Aidan Gallagher Imagines

He knows

Warning- smut obviously

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He knew. Obviously he knew just how to play with you, and get you going. Almost as if he memorized your body as well as sexual needs and wants

He knows how to turn you on with only his words. Easy. All he has to do is say two simple words. Two. And you're done for

"Come here"

And he would watch you innocently walk over to him, already starting to feel needy for his touch. But of course, there's a ton of things he could say that make you quake

"Cum for me"

"You're so wet for me"

"Open your eyes and look at me"

"You feel so good"

"Let me make you feel good"

"Use your words and tell me what you want"

"I fucking love to see you get needy for me babygirl"

And what you love the most is the way he touches you. Doesn't even have to be sexual. He could easily kiss your forehead and you'd be satisfied

But he knows what his princess really wants. You want him to hold you down while he goes to work on your wetness. And he knows it drives you insane when he wraps his hand around your throat while he teases you until you can't take it, begging for him to fuck you

He knows every nerve in your body, and just how to satisfy it. And coincidence or not, he also knows that there are over 15,000 nerves in the clit- and he knows just how to hit each and every one of them

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He loved how obedient you were to him. He would tell you to go and lay down on the bed when you've been a bag girl, and you'd do it- maybe cause you loved being treated like a slut, or maybe you were scared of what would happen if you didn't listen to his demands

Or when he had a hard day, and texted you to be waiting for him on your knees at the front door for him. He would walk up the path and greet his good little princess, kissing her sweetly before grabbing her and fucking her throat

And of course there would be other times where you were just chilling on the couch, or in your room with him. And he'd look up at you and your eyes. He adored how your eyes focused on whatever you were doing with such focus- much like when you were sucking him off

He'd then laugh quietly to himself, letting his head fall. This catching your attention, you look over at him and ask what's wrong. He'd look up to you and wave his fingers at you with a simple

"Come here"

Then he knew. He knew he had you. When he used that tone, you might as well have just came in your underwear right there

So following his command, you would walk over to him and sit on his lap. His hand tracing small lines on your back, and even though they were subtle, you felt them everywhere and they sent chills down your spine

After a while of just complete staring at you, he'd then maneuver his hand into your pants and tease you

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Which leads us to our next topic. Teasing. You hated it just as much as he hated it when you teased him. But he adored doing it to you. A smile would spread across his face as he would pull you into your lap, slowly pulling your pants down

He admired the wetness in your underwear already even though he hadn't even touched you yet. It always made him feel so special when you got wet for him. Excited even. So he would happily play with the wetness that coated your slit

Running his fingers just above your clit, he misses it just by a centimeter, knowing it's annoying you. But you wouldn't dare say anything. Punishments were the worst with him. Cause he knew where your edge was. He knew when enough was enough for you and when you just wanted to give up and let him fuck you

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When you're being naughty, he'd pick you up and carry you to your room. Tying you to the bed, spread eagle and your goodies on display. He'd lick his lips before going towards something he always kept just for you

Then pull out a vibrating toy. He'd leave you there with it on high, leaving the room with a small grimace
"Cum as many times as you want"

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Oh but then there's the extremely unholy side of him. The times where he was feeling extra horny. But you weren't there. Now obviously he would be sad. But if it meant he could see you, he would drive for hours

The whole way there, he was thinking about using your body for his pleasure. To treat you like his own rag doll that he could use and abuse in his own way. He would call you when you weren't with him, promising to fuck you harder than you've ever gone before

And he would always keep his promise. Pulling up to your apartment, he would get out and walk right in. You would sit there with an innocent smile on your face, knowing you were about to get destroyed. He'd then grab you by the waist, carrying you to your room to pound you, pretty much becoming one with the mattress

With a hand kept tightly around your neck, he would always look down at you as he fucked you. It drove you crazy and he knew it. He loved to watch you squirm, failing to keep still let alone maintain eye contact with him. His gaze was always so intense on you as he fucked you senseless like a slut

Soon enough he'd actually let you make noise, and you'd scream out at the quick pace, and how deep he was in you. And if there was anything other than your smile, it was the look on your face when he fucked you into oblivion and made your toes curl

He'd make you scream his name multiple times until that's the only name you know. Until it's etched into your brain. Yanking harshly on your hair, pulling you deeper onto himself.

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Then after you came down from your high, he would baby you, making sure he didn't hurt you. He'd hold you in his arms as he cleaned you up precisely making sure not to miss any spot. And usually, after this you'd be tired, so he would then hold you close to him

The rest of the night, you just listen to his breathing, and occasional compliments like

"Your skin is so soft princess"

Or

"You smell like me"
Referring to you smelling like his cum. Of course you didn't mind. You loved to drown in his scent. And especially loved when he was soft with you after he got done ruining your makeup

A/n- hi hi <3
Toward the end it seems rushed but ok
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