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here's my may recommendations!! another beefy month of fics i loved!!
**some fics will not have necessarily been posted in may
IMPORTANT: please read the warnings on the fics before reading them. most will be 18+!! there is some series in there also but mainly all of these are one shots!
ᰔ indicates that this is a series / multi parts
۶ৎ steve harrington
in the summer sun by @tinfoileddd
wrapped around your finger by @vamptales
promise? and gold rush by @aecd27
oblivious by @munsonify
i almost do by @catherinnn
you don’t go to parties anymore and i’m scared i’ll never sleep again by @teheblue
ᰔ temporary fix by @discodjo
ᰔ one big favour by @luusygoosey
disarm by @stevenose
busy right now by @vader-anakin
never leave you by @whispersoflost
he knows better by @trizharrington
will you still love me tomorrow? by @levanswrites
ᰔ so high school by @swirledyouintoallmypoems
after midnight by @harringtonsugar
in the dark, you’re honest by @drownedinmelancholy
said i'm the love of your life (about a million times) by @catssluvr
the hawkins memorial hospital by @kensley-11
the second line by @calelundaa
daughter from hell and uptowngirl by @oohgeminii
slow hands by @s111ut
a conversation on nuggets by @bells-bookshelf
don’t sweat by @yeah-iveheardofbears
always ready to be left out in the cold by @thecreelhouse
what are you wearing? by @djopuppy
my desperate girl by @cakedupkeery
۶ৎ gator tillman
wanna hear you say by @keer-y
my boy only breaks his favourite toys by @xpeachsunsidex
everything shower by @levanswrites
۶ৎ kurt kunkle
boy next door by @stvswrld69
۶ৎ travis 'teacake' meacham
be quiet (no, don’t) by @keer-y
white lines, pretty baby, tattoos by @djopuppy
۶ৎ walter 'keys' mckey
officer mckey by @entrenoussir
ᰔ smashingkeys69 by @nowprettybbyimrunning
۶ৎ bucky barnes
tuesday night secrets by @aderna01
it’s not the same river by @goldiwrites
manchild by @houseofhyde
you make loving fun! by @superbassbuck
you earned it by @phoenix-in-writing
for all my recs, please see my fic rec account @moonstone-recommends
18+ giving steve, also known as your best friend, a head while he’s in his scoops ahoy uniform | wc: 799 ⟡˖°
a/n: i need scoops ahoy steve.
“oh fuck, baby…”
steve’s pants and briefs were wrapped around his thighs, his thick cock on full display, hard as a rock and standing against his stomach while you stroked him lazily, teasing him with your mouth.
his soft moans echoed through the small space of the back room at scoops ahoy.
it was absolutely risky, but god, you would lie if you said that you didn’t like the thrill.
and steve seemed to like it as well—at least it looked like that when you pulled him through the door, lips moving against his and finding him already hard in his pants.
“you know… it wouldn’t be so hard for me to hold myself back if you’d just loose that damn uniform… because stevie, this is absolutely sexy,” you murmured, giving the tip of his cock a kitten lick.
his hips bucked upwards instinctively, a low groan rumbling through his chest while one hand flew to the back of your head, clenching in the strands.
“jesus christ…” he whispered, pupils dark with lust, “it’s my work outfit. you know i can’t just ‘lose it’.”
that earned him a gentle suck on the head, and you felt him twitching greedily in your hand.
it all started when you came to him about two weeks ago, right after your date dumped you.
he was clearly convinced that an inexperienced girl like you wasn’t good in bed, that’s why he wanted to find someone else—someone with more experience.
shortly, not a virgin.
and so you came to your best friend, since you where twelve years old, asking him to help you get some of that experience.
since then, you made out almost every day.
and god, steve was a mess. he always was.
his eyes were pressed shut, biting down on those plump and pink lips, looking like some sex god who just jumped right out of your dreams.
the only difference: he was your best friend and all of this happened because you only needed him to teach you in things like blowjobs.
but lord, it was the best thing that ever happened to you.
“fuck! you’re…” steve grunted, more precum spilling out and coating your lips. “you’re learning so fast, princess.”
you decided to go further then. by now, you knew what drove him crazy.
so you took him slowly, swallowing on the way down until his head hit the back of your throat, making you gag.
steve’s hand gripped the arm of the chair he was sitting on, knuckles turning white while he other hand stayed in your hair, guiding you gently.
“oh shit, baby. just like that,” he choked out, his hips thrusting up, further into the heat but you stopped him by wrapping your hand around his base—the only part you couldn’t take.
the squeeze made him twitch against your tongue and you hummed, eyes beginning to water from the intensity of holding back more gags.
“you’re taking it so well…” you hear the praise and it made you press your thighs together. “such a good girl.”
then, his control snapped.
he bucked his hips upwards again, hitting the back of your throat again and you gagged, one single tear dropping down as your fingernails dug into the soft flesh of his hairy thighs.
“just like that… good girl…” he chanted out, his hips setting a steady rhythm, fucking up into your mouth.
you took steady breaths through your nose, relaxing your jaw, giving him the space he needed to get off.
he made you choke on him, tears streaming down your face and saliva dripping from your chin, making everything messy.
after a while, you swallowed again, his cock pulsing, signaling you he was close.
now it was you, starting to bob your head. up and down, letting him slip out, suckling on the tip before taking him all the way in again.
“baby, baby, i’m gonna—fuuuck—i’m gonna cum. you need to—“
you knew what he wanted to say. he always did. but you never pulled away.
thick ropes of his cum shot out, spilling down your throat and all over your lips and face when you pulled away.
it was messy, but god, it was absolutely perfect.
steve’s head lolled to the side, his cock still twitching as he came down from that intense high, his gaze on you without daring to look away.
you licked your lips clean from his semen, grinning when he let out a gasp. “you just… did it again,” he murmured, reaching out, his thumb brushing some drops of his cum away from your chin.
“licking my cum like it’s some kind of candy. my dirty little slut, hm?” he teased, but you knew better.
the way his fingers moved over the strings, soft melodies filling your ears—you just couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. but even more obvious was, how he couldn’t look away from you. “is there something on my face?” your asked, slowly raising your hand to brush away that invisible dirt he must stare at. “n-no,” joe declared, blinking a few times, the melody dying down as he pulled his hand away from the guitar. “it’s just… i’m so lucky to call you mine.”
so when i break down and list all the reasons i’m here and i’m still breathing, oh, i’m hanging on. - c.p. ⟡˖°
summary; a nightmare keeps you from falling asleep again so your boyfriend takes you on a late night drive, distracting you from whatever sorrow tortures you.
warnings; explicit sexual content, 18+ mdni, description of a panic attack, talks about trauma and therapy, hurt/comfort, thigh riding, cockwarming, biting followed by a mark, hair pulling, breast sucking, unprotected sex (stay safe!!), car sex, dirty talk, no use of y/n, badly proofread
word count; 1,900
words of vanilla; my first gator fic, yay. words can’t describe how much i love him, our sweet little baby boy literally deserves the world. this is also heavily inspired by the song of chance peña which you can find here. hope you like it. xx
it was the middle of the night when you woke up from a nightmare.
cold sweat coated your skin, quick and uneven breaths coming over your lips.
but that wasn’t the worst part of it.
it was your racing heart, and the panic that crawled into your body, closing around your heart like a first made of ice.
you tried to calm yourself down, tried to focus on the things your therapist instructed you to think about—you were safe. you were loved. there was nothing to be afraid of.
but it only seemed to get worse, the panic starting to choke you.
“baby?”
his voice felt like an anchor in a storm you thought you couldn’t escape from, rough with sleep but still so goddamn grounding.
“hey, hey, hey. look at me,” he whispered, sitting up instantly when he realized that something was wrong.
“breathe with me. c’mon…”
a deep breath in. a deep breath out.
you concentrated on the way his shoulders moved up and down in that steady rhythm.
he repeated it until you finally calmed down again, your eyes fluttering closed as you sank against your boyfriend’s firm body.
“thank you…” you breathed, not louder than a whisper, nuzzling your nose against his neck.
he wrapped his arms around your smaller frame, pressing you close against him—like he was afraid you would break down if he let you go.
“ain’t no need to thank me, darlin’,” gator muttered back, pressing a soft kiss against your temple, lips lingering there for a few seconds longer than they should.
“tell ya what, we’re gonna need us some fresh air, dont’cha think?” he added, already about to slip out of bed.
you furrowed your brows, clearly upset about the loss of his warmth and proximity.
“w-what? it’s almost 3am, gates,” you pointed out but already moved to follow him.
gator didn’t mind about getting changed, just guided you down the stairs in his flannel pyjama pants and the black shirt he wore.
you, on the other hand, were still wearing that short, thin silk nightgown with a lace trim around the neckline—one of your favourites.
he helped you slip into your shoes before he got into his own, then opened the front door for you.
the fresh night air hit your warm skin immediately, causing you to shiver but gator pushed you softly toward his cruiser, one hand on the small of your back.
“a road trip? seriously?” you asked, a small laugh escaping your lips, finally starting to feel a little better.
“call it late night drive,” he corrected you, helping you climb into the passenger’s seat.
after that, he got inside himself, sitting behind the wheel. “figured this might help ya out a little. now, lean back and enjoy the ride.”
the next few minutes were quiet in the car, neither one of you talking, only the music played quietly in the background.
he pulled over after a while, bringing the car to a stop, and you lifted your head from where it rested against the window.
“is everything okay?” you asked softly, trying to figure out where you were.
instead of answering, gator reached out for you, pulling you closer to his body. “c’mere,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around you, grazing his hand over your side.
“you wanna talk ‘bout that dream?” he asked, lips moving against your temple as he breathed in the scent of your hair.
you tensed slightly, but his embrace kept you grounded. “there’s nothing to talk about,” you answered, pressing yourself a little tighter against him.
“you know he can’t hurt ya anymore, right? he’s gone. and you’re safe with me, darlin’,” he reminded you softly, peppering kisses on where his lips brushed against your head.
you took a deep, shaky breath, nodding slowly. “i know. it’s just… i can still feel his shadow like a knife pressing against my back. it’s… like he left a mark on my soul. one i can never get rid off.”
he didn’t answer immediately.
you didn’t expect him to.
because you knew he understood. his past hadn’t been that great either.
“you’re gonna be just fine, darlin’. one day, none of this is gonna matter anymore. i promise.”
a small pause, his lips wandering down to your ear where he pressed a soft kiss against the spot right behind it.
“so… what d’ya say to a little distraction? maybe get your mind on somethin’ else?”
you knew what he meant, and the deep sound of his voice shot straight to your core.
“oh, you bad, bad boy,” you murmured, turning your head to look into his eyes.
“the baddest for ya, darlin’,” he all but purred before your lips melt together.
the kiss was slow but heated, his tongue slipping inside your mouth, caressing yours with gentle strokes.
a soft moan slipped past your lips, swallowed by him while he helped you shift, settling you onto his lap.
your legs straddled his thighs, his hands sliding into your soft hair and the kiss deepened even more, having you drown in each other.
“fuck, baby. you’re drivin’ me crazy,” gator growled against your lips, pushing one of his thighs up against your core.
you gasped softly, biting in his bottom lip, grinding down against him.
that seemed to effect him because he pulled away, looking down into your eyes, his pupils blown with lust. “shit, you wanna ride my thigh, darlin’?”
you nodded slightly, already lifting your hips to get rid of your panties. he helped you, pulling them from your fingers and tossed them into the back of his car.
“you ain’t gonna need ‘em anymore tonight,” his fingers twisted into your hair, twirling it around his hand. “c’mon, show me how much ya want me.”
he didn’t have to tell you twice.
you adjusted your hips until you hovered over one thigh, slowly sinking down against it. the first movement was hesitant, testing how the soft flannel of his pyjama pants felt against your core.
“just like that…” gator encouraged you, his grip on your hips firm as he guided you.
“how ya feelin’, baby?” he asked, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip.
“good. so, so good,” you moaned, finally starting to rub yourself on him a little faster.
he tensed his muscles, causing you to grind down harder and another moan escaped you, rumbling through the small space in his car.
“gator…” you whimpered, his fingers tightening in your hair as he pulled your head back into your neck.
“i’m here… i’m right here.”
his lips latched onto the spot on your neck where your pulse thundered underneath, sucking softly on the thin skin.
“use my thigh, baby. just like ya need it.”
you started to move even faster, the fabric of his pants already drenched from your arousal, probably soaking into his skin underneath.
but you didn’t stop, it only pushed you more, just like his teeth that sank into your neck, biting you gently but hard enough that it would leave behind a mark.
all that and the way his muscles flexed underneath you, pushed you closer to the edge.
“g-gator. i’m gonna… i’m gonna…”
you couldn’t finish your sentence, your climax hitting you hard.
so hard, you saw stars sparking behind your closed eyes as you rode out your orgasm on his thigh and those damn flannel pants.
his lips found yours as soon as your breaths evened again, kissing you softly. “attagirl,” he murmured, making you chuckle, still a little out of breath.
“wanna ride my cock now?” he brushed a single strand of hair behind your ear while the other pulled down his pants eagerly.
you lowered your gaze, realizing how hard he was already—probably had been since the beginning of your make out session.
“gator…” you pleaded quietly, and he shushed you with a kiss, guiding your hips on top of him again.
“tell me how bad ya want me, darlin’,” he said, his fingers brushing over the delicate skin of your collarbone, slipping down to cup one of your breasts through the silk of your nightgown.
“i-i want you so bad it hurts. please gates…let me feel you inside of me. please…” you begged, not even surprised at how desperate you sounded.
a smile appeared on his lips and he pulled you into another kiss, dragging the tip of his cock through your wet folds.
he was probably dripping as well—had to be—but still coated his length with your juices before he finally pushed into your heat.
your walls gripped at him like he was the only thing you ever needed, swallowing him until your hips pressed flush against each other.
both of you panted heavily, gator giving you time to adjust to his size. but even then, he stayed like that without moving.
it was like he enjoyed the feeling of you around him, holding on to him like he was your lifeline.
“ga…gat-“ you started, wanting to tell him how bad you needed him to move. but the words died in your throat when he made the first thrust.
he hit you deep, right where it made you see stars again, too much and not enough at the same time.
“i want ya to know…” he began, thrusting up harder by now, your head falling back into your neck, moving with him.
“you’re always safe as long as you’re with me, ya hear me? i’ll never let nothin’ or nobody hurt you,” he ended, the next thrusts so hard that the car started to shake under your movements.
“fuck, gator!” you cried out, and you knew you were getting close again.
his hand grazed against your shoulder, brushing down the strap of your nightgown, revealing one of your tits to his sight.
he leaned down, lips closing around your nipple, and started to suck.
it wasn’t gentle, it was greedy—tongue swirling around your nipple like he wanted to get every little taste of you.
and just like that, the sparks in your abdomen exploded again.
you moved mindlessly on top of him, completely gone while he let you use him to ride out your pleasure.
somewhere in the middle of it, his own release hit him, a deep and throaty groan coming from deep down his throat.
his mouth was still around your nipple, the sound vibrating through your body while his cock twitched and pulsed, your walls milking him dry.
when he came down as well, he let his head sink against your chest, his breath still heavy and uneven.
you held him as he held you, none of you wanting to move away from the other.
he already softened inside of your pussy, but you still didn’t move.
“i love you, gator,” you finally whispered after some time, and his grip on you you tightened a little more.
“i know,” he murmured, slowly pulling away, cupping your face in his calloused hands. “i love you too. more than anythin’.”
this time, the kiss was soft and so full of love that your heart clenched in your chest. and after you pulled apart the next time, he drove you back home.
some minutes later, you were back in bed, snuggled up tightly against his chest, slowly drifting into sleep.
this time without any pain from your past haunting you.
“easy, mama,” his voice was rough and his grip steady as he helped you lower yourself onto his lap. the swell of your belly was pressed tightly against his chest and you could feel his cock twitching against the underside of it. “gator, please…” you whimpered, face contorted in discomfort. “please, what, mama?” he asked, trailing his fingertips up your side. “please help me, they’re full… too full…it hurts.”
so when i break down and list all the reasons i’m here and i’m still breathing, oh, i’m hanging on. - c.p. ⟡˖°
summary; a nightmare keeps you from falling asleep again so your boyfriend takes you on a late night drive, distracting you from whatever sorrow tortures you.
warnings; explicit sexual content, 18+ mdni, description of a panic attack, talks about trauma and therapy, hurt/comfort, thigh riding, cockwarming, biting followed by a mark, hair pulling, breast sucking, unprotected sex (stay safe!!), car sex, dirty talk, no use of y/n, badly proofread
word count; 1,900
words of vanilla; my first gator fic, yay. words can’t describe how much i love him, our sweet little baby boy literally deserves the world. this is also heavily inspired by the song of chance peña which you can find here. hope you like it. xx
it was the middle of the night when you woke up from a nightmare.
cold sweat coated your skin, quick and uneven breaths coming over your lips.
but that wasn’t the worst part of it.
it was your racing heart, and the panic that crawled into your body, closing around your heart like a first made of ice.
you tried to calm yourself down, tried to focus on the things your therapist instructed you to think about—you were safe. you were loved. there was nothing to be afraid of.
but it only seemed to get worse, the panic starting to choke you.
“baby?”
his voice felt like an anchor in a storm you thought you couldn’t escape from, rough with sleep but still so goddamn grounding.
“hey, hey, hey. look at me,” he whispered, sitting up instantly when he realized that something was wrong.
“breathe with me. c’mon…”
a deep breath in. a deep breath out.
you concentrated on the way his shoulders moved up and down in that steady rhythm.
he repeated it until you finally calmed down again, your eyes fluttering closed as you sank against your boyfriend’s firm body.
“thank you…” you breathed, not louder than a whisper, nuzzling your nose against his neck.
he wrapped his arms around your smaller frame, pressing you close against him—like he was afraid you would break down if he let you go.
“ain’t no need to thank me, darlin’,” gator muttered back, pressing a soft kiss against your temple, lips lingering there for a few seconds longer than they should.
“tell ya what, we’re gonna need us some fresh air, dont’cha think?” he added, already about to slip out of bed.
you furrowed your brows, clearly upset about the loss of his warmth and proximity.
“w-what? it’s almost 3am, gates,” you pointed out but already moved to follow him.
gator didn’t mind about getting changed, just guided you down the stairs in his flannel pyjama pants and the black shirt he wore.
you, on the other hand, were still wearing that short, thin silk nightgown with a lace trim around the neckline—one of your favourites.
he helped you slip into your shoes before he got into his own, then opened the front door for you.
the fresh night air hit your warm skin immediately, causing you to shiver but gator pushed you softly toward his cruiser, one hand on the small of your back.
“a road trip? seriously?” you asked, a small laugh escaping your lips, finally starting to feel a little better.
“call it late night drive,” he corrected you, helping you climb into the passenger’s seat.
after that, he got inside himself, sitting behind the wheel. “figured this might help ya out a little. now, lean back and enjoy the ride.”
the next few minutes were quiet in the car, neither one of you talking, only the music played quietly in the background.
he pulled over after a while, bringing the car to a stop, and you lifted your head from where it rested against the window.
“is everything okay?” you asked softly, trying to figure out where you were.
instead of answering, gator reached out for you, pulling you closer to his body. “c’mere,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around you, grazing his hand over your side.
“you wanna talk ‘bout that dream?” he asked, lips moving against your temple as he breathed in the scent of your hair.
you tensed slightly, but his embrace kept you grounded. “there’s nothing to talk about,” you answered, pressing yourself a little tighter against him.
“you know he can’t hurt ya anymore, right? he’s gone. and you’re safe with me, darlin’,” he reminded you softly, peppering kisses on where his lips brushed against your head.
you took a deep, shaky breath, nodding slowly. “i know. it’s just… i can still feel his shadow like a knife pressing against my back. it’s… like he left a mark on my soul. one i can never get rid off.”
he didn’t answer immediately.
you didn’t expect him to.
because you knew he understood. his past hadn’t been that great either.
“you’re gonna be just fine, darlin’. one day, none of this is gonna matter anymore. i promise.”
a small pause, his lips wandering down to your ear where he pressed a soft kiss against the spot right behind it.
“so… what d’ya say to a little distraction? maybe get your mind on somethin’ else?”
you knew what he meant, and the deep sound of his voice shot straight to your core.
“oh, you bad, bad boy,” you murmured, turning your head to look into his eyes.
“the baddest for ya, darlin’,” he all but purred before your lips melt together.
the kiss was slow but heated, his tongue slipping inside your mouth, caressing yours with gentle strokes.
a soft moan slipped past your lips, swallowed by him while he helped you shift, settling you onto his lap.
your legs straddled his thighs, his hands sliding into your soft hair and the kiss deepened even more, having you drown in each other.
“fuck, baby. you’re drivin’ me crazy,” gator growled against your lips, pushing one of his thighs up against your core.
you gasped softly, biting in his bottom lip, grinding down against him.
that seemed to effect him because he pulled away, looking down into your eyes, his pupils blown with lust. “shit, you wanna ride my thigh, darlin’?”
you nodded slightly, already lifting your hips to get rid of your panties. he helped you, pulling them from your fingers and tossed them into the back of his car.
“you ain’t gonna need ‘em anymore tonight,” his fingers twisted into your hair, twirling it around his hand. “c’mon, show me how much ya want me.”
he didn’t have to tell you twice.
you adjusted your hips until you hovered over one thigh, slowly sinking down against it. the first movement was hesitant, testing how the soft flannel of his pyjama pants felt against your core.
“just like that…” gator encouraged you, his grip on your hips firm as he guided you.
“how ya feelin’, baby?” he asked, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip.
“good. so, so good,” you moaned, finally starting to rub yourself on him a little faster.
he tensed his muscles, causing you to grind down harder and another moan escaped you, rumbling through the small space in his car.
“gator…” you whimpered, his fingers tightening in your hair as he pulled your head back into your neck.
“i’m here… i’m right here.”
his lips latched onto the spot on your neck where your pulse thundered underneath, sucking softly on the thin skin.
“use my thigh, baby. just like ya need it.”
you started to move even faster, the fabric of his pants already drenched from your arousal, probably soaking into his skin underneath.
but you didn’t stop, it only pushed you more, just like his teeth that sank into your neck, biting you gently but hard enough that it would leave behind a mark.
all that and the way his muscles flexed underneath you, pushed you closer to the edge.
“g-gator. i’m gonna… i’m gonna…”
you couldn’t finish your sentence, your climax hitting you hard.
so hard, you saw stars sparking behind your closed eyes as you rode out your orgasm on his thigh and those damn flannel pants.
his lips found yours as soon as your breaths evened again, kissing you softly. “attagirl,” he murmured, making you chuckle, still a little out of breath.
“wanna ride my cock now?” he brushed a single strand of hair behind your ear while the other pulled down his pants eagerly.
you lowered your gaze, realizing how hard he was already—probably had been since the beginning of your make out session.
“gator…” you pleaded quietly, and he shushed you with a kiss, guiding your hips on top of him again.
“tell me how bad ya want me, darlin’,” he said, his fingers brushing over the delicate skin of your collarbone, slipping down to cup one of your breasts through the silk of your nightgown.
“i-i want you so bad it hurts. please gates…let me feel you inside of me. please…” you begged, not even surprised at how desperate you sounded.
a smile appeared on his lips and he pulled you into another kiss, dragging the tip of his cock through your wet folds.
he was probably dripping as well—had to be—but still coated his length with your juices before he finally pushed into your heat.
your walls gripped at him like he was the only thing you ever needed, swallowing him until your hips pressed flush against each other.
both of you panted heavily, gator giving you time to adjust to his size. but even then, he stayed like that without moving.
it was like he enjoyed the feeling of you around him, holding on to him like he was your lifeline.
“ga…gat-“ you started, wanting to tell him how bad you needed him to move. but the words died in your throat when he made the first thrust.
he hit you deep, right where it made you see stars again, too much and not enough at the same time.
“i want ya to know…” he began, thrusting up harder by now, your head falling back into your neck, moving with him.
“you’re always safe as long as you’re with me, ya hear me? i’ll never let nothin’ or nobody hurt you,” he ended, the next thrusts so hard that the car started to shake under your movements.
“fuck, gator!” you cried out, and you knew you were getting close again.
his hand grazed against your shoulder, brushing down the strap of your nightgown, revealing one of your tits to his sight.
he leaned down, lips closing around your nipple, and started to suck.
it wasn’t gentle, it was greedy—tongue swirling around your nipple like he wanted to get every little taste of you.
and just like that, the sparks in your abdomen exploded again.
you moved mindlessly on top of him, completely gone while he let you use him to ride out your pleasure.
somewhere in the middle of it, his own release hit him, a deep and throaty groan coming from deep down his throat.
his mouth was still around your nipple, the sound vibrating through your body while his cock twitched and pulsed, your walls milking him dry.
when he came down as well, he let his head sink against your chest, his breath still heavy and uneven.
you held him as he held you, none of you wanting to move away from the other.
he already softened inside of your pussy, but you still didn’t move.
“i love you, gator,” you finally whispered after some time, and his grip on you you tightened a little more.
“i know,” he murmured, slowly pulling away, cupping your face in his calloused hands. “i love you too. more than anythin’.”
this time, the kiss was soft and so full of love that your heart clenched in your chest. and after you pulled apart the next time, he drove you back home.
some minutes later, you were back in bed, snuggled up tightly against his chest, slowly drifting into sleep.
this time without any pain from your past haunting you.
the makeshift bandage only made a little difference, the fresh blood already soaking through. “we have to get you out of here. as fast as possible. come on,” you said, helping him standing upright again. but you didn’t come that far until he stopped again, shaking his head. “i can’t…” it was only seconds until his legs gave in. you weren’t strong enough to carry him, so you had no other choice than to sink to your knees with him.
