gator being an insanely jealous ex and refusing to let you go. he has one of his guys arrest your current boyfriend so he can go over to your place knowing you’ll be home alone.
A/n: tysm for requesting, I LOVED writing this <3 I loosely based it on this fic that I read months ago!
Warnings: cheating! (Reader has a bf!) drunk! Reader & Gator are drunk! , unprotected p in v! Ass play, butt plug, slight dp! Nipple sucking and play, cunt fingering, spiting. Kissing, clit spanking. Creampie, Teasing! 18+
Tagged: @jamdoughnutmagician @petalborn @quinnsharrington @thecreelhouse @her-mortal-projections
“Gator, stop calling and texting me. We aren’t together anymore” you hissed, in the downstairs bathroom.
“Doll, you’re not getting rid of me that easily.” He said cockily, you could hear his smile over the phone.
You weren’t sure why you answered his call but there some pull that couldn’t stop you.
That’s the thing with Gator, once he had you. He was in your veins permanently, like an addiction.
Since you had broken up with Gator and got together with your current boyfriend, the texts had been none stop.
You liked the attention that Gator gave you.
On a few occasions in the dark, you could have sworn that you saw his police car drive past you. But you could never prove it.
Your current boyfriend was well known to the local police, so when Gator pulled him over that day. You could feel the jealousy through the car.
Everything was most intense when he was around, you could feel that he was near you even if you never saw him.
He hated that you were dating someone like that, as he told you a few weeks afterwards. As if Gator was much better.
Tonight, you were wearing something fairly sexy in hopes it might spark some romance into your relationship.
A bottle of wine, a few scatterings of candles and a paused film on the tv. Impatiently waiting for your boyfriend’s arrival.
Pouring the wine into two glasses, you pressed play. Feeling annoyed at the lack of contact between you and your boyfriend.
It wasn’t until you had drunk both glasses of wine that the doorbell rang.
Checking yourself out in the nearest mirror before ripping the door open, slightly tipsy you didn’t register who it was until they turned around.
“Hey baby” his voice was smooth, exhaling a cloud of smoke after he spoke.
Your heart dropped, gripping onto the doorframe as you tried to register it.
“He’s not dead is he?” You asked abruptly.
Gator hadn’t been to your house in months but when he shook his head, tongue twirling around his vape.
“Can I come in?” That flirty tone, sent shivers down your spine.
Every ounce of you was screaming ‘no’ but you stared ahead as he pushed past.
His aftershave hitting your nostrils, closing the door and watching him walk inside as if he owned the place.
He probably did, in some small way.
Already slouched on the sofa, pouring himself a glass of wine. His eyes sparkled when he looked at you.
Feeling annoyed at his intrusion, hands on your hips as you stared at him.
“What are you doing here, Gator?” Huffing in annoyance as he took a sip.
Still smirking as he handed the glass for you to drink out of, shaking your head. He needed to leave but you know he wouldn’t go that easily.
“Missed ya” he shrugged nonchalantly.
The glass was empty when you looked back up, tightening your dressing gown against your body.
You didnt believe that Gator could miss anyone, especially since he always seemed to be there in your life.
His eyes fell onto the outline of your breasts, gulping loudly. He sat up, inviting for you to join him.
Sitting more comfortably on the other side of him, your heart hammered as he poured you a glass of wine.
A bit of Dutch courage was just what you needed.
Especially since you didn’t know how long Gator would be here.
Deciding to bite the bullet in hopes that he’d disappear, you pressed play on the tv. Your boyfriend was still nowhere to be seen, so you excepted your fate.
As you drank more wine, you found yourself relaxing into the sofa. Your gown falling apart to expose your black lace bralette.
“Fuck…” he muttered his breath.
His eyes were staring right at your chest, a glass of wine tight in his hand. Acknowledging the mistake, your cheeks flushed hot as you hurried to close it.
But it was too late, the glass of wine was placed on the table and he was inches away from you.
Time was moving way too slowly for you, the way his hand reached to touch your face. His lips hovering over yours until they met.
“Gator—you need to go” you panted, against his lips.
“He’s not coming back tonight” he groaned, as he pushed you closer.
He didn’t hesitate in his answer which made you hesitate. Pulling away from his embrace to face him.
Though you wouldn’t find guilt on Gator, he was always smug. Getting what he wanted and that included you.
You sighed, not surprised in the slightest that your current boyfriend was spending the night in a cell.
“You can do some much better” he mumbled as his lips met your neck.
“Oh yeah, like you?” You said sarcastically, still not pushing him completely away.
“Fine, tell me to stop and I’ll stop” he said, his hands moving to undo your gown.
Letting it fall away from your body, fully exposing your breasts to him. He shuddered, waiting for a moment before taking a nipple into his mouth.
Sucking it slowly but hard, watching your head fall onto the sofa.
It felt good. Maybe too good.
It had been long time since someone had touched you this.
Moans slipped out of your mouth as he moved between the two nipples, growing wetter by the second.
The film was still playing in the background as his hand slide down your body, stopping just above your cunt.
“Gator, stop we can’t do this” you said firmly, pushing him away from you.
He was hurt, you could tell. But you were thinking about your relationship, hiding any feelings.
Nodding, he respected your decision and began to leave. As he walked towards the door without a word, you were still seated.
Listening to him disappear into the night before sighing, regret filling you up.
You couldn’t stop yourself, he was starting the engine when you rushed out. Your gown wrapped around you.
His eyes fell on yours, you caught flicker of something in his eyes as he rolled the window down.
Faces inches apart, you kissed him.
“Come back inside, please” you urged him, kissing him once more.
Being around Gator, made you feel drunk even if you weren’t. You wanted every inch of him.
He didn’t hesitate to follow you back inside, leaving the film playing downstairs. You led him into your bedroom.
You didn’t share this bed with Gator and the feelings of guilt hadn’t hit you yet as he pushed you onto it
Resuming his position from before, your gown pulled off you as you lay in front of him half naked.
You didn’t feel shy around Gator, spreading your legs as you stared at him.
He devoured your body through his eyes, peppering little kisses of every inch of skin. Your bra was on the floor downstairs, your nipples still hard from before.
His lips met them, hot and sore. He lips relived some of the pain, pulling them hard with his mouth before bringing them back to your body.
“Please” you heard yourself whine, eyes shut tight.
To tease you even more, he let them fall from his mouth before blowing on them.
They hardened even more, when he twirled them around his fingers you groaned.
Before his hands rested on your knees, pushing them apart. The black lace lingerie was slowly coming undone, his fingers hooked under the pants.
Slowly pulling off your cunt and down your thighs, the harshness of the pull made you gasp.
“You really are needy” he whispered, as his face got closer to your cunt.
The underwear was now pooling at your ankles, licking his lips as he gazed at your wet cunt.
Giving your clit a soft spank, body jolting with a hard gasp. That familiar smirk appeared on his face.
He could do whatever he wanted with you, your clit was throbbing as he started to spank it even more.
Loved to watch you writh and moan beneath him, all at his mercy.
His fingers twirling your clit between them, sending shocks through your body. Gripping onto the bed as you shuddered.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Gator” you moaned loudly.
“That’s it, say my name” he groaned at you.
His fingers had moved from your clit and were toying with your entrance, flexing his fingers slightly inside you.
Continuing until he stopped abruptly, moving away from you and started peering in the box at the end of the bed.
Your cheeks flushed as you heard him pick up a few items, the new sex toys that you bought when you were briefly single.
The glass butt plug twirled in his hands with a mischievous look in his eyes.
“I bet he hasn’t used this on you” he exhaled with a smirk.
You gulped, shaking your hair as he picked up with lube. Letting it drip from the toy and onto his foot.
Waiting patiently for the next instruction, you watched him intently as he moved the butt plug along your thigh.
Without a word, he moved his finger in the motion for you to roll over.
Your stomach and breasts were pushed against the bed, ass pushed out as his hands grabbed you closer.
He spat onto your ass, trying to spread your legs even further. Making you squirm as he began to press the tip of the plug up to your asshole.
Mixing both lube and spit as he began to push it inside you, it wasn’t the first time you had used it.
His other hand was underneath you, pressing against your swollen clit. Encouraging you to grind against him.
With each movement, the butt plug was pushed deeper inside you until the heart was outside you.
You were groaning as his fingers moved you closer and closer to cumming.
His hands sliding closer to your cunt entrance, your cunt ate two of his fingers easily.
As he curled them up as he moved them in and out, your body shuddered.
Wetter and wetter, both holes slightly full as his fingers began to move loosely inside you.
“Hmm, you need something bigger” he whispered into your ear.
His trousers played at his ankles, his cock pressed hard between the fabric of his boxers. Letting it out, he rubbed the tip against your wet and aching cunt.
“Please, Gator. ‘Mm, need it” you whined, rocking against the bed.
Both of you gasped as his cock was taken well inside you, his hands digging into your hips as he began to thrust.
The butt plug was being pressed against his pelvic bone, it felt good to be this full.
“Look at you baby, so fucking stuffed” he moaned into your ear.
Bending over your body increased the pressure into both holes, panting heavily to control yourself.
Your hands gripped deeper into the mattress, he was fucking you on his own knees.
Pushing you closer to the edge, your clit was being rubbed against the fabric as your holes grew wetter.
“Gator, mm’ close” your words were muffled from his hand holding you into the mattress.
He ignored your protests and continued to thrust into you, until your body was shaking underneath him.
You hadn’t came that hard in months, feeling the butt plug move from the pressure.
His cock still inside you, twitching as you continued to cum hard.
“That’s it baby, let it out” he groaned, as he watched you unfold.
His eyes flickered as you began to rock yourself back and forth, sensation tingled as he held your hands tightly.
“Gator, cum in me” you panted, feeling overstimulated.
He loved those words, his name on your lips. Being able to fill you up with all his cum.
Pulling you closer to him, your back sliding against his stomach as he bent around him.
It stretched your muscles as you let him fuck you, his moans getting quieter as he edged closer to his orgasm.
His name being repeated over and over until he came hard.
Spurting a fat load of cum inside your cunt, your own legs shaking as you felt yourself cum with him.
The butt plug pushing inside you from his back and your body slipped from his hands as you collapsed together.
His cock still expelling every last drop of cum inside you as you gripped onto the bedsheets for support.
As he panted heavily, his cock going limp as cum dripped down your legs. His fingers slowly removed the butt plug.
Leaving a soft kiss on your lower back and pulling you tight.
Still feeling brainless as you rolled over to face him, sticky and sweaty. He didn’t get up or brush you off.
He stroked your face and kissed you, this soft side of Gator was the one you missed the most.
“Why isn’t he home?” You squeaked, your voice raw from sex.
He didn’t answer straight away, most likely thinking of a lie.
“He was picked up earlier in the night” he bit his lip as his eyes scanned your face.
You knew he was waiting for you to blow up, but you didn’t. It was actually a relief.
It wasn’t to say that your relationship was a fad, you had some form of feeling for him but he never put any effort in.
Not like Gator, but one ever was Gator.
Maybe it wasn’t him who couldn’t let go, maybe it was you.
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