Let Me Keep You Warm - (A Gideon Graves X Therian(Cat)!Reader Fanfic)

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The night was cold. It wasn't the best day out for you or your sneezing fits. Fortunatley for you, your boyfriend was only 5 minutes away. He made sure to buy your favorite snacks, or at least thats what his texts read. You sigh, setting down your phone on the table infront of you. It's the same table thats holding your tissues and tea or coffee.

The door clicks open. And your head shots up. Your low iron quickly reminds you to slow the fuck down, which you oblige and lay back down. The soft cusion of the pillow hits your head first. It's comfoy, but toxicating. Aswell as the smell of the muffins Gideon must have gotten you. It's that fucking blueberry muffins you always get on your birthday, and he got them. He, the same boyfriend who is setting the muffins on the counter, got you your most prized bakery dish.

"Hey, kitty.." His voice is soft. It's like butter on a steel pan, always smooth. And making you blush all the time. You feel his body shift the couch when he sits. As well as his hand on your thigh. "I was thinking about you at work today." He lets out a soft chuckle, that shows the soft side of your boyfriend.

His hand moves up to the crown of your head. Tracing where he'd place his queen's tiara. You were his in his possession, put on a petestole. That he'd break, always a tease. He's yours. But your his. And he'll make sure you understand that. 

You lift up slowly and softly, falling into your boyfriend's arms. He's  taken aback when the weight of you is placed onto him. That of he calms, letting you sink into his comfort. His left hand traces down your left arm, grabbing ever so lightly on your wrist. Lifting it up like a glass doll. His touch was always slow and soft. Though, don't test Gideon. He'll be rough.

You let out a shakey breath, trying to set your body into him. Before your back could hit Gideon's chest, he stops you. What an asshole. You're sick, sad, and want to just cuddle a bit. Is that too much to ask? For Gideon, unfortunately, it is. "Mm-mm.." His head nuzzles into the back crook of your neck. Slowly shaking no's.

You huff, not enjoying the teasing. "I want to just be with my boyfriend, y'know." Your voice is the opposite from Gideon's. It's a bit rough, due to coughing a lot. "I know." He sighs into your neck, planting a soft kiss. You roll your eyes. Knowing the smirk on his face is there. You know it is.

Gideon's right hand pulls your other arm up, crasing both of your wrists with one of his hands. The now free left hand traces your sides. You lean back into the touch, sighing. Gideon's kisses turn rougher each time, each begging for attention. You feel your body shake in reply. And the smirk growing on his dumbass face. The same face that is kissing your neck.

But he begins biting. And licking the small marks after. His grasp forces your arms to stay in-between your thighs, telling you to stay down. Allow him to make you feel good. To keep you safe from the outside world, the cruel-cruel world. That is also playing a role or influence on him. Since he's mixing your feelings in a brew of lust and coyness.

Gideon lets out a deep chuckle. One that's full of sarcasm."Stop squirming so much, Kitty.." You swear he growled out that nickname, you know it. And thats what's makking your insides warm. Always making you all flustered, out in public or at home with Gideon. He's always either seeking attention or playing your coy like a game of hokey. He has that grasp on you. As well as your wrists.

He does let them go. But guides them to the spots beside your tangled bodies, sitting them down lightly against the fabric. The fabric of the couch spent time on before. Gideon moves to your chest, slowly pulling you down into his chest. Your head falls back. Knowing he's calmed down now.

Or atleast thats what you thought.

He leans down slightly again, whispering in your ear. "I'm going to keep you warm. So purr for me kitty.~" You let out another shakey breath. That is also hastey. This man, who is supposedly your boyfriend, loves the sound of your helpleness. Loving the small sounds you make. So much that his leg is slowly jumping up and down. You cuss, "G-Gideon-"  Your breathing quickens. Earning for more.

"Purr, baby. C'mon.." He's teasing you. And you.. love it. You allow yourself to ease into his commands. Soft purring escaping your lips. Gideon laughs quietly against your neck, and he goes back to kissing your neck. Biting, licking, or kissing and sucking. It's all too much, but so fucking good. Your jaw clenches. And you make this weird whine mixed with a content purr of pleasure. 

You know he enjoys that. You can feel the rock underneath you. He's definitely enjoying this. Gideon lets out a soft groan, "Fuck....you don't even know what your doing to me.." He's hastey. And you know it. Your hands grip the fabric, wanting more of him. His leg speeds up slightly. That hits your breaking point. You whine out, practically screaming Gideon's name.

The room is silent again. You feel the headache being replaced with your pleasured self. Gideon's leg slows down, eventually stopping. Your still breathing heavily, as well as your boyfriend. However that calms. Allowing you to turn around and sit comfortably on his lap. Your arms wrap around his sides, nuzzling the spot underneath his chin and right above his adam's apple.

Gideon sighs, allowing his fingers to trace the hem of your pants. Slowly massaging your sides. You let out another purr, moving your arms to tie around his neck. Your hands run through the back of his head. Hearing him let out another breath. This is the things you liked about the relationship. No agruments. No selfishness. Or rude words.

Just you and him.

Sitting, tangled, in each others love.

But, unfortunatley, he wasn't done. You feel Gideon's hands grip your sides roughly. You stop your movements, listening. You can tell he's either upset or annoyed. His hand's grip softens, and he whispers in your ear. "Let me keep you warm." Oh it's going to be a rough night tonight..