The Maze Runner Preference and Imagines

cuts, Gally imagine

You sat in your room, holding the blade to your wrist. You then plunged it into you already cut wrist, once it used to hurt, bit then you got used to the pain, and the pain turned into something more welcoming. You but the blade back into your underwear drawer. You put a loose fitting long sleeve on, and walked out of your room. You walked over to your work station, the slicers hut, and started separating the meat.
You felt a fimiliar pair of muscular arms wrap around you, and you sunk into the front of the person. The pearson turned you around, and revealed a sweat looking Gally. He pulled you into a kiss. Your lips moved in sink, he swiped his toulnge on your mouth, asking for entrance. Which you gave him. The kiss was a needy one.
He pulled away, to take off his shirt. Forgetting about your new cuts, you did the same. Gally pulled you In, and once again, your lips moved in sink, you moved your hands to the back of his neck, pulling the little hairs in his neck. He groaned.Y/n...
You put your hands in his hair, messing it up. He pulled your hands away, putting them on his muscular stomach, you roamed his abs, while he moved his mouth to your neck, sucking and biting a little.
Gally pulled away and grabbed your wrist, he looked at them.
This... This needs to stop. He said.
You looked down, finally realizing you got caught.
Why Y/n?
You wished more than ever one of the slices would walk in, but they were all in a glader meeting.
Gally, i-i...
Do you want to end up like Newt!? He screamed at you, on the verge of tears. You remembered all to well what Newt had tried. And you were heart broken when Alby dragged him into the glade, unconscious, the blood seeping thru his pants.
No, you whisperd.
Then why do you do it?
It feels the emptiness...
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A/n: part 2? What did you think? You guys thought I would write smut, ya nastys!