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gator tillman x fem!reader
warnings: fluff, gator being protective, no smut but there is dirty talk, i hate warnings :p
word count: 6.6k
a/n: this was so fun to write, loved that you guys voted for gator!! hope you enjoy!! happy birthday to me!! 🤭
You woke up with a heavy arm thrown across your waist and Gator’s thigh wedged between yours. He was practically on top of you.
Your eyes barely cracked open before you felt his mouth against your shoulder, lazy kisses pressed into warm skin while his hand slid slowly beneath your oversized sleep shirt. “Mornin’, birthday girl,” he rasped against your neck. You smiled sleepily. “Mornin’.”
“Mhm.” His palm spread across your stomach before dragging lower teasingly. “Been awake for ten minutes jus’ lookin’ at you.” You laughed quietly. “That’s creepy.”
“No,” he muttered, kissing beneath your ear, “just admirin’ what’s mine” Your cheeks warmed instantly. “Gator—” you groaned.
“What?” He finally lifted his head to look at you, messy hair falling into his eyes. “You expect me to wake up with all this pressed against me and act normal?” His hand squeezed your thigh hard enough to make you squeal softly. “Hmm,” he grinned lazily. “Knew I could get that noise outta you.”
You shoved lightly at his chest, trying not to smile. He caught your wrist immediately, pinning it gently into the mattress before leaning down to kiss you. Slow at first, then deeper. Warm lips moving against yours while his free hand wandered all over you like he physically couldn’t stop touching you. Your waist, your hip, the curve of your thigh, everywhere.
“You’re bein’ so affectionate today baby…I like it.” you whispered against his mouth. “Birthday privilege.” he mumbled out. “That’s not a thing.” you said as you shut your eyes, letting the feeling of his lips soothe you.
“Says who?” You giggled softly when he kissed down your jaw again, nose brushing against your skin while he settled more heavily between your legs. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered quietly against your throat. “These little sleep shorts are killin’ me, babe.”
“They’re literally pajamas.” you rolled your eyes playfully. “Mhm.” His fingers hooked beneath the hem teasingly. “Tiny little pajamas.”
You rolled your eyes, though your stomach flipped at the way he looked at you. Like he wanted to ruin you before breakfast. “You know what your problem is?” you teased.
“What?”
“You’re obsessed with me.”
“Yeah.” Your heart fluttered stupidly. Gator noticed instantly too, smirking against your skin before giving your ass a firm squeeze beneath the blanket.
“You’re cute when you get shy,” he murmured.“I’m not shy.” you insisted. “You are right now.” he said smirking. “No I’m not.” you whined.
“Mama,” he laughed quietly, “yer hidin’ your face.” You groaned into the pillow dramatically while he laughed harder. “C’mere.” He grabbed your waist and pulled you back against his chest when you tried rolling away from him.
“Where d’you think you’re goin’?”
“To shower.” you said as if it was obvious.
“No.” he said, he sounded a little whiny.
“We have plans today.” you smiled at him.
“Mhm.” His lips brushed slowly along your shoulder again. “After ‘m finished with you.” You laughed breathlessly when he suddenly flipped you onto your back again, hovering over you with that cocky look you knew way too well.
“Gator…” you whined. “What?” he asked innocently. “You’re impossible.” you said smiling softly at him. “And yet,” he murmured, kissing you again, “you keep me around.” Your fingers slid into his hair automatically as he deepened the kiss, one hand planted beside your head while the other roamed down your body again.
Honestly, the man touched you like he thought disappear if he stopped. His forehead rested against yours for a second before he grinned again. “Got half a mind t’cancel our plans and keep you in this bed all damn day.” he said.
You were stood at the stove in one of Gator’s shirts, flipping pancakes while he stood behind you with his chest pressed against your back. Well—“stood behind you” was generous, he was practically glued to you.
One hand rested low on your stomach while the other kept sneaking under the hem of his shirt that swallowed your body whole, fingertips dragging over your bare thighs every chance he got.
“Baby.” you laughed softly, trying to focus on the pancake batter. “Yer’ gonna make me burn breakfast.”
“Mm, don’t care.” he mumbled against your neck. His lips dragged lazily along the sensitive spot below your ear, warm and slow. You felt him grin when your shoulders tensed.
“Gatorrr.” you whined. “What?” he said innocently, though his hand squeezed your hip harder. “Can’t help it. Been cravin’ you all mornin’.” You rolled your eyes, smiling despite yourself. “Later baby, how’s that sound?”
“Yeah?” he murmured. “Ya gonna let me fuck ya so hard you forget your name?” Heat crawled up your cheeks. You turned to look him in the eyes. Before you could respond, your phone buzzed loudly against the counter.
Then again. And again. Gator glanced toward it, brows furrowing slightly. “Damn.” he muttered. “Yer phone always this needy?” You laughed, reaching over to grab it. “It’s my birthday, remember?”
His expression softened for half a second before he pressed another kiss against your shoulder. “Yeah, I remember, honey. Been remindin’ myself all week.” Your notifications were stacked on top of each other. Happy birthday texts from mom, your aunt old coworkers, friends you hadn’t talked to in months.
Then another message popped up.
Happy birthday beautiful :) hope today treats you good
Gator’s eyes narrowed immediately. “…Who the fuck is Ethan?” You tried so hard not to laugh. “Just a guy.”
“Just a guy?” he repeated slowly.
“Mhm.” His hand slid around your waist tighter, pulling you flush against him. “Baby, I don’t like the sound of ‘just a guy.’” You unlocked your phone to open the message, immediately regretting it when another one came through.
Still got that pretty smile? Bet you do.
“Oh—I’m sure he’s just—bein’ nice.” you laughed. Gator did not laugh. His jaw flexed while he stared at the screen over your shoulder. You could practically feel the jealousy radiating off him.
“Where’s he know you from?” he asked flatly.
“The bakery.”
“The bakery?” he repeated.
“Yes?” you said defensively, turning toward him slightly. “He asked for my number forever ago.”
“And you gave it to him?” God, he was so jealous, honestly…it looked good on him. “Well obviously.” you teased.
He let out a sharp breath through his nose, eyes dragging slowly down your body like he was trying to remind himself you were standing in his kitchen wearing his clothes. “Baby…” he muttered darkly. “You got men crawlin’ outta the walls for you.”
You stepped closer, grabbing the front of his shirt with your free hand. “Are you jealous?”
“Hell yes I’m jealous.” The honesty made you grin. His big hands slid down to your ass, squeezing hard enough to make you yelp softly.
“Gator!”
“What?” he said with zero remorse. “You’re walkin’ around lookin’ like this while random assholes text you callin’ you beautiful. ‘M supposed to act normal?” You laughed again, shaking your head. Another notification buzzed.
Happy birthday sweetheart. Miss seeing you around.
Gator stared at the screen in disbelief.
“”Miss seeing you around”? The fuck is this—”
“Baby—”
“No.” he interrupted, pointing at your phone. “Why’s every man in a fifty mile radius suddenly in love with you today?”
“Because it’s my birthday.”
“No, it’s because they want to happy birthday their way int’a yer bed.” His hand slid beneath your shorts this time, palm spreading over the back of your thigh. Your breath caught immediately. “Gator…” you whispered. “Mhm?” he hummed, completely unbothered. “You’re bein’ dramatic.” you mumbled.
“I’m bein’ truthful, ya don’t know what it’s like ta be a man.” he corrected. “Truth is I don’t even wanna let you leave the house today.” You smiled softly at him then, your fingers brushing through the hair curling at the nape of his neck.
“Good thing I only want you.” That finally cracked him. His expression softened into something almost boyish before he leaned down and kissed you hard, rough enough to make you stumble backward into the counter.
“Mmm.” he groaned against your lips. “Say it again.”
“Only want you.” you said breathlessly. His hands gripped your hips tighter. “That’s right, mama.” he murmured lowly. “Need everybody else to get that through their thick fuckin’ skulls too.”
You managed to salvage enough pancakes to make two decent plates, though Gator kept laughing every time he looked at the slightly too dark stack sitting on his.
“Quit starin’ at them.” you narrowed your eyes at him while sitting down across from him. “They’re still edible.”
“Oh I’m eatin’ ‘em.” he grinned. “Ain’t no way I’m hurtin’ your feelings on your birthday.” You smiled at him. The morning sunlight poured through the kitchen windows while the two of you ate, your phone still buzzing every couple minutes beside your plate.
Gator kept glancing at it with visible irritation.“Yer phone’s pissing me off.” he muttered before stabbing another piece of pancake with his fork.
“You’re bein’ dramatic.” you rolled your eyes. “No seriously.” he pointed his fork toward you. “I’m about this close to throwin’ it into the yard.”
You laughed softly, sipping your orange juice. “You’ll survive.”
“Mmm.” he leaned back in his chair, eyes dragging over your body again. “Barely.” You rolled your eyes, smiling into your cup. “So.” he said after a second. “I’m takin’ you out tonight.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Mhm.” he nodded. “Club downtown.” You perked up slightly. “Really?”
“Yeah.” his mouth twitched upward. “Wanna show you off.” Heat crept into your cheeks immediately. “You say that like I’m a new truck.”
“Nah.” he smirked lazily. “Trucks don’t got asses that distract me every five fuckin’ minutes.”
“Gator!” you laughed. “What?” he shrugged innocently. “I’m bein’ honest.” His eyes stayed glued to your legs while he took a sip of coffee.
“Wear that little dress tonight.” he added casually.
“What dress?”
“The one that rides up your ass every time you bend over.” You nearly choked on your drink. “Gator!!”
“What?” he grinned wider now. “You know exactly which one I’m talkin’ about too.” You hid your face for a second while laughing.“The black one?”
“Mhm.” he nodded immediately. “That one.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“No baby, I’m serious.” he leaned forward slightly, voice lowering. “Spent half the night last time tryin’ not to drag you outta that club.”
Your stomach fluttered embarrassingly fast.“Gator…”
“And then all these idiots’ll see what I go home with.” he continued smugly. “Might finally scare ‘em off from textin’ you all damn day.” You shook your head, smiling. “You’re insane.”
“Possessive.” he corrected. “Different thing.” He reached across the table, dragging his thumb along your bare thigh beneath the oversized shirt. The touch lingered, warm, heavy. “You look good in my clothes,” he murmured. “But you’d look better with ‘em off.” he grinned.
You stared at him in disbelief before bursting into laughter again. “You cannot act normal for five minutes.”
“Nope.” he said, popping the p at the end. “Not even on my birthday?” you raised your eyebrow.“Especially not on your birthday.”
He finished off the last bite of his pancakes before standing up and grabbing both your plates without being asked. You watched him carry them to the sink with a small smile tugging at your lips. He caught you staring immediately. “What’s that look for?”
“Nothin’.” you hummed sweetly.
“Bullshit.” he shot back quickly.
“I just like you.” That caught him off guard for half a second. Then his expression softened into something cocky and warm all at once. “Yeah?” he murmured. “Yeah.” you smiled sweetly at him.
He walked back over toward you slowly, stopping between your knees where you sat at the table. His hands settled low on your thighs.“You know…” he said quietly, leaning down close enough for his nose to brush yours, “I think I deserve a birthday reward too.” You laughed softly. “Oh really?”
“Mhm.” his lips brushed yours once. “Think I’ve been real patient this mornin’.”
“You’ve been sexually harassing me since I woke up.” you giggled.
“And you loved every second.” Unfortunately…he wasn’t wrong. You smiled into his next kiss before pulling back slightly. “I wanna shower before tonight.” you whispered against his lips.
His eyebrows lifted immediately. “Yeah?”
“Mhm.” you said, biting down on your bottom lip. A slow grin spread across his face. “I’ll come with you.”
The second the bathroom door shut behind you, Gator’s hands were on you again. Not even impatiently, just naturally. Like touching you had become second nature to him.
His palms slid along your waist while you reached over to start the shower, his chest pressed warm against your back. You could already feel him smiling against your shoulder.
“Yer avoidin’ me.” he murmured. You laughed softly. “I literally invited you in here.”
“Mhm.” his lips brushed your neck. “But you ain’t kissed me in almost thirty seconds, honey. Feels cruel.” You rolled your eyes, turning toward him slightly just as he grabbed the hem of your shirt and slowly peeled it over your head. His eyes dropped immediately, that look again. Heavy, hungry, like he wanted to sink his teeth into you.
“Fuck.” he muttered under his breath. “Gator.” you laughed shyly. “What?” he stepped closer immediately, hands settling on your bare waist. “You know what you do to me dressed like this.”
His thumbs rubbed slowly along your skin while his eyes dragged lower. Over your tits. Your stomach. The tiny pair of sleep shorts barely hanging onto your hips. The shower began steaming behind you, warm water pounding against the tile.
“You plannin’ on drivin’ me crazy all day long?” he asked quietly. “Maybe.” you teased.
“Yeah?” his hands slid lower. “Think it’s funny?”You squealed softly when he suddenly grabbed the back of your thighs, lifting you effortlessly onto the bathroom counter. “Gator!” you squealed.
“What?” he grinned, stepping between your legs immediately. “Wanted you closer.” His hands spread over your thighs slowly, squeezing the soft skin there while he kissed you again. The kind of kissing that made you forget what you were even doing. You could already feel the heat radiating off him, his body pressed flush against yours while steam filled the bathroom around you.
“Baby…” he murmured against your lips. “You got me all worked up this mornin’.” Your fingers slid into his hair automatically and he groaned quietly at the feeling. Then his hands moved again. One gripping your thigh tighter while the other slid around to your ass, squeezing hard enough to make your breath hitch.
“You keep doin’ that on purpose.” you whispered.“Mhm.” he admitted shamelessly. “Love feelin’ this ass in my hands.” You laughed breathlessly, though it immediately turned into a gasp when he stepped even closer between your legs. You could feel him now, hard against you already, even through the thin fabric of his boxers.
“Gator…” you whispered again. “What?” he asked innocently, though his grin gave him away. “Can’t help it, honey.” His forehead rested against yours while his hands wandered everywhere.
“You got all these men textin’ you this mornin’…” he murmured lowly, nose brushing yours. “Meanwhile I’m in here tryin’ not to lose my fuckin’ mind over you.” Your stomach flipped embarrassingly fast.
His lips found your neck again. Slow kisses,open mouthed. Enough to make your legs squeeze around his waist instinctively. “There she is.” he whispered smugly against your skin. “Knew I could get you needy.” You shoved at his chest weakly, laughing under your breath, “Shut up.”
“Mmm.” his hand slid beneath your thigh again, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. The steam had started fogging the mirrors now, the bathroom warm and hazy around you while Gator practically crowded you against the sink.
His hand flattened against your stomach possessively while his other squeezed your ass again. “Been thinkin’ about tonight all mornin’.” he admitted quietly. “That dress… everybody starin’ at you…” His jaw tightened slightly.
“You better stay close to me tonight.” Your fingers traced lightly along the back of his neck. “Jealous again?” you said giving giving him a quick peck. “Possessive.” he corrected immediately. Then he kissed you again before you could tease him further, completely undressing you and backing you gently against the cool shower tile this time.
The contrast made you shiver instantly. Warm water, cold tile. Gator pressed against you everywhere. His hands slid down your sides slowly while his dick rubbed against your thigh when he moved closer, making his breath catch slightly. “Fuck…” he muttered quietly. “You feel so good against me.”
Your head tipped back against the tile as he kissed down your neck again, hands roaming your body like he was memorizing every inch. Honestly you were starting to think he already had.
By the time you finished curling the last piece of your hair, your bedroom looked like a tornado had run through it. Makeup scattered across the vanity. Two different dresses tossed onto the floor. Jewelry laid everywhere.
And Gator? Gator was laid across your bed watching you like you were the only thing keeping him alive. One arm tucked behind his head, boots on, dark eyes dragging over you every single time you walked past him.
“You done yet?” he asked lazily. You rolled your eyes while blending the last bit of gloss onto your lips. “Some of us actually care how we look.”
“You’d look good in a trash bag.”
“That is not the compliment you think it is.” you laughed. He grinned. “You know what I mean, mama.” You smiled, reaching for the tiny black dress laid across the chair beside you. The dress, the one Gator practically begged you to wear. Tiny was honestly an understatement. It hugged every curve of your body and rode dangerously high on your thighs anytime you moved too much.
Gator sat up slightly the second you stepped into it. “Oh fuck me.” he muttered under his breath. You laughed softly while fixing the straps over your shoulders. “Too short?”
“Absolutely not.” His eyes were glued to you now. Completely shameless about it too. You turned toward the mirror, smoothing your hands down the sides of the dress while checking your makeup one last time. The black fabric hugged your ass perfectly, and you knew it.
Gator groaned softly behind you. “You bend over in that thing tonight and I’m startin’ a fight.”You laughed. “You say that every time.”
“Yeah well tonight I mean it.” You shook your head smiling, reaching for your perfume before noticing the black box sitting on the edge of the bed beside him. Your brows furrowed immediately. “What’s that?” Gator looked suspiciously smug all of a sudden. “Nothin’.”
“Gator.”
He grabbed the box and held it out toward you with a shrug. “Happy birthday, baby.” Your eyes widened immediately. “Wait—what?” You took the box from him carefully, stomach fluttering as you lifted the lid. And then you gasped.
“NO FUCKING WAY.” A pair of black Saint Laurent heels sat perfectly wrapped inside. The exact pair you’d been obsessing over for months. Your jaw dropped completely. “Gator—”
“I got tired of hearin’ you talk about ‘em.” he teased, though there was something softer in his eyes now. “Figured I should just buy the damn things.”
“Oh my God.” You practically launched yourself at him. Gator barely had time to react before you jumped into his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist while your arms looped around his neck. He laughed loudly, hands immediately grabbing your thighs to steady you.
“Are you serious!?” you squealed. “Baby these are so expensive!”
“Mhm.”
“You actually bought these for me?”
“Course I did.” You kissed him hard without thinking, smiling against his mouth while he grinned into the kiss. And that’s when your dress rode up, Gator went completely still beneath you. Your stomach dropped slightly when you noticed his eyes flick toward the mirror behind you. Specifically toward the tiny black lace panties now fully visible from under your dress.
“…Well damn.” he muttered quietly. Heat rushed straight to your face. His grip tightened on your thighs immediately. “You put these on fer me?” he asked lowly.
Before you could answer, his hand slid beneath the hem of your dress, lifting it higher until your ass was fully exposed to him. You giggled breathlessly, biting your lip at the way his eyes darkened instantly. “Fuck…” he whispered. You could feel him getting hard beneath you already.
His jaw flexed while he stared at the lace hugging your skin. “You’re tryin’ to kill me tonight.” You laughed softly before climbing off his lap quickly, smoothing your dress back down over your thighs.
“That’s for later, baby.” The look he gave you after that nearly made your knees buckle. Pure lust, pure frustration, pure Gator.
“Oh you’re evil.” he muttered. “Mhm.” you grinned proudly while slipping the heels onto your feet. “But you like me that way.” He stood up slowly from the bed, adjusting himself subtly in his jeans before walking toward you.
“You got no idea what you do to me.” he murmured. His hands settled on your waist from behind while you looked at the two of you in the mirror together. The black dress, his big hands gripping your hips, his chin resting briefly on your shoulder.
“You look too damn good.” he admitted quietly. “Got me rethinkin’ takin’ you out in public.” You smiled softly at him through the mirror. “You were the one who wanted me in this dress.”
“Yeah.” his hands squeezed your waist tighter. “Didn’t think it through.”
The second you stepped into the bar, you felt the attention, it hit you instantly. The tiny black dress hugged every inch of your body, the Saint Laurent heels clicking against the floor while Gator’s hand stayed firmly planted on your lower back like he already knew exactly what kind of reaction you were about to get.
Heads turned immediately. Men. Women. Everybody. The music thumped through the crowded bar while warm lights bounced off the bottles lining the shelves behind the counter. You caught a couple women smiling at you from a booth near the dance floor, one of them leaning over to whisper something to her friend while still staring at you. Gator noticed too.
His hand slid lower on your waist possessively. “See?” he muttered near your ear. “Told you this dress was dangerous.” You laughed softly, leaning into him a little. “You’re dramatic.”
“Nah.” his fingers squeezed your hip. “People are starin’ at my girl.”
The words made your stomach flutter embarrassingly fast. Your girl. Before you could tease him about it, the bartender spotted you both immediately. “OH SHIT.” he laughed loudly from behind the counter. “Birthday girl finally made it!”
“Heyyy!” you both said in unison. You and Gator pushed through the crowd toward the bar while the bartender practically pointed at your outfit dramatically.
“Okay first of all—look at you.” he said, shaking his head. “Second of all, happy birthday pretty thing.”
“Thank you!” you laughed.
“And Gator.” he looked over at him knowingly. “You look miserable already.” Gator snorted. “Everybody keeps lookin’ at her.”
“Well yeah.” the bartender laughed. “Have you seen her tonight?” Gator’s jaw flexed slightly while you giggled beside him. “Don’t encourage him.” you shot the bartender a look.
“Too late.” Gator muttered. The bartender slid your favorite drink across the counter toward you with a grin. “Birthday freebie.”
“You’re my favorite person ever.” you squealed. “I know.” the bartender had a smug look on his face. Gator stayed close behind you while you leaned against the bar, one arm wrapped around your waist while you talked with the bartender about work, and gossip around town. But you could feel it, the tension in him. Every lingering stare from another man made his grip tighten slightly. Every time someone’s eyes dragged down your body, his jaw clenched harder.
And then came the problem. A guy approached from your left holding a beer, confidence written all over his face. Tall, pretty decent looking, and clearly drunk enough not to care who was standing next to you. “Well damn.” he smiled at you shamelessly. “Birthday girl, huh?”
You smiled politely. “Guess so.”
“Can tell.” his eyes dragged slowly over your body. “Look too good tonight not to be.”
Gator went still beside you. The guy either didn’t notice or genuinely didn’t care. “Lemme buy you a drink.” he insisted.
“Oh, I’m okay—” you let out a nervous laugh. “C’mon.” he interrupted smoothly. “One drink ain’t gonna hurt.”
Gator’s arm tightened around your waist. The bartender looked like he wanted to disappear. You tried to stay polite. “I’m actually here with somebody.” The guy finally glanced toward Gator, then looked back at you. “Boyfriend?”
Gator answered before you could. “Problem?”The word came out low, sharp. The guy smirked slightly, clearly trying to push it. “Relax, man.” he laughed. “Was just bein’ friendly.”
“Friendly stopped about thirty seconds ago.”Your stomach flipped at Gator’s tone. The guy looked between the two of you again before his eyes landed right back on you. “Can’t blame me for trying.” he shrugged. “She’s fine as hell.”
Wrong thing to say. You felt Gator’s entire body tense beside you. His hand left your waist slowly while he stepped slightly in front of you now. Not aggressive yet, but close.
“Listen carefully.” Gator said quietly. “You’re about one sentence away from pissin’ me off.”The guy laughed awkwardly. “Dude—”
“No.” Gator cut him off immediately. “You walked up flirtin’ with my girl right in front of me. That was already stupid.” The bar around you had gotten noticeably quieter nearby. “And now you keep lookin’ at her instead of takin’ the hint.” Gator continued. “That’s even fuckin’ stupider.”
“Gator…” you said softly, touching his arm. But his eyes never left the guy. Protective, territorial, possessive as hell. The guy finally held his hands up slightly. “Alright man, Jesus.”
“Yeah.” Gator nodded once. “Get the fuck out, ‘fore I do somethin’ I won’t regret.” The guy scoffed under his breath before disappearing back into the crowd.
You let out the breath you’d been holding. The bartender immediately pointed at Gator. “You need therapy.” Gator ignored him completely, turning toward you instead. “You okay?”
You stared at him for a second before laughing softly in disbelief. “You almost fought somebody in under ten minutes.”
“He was lookin’ at you too hard.” he said seriously. “Baby…” you smiled helplessly. “What?” he muttered, pulling you back against his chest again. “I warned you about this dress.” Gator’s hand slid down the curve of your waist, fingers digging into your hip as he pulled you through the crowd toward the little dance floor tucked near the jukebox. The colored lights bounced over his face, catching the smirk stretched across his lips.
You laughed, letting him drag you along. The music was loud, bass rattling through the floor beneath your heels. The second you turned toward him, his hands were already on you again. One palm flattened against your lower back while the other squeezed your ass shamelessly through the tight black fabric.
“Gator,” you laughed, swatting at his chest.
“What?” he grinned. “Ya got yer ass hangin’ out in front of me. I’m bein’ respectful actually.”
“Respectful?” you repeated, nearly choking on your laugh. “Mhm.” His hand slid higher, brushing the side of your tits for just a second before settling back on your waist. “Could be way worse.” You rolled your eyes playfully, but you still stepped closer to him anyway. Always did.
The music changed into something slower, dirtier. Gator’s eyes darkened immediately. You turned around before he could say anything else, pressing your back against his chest. His hands instantly found your hips, dragging you flush against him. The crowd around you blurred into nothing when he started moving with you, slow and heavy. Then you felt it, his bulge pressed right against your ass. You bit back a smile as his hips rolled into yours again.
“Gator,” you laughed under your breath. “What?” His voice was rough near your ear.“You’re the one backin’ it up on me like this.” You intentionally rolled your hips again just to hear the sound he made.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “Later, Gator.” The stupid little rhyme made you giggle immediately.
He groaned against the side of your neck. “Well stop grindin’ against me like that and we won’t have a problem.”
You laughed harder this time, head tipping back against his shoulder. Gator took the opportunity instantly, pressing his mouth against your neck. Not enough to leave marks, just slow warm kisses mixed with the scrape of his stubble. Your fingers wrapped around his forearms while he moved against you again, rougher this time.
“Baby,” you whispered warningly, even though your voice betrayed you completely. “What?” he said innocently, hands sliding over your stomach. “I’m dancin’ with my girlfriend.”
“Mhm. Sure.”
“You think I don’t see every guy in here lookin’ at you?” His voice dipped lower. “Makes me crazy.”You turned your head slightly, catching the jealousy written all over his face despite the smugness. “Gator…”
“No seriously.” He shook his head once. “That dude at the bar was lookin’ at your tits like he wanted to die happy.” You burst out laughing.
“I’m serious!” he said. “And you scared him half to death.” you swatted his chest. “Good.” he grinned. You spun around to face him fully again, hands sliding up his chest. His eyes immediately dropped down your body, then back up again, completely shameless. You smiled softly and hooked your arms around his neck. “Baby, nobody here wants me more than you do.”
“That’s the problem.” His hands slid under the backs of your thighs for a second, squeezing. “I want you too much.” The look in his eyes made warmth rush straight through you. “You gonna survive the rest of the night?” you teased. “Probably not.” He leaned closer, voice low and filthy again. “Especially knowin’ what you got under this little dress.”
You smiled up at him. Gator smirked the second he saw it. “And you’re goin’ home with me.” He pulled you flush against him again, lips brushing yours. “Soon.”
Hours had slipped by without either of you realizing. The bar had gone from loud and packed to low music and half empty tables, the neon signs buzzing softly against the dark walls. Chairs were being flipped onto tables one by one while the bartender wiped down counters, throwing you both knowing little smiles every time Gator practically dragged you closer against him.
It was nearly midnight, and Gator had reached that point where he couldn’t focus anymore. Not with that tiny black dress still hugging your body, not with the memory of those black lace panties burned into his brain every damn second.
His hand rested possessively on your thigh while you laughed at something the bartender said, thumb rubbing slow circles against your skin. But he wasn’t really listening anymore. His eyes kept drifting down your body.
“You alive over there?” you teased softly, nudging his boot with yours. “Hm?” He blinked once before looking at you again. “You’ve been starin’ at me for like ten minutes.” you laughed. “Can ya blame me?” His voice came out rough.
You smiled into your drink. Gator leaned closer, mouth brushing your ear. “Wanna get you home so bad, mama.” The way he said it made warmth crawl up your spine. “Yeah?” you asked quietly. “Mhm.” His fingers squeezed your thigh harder. “Been thinkin’ about takin’ that little lace set off you all fuckin’ night.”
You looked at him like he hung the moon for you, he was talking about you like you were some greek goddess. “Stop messin’ around baby” you said shoving him. “I’m serious.” He leaned back just enough to look at you. “Every dude in here kept starin’ at you and all I could think about was the fact you wore that underneath fer me.”
Your stomach flipped. You tried to play it cool, but Gator saw right through you immediately. Always did. “There she is,” he smirked softly. “That shy little smile.”
“I’m not shy.” you said looking away from him.“You absolutely are.” He grabbed your hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips. “Especially when I talk about what I’m gonna do to you later.”
“Maybe we should leave then,” you muttered. That got his attention fast. Gator stood immediately, tossing cash onto the bar top before you could even finish your drink. “Baby—slow down.” you laughed.
“Nuh uh.” He grabbed your hand. “You said leave.”
The drive home felt painfully long. His hand stayed high on your thigh the entire ride, squeezing every time the dress rode higher. At one point he muttered, “You’re killin’ me tonight,” under his breath like he genuinely meant it. By the time you got through the front door, Gator was on you instantly. His hands slid around your waist while he buried his face into your neck, breathing you in deeply.
“Missed this,” he muttered against your skin.“You were with me all night.” you quietly moaned.“Wasn’t enough.”
Your heart melted a little at that. You laughed softly while Gator kissed along your jaw. “C’mere, mama.” He guided you toward the bedroom slowly, hands never leaving your body once. The second you sat down on the edge of the bed, he dropped to his knees in front of you.
Your breath caught immediately. Not because it was sexual, just because the look on his face was so soft it almost hurt. Gator reached for your ankle carefully, fingers sliding along the strap of your new heels.
“You got no idea how pretty these looked on you tonight,” he murmured.
“I still can’t believe you bought them.” you said biting down on your bottom lip. “Best money I ever spent.” he said smiling up at you. You giggled quietly while he slipped one heel off, then the other, setting them neatly beside the bed. His hands lingered on your calves afterward, thumbs rubbing gently over your skin.
“You tired, baby?”
“A little.”
“Mhm.” He looked up at you through his lashes. “Still look perfect though.” You felt your chest tighten at that.
Gator stood slowly, stepping between your legs. His fingers hooked beneath the straps of your dress before he paused. “Can I?”
You nodded softly. He pulled the dress down your body slowly, like he wanted to memorize every inch underneath it. The fabric pooled at your feet, leaving you standing there in the lace set he’d been thinking about all night.
Gator actually exhaled shakily. “Jesus Christ.”You laughed shyly, arms crossing over yourself for half a second before he grabbed your wrists gently. “Don’t hide from me.” His hands slid up your sides slowly, warm and heavy against your skin.
“You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous.” The compliment came out low and genuine. His palms settled against your waist while he stared at you like you’d hung the moon for him. Then his fingers brushed against the lace at your hips.
“Been thinkin’ about doin’ this all night.” You giggled. “Yeah?”
“Mhm.” He kissed the top of your chest softly. “Every time that dress rode up I thought I was gonna lose my damn mind.” His hands moved carefully, sliding the lace down your thighs inch by inch until it joined the dress on the floor.
And there you stood. Bare in front of him. Completely his. Gator just looked at you for a second, hands settling on your hips like he couldn’t believe you were real.
“C’mere, honey,” he whispered finally. And when he pulled you against him, it felt less like lust and more like worship.
The room had gone quiet hours ago. The smell of sex still lingered in the room. You were curled against Gator completely naked, one of his arms tucked beneath your waist while the other lazily traced up and down your bare thigh. The aftermath of the night still clung to both of you, messy hair, flushed skin, slow sleepy smiles.
His lips brushed yours again, and again. Neither of you could really stop. The kisses were deep and lazy now, mouths parting slowly against each other while your fingers dragged through the damp curls at the nape of his neck. Gator made a quiet sound against your mouth when your leg slid higher over his waist.
“Baby…” he murmured softly. You smiled against his lips. “What?”
“You keep doin’ that.”
“That what?” you asked. He gave your thigh a squeeze. “Rubbin’ against me like you tryna start somethin’.” You giggled quietly, but your hips rolled against his anyway out of instinct. Gator let out a low groan immediately, forehead dropping against yours. You could feel him hardening against your stomach again, warm and heavy. Not urgent this time, just there. Like neither of your bodies knew how to settle when you were wrapped up together like this.
Your breath caught softly when his hips shifted against yours once more. “Gator…” you moaned, half laughing. “You like that?” His lips dragged along your jaw slowly. His hand slid up your back before pulling you tighter against his chest again, like he physically couldn’t handle space between you for too long. You kissed him slowly once more, softer this time, your mouths moving together in that sleepy affectionate way that only happened after midnight.
The kind of kisses that weren’t really leading anywhere. Just wanting each other close. Your quiet little moans kept slipping out every time his hips moved absentmindedly against yours, and Gator swore under his breath once, burying his face into your neck.
“Keep makin’ those noises and we’re never gonna sleep,” he murmured. You laughed softly, fingers scratching lightly through his hair. “Thought you were tired.”
“I was.” He kissed beneath your ear. “Then you started kissin’ me again.”
“Excuses.”
“Not my fault you’re addictive, honey.” Warmth spread through your chest at that. You stayed tangled together for awhile after that, trading slow kisses and sleepy touches while the house settled around you. Eventually Gator’s movements slowed completely, his hand resting heavy on your waist while you laid half on top of him. Your fingers traced little patterns against his chest. His lips pressed lazily into your hair.
Then softly, almost shyly, you spoke. “Thank you.” Gator’s lips paused against your skin. “Hm?” You looked up at him, eyes soft in the dim light. “For today.”
His expression shifted immediately. “For everythin’,” you whispered. “The heels… takin’ me out… breakfast this mornin’. Just…” You smiled a little. “Lovin’ me the way you do.”
Something in Gator’s face softened so hard it almost hurt to look at. “You don’t gotta thank me fer that, honey.”
“I know.” Your fingers traced over his chest slowly. “But I want to.” He stared at you quietly for a second before brushing hair away from your face.
“You had a good birthday?” he asked softly. “The best one I’ve ever had.” That crooked little grin pulled at his mouth again, but this time it looked gentler. “Yeah?” he asked.
“Mhm.” You kissed him once. “Spoiled me rotten.”
“You deserve it.” Your chest tightened at how easily he said it. Gator leaned down, pressing another slow kiss to your lips before resting his forehead against yours.
“Truth is…” he murmured quietly, thumb brushing your hip, “I just wanted everybody in that bar t’know you were mine.” You laughed softly. “Oh trust me, baby. They knew.”
“Good.” You giggled again, and the sound made him smile against your mouth. Then his arms wrapped tighter around you, pulling you completely against him while the room finally settled into silence again. Just you and Gator tangled together beneath the blankets, kissing lazily in the dark while sleep slowly pulled at both of you.
And somewhere between soft touches, quiet laughter, and his heartbeat beneath your ear, your birthday finally came to an end.
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