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thecreelhouse · 4 months

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part time soulmate, full time problem

Paring: Gator Tillman x Alt Fem!Reader (she/her pronouns) || MDNI!

Summary: Still snowed in, you and Gator try to make the best of this unplanned Christmas together.

Word count: 7.1k+

CW/Tags: rough sex, discussing/exploring kinks, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), cockwarming, brat/brat tamer dynamic, dom/sub dynamic, some femdom (if you squint), sub-drop, christmas fluff, hurt/comfort, aftercare

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A/N: apologies for taking up the tags!! I wanted to have this chapter out for christmas, but clearly I’m a little late lol. Still hope y’all enjoy it though!! And hope y’all had a lovely holiday weekend however you spent it <3

Day 5

When you wake up, it’s completely dark, and the bed feels… odd. You panic a little, sitting up fast as you try forcing your eyes to get used to the darkness around you. Your hands pat the bed around you, trying to find your phone to check the time, when you accidentally hit something.

“Ow… do ya’ mind?”

Or someone.

The previous night begins replaying in your head, catching you up to speed— you recall the sexual tension not only breaking but finally pushing the both of you to and over the edge. It’s not like there was a friendship to really ruin, but whatever the two of you had before wasn’t something you could return to.

“Y’good?” Gator’s voice breaks your thoughts; he sounds half asleep with a gravelly voice as he leans up, reaching over to you. His hand falls on your thigh, and the movement startles you, unable to see in the dark still.

You have so many questions bouncing around your head, unsure which one to pick to start. Without much thought, your hand gravitates to his on your leg, lazily grabbing it.

“We’re …. in your room?”

“Mhm,” His other arm finds you, clumsily trying to wrap his arms around your waist. It’s a goofy position, with you sitting up in bed, and Gator still laying down, hanging onto you like a koala.

“When did we go to sleep?”

Gator chuckles, muffled by the pillow his face is still buried in.

“Did I really fuck ya’ that hard that you don’t remember?”

“Ha-ha, very funny.” You finally find your phone, reading the time as 4:23 a.m. “Why the fuck am I awake?” A chill passes over your skin, prickling goosebumps along every inch of your body. You tense up. “Gator… did the power go out again? Is that why it’s so dark?”

“I mean… it’s four in the morning. That might have somethin’ to do with it.” He teases, and you roll your eyes, but it’s not like he can see. He’s gently pulling at you, trying to get you to lay back down. “Think it did go out, though. C’mere, I can feel ya’ shakin’.”

You slide back under the covers, and as you wrap yourself around Gator, you realize you’re both naked. “Jesus, no wonder why I’m fucking cold. I need sweats or somethin’—“

Gator’s grip tightens a little. It’s not uncomfortable, but it’s definitely something you’ll have to get used to.

“Stay. I’ll warm ya’ up.”

“Okay, yeah, you’re warm, but I need, like… ten more blankets.”

“You’ll be okay, promise.” His voice is still low, filled with sleep, but there’s a playfulness woven within his words.

“What if I froze to death like… right now.” You joke, and he breathes a laugh, shifting around next to you.

“You won’t.” He slides under the covers, but you pay no mind to that.

“I could.”

“Christ, you never shut up, do you?”

You hadn’t even realized how much Gator had moved until he lightly bit the inside of your thigh. You jump and yelp, not expecting the sensation.

“You’re gonna knee me in the face—“ Gator grumbles, maneuvering under the covers to position himself between your legs; his hands hold your legs down roughly. “Stay.”

“M’not a dog, Gator.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” His breath is warm as it fans out across your core. You shiver, trying your best to stay still. “Dogs are more well behaved than you.”

“Okay, rude!” You’re about to go off on a tangent when his mouth meets your skin, giving your core an open mouthed kiss. “Oh m’god—“

Gator tilts his face upward, tongue trailing his motion while his nose brushes against your sensitive nub. You jump again, still sensitive from hours ago.

“Would it be better if I cuffed you again?” He’s talking against your folds, and the vibrations of his words make you whimper. “Yeah? Sounded like a yes.”

“N- no— I mean I- I like it, but I-“ Gator’s arms hook under your legs, pulling you as close to his face as possible before he continues. “But I— not now. I’ll stay st- still.”

He’s taking his time, tongue soft and movements slow, every so often sucking on your swollen clit. A high pitched whine leaves your lips while a hand dives under the covers, reaching to tug his hair. Gator groans into you at the action.

“Good girl.”

Those two words used as a praise from your ex-best friend-turned-enemy-turned-fuck-buddy make your mind melt.

Is that what we are now?

That’s not as mind melting as his thick, long fingers enter you, two without warning. With how turned on you are, though, they slide in with ease. His tongue keeps a steady, agonizingly slow pace on your clit, pausing to tease, “How’s a bitter brat like you taste so sweet, huh?”

Your breaths are shallow and whiny as heat blooms within your body, spreading wide. Throwing the blankets aside, you can just barely make out the outline of Gator between your legs; your head falls back at the limited sight, thoughts filling in the blanks for you.

“Gator…”

Fingers weaving their way through his hair, you tug him closer, hips rolling subconsciously as you begin riding against his face. His fingers are still fucking you, hitting your sweet spot, knocking the wind out of your chest.

It honestly stuns you how good Gator is at this. Your legs are shaking and tensing up around his head, but that only motivates him to continue, every now and then laughing into your skin at how easily turned on you are. You always thought he came off as one of those assholes who brags about having sex to make up for the fact that they really never do.

Clearly he’s practiced on someone… whoever that poor soul may be for dealing with his insufferable ass.

Every so often there’s an obscene smack of his lips as he releases suction off your clit; you can hear how soaked you are, but it’s not like Gator isn’t helping with the mess.

“Y’gonna cum?” He rasps out from under the blankets, feeling your walls tighten around his digits. His tongue flicks softly at your clit between his thoughts. “Feels like it, darlin’.”

Your walls constrict even further. “You really like when I call you that, huh?”

“Mhm…” You’re having a hard time finding actual words while he continues pleasuring you. “Think I’m c- close.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You’re gonna hate me in about two seconds.”

You’re still in a blissful, spaced out state, barely hearing him. “Wait, huh?”

Gator stops abruptly, fingers pulling out quickly as his face leaves your core. You feel empty and cold as he comes back out of the covers, and although it’s dark, you can see him grinning at you with glistening lips.

“Wh- wait- why’d you stop?” You’re not coming down from your high, you’re falling backwards rapidly with disappointment shoving you full force. Chest heaving as your breath settles from a ruined orgasm, you snap, “Gator, that’s not— I wasn’t finished!”

“Turn around.” Gator orders as he settles back beside you.

Your mouth hangs open, offended. “No! You ruined it, asshole.”

Gator forcibly flips you to your other side, facing away from him. In one slow but smooth motion, he pushes his cock into you with ease from how wet you got. Gator moans into your ear, sending shivers up your spine while you’re both breathless and speechless.

“Think we’ll be able to warm up this way, y’think?” Gator pulls you closer, back against his chest, slowly moving your lower half closer to go deeper. He finally fills you completely, with your ass held against his lap. “Why’d you think I was playin’ with you?”

You’re stunned. “You’re a fuckin’ jerk-off. You coulda let me finish at least.”

“You can leave if ya’ want.” Gator lets go of you, leaving you with the option to pull him out of you.

Shallow breaths from you fill the pause; you don’t move.

“You keep still until I wake up, and maybe I’ll reward ya’.” His arms wind around you again, holding you close.

“And if I decide to fuck you?”

“Fuck around and find out, brat.”

“No one seriously says that, certainly not with their dick inside someone else.” You laugh at his audacity and how corny he sounds. “What if I leave?”

Gator’s hands splayed across your tummy as he explores your body teasingly. One hand reaches up to the swell of one breast, flicking your piercing lightly. “Said ya’ could. Doubt you wanna, though.”

You’re making your best efforts to bite back a moan, “You don’t know what I want, asshole.”

“No? ‘Cause I think I’ve been pretty good at guessin’ so far.”

He wants to tame a brat? I’ll show him a real brat.

“If you guess three kinks, all consecutively correct, I’ll stay. You can do whatever.” You challenge, not waiting for him to agree or not. You’re calling the shots now. “One wrong guess, I leave, and you can keep yourself warm and cope. Got it?”

Gator doesn’t care for that attitude, but he’s never been one to turn down a challenge. “You’d be sorry if you left. What’s gonna keep you warm? That dildo half the size of me? Good luck with that, freak.”

“And what? You’d just have that fuckin’ sock and your questionable porn searches.”

Gator snaps his hips into you, already buried to the hilt, but somehow he reaches even deeper inside you. It knocks the wind out of you a bit.

“How come you can fuck me but I can’t fuck you?!”

This is getting ridiculous.

He pulls back, nearly pulling out, teasing the head at your entrance. You groan in annoyance and need.

“Let’s see…” Gator thrusts back into you, filling you up once more. You can’t stop the moan that tumbles from your lips. “You and I are more alike than you wanna admit—“

“We are not.”

“No? So you’re not into orgasm denial? Or edging? ‘Cause you’re somehow wetter than last night.” You can’t help your walls hugging him tightly; Gator laughs lowly into your ear. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Okay,” you rasp out, “so that’s one you got right. Big deal.”

Gator wraps one of his arms around your throat, flexing his muscles as he tightens his hold. Your eyes roll back as you feel the slight pressure create that lightheaded feeling you craved since last night.

“Well, yesterday I guessed you’re into degradation, and that was right…” Gator’s slowly fucking you, earning more gasps from you. “That always seems to go hand in hand with humiliation… M’confident you’re into that, too.”

“What? No- no way—“ Gator rolls over onto his back, still inside you, before continuing to slowly fuck up into you as you lay on top of him. “Ah- fuck!”

“You can try to lie all you want darlin’, but your cunt’s got no problem tellin’ me the truth.” He shifts, sitting up against the bed frame and pillows, pulling you onto his lap as he continues fucking you. You fall back onto him, head lolling over his shoulder, hoping it’s too dark for him to see you cry over how good this feels.

“Gator, please…”

One arm wrapped around your waist, the other reaching over to lift your head again. It’s kind of awkward, but he makes it work. You only know your faces are nearly touching when you hear his panting directly in front of you. His hand weaves his fingers through your hair, tugging from the back of your head to keep you in place.

“So that’s two…” He grunts as he bucks his hips roughly into you, causing you to cry out loudly, breaking the silence in the house. “… fuckin’… did y’know your pussy’s made for me? ‘Cause it sure fuckin’ feels like it.”

“Gator c’mon, this isn’t… this isn’t fair…” You’re whining against his lips, wanting, needing him closer, as if this wasn’t close enough already.

“That’s not what y’were callin’ me last night.” He pushes into you completely, filling you up and driving you insane.

You’re ready to cave into his self-entitled attitude and give him the third answer if it means you’ll finally get off.

“Daddy, please… I just wanna cum,” You cry, throwing any dignity or care to win this out the window and into the freezing cold. “I’ll tell you, I- I can tell you.”

Gator roughly pushes you forward; you fall into the bed face first as he grips your hips, pulling them up to meet him as he kneels behind you. He wastes no time slamming into you from behind, skin on skin slapping, echoing out into the dark room.

He grabs your arms and pins them behind your back, fucking you with a steady pace, while another hand wanders to your ass, finger toying ever so softly with your tight hole.

“Y’gonna tell me? Maybe it’s this, yeah?” His teeth are gritted as he continues his taunting. “Bet y’love getting fucked here, too.”

Your face turns to the side, even though you can’t see him, and you cry out; between his words, his thrusts, and his touch, you’re so close to the edge again.

“Bet it’d feel like heaven fuckin’ ya’ with a pretty lil’ plug in here… make you feel— fuckin’ fuck—“ his hips stutter, “you’d feel so full… you’d love that, huh?”

You’re not even denying anything anymore, you’re done hiding it all from him. What’s the point of keeping your turn-ons and kinks a secret when he’s already causing you to come undone.

“Love… love feeling full, daddy… want you to fill me up everywhere…” You’re in a trance at this point, and he chuckles at your obvious dazed state of mind.

“I know baby, m’gonna give you what you want… one sin at a time.” His thrusts are making you cry, full on sob from how good he feels this deep inside you. His balls slap against your clit, only adding to the rising pleasure deep in your core. “C’mon, gimme one more thing, and I’ll let ya’ cum.”

Your face turns into the bedsheets, muffling your loud sob of pleasure.

“Jesus… m’close… you— tell me, tell me what y’want…”

Gator sounds like he’s beginning to fall apart. You can’t find words to string together into a coherent thought for him, racking through all the things that turn you on and get you off that you can admit to him.

“Sl- sleepy—“ You manage to moan out, sticking your ass out further towards him. Gator takes it as a sign to ram into you with all he’s got. “The- the sleep thing- the- ohmyfuckinggod—“

There’s not much warning between either of you; simultaneously you both reach your high, filling the room with all sorts of pornographic noises as Gator fills you with his arousal. You feel his cock twitch in you as you continue squeezing him with your walls, milking him for all he’s got. He falls forward onto you, letting go of your hands in the process. Your cunt twitches and throbs around him as you ride it all out.

Your legs shake, and you collapse onto the bed fully, bringing Gator down with you. He’s breathless, still inside you, kissing the side of your face and neck sloppily as he whispers a handful of praises to you.

The two of you lay exhausted like this for a while, losing track of time as your heart rates settle together. Eventually, Gator rolls off of you, groaning as he slips out. You can’t bring yourself to move, but you hear him trying to maneuver around the pitch black room, bumping into some things here and there, followed by curses under his breath.

A curtain slides open a little as Gator pulls on it, letting the orange glow of the sunrise spill in. You’re squinting before you bury your face in the bed again. You can’t bring yourself to even try to move; every inch of your body feels weighed down, drained and buzzing with an afterglow.

The bed dips before you hear, “Darlin’, pick your head up f’me,” and Gator’s gently lifting your face off the sheets. He carefully turns you on your side, but you groan, not wanting to be moved at all.

The light isn’t harsh, in fact, Gator made sure to open the curtain just a tiny bit, enough to make the surroundings visible enough. He’s wiping away your tears clumsily with his fingers. “You alright?” You nod, but your bottom lip pouts and trembles a bit before tears well up in your eyes again. “What’s goin’ on?”

Gator slides next to you, laying down and taking you into his warm embrace. You curl in towards him, tears still falling.

“Did I hurt you?”

You shake your head quickly, “No, daddy, m’just so… so…”

Quickly, Gator recognizes the state you’re in, just like last night. Softly, he asks, “Do you deal with sub-drops frequently?”

“Felt so good,” You murmur, eyes growing heavy. “… Sorry for crying.” Gator runs a hand through your hair, pushing it from your face. He’s watching you protectively, pulling the blankets over you.

“M’glad it did, darlin’, and you’ve got nothin’ t’be sorry for.” Gator sounds tired himself, but he refuses to sleep until you do. “We don’t have to talk now if you’re tired. You should go back to sleep. You did so good for me.” He kisses your forehead, and that’s the last thing you remember before drifting off to sleep.

Gator’s quick to follow you in dozing off, too.

——

It’s nearly noon when you start to stir, cozy and warm in bed. In fact, you’re much warmer than earlier. Sure, Gator helped you warm up before going back to sleep, but there’s extra warmth and comfort right now. As you stretch, you realize you’re under several more blankets than earlier, and you’re back in Gator’s sweatshirt you borrowed days ago.

Slowly you began to wake up more, realizing how sore you were, but your mind was replaying Gator’s kindness in aftercare. It’s the second time he’s done that. You didn’t even expect him to know what aftercare was, so it was a complete shock that he cared for you like that.

Honestly… it was a complete shock that Gator cared at all.

After taking your time to get up, you go through your morning routine, grab some warm slipper socks, and the crochet project you recently finished before heading downstairs. As you pass the living room, you toss the project onto the couch before continuing on.

The power’s back on, and you find Gator in the kitchen making food. He’s in a worn sleep shirt and plaid pajama pants, whistling while he’s flipping pancakes.

He’s just full of surprises while you’re snowed in together.

“Alright… who are you, and what did you do with the real Gator?” You’re floored at the sight before you. “Seriously, when did you learn to make anything other than cereal?”

He looks over his shoulder, grinning at you, “What? You hate pancakes now?” His eyes travel down your body, admiring the way you look in his sweatshirt. Then, he laughs, but it’s not mean spirited; “You put those thick ass socks on, but no pants? No wonder why you're always cold.”

You pay no attention to his comment on your lack of pants. “I didn’t say that,” You shuffle over to him, arms weaving around his waist from behind while you rest your head on his back. “You were so mean before yesterday. Now you’re so… different. What happened?”

Gator turns the stove off before turning around, still in your arms while he looks down at you. He looks tired, like, really exhausted.

“Did you sleep?”

“A lil’, but then you kept stealin’ the blankets, and I got tired of being cold, so I figured out the whole power outage thing.” He shrugs as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. As always, he smells like that sickeningly sweet vape, but it’s kind of growing on you. “Then I couldn’t fall back asleep, so I tried shoveling a path from the front door… but the snow’s too thick. Not like we can really go anywhere anyway, plus, it’s Christmas, so everywhere’s closed—“

“Gator, you need to sleep,” You interrupt him. “You coulda’ stolen the blankets back. M’sorry, I didn’t realize I was doing that.”

Again, he shrugs. “Eh, you needed more sleep than me. And then I remembered how we used to make pancakes after sleepovers as kids, and I-“ He stops as his face turns red from being sentimental. “- I dunno. I don’t have a present for ya’, so I hope this makes being stuck inside with me a lil’ better.”

Your heart ached; it spent so long mourning the past, mourning the friendship you had with Gator, steeling yourself for the present and how mean you’d be to each other— you never expected to be… here. Not in Gator’s arms. Not in his house. Not in whatever the ever loving fuck is going on between the two of you.

But you’re here, and suddenly you’re feeling awful for how mean you’ve been to Gator, too.

“I… I-“ You stop yourself, too tired to start questioning what changed so drastically between the two of you. And honestly, you knew the whats and whys, but it didn’t answer everything.

As if he could understand your unspoken thoughts, Gator spoke up, “We… don’t gotta talk about it. Not right now, at least. Or ever, if you don’t wanna. Just didn’t want your Christmas to be a total bust.”

You could cry. This was the Gator you knew from years ago. Not some try-hard asshole cop with no care for anyone other than himself. Your arms squeezed around him tighter.

“Jesus, you’re gonna break my ribs, darlin’.” He says jokingly.

“Sorry,” You sheepishly smile as you pull back, arms swinging to your sides. “I, um… I wanna talk about it, but maybe after pancakes? Not tryin’ to cry into them.”

Gator doesn’t respond, just nods and kisses the top of your head before going back to making food.

——

“I think the last time I watched this was with you,” Gator mumbles while messing with the TV remote. The two of you found It’s A Wonderful Life on one of the countless streaming platforms.

“So, not since high school?” You’re pulling a blanket up over the both of you before snuggling into his side on the couch.

“Yeah, guess so.” He looks over to you, but his eye catches on something on the other end of the couch. “Is that the thing you’ve been workin’ on?”

Your face heats up as you grab the crocheted item quickly, balling it up in your hands. “Uh- yeah. I just didn’t have anything to wrap it with, but this is- well- it’s silly, but it’s for you—“ Your voice grows small, worried this was a stupid gift idea. Gator’s brow quirks as he looks at you, then back at the handmade gift in your hands. “It’s- okay, so you totally don’t have to like it. You probably won’t. That’s okay I won’t be offended—“

“You made something for me?” Gator’s face softens at the sentiment, even though you haven’t even explained what it is or handed it over.

So, you do, you push the item from your hands into his before looking away, embarrassed. “It’s— okay, so, like, it’s cold here and you’re always out here refusing to like, cover your face when you should because seriously the wind hurts, and I- I dunno, I just wanted to make something to keep you warm, but you totally don’t have to use it or anything. I get it’s kinda’ lame and not your thing.”

Gator unfolds the yarn-made gift; it’s a neck warmer. It’s made with a smaller size yarn, with stitches near perfect, aside from a few wonky ones here and there. It’s in shades of black and grey, and buttery soft.

He holds it, unable to look away as he admires how fucking long it must have taken you to make every damn stitch. And here you are, talking it down like it’s no big deal, like it’s silly and thoughtless, and that couldn’t be further from the truth.

“You didn’t start this while you were here, did you?”

You cross your arms sheepishly over yourself, almost trying to shrink into your spot next to him. “… No, I.. I, uh, started it on the plane. I was— god, this is so goofy, but I wanted to give something to you as, like, a peace offering, or some shit. I still hated you— or, well, I thought I did, when I got here, but I still cared about you, too. Still do. I didn’t expect all of… this,” You motion quickly between the two of you, hand flip-flopping back and forth, “to happen, y’know? So it’s totally okay if you’re not into—“

Gator cuts you off with a kiss; it’s clumsy, a trait you’re quickly getting used to with kissing him, but it’s well intentioned. You smile against his lips before he pulls back, confused with the butterflies in your tummy.

“Sorry for that,” Gator laughs, looking back down at the gift. “I love it. Really.” He sounds so sincere, for once. “I know the guys at the station would give me shit for it… but I’m definitely gonna wear it under the flimsy old one I got.”

“Gator, it’s okay, you really don’t have to—“

“Quit puttin’ yourself down. This was… this was really thoughtful, darlin’. You worked hard on it… you didn’t have to make this… why wouldn’t I use it?” Again, the sincerity drips from his kind words. He pulls it over his head, smirking at the immediate warmth. “Kinda like a hug from ya’.”

“Okay, now I know you’re not actually Gator.” You tease, fending off any emotional tears trying to start up. He laughs, but it’s kind of… sad. He knows how awful he’s been to you since the moment he pushed you away years ago. He pulls you closer, laying down and bringing you with him. The two of you face each other as you lay on your sides. “I got no clue how we went from hating each other to this so quickly, but I’m… I’m glad we got snowed in together.”

“Well, when ya’ have two horny bastards snowed in together for several days, I guess somethin’s bound to happen, huh?” Gator jokes, earning an eye roll from you. “When this is all said and done, y’know, the snowed in thing… if this was just a brief thing, could we still be friends at least?”

You hadn’t thought about what would happen when this storm ended, and every time your thoughts began to try unpacking what the two of you had become, you pushed it aside. Maybe out of fear? Stress? You had no idea.

Now’s as good of a time as any to figure it out, I guess.

“I think— well, no. I know I had disdain for you for awhile, mainly for the way our friendship ended… but if we’re being honest,” You take a breath in before a hard admission, “I like ya’, asshole. I think I always have. Being stuck together kinda helped me figure that out, I think.”

“Ya’ sure got a charming way with words, freak.” Gator teases back. “M’sorry for being an asshole since pushin’ you away. It still doesn’t excuse the way I left, but I… I think I was scared shitless over my feelings for ya’.

“Watchin’ you grieve over Willow… I just wanted to protect you, and the only way I knew how was protectin’ ya’ from me and my fucked up shit. Figured if ya’ had one less thing to worry about, grievin’ would be easier to handle.” He wraps his arms around you. “N’I wish I got to know the real you, instead of makin’ fun of ya’. I wish I never made you feel like you had to leave town. I’m sorry.”

“Fuck, I didn’t want to cry,” You laugh while tears well up in your eyes, ducking your head into the crook of his neck. “All I ever wanted was your honesty, Gator. Thank you for tellin’ me that.” His hand lifts to hold the back of your head gently, keeping you close to him; that breaks the dam for you, so you resort to joking bluntly, “At least the animosity led to great sex.”

Gator chuckles, “That doesn’t have to stop, ya’ know.”

You pull back to look at him, keeping a straight face. “What? The years-long bitterness between us? Or the sex?”

His face falls as he glares at you, unamused.

“Hm… let me think about it, it’s a tough call,” Your playful sarcasm earns a lighthearted scoff from Gator. He ducks into your neck, and when you expect him to start kissing, he obnoxiously blows raspberries into your skin. You squeal at how it tickles, trying to push him back. “Gator!”

“What?” He’s smirking against your skin, you can feel it. “Just tryin’ to help ya’ decide faster.”

“Sheesh, fine,” You giggle, squirming in his grasp. He doesn’t let go. “I meant the sex, asshole. … I do like being a pain in your ass, though.”

“Yeah, you’re a fuckin’ pro at it,” Gator murmurs, blowing another raspberry into your neck. You’re wiggling out of his grasp, but he pulls you back in. “What happened to watching the movie?”

“Someone decided to distract me.”

Gator finally lets go, holding his hands up, “I didn’t do nothin’.”

You side eye him before rolling over, reaching for the remote on the coffee table to start the movie, leaving him to spoon you. You can’t see the smirk he’s got on, but you can absolutely sense it.

———

The movie’s an hour in, and you’re casually watching, while conversation pops up here and there between Gator and you. It’s lighthearted, or just reminiscing on the past, but one thing leads to another, and Gator can’t help asking the question that’s been on his mind all day.

“Hey, earlier when we were talkin’ about what you like,” He starts off so casually, as if it wasn’t while he was drilling you into the mattress. “You mentioned something about ‘the sleepy thing’… did that mean—“

“S- somnophilia?” You squeak out, and you feel him nod behind you. “Mhm, I just was, uh, having a hard time with words.”

Gator lets out a breathy laugh, tickling the edge of your ear. “Just checkin’,” he’s cuddling closer into you from behind, pretending to innocently brush up against your backside. He’s already getting hard. “Giving or receiving?”

You’re trying to focus on the movie, not on the fact that his throbbing member is against your ass, barely covered by his sweatshirt you’ve been wearing. “Both, if the other person is okay with it, obviously. Why?”

You knew why. You just like hearing him talk about what he’s into, and secretly, you’re enjoying this whole guessing process with your own kinks.

“I just like learnin’ about ya’, got a lot to catch up on.” Gator nonchalantly answers as one hand travels down your thigh slowly, then back up. He repeats the motion, causing goosebumps to rise along your skin.

“More like you just like learning about my kinks,” you deadpan, about to turn around to face him, but he stops you, holding you in place.

“Watch the movie, it’s almost over.” Gator’s order comes out as a whisper as he kisses your neck slowly. You shiver, trying to pay attention to the screen, but you’re more focused on how he’s touching and teasing you.

His hand caresses up your leg one more time, high up your thigh, passing under the hem of the sweatshirt. As he grips your hip, he groans, only feeling bare skin. “Darlin’, where’s your underwear?”

You’re holding back any noises he’s trying to pull out of you, answering in a strained voice, “Upstairs…”

Gator digs his fingers into your plush curves, nails scratching at your skin. “Why’s that?”

You try turning around again, but whine when he faces you forward. You huff out, “You know why.”

“Ohhhhh, okay, got it.” Gator’s fingers crawl towards your heat, cruelly tracing the skin around where your folds begin. You squirm, trying to get his touch closer to where you need him most, but he pulls back, gripping your hip again to keep it in place. “You have a hard time staying still, huh? Needy lil’ thing.”

“Gator, stop teasing.” You groan, pushing back into him despite his forceful hold on you.

“Teasing? Dunno what you’re talkin’ about, babe.” He swiftly pulls his pants down, freeing himself before sliding between your thighs. His length rubs along your cunt, causing you to mewl and reach back to him, trying to find something to hold. “Never met a girl who gets this wet so fast.”

“Yeah? Out of, what, the other two or three girls you’ve ever fucked?” Your hand lands on his leg, digging your nails in as he rubs against your clit, but he shoves your hand back to you.

“Hands to yourself.” He murmurs while rubbing the head of his cock against your clit slowly before finally pushing in. “This what ya’ wanted? What you hoped for when you came down here without pants on?”

You’re adjusting to his size; for the third time he’s inside you, it’s still a big stretch, one that makes your mouth fall open as your eyes roll back.

“Uh-huh,” you breathe as he fully stretches you out and fills you up. Your walls tightly hug around him, and he shudders once he’s in to the hilt. “Why? Is there a problem with that?”

“Nope, just didn’t expect a lil’ thing like you to be an insatiable slut.” He grunts, starting a slow pace of fucking you. He pushes your sweatshirt up, grabbing at your tits while he’s groaning into your ear. “Fuck, I love how soft y’are.”

That makes you roll your ass back into him, “Y’haven’t even heard everything I like… or what I’ve done, how ya’ gonna call me a slut without knowin’?”

“Not yet, but you’re gonna start talkin’ if you want me to keep fuckin’ ya.” He pulls his hips back, nearly pulling out completely. “Go ‘head, brat. Tell me.”

“Fine,” You intentionally clench around him as he pushes back in, pulling a loud moan out of him. Bluntly, you admit, “Pretty much everything you were lookin’ up.”

“Fuckin’ knew it. Fuckin’ told you we’re—“ A strangled gasp left him as you tighten around him again. “We’re more alike than you wanna admit.”

“Maybe, but I might be more intense than you can handle, tough guy.” You’re doing your best to stay focused, but the way he fills you up is starting to make you dizzy with pleasure. “Wax play’s one.”

Gator scoffs like it’s nothing to him, but his cock twitches inside you, telling you otherwise. “Okay, and?” He snaps his hips into yours, sharply hitting your g-spot.

“Fuckin’ hell, Gator…” You whine as he does it again. “Cryin’. Forget the name for it but I like it when it feels so good it hurts. Or it’s too much. Overstimulation, too.”

“Big deal.” He tries ignoring how he’s throbbing inside of you.

“Breeding kink.”

Gator chokes on air, making you laugh.

“Spit kink.”

“You- huh? That’s a thing?” Gator’s pace stutters along with his words.

“I like takin’ control too. Not often, but it’d be fun with you, that’s f’sure.”

“Fuck, fuckfuckfuck—“ Gator’s trying to keep it together, but just the thought of you dominating him is about to make him lose it. “What else, darlin’? There’s gotta be more with a slut like you.”

“Impact play… only the light stuff, though,” You’re grabbing Gator’s hand, bringing his fingers to your mouth. In between lightly sucking on them, you admit, “Oral fixations, too.” He’s unable to hold composure, whining into your neck and biting down; you push his hand away.

“L- light stuff? Like what?”

“Spankin’, but that’s common. Who doesn’t like that?” You’re enjoying the way he’s falling apart behind you. “I like bein’ slapped though. Only when it’s consensual. Oh, haven’t done it yet, but I wanna have a threesome before I die, so there’s that.”

“Wh- wait, what have you done?”

“I’ll let you figure that out, daddy.”

Gator can’t control the orgasm that sneaks up on him, hard and fast. He spills into you, filling you up as his moans echo around the room. He’s got a death grip on you as he sloppily finishes, twitching and tremors rolling through his entire body.

“Aw, Gator, it’s okay baby,” You taunt in a sweet voice dripping with venom. “It’s hard hearin’ all that while you’re buried in this tight cunt, huh? Poor thing.”

He’s panting and groaning, aftershocks still controlling his body. “Shut- shut up.”

“You can stay in me, it’s alright.”

Gator goes to pull out, but you push back into him.

“Hey Gator?” You drop the sweet act, mocking him from earlier. “Stay.”

His cock twitches even as it’s going soft. “I’m not a fuckin’ dog.”

You shrug. “You’re gonna stay here until I get off, got it?”

“Fuck— baby, please, it hurts.” Gator pleads, overstimulated. You shake your head.

“Thought you wanted to hear more, but you can leave if ya’ want.” Gator doesn’t move. “Thought so. Hm… what else is there? Pretty much everythin’ you like, I do, too, but it goes both ways. Would love cuffin’ you to the bed, leave ya’ there with a vibrator tied to ya’. Listen to you pathetically plead and moan for a break from another room.”

“Jesus fuckin’ christ, darlin’.”

“Would you be a good boy for me?” You ask, grinding down on his cock, already becoming hard again. Still, he’s over sensitive, crying out at the intensity of pleasure flooding back. “I can take care of you too, Gator.”

His hips involuntarily buck into you, and he cries out again.

“Knife play is appealing, but I haven’t found anyone I trust enough yet for that.” You admit, hand reaching down to touch yourself. Gator beats you to it, playing with your swollen clit. You constrict around him and arch your back, crying out. “You ever do it?”

Gator shakes his head while he’s against your shoulder. “N- no, been too nervous or never— oh, god—“ His cock kicks in you, fully hard and throbbing again.

“C’mon, Gator, you can give me one more, can’t you?” Your sickeningly sweet tone is back, both mocking and encouraging him to cum again. “I’ll let you do somethin’ different this time.”

His head perks up, glancing over your shoulder at you. “What’s th- that?”

“Cum on my face, daddy?” You ask softly, and that ignites something in him. His hips piston into you roughly. “Tell me when you’re close.”

Only seconds pass before he’s stumbling over his words, “I— m’gonna- I have— baby please—“

In a fluid string of motions, you pull off of Gator, sliding to the floor on your knees, mouth wide open with your tongue stuck out, waiting for his release. The sight alone is enough to finish Gator off; shakily, he pushes up to aim his arousal at you, spilling all over your face and into your mouth. Some ends up in your hair, on his sweatshirt, and the floor, but he doesn’t care. He can’t give a flying fuck when the hottest girl he’s ever known is on her knees for him, happily waiting to be covered by his release.

Gator falls back onto the couch when he’s finished, completely drained- figuratively and literally. He watches you swallow with a smile, still an absolute mess everywhere else.

“Fuck… I wanna kiss ya’ so bad,” Gator breathes. You figure he’s hesitant because his arousal is all over your face, but you shrug.

“I won’t tell anyone if ya’ do.” It’s not a big deal to you, and you always found it silly how most men found it gross or “not manly”, but you know Gator was raised on toxic masculinity, believing even something like this should be embarrassing. “Promise.”

Gator waits a beat before murmuring, “Fuck it, c’mere.” Before you can move, he pulls on the collar of your sweatshirt, leading you off the floor and onto his lap. His lips are on yours in an instant, hesitant at first, then he gets into it, tongue running along your bottom lip, tasting himself as he keeps kissing you, groaning into your mouth.

You pull back, breathless, and notice he’s got a tiny bit of his own mess on his face now. You point to his nose, “Y’got somethin’ there.” He rolls his eyes.

“That was gross,” Gator mumbles, but he doesn’t look disgusted. “… Why’d I like it?”

“Because it’s hot. Sometimes that’s all the explanation you need.” You’re dying to collapse into his arms, but you desperately need to wash your body and clothes. “I need a shower, you joinin’ me?”

———

“I just realized, you never got to finish, did ya’?”

You’re in a content haze when his words pull you back to reality. “Oh. Guess I didn’t. S’okay, I don’t mind, I got to make you feel good.” You smile with heavy, hooded eyes, exhaustion catching up to you.

The two of you are in the old porcelain tub, Gator holding you as you lay back on him. You’re both clean by this point, just enjoying the warmth of the water and one another. It’s comforting enough to make you drowsy. You begin drifting off to sleep, and Gator notices, gently shaking you awake.

“Darlin’, we should get out first before you fall asleep.”

You shake your head, eyes still heavy. “Too much effort.”

Gator laughs softly, “Hey, I still have that big air mattress, maybe we can blow it up and put it downstairs? Keep watchin’ movies? Or whatever you want.”

Your eyes open a little at that, and you nod. “Yeah, that’d be really nice, Gator.”

“M’sorry I didn’t have anything to make cookies or any holiday stuff like that.”

“S’okay, we still made it a good day.” You murmur, trying to fight sleep. “Thank you for today, Gator.”

Gator’s watching you drift back to sleep, feeling guilty he has to wake you back up, but for a second, he admires how at ease you seem while so close and vulnerable with him.

“We did,” He agrees, shaking you awake again before pushing you up off of him. “But it’ll turn bad if ya’ drown in the tub. Let’s go set the mattress up so you can get your sleepy ass to bed.”

#gator tillman x fem!reader #gator tillman x y/n #gator tillman x reader #gator tillman smut #my fics #sorry I’ve been flooding the tags!! im done for a bit after this one i promise!!#just felt bad i didnt get this posted in time for christmas lol but close enough whatever #part time soulmate full time problem

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