𝘎𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘛𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
warnings : male masturbation; Gator kinda have a kink for innocence; reader falling in love easily; nothing else needed i guess; proofread; possible grammatical errors ; english is NOT my first language
💌 Lillie talks : umh sooo here’s the first part of my little serie about Gator because i’m having an obsession with him right now. Enjoy girls !! 💕(posting this at 2 a.m btw i need some sleep ig) Read more of my work here : masterlist. Request are always open, feel free to ask anything !
The day Gator laid eyes on you, he was captivated. It was an early Sunday morning. You were sitting front row at church, the pastor standing right in front of you behind the altar while he pronounced the sermon. You listened carefully, hands folded on your lap and a small grin on your lips.
The church was surprisingly full today, most of the time there was a lot of missing people, those who only came on important days or once a month just because it looked right. But you, you were here every Sunday. For the past five months since you arrived here, you hadn’t missed a single one service. You always sat on the first pew so you could hear well and always wore a dress from your "church-appropriate" collection. The old ladies that have been coming here for decades always took the time to help you feel a little more at home in this church.
Gator Tillman arrived mid sermon, wearing a black button-up shirt with a black pant, his sheriff’s badge hanging around his neck. The sound of his boots on the tiles echoed through the building, making everyone turn towards him and cutting the pastor in his words. That was something Gator knew how to do—draw attention. Most of the time, all eyes were on him no matter where he was. He was handsome, and every girl had a chance with him as long as things didn't get serious. Plus, he was the son of the Roy Tillman.
Those were the first things we told you when you arrived. Some old women told you that the sheriff’s son was a pretty boy, able to take care of you and protect you. On the contrary, girls your age said he was the biggest jerk who ever lived, with his stupid slicked-back hair and that smirk he always had on his face — at least when he wasn’t in a mood.
His eyes wandered around the room, taking in each person sitting in front of him. Then his gaze settled on you. He had never seen you before. He checked on you from head to toe, paying attention to every detail of your figure. Starting with your straight hair who were slightly curled on the end, they fell perfectly on your shoulders. Then he saw the dress you wore, a little white dress with short, puffed sleeves that fell to your knees, embellished with a few lace details at the collar and sleeves. He saw your hands resting on your thighs, then lower down, your pink ballet flat decorated with a small pink ribbon.
He scoffs once and shook his head, clearly thinking that an innocent looking creature like you shouldn’t be living around here. His gaze leaves you to focus back on the pastor, even if he wasn’t truly listening.
When the ceremony ended, he hurried out before anyone else. When he reached his car, he didn't get in, he just leaned his back against the door, crossed his arms and waited. Waited for you. He needed to know more about the new girl in town.
When you got out, he spotted you almost immediately in the crowd. You walked with an old lady gripped on your arm to steady herself, you were smiling to her. He could see your face properly now. Your perfect smile spread across your face, your eyes lightened by the sun. That gold necklace around your neck reflecting the sun’s rays.
He takes a puff on his vape, his brows furrowed and eyes slightly squinted from the day light. He knew you were coming his way because he was parked next to a convertible Mini Cooper, and who else could possibly be driving a Mini Cooper ?
You politely smiled to the old lady before heading toward your car. Gator quickly puts his vape in his pocket and walked slowly toward you already standing beside your car.
He leaned against the door with his forearm, “Hey, miss.” He said, “You’re new here ?”
You looked up and met his gaze, he was almost a head taller than you. “Not really,” you smiled politely after seeing his badge, “I moved here five months ago.”
His eyes inspected you once again, seeing that your golden necklace was a small cross. “Never seen you around.” His gaze lowered down again, landing on your hands and your red-painted nails.
“I’ve never seen you either.” You said with a small grin making him smirk.
“Living alone ?” He asked.
“No,” you shook your head, “I live with my parents.”
He nods once, “’K,” his eyes inspecting you one last time, “be safe, wouldn’t want a pretty girl like you to get in trouble.” He winked at you before returning to his car. Your cheeks flushed pink as he looked at you one last time in the side mirror, before leaving.
You felt a little bit embarrassed, this was a weird first meeting. You shook your head to get that out of your mind before you get in your car and start the engine.
It was a fifteen minutes drive from the church to your house, fifteen minutes of listening to random pop girlie songs on your favorite radio.
When you finally arrived, you parked your car in the driveway in front of your house. It was a small white one story house, with green shutters and a brown tiled roof. There was a wooden porch, decorated with flowers and vines, on which rested two armchairs. High trees surrounded the building, slightly hiding the small ranch behind the house. And beside your car was parked your grandfather red truck, an old pickup that was a little beat up.
It was your grandparents house before you moved in, well it basically still is because your granddad is still alive. You and your parents moved in with him after the death of your grandmother, he was feeling so alone. And since she was the one who took care of him since he’d lost his ability to walk, someone had to replace her. So you left your peaceful life to come here in North Dakota.
When you opened the door, you found him alone in the living room, sitting in his wheelchair in front of the TV. He was watching an old baseball match he’d already watched a thousand times before. He loved seeing his team win. You smiled and quickly climbed up the stairs to your room.
You couldn’t really stop thinking about Gator, you weren’t really sure about his name but he was for sure the sheriff’s son and you doubted that there was two handsome men his age in the Tillman’s lineage. You thought about the way he looked at you from head to toe while licking his lips. How he smirked and winked at you, called you a pretty girl and then just walked away like nothing happened.
Maybe because it was nothing, it meant nothing. Gator had a reputation with girls and you knew it. You couldn’t help but blush thinking about him, it was stupid, he literally talked to you for less than a minute. But still, the way he stared at you gave you butterflies in your stomach. You always felt like that when a beautiful man talked to you.
When people told you about him, you didn’t imagine him like that. You thought he might be the kind of narcissistic guy who think he’s more handsome than everybody else, even tho your dead grandma is prettier than him. But shit, Gator was in fact really handsome. He managed to make your stomach shutters with less than 30 words.
The thing you didn’t know is that Gator thought the same about you. I mean, in his own way. Since his eyes found you in the church, he couldn’t stop thinking about that innocent looking girl he’d never seen before. But yet, in only an hour he managed to remember your entire body, and every single details about it.
Around 8 p.m., you were sitting across from your mom at the table, your dad sat next to her and your grandpa by your side. You ate in a silence filled with the sounds of the TV.
But then your mom spoke, “Joyce told me that you met the Deputy at church this morning.” Joyce has been her best friend since childhood, they told everything to each other, and you, talking to Gator Tillman was a gossip for some reason.
You looked up and found her gaze, “Uh.. yeah.”
You shook your head once, “Oh nothing, he just asked me if I was new here.” She nodded and got back to listening to the News playing on the TV.
After sipping the delicious tomato soup your mother had prepared, you quickly got back to your room. Tonight was the first truly warm night of spring, the air felt good and the breeze was cool enough to relieve you of the night's heat.
So you sat down by your window, with the windows wide open to air out the room, and went back to reading your romance novel. It was a cute little story between a young woman working in a coffee shop, who falls in love with her most regular client. You loved this book because you work in a coffee shop and secretly hoped that one day the love of your life will just pass the door and change your future.
While you were reading your fabulous book, Gator laid on his bed and thought about this morning. That white dress drove him crazy as his hand slid to his boxer, palming himself through the thin fabric. His breath fastened as he started stroking his dick over his boxer, still thinking about you.
“Fuck-” He said under his breath. You looked so beautiful to him, so angelic.
After reading for an hour, your eyes began to close automatically. So you stood up and kneeled down beside your bed to pray, before getting comfortable under the sheets and fall asleep quickly. This night you dreamt about Gator.
You imagined him pulling you over because you were driving too fast when you were late for work. He was leaning on your opened window frame with his forearm. His eyes scanned the inside of your car while you admired him standing just few inches from you. His breath was hot on your face when he leaned closer, his hazel eyes searched deep inside yours. Even in your dream he had that stupid grin, even in your dream he looked pretty.
Or maybe you weren’t dreaming ? Because right now Gator Tillman was giving you a ticket for driving 68 mph in a 45 zone.
“I didn’t saw the sign.” You tried to protest.
“That’s not my problem, miss.” He was dead serious. His brows furrowed and that grin absent, “I’m doing my job.”
You exhaled, “Please. I’m not driving like this usually, i’m just late.” You leaned in the window frame and gave him one of those look, the one that says ‘i’m an innocent girl that beg you to forget what just happened’. He suddenly stopped writing on his piece of paper and looked down at you.
He laughed once and put his pen and paper back in his vest pocket, “Where ‘you working ?”
“At Crux Coffee, officer.” (i actually found a real coffee named like this in Fargo and i thought let’s cross universe)
“That’ll do it for now.” He leaned down on your window again, “And it’s deputy, pretty girl.” He said with that same grin, before taping gently against your car to tell you to leave.
Your breath caught and your cheeks flushed pink from everything that happened right now. You weren’t even sure if this was real or if you were stuck in your dream from last night. Did he just called you ‘pretty girl’ again ? Or it was your imagination playing tricks.
The horn of his Sheriff car snapped you out of your thoughts. When you looked in the rearview mirror he was staring at you, gesturing to you with his hand to tell you to leave. So you did, you started your engine again and got back on the road to go to work.
Near the end of your shift, people stoped coming, only the two regular old men sat by the window and a young writer sipped her coffee at the center. Until the door bell rang, signaling that someone just entered the building.
You looked up and saw Gator, already leaning on the counter with his forearm.
“Oh, hey.” You said with a shy smile, your cheeks turning pink once again.
“Hey.” He leaned over a little more, “I’d like a black coffee, miss.”
“Yeah, of course.” You smiled to him, taking a deep breath before turning around to make his coffee. His gaze immediately lend on your ass in those jeans skirt. He licked his lips and smirked at the sight.
After few minutes, his coffee was finally ready, and you immediately served it to him. “There it is.” You said as you gently placed the cup on the counter.
He laughed once, “Thank you, pretty girl.” He winked, turned around and disappeared.
The next Sunday, Gator was at church, it was a record at this point. Gator Tillman coming to service two Sundays in a row was truly impressive. He was still siting at the back, still watching you. This time you were wearing a white embroidered blouse with a baby yellow shorts that reached down to your knees, and an other cute pair of suede ballet flats. Your hair were in a messy French braid, that gold necklace still hang around your neck and today you did a light makeup, just some blush and some mascara.
Gator licked his lips while his eyes roamed over your body, your clothes clung to the right places, leaving just enough for his imagination and making him bite on his lower lips. You looked so innocent sitting there in front of the Pastor, smiling widely when he looked at you while repeating his sermon.
When the ceremony ended you quickly got up and your gaze catches his. He nodded at you from the other side of the buidling, a way to say hello, with a slight smile on his face. You got out first, he was busy talking with the pastor, and when you walked past him his eyes instantly focused on you, making your cheeks flush pink and a faint smile spread across your face.
When you reached your car and sat inside, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Why does Gator Tillman have such an effect on you ? Why did you kept thinking about him for the past few days ? Why were you blushing every time he was around you ? Why do you get butterflies in your stomach every time he calls you ‘pretty girl’ ?
You took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, closing your eyes. Then you started the car — at least you tried, because a weird sound came from the engine making it impossible for the car to start.
“Shit-” You said under your breath. If your mother had heard you she would have told you to put a dollar in the jar for the curse you just pronounced. A stupid rule she imposed when you were five, after learning a lot of curse words from the boys in your neighbourhood. That rule never really disappeared, it just became a habit.
Suddenly Gator’s head appeared behind the window, before gently tapping on it. You rolled down the window and smiled softly to him.
“A problem, miss ? Heard your car making a weird sound.” His hand gripped to the roof of your vehicle, as he leaned down to see you better.
“Can I take a look ?” He nodded to the front of your car.
You nodded as an answer, then he opened the hood and leaned down again to check on the engine. You stayed beside for the whole five minutes he spend searching for an answer to your problem. But he found nothing.
“‘Don’t really see what’s wrong in there.” He straightens and wiped his hands. You couldn’t help but stared at them. His veins were thick, his fingers long and his forearms, god his forearms, they were breathtaking. A white soft skin, full of freckles and moles. You bit your lower lip, your heart beat fastened somehow and your cheeks flushed pink once again.
When you lifted your head and found his eyes, he was smiling and scoffed once, shaking his head slowly. “Can I offer you a ride ?”
“A- a rid- Yes, yeah, please.” You tried to smile, but your entire face turned red now. Either from embarrassment, either because the most handsome man (in your opinion) just offered you a ride home. He laughed once again, walked towards his car and sat in the driver seat before you could even start to walk.
You moved quickly when he closed the door and reached for the passenger seat. You sat down, and even before you could close the door, Gator started driving.
“So,” He started after driving for five minutes, “where do you live ?”
“After Roy-” You cleared your throat, “your father’s election sign, you turn on the first one on the right, it’s the first white house you see after 2 miles.”
You spent the last 10 minutes in a pure silence, the only sound behind the hum of the car. When you arrived, he parked in the hallway and stopped the engine, before turning toward you.
“You’ve arrived to your destination, miss.” He said with a playful grin.
You smiled shyly again, “Thank you.. Mister.”
He laughed quietly, “Call me Gator, baby.”
Your breath catches and your face turn red for the hundredth time since you met him last week. Baby ? You gave him a small smile before opening the passenger door and stepping a foot on the ground.
“See ‘ya.” He smirked, driving away. You exhaled slowly and took a deep breath before finally getting inside your house.
When you opened the door your mom stood beside the door, she was putting on her mud boots to go feed the horse.
“Oh, hey mom.” You smiled to her, your face was still red and unfortunately she noticed.
“Hey, girl.” She smiled back, “Gator’s making you such an effect.” She laughed.
You laughed quietly, closing the door behind you. “No, no I just-” You shook your head and smiled foolishly. And without finishing your sentence you climbed up the stairs to your room, hearing your mother laughing downstairs.
You threw yourself on your bed and kicked your feet in the air from excitement. Gator called you baby, and told you to call him by his name, after driving you home. Typic romcom story. It was stupid because this probably meant nothing. But you never really had a boyfriend before and nobody ever talked or looked at you the way Gator did.
On the drive back to the Tillman’s ranch, Gator bit his lips thinking about you. He had a new idea, a new goal. This goal was you. Gator wanted to fuck you. His cock hardened at the thought of you vulnerable under him, for him.
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