warnings: smut, sleepy sex, reader begging mhm, dom steve ofc, cursing, unprotected p in v, mentions of multiple rounds, dirty talk, probably more :) genuinely wrote this in 30 minutes cause i couldn’t sleep and wanted an excuse to use the three pics above <3
word count: 1.5k
You were restless.
There was no other way to describe it. You were so tired, you could genuinely feel the exhaustion seeped into your bones, and yet you’ve had no luck actually falling asleep for the past two hours.
You’d been tossing and turning in the sheets every five second and still, there was no clear reason as to why you couldn’t.
That was a lie.
There was, in fact, a disgustingly clear reason.
You were itching for Steve Harrington.
Steve Harrington, who was laying right beside you, peacefully sleeping and snoring into the air.
You shifted onto your side again to face your boyfriend. He was lying on his back, one arm slung off his side of the bed and the other tucked beneath your neck.
He looked so peaceful. He deserved it really, you two had gone three rounds before he finally succumbed to sleep – but you weren’t so lucky.
For some reason, it just still wasn’t enough. It was one of those nights where that ache deep in your stomach, in your core, just couldn’t be satiated.
It would be so easy. To snuggle closer, let your hands wander, whisper into his ear and ask him to just take care of you. He looked so pretty and content – the polite thing to do would be to just deal with it and let him sleep.
But he just looked so pretty.
And you were desperate.
It didn’t matter that you were only in a loose t-shirt of his and your panties, your skin was buzzing and hot, like a million little bees stinging you and the wounds were blooming along your skin. It was hard to ignore the throbbing between your legs, wordlessly begging for the one thing you craved.
You slid closer to Steve, your face pressed into the exposed crook of his neck. You breathed in the smell of him – a mix of salt and his shampoo and the faint trace of your own perfume. It was addicting.
“Steve,” You murmured, the tip of your nose brushing along his skin. He didn’t budge.
You pressed your body closer to his, one of your legs hitching over his waist. The faintest brush of his body rubbed against your clit. You bit your lip to suppress the moan begging to come out. You were wound so tight, the smallest amount of contact was about to push you over.
Your lips met the skin of his neck, placing small wet kisses there. “Steve,” You tried again, your thigh tightening around his waist. He shifted then, just barely.
Your voice was a desperate mess and you knew you looked just as bad. You shouldn’t be bothering the man while he sleeps but every rational part of yourself has seemed to disappear tonight.
“Stevie, please.”
Finally, he stirs. Instinctively, his hand rises from where it hangs off the bed and finds the bare skin of your thigh. He squeezes it in his palm as his eyes flutter open, squinting to adjust to the darkness.
He hums softly. “What’s wrong, baby?” His voice is rough from sleep and the sound shoots straight through your body, down to your core.
You whine quietly, your teeth nipping into his neck. “Can’t sleep. I – I need you s’much,”
Steve shifts, his palm still firm against your thigh, and pulls you even closer to him. “Again?”
His tone isn’t mean, just a little teasing, even if a bit tired. You would’ve smacked him for it if you weren’t so tense. Instead, you nodded against him, your arm sliding up his bare chest and holding onto his shoulder tight.
“Please. I can’t take it,”
Steve must’ve heard just how close you were to literal tears. His hand leaves your thigh and raises to grip your jaw in his palm, tilting your head to look up at him.
“Don’t cry baby,” He murmurs, his lips ghosting of yours. His breath is warm against your lips and it takes every ounce of strength not to drag him down to you. “I’ll take care of you. S’that what you need?”
“Mhmm,” You nod, eyes wide and body pliant for him.
“Yeah,” Steve whispers just before his lips meet yours. It’s a slow but deep kiss and his tongue doesn’t hesitate before slipping into your mouth. His tongue laps against yours, savoring the trace of himself from earlier in the night.
You moan against his mouth, your nails digging into the skin of his broad shoulders. His skin feels just as hot as your own and suddenly, you don’t feel as bad about waking him up.
He wraps one arm around your waist and holds you still as he shifts onto his side, facing you fully. His mouth doesn’t part from yours for even a second as his hand slides down, tugging his boxers past his thighs and kicks them away.
Your breathing picks up as you moan into his mouth. Your stomach is twisting with nerves and your heart beats so fast you’re sure he can hear it.
He drags his mouth away from yours, but leads it to your jaw and down to your neck. He leaves a trail of warm, open-mouthed kisses across the skin there, teeth nipping and sucking.
He pulls your panties to the side, hitches your leg over his hip, and easily lines himself up at your entrance.
Just the feeling of his thick tip pressing against your folds has you keening into him. He gently shushes you and in one smooth moment, pushes inside until he’s fully seated.
A choked moan rips from your mouth, your tense body finally loosening as you get lost in the feeling of him. Steve pulls his hips back and thrusts in again, finding his deep and steady pace immediately.
The hours you’d spent in agony had your cunt drenched already, and the lewd sounds of your slick coating on his cock filled the room.
Steve wraps both arms around your body and pulls you into him, his hips continuing their pace, and groans into your hair.
“Fuck, you always feel s’good for me,”
His words go straight to your cunt and your walls flutter, squeezing around his thick length. You mirror the hold he has on your body onto his own. You hold him tight as his hips piston into you.
“Hmph – oh my god,” You moan into his shoulder, the sound muffled.
“I know baby, I know.” Steve grunts in agreement. “This is all you needed, huh? Just needed to be stuffed full again,”
You nod into his shoulder and spew a string of moans and curses. The knot in your stomach begins to form, and fast. Your thigh convulses around his waist and you both feel the way your pussy begins to spasm around him.
“Yeah, I know that’s what you needed.” He pants, his hips picking up their pace just slightly. Your pussy weeps for him, sucking him even further inside yourself.. “You’re fuckin’ soaking me, baby. This greedy cunt just crying and begging for me, huh?”
His crass words should be enough to turn you away but it does the exact opposite. Your arms tighten around his neck, your nails digging crescent moons into his skin.
Every deep thrust he gives you hits that spongy spot inside your cunt only he’s ever been able to touch. Your body shakes against his as your orgasm already begins to blanket over you.
“Yesyesyesyes,” You cry out, your voice choked and broken, and it just spurs him on even more.
He groans into your hair. “That’s it baby, just let go. Cum all over me again. Use me just like you fucking wanted to, come on baby,”
The band in your tummy snaps. His words to God’s ears, your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave. It hits you so hard that for a few seconds, you don’t even feel like you’re on Earth anymore. Stars erupts behind your eyes, ringing sounds in your ears, and your entire body trembles around Steve.
You’re a blubbering mess around him and Steve fucks you through it, prolonging it as long as he can, all the way until his hips stutter from his own orgasm and your cunt fills with his cum painting your walls.
He moans fill your ears, carefully bringing you back down to reality. Your body is warm and sticky against his own but finally, you feel that familiar feeling of exhaustion ready to drag you under.
Your eyes are fluttering shut, your lashes catching the skin of your cheeks, and he gently brushes your hair out of your face. You can faintly recognize the feeling of his lips peppering kisses across your skin.
“Did so good baby, so good,” He murmurs, his thumb stroking your cheek. “Go to sleep, I got you,”
And you do.
Wrapped in Steve’s arms, and with him slowly softening inside you, you let yourself fall asleep.
࿓ Summary: You and Steve decide to make a pact in hopes for better sleep. You make it very clear you're not interested in any sort of emotional support from him, nor are you willing to go further than just friends. Steve agrees to your conditions, knowing damn well this whole pact may end up with him more heartbroken than when it started. But something in him says that you're worth it.
࿓ CW: SLOW BURN, distant friends to lovers, reader is avoidant, Steve is whipped (lowkey reader is too), night terrors, trouble sleeping, canonical st violence, no strings attached pact, Hopper!Reader, no use of Y/n, denying feelings, hurt/comfort, angst, readers was involved in Upside Down, post season 5, trauma, sharing the bed, eventual smut, MDNI, Oral F!Receiving, Fingering, P in V, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP), love confessions
࿓ A/N: guys the song I found is ACTUALLY PERFECT also lowkey not proofread don't maim me
࿓ WC: 4.5k
࿓ Song Inspo: ↻ ◁ | He Wants Me by Blondshell | ▷ ↺
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"Deal."
Steve nodded and pushed himself out of bed, disappearing into his bathroom.
You trailed him with your eyes, watching as the door clicked shut and the shower started running. You carefully shifted to the edge of the bed, grabbing your bag from off the floor and pulling out some clean clothes. You slipped out of the room, changing in the guest bathroom quickly. Maybe you could get the hell out of there before he got out of the shower.
You fixed your hair and brushed your teeth before quickly stuffing your pj's into your bag. You slung the bag over your shoulder and crept down the stairs. All you needed was to find your keys and get the hell out of dodge. But of course your keys had decided to hide from you.
You searched for them frantically, scanning the living room wildly. "Where the fu-"
"Looking for these?"
Your head whipped around. Your eyes locked onto Steve's shirtless torso, a towel slung low around his waist... so so so low-
"I didn't take you as a hit and run kinda girl, Hopper." He smirked slightly, slinging the keys around his finger.
"And I didn't take you for the kind of guy to hide a girl's keys. That's strange behavior, Harrington." You forced your gaze to meet his.
Steve let out a small hum, "Why don't you stay for breakfast?"
"Why don't you put on some clothes?" You shot back quickly.
He glanced down at himself. "I dunno, you seemed pretty enthralled by the sight."
A scoff left your mouth, "In your dreams, Harrington."
"Thanks to you, I might be getting those back soon." He smiled lightly. "Alright- just don't leave yet. I'll be right back." He rushed back up the stairs, carrying your keys with him.
You let out a small growl and plopped down into the large armchair with a huff. You tapped your foot impatiently as you waited. You weren't sure why you were so frustrated, truly there was no reason to be. You should've been thankful, kind even, but instead you just felt annoyed. Because how the hell had Steve Harrington managed to provide you with a good night's sleep on the first try when not even medication had managed to help.
A hand on your shoulder pulled you from your thoughts. "Did my dad's recline offend you personally? You look like you're plotting how to reupholster it in the most painful way possible."
You brushed his hand off, standing up. "I'm fine."
Steve sighed heavily, turning and heading into the kitchen. "I hope you like sandwiches, particularly turkey and cheddar sandwiches cause that's all I got."
He rummaged through the fridge eagerly as you stood reserved in the doorway. "Steve." He looked over slowly and frowned at your outstretched hand.
He carefully placed your keys in your hand. "Alright, so what's the plan for tonight?"
You fiddled carefully with the car key. "I don't know.... Maybe for right now we plan for every other night or something. I'm just- I don't really want to tell my dad yet."
Steve nodded slowly. "Alright... but just- call me if you need to, okay?"
You nodded shortly, turning and heading to the door. Steve followed shortly behind. He opened up the door for you. You smiled tightly and turned to look at him, "I um- you can call me to, if you need. And uh- thanks for this- I'll see you tomorrow night, okay?"
Steve rubbed the back of his neck, "Alright."
You turned and made a beeline for the car, peeling out of the driveway quickly. You had a feeling you were heading into a storm back at home. As you drove deeper into the woods the feeling only grew stronger. Hopefully your dad was over at the Byers'. Your hope was squashed the second you saw his car pulled up by the cabin.
As if he could sense your presence, he appeared in the doorway, arms cross and a frown etched on his face.
You sighed, stepping out of the car with your bag. "Shit."
"Where the hell were you?" Hopper marched down the steps, brows turned down hard.
"I told you, I stayed the night at Ro-"
"Bullshit."
"What?" You crossed your arms.
"Robin came by last night looking for you, dumbass."
You grumbled and shoved past him, storming into the house.
"Hey! We're having a conversation!" He followed after you.
"Oh yeah sure, great start to this really NICE fucking talk." You continued into the cabin, shoving open the screen door.
"Where were you!?"
"None of your business!"
"I'm your father, of course it's my fucking business!"
"I'm 20, a grown adult. It's not your job to take care of me."
"Fine, then fucking act like an adult." He slammed the screen door shut.
Your jaw clenched hard, as you locked yourself in your room. Tears stung at the back of your eyes as you threw your bag against the floor. You just needed him to leave, you needed him to storm off to Joyce the way he always did. You needed to be by yourself for five fucking minutes.
Soon enough, the front door slammed shut and his car engine came to life with a roar. You peaked through the blinds, watching as his car reversed quickly and sped off. You knew you would be eating alone, probably even having the whole house to yourself.
And you were right. As night fell, Hopper was nowhere to be seen, leaving the cabin drenched in silence. The air felt sick and thick with loss. A few years ago nights like this would have been shared with El, the smell of eggos and the sound of random shows filling the air. You would snuggle up with El, giggling with each other over random things.
Now it was just empty. Cold pizza half eaten on the kitchen counter. The tv screen was cold, all prior warmth had been drained from the cabin and from your life.
You sat silently, staring over at El's bedroom door. It hadn't been opened in months, both you and your father not ready to face the task that was getting rid of her things. It had been the same way with Sarah. Her little clothes sat collecting dust in her old room, her stuffed animals left unloved and cold. It wasn't until your dad had sold the house that her things were finally tucked into storage bins and donation bags.
You had barely survived closing the lid on her clothes... you didn't know if you could do it again. Even if the thought of her things sitting in the dark made you physically sick, you just couldn't do it. So you didn't.
When you finally had the energy to pull yourself from the table for two, you glanced over at the clock. 12:17. Yeah right, you weren't going to sleep tonight. Not with all this empty space suffocating you.
You settled on top of your bed sheets, eyeing the phone on your bedside table. You let out a groan. No fucking way were you actually wanting to call Steve. This was stupid. There was no reason why you were feeling the pull towards the phone. Your fingers should not have been itching to dial his number. And your skin should not have been yearning for his touch.
One night and Steve had successfully shoved his foot in your shut door.
No. You were not going to call him. Absolutely not. You had decided it. The decision was final.
Unfortunately for you, you hadn't figured out what to do if he called you. Which he did.
The phone startled to life. You knew who it was by the first ring.
"Shit-" You cursed yourself as you picked up the phone. "What do you need Harri-" Heavy breaths fanned through the line. Quick hiccups cutting into your ear. "Steve, hey. Hey, it's alright. It was just a dream, you're going to be okay-"
"No-" he let out a choked cry, his breath picking up in a panic.
"Hey, Steve. Just breathe with me, okay?" He let out a small agreeing noise. "Okay, good. Just follow me." You took in a deep breath through the nose, letting it go through your mouth. You listened carefully as Steve copied. "Good. Just like that. Now let's do it again."
You continued breathing with him, listening carefully as he settled down. The line went quiet for a moment before Steve spoke softly through the receiver. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I told you to call me if you needed, and you did. And I'm glad. So don't be sorry."
He took a breath, taking a moment to collect himself. "Listen I know you said not tonight- but can you please-"
"I'll be there in 10." You agreed.
Steve didn't question your immediate agreement, he let out the breath he was holding. "Thank you."
"Hang tight, Harrington." You hung up quickly. Not bothering to grab a change of clothes or a bag, you quickly hauled yourself into your car, making a beeline for Steve.
You drove with more fervor than you would ever admit, the idea of Steve alone in a state like that making your stomach turn. You parked horribly, hurrying out of the car. You let yourself in, heading up to Steve's room without a second thought.
Steve sat against his bed, head buried in his hand. You sat beside him silently, letting him lean into your side.
"That was quick." He let out a sad chuckle.
You eyed him with a soft smile, "I don't know what you're talking about. That was a perfectly reasonable time to get here."
A small smile found his lips. "I didn't think you would come."
"Well I did."
"You did."
It was quiet for a moment. "Do you want to talk about it?"
He sighed, "Same thing as always. Everyone dies off one by one. I failed them, I can never save them in time. And then they are just dead- in my arms. And there's blood- always blood- so so so much blood. And it won't come off." He stares down at his hands.
You gently reached over, taking his hands in your own. "Well, now there's just a hand."
He let out a small snort, grabbing onto your hands. "Two, actually."
"Don't get snippy with me, Harrington. I ran a red light for you."
He looked over, light brimming in his eyes. "Really?"
"If you bring it up, I'll deny it." You smirked. "So, do you want to stay awake or try to go to sleep?"
"Sleep... if you're alright with that."
You nodded, pulling him up. "Yeah, but you'll just have to deal with my jeans."
He eyed your clothes, you were still dressed in your day clothes. "Do you want to borrow something?"
"Yeah, actually. That would be great."
He pulled open his dresser, tossing you his old gym shorts and a tshirt. You changed in his bathroom. The clothes swallowed you. You snorted and made your way back into the bedroom.
"I feel very manly." You crossed your arms across your chest.
Steve raised a brow. "Oh yeah, a realllll man right here."
"Mhm. Sup. Dude. Where's the beer at... dude." Your voice dropped low.
Steve bit his lip, holding back a laugh. "Thats- wow. You are... bizarre."
"Yeah." You nodded. Sitting on his bed. "Not my finest moment..."
Steve barked out a laugh. "I don't think anyone's ever done... that in an effort to console me."
"Sorry- I'll stick to breathing exercises." You laughed lightly, pulling his covers down.
Steve smiled and slipped in beside you. Your shoulders were squished against his, an awkward air settling over the room. Steve sighed. "Come here."
"Steve-"
"Please? I just- I want to feel someone."
You nodded, scooting over into his arms. He wrapped them tight around you. You knew this was a bad decision. You knew that this was going to lead to feelings you weren't prepared to handle. But right now. You didn't care. Steve needed this... and you wanted it.
You cuddled close, drifting off into a peaceful sleep tucked in his arms.
Gentle morning light filtered into the room, shining gently on your skin. The smell of breakfast wafted through the air, pulling you into consciousness. You sat up, rubbing your eyes carefully. Steve was gone from the room, his spot on the bed was still slightly warm.
You carefully padded downstairs. The sound of an egg breaking against a skillet filled the air. Steve turned with a lazy smile as you came into the kitchen.
"Ah! Perfect timing! How do you like your eggs?"
Your stomach dropped slightly. Every bone in your body was screaming for you to decline, to make some excuse. Instead you sat down at the counter. "Scrambled, but not runny."
He nodded. "Cheese?"
"Oh hell yeah." You smiled eagerly.
He let out a laugh, fixing up your plate. "So, you showed up in your regular clothes last night... at 12:45 at night."
"Glad you've still got good vision, Harrington. Is there a question behind that?"
"I dunno. If there was, would you answer honestly?" He glanced over at you.
"Yeah."
"Alright. So had you decided you weren't going to try and sleep last night?"
"Yes."
"Is there a reason why?"
"I guess." You shrugged. "I just- with the day I had, I knew it would be a bad night of terrors."
"What happened yesterday?"
"Got in a fight with my dad. He left, didn't come back."
"Oh. That's- not cool."
"Maybe, but I'm used to it. We have short fuses, and it's better to let them die out alone rather than set everything on fire." You fiddled with your glass.
Steve slid over your plate, eggs and pancakes covering it. "Still... you shouldn't be alone."
"When am I not alone?" You laughed lightly. Silence followed, causing you to stare at your plate.
"You don't have to be." He spoke softly.
"Yeah. I do."
"I know you think that, but it's not true." Steve frowned.
"It is. It's for the best for everyone- and for me." You pushed around the eggs.
"Why?"
"I lost my center." You looked up at him. "Twice. And I can't do it again."
Steve carefully reached over, taking your hand. "Maybe someone can help you find it again."
You carefully removed your hand. "I don't think so, Steve."
He watched you for a moment, before pulling his hand back and nodding. "Well. If you change your mind, let me know."
"I will." You smiled slightly. "By the way, you make some great eggs."
A laugh slipped his lips. "Thanks. For the compliment and for coming over."
"Yeah- well... it's not the worst thing in the world sleeping here." You teased.
"You mean sleeping with me." He smirked.
You slapped his arm lightly, "Don't push it."
The plan had been every other day. The plan had been no strings attached, keep it friendly, keep it safe.
But plans never seemed to go the way they were intended.
Every other day turned into nightly. You had your own parking spot at Steve's house, your own drawer in his bedroom, and your own tooth brush in his bathroom. Your dad gave up trying to figure out where you were disappearing off to. After one too many fights, he had decided to let you 'do whatever the fuck you wanted.'
So you stopped trying to sneak out, instead walking out of the cabin late at night and returning early in the morning.
Hopper had followed you at one point, which turned into a massive fight, which turned into you staying at Steve's house for a week.
Things had stopped being awkward with Steve after that. Neither of you asked to hold the other, it was routine. You stayed for breakfast, you stocked the fridge with groceries and you held Steve when reality caught back up with him. His parents had left Hawkins in the middle of the rift, leaving him alone in his childhood home.
He had insisted he was fine most of the time. But every now and again, the evil truth that his parents had abandoned him in the face of crisis reared its ugly face and left Steve empty for a few days. He would get terrible headaches, pushing him into quiet achy bouts for days at a time.
Those were the days you truly grew closer to Steve. The two of you would sit quietly on the couch, his head in your lap and your nails scratching his scalp gently. You would gently wipe away his tears, and hold him tight against your chest. You would carefully place your hand on his head, the warmth pushing back the ache until it was gone. Your touch was some kind of honor that pulled you out from the dark.
Steve didn't need for you to cuss out his parents or for you to tell him that there were people who cared about him. He knew you cared. Deeply. He knew simply from the way that you instinctively opened your arms for him to melt into that you, despite yourself, had officially opened up your heart to him.
And you knew that you had already found a home in his. Steve was like honey. Welcoming, sweet, addicting, deep, thick, stable.
The nightmares didn't stop, but they became less frequent and less powerful. You stopped screaming in the middle of the night, and Steve stopped seeing blood. Sleep had settled back into your life, driving away the constant dread and anger that plagued you. And along with the sleep, came quiet, all encompassing love and adoration for Steve.
You shifted into the strong pair of arms that held you close against his chest. Your legs were tangled with his, your head resting slightly beneath his chin.
You hummed lightly as the scent of his detergent filled your nose. Steve pulled you even closer, one hand rubbing small circles against your back. Morning's were his favorite time of day. He adored waking up slightly before you and just holding you. He loved to see the ease of your breath and the gentle expression on your face. And he loved the way you nuzzled your face into his chest just as you woke up, hiding from the sun.
His nose nudged the top of your head. You had grown a weird fondness with his nose, loving the shape and the way he buried it into the crook of your neck right before getting up.
Lately, mornings in bed have lasted longer. Something that brought you comfort and dread at the same time. "Mornin." His gruff voice cut through the air.
"Good morning, Steve." You gently pulled yourself from his grasp.
He frowned, letting out a soft unapproving sound. "Come back."
You bit back a smile. "It's time to get up."
"Says who?" He sat up with you, his arms sliding around your waist. Steve was feeling bold today, he was tired of skirting around the truth. He pulled you over him, your face inches from his own.
"Says me. You promised to take Dustin to the arcade today, remember?" You ignored the heat in your cheeks.
"Yeah, at like 3 in the afternoon. You think he's awake at.... 10:30 in the morning?"
"Well no-"
"So then let's just stay here." His nose brushed yours lightly.
You swallowed hard. "Steve." It came out as a warning.
He spoke your name softly. "Can we please stop pretending for one day?"
"No. We can't." You frowned.
"Why?"
"Because, Steve! I- just. I'm still so lost- and I can't drag you down with me. It's not fair. It hasn't been fair. I'm better without."
"That's not true. You just don't want to admit it." He spoke carefully, not accusing, just pointing it out.
"I know-" You looked away.
He nudged your face back to his with his fingers. "Look at me. This goes beyond the rest. Sure it started out at that. But damn it, Hopper. You've implanted yourself in my chest, in my life. I look forward to waking up. I look forward to going to sleep. From cooking, to running errands. All because you're with me. And I know that you feel the same way. You just need to allow yourself to actually accept it."
"I- don't know how." You stared deep into his eyes.
"Yes you do. You know how. You just need to do it." His face inched closer.
Steve was right. Of course he was. Sure you slept well when he was around. But this had become more than that. Maybe originally you had stuck about simply because of the sleep. But now- Steve had really managed to find your center and put it back together. Now, you just had to let him in the way he had let you in.
"I want you... and you want me." Your hand slid up to his cheek.
He nodded, repeating the sentiment. "I want you, and you want me."
You smiled gently, dipping down and capturing his lips in yours. Steve's hand held the back of your head gently, pulling you deeper. His mouth moved gracefully with yours, a small smile tugging at his lips. He let out a breathy laugh. "Finally."
You laughed with him, kissing all over his face. Steve rolled you over, hovering over you as he peppered kisses against your neck. You sighed happily, tilting your head to the side for him. His lips planted against your skin, carefully pulling and sucking at your neck. Your hands gently wound into his hair, tugging at it slightly. The motion pulled a groan from his lips.
His hands slid up the borrowed t-shirt you had on, warm hands pressing against your sides. You carefully moved your knees, letting them bracket his torso. He bit down slightly, a gasp leaving your lips.
He smirked against your neck, "Like that?"
Your eyes fluttered shut, his words melting straight down to your core. "Mhm."
You could feel the heat pooling in your panties, soaking through slightly.
Steve let a hand wander down, pushing down your sleep shorts and finding your core. You gently called out his name, hips bucking into his touch.
"I got ya." He trailed kisses back up to your lips as his thumb began to rub slow circles against your clothes center. You bit your lip lightly. "Let me hear you, baby." He nipped at your lips, as he pulled your panties to the side.
You let out a slew of groans as his head settled between your thighs. Steve slipped off your bottoms and panties, pushing your thighs open carefully.
"Steve-"
"Tell me what you need, baby."
"You, please." You whined quietly. Steve nodded, his tongue licking a generous stripe against your heat. Your hand shot to his hair, tugging him closer.
He shoved his face deep against you, his tongue working at your cunt as his thumb continued rubbing gentle circles. Your mouth fell open, a string of moans falling with it. The sound spurred him on, his tongue working faster against you, two fingers joining as he stretched you out gently.
"Shit- Steve that- right there please-" You whined as his fingers pushed deeper, curling against your walls. "Fuck- baby I need you, please." You pulled his shoulders.
He glanced up at you, "I wasn't done with you-"
"Please- Steve- please. Need you, to feel you, all of you." You pleaded with him.
The sound of your pleas went straight to his dick. He quickly discarded all remaining clothes, pulling your thighs up around his waist. You held onto his shoulders tightly. Carefully, he pushed in, groaning at the feeling of your tight walls around him.
"Shit- baby, you're so tight."
You bit into his shoulder as you moaned at the feeling of you stretching around him. "You-feel so good."
Steve carefully began moving with you, guiding deep strokes into your pussy. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pushing him deep,
"Fuck you feel good." He groaned into your shoulder, carefully picking up the pace.
You moaned out against his ear, head tipping back against the pillows as he moved deeper into your aching core. "More, baby." Your nails clawed at his back.
Steve gripped onto your thighs, pulling you to meet his quick thrusts. The headboard banged against the wall as he plunged into you again and again.
You felt the tight coil pulling tight in your stomach as he hit a particularly sensitive spot again and again and again.
"Fuck- Steve Im about to-" Your voice broke as you gasped at the feeling of his thumb back on your core.
"I got you, let go for me, baby." His nose nudged yours. You moaned into his lips as the coil snapped, waves of pleasure washing through your whole body.
Steve finished as your walls clamped around him, the both of you moaning into each other's mouths as you came down from the high.
Steve ran a hand over your legs, holding them as they spasmed slightly. He pulled out carefully, pressing a sweet kiss to your head as he cleaned you up.
You slipped back into his t-shirt and a pair of panties as he threw on a clean pair of boxers. You smiled and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him back onto the bed. He smiled, kissing your lips repeatedly as the two of you settled back under the covers.
Your head rested on his chest while his hand traced small hearts on your thigh. Steve kissed you every few seconds, earning small laughs from you. "I say we go out to a nice breakfast place to celebrate us finally admitting that we love each other." Steve smiled down at you.
You playfully raised a brow, "Who said anything about love?"
He smiled, "Oh so you didn't love the way my dick was jus-"
You slapped a hand over his mouth. "You've got a dirty mouth, Harrington."
He smiled, and kissed your hand. "You love it. And you love me."
"I do." You kissed him gently.
He smiled into the kiss before pulling back. "And I love you."
You sat up, heading over to the dresser to get your clothes. "Oh I know. You weren't very subtle about it."
Steve laughed, grabbing his own clothes and pressing a long kiss to your head. "Wasn't trying to be."
Part One ✴︎ Part Two ✴︎ (Part Three) ✴︎ (Part Four)
Summary: Getting kidnapped was not part of your plan. Truthfully you’re not fully shocked though. And at least you have a cute guard watching your every move.
Warnings: MDNI, NSFW, 18+, dark, kidnapping, smut (unprotected, p/v, oral), mentions of drugs, guns, blood, abuse (not from Gator), murder, mentions of starvation, Stockholm syndrome elements, each part gets darker as the story goes on
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You woke up on a cot in a shed. Having a feeling why you were here. Even though you did everything right to protect yourself before going to bed. Setting the alarm and locking every door and window. Someone still got you. All for him. They didn’t know that he doesn’t care about you though. Your father. He was nothing to you. Your whole childhood was not safe because he put you and your mom in dangerous situations.
So when you grew up. You cut him off. Didn’t want to be part of his dumb decisions anymore. It worked for a while. Apparently that’s not happening anymore.
The door to the shed opened up. A group of men walked in. Here we go, you thought. You’ll get confirmation that this is all because of your father.
“Good morning.” An older guy spoke with a cowboy hat on. You could tell he was the leader. You kept your mouth shut. You may be smart and know what’s going on but that didn’t mean you weren’t scared. “Ivy, right?” He started moving closer. Even though you already had your knees to your chest, you moved them closer. He seen this. “Daughter of Andrew. You know he’s in a lot of trouble. Doesn’t seem to want to get into contact with us. That’s an issue. Maybe he will now.”
There it was. Yup, it’s all your father’s fault. “He won’t.” You say meekly.
“We’ll see about that.” The man states. “You don’t seem too surprised by these circumstances.” Still silent, you look to the ground. “Name’s Roy. Next time I come back. I expect answers from you. I hate having to ask more than I need to. But I’ll give you a minute to adjust.” He turns around to leave.
One guy lingers behind. Younger than the rest of the men that were here. He looks to be in his mid to late twenties just like you. He has slicked back hair and a sheriff uniform on. “I suggest you actually answer next time. Be better for all of us.” With that, he leaves and shuts the door.
Knowing you now have a moment to yourself, you let the tears fall. Not knowing what was going to happen next. Not even knowing if you’d be able to get out of this.
Hours went by and the sun has already set. There was a cuff attached to your ankle and the long chain attached to the floor in the middle of the room. You heard footsteps right outside and the door opening. It was the younger man again.
“Here.” He tossed you a water bottle and a sandwich bag to you with a sandwich. You didn’t even try to catch it. Not fully trusting it you just left it lay by you. “It’s not poisoned.” It’s like he read your mind. You still just kept quiet. You knew there was worse coming most likely. They just wanted to trick you into making you think you’re okay. Even though they kidnapped you. The man just stared at you. He let out a breath obviously over this. “Fine. Be a bitch and don’t eat. Starve. What do I care?” He turned around a left you alone again. You just wanted this to be over.
At some point you fell asleep. The sound of the door opening woke you. “Rise and shine Ivy.” Roy’s loud voice boomed. “I see you weren’t grateful with the dinner we provided you.” He looked the sandwich still untouched. You did take a few sips of the water. “We need to know where your dad is.”
“I don’t know.” You said truthfully.
“Ivy. You’re his kid. You know and you need to stop protecting him.”
“I don’t know where he is. I haven’t talked to him in years.” You finally looked at Roy in the eyes. Praying he would believe you.
“That’s not good enough for me. You must know something.”
“I don’t. Taking me is a waste of your time. I want nothing to do with that man and trust me. He doesn’t want anything to do with me.”
“I’m sick of you lying to my face. Tell me the truth!” Roy started raising his voice.
“Dad.” The younger boy whispered. Interesting. So they’re related.
“You can look into it. Right? I mean you found me. You have police on your side.” You looked at his son. “You could probably find out my past. I left once I was eighteen. Ran into issues before then. I didn’t want to be by him anymore. Or involved with his petty bullshit. Look into it. I’m sure it’s somewhere.” Roy’s anger was all over his face. He wasn’t happy with your answer.
“Gator. Watch her. That’s your job now.” He turned to his son and then left with the rest of the men. Gator hung back.
“I don’t get why you can’t just tell him where your dad is. Since you don’t even like the man supposedly.” Gator angrily spat at you. He looked at you.
“Why does everyone assume I’m lying?” You exasperated tilting your head back.
There was a beat of silence. “Are you ever going to eat?” He asks changing the subject.
“Does it matter if I do?”
“This is exhausting. Can’t believe I gotta deal with this.” He mumbles. Clearly irritated with his new job.
“This whole thing’s exhausting.” You stare at him. He looks to the door like he wants to leave but is fighting with himself to stay.
A week goes by. You’ve finally eat the stupid sandwich. You’ve barely gotten any food after that. You and Gator mainly just sit in silence. Being bored you’ve tried to ask him questions. Whether about himself or just any type of thing. Big and small questions. Something to past the time. He only actually answered maybe three of them. But most of the time his answers weren’t even answers. He’d just tell you to stop or that they ask the questions and you don’t.
“So then ask me a question.” Sick of him saying that but never asking anything. Only time questions were asked was when Roy came in. Then Gator asking the same thing after his dad left.
Hesitating, he finally asked “Why you hate your dad?”
“He’s a dumbass.” You stared blankly.
“I need more than that.” He shot back.
“Only if you answer some of my questions.” He doesn’t answer. You answer him anyways. “He’s always been in trouble since I remember. Whether it’s drugs, money, guns. Didn’t matter. There was always something happening. I remember always being scared for my life. And theirs. My parents. It was always because of my father. What really did it. The hatred. My mom got killed. Because of him. I don’t even think he cared that much. Too drunk and high.” Tears weld up in your eyes. You stopped yourself from continuing. That was enough for now.
You looked up and seen Gator looking at you. When your eyes met, he quickly looked down. You think you saw them a bit watery. “I’m sorry.” Gator quietly answered. Silence filled the air. There was nothing more to be said about it.
“I’ll try to get you more food tonight.” Gator stood up and started heading to the door. You weren’t certain for sure but you think something shifted between you two.
Another few days went by. You desperately wanted a shower. “Gator please! Can I just do some form of a shower. I’ll settle for a sponge bath or something. Anything!” You pleaded to the man. When you thought about it, you realized it was going to be that time of month. Just thinking about it made you realize you could start to feel it. You thought it was just the starvation. You got food every couple of days. “Also I’m going to need something.” He looked at you confused. “I need some type of feminine product. Like soon.” This was the first time you seen him a bit horrified. You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing. “Please Gator. I’m not trying to pull shit and escape.”
“Just stay here.” He left. He was definitely grossed out. Spending most of your time with Gator made you feel like you were getting closer with him.
He came back about twenty minutes later with a female. “Karen will help you.” He moved to the wall so you two could talk. This must be his stepmom. He did tell you about her, but not much. That was when you found out he also had half twin sisters. You asked him what he’d think about someone kidnapping them. He told you that wouldn’t happen because they’d protect them. They wouldn’t be like your useless father and let something happen.
“God. You do stink. Don’t know how you deal with that.” She looked at both you and Gator. She wasn’t happy being dragged into this. “Alright. Tell me what you use and I’ll get it for ya.” You gave her your preferred method of dealing with your period but told her anything was fine. Being kidnapped, you knew you couldn’t be picky.
She turned to Gator. “I’ll clean out the downstairs bathroom and I’ll let you know when it’s ready so she can use it.” She left after that and you were grateful you’d be showering soon.
You stood in the bathroom. Basically everything was taken out except the essentials. Gator told you that you have five minutes and closed the door. You cried again with the shower pouring on you. It hit you at random times that this was your life now. You started washing up. While in the middle of rinsing your hair the door slammed open.
“Time’s up.” Gator announced.
“I’m not done. Can I at least get the shampoo out?” You continue running the water over your head. You don’t know why but you felt okay talking back to Gator or asking him questions. Gator just stood there. He didn’t want to just grab you and drag you out so he waited. You stepped out of the shower.
Gator’s eyes on yours he handed you clothes. “Put these on. Hurry up.” He turned around but didn’t leave.
Back in the shed and chained up again, you felt better. Maybe not about the whole situation and everything happening but at least you felt clean.
Gator walked into the shed the next morning. “I got something for you.” You sat up curious. He handed you a deck of cards. Your face lit up. Considering you been having nothing to do this whole time, the cards were a miracle sent to you. You started thinking of all the games you could play.
“Thank you!” You exclaimed. “You wanna play something?” You asked excitedly. Gator was taken aback. He wasn’t expecting you to ask him to join. He realized he had nothing to do besides watch you so he agreed.
That week flew by because of some cards. It was something to finally do. You and Gator played all different games. You found out he was a sore loser. Gator started letting his walls down around you. You’ve actually seen him smile and laugh. Something you found he didn’t do around Roy.
Any time Roy came in, it seemed Gator was on guard. A different person. Roy still didn’t like that you had nothing to do with your father. He didn’t like that they couldn’t find him. Kept telling you that you were staying here until they did.
A month and a half of being kept in a shed, you were plagued with nightmares. You sat up straight in bed waking up from one. It was dark outside. Trying to catch your breath and not cry you look to your left and scream. Gator was sitting there.
“Sorry. Shh. Please. Sorry.” He apologized.
“Gator what the fuck?” You practically yell.
“I couldn’t sleep so I thought I’d check on ya. You were stirring a lot. Didn’t look good. Wanted to make sure you weren’t dying or something.” He gave a lame excuse.
“So you just watch me? How about wake me up? Or just don’t watch me sleep.” You put your head in your hands. Taking deep breathes and trying to calm down. You feel the bed move. Looking up you see Gator sitting next to you.
“Sorry. Bad dreams?” He looked at you with actual concern.
“Something like that.” No way you could tell him it was because of this place. But somehow you knew you didn’t have to.
“I wish I could get you out of here. Obviously this ain’t going nowhere.” Looking around the shack you remember the outside world. Outside of this shed. Outside of their house. “This is going to sound fucked up but what part of this situation isn’t?” He gave a small laugh that was more of a breath. “I’m gonna miss you. Once you leave. Probably closest thing I had to a friend.”
You looked at him with sadness. “Gator.” Voice quiet. During this time you actually started caring about him. You weren’t sure why. Too tired to care at that moment. You touched his arm. If you did get out, you knew you wouldn’t see him again. Yet you knew your chances of getting out were low. So he really didn’t have to worry.
“We’re getting out. Somehow.” He looked at you. Your eyes widened. ‘We’re getting out’ not just you. As if you couldn’t be more shocked, Gator leaned in and kissed you. Hand reaching to the back of your neck. In your surprise, you started kissing him back.
Pulling away from the kiss. “Ivy.” Gator’s voice was rough.
“Gator.” You stare into each other’s eyes both reading an agreement. He starts kissing you again. More rough like it’s not enough. Your hands move automatically trying to take his jacket off while his hands fumble to take your shirt off.
He pushes you down, lips never leaving yours. He reaches down and starts rubbing your pussy over your pants. “Already wet for me mama?” He chuckles into your mouth. You whimper in response. Breaking away he takes off your pants exposing your cunt. Even though it’s dark in the shed you can see his eyes light up. “Fuck” he moans.
He dips his head between your legs and starts licking your folds. Your head rolls back while he’s eating you out. Gator enters two fingers in you and starts pumping them. His mouth focused on your swollen bud. With your eyes rolled back you can feel your orgasm coming on.
“Gator.” You moan not being able to take it anymore. He continues what he’s doing. Your orgasm taking over you and coming all over his fingers. Satisfied he stops and smiles.
“Best snack I’ve ever had.” He licks up his fingers enjoying the taste of you. “Can’t wait to have more.” He starts taking off his pants, his thick hard cock springing free. Climbing on top of you, he positions himself. “Need ya to come for me one more time.” He enters inside you.
Your walls stretching from him, you gasp. He only lets you adjust for a second before he starts moving. Your nails digging into his back. His head at the crook of your neck. Both of you breathing heavily. Your second orgasm coming faster than your first. Gator finishes closely after.
Even with the cot being small, you both managed to lay on it. You’re back to his chest. Your eyelids getting heavy, you drifted off to sleep. When you woke up. He was gone.
summary: attending a wedding in a pretty dress gets gator all worked up to the point where he makes you go back to the hotel early
cw: smut, piv, oral (f receiving), spanking, spitting, hair pulling, rough & soft sex, soft ending, they’re so obsessed with each other it almost seems toxic
wc: 2.7k
the sun was still shining bright even as it got lower in the sky. golden light flooded the small garden where your cousins wedding reception was being held.
the ceremony was like something out of a dream, surrounded by multicoloured flowers and a green screen like backdrop.
however the whole time, sat in the second row of the crowd, gators eyes did not leave you once.
all day his eyes had been burning holes through the fabric of your dress that clung to all your curve in just the right way.
it took you ages to get out the hotel room in the first place, gator clinging to you, kissing your face so much you had to re do your make up three times.
"either you change or we're not going"
"no can do gate, only got the one dress"
"well then get naked and we'll stay here" his arms were wrapped around your waist, his face in your neck as you attempted to wiggle out of his grasp.
eventually you got gator out the hotel, being around a load of your family putting him off dry humping you for the length of your ceremony.
now, as the sun set on the outdoor venue, the orange rays bouncing off the shiny string lights and glass ornaments, gator was back on you.
"mama yer killin me"
"hmm?" you pretended not to hear him properly, avoiding his gaze from beside you as you refilled your champagne glass.
"you heard me"
your eyes flick over to him for a second as you let the bottle stopper slip from your hands and roll across the table.
you waited until it reached the edge, watching in your peripheral, before bending over and leaning across the table to catch the stopper, pushing out your hips right in-front of gator.
he didn't even pretend to look elsewhere, shamelessly staring right at your ass, hands lifting up instinctively to grab it.
"gator!" you jumped, spinning around.
"don't do that"
"don't do what?"
"act like ya don't know what ya doin" he stepped forward, causing you to strain your neck looking up at him.
"not acting"
"yer-"
"jessica!" you cut gator off, spinning around at the sight of your newly wed cousin, turning your back on gator.
you held your arm out for a hug, brushing your hair over your shoulder, giving gator a full view of the low back on your dress.
as you embrace your cousin, twisting your body slightly to show off the curve of your waist, gator's jaw tightens, his hands twitching by his sides.
after an agonising long 4 minutes of watching you converse with jess in high pitched voices over a whole lot of nothing, you turn back slowly, bringing your glass up to your mouth.
wrapping your lips around the edge as you find gators eyes, they're dark, slightly squinted with pure frustration and unadulterated lust.
"quite done?"
"with what?" you say into the glass, using it almost as a shield as gator shakes his head slowly, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek.
as much it was taking you just as much willpower not to jump his bones, you knew he was worse at hiding his temptation so teasing him was high on your priories for entertainment.
"yer playing a dangerous game young lady"
"maybe i like the game"
"i think you like the consequences"
you raise your eyebrows, stepping forward and brushing past gator towards a small circle of your closest family.
"cmon, just a bit longer" you subtly reached out to take his hand.
he groaned loudly and aggressively even though he closed his large fingers around your smaller ones with a stark contrast of gentleness.
joining the group, gator draped himself over you from behind, his head on your shoulder, looking completely innocent as he took advantage of the noise to whisper into your ear.
"gonna fuckin ruin ya when we're outa here"
you nodded and smiled politely along with your families conversations, trying to ignore the heat rushing south to your core.
"yer blushin doll"
"youre hard"
jaw clenching again, gators fingers dug into your sides, pulling you a step away from the group, not amused by your attitude one bit.
"i've had enough"
"wh- what?" you turned around slightly, finding gators face to be a lot closer to you own than you were expecting.
"we're leaving"
"now?"
"yes"
"sure" you scoffed.
"i don't like this fuckin attitude"
"why? you're the reason f'it"
he takes a step back, exhaling slowly as he did, eyes flicking over you, your family, the venue.
"what's that my darlin?" he starts up, loudly and put on.
"gate?" you whisper, cheeks already flushing with incoming attention.
"got a headache? might be a migraine ya know"
he reaches out and takes your whole face in his large palms, brushing away stray baby hairs with that same contrasting gentleness, furrowing his brows with faux sympathy.
in an instant, all the women in your family found and surrounded you, sharing sympathetic 'awhs' and 'ohs' until you found yourself being told-
"sweetheart you should really go, you do look awfully unwell"
you stare back at your aunt blankly, offence simmering dangerously close to showing on your apparently 'sickly looking' face.
gator stood behind you, not even bothering to conceal the smug smile that had his lips in a chokehold.
"yeah cmon sweets, let's get you back"
his hands guided you away from the crowds, at least letting you find your cousin to say goodbye first before he swooped you off your feet and carried you towards the hotel entrance, ironically bridal style.
you reach the lifts where gator kindly sets you on the ground not letting you go far out of his hold.
as you get in the lift, his lips finally meet yours for the first time all night. his tongue forces past your lips, tasting the champagne you never got to finish.
he presses you up against the cold metal wall of the list, causing you to gasp against his mouth which he took to his advantage, deepening the kiss.
the ping of the lift stopping pulls you out of each others mouths too soon for your liking, gator grabbing your upper arm to hastily pull you out of the small box.
quickly checking down the halls, gator takes your hips, hauling you up and over his shoulder without hesitation.
"gator!" you squeal.
"quiet ma- don't wanna disturb anyone do ya?"
he smacks your ass through your dress, rubbing the side of his face into your hip as he makes the short walk down the hall towards your room.
"ah fuck- the card" he groaned, setting you back down on the floor once again. "gimme"
"ask nicely"
"don't do-"
"gator" speaking in a singsong tone, you clutched your bag, turning it away slightly as he reached out to snatch it.
"please gimme the card"
without breaking eye contact, or the thick tension between you, you reach into your bag, fiddling around and pulling out the keycard.
"pain in my ass you are" he snatched the card out of your fingers.
"you love the pain"
he flashed you a playful smile as he opened the door, his hand finding your lower back to push you past the threshold.
he kicks the door shut behind him, lips already back on yours, both your hands pulling at each others expensive evening attire as he toes off his shoes clumsily.
you rid him of his blazer, pulling frantically at his tie and shirt buttons beneath it. he fumbled over the zipper on the side of your dress after spending far too long trying to unzip fabric across your back that had no zip.
"fuckin- stupid- size- zip" he mumbled against your lips, pulling it down with a harsh sound that you swore was the seams ripping.
you shimmied out of the silky fabric, leaving you in just a delicate pair of lace panties and stiletto heels. gator pulled back to look at you, taking you all in like a prize he worked so hard for.
"hey cmon- we're not even" you gesture to your bodies.
"such a bossy thing arent we"
instead of answering, you undo his belt, pulling it smoothly off his waist, letting it drop to the floor along with his shirt and tie.
as your both working on his dress trousers, the backs of your knees hit the big king bed in the middle of the room.
wobbling on your feet, one of gators hands shot out to grab your wait as you steady yourself with his larger frame.
"steady on mama" he laughs, kicking his trousers off all the way. "cmere"
he lifts you by your hips, stepping back to throw you into the middle of the bed from the foot of it.
"been waiting f'this all fuckin night"
gator pulled your knees, leaning down onto the bed between your legs as he forced them apart.
after slowly taking off your heels, he licked up the insides of your thighs, messily kissing over the fabric of your panties, groaning into them at the taste of your arousal that had seeped through.
"gate" your breathing was erratic with anticipation, catching when you saw him spit onto the fabric.
his lips latched onto your covered clit, sucking it through the lace. your hips bucked up into his face, despite his hands trying to hold you still.
heat bubbled low in your belly, the friction of the lacy fabric adding to the already overwhelming pleasure from gator, making your body jerk and legs tremble around his head.
your fingers found his hair, pulling it out of the gel cast frantically as your back arched with the sudden wave of your orgasm washing through.
with a loud cry of his name he pulled off you, just long enough to peel away your wet, sticky panties, watching as they clung to your puffy lips.
"hadn't even got these off and yet fallin apart" gator groaned as he dipped his head back down between your thighs.
chocking out a moan, you felt gators tongue push through your slick folds and flick over your sensitive clit, still throbbing with the aftershocks of your climax.
"gate- too much"
instead of listening to you, he dragged two rough fingertips up your slit, teasing your dripping entrance to make you shiver before plunging them inside.
wrapping his lips around your bare clit, he curled his fingers up against your spongey walls, bringing you close to another high.
"aah- mffh- gator"
"i can feel ya squeezing, baby- cum all over my fingers"
his words vibrating into your core sent you over the edge, pulling another devastating orgasm out of you, your eyes tightly shut and jaw slack in a broken cry.
he rode out your high until you'd stopped shaking quite as violently, climbing up your body to lock his lips onto yours. you kissed him back with desperation, teeth clashing, tasting yourself on his tongue.
finding the strength in your weak joints, you sit up and push gator to the side. he fell onto the mattress beside you, your body settling half on his in an attempt to keep him down.
with his mouth still on yours, you palmed him through his tented underwear, making him groan against you. you dipped your fingers under the band, immediately finding a small slick patch on his skin.
you let your fingers gently dance over the velvety skin of his cock, swiping pre cum from his slit until gator had had enough.
"yer fuckin-" he pushed you off him, back down onto the mattress. "always such a tease"
kneeling up, he took your hip, rolling you roughly onto your stomach before settling between your legs. he grabbed your hips with no longer gentle hands and pulled your ass back, forcefully arching your back.
"think it's funny to drive me insane all night- then keep up that little attitude back here?"
his palm connected with your ass with a sharp sound from the contact, and from your throat.
"when i said you like the consequences" another smack, making you whine. "i think i was right ya know"
you knew better than to talk back, especially when gator was right. each smack to your ass had your pussy clenching around nothing, and he could see it.
before you could whine anymore, gator was bullying the fat head of his cock into your tight cunt. not before he spat down on where you connected a couple times, pulling his tip out to smear his saliva all over your already dripping wet core.
he didn't stop for a second once he slid all the way in, stop to feel you around him, stop you let you adjust. he set a brutal pace immediately, tearing broken cries from your chest, making the headboard slam against the wall.
"this what ya wanted sugar? huh?"
"yeaaah"
"what was that?" his hand fisted in your hair, pulling your head out of the pillow that was muffling your moans.
"this- i wanted"
"fuckin knew ya did- dirty girl" he let your hair go, hands returning to press bruises into your hips.
you were a mess underneath him, teetering on the edge of another orgasm, so worked up and over sensitive from gators tongue.
"fuck- you gonna cum again- gonna cum all over my cock this time?" his hand slipped around your front to find your clit as he could tell you were close.
"please" you chocked out at the sudden attention to your overworked nerves.
"go on mama- let go f'me"
you did. your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks, white hot pleasure soaring though your veins, your legs giving out from underneath you, dropping flat onto the mattress. gator fell over you, his face pressing into yours, slowing his pace.
"cmon sweets, turn over f'me- you're okay" his nose nudges against yours, his lips pressing kisses to any part of your cheek that he can.
still shaking, he pulls out slowly, helping you turn onto your back and your head to find a pillow. your legs unconsciously open back up for him, in which gator smirks proudly.
with softer hands, he pushes back in, watching himself disappear into your slick heat, transfixed at the creamy ring that has formed around his base.
"jesus- look at that- she's just sucking me right back in"
when he reached the hilt, he leant back over you, taking your legs up to wrap over his back. your arms locked around his neck as he braced himself on his forearms right by your head.
the only way that you two would be closer is if you literally got inside his skin, even though you were pretty sure somewhere along the line you already were.
"squeezing me so good mama- 'm so close"
"i- mffh"
gator buried his head in your neck, kissing and biting the skin as his hips rolled in a steady rhythm, each thrust felt like he was rearranging your insides.
"stay with me yeah? i want one more from ya"
"yeah- close-" you mewled, finding his lips with your own in a lazy, messy kiss.
your nails scratched down his back as gators hips rolled quicker, frantically chasing his own, desperately sort after release.
"fuck- sugar- i'm gonna- aah"
with a deep, chesty groan gator came, filling you up with a heavy load, rope after rope of hot cum until it was dripping out from around his length.
the sensation of gator painting your soft walls pulled one final, softer, orgasm out of you, leaving you feeling all fuzzy and warm and boneless.
"fuck mama- ya alright?"
"so good" you smiled, fucked out and blissful.
gator rolled over, keeping you tight to his chest, and his dick plugged in your cunt. you sprawled out over his chest listening to the comforting sound of his heartbeat settling down.
his hands traced soft patterns over your back as his smiling lips pressed little kissed into your hair.
"could be us one day mama" he croaked out after a beat of quiet, his words vibrating against your cheek.
"huh?"
"a wedding"
you peeled your eyes open, using all your energy to lean on your forearm and look up at gator.
"you saying ya wanna marry me gator tillman?" you teased.
"don't do that-" he goes to dismiss you automatically looking away but only for a second when he sees your little blush that he knows isn't just from the way he fucked you.
"course i wanna marry ya sweets- im gonna marry ya"
Summary: At a tense Tillman family dinner, you finally kill your old lipliner. Your pervert stepbrother Gator notices immediately and offers you a fancy new one right there at the table. What starts as a “helpful” touch-up quickly turns into something much filthier in the bathroom, his truck, and his bed. Gator’s always been a little too attentive to your mouth…
Word count: 5.8K
Warnings: NSFW, explicit smut, oral sex (m/receiving), unprotected p/v sex, step siblings incest, dubious consent/power imbalance, crude language & dirty talk, slight exhibitionism risk, Gator’s canon typical daddy issues & insecurity mixed with heavy perv behavior, no plot just horny
A/N: going back to my stepbro!gator roots with this one lol. Hope I still got it!
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The fluorescent lights in the Tillman kitchen buzzed like angry hornets overhead, casting a harsh glow over the chipped Formica table and the mismatched plates piled with meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and green beans swimming in canned mushroom soup. It was another one of those mandatory family dinners, Roy Tillman’s way of pretending the household wasn’t a pressure cooker of resentment and old scars. You sat squeezed between the edge of the table and Gator’s broad shoulder, your stepbrother’s knee occasionally brushing yours under the tablecloth like it was an accident. It never was.
You were the outsider who’d somehow become family when your mom married Roy a couple years back. Not blood, thank God, but close enough that Roy treated you like another extension of his empire: quiet, obedient, useful. Gator, though? Gator treated you like something he wanted to poke at until it squirmed.
Dinner had dragged on with Roy droning about some case, his voice all gravel and authority, while Gator slouched in his deputy uniform, vape pen tucked behind his ear like a trophy. He’d been watching you the whole meal, those restless hazel eyes flicking from your face to your hands and back again. You tried to ignore it, focusing on scraping the last bit of color from your lips with the cheap drugstore lipliner you’d been nursing for weeks.
The tube was ancient, the product worn down to a nub. You twisted it up one final time, angling the mirror of your compact under the table so no one would notice, and swiped it across your lower lip with a quick, practiced motion. The color came out patchy, more habit than pigment at this point. You pressed your lips together, blending, then capped it with a soft click that somehow cut through the low hum of conversation.
Gator’s fork paused halfway to his mouth. His lips twitched into that crooked, shit-eating grin he wore like armor. “Well, shit,” he drawled, loud enough for the table to hear but casual enough that Roy just grunted in annoyance. “You finally killed it, huh? That poor little pencil’s been hangin’ on by a thread for months.”
Heat crept up your neck. Everyone glanced over, Roy with his perpetual scowl, your mom offering a polite but tired smile, even the distant cousin who’d shown up uninvited. You shoved the empty tube into your pocket, muttering, “It’s fine. I’ll get a new one tomorrow.”
Gator leaned back in his chair, the wood creaking under his weight. He was built like someone who spent more time lifting weights in the station gym than actually doing paperwork: tall, broad-shouldered, with that messy dark hair he kept pushing back like he was in a damn cologne ad. “Nah, don’t bother with that cheap crap. I got somethin’ better.”
You blinked. “What?”
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached into the pocket of his tactical vest, because of course he wore the damn thing to dinner and pulled out a sleek black tube. It looked expensive, the kind of brand you’d see in those glossy makeup ads with models pouting in infinity pools. Gator twirled it between his fingers like a cigarette, his eyes never leaving your mouth.
“New lipliner,” he said, voice dropping just a notch, that pervert edge slipping in like smoke. “Saw you finishin’ the old one right here in front of God and everybody. Figured you might need a refill. This one’s the good shit—long-wear, won’t smear when you’re… y’know. Eatin’. Or whatever.”
The “whatever” hung there, heavy and suggestive. Your mom cleared her throat, but Roy just chuckled low, like his son’s weird little gifts were normal bonding. Gator’s knee pressed firmer against yours now, deliberate. You could feel the heat through his jeans.
“Thanks,” you said flatly, reaching for it.
He pulled it back just out of reach, grinning wider. “Hold up. Lemme see if it matches first. C’mere.”
Before you could protest, Gator scooted his chair closer, the legs scraping loud against the linoleum. His free hand cupped your chin, fingers rough from years of gripping steering wheels and guns, but surprisingly gentle as he tilted your face toward the light. The table went quiet again. Roy muttered something about “kids these days,” but didn’t stop him. Gator’s thumb brushed just below your lower lip, wiping away a nonexistent smudge.
“Open up a little,” he murmured, voice low enough that only you could hear the pervert lilt in it. His breath smelled like the mint vape he’d been hitting earlier mixed with the faint tang of the beer he’d snuck despite Roy’s rules. “Gotta make sure it don’t look like clown paint on you.”
Your heart hammered. This was classic Gator, pushing boundaries in front of everyone because he knew no one would call him on it. Not really. He was Roy’s boy, the deputy who could flash a badge and make problems disappear. You parted your lips slightly, more out of shock than obedience, and he uncapped the liner with his teeth, the plastic clicking softly.
He leaned in closer than necessary, his face inches from yours. Those eyes, dark and hungry locked on your mouth like it was the only thing in the room. The tip of the pencil touched your cupid’s bow first, cool and waxy, gliding with a precision that surprised you. Gator’s hand was steady, but his breathing wasn’t. You could see the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed, the faint flush creeping under his stubble.
“Stay still, sweetheart,” he whispered, the word dripping with that fake-sweet tone he used when he wanted something. “Wouldn’t want to mess it up. Though… bet it’d look pretty smeared anyway.”
Your stomach twisted, half embarrassment, half something warmer and more dangerous. The rest of the family was pretending to eat, forks clinking awkwardly, but you felt their eyes. Gator didn’t care. He traced the liner along your upper lip with agonizing slowness, then the lower, his thumb still anchoring your chin. When he finished, he didn’t pull away immediately. Instead, he rubbed his thumb across your bottom lip, “blending” it, pressing just hard enough to feel the give of soft skin.
“Perfect,” he said, voice husky. “Matches your pretty little mouth just right. Bet it tastes good too.”
“Gator,” your mom started, half-scolding, but Roy waved her off with a grunt.
“Boy’s just bein’ helpful. Ain’t that right, son?”
Gator finally leaned back, but not before his fingers lingered a second too long, brushing your jaw. He capped the liner and tossed it into your lap under the table, where it landed warm from his pocket. “Keep it. I got more where that came from. Figured you’d run out eventually, the way you’re always playin’ with your lips at the table.”
You clutched the tube, cheeks burning. Dinner resumed in strained silence, but Gator’s gaze stayed glued to you. Every time you licked your lips, testing the new color, the smooth glide, he smirked like he’d won some private game.
Later, after the plates were cleared and Roy had retreated to his study with a cigar, you escaped to the upstairs bathroom to wash up. The house was old, creaky, full of shadows and the faint smell of gun oil and leather. You stared at your reflection: the lipliner looked expensive on you, a deep berry shade that made your mouth look fuller, poutier. It suited you too well.
The door clicked open without a knock. Gator slipped in, locking it behind him with a soft snick. He filled the small space immediately, tall frame, broad chest in that tight black tee under the unbuttoned deputy shirt, jeans slung low on his hips.
“Couldn’t wait to see how it looked up close,” he said, leaning against the sink beside you. His voice had dropped the dinner-table casualness; now it was all raw, needy edge. “Fuck, it does look good. Real good.”
You tried to step back, but the wall was right there. “Gator, what the hell? Dinner was bad enough.”
He chuckled, low and rough, crowding you without quite touching. “Aw, c’mon. You know I was just lookin’ out for my little stepsis. That old liner was pathetic. This one…” His eyes dipped to your mouth again, dark and heavy-lidded. “This one won’t budge even if you’re on your knees suckin’ cock or somethin’.”
The words hit like a slap, crude and deliberate. Heat pooled low in your belly despite yourself. Gator had always been like this: pervy comments wrapped in “brotherly” concern, lingering stares when you changed clothes, “accidental” brushes in the hallway. He was insecure as hell underneath the swagger, desperate for any scrap of attention that wasn’t Roy’s disappointed glare. And right now, that desperation was aimed square at you.
“Shut up,” you hissed, but your voice lacked bite.
He grinned, stepping closer until his boots bracketed yours. One hand came up to trace the liner on your lip with his thumb again, pressing in until your mouth parted. “Make me. Or better yet… lemme see if it smears.”
Before you could protest, Gator dipped his head and kissed you, hard, hungry, nothing like a stepbrother should. His mouth was hot, insistent, the faint taste of mint and meatloaf mixing with the waxy berry of the liner. He groaned into it, one hand sliding to the back of your neck to hold you in place while the other gripped your hip, fingers digging in possessively.
You gasped, and he took the opening, tongue sliding in to taste you properly. The kiss turned filthy fast, wet, open-mouthed, his teeth nipping at your lower lip like he’d been thinking about it all through dinner. When he pulled back, the liner was slightly smudged at the edges, but mostly intact.
“See?” he panted, forehead against yours. “Told you it’s good shit. Stays put even when I’m fuckin’ your mouth with my tongue.”
“Gator…” Your hands were on his chest, not pushing him away as much as you should’ve.
He smirked, that crooked charm cracking open to show the pervert underneath. “What? You gonna tell Dad I’m bein’ inappropriate with his new daughter? Go ahead. He’ll probably just tell me to ‘handle it like a man.’” His hand slid lower, cupping your ass through your jeans and squeezing. “Or maybe you like it. Bet you do. Always catchin’ you starin’ when I’m out in the yard liftin’ or comin’ back from a shift all sweaty.”
You swallowed, the new liner making your lips feel slick and sensitive. “You’re such an asshole.”
“Yeah, but I’m your asshole stepbrother.” He kissed you again, slower this time, grinding his hips forward so you could feel the growing hardness in his jeans pressing against your thigh. “Been watchin’ that mouth all night. The way you licked the fork, finished that liner like it was nothin’. Got me thinkin’ about other things you could finish with those pretty lips.”
His free hand wandered up under your shirt, calloused palm skimming your stomach, thumb brushing the underside of your bra. Gator wasn’t smooth, he was eager, a little clumsy in his desperation, like he needed this validation more than air. Roy never gave him enough, so he took it wherever he could. Right now, that was you.
“Gator, someone could hear,” you whispered, even as your body arched into his touch.
He laughed softly against your neck, nipping the skin there. “Let ’em. Whole damn family knows I’m a fuck-up anyway. Might as well be a pervert too.” His fingers found the button of your jeans, popping it open with practiced ease. “C’mon, sweetheart. Lemme show you what else this liner can handle. On your knees for me? Just for a minute. I’ll be quick.”
The bathroom felt too small, too hot. You should’ve shoved him out, told him no, reminded him of the thousand reasons this was messed up. But Gator’s eyes were wide and hungry, that insecure boy peeking through the cocky deputy mask. He wanted you to want him. Needed it.
You sank down slowly, the tile cold through your knees. Gator’s breath hitched, hands fumbling with his belt like he couldn’t believe his luck. “Fuck yeah. Good girl. Knew you’d look perfect down there.”
He freed himself, thick and already leaking, and guided your head forward with a gentleness that contrasted the filth coming out of his mouth. “Open up. Let me see that new color wrapped around me. Bet it’ll look even better smeared all over my cock.”
You took him in, the taste of salt and skin mixing with the berry wax. Gator groaned loud enough that you worried about the walls, his hips jerking shallowly as he tried not to thrust too hard. “Shit… just like that. Your mouth’s so fuckin’ warm. Been jerkin’ off thinkin’ about this for weeks. Ever since I saw you puttin’ on lip gloss in the hallway mirror, all innocent-like.”
He talked the whole time. Pervy ramblings mixed with praise, his hand gentle in your hair even as his words turned nasty. “Swirl your tongue—yeah, fuck. You’re a natural. My perfect little stepsis slut. Roy’d kill me if he knew, but goddamn, it’s worth it.”
The liner held surprisingly well at first, but as he got closer, it started to smudge at the corners of your mouth, glossy and messy. Gator’s eyes were glued to it, pupils blown wide. “Look at that… perfect. Just how I imagined.”
He came with a choked groan, hips stuttering, spilling hot across your tongue and a little on your lips. You pulled back, breathing hard, the berry color now artfully wrecked: smeared at the edges, mixed with spit and him.
Gator hauled you up immediately, kissing you messy and grateful, tasting himself on you without a care. “Fuck, you’re amazin’. Knew that liner was a good pick.” His hand slipped back into your open jeans, fingers finding you wet and sliding through slick heat. “Now it’s your turn. Gotta return the favor, right? Can’t have my girl unsatisfied.”
You didn’t correct the “my girl.” Not yet.
He fingered you right there against the sink, two thick digits curling just right while his thumb rubbed your clit in messy circles. His mouth stayed on yours, or on your neck, whispering more filth: how pretty you looked with his cum on your lips, how he’d buy you a whole set of makeup just to ruin it all over again, how no one else got to see you like this.
You came hard, biting his shoulder to muffle the sound, body shaking against his solid frame. Gator held you through it, murmuring soft praises now that the edge was off. “That’s it, baby. So good for me. My secret little thing.”
After, he helped clean you up with a warm washcloth, surprisingly tender. The liner was a lost cause, smeared beyond repair but he just grinned and pulled out another tube from his pocket, same brand.
“See? Told you I got more. Keep this one in your room. I’ll check on it tomorrow night. Make sure you’re usin’ it right.”
You rolled your eyes, but took it. “You’re such a pervert, Gator.”
He winked, adjusting his uniform like nothing happened. “Only for you, stepsis. Only for you.”
As he slipped out the door, checking the hallway first, you stared at your reflection again. Lips still tingling, new liner clutched in your hand like a dirty secret. Downstairs, Roy’s voice boomed something about patrol schedules. The house felt heavier now, charged with whatever this was becoming.
Gator wasn’t done. You knew that much. He’d find excuses, another “gift” at breakfast, a late-night knock on your door after Roy passed out from whiskey, more pervy comments disguised as brotherly advice. And part of you, the part that craved the attention in this cold, fucked-up house just as badly as he did, was already wondering what color he’d pick next.
The days blurred after that. Gator made it his mission to “help” with your makeup routine. Mornings, he’d corner you in the kitchen while your mom was out and Roy was at the station, pressing you against the counter to “test” the new liner by kissing it off. Afternoons, when he came home from a shift, he’d drag you into his truck in the driveway, tinted windows hiding the way he’d pull you into his lap and grind against you until you were both breathless, his hands under your shirt, mouth on your neck leaving marks he’d cover with more “helpful” suggestions.
One night, after a particularly tense dinner where Roy had chewed Gator out for botching a simple traffic stop, Gator showed up in your room at 2 a.m., eyes wild and needy. “Dad’s asleep. C’mere. Need you.”
He was gentler that night, the insecurity raw after Roy’s words. Instead of the usual rush, he laid you out on your bed and took his time kissing down your body, murmuring how soft you were, how no one else made him feel like this. When he finally pushed inside you, slow and deep.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, hips rolling steady. “Tight little pussy clenchin’ around me like you were made for this. My stepsis… shit, we’re so fucked up, but I don’t care. You’re mine.”
You came together, his hand over your mouth to keep quiet, bodies slick and tangled in the dark. Afterward, he didn’t leave right away. He stayed curled around you, tracing patterns on your skin with those rough fingers, the empty lipliner tube from dinner sitting on your nightstand like a trophy.
“You know I ain’t good at this shit,” he admitted quietly, the tough-guy mask slipping. “Roy says I’m a disappointment every damn day. But with you… feels like I’m doin’ somethin’ right.”
It was messed up. Deeply, undeniably. Step-siblings in a house ruled by a corrupt sheriff who’d probably lose his mind if he found out. But in the quiet moments, Gator wasn’t just the pervert deputy with the ego and the daddy issues. He was the guy who noticed when your old makeup ran out, who bought something nice because he paid attention. Who craved touch and validation so badly he’d risk everything for it.
And you? You kept using the liners. Kept letting him “test” them. Kept falling a little deeper into whatever this toxic, heated thing was.
Weeks turned into a secret routine. Gator would text you from the station crude photos of new makeup hauls he’d “confiscated” (stolen from some evidence locker, probably), followed by promises of what he’d do when he got home. At family barbecues, he’d sit beside you, hand on your thigh under the table, whispering how he couldn’t wait to smear that pretty color all over his dick again.
One evening, Roy was out of town for some law enforcement conference, leaving the house empty except for the two of you and your mom, who’d gone to bed early with a migraine. Gator wasted no time.
He found you in the living room, flipping through channels, and hauled you upstairs to his room without a word. It was messier than yours. Posters of bands he barely listened to, empty vape cartridges, his deputy gear slung over a chair. He pushed you onto the bed, crawling over you with that predatory grin.
“Been thinkin’ about this all day,” he said, stripping off his shirt to reveal the lean muscle underneath. “You in that little sundress at dinner, lips all shiny with my gift. Drove me fuckin’ crazy.”
He didn’t bother with slow this time. Clothes came off in a frenzy, your dress hiked up, panties shoved aside, his jeans barely pushed down his thighs. He thrust into you hard, the bed creaking under you both, his mouth latching onto yours in a bruising kiss that destroyed the fresh layer of lipliner you’d put on just to tease him.
“Gator—ah—slow down,” you gasped, but your legs wrapped around his waist anyway.
“Can’t,” he panted, hips snapping relentlessly. “Too good. Too fuckin’ tight. Gonna fill you up, make you walk around tomorrow with me still leakin’ out. Bet you’d like that, huh? My dirty little secret.”
His hand found your throat, not squeezing, just holding, thumb pressing over the pulse point as he fucked you deeper. The pervert in him loved the control, the risk. But underneath, there was that desperate edge: the way he buried his face in your neck afterward, whispering “Don’t leave me, okay? Everyone else does.”
You held him close, fingers in his hair, the smeared berry color staining his lips now too. “I’m not going anywhere.”
It wasn’t love. Not the clean kind, anyway. It was need and rebellion and the twisted comfort of two broken people finding solace in the one place they shouldn’t. Gator kept buying more lipliners: different shades, different brands, leach one an excuse to watch your mouth, to ruin it, to claim it as his.
And every time, at dinner or in the truck or in the dead of night, he’d lean in with that crooked smile and say, “Open up, sweetheart. Let’s see how this one holds up.”
The Tillman house kept its secrets, just like it always had. But yours and Gator’s? They were written in smudged berry and desperate moans, in the quiet aftershocks where a pervert stepbrother became something dangerously close to yours.
summary: gator wakes you up with sweet kisses on your birthday, until you're both too needy and he takes you right there.
warnings: 18+, smut, p in v, lovemaking, softer sex and soft!gator because that's all i've been craving this week apparently, 1,4k words
Early mornings are not your forte at all. That’s why you’re only groggily growling and burying your head further onto the pillow as you feel Gator move behind you. He’s shuffling closer so his body is flush with yours, you can feel the gentle nudge of his morning wood on your ass as he starts caressing the skin of your arm, travelling upwards to squeeze your shoulder and move back down again. Then, there’s the first delicate brush of his lips right below your ear and it makes you flinch a bit, your skin sensitive to his ministrations so early in the day. But you ease into it and relax against him again. He’s trailing kisses further along your jaw now, nipping and even licking the further he goes along, and simultaneously, one of his hands is making its way under your loose sleep shirt and caressing the soft skin of your stomach there.
He’s being too nice, you think to yourself for just a second. Most times, he doesn’t care how tired you are, if he’s in the mood, he’ll let you know exactly what he wants from you. Fully rutting his hips into you and already pulling your shirt half way off before you have the chance to properly open your eyes.
But your boyfriend has a softer side now too, specially reserved only for you. And on a special occasion like today, you suppose he’s trying to be extra sweet for you and take some time and effort to show you how much he loves you.
“Gates, m’ still sleepin’” you mumble out but of course all you get in return is a little chuckle
“Nah sweets, I can feel ya pressing into me. You know exactly what yer doin”.
And just as you’re about to protest again, his big hand found your breast and is taking hold of it, squeezing once for good measure. And the bastard was right, the action causes you to press your ass further into his crotch, eliciting a little moan from both of you before Gator breathily chuckles into your neck asking you
“What was that?” As he gropes your flesh again, finding your nipple and gently rubbing it.
You can’t help yourself any longer, fully awake and aroused now, you grind your hips against his for some friction and he gets the message. Loud and clear.
With some awkward shuffling and moving around a bit he manages to get both your panties and his boxers off before he repositions himself against your back again, one arm propped up on his side and still holding you to him with one hand.
“You’re so warm and tempting in the morning like this baby” comes his gruff voice and you’re melting even further into his touch.
“Hmm Gator please, need you now” you whine. Before he does anything else, he puts his arm beneath your head to gently shift your face in his direction so he can look at you and finally kiss you properly, even though your body remains on its side.
“‘ve gotcha sweet thing, just relax” as he places another sweet kiss against your plump lips. And then he’s finally taking hold of his bulging dick and pressing it against your entrance from behind, sliding through your slick a few times before he finally pushes home, ever so gently so you can adjust to his size until he’s all the way in. He needs a moment and buries his face into your skin to breathe
“You feel so good every single fucking time” he rasps out and then you’re letting out a little sigh to signal him he can move.
He sets a slow and steady rhythm at first, slow but deep strokes that make you feel him everywhere and have you moan out in no time. You’re clutching onto his arm that’s close to your head just to feel a little more grounded to him and not let the pleasure get too much too soon. Moving one of your own hands behind Gator’s neck to pull him down to you, you start kissing him with a newfound vigour as he’s setting your skin ablaze with every stroke and caress he’s gifting you. His tongue is stroking into you in the same lazy rhythm his cock is driving into your heat with, but as the kiss gets sloppier and more heated, so does the movement of his hips. There’s a newfound force with which he fucks into you and it’s making your head spin and fall back as the filthiest moans tumble out of your glistening lips
“Oh shit babe, mhhn” you trail off as yet another hard stoke hits your body and your pussy clenches around his dick. Gator’s movements falter for just a moment at that and he’s groaning into the air
“Yeah mama, a’ know. So good f’me” as he places his mouth back onto your neck to flick his tongue over your skin there and suck a mark into it after. Gator loves marking and claiming you as his whenever he can.
You’re getting closer and closer to the finish now, the burning pleasure in your core taking over every other thought and emotion in you. All you feel is Gator, everywhere around you there’s a bit of him right there, holding you, loving you, giving you the most intense pleasure you can feel. His shaft is pressing so deep and snuck into your walls that it’s almost unbearable. So you start moving your hips back into his, looking to intensify the friction and getting you both closer to your impending climax.
You can tell by his erratic thrusts that he’s only a few more strokes out, so you wedge your free hand between your thighs and press a finger onto your pulsing clit for that little bit of extra attention that you need to plummet over the edge. And as Gator feels you clench around him even tighter as the start of your orgasm finally hits you, he’s praising you with a desperate
“Fuck, jus’ like that. Come for me mama” right before he fills you to the hilt and comes deep inside your warmth with a grunt and the tightening of his arms around you.
You keep moving your hips ever so slightly to ride out both of your highs until you fall back into him, fully spent and oh so satisfied.
“You’re incredible” you mumble as your lips reach up to kiss the soft skin right under his jaw, the little bit of facial hair scratching your lips deliciously.
“Nah that’s all you baby”
And with that you decide to stay in bed a little bit longer. Safe in his arms, you get to feel loved and desired, continuing to brush your hands over each others warm, naked bodies, leaning in for lazy kisses and sweet nothings whispered into that sacred space between you.
The rest of the day is spend more or less the same. You’re never more than a few paces away from each other, he’s orbiting you as if you’re the centre of his universe which, if you asked him, is probably actually true.
He makes sandwiches for lunch and pulls out a box of cupcakes from your favourite bakery out the fridge. You’re showing him your gratitude and thanking him in kisses today. You tell him how sweet the cupcakes taste, he makes a joke about how sweet you would taste right now and the next thing you know, he’s throwing both your legs over his shoulders so he can be face to face with your sweet pussy and eat you out.
He makes it his mission to spend your special day catering to your every need. Feeding you, having you open the hopefully thoughtful gifts he’s got for you, having sex with you whenever your eyes look at him with that mischievous little sparkle in them that tells Gator exactly what you want from him…. And as you’re both falling back into bed at the end of the day, exhausted but so so happy from everything you got to do together today, you interlock his fingers with yours, lean over to place one last searing kiss onto his stubbly cheek before slowly drifting off and dreaming of the perfect birthday Gator had managed to put together for you.
A/N : sorry it took so long guys I've been struggling to write something that wasn't complete horseshit 😩
The house emptied in pieces. One deputy disappeared through the front door carrying a rifle case, another followed with a radio pressed to his ear. Bowman and Reeves crossed the hallway toward the mudroom, already pulling on heavier coats. Every movement was quiet and efficient, no one rushed because panic would have made this worse. This calm felt like preparation for something everyone understood could end badly.
You stood near the dining table, the prepaid phone still resting in your palm, a direct line to Roy’s informant, two federal contacts, the evidence that could finally destroy Cole’s organization and the responsibility to make sure ten years of work survived if Roy did not. You curled your fingers around it.
Across the room, Roy fastened his coat, his gun disappeared beneath it, then another weapon at his back. He checked both without looking down, Gator watched every movement. Neither of them spoke, for once, there was nothing left to argue about, the plan had already been given and the orders were clear.
Roy moved toward the door, Bowman opened it and cold air swept immediately into the house, sharp enough to make you shiver, snow had begun falling again, not too heavy, just thin white flecks caught in the yellow porch light. Roy stepped outside and Gator followed him into the doorway. “Dad.” He stopped, but didn’t turn around fully, simply looked back over his shoulder.
Gator’s mouth opened but he didn’t say anything. You watched him search for words he had probably spent his entire life refusing to say. Roy waited patiently this time, no mockery. Finally, his son spoke. “Be careful.” The words were almost too quiet to hear, but something shifted in Roy’s face so quickly you might have missed it if you hadn’t been watching. His eyes softened.
“Do your job.” Gator gave a short, humorless laugh.
“Yeah.” Roy turned away then stopped again. He stepped back toward his son and for one strange second, you thought he might say something else. Instead, he lifted one hand and placed it firmly against Gator’s shoulder, the gesture lasted no more than a second. No embrace, no reassurance, nothing that could be mistaken for tenderness if either man was forced to explain it later. Then Roy let go and walked toward his pickup without looking back.
Bowman and Reeves climbed into the cruiser behind him, engines started and headlights swept across the front of the house. You stood beside Gator and watched the vehicles pull away from the ranch. Roy’s pickup first, the cruiser following. Their red taillights grew smaller then blurred behind the falling snow before disappearing entirely beyond the curve of the road. The darkness closed behind them.
You kept staring long after there was nothing left to see as Gator remained beside you. His hands were buried inside his coat pockets, his jaw set too tightly. You thought about the first time you had met Roy Tillman, the way he had looked at you and how he decided what use you might have.
You had feared him then, you had hated him later, but now, standing in the open doorway while the cold crept through your clothes, you were afraid for him, afraid he might not come back. Gator reached past you and closed the door. “Time to go mama.”
Twenty minutes later, the ranch disappeared behind you. Gator drove while you sat in the passenger seat with the prepaid phone in one pocket and your own phone in the other. His cruiser smelled faintly of coffee, leather and the cold night air trapped inside his coat. The radio mounted between you crackled every few minutes with short updates, locations, times, nothing that told you what was actually happening.
Larsen followed almost half a mile behind in an unmarked vehicle, far enough away that his headlights occasionally disappeared behind the bends in the road. The snow thickened as you drove, it swept through the beams of the headlights in long streaks and the world outside narrowed to the road directly ahead. Occasionally, the silhouette of an abandoned barn rose from the darkness before being swallowed again. Gator drove faster than you liked, not recklessly, but just with the kind of rigid control that told you every part of him wanted to press the accelerator harder. You watched his hands, both on the steering wheel, knuckles pale. “You’re squeezing too hard.” He didn’t look at you.
“I’m driving.”
“You’re strangling the wheel.”
“It knows what it did.” Normally, the answer would have made you smile, but tonight, it didn’t. Gator glanced toward you, he seemed disappointed his joke hadn’t worked before his attention returned to the road. The radio crackled and Roy’s voice filled the cruiser.
“Team one, two miles out.” Gator immediately reached for the microphone.
“South team in position in six.”
“Copy.” The sheriff’s voice remained perfectly calm, no trace of fear or hesitation. The transmission ended and you looked at the radio.
“He sounds normal.”
“He always sounds normal.” He replied, without looking at you.
“Even when he isn’t ?” Gator’s mouth tightened.
“Especially then.” The road narrowed again as pavement gave way to uneven packed gravel. The cruiser vibrated beneath you as Gator slowed and turned down an even smaller county road. There were no streetlights nor houses here.
After another mile, he pulled onto the shoulder near an old drainage ditch and turned off the headlights. Darkness swallowed the cruiser instantly while the engine continued running, its low vibration travelled through the seat beneath you. Gator shut off the interior display lights one by one. The dashboard dimmed, the radio remained the only glow inside the vehicle, a small faint red dot, barely enough to illuminate anything.
You looked through the windshield, nothing, the road disappeared into blackness in both directions. The truck stop was somewhere north of you, several miles away. Close enough that Cole was no longer an abstract threat but far enough that you couldn’t see the building, Harold or Roy.
Larsen’s vehicle arrived a few minutes later and stopped farther down the road. Its lights flashed once then disappeared. Gator picked up the radio. “South position set.” A few seconds passed.
“Copy.” Roy, then Bowman’s voice.
“Visual on the main building. Parking lot’s mostly empty.” Reeves came next.
“Two vehicles on the west side.”
“Occupied ?” Roy asked.
“Can’t tell.”
“Any sign of the hostage ?”
“Negative.” The words drove straight through your chest, they couldn’t find Harold yet. Gator looked at you but you turned away. Roy’s voice returned.
“Any visual on Mercer ?”
“Negative.” Static filled the silence.
“Hold positions. Radio silence unless something moves.” The channel went quiet and Gator replaced the microphone, and then there was nothing.
You watched the clock on the dashboard, each number changed with unbearable precision. Gator sat still beside you, one hand remained on the wheel while the other rested against his thigh, close to the holster at his side. You looked toward the darkness outside, every shape seemed wrong. A fence post became a person, a tree became a vehicle and every gust of wind moving snow across the road looked like something approaching. You shifted in your seat.
“Don’t.” Gator said, making you frown.
“Don’t what ?”
“Whatever you’re thinking.”
“I’m sitting.” You replied, kind of bratty.
“You’re thinking about not sitting.” He said, and you looked back through the windshield.
“He’s only a few miles away. And so is Harold.”
“I know.”
“I could walk there faster than this.” You said, almost whispering.
“No, you couldn’t. That’s not the plan. ”
“It’s a bad plan.” You said, exhaling sharply as Gator lowered his voice.
“Katie.” You looked at him, the dim red light from the radio caught his face. Your anger faded and you looked at his hand which had begun to lightly tremble, just a faint movement in his fingers where they rested against his thigh. Gator noticed you looking and curled them into a fist.
“Are you scared for him ?” You asked while his eyes stayed on the road.
“No.” The answer came too fast but you didn’t challenge it, the silence did that for you. Several seconds passed, the engine hummed beneath you as snow fell softly against the windshield. Finally, Gator exhaled. “Yeah.” You turned toward him, his eyes remained fixed ahead. “I spent half my life wishing he’d disappear.” He looked at the radio. “Turns out I didn’t mean it.” Your chest knotted. You reached across the center console and placed your hand over his. His fingers loosened beneath yours, tuning his hand and interlaced them, squeezing tight. You didn’t speak again for now, it wasn’t necessary.
A faint light appeared in the distance. You lifted your head. At first, you thought it was Larsen repositioning, then the light grew brighter, headlights coming from the south. Gator’s hand left yours immediately and he straightened. The vehicle approached too slowly, not the speed of someone travelling an empty county road at night, it moved almost cautiously. The headlights swept across the fields then toward the cruiser. Gator reached for the radio. “Vehicle approaching south position.” His voice remained low and professional, this was cop Gator. The radio crackled softly but no answer from Roy.
The vehicle drew closer, a dark and large SUV, its engine barely audible through the closed windows. The license plate had been smeared with mud or snow so you couldn’t read it. Gator watched carefully. “Two occupants.” You leaned forward.
The SUV passed beneath the light from the moon. For only a second, the side became visible and you saw a small faded emblem near the rear panel. Your body reacted before your mind did. Your hand shot out and you caught Gator’s wrist before he could lift the radio again. He looked at you. “What ?”
You stared after the SUV as the symbol disappeared into darkness. But you had seen it, the shape, the worn edges, the same emblem from Roy’s photographs, the same company Cole had taken over years ago. The same logo that had followed you across maps, loading docks and old memories. “That’s one of his.” Gator turned toward the disappearing taillights.
“You’re sure ?”
“Yes.” No doubt was left in your mind as you watched the vehicle continue north toward the truck stop and toward Roy.
“It isn’t leaving.” Gator’s expression hardened. “It’s going in.” He raised the radio. “Dad.” Static again, nothing else. He tried again. “Roy, south position.” The SUV’s taillights disappeared around the bend and Gator’s grip tightened around the microphone. “We’ve got one of Mercer’s vehicles heading toward you.” The transmission disappeared into a burst of static while the both of you waited, but only the low hiss of the radio filled the cruiser. Gator pressed the button again.
“Dad.” Silence once again. “Roy !” Still nothing and the SUV's taillights had already vanished beyond the bend in the road toward the truck stop. Your stomach tightened.
“He should've answered.” Gator didn't reply, his eyes remained fixed on the darkness ahead and his thumb hovered over the radio. The speaker crackled, not Roy but Bowman, voice barely above a whisper.
“Sheriff… we've got movement.” The transmission dissolved beneath a rush of interference. You looked at Gator while he looked at the radio, neither of you breathed. Another burst of static, then Reeves, louder and more urgent.
“We've got multiple vehicles…” The sentence cut off abruptly and something loud echoed through the speaker. It wasn’t words but a sharp metallic crash, then voices impossible to understand. Someone shouted and another wave of static swallowed everything. Gator snatched the microphone.
“Roy ! Bowman ! Reeves, answer me !” Only the hiss returned, and it seemed to fill the entire vehicle. Your pulse hammered inside your ears.
“They're not answering…” You whispered as Gator kept staring at the radio, jaw flexed. A voice finally broke through, breathless, Reeves.
“Shots fired !” The words exploded from the speaker, then nothing, complete silence. At almost the same moment far away across the empty fields, a dull series of cracks rolled through the night muted by distance. You felt every muscle in your body lock and Gator didn't hesitate, his hand slammed the cruiser into gear and the engine roared.
“Gator.” He was already turning the wheel.
“Roy told you to stay, you’re leaving your position.”
“I know.” The cruiser accelerated and the narrow road disappeared beneath the headlights. Snow whipped violently across the windshield and you grabbed the dashboard as the vehicle bounced over uneven pavement.
“He said if anyone moved…”
“I heard him.”
“He told you not to…” you tried, but he cut you off again.
“Katie.” His voice wasn't angry, it was flat and empty. “Plan changed.” You looked toward him but his eyes never left the road. He wasn't ignoring Roy’s order, he had made a decision on his own, and once Gator Tillman made one, there was no changing it.
The radio remained silent, no voices, no updates. Then, bright headlights, appearing suddenly around the distant curve ahead. Gator eased off the accelerator as the vehicle was coming toward you fast, much faster than the first SUV. It bounced violently over the uneven road and its headlights swayed from one side to the other. Behind you, Larsen's unmarked vehicle immediately started its engine too.
The radio crackled, Larsen’s voice. “I've got visual.” Gator slowed as the SUV kept coming. The symbol on the side flashed beneath the headlights, the same faded transport company logo. Your heartbeat stumbled.
“It's another one.” Gator nodded once.
“I see it.” The distance between both vehicles disappeared rapidly, and the SUV suddenly drifted slightly toward the opposite shoulder just enough to look for an escape. Gator's expression hardened once again, understanding what was happening. “He's looking for a way around.” The cruiser rolled to a stop sideways across the narrow county road, blocking it completely.
The SUV braked hard as its headlights flooded the inside of the cruiser. You couldn't see properly through the glare, only silhouettes, movement, then stillness. Larsen's vehicle stopped several yards behind you, its own headlights joined Gator's, illuminating the falling snow. The road became strangely quiet, the kind of silence that hurt your ears after an adrenaline rush. Gator opened his door. “Stay here.” You grabbed his sleeve before he could step out.
“No.” He looked back. “You're not doing this alone.”
“Katie, I mean it. You stay in the fucking car.”
“No.” You replied, panic in your voice. His eyes softened for a second. “You promised.”
“I promised Roy.”
“So did I.” He gently pulled free, then stepped into the snow. His boots crunched softly against the frozen ground. Larsen emerged from behind his own vehicle at almost the same time. The two men exchanged one brief look, no words, they didn't need them. Every movement became deliberate, measured and careful. The SUV remained motionless, its headlights still shining directly at them.
Gator took another slow step forward, gun aimed directly at the car, then another. Nothing happened. You leaned forward in your seat, barely breathing, your fingers had tightened so hard around the prepaid phone that the plastic edge dug painfully into your palm. Another second passed, then the rear passenger door moved slowly, opening just a few inches.
You frowned, that wasn't what you'd expected. The gap widened and something shifted inside the darkness, a figure falling out. The body stumbled against the edge of the door before collapsing heavily onto the snowy road. The SUV lurched forward just enough to force Gator and Larsen to jump back. Then its tires spun violently against the slush and the engine screamed. The vehicle moved sharply, trying to force its way around the blocked cruiser.
Everything happened at once, the quiet road exploded into confusion and headlights swung wildly across the fields, voices shouted over one another but you barely heard them because your eyes had locked onto the man lying motionless in the snow. His hands were bound behind his back, his glasses were gone and his coat was torn open. For one horrifying minute, you thought he wasn't breathing. Then, his shoulders moved, a weak gasp and your heart stopped. “Harold.”
You were already moving before you realized you had opened the door. “Katie !” You barely heard Gator behind you, your entire world had narrowed to the man lying in the middle of the road.
“Harold !” You dropped to your knees beside him, his face was pale beneath the streaks of dirt and melting snow and a bruise darkened one side of his forehead. His wrists had been bound so tightly that angry red marks circled the skin beneath the rope. His breathing came in shallow, uneven pulls, but he was alive. Relief crashed into you so violently your hands began to shake. “Harold…” His eyelids fluttered.
“…Katie ?” His voice was barely audible and you felt tears sting your eyes.
“I'm here.” His expression changed to fear, real and genuine fear.
“No…” His head moved weakly. “No…”
“You're okay.” You said, reaching carefully for the knots around his wrists. “We've got you.”
“No…” His breathing quickened. “You… shouldn’t…” His words dissolved into a cough while behind you, engines roared somewhere farther down the road before fading into the darkness. You heard Gator shouting to Larsen, doors slamming but none of it seemed close. Everything important was here with Harold. Gator dropped beside you, a knife flashed briefly in his hand before he sliced through the restraints. Harold gasped as feeling slowly returned to his arms.
“You hurt anywhere old man ?” Gator asked and Harold blinked at him, confused, then shook his head weakly.
“I… I don't think…” His breathing hitched again. “They kept moving me.” You exchanged a quick glance with Gator.
“What do you mean ?” Harold looked between both of you.
“They never…They never stayed in one place.” Your stomach tightened.
“The truck stop…” Harold closed his eyes, nodding.
“I was there for a little while.” His voice cracked and he opened his eyes again. “They moved me.”
“When ?”
“I…” He struggled to remember. “I don't know, they blindfolded me.” Snow gathered slowly across the shoulders of his coat and you brushed it away without thinking.
“Did you see Cole ?” Harold's entire body stiffened.
“Yes.”
“When ?”
“He came to see me.” His breathing became uneven again. “He asked questions.”
“What questions ?”
“About you.” Your heart dropped. “He wanted to know whether you'd come.” You looked instinctively toward Gator. “He smiled and he said …” His voice trembled ans he swallowed hard. “…that the sheriff would never let you.” Gator slowly straightened, his face crumbling completely.
“What ?” Harold looked at him.
“He already knew you weren’t going to come.” You felt every muscle in your body tense. “He said…'Roy Tillman thinks he's protecting her.’” A chill far colder than the night itself crawled across your skin. “He laughed and said 'He's exactly where I wanted him.’” Neither you nor Gator spoke as your mind raced. Roy had refused to take you and Cole had expected it. He had built his entire plan around that certainty. Your eyes slowly lifted toward Gator.
“He knew.” He didn't answer because he had reached the same conclusion. The meeting had never really been about you. Larsen approached at a run.
“The driver's gone.” Gator looked up.
“What ?”
“They bailed further back, no visual.” He glanced toward the darkness beyond the road. “It's too dark to chase safely.” Gator cursed under his breath then looked back at Harold.
“Can you stand ?” Harold nodded weakly.
“I think…” Before he could finish, the prepaid phone vibrated violently inside your coat pocket. You froze, it had to be Roy. Your fingers fumbled as you pulled the phone free, and saw the unknown number calling. You answered immediately.
“Roy ?” Nothing, only heavy breathing. Then finally, his voice, almost drowned beneath distant shouting.
“Katie.” Relief hit you so hard your knees nearly gave out.
“You're okay.”
“No.” The single word stopped you cold. Behind him, you could hear chaos, voices, engines, someone shouting orders you couldn't make out.
“Roy, Harold's here.”
“I know.”
“You know ?”
“I saw them leave.” Your stomach turned.
“What ?”
“They wanted us to follow, we didn’t.” Another breath, pain slipped through his voice for the first time since you had met him. “He was never the objective.” You looked at Gator, he was already watching you, waiting and listening to every expression crossing your face.
“Roy…” Your voice came out as little more than a whisper. “Where's Cole ?” Silence long enough to make your pulse pound inside your ears.
“He was never at the truck stop.” Everything inside you stopped, Roy’s next words were almost lost beneath the noise surrounding him, but you heard every single one. “Cole's at the ranch.” The line went dead as Gator stared at you.
The ranch, the investigation, ten years of evidence. Cole hadn't been trying to lure Roy away, he had been trying to empty the ranch. Gator was already moving before you found your voice. “Get Harold in the car.” He looked toward Larsen. “You're taking him.” Then at you. “You're coming with me.” His eyes burned with a determination you had never seen before.
warnings: physical and emotional abuse themes run heavy throughout this entire story - if this is not suitable for you please don’t read , smut (eventually), substance use, strong language, morally grey actions, dark themes, threats, high stakes danger, violence, mentions of murder, trauma, ptsd.
synopsis (lovers to enemies to lovers, i can fix him, submissive!gator in the bedroom)
Tasked with stopping Roy Tillman, the corrupt sheriff of Stark County, you know the easiest way to him is through his son, Gator. Your mentor’s words echo in your mind: “Are you sure you can handle hurting this boy?” You already know the answer. Yes.
a/n: helllooo, i’ve had this idea floating around so am aiming for a five parter fic. this is the first time I have written aaanny fanfic since I was 14 so please go gentle. Chapter 1 is written but I’m going to stagger posting until I’m halfway done with the next chapter so please expect the first part to come out next week! looking forward to going on this journey with you <3
Summary: As you grew up, Gator was always there in some way, even from a distance. He kept leaving traces of his presence in the small, important moments of your life—as a silent observer, as your savior… Until one day, that very presence became unbearable, something that only brought pain. Years pass, chapters come to an end… but sometimes, old cycles have a way of coming back, don't they?
After you watched Gator leave, you had a terrible gut feeling that something bad had happened.
Dean had looked terrible, and Gator looked furious.
But nonetheless, today was about your friends, not you, so you decided to head back into the party. You couldn’t find Olivia anywhere, so you went up to one of your other friends, Sarah, at the bar.
“Hey! There she isssss!” Sarah slurred as she hugged you.
“Hey Sar.” You giggled, hugging her back. She pulled away with her hands still on her shoulders and looked into your eyes, frown on her face.
“What’s wrong?” She questioned.
“Nothing. I’m good. So what are we drinking?”
You figured the only way you were going to be able to enjoy the rest of the night without worrying about Dean was to just get fucked up.
A sly grin flashed across Sarah’s lips and she called out to the bartender,
“Can we get 10 pink strawberry drops please and thank you.” The bartender smiled at her as confirmation and began whipping them up.
“10! Sarah that’s crazy! You’re already drunk you don’t need anymore.” You laughed.
“Oh, no sweetie, they’re all for you.” Your jaw dropped.
“I’m not gonna be able to move if I take that many.”
“Nuh uh! You used to down this shit like it was water in college! You got this!” On que, the bartender slid the tray over to you. You killed your head to the side and gave her a sarcastic look. “Bottoms up!” She shouted.
You picked up one of the glasses and licked the rim a bit to taste it, and it actually tasted really good. Better than that drink Gator had you try earlier. So you put the edge up to your mouth and shot it back, swallowing it like it was indeed water.
Once all 10 shots were done and making their way through your system, you pulled Sarah up to dance. The dance floor was filled with people, most of whom you didn’t know, but it made you a bit more comfortable dancing freely.
The alcohol quickly made you need to pee, so you and Sarah made your way over to the bathrooms. You two were cackling about something as you opened the door and walked up to the sinks to set your bags down.
That’s when you heard sniffling coming from one of the stalls. You both stopped laughing and listened. Another sniffle.
“Hey are you ok?” You called out. The sniffling stopped and a familiar voice replied your name. Your brows scrunched as you realized who it was.
“Olivia? What’s the matter?” One of the stalls opened to reveal her sitting on the toilet, eyes bloodshot, mascara running, and her lipstick smeared. She locked eyes with you and immediately started sobbing.
“Oh my gosh. What happened angel?” You said as you drunkenly dropped to your knees and crawled towards her, completely disregarding the gross bathroom floor.
“I - I just don’t know what’s wrong with me.” She whispered. Sarah came up behind you and kneeled on the floor with you.
“Liv, there’s nothing wrong with you.” She said as she grabbed Olivia’s hand.
“Yes there is! Why couldn’t he have picked me, you know?” You and Sarah shared a glance as you were both lost.
“Who, babe?” You asked. Her eyes locked with yours again before she dropped her head and started shaking sobbing.
“It’s- it’s just- just some guy I l-like. I like h-him so much, and he likes m-me too. ” She stuttered out as she gasped for air through her sobs.
“Ok… well what’s the issue then?” Sarah asked.
“He has a girlfriend, Sarah!” Olivia snapped, like it was obvious, before more tears started flowing. You startled a bit, before grabbing her hand and squeezing it.
“Liv, it’s ok. Just take a deep breath,” She copied your deep breathing movements you were making. Once she calmed down Sarah asked,
“Just so I'm clear, you and this guy are in a secret relationship, right?” Olivia nodded. “For how long?”
“It’s been almost a year.”
“How long have him and his girlfriend been together?”
“Five years.” Your eyes widened a bit. That’s how long you and Dean had been together. You couldn’t fathom being with Dean for this long and him having a secret girlfriend. But, you pushed down your own feelings and said,
“Look, I'm going to be real honest with you. It’s a shitty situation. But nobody is perfect, so I guess my question is, is this guy worth getting into a complicated mess like that?” You asked as sweetly as possible. She smiled a bit before letting a few more tears fall.
“I think so.” You all went silent for a minute, letting all of the information absorb, before Sarah spoke up.
“Ok well, I think we need to get back to the party, so let’s get you cleaned up and we can talk about this more when we’re not in a dirty bathroom and when we’re all a bit sobered up.” Olivia weakly laughed and you smiled sweetly at her looking a bit more cheerful.
Although you thought what Olivia was doing was a bit messed up, you had to remind yourself that she was a grown woman who could make her own decisions and it wasn’t really your place to tell her what to do.
So you stood up and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the sink. Sarah grabbed some paper towels and wet them a bit before removing the running mascara and smeared lipstick. You reapplied her products gently as she stared back at you, saying,
“You’re such a good person.” You gave her a lopsided smile and said,
“Thanks Liv. I try.” You chuckled. Her smile fell.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered. Your brows furrowed as you chuckled.
“For what?” She hesitated before saying.
“F- for being a mess. You guys shouldn’t have to deal with me.”
“Oh shush, we’ve been friends since we were eighteen. We’ll always be here for you.” She smiled weakly as you finished her makeup.
“Ok, now let's forget about all this for the rest of the night and just have fun, yeah?” Sarah looped her arms in Olivia’s as she nodded, you taking Olivia’s other arm as you made your way out of the bathroom.
You walked back towards the bar and were almost there when Gator appeared in front of you three. He frowned as he looked between you and Olivia, before saying,
“Where have you been?” He looked very disgruntled.
“We were just in the bathroom,” You unhooked yourself from Olivia’s arm and stepped forward towards him, leading him a few steps away so the girls couldn’t hear.
Gators eyes flicked behind you for a second, his expression dark for a second. When he looked back at you it softened a bit. “Is everything ok? What’s going on with Dean?”
“Like I said earlier, he’ll tell you when he’s awake.” You were a bit too tipsy to care at this point, and you had promised to have some fun with the girls, so you said,
“Ok. Well I'm gonna go back over with them.” You started walking towards the girls who were now at the bar, but Gator stopped you by grabbing your arm lightly. You stumbled back towards him a bit, but you held onto his arm to steady you.
“Wait, what?” He asked.
“Olivia’s having some boy problems so we’re just trying to cheer her up.” You smiled.
“What did she tell you?” He asked cautiously. You noticed his tone, and you clicked two and two together. Not really, because you were pretty drunk still, but in your mind it made sense.
“Oh my god! Gator! It’s you isn’t it!” His brows furrowed.
“The hell are you talking bout?” You rolled your eyes and said,
“You’re the one who’s cheating on his girlfriend of five years with Olivia,” You said as you pointed your finger in his face. “You’re a bad, bad man Gator Tillman.” He stared at you for a second, confusion and anger displayed on his face, before he pushed your hand away.
“Ion even got a girlfriend.” He grunted.
“I don’t know, maybe they're both your dirty little secrets,” You giggled. “Come on, let’s go drink!” You pulled him by the arm you were still holding towards the bar.
“I don’t think you need anymore.”
“Oh shush, i’m a big girl Gatey, I know my limits,” He scoffed at you, but still took a seat on the stool next to you, “We’re backkkk!” You singsonged to Olivia and Sarah. Sarah whooped and held her drink up, slurring,
“I see you’ve brought the officer.”
“It’s deputy.” Gator grunted as he pointed to the beer he wanted for the bartender to get. You giggled at how annoyed Gator would get when people used the wrong title for him. He shot you a look like he knew what you were thinking about.
“So where’s your bestie?” Sarah questioned. Gator went silent, and you didn’t realize it but Olivia went still beside you. They shared a glance neither you nor Sarah noticed before he said,
“Had a bit too much to drink, took him home.” Gator brought the bottle up to his mouth and took a long swig.
“God he’s such a little bitch.” Olivia said suddenly. You chuckled.
“Liv! I know you hate him, but jeez!”
“He can’t handle his women or his alcohol, he’s a pathetic excuse for a man.” She gritted out, knuckles going white on the glass she was holding.
“He can handle me just fine.” You giggled. Gator scoffed from beside you. When you swiveled on your chair to look at him, he wasn’t smiling, he just had a stern expression on his face. You put your arm out on the bar and slid into his line of sight. His eyes slowly connected to yours and you smiled.
“What’s wrong, Gatey? You seem upset.”
“M’ not.”
“Are to.” You mocked his deep voice. A hint of a smile cracked on his lips before he wiped it off and took another sip. You reached forward to play with his tie that was now loose around his neck, and captured your drunk mind’s attention. “Did Dean piss you off? You looked pretty mad earlier.” His eyes shot to your fingers that were fiddling with his tie.
“It’s nothin’, sugar.” He pushed your hand away and stood up. “I think it’s time to get ya home.”
“I don’t wannaaaa.” You whined as he grabbed your wrists and pulled you up to your feet.
“Ya say that now, but you’ll be thankin’ me when yer in bed fast asleep within a reasonable time.”
“Ugh, I should’ve never told you I was trying to fix my sleep schedule,” You groaned as he grabbed your purse. “Well I guess I'm being taken hostage by this police officer here, so text me in the morning, ok?” You said as you hugged Olivia and Sarah.
Once you said your goodbyes, Gator helped walk you back to his truck. Once you hit the gravel, Gator picked you up bridal style without you having to ask, and carried you the five minute walk to the back of the lot.
You were surprisingly very comfortable in his arms so you couldn’t remember much of the walk, as you had begun to doze off. But you did remember making eye contact with Gator a few times, both of you smiling when it happened. What was in those damn shots? It was making you think Gator was cute.
Once you got to the truck, Gator set you down, but kept an arm around you to steady you as he rifled through your bag to find his keys. Once he found them, he unlocked the truck and opened the passenger side door, lifting you up like a baby into the seat. You giggled drunkenly as he did it.
“Tickles.” You said. You were ticklish anywhere someone touched you. He huffed a laugh and closed the door, rounding the front to get in the drivers side. Once he was in he reached across you to get your seatbelt, buckling you in.
“I feel like I'm a baby again.”
“Oh, ya remember bein’ a baby now?” He joked.
“Oh shush, you know what I mean.” You said as you pushed his arm lightly. “Can you turn the heat on, please? I’m freezing.” You whined. Gator did as you said and also reached into the back, his hand emerging holding a hoodie. He unbuckled your seatbelt he just did up and said,
“Put yer arms up.” You did what he said and he pulled the sweatshirt over you, chuckling when it got stuck on your head. You flailed your arms around as you laughed and tried to get your head out. When you did your hair was all in your face and Gator brought out a hand to brush it away. You smiled at him happily as you leaned your head back against the seat.
His eyes lingered on yours a second to long before he grabbed the seatbelt again and buckled you in, doing the same for himself.
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You ended up falling asleep during the ride and woke up to see you were being carried inside.
“Mmm. Hello?” You asked sleepily.
“Hi.” Gator replied. You snuggled back into him and drifted off again.
When you woke up again, you were in your bed, and Gator was walking out of the room.
“Thanks Gatey.”
“Yer welcome, sleepin’ beauty.” He chuckled before shutting the lights off and closing the door behind him.
You looked to the other side of the bed where Dean slept, and saw that he wasn’t there.
“Gator?” You called out sleepily. He must not have gotten far, because the door opened again and he said,
“Yeah?”
“Where’s Dean?”
“He’s down on the couch.”
“Why?” Gator didn’t respond for a minute. “You still there?” You chuckled.
“Yeah… Don’t worry about that right now, just get some sleep.”
“Okay. Goodnight.”
“Night.” He shut the door once again, and you drifted off to a peaceful sleep.
The last one you would have for a while.
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a/n: dun dun dunnnnn. Also sorry I know I said I was going to post yesterday but I accidentally scheduled it for tonight instead of last night.
