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gogogodzilla · 8 months ago

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✧ 𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟙𝟚 : 𝐵𝑖𝑔 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 (𝑇𝑉 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑤) ✧

【 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡... 】

╰› 𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

╰› 〖 𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 〗: If there's one thing you know for certain about Big Brother, it's to expect the unexpected. You certainly didn't expect Gavin to put you on the block, and you certainly didn't expect to have to beg for his forgiveness

╰› 〖 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 〗 : nsfw 18+, inappropriate use of the HoH room, ye old missionary, clothed sex, orgasm denial if you squint, unprotected sex, pull out method, dirty talk, porn with plot, fingering, this is incredibly niche, shout out to all my dawgs at the crib

✧ 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑡𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑚.𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ✧ 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑜3 ✧ 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑝𝑎𝑑 ✧

The scalding studio lights of the Big Brother house buzz overhead as you watch Gavin at his place at the front of the table, nomination block in hand. Nerves prickle against your skin as you sink deeper into your chair, secretly wishing it’d swallow you whole.

You always thought that being in this house would be fun— a chance to play the game and maybe win big. Gavin, with his usual arrogance, had nominated you for eviction along with your closest ally. Your eyes met Connor’s across from the table, and he gave you a soft, pitying look as your portraits showed up on the wall.

The nomination ceremony adjourns, and your chair scrapes against the kitchen floor as you stand. A whirlwind of emotions surges through you, and you’re nearly on autopilot as your arms wrap around various houseguests.

You save Gavin for last, and time seems to slow as you meet his gaze. A week ago, you would’ve done anything for him. You were the first he ran to when he won Head of Household and the one he squeezed the tightest. That rush of exhilaration is long gone as he pulls you into a brief hug.

“Come talk to me later,” he whispers against the shell of your ear before releasing you.

Your gaze hardens as you push him away from you. You make your way to one of the bedrooms, sulking. You wrap your arms around yourself, letting out a shaky breath as your face crumples and warm tears make their way down your cheeks. You push the heel of your hand into your eyes willing the tears to stop.

Gavin’s been a wild card the entire season. His sharp tongue and overall unpleasant demeanor intimidates or pisses off most of the other house guests. Nevertheless, he draws you in. You, America’s sweetheart, find yourself watching him more closely as the weeks pass. You notice how the side of his mouth quirks up when he’s trying not to laugh at one of your jokes or the rare moments when his gaze lingers a bit too long.

The door to the bedroom you’d scurried off to clicks open, and you hurriedly wipe your face. Hank, one of the older houseguests you’d grown close to, enters the room, and his features soften as he meets your gaze.

“C’mere, kid,” he says as he steps forward and pulls you into a hug. “It’s nothing personal, you know that.”

You doubt that it isn’t personal with Gavin. Everything with him is personal, whether he means it to be or not. You’d spent countless nights whispering about anything and everything under the covers, sharing lingering glances that always had your cheeks flushing, and exchanging banter that walked the line between friendly and something more.

“Talk to him, kid,” Hank urges as he releases you. He squeezes your shoulders and you nod, steeling yourself.

You wonder if all those nights meant nothing. Maybe it’s just him playing the game and nothing more. The thought puts a bad taste in your mouth, and you frown.

Your heart races as you climb the stairs to the HoH room later that night after everyone else has gone to bed. You press the doorbell and stand outside the door, rocking on your feet as you wait for a response.

“Come in,” Gavin’s voice calls out.

You step inside to find him sprawled out on one of the couches, flipping through the various video feeds. The screen shows the angle outside of his room, but he quickly flicks to another camera.

“Here to plead your case, sweetheart?” he questions as he leans back against the couch.

You cross your arms, “Were you watching me?”

You mostly ask it to throw him off his game, and the few seconds of hesitation proved you’d succeeded.

He scoffs, “Don’t think so highly of yourself, sweetheart.”

“What the hell were you thinking?” you finally questioned after a few, grueling seconds of silence passed between you.

He sits up and chuckles. “It’s the game, sweetheart. I can’t go around choosing favorites, it’s not a good look for me.”

“Bullshit,” you shoot back, stepping closer. “We both know this is more than just gameplay.”

Gavin’s eyes narrow, but he stays silent.

“And to put me up against Connor of all people,” you continue. “You know we’ve been working together. Why in the hell would you put up someone willing to work with us.”

At the mention of Connor’s name, something flickers behind Gavin’s eyes— something angry and undeniably him. His lips press into a thin line, and when he speaks his tone is low and measured. “You’ve been spending so much time with him. What was I supposed to think?”

You throw your hands up in frustration. “This is Big Brother! Everyone spends time with everyone!”

“Save it, sweetheart,” he hisses, standing. He runs a hand through his hair, mumbling a curse under his breath. “Look, I get it, alright? You don’t owe me anything, and we’re just playing a game. But, imagine my surprise when the person I’ve been allied with for the past six weeks is cozying up to another dude. It doesn’t fucking feel great, sweetheart.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” you counter, taking another step closer. You’re practically nose to nose— you proclaiming your innocence and him declaring your guilt.

It’s his turn to throw his hands up. “Because I don’t know what we are! One minute we’re allies, the next we’re something more, then this week you pretend like I don’t exist,” he rants. “And maybe that was your plan all along, messing with my head and then leaving me high and dry.”

“You’re my number one in this game. No one else,” you assert with a tone of finality.

You go to take a step away, but he grabs your arms, pulling you back. Before you can ask him what the hell he’s doing, his lips are crashing into yours. The kiss is as furious as it is desperate, all the frustration and longing mingling into a singular frenzy. It isn’t soft or tender— it’s raw, spurned on by every stolen glance, argument, and every second where the lines between friendship and something dangerous blurred.

You press yourself against him, tangling your fingers into his shirt. You could easily get lost in him and forget all about the anger that consumed you mere moments ago. His fingertips dig into your waist, almost as if he’s scared that if he lets you go you won’t come back to him.

The need for air becomes too great, and you reluctantly pull away. The myriads of thoughts racing through your mind makes it difficult to concentrate on anything but the steady beat of his heart against the palm of your hand.

Gavin’s eyes are dark with need as his eyes lock onto yours. “You drive me insane, sweetheart,” he mutters, voice low.

“Maybe you needed to go a little insane,” you tease, grinning.

He chuckles and his grip on your hips tightens as he backs you toward the HoH bed. The backs of your legs hit the mattress and you tumble onto it. Gavin follows you down, his lips finding yours in a kiss that leaves no doubt about what he wants.

The weight of his body presses against yours, and his hands roam up your sides. Your breaths mingle as he pulls away to kiss down your neck. His tongue grazes over your pulse point and you tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging lightly.

His stubble tickles against your cheek, and you briefly wonder how it’d feel against your inner thighs as Gavin showed you just how sorry he was. The thought causes a shiver of pleasure to run down your spine.

“Under… the covers,” you instruct through soft moans as Gavin’s lips dance across your jawline. It sounds more like a desperate plea falling from your lips, but Gavin does as you say, maneuvering the both of you under the thin comforter.

Under the solace of the blanket, you can touch Gavin however you want without the nagging embarrassment of being caught on camera. You definitely don’t want the events of the next ten minutes available to thousands of people to see.

Gavin’s touches become more and more adventurous, kneading and stroking any exposed flesh he could reach. Your fingers slide under the hem of his shirt, slowly nudging the fabric up his abdomen. His muscles jump under your touch, and he pauses long enough to remove the offending fabric before returning to your lips.

The newly exposed skin is tantalizing, and your fingers dance across the bare skin of his ribs. His lips meet yours as he slides a hand up your thigh and under the waistband of your sleep shorts. His fingertips brush against your clothed core, and your hips rut against him.

You gasp against his lips as he teases you through your underwear, and he seizes the opportunity to explore your mouth with his tongue. Your quiet moans quickly turn into pathetic pleas as you beg him to just fucking touch you.

His free hand reaches under your shirt and kneads your breast. He rolls your nipple between two of her fingers, and you arch against him.

“Don’t make me beg,” you breathe as you reach up and tug on the hair at the nape of his neck.

He hums, looking down at you in feigned pity, “But you sound so pretty when you’re desperate.”

His words make you flush, but you can’t deny it. Nonetheless, Gavin indulges you, and he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your sleep shorts and tugs them down your legs. You kick them to the side, and Gavin situates himself between your thighs. He runs his hands over your inner thighs before pulling your underwear to the side. He swipes a finger through your dripping folds, collecting your arousal onto his fingertips. He circles your clit before dipping down to tease your entrance.

He sinks a finger into your core, pumping it a few times. A breathy moan escapes you as he takes his time with you. Who’s driving who insane now?

His finger is quickly joined by another one, and a needy whimper leaves you. He palms himself through his sweatpants, the notable tent rubbing against your thigh. He watches as your greedy pussy swallows his fingers, and he extends his thumb to rub against your clit.

Your release is dangerously close, and your walls flutter against Gavin’s fingers. He pants as he continues to drive his fingers into your seeping core.

You’re this close to finding heaven in the palm of his hand before he removes his fingers. The whine that leaves you is borderline pathetic.

“Gav,” you mewl, tears of frustration dotting the corners of your eyes.

He clicks his tongue before rubbing a soothing hand over your thigh. “Patience, sweetheart. You’ll be cumming all over my cock soon enough.”

He slips his fingers into his mouth, groaning at the taste of you. He removes his fingers and slips his hand past the waistband of his sweatpants, freeing his cock from its confines. Your breath catches in your throat as you watch him stroke himself a few times.

He pulls your underwear to the side once again and slides his length through your folds. He teases your entrance before sliding up and against your clit. You wrap your arms around him, your nails digging into his shoulder blades, attempting to get him to move.

Slowly, he pushes inside of you, and your eyebrows knit together as you focus on taking all of him. You moan in unison as he bottoms out. Your breathing is ragged as he pauses, allowing you to adjust to his size.

“Fuck... You’re so tight, sweetheart” Gavin breathes against the shell of your ear. “Been a while since anyone fucked this pretty pussy?”

You nod mindlessly, too occupied with the way he’s stretching just right. He rocks against you, pulling out a little more with each drag of his hips.

Gavin’s arms are on either side of your head, supporting his weight above you as he ruts into your dripping core. It’s difficult to tell where he begins and you end. He leans down to kiss you; it’s messy and hard, a mix of teeth and tongue clashing together.

He hits the deepest parts of you that you didn’t even know existed. He swallows each of your moans with a fervent kiss, acutely aware of how thin the walls are. You briefly wonder if the other houseguest can hear the sounds of skin slapping against skin, but he’s fucking you too good for you to care.

Gavin’s hand snakes down between you to rub hasty circles against your clit. He leaves wet, sloppy kisses against the column of your throat, nipping and sucking at the skin there. Your nails rake down the soft flesh of his back, and his muscles flex under your touch.

“Feel so fucking good, sweetheart,” he says, his words slurring together as his hips stutter against yours.

You pull him closer and arch your back as you cum around his cock. His name graces your lips as you throw your head back against the pillow. Gavin whines against the crook of your neck as he helps you ride out your high.

His hips falter as he approaches his high. He pulls out of you and rapidly strokes his cock, his eyes screwed shut and head leaned back. His release coats your stomach as he cums with a strangled groan.

You pant, attempting to catch your breath. Gavin leans down and rests his head against your shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss there.

His lips meet yours and it’s much more tender than the ones you shared just moments ago. You run a hand through his hair, pulling him closer.

He pulls away and tucks his softening cock back into his sweatpants. You drag your finger along your abdomen, scooping up his release and sliding it into your mouth. He lets out a groan as he watches you.

You grin, “Does this mean you’re gonna take me off the block?”

Gavin laughs and runs a hand through his hair. “It was stupid of me to put you up in the first place. I’m gonna make it right, sweetheart.”

You capture his lips in a final kiss.

“This was a good place to start.”

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