smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze | gale x fem!reader
summary: You and Gale spend your nights reading late into the night. Tonight, you want to see how far you can push him
aka. reader sees their man reading and pondering in the corner, and goes i need to freak him right now crazy style
author notes: this was born out of the fact that I saw that man in the game and immediately thought "need to make him whimper". that's pretty much it, hope you enjoy
content notes/warnings: explicit sexual content, established relationship, gale dekarios x reader, gale dekarios x you, masturbation, fingering, voyeurism, exhibitionism, begging, dirty talk, thigh riding, finger sucking, pinv sex, slight dom/sub undertones, submissive gale, dominant reader, one shot, alcohol, no use of y/n, afab reader
word count: 1.5k words
Like most nights, Gale spent this one deep in one of his tomes by the candlelight. You were nearby, sprawled across a settee, with an encapsulating book in your hands, too, and a goblet of red wine by your side.
You loved nights like this. When one of you read something interesting, you called out to each other in excitement, read aloud passages, and spent hours discussing what you found.
You loved that you could talk about anything. You loved his thirst for knowledge. You loved that he wanted to hear everything that moved your imagination. He watched you with glistening eyes, drinking in your words as you spoke.
Perhaps it was the rich taste of the wine, or the lateness of the hour, that put you in a curious mood. Neither of you could put down what you were reading. Tiredness began to mix with your slightly tipsy haze, and you stretched on the settee while watching his back turned to you.
He was lost in his book too, leaning over his pages, glass of wine long forgotten by his side. The aroma of the liquor mixed with the earthy scent of parchment, and you felt your heartbeat quicken as you watched him.
You stood up and slowly walked behind him, placing your hands on his shoulders. You could feel the warmth of his body radiate through the threads of his clothes; it amazed you. He felt like home–his presence made you think of the warmth of a fireplace, the softness of a bed, the smell of old books that have been re-read a dozen times.
He smiled and looked up at you–no matter how encapsulated he was in something, you could always bring him back to the moment.
'Hello, my love,' he hummed, and took one of your hands to press a kiss in your palm, 'are you ready for bed?'
He could blow out the candles, you could down the last gulps of your wine, and retire for the night, dozing off and waking up in the afternoon sun tomorrow. It sounded enticing, but besides tiredness, you also felt something else growing in you. A warmth in the pit of your stomach–an ache that spread from it all the way to your fingertips that were brushing his collar, ghosting over the skin of his neck. He arched his eyebrow in question, getting a hint of the mood you were in.
'Hm. Not yet; tell me what you read about first,' you positioned yourself in his lap, facing him. Feigning innocence, you shot him a smile, waiting for him to speak.
'Well, you remember that tome we got, Myths on Blood Magic?' he began, and you pressed a soft kiss on his lips, just a peck, before answering.
'Of course I do.'
'I have been wondering that perhaps some of the records in it that got dismissed as... Hmm...' he hummed approvingly when you began kissing his neck.
'Mmm, yes, what about those records?'
'...I was thinking that some of them might–' you gently ground your hips against his, and his breath caught.
'Oh Gods–' he put his hands on your hips and squeezed, urging you to continue. You could feel him growing underneath you, but you stared straight back at him, unmoving.
'You'll have to translate the sources,' you said without a hint of faltering in your voice as you rocked your hips on him again. He sucked in his breath.
'I will,' he said in a low voice, but his eyes were already on your breasts. He reached his hands out to undo your shirt, but you slapped them away.
'Ouch–' he muttered, and a daring glint flashed in his eyes. He cautiously hovered his hands back onto your hips, and when you did not stop him at that, he slowly moved them onto the curve of your ass.
You reached to the strings of your shirt yourself, and slowly, without a hint of hurry in the world, began to undo them. His eyes couldn't break away from the movement of your fingers as you undid the knot, then slipped out of your blouse. You dropped it to the floor, and he stared at your naked breasts, the sudden air tickling your hard nipples. You tried not to show it, but you were getting worked up just as much as he was and burned for his touch. You just liked playing this cruel game more.
It seemed like he wanted to put his mouth on your chest as he softly leaned forward, but you stood up from his lap then. You shimmied out of your pants, and your undergarments fell, pooling around your ankles on the floor. He too made quick work of his shirt, and you both were standing in front of each other, completely naked.
You tried not to look at how hard he was: tonight, you didn't want to give in. Not yet. It would've been so easy to let him flip you around and fuck you against his table; you, sprawled across the parchments, hand gripping the wood while his chest hovered above your back and his skin slapped against your ass until it felt numb. Tonight, you were in the mood to see how far you could push him.
You could feel how wet you already were between your thighs. You spread your legs open while leaning against his desk, not breaking eye contact. He looked like he was starving; you reached your hand down at your center and ran a tentative finger across your folds. A little bit of your wetness dripped on the floor.
'Gods above...' he closed the gap between you two and kneeled in front of you, but you caught his face in your hand. Gripping his jaw, you tilted his head to look up at you.
'Sit back down,' you told him, and the vision of the restraint he then had to muster made your stomach do a backflip. He slowly got back up and walked to the chair across from you. You began to finger yourself then, moaning as if he wasn't even in the room.
It was cruel, but you couldn't help it. He was endlessly devoted to you; he watched your every move and drank in your words like they were gospel. When he fucked you, he seemed like he could never get enough; chasing your desire, showing you the extent of his. It made you wonder how much you could really make him want you.
He stroked himself, sitting across from you, eyes hungry and never breaking away from the way your body slithered, your hips bucked against your fingers.
'Let me do it for you,' he moaned between pumps that got more and more desperate. The obscene sound of him touching himself and the wet sounds your pussy made filled the room. It edged you on; you felt lightheaded from your building pleasure.
'Mmm, maybe,' you said, and you saw the desperate amusement on his face.
'Fuck, my darling, do you know what you're doing to me?' he huffed, and you saw that he was beginning to unravel. You wanted him like this. You wanted him frenzied, delirious, burning with desire. You wanted him to be so desperate for you that he forgot how to form words. That smart mouth of his reduced to pleas, begs, and moans.
You got up and walked to him, and watched the hint of relief on his face disappear when you carefully placed yourself on his thigh. You began to slide your cunt up and down, and you had to stop yourself from rubbing on him too eagerly. You wanted to draw this out as much as possible.
Gale threw his head back in anguish as you rode his thigh. You were so close to him, and still denying what he needed most.
'Can I please touch you?' he sobbed. You marveled at how he could be both things: domineering, taking you while making you promise you were his forever, or a whimpering mess, if that's what you wanted. You loved everything about him.
You took your fingers, the ones you had touched yourself with, and pushed them into his mouth as a response. He moaned at the feeling, accepting his fate as you kept rocking yourself against him, and him having to settle for the feeling of your pussy sliding on his thigh, your fingers in his mouth.
He was so beautiful under you. You marveled at his warm and sun-kissed skin; ran your other hand in his locks that framed his handsome face like a curtain. His lips parted, eyes hooded with desire, looking at you as if you were a goddess.
'You're so beautiful, Gale,' you whispered in his ear, 'I love to see you like this.'
You began to speed up, breaths getting more labored, with your overstimulated center rubbing at him. The tension in you soon broke, and you came rutting his thigh, whining as you buried your face in his shoulder. Feeling merciful, you did not wait to fully come off your high as you climbed into his lap and finally sank down on him, granting him relief. You fucked him until the only words he was able to form were your name.
