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[oohlillie]

⟶ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑜𝑢𝑡

𝘑𝘰𝘦 𝘒𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

wc : 1.7K

summary : Realizing how hot your boyfriend is when seeing him working out.

warnings : explicit sexual content; 18+; SMUT; unprotected piv; oral sex (f receiving); fingering; male masturbation; no use of y/n; gentle sex; FLUFF; established relationship; pet names; (tell me if i missed some !!) possible grammatical errors; not proofread; english is not my first language

💌 lillie talks : I haven’t posted a smutty fic in almost a month ?? CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT ?? Cause i cannot. Anyways this took me so long to write for some reason, im so lazy i’m struggling writing these days. Read more of my work here : masterlist. Request are always open, feel free to ask anything !

Your relationship with Joe was perfect, even though you'd only been together for four months.

He was the most romantic man you’ve ever met and the most perfect in your opinion. He began to buy you flowers regularly, for no particular reason, it was just because he loved you. He noticed every mood changes of yours and immediately felt concerned every time your expression shift. Being in a relationship with Joe was definitely easy.

But the thing you loved the most was how respectful he was. His love language being physical touch led to gentle touches from him. Like holding your hand at every moment, grabbing your waist to move you or gently squeeze your thigh under the table during long dinner, just to check if you were okay. All this without pushing things further, he insisted that the relationship should go at your pace and that he didn’t wanted to do things you didn’t wanted to do, always waiting for you to take the first step.

Obviously, he wanted you to literally jump on him and kiss him desperately, all while begging him to fuck you — he was still a man, but a respectful one.

You felt like your relationship was perfect like this, and that sex was just a plus. Not that you didn’t wanted to have sex with him, of course you did, but right now it wasn’t your priority. Though the amount of time you’d touched yourself, thinking about his dick inside you said quite the opposite.

That evening, you entered Joe’s apartment quietly, he always left the door unlocked whenever he knew you were coming. You frowned when you opened the door and called for him but got no answer. He wasn’t in the living room, neither in the kitchen.

You gently set your bag and your coat on his couch, before removing your shoes and tossing them somewhere in the room. You ‘made yourself at home’ like Joe always told you.

You wandered around his apartment, calling his name, still having no answer. But every single room was empty, the bedroom, the home studio and the bathroom, desert. Until you heard a metallic sound coming from the end of the hallway. You slowly walked toward the room from where the sound came. The door was cracked-open and a dim light came from behind.

You glanced inside the room and saw Joe, planking in the middle of the room on a gym mat. He was shirtless, wearing just a short with the band of his Calvin Klein boxers peaking out. His headphones were tight around his head as he was whimpering from the effort. Sweat ran down his muscled and tensed back.

Your breath caught and your cheeks burned. You’d never truly realized how hot he was before. You’d already saw him half naked, multiple times, and saw him sweating on stage while jumping around and singing. But right now, seeing him working out was something else. Something you’d never seen before, and really enjoyed watching right now.

You licked your lips before capturing them between your teeth, leaning against the doorframe to get a better view through those small inches. The corner of your mouth twitched, turning into a discret smirk.

He was completely out of breath and the little sharp sound leaving his lips instantly made you think about what he could possibly sound like when having an orgasm.

Butterflies quickly found their way into your stomach, making your heart beat fastened and a weird feeling between your thighs.

When he couldn’t take it anymore, he collapsed onto the floor, his eyes shutting down while he tried to catch his breath. He then rolled on his back and finally saw you standing in front of the door. He smiled and immediately stood up, tossing his headphones aside his cheeks were flushed and his forehead dripping sweat.

You opened the door and crossed the room in few steps, before wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands landed on your hips, pulling you closer to his chest.

“Hey, baby.” He kissed your forehead, but you grabbed him by the neck to crash your lips on his. He laughed quietly between to kisses.

“Hey.” You murmured against his mouth after pulling away, smiling foolishly.

You started kissing his cheek, his jaw, going further down his neck and to his collarbone, “You shouldn’t be kissing me like that, i’m sweaty.” He laughed, his grip on your waist tightening.

“I don’t care.” You continued your way down and started kissing his hairy chest. But before you could go further, one of his hand grabbed your chin, tilting your head to make you look at him.

“What are you doing, pretty girl ?” He smiled.

You bit your lips, “Nothing.. You just look really hot right now.”

He laughed quietly, “All sweaty and panting ?” He frowned slightly.

“You’d be surprised.” He smiled completely now and leaned down for another kiss. The kiss was different, deeper and meaningful. Like you were finally crossing a line you’d never crossed before, which made no sense because you make out with Joe almost every night. But this kiss das definitely different, full of unsaid feelings and thoughts.

You pulled away for a moment, taking a time to catch your breath. His gaze was stuck in yours and you bit your lips for the tenth time.

Then you reached for his hand, tangling your fingers together. You pulled him toward you and guided him to his bedroom, which was right in front of the ‘home gym’.

When you entered the room, you turned around and closed the door, not like anyone could see you but it felt more comfortable like that. Joe’s brows furrowed, the corner of his mouth lifting. You turned back around to capture his lips in another kiss, his hand found the small of your back and pulled you closer, while his thumb drew slow circles on your skin.

He guided you back on to his bed by your waist, and pushed you down on it with his own body, his lips still stuck to yours. His breath was hot on your face, the kiss lingering longer than usual, full of wet sounds and all teeth and tongue. One of his hand started exploring your body, still not touching your ‘intimate’ parts, while the other rested behind your head, fingers stroking your hair slowly.

“Joe, please touch me.” You almost whimpered in his ear when he started kissing your neck.

He looked at you for a second, “You’re sure, baby ?” He asked quietly.

You just nodded as an answer and crashed your lips back on his. Then his hand finally slipped under your shirt and cupped one of your breast, making you gasp into his mouth. His thumb started teasing your hardened nipple, and the other moved to your face to brush your cheek gently.

You could feel his erection growing between your thighs, teasing your already sensitive clit. His hips started buckling against yours, creating an erotic friction between your bodies.

His fingers quickly found the hem of your shirt, pulling it off of you and breaking the kiss, leaving you in just a bra. His mouth lowered down, kissing your jaw and neck, before your collarbone and ending on your chest. Where he left small blue marks. His hand now moved to yours back and unclipped your bra, freeing you completely now. His mouth quickly found your nipple, making you moan and throw your head into the mattress. His other hand found your other nipple and pinched it slightly. Your hand landed on his hair, pulling on them slightly.

“Joe, please, I want more.” You whimpered again, your back arching against him.

He didn’t hesitate and started unbuttoning your pants, getting them off of you in a quick motion. You were now half naked under him, a small piece of lace covering your intimacy. But then his hand found the hem of your panties and pulled it down abruptly, making you laugh.

His fingers started moving through your folds, “You’re so wet, baby.” Your back arched again from the sensation.

Then before you could react, his mouth crashed on your pussy and his tongue started circling your clit, making you moan. Two fingers quickly joined his mouth and started pupping into you. But you wanted more, you were tired of pretending that you didn’t wanted that since you met him.

“Please, Joe.” You whined.

“Tell me what you want, pretty girl.” His fingers kept moving inside you.

“Fuck me, baby.” You begged.

He didn’t answer, just took off his pants and boxer at the same time. His thick cock was hard against his stomach. You looked down and bit your lips seeing his veiny member, already leaking precum. You reached down, your hand wrapping around him, a moan leaving his lips. You started stroking him slowly, his head fell on your shoulder as you moved your hand and him whimpering in your ear.

He gently gripped your wrist to put it aside, before grabbing himself and lining up with your entrance. He slowly pushed inside you, both of you moaning at the sensation. He slowly pulled out before thrusting back in.

“Fuck-” You whined as he started thrusting more in a steady rhythm.

His mouth found yours again while your nails dig into his back, leaving red marks. A new moan got out of your mouth at every thrust. Your walls started clenching around him, sucking him.

“You feel so good-” He moaned in your ear.

You felt your orgasm getting closer and closer. His hand flew to your clit, adding pressure on it. That was all you needed, your orgasm crashing over you as you screamed his name. He spilled inside you, painting your inside walls and moaning loudly in your ear. But he kept thrusting, shoving his leak deep inside you. And crashed over you, his breath hot in your neck.

“That was amazing, love.” He said quietly kissing that soft spot beside your ear.

You smiled foolishly, still dizzy from the action, “Yeah, it was perfect.”

He lifted his head and looked at you, smiling foolishly before kissing you again.

Few hours later, you fell asleep in his arms while he stroked your hair and kissed your temple. You definitely loved the way he sounds when having sex, and you already knew that from now on, you would do more gym exercises with him.

tags : @baisangels @xoxocelestial @unclejeezysblog @xceafh @corabrown19 @djomama123 @whispersoflost @us3r4682 @dragemballz @hexyissy @theoceanis6milesdeep

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[oohlillie]

⟶ 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑝𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠

𝘑𝘰𝘦 𝘒𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

wc : 1.7K

summary : Just a short meet cute with Joe 🤓

warnings : nothing just pure FLUFF; possible grammatical errors; english is not my first language

💌 lillie talks : yes this was inspired by Dua Lipa and Callum Turner, and yes i often day dream about this. Read more of my work here : masterlist. Request are always open, feel free to ask anything ! Also let me know if you want a part 2 because im absolutely down for it.

Your eyes blinked open to the pale morning light spilling through the curtains of your bedroom. The clock on your nightstand reads 9:12 a.m., early for a Saturday morning after a long week at work.

You lie still for few minutes, wrapped in warm blankets and head tugged into the pillows, listening to the distant sound of New York City. With a sleepy stretch, you push yourself upright and sat in your bed, looking around in your bedroom. It was small but not unusual in this city. The hardwood floors creeks beneath your feet as you stand up and shuffle toward the kitchen, wearing one of your favorite pajamas and fuzzy socks.

The windows were half open, letting the fresh air of spring entering the apartment. You stop in front of one of them and stare outside. The sky was blue and birds sang, you knew it was gonna be a great day.

The best thing with weekends is that most of the time you don’t have anything planned, or at least nobody expect something from you. It’s just two days a week where you can have good time, whether you’re alone or not.

While sipping your coffee, sitting on the stairs of the fire escape you thought about your day. About what you could possibly do in this huge city, because when you have too much choices you can’t really choose.

You

Wanna hang out ?

You’d texted your friends. But unfortunately one of them replied that she worked on weekends, an other one already had plans, and the last one was on her honeymoon on the other side of the world.

You sighed and decided that a day out alone was also a good idea. So after finishing your breakfast, you jumped back in your apartment and got ready to go out. You took a long shower that woke you up even more. You did your hair the way you liked, and so your makeup, and wore one of your favorite outfit. You really loved getting all dressed-up just for yourself, so you could enjoy every time you passed by a mirror or a window outside.

Your plan for the day was : shopping, lunch in your favorite restaurant and walking around the city while listening to music.

After walking around town for about fifteen minutes, you finally reached the city center, where most of the stores are located. You decide to go first to the bookstore where you usually buy your books, after remembering that most of your friends had recommended a book to you.

They kept saying that it was a psychological novel, but a romantic one at the same time and that you absolutely had to read it. Whatever kind of book it is, they guaranteed that you’ll be in tears by the end. So after listening to them talk about it for the past six months, you finally decided to buy it.

You wandered through the aisles, looking for that blue book, and stopping sometimes when you saw other books from your wishlist. You picked up two books, two romance novels and kept looking for the recommendation. And after searching it for almost twenty minutes — you always spend too much time in libraries — you finally find it.

But when you reach for it, your hand suddenly bumps into someone else’s hand. You turn around and offer a polite and embarrassed smile to the man standing next to you.

He was approximately a head taller than you. Brunette, hazel eyes, big nose and a charming crooked smile. He laughed once, “Sorry.” His voice was raspy and deep but fruity at the same time. You remembered where you were, which means that this man reads. Definitely your type.

“Sorry.” You almost said at the same time making your smile widen, “Go ahead.” You gesture to the book with your hand.

“Oh no, no, please.” He insisted, stepping back slightly to make space.

You smile again and reach for the book, finally grabbing it and turning it around to read the summary. You notice the man beside you, reach for the same book.

You glanced up at him holding the book, “My friends recommended it so many times, I can guarantee that it’s a great book.” He smiled at you and laughed once, again, “I mean, from what I heard.” You laughed.

“i’ll take it then.” He smiled, “Have a great day.” He nodded once, before turning around and walking toward the cashier.

“Yeah, thank you, have a great day.” You said quieter. You watched him disappear between the aisles and continued your research for other books.

The day stretched and you kept doing some shopping. You bought few new clothes and new skin care products. Around 1 p.m. you sat at a cute bagels restaurant where you’d already eaten a while back and which you really loved. And by the afternoon, after dropping your few bags at your apartment you decided to go on a little run in Central Park, music blasting into your ears.

But still, something never left your mind. That man in the library, that didn’t said more than fifteen words but said enough to spark your imagination. You thought about him while eating. You thought about him while shopping. And you thought about him while running.

His white skin, slightly tanned. Those two moles on his left cheek. His well-drawn jaw. That small beard and moustache. And his Adam’s apple moving on each letter of his words. All those little details you managed to remember in few seconds.

There was no doubt, this was the man of your dreams. He took every disposable space in your head, making butterflies appear in your stomach on few words.

A week later, the ‘mysterious’ man still lived in your mind. You thought about him almost every day, and talked about him to your friends, the one that recommended the book.

“And he was so beautiful.” You stated one evening.

“Do you realise that you talked to him for less than thirty seconds ?” Your best friend said.

“It was the best thirty seconds of my life.” You laid on the bed saying this with a dramatic accent. Your friend rolled her eyes but laughed, “He’s perfect.”

She threw a pillow in your face, “Oh my god, shut up.”

Now you were walking around Central Park again, book in hand while searching for a bench to sit on. You were supposed to meet your friend here at 2 p.m. but surprisingly, none of them were here — not so surprisingly because they’re always late.

So you sat down after finally finding a free spot next to a man reading. You opened your book and started reading. Until you realised after five minutes, that the man beside you was reading the same book.

“Oh, we’re reading the sa-” You glanced up, your eyes landing on that man’s profile, before he glance up at you. You both laughed, it was the same man from the library. “Hey.” You smiled to him.

“Hey.” He repeated.

“I didn’t thought I would see you again.” You smiled embarrassingly.

“Well, me neither.” He shrugged, smiling.

“You’re enjoying the book yet ?” You asked.

“Oh, yeah.” He smiled, his brows furrowed slightly and glanced down to the book. “Yeah I like it. What about you.”

“Yeah, yeah it’s very nice.” You smiled, your cheeks turning pink slightly, making him laugh. “On what page is it ?”

“146, I almost finished chapter 6.”

Your smile widen, realising, “Oh we’re at the same page.” He smiled.

“What you thought about the plot twist in chapter 5 ?” He asked still smiling, his eyes now inspecting you from head to toe.

“I was shocked, like how can he do this ?” You said dramatically making him laugh.

“Yeah that was something.” He laughed again, looking back up at you.

“I keep talking about this with my friends.”

“Well I wish I could do the same, my friends don’t read at all.” He laughed.

You smiled shyly, “Well, I guess I could give you my number, so you’ll have someone to talk about it with.” Your cheeks burned and your heart beat fastened.

He stopped for a second, looking at you in the eyes, “Yeah, I guess you could.” He smiled.

So you moved quickly and reached for a pen in your bag, before taking his book and write your phone number on the first blank page. He watched you carefully writing the few numbers on the paper, a crooked smile still on his face.

But then, you heard your friends calling you from few meters away. You glanced up and smiled at them, before returning to the man and handing him the book.

“I have to go, text me.” You smiled.

“I will.” He smiled back, before reaching out his hand to you, “I’m Joe, by the way.”

You smiled and grabbed his hand, shaking it slowly while introducing yourself. Before finally turning around and walking toward you friends, the handsome watching you disappear behind the trees.

One of your friend immediately grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to her side, “Why the fuck were you talking to Joe Keery ?”

“Oh you know him ?” You asked her curiously.

She laughed at your face, “Girl, this is Steve.” You stopped, your brows frowned, “From Stranger Things.”

Your eyes widen suddenly, “Oh the man you guys are always talking about ?”

“Yes girl !” The other said while smiling, suddenly more excited than you. “Did you gave him your number ?”

“Yes.” You laughed seeing them so excited.

The first message came around 10 p.m..

Joe

Hey

I hope i’m not bothering you

You smiled in front of your screen.

You

Hii !

No absolutely not

Joe

Cool

I just finished chapter 7

What about you ?

You

Same

I almost cried

Joe

Yeah me too

You laughed and bit your lips, while throwing yourself on your bed.

Joe

What are you doing right now ?

Your cheek flushed pink.

You

Well except talking to you nothing much

What about you ?

Joe

Nothing else than talking to you

You smiled.

Joe

I guess we should meet some day

To talk about the book

Butterflies found their way into your stomach, making your heart beat fastened.

You

Yeah of course

Joe

Okay

I’ll text you tomorrow

Good night

You

Thank you

Good night to you too

You fell asleep few minutes later, smiling widely and your cheeks still burning. Not only you’d met your perfect type in men, but you had the most perfect meet cute, that normally only happens in movies or books.

tags : @baisangels @xoxocelestial @unclejeezysblog @xceafh @corabrown19 @djomama123 @whispersoflost @us3r4682 @dragemballz @hexyissy @theoceanis6milesdeep @yailology

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[oohlillie]

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢

𝘎𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘛𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

wc : 3.2K

warnings : male masturbation; Gator kinda have a kink for innocence; reader falling in love easily; no mention of y/n; 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 !

𓊈 wicked games masterlist 𓊉 …part 2

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" clothes 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.”

“What did he told you ?”

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.

“Yeah.. It won’t start.”

“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.”

“‘K” He said quietly.

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.

To be continued..

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How could Gator Tillman ever imagine being obsessed with a random stranger he saw once at church ?

warnings : 18+; smut; explicit sexual content; FLUFF; gator has a kink for innocence; pet names; religious guilt; age gap (22-28); obsessed gator;

english is not my first language, sorry if i wrote wrong !! possible grammatical errors

- Chapter I : watching you wc : 3.2K

- Chapter II : wanting you wc : 2.3K

- Chapter III : wishing you wc :

- Chapter IV :

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