𑣲katey⋆

make it a roleplay where gator act shy but still cold

Idk if this is really what you’re thinking but I hear role play with gator and my mind goes wild

Gator wants to flip the script on your usual cop role play and have YOU be the cop for once. So he buys you one of those cheap slutty cop Halloween costumes that barely covers your ass and it’s so tight the buttons over your chest are about to pop.

Your costume came with flimsy handcuffs so gator insists that you use his. You cuff his hands behind his back and push him to the bed after you strip search him and give him a very thorough pat down.

“I’m arresting you for possession of an unlicensed weapon,” you say as you sit over him with your knees bracketing his hips.

“Yeah? What’s that?”

You tightly grab his hard cock in your hand and you feel it twitch as gator involuntarily bucks up into your fist.

“You’re not authorised to carry something this… big.”

Gator smirks. “What you gonna do about it? Huh?”

You line his cock up to your entrance and ride him at lazy pace. Gator likes to fuck you hard and fast so when you’re in control you take your time. He’s trying to thrust up into you to quicken the pace but you hold his body firmly down, grinding his cock deeply into you.

Your dress has risen up to your hips and all gator can do is watch you fuck yourself on his cock, his hands pinned underneath his back and he now regrets letting you use his cuffs because he probably could have broken free from the plastics ones to touch the plush expanse of your thighs.

“You gotta—- shiit—- gotta fuck me harder sweetheart.”

You stop dead. “It’s officer to you.”

When you stop gator his panting “‘m sorry officer, please.”

“Please what?”

“Fuck, please just go faster, fuckin, shit, please.”

As much as you would love to drag this out, you’re also so fucking desperate to ride him like it’s going out of style. And as you pick up the pace your eyes wonder to the bed side table where gator’s gun sits in its holster.

To gator, it all happens so quick. Suddenly he feels the barrel of the gun press under his chin. His heart pumps so quick and it’s pumping all his blood into his dick.

“Shit! Oh fuck——what the fuck——ugh.”

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Warnings: MDNI | prone bone | daddy kink | size kink | praise | gentle roughness | deep penetration | possessive talk | creampie.

WC: 803

The mattress creaks under every slow, heavy roll of Gator’s hips.

You’re pressed face-down into the pillows, chest flat to the sheets, ass tilted just enough for him to sink in to the hilt on every thrust. He’s got one forearm braced beside your head, the other hand gripping your waist to keep you right where he wants you—spread open, pinned, his. Even like this, fucking you deep enough to rearrange your insides, he’s gentle with it. Because you’re his girl. Always will be.

His cock is glistening when it drags out, thick shaft coated in your slick. Every time he pushes back in, your creamy pussy lips stretch around him and leave another pearly ring at the base of his cock. Gator can’t stop staring at it. The way your wetness froths and smears across his skin, dripping down to soak the sheets beneath you.

He groans low in his chest, the sound vibrating against your back.

“Oh—fuck, daddy,” you moan into the pillow, the word breaking on a gasp as he bottoms out again.

Your hands fist the sheets so tight your knuckles go white, but you’re reaching back at the same time—frantic, needy little movements. Fingers stretching, trying to find any part of him you can touch. His wrist. His forearm. The flexing muscle of his hip. You just need him.

Gator leans down, chest covering your back completely, and presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder. His stubble scrapes sweetly against your skin as he keeps that same devastating rhythm—deep, grinding strokes that make you feel every inch.

“Yeah?” he murmurs against your shoulder, voice rough but so fucking soft for you. “Ya like that, mama? Like how deep I’m gettin’?”

You whimper, nodding desperately into the pillow as another creamy ring forms around the root of his cock. “You’re so deep—”

“I know, baby. I can feel it.” He kisses the nape of your neck, then the sensitive spot just behind your ear. One big hand slides under your stomach, palm splayed wide like he’s trying to feel exactly where he’s bulging inside you. “Right here, huh? That’s my good girl. Takin’ every inch like you were made for it.”

He’s still so gentle even while he’s fucking you into the mattress—slow rolls of his hips instead of brutal slams, constant little kisses along your shoulder and the back of your neck, murmuring praise every time your pussy clenches around him. But the depth. God, the depth. Every thrust nudges that spot so far inside you that your toes curl and your eyes roll back.

Your hand finally finds his where it grips your waist. You lace your fingers together tight, holding on while he rocks into you again and again, creamy slick sounds filling the room every time his balls press against your clit.

“Gonna cum like this,” you whine, voice muffled by the pillow. “Please—”

“I got you, mama.” Gator’s lips brush your ear, breath hot. “Let go for me. Want to feel you creamin’ all over my cock again. Then I’m gonna fill you up till it’s leakin’ back out around me.”

That does it. Your pussy spasms hard, walls fluttering and squeezing as your orgasm crashes through you. You cry out, gripping his hand like a lifeline while fresh cream coats his cock and drips down his balls. Gator groans at the feeling, hips stuttering just once before he buries himself to the hilt and stays there.

“Fuck, that’s it, you’re so good for me.” He kisses your shoulder again, slow and tender, even as his cock pulses inside you. Thick ropes of cum flood your pussy, mixing with your own release until it’s leaking out around where you’re stretched tight around him. He doesn’t pull out. Just rocks through the aftershocks, pushing every drop deeper while he keeps kissing your skin—shoulder, neck, the flushed shell of your ear.

When your breathing finally evens out, he eases his weight off your back but stays buried inside you, spooning you from behind with one arm wrapped around your waist. His hand strokes slow circles over your stomach like he’s soothing the ache he left there.

“You okay?” he whispers, voice hoarse but gentle. Another kiss to the back of your neck. “Didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You shake your head, still dazed, and press back against him. “No… felt so good.”

Gator hums, satisfied, and nuzzles into your hair. The creamy mess between your thighs is cooling, but neither of you moves to clean it up yet. He likes you like this—full of him, marked by him.

“Love you” he murmurs, pressing one last kiss to your shoulder before tightening his hold. You squeeze his hand where it’s still laced with yours.