five days
wc: 4.9k
summary: You thought you could spend 5 days with out Gator while he goes on a trip. Turns out you were wrong.
cw: MDNI, filth, f!reader, female anatomy, dacryphilia (blink and you'll miss it), regarding vagina as 'her', loss of virginity f!r, p in v sex, Gator calling your vagina his, religious!reader, unprotected sex, lmk if i missed anything!
a/n: request here.. thank you for asking more of gator and his sweet little church girl! i love writing gator tehehe!!! also i literally have 0 religious background so if i got something wrong please let me know :))
Gator was gone for five days.
Monday to Friday. On some job his daddy sent him on. A useless, barely needed to be done, type of job but still something Gator was forced to do nonetheless. Normally you can deal with Roy and the chores he gives your boyfriend. Because what were you gonna do about it? But shipping him off to tie some loose ends was just Roy giving into the greed of laziness. A sin in itself if anyone asked you.
The days went on slowly. It was shocking how bored you were. You’ve lived alone before Gator, all naive and innocent, spending your days at church or helping with some charities around town– so you should be able to live without him now. But for some reason you were struggling. A part of you missed him in a way you didn't know was possible. Like if there was a hole in you only he could fix. As if a part of you is missing without him.
The first day or two you spent baking. Deciding to use your free time and space– without Gator trying to eat all the food– to make some desserts. First you started out with cookies, making them from scratch. But when that only took you a few hours out of the 12 hour day so you baked more. Next was a pie that you would send to the police station for Roy and the guys to have. Half hoping it is a good enough gift that God will accept for the awful things you think of him and half because it’s never bad to be on his good side.
Roy is the first person you see when you walk into the station. Not exactly the man you wanted to see but the man who you intend on eating this pie. He greets you in a way he never would if Gator was around, hands on your shoulder that then move to your waist. You make up an excuse to leave feeling extremely uncomfortable. And you know better than to try to look at the other men for help, too stuck under Roy's thumb to stop him.
When you get home you send Gator the picture you took when you were done baking the pie. You have the apron he loves to see you wear on. He says it makes your boobs look extra good, and he’d agree after seeing the photo. You even let him know that you went to the station to give it to Roy and the guys working. Except leaving out the reason you left so quickly. He’s quick to give you praise.
Gator💘: Ur perfect doll.
Gator💘: I love u, keep being a good girl for me.
Gator💘: Remind me when I get home to put a ring on that pretty finger.
Normally Gator gives your praise for anything. You do the dishes, you get praise. You cook dinner, you get praise. Like you don't also need clean dishes and food for dinner. His daddy always says it’s your role, what you’re there for, he tries instilling that thinking into Gator. But all Gator can do is thank you for doing it.
And if he were home he'd probably do more than praise you. Maybe have a little make out session, let you sit in his lap while you let his hands roam all over you. You’d grind your hips into his while he ruts his up to match your pace. You never let it go too far but you’re so kind you never let him go without. Whether it’s a hand job, something Gator recently taught you to do for him after a forever of begging, or rubbing him over his pants, he always finishes. Although you’d never let yourself be so lucky. Too aware, too much of a rule follower, too much religious guilt already wrapped around you.
And you’d be lying if you said the simple thoughts of those moments didn't get you heated. That his texts didn't go straight to your cunt. While you're in bed texting him you grab his pillow, sniffing it to get any hints of his shampoo or cologne. Then Gator calls you, in the middle of it all. His tired voice does numbers for you, you can feel the wetness through your pajama shorts.
And before you know it the pillow is pushed under you, quickly trying to find a corner that has some sturdiness to it to give you the right type of pleasure you so desperately crave. Riding it slowly but with intense pressure, it starts to feel good. He unknowingly talks you through what you're doing. Telling you how your picture made him have to go to the bathroom mid talking to someone and you breathlessly scold him. Like what you're doing right now is any better.
Day three is spent at church all day long. Hoping whatever you were doing yesterday gets forgiven. Repenting in any way you can. Letting anyone who's listening know that you’d never give into that. Never let such a disturbing sin grab hold of you. Especially not when you're so close to marriage. It’s really around the corner, Gators talks about it so much, it has to be soon.
Day four you feel a little better. You deep clean the entire house, specifically the kitchen since you left it in a bit of a mess from all the cooking you did. Vacuuming, mopping, dusting, doing the laundry, going to the grocery store to stack up on all of Gator's favorites. You were busy to say the least.
That was until you decided to show Gator the beautiful necklace the church gave you. They said it was because you help around more than any member, and that you deserved it more than anyone. You had the idea to show him after your shower, rinsing off the sweat and lingering chemical smells you had from cleaning. The long mirror in your room was your perfect height, going a little bit above your head. Allowing you to put your camera over your face to focus on the beautiful cross necklace.
At this point in time all you have on is your undergarments. A white bra and white cotton underwear. Your bra is pretty, it has lace on the trim and a little bow in the middle. The white looks bright against your tanned skin, a shade or two darker due to your time in the sun.
In the first picture you take it’s a little off, too much of your neck and jaw not enough of your necklace. The second attempt is good enough but your third attempt is what you send to your boyfriend. It’s a nice picture of your necklace but more than that it shows the top of your bra, going far enough to see the small bow in the middle with ease. The faceless picture makes it feel dirty, like you can't excuse it because it’s clearly a titty pic. Your hand that's not holding the phone holds onto the cross in the picture, like that's gonna save you for sending something so scandalous.
All you can tell yourself is that it’s not a perverted picture. Gator has seen you like this more times than you can count, he’s seen you naked for crying out loud. A little bit of your bra isn't going to send you to hell, you’ll be just fine.
What Gator is doing all the way in his hotel room however, is perverted. With his hand down his boxers he tries to type a message out. Fumbling because his eyes go from his practically hard dick, to your boobs, to the keyboard. You never send him anything like this, he feels like a boy on christmas day.
Gator💘: More? Lower?
A tough shot honestly. You may get angry at him for viewing the picture in such a sinful way or you might go with it. Already this far might as well go further. In reality Gator is struggling just as much as you. Missing your hands all over him at night or the food you make him for breakfast. All the tiny ways you take perfect care of him that he was never taught to do himself.
And man oh man God is good!!
You send a picture back to him. Except this one is just your body. You’re sitting on the floor, legs pushed to one side and posing. Showing him more than he thought he’d ever get. He knows exactly the things you’re wearing and how they feel, and if he thinks hard enough he could almost smell how you taste. He comes way too fast and texts back how beautiful you look.
The rest of the day is spent with you trying to forget this ever happened in your clean spotless house.
By day 5 you feel like you can breathe again. Gator comes back in the evening so you give yourself the day off. Basically all you could do has been done and now you can relax. Laying on the couch, watching a movie, bowl of popcorn in your lap. It’s perfect. A nice relaxing day.
So relaxing that you fell asleep.
You didn't plan on falling asleep, didn't even think you were tired enough for it. But the two hours of rest really took you out of it. Fully dreaming, in REM sleep, unaware of anything going on.
Like Gator coming home.
He had a feeling you’d fallen asleep because you weren't answering your texts. Your location shows you're at home so it lessened his worries. And he was right, walking through the door as quietly as he could before setting everything down in the front area. Making sure to take off his boots to truly not wake you up. A sweet gesture he doesn't even realize he is doing. It only takes a few steps before he sees you.
The sight is genuinely torture. You're laying on your belly, face pressed into your arm, the blanket has fallen off you and onto the floor revealing the tiniest shorts you own and your shirt scrunched up to show a little of your bra. The shorts could practically pass as underwear. Showing off your ass in the most delicious way, paired with the sleepy pouty lips you have, and the fact that he hasn't seen you in five days has him feeling like some animal.
So pent up he doesn't even know what to do with himself. If he was in his dream world he would wake you up with his dick in your mouth. Using you to get him all wet before traveling to other places. Even the thought of it has him hard already.
Instead what he does is way kinder, less appalling, more gentle. Starting by kneeling to your level, then pushing the hair that's fallen out of your face, pressing small kisses on your face. Which works, getting a groan from you that doesn't help Gator in the slightest. You’re in the weird spot of half asleep half awake where you can hear him and feel him but your eyes dont wanna open. So it all still feels like a dream.
“Hey mama, m’home. Wanna wake up fer me?” He asks, letting his kisses go from your cheek to your jaw, going down to the sweet spots on your neck that get a throaty sound out of you.
“Mmm Gator.” Your head tips to go further into the pillow so your neck gets more exposed, barely awake but too into the sensations you're feeling.
“I know, I know doll.”
Him pausing to speak allows you to move your body, changing the way you're laying. Going from laying on your tummy to laying on your back so he could get to you easier. Even though you're not fully awake to realize it yet. Still he accepts the change happily, moving to get on the couch, arms on the sides of your head, knees kneeling between your open legs.
Moving between kissing your neck and lips now that you're more awake to reciprocate them. And despite everything feeling fuzzy around the edges and not knowing what time it is you let him. Hands clawing at his shirt– specifically his biceps that are restricted by his shirt.
The kiss is so passionate and feverish. Five days of waiting and frustration all coming out in the barely lit living room. Now that the sun's going down it’s getting dark quickly. But none of that really matters when Gator makes the move of squeezing your boobs under your pajama shirt. The simple feeling of it has you arching your back, he gets the hint and unclips your bra. If you were more awake you’d find it extremely hot that he did it without looking.
“Arm’s up, c’mon.” He says tapping the side of your waist.
You listen like a well trained dog. Arms going up while his lips attack any new skin that shows. Bra and shirt are off in seconds, his thumb brushing against your hardening nipples. His mouth on yours swallow the moans that are spilling out of you from his actions. Hips lifting up to meet him out of pure instinct. You’re not sure why you did it, why it was instinct for your body. Never a movement you’d let yourself willingly do before, a physical action of need for him in a sexual manner. A rotten, filthy, disgusting action. An action you’d never do if you were fully awake.
But you’re not fully awake and you’re not quite sure if you want to be. Never wanting to witness this happening with full clarity. Seeing your actions repeated over and over in your own mind. Maybe that and the fact that this fuzzy feeling is adding to everything Gator is doing to you. Like him moving one of his arms to grip around your thigh tightly. Something to ground him while he feels like he’s winning the lottery.
He knows he got you here. Knew you’d crack and break right before him. Whether you will be okay with it tomorrow isn't really a thought in his brain right now. Only making you feel good and him feel better. Because unlike you the guilt won't eat him up entirely. Not caring less if you have a ring around your finger for this to happen. Honestly he’s been suffering this whole time so really he deserves this. It should be celebrated and allowed to happen again and again now that you've broken.
“Y’want it huh baby? Need it don’cha? It’s all my fault, shoulda never left ya fer so long.”
His words get you to places you never thought you'd be without a wedding ring. Gator focuses on his shirt next but you're whining under him. Literally clawing at his belt like you’re gonna wither away without his dick in you soon. He can't help the huge smile on his face, it almost hurts.
“Gotta tell me doll, whatda want huh? Can't read your mind.” He works on his belt you were begging about while he waits on your answer.
What he should know is you’re never going to just come out and say you need his dick in you. Especially for your first time, you really wanted this to be done right. Like on your honeymoon, in a big bed, preferably in another state. Maybe a little tipsy and bubbly as his hands roam all around you, the cold gold band on his ring finger giving you goosebumps.
Instead you’re on your couch, back already hurting from how thin the cushions are. In your pajamas, a pimple patch on your forehead probably reflecting whatever left of light you have. And still despite all that no one's hearing you say no. No one there hearing you say stop.
Gators voice snaps you out of your thoughts. “You still asleep or what? Needa hear you.” The way he says it sends a shiver down your spine. It’s very stern like he wouldn't continue if he didn't hear you actually wanted it. A kind gesture because you shouldn't want it. But you do.
“Need you, Gator. Need you so so bad.”
With that his cargo pants slide down his legs as he kicks them off to the ground. Now all that's left is you in your shorts and underwear and Gator in his underwear. It’s quite the scene, the two of you all breathless and into it. A completely different world from where you were 20 minutes ago. With his lips all over your boobs it almost feels like you’re still in that world.
As one hand massages your left boob his mouth is sucking on your right nipple. Practically drooling all over it, and a part of you thinks he meant to do this because he blows cold air onto it. Getting a high pitched gasp out of you. Your hands are raked through his gelled hair, breaking the cast of it and gripping tightly.
He goes lower and lower till he's at the bottom of your belly, below your belly button and above your pussy. Giving light kisses as his hands grip tightly on your thighs– sure enough to leave bruises and half moon shape cuts from his nails.
Pulling off your shorts and underwear together is a skill he’s too good at for this being your first time with him but you don't have the mental capacity to even think more about it. From one second to the next his lips are giving light kisses and kitten licks on your cunt. Already soaked from all this kissing and touching you've been doing.
You can physically feel the vibrations of his moan once he tastes you. “God, could live off her fer forever. Taste so sweet, mama.”
The way you push his head down and your hips up to shut him up makes his dick throb even more. Desperate to feel those vibrations again, or anything more than just small licks. Which he seems to get the hint because soon after he’s devouring you. Sucking on your clit as he pushes his tongue in and out of your tight hole. Gator can feel you clamp around his tongue, making his dick twitch in his boxers.
It really doesn't take long till your grip on his hair tightens and your legs shake. Letting out the most pornographic moan he’s ever heard out of you. He lets you come down slowly still giving your clit some action but not enough to overstimulate you.
“Made a mess outta me doll, got me completely soaked.” He says but he doesn't even bother wiping any of it away, instead leaning back up to give you a kiss. You can taste yourself on him and even more so when his tongue fights with yours.
This whole position is killing both of you. The couch is not being made for this at all, in fact it’s slightly coming apart in the middle from the weight of you both. Would it be easier to go down the hall to your bed, probably yeah. But you’ve never gotten this far and Gators a little worried you might be done. Cutting him off completely after having your first orgasm on this fuck ass couch he brought from his old place.
It’s only once you calm down a little that Gator feels your hands trying to pull his boxers off. So he keeps going. Giving into your needy hands and taking his underwear off for it to bob slightly in the air from the quick movement. Letting the couch get a break he stands up and lets you sit on it.
“Get to it mama, need’a get nice n’ wet for that little pussy o’mine huh?”
HIs hands are quick to gather your hair, not getting every strand in his swift movement but he gets enough. Enough to get a nice grip to pull gaining full control over your head. You have your tongue out, as if to say you're ready for whatever he’s planning to do to you.
At first he just pushes his cock into the side of your mouth, getting it nice and wet. Liking the visual of his dick making a physical appearance through your cheek. Then he pushes your head a little more forward letting you fully suck him off. What your mouth can't reach your hands finish. Still pearing up at him but now with little tears brimming your eyes. So fucked out you couldnt belive it.
As much as he loves your throat he could almost promise he’d love that unused cunt even more. Which is why he pulls you off. A little ‘pop’ sound comes out of you as you get removed. After he lets go of your hair he gives your forehead a kiss, a gentle moment to show you he’s not always all rough and hard like this.
“Turn f’me mama.” He gestures with his hand doing a little swirl moment to get his point across.
You do as told and your front is now facing towards the couch, arms resting on the top part of it that meets the wall. Gator doesn't have a condom anywhere on him. Not in his wallet because it's not like he's just having sex out and about. And not even in his bedside drawer because you’d find it and get rid of it. Maybe this whole time you were just telling him you wanted it raw. Shit he knows he does.
And you don't even say anything about it when you feel his dick rub against your pussy. The veins and ridges catch along your clit as he goes back and forth coating himself in you. It has you moaning and pressing your forehead against the wall, needing something to ground you in this moment.
However once he sticks the tip into you it’s a whole other story. Your hand scram behind you searching for his, your head falls back, and your toes slightly curl. It’s a whole new feeling compared to his fingers or his tongue.
“Y’good baby? Fuck y’so tight and warm. So unfortunate she had to wait f’so long.”
“M’good. Go, k-keep going.” You nod feverishly. His hand squeezes yours before you take both of your hands to go back to the top of the couch. Half his body bends over yours to reach but the warmth of his skin only does more for you.
His pace is slow at first. Consistent, tender, and his moans behind you tell you all you need to know. The only thing leaving his lips are the most vulgar swear words. Hands roaming your body. Switching between your boobs, thighs, and ass. Gripping onto the skin that's slapping against him and digging his nails in. Only going back to your nipples and twisting them between his finger tips, getting the best sounds out of you.
“More, need more Gate, please.” What kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn't do that for you?
His grip switched to your hips to get good traction of your body. Using you to stay upright. The pace increases, the loudest sound besides your moans are his skin slapping against yours– echoing off the walls. When your hips push back while he pushes forward you two both get what you want. A delicious feeling, curing you of that emptiness you were experiencing for five days straight.
Gator is so hypnotized but your cunt sucking him in and out. Taking him like you were made purely for this. The way your hole stretches around his huge dick, turning a light pink with the way he’s abusing it. The visual is too much; he almost misses you praying.
Your hands pressed together as your sweaty forehead falls between your arms. Probably trying to come up with an excuse or something to tell God while Gator pounds into you like it’ll be his last time. Which honestly he doesn't know, it could be. God will have to excuse him for it, too blissed out on you and how you feel around him.
“Jesus fuckin’ christ angel, could die tomorrow and id be a happy man.” Gator grunts, jaw clenched as his teeth grind together.
“Dont.. I can't- don't say that.” You still have your hands together. Except this time you look behind your shoulder to find him.
He looks otherworldly. Strands of hair falling onto his face, biting the life out of his bottom lip, eyes so big and dark like he’s fully becoming someone else in this moment. Which he is, he’s becoming a new man who finally got pussy after ages of waiting. His arms look so big right now, using every muscle in his body to hold onto you and not give up the speed he’s going at.
“M’not gonna die dont worry.” If he wasnt fucking you dumb he would’ve rolled his eyes.
“No, God's name.. Oh my. God ’s name in vain. More Gator. More more. ” You’re mewling at him.
Jaw hanging open like you don't have any control over any part of your body. Too focused on the feeling of his cock hitting the perfect spot over and over. It’s like you can feel him in your chest he's so deep inside of you. And yet with all of that going on you can still call him out for blasphemy. The whole thing feels like your words are going through one ear and out the other until you feel his fingers circle your clit. Giving it the attention it’s been begging for.
“Corinthians 16:14 angel. Say it f’me.” Saying a bible verse and his nickname for you while doing what he’s doing should be illegal. Something that should never happen. Yet of course he does it.
“Gator, no, cant.” You shake your head, your boobs pressing against the now sweaty leather of the couch.
“Say it or I'll stop.”
“Let all you do be done in love.” Somehow it’s the first sentence you've been actually able to spit out fully. Maybe God is on your side.
“Exactly. Love you s’much angel, all I wanna do is show you how much I love you.” You can feel him give you a kiss on your shoulder blade. But once you feel it you turn your head and pucker your lips. The kiss is passionate, full of lust and love. Not some quick thing to please you but something both of you really mean in that moment.
“I love you too, Gator. Couldn't live without you. N-not even for five days.”
Gator can see your hands grip tightly on the couch. Squeezing the leather between your hands form the feeling coiling up in your belly. Even with the way you suck him in he can feel just how close you are. His hand speeds up on your clit as his dick pounds into you with all his might. The way you yell out his name has Gator is right behind you. The two of you using the last of your energy to go as hard as you can, both bodies meeting each other to get one thing.
A true blessing is Gator remembering hes quite literally fucking you raw right now. The thought both gets him to come but also forces him to pull out of you. You fall from your kneeling position on the couch as he spirts his cum along your back and side. He even has to reach his arm out for the couch so he doesn't fall over from how much he’s cumming.
You two lay limp on the couch, sweaty and panting for air. Extremely out of breath and breathing in the sex aroma surrounding the living room. Gator lets you relax for a second before grabbing his t-shirt to wipe his semen off of you. Giving your head kisses while he does it. It’s easy to fall into him, leaning your head against his shoulder.
It’s hard to feel so bad about what you did when you feel on top of the world. So close and connected with the person you love most. If anything this showed you that you could love him even more, in a different way. Not even purely sexual but in a way that feels close and personal. Fully trusting someone else in a vulnerable way that you wouldn't do with just anyone.
“Are y’okay angel? You feeling okay?” Gator questions, wanting to make sure he didn't go overboard.
“I’m okay baby. Are you okay?”
“Never been fuckin’ better.” He snickers. The realization of what just happened hitting him square in the face.
His reaction only spurs on yours. It’s only a few seconds before you two fall into a fit of giggles at the absurdity of what just happened. The rest of the night is spent with a smile on Gators face, truly buzzing from head to toe over what you two did. And yeah, if he begs for it to happen again you might be willing.
