Glader Imagines ~ Thomas, Newt, Minho & Gally

Secret Meetings ~Minho~

Warnings: Smut (not heavy)

"M-Min-" You attempted to mumble, but the amount of pleasure flowing through your veins was also winding around your vocal chords. Your left hand was pressed firmly against the top of the steel table as you tried your best to keep your balance, your right arm hooked around his neck protectively - but not too tight. His pelvis was between your legs and his hands were everywhere, which was something you adored most about Minho - his hands always had to explore every inch of your body during foreplay as if it was the first time he's ever got to lay his hands on you. You were never able to say anything when things got heated like this because his lips would either cover yours to shut you up, or they would already be feverishly attacking them. This wasn't the first time you and Minho got it on in the Map Room, and it definitely wouldn't be the last but it was still something that gave you anxiety every time he would come back from a long day of running and tell you to meet him there in twenty minutes. You never declined his offer of a wild rendezvous, he never really gave you an option either. One of the main things you liked about Minho, he was so dominant but yet kind towards you and it always triggered mixed emotions. When you first met him, you thought he was unbelievably sexy but you could vividly remember the first time you stirred up a longing for him - the moment you met his more dominant side. 

It was about a month or so ago, Newt had been injured badly and Alby was dead, there was no 'real' leader to take charge at that time. Minho was the first one to step up and offer to take charge in such an unfortunate time, but it was how he addressed himself - how quickly he was able to take charge. His tone was strict and stern, not once laced with any sort of humor or weakness, he always knew what he was doing. When he had gatherings with everyone, you couldn't keep eye contact with him for more than three seconds because your mind would go places it shouldn't and you didn't want him to see you blushing or perhaps read what you're thinking just by the look on your face. He's yelled at you a couple times, but only because you were in another world and weren't listening to a word he would say - you made sure to apologize with sincerity. Even as you would apologize to him, you couldn't help but feel that odd feeling between your legs as he stared at you intently, not one trace of amusement hinting anywhere on his face. There were times he would make you stay after just to scold you and throw question after question at your face only to have you sit there and feed him the same thing each time - keeping the real truth hidden. The real truth, being, of course, you enjoyed the dominant appeal he'd put forth while taking charge and when he'd get annoyed by you not listening or even getting sassy with him, you'd beg him in your mind to just bend you over his knee and spank you. It wasn't until you admitted to him that you found his intimidation a turn-on that he realized that you've been purposely irritating him just for your own sexual satisfaction. 

Luckily, he responded in a very pleasing way - if it wasn't for your honesty, you wouldn't get the chance to be bent over the map table late nights while Minho rammed you repeatedly; or have your legs wrapped around his waist while he took you against the walls of the Glade. No one knew of your secret meetings with Minho, he made damn sure no one was ever going to find out. He definitely liked to be adventurous, having sex with you in some of the most bizarre places and some of the riskiest. One of your favorites was when he wanted to have sex with you while in the Maze, you had objected at first, appalled by the idea that he would want to do anything remotely sexual while there were blood thirst Grievers patrolling the paths - but the way he would run his hand up your thigh and assure you that he would never let anything or anyone hurt you, how it would be fun and nothing was going to happen, you just gave in and let him take you. It was hard trying to stifle your moans, not wanting any of the other runners or Grievers hear you but Minho's hand would clasp over your mouth as he would growl in your ear to keep quiet.

"Why are you trying to hide from me?" He whispered in your ear as two fingers continued to penetrate inside of your tight slit, you could feel his smirk as he let his lips kiss from the bottom of your ear, all the way down your neck. You had been holding in your moans, trying not let him know he was winning this little bet the two of you put on - who would be the one to break first. It wasn't really a fair bet because you kept trying to fumble with the drawstrings of his sweat pants but he kept preventing you from doing so. 

"You're not being fair." You whined, tugging on his shirt as if you were trying to pull it off. 

"Do I need to bend you over my knee again like I did the other night?" He growls, gently biting down on your sweet spot.

A blush creeps your cheeks while the remembrance of the other night pops back into your mind, the only reason why Minho had spanked you was because you had disobeyed one of the Glade rules and he wasn't about ready to tell the others and have anyone else punish you - he wanted to do it himself. 

"I would like that too much." You whisper, biting your lip before Minho reconnects his with yours. 

It was already clear who would be winning this bet.