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enchantedflameandflower · 8 months ago

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Gavin (Karl Urban) x reader! 18+

We have smut! 18+ nsfw for Karl Urban’s big strong hands and fingers driving you crazy…

Alone and in Gavin’s arms with barely anything between you, you decide you’re ready to live again.

co-written with CheshireCatSmile

So so sorry for the delay, November was rough. But hopefully the wait is worth it! ❤️

direct link to part 1

part 8

At some point you must have fallen into a deep sleep, because the next thing you know some dark nightmare is overtaking you, but immediately you can feel Gavin trying to pull you out of it.

"I've got you sweetheart. You're safe,” he murmurs low against the shell of your ear. You reach for that sound, for him, like you’re trying to pull yourself out of some deep hole.

He pulls you closer and a little whimper escapes your lips, your body jerking fully awake as your subconscious thinks you’re being hurt but it only takes a moment to realize you’re safe. You take a deep breath, trying to slow your heart pounding and you feel a tear roll down your cheek.

"Oh sweetheart…” he whispers, his voice gruff. “What did that bastard do to you?" Gavin pulls you even closer, gently wiping your tears away with his thumb and tenderly pressing a kiss to your temple. He carefully brushes your disheveled hair back from your face, concern and a low smoldering anger for not being able to go back and protect you from earlier hurt in his dark eyes.

You shake your head. “No, I’m sorry. It’s in the past. I just, sometimes the nightmares…when I’m in a new place or…I’m sorry to wake you up Gavin.” You are sorry but you can’t help to think it feels so good to not wake up alone after a nightmare for once.

"You have nothin’ to apologize for,” he answers, his voice quiet. “I'm glad I'm here and you're not alone. I promise I'll do my best to keep you safe." He strokes your hair gently as you curl into his body.

“I know…” you murmur. You snuggle closer to him and suddenly remember he’s only in that tank top and his boxers but it feels natural, it feels good. You press close to his chest and let yourself trace the muscles on his shoulder and his arm.

His own large warm hand slips down to rub your back, so strong yet so comforting and soothing.

“That feels so good Gavin,” you whisper. “I’ve never felt this way with anyone else.”

"I...I haven't either, sweetheart. It...it feels like I'm comin’ home but leapin’ off a cliff at the same time," he says, that hint of wonder coloring his voice.

You want to believe him so much. You press your face in closer to his chest, inhaling his scent and rubbing your cold nose against his skin, then let your fingers drift up and down his muscled arm, over his collarbone then back to his shoulder.

"Your little hands are so soft," he husks. “They feel so good...” He inhales, nose ruffling your hair. "And you always smell like a meadow in springtime."

“Mmmmm…” you can feel yourself starting to relax again, filled with warmth but also a heady need that seems to be growing by the minute.

Together you both drift for awhile, with soft and lingering touches. He’s nuzzling at your neck, nose buried in your hair. His breath is soft and warm on your skin. The rain is still falling steadily drumming on the roof but you’re cozy and warm.

As his lazy nuzzles continue, the heat he ignited just builds inside of you until you know you need more. Letting your hand slip under his tank top, you trace the lines on his flat stomach, feeling the muscle and the hot skin and it makes little tingles of pleasure start to come to life within you. You purr softly, a little low from the remnants of sleep, “Gavin…” you hum his name.

"You should try to get some more rest,” he responds, but you can hear the husk in his voice. He wants this just as much as you do.

Something blossoms inside of you then, some lovely, bright fire and all you can think is that you want to live. You’re so tired of keeping everything buried, of always being on guard and you’re tired of the worry. You want to feel something else.

You shift lazily against his body, giving another soft purr and let your hand slide further up under his tank top to touch his bare chest, muscled and tickly with masculine hair. “I’m not tired…”

He dips his head closer and brushes his mouth against your neck, his fingers tightening on your waist. “There's such a soft sweetness about you. I can’t get enough.”

You tilt your head for him and arch closer, to feel more of him, but he pulls back just a fraction to look at you.

"I...I hope you don't think I planned on this comin’ up here. I just...I feel so drawn to you." His big hand rubs at your back, smoothing over your skin leaving warmth in its wake.

You shake your head as he bends back down to nip along your neck some more. “I know you didn’t.”

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, his hot mouth against your throat.

You can’t help yourself and you let your fingers brush across his flat nipple to see his reaction. At the hitch in his breath, you almost moan but you’re trying not to get too carried away, too fast. Still… “I’ve never felt anything this good, Gavin…” you whisper and you drag your toes up the back of his calf.

"I know it may seem cliché...but I feel the same," he says with a gruffer huskiness edging into his voice. He lets his hand settle down on your hip, a warm lovely weight.

You shift against his body, letting your hand drift down to his stomach again, dragging your nails over his belly. You can’t get enough of touching him and you know you’re teasing.

A low rumble rolls through his chest and he finally leans in to kiss you, hot tongue sliding over your lower lip then in over your own tongue swirling to capture it.

You whimper desperately into his mouth and press your breasts to his chest, only your thin t-shirt and his tank top between you. His hand slips under the hem to touch your waist and he drags his work-calloused fingers over your bare skin leaving tingles in their wake as his kiss becomes possessive.

You let your own fingers slide through the dusting of hair on his muscled chest and arch into him, moaning softly as his tongue plays across yours.

Gavin pulls back slowly from the kiss and looks into your eyes. His are pools of swirling emotion and warm with the heat of desire. "I'm not going to lie, I want to touch you very much right now, sweetheart...but I don't want to push you into anything you're not ready for. Especially when we're workin’ together. "

“Gavin…” you whisper completely breathless, practically begging. You need this. His body is so big and warm and hard against yours, it feels like he could give you everything you need, protect you against anything. “I don’t want to stop.”

He looks deep into your eyes and he must see how sure you are because he leans in immediately and presses hot kisses along your jawline to your throat working his way down to your pulse where he bites very softly.

You moan when he nips again and you’re filled with want. His fingers move just a little higher up your side and you wriggle impatiently.

Slowly, he traces a finger over the lower curve of your breast under your t-shirt then looks in your eyes before he deftly skims it up and off. His dark hazel eyes roam slowly over your full breasts as though he is committing them to memory. Then he lowers his head to place a perfect kiss on your taut nipple as you watch. His mouth is intoxicating.

You gasp his name as pleasure sparks like lightning inside you, and your body surges toward him, as if pleading for more. His eyes are so dark and so full of affection you feel like your heart will burst.

He rumbles his approval at your eager response and slowly closes his lips over your nipple and areola and begins to suckle, gently at first as he glances up at you and then more avidly as he sees your pleasure.

Your eyes flutter closed as you focus on the way he feels, his mouth and his tongue and the stubble on his jaw. You slip your hands around to his lower back, exploring every inch of his warm firm smooth skin. Then you think about how good he looks in those snug jeans and you slide your hands down to his firm ass.

He glances up at you again smiling against your breast then swirls his tongue artfully around your nipple sending delicious sensations all through you. His big hand comes up to cup your breast and the wanton desire in his eyes makes you shiver. You squeeze his ass over the soft cotton of his boxers and hum in bliss.

Gavin moans around your nipple in his mouth then kneads your breast gently as he suckles. His lips firm to pluck your tight nipple sending more pleasure flooding to your center.

Wrapping your leg over his, you arch and squirm against him, threading your fingers through his hair as he continues to make you whimper.

He drags his warm moist lips across to your other breast and trails his strong hand down your side.

“Gavin…” you moan his name again, overwhelmed with sensation. “It’s been so long…since I’ve let anyone touch me. So good…”

"I'm glad it's me, sweetheart." He gets the hint and finally slides his fingers beneath the waistband of your underwear to dip into your folds and rumbles in pleasure when he feels how wet you already are for him.

His rumble is deep and low and it makes you whimper desperately as you feel his chest vibrate. You toss your head back as he so lightly brushes his fingertips over your clit and you feel another gush of wetness.

He moves quickly then, tugging your underwear down over your hips and helping you skim them down your legs and off, then brings his fingers up to feather over your folds again.

“Oh…” you gasp and bite your lip as another wave of heated pleasure rushes through you. “Wait,” you manage to say… “will you take your shirt off?”

He chuckles, clearly pleased, then tugs it over his head.

You smile at him but your breath catches as he presses close, skin on hot skin. You can feel your heart start to race, both from needy anticipation and maybe a dash of anxiousness and you catch his dark hazel eyes in the dim light.

They glitter with warmth and care and desire all mixed together and it speaks to something deep within you...like some long forgotten magic come to life. He smiles back at you then slowly leans in for another kiss.

You open for him immediately, playing your tongue softly over his and moaning in a way that makes you sound needy and wanton. Your arms slide around his muscled shoulders and you tug him closer, pushing any lingering nervousness away.

His tongue swirls around yours in possession and promise as his large warm hand smooths down over your back and presses you closer to his body still. You can feel his length, hot and heavy between you through the cotton of his boxers.

You gasp his name when he lets you up to breath, then his hand is slipping between you again, his fingers brushing against your center and without thinking you press your thighs further apart for him, your body knowing what it needs.

He slides his fingers in, feeling the slickness again and he moans deep in his chest then drags his fingertips lightly through your folds until he touches perfectly where you’re throbbing for him.

His caloused fingertip gently circles your clit and you can’t stop yourself from crying out, overwhelmed with the immediate rush of heady pleasure.

"That's my good girl," he murmurs low and husky. He applies a little more pressure, circles just a little faster…

When he calls you his girl a new shiver of desire streaks through you. His tenderness and thoroughness is taking you to heights you’ve never felt before. “Gavin,” you moan his name, meaning to tell him you want to do something for him too, but you’re so flooded with pleasure and you can’t think, your hand just traveling desperately over his hard body.

But he shakes his head, knowing somehow. “I want to do this for you,” he murmurs his voice husky.

He continues his perfect slick circles with the tips of his fingers as he listens for the little sounds of pleasure you're making then slows down just a little to draw out the pleasure.

Your entire body shudders as he keeps you on the edge; you feel like you’re floating but desperate to crash and feel it all. You manage to let your eyes flutter open and you catch his gaze, so heated and intense. You moan, begging wordlessly.

His eyes smolder as he watches you, artfully keeping you balanced just short of what you need to come until you can barely stand it - then finally tipping you over the edge to soar.

“Gav-“ you cry out, your voice breaking as your climax fully crashes over you. You toss your head back as the waves of pleasure rush through you, overwhelming and euphoric. All you can do is gasp and whimper and cling to him.

When he senses you’ve taken as much as you can, he cups your center softly in his big palm and cradles you against him. His warm soft lips press against your forehead in a tender kiss.

You feel good, overwhelmed with goodness, but you need to see him, need to see his eyes, need him. You thread your shaky hand through his hair tilting your head up so you can look at him even though you haven’t yet caught your breath.

His eyes are full of warmth and tenderness as he watches over you yet still filled with a simmering desire.

“Gavin…” you murmur. “I -“ but you can’t even think, still flying on the currents of the orgasm he gave you.

"It's alright sweetheart. Just let me hold you awhile." He tightens his arms around you, nestling you safely against his chest.

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