"Hey, watch the tomatoes." Newt said, gesturing to the end of your shovel.
"Got it." You said, making sure to be careful of the roots as you dug new holes for carrots. Then movement caught your eye by the maze doors, and you looked up in time to see a sweaty Minho come jogging back into the glade. His hair was spiked up, like always, but a little tousled like it always was before he had a chance to shower up after running. He jogged over towards the map room, and you couldn't help by watch the way his muscles moved under his shirt.
"Hello, earth to Y/N." Newt snapped his fingers in front of your face.
"What? Oh...right." You shook your head, snapping your gaze away from Minho and back to gardening. Newt chuckled a little and you tossed a cherry tomato at his head before going back to gardening.
Not long after, you felt the familiar arms of Minho wrap around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.
"Hey, babe." He said, his face still slightly pink and flushed from running.
"Hey." You smiled, kissing his cheek. He normally would come say hi, but never like this.
And you sure as shuck weren't complaining.
"Min, you're all sweaty." You laughed, pretending to push him away.
"Hasn't stopped you before." He smirked, brushing your hair off your neck to leave a kiss on the spot between your collarbone and shoulder. You instinctively leaned back into him, letting out a little sigh.
"Have a good day in the gardens?" He asked, continuing to suck on your neck until you felt your heart beat a bit faster.
"Yeah." You said, your voice shaking a little bit. Minho smiled triumphantly, glad to make you squirm a bit in front of the other gladers.
You decided to turn the tables.
His arms were still wrapped around you, and you rolled your hips a little, making him suck in a breath. You kept slowly grinding back on him, not enough for anyone else to notice.
But you could tell he felt it.
"Babe, that's enough." He said harshly, kissing your neck again, probably to hide his red face from the other gladers as something poked your back.
"Get a room." Newt rolled his eyes. "That's bloody disgusting." He shook his head with a disappointed look and went back to gardening.
"Actually, that sounds pretty good to me." Minho whispered in your ear, audible to only you. You shivered, rolling your hips one more time as he let out a stifled grunt which only you heard.
"Alright, let's go." Minho growled, picking you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He brought you back towards your hut, smashing his lips onto yours as he walked. His hands grabbed your ass, as he continued to kiss you hungrily. He kicked open the door, shoving you down onto the bed and leaning over you, continuing to press deep kisses to your lips.
"You're wearing too many clothes." Minho grunted, toying with the end of your shirt and yanking it over your head. The cool air felt nice, and he paused a second to look at your bra, kneeling between your legs as you were sprawled on the bed. He smirked a little before yanking his own shirt over his head. And damn it made your heart race, seeing his shirtless. He tossed both articles of clothing to the floor next to the bed and covered you with his body again, this time grabbing your side tightly and running his hands over your exposed skin.
"You're a shucking tease, Y/N." Minho said gruffly, nibbling on your ear.
"You started it." You choked out, running your hands over his stomach, feeling his abs.
"I kissed your neck, Y/N, but you were grinding on my dick in front of the glade." He growled, squeezing your ass again.
"What are you gonna do about it?" You said, already out of breath a bit. There was a pause, and Minho pulled away, standing up at the edge of the bed.
Dammit. He was hot. His muscles seemed tighter under the skin than normal, as his eyes were dark, scanning you. He was still covered in a sheen of sweat from running, glistening off his shoulders and neck. Minho has already pulled off his shirt, and you gladly took in the view of his exposed torso.
