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What we are - Request
Warning ; mention of sex, first time, Reader is the only girl, frenemies, suggestive content
Notes : I went for a suggestive content and no smut because I was more comfortable writing it this way, hope you will still like it. Let me know your thoughts, if you liked it I might do a part 2 where they talk about it. It took me a WHILE to find out how to correctly write it, and I'm still not sure if it's okay, but I actually like it. Turned out really long too.
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┈ ┈ ┈ ⋞ 〈 ⏣ 〉 ⋟ ┈ ┈ ┈┈ ┈ ┈ ⋞ 〈 ⏣ 〉 ⋟ ┈ ┈ ┈┈ ┈ ┈ ⋞ The Glade wasn’t an easy place to live, but you had made it work. Being the only girl here had its own set of challenges, especially given how lonely you were and how you always acted tough. Some of the boys went out of their way to be overprotective, which could tend to annoy you, while others didn’t know how to talk to you like a normal person, didn't know how to act near a girl. Gally was neither of them and yet both at the same time.
Gally had always been different. He wasn’t cruel, people who didn’t know him well enough like Thomas could say he was with wrong assumptions. He was sharp-edged. His words could sting, his looks could burn, but beneath it all, you knew there was something else. Something unspoken.
“Hey, you gonna do something useful today, or just stand there?” His voice cut through the air as you helped stack crates near the Blood House. His tone was rough, but you could see the way his eyes lingered on you. He was observing you and despite his tough look, for you his eyes always looked more soft, showing just a bit more of love.
The way his eyes would look at you always caused a feeling of confusion in your heart. It was so evident he didn’t hate you, that something else was behind it all, but at the same time you thought it would be easier if he hated you. Perhaps if he did, you wouldn’t feel your heart flutter and the butterflies in your belly every time he would soften around you.
You rolled your eyes, placing the last crate down with a little more force than necessary. “I don’t know, Gally. Maybe I should leave all the hard work to you since you clearly love bossing people around.” and despite both of your attitudes, you didn’t hate each other. Behind all the ‘mean’ words, the roll of eyes, the annoying comments, love was hidden. Your relationship was really clear for you, and for the boy too. The gladers couldn’t understand and that was something you cherished ; them not knowing what your heart was feeling everytime you laid eyes on him.
He scoffed but didn’t fire back with a remark. Instead, he grabbed a cloth from his pocket and tossed it to you, letting his soft spot for you showing. “You got dirt on your face.”
Every time his attitude towards you would fall, it was as if you won the argument. So every time, a smug smirk would meet your face. You used his cloth to clean your face before walking toward your hut, as the night was setting. You didn’t need to turn back to know he was following you.
You entered your hut and Gally was quick to grab your wrist in a firm but gently hold, turning you around. Your faces were close, you could feel his warm breath against your cheek, his eyes were staring at your lips before he spoke your name in a gentle voice.
Was today the day he would finally let his guard down, the day he would finally tell you his feelings, those you knew about but always pretended you didn’t, not wanting to take the first step ? He frowned, his voice coming out rasping. “How the hell are you doing this to me ?”
Your eyes met his, your mouth about to answer before his lips stopped them, kissing you deeply. Your whole body froze, confusion filling you. Part of you knew his feelings for you, and obviously you loved him too. Your brain had trouble taking in the fact his dry lips were on yours, one hand holding you wrist while the other was making its way under your shirt. “..You make me feel crazy. I want to keep you buried in my arms but I also want to insult you every second..”
For the first time in your life, or atleast for what you remembered, you felt your heart beat like crazy, you could feel how red your cheeks were. You swore your legs could shatter at any moment, considering how shaky they were. As if Gally could sense it, he easily picked you up, his hands meeting your plush thighs. You could feel the warmth radiating from his hands on your whole legs, his thumb tracing small patterns causing you to shiver from the touch. “..I love you so goddamn much”
His eyes looked at you, his expression unreadable. You could see the love but you could also see the incertitude, as if what he said to you was hard to admit, as if he was unsure if he was doing the right thing or if you would get afraid and run away. But you didn’t.
You hadn’t expected his lips to attack your neck, and even less his hands to start taking your top off. Panic quickly set inside of you, suddenly you weren’t sure being there was a good idea. But then you remembered who was there, with you. It wasn’t anyone - it was this big asshole, the one who would treat you like crap only to be the most protective guy towards you. The one who would cradle you to his chest every time another glader would lose their life, but who spent his whole days telling you how much he hated you.
Your back was against the hammock, the pretty boy hovering above you. You were vulnerable, more than ever, but you wanted it. So with slight incertitude, you allowed yourself to speak the following words. ''Gally...I’ve never done that before''
His eyes met yours, not so surprised about what you just confessed. He himself didn't have much experience since there weren't many girls here, except for you. That didn't mean he didn't know what to do, and how to do it. In the world they were in, danger at the door, you actually didn't expect him to know anything.
The danger around.
The danger around you seemed to fade. With Gally above you, your mind pushed aside all the fears—the Grievers, the threats outside. They no longer mattered. It was as if Gally was protecting you, putting a wall around the two of you.
You felt safe with him.
His words brought you back to the intimate moment the two of you were having,reassuring your racing mind, ''It's okay, don't know much myself.'' and his hands worked to take his shirt off, about to take yours as well before he stopped, putting a light kiss on your neck. ''We don't have to do anything if you're not ready, pretty thing.''
And you shook your head, because you were ready. You were just scared, scared because you didn’t know anything about it, nobody never taught you. But you trusted him, you knew he would be careful with you. You knew he cared. He was showing it everyday, and he was showing it today by taking his time with you. Your voice came out softly, almost in a whisper but he heard it, “..I’m ready as long as it’s with you.”
His calloused hands undressed you, taking his time to worship you, making sure every inch of your soft skin was kissed, caressed. You didn’t know how such small things could make your heart be so crazy, how that could cause your legs to press together before he would spread them. When he took his pants off, eyes ending on his boxers, you could have swore your eyes rolled in the back of your head. His chest was warmth against yours, his heart pounding beneath his chest, syncing with yours as if you were the same. You made one.
He didn’t take care of himself, didn’t allow you to put your attention anywhere else than on your pleasure. The only thing that mattered right now was you. Not the griever, not the newbie, you. The way he was, soft, careful, slow, it was different from what you knew. Different in a good way, you loved the way he was currently acting, as if you were the only in his eyes. As if nothing else existed. For a moment, the world outside didn’t exist. The Glade, the Grievers, the chaos—it was all gone. It was just the two of you.
You didn’t know how you ended there, your first time and virginity being taken by your worst enemies but also your best friend. What you knew was how soft his touches and kisses felt, how well the two of you fit together. He took his time with you, showed you love. For the first time, you didn’t get any mean remarks, only words pure with love and admiration.
You never thought you would get the opportunity to lose your virginity, even less to Gally. But now that it was happening, you wouldn’t trade it for anything.
