Reckless (Montgomery Gator x Reader)

10

Soon enough, i'm the only one left in the building and, after finishing my final task for the day, I begin putting my tools away. "Guess I should head to Montgomery's room then..." I say to myself and head out the back hallway of the staff area. After some walking, I begin feeling nervous and I feel my body temperature rise. "Why are you nervous, y/n...? It'll probably be quick..." I reassure myself and spot his room in the distance. I walk up to the door and let out a sigh. After a moment, I gently knock on the door. No answer. "?... He said to come after my shift. Maybe he's busy still?" I think of the reasons why he's not here yet before noticing that the door is unlocked. I hesitate for a moment. "I mean... I guess it wouldn't hurt to wait inside... would it?" I think it over before finally deciding to just wait for him in his room. I mean, he told me to be here, and well, here I am. I enter the room and notice that's it's in worse condition than when I last "visited". "Geez... he's got issues." I whisper to myself and I decide to sit on the sofa and wait. I hum to myself, growing inpatient before I hear loud footsteps approaching, accompanied by a stream of curses. "Uh... I assume that's him.. But, is he angry??? Maybe it was a bad idea to wait in here..." I'm now full of anxiety as his footsteps approach the door before quickly reaching it and opening it. He walks inside and slams the door behind him immediately turning to me. "Uh... is everything alright??" I ask nervously. He just looks at me for a moment, not saying a word. Finally, he lets out a sigh and begins to walk to his desk. "Evening, sweetheart. He grins and sits in the chair at his desk. "Hand me my bass, will ya?" He asks, pointing at the instrument leaning against the wall. I stand up and grab it, quickly bringing it to him. "Thanks, doll." He says and I sit back down on the sofa, a bit confused. He begins playing a tune quietly as the instrument isn't plugged in. He has a blank expression on his face, but his brows are furrowed. I listen for a moment before I grow inpatient and start to speak. "So... did you need me for something?" I ask and he stops playing. After a few seconds of silence he lifts a hand up to pull his sunglasses down. "Look... i'm not in the greatest mood right now. I know I said to meet me tonight, but now's not the best time. If you want you could come another time, dear. Sorry to get your hopes up." He explains. "What? Hopes up??" I think to myself before just letting it go, focusing on his unusual yet fitting mood. "It's fine. But... did something happen?" I ask, letting my curiosity get the best of me. "It's nothin'... Just had a bad night is all." He says. "Okay... well, maybe if you talked about it, you'd feel better." I respond. I really want to know what's making the "big bad gator" act like this. "You're a real nag, aren't ya? He says and sits up in his chair. "If you really want to know, i'll sum it up for ya so you shut that trap of yours." He says pushing his glasses up. "You see, my predecessor was a big hit with the kids. Some of em aren't exactly happy to see me in his place, especially the older brats. They made comments about it right before we closed. Fuckers really pissed me off. Can't do anythin' about it either considering my position. If I could i'd rip em to shreds. Understand now?" He looks at me. "Hmm.. yeah, I get it. Hell, I don't know much about the guy before you so you don't need worry about me. You're the only bass player I know in this place." I try to reassure him. He lets out a chuckle. "That's what I like to hear, sweetie. Ya know, I feel a bit better now. I hate to admit it, but you were right, doll." He grins "Now, why don't you come on over here so I could see ya better, hm?" He says, motioning for me to come over. "Um, okay." I say and stand up to walk toward him. "The rooms not very big... i'm sure he can see me just fine.." I think to myself before reaching him, about a foot away. This feels... awkward. He sits up and lowers his shades. Our eyes meet and he pats his thigh. "Don't be shy, doll. Have a seat." He says with a grin and I grow flustered at the thought. "What?! What are you talking about?" I start with a shout that slowly turns into a low tone as I feel myself wanting to get closer. I take a few steps toward him to his amusement. "That's right, dear. Closer." He says and I finally give in, getting close enough to seat myself on his lap. One hand slides to the bottom of my back, while the other lands on my thigh, gently rubbing it as he looks me in the eyes. "So, enough about me. How was your day then? Hm?" He asks in a deep, quieter tone than before. My heart is pounding. "It.. it went well... Work wasn't so hard." I explain. "Mm.. I'm glad to hear that, babe. His hand trails up my thigh a bit and I let out a soft gasp, surprised at the sudden movement. "Oh..? You like it when I touch you there, don't you babe." Normally I would be fighting myself, but this... I want this. I really want this. I don't care about anything else right now. I nod and reposition my body so that I'm facing him, legs on either side of his waist. "Getting comfortable, are we? Mm.. I didn't think you were so experienced. I can't lie, doll. I'm a bit disappointed." He says, moving his hands to my waist. "No! ..Um... No... I.. I've never done anything like this before..." I explain, a bit embarrassed, but it's true. I've never really been in any kind of relationship throughout high school or even now. I just never cared to. "Oh, really now. This should be fun then." He smiles, showing his sharp teeth. "I do worry, though, sweetheart..." He looks me in the eyes over his sunglasses.

"If you can take it, that is..."