Maze Runner Imagines and Preferences

*smut* Let Them Know - Gally

Heads up! As the title suggests, I finally talked myself up to publishing these um... ~spicy~ ones. So yeah, they've got explicit sex scenes, if you don't wanna read that then please, by all means, don't.

Warning: I'm not great at writing this kind of thing because I don't have any actual experience, so this is all based off what I know from other smut fics, and from the Hub (God bless incognito mode, it was for research purposes).

I'm also putting this note at the start of all these ~spicy~ chapters because I know some of you only came for one person, and that's fine.

I wait until they're all asleep before I carefully get up, being as quiet as I can as I make my way to the Homestead. I make sure I don't trip over anything, although I could walk this route with my eyes closed by now.

Gally is already waiting for me when I ease the door to the first bedroom closed, avoiding the creaky floorboard just underneath it. He doesn't waste time with "hello"s, instantly crossing the room and kissing me.

I part my lips under his, wrapping my arms around his neck and following him as he pulls me across the room. His hands move to my waist, slipping around my back and under the band of my pants. I can already feel his hard bulge pressed against me.

I run my hands down his chest, then ease his shirt up over his head and cast it to the floor. The skin of his shoulders is warm against my hands, his hungry lips hot against mine.

"You been waiting for me, huh?" I ask between kisses, smiling.

"Yeah," he replies, "what the hell took you so long?"

"Didn't want the others getting suspicious, y'know?" I step back from him, lifting my shirt over my head and dropping it beside his on the floor.

His eyes move over my body, his lips quirking up into a smile. "Shuck, (Y/N), you're hot."

I roll my eyes, placing one hand on my hip. "Neither of us would be here if I wasn't."

Gally laughs, then pulls me back over to him and kisses me again, his hands finding their way up to my bra clip, which he deftly undoes. His kisses move to my jaw, then down to my neck and along my collar bone until he reaches my chest.

Before he can go any further, I step back and drop to my knees, glancing up at him for permission. At his nod, I pull down his pants and underpants, taking as much of him in my mouth as I can. What I can't take, I use my hands for, moving my head and hands along the length of it.

Gally's hand goes to my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as he gasps in pleasure. I pull back, licking along the vein on the underside of his member and around his balls.

"Stop teasing," he growls, pulling my head back.

"Whatever you say," I grin, going back down on him. I continue for several minutes until my jaw is aching, then pull back again and use my hands.

"Ah," Gally pants, "I'm gonna-" he doesn't finish the sentence, coming over my chest with a slight moan. He steps back, breathing heavily.

I get up off the floor, looking around for something to wipe myself with. There's a towel flung on the top of a pile of washing near the door, so I settle for that. I make for my shirt and bra on the ground, but before I can put them on I'm stopped by Gally's hand on mine.

"What are you doing?" he asks, frowning.

"Putting my clothes on..." I reply, nodding to the shirt. "What are you doing?"

He smirks, glancing down at my body then back up. "Imagining what your legs are gonna feel like wrapped around my neck."

I bite my lip, thinking. "What if the others hear something?"