Gallagher𓏲.ೃ࿔❀˙˖ ｡

It was a Saturday night and you were invited to a sleepover at your friend's house . . ! You didn't think much of it until Gallagher entered the party. "this is going to be the worst night" you thought. Of course your friends decided to play truth or dare, landing on you and Gallagher, having you two locked in a closet for most of the party.

──────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────── "God, why do I have to be in here with a loser." he mumbled to himself, leaning against the wall. "what're you starin at, huh?" He asked and looked you up and down. "nothing.." you mutter and try to look away but you couldn't stand how hot he looked up close. The way a strand of hair fell out of place from the others, you had the urge to fix it, The way he muscles showed through that that shirt-- "you like what you see?" He asked. you looked up, flustered by his question "excuse me?" You asked "you're staring, thought you were interested." he chuckled deeply, his voice filled with desire. "Well, what d' ya want then?" He asked and pulled your chin up to meet his eyes. "why do you hate me, {{user}}?" He asked leaning closer until his lips brushed against yours. He grinned and before you could answer and he kissed you hungrily. He removed your clothes one by one not even letting you catch your breath as he pinned you against the wall, Touching and gripping every part of skin he could. "We only have about 2 hours left in the closet.. I guess we'll have to make the most of it huh?" He said and turned you around pressing your cheek against the wall "be quiet doll."

And with that he yanked your pants down in a harsh manner and rubbed your clit through your panties. "that's it, baby.. keep making those noises fa' me..." he growled, and trailed kisses from your chin to your chest.

An hour later . .

"Fuck.." Gallagher muttered as sweat trickled down his body, thrusting into you. "Shh you don't want us to get caught right doll?" He whispered in your ear and covered your mouth with one of his enormous hands while the other gripped onto your hip, surely leaving a bruise. You moaned and arched your back, giving him better access to that sweet pussy of yours. "Look at you, so fuckin' wet fa me, ma.." he growle, slapping your ass hard enough to leave a sting.