𝘎𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘛𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
warnings : mention of male masturbation; nipple play; make out; no use of y/n; age gap (22-28); religious guilt; possible grammatical errors; english is not my first language
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Ever since Gator walked through the door of the coffee shop you work at a month ago, he’s started coming regularly and always ordered the same thing. A medium black coffee, and sometimes you would offer him a little brownie. There was this little spark in his eyes every time you would give him one.
“Here’s your brownie, Gator.” You said as you gently hand him the small bag containing the cake.
“Thanks, miss.” He smirked before leaving. He never had the time to sit at a table and sip his coffee while you not so secretly admired him, he only did it once and you have to admit that being able to admire him while biting your lips as he sip his coffee was something you truly appreciated. Seeing him in his sheriff suit really did something to you. The way his bulletproof vest clung to his chest, half-covering the tight black shirt that cuts in half his arm tattoo. That camo pants that revealed more than intended and that cap he sometimes wore backwards. Gator was hotter in his suit.
brownie’s delicious pretty girl
Few days ago, Gator gave you his number, he said it was for your security and that you could call him at any inconvenience. However, he would take the opportunity to send you messages in the middle of the night. Sometimes to tell you how good you looked at church that day, making you blush and kicking your feet in your bed, to ask you if your car was doing great after he fixed it for you, and sometimes it was just to ask you if you were okay, which was somehow weird but exciting.
You smiled foolishly in front of your phone before putting it in the pocket of your apron and serving the new customers that just entered the building.
Around 5 p.m you finally got back home from a tiring day. When you entered the hallway, the soft scent of apple pie filled your nose. You wandered around the house and saw your mother peacefully cooking in the kitchen. You leaned against the doorframe and watched her cut the apples.
Ever since you were a kid, you’ve loved when your mom bakes you delicious cakes. You always claimed that she was the best cooker, and when you were still in school, you’d wait all day to get home so you could enjoy the meals your mom had prepared.
But your favourite one was the cake smeared with your grandmother’s homemade cherry jam. Since her death, it was the thing you missed the most — apart from her obviously. You remember how you would wait every Saturday for the postman to deliver the jam at your parents house, your grandma used to send you some every weeks after you told her how much you loved it.
Your mom slowly turned around and saw you, “Oh, hey sweetheart.” She smiled widely, “How’s your day ?”
You smiled back, “Well, better since I smelled your cake.”
She laughed quietly, “Sit down, i’m gonna serve you.” You did, you sat around the table and waited impatiently for the sweet of your day. “Gator came today ?” She asked.
Your mom was like your best friend, you told her everything about your life, including your current relationship with Gator. She seemed even more excited about the event than you. So she asked everyday if he was there.
“Yeah,” you smiled and blushed, “I offered him a brownie.”
She suddenly turned around, “Again ?” She laughed quietly.
“You know that you can loose your job.” She warned you but still with a smile.
“No, because I’m the one who pays for them.” She rolled her eyes and laughed again. Before finally serving you a slice of her apple pie.
Then your grandpa entered the room in his wheel chair, “Oh, I hope there’s some for me.” He said, making you and your mom laugh quietly.
“Of course dad.” Your mom said smiling before serving him a slice too.
You spent the rest of your afternoon reading your romance novel in your garden, sitting right beside your horse, Molly. It was the kind of story you loved and dreamed about every day, imagining it was you with Gator. A slow burn in which you could tell they were going to have the happiest ending ever, but you still read it because you loved the way your heart felt each time you turned a page.
can’t wait to see you tomorrow
He texted around 1 a.m.. God, this man never sleeps..
hope you’ll be wearing that pink dress
Two weeks ago, Gator mentioned liking your pink dress, he described it like it made you look like a goddess, which once again made you blush.
For the past month, he didn’t missed Sunday’s service once, he even came to the Easter mass and stayed for the ‘after party’ where you ate a delicious meal with all your sisters and brothers, and where you definitely ate too much chocolate.
When you woke up this morning you almost immediately blushed thinking about the fact that you were going to see Gator at church. So you put the pink dress and did your make up, all while listening to your favourite songs. You smiled the whole time and danced around in your room. You slightly curled your soft hair and put on your pink ballet flats to match the dress. You looked at your reflection in the mirror and smiled. You never thought you’ll be doing all of this for a man, especially for Gator.
“Young woman, you’re way too pretty to go to church.” Your mom teased when you walked down the stairs.
“Gotta be pretty for the Lord.” Well if you consider Gator as your Lord then yes, you gotta be pretty for him. Your mom smiled because she knew. You would never do your makeup to go to church, let alone getting up at 8 a.m. to get ready for ‘church’ on a Sunday’s morning.
In just a month, if it’s not in a few days, you’d completely fell for Gator. The way he looked at you, the way he pulled you over on purpose every time he spotted your car from miles away. All those little actions made your heart shutter and you couldn’t help but still blushed every time he was around you. It was a feeling you never really felt before. Not that you’d never fallen in love, but you’d never felt aroused by someone before.
And Gator was definitely not your type. Usually you would go for the romantic and charming guy, who would take you on a date in a fancy restaurant and definitely wouldn’t jump on you on the first night spent together. Gator was the opposite. He was naturally short-tempered and spoke rudely to everyone, except to you obviously. He was only seen as that narcissistic guy who think he’s better than anyone and don’t give a shit about ‘normal’ people. He would definitely ruin you.
When you arrived at church, you sat on the first pew, as always. And waited impatiently for Gator to pass the large doors. But after waiting for approximately fifteen minutes, the pastor stood behind the pulpit and started his speech, but someone was missing. You kept turning around, and got disappointed every time you saw that he still wasn’t there. Your big smile slowly faded every time you turn back around to the pastor, with still no Gator in sight.
You stopped hopping that Gator would come after 1 hour.
When the service finally ended, you got out quickly, bumping into people in the aisle. When you finally got out, you began to search for him, you thought that maybe he was gonna come after and wait for you outdoors. But still, no Gator in sight.
You sighed and started walking toward your car, when all of a sudden Gator’s truck appeared in the driveway. You stopped and watched him park right in front of you, before he opened the window.
“Sorry, pretty girl.” He said with that cocky grin, “Didn’t hear my alarm.”
You rolled your eyes, crossed your arms and tried to hide your little smile, “What are you doing here then ?”
He laughed once quietly, “Jump in.”
You smiled fully now and jumped in the passenger seat. “Where are we going ?” You asked.
“But- my car ?” You frowned, looking back at your car disappearing behind you.
“I’ll bring it back to you.” He grinned.
You smiled shyly, turned back into your seat and fastened your seatbelt.
The road back to your house was mostly just a road in the middle of nowhere, without any trees in sight. Except right before your house, there was this little road that led to a small wood. Gator suddenly turned right, and took the dusty road into the forest.
“Gator, where are we going ?”
“Just somewhere quiet.” He reassured.
You weren’t quite reassured yet, not that you don’t trust him but you read way too many articles about girls getting kidnapped and taken into a wood. And by the way you jumped in Gator’s car with no doubt, tells a lot about how easy you would get trapped.
After driving five minutes into the forest, Gator finally parked on the side of the road between few trees, and stopped the engine. The car was dead silent, only the sound of the leaves moving in the breeze echoed through the air.
You didn’t dare to look at him in the eyes, your gaze remained fixed on the windshield. But you knew his eyes were stuck on you. They roamed all over your body, on your slight trembling hands, on your chest moving fast. On that dress he loved so much and those stupid ballet flats that made him laugh. On your pretty face he jerked off on so many times in a month.
“Look at me.” He said quietly.
You hesitated for few seconds, finally turning your head toward him. He was leaning back against the door, still sitting in the driver seat. His gaze was different, more deep, more something you couldn’t explain yet.
“You’re so beautiful.” He said even more quieter.
The corner of your mouth twitched slightly, still very shyly. You were always shy when around Gator, he had that ability to intimate you like nobody else. Your cheeks flushed pink and you turned back your head, trying to escape his lingering gaze.
“I didn’t say ya could look away.” He grabbed your chin, making you look back at him. He was closer now, so close you could feel his hot breath on your face. Your heart beat instantly fastened, it was so loud you were sure he could hear it.
And before you could even react, his lips crashed on yours. You didn’t kiss him back at first, but when he pulled back to look at you for a second, it was your turn to crash your lips on his.
Your mouths moved together so smoothly it was like they were made for each other. It was slow at first — but nothing is really slow with Gator.
His tongue slipped between your lips, tasting you more. His hand settled on your thigh and squeezed it not so gently. Your noses bumped into each other, your tongues moved together, letting a wet sound echo in the car.
His hand moved to your waist, pulling you closer to him, while you finally lay your hand on his chest, fisting his shirt as he deepen the kiss.
You pulled away for a moment, just to catch your breath. That cocky grin was back on his lips, his eyes inspected your face. You smiled timidly, your cheeks never stopped blushing.
His mouth was back on yours suddenly, his hand moved up and settled on your ribs. The kiss was messier, all teeth and tongue.
You felt his thumb starting to draw circles on the bottom of your breast, before cupping it fully through your dress. Your body froze for a second, surprised by the move. And he felt it, he pulled away.
“Ya like that ?” He asked quietly, his thumb slowly moving on your nipple.
You nodded, unable to say anything. He grinned before kissing you once again, still messy and full of saliva. Your nipple harden under his touch as you gasp into his mouth.
You made out with Gator for fifteen minutes, your body rocking against his, his thumb teasing your hard peak. You were completely out of breath when Gator started the engine. And the short drive to your home was completely silent.
When he stopped in your driveway, he looked at you a last before you open the door.
“See ya, pretty girl.” He said and winked at you. You smiled and closed the door, before seeing him drive away and disappear.
You smiled foolishly and bit your lips, walking toward the front door of your house. You opened the door and entered, you took off your shoes, that smile still lingering on your face. You found your way toward the dining room where metallic sound came from.
You stopped in front of the door, your family was sitting around the table and immediately stopped talking when they saw you.
“Where were you ?” Your dad questioned, he seemed angry or annoyed.
“I’m sorry, I was talking with the pastor and I didn’t see time pass-” Your smile faded instantly, your heart beating so fast. You lied.
“I don’t care, you should’ve text, we were worried.”
“I’m sorry, dad.” You said shamefully.
When bedtime came, you kneeled beside your bed as usual. You’d committed so many sins today, it was obvious to ask for forgiveness to your Lord.
“Forgive me Lord, for i have sinned…” You murmured, your eyes shut.
You’d lied to your parents, you’d kissed a boy for the first time. But the most important thing you did was letting you touch by Gator.
You’d always imagined letting yourself getting touched after marriage, not before and even less with a man you met a month ago, and in the woods ? These were the worst things you’d ever done…
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