Requests: Closed

How a cup of tea after Gavin had walked you home from your date led to the mix of tongues and teeth on your couch you couldn’t place, though it truly wasn’t out of the ordinary. One kiss always led to two to twenty, and before you knew it, a noise complaint would make it to your door the next morning.

And tonight was no different, a hold he had on your jaw as he angled you against him, desperate to deepen the kiss with every little movement. The scent of his cologne filling your senses, intoxicating along with the taste of his tongue. His body flush against your own, warming you better than any cup of tea.

As soon as his hand landed on your breast, squeezing slightly from outside your shirt, you moved to straddle his hips. His movements stilled for a second, feeling the radiating tinge of embarrassment on his cheeks inches from your own. It didn’t matter how often this happened or how used to this he was, it never eased his nervousness.

He could feel the small smile forming on your lips as you took ahold of his hand, parting from him as you brought his palm up to your lips for a few short presses. With every kiss, they inched up his digits until they landed on his fingertips.

One last press on his middle finger and your tongue darted out to press against them. Before he could even say anything, you closed your lips around his digits, lightly sucking as you met his gaze. The blush on his cheeks deepened in color the further down his fingers you inched, and the feel of your tongue lapping and parting them had him breathless.

Once you were up to his knuckles, you could see the underlying lust burn in his eyes. Every want and desire he had surfacing and you could see it in the way his own lips parted but stopped short of any words. He couldn’t find it in him to say what he wanted, instead watching as you continued taking his digits, feeling them hit the back of your throat.

The slight gag he felt on his fingertips had him swallowing hard, the lump in his throat bobbing visibly; feeling his growing erection between your legs twitch under you.

Your mouth slowly withdrew, releasing his fingers as a string of saliva connected the two of you. He eyed your wet lips with a newfound captivation, leaning forward to press his own to them. His fingers found their way to your hair, tangling with them as he deepened the kiss.

He was almost desperate to feel you flush against him, one hand cradling under your jaw and the other on your waist to pull you to him. Every synchronized movement against your lips searing and seeping with raw lust. Nothing mattered more in this moment than the uninhibited desire to feel each other, to be as close as possible.

Pulling away, your plump, swollen lips entranced him entirely. To say he was enamored wouldn’t encompass the burning fervor in his chest; a feeling he knew all too well when it came to you. He leaned forward again, intent of capturing them again only to meet your index finger.

“Let me take care of you.”

The knitted brows and tilt of his head had you stifling a laugh at his confused expression. It wasn’t until you moved off him and in between his legs that he picked up on what you meant, shifting to a small panic as he tried to stop you.

“MC, you really don’t have to-“

“But I want to.”

Your hands reached for his belt, unbuckling it slowly as you maintained eye contact. Eye contact that felt all the more difficult to hold as you fought the urge to shy away from your actions. You tugged them off with his assistance, taken aback by the size of the tent in his briefs; gulping to swallow the nervousness that almost surfaced.

“I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel, Gavin,” you said just above a whisper, lips moving to kiss the band around his waist as you pulled them down. He hissed at the feeling of his erection released from its confines, “I want to see you unravel the same way you’ve made me. I want to watch your face twinge in pleasure from what I’m doing to you. I want to hear you gasp my name like a needy plea.”

Your lips made a tantalizing trail from the base of his shaft up to his tip, following the vein on the under side. Eyes flicking up to meet the astonished look on his face, mouth agape as he tried to fumble for anything to say, but his voice seeming to fail him.

“Let me?”

Your question felt bold in this moment, as if you had just confessed to every sinful thought you’d ever had and were awaiting clemency. He couldn’t find it in him to speak up, instead nodding in assurance with an expectant gaze.

The hand on his hip moved to wrap around his length, a light grip as you worked him from base to tip. He cursed under his breath at the contact, head lulling back for a moment before observing you again.

The sight of you between his legs, pumping his cock steadily, was almost too much for him. He bit his knuckles as he tried to suppress the moans that brimmed from his chest. You could see his muscles flexing under his shirt, using your other hand to lift and get a better view; noticing his cheeks flush just a bit deeper at that. 

“This really is much better than any time I’ve imagined it,“ he more said to himself, unaware of the words he said aloud.

“You’ve thought about this before?” You quipped as you bit your lip, “When?”

He averted his gaze, cheeks tinging even deeper in pink out of embarrassment, “Usually late at night.”

“And tell me,” you teased, fingers playfully tracing the veins under his cock, “do you touch yourself when these thoughts come up?”

He fell stunned at your dauntless question, unsure of whether to answer or not. Your sultry gaze fixed entirely on his own left him without a word in response, gulping as if to swallow the answer down before they slipped from his lips on their own. To speak his mind, what he truly thought, seemed all the more challenging in this moment. Never had he seen such a side to you, and he’d be lying to say it didn’t stir something in him. And yet, he wanted to abide to your desire of hearing his response.

“I-“ he stuttered, clearing his throat before pressing on, “I do.”

“Gavin,” you gasped in faux shock, a sly grin spreading, “I never realized how naughty you could be.”

Before he could respond, averting his gaze to hide the ever-growing blush, the feeling of your wet tongue lapping his tip stopped any words from making their way passed his lips. Instead, a breathy moan took the place of any coursing thought, followed by one after the other as your tongue swirled his head; a mix of saliva and precum coating him.

His head tilted back, eyes pressed shut as he focused entirely on the feeling of your mouth around him. Lips wrapped tightly around his member, tongue pressing and sliding along with every bob. You hollowed your cheeks to take him deeper, hand pumping what you couldn’t reach. His fingers carded through your locks, staying there as he let you go at your own pace.

His demeanor felt stiff, refraining from anything aside from his light grip and the low groans he’d let slip. You could feel his hesitancy to let his hands roam, to take the initiative to make you take him deeper. Every deep crease and line in his face hinted at a restraint he wouldn’t dare let go.

“Gavin,” you whispered, your hot breath tickling over his head as you released him, “You can enjoy this. You can even do whatever you want to me in this moment.”

The sensual gaze pierced through him with a mix of concern in your furrowed brows. It was hard to look anywhere but, entranced yet comforted in the deep color of your irises. Even as your hand still worked him, what truly had him in awe was the way it seemed like you could see right through him, right to his core and reading him like book; a book even he wasn’t familiar with.

“If you want to fuck my face, I won’t stop you,” your crude, naughty words stunning him even further, “Be selfish, entirely greedy for me.”

The shock in him settled as he continued to eye you. His fingers inched towards your cheek, nimble in their movements and careful to barely graze your skin. He couldn’t help but relish in the bit of innocence he saw in your eyes, admiring how cute you looked when just staring at him with that curious look. Nothing in him wanted to sully that perfect image, not when he was the one doing it.

His fingers moved to cup your face, thumb soothing the skin under it as he tried to steady his breathing. Any attempt at trying to regulate his rapidly beating heart only served to make it worse, thumping in his ears as you still pumped him steadily. But your bold words made him want to be just as audacious.

“Can I…” his voice trailed, hesitancy thick in his words as he pressed on, “Can I really be selfish? I don’t want to hurt y-“

“You’re not going to hurt me, I know you wouldn’t.”

The amount of trust you placed on him with your reassuring words somehow melted his reluctance instantly. As he took a deep breath, his eyes followed the trail his hand made from your cheek to carding through your hair. The strands between his knuckles grounded him in a way he couldn’t place, but it gave him the bolster he needed. With a light grasp, one you could barely feel, he nudged your face forward, signaling for you to go on.

Your lips wrapped back around him eagerly, tongue playing with his slit and the ridge of his head. The gasp through gritted teeth had you fighting back a grin as you took him deeper, your name rolling off his lips like a devoted prayer. You were intentional in going as painstakingly slow and stagnant as you could, waiting for him to take the control you handed to him on a silver platter. Yet, there was still a part of him that couldn’t will himself to fully giving in; the smallest amount of guidance from a light grip.

As gentle as he was, you could feel his restraints loosen the further down his shaft you went. Taking him deeper with every slight bob of your mouth, it made him more receptive. As soon as you were up to his hilt, you let out a soft hum around him, loosening the groan lodged in his throat. That was all it took, all he needed, for his willpower to falter.

Just like that, a switch in him flipped. A desire he never knew he had, a sensation he had yet to experience, and it made him want more. The fingers in your hair tightened ever so slightly before he pulled you back a bit only to push you back down onto him.

Once he hit the back of your throat, you gagged around his cock; the drool in your mouth spilling over and onto him at that. You caught the alarming look he gave, worrying that he hurt you, but you only continued your ministrations; assuring him that you were fine with a single glance. Gagging around him one more time, he couldn’t fight the moan that trickled from his lips, your name following.

“Good girl,” his voice low, followed by a deep groan as he jerked up at a particularly sensitive spot. The flutter in your stomach sending a jolt up your spine at his praise.

His hips lifted in tandem with your mouth, feeling his release coming close. The moans that filled the room became more needy with every passing second, picking up your pace only to hear it increase in volume. His eyes shut tight, hands balling into fists in your hair, as the coil wound tight in him burst.

The blissed out look on his face was one you would engrave in your mind for years to come, knowing you’ll never tire of the sight as he came down in tremors. Your mouth still around him as you milked him for every bit of cum, watching as he still came down from his high.

His body became lax against the couch, trying to catch his breath. Something about this moment filled you with affection for him, a pure adoration that filled your heart had you moving up him and reaching for his lips. As soon as you pressed them to his, his hands caught both your wrists. Before you could process, he flipped you on your back, pinning you to the couch as his lips kissed under your earlobe.

“Now,” he whispered, trailing down the nape of your neck, “Let me take care of you.”

From the window, you could see the stars were a more vibrant display than usual, mimicking the twinkling lights of the city below. The night sky above felt as tranquil as the first time you saw the Milky Way in it’s entirety. Yet the room felt as serene and enthralling as the view.

The music in the background a subtle detail that danced around the space, carried in suspense by the literal feeling of love in the air. A squeeze around your heart as you stared into the eyes of the one you love, reflecting that same affection as he talked with a smile on his face. By candlelight, the amber in his eyes were as warm as the flush in his cheeks.

When Gavin asked to come over, you didn’t expect him to spend the entire day here with you and going right into the night; citing that he was in the neighborhood. You would have believed him if he didn’t have a bottle of wine and flowers in hand.

A bottle of wine you two had only just uncorked at 1:43 am. The small amount he would pour in your glass would already disappear in minutes, losing count of how many refills you’ve had. His, however, remained almost untouched; truly enamored by the conversation to even think of interrupting with a sip.

You found a certain lull in the sound of his voice, calming your nerves along with the alcohol. Hanging on to every syllable, you found it all too soothing. Yet the piano plucking in the background left you with the overwhelming need to get up, observing Gavin for an unspoken answer. When you didn’t get one, the liquid courage in you took over.

“Dance with me?” You asked, grabbing a hold on his hand as you stood to your feet. He shot you a curious look from his seat, eyeing you as you tugged on him

“I don’t know, I can’t da-“

“Please,” you insisted, eyes parallel to a puppy as you watched the shift of playful defeat turn into a small smile.

“Alright, alright,” he resided, rising to his feet as you guided him.

Your hand in his felt small but entirely secure, gripping just a bit tighter. His arm around your waist felt firm, assertive in a way you couldn’t place; as if he was afraid you’d slip from his fingertips. He felt stiff against you, rigid in his movements as you two swayed back and forth.

The small chuckle at his tense demeanor only made him more nervous, the taut lines on his face deepening. As if reading his mind, you pressed your cheek to his chest, feeling the quickening pace of his heartbeat against your ear. It soothed your own nerves to know that even for as long as you two were together, his heart still raced the same at the sight of you; always evident in the way his pupils dilated and the pause in his breath before collecting himself.

You tightened your hold on his middle, fingers grazing up and down the length of his spine. The soothing movement mixed with the unmistakable scent of your perfume melted his tension bit by bit. You could feel him slowly relax into your touch, loosening the tight grip he had on you.

The less stiff he got, the more confident he became in his movements; taking the lead and guiding you throughout the living room. Your laughs as he took exaggerative steps had enthralled him entirely, finding a certain comfort in the look on your face. The more he stared, the more details he found that he knew he’d hold onto for a while.

The hold you had on his heart could burst him in this moment. His smile only getting wider with every sway until it was a full-blown grin; a grin unlike one you had seen before. Your eyes fully captivating his own when you looked up, as if he was under an unbreakable spell. He couldn’t help but wonder if the stardust he saw in your irises were a trick of the mind or naturally placed there from the start, shining in fondness only for him.

You could have sworn the world beneath you disappeared, weightless and suspended in the air as he held onto you. Light as a feather, the tipsy feeling made your hold on him that much tighter. Yet when you looked down at your feet, they were still planted firmly on the ground. He couldn’t help but chuckle once you looked up, noticing the bit of confusion in your expression.

If looks could kill, his would be a warm, loving embrace. He looked at you like he couldn’t believe the person in front of him was real. The fondness and pure admiration were reflective glints that shined blindingly under your gaze. All he could really do was stare in awe.

“What? Do I have something in my teeth?” You tittered, hands moving to your face until he took a hold of them.

“No,” he chuckled, enjoying the shift in your expression. He took a deep breath, steadying himself before he spoke again, “Marry me.”

He couldn’t hold back a laugh at the way your eyes widened in shock, softening as he brought your hands up to his chest; feeling the way his heart rate increased. Looking into his eyes, there wasn’t a hint of waver or doubt. Only an open, loving gaze that held every bit of adoration he had.

“You’re teasing,” you said dubiously, laughing to distract from the growing blush on your face.

“I’m not,” he maintained, his thumb soothing over your knuckles before he brought them to his lips for a small press, “As much as I love teasing you, I’ve known I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you since we first met. Marry me?”

The response lodged in your throat, not wanting to disturb the still in the air. In this moment, the silence between you two filled with a mix of music, the sound of the city outside the open window, and the pungent affection that filled your heart to the brim. One sudden movement or sound, and it felt like it could crumble and disappear.

Yet you felt entirely elated, the smile on your face hurting your cheeks from how wide it stretched. If you could, you’d live in this moment forever. But spending the rest of your life with him seemed better. Gavin was never an ‘if’ or a ‘maybe,’ but an ‘always’ in your eyes, and he never gave you a reason to think he felt otherwise.

The curtains were drawn closed, but the morning sun still seeped through gaps, adding to the warmth that filled the room. The thin fabrics of your pajamas the only layer between the two of you, under heavy comforters that made you feel extra secure in his embrace. And the subtle sound of birds chirping mixed with your breathing the only sound he could focus on.

The still through his place was one he wasn’t used to. He never truly knew a lull like the one that filled the room on Sunday mornings until after the space you occupied in his heart became just a bit bigger every day. The reminder that he needed to take a breather once in a while with an annoying tease rested comfortably in his arms; always claiming he didn’t like the lazy nature of the act, but he’d be damned if he’d ever let go willingly.

He’d never admit it, but the groggy look in your eyes as you rubbed the sleep out of them with a deep yawn pulled on the already tight strings to his heart. Knowing he was the first thing you’d see in the morning brought on a calm that was entirely foreign. And the open, loving gaze as they adjusted to his own had him fighting back a wide grin.

“Marry me.”

More of a declaration than a question, he eyed you nonchalantly; as if he had said something so incredibly mundane and ordinary. The wide-eyed look you gave him didn’t seem to shake his confidence, only watching as you processed his words seemingly one at a time.

“What did you just say?” You asked, seeing no shift in his demeanor, tone, or way of speaking.

“I’m not going to repeat myself, I’m sure you heard me clear,” he maintained.

“I-I’m not sure I did because I thought that you had just asked me to marry you,” you stuttered, tripping over your own words and floundering under his piercing look. The entirely composed man showed no waver as he continued to watch.

“Please.”

He was never one to plea, but the sincerity in his tone stunned you. His hold around you shifted to your hand, bringing it up to his lips in a silent press along your knuckles. The deep and gentle reverence in his actions only added to the surrealism of this all. You half-expected a ‘dummy’ to be thrown in somewhere, but it never crossed the seam of his lips.

Instead, he seemed abnormally candid and eager. The rarest moment of baring his heart on his sleeve, awaiting and desperate for you to acknowledge that.

“Again.”

His head tilted questioningly, noticing the slight irate he fought back on his features, “What was that?”

“Ask again,” you said just above a whisper, shifting to get closer, “But make it softer.”

“Am I not being ’soft’ enough?”

“I just know you can be softer, I’ve seen it.”

He let out a deep sigh, holding you tighter to rest on his chest. You could hear his heart racing as if to get away from him, soothing your nerves with every thump. He may have acted vexed, but you could see the underlying delight at making him work.

Once you locked in his gaze, he only gave you a knowing look, the corners of his lips curling up slightly. Without a word, he leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to your forehead, light enough to barely feel it. His lips lingered over your skin, eyes closing shut as he took in your scent. A moment he needed, one to ground himself before he could speak again.

“I’m not good at expressing myself and you know that very well,” he said, “But you’re lucky that I would do anything for you.”

Your jaw slacked a bit to hear that; never had the words made their way out and hearing it aloud left you baffled. It showed in his every action, in every little thing he’d do that he claimed had nothing to do with you; and yet, he just confirmed that it did.

“I love you, more than I could ever show. There’s nothing I want more than to make you mine, once and for all,” he soothed, “So will you marry me?”

The words going through your mind couldn’t come out fast enough to form a cohesive sentence, instead staring at him, mouth agape as your face journey showed your process. All you could do was nod eagerly as you buried yourself into his neck, arms wrapping around him in a tight embrace, one he never wanted to loosen.

“Dummy,” he murmured as if you wouldn’t hear, chuckling as you pulled back to give him a look in faux shock.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to say that.”

“Which one? The proposal or ‘dummy’?”

The playful, small smile on his lips the entire time broke out into a grin.

“96 sheep…97 sheep…98 sheep…” his tired voice trailed every word right in your ear, a slight rasp to it. His hold on you tightened as he yawned, continuing his count.

“99 sheep,” he murmured, watching as his eyes closed on their own volition, “100 sheep…”

The deep sigh he let out tickled your neck, making you shiver in his warm embrace. His hold on you relaxed, sinking his head further into the pillow below him.

“Sleep…my little sheep…”

Even in the dark of the room, you could make out his handsome, chiseled features as he took deep and steady breaths. The serene look on his face brought a smile on your own as you reached to cup it. A warmth spread through you to see how tired he truly was, but how willing he was to help you rest through his own sleepy daze. Though instead of making you sleepy, it left you restless. Restless for him.

“Gavin?” You whispered after a few minutes of hearing his light snoring only to be met with no response.

“So you want to know what kind of man you are?” You asked, keeping that same hushed tone as you spoke, recalling his earlier questions. He didn’t so much as stir at your words.

“Reliable? I know I can always count on you for even the smallest thing. You’re always there for me,” you continued whispering, your hand on his cheek trailing down his neck, grazing over the scar with your fingertips.

“Do you make me feel safe? When I’m with you, in your arms like this, I don’t worry about a thing. Not when I feel so secure and protected by you, my guardian angel,” your last few words a slight tease, but still holding your sincere tone.

“And handsome? I think that’s the understatement of the year,” you laughed lightly, “Your outside reflects what’s in you, and it’s overwhelmingly beautiful. I really could stare at you all day and never tire of the sight.”

The weight of the day seemed to hit you all at once as you gazed at his calm face, yawning as you buried your head in his chest. His steady heartbeat lulled you into a warm comfort, closing your eyes to focus on it, enjoying the peace that filled the room.

“But most importantly, you’re the man I love with all my heart,” you murmured, eyeing him for a second before continuing, “And since you can’t hear me, you’re the man I see myself spending the rest of my life with.”

His shallow breathing hadn’t ceased for a moment, watching as his chest rose and fell steadily. It eased your mind a bit that he didn’t seem to hear you at all, sleeping right through your ramblings.

The absolute flushed look on your face is an expression Gavin could never tire of. The way your cheeks tinged in pink, stumbling between words for a response, and trying to cover your face only for him to hold your hands back; watching as you only grew redder. It all plucked at the strings to his heart and brought a contented smile to his face.

Finding some sort of retaliation always proved to be futile. He always held a solemn aura to him, an unbreakable and stoic layer. Any time you pulled him close to you, pressed your lips to his in a way that you hoped would knock the air out of him, and pulled back, you were only met with a small smile and no hint of sheepishness. And yet, he could do something as simple as kiss your cheek and it always gave him the reaction he wanted.

It left you pondering if the man truly had no bashful bone in his body. But you were determined to find a weak spot in him, to take down his resolve one way or another. Once you could get him alone, you had a plan ready to be set in motion.

And as he dragged you to his office with him after a long day of investigating, you knew you could proceed there. He’d be too drained to counter it, a less witty version of himself. You followed right behind as he walked over to his desk, empty and unused save for as a shelf when he’s away— which was daily. It was just the two of you in this empty office, looking around to see not a soul around to disturb.

“What?” he questioned, noticing as you looked around.

‘Perfect,’ you thought to yourself.

“Nothing, I just want to kiss you,” you chimed, feigning a reluctance to throw him off. You could see he was ready to tease you about your red cheeks, but he instead broke into a grin.

He leaned down expectantly, waiting for the press of your lips to his own as he pursed them only to feel you much lower than anticipated. His eyes practically shot open as your lips traced the taut lines of his neck, trailing kisses down until it was just above his collarbone. Before he could say anything, unsure if he could even find the words to speak, your tongue darted out, leaving an almost sloppy kiss and lightly sucking the damp skin underneath.

The lump in his throat bobbed visibly as you teased your teeth over his pulse, the lightest of sighs passing his lips. He could feel the teasing smirk on your lips against his skin, his own breaking into a small smile. You were sedulous in your actions, dedicated entirely to hearing the shaky breaths he was taking and he knew it.

His fingers carded through your hair, gripping lightly at the base as you continued your ministrations. He couldn’t help but hum in satisfaction as you bit down a little harsher, tongue swirling around the growing bruise to ease the pain. He didn’t even care about the evident mark that would raise questions later, he was entirely enamored by the way your mouth moved. It was tender and sensual, but it had the underlying passion to please he was always hungry for.

Your eyes flicked up to meet his, a lustful gaze glazing over his. But what truly had you excited was the tint on his cheeks.

“Aha! I knew I could get you to blu-“

Before you could finish your sentence, his lips crashed into yours fervently. The grip in your hair getting tighter with every little movement. It was like he was starved, completely deprived of you and he couldn’t get enough even if he tried. The moans you would let slip into his mouth he swallowed up, desperate to hear more as he continued.

His tongue swiped at the seam of your lips, plunging in once you granted him entrance. You could feel the heat on your cheeks increasing, defeating your original purpose but you couldn’t find it in you to break this.