Playing With Fire - Levi (Attack On Titan)

Playing With Fire - Levi (Attack On Titan)

This was supposed to be longer, but this has been sitting in my drafts for so long and I do kinda like where it stops so...

If you don't like unresolved sexual tension, then you should probably skip this one

NSFW WARNING - MINORS DNI

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Levi was always the dominant one. Always the one to make you beg for him.

But, you wanted to make him beg, but every time you tried, you ended failing...miserably.

You wanted to prove to Levi that you could be dominant in the bedroom. You wanted him to know that you could make him kneel and beg, for you to do anything that could make him crave release. But you could use some help...

Against your better judgement, you went to Hange. They were your best friend, so it wasn't too embarrassing to ask for their advice. Of course, they had to tease you a little, but in the end they gave you some tough advice that you needed to hear.

It wasn't that you were shy and timid, you were pretty outgoing when you wanted to be, extremely fierce when it came to fighting titans. You supposed not being as exposed to intimacy as others made you more of a submissive type, that's the role that made you the most comfortable at least. The times you ever were on top of him, as opposed to underneath him, was really only when Levi was a bit tired from work, but still wanted you.

But over the few years you and Levi have been together, always having Levi be the one to take control and be rough was starting to get a little boring. You didn't dislike it by any means, you just thought you being the dominant one for once would give your sex life a bit more flare.

It always brings a blush to your cheeks every time you remember when you tried to be dominant for the first time, pretty much being a train wreck and Levi punishing you by making you scream his name as he fucked you all night.

You couldn't back down this time, you couldn't succumb to your self doubt and lack of confidence in the intimacy field. At least, that's what Hange told you, but you knew they were right.

You put on your best determined façade and walked back to your shared room with Levi, only entering to see that he wasn't there. It was well past midnight, but you didn't want to worry yourself. Erwin probably needed to discuss things with him, you thought.

You put on your night clothes after discarding your uniform, making sure to fold them neatly or else Levi would have a fit. You felt tired, as you usually were after a long day of working. You thought you'd just rest your eyes until Levi came back, but you had no control of when you fell asleep.

Thankfully, Levi's attempt come into his office quietly to not wake you didn't work. You smiled sleepily as you heard him finally come back, hopeful that you could try to act on your plans.

But Levi never came to bed. As per usual, you were sitting in the darkness of your shared bedroom, the only light seeping in from the crack in the door that led to his office.

You quietly got up out of bed, throwing on a robe and peeked through the crack in the door. You smiled sadly when you saw Levi at his desk, a pile of papers spread out in front of him, his head in his hands.

The wooden door creaked as you opened it wider, stepping though the threshold into his office.

Levi could sense your presence even before you opened the door, an automatic feeling of comfort washing over him, but felt the need to scold you nonetheless. "Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"Had no such luck." You smirked, even though he wasn't looking at you, his eyes still trained on his paperwork.

Levi sighed at your expense, knowing that you always slept better with him by your side. He was assigned this pile of paperwork that needed to be done, even if it wasn't supposed to be turned in for a couple weeks. But the perfectionist in him wanted it all to be done by morning at least.

Levi finally looked up when you stood in front of his desk, eyeing the pile of paper with a slight frown. But what was more notable to him was how deep the neckline in your shirt was, and how little you were wearing beneath your robe.

You may have bought skimpier pajamas just for this special occasion, knowing that it would get his attention. The fabric was so thin, the cold air in the room caused your nipples to harden, which of course got his attention.

You pouted slightly when Levi kept his usual bored expression on his face, ignoring your obvious advances towards him and focusing back on his work. "Hmm..." You hummed lightly, you weren't exactly expecting to be ignored. "Do you need help?" You asked sweetly, trying to take a different approach.

Levi raised a brow, "You want to do paperwork?"

"No, but I can do anything else." You smirked.

Levi narrowed his eyes. "Fine, you can put these binders back on that shelf over there. Make sure they're in order." Levi ordered, handing over a stack of work binders.

You had a hard time hiding the less than pleased expression on your face, catching the sly smirk Levi had on his face that made you even more agitated.

You shucked off your robe with a sigh, carrying the binders over to the shelf across the room, but an idea quickly sprung to your head. It was less than original, very cliché, but it might do the trick, or at least fuel the fire you were trying to light.

You tripped a little, stumbling and accidently letting a could binders fall to the floor with a loud smack. "Damn..." You mumbled, looking over your shoulder to see if Levi was staring at you. He was, but with an annoyed expression.

"Be careful, brat." He snapped.

"Sorry, Levi." You said, biting your lip to keep your mischievous smile from showing.

You slowly bent down to the floor, trying to make a show of yourself while cleaning up your "accidental" mess.

Levi grit his teeth, aware of what you were trying to do. Those shorts you were wearing weren't leaving much to the imagination, definitely not the loose tank top that was riding up your back. You are playing with fire, Levi thought, tightening his hands into fists.

You smirked when you heard Levi's breath hitch slightly when you stood up, letting your shorts ride up and show off your ass. But you went on with putting away the binders as if everything was normal, part of your master plan.

Levi scowled and bit his lip when he started to become intensely aware of how tight his pants were; your actions, no matter how hard he tried to ignore them, still affected him and were no match for how ever present Levi's attraction was for you.

You heard the squeaking of a chair and quickly felt the presence of Levi behind you. "What?" You asked innocently.

Levi chuckled darkly. "You don't fool me, you know what you've been doing."

"What ever do you mean?"

Levi harshly grabbed your wrist, his other hand wrapping around your throat, his face so close to yours you could feel his hot breath. "What's that saying about playing with fire, brat? If you play with fire...?" He whispered, the grip on your throat getting tighter.

You bit your lip, almost succumbing to Levi's dominant nature, the feeling of his hand around your throat making your sex throb for him, but you quickly reminded yourself what your mission was in the beginning.

Levi let out an inaudible gasp as you switched him around, keeping him pressed against the wall; your forearm pressed against his chest and your other hand now cupping his jaw. "You're gonna get burned."

"What the hell do you think you're doing, brat?" He asked darkly, but was slightly interested in what you had planned.

"I'm in control tonight." You said simply.

Levi narrowed his eyes with a slight smirk. "You think you can control me, brat?" He said playfully.

Levi grunted when you suddenly palmed his hardened erection harshly. You smiled sweetly. "I'm not giving you a choice, Captain."

Levi smirked. "Do your worst then."

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Sorry for the blueball ✌🏻

Trauma Nightmares - Ben Miller (Escape Room)

I believe I will be at least one of the first people to make an x reader for this character, which is like, unacceptable. Ben is a cinnamon roll and deserves more love. Get👏🏻with👏🏻the👏🏻program👏🏻sheeple

! ! ! Spoilers for the Escape Room movies ! ! !

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(my gif)

You awoke to the sound of whimpering.

At first, your thoughts immediately went to your dog, maybe he needed to go out? But as you gained more consciousness, you realized it wasn't your dog at all.

You looked over to see your boyfriend's sleeping form in the dark, but you quickly noticed that something was wrong.

You quickly turned on your bedside lamp, illuminating Ben's face to show you his face contorted in a fearful expression, his eyes shut tightly and his fists clenching. He was whimpering and whispering words that only sounded muffled to you.

He was having another nightmare.

As soon as you saw tears streaming down his face, you gently shook him. "Ben." You said as softly as possible, caressing his face. He woke with a jolt, grabbing you by your shoulders tightly, wildly looking around the room in a panic. "Hey, it's okay. It's okay."

Ben was still tense, but his panicked look calmed when his eyes finally landed on your concerned face. He slowly released the vice grip he had on your shoulders. The tension finally being released made you want to wince, but you stayed quiet because you knew he'd feel awful about hurting you, even unintentionally.

Ben frantically ran his fingers through his tangled hair, exhaling a loud shuddering breath.

You took hold of his hand, bringing it up to place a kiss on his knuckles. "It was just a dream."

Ben frowned, "Yeah..."

It was more than just a dream. It was a memory that was even more fucked up being replicated by his subconscious every time he closed his eyes. There were nights where it wasn't so bad, but it was almost always the same...

Ben was in a large room, every inch decorated in a way that would make you think you were in a rich person's mansion. The walls covered with ornate looking wallpaper, the burning fireplace giving the gold patterns a reflective shine. It felt cramped, fancy furniture filling the room that emitted an old, sweet musk that permeated his nostrils. It might've been a cool place to hang out in, if only he wasn't trying to fight for his life.

The walls were closing in as Ben's mental timer counted down, only seconds away from getting crushed to death along with all the expensive looking and fragile furniture, pieces of splintering wood getting lodged in his skin and shards of glass from the chandelier quickly slicing flesh and making him bleed a bright red.

Ben thought he had gotten all the clues, he could've sworn the code for the door was correct. But the walls didn't stop pushing further and further in. The doors wouldn't open. There was no escape. He could never escape...

But he did. He did escape that wretched Minos building and he was here with you, the sweet scent of your freshly washed hair relaxed him more than you could ever know. Just you sitting with him was enough most of the time, he appreciated you so much.

Ben allowed his eyes to close when he felt your soft skin against his, gently running your thumb across his knuckles. Sometimes he wondered if you were an actual angel sent down to help him overcome his PTSD, it felt like it in moments like these.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You voiced softly.

Ben slightly shook his head. "It's the same as always. There would be no point."

You noticed the sweat stains on his shirt and came up with an idea. "How about I run you a hot bath?"

Ben looked at you. "Why?"

You offered a small smile. "It'll help soothe you." And without another word, you pushed your duvet off and stood on the cool carpet, walking to the joint bathroom without waiting for an answer from Ben.

You turned the valve almost all the way to the left, got water soon flowing out of the faucet and quickly filling up the tub. You stepped back into the room to see Ben blankly staring off into space, most likely thinking about his dream over and over again like he usually does.

You didn't understand what he was going through, because you were never in that type of situation. You were never trapped in those escape rooms, and you hoped you never would. The way Ben described it to you, you wouldn't wish it on your worst enemy. You wished you knew exactly what he needed, but alas, you weren't a psychologist and you felt helpless when it came to his nightmares/flashbacks. But you did research soothing techniques for people with PTSD, and it helped some.

Whenever Ben had a horrible nightmare and couldn't escape his own head, he'd allow you to take the lead and you'd try your best to help calm his mind. And tonight, it was a hot bath.

You lead Ben into the bathroom like a toddler, gently undressing him and slowly easing him down to sit in the tub. You smiled softly when you heard him let out a sigh, the hot water feeling like heaven against his skin. But he didn't have to say anything to let you know he wanted you to sit with him, his big green puppy dog eyes were practically begging you.

You quickly undressed, not as gracefully as you undressed Ben, but you soon placed yourself to sit behind him. You wrapped your arms around his torso, and he instinctually relaxed against you, your warm skin proving to be more soothing than the hot water that engulfed the two of you.

You soon entangled your fingers in Ben's long, blonde locks, gently working out the knots from his bedhead and massaging his scalp. You smiled softly when you heard him let out a whiny sigh, feeling the muscles in his back finally untensing in your embrace.

"I hate these fuckin' goddamn nightmares..." Ben voiced.

"I know." You frowned, giving a soft kiss to his shoulder. "I know...I wish I could do more to help you."

Ben turned his head to look at you. "Hey..." He brought his hand up to caress your cheek. "Just being here, with me, is more than enough. I honestly don't think I'd be able to keep my sanity if it weren't for you."

You gently shook your head. "You're strong, Ben. You would be okay."

Ben frowned, turning his head back to stare forward. "I'm not as strong as you think I am."

"You are strong. I wouldn't even survive the stress of a situation like that."

"You'd never know until you were in that place. That was the whole point of that goddamn murder maze. Seeing what someone is capable of when their life is on the line." He huffed, tensing once again at the thought of being back at Minos.

You hugged him tighter, laying your head on his shoulder. "You won't have to deal with that evil place ever again, okay? You're safe now."

Ben chuckled bitterly. "Zoey wants me to fly to Manhattan with her, to try and take down Minos. I don't the universe has much safety in store for me any time soon."

"Ben, I thought we talked about this. You don't have to feel obligated to go with Zoey when you want to move on. It's not your fault if she's still stuck there."

"She saved my life. I owe her everything."

You sighed, you knew you couldn't talk him out of it. Now, life debts, you could understand well enough. Zoey was a sweet girl, a bit intense, but for a good reason. If Ben was going to help her take down Minos, you wanted to help too.

"I'm going with you."

Ben's eyes widened, quickly shaking his head, turning around in the tub to face you. "No. No, you can't. It's too dangerous. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something happened to you."

"And I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something bad happened to you. If you're going, I'm going too, and you can't talk me out of it."

"Y/n..."

"I love you, Ben. And I'll be damned if I don't do anything I can to help you." You finally snapped.

Ben blushed, his lip trembling slightly as tears built up his in eyes once again. "I don't want you to go through what I had to. Minos is run by psychopaths and they'll do anything to people for money. I just want you to be safe, at any cost...I've never felt that way about someone before..."

You smiled softly, leaning towards him and placing your hands on his cheeks before fully connecting your lips with his. "As long as we're together," You started once you pulled away, "I believe we'll be okay."

Ben finally nodded, enveloping you in a tight hug and releasing a shaky sigh. "I hope so..."

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Ben is my boy, he is very precious so me😊

Heyyy, I'm turning off my request box for the time being.

I've let the requests I've gotten pile up and there are a bunch, and I also have been wanting to work more on original ideas that I want to put more focus into. Plus, I've been a bit busy in the real world and it wouldn't be fair to those who've sent in requests to receive a half-assed piece of garbage just cause I'm not in it 100%.

Hope y'all understand😊

hiii could you do a will poulter imagine where he comes home from set early and sees his best friend/roommate home and when he asks them what’s wrong he realizes they’re sick and spends the entire day taking care of them and won’t let them do anything cuz he doesn’t want them to work themselves too hard and the reader who’s kinda loopy from a fever confesses their feelings for him?

So cute! I love it. Hope you enjoy, sweet Anon😊

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Will sighed in relief as he entered his cool house, the air conditioning feeling so nice after working on an outside set in the hot sun.

Filming was supposed to last until the sun went down, but everyone was allowed to leave early due to a rare case of getting certain shots in only a couple takes. Either way, Will appreciated it, he didn't fancy getting sunburned even when he wore plenty of sunscreen.

Will was also happy to leave set early so he could see you, his roommate.

You and Will had been living together for a couple years now. You two had already been close friends, he just so happened to need a roommate, and you needed a place to stay. It all worked out very nicely.

Unfortunately for Will, he developed a bit of a intense crush on you over the years, and he found it incredibly difficult trying to act like he didn't when you lived with him. He'd never forgive himself for secretly staring at you when you came out of your room for breakfast with nothing but shorts, that were practically underwear, and an oversized shirt. He pretty much had to stop himself from drooling.

You got comfortable living with Will quickly, behaving how you would if you were living by yourself. He did say make yourself at home, and that's exactly what you did, and Will honestly didn't have any issues with it. You cleaned up after yourself, you were respectful of his privacy, you were the perfect roommate, but you did dress however you liked inside the house with zero embarrassment. So Will didn't really have anyone to blame but himself.

Usually, when Will gets home from a set, you'd greet him at the door, ready to cook or order dinner for the night. But today, you weren't at the door. Will found you in the living room, sat on the couch with a sour look on your face. "Y/n? I'm home."

Will only heard a mumbled, "Hi."

"Got off set early. So, we might be able to go out for dinner this time."

Again, Will only heard you hum in response. What was the matter with you? Usually, you were pretty cheerful. You had always wanted to go out to eat somewhere with Will, but never could due to his busy schedule. He thought you'd be over the moon right now, but you looked pretty out of it.

Will walked over and kneeled in front of you, looking over you with concern. You were pale, a thin sheen of sweat coating your face, and you could barely keep your eyes open. He quickly placed the back of his hand to your forehead. "Oh, you're burning up." Will expressed sadly. "How long have you been feeling like this?"

You shrugged weakly. "Woke up like this." You mumbled, even talking was taking too much energy.

"Oh, you poor thing. Come on, let's get you to bed." Will then helped you to your feet, but you wobbled and had to lean on him so you wouldn't fall over.

You whined. "No, I have things to do today. I can't..." You trailed off, not being able to finish your sentences.

"You're sick. You have a fever. I am not letting you do anything but sleep today." You let out another mumbled whine, but Will couldn't make out what you said, more like ignored in case it was another complain about him trying to take care of you.

You frowned as Will laid you down onto your bed, you've always felt bad when other people had to take care of you, but you were thankful as soon as you felt your soft mattress.

Will blushed under your sleepy gaze as he tucked you in, making sure you were comfortable. "If you need anything, just say the word. I'll just be in the living room." But before Will could leave, you grabbed onto his hand. "What is it?"

"You're so nice to me." You chuckled weakly.

Will smiled. "Well, I can't let you get even more sick, now, can I?"

"No, you've always been nice to me, ever since we met. You're like, the sweetest person I've ever known." Will couldn't help but chuckle silently as you slurred your words slightly, but he still felt the weight and genuineness in your words even when you were sick. "You're just...amazing, Will."

Will tried not to blush again, but he knew he failed when he felt his face heat up almost instantly. He was happy you felt that way about him, but he still wished you felt more for him like he did, but he knew he would just have to be content being your best friend.

"I'd love to kiss you right now, but I don't wanna give you whatever I've got."

Will froze. Did...did he hear that right? "What?" He stuttered.

You repeated yourself, but it came out a little muffled as your tried to fight off how sleepy you felt. "I've liked you for a...awhile." You attempted to chuckle. "I thought you'd notice by now honestly."

Will was thankful your eyes were closed because he must've looked a red as a tomato right now. You liked him. You actually liked him back. But what if you're so sick that you had no idea what was going on? That was possible right? A hundred thoughts ran through Will's head, trying to find some excuse as to why you may not have meant what you said, but he couldn't come up with one other than you actually did mean it. Maybe this was his only chance of telling you how he felt.

"I like you too, Y/n. I have for awhile."

You brought Will's hand up to your lips, kissing the back of his hand as you felt yourself falling asleep, still holding his hand.

Will couldn't believe it. He almost pinched himself to see if this was all a dream. But feeling your soft hand against his was enough to ground him to reality. He tried to pull away, but you had a tight grip on his hand and he didn't want to wake you. It might've felt wrong to Will and he might get sick, but he got into bed beside you, still not letting go of your hand.

You looked peaceful as you slept. Hopefully you wouldn't mind Will sleeping beside you whenever you woke up. To be fair, you probably wouldn't have let go of Will's hand unless he pried it out which would've woken you up, and Will knows how much you like your sleep. It would just have to be dealt with later.

And later, you did wake up with a clearer head. By the way your room was dim with a dark blue tint, it was just after sundown, but you could still make out the silhouette that belonged to Will.

You gently released the vice grip you had on his hand, smiling as he let out soft snores. So it wasn't a fever dream. You actually confessed your feelings for him, and he confessed his. It wasn't exactly how you wanted to tell him, but you guess you could be thankful for getting this fever.

You reached over and poked Will's cheek, eliciting an annoyed hum from him. But he quickly realized where he was and looked to you with wide eyes. "Uh, I didn't mean to fall asleep here, I swear. It's just, uh-"

"It's okay, Will." You spoke softly.

Will smiled in relief, turning over to face you. "Are you feeling better?"

"Mhm. Thanks to you, I would say."

"You, uh, remember what happened?"

"I do." You grabbed onto his hand once again, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles.

"So, you meant what you said?"

"Of course I did. What? Did you think I was joking?"

"I was hoping you weren't." Will blushed as you kissed the back of his hand again. "I'd very much like to kiss you too."

"I don't want you to get sick, Will. Once I get over this, you can kiss me all you like." You smiled.

"I will definitely take you up on that."

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babies in love🥰

could you do one where you have a nightmare and fred weasley comforts you :) thanks x

Ooof, this is awkward.

I only tend to write about characters who I find attractive, no offense obviously to Fred, he is a sweetheart. But he kinda looks like an acquaintance of mine who I don't find attractive at all. Sorry about that🥺

If you have an imagine request for Draco, or even Harry, I'd be more than happy to do that for you. Again, sorry bout that

Can I request f!reader thigh riding the glader of your choice please?

Yes, a thousand times yes. You know I gotta go with my boy Gally, he has very nice thighs, that one. Hope you enjoy!

NSFW WARNING

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You and Gally entered your shared hut after a very long day of working on new building plans for the Safe Haven, Vince deciding that they should expand the camp by setting up in a small clearing he found in the woods.

Gally was the obvious choice for designing the plans, he was the best Builder in the Glade after all. You were decent at drawing and had good spatial reasoning that came in handy when it came to building that Gally always took advantage of in the Glade, even when you weren't a Builder.

Planning and mapping out future buildings sounds relatively easy in theory, but you and Gally had to spend all day out in that field taking measurements and testing if the ground would hold up the weight of said buildings. It took a lot of effort, but you managed to get a lot down in one day.

Coming back to your hut, which you could comfortably call home, was the best part of your day, especially now that Gally had moved in with you. And it was a good enough distance away from all the other huts that you didn't have to worry about the rest of the camp hearing your nightly activities with Gally that happened very often.

You sighed as you ungracefully slumped against your wall, stretching out your sore muscles. "Man, I am just not Builder material, and we haven't even started building yet."

"I'm sure you'll get the hang of it." Gally assured, his eyes slowly gazing up and down your form as you continued stretching. "Come here." He instructed softly, waving you over as he sat down in one of your chairs that accompanied the table in the main room of your hut.

You smiled tiredly, taking a seat on his lap and leaning your head on his shoulder. "Today was so exhausting."

Gally nodded, positioning you to straddle his lap. "Yeah, I know. Vince just wants these new buildings built soon." He moved a piece of hair hanging over your forehead, gently rubbing his thumb just above your eyebrow.

You breathed in Gally's scent, just his touch alone making your mind go hazy, your hips barely grinding against his clothed crotch. You weren't really planning the night to go this way, but being so close to him made you forget all about your aching muscles, another part of your body starting to ache just for him.

Gally raised his brow suggestively, his gaze quickly turning dark. "What do you think you're doing, kitten?" You only giggled in reply. "I thought you were tired?" Gally yawned subtly, making you pout slightly, but that only caused him to smirk, deciding to indulge your behavior.

You gasped as Gally forced you to straddle only his right thigh, a new forceful pressure against your core creating a pleasant sensation. You moaned softly as Gally grabbed your hips and pulled you down onto his thigh. "You think you can come like this, baby?" Gally whispered near your ear, his deep voice vibration causing a shiver down your spine.

"I don't know...maybe." You replied, a nervous excitement in your tone.

"Let's find out." Gally smirked, continuing to help you grind your clothed core on his muscular thigh. You quickly took your pants off with a desperate sigh, allowing for more pleasant friction to travel through.

You breathed heavily as Gally kissed and licked your neck, almost definitely creating marks that you'll have to hide later. You moaned sharply as Gally bounced his leg up and down, burying your face in his neck to try and stifle how loud you were already.

Gally let go of your hips, bringing his hands up to remove your shirt, your breasts at full display just for him. You squealed happily as Gally took one of your nipples in his mouth, biting and pulling at the soft peak while his other hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed tightly, just even to make you lightheaded.

Gally smirked as he looked down at his thigh, his pants having a dark, wet spot where you were grinding on him. "Look at what a mess you're making, kitten." You whimpered, his words only causing you to speed up your thrusting hips, your clit hitting his thigh at just that right angle that made tears come to your eyes. "You are gonna come, aren't you? Just by rubbing yourself on Daddy's leg, huh?"

Gally's flexing thigh meeting your pulsing clit with every fast thrust, you cried out as you felt yourself nearing your climax. "Gally, I'm so close." You stuttered, the consistent pressure on your core and Gally's hand squeezing just below your jaw numbing your brain, making you a moaning mess.

Gally's hand that was wrapped around your throat quickly travelled to the back of your head, grabbing your hair and forcing your head up. His green eyes were dark, pupils blown wide as he watched you intensely as your face contorted into utter bliss as he guided you to rut against him faster. "Look at me." He ordered, obeying as your eyes quickly found his, struggling to keep them from closing from your pleasure.

You let out a high pitched moan as you got closer and closer to the edge, a thin layer of sweat lining your forehead and your hands clutched tightly onto Gally's shirt. Your felt your face heat up quickly, his dark stare driving you wild. "Come for me, kitten."

Your body had no trouble obeying as soon as he spoke those words, burning heat flowing throughout your core, your clit throbbing intensely as your orgasm washed over you. Gally kept rolling your hips against his thigh, letting you ride out your high.

You smiled giddily as Gally planted a passionate kiss on your lips, your completely fucked out visage making him smirk smugly. "Such a good girl for me, aren't you, baby?" He continued to kiss and nip at your neck, making you whine.

"Now I'm really tired." You said weakly, letting your eyes flutter shut until you heard Gally chuckle darkly.

"Oh, you didn't think the night was over, did you, kitten?"

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I wrote this in one day cause my friend has decided that he'll call me kitten just to rile me up, this is the product...fuckin' teasing bastard. So Anon, you can thank him for this🙃