Mr. Love: Queen's Choice One Shots

Gavin: Nightmares

⚠️ WARNING: Depicts memories of rape and involves heavy sexual content.
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(Your P.O.V.)
You're mine.
    I awoke with a start, sweat dripping down my body. I touched my chest, feeling my heart beating out of my chest. I could still feel his grimy hands touching my body, his eyes glaring daggers at me... the thoughts and memories made me tremble.
    There was a soft knock on the door. I turned over and flipped on the light. "Come in." I watched as Gavin poked his head into the room. Upon seeing the thrown around sheets, he strode in, a white tank top and black sweatpants on his muscular body. He brushed a hand through his hair.
    "Did you have a nightmare?" he asked.
    I could only nod. "I didn't mean to wake you up."
    Gavin sat on the edge of the bed, taking my hand in his. "You didn't wake me up, (your name)." He looked into my eyes and frowned. "You're crying." He reached out, and I ducked, my mind still frightened from the dream. He stopped. "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you..."
    When I heard the slight hurt in his voice, I felt guilty. "I-I'm sorry. This nightmare...it's been haunting me for years."
    Gavin scooted closer to me. He gently took my head and rested it on his shoulder. He stroked my hair gently, looking towards the door. "I'm here to protect you. I will never let you get hurt like that again. I promise."
    I buried my face into Gavin's shirt. The smell of his body wash calmed me. Gavin blushed and gently tilted my chin up, making me look into his caramel eyes. He brought my face close, and I felt his soft, thin lips on mine. Fear crept up in my throat, but I forced myself to stay silent. I was safe with Gavin. I could trust him.
    I felt him slip his tongue between my lips, and I inhaled sharply. He had been passionate before, but this felt...different. Lustful. H gripped his arm tightly as he softly touched my tongue with his, his body shifting slightly. Without breaking the kiss, he laid me down on the bed.
    I knew what to do. Play along and let the man do whatever he wanted. Wasn't that what the man who raped me taught me? Just do what the man wants and leave. The sooner the better. I reached out and touched Gavin's shorts, making him gasp and break the kiss. He grabbed my hand roughly, but not hard enough to hurt me.
    "Stop," he rasped, his voice husky.
    "What?"
    His eyes were shining. "I don't want you to please me. This"—he motioned with his hand at both of us—"this is going to be slow and beautiful. It isn't going to be what you experienced."
    My eyes widened, knowing what Gavin was about to do. As much as my body screamed at wanting it, I felt a sick twist of guilt. The man's words came back to me. You're my little slut, wanting something so horrible. Gavin could feel me panicking and held me close, kissing away a tear that was trickling down my cheek.
    "You're not bad for wanting this," Gavin whispered against my neck, as if he had read my mind. I gently touched his hair as he kissed my neck, biting it gently. "Just focus on me and my voice. Don't retreat into your mind or memories. Focus on me. Because all I'll be thinking about is you."
    My breath hitched as I felt his hand travel up my shirt. "Ga—" He cut me off with his lips. I felt his hand touch my breast, his fingers as light as feathers. He kissed my jaw, gently touching me. I covered my mouth with the back of my hand. His breath was hot against my clammy skin.
    "I'll be gentle," he whispered, gently taking my hand in his. "I won't hurt you."
    He raised my shirt and took it off. I reflexively covered my chest, but he gently removed my arms and put them by the sides of my head. He kissed my collarbone, his chestnut hair partly covering his eyes.  He kissed down my sternum in between my breasts, then gently gripped my breast and began to suck on my nipple. I covered my mouth, a tear running down my face. He was being so gentle, but all I could think about what being back in that damp warehouse with that strange man...
    Gavin came up for air. He looked me in the eyes and saw my fear. He sighed and frowned, stopping. I shook with such a force that the bed squeaked. "I'll stop," he panted. "I'm sorry. I guess I got carried away..."
    I shook my head, a sudden longing for his touch coming over me. "Gavin, keep going. Please. I want to show you my love. I want to be able to get over my fear. Please, keep going."
    Gavin looked at me uncertainly. "Are you sure?"
    I nodded.
    Gavin smiled shyly. He continued his previous actions. I looked at the ceiling, fighting the urge to flee. I had to be brave, not just for him, but for myself, too. I felt Gavin touch the waistband of my shorts, and I whimpered. He slipped his hand down them and into my panties, touching my womanhood. I cried out, grabbing onto him. I shook, the feeling scaring me.
    "Look at me," Gavin whispered, kissing my neck and sensing my fear. "Focus on me, (your name)."
    I buried my face into the crook of his neck as he slowly began to insert a finger. I was grabbing onto him for dear life, my nails digging into his flesh. A wave of pleasure pulsated through me. I gently thrust my hips into his finger, and he paused, looking at me. I blushed and looked away. He smiled and gently tilted my head back to him. He kissed me passionately as he began to pump his finger in and out.
    "G-Gavin," I whispered, my heartbeat running wild. It felt like I had just run a marathon.
    I felt Gavin slip another finger into me. He kissed my body with adoration, his eyes shining like the stars. This man above me was deeply in love with me. He wanted to protect me, even at the cost of his life. He had saved my life countless times.
    He lifted my hips and slipped off my shorts and panties, completely exposing me to him. He ran his hands up and down my sides, tickling me unintentionally. His fingers were fire, his touch scorching me. He ran his hand up and down my torso, his kisses leaving marks on my body.
    "You're so gorgeous," Gavin whispered. "My God, I'm so in love with you."
    I could feel the memories crawling back. I forced myself to focus on Gavin, who was busying himself pleasing me. He paused momentarily to remove his tank top and sweatpants so that he too was entirely naked. He threw both aside and kissed me on the lips, sweeping me into his arms. I was almost in his lap, my hands holding onto his back. He kissed my shoulder, panting heavily. I could feel the need radiating off of him. I touched the numerous scars on his chest and torso, feeling his chiseled abs.
    My eyes slowly drifted down to his member, which was standing upright. A wave of memories hit me, shaking me to the core. I backed up slightly. Gavin noticed me retreating and held me close.
    "Hey, stay with me," he whispered, touching my hair gently. "Focus on me." He laid me down, gently taking my hand in his. "Are you ready? We can stop now, if you need."
    I shook my head and forced the bile rising in my throat down. I watch as Gavin grabbed himself and positioned it between my legs. He gently inserted the tip, making me hiss in pain. He stroked my face, wiping away my tears. He slowly pushed more of himself into me, filling me up. I bit my lip and tried not to scream. The fear, the pain, the memories...they slowly crept up on me.
    "Hey," Gavin whispered through panting. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against mine, trying to calm me down. "You're doing such a good job. I'm almost in. Just relax and focus on me." There was a few more seconds of silence. "Okay, I'm in. Are you okay?"
    I nodded weakly. "Y-You can move."
    Gavin raised his eyebrows. "So soon? Let yourself adjust." He waited slightly before gently pulling some of himself out and pushing back in. I grabbed onto him for dear life, a tear falling from my eye. "I'm here. You're doing good."
    Gavin lowered his body against mine. He pulled out and thrust back in, making me cry out. He held me close, keeping his skin inches from mine. Sweat dripped down his body, the droplets shining in the light. He looked gorgeous, his hair slightly matted and his eyes focused only on me. I reached out and touched his face, making sure he was real.
    "You're so beautiful," Gavin panted. "You feel incredible." He kissed my lips. "I'm going to move a little faster. Are you doing okay?"
    I nodded. He smiled and began to thrust faster. I clawed at his back, intoxicated with his scent. My heartbeat was off the charts, my limbs shaking with effort. I couldn't tell where my flesh ended and his began. He fit me like a missing piece. He was right; this was beautiful and nothing like what I had experienced.
    "G-Gavin!" I cried out as he began thrusting harder. He hit my spot continuously, making my stomach curl. "I-I'm gonna cum!"
    Gavin groaned and held me close. "Together now."
    A few more seconds passed. I shattered, releasing myself. Gavin held me close and climaxed. I could feel him filling me up. We stilled for a few more seconds before breathing again, panting in unison. He fell forward slightly, laying me down gently. He kissed my flushed cheeks and nuzzled close to me.
    "You did so well," he whispered. "I'm so proud of you, (your name). I love you."
    I held him close. "Thank you. I love you too, Gavin..."
    I closed my eyes, my energy spent.
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A little bit of a long one, but most sexual encounters I write tend to be detailed. I really hope you enjoyed this! Next time, I'm writing one for Kiro. Not specifically a sexual encounter, but a one shot about you and him.
See you all soon!