full moon induced confessions
summary: hooking up with gator tillman was an objectively bad idea considering his track record, even with his father finally imprisoned. he wasn’t known to be chivalrous, hell, he wasn’t even known to be kind, but you weren’t exactly a local in town, so that’s exactly what you got up to for the last 9 months.
warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, finger sucking, hair pulling, spitting, brief oral (fem rec), slight degradation, angst, minors please DNI
a/n: no one asked, but i still delivered! as a capricorn, this capricorn full moon got the best of me while i’m ovulating so enjoy the product of my sexual turmoil </3 also pls ignore any typos i'm not responsible for my potential illiteracy lol
it was like a routine at this point, intrinsic in nature.
gator would text you to “check on you,” and somehow always find his way into your pants. whether it was your own bed, his, or his cruiser, you always ended up entangled with each other.
and that’s exactly what it was: an entanglement. an entanglement of “strictly” sexual desire and some unspoken emotional residue (as well as some deep rooted daddy issues on his end) over the course of the months you spent together. it was no surprise when he frantically knocked on your apartment door at 9:00 on a friday night.
he’s on top of you, kissing you as if he desperately relies on your supply of oxygen. the steady sound of skin slapping fills the room as you separate from his mouth to moan for more while he bites your bottom lip. he’s now pounding into you with full force, your breaths shared from your heavy breathing and whimpering. you scratch your nails over his shoulders, over his back, through his hair, and over his cheeks cupping his face until he throws his head back and squeezes his eyes shut. he grabs both of your wrists and pins them above your head, still rapidly slipping in and out of your squelching walls. he hovers his mouth over yours and you both share a soft moan, to which he responds by gently kissing you, a contrast to his usual pace.
he slides one hand around your neck with enough force that makes you see stars and slides his other hand to fondle your breast. he dips his head down to your breast and begins sucking harshly on your nipple, going from kissing to biting to licking. you reach for his unslicked hair again and caress his arm that’s squeezing your other breast.
“fuck, baby, feels so good,” you moan out loudly, clenching around his slick length inside of you, “i’m so close, i need more.”
“you’re a greedy little thing,” he lifts his head from your tit to tease. he flashes a grin and throws your legs over his shoulders, intensifying the angle at which he was able to reach your sweet spot. he speeds up his thrusts, if even possible, and kisses around your inner knee, whispering sweet nothings like, “so tight around me,” “i love the sounds you make for me,” “so beautiful.”
in the past, you were very one and done with each other. the teasing was a constant, but there had been a shift in the way you communicate with each other during the act. neither of you acknowledged the affection, the cuddling after sex, the compliments during, all the baby’s and honey’s that flew out each others’ mouthes. it became second nature, even with all the filthy, downright disrespectful things you’d say to each other in the heat of the moment. hell, that’s all gator thought he knew, but somewhere along the course of these 9 months he found himself softening over and for you. it’s something he realized much too late, what with his controlled bravado. he was still regular, rough around the edges gator, but it’s like he’s reached a state of emotional euphoria around you that he just couldn’t explain.
“you gonna cum for me, or do you need a little extra motivation?” he teases again, slowing up the rolls of hips, force still as sharp as before. you, with as much composure as someone getting railed through a mattress could, fake like you’re thinking and smile at him, reaching for his face to press your lips back into his. your tongues swirl around each other’s, the kiss heating up with loud smacking. you pull away slightly and rub your middle and ring fingers over his lips, to which he slides them in his mouth, bobbing up and down to moisten them up. you force yourself to pull your now wet hand from his mouth, taking a kitten lick of your fingers that just occupied his mouth to taste his saliva. you drag your hand down to your folds and begin massaging yourself as you gently moan out a “good boy.”
this sends gator into overdrive and he’s back slamming his hips into yours, which leaves both of your heads spinning. you’re both moaning pornographically into the already wet, flesh slapping room, and your legs begin to quiver. you groan out, “fuck, gator, don’t stop, i’m gonna cum,” followed by a string a short, high pitched moans. you clench around him and wrap your hands around his neck, pulling him to your mouth again. “cum with me gator, cum inside me,” you whispered hot into his mouth, to which he lowered your legs back around his waist and lifted your bottom up, squeezing and spanking the flesh of your ass. you yelp with pleasure as your climax begins to wash over you.
“oh fuck baby, yeah, keep squeezing that pretty pussy on me like that—fuck,” he moans out pathetically as he pumps his release inside your clenching hole. as you both hit your peak he lays your bottom back down and leans down tongue first to lick up your neck and into your mouth as both of your warm arousal seeps out of you, sliding his hands up your hips and waist, your hands cradling his face again.
once you’re both spent, gator lays on top of you, gently kissing and sucking at your neck, slowing catching your breaths. you lay there together in the dim, comfortably silent room, running one hand through his hair and the other circling the moles on his shoulder and back. something instantly feels like it’s shifted even more than before, and you continue to feel indifferent about it.
after a few minutes, gator lifts his head to look at you, his expression unclear. he looks at you as if he had something to say to you in this moment. you beat him to it, “you okay?” he shuts his mouth and looks away, nodding seemingly shy. you cradle his face with one hand, dragging his line of sight back to you. “was that okay for you?” you asked. he replied, almost frantically, “of course, it always is. i’m beat, woman!” he jokes, and you laugh, but you can tell something is on his mind.
before you can try to counter him, his soft, sweet lips are back on yours, this time with much less vigor. “i’ll go get you a towel.” he says, barely pulled away. you tense up when he slides out of you, already missing his warmth.
he briefly wipes himself off in the bathroom and brings back a warm rag for the mess in between your legs. he sits in front of your spread legs and goes to wipe you down, but you close your legs in an attempt to get him to look at you again. when you lock eyes over your knees, he leans over them and coyly asks “what?” with a boyish grin on his face, your serious expression breaking into a bitten back smile. you continue just looking at him, trying to gauge where his head may be at and if it’s worth bringing back up. you decide to let it go for the time being a slowly spread your legs open again for him.
he places the warm towel on your soft lower belly, just above the hood of your clit and he leans down to lick up your shared fluids from your pussy. you immediately moan out a raspy “fuck,” and grab ahold of his hair, lifting his head after his spontaneous scavenge.
“share.” you say softly, hands still gripping his hair. he moves up to your mouth as you grin and stick out your tongue to taste the combination of your orgasms. he lets half of what he collected on his tongue drizzle slowly onto your wet tongue while he softly clenches a hand over your throat, you gripping and rubbing his wrist and you take in the taste of you 2 together.
“wow, you really are greedy.” he says, looking at you eyes full of passion.
you both lean in simultaneously and kiss, tongues swirling your flavors with each other. you barely part before you respond, “only for you, yeah.” you smile at him.
“i love you.” he says like it’s an accident. you both freeze, followed by a short, incredulous laugh from you. “i— you huh?”
gator pulls away and sits up straight on the edge of the bed, which makes you sit up as well. “uhh i didn’t— i don’t know why i said that.” he says, awkwardly scratching at his head, suddenly feeling exposed and looking for his boxers as if you didn’t both just share an orgasm so life changing you became one consciousness.
you sit all the way up and sit on your heels on the side of him, folding your arms on his shoulder. you just look at him, and when he looks at you finally he sees the care in your eyes.
he shifts towards you. “i love you. i love being around you, and not just inside you, i mean just being around you, talking to you, hearing your voice, hearing your laugh. i love that you don’t let me get away with anything, i love when you slap me in the face when i say something shitty, and most of all i love that despite that you look at me like i’m not a piece of shit like everyone else does. i love that you’re hard headed and didn’t listen to everyone who says i’m a piece of shit and let me in your life anyway, shallow intentions and all. i’ve felt things in these last 9 months that i’ve never felt in my 3 decades of living, and it’s scary as fuck, but you make the fear worth it. you make me wanna be a better man, shit, i’ve become a better man just by knowing you. you make me want to do things i’ve never imagined.” you just stare at him with your mouth hanging slightly open, face unreadable to poor gator who’s experiencing the worst case of word vomit he’s ever experienced. he continues before you can respond,
“you don’t have to love me back, i get it, i really, really, do, but i love you so much and i believe i’d do anything for you. i just want you, all of you, the good, the bad, everything. i just need you near me, that’s all i need. i need you, baby.” he’s holding your upper arms now. you let out another incredulous laugh and you shake your head as if you were dreaming. your brain can’t form a single thought, so it was your turn to word vomit.
“gator…” you look at him like he hung the moon and the stars. “ i knew from the first day i saw you that you were so special. i hadn’t even spoken to you, and you’re right, plenty of people have expressed to me what a douchebag, piece of shit you are, but i always saw through that. i see you, gator, i see who you really are. you are devoted to the things you care about, you’re devoted to the idea of being loved, i always knew that, and i’m sorry if you feel i took advantage of that.” he frowns, not loving the direction of what you were saying.
“i know the person you used to be, gator. i’m not an idiot, despite what the rest of this town thinks of me for being involved with you. what i also know is that you have been hurt by so many people, so many experiences, and i can’t express how sorry i am for that. beneath all of that i know you have a kind heart, i know you want to be better, i’ve watched you become a better person in real time, and that takes so much resilience. you’re so resilient, baby.” you’re cradling his face again as a stray tear runs down his face. “i love you, gator tillman. i love your smart mouth, i love the way you’ve grown, i love the way you’ve allowed yourself to soften. i don’t know anyone more deserving of so much love, so much of my love.”
you embrace him and hold him for a while he releases all that pent up frustration and anger and love and resentment. you can feel his heartbeat calm down, beating to the same pace as your own. he looks up and pulls you on his lap and kisses you softly again.
“please be mine, baby. i’ve never wanted anything more than i want you.” he practically begs.
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