Kendall

18+, MDNI, smut (unprotected sex, blowjob)

I’m scared to post this. First time writing smut. Hopefully you enjoy!

You just started your job at Atchison Self Storage. For the first few days you kept hearing about this guy named Teacake. What kind of name was Teacake? It seemed most people didn’t like him because he just wouldn’t shut up. In your opinion that wasn’t a good excuse so you would just have to wait to meet him yourself. He was gone for the week but would be back and would be the one to train you and after training, be the one you spent most of your time with at this job. Both of you working the night shift.

You were quiet so it was okay to have someone who did most of the talking. As long as that person could understand when you actually did want them to not talk if you weren’t feeling great.

The rest of the week passed and you finally got to see what all the fuss about this guy was. You were kind of excited. Hopefully he was different than the people you’ve been with this week because most of them seemed that they had a stick up their ass.

Entering the building you see a guy at the desk with headphones in. He looked up and took them out. “Oh hi. You must be y/n. I’m Teacake. It seems we must be working with each other. Sorry I’ve been gone for the week. Didn’t know at the time you’d be starting. I mean you probably got the hang of things with the other people you were with. Not much happens during night time though. Usually just us two.” Okay damn. They weren’t lying when they said he talked a lot. You didn’t even get a hi in. Just smiled and listened.

After a while you got settled in. You did manage to explain a bit about you but it was mainly Teacake talking. This man could talk about anything. He’s already told you about how he got arrested and what for. Even talked about the cop that arrested him. Name was Gator or some shit. You couldn’t believe it. Gator? Teacake? What were these names? He talked about in high school how there was this guy named Steve who was like a king but then ended up being with the nerds or losers. He even talked about this guy he got a ride from named Kurt from the Spree app but hadn’t heard from him since April. It seemed like they got along and were friends for a bit.

“I’ve been talking so much. Sorry. It’s just something I do. If you want me to be quiet you can just let me know and I’ll..” he made a zipping motion to his lips.

You chuckled. “Good to know.”

“So do you have a boyfriend or somethin’?”

“No.” You weren’t sure if you should add the next part but you did it anyways. He shared so much about himself. You could give a little back. “Actually never had one.” It always kind of pained you to admit that.

“What? No way!”

“Like I’ve had situationships but that’s it. Not that I wanted that. I wanted more. It’s just something that always happens.”

“So have you’ve ever.. you know..” he seemed flustered. You raised an eyebrow. “Had sex?” You laughed. “Sorry. Too much. Don’t answer.”

“No it’s fine. Valid. To answer your question. Yes. But only once.”

“Once?” He seemed shocked and flustered.

“Yup.” Truthfully you were fine with it. There was no one you really wanted to do it with. You could see Teacakes mind spinning. This is the longest he’s been silent. You decided to help him out and switch the conversation. “Why Teacake?”he started talking and told you the whole story about liking teacakes. “So your real name?”

“Travis. Travis Meacham.” After that he was talking all about his life again. You decided that you did like him. Even if he talked too much sometimes.

Weeks passed and y’all got closer. You’d playfully tell him to be quiet. He’d always think you meant it but you’d just smile and laugh and he’d know it was a joke and he’d pick back up and start talking again. Sometimes you’d call him Teacake. Sometimes Travis. Which he really was thrown off when you would but was starting to get use to it. He barely heard his real name. You went with whichever rolled off your tongue in that moment.

He was done with a rant. You decided to ask him something from the first time you met.

“Why’d you ask if I’d done it?”

“Huh?”

“Why’d you ask if I had sex?”

“Oh. Um. Well I was thinking like ‘this girl hasn’t had a boyfriend’ which is crazy cause you look beautiful and hot. But then I was like ‘damn has she even done it?’ Which seems rude but I didn’t mean it in that way cause then I started to think ‘what if I ended up being the first’ but then you said you have and then I was kinda disappointed. I mean that’s not what I was or have been thinking this whole time. I’m not disrespectful like that. It was a passing thought. Cause like I said you’re hot.”

“Travis.” You cut him off.

“Yea?”

“Shh”

“Oh right. Sorry”

“I mean just cause I’ve already done it doesn’t mean that we couldn’t.” You suggested. Why not take it there? You’ve decided day one he was cute.

“I mean yeah we totally could. Just a matter of where, when?”

“Here. Now.”

Teacake looked around and you noticed he’s blushing. “Yeah. No one’s here. And no one ever comes. It’s just us.”

You do a little laugh. “Well first there’s cameras.” You point to the security cameras. “And we’re working.” Second part you didn’t give a fuck but just wanted to point it out to see if he’d say anything.

“Oh right. Yeah bad idea.” You were sad he agreed with you but you decided to continue.

“We could in one of the storage rooms.” You suggested. Not sure if he’d actually accept it. At least you can say you tried.

“Right. We could be like ‘Oh we heard something fall over in there and wanted to check it out’ in case they check the cameras to see where we went.”

“Exactly.” You smiled at him. You noticed there was a bulge in his pants. Then he noticed you noticed.

“Are we going to?” He asked

“I think so.” Just thinking of it was making you wet.

Teacake grabbed a set of keys and you guys made your way to a storage room.

You opened one up and seen it had a nightstand in it. You both looked at each other and decided this was it.

Somehow it felt slightly weird but mostly right. And honestly once you guys started getting into the rhythm of things, weirdness just washed away. You sitting on the nightstand and him standing between your legs. After kissing a while you could definitely feel his bulge against you now. He started kissing your neck and grabbing your boobs. God you were wet.

“Travis.” You breathed. He hummed against your neck not wanting to stop.

You started lifting his shirt. “Take this off.” While he took off his shirt you started taking off yours.

“Holy shit.” He said staring at your boobs. You admired his body while he pulled you closer kissing you again. He reached behind your back and unhooked your bra. He bent down and started sucking your nipple and playing with the other. He stopped for a second. “I want to fuck you right now.”

“What are you waiting for?”

He reached his hand down your pants and found you were soaked. He started rubbing your clit while you reached to take his pants off. Once his cock was free you started stroking it.

“Fuck.” he moaned. Taking off you the rest of your clothes he lined himself up to your entrance. “You sure about this?”

“Yes.” You nodded.

As he entered you, ‘fuck’s and ‘oh god’s were thrown out by both of your mouths. Travis started fucking you at a steady pace. He started playing with your boobs again. “You’re so fucking hot.” He started kissing all over you. Wanting more you told him to go faster and he happily obliged.

“Your cock feels way too damn good” tilting your head back and moaning. “I’m gonna cum.” After you hit your climax, Travis took his cock out of you and you hopped off of the nightstand and got on your knees. Putting your mouth on his dick you started moving your head going as deep as you could go. He was huge so you used your hand to get the rest and hit the base.

“Oh fuck.” Travis threw his head back and his hand instantly went to grip your hair. “I can’t last any longer y/n. You’re way too damn good at that.” And with this he exploded in your mouth. Swallowing, you took his cock out of your mouth and smiled up at him.

Warning: Cussing, abuse (not from Gator)

Gator kissed you. You didn’t expect it. You were caught off guard but so happy. When he pulled away he looked at you for a second. Then he stormed off. He stormed off? What the hell!

After it hit you that he was leaving you started after him. “Gator!” You yelled. When you got to the front door he was backing his car up and driving off. “Gator!” You yelled again. Picking up your phone you started to call and text him but got nothing in response.

Gator’s pov:

I kissed her. Why did I do that? The realization hit me after I pulled away. I know I just ruined the one good thing in my life. Before something bad happens I need to get out of here. I can’t stand to see that I hurt her and ruined our friendship. I’ll leave before she can do or say anything bad.

I storm off to my car and pull out of her driveway. I start seeing Riley’s name pop up on my phone but I just ignore it. I don’t need to hear her disappointment or anger. There’s no way she would want a fuck up like me. She’s way too good for me and my life. Well now since I messed up she doesn’t have to be a part of it anymore. Good. She deserves better.

Riley:

It’s been several days. No calls or texts back. You’re worried and scared something has happened. You’ve been trying to get a hold of Gator. There’s only one option left. One you didn’t even want to be on the list but it was there.

With the sun setting you went to the ranch. You prayed Gator was there. You prayed you didn’t have to deal with Roy. Hopping out of the car you go up the porch and knock on the door. Roy answers it.

“Where’s Gator?” You ask hoping he can’t sense any nervousness in your voice.

“That’s no way to say hello.” Here he goes with his old ways. You did believe in saying hello first but not to him. Also not when you were worried about Gator. He wouldn’t care about that though. For all he cared, Gator could rot.

“I’m here for Gator.” You said trying not to yell at him. This man angered and frightened you. So far anger was the bigger emotion.

“Well since you can’t even say hello, it makes me think that you can’t even take care of your man properly. That means if you can’t find him, he doesn’t want you. He’s probably found a different girl that takes care of his needs. What a woman is supposed to do. You know, I could teach you a thing or two on how to be a good girl that takes care of her man.” Roy gives a sly smile.

“I need to talk to Gator.” You decided to add a please at the end. The nicest you could be to this man.

Roy steps to the side a bit to let you get through. You start to walk past him. Then his hand grabs your arm. In an angry voice he says “You need to start learning respect. And lucky for you I will teach it to you.”

“Get off of me!” You start yelling. You didn’t care about showing respect to him. He lost that a long time ago. And growing up you learned he never even deserved it in the first place. You also learned to stick up for yourself when you really need to.

Roy backhands you while yelling at you saying you’re a bitch. He lets go of your arm and you stumble back. Putting your hand to your now tender cheek. When you looked up, you seen behind Roy. Gator. You never heard him come in. Was he here on the property or did he just pull up?

Roy sees you looking behind him and turns. “What’s going on here?” Gator looks between you and Roy. You look at Roy real quick and then down at the floor. Eyes starting to sting and just wanting to flea now.

“This girl needs to learn respect. She needs to be disciplined.” Roy points at you.

“Riley.” Gator still had his eyes on his dad. “Go get in the car. Now.” Voice stern. Not sure what was going to happen you start to leave. Last thing you hear while leaving is from Gator. “You’re never laying a hand on her again.” First time you heard him talk back to his dad ever.

Gator’s pov:

Riley moves past us with eyes to the floor. I look at my dad in the eyes. “You’re never laying a hand on her again.”

“Or what?”

“Or you’ll never be laying a hand on anyone or anything ever again.” Seeing him hit Riley made me snap. I didn’t care about his approval or love anymore. I only cared about Riley’s. I felt stupid for walking away. Especially now that she’s here in a place I know she hates. My dad started talking again but I didn’t care. I started walking out and towards my car. Shocked she didn’t decide to go to hers. With tears in her eyes it broke my heart. She wasn’t in a position to drive right now anyways.

Riley:

I’ve been trying to hold my tears back. Only a few slipped out. The drive has been silence until Gator broke it. “I’m sorry. You should’ve never been there.”

“I was worried about you.”

“I should’ve been there if you were there.”

You had so many emotions swirling inside you. Anger, sadness, confusion. “You kissed me.” Silence. “Stormed off. Didn’t answer any calls or texts. You’ve never done any of those things.”

“Yeah.” Was all Gator could manage to say.

Being louder than before you said “I was worried Gator!” He just kept driving. The silence falling over you two again.

When you got dropped off at your house Gator told you he’d get your car to you tomorrow. You forgot that you even drove there. You didn’t care at the moment anyways. “Where are you staying tonight?” Asking him. He just shrugged. You knew things changed between him and his dad. Thinking Gator isn’t allowed back on the property. If he was, bad things would happen. So you let him know he can stay at your place if he wanted.

You headed towards the house and heard the car door open and close when you opened the front door. While entering your room, Gator went to his. Getting ready for bed. With your cheek hurting and not getting any answers like you hoped, you were exhausted.

Crawling into bed, tears started falling. Between dealing with the man you hated and the man you cared so much about. It was all too much. You didn’t know what was happening between you and Gator. What were his feelings about all this? Did he even want to be friends with you anymore? You’re the reason he might not be able to go back to the ranch.

“I’m sorry.” You jumped not expecting Gator in the doorway. Not knowing what to say you just stared at him. He walked closer and climbed in your bed with you. It was big enough since it was a queen size.

“I just want to know what happened.” You whispered.

“I fucked up.” He said just as quiet. You wanted to tell him no he didn’t but you couldn’t. Did he fuck up? Kind of. Whatever was between the two of you is not the same anymore since he kissed you. But you weren’t sure if it was a fuck up. He was here. So instead you asked “Why?”

“I couldn’t help it no more. I let my feelings for you take charge. I kissed you. I thought you’d hate me for it so I left. Thinking it was another thing I fucked up. You’re the only person I don’t want to ruin things with though. Yet I feel like I did. I love you. I have loved you for too long. I guess I couldn’t hold it back anymore. Then I realized what I did. I got scared. I’m sorry and I’ll find a different place to stay tomorrow.”

Staying silent, you let it all soak in. All of his words. He ran because he got scared. Scared you’d hate him. Scared you’d reject him. You couldn’t believe he also had the same feelings for you as you did for him.

“I love you too.” You managed to say. “I didn’t hate you for the kiss. I loved it. It’s what I also wanted to do for a long time.”

Gator looked down at you while you looked up at him. “Really?”

“Yes.” You moved your body to be on top straddling him. Not caring how much of a mess you thought you looked like with a bruised face and puffy eyes. Gator sat up and put his hands on your waist.

“I love you.” Gator stared into your eyes admiringly.

First time writing (especially fanfic) in a long time. I do have the second part written. Let me know if you want more?

Warning: cursing, small mention of unwanted touching (not from Gator)

If I missed any warnings please let me know and I’ll add it. Hope you enjoy!

Gator Tillman has been your best friend for years. You grew up together. At some point during your early teenage years, you ended up having feelings for him. You never told him though. Scared of ruining the friendship and you knew he had a lot happening at home. Gator always came to you when things got bad. Whether he told you or just wanted a distraction from what it was, you were there for him.

It didn’t surprise you when you came home from work or being out and Gator was at your house using the spare bedroom. Now grown-ups, your house was a place he could be when things got terrible at home.

You knew he had mixed feelings about his dad Roy. You hated Roy. He was a terrible man. Gator just wanted love and approval from him but never got it. You had a feeling that would never change but you tried to have hope that it would since you knew that’s what Gator wanted most.

You hated Roy and barely went to the ranch anymore unless he was gone. Back when you were sixteen, Gator left the room to go do something. When he came back he seen Roy sitting by you with his hand on your thigh and whispering in your ear. You felt disgusted. Gators hurt look made you hurt and disgusted even more. That’s when you started hating Roy. They got into a huge fight after that you just left. You and Gator barely talked about it besides you finding any reason not to go back to the ranch. He knew and understood why. Now the only time you went to Gator’s house was when Roy would be gone all day.

Last time you were there was months ago. Right now you were sitting on the couch in comfy clothes watching tv at night. All of a sudden you hear the front door fly open and slammed shut. You knew who it was. Gator. You got up and followed him.

“What’s wrong?” You asked even if you already knew.

“Fucking asshole.” Gator muttered. Going down the hallway to the spare bedroom. His room. You never had anyone else use it.

“Your dad.” More of a statement than a question to your voice.

“Fucking asshole.” Gator mumbled again. He was pacing in his room. You stayed at the doorway. Anger and sadness all on his face. You kept quiet like you usually did. Seeing if he wanted to talk about it or not. You never wanted to push him into talking if he wasn’t up for it.

“I’m useless. I fucked up like he said I would.”

“You’re not useless Gator!”

“I just wanted to show him I could do something.” Gator sits on the edge of bed with his head in his hands. “I need to stop fucking up and get it right. Teach him that I’m good at doing things. That it’s not going to end up bad all the time. I’ll get it right next time.” He says to himself. You’ve heard him talk himself out of a bad head millions of times. Something you admired about him.

You just hated that he wanted to prove himself to his father. You understood in a sense of wanting a parent approval. Isn’t that what most of us want? But we don’t always get it. You just wish he knew he was enough and didn’t have to prove himself to people. Especially that piece of shit.

“Gator.” You said quietly. He looked up at you. Sadness all on his face. The anger now gone.

“I’m sorry Riley.” he said getting up and coming to you. “I hate that I always come busting in and not give you any warning.”

“Don’t be sorry. You know you’re always welcome here. I mean, it’s basically your house too.” You slightly laugh and give a small smile. He gives you a slight smile back.

Still sad, he gets closer to you. Standing right in front of you. “I want you in my life. But you don’t deserve my fuck ups interfering with your life.”

“Gator. You would never be interfering with my life. No matter how good or bad things are, you’re always going to be in my life.”

He leans his forehead to yours. Whispering “Please don’t ever leave me.”

P.s. I use to write on wattpad but that was over a decade ago