Summary : Working with Gator Tillman wasn't as bad as you thought. But when one joke goes too far, Gator might have to admit there’s more behind all those trips to your desk than either of you is willing to say.
TW : slight hurt/comfort, smut, unprotected p in v, breeding kink, oral (f receiving), dirty talk
A/N : There it is ! Not sure if I tagged everyone who wanted to be, lmk if I forgot about you
You had been working at the Stark County Sheriff's Department for six months when you realized Deputy Gator Tillman was probably the most annoying man you had ever met. It had taken him considerably less time to notice you, only three days, apparently. You knew because Bowman had told you. According to him, Gator had walked past your desk twice on your first morning, found absolutely no reason to speak to you, then spent lunch asking who the new girl was while pretending he wasn't asking who the new girl was. But you would never tell Gator you knew that, mostly because you enjoyed watching him act like he had barely noticed you existed.
Six months later, he found approximately twelve reasons a day to stop by your desk, and none of them were good. You worked in administration which, in practice, meant you spent most of your day fixing everyone else's paperwork like incident reports, arrest records or court documents. Anything the deputies couldn't be bothered to fill out correctly eventually ended up on your desk. Weirdly enough, Gator’s paperwork ended up there more than anyone else's.
You suspected he did it on purpose, he denied it and you didn't believe him. Your relationship with Gator had developed into something you weren't entirely sure how to describe yet. You annoyed each other constantly, he stole your favorite pens and you corrected his reports with sarcastic notes, he called you sweetheart because he knew you hated it while you called him Deputy Tillman because you had discovered he hated the way you said it.
Somewhere along the way, the insults had started sounding suspiciously like flirting, and while neither of you acknowledged that, everyone else did.
It was almost 6PM at the station, you were working late when the front doors opened. You looked up from your computer as Gator walked inside, one hand gripping the arm of a man who could barely stand. He stumbled and the deputy yanked him upright. “Come on.” He pushed him forward again and the man nearly walked into the wall. You watched, kind of amused when your eyes met Gator’s. “Don’t.” You couldn’t hold in your smile anymore.
“Yeah for once.” You put a hand over your heart.
“Ouch.” Gator grinned, and the drunk man looked between you before he stopped walking.
“Holy shit.” Gator’s attention returned to him, and he pulled his arm.
“Keep moving shitbird.” The man ignored him as his eyes stayed on you.
“They got hot girls like that working here ?” You raised an eyebrow and watched how Gator's expression changed.
“Oh I know what you're saying.” He pushed him forward, way harder this time and he stumbled.
“Hey ! You fucking pushed me.”
“You were walking too slow.” You covered your mouth, this was the funniest thing that happened in weeks at the station. Gator’s head snapped towards you. “Don't encourage him.” The man looked back at you, and you could see in his eyes how intoxicated he was.
“You got a boyfriend ?” He asked you, trying to sound flirty but clearly failing. Gator shoved him forward again and this time, the man nearly fell.
“Watch your step.” The deputy smiled and you shook your head when Gator dragged the man towards the back of the station. A few minutes later, he returned alone. You didn't look up when you heard his footsteps stopping right in front of your desk. You continued typing while Gator waited, clearing his throat. “You busy ?”
“Never heard of it.” He smirked.
“Oh I can tell.” Gator leaned against the counter but you still didn’t look at him.
“You gonna ignore me mama ?” You didn’t reply, biting your lower lip to keep the smile from spreading on your face, which made him smirk. “You know, that guy had a point. We do have hot girls working here at the station.” You stopped typing and slowly looked up at him, who was leaning against the counter.
“Wow, that was such a terrible line.” His smile disappeared.
“No, it wasn’t, you’re blushing.”
“I'm not, it’s just hot in here. And maybe I’m sick.” Gator leaned closer, you could smell the mix of his strawberry vape and gun oil coming from him.
“Want me to check your temperature ?”
“With what ?” His eyebrows lifted, he clearly wasn’t expecting that answer, and you realized right as the words came out of your mouth how wrong that sounded. You pointed a finger towards him. “Don't.”
“I didn't say anything.” Gator grinned hard, amused by the way your cheeks were reddening. You returned your attention to your computer.
“Go away. Don't you have police things to do ? Arrest someone ?”
“Doing it right now.” You looked up again as he flashed his white teeth to you, way too proud of himself. You’re not sure why, but you felt your heart swell a little looking at him like this. You just shook your head and went back to your reports. He tapped his fingers twice on your desk, still grinning, and walked away towards his own office. When he closed his door, you let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Shit, he really did something to you.
About thirty minutes later, he came out again, immediately checking if you were still here. You were almost done with today’s work when he decided to come back to your desk, once again leaning against the counter wearing this stupid smile on his face. “I think you're obsessed with me.” You said, and he laughed.
“Obsessed ? That’s a big word.”
“I can explain it if you need help.”
“I know what it means. Means you're delusional mama.”
“Then why are you still standing here ?” He glanced around and gestured towards the American flag pinned on the wall.
“You've been spending way too much time at my desk when you have you own.”
“Not as comfortable as yours.”
“You steal my favorite pens constantly.”
“Better pens.” He just shrugged, grinning again and God, he was pissing you off and turning you on at the same damn time. You decided to go for the kill.
“You threatened Michael when he asked me out.” Gator stopped moving for a few seconds, his smile fainting. “Ah ! That one got you.”
“So you are obsessed with me.” You raised your eyebrows playfully, you had cornered him, and Gator Tillman hated being cornered. You saw something change across his face, it wasn’t playful anymore.
“You're a pain in my ass. You’re the one sitting behind a desk waiting for me to come talk to you every day. Which one of us is obsessed again ? Trust me sweetheart, if I actually wanted a woman, I could do a hell of a lot better than the girl who files my paperwork.” You froze completely, the smile disappeared from your face and Gator saw it happen, already regretting the words that came out of his mouth.
“Right.” Was all you managed to get out. Gator's jaw tightened, he knew he had fucked up and gone too far, you could see it on his face. He opened his mouth again, shaking his head slightly, and for one stupid second, you actually thought he might apologize. But Gator was a Tillman, and Tillmans didn't apologize.
“Whatever.” He muttered as you looked back at your computer. He pushed himself away from the counter and you heard his boots against the floor. He made it three steps before stopping, but you refused to look at him again, so he kept walking and slammed his office door shut again. Your hands were still resting on the keyboard, but you couldn't remember what you'd been doing. You both had been flirting for weeks and that was the first time he actually said something hurtful. You looked at the unfinished report in front of you, then at the clock. You still had work to do but didn’t care, you just turned off your computer, grabbed your coat and purse and left the building.
The next morning, you struggled to wake up, Gator’s words still echoing in your head. You'd almost called in sick, but instead, you walked into the sheriff's department ten minutes early. The bullpen was still half empty as you set your bag down, shrugged off your coat, and reached for your favorite pen. Your hand stopped halfway there, and you frowned. Your pencil cup was completely full with all the different pens Gator had spent the last six months stealing every chance he got.
You counted them, and they were all back in their place. A little smile tugged at your lips, but you quickly turned on your computer and sat down in your chair, trying to ignore the weird felling in your gut. “Idiot.”
For the next hour, you buried yourself in paperwork, trying to shut your brain off for the next few hours. Then, heavy boots echoed across the floor, you didn't have to look up to know who was there. A stack of reports landed neatly on your desk. “I need a stamp.” You looked at the papers, then at Gator who stood on the other side of the counter, hands shoved into his pockets. You glanced at the reports, every section was complete, no blank boxes, no coffee stains, everything was absolutely perfect, you had nothing to change. You slowly looked back at him, he was scratching the back of his neck.
“I filled these out like you usually do.” He said, looking almost embarrassed. You'd never seen paperwork this clean from him, not even once. When you reached the last page, a small yellow sticky note was attached to the corner. You peeled it off to look at it.
Couldn't have done it without the girl who files my paperwork
You looked back up at him as he was staring at the floor, not daring to meet your eyes. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, you had never seen him nervous before, it was almost unsettling. “So… I was an asshole.” Gator exhaled sharply before letting out a small laugh. “I don't even know why I said that. You got me cornered and … I panicked.” He let a small silence settle between the two of you, and spoke again after a few seconds. “Truth is...without you I'd probably have been fired months ago.” You couldn't help it, the corner of your mouth lifted and Gator relaxed just a little. “I meant what I wrote. And… I'm sorry.” The words sounded almost painful coming from him.
You studied his face for a second, there wasn't a trace of his usual cocky grin, just an awkward deputy who looked like he'd rather arrest five drunk guys than have this conversation right now. You smiled, and finally said something.
“It's okay.” His face lit up slightly after hearing your voice.
“You sure ? I was a dick.”
“You were.” You reached for your stamp and pressed it onto the first page. “But I forgive you.” His shoulders visibly loosened, and he exhaled loudly through his nose. You handed the reports back to him and he cleared his throat, gathering the courage to speak.
“I am obsessed with you.” You laughed.
“So you're admitting it ?”
“I figured I'd save us both some time.” You rested your elbows on the desk.
“I'll treasure this moment forever.” He rolled his eyes and immediately looked nervous again. He started to shift on his feet again.
“Do you…” He stopped, and you waited while he looked everywhere except at you. “Do you wanna go to the fair tonight ? Like … with me ?” You didn’t reply, quite stunned by what he just said. His confidence disappeared alarmingly fast when he realized you weren’t saying anything. “You don’t have to I mean … I just…”
“I'd love to.” The tension left his shoulders all at once.
“Oh.” A grin spread across his face before he could stop it. “Okay.” He adjusted the reports under his arm. “I'll pick you up at six then.”
“You know where I live ?” He looked at you like you'd asked the dumbest question imaginable.
“I'm a deputy, I know where everybody lives.” You laughed.
“I'll see you at six Gator.” He nodded once and turned around.
“See you tonight, paperwork girl.” You rolled your eyes.
“Go do your job, Tillman.”
“Yes, ma’am.” You watched him leave, then looked down at the sticky note still resting beside your keyboard. A smile slowly spread across your face, and it stayed there long after Gator had left your desk.
At exactly six o'clock, someone knocked on your front door. You opened the door, Gator stood on your porch, one hand tucked into the pocket of a dark jacket, the other resting against the doorframe. He'd traded his uniform for jeans, clean boots, and a dark button-up with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. He looked… handsome. His eyes met yours. “Well ? You gonna keep staring ?”
“You clean up alright.” He smirked.
“So do you.” Your cheeks warmed and you grabbed your purse and phone after he nodded towards the driveway. “You ready ?”
“Yeah.” He opened the passenger door of his cruiser for you and you climbed in. He winked at you right before he closed the door, and your heart flipped inside your chest.
The fair was already packed, music echoed in the air from somewhere beyond the rides, mixing with laughter, the clatter of machinery, and the smell of fried dough. Gator looked around.
“So… You scared of heights ?”
“No.” He pointed towards the tallest ride in the park.
Twenty minutes later, you were both stumbling off the ride, your legs barely working anymore. Gator offered you his arm to hold on to while you were feeling dizzy, and you took it, resting most of your weight onto him. When you felt better, you went to the next attraction and made him ride the spinning teacups in revenge. You were both laughing and having an amazing time, you almost forgot you were at the fair with Gator fucking Tillman.
Later, he stopped in front of a shooting booth. “Oh yes !” He shouted as the man behind the booth handed him the rifle. You crossed your arms.
“This kinda feels unfair considering you’re a deputy.”
“It is.” He shot six times, all perfect hits. The booth owner sighed before reaching for the biggest stuffed bear on the shelf and Gator accepted it with a grin that could've powered half the fair. He turned towards you.
“Easy for you, you carry a gun for a living.” He placed a hand over his heart.
“You're saying years of highly specialized law enforcement training gave me an advantage over twelve-year-olds ? I prefer to think it's natural talent.” You laughed loudly and he held the bear out. “For you.” You took it, smile even bigger now.
“Thank you, I love it.” His grin softened.
The rest of the evening slipped by way too fast. You shared a basket of fries while arguing over who'd stolen more of them and he bought funnel cake because you'd stopped for half a second to look at it. You insisted you could pay for your own food but he ignored you completely. “You're not paying.”
“Because I asked you out.” He paid and you let him, mostly because you were beginning to understand that arguing with Gator Tillman was a complete waste of energy. By the time he walked you back to the cruiser, your cheeks hurt from laughing.
He pulled into your driveway just before ten, but neither of you reached for the doors. “I had fun.” He said, turning towards you.
“Good.” You unbuckled your seatbelt.
“Do you wanna come in for a bit ?” You asked him, hoping he would say yes.
You opened your front door and set the stuffed bear on the couch before slipping your shoes off while Gator looked around. You walked into the kitchen. “You want something to drink ?”
“Do you have beer ?” He leaned against the kitchen island.
“I do have beer.” You opened the fridge and handed him a bottle. He took it, your fingers brushing for just a second. You grabbed yourself a soda and leaned against the opposite side of the island while Gator took a sip of his drink before looking around your kitchen. Having him here in your kitchen felt weird and exciting at the same time. You decided to tease him a little bit. “So… You’re actually obsessed with me, huh ?” He froze for a second, wasn’t expecting that, but he quickly recovered. He made his way around the island, now looming over you so close you could feel his breath on your skin.
“You sure you wanna ask me that question while I’m standing here in your kitchen ? Because eventually, I’ll stop pretending I don’t know you’re flirting with me.”
He was so much taller than you, so you looked up to lock your eyes with his. He raised his hand and placed it on the side of your neck, pulling you closer slightly before crashing his lips into yours. Your arms wrapped around his neck while his wrapped around your waist. You gasped lightly and he took this opportunity to let his tongue inside your mouth, his teeth catching your bottom lip and pulling just enough to make your breath hitch. The two of you made out in the middle of the kitchen for a few seconds, before his hands reached for the back of your thighs and lifted you so you were now sitting on the kitchen island, with Gator between your parted legs.
He slowly left your lips to place wet kisses down your neck all the way to your chest, his stubble along his jaw scrapping your skin, until he reached the front zipper of your dress. He looked up at you, as if he was silently asking you if this was okay. You nodded and his mouth was back on your skin while his hands worked the zipper. Once your dress was opened, he took a small step back to properly look at you, and especially at the black lingerie set you were wearing just for him. He went still for a few seconds, his breath left him with a small groan as his eyes dragged down your body. “Holy shit, you’ve been wearing this the whole time ? You’re so fucking pretty.”
You spread your legs further so he could settle between them, and his calloused palms from work found your waist, thumb tracing the edge of your bralette’s lace. He was really taking his time, looking at every detail on your body to be sure he would memorize them. When his gaze found yours again, something dark flickered in his eyes. “God, you have no idea what I’m about to do to you.” Then, his hand slid lower, his fingertips now tracing the waistband of the high-waisted thong you were wearing, before dipping beneath it. You grabbed his shoulder, your fingers digging in his skin through his shirt.
His middle and ring fingers found your already wet folds, and he didn’t ease in, he pushed them inside knuckle deep while his palm pressed against your clit. “Look at that … How are you this wet already, fuck.” He whispered with his mouth against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Your started grinding on his palm, your hand still holding tight onto his shoulder. He smirked, and started to move his fingers inside you.
When he reached somewhere deep inside, a loud moan escaped you, and his smirk grew bigger, if that was even possible. “Yeah, that’s your spot right here ?” He pressed his fingers on the exact same spot and your vision blurred, nodding your head like a maniac. “There it is, such a good fucking girl.” He worked you with a rhythm that said he knew exactly what he was doing, and your head fell back, allowing him to bite gently at your neck. “You’re gonna come on my fingers, then I’m gonna put my mouth on you and you’re gonna come again, you understand me ?”
You nodded, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he suddenly stopped moving his fingers. “Nah, I wanna hear you say it. Tell me you understand.”
“Yes, I understand Gator.” You managed to reply, voice broken. He started to move again, fingers pumping faster while his thumb started to rub circles around your clit, wet sounds now filling the kitchen. The coil in your belly tightened, and you dug your nails even deeper in his shoulder, making him wince a little. He was watching your face closely, inspecting every reaction, knowing damn well you were getting close. “Come on baby, give it to me.” And that did it, your orgasm hit hard enough to make you cry out, hips bucking against his hand. He didn’t stop, didn’t even slow as he finger fucked you through it until you were trembling and gasping for air.
After a few seconds, he withdrew his fingers, pulling away slightly. “I’m gonna taste you, but you need to let go of my shoulder mama.” You looked down and realized your fingers were still wrapped tightly around it, so you did let go. He instantly dropped to his knees in front of you.
“Gator, what are you doing ?” You asked, panting and his eyes lifted to meet yours.
“Well, we are in the kitchen right now. So, I’m gonna eat.” His fingers slid your panties aside as his mouth latched on to your pussy and you whined when he placed your legs on his shoulders. “Shit, you taste so good. Tell me what you like… no, show me what you like.” He said, his tongue now flicking around your clit. His eyes stayed totally focused on your reactions, you moaned gently and he shook his head between your thighs.
Then, he tried to circle his tongue around you, and that made you completely lose it, still sensitive from your previous orgasm. You could feel him smirking against your pussy as he understood that circling his tongue was what you liked the most. His fingers were back inside you in record time as he was switching patterns with his mouth so you could never anticipate the next sensation.
“Ride my face baby, don’t be shy and take what you need, use me.” His other hand gripped your waist and pulled, dragging you against his mouth and you took over, your thighs flexing against his shoulders as you rolled against his tongue. The coil built again, tighter this time, and his dirty talk didn’t stop even as he was eating you out, pieces of filth mumbled into your core, telling you how good you tasted, how hard he was and how long he had wanted this.
“Gator … I’m close again.” You managed to get out between two ragged breaths.
“Don’t hold back, come on my face, please. Let me have it baby.” And once again, you shattered, arching your back as a scream tore from your throat, waves of pleasure crashing into you again and again, making your thighs clamp around his head. He licked you through every pulse until you were whimpering from overstimulation and pushing weakly at his forehead. He groaned a little, getting one last taste before he got up from his knees, his face glistening. His eyes seemed to be even hungrier than before as he unbuckled his belt and popped his jean buttons.
“I can’t wait anymore, I was gonna have you suck me but I need to be inside you so bad. I fantasized about this for far too long.” You heard the sound of his zipper before you finally managed to look at him again.
“Yeah ? You fantasize about me Gator ?”
“Hell yeah. What am I supposed to think about at night, cases ? Fuck that shit, I spend my nights thinking about you and how much I wanna fuck you.” He said as he freed himself. His cock was thick and hard when he pumped a few times, his eyes locked on where you laid on the kitchen island. He stepped between your thighs again, pressing the tip of his cock on your entrance, making the both of you groan. He didn’t push, not yet, just rested the head of his cock there on your wetness. “Tell me you want it.”
“I want it. Fuck me please, Gator.” You said and he sank inside you in one slow thrust. Your hand found his shoulder once again through his shirt, and you realized he was still fully dressed while you were half naked. When he bottomed out inside you, he gave you a few seconds to adjust before his hips pulled back and snapped forward again. His pace was punishing, every thrust taking the air out of your lungs while the kitchen echoed with wet noises and the sound of skin slapping skin. When your eyes started to roll to the back of your head again, his hand grabbed your throat hard enough to force you to look at him. “Nu-huh, don’t roll your eyes, I wanna see you at all times.”
You couldn’t speak, so you just nodded. “Gonna pound you right now okay ? Keep looking at me baby. I’m gonna fuck you like you deserve.” He mewled and his other hand grabbed your hip. He wasn’t lying, his hips snapping so hard against yours you were literally seeing stars. His thumb found your clit once again, it was so sensitive you tried to back up, but between his hand on your throat and the kitchen island, it was making it impossible to move.
“Fuck, I feel your pussy squeezing me, you gonna come again ? Give it to me one more time baby ? I’m getting close too, where do you want me ?” You couldn’t think straight anymore.
“Inside. Please Gator, inside.” Something feral sparked in his expression
“Yeah, you want that ? Want me to pump you full ?” His hips jackhammered faster, breath coming in harsh grunts. ”Gonna fucking breed you, fill this pretty pussy so full of my cum it's leaking out of you for days. You want that ? Tell me again.”
“I want your cum inside me.” Your words broke him, his rhythm shattered and his thrusts turned desperate. He groaned as he buried himself to the hilt and held there. You felt every pulse, every hot surge of his release filling you, and between the sensation and the look of pure pleasure on his face, you came again. Your walls clenched around him, milking him dry and he kept his thumb circling your clit thought it all, until you were nothing but a trembling mess beneath him, nails digging in his shoulder once again. After a few seconds, he broke the silence.
“You need to let go of me baby, I’m gonna pull out.” You tightened your arms around him and Gator stopped moving, laughing quietly. “Or not.” His arms wrapped around you properly this time, pulling you closer against his chest. “Are you okay ?” You just nodded, resting your head on his shoulder while he was still inside you. You both stayed like that for a while, his arms still around you, one hand moving slowly up and down your back.
After a while, Gator shifted. “Alright.” He hesitated. “I’m gonna move now, I need to pull out baby.” You reluctantly loosened your arms and he withdrew his cock from inside you, his cum leaking on your kitchen counter. He disappeared towards your hallway, and came back a few seconds later carrying a warm towel. He gently pressed it against you to clean you up as best as he could. When he was done, he tossed the towel aside and helped you get down from the counter, holding onto you in case your legs weren’t working properly yet.
A smug grin spread across his face as Gator shook his head. “Hell of a first date. Can’t wait to see what you’ve got planned for the second one.”
“And look how well that worked out for me.” You shoved his shoulder but Gator barely moved, he just grinned. “Second date tomorrow ?”
“You’re asking me out again right now ? Knew you were obsessed with me.” He leaned closer, still smiling before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.
“You’re right. I’m fucking obsessed with you.”
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