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Gettin' Along

Gator Tillman x fem!reader You and Gator get to know each other a little better.

contains: cheating, gator’s a horny asshole but so is reader, p in v sex, yeah that’s it idk

You didn’t like Gator.

Well, it’s not that you didn’t like him, but it was more of a general distaste towards him and the way he behaved. You two just didn’t seem to click, despite your roommate’s constant attempts to get you guys to get along. He’d always end up pissing you off somehow.

You’d never really thought Gator was good enough for her, but it was clear that they weren’t breaking up any time soon. You knew she wouldn’t listen to you. So, you made a point to not linger in common spaces when he was around; steering clear of the kitchen or living room.

It also didn’t help that Gator was really hot. Stupidly hot.

You hated the way he made you feel, with his ridiculous gelled back hair and tight fitting t-shirts and trousers that always seemed to fit him so snug and so perfectly. It made your insides turn.

So when Gator rang the doorbell tonight, leaning against the doorframe, you knew you were in for an annoying night. He had a smirk on his face as usual. It seemed like he’d just gotten off work. He had on a tight, black t-shirt that clung to his arms, and his signature cargo pants.

“Maisie around?” He murmured, not bothering to give you a proper greeting. His eyes fell down to your loose shirt and tiny shorts, lips twitching with amusement before he pushed past you, sauntering into the apartment like he owned the place.

Slightly embarrassed, you tugged at the shirt. You hadn’t been expecting company, and made a mental note to chew Maisie out later for not telling you Gator was going to be over. You’d been having a peaceful night, unwinding with a glass of wine and a shitty movie on the TV.

“No,” you replied after a beat, shutting the main door behind you. “I think she’s still stuck at work.”

He glanced back at you briefly, clicking his tongue with irritation. “Shame,” said Gator, walking into the kitchen. “Guess I’ll wait, then.”

You sat back down on the couch; slightly annoyed, but you were trying not to let it show. Even though he was in the next room, you could still feel his presence close by, intense and looming. It was driving you crazy.

The familiar sound of a wrapper opening irked you. He was eating your snacks. Again.

Maybe if Maisie was around, you’d have let it go like you usually did. But you were getting increasingly irritated with how Gator acted like the apartment was his, including your stuff.

You stood up then, padding into the kitchen just as he popped a few chips into his mouth.

“What are you doing? That’s mine.”

He shrugged, glancing at you as he leaned back against the counter. “Sharin’ is caring.”

You huffed, reaching out to snatch the bag from his hand. But Gator was faster, immediately lifting it up out of your reach.

“Oh, c’mon, darlin’, we can share, can’t we?” He said with a smirk. Gator seemed to know just how to get on your nerves. Noticing your deadpan expression, he let out a little sigh, holding the packet out. “Fine.”

Lips parted in surprise, you slowly took it, his fingers gently brushing yours. You took a small step back, unsure of what to say. This was weird. You were expecting him to rile you up, get on your nerves like usual.

“We really should get along, y’know,” said Gator after a beat, his gaze fixed on your shorts. “For Maisie’s sake?”

You blinked a few times, taken aback. “What?”

Gator took a step closer, tilting his head forward. “Y’know, get to know each other? For Maisie.”

His fingers went to your shirt, gently pushing it up so he could get a better view of the tiny fabric of your shorts, the way it loosely hung around your waist.

“What’re you doing?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Takin’ a look,” he murmured, gaze intently fixed on your shorts. “That a problem?”

You wanted to say yes, take a step back. Push him away. But something in you liked it; the way Gator’s eyes flashed with hunger as he fiddled with the hem of your shorts.

“Maybe,” you hopped on the counter, blinking up at him, slightly irritated. But curious to see where he was taking this. “Is this your idea of gettin’ to know me?”

“It might be,” Gator smirked, pushing your shirt up further. Then he was pushing your shorts and soft cotton panties down to your knees. “Think we could get along real well, if you’d just let me.”

You let out a soft huff, but made no attempt to stop him. “Gator.”

His rough, calloused fingers found your wet folds, gently exploring you. You couldn’t help but moan, despite yourself. He was wearing you down, you knew it. Gator knew it. And you were letting him.

“Gator,” this time his name left your lips in a little breathless sigh, rather than the firm tone you meant it to.

You knew this was wrong, you knew you should’ve been telling Gator to stop. Maisie was your roommate, worse, one of your closest friends. You were going to pull away. But Gator’s fingers delicately rubbed against your swollen clit and then you were leaning into him, a string of moans leaving your mouth as you grabbed at his shirt.

“Pretty,” he mumbled as he glanced down at your aching pussy, two of his fingers sliding into you with ease. Your slick cunt invited his fingers in, and Gator moaned at how tightly your walls wrapped around them. “You’re real pretty.”

Your cheeks flushed, your fingers gripping the edge of the counter beneath you as his fingers curled up, massaging your walls gently.

Then Gator was pulling his fingers out of you and unzipping his trousers, like he was eager for it. For you.

Your stomach fluttered, but you weren’t sure if it was arousal or guilt. Maybe it was both. Maybe the thought of Gator filling you up on the countertop of your kitchen, knowing that Maisie could come in any second, was making your clit throb with an ache you didn’t know you could feel.

“What about Maisie?” you asked finally, unable to stop yourself. You hadn’t gone too far yet, maybe you could stop before it was too late. Come to your senses and pretend this never happened. He could go back to just being your roommate’s annoying boyfriend.

“What about her?” Gator responded, slowly pulled his trousers down, just barely enough to free his cock. Pink, pretty, and big.

And suddenly, you weren’t feeling so guilty anymore. Not with his cock leaking with precum, twitching against your inner thigh, like he needed you. Your mouth watered at the sight.

He smirked then, eyelids heavy as you reached out, your fingers delicately wrapping around his girth.

A little grunt left Gator’s mouth, not expecting your forwardness. His hips pushed forward slightly as your hand slid down the length of his cock.

“Pretty,” you murmured slowly, lips slightly parted. “You’re big. Does she really take all of this?”

“Mhm-mm,” he hummed in response, glancing down at you with an amused expression. “Bet your pretty little pussy’s gonna take it, too.”

You sighed softly as he moved closer, his leaking tip pressing against your folds. You were dizzy, almost drunk on the feeling, moving your hand away as he guided his cock inside your cunt, now aching for him to fill you up.

And that he did. He slid the curve of his cock against your slick walls, making you curse loudly.

“Fuck,” you whined, breaths ragged as Gator bottomed out, stuffing you deep and raw.

“Fuck, see?” mumbled Gator, groaning as your walls clenched around his cock. “You’re takin’ it so well.”

He gave you no time to respond, adjust, or even breathe before he began thrusting. A strangled gasp left your lips. His cock slid against your slippery walls, rutting against you, plowing in deep.

Gator’s fingers dug into your hips almost painfully. He leaned down, breaths heavy against your neck as he pulled you closer to the edge of the counter. Your head was starting to spin, the way his cock pressed against your g-spot, the way he was grunting against the crook of your neck.

You were a moaning, drooling mess, clinging to his shirt like it was your only lifeline. “Gator, fuck, I-”

“Oh, you’re loud,” he seemed amused. “Who knew you could make such pretty little sounds?”

You clamped a hand over your mouth, seemingly coming back to your senses. You were getting fucked by Gator in the middle of the kitchen of your shared apartment, a moaning mess. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment at his words, you hadn’t realized just how loud you were being.

At that, Gator slowed down to a torturous yet delicious pace, sliding his cock in and out. “What’re you doing? Wanna hear you, darlin’.”

“What if-” you panted softly, barely able to think straight as his tip rubbed against your g-spot. “What if Maisie comes in?”

His lips twitched. “Then she’ll come in,” he murmured, pulling out almost completely before his hips slammed back into you, “see her best friend being a little slut for her man.”

You moaned involuntarily, fingers clenching against his shirt at the thought. You hated that it spurred you on. Your walls clamped down around his cock, eager to reach the edge, eager to have him be the one to take you there. You didn’t care if Maisie walked in anymore.

“Squeezin’ me so tight,” he grunted, “you’re a dirty little thing, aren’t you?”

“Gator,” you moaned.

Then he was pounding into you again, the curve of his cock dragging along your squelching cunt, hitting deeper and deeper with every thrust. Your other hand gripped the edge of the counter, knuckles turning white.

You leaned your head up, instinctually, as if searching for something. Gator leaned in closer, lips brushing, so so close. It was difficult to say who initiated it first. You knew it was bad. All of this was bad, but this was bad. Worse, you found yourself not caring.

The obscene sounds of your whines, his moans, the sound of his skin slapping against yours, was overwhelming, making you light-headed. Gator’s tongue tangled against yours, swallowing your moans.

Your stomach fluttered, pushing your hips forward in a frenzied haze as you climaxed, your pussy clamping down on his cock. Your eyes nearly rolled back, seeing stars at the sensation of his thrusts, relentless and unforgiving, riding you through your orgasm.

“Fuck,” he murmured against your lips, “s’good for me.”

Gator pulled back, panting against your neck again, his fingers gently squeezing your trembling thigh as he thrusted in again. Hot spurts of his cum spilled into your clenching, fluttering cunt, thrusts sloppy and weak.

For a beat, the two of you stayed that way. His dick softening inside you, your thighs still trembling. Both of your breaths ragged.

You had just about managed to pull your shorts back up; Gator tucking himself back into his pants, when you heard the keys jingling at the front door.

Maisie wandered into the kitchen, surprised at the sight of the two of you sharing the packet of chips. You were still seated at the counter, afraid to move just yet.

“Sorry I’m late, Gator,” she paused, looking between the two of you. For a moment, you thought she might’ve figured it out. But then she smiled. “So, are you two gettin’ along finally?”

You forced your lips into a tight smile, trying to ignore the feeling of Gator’s cum spilling out of you. “Yeah,” you replied, pushing a handful of chips into your mouth so you wouldn’t have to say anything else.

Gator looked at you briefly, a little smirk on his lips as his eyes met yours. “Yeah, I think we really bonded tonight.”

Maisie seemed pleased. At least that was something.

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kind-of-a-writer · 16 days ago

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Gator Tillman x fem!reader

CW: unprotected sex, cheating

The cheers from your living room were loud, carrying all the way over to the kitchen as you continued to fumble around with the food you were preparing. Ethan, your husband, had invited his coworkers over for whichever sports game that was coming on shortly. Which left you to scramble to find something to satisfy the group of men.

You really didn’t know them, other than they were on the same police force as Ethan. You’d met them all a handful of times, but they all treated you the same. Like you weren’t there unless they needed something. A waitress.

You were working on buffalo chicken dip, lil smokies already in the crockpot. Your fridge was now overfilled with beers, your juice shoved so far back that you were afraid it would burst. You were currently working on the cream cheese mixture, the rotisserie chicken waiting to get cut up.

“Shit.” You cursed, quickly flicking your eyes around to make sure that Ethan hadn’t heard. He hated when you swore, made a big deal about it most days. You exhaled quickly once you confirmed you were safe, bending over to pick up the fallen spoon.

You jolted as you stood, a small shriek falling from your lips at the feeling of a warm body against your back. Large hands rested against your waist as your heart pulse roughly inside of your chest, threatening to burst free.

“Gator,” you exhaled roughly, turning towards him in disbelief. You gave him a little push as he laughed, looking at you in amusement, “you scared me.” You told him seriously, trying to ignore the way excitement trickled up your spine.

Gator’s pink lips were pulled into a smirk, his hazel eyes locked on you as his eyebrows rose on his forehead. His hair was slicked back like usual, though part of you liked being able to get a good look at his features. You’d only seen it down once, last week at Tim’s pool party. It was an inflatable pool, but they were the only people you knew to have one. Not that you dared step into it, not once Gator arrived. You had a hard time focusing on his hairstyle too, doing your best to keep from staring at his hairy chest and taut muscles.

You were married, your eyes really shouldn’t be wandering around. Your marriage wasn’t even bad, nor unhappy. You had ups and downs just like everyone else. But God, did you really like to look at Gator.

“Sorry,” he apologized, hands still heavy on your sides, “I was worried you were gonna bump your head.” He explained, eyes twinkling in mischief. You were aware of how close your bodies were, but you couldn’t push him away. You didn’t have the strength to do so.

“You can let go now,” you told him gently, listening to the way he snorted. It was always like this with him; whispered conversations and soft petting. Nothing that your husband saw or needed to know about, “unless you want to help me cook.” You stated as you pressed your lips together, knowing what the answer would be.

“I heard somethin’.” He drew out slowly, voice raspy as he dragged his fingertips across your hips. Your breath caught in your throat, goosebumps spreading across your skin at the way your dress bunched along your hips.

You weren’t stupid, you were fully aware of the way he watched you. And you knew that he was aware of how your eyes lingered on him. It was fine, all of it dandy. Nothing had ever happened before. You both knew where to draw all the lines.

But that wasn’t to say that you didn’t like to play around with the attraction. It felt good knowing that someone else was interested, that you got compliments when your husband forgot to do it now. So you made yourself look extra nice when Gator was around, your outfits a little more revealing. And sometimes, like today, you would pretend that you forgot to put on panties. Just occasionally. Just to give him a little glimpse, to make it feel even more scandalous.

“I bet you hear lots of things,” you told him honestly, sure that nothing happened in this town without him hearing it first. Well, without his daddy telling him about it, “what did you hear?” You asked cheerfully as you reached for the handle of your knife, only to stop as he moved his hand further along your midsection.

“Heard your tryin’ for a baby.” He stated casually, pressing you further up against him. You gulped harshly, trying to find the words to speak as nervous laughter bubbled free. You should’ve known that Ethan would blabber to the world about it. He wanted a boy very badly.

“Uh,” you dragged your words out slowly, suddenly nervous at your close proximity. He dropped his head down, looking at you expectantly with those big hazel eyes, “yeah. We are.” You told him dryly, pressing your lips together tightly.

“You don’t seem very excited,” he hummed, his body flush with your back. Everytime you inhaled you felt more of him against you, electricity racing through your body, “is it not working?” He questioned, making your insides burn.

“I’m not pregnant yet,” you replied as you shrugged your shoulders softly, heart hammering at how close his face was to yours. You couldn’t look away, even though Ethan was only a few feet away, “it’ll happen eventually. God’s timing.” You said quickly, remembering what Ethan had said about it.

“I’m sure,” Gator nodded his head slowly in agreement, eyebrows crinkling together as his lips curled into a smirk, “I could help ya.” He added slowly, large hands drifting down your upper thighs. You gasped at the intense feeling that spread inside of you, your clit pulsing as he tugged your dress up over your flesh.

“What are you doing?” You asked him softly, whispering underneath your breath as you glanced towards the living room. Nothing had changed from that direction, the men still loud and obnoxious. No one seemed to notice that you or Gator had gone missing.

“Nothin’,” he replied as he pressed his lips together, giving you a little pout, “I just liked this pretty dress you wore for me. S’nice, fits you really well.” He complimented, pressing closer against you. You gulped, feeling his hardened bulge against your ass. You exhaled, knowing it was wrong but you were unable to push him away at the same time.

“You can help?” You asked as you chewed on your bottom lip, tugging your dress further up the curve of your hips. You grinned at the way he exhaled, his body pulsing with electricity as he dug his fingertips into your flesh.

He didn’t answer verbally, rather by bending you against the counter. You gasped as you listened to the quiet sound of his belt unbuckling, followed by his zipper. Desire pooled inside of you as you fought the urge to look behind, knowing that you wouldn’t get a clear angle if you tried. But you were curious. You wanted to know what he looked like, if it matched the image you’d painted in your mind.

A choked moan left your lips as he pressed his tip against your soaked folds, dragging it across them slowly before he slowly pushed into your cunt. Your fingertips curled against the counter, your thighs trembling as he kicked your legs apart softly. Your moans became strangled at the base of your throat, unable to fully break free as you focused on the way his cock stretched your slick walls.

“Your little tang is soaked,” he teased huskily, reaching down to rub at your sensitive bud. You whimpered at the feeling, pussy clamping down around his girth, “takin’ my cock so well.” He cursed underneath his breath, squeezing your hips harder.

He was thick, larger than Ethan by a lot. And much longer, making you feel like you were being split apart. Your cunt hugged his curved cock snugly, inviting in the burn and pleasure as he slowly pressed into you. Every inch made your head throb, your heart pulsing as pleasure spread through your veins.

You turned your head, just enough to look at the way his lips hard parted, at how his forehead crinkled in pleasure. A whiny groan fell from his mouth, making you desperate to push back and make him feel good. As good as you felt right now.

He pressed his hand flat against your abdomen, holding you still as he bottomed out inside of you. You could feel his balls against your ass, your cunt leaking around his throbbing cock at how deeply he had buried himself inside of you. It made you croon, the pleasure suddenly too intense.

“You alright in there, hun?” Ethan called out, making your eye twitch in panic. You couldn’t even shuffle upwards, Gator’s weight heavy against your back. You swallowed your moans harshly, trying to compose yourself as best as you could. The thrill of being caught spread inside of you, making you leak around his girthy cock.

“Yeah, yeah,” you spit out, shaking your head as you inhaled sharply, “just nicked my thumb. I’m alright.” You called out a moment later, not even caring that he began to mumble to his group of friends. They laughed, probably at your expense, but you felt too good to be offended.

Gator’s lips were softly against your skin, breath warm as he slowly began to drag his cock back. You sighed at the sensation of being empty again, only for him to slam his hips forward roughly. Your toes curled, clit throbbing from the feeling.

You’d never felt this good before, never so stuffed and brimming with pleasure. His cock was heavy inside of you, every ridge and curvature dragging against your smooth walls. You felt your eyes rolling back in bliss, your hand coming up to cover your lips. You desperately wanted to whine for him, wanted to show him just how good he felt inside of you. But you couldn’t.

"Fuck, mhm, fuck," he cursed into your ear, grip on your hips tightening, "turns me on thinkin' about knockin' you up," he whispered harshly, making you moan as he continued to drag his cock in and out of your slick cunt, "mhm, yeah? You like that?" He teased as you bit down on your hand, trying to keep yourself from being too loud.

“Yeah,” you gasped lowly, insides twisting in bliss at how wrong this was. It shouldn’t turn you on, but it definitely did. You liked the way Gator was pressing you harder into the counter, his cock dragging roughly against your slick walls, “feels so good. Wanna be all yours.” You squeaked out, lips curling into a grin as the tip of his cock pressed against your bundle of nerves.

Your legs trembled by the sensation, his body heavy against your back as he held you in place. He snapped his hips forward roughly, hands rough against your waist as he dragged you along the curve of his cock. You whined softly at the feeling, your nipples growing sensitive against the material of your dress.

He held onto you tightly, his cock sliding deep inside of your soaked cunt. Little whines slipped free despite your best effort, mind swirling in pleasure at the way he continued to rut his cock against your g-spot. Drool formed at the corners of your lips as you quickly licked it away, doing your best to keep your eyes from rolling into the back of your head.

He dragged his long fingers against your clit again, rubbing it in slow circles as he buried himself deeper inside of you. His balls were heavy against your ass, hitting against your skin and filling the kitchen with the filthy sound. You reached down and gripped his wrists for support, trying to stifle your own sounds of pleasure as lust burned deep inside of you.

Sex with Ethan never felt this good, this intense. You couldn’t remember the last time you had came, nor when you had been manhandled like this. It was more than nice, and drove you a little crazy. You liked the way Gator licked at your neck, how his groans were carnal and deep. Like he needed you just as badly.

"Yeah, you like that? Gonna fill you up and everyone's gonna know who you belong to." He promised, voice raspy and drawn out. You whimpered at the thought, whining about being Gator’s. You’d do anything for him, let him do anything to you. Just as long as he didn’t stop making you feel this good.

His cock was heavy inside of your cunt, pulsing as you began to rut yourself back against him. Everything inside of you was burning, fire spreading deep inside of you as you felt the muscles inside of your stomach tightening. You whimpered, toes curling as he dragged his thick cock in and out of your slick pussy.

“Please, please,” you whined as you rolled your hips back against him, eyes lingering at the living room. You could still hear them laughing, though it was getting harder to listen with your ears ringing in awe, “make me yours. All yours.” You nodded your head urgently, feeling the lust beginning to explode inside of your body.

"Cum for me baby," he mumbled as he just barely pulled away, lips still brushing against yours as he spoke, "all over my cock, just like that. Atta girl." He encouraged you, leaving you to bite down roughly on your fingers as it all came rushing over you.

Your cries of pleasure became muffled as you bit roughly on your skin, your muscles clenching together tightly as your high crashed over you. You nearly collapsed at the feeling, realizing you’d never cum this harshly before. Or at all. You were shaking, the grip around your waist tight from where he was holding you up.

He thrusted into you roughly, cock dragging in and out of your weeping cunt. The feeling nearly made you delirious as the lust grew inside of you, making it even harder to breathe. He grunted roughly against the side of your neck, lips wet against your skin as his movements became more sporadic.

You whimpered again as you clung to him, toes curling as his cock twitched inside of your spasming walls. He buried himself deep inside of you, bottoming out against you as he came deep inside of you. He grunted roughly, fingertips digging into your flesh as his cum painted your walls. His spunk was warm and thick, coating you entirely. You chewed on your bottom lip, your pulse heavy against your skin.

He leaned against you, breathing roughly as he kissed at your neck. You let your eyes flutter shut, reaching a hand up to touch at the back of his neck. You played with the hair there, comforted as his cock twitched inside of you again.

“Babe, can you bring me a beer?” Ethan shouted over the roar of your own pleasure, making you snap back to reality. You gulped, chest rising and falling harshly as you nodded your head in agreement.

“Give me a minute,” you yelled back, voice trembling as Gator brought his lips up the side of your cheek. You breathed in deeply, fingers knitting at his hair, “be right there.” You told him, enjoying the feeling of his cum pulsing inside of you.

"Good girl," Gator smirked as he drew out his words, nipping at your earlobe, "that's my good girl. I better come by again, just to make sure it stuck." He hummed, painting a smile on your lips.

#gator tillman #oh we are so back #FUCKKKK #so good

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