knock 18+
sypnosis: Gator Tillman is notorious for not knocking on the door before entering pairing: Gator Tillman X (friend)fem!Reader cw: lowkey perv!gator, female masturbation, unprotected p in v, orgasm denial?, subish gator a/n: I hope you guys like this!! requests are open!!❤️
Gator Tillman is infamous for walking into rooms without knocking.
There had been plenty of times when Gator had “accidentally” walked in on you while you were changing. At first, you brushed it off as Gator being clueless. Still, as it kept happening, you started to get annoyed, telling him he needs to start knocking. After that, he started to knock, but as time went on, his progress of knocking decayed, and you just started to deem it as a regular thing.
One evening, you invited Gator over to watch a movie and get some takeout. You told him six, giving yourself some time to prepare. You cleaned your room, made your bed, and put away your clothes. But you finished early, leaving you with an hour until Gator was going to come over. Throughout cleaning, every time you thought about Gator, you felt this needy ache grow between your legs; you tried to ignore it, and now, with time left over, you felt yourself needing to relieve your needs, so you do. Thinking about Gator as you begin to remove your bra from under your shirt, then groping your breasts as your nipples harden at the sensation, causing soft wimpers to leave your mouth. Toying with your nipples long enough to get yourself dripping wet, you slip one of your hands into the waistband of your panties. Gathering the slick on your fingers, then rubbing your clit as you grope one of your boobs in the other, biting on your lower lip to muffle the pretty moans that are escaping your mouth, but it’s no use; you are so worked up and needy you can’t muffle your moans of pleasure. That's when the door swings open. You don’t hear it at first because you're so caught up in your pleasure, you can feel yourself nearing your end, and begin to rub your clit mercilessly, bucking your hips up and rolling your eyes back, letting Gator's name slip from your soft lips.
“Gator?!?” You shout, confused, seeing him lean against your bedroom entrance.
“Gator, get out!” You say, panicked, trying your best to cover yourself with your blanket.
“I’m sorry, what was that, sweetheart? Didn’t quite catch that.” He says in a smug tone as he licks his lips, striding confidently towards you. “Cuz I think I heard ya say my name more than once,” He says, looking down at your flushed face.
“You really need to learn how to knock,” You say in a bratty tone. “You weren’t supposed to be here for another hour; what are you doing here?” You huff, looking over at your alarm clock.
“Got off early and picked up your favorite,” He smirked, lifting the takeout bag.
“Whatever, just go set up in the living room, and I’ll be there in a second,” You say in a frustrated tone, sitting up with the sheet still wrapped around you. Gator didn’t move; he just stood leaning against your bedroom entrance with that dumb, smug smirk on his face. So you decide to shoo him away, locking the door behind him, dropping the sheet off your body once you hear his boots trail off and into your living room. You quickly toss your shirt back on and exit your room and into the living room to be met with Gator actually doing what you said; he plated the food onto some dishes and already had the movie chosen.
“Thanks,” You say softly, joining him on the couch.
“No problem, princess.” He smiles and turns on the movie, already digging into his food.
You pick at your food, barely paying attention to the movie on the screen, wondering how to bring up what just happened. Gator takes notice of this and speaks up.
“So you always moan my name when yer touchin yourself?” He says in an unfazed tone before taking another bite of his food.
The abruptness of his words causes you to choke on your drink. “Excuse me?” You choke out.
“I think it’s hot that you think about me when ya get yer self off,” He says, shooting you a wink and a smirk.
You were at a loss for words; you wished the floor would just cave in and eat you at his point.
“I-I do not think about you when I’m doing that.” You lie horribly.
“Really?” He says, turning to look at your face that has clearly grown flustered from his words. “So I guess I must have misheard you whining my name then.”
“Probably, I mean you're so self-absorbed, you think everything is about you.” You shoot back in a witty tone.
“Sweetheart, I know what I heard.” He says in a more possessive tone now, looking at you with lustful eyes. “Now, I’m gonna ask ya one more time: do you think about me when yer getting yourself off?” He says in a steady voice, his eyes trailing your face to observe you further.
You look down at the couch to hide your embarrassment and answer softly, “Sometimes.”
“Say that one more time for me, baby.” He says, lifting your chin to meet his gaze.
“Sometimes”
“Tell me what you think about?” He says, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb.
“I just think about you, the way you do things for me without asking, how good you look in your uniform.” You smile, grabbing onto his hand on your cheek and removing it, bringing your face closer to his. “Do you think about me?” You ask, your lips brushing against his.
“Shit, baby, all the time.”
You smile at his answer and give him a soft peck, pulling away to see his reaction. He pulls you back instantly, running his hands through your hair, gripping your neck lightly, and pulling you into his lap.
You break the kiss for a second and just cup his face with your hands, looking at him with admiration. “You still owe me,” You say before kissing along his jawline.
“For what?”
“I didn’t get to come earlier.” You say into his ear, nipping at it. “You ruined it.” You pull away, looking at him with a fake pout.
“Poor baby, let me make it up to you,” He says, pulling you back in for a kiss and gripping your waist.
You roll against the growing bulge in his pants as the kisses become more sloppy and heated, until you both are gasping for air. You break the kiss, panting. You snake your hand down to Gator's belt and begin to work it off eagerly as you look up at him, your eyes full of desire. You push down his pants and his boxers in one go; your eyes widen at Gator’s impressive length and girth. You look up at him only to be met with his dumb, smug smile he always has on his face. You spit a little in your hand and begin to work your hand up and down his length, his tip oozing with pre-cum.
“Fuck, baby,” He groans, bucking his hips up into your hands. You continue to jerk him off until you can tell he is reaching his end, and pull away your hand.
“What’d you do that for?” He pants, with a slight undertone of frustration.
“You don’t get to come until I say so,” You say, standing up and stripping off your clothes. He looks at you, watching your movements with predatory intensity.
You sit back on his lap and align his girthy, sensitive tip with your dripping pussy. You sink painfully slow, clawing at his shoulders as you do so, adjusting to his cock. Once you sink slowly, you begin to move your hips up and slam down hard onto his cock, moaning each time. Every time you do this, Gator lets out a helpless whimper as your pace grows faster.
“ ‘m p-please let me come,” He begs hopelessly, squeezing the flesh on your waist intensely.
“Not until I say so; you did ruin my orgasm earlier, didn’t you?” You say, grabbing his jaw tightly. “Didn’t you?” You ask again, your grasp on his jaw growing stronger.
“Y-yes, yes I did, I’m sorry,” He pants.
“You can come once I come, okay baby,” You say in a cynical tone, placing a kiss on his flushed, plump lips.
You fuck yourself harder on Gator's cock, moaning each time his tip hits your spongy walls.
“Fuck Gator,” You moan out, as you feel yourself reaching your peak. “Your cock is so big, filling me up so good.” You pant as your rhythm is now gone and you’re now fucking yourself faster to reach your orgasm.
“S-shit” You yelp as your pussy flutters around his cock. Your ears begin to ring, and your vision goes white, at the similtaniously, Gator comes, filling your cunt with his hot seed.
You lie your head on his chest, and his head drops to the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses along your neck and stroking your hair as you both come down from your high. You turn his face to meet his and kiss him passionately as his cock begins to soften inside your cunt.
“Think I need to start walking in on you more often.” He laughs against your lips. “Let me get up and clean you so we can eat,” He says, placing soft smacks against your ass. You begin to sit up, whincing at the loss of him as his cum drips out of your cunt. You lie back on the couch as he gets up and returns with a damp washcloth, cleaning his and your spend from your thighs and your pussy. He carefully helps you get redressed, then pulls himself together. After you sit back on the couch, curled in his arms, picking out a new movie and continuing to eat the food you abandoned.
“It’s cold now.” You frown as you chew on your food. “You owe me new food,” You joke as you continue to eat your food and watch the movie, playing with his hand in your lap.
“I’ll get you anything you want; you just say it, and you've got it.” He smiles as he takes a bite from his food.