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semicolonsspace · 4 months

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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."

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the-fiction-witch · 2 years

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What happened last night?

Media the maze runner

Characters Minho & Newt

Couple Minho X Reader X Newt

Rating Smut

Concept waking up between Minho and Newt

Smut bed sharing/ nudity / sexual cuddles / dry humping / grinding / ass play / breast fondling

I laid in my bed that much I knew, as I continued to feel the wooden beams and mattress made of old rags, I always knew when I was in my bed as my bed was the only real bed that existed in the glade outside of the medjacks. My covers around me tightly my body warm the sun not yet peeked over the gray maze walls barely a sound from outside my little hut. My head was dizzy and swirling still from the long night of gallys moonshine leaving me with little memory of the night before.

I tried to rack my mind off it but nothing arrived so I just cosy enjoying my nice warm bed.

And then it occurred to me…why it was so very warm and cosy.

I laid in the middle of my bed as always, my head against my soft pillow, the blankets to my shoulder, but my legs had not wrapped around my spare pillow, they had wrapped around a familiar pair of muscular hips. I blushed hard, feeling my legs around his warm bare hips, his strong runner legs and mine playfully around each other below his hips. I could feel his warm breath often against my face.

I blushed hard to think of having him here in my bed with me all night running my hand down his strong arms inhaling his smell of the runner hut, leather and dust.

But as I laid there imagining the night Minho and I must have had together something occurred to me.

If our legs our knotted together my legs around his hips and his breath on my face then…. How exactly our their arms around my waist hands on my stomach?

That's… not possible.

As I woke up more I noticed the calus Hands against my stomach the arms wrapped around my waist the warm breath against my neck and the well erection in my back. I gently for a moment stroked the sweet hands feeling the calus shapes and lines in them as well as the fabric bandage around his wrist I noticed the scent of those hands of sweet green grass, dirt and bacon. I blushed at the thought of the second in command and I together in my bed and then almost giggled at the thought I was between the two of them in my bed.

I tried to merely enjoy it for as long as I could but I noticed stirring behind me.

I was sad it would soon all be over but he stirred and moved with a groan shifting in the bed but he pulled me even close to him pressing nibbly kisses to the back of my neck and shoulders he seemed to smirk into these kisses and he pushed his hips against my own playfully unfortunately this pushed me tightly onto the other body in the bed pushing me against his hard morning wood providing him friction which made him begin to stir too as newt moved his hips back a little Minho groaned and moved his forward against me which of course in turn pushed my butt back onto newt and I'm sure I don't need to explain how this went for the next ten minutes both of them sleepily grinding on me leaving me bouncing between the two even if I was only really moving a few inches after a while I giggled at the situation which caused them both to wake up much more

"Umm good morning love" newt cooed in my ear pressing kisses across my neck "humm quit wiggling princess you're making me hard" he whispered

"Good morning y/n" Minho smirked giving my chest some kisses "maybe you and I should have a little more fun this morning baby" he smirked "newt. Turn her over I wanna play with the other side"

"No. You wanted that side you get that side" newt answered starting to fondle my butt

"Come on newt you've had her ass all night"

"I know" he smirked "terrible isn't it" he joked "but you so badly wanted her tits Minho, ohh well guess I'll just have to have her ass. But I'll make do won't I princess" he smirked slapping my ass hard

"Trade come on" Minho smirked pushing my hips into I turned over leaving Minho behind me and now newt Infront of me

"Hi newt"

"Hi princess" he smirked giving me a kiss "I suppose there's lots on this side I can play around with too" he smirked grasping at my breasts as Minho took my ass

"Shuck. I see why you didn't wanna swap" Minho groaned

"What happened last night?" I finally got the courage to ask

"Awww Don't you remember princess?" Newt smirked

"No"

"Well we'll just have to remind you baby. Of all the dirty things you let us do last night" Minho smirked ….

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hollybell51 · 2 years

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Worse ways to cope

Series masterlist, masterpost

Minho x fem!Reader

The Death Cure (2011 novel - James Dashner, 2018 film - Wes Ball)

Word count: 4658

Summary: “lightly buzzed” confessions leading to making out leading to sex on a shitty couch. Set post-canon (hence The Death Cure as source media)

Content: smut. A massive amount of backstory for absolutely no reason. A lot of angst, talking about Newt dying (so violence, bit of mentioned blood/wounds etc). DRINKING! ALCOHOL! Unhealthily used alcohol! Don’t read this if you don’t wanna read about using alcohol as a coping strategy (disclaimer! I’m not endorsing or romanticising this at all, and I don’t encourage it! If things are rough, you should just spew your thoughts to strangers on the internet. Substances = bad coping mechanism). Kinda friends with benefits, feelings confessions, porn with feelings, making out, blowjobs, hickeys, light dirty talk, missionary, sex on a couch, safe sex (condoms! Yay!), first time

Notes: I got like three people asking for the others after I posted the Newt one so here you go, enjoy! Also apologies for the really bad summaries, I just suck at doing them and I can’t exactly get a friend to read my stuff then do it for me lmao

You set down the bottle with a soft “clunk”, leaning back against the couch. It was old and battered and a lot of the coverings on the cushions were coming off, not to mention the countless holes, but compared to the last few months it was heaven. The whole Safe Haven was heaven.

“That better not be empty,” Minho said, eyeing the (not empty) bottle between your feet.

“Half full,” you replied. “Is it Gally’s?”

He nodded. It sure tasted like the god-awful moonshine Gally used to make in the Glade, but you couldn’t be sure. Horrible as it was, the burn and the bitterness was familiar and welcome, a tie to the life and the people you’d left behind.

You glanced at your friend. He was slumped beside you, idly fiddling with the hem of his shirt, staring at the wall. You’d done this before, in the days since you’d arrived at the Safe Haven. But today was different, or he was different today. You could feel it. Maybe it was the warm breeze that had picked up around lunch time, maybe it was the prospect of the group of people who had volunteered to leave the safe haven tomorrow. Either way, you were restless and fidgety and there was definitely something tense in Minho.

It had been exactly a month since you’d arrived, and there was something heavier about everyone who’d been there in the city that night; you, Minho, Brenda, Thomas and Gally. Newt’s absence was like when you lost a tooth and you couldn’t stop running your tongue over where it should be, only to find empty space. And pain.

Even now, you could still see every detail with perfect clarity. The blue of the lights mingled with the orange of the fires, debris raining left and right as the walls came tumbling down and the desperate people from outside stormed the city. You didn’t want to think about your friend, lying on the ground, the handle of the knife sticking straight up from his chest. You didn’t even want to think about Teresa, sinking into a pit of flames as you all watched, helpless. You wanted to block the whole thing from your mind.

“I should’ve been faster,” Minho said, snapping you back to the present. “I could’ve saved him.”

You snorted. “We all could’ve saved him.” It always came back to this, no matter what. You’d sit down, have a normal conversation, maybe even crack some jokes, but then there was that massive pit yawning inside you that inevitably sucked everyone back to that night. It was like a black hole, so dense that nothing could escape its pull, devouring everything around it. But it was something that tied you together, and as much you hated it, you didn’t hate it.

He turned to look at you, his brow furrowed. “Do you blame me?”

You slowly bent, picked up the bottle and took another mouthful. Did you blame him? You couldn’t say you didn’t think it was his fault Newt had died, but Thomas had been the one with the knife and anyone else in the party had failed to see the signs or notice the scratch on his arm. You felt a bit bad for laying it all one someone who was dead, but really it was Newt’s fault for not telling anyone.

“(Y/N)?” Minho was looking at you, and though he tried to keep his face neutral, his eyes were pleading with you. Say no, he seemed to be screaming, say it wasn’t me. You knew the feeling all too well. You’d played the whole thing over and over, trying to work out if you could have done anything, and had come to the conclusion that if you’d been quicker getting the bloody berg to the rendezvous point, Newt probably still would have been alive. It ate at you even though you’d decided to put the responsibility on his shoulders.

“A lot of things could’ve gone different,” you said at last. “If he’d just told us straight off the bat, chances are we’d have gotten the cure. Simple as that.”

“You’re right.” He nodded, blowing out a breath between his teeth. “You’re right.”

“I wish I could just scratch the whole thing off my brain. It’s like…” you hesitated, struggling to find the words. “It’s like this coating over everything, you know?”

“Yeah,” he laughed, taking the bottle from between your legs. “I know what you mean.”

You were feeling lighter, softer. You supposed it was the alcohol hitting, but nothing really seemed as dark and real as it had just minutes before. It was like someone else’s memory, still sitting uncomfortably in your mind, but duller. You leaned over, resting your head on Minho’s shoulder and tracing a lemniscate on his thigh. Or an eight, depending on how you looked at it.

“This tastes so bad,” he whispered, as if the stuff in the bottle might hear him and get offended. “But it’s so good.”

“We should save some for later,” you whispered back. But you knew you wouldn’t, you never did. Thomas would frown if he saw you now, if he could hear your thoughts. He’d told you countless times to lay off the drinking, that he knew it was an escape but that that was bad, that it was better for everyone if you all just toughed it out sober and miserable. You had to disagree with him there.

Minho passed you the bottle, and you clumsily replaced the lid. You slid it onto the ground, groaning as it toppled over. But it was stoppered, so it would be fine.

“Keep doing that,” he told you, gesturing to your hand. You’d stopped tracing patterns on him to close the bottle, but at his words you resumed. He sighed, watching your fingers raptly.

“I’m happy you’re here,” you said eventually. It was true, he’d been your pillar of support over the last month. You’d sat together at almost every meal, worked on whatever it was you were doing together, talked about whatever you wanted to talk about, walked together and, yes, gotten drunk together. It was ridiculously comforting to have someone you liked being around who wanted to be around you.

“I’m pretty stoked about it too,” he grinned. You lightly punched his arm. “Seriously though,” he went on. “I’m happy you’re here.”

You looked up from your tracing, meeting his eyes. He was sincere, for once, and totally open. You hadn’t realised how important that was until recently, but now you treasured the fact that you could see his thoughts on his face. He could see yours too.

He glanced around quickly, but the recreation-room-turned-second-storage-shed you haunted was far enough from everyone else that nobody was going to disturb you. That was what you liked about it. Minho’s eyes found your own again, then flicked down to your lips, so fast you thought you’d imagined it. Were you that kind of drunk? Did you want to be? Then it happened again, and you were sure it was real.

Oh, was all you could think as he leaned forward, closing the gap between you with a kiss so gentle you could hardly believe it was coming from Minho, who never did anything by halves, and was always so loud and quick to add his five cents to anything. But his mouth was hesitant against yours, giving you plenty of time to draw back and tell him no, tell him that this wasn’t what you wanted.

Ironically, it was that very gentleness that cemented in your mind that yes, you very much did want this. You were angled awkwardly, twisted in the middle of your body with your legs beside his and your chest pressed against his shoulder. As you returned the kiss you shifted, your hands finding purchase on the front of his shirt, your fingers tangling in the material.

His own hands moved lightly down your sides, pulling at you to come closer. Without breaking the kiss, you slid a leg over his and shifted to straddle him, your hands still firmly planted on his chest. He was solid, real and warm and fuck he felt good to touch. Your earlier restlessness had migrated down to sit between your legs, uncomfortably warm and not entirely welcome.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” he whispered, pulling back for air. “I’m sorry, I don’t wanna take advantage of you or anything like that–”

“You’re not,” you cut him off.

“You’re drunk.”

“I’m buzzed, and not any more than you.”

A muscle twitched in his jaw as he looked from your face to the empty space behind you, the cogs whirring in his head. Damn him and his morals, you thought. Why did he have to choose now to be the perfect gentleman?

“If you don’t want to…” you started, but stopped when he shook his head. “You don’t want to?”

“I do,” he practically growled. “And that’s the bloody problem, isn’t it? We’re supposed to be friends, but every time we do this I end up thinking about you and then I want you and I don’t wanna want you like that cause you’re my friend, (Y/N), and we’re supposed to just…” He waved a hand helplessly, trailing off into nothing.

“Do you want me to shut you down?” you asked after a pause. How the hell were you supposed to respond to that? Minho wasn’t one for big sappy speeches, he dropped casual little bombs into everyday conversation, or let you pick up on things yourself. He didn’t pour it all out like that.

He laughed, a bitter huff of breath that still smelled like Gally’s moonshine, gesturing at your thighs either side of his hips, your hands knotted in his shirt. “Do you wanna shut me down? Cause you’re not doing a great job.”

You bit your lip. You could feel the heat of his kiss like it was still happening, and God you wanted it to still be happening. You couldn’t stop now, couldn’t just say “no, I don’t want you,” and go back to your business, least of all because it’d be a fat bloody lie.

“I’m not gonna shut you down,” you said eventually. “I’m gonna give you till ‘three’ to shut me down, and then I’m gonna go right back to kissing you. Got it? One, two—”

His lips collided with yours, so hard and fast you couldn’t stop the moan from escaping you. It was a mess of tongue and teeth and lips as he pulled you even closer, his fingers digging into your waist almost painfully. Almost.

“Jesus, Minho,” you panted between kisses. How long had he wanted to do this for? Was it just when he was drunk, or did he think about you while he was eating lunch beside you, while you two were doing your various jobs, when he was sleeping. Maybe he did, you’d sure felt the evidence that he was thinking about someone some mornings when you woke up wrapped in his arms, and you were right there… If it had been anyone else the idea would have made you feel gross, somehow violated, but right now it just turned you on.

“Say it,” he murmured, his kisses moving away from your lips and down your jaw to your neck.

“Say what?”

“Say you want me.”

Again, you couldn’t stop the moan from escaping you. You were sure gonna have a hickey in the morning, but he felt good and he wanted you to tell him you wanted him… “I want you,” you whispered.

“Again.”

“I want you,” you repeated. “I want you to—” You broke off in a sigh as the hand that had been running over your thigh found your ass and squeezed.

“Want me to what?” he asked, still paying attention to your neck.

“I want you to touch me.”

He paused, and for a moment you thought you’d overstepped. Then he tilted his chin up to look at you, and smiled. He took the hem of your shirt between his fingers, not touching your skin, but close enough that you still got butterflies.

“Can I take this off?” he asked, then at your nod, pulled it swiftly over your head. “God, you’re hot,” he whispered, bending to pepper your chest with more kisses along the line of your bra.

“Gonna make me blush,” you laughed, but the joke was lost between the breathiness of your voice and the fact that you were, in fact, blushing. It wasn’t that he – or anyone else – had never paid you a compliment, but when he said it here, like that… well, your drenched panties could speak to its effect.

Minho’s hands were at the waistband of your pants now, and sweet Jesus you wanted him to just hurry up and touch you. You nodded frantically as he met your eyes in a question, and without further hesitation he slipped his fingers into your pants.

“You weren’t lying, huh?” he grinned. “You want me.”

“I want you to stop being such a tease,” you muttered.

He grinned wider. “Sure thing,” he said, his fingers brushing over your clit. You sucked a harsh breath through your teeth, your hips twitching involuntarily.

“There,” you gasped, “right there.”

“Here?” Minho raised an eyebrow, his fingers circling the sensitive bundle of nerves again.

“Fuck you,” you half laughed, half panted, only to be cut off in another moan as he moved his hand, sliding the tips of his fingers around your hole, his palm pressing against your clit. You briefly wondered if he was doing it deliberately and if so where he’d learnt it, but who really cared when it felt so damn good?

“Please?” he whispered, watching your face carefully.

“Yeah, yeah whatever just— please.” The word was torn from you in a way that definitely made Minho blush, even as he smiled, when he pushed his finger into you. The heel of his hand was still pressing on your clit, and you ground down on it in a desperate search for friction as he added another finger, your fingers digging into his shoulders and your breath coming in short gasps.

“Like that?” he asked, as if your reaction wasn’t enough to tell him.

“How the fuck are you so good at this?” you asked. It was ridiculous, unfair. There really hadn’t been anything to learn from in the Maze, and this was the first time either of you had done this with anyone – that you could remember.

He frowned for a second, but (mercifully) didn’t stop. “I dunno. Am I really that good?”

It was your turn to grin. “Yeah,” you said simply. Then he moved his hand again and all you could think was fuck, because he was that good. He was kissing your neck again, sucking at the spot where it met your shoulder, his other hand resting on your hip. He guided your movements as you rocked against him, his own soft moans mixing with yours.

You could feel the hard, tight coil building in your stomach, your thighs and stomach already twitching as Minho’s fingers curled inside you. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back, the little movement sending shockwaves of pleasure down to your toes, making your whole body spasm.

“Fuck, Minho,” you said as you came down from your high, still trembling. He’d stopped moving, his warm palm cupping your sensitive pussy gently. He was being really gentle with you, you reflected. It wasn’t that he was rough any other time, it was just not what you’d expected. It was nice.

“You alright?” he asked.

“Better than alright,” you whispered. “That was… really good.” You glanced down at his hand, now withdrawing from your pants covered in your wetness. Your gaze flicked up slightly to the now very noticeable bulge in his own pants, and you felt a bolt of heat go through you once more. “Can I…?” you trailed off, your fingers resting lightly just beside his zipper.

He raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, already beginning to undo his belt buckle. “God, yeah.”

Minho’s eyes stayed on your face as you slid backwards off his lap, settling on your knees between his legs. You were careful and precise as you pulled his pants down, then his underwear. He was hard, you’d guessed that much, and it wasn’t that you’d never seen a dick before, but something about Minho’s dick made you hesitate. You weren’t really sure how this was supposed to go, and only knew that you wanted to touch him, and you wanted to make him feel as amazing as he’d made you feel just minutes before.

“Do I use my mouth?” you asked, then blushed. “Sorry, dumb question. Want me to use my mouth?”

“As long as you don’t bite me,” he joked.

You shrugged. “I’ll try,” you said, smiling up at him before taking his cock between your hands and lowering your head, placing a gentle kiss on the tip. You checked again, and at his nod, opened your mouth and slid as much of him as would fit into it. He cursed, his hand flying to your hair and his fingers tangling in it.

“You alright?” you asked, drawing back.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “Don’t stop.”

You nodded, going down on him again. You were mindful of your teeth, instead using mostly your tongue and your hands where your mouth wouldn’t fit. You didn’t want to choke on him or, God forbid, make yourself sick on his dick. But the movements were easy, and Minho was guiding you. You let a moan escape you, which in turn made his hips jolt. You hummed again, and his hold on your hair tightened.

“God, you’re so good,” he whispered. “You look so good.”

That really made you moan, an embarrassingly desperate sound to accompany the embarrassingly desperate way your thighs rubbed together in search of any friction. This boy was driving you insane, and you were completely helpless.

You didn’t stop your increasingly messy sucking and licking, completely enraptured by the little breaths and gasps your attention was conjuring from Minho, revelling in his hand in your hair and the occasional curses or words of praise he let slip. You probably could have stayed there forever, listening to him forever, feeling his hot weight in your mouth forever, if he hadn’t brought his hand to your face and gently eased you off him. He surveyed your face carefully, running his thumb across your reddened and swollen lips.

“Hm?” you asked, tilting your head to the side. Were you doing something wrong? Did he want something else?

“If you kept that up I wouldn’t get to fuck like I want to,” he said softly.

Now it was your turn to be the teasing one. “And how’s that?” you asked, delicately licking your lips.

“On the couch, on your back, without your clothes.”

“Do I get a say in it?” you joked.

“Oh shit, sorry,” he said quickly. “If you don’t want to we don’t have to, it’s fine–”

“I was joking,” you cut him off, your cheeks flaming. “I want you to do whatever you damn well want to me.”

“Oh,” he said, his face equally as pink as your own. “Ok then.” Then he frowned. “We don’t have a condom.”

You cursed, rising from your kneeling position to glance around the shelves. It was a storage shed, right? Surely there’d have to be a first aid box somewhere. You spotted it next to a tub labelled “fire”, quickly crossing the room and rifling through it until you found what you were looking for. The packet was sealed, and while you didn’t exactly keep track of time how people used to, you had a feeling it was a bit past the expiry date. Still, semi-expired condom was better than no condom.

You threw it to Minho with a “catch!” before returning to your place next to the couch, reaching behind you to your bra clip. “If I take my clothes off will you take yours off?”

“It’s gonna be a bit hard to make this work through clothes.” He rolled his eyes, spinning the packaged condom between his fingers as he pulled his shirt over his head and quickly kicked off his pants. You gave yourself a moment just to look at him, to take in the perfectly formed muscles moving so smoothly under his smooth golden skin. The odd scar from various exploits did nothing to detract from how fucking gorgeous he was. Now you knew what people meant when they said someone had the body of a God, because that was the image Minho evoked in your mind.

“You’re so…” You trailed off, unsure how to say it without sounding corny. Then you shrugged. Who cared if it was corny when it was true? “You’re beautiful.”

Minho didn’t quite seem to know how to respond to that, he just laughed and ran a hand through his hair in a way that if you didn’t know better, you would have said was almost bashful. “So are you,” he said, meeting your eyes earnestly. Then he grinned, patting the couch next to him. “Come on, just get up here.”

“Ok,” you smiled. You stripped yourself of your remaining clothing, casting it carelessly aside and sliding down next to him. You nodded at the condom. “Do you know how to do that?”

He frowned. “Yeah.” He tore it open and put it on with a few fumbles and awkward joking (both from you and him), then looked at you and smiled as if to say “see? I got this, I know what I’m doing.”

“Good?” you asked, returning his smile.

“Good.” He kissed you again, holding your face gently in his warm hands. You grabbed his wrists, moving those hands down your jaw, your neck, your chest to rest on your breasts. He gave an experimental squeeze, and you hummed against his lips. Yes, that was good, that felt good.

You moved your own hands to his shoulders, pulling him with you as you tipped backwards to lie on your back, wrapping your legs around his waist. It took you a moment to get yourselves figured out and comfortable, but you finally settled with his hips slotted between your thighs, his arms propping him just above you. You could feel his hardness pressed against your still dripping centre, and you pulled him even closer, rocking your hips gently.

“(Y/N),” he whispered, his breath warm on your skin.

“Are you gonna fuck me?” you asked, still holding him close against you.

“I sure plan on it,” he grinned. He reached between your bodies to his dick, carefully lining it up at your entrance. He looked to you for permission, and at your nod, softly slid inside you. You both gasped at the feeling, the stretch and the warmth of it. It was like he was made for you, the way he fit.

“Fuck,” you whispered, your fingers digging into the muscle of his shoulder.

“Alright?” he asked, and you nodded.

“Move,” you practically pleaded. He did, slow and steady as you got used to each other. Everything he did seemed to be so smooth, you reflected. Every little movement he made – whether it was walking, throwing you a roll of bread at dinner, and yes, fucking you – was so precise and even, perfect down to the last atom. It was the same easy grace that made him such an amazing runner, such an amazing athlete in general. Maybe in another life he could have even been a dancer.

“You feel so good,” he murmured, bending his head to deliver more sloppy, open mouthed kisses to your neck and chest. Yep, you were gonna have hickeys when he was done.

“You feel good,” you replied. Your breath was coming short, a light sheen of sweat gathering over your skin even though you weren’t the one doing all the work. You reached down, running a finger in tiny circles over your clit.

“I wanna hear you,” he said. “Stop tryna be quiet, we’re far enough away.”

“Shit, ok,” you replied. Something about his words really got to you, sending a bolt of heat shivering down your entire body. He was so unintentionally good at it – talking – it was obscene. Your own hand combined with the steady thrusting of his dick was almost too much, not to mention you were still sensitive from cumming on his hand earlier. You weren’t going to last long, and judging by Minho’s shuddering breaths and muttered curses, your name sprinkled throughout, neither was he.

“Fuck, (Y/N), oh my God,” he moaned, his hands balled into fists in the couch’s worn out fabric.

“I’m gonna cum,” you gasped as you felt the tightness coiling inside you, more, more, more– “Holy fuck, I’m gonna–” You released with a frantic cry of his name, your spine arching and your legs locking around his hips. You felt yourself contract around his dick, the stuttering of his strokes as he too reached his climax.

He slowed eventually, coming to a stop as the tremors receded from your body and your brain returned to your head. You were spent, content to lie there with his warm, comforting weight on top of you until the world stopped turning.

But alas, he pulled out of you after a minute and took off the condom, tying a neat knot in the end and placing it beside a screwed up piece of newspaper that had held the pieces of dried potato – Frypan’s miserable attempt at making chips – that you’d brought with you when you’d come up here hours ago. You’d hide it in the bin later.

He sat on the edge of the couch, hands folded neatly, elbows resting on his knees. He looked just as beautiful as ever, you thought, though slightly less sure of himself than usual. You supposed this was new, and neither of you really knew what you were supposed to do. But you wanted to touch him again, wanted to feel his skin on yours and hold him close.

“Are you just gonna lie there and stare at me?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. You were jerked back to the present moment, realising that maybe you had been staring. But it didn’t matter, if you got an opportunity you were going to take it.

“Maybe,” you replied, a smile playing about your lips. “Maybe I’m waiting for you to lie down with me.”

“It’s a small couch.”

“We’ve slept on it before, it works fine. Will you just…” You trailed off, exasperated by how needy the words sounded in your head. “Come here and hold me, hug me or something, just lie down beside me” was what you wanted to say. You wanted to grab him and pull him down next to you and wrap yourself around him like some kind of demented python. “Come here,” you said instead.

Minho only hesitated a moment longer, then smiled and slid onto the decaying cushions beside you, pulling the blanket – or rather, the three badly stitched together blankets that served as a quilt for you when it was cold – over you both. He wrapped his arms around you, his chest warm against your back.

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted this,” he murmured.

You ran your hand down his arm, lacing your fingers with his own. “Did you?”

He nodded. “I’d be pretty happy to just stay here forever,” he said.

You laughed. “Maybe not forever…”

“Nah, forever.”

You bent your head, pressing a light kiss to his hand where it rested over your heart. “Ok, forever.” There were worse ways to cope with what you’d both been through, and if sleeping with Minho on the world’s shittiest couch was on the menu, that’d be what you’d choose.

#Maze Runner #the maze runner #minho maze runner #maze runner fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #reader insert #fem!reader #minho x reader #tmr #tmr fanfiction #tmr fic #smut #maze runner smut

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nothingbutfangirlsmut · 2 years

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The Maze Runner Masterlist

Gally

The Maze Trials: A Gally Fanfiction (SMUT)(29 Chapters)

The Trials of Emi (SMUT)(21 Chapters)

Roles Reversed (Angst/Fluff)(One Shot)

“Flowers can totally be manly.” / “Just kiss me you idiot!” (SMUT)(One Shot)

Safe Haven Feels (SMUT)(One Shot)

Stress Relief (SMUT)(One Shot)

Always (Fluff)(One Shot)

Don’t Make Him Angry (SMUT)(One Shot)

Home (Fluff)(One Shot)

Fueled by Anger (Angst/Fluff)(One Shot)

Bonfire Play (SMUT)(One Shot)

Minho

“Stop doing that!” (Fluff)(One Shot)

Shower Sex (SMUT)(One Shot)

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Main Masterlist

#nothingbutfangirlsmut #fanfiction #the maze runner #gally #gally imagine #tmr gally #gally x reader #gally smut #the maze trials #minho smut #minho #tmr minho #masterlist

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reneeluv154 · 5 months

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Dance

Hi! I hope you enjoy <3 <3

In this imagine you and Newt dance together. I wasn’t sure if this one was any good so I might do a pt 2, I’m not sure. Depends on the response it get’s.

If you like this imagine I have a few more on my profile.🫶🏼

<3 <3 <3 <3

I sat with my back against the log in front of the fire, watching the glade. The boy’s had far too much to drink tonight and it was quite obvious. “Come on y/n” Minho waved me over trying not to fall while doing what looked like the Irish jig. “I think I’m gonna sit this one out Min.” I chuckled. “Whatever.” He shrugged, bumping into Thomas, spilling the drink in his hand down Thomas’ shirt. “What the shuck man!” Thomas slurred being drunk himself.

Minho slowly backed away while Thomas looked down at his shirt, eventually deciding to just pull it off and throw it to the ground. I could tell he thought he was hot when he winked at me fixing his hair. I choked on my own drink trying to hold back my laugh, “Hey.” I recognized that smooth accent and turned to face Newt who jumped over the log sitting down beside me leaving a little bit of room between us.

“Hi.” I smiled, I love Newt. I love him more than I would like too but a girl can’t help when she’s in love. “I think we might be the only two who aren’t drunk.” He chuckled looking around at the boy’s. “I know right, I've been asked to dance five times now.” I smiled. “Can you blame em? Not everyday they can dance with a beautiful girl like you.” I shook my head letting out a small laugh allowing my hair to hide my blush. “What?” He asked, bumping my shoulder. “Nothin.”

After a few minutes of sitting in comfortable silence I couldn’t help but ask. “Would…you like to dance Newt?” He looked confused and my heart skipped a beat. “You know what, that's such a stupid question. I don’t know what I was thinking.” As I said this he sat down his drink standing to offer me a hand.

“I would love to dance with you Y/n.” I smiled, grabbing his shockingly strong calloused hand not even trying to hide my excitement.

We walked further out the way of the others. Immediately I rested my arms around his neck, his on my waist. I tried looking into his eyes but ended up blushing, hiding my face in his chest. He laughed, pulling me into more of a hug. “You're lovely y/n.” He whispered, still swaying us gently back and forth.

“Woah, what the hell!” It was Thomas. “So you won’t dance with any of us but you’ll dance with Newt?” I looked at them and smiled slightly, my head still against Newt’s chest.

They stormed off pouting, I giggled looking up at Newt. “I think they're sleepy.” Newt nodded, letting go of me and walking back to where we were sitting before. “Speaking of being sleepy, you little missy need to get to bed.” I frowned. “I was having a good time though.” He shook his head while watching the fire. “Go to bed Y/n.”

“Make me.” I giggled running away as he took off after me.

Part 2 is on my profile! <3

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freakykira · 1 month

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Freakquests Page

Hi, i’m Kira and I’m freaky. You can literally ask me ANYTHINGGGG, you want it, I’ll write it. But, that’s not what this page is all about. Just like every writer, I have my limits.

[DO NOT REQUEST PEDOPHILIA!!!]

I’ll write for…

TWD/The Walking Dead (TV Show & Game), Harry Potter, Blue Lock, Seven Deadly Sins, Mid90s , Riverdale, The Boys The Breakfast Club, TMR/The Maze Runner, Divergent, Detroit Become Human, Heathers (Movie), Good Girls, Marvel, DC, Youtubers, Rappers, Actors, OC/OC (of requests choice), Reader/OC, Reader/Unidentifed, Girl/Girl, Boy/Boy, Girl/Boy/Boy, and etc. !I know of more fandoms, but my memory is failing me, i’ll update this as I go! (Feel free to request a something about a fandom unlisted) !!ILL RESPOND TO EVERY REQUEST!!!

Genres…

Main Classification: [🍄] Fluff, [🚬] Angst, and [🎋] Smut.

Sub Classifications: [🪰] Horror, [🎳] Headcannon, [🚘] OC/OC, [👤] Unidentified, [🪀] Random/Practice Fic.

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inlovewhithafairytale · 1 month

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The Maze Runner x Y/N

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fannyspammy · 1 year

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Third Row Back

Minho x Reader

Summary: Minho & y/n get freaky during a celebration (+ a little Newt x y/n tease)

Warnings: PWP, public sex, fingering, unprotected sex, daddy kink (cuz y’all know Minho would have one), exhibitionism/voyeurism

A/N: writing for minho made me miss my fav sassy glader so here is smt spicy with him. also y/n is a freak. that is it.

[not my gif]

It was dark apart from the warm glow of the bonfire, and even that illuminated only so much. By the third row of logs, you’d barely be visible— those sitting in the front row would get all the light. Which was perfect for what Minho had planned for y/n.

Y/n sat comfortably between his legs in that convenient third row, his arms wrapped tightly around her. His fingers played with the hem of her short skirt, one she’d made herself for occasions such as this.

Minho whispered against her neck, “I love this skirt on you. You should wear it more.”

Y/n laughed. “You want me to wear this around the Glade while you’re off running around the maze all day?”

“Okay, maybe not.” He planted a kiss on her neck. “You cold, babe?” Minho asked in her ear.

Before even hearing y/n’s response he reached into a bag he’d placed behind him, pulling out a large blanket. The blanket could easily fit three under it, so it wrapped around them no problem, a good portion of it dragging onto the ground.

The first round of Gally’s brew came around, and soon all the other Gladers were drunk. Soon everyone was inebriated, & wrestling matches began in the firelight. Minho saw his opportunity.

He placed wet, open kisses on y/n’s neck, and she threw her head back to give more access. Sucking on her sweet spot, he took both breasts into his hands and massaged them gently, playing with her nipples every so often.

Y/n bit her lip to stifle her moans. “Minho, everyone is around.”

“Don’t worry babe, it’s so dark you can barely see us back here, everyone is drunk & focused on what’s happening around the fire, & you’re fully covered by the blanket.” He bit down on her skin and sucked hard.

“You thought this through, didn’t you?”

“Of course,” he smirked against the bruise that was forming where he sucked her.

Minho slid his hands down her abdomen to her core. With one hand he parted her folds to give more access to her clit, and with the other he began to stroke slowly, softly touching the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Y/n’s breath hitched at the sensation, the feel of his touch amidst the party almost overwhelming her senses.

The boy slowly dragged his finger lower, dipping slightly into her entrance. Y/n felt his cock harden against her lower back as he felt how wet she already was for him.

“Turn to me,” he commanded.

Y/n obeyed, turning her head to meet his. He enveloped her in a passionate kiss, tongues wrestling for dominance. His fingers continued their work on her clit, rubbing firmly, and y/n moaned into the kiss, doing her best to keep her volume at a minimum.

There was a lot of noise around them, with all the shouts & hollers & conversations going on, so she wouldn’t have to be fully silent.

As Minho quickened the pace y/n instinctively opened her legs, hooking them behind his calves. As his access widened, Minho brought his other hand to her soaking entrance, sliding two fingers in with little resistance. Y/n arched her back as he curled his fingers inside her, hitting her g-spot.

“Mm, Minho,” she whispered, calling his name as loudly as she could without drawing attention.

Pumping in and out of her, y/n rolled her hips lightly against his hands, creating as much friction as she could with little movement.

Y/n laid her head back against his shoulder, panting through the pleasure. She watched the boys dancing by the fire, and the groups having conversations. The thought of any of them catching the graphic scene playing in the shadows at any moment excited her, and she rolled her hips harder.

Panting through light moans, she cried his name again. “Mm, Minho.. oh- yes, yes baby, yes.”

“You’re so fucking hot babe.” Minho added a third finger and rubbed her clit harder. From there it only took about five minutes before y/n came undone. She continued her faint moans as he pleasured her through her high, the blanket beginning to slide down her shoulders.

When she finished she pulled the blanket back up with a satisfied sigh. Minho brought his fingers to his lips and sucked the juice off of them, murmuring about how he loved her taste.

Then, the crowd stood up and gathered tighter around the fire, entranced by an intense wrestling match between the latest greenie & one of the other boys. Y/n saw an opportunity.

She quickly turned herself around so she was straddling Minho, keeping the blanket covering as much as she could. As she undid the button of his pants the boy raised his eyebrows. “What are you doing babe?”

“It’s your turn,” she said simply, freeing his hard cock from his underwear. “They’re all distracted right now. But if they catch us… then they can watch.” She smirked seductively, lowering herself onto his length.

Minho groaned in pleasure as he bottomed out, and y/n wasted no time. She rode him steadily, moaning louder this time, matching the volume of the crowd. Quickening her pace, Minho grabbed her ass to support her, helping her deepen her thrusts.

“Ooh, yes baby, just like that. You ride daddy’s dick so well,” he whispered into her ear, sticking his tongue in afterwards and exploring.

“Ooh M-Minho.. oh, yes.. I love how you feel inside me,” she increased her speed again, squeezing her walls against his length. “Oh, daddy, you feel so good! Mm, I love taking your big, fat cock in my tight pussy.”

Minho began to thrust his hips into her harder, keeping one hand on her lower back and the other on the log to steady himself. He panted his words.

“Yeah? You like that? You like taking daddy’s cock like a good girl?”

The blanket was at their waists now, barely covering where their bodies became one.

“Yes! Oh, yes, daddy, yes! Yes! Yes!”

Y/n came for the second time, and Minho followed shortly after. They rode each other through their highs, calling each other’s names as they did, not even caring who heard them.

She slowly pulled herself off of Minho, a mixture of their juices spilling out of her as she turned around to sit with her back against his chest again.

They scanned the scene. The wrestling match was still going, seemingly at its own climax, and the Gladers cheered as the greenie gained dominance.

So no one saw, y/n thought to herself. She hated to admit it, but a part of her wished someone had.

Then, the fire roared stronger for just a second, and in the flash of light, a couple dozen feet away, in the third row of sitting logs, y/n saw him.

Newt sat alone, eyes closed with head thrown back, vigorously pumping his hard length, his lips parted as he moaned and panted in solitude. She couldn’t him, but she could read her name on his lips.

Y/n.

As he levelled his head his eyes opened & met hers.

She smirked at him knowingly, and then turned to kiss Minho, making sure Newt could see how her tongue slipped into his mouth. Dropping the blanket, y/n palmed Minho through his pants. Y/n continued kissing him with one eye open, only pulling away when she saw Newt finish.

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that-tmr-girl · 2 months

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How TMR boys would react if you called them good boy

Aris

That's his biggest weakness

Turns red and whimpers

No matter what he becomes the submissive one at that moment

Gally

In the moment he pretends not to hear it

Neither of you say it, but you both know it pushes him over the edge

He'll think about it until the next time though and secretly hope you'll say it again

Minho

Calls you good girl back

Just starts praising you like never before

Newt

Moans louder at the name

Feels really proud that you called him that

Does whatever he did during that moment next time just to hear you say it again

Thomas

Asks you to say it again

He's a goner at that point

From then on, if you just whisper the name in public he doesn't know how to have a single capable thought

#aris tmr #gally tmr #minho tmr #newt tmr #thomas tmr #aris x reader #gally x reader #minho x reader #thomas x reader #tmr smut #the maze runner #tmr preferences #smut related

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MINHO x READER

-he finds out you’ve taken a liking to other boys in the maze and doesn’t mind one bit.

-Snippet from PROJECT GRIEVER (wattpad: bells_stories)

"I remember something." I say and I looked at him. He didn’t seem too shocked and I continue. "I remember a boy. Brunette. Brown eyes. His name is, was, Thomas. I remember the way he made me feel, I remember our love but then last night before I did...." I trailed off because some part of me didn't want to tell Minho because it was afraid that then he would't want me afterwards but I had to. Gally might say he's okay with it but the others deserve to know. "I kissed gally." I say and I looked to Minho for a response. But there wasn't none, his face was passive as if contemplating and he spoke.

"So you feel guilty." He says and I nod. "It's okay y/n how could you have known."

"I know but I still feel like a shit person. There's someone out there that I loved deeply and now I'm starting something new with someone else it feels wrong regardless. Besides there is one other thing that adds to this guilt. I don't just like Gally." I say and Minho sits upright on his bed.

"What do you mean?" He says coming closer to me.

"I mean I feel something for you too, and for Newt." I say and immediately feel ashamed. I couldn't even look into Minho's eyes. He places a hand on my shoulder and we just stay like that for a while both of us think of what to say. "I'm sorry." I mumbled. "I shouldn't have said anything." I say and for the first time I look up at him and he smiles.

"No. I'm flattered. I mean of course you couldn't resist me." He says and I push him.

"Fuck you." I say laughing. I rolled my eyes and then his face got serious.

"You're still a greenie. Been here what? Five days? Six? If you want to mess around then that's on you. I would get it. I do get it. And I'm serious if you're interested in me just know the feeling's mutal and you can act on them anytime." He says and smiles brightly and I feel a small weight lifted off of me.

"So I'm not the asshole?"

"No assholery detected and don't feel guilty. At least for me. I'm glad you chose me even if it is with some other shanks. However, you should tell the others."

"Gally knows, not about the Thomas part because that happened after he felt. But he knows. Says it's cool too."

"Now that's a shocker I would've expected him to be jealous."

"What can I say? I change people." I say sarcastically and we laugh.

"And Newt?"

"He knows nothing. I just, I fear losing him but I know its wrong not to tell him so i'll do it today."

"Good. Now that that is out of the way can you sleep?"

"Maybe." I say looking at him. He moves aside and pats the space next to him. His bed is slightly larger than mine but I guess that's what comes with the keeper position. Perks. I lay down in the spot he designated for me and he wraps his arms around me and I lay on my chest. Eventually I fell asleep to the beating of his heart.