HATRED (Gally x Reader Fanfic)

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A/N- CONTINUED SMUT FROM LAST CHAPTER

He presses his soft lips against my check and brushes the hair away from my face.

I groan to pull him closer.

"Rougher, Gally." I demand, looking at him with pure lust.

He smirks and takes his shirt over his head and I repeat his actions.

I run the pads of my fingers over his toned abs as he unbuttons his trousers.

He grabs my hands and joins them together using his belt he had detached from his trousers. I gasp at his sudden kinky momentums.

Gally lifts my arms over my head, so my hands are tugged behind my back, so I couldn't move.

His eyes narrows, scanning my naked body. He turns the shower head on.

I gasp as the cold water hits my body.

"Why?" I grunt as he moves closer and whispers in my ear:

"So nobody can hear you scream my name."

"Oh god." I groan as he slams into me deeply. We both cry out in pleasure.

He holds my ass and thrusts further into me with aggression, holding eye contact with him.

My eyes strain from the water being poured down on top of us.

"Fuck, Gally." I squeal, pulling him closer with my thighs.

A loud strike to my ass rattles throughout my sensitive skin.

He moves his hand to my clit, gently rubbing it in circles.
I grunt, throwing my head back against the cold wall behind us.

"Do you like that?" His voice deepens, grabbing the back of my head and forcing eye contact with me.

Gally's hand claws a large amount of my hair, pulling it tightly.

"Yes, Captain." I moan.

He rocks my hips with his. I could feel my legs shake as I reach my high.

"Gally, please." I shake weakly.

We both fall to the floor. He gently rests my head against the wall and rams into me rapidly.

Moans are the last words to leave my lips as I climax, leaning my back against the bitter floor.

"Fucking hell, y/n." He moans, pulling out and finishing on my stomach, luckily the water washes it away.

"We should probably get out of here before someone sees us." I state, attempting to stand up, but my jelly legs refused.

"Doesn't look like your going anywhere." He gasps, catching me before I fall.

Rolling my eyes, I get dressed weakly and he does the same thing.

"I'll go out before you, so it doesn't look so suspicious, especially with you walking like a broken doll." He snorts, handing me my shoes.

"Shut up." I snatch them off of him and he paced out of the door.

"Jerk." I mutter under my breath.

*
It is nighttime and everyone is surrounding around the fire. Laughter and happiness is displayed around the glade from the boys.

Gally is giving out his 'special recipe', which I'm not allowed to drink anymore, from what happened last. I'm now being called 'the lightweight', which I do not take at ease.

"Hey, shank." Gally stares at me, towering over me as I take a sip of my water.

"Hey bitch." I reply, battering my eyelashes, keeping deep eye contact.

He scoffs, perching next to me.

"How's your legs?" Gally whispers, taking a gulp of his special drink.

"Fine." I laugh, crossing my legs.

...

"Who knows?" He inquires me, staring so hard into my eyes that it looks like a universe.

"What?" I sniff, squinting my eyes and furrowing my eyebrows.

"Who knows about us?" He repeats in a full sentence a little bit quieter.

I huff, gulping and taking a sip of my water. Gally just stares at me, waiting for a proper answer.

"Minho and Chuck." I affirm, looking away from him.

"You told Chuck? He's a kid." He puts forward the obvious.

"He found out. Some way similar to Minho." Gally just looks at me with his sharp brows raised.

"Well, he didn't walk in on us having sex, so how must of he found out?!" He expressed, catching eye contact with me again.

"He found- my diary." I hesitate.

Gally doesn't say anything, he just glared at me with a disgraceful attitude. His eyes were narrowed and I could almost see the smoke coming out of his ears.

"Will he tell anyone?" He expounded any other dumb question.

"Even if he did, would it really matter?" I challenge him, raising my eyebrows.

"Yes." His voice confidently confirmed, staring at me.

I scoff and just walk off.

"Your a jerk, Gally." I call from a distance, holding up my middle finger towards him.

"It's not what I meant, y/n!" He howls back.

"Dude, what'd you do?" Minho sits beside him, asking low questions.

"She's pissed at me because I said that it does matter if people find out that we're fucking." Gally sips his drink, facing the ground.

...

"Dude. Are you stupid?" Minho expresses, laughing his ass off.

"Minho, shut up." He sighs, walking off to his hammock.

Minho catches up with him quite quickly and struts beside him.

"She likes you, bimbo." Minho concedes, flashes his hands above his head, stopping Gally in his path.

"We're just fucking Minho." Gally mutters, folding his arms close to his chest.

"Just fucking? When she was in the maze you literally when out of your freaking mind and when y/n was hurt it hurt you as well. You're way above just 'fucking'."

"No." A straight answer Gally announces with an annoyed tone.

Gally moves Minho out of the way, clear of his path.

Minho gasps loudly, covering his mouth with his two hands.

"You don't just like her, do you?" Gally stops, keeping his back turner towards Minho.

"Your falling inlove with her."