Minho was pretty much exactly how you had imagined him to be. He was intense. You loved it. You'd been dating for months now, and it was just as rough as you'd imagine it.
Minho also still cared about you, though. He wasn't one of those guys that just wanted to hook up, and didn't really worry about how you were feeling.
Today was no different.
He jogged out of the maze, sweaty as always. You had been working in the medhut with the other medjacks, as Minho jogged over towards the hut.
"Hey, shanks. You guys busy?" He asked as he poked his head into the room. You smiled happily, turning towards he door.
"Nope! Everything Alright, babe?"
"Yeah. Sliced my arm in the maze though." Minho shrugged, lifting his arm to show a small red line just below his elbow.
"Alright, I can handle that. Clint, Jeff, you guys can go if you want." You said as you looked over Minho's shoulder.
"Sounds good. We'll be at the homestead if you need us." Clint called, and the two of them walked out. You counted to ten after the door swung shut, then folded your arms and glanced up at Minho.
"So. Cut your arm, huh?" You asked and raised an eyebrow.
"Mhm." Minho nodded, acting innocent. You held his wrist and turned over his arm, showing the 'cut'
"I'm not stupid, babe, I know what marker looks like." You folded your arms over your chest, letting go of his hand.
"Alright. Fine." He huffed, taking a step closer.
"I just wanted some time alone, is all." He lowered his head towards yours, kissing your forehead and down your nose.
"Ohhhh, So that's what this is." You shook your head.
"Come on." Minho said quietly, kissing your cheek and jawline.
"Anyone can walk in on us. And what if someone gets hurt?" You argued. He trailed his finger along your collarbone.
"Then we'll go in the back. Where you guys keep anyone that gets stung. Nobody will even know we're here." He whispered. You opened your mouth to say something when he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer, cutting you off.
"It's been a while. And we have the place to ourselves, now." He moved down to kiss your neck, and you closed your eyes.
"Goddamit, Min." You sighed. He sucked a certain spot on your neck, and you felt your heart flutter a bit, as he smirked. And goddamit it was hot. You ran your hands up his chest, catching him a bit off guard.
"Fine."
Minho didn't even respond, just smiled against your neck and picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you into the back of the medhut.
Minho kissed you hard, smiling when he pressed you against the back wall. His hands hooked under your legs, and he fit himself between them. You tangled your fingers in his hair, breathing heavier as he kept kissing you hungrily.
"Oh." You almost surprised yourself at the whimper that came from your mouth as Minho rolled his hips. He kept grinding against you, his hands grabbing your ass. His breath was heavy against your neck, and after a second he pulled away.
"Take it off." He ordered, tugging at your shirt. You did as he said, reaching down to grab the hem of the fabric and pulling it over your head. Minho's eyes scanned you, and he licked his lip.
"Sh*t." Minho groaned, bending down to kiss and suck marks all over your breasts. He focused on your nipple, making you suck in a sharp breath.
"Minho-"
