stardust

·✶· kinky!gator who has stared at his own handcuffs in the dark more times than he’d ever admit. Same childhood bed, walls still plastered with old half-naked girls posters. He only admits the curiosity once, half-drunk and already leaking, voice rough: “Just… curious, is all. About the cuffs. Don’t make it weird.” When you actually click them shut around his wrists and pin him to the headboard, then straddle his cock and wrap a hand around his throat, he keeps his eyes locked on the ceiling. “Fuck—tighter,” he grits out, chest heaving. Every thrust forces punched-out little grunts past the pressure of your fingers. “You’re gonna leave marks—don’t care, just—keep going.” His cock kicks hard every time you squeeze. You find out he also gets stupidly hard when you leave the cuffs on after and make him stay there while you clean him up with your mouth. He just breathes, “Jesus Christ… look at you,” voice wrecked.

·✶· kinky!gator who can degrade you for hours without blinking, “Look at you, taking it like a needy little slut” but the second you turn it back on him he short-circuits. “Look at you,” you murmur while bouncing on his cock, “my desperate little winner, so fucking pathetic for it.” His face goes scarlet, hips stuttering hard. “Shut the fuck up,” he tries to snarl into the pillow, but it comes out broken and needy. “Don’t—don’t call me that” His cock throbs so violently inside you that you both feel it. When you follow it up with a soft “good boy” right after, he makes a punched-out sound and comes harder than he ever has. “Fuck—say it again,” he breathes before he can stop himself.

·✶· kinky!gator who has a secret, filthy little thing for sucking toes that makes him feel like a freak. You only find out because one night your foot ends up near his face while he’s between your legs and he just… leans in. Warm, wet mouth closing around your big toe. “Shit—sorry, I—” he starts to pull back, ears bright red, but you push your foot deeper and he groans around it. “Fuck, you taste good,” he mumbles against your sole, eyes fluttering shut as he sucks harder, messy and hungry, spit running down. After that he never asks, but if you offer he drops to his knees without a word. Sometimes he gets so into it he mouths along the arch and the soft skin of your ankle, leaving it shiny. “Could do this for hours,” he admits once, quiet and embarrassed, before going right back to it.

·✶· kinky!gator who discovers your own buried kinks the same messy way. He finds out you get soaking wet when he’s the one cuffed and helpless. “You like this?” he asks, voice rough, watching your face while you ride him and choke him. “You like having me like this?” He finds out you love the way he falls apart with fingers stretching his ass, “Still calling it gay shit while you’re pushing back for more,” you tease, and he just groans. He finds out you get almost feral watching him suck your toes. And he finds out you like making him eat his own cum off your fingers or out of your cunt. The first time you push two cum-slick fingers into his mouth he goes cross-eyed. “Fucking hell,” he mutters around them, already hard again. “You’re sick… keep going.” Every time one of your secrets spills out he stares at you like he’s seeing you new, then dives right back in like he can’t help himself.

·✶· kinky!gator who also turns out to have a quiet, shame-soaked thing for being edged until he’s crying. You keep him cuffed and on the edge for almost an hour, just the tip of your finger circling his hole and the lightest drag of your nails over his leaking cock. “Please—fuck, please, I can’t—” he’s shaking so hard the headboard rattles, tears streaking into his hair. “I need it, I need to come, please” By the time you finally let him he’s sobbing through it. Afterward he hides his face against your thigh. “Don’t… don’t look at me right now,” he mutters, but the next time you reach for the cuffs he doesn’t stop you.

·✶· kinky!gator who finds out you’re obsessed with having your tits and nipples played with the night he’s got you on your back and absently thumbs over one while he’s talking shit. You arch so hard the bed creaks and let out this punched, needy little sound that makes his cock jump. “Holy shit,” he breathes, eyes locked on your face. He pinches a little harder, rolls the peak between rough fingers, and watches you fall apart. “These sensitive little things? Fuck, look at you.” He spends the next twenty minutes just working them: sucking, biting, stretching, flicking until you’re dripping down your thighs and begging. Every time he comes back to them after that he grins like he just found free money.

·✶· kinky!gator who learns you love his balls almost as much as his cock when you reach down one night and cup them while he’s buried deep. He stutters mid-thrust, a broken noise catching in his throat. “Fuck—careful,” he mutters, but when you roll them gently in your palm and give a light squeeze he pushes into your hand like he can’t help it. You find out he gets stupidly vocal if you tug a little, or press your thumb behind them while you’re sucking him. “Jesus—do that again,” he grits out, thighs shaking. After that he starts guiding your hand there himself when he’s close, voice low and rough: “Play with ‘em… yeah, just like that.”

·✶· kinky!gator who already had a breeding kink, but the night he realizes how deeply you are into it changes everything. He’s buried to the hilt, muttering the usual filthy stuff about putting a baby in you, when you clench hard around him and whisper “do it, fill me up, I want it.” His rhythm stutters. He pulls back just enough to look at your face, eyes blown wide. “You mean that?” When you nod he drops his forehead to yours and starts fucking you like he’s trying to breed you for real: deep, grinding strokes, one hand splayed over your lower stomach. “Gonna pump you so full it takes,” he pants, almost reverent. “Keep every drop, yeah? Don’t you fucking waste it.” He comes so hard his vision whites out, and the way you moan when you feel it makes him stay locked inside you long after.

·✶· kinky!gator who discovers you love being edged the same way he does: slow, mean, and relentless. He finds out by accident the night he keeps pulling out every time you get close, just to watch you squirm. “Look at you,” he laughs, breathless, “so fucking desperate already.” But when you whimper “please, don’t let me come yet” something in his expression shifts. He spends the next hour keeping you right on the edge: fingers, cock, mouth, stopping the second your thighs start to shake. “Not yet,” he murmurs against your neck, voice rough with how hard he is. “You can take more.” By the time he finally lets you finish you’re crying and thanking him in the same breath, and he looks wrecked just from watching you.

·✶· kinky!gator who finds out you love when he comes all over you after morning sex and then lets it dry on your skin. He’s still half-asleep, cock in hand, finishing on your tits and stomach when you start rubbing it in slow, spreading the mess over your skin like lotion. He freezes, watching. “What are you doing?” You just smile, coat your fingers, smear it across your collarbones and down between your breasts, then stand up and start getting dressed like nothing happened. His eyes stay locked on you the whole time. “You’re gonna walk around with my cum under your clothes all day?” His voice is rough. When you nod he groans, already getting hard again. After that he makes a point of finishing on you most mornings, watching with dark eyes while you rub it in and pull your shirt on over the sticky mess.

·✶· kinky!gator who discovers you both love swapping cum while kissing the night he comes in your mouth and you immediately pull him down into a filthy open-mouthed kiss. He tastes himself on your tongue and makes a punched-out sound, but instead of pulling away he kisses you deeper, messy and wet, pushing some of it back into your mouth. “Fuck—that’s nasty,” he mutters against your lips, but his cock twitches hard against your thigh. You pass it back and forth until it’s mixed with both of your spit, thick and shared. Later, when he comes inside you and you scoop some out with your fingers to feed him, he doesn’t even hesitate. He sucks your fingers clean, then kisses you again so you can taste it too. “We’re both sick,” he breathes, already leaning back in for another wet, cum-slick kiss.

·✶· kinky!gator who has a slight, mean little piss kink he only lets out when he’s already deep in it. Sometimes it’s him bullying you into it, holding your hips down while you’re straddling him, voice low and taunting: “Go on. Do it. Right on me. I wanna feel it.” He keeps talking until you’re too far gone to argue, and when you finally let go he groans like it’s the hottest thing he’s ever felt, cock twitching hard underneath you. Other times it’s him taking you in doggy, fucking you rough until he’s close, then pulling out last second to piss right across your ass and lower back. Hot, filthy stream marking you while he strokes himself through it. “Look at that,” he mutters, watching it run down. “Marked you up proper.” He always looks a little too satisfied after.

·✶· kinky!gator who is obsessed with spanking your ass hard, especially when you’re in doggy or riding him. He’ll start with a few testing smacks, then get meaner once he sees how you react. Open-palm cracks that leave his handprint glowing red on your skin. In doggy he braces one hand on your lower back and just rains them down while he thrusts, the sound loud and wet in the room. “Fuckin’ love how this bounces,” he growls, landing another heavy slap. When you’re on top he grips your hips and spanks upward, timing each one with your drop so the impact hits right as you take him deep. Your ass ends up mottled and hot, and he can’t stop running his hands over the marks after, almost proud. “Gonna feel that every time you sit down tomorrow,” he says, voice rough with how much it turns him on.

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