HATRED (Gally x Reader Fanfic)

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A/N- SMUT WARNING - kinda 🧍‍♀️

Gally pulls away from the kiss and holds out his hand, indicating me to take it.

He guides us into a empty closet, he follows behind me, locking the door behind us.

I gulp as he stood above me, feeling his hands brush the sides of my waist.

"Is this ok?" Gally kisses my forehead.

I hum "yes" and he glides his wide hand lower, towards my ass. He grips his right hand over my ass and his left hand lifts my chin us.

"This?" He furrows his brows, whispering into the air.

I move closer to him, causing Gally's lips to fall onto mine, feeling every area of my soaked mouth.

Our sweaty bodies are thrusted against each other's. His veiny hands brush my sides of my underwear, carefully removing them, pulling away from the kiss to look at me, deeply.

I gasp as his hand rests his thumb on my clit, slowly rolling circles, causing me to throb rabidly.

"You have no idea how badly I've missed this, y/n." Gally expresses in my ear, making me shiver greatly.

He slowly pushes me against the shelves behind us. Gally lifts me onto one of the higher shelves.

I look at him, confused as he squats onto his knees.

He smiles, peppering kisses onto my inner thighs.

I groan at the sudden touches. Gally's hands glides my outer hips.

He drags his tongue slowly over my clit, I shiver with anticipation.

I could feel him thrust his tongue in and out of me. Pulling onto his hair, that he had grown out a little more.

A/N- Lets just pretend it's like will's hair rn😍

"Oh. God." I moan and quickly swinging my hand over my mouth from screaming his name.

His tongue rushes through me. I pant slowly, keeping my breath steady. My legs weaken and shake from the excitement.

He had never done this before and the rush I felt in me was incredible.

"Fuck!" I screech as he pounds his tongue faster into me.

I whimper and he uses his thumb to rub my clit slowly. My eyes roll to the back of my head. I try to grab something, knocking over many things in the way.

Gally grabs my hips closer, he literally is fucking me with his tongue.

Sweat drips from my forehead and chest.

I grip the side of the shelf.

He stops just to look at me.

"You look so pretty when I tongue fuck the shit out of you." He laughs, looking at me, who was begging for more with my eyes.

Gally continues to work with his mouth, sending me over the edge.

"Gally!" I moan, riding my high with him still inside of me.

I pant, feeling him slowly taking out his tongue.

My eyes clench shut, he helps me off of the shelf, keeping my balance against him.

"How was that, darling?" He lifts my chin up with his index finger.

I stammer with words, he peeps his head around the door, checking if the coast is clear.

He grabs my hand, gliding me out of the door.

*
Everyone is sat in a room, I'm sitting next to Thomas and Newt and the others are perched at the back.

"What the hell are you guys doing here?" Gally conveys, leaning back on his chair and crossing his arms.

"Minho. WCKD has him. We're looking for a way in." Newt tilts his head down, tapping his hands together tightly.

"I can help with that. Follow me." Gally states with his eyebrows furrowed in shock.

Everybody chases up behind Gally, staring at their surroundings as they follow close behind.

"After the maze I was picked up by a group headed to the city, realized I was immune. Patched me up." Gally enunciates, holding a large rifle to his chest.

"Immune?" I ask, walking beside him.

"Didn't you watch the video of Dr. Paige?" Gally laughs, turning a corner.

"I wasn't really paying attention." I assert, narrowing my eyes.

"It means immune to the flare virus." He adds, keep a close eye on me as I twist my head and look about.

We stop in-front of him.

"Listen. Uh. He doesn't get a lot of visitors, so let me do the talking. Try not to stare." Gally nods at everyone, I roll my eyes and follow behind him into a dark-ish room.

As we stop at the feet of his man. I could see him, this man's nose was gone, almost like his had been born with a deformity.

I blocked out all of the conversations around me and just focused on the man's face.

"Who's this?" He points towards me, directly.

The creepy man creeps towards me, close enough that I could feel his stinky breath on my face.

"You look awfully familiar. Do I know you?" He laughs, scanning my face.

"No. I never seen you before." I look him up and down and gulp.

"You want to know who I am?" The man leans closer towards my ear.

"I'm a business man, y/n." He whispers in my ear, my eyes widen as no one had told him my name.

"How do you know my name?" I stammer, blinking and taking a step back.

He laughs, pointing his wooden stick before me.

"I know more than you think." The man laughs, walking back to his table.

Gally glares between me and him, trying to figure out what just happened.

"We must make a deal." The man stares at me once again, corrupting that he's talking to me.

"What kind of deal?" Thomas buts in, curious.

He tuts, laughing and locating his stick still to me.

"I'm talking to her." He tilts his head to the side, looking me up and down.

"You want your friend back, huh?" I nod, standing upright.

"Two of your guys stay here and the rest can find your friend with you." He negotiates, clenching his stick.

I narrow my eyes and shake his hand in a deal.