try to press the trigger on the gun again, but no bullet comes out.

"im out!" Fry and i yell in usion, both of us now being left completely defenceless against WCKD guards and their electric guns.

"bomb!" Newt yells as a guard tosses a blue flashing thing over to us which lands in the car beside me and in mere seconds it explodes, blue sparks of electricity flying out the vehicle and hitting all of us in the close vicinity, pain flies up and down my body as the wind is knocked out of me as the sparks fill every area in my body imaginable, before I drop to my knees knocked out.

when I wake up, im on my knees, hands behind my back, but not tied, however, in a line in front of a hovercraft, my head leaning against Minhos shoulder.

"what the fuck?" I ask, quickly looking around as though I had briefly forgotten where I was for a minute.

"wckd got us." minho whispers to me, and I snap my head to him with pure panic and fear in my eyes.

"i can't go back there." I whisper, and he shakes his head.

"we won't go back there. We always find a way to escape, remember? this time isn't different." he comfortingly whispers, and i slowly nod, trying to tell myself his words are true. However, I'm finding it hard at this exact moment of time.

"Where's Thomas?" Janson yells, snapping me out my thoughts, and my eyes dart up to the man. If I could explode someone's head with a glare, his brains would've been everywhere.

"Right here." Thomas weakly says, approaching from behind us with his arms raised and he's instantly surrounded by the guards, before being grabbed and pushed straight into janson who quickly punches him, before he's shoved in the line beside me, almost toppling onto me.

"we are so totally fucked." I mumble under my breath.

"why didn't you run?" minho asks Thomas, who just shakes his head.

"im tired of running." he pants, and minho slowly turns his head to look at him, a pure face of disgust and disappointment sketched onto his face.

Thomas, who was so demanding of becoming a runner back in the maze, was now tired of running. God, some people pick the worst times to go soft.

the hovercraft in front of us slowly opens, and Ava Paige walks out with guards surrounding her, and i just watch intently, clearly extremely nervous for what is gonna unfold.

usually, I have no doubts that us from the glade are gonna get away from these WCKD scum bags, but this time, I'm feeling as though the odds aren't in our favour.

"is this all of them?" ava asks janson.

"most of them." janson answers, looking around the large group of us.

"it'll be enough." he then adds, a small shrug at the end of his sentence.

"Start loading them in." ava commands

.

"yes ma'am." I hear janson say, quickly scurrying away from ava.

"Okay, you heard, let's go! get em on!" janson yells to the guards, and people from the lines are quickly picked up and carried towards the hovercraft, and my breath hitches in my throat.

Thomas is quickly picked from beside me, a guard pressing a gun firm against the small of his back to remind him to not try anything.

"Hello Thomas." ava greets, her face remaining expressionless, before Teresa walks over and i start to stand up, but a gun is pointed directly in between my eyes and minho quickly grabs my arms and forces me to stand up normally, Frypan and Newt quickly copying us.

"Teresa? wait, what's going on?" Frypan asks.

"she's with them." Thomas says, a sad tone in his voice, and i just laugh.

"i knew it! I fucking told you guys but nobody beli-" I begin to rant but the gun is pointed back at my head and I purse my lips back together.

"Since when?" minho asks to try to get the gunmans attention off of me.

"Oh, Teresa's always had an evolved appreciation of the greater good." janson says, walking out from behind Teresa.

"Once we restored her memories, it was only a matter of time." he continues, gently placing a hand on the top of her arm, and i swear I was so close to grabbing the gun from the gunman and shooting that bastard but I kept my calm, also because there was a nice shiny silver bullet about to get pierced between my eyes.

"im sorry. I had no choice. this is the only way. we have to find a cure." teresa tells us, and i groan.

"she's right. this is all just a means to an end. you used to understand that thomas. no matter what you think of me. i am not a monster. im a doctor. i swore an oath to find a cure! no matter the cost." ava yells, almost trying to win her over with her words, which really doesn't work.

"i just need more time." ava pleads.

"More blood." Mary calls, stepping forward despite the fact guns are now pointed at her head, including the gun that was previously pointed at mine, and I find my hand slowly making its way into Minhos.

"Hello Mary. i hoped we'd meet again. im sorry it had to be under these circumstances," ava says. Although it's evident in her words, she's nowhere near sorry

"im sorry about a lot of things, too. but not this. at least my conscience is clear." mary confidently says, her head held high, and I can't help but smile proudly at the lady I only met today.

"So is mine." ava says smugly, which pisses me off so much.

and with that a gunshot blasts through the air and minho quickly pulls me back, but my eyes remain on Mary who has just been shot, a fatal shot by the looks of things and I have to look away as Vance runs to her side, my eyes now landing on Janson who is holding the gun and I don't even have a moment to let out some form of reaction because everyone is getting grabbed and horded towards the hovercraft again, or something i thought.

just as Thomas is grabbed by a guard he elbows them and reaches into his pockets, revealing two bombs and minho again drags me further away, trying to get as far away as an injury risk as possible.

"Thomas please stop, I made a deal with them. they promised. they promised we'd be safe.. all of us." Teresa says and i just want to scream.

"and im supposed to trust you now?" Thomas asks and i just nod my head.

"yeah Thomas!" I yell but minho slaps a hand over my mouth.

"Keep talking, and a guard is gonna shoot you." he whispers, pulling my back tight against his chest, his hand still on my mouth.

"it's true. It was her only condition." ava tells us the truth in her words, which really pisses me off for some reason.

"Shut up!" thomas yells.

"Everything can go back to the way it was.. thomas, do you really want all of them to die?." ava asks, a manipulative tone in her voice, and i look around at everyone.

"Listen to her thomas, think about what you're doing." janson yells, eyeing thomas carefully.

as minho watches frypan and Newt appraoch Thomas, he slowly does the same, dragging me with him by my hand.

"we're with you, thomas." newt states once we all crowd around him, although I'm not exactly with him, I don't really want to be blown to smithereens but I can't really back down.

"No." teresa cries, fake tears brimming her eyes

"don't." ava pleads.

"Do it, thomas." minho confirms, glancing between the group of us who are now huddled around thomas.

"We're ready." Fry whispers to thomas with a nod.

"we're not going back there." thomas states, anger laced in all his words.

"Thomas?" ava gasps shaking her head.

Thomas holds out the bomb, his breath shaky.

"it's the only way." Thomas argues, staring at the bomb in his hand, it shakes unsteadily, matching his breath.

Thomas gently raises his hand over the trigger to the bomb and i squeeze my eyes shut preparing to die, before a car horn blares from behind us, causing all of us to open our eyes and turn around to face the direction of the noise.

all I can hear is Jorge's yelling from the car as he drives straight into a helicopter, causing pieces to fly in my direction and minho and I both drop to the ground, his body slightly ontop of mine as both his hands grab the sides of my face.

"you alright?" he worriedly asks and I just nod, smiling to prove that I'm fine, and before I have a single second to process anything, from what I can see thomas has thrown the bomb he was gonna kill all of us with at the guards, exploding the area around them and my eyes widen as I realise everything is all going to shit, gunshots ringing out everywhere as the screaming intensifies from every direction.

minho slowly sits up, taking a quick look around before standing up and pulling me to my feet after him, his eyes constantly scanning around.

"it's really smoky because the fire and the bombs, we need to find everyone and get the hell out of here." he says and I just nod in agreement, allowing him to pull me in a random direction, where we are quick to find Newt, Thomas and Fry, guards following us directly up our arses.

"guys go!" minho yells, dropping my hand to pick a gun off the floor turning around and instantly cocking it to the guards.

"careful minho!" Newt yells as he continues to run, but i pause, rapidly shaking my head as tears brim my eyes.

"i can't leave you." I say and he just looks at me.

"You need to listen to me and do it, alright? I've got your back. I'll be close behind you guys." he tells me, his voice sounding as serious as it ever has, and I nod, quickly grabbing his face and pressing my lips to his before someone is pulling me away.

"i will to your question minho!" I scream before I turn around and begin running, realising it was thomas who had pulled me away and we duck down behind a crate only to watch minho get shot by a guard and we don't even make it out from behind the crate before the guards are pulling him away.

"minho!" I scream, sprinting towards him but Jorge grabs me tight against his chest, holding me tight and I am completely helpless as the hovercraft closes its door and flies away, taking minho and our new found friends with it.

would anyone want a part 2!!?!?!

[fredswrite]

ღ fluff ✬ angst ༒ smut

.ೃ࿐ MINHO

reunited ღ✬

you have spend the last weeks with the girls from group B and when you meet again with your friends you can't help but miss them.

why not ღ✬

minho said you could never be a runner, yet that doesn't stop you from turning into one.

I missed you ღ༒

After Minho is finally rescued from Wicked, you get the chance to do what you always wanted to do with him

nothing yet

nothing yet

masterlist

[semicolonsspace]

Him (your favorite) (Stiles//Dylan O'Brien)

No use of names. Just pet names and Y/n.

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: Roleplay, unprotected sex, edging, begging, praise kink, degradation kink, Bondage (use of handcuffs), breeding kink, stretch kink(?), mommy kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, subspace.

"Honey, I'm home," he yells as he shuts the door. He would always do this, he would always say it's 'hilarious'. Y/n found it humorous so soon after they made it a thing she started doing it as well. But except she put her spin onto it, talking like a 1940s housewife that just got back running errands.

Y/n rounds the corner to the front door. She was wearing his favorite, his T-shirt and shorts— or at least he thought she was wearing some; She wasn't. She was doing errands around the house in his shirt—Which mostly consisted of organizing the new room they had just renovated— more like Y/n renovated because she wanted it to be perfect!

"Hello, dear," she says in her housewife's voice. He laughs at her and pulls her in by the hips to kiss her. His hands snaked under the shirt she wore and slapped her ass when he realized she was only wearing underwear and his shirt. "You tryna kill me today?" He asks in a guttural groan. Her forehead rested on his as she smiled lovingly at her boyfriend of two wonderful years. "Not currently."

He gave her a playful shrewd look. "I think I'm already dead, then," he hums suggestively as he pulls hair out of her face, then resting his hand to cup it. His soft touch sent a chill down her spine as she stared up at him with lust that was masked by playfulness. "Oh, yeah?" She starts as she bats her eyelashes. "Well, I guess I might have to resurrect you."

He looked intrigued by her choice of words, choosing a decision for himself he indulged her humorous antics. "How so?"

"By laying you on my sacrificial altar bed and extracting your life force fluids," she jokingly purrs at him. That seemed good enough for him because he slung her body over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. As he walked he shreaded his layers then threw her on their bed.

Y/n scolded him for being so careless, as she almost hit her head on the metal bed frame. She pulls him down, and pulls his shirt off effortlessly—as she had done it so many times before due to the numerous times of "catching up sex" they had due to his work. She pins his pale buffed arms to the mattress while speaking. "Now, baby. Don't you remember how I said 'I' have to extract some fluids?"

He looks up at her and smirks. He decided to indulge her roleplay and started improvising lines. "Please, don't hurt me— I'll be good— you said you needed fluids, take my spit anything but my blood!" He whined with feigning horror. But she knew he was aroused, she could feel it— feel his 7-inch cock pressing— begging to be drained by her— and if he was lucky he could have her cunt to grip her tight.

Y/n chuckles darkly, something he thought was too authentic to be in their present roleplay. "I never specified which fluid I needed, dummy."

His eyes widened when he 'realized' what she meant. "By all means, go ahead— just don't kill me— please—" he begged once more. Y/n plants a soft kiss on his pointed elf-like nose as if saying 'good.'

That led to having him cuffed to the bed for hours. Her hand wrapped around his cock— jerking it just to stop before he would release. She wanted him to explode when he did so. And she wanted it to be inside of her. She wanted to feel the familiarity of the thick warm liquid rife her up just for it to enter her cervix. She was on the pill, plus she had a few boxes of plan B she liked to keep a stack of.

"Mama! Please! Just let me cum! I'll be good!" He screams, fake tears streaming from his eyes. Some of them were genuine tears from how delicious the pleasure was.

"Will you be my little ingredient holder?" She tilted her head as she spoke, speaking in the most condescending tone she could muster. "I need lots of human sperm to make my potions, would you like that? For me to milk you dry every day?"

He lets out a guttural groan that she didn't think was part of the roleplay. This was purely him. He was enjoying every bit of this, lapping up all the attention his girlfriend gave her.

The last statement was proved by his hips thrusting into her hips in an attempt to chase his orgasm. She stops and rubs his stomach. "How many times was that? 6 times? 6 potential orgasms just for me to stop... That makes me powerful don't you think? To have the ability to stop you from doing something your body chases? It's okay though, you'll get it soon."

Then her cunt was hovering over his red cock that was tortured for the last 2 hours. He nodded eagerly as he babbled how much he needed her to finish him off— to give her the "ingredient" she needed. She sat on him, wincing at how big he was, Every time she had him in her at first she would always be shocked by how much he stretched her fluttering walls.

"Going to be the best ingredient ever— make the strongest potion," she praises, continuing their little roleplay. He didn't seem to be acting anymore due to the immense pleasure, mostly just him begging for mercy for her to finish him off finally.

"For fucks sake— please just ride me, mama— need it," he whines, actual tears falling down his face. He was ruined— disheveled. And she felt glorious; she had done that. She had made him feel so divine just for her to deny his unholy release six whole times.

Y/n clicks her tongue and slaps his chest slightly, before reaching back and squeezing his balls. By his reaction she knew it was painful from how much he groaned— a different type of groan— he needed that release and she was just toying with him— She had been toying with him this whole time. "Next time you won't finish. I may need the ingredient but I can always use other fluids," she warns darkly.

He seemed to get that she was still roleplaying and nodded, breathing a sorry that was soon sucked in as she started hopping on him, his dick curve hitting her spot every time she sheathed onto him.

Her hands rested on his pecs before finding his nipples and tugging on them harshly. "Pretty boy looks so good fucked out for me," she whispers into his ear, her one hand caressing his sweaty hair. "Only for you." His eyes flutter, his mouth staying open. She kissed him— now instead of hopping, she was rocking into him, which seemed more sensual to them as they moaned in sync, telling each other they loved each other, completely forgetting about the roleplay. Now it was just the couple of two years that have lived with each other for eleven months.

Y/n reaches for the cuffs and he shakes his head while begging a no. "Keep them on, please," he moans.

Her mouth forms a smile before opening from the pleasure. She gets an idea so they both have what they want. "Wanna feel you touch me," she says uncuffing one singular cuff. His hand immediately finds her hip while his hips thrust into her—seeming like he was trying to gain control.

"Fucking being a brat for not letting me cum, baby," he groans as he pinches her nipple. She smiles at him before kissing his neck. "Good," she whispers, before unlatching the other cuff. Then she was flipped on her stomach, her ass in the air, her face buried in the mattresses as he plunged his abused cock into her. "Oh, you feel so good—way better than your hand, that's for damn sure," he murmurs breathily. Y/n was clawing at the mattress, bratty almost pornographic moans being muffled into the light grey satin sheets.

She lifts her head finally, positioning her body to arch, her elbows propping her up as he continued to rail her pussy into oblivion. "Cum in me— wanna feel you-"

He cuts her off before she continues with a humorous moaning chuckle. "Trust me, I'm gonna fucking milk every fuckin' drop inside this pussy, gonna stuff it full so you can carry my baby," he growls, making his thrust harder to punch— not kiss— her cervix. She squeals as a sudden wave of intense pleasure knocks her out. Her vision faded black and he coaxed her, his thrust becoming sloppy before he stilled in her. He doubles over from the climax, whispering praises into her ear. "S'good, I love you so much, honey," was all she could make out.

She thought he was the one who was going to be exhausted but he kept going, his cock continuing to piston inside of her for round two. She was more than okay with it, letting him use her just how he wanted; he deserved it.

By the time he stuffs her brim full with a second orgasm, she is on her back. The cum oozed out of her cunt as he pestered wet-sloppy and open-mouth kisses all over her neck and chest. She was bound to have marks all over her in the morning. "Look at that, baby," he says as he plays with his release around the hole. He was still inside, his finger lapping up the release and stuffing it back into her.

"Fuck, don't do that, or we're doing a round three," y/n squeals. He smiles cheekily at her and stuffs his finger into her again.

His cock and his finger were both inside, stretching her to limits she never thought she would be able to with him. Then he starts thrusting slowly, his vacant hand holding her ankle in the air so he can have maximum access to his favorite toy.

"We need to get those ankle holders like hospitals have so I can fuck you better," he says between grunts. "Or a fuck machine so I can get payback."

At the mention of the machine, she screams, especially because he removes his finger and presses it onto her stomach. "Scream for me again, baby: tell the whole fuckin' neighborhood I'm breeding my little whore again."

And she did, she couldn't take his rough thrust with his hand pushing on her stomach, it made her tighter— sensitive. But she could not bring herself to stop such amazing pleasure.

His stamina never seemed to shock Y/n. It did at first, having to beg her to eat her out. She let him, barely saying no simply because it was a win-win. He would always say "I get pleasure from eating my girl out, I don't need anything else." Which she loved, it almost became a love language for him to do so. While she answer emails for her stay-at-home job—when he was home that is— he would rarely pass an opportunity to either 1: eat her out or two: fuck her while she worked— and trust the universe, he made sure she would take it while working whatever she did on her computer.

He soon got tired of the position and pulled her by her thighs, manhandling her and flipping her back on her stomach. Y/n pushed herself down the bed, her feet touching the ground in front of him. He pushed himself back in, his hands grabbing her hips so he could pull her back onto him repeatedly. His thrust was a little harder, exactly how she wanted right now, making loud pleasured moans to leave her lips— along with many praise for him for how good he made her feel.

She then pushes herself off, causing them both to stand, he gets the hint and pulls her close, grabbing by the throat to choke her. Her vision fades a bit, from the pleasure of his cock hitting her cervix and his slender hand stifling air from her throat. "I love you, honey. 'Missed you at work; 'Could only think of my beautiful girl all alone at home," he says between moans. "My good fucking girl," he growls as he moves her hair from her face just to return to her throat. His thrust never faltered either, his words, and admiration, all pushing her over the edge so hard she went limp. "Did I fuck you too dumb, baby? Awe, my poor baby." He then pushes her face back into the mattress, spreading her cheeks to gain better access to his cock moving into her pussy repeatedly. "Take me so well," he groans, massaging the fatty flesh of her rump.

Y/n was too far into subspace to talk. She could barely even comprehend his dirty words, plus the painful pleasure she had from overstimulation of her recent orgasm was going straight to her head.

He continues to fuck her, eventually picking her back up and carrying her to the bathroom—while fucking her. Her arms wrap around his shoulder lazily, his hands steadily gripping her ass to push her onto his cock repeatedly. He lays her down in the huge circle bathtub, turning the water on and continuing his work to chase his own orgasm. "Baby, fucking love you and your pussy, both of my girls make me so happy," he then doubles over, his face going for her neck, stifled whimpers escaping his mouth traveling from her neck to her ears.

Y/n holds him, her hands rubbing his back as he finishes for the third time inside of her. "I love you too, dear," she whispers. He whimpers causing her to chuckle. "Too sensitive?" She asks, feeling his dick twitch inside of her. He nods into her and she splashes water onto his body. "You wanna take a nap in the bathtub?"

He moves his face to look at her with a dumbfounded expression. "Honey, as much as I love being in your embrace, I don't want to risk you drowning."

[that-tmr-girl]

Sex Things TMR Characters Love

Aris

Face riding

He will just straight up ask you to sit on his face

It makes sense since he loves going down on you

Overstimulation

He has you in tears with how much he gives you

Brenda

Public sex

The adrenaline of possibly being caught is so hot to her

She'll randomly kiss you when there are people nearby and out of view until she's unzipping your pants

Making you cum in your clothes

Especially when you just have to walk around soaked for a while

Gally

Bounds

Specifically each of your wrists and ankles being tied to a bedframe so your arms and legs are completely spread for him

All you have to do is hint at it to have him horny

Scratches

You dragging your nails down his back is such a turn on

Harriet

You having to cover your mouth

You knowing you have to muffle your sounds but barely being able to control it drives her crazy

She doesn't mind needing to be the one to vibe it either

You crying from pleasure

It makes her so proud to watch

Minho

You blowing him

Preferably with his back against a wall as you put your hands against it but he would never complain about where and how it gets down

He just loves seeing you from that angle

Your eyes rolling to the back of your head

He keeps whatever pace he's at to make sure they stay that way

Newt

Doing it far away from people

Getting to be as loud as possible and not worry about being caught is such a relief

Seeing as it rarely happens, he really savors the times it does

You suggesting something new

He thinks it's cute when you get kind of shy about it

Sonya

Her telling you beforehand what she's gonna do to you

Watching you squirm as you just wish that time would hurry up makes her want to rip your clothes off and fuck you in front of everyone

She also lets you know that

Catching you getting yourself off

She's quick to join you

Teresa

When your hands are on her thighs

It doesn't matter what for, innocent or dirty, public or in front of people, she loves it

She just knows you could trail them higher

Innocently showering together and it turning dirty

It happens almost every time

Thomas

You flipping him over

Randomly seeing you from another angle is pure heaven to him

He puts his hands on his hips as you start riding him

Early morning make out sessions

There's something about being tired but having the energy to explore each other's mouths that turns him on

[itsjustrosee]

Part 2 for stranded please😔 that call made me lose my mind tbh😔😔thx<3

yes of course I will make a part two!! I really just wanted to say thank you for all of the support on the first part, I'm really happy that you guys liked it <3

I've never written anything as um- graphic- as this before, so if it's bad I'm sorry

But since yall asked, here it is

Stranded pt.2 (Minho x fem!reader)

Pt.1, Pt.2

Context: Go read the first part, that will explain everything (u could read this as a one shot tho I guess)

Warnings: cursing and lots of smut 😖

Word count: 2.8k

! I proof read but there might still be spelling mistakes !

As Minho hung up the phone you couldn't wait to pull his lips back on to yours. Once he did so, he quickly put his phone back in his pocket and turned all of his attention back to you. You drew towards him again, putting your chest right up against his, eliminating any previous space you had from each other.

Your lips merged onto each others again and it resulted in a long, hungry and desperate kiss. You felt heat radiating off of Minho's body as you continued to put your hands all over him. He did the same as he kept his left hand on your ass to keep you propped up on the wall as he continued to kiss you. His other hand found it's way up your thigh, inching higher and higher up. You could feel yourself throbbing between your legs, and eventually you started to become more and more desperate for Minho.

You moved one of your hands to the back of his neck and the other traced down Minho's defined chest and eventually to his lower mid drift, and you gently slipped your fingers under the waistband of his sweatpants. You could feel him grow even harder between your legs because of the sudden contact.

The tension in the room was thick and heavy and you could sense that you were both longing for even more of each other.

"Wow someone's a little eager, huh?" Minho said breathlessly while pulling away from the kiss. The deep rasp in his voice sent shivers down your spine and you couldn't help but feel even more turned on by him.

"Oh shut up Minho." You say while panting. I mean, you'd be lying if you said that you weren't eager, and you'd also be lying if you said you hadn't woken up after dreaming about moments like these with Minho for months.

However, you had always chided yourself for thinking about him in such a way. But why would you even want to admit that you had a crush on the guy who enjoyed making fun of you?

Still no matter how wrong you thought it was, you knew deep down that he was the only boy at your school that you had ever felt any sort of attraction towards. Something drew you to him and you were just so used to denying it and how you felt about him. But now, after admitting out loud that you liked him, it felt as if a pressure in you that was building up by the day had finally disappeared. You didn't even know how long you had been waiting to say it but when you did, it just felt right.

Minho on the other hand didn't have to try and convince himself otherwise. He knew that he liked you, but he could never find the right way to tell you. He was always worried of how you would react if he did. If you would laugh at him or tease him, or if you wouldn't even take him seriously, if you would just think he was joking with you. The thought of ruining any chance of talking to you again, even though the only talking you guys did included insults and teasing the other person, scared him regardless. But he could only avoid telling you for so long. He knew he would end up breaking and saying something to you one day.

After sharing another brief kiss you pulled away from Minho again, "Come on, let's go up to my room." You said while unwrapping your legs from his waist and putting your feet back on the floor, holding his hand in yours as you led him upstairs and into your room. You entered your room and Minho walked in after you, closing the door behind him.

You took off your tights and Minho stepped forward, helping you take off your shirt. He crashed his lips onto yours once more and you had one hand on his chest while the other was futzing with your skirt, desperate to get it off.

Once you had stripped off your remaining pieces of clothing, you remained only in your bra and underwear. Once of your hands traveled lower again and you began to pull down on the waist band of Minho's sweatpants once more. He soon got the hint and pulled down his sweatpants, leaving him in only his boxers. Articles of clothing were scattered around the floor as you and Minho stood close to the edge of your bed. He continued to kiss you as you palmed him through his underwear, causing him to exhale a soft moan as you did so.

You drew away from Minho, one hand lingering on his chest as you dropped down to your knees. You used your other hand to pull down Minho's boxers and they loosely fell to his ankles as his cock sprung out, hitting his stomach. Beads of precum glittered his cock as you took his length in your hands, steadying yourself by removing you hand from his chest and placing it on his upper thigh.

Very quickly, you had to mentally prepare yourself for what you were getting yourself into because Jesus, he was big to say the least.

You could hear Minho's breathing hitch as you slowly began rubbing him up and down, thumb gliding over his tip softly as you looked up at him. "Who's eager now, hm?" You say in a seductive tone that makes Minho's mind spin. You hear him let out a scoff in response.

You let out a giggle as you bring your head closer, littering kissing on Minho's cock as you licked him up and down. He groaned quietly and flung his head back, taking one of his hands and putting it on the back of your head. He tugged at your hair as you kept kissing and rubbing his length up and down, changing your pace from fast to slow in order to tease him slightly.

He moaned once more, "You're really never going to stop teasing me, huh?" He said with a soft chuckle while pulling his head back up, allowing himself to look at you. He was making a joke but it was obvious that he was desperately waiting for you to give him more.

"I'm not teasing you Minho." You said in an innocent voice before pausing, "Just tell me what you want me to do."

"Oh- come on. You know what I want you to do." He says while continuing to let out soft moans due to you to licking him up and down, taking his tip in your mouth and swirling your tongue around it before pulling away once more.

"Maybe I do. But I want to hear you say it." You say while grinning up at him. You knew you were being a bit unfair to him but you just loved seeing him act like this, the way he turned into putty at your touch. I guess you could say you finally liked having some power over him, after he was the one teasing you for so many years.

You could hear in his voice how impatient he was getting, "I want my dick down your throat," he said while beginning to grip your hair harder. "Is that clear enough for you Princess?" He said. His tone more desperate and pleading this time.

"Your not even going to ask me politely?" you questioned, knowing that you were definitely pushing your luck, but you wanted to see how far he'd be willing to let you tease him.

Minho sighed before he continued, "Please." And that was all you needed to hear.

You took Minho's cock in your mouth all at once, choking on his length as the head of his dick hit the back of your throat. He let out a groan and threw his head back once more. You pulled your mouth away and then kept sucking him off. The way you swirled your tongue around his dick warranted whimpers and moans from Minho that he was clearly trying to hold in.

Minho was a popular guy and he had been with girls previously. Maybe he had gotten drunk at a party or two and gotten lucky with some random girl, but nothing compared to how you took him. You were gentle yet so passionate with him and he was absolutely losing his mind. He was sure he would never be able to feel this good from anyone else's doing but yours.

He mumbled words of praise to you as you continued to quite literally, suck the life out of him, and you enjoyed seeing how pleasured he felt by your touch.

Minho used the hand he had on your head to guide your movements as you continued to move your mouth up and down his cock. And sooner then even Minho imagined, he was almost over the edge.

"Oh- fuck- I'm close." Minho said breathlessly, yet despite his warnings you kept your movements the same. And when he finally came in your mouth, you swallowed every last bit of him up.

"You did so well for me baby." Minho said while helping you back up, bringing you in and kissing you again. He took a handful of your ass in his large hands, making you moan into his mouth at the sudden contact. Then suddenly, he picked you up and tossed you onto the bed and he began to climb on top of you.

"What are you doing?" You asked with a mix of confusion and excitement in your voice.

"What do you mean? Did you really think that I'd be done with you already?" He questioned again as he looked down at you with a grin that you couldn't help but to reciprocate. "It's your turn now princess." He said while sliding off your panties.

You would be lying if you said you hadn't been soaking wet this entire time. The ache between your legs was prominent as Minho slid his fingers into you, making you moan loudly.

"Wow looks like someone's already excited, huh?" Minho said, teasing you slightly as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. He was being agonizingly slow and you cursed at yourself mentally for teasing him earlier because now he planned on doing the exact same to you.

"Well your one to talk." You said with a bit of an attitude, but in actuality you were just trying to pull yourself together. You couldn't help but moan as Minho used his free hand to squeeze your breast and used his mouth to kiss the skin along your bra line.

"So you're giving me attitude now, hm?" He said softly as he brought his mouth up to your ear and whispered.

"N-no I'm sorry, just please-" You said, voice breaking because of how Minho's thumb began circling your cunt.

"Please what? Use your words sweetheart." He said against your ear as he began kissing you down your neck.

"Please Minho you know what I want you to do." you say before continuing, "please don't make me say it." you said, basically begging him. I mean, it was bad enough how eager you were to let his hands explore all over your body, you weren't trying to loose the last ounce of pride and dignity you had left.

"Fine. I'll let you off easy just this once princess. But next time I'm making you beg for it." Minho said slowly and you could tell he wasn't lying.

He took his fingers out of you and moved his way down your body, his head stopping at your thighs as he used his hands to spread them apart. He kissed the skin on the inside of your thighs before turning his attention to your throbbing pussy.

He licked a strip through your folds and then his mouth began to attack your heat. You moan and throw your head back as he continues to devour you. Each lick sending shivers down your spine, making your back arch, further incasing his head between your thighs. He kept both of his hands at your hips firmly to keep you from squirming out of your grip. And as he continued to go down on you, he worked magic with his tongue and you could soon feel heat rising to your core as he did so. He ate you out as if he were a starved man who hadn't eaten in days, and you couldn't help but continuously moan his name while he did so. You kept your hand on his head, ruining his perfectly styled hair while doing so, while your other hand on your mouth, trying so desperately to silence your loud moans.

You feel yourself on the brink of an orgasm as you gasped out, "Minho I'm- I'm really close." But before you could cum, Minho pulled his face away from your pussy making you whimper, "What? why- why'd you stop?" you said while panting.

"Sorry baby, but if your going to come, then it'll be around my cock." Minho says with a smirk as finds his way back on top of you, legs between yours and his hands resting on either side of you. He was already rock solid again as he lined the tip of his dick up with your entrance.

He began pushing in his head slowly and you let out a sharp gasp. You hadn't actually processed how big Minho was, not until he was about to go inside you. "Your too big." You could barley mumble out.

"You're alright baby. I know you'll be able to take it, right?" He asks, waiting for you to give him an actual confermation. He wasn't going to ever force you into something you didn't want to do.

You let out a nod but Minho just looked at you once more, "Words sweetheart." Minho reminded you as a soft smile tugged on the edge of his lips.

"I-I will be." You say before gulping, "I'll be okay." He brushed his hand against your cheek and moved a piece of your hair behind your ear as you said this.

"Good girl. That's what I thought." Minho cooed, and with one swift push he entered you fully, allowing his thick cock to stretch out your walls. You moaned loudly and the quick pain you felt turned into pleasure as you enjoyed the feeling of being filled up by him.

"Fuck- your so tight." Minho said as he let out a groan, slowly pulling himself back out of you and then in again.

You had been with only one other boy before and though you had thought of it as a good experience, comparing it to the one you were having with Minho right now, it was nothing. Minho knew exactly what he was doing and he was great at doing it. He knew just the right ways to make you squirm and moan his name, and it was safe to say he definitely knew how to get the right reaction out of you. You could do nothing but savor the feeling of him in you, he made you feel whole.

Your moans only got louder as Minho continued to pump deeply in and out of you. Again, you felt yourself growing closer and closer to an orgasm and Minho could feel this by the way your walls began to tighten even more around his cock. He slowed his thrusts down and would then speed up again, edging on your orgasm.

"Minho please.” you said desperately as he continued to pound into you.

"please what baby?" Minho said while panting. You had to give it to him, he had the stamina of a god. I mean shocker he's on the track team, so that's to be expected.

"Please just let me come- I'm so close." You said, your tone even more desperate then before as you basically begin to beg him.

"Alright princess, since you asked nicely." Minho said with a chuckle. God he still managed to be cocky even in situations like these. You could tell that he was close by the way his thrusts ended up become harder yet more and more sloppy. You felt waves of euphoria coming over you as one last thrust on Minho’s end was able to tip you over the edge. You finally unwound under him, moaning and overstimulated as he finished in you with one last thrust. “You’re so good for me.” Minho said while he kept his cock in your pussy for a moment longer. He gently kissed you as he pulled out and laid down next to you on the bed, slinging his arm around your shoulder. “You did so well baby, you know that right?” He said breathlessly as you both lied there panting. It definitely sounded like you had just ran a marathon now.

You looked at him and smiled as turned to your side and rested your hand on his chest.

“come on princess let’s take a shower and get you cleaned up,” Minho said while kissing you once more on the forehead before getting up and offering his hand to help you up from your bed.

God, you loved this man.

@minminho0 (Im proud of myself for not forgetting to tag u lol)

okay yall this is it and I really hope you guys liked it. It took me a while to finish this because Ive never rlly written anything like this but uh theres a first time for everything right?

Also I have seen ur guys requests and I'm going to start working on them now but I will be doing a kind of first come first serve typa thing.

anyways I just wanted to say thank you again for all of the support that you guys have been giving me, it really means so much ❤️

[inlovewhithafairytale]

Maze Runner x Yn