congratulations on 4.5k sweetness!!! for your vday special can i request gator x reader with a sugar daddy AU and idiots in love !!! please and thank you <333
babes, i'm so sorry this was delayed but i hope you enjoy! 💋 sugar daddy!gator x fem!reader
You stood in the middle of your bedroom, looking at your reflection in the mirror. When Gator had texted you that he was off work the whole weekend, you figured that meant another weekend of him coming over to your apartment (that he paid rent on). If Roy was gonna keep him holed up in the barn, he figured he just spend his money on you, a second home to come to. But then he texted about wanting to go into town for a nice dinner and a couple of drinks.
Gator had bought you the dress you were currently wearing. It was one of his first big gifts for you after he watched you try it on, but you placed it back on the rack after checking the price. And his girl going without nice things just wouldn’t do… Spoiling you was just part of providing for his sweet girl.
“Don’t you just look good enough to eat?” Gator husked, trailing kisses up to the column of your neck, “Did you get all dressed up for me?”
His large hands settled on your hips, fingertips lightly digging into the flesh. He wore a black button-up, blue jeans, and his cleaner pair of cowboy boots. He’d opted to keep his hair slicked back, but you couldn’t argue that he cleaned up well for your first real date in a month.
“I did,” You hummed, eyes focused on the mirror, “Do I look alright?”
Gator inhaled your perfumed skin, a smirk tugging at his lips as he chuckled, “Alright? Sugar, you look fuckin’ divine. The perfect prize for me.”
“Prize?” You raised a brow, “And what competition did you win?”
He rolled his eyes, “Okay, don’t get smart with me. I was admiring you. Keep acting like a brat and I ain’t buying you that Lewis Vuitton purse.”
The statement had caught you off guard. Between his accent and the mispronunciation, you couldn’t stop the cackle that escaped your lips, “I’m sorry, what?”
Gator straightened up, now looking at you with deep confusion, “Y’know, that fancy ass bag you said you wanted for your birthday from Lewis Vuitton.”
You shook your head as you gently grabbed his hands and took a small step towards him. “It’s pronounced Louis Vuitton, it’s French.”
“Right, right,” Gator shrugged, though his lips pursed in defeat, “I knew that.”
“Of course,” You nodded and tried not to laugh at him again. It was endearing in a way.
Gator tugged you closer once more, “Anyways, enough talking about Lewis and Louis. I’m the only man you should be concerned about tonight.”
“Yeah?” You hummed, tilting your head closer as he eyes your lips.
“Yeah,” He sighed as his head dipped to meet yours in a kiss.
