summary: attending a wedding in a pretty dress gets gator all worked up to the point where he makes you go back to the hotel early
cw: smut, piv, oral (f receiving), spanking, spitting, hair pulling, rough & soft sex, soft ending, they’re so obsessed with each other it almost seems toxic
wc: 2.7k
the sun was still shining bright even as it got lower in the sky. golden light flooded the small garden where your cousins wedding reception was being held.
the ceremony was like something out of a dream, surrounded by multicoloured flowers and a green screen like backdrop.
however the whole time, sat in the second row of the crowd, gators eyes did not leave you once.
all day his eyes had been burning holes through the fabric of your dress that clung to all your curve in just the right way.
it took you ages to get out the hotel room in the first place, gator clinging to you, kissing your face so much you had to re do your make up three times.
"either you change or we're not going"
"no can do gate, only got the one dress"
"well then get naked and we'll stay here" his arms were wrapped around your waist, his face in your neck as you attempted to wiggle out of his grasp.
eventually you got gator out the hotel, being around a load of your family putting him off dry humping you for the length of your ceremony.
now, as the sun set on the outdoor venue, the orange rays bouncing off the shiny string lights and glass ornaments, gator was back on you.
"mama yer killin me"
"hmm?" you pretended not to hear him properly, avoiding his gaze from beside you as you refilled your champagne glass.
"you heard me"
your eyes flick over to him for a second as you let the bottle stopper slip from your hands and roll across the table.
you waited until it reached the edge, watching in your peripheral, before bending over and leaning across the table to catch the stopper, pushing out your hips right in-front of gator.
he didn't even pretend to look elsewhere, shamelessly staring right at your ass, hands lifting up instinctively to grab it.
"gator!" you jumped, spinning around.
"don't do that"
"don't do what?"
"act like ya don't know what ya doin" he stepped forward, causing you to strain your neck looking up at him.
"not acting"
"yer-"
"jessica!" you cut gator off, spinning around at the sight of your newly wed cousin, turning your back on gator.
you held your arm out for a hug, brushing your hair over your shoulder, giving gator a full view of the low back on your dress.
as you embrace your cousin, twisting your body slightly to show off the curve of your waist, gator's jaw tightens, his hands twitching by his sides.
after an agonising long 4 minutes of watching you converse with jess in high pitched voices over a whole lot of nothing, you turn back slowly, bringing your glass up to your mouth.
wrapping your lips around the edge as you find gators eyes, they're dark, slightly squinted with pure frustration and unadulterated lust.
"quite done?"
"with what?" you say into the glass, using it almost as a shield as gator shakes his head slowly, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek.
as much it was taking you just as much willpower not to jump his bones, you knew he was worse at hiding his temptation so teasing him was high on your priories for entertainment.
"yer playing a dangerous game young lady"
"maybe i like the game"
"i think you like the consequences"
you raise your eyebrows, stepping forward and brushing past gator towards a small circle of your closest family.
"cmon, just a bit longer" you subtly reached out to take his hand.
he groaned loudly and aggressively even though he closed his large fingers around your smaller ones with a stark contrast of gentleness.
joining the group, gator draped himself over you from behind, his head on your shoulder, looking completely innocent as he took advantage of the noise to whisper into your ear.
"gonna fuckin ruin ya when we're outa here"
you nodded and smiled politely along with your families conversations, trying to ignore the heat rushing south to your core.
"yer blushin doll"
"youre hard"
jaw clenching again, gators fingers dug into your sides, pulling you a step away from the group, not amused by your attitude one bit.
"i've had enough"
"wh- what?" you turned around slightly, finding gators face to be a lot closer to you own than you were expecting.
"we're leaving"
"now?"
"yes"
"sure" you scoffed.
"i don't like this fuckin attitude"
"why? you're the reason f'it"
he takes a step back, exhaling slowly as he did, eyes flicking over you, your family, the venue.
"what's that my darlin?" he starts up, loudly and put on.
"gate?" you whisper, cheeks already flushing with incoming attention.
"got a headache? might be a migraine ya know"
he reaches out and takes your whole face in his large palms, brushing away stray baby hairs with that same contrasting gentleness, furrowing his brows with faux sympathy.
in an instant, all the women in your family found and surrounded you, sharing sympathetic 'awhs' and 'ohs' until you found yourself being told-
"sweetheart you should really go, you do look awfully unwell"
you stare back at your aunt blankly, offence simmering dangerously close to showing on your apparently 'sickly looking' face.
gator stood behind you, not even bothering to conceal the smug smile that had his lips in a chokehold.
"yeah cmon sweets, let's get you back"
his hands guided you away from the crowds, at least letting you find your cousin to say goodbye first before he swooped you off your feet and carried you towards the hotel entrance, ironically bridal style.
you reach the lifts where gator kindly sets you on the ground not letting you go far out of his hold.
as you get in the lift, his lips finally meet yours for the first time all night. his tongue forces past your lips, tasting the champagne you never got to finish.
he presses you up against the cold metal wall of the list, causing you to gasp against his mouth which he took to his advantage, deepening the kiss.
the ping of the lift stopping pulls you out of each others mouths too soon for your liking, gator grabbing your upper arm to hastily pull you out of the small box.
quickly checking down the halls, gator takes your hips, hauling you up and over his shoulder without hesitation.
"gator!" you squeal.
"quiet ma- don't wanna disturb anyone do ya?"
he smacks your ass through your dress, rubbing the side of his face into your hip as he makes the short walk down the hall towards your room.
"ah fuck- the card" he groaned, setting you back down on the floor once again. "gimme"
"ask nicely"
"don't do-"
"gator" speaking in a singsong tone, you clutched your bag, turning it away slightly as he reached out to snatch it.
"please gimme the card"
without breaking eye contact, or the thick tension between you, you reach into your bag, fiddling around and pulling out the keycard.
"pain in my ass you are" he snatched the card out of your fingers.
"you love the pain"
he flashed you a playful smile as he opened the door, his hand finding your lower back to push you past the threshold.
he kicks the door shut behind him, lips already back on yours, both your hands pulling at each others expensive evening attire as he toes off his shoes clumsily.
you rid him of his blazer, pulling frantically at his tie and shirt buttons beneath it. he fumbled over the zipper on the side of your dress after spending far too long trying to unzip fabric across your back that had no zip.
"fuckin- stupid- size- zip" he mumbled against your lips, pulling it down with a harsh sound that you swore was the seams ripping.
you shimmied out of the silky fabric, leaving you in just a delicate pair of lace panties and stiletto heels. gator pulled back to look at you, taking you all in like a prize he worked so hard for.
"hey cmon- we're not even" you gesture to your bodies.
"such a bossy thing arent we"
instead of answering, you undo his belt, pulling it smoothly off his waist, letting it drop to the floor along with his shirt and tie.
as your both working on his dress trousers, the backs of your knees hit the big king bed in the middle of the room.
wobbling on your feet, one of gators hands shot out to grab your wait as you steady yourself with his larger frame.
"steady on mama" he laughs, kicking his trousers off all the way. "cmere"
he lifts you by your hips, stepping back to throw you into the middle of the bed from the foot of it.
"been waiting f'this all fuckin night"
gator pulled your knees, leaning down onto the bed between your legs as he forced them apart.
after slowly taking off your heels, he licked up the insides of your thighs, messily kissing over the fabric of your panties, groaning into them at the taste of your arousal that had seeped through.
"gate" your breathing was erratic with anticipation, catching when you saw him spit onto the fabric.
his lips latched onto your covered clit, sucking it through the lace. your hips bucked up into his face, despite his hands trying to hold you still.
heat bubbled low in your belly, the friction of the lacy fabric adding to the already overwhelming pleasure from gator, making your body jerk and legs tremble around his head.
your fingers found his hair, pulling it out of the gel cast frantically as your back arched with the sudden wave of your orgasm washing through.
with a loud cry of his name he pulled off you, just long enough to peel away your wet, sticky panties, watching as they clung to your puffy lips.
"hadn't even got these off and yet fallin apart" gator groaned as he dipped his head back down between your thighs.
chocking out a moan, you felt gators tongue push through your slick folds and flick over your sensitive clit, still throbbing with the aftershocks of your climax.
"gate- too much"
instead of listening to you, he dragged two rough fingertips up your slit, teasing your dripping entrance to make you shiver before plunging them inside.
wrapping his lips around your bare clit, he curled his fingers up against your spongey walls, bringing you close to another high.
"aah- mffh- gator"
"i can feel ya squeezing, baby- cum all over my fingers"
his words vibrating into your core sent you over the edge, pulling another devastating orgasm out of you, your eyes tightly shut and jaw slack in a broken cry.
he rode out your high until you'd stopped shaking quite as violently, climbing up your body to lock his lips onto yours. you kissed him back with desperation, teeth clashing, tasting yourself on his tongue.
finding the strength in your weak joints, you sit up and push gator to the side. he fell onto the mattress beside you, your body settling half on his in an attempt to keep him down.
with his mouth still on yours, you palmed him through his tented underwear, making him groan against you. you dipped your fingers under the band, immediately finding a small slick patch on his skin.
you let your fingers gently dance over the velvety skin of his cock, swiping pre cum from his slit until gator had had enough.
"yer fuckin-" he pushed you off him, back down onto the mattress. "always such a tease"
kneeling up, he took your hip, rolling you roughly onto your stomach before settling between your legs. he grabbed your hips with no longer gentle hands and pulled your ass back, forcefully arching your back.
"think it's funny to drive me insane all night- then keep up that little attitude back here?"
his palm connected with your ass with a sharp sound from the contact, and from your throat.
"when i said you like the consequences" another smack, making you whine. "i think i was right ya know"
you knew better than to talk back, especially when gator was right. each smack to your ass had your pussy clenching around nothing, and he could see it.
before you could whine anymore, gator was bullying the fat head of his cock into your tight cunt. not before he spat down on where you connected a couple times, pulling his tip out to smear his saliva all over your already dripping wet core.
he didn't stop for a second once he slid all the way in, stop to feel you around him, stop you let you adjust. he set a brutal pace immediately, tearing broken cries from your chest, making the headboard slam against the wall.
"this what ya wanted sugar? huh?"
"yeaaah"
"what was that?" his hand fisted in your hair, pulling your head out of the pillow that was muffling your moans.
"this- i wanted"
"fuckin knew ya did- dirty girl" he let your hair go, hands returning to press bruises into your hips.
you were a mess underneath him, teetering on the edge of another orgasm, so worked up and over sensitive from gators tongue.
"fuck- you gonna cum again- gonna cum all over my cock this time?" his hand slipped around your front to find your clit as he could tell you were close.
"please" you chocked out at the sudden attention to your overworked nerves.
"go on mama- let go f'me"
you did. your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks, white hot pleasure soaring though your veins, your legs giving out from underneath you, dropping flat onto the mattress. gator fell over you, his face pressing into yours, slowing his pace.
"cmon sweets, turn over f'me- you're okay" his nose nudges against yours, his lips pressing kisses to any part of your cheek that he can.
still shaking, he pulls out slowly, helping you turn onto your back and your head to find a pillow. your legs unconsciously open back up for him, in which gator smirks proudly.
with softer hands, he pushes back in, watching himself disappear into your slick heat, transfixed at the creamy ring that has formed around his base.
"jesus- look at that- she's just sucking me right back in"
when he reached the hilt, he leant back over you, taking your legs up to wrap over his back. your arms locked around his neck as he braced himself on his forearms right by your head.
the only way that you two would be closer is if you literally got inside his skin, even though you were pretty sure somewhere along the line you already were.
"squeezing me so good mama- 'm so close"
"i- mffh"
gator buried his head in your neck, kissing and biting the skin as his hips rolled in a steady rhythm, each thrust felt like he was rearranging your insides.
"stay with me yeah? i want one more from ya"
"yeah- close-" you mewled, finding his lips with your own in a lazy, messy kiss.
your nails scratched down his back as gators hips rolled quicker, frantically chasing his own, desperately sort after release.
"fuck- sugar- i'm gonna- aah"
with a deep, chesty groan gator came, filling you up with a heavy load, rope after rope of hot cum until it was dripping out from around his length.
the sensation of gator painting your soft walls pulled one final, softer, orgasm out of you, leaving you feeling all fuzzy and warm and boneless.
"fuck mama- ya alright?"
"so good" you smiled, fucked out and blissful.
gator rolled over, keeping you tight to his chest, and his dick plugged in your cunt. you sprawled out over his chest listening to the comforting sound of his heartbeat settling down.
his hands traced soft patterns over your back as his smiling lips pressed little kissed into your hair.
"could be us one day mama" he croaked out after a beat of quiet, his words vibrating against your cheek.
"huh?"
"a wedding"
you peeled your eyes open, using all your energy to lean on your forearm and look up at gator.
"you saying ya wanna marry me gator tillman?" you teased.
"don't do that-" he goes to dismiss you automatically looking away but only for a second when he sees your little blush that he knows isn't just from the way he fucked you.
"course i wanna marry ya sweets- im gonna marry ya"
Gator shows you with new spot at a lake and gifts you something very meaningful. One day Gator skips school and when you ask him why he starts pushing you away.
content warning
fluff & angst, they’re kids and teenagers, arguing, crying, overthinking, Gator realises he has feelings for reader and is afraid.
author’s note
Im so excited to finally start writing this series🥹🥹They will be only younger in this chapter, in the upcoming ones they are 23 years old!
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There was a ranch located outside of Lehigh, North Dakota, The Tillman Ranch. It belonged to Roy Tillman, the sheriff. A preacher who believes that his position is above the law, sees himself as a righteous leader and rarely admits that he is wrong.
There were two houses and a farm. One house belonged to Roy, and the other one to your father. Roy and your father are really close friends, although you never got to know the story behind how they met. Your dad claimed that Roy saved his life, but did he?
Ever since you learned how to walk and talk, you have been together with Gator Tillman, Roy’s son. He was only 5 months older than you, both of your parents claimed that you’d make such a cute couple in the future. Yeah definitely not.
Gator was your best friend. From being the only kids on the ranch, you two always spent time together.
Gator was the complete opposite of you. He had brown hair and hazel eyes, sometimes more green than hazel. If he disliked someone he made sure to show it. He acted mean to everyone except those he loved.
You practically grew up with him, playing tag and chasing each other around the ranch, making tons of snow angels in the snow every winter, sharing your favourite snacks with him but more specifically — sitting by the big oak tree by the lake. Gator found it when both of you were 6 years old, an age where you could explore places together.
That spot was your hideout. No one knew about it except for Gator and you. The first day you two hung out there, you pinky promised not to tell anyone about the spot.
(Safe to say 17 years later it was still a secret.)
17 Years ago
“Gate where are you taking me?” you squeaked, trying to hold onto Gator’s hand while he jogged in front of you. He was taller and stronger than you, every once in a while you struggled keeping up.
Both of you held hands and ran through the meadow, that was filled with bunch of colourful flowers in the spring.
You realised that Gator was guiding you towards the lake, you knew it was here, just never visited it.
“Look!” he exclaimed, studying your reaction. Your attention was fixed on the grand oak tree with its attached swing. A wooden path ran alongside it leading to the lake.
“Wow” your hand left his grip, running towards the lake to dip your hands in it.
“It can be cold” Gator said, following you. You squatted at the end of it, admiring your reflection on the water. Gator joined you, standing right next to you.
“Look at this” he said, picking up a rock from the ground and throwing it in the lake. He showed you a trick, the rock jumped across the water three times before it finally sank in.
“How did you do that?” you asked, amazed by it.
“I will teach you” he said, and he did. Gator never made you feel left out or behind. Every time you asked for help about something, he made sure to help you.
The two of you sat on the soft grass right under the tree. Gator cracked stupid childish jokes while you couldn’t help but laugh. Butterflies and bees flying around the large field, while the sun kissed the lake perfectly, making it sparkle.
“I have this for you” he said, reaching out in his pocked for something. He pulled out a small white ring with words across it, probably made out of newspaper.
“What’s this?” you asked, taking it into your hands to get a better look. It was smaller than your hands, you held it gently, afraid to ruin it. It was beautiful, it had a heart shape at the top.
“A paper ring, my nana taught me how to make it”
Your eyes sparkled just by looking at it, you wrapped your arms around Gators shoulders, hugging him. He was not a fan of hugging, he didn’t hug you back, but he didn’t pull away either.
“Thank you I love it!” you said, sliding it on your pointer finger. It looked adorable on your small fingers.
Later at home, you were so excited so you showed your parents the ring. They exchanged a look together, but not a concerned or bad look, they smiled, by looking how your eyes sparkled while showing off the ring. They say that people can’t predict the future, but your parents already had.
10 Years ago
Gator skipped school today, which was unusual since he usually told you. As soon as you got home from school you threw your backpack across your room and left.
You made your way to the Tillman’s house. Roy was outside, leaning against his truck, talking to a policeman and taking a puff out of his cigar.
“G’day sweetheart” he greeted you, smiling. You never liked his smile. There was something that made you feel uncomfortable around him.
“Hello is um Gator home?” you asked, tucking your hands in the pocket of your jacket.
“Yes, he should be in his room, you know the way,” he said. You gave an awkward smile and made your way inside.
Walking up the stairs, you saw the door of Gators room closed. Calmly approaching it, you knocked three times “Hey Gator, it’s me”
You waited, nothing.
Knocking again “Gator I know you’re inside” you said.
“Leave me alone” He yelled from the inside of the room.
“Gator I’m coming in” You twisted the door knob and pushed the door open. Gator was still in bed, facing the wall. What on earth?
“Are you okay?” you asked, approaching him from behind. He was lying with his eyes closed, he wasn’t sleeping obviously, but why was he doing this?
“I said leave” he muttered.
“Not until you tell me what’s happening” you crossed your arms.
“Why do you want to know everything!” he raised his voice, sitting up from the bed. His eyes were red and almost slightly swollen. Was he crying?
“I- I got worried you didn’t come to school today”
“Pfft like you care, it’s nothing leave me alone” he said
“Gator of course I care! It’s not nothing, you have been crying” you said pointing out and sitting on the bed.
The moment you sat down on the bed, he froze. He then stood up, walking away from you and to the door. He then opened it and stood there “Go” he said.
“No”
“I said go”
“Not until you tell me what’s wrong” you replied.
“I don’t want to tell you so go”
“Gator what’s happening? I just want to help” you walked to Gator, stopping right in front of him.
“I don’t need your help and i don’t want you here”
His words made you freeze I don’t want you here kept repeating in your head over and over again. A simple sentence made you feel like everything in your life changed it did.
“What do you mean!” you raised your voice
“Please stop being annoying and leave!” he yelled
“Oh so i’m annoying now?”
“God just leave me alone for once!” he snapped
You felt your eyes sting. Not now- you said to yourself. Something was bothering Gator, you knew it. He pushes people away when things get hard.
“Fuck you, Gator,” you shouted as you slammed the door shut behind you, causing the pictures on the wall to move. Tears welled in your eyes as you hurried to leave.
Roy saw you outside but didn’t say anything. He sensed something was wrong. You dashed home through the gravel, your beat up Converse clinging desperately to your feet. You should definitely get new ones; God it’s not the time now.
Stepping inside, the aroma of delicious food filled your nostrils. Your mother was busy cooking in the kitchen. You kicked off your shoes and made your way towards your room. Didn’t even bother saying hello to your mother.
You locked yourself in your room and lay on the bed, tears streaming down your face. You couldn’t hold it any longer.
I don’t want you here
I don’t want you here
I don’t want you here
Was it true? Did he genuinely not want you there? You kept overthinking about it, thinking that you’re not good enough for him, the way he acted towards you? He won’t hear from you anymore.
*GATOR POV*
You were in her room, she was crying. Crying because of a boy who broke her heart. Holding her hand was all of the comfort you could offer her. You wished you could break his nose, but getting into fights, your father would be pissed. You’d start eating punches for breakfast like you did as a little kid, and god you didn’t want any of that.
“Hey” you said, tucking a soft blonde hair-strand behind her ear, taking a look at her. She looked so…..beautiful? No Gator no- get yourself together. She’s your best friend.
“It’s going to be okay” you whispered, trying to make her feel better, because seeing her hurt made you feel hurt.
“You think so?” she asked, taking a look at your face with her teary blue eyes. They looked even more blue now.
“I mean— I- I can try to um make it?” you said unsure.
“How?” she asked.
Instead of telling her how, you showed her. Your hand cupped her cheek and pulled her closer, closing the gap between you. Her lips were softer than you thought, it felt like you were in heaven. Her hands caught your hair, pulling herself closer to you, until suddenly, she was straddling your lap.
The kiss slowly started getting messy, you could feel her saliva on your mouth, her tongue moving slowly against yours.
Then her hand traveled under your shirt, touching your stomach, she could feel your happy trail under her finger tips, which made them travel downwards to the waistband of your boxers.
— Then suddenly you woke up, sitting straight up on the bed. No no no no you thought to yourself. There was an unusual aching feeling in between your legs, taking the blanket off, you realised. You heard in school about boys getting boners, you never got one, not until now.
This can’t be happening, she’s your best friend. You can’t ruin the friendship with her, no. What if you get closer to her and she leaves, just like your mother? What if she sees what kind of loser you are and decides she’s done with you? What if you love her and she doesn’t love you back?
What if…
*Back to original pov*
4 years later, Gator and you didn’t have a single normal conversation. Constantly avoiding each other, if you had to talk you’d argue and bully each other. You two changed, like a lot. Puberty hit you like a freight train.
Gator grew much taller with broader shoulders. He began slicking his hair back and you hated it. He transformed into a fuck boy, bringing home a different girl each week and skipping school with another. It was revolting. This wasn’t Gator; he had changed and the sad thing was there was nothing you could do about it.
And the bad thing is that he started bullying and harassing you. The girl who helped him when he fell off his bike, the girl who was there for him when his mother left, the girl who always made him laugh no matter what; the first girl he fell in love with.
I’m just telling you because I’m bored that you BETTER work on the paper rings series because I need that shit thank you very much and let gator dive in DEEEEEEEEPPP, merci.
Side note: I won’t sleep, the town needs me 😈
With love, your friendly spidergirl 🕷️
I AM WORKING ON IT🤓 The first chapter is maybe 80% done!?!?!??!?!???
From childhood best friends to enemies, you both transform into grumpy teenagers who can’t stand each other. Will the tension ease or will you still hate each other in your twenties?
childhood best friends - enemies to lovers & fixing injuries trope
Content warning: MDNI
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Coming soon…
a/n: A HUGE thank you to @yailology @hexyissy @digitalxcandle for helping me out on this one, love you all💋💋
summary — the assignment went wrong ways and gator opened up too much to you just to shut you out but you two still need to have a heir so while trying for that, you get blackmailed from a long time no see face and it changes everything in your marriage.
warnings — 18+, MDNI, smut, love confession, angst, no communication, slight masturbation (f receiving), hate sex, p in v sex, unprotected, doggy style, hair pulling, dirty talk, emotional after sex, gator crying, reader has problems with love, abusive ex, blackmailing, little fluff, missed period, talks of sexual themes and abuse, nauseous reader, roy., tell me if I missed something, english is not my first language, not proofread.
author’s note — THIS is the reason for my little absence, I have been having trouble figuring out how I want to continue this mini series but here I am finally, hope you guys still like it with this new stuff 😽
ask me anything & requests are currently closed !!!
Gator Tillman was not that kind of guy who would stay for too long with someone, too think about someone before going to sleep and as soon as he woke up. He was not that kind of guy who people wanted to stay with or wanted to love.
That’s why he was not surprised you were no exception, and it would have been fine, if he didn’t completely fall in love with you.
“Gator…say something.” He was lost in his thoughts about how he thought that you could love him, that you could care for him.
“You did what?…” was all he managed to get out from his thoughts.
You opened your mouth to say those killer words out once again but he shut you down.
“Why would you fucking do that?!” He stepped back one.
“I—we agreed on this!” You were confused by his reaction and how he questioned this even thought you both agreed to do so.
“Who was it? Was that him? Or someone completely opposite looking from me?” He pointed towards a random guest as they were still slowly leaving the garden through the gate and he started walking back, towards it.
“No, no!” You stepped after him as he span around and started speed walking to the guests.
“Gator wait!” Your steps also speed up until you were almost running.
“I will find him without your help, I can smell him-“
“Gator stop!” You appeared in front of him, your hands on his chest to stop him in his steps.
“He is gone already okey? It doesn’t matter!” You said.
“Yes it fucking matters!”
“Why would it matter?” You stepped back once you were sure he was stopped.
“Why would it—why would it matter? Are you dumb?”
“No! Are you? Cause this was our fucking agreement and you are acting like some kid right now.”
“Some kid? Are you fucking with me right now? I know our fucking agreement, and you know what? It was fucking stupid! I am your husband and no one is allowed to touch you like I do!”
You were stunned by his sudden jealous, the sudden possession.
“Nobody owns me.” You said out.
“I know, but you are still mine!” Those words went through your body in a shiver.
“Why do you care so much about this? It’s not like we are in love!” You yelled before you could think about, some people still leaving turning their heads.
“Talk for yourself!” None of you cared about people seeing or hearing this.
“What are you talking about?” You stepped back once again from the sudden confession.
He went silent for a minute before he pointed at you.
“You, you is what I’m talking about! Why don’t you fucking care? I am trying to love you but you won’t let me in!”
And now it was your turn to go silent, to those words repeat in your head. Because they were true, because you never hated him, you hated the fact you were not the one who chose him.
“I know this is an arranged marriage but you act like you were the only one forced into all of this but you are not!” He continues to break the silence fallen over you two.
“Don’t think you are any near my place Gator! You know what it’s like? That your whole life older man who don’t see you as human being just some kind of face, some kind of body, some kind of business are the ones who pick out every single decision in your life that you are supposed to have! You don’t know what it’s like to be a woman.”
Tears run down your cheeks as you were stepping closer to him in the heat of argument.
“You are right, I don’t know shit. But I do know one thing, that I like you! For fuck sake even maybe love you! And I never do these love shits and you are treating me like I am not a human being. You are treating me the way they treat you, and for what? To get it back to them? Or to hurt me? To chase me away? What’s your goal with this?” He was swinging his hands around, questioning every movement of yours
“To protect her.”
“Protect who?” How was he so stupid?
“My sister, Gator!” You said it out loud, finally, some realization hitting Gator’s face. “It’s either me or her, and she—she deserves to find love snd have the chose to marry whoever the fuck she wants, so if that means I have to marry someone I don’t even know, I will do it, I did it.”
“…I’m sorry. But that doesn’t explain why you won’t let me in. We could make this work you know?”
And suddenly your heart shuts out all of it, you just want him to leave, but you want to wrap your arms around him. But you can’t. It was like you wanted to push him as far away as possible to see if he still loved you like that if you can’t say out those words he wanted to hear.
“We could never work. We are too different and I am not changing for you and I won’t let you change yourself for me either.”
“That’s fucking bullshit!—“
“No it’s not!”
“Yes it is! I fucking open up for you and you treat me like shit! You are just fucking selfish to say it out!” He started walked backwards, away from you, just like your nature wanted.
“Gator…”
“Don’t fucking talk to me.” He said before turning around and leaving you behind in the cold garden.
There was just something in this conversation that changed you. You couldn’t understand yourself either, but all you ever wanted is to have the chose. And maybe Gator was someone who would give it all to you, but you still never had the chance to fall in love with him on your own. You never had the chance to talk about you having a silly crush on him, or how your first date went. You two never had the chance to get to know each other the proper way, the way you wanted to have him.
The thing is, you forgot how to love romantically after your whole life you were never allowed to date the person you wanted. Never had the chance to pick the boys you could talk to, never had the chance to be with someone without having to keep is a secret.
And when you did, the only relationship the family approved and the public knew about, you got hurt.
Hurt so much, loved so wrong and treated shit that your view on love had got worse. So being force married to someone who has that kind of reputation that reminded you of your ex, wanted to have you scream and rip your skin off.
Not because he ever made you feel like that, but because he could. And if you opened up to him, you could get hurt, without having the chance now to run away from it at all.
You would be a liar if you said you didn’t feel that spark, that want in you towards Gator. But your past and your trauma left the biggest scar on your heart that you didn’t know Gator could either heal or tore open once again if you let him love you.
Maybe it was selfish, maybe it was the right thing to do, but you knew you were hurting him, cause hurt people hurt people, but you were not sure what would happen if he knew your past.
Here is the thing: Gator understood the assignment, not the old one, the new one. You wanted nothing from him. He was just some kind of chores for you.
But in the same time he couldn’t stop himself snd his feelings, if he wanted to or not.
So he gave you the absolute silent treatment, of course he did. And this includes sex.
It includes even seeing you.
You felt this, you knew he was avoiding you, it had been 4 days since the garden party, since the argument, since the confession, since the silent treatment started.
And here were you, in your bedroom with your sister who decided to visit with her stories.
“And she told me that Sabrina went on a date with Thomas! After I told her that I liked him!”
She was telling you about her love life, the one thing you fought for, still you were lost in your thoughts sitting on the couch with tea served, those special ones that said to help you become more fertile—all fake advertisements probably—but you just couldn’t help thinking about Gator.
The conversation, the confession and the way you pushed him away too much you are probably never gonna see him like that again.
It was a bittersweet feeling, saving him from your love and saving yourself from another man, but was it really the thing you wanted?
Was this the proper way? You not letting yourself fall so hard into someone just to worry when they will leave you? Was that what you wanted? Ot were you just too selfish protecting your heart while trying to save his?
Maybe in another lifetime, you two met at an event, danced together just to sneak out to the garden to watch the stars. In another lifetime you two fall in love without the government telling you how to and what to do. Maybe in another lifetime he proposed to you instead of your parents giving you two to each other.
The past days have been having you aching for him, for his words, for his eyes, for his touch and the warmth you felt in your stomach every time he looked at you.
‘Cause the only way he looked at you now was a millisecond of coldness before running of to be not near you, no matter how many times you called after him.
You didn’t even question the no sex, you knew by now he probably hated you and you just hoped that your past intimacy worked now.
Your sister on the other hand noticed mid talking that you were stuck in your mind and called out your name which made you get out of your thoughts and look up at her.
“Are you even listening?” She asked before she saw the sadness creeping in your eyes. “Are you okey?” Was all that needed you to have your eyes watering.
“What’s wrong with me?” You asked.
“What are you talking about?” She came closer to you, holding your hand.
“Why can’t I find happiness on the place where it’s offered?”
“Is this about Gator? Did he do something? Did he hit you? I swear if he did—“
“No, he didn’t! I just…” you tried to get your words together to describe the way your marriage was doing at the moment but no words felt right cause you in fact fucked up. “He told me he loved me, and my first move was to push him away as much as possible…”
“Don’t you think it’s because every time you got love by a male you got betrayed and hurt by them at the end?” And silence fell over as her words hit you.
“Look, he is your husband, you like it or not. You married him, even if it was to protect me.”
“What?—how do you know about it?” You were confused, it was supposed to be a secret, a secret to let her have some normality in her life.
“I am not that stupid. Why would you agree to marry someone like that? It was never about the crown was it? It was about me being able to have something you could not experience.”
“…I just wanted you to live one of those fairytales we used to read about.” A tear rolled down your cheeks.
“It doesn’t mean you can’t have that. There are stories where royals fall in love through arranged marriages, and if he loves you, it’s all on you now to write that story.”
“I am afraid I already fucked up too much.”
“It’s never a bad thing to try.” She was so emotional intelligent and you couldn’t be more proud, and maybe she was right. But maybe Gator would never let you back now.
You just laughed a little before pulling her into a tight hug.
“I know you can solve this, like you always do.” And once again your little sister give you a spark of hope.
You pulled away after a minute from the hug as you wiped away your tears. The tea already probably cold, but who cares when you have your little sister.
“Thank you. Now tell me about this Thomas a little more!” You teased her before her eyes lit up and talked about him like you always wanted her to feel.
That dinner you still sat alone at the table, even though you asked one of the guards to tell Gator to come down to eat, he refused.
So when you got back to your room and changed into your night gown with your robe around you, you were just watching some romcom in your room, trying to figure out how to reach out to him.
When you heard a knock on your door, your face immediately froze, your whole body did. Before another knock came, was when you jumped up to get it.
When you opened the door you were met with Gator’s brown eyes, his hair not in gel, just all let out, just like you liked it.
“Hi.” Was all you could say before he pushed you aside a little with his body to get in your room, no facial expression was seen on him. You quickly shut the door and turned to him.
“We skipped a few days but my dad called, yelled in the phone actually about how you are still not pregnant, you are not right?” All hope left you, his face blank, no feelings on it, not like he had when he told you that night how he feels. Once again he was just Gator Tillman, not that boy who couldn’t be with someone else.
“Oh yeah—no I’m not…” you said shyly.
“Great.” Was all he said before closing the distance between you two, his hand grabbing your neck to pull you into his mouth.
His kiss was different now, it was always hungry but now it felt like it was more emotional, like he tried to tell you everything he felt in the way his lips were smashing yours, the way he licked your lips, signing you to open up.
You moaned into him when you finally felt his tongue against yours, like something broke and built up in the same time.
What probably built up was the anger, the anger in him towards you, towards the fact you didn’t love him back like the way he wanted you to.
He was licking in your mouth like he wanted to find those words inside them. While his hand still grabbed your neck while the other one slowly went up your side. Your hands resting on his shoulder to keep yourself in place with his pace and force against you.
He suddenly pulled you close, so much closer, till you felt every part of his front, ever never of him. The way his chest rises from trying to catch his breath between kisses. The way he wanted to grab you like he never wanted to let go and the way he started grinding on you, his bulge hitting you and making your stomach drop every time.
“Gator…” you whispered when he pulled away to breathe. You wanted it, of course you did. But you wanted to talk with him, to tell him how you felt.
“Shut up and take it.” He pressed himself against yours once again, guiding you towards your bed.
He didn’t push you down though, he just pulled away once again and looked at you once again.
“Crawl on the bed.” Your mouth went dry, but still you obeyed, because the look on his face, and his voice worked on you. His hand working your robe off, letting it fall on the floor.
So you slowly turned around, his hand on your waist, grinding his bulge on your ass, when all you first did was arch your back, you palms hitting the sheets as your ass was pushed to him now. He whimpered at the sight and feeling before you set your knees on the sheets and slowly climbed up the bed, your heart pounding in your ears.
When you turned around, his shirt was already gone. You but your lip on the sight, on being manhandled by him. Cause fuck it you loved it too much.
“Touch yourself, and don’t fucking dare to say anyone else’s name other than mine.” He commanded you, and you didn’t hesitate.
Your little nightgown dress rode up your thighs as your hand traveled down to your slick panties.
You were looking at him the whole time, taking your time to actually touch yourself.
When your fingers found your clothed clit you sighed before slowly starting to rub it in circles. As the sensation grow your head went back.
“Look at me princess.” He said when he noticed your eyes away from him, and you fought yourself to look back at him. Your lips opened from working yourself up.
You felt the fabric clinging int your hole that was getting wetter and wetter. But it was not because of your touches, it was because you were touching yourself for him, while he was looking at you, while you were looking at him. His eyes devoured your body.
“Do it properly.” He spoke once again, not questioning, not requesting but ordering you.
So your fingers tucked your lingerie aside to get access to your clit. As soon as your fingers were now pressed to it without any barrier you moaned.
You started playing with it, harder and faster as you were becoming a moaning mess, but still he was only looking at you, as his dick was getting harder—painfully harder—from the sight.
“Mhm—Gator…please…” you moaned his name, trying to form some thought.
“Say my name again.”
“Gator!” You screamed when you felt the knot in your orgasm growing bigger and bigger. Suddenly without a second he climbed up to the bed, down to you, grabbing your wrist to pull you away from your pussy.
You looked down at him in shock and sadness from not letting you finish but all you saw was him looking up at you from between your legs as he slowly went up to your underwear’s start line.
Suddenly it was between his fucking teeth. While looking up at you he slowly pulled them down with his mouth. The sight itself almost made you cum. When it was down to your ankle he grabbed it between his hands and throw it away before coming back so close to your face you felt his breath everywhere.
“Turn around, to your stomach.” You didn’t move from the shock. “Now princess.” Was when you finally rolled to your stomach.
All you heard from behind you was his pants going down.
“I’m gonna fill you up so well, you are gonna be dripping for days. So no one can touch you like that other than me. I will ruin you for anyone else, ‘cause you are mine.” He yanked your hips up to push your ass up for him, your face in the pillows still. “You are perfect for me.”
Without any warning he just went into you, you screamed out from the sudden feeling and stretch. He didn’t wait though, he just grabbed your hair to pull you back against him as he started thrusting into you, like he wanted to reorganize your organs.
“G-gator, t-t-to much—“ you moaned.
“Tell me. Tell me you hate me, tell me you don’t love me.” Was all his lips left and you suddenly understood everything.
“No—“ you said as he pushed into you so hard you moaned once again, your hands grabbing the sheets.
“Yes you do, tell me, tell me you hate me!” He ordered you to.
“I h-hate…you—Agh!” You moaned as he was going faster, hitting your g spot, basically abusing it.
“Fuck, I love you.” He was still gripping your hair, and was still pounding into you, like he wanted to make a mark on you but something in the air shifted as he said it out.
You looked over your shoulder still whimpering and moaning as you saw him with his eyes shut, and in the corner of them tears breaking out.
“I love you so much—Fuck—“ that confession broke something out of you, as you moaned his name louder than ever and came around him.
Your walls clenched around him and he filled into you already, but he was still going, making sure it stuck in there well.
“I love you.” It was a small whisper but you heard it again, in a different tone, could hear his throat probably hurting from crying.
After he slowed down, he realized what he said as he looked down at you, your head tilted to watch him.
As she did he suddenly pulled out of you and his hands left your hair. Immediately climbing of the bed to get dressed.
You just slowly turned around to face him, your hair a mess, your legs shaking and your eyes filled with water from pleasure with your cheeks flushed.
He did not even look at you as he put his pants on. You just watched him for a minute, trying to gather your thoughts.
“…Gator…” you called out as he looked at you finally.
Something in his eyes shifted, before his went back to no emotions.
“Inform me if you are pregnant.”
“Gator, please let’s talk—“
“There is nothing to talk about.” He replied before grabbing his shirt from the floor and speed walk to your door, leaving you behind.
The next day came around, with still no news from Gator. Like he pretended nothing happened and he didn’t tell you 3 times during sex how much he loved you and cried over you hating him.
And you had no idea how to finally be able to talk with him. You were pacing in you room, thinking about what to do while trying to violently bite down your nails when you were notified about someone at the door wanting to talk to you.
You had no idea who it could be so you simply went down, annoyed with them disturbing your peace—peace being stressed about Gator—as you flew the door open.
“Well hello there.” Your whole face went pale as your eyes scanned the person standing in front of you.
“You—who let you in?!” You questioned as you looked around to see no workers.
“Might have maybe act cool and made a little mess in the garden to have you alone here.”
No other man was standing in front of you then the one and only ex-boyfriend of yours, Marcus. The one who was so sweet at the beginning but quickly trapped you into his arms, the arms that hit you in the dark.
“What do you want?” You stepped back a bit.
“Is he here?”
“Is who here?”
“Your husband, silly! Or what, the couple is not getting along?” He was mocking you with a smile on his face.
“You don’t know anything about my marriage—“
“Oh! I know way too much about it, I mean who would sleep with someone at a party if she was in a good marriage?” Your lungs close up as you swear you couldn’t breathe.
“W-what—“
“You know that young man, he is a friend of mine. What? You thought he would just randomly sleep with you without any intentions?” He leaned on the door to talk to you.
“What do you want Marcus?” You had no idea what he brought here, but it was bad, it could mean you loosing everything.
“You know exactly, who I want sweetheart.”
“Don’t fucking call me that!” You pointed towards him, your voice getting louder.
“You really thought you could just leave me like that, because what? You are royal?”
“Marcus, you can’t do this—“
“Do what?” You heard a voice behind you as you turned around, Gator standing walking up slowly to your side.
“The famous King! Pleasure to meet you, so exciting too, it’s gonna be so much better getting you back in front of him.”
“Getting who back?” All you saw on Gator’s face was jealousy and possessiveness over you as his hand traveled to your waist.
“She didn’t—you didn’t talk about me?” Marcus smiled at you before turning back to Gator. “I’m Marcus Jones, her ex-boyfriend.”
“Marcus, stop it.” You finally spoke up.
“Does he know? That you fucked someone else?”
“Yes I know, what the fuck do you want from her?” Gator spoke before you could.
“Interesting…” Marcus measured up both you and your husband. “Here is the thing, you either come back to me or I will publish this story and let your whole family go down, probably along with his.”
“I would never go back to you! You are a fucking monster!” You shouted back at him.
“You decide. You have a month, I know you need time to make up your mind when it comes to man.” Marcus said before walking away from the door, leaving you and Gator starring at him.
Suddenly Gator shut the door and started pulling you by your wrist, up to the chatting room.
“What the fuck was that?” He asked, shutting the door and turning towards you, you who was standing still at one place with your eyes still filled with anger and fear.
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Don’t worry—“ he laughed. “Don’t worry about it? He wants to ruin our families, he wants to take you away from me, and I should not fucking care?!” He stepped up to you.
You just sighed and walked up to sit down to the couch, landing heavily on it.
“He…I used to date him, his friend is apparently the guy from the party who I…you know.” You looked up at him for a second before looking away again. “He used to hit me.” You finally said out the words as you were starring towards the window trying to get the tears back in you.
“He…what?” All you could hear was his voice shattered but still building up in anger.
“I know it’s stupid like why did I stay with him for so long then and why is he not in prison? But I can’t explain it—I can’t explain this without losing the ability to breathe.”
“What did he do to you?.”
“He uhm…used to hit me, never on my face, everywhere else that simple clothing could cover, he used to…make me do things I didn’t want to do and he just always said “That’s my girlfriend duties” so I let him. I let him manipulate me and abuse me just to get some love.” You were now looking down at your lap as tears fall down from explaining your past.
You felt the air thickening as Gator’s breathing become heavier, angrier.
“I’m gonna fucking kill him.” He stated when you snapped your head towards him.
“No, no you can’t! The parliament, they love him, his dad has them in his hands. You just have to accept it.”
“And let him take you again and beat you to death? Absolutely not.”
“But killing is not solution!” You shouted towards him.
“Then we will figure out something, together.” He said, kneeling down to you, grabbing your hands in his as he searched for your eyes.
You slowly looked up at him. “Together?…” you asked.
“Together.”
The plan was simple, maybe even too simple. You couldn’t kill anyone, but you could make the news look like trash rumors. But you had to act fast, so the best way was turning to the people.
You two already had to get to your work so it was the perfect timing. Public events and showing of your love and want for each other—even if you two still haven’t talked about the things and words that happened—it was easy, since both of you had feelings, unspoken from you side.
Gator wanted to take part in events connected to work, visit buildings and talk about what you two can promise the people and for the better future.
While you made sure you two had visited children hospitals and orphans. Made sure you two connected with people a way that their trust would be with you.
Time went by, you two had around 30 public events attendance. You two were exhausted but it was needed, for the public.
And it was something that changed things in your actual relationship.
His hands always around your waist, or hand in hand walking on the streets with police and photographers around you. Him sometimes leaving a kiss on your cheeks, making you blush from his touches. Faking conversations and laughs between you two for the media. Him always helping you in the car or guiding you in the right direction, protecting you like a guard—probably even better.
The public quickly became obsessed with you two.
And Gator? His heart was pounding. He knew it was all an act but you two playing like you were in love made his heart beat so hard and he was the saddest person every time those events were over. Going back to the awkward situation that was happening between you two.
He found himself falling deeper and deeper into that hole that you made for him without holding him.
One day you two were visiting some sick children, of course photographers were around you, but you didn’t care, Gator stood next to the bed, as you sat down to talk with one of the girls.
“Look, I bought you this.” You pulled out a little tiara. “I heard you love playing being a princess.” You slowly put it on her head as she was smiling up at you.
Gator found himself starring, he was always starting at you, but the sight of you talking so well and taking care of the kids so well made his stomach drop. The realization hit him, that maybe, he actually wanted to have this with you, and only you.
“But I could never be a real princess.” The girl spoke up.
“Who is that to say? I think you are already one, being one doesn’t come from a title, it comes from heart, comes from how much you care about protecting your people. You love your people right?” You asked smiling softly at her as she slowly nodded. “Well then, you are already one, maybe even better than me.” You said slowly pulling her into a hug.
Maybe that was not protocol following, but you never cared, you wanted to protect those little kids, those little girls and if you can make them feel a little more seen, a little better with a hug, then fuck the protocol.
Gator without realizing smiled at your behavior, which cameras caught immediately. And maybe it was the most in love sight they have seen so far.
A little time after you two finally arrived back home, the act quickly dropping, seeing the parliament, your father, sister and Roy with his wife waiting for you.
“Well hello there.” Roy spoke up.
“Dad, what are you doing here?” Gator questioned.
“We came here to visit, ask how things going. It seems like you two are taking your times, and I don’t like it.”
“Dad, we are trying okey?”
“Then try harder! Don’t linger between the people, between those sick kids!”
“They need care to! That’s my job to do!” You spoke up stepping forward.
“No, your job now is giving as a heir.”
“I can do both.”
“Really? Then where is the baby? I don’t see them.”
You stepped back suddenly, no answer to give. Looking around the room, meeting all those eyes.
“What is this whole community thing? Suddenly you two spend more time in front of cameras than at home?” Gator looked at you carefully in hope to know some answer to give but both of you went still.
Silence fall over as everyone was waiting for a reply. Your dad called your name.
“You can’t be in those hospitals, hugging and touching those kids. That’s not lady like, not queen like and you put any potential chance for the baby in the danger!” Your father walked up to stand next to Roy.
“I am fucking done.” You were tired from your purpose being only to give them a baby. Of course you wanted them but not like this. You wanted to help people, you wanted time to sort out the perfect timing, not forcing it.
You just stormed out of the room, leaving them behind, along with Gator.
That night Gator didn’t reach out to you either, let you have your room as he was fighting with his father about how he was treating you.
You felt nauseous come through you suddenly as you ran to your bathroom.
You swear, you poured out everything in you. When you finally finished you flushed the toilet sitting down the floor.
Tears running down your cheeks, it was all to much.
You just wanted to escape it all, with Gator. Going off, telling him how much you actually fucking loved him. Wanted to help people but wanted to do it on your own. Wanted those people to leave you alone for fucks sake. I mean you did your best, you couldn’t explain why you were not pregnant yet, why your menstruation was always on time—
Your period.
You froze suddenly looking for your phone laying next to the toilet and grabbing it.
You opened your period calendar, just to see you were four days late.
Request for you! Gator who’s girlfriend is really girly & everytime he see’s her she’s always got her make up on/dressed up. But he turns up unexpected one night & her hairs up in a messy bun/no makeup & she’s really panicking/insecure BUT he fucking loves it and SHOWS HER (you getting my hint? 😉)
Thank you so much for sending in this request, i loved it!!!!💕
In your town you were considered as the it girl. Make up always done; lashes coated with black mascara that made them voluminous and long, the apples of your cheeks pink and glowy, while your lips were always coated with a pink gloss.
And you were always dressed so nicely; wearing sun dresses on hot summer days that fit you like a glove, high heels that elongate your legs, lots of cute tops and baby tees that always made you look good (and hot in Gator’s opinion, but obviously his favourites were your skirts).
You always tried to look your best around him, with makeup and hair done and dressed well. You worried he’d think you were unattractive if you showed up without makeup or your hair messy (which was false)
You had the house to yourself over the weekend as your parents were away at a spa centre.
Being home alone was your favourite, singing songs out loud without a care if anyone heard you, baking your favourite desserts and binge watching rom coms in the living room. While in the meantime your cat kept you company.
Today you have decided to bake cinnamon rolls, they were your favourites ever since you were 5 years old. Fleetwood Mac played in the background while you were gathering the ingredients from the kitchen.
You haven’t heard from your boyfriend Gator today, his shift ended at 7pm, checking the time it was 7:08pm. He should be out of the station by now. Although every time he left work he called you, today he didn’t. You got worried. His job wasn’t safe, in fact probably the most dangerous, he makes you worry every time.
The moment you were about to press call on your phone, the front door swung open. Gator.
Oh no no no no you thought to yourself. He can’t see you like this! No makeup, your hair up in a messy bun with your baby hairs that stick out like antennas, with an oversized t shirt and……no bra.
“Hi sweetheart” he walked towards the kitchen, smiling from ear to ear. God you wanted to hide, but how?
“No Gator don’t look!” You turned around, facing your back to him.
“Sweet pea I- what” he asked confused, but still took a few steps closer to you.
“Don’t look at me” you said.
“But why-“
“Because I- *sigh* I don’t look good today” you said, knowing that it sounded stupid. But you didn’t feel pretty like this, not around him.
“Ya looked just fine t’me” he said, his palm grabbing your shoulder to turn you around to look at him.
“No” you hid your face with the palms of your hands.
“Hey baby how what are ya doing, don’t hide from me” he grabbed your wrists and pulled them away from your face “What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I’m not wearing any makeup” you whispered
“So? It doesn’t matter ta me” he said “plus seein’ ya like this, it’s doing things ta me” he tucked a hair strand behind your ear and bent down to whisper “dirty things” he chuckled.
“Gates nooo” whined, snuggling your face in his chest, trying to hide yourself away.
“Hey look at me” he grabbed your face with his palms, guiding you to look at him.
(Gator has never seen your face bare before. He got a better and closer look now, the freckles on your nose from the exposure of the sun more visible now, the most perfect doe eyes ever, and your lips? They looked so plump Gator fought every urge not to kiss them at the moment. This only reminded him how much he’s in love with you.)
“Doll yer so beautiful I- why do ya always wear makeup around me hm?” Gator asked, his thumb rubbing circles on your cheek.
“What if you don’t like me without-“
“-Without makeup? Im fighting the urge not to go and throw out every makeup product ya have”
“Don’t they’re too expensive” you chuckled
“I won’t doll, from now on ya won’t hide from me alright?” he asked smiling
“Mhm” you nodded
“Good now let me show ya how beautiful ya are” he picked you up by the back of your thighs, and walked towards your bedroom.
“Gator the cinnamon rolls!” you squeaked
“Nah forget them, i have a better desert here” he smirked, his strong muscular arms carrying you like you weigh like a feather.
He gently lowered you down on the bed, and taking a good long look at you. You wore a washed out oversized Fleetwood Mac tshirt and cotton white shorts that made Gators mind go absolutely wild.
“S’pretty” he mumbled under his breath. His hands found the hem of your shirt, slowly tugging it upwards, exposing your upper body. Heat flushed through your cheeks (and in between your legs), feeling the touch of his strong hands roaming around your waist.
“There they are” he said, meaning your breasts, he chuckled. His mouth attacked your exposed collarbones, dragging his tongue across the bone and sucking on your skin.
Gator for sure knew how to make you feel good, he knew what you liked the most. He started kissing you from your collarbone and down to your breasts. Cupping and kneading your left breast with his hand, while on the other his mouth was attached to your nipple, licking and sucking on it.
“My beautiful girl” he praised, your back arched off the bed when he slightly bit your nipple, making you quietly moan.
“Cmon let me hear yer pretty sounds” he said, kissing you in between your breasts and travelling down until he kissed your lower stomach.
“My goddess” He started worshipping your body like there was no tomorrow. Gator loved your body so much, and during times like these, he made sure you knew it.
He untied the ties from your cotton shorts, and tugged them down in one fast motion. Then Gator felt his breath hitch; you were wearing dark red panties with lace. These were new to him.
One of Gators biggest turn ons was lace, especially on you. He started showing that when you wore a short dress with some lace at the end. Now every time you pass by Victoria’s Secret, he always asks you if you want a new pair, but also sometimes he just buys you new ones without asking. He knew your sizes by heart.
“Doll you’re killing me” he whispered, not wasting time and taking your panties off too. You were left bare underneath him, the pupils on his eyes blown wide by his sight.
He pulled you at the edge of the bed, while he kneeled on the floor, spreading your legs out to make some room for himself.
“Holy- you’re dripping baby” he smirked, his eyes filled with lust and desire. His head disappeared in between your legs (his favourite place to get lost in.)
You felt yourself throb by his praises, and by the contact of his nose with your clit. He loved teasing you this way, he knew how worked up it gets you. Gator saw you gripping the sheets of the bed, he grabbed your hands and guided them to his hair.
“So wet f’me baby” he whispered, his tongue licking a long stripe on your pussy “Mine” he said before he started sucking on your folds. The action made you whimper and furrow your eyebrows. Your stomach was doing flips from how good and excited you felt.
He made you feel like you were in heaven. Then you felt two fingers rubbing you at your entrance.
“Gator-“
“I got ya mama don’t worry” he kissed your inner thigh “Relax for me beautiful girl”. The moment you did, he pushed his fingers inside, making you moan out loud. Thank god there was no one else in the house. Your moans and whimpers felt like music to Gator’s ears.
His fingers started pumping in and out of you, while Gator continued eating you out like a starved man “Prettiest girl ever” he mumbled between your legs “My doll”
Your walls clenched so hard around his fingers, squeezing them so tight.
His praises never stopped, he continued praising while eating you out. Until you felt your orgasm coming closer. That’s when you started begging him.
“Gator please-“ you moaned, feeling the familiar sensation in your stomach.
“You’re close doll?” he asked, curling his fingers inside you, making you scream.
“Mhm- ah” You felt like you were hit by a train. Feeling your orgasm release, while Gator worked through it with his fingers and mouth.
“So sweet” he said kissing your other inner thigh “So beautiful”
He stood up from the floor, and you finally got to see his face, and oh my god. Hair messy from you tugging on it, eyes half lidded, cheeks flush pink, and saliva and cum dripping on his chin. You were never going to forget this sight.
“C’mere” he said, lying next to you on the bed and pulling you closer in his arms. He threw the blanked over your body so you don’t get cold.
He kissed your forehead “Are ya okay doll?” he asked.
“Mhm very okay” you chuckled.
He didn’t say anything, just stared at you.
“What?” you asked
“Nothing” he shrugged
“That’s not nothing”
“It is”
“You’re staring”
“Im admiring” he said
“You sure are”
“I can’t admire my beautiful girlfriend?” he asked, kissing your cheek.
“You can”
“Yeah that’s what I thought” he smiled “Please don’t wear makeup around me, I want to see the side of ya nobody sees” his thumb traced circles on your neck.
“Wow romantic Gator?”
“I have my ways”
“Hm you really do”
“Only with you, doll” he winked, pulling you even closer to him so he could cuddle and inhale your scent.
