Pairing: Lee Bodecker x F!reader
Word Count: 10.9k
Summary: She knows what she wants, and knows what she has to do to get it - nothing will get in her way of getting that ring on her finger.
Warnings: p in v sex, age gap ( 12 - 15 years ), anal, oral sex - lots of it, public sex, virginity loss, roleplaying, breeding, throat fucking, hair pulling, pussy job, dacryphilia, somnophilia, harmatophilia, cum marking thigh fucking, daddy kink, oral fixation maybe a lil fluff here and there this is obviously porn.
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Her family wasn't well off in Knockemstiff. In fact, her entire family worked a job just so they could get by. Feeding six mouths wasn't easy, and now that her youngest brother was old enough to work - her father had suggested she go out and find herself a husband. It wasn't as if she didn't have her eyes on someone, she knew where her affections resided. For the last six months, she'd taken quite a liking to the recently elected town Sheriff, even if he was quite a bit older than herself - she found that she didn't mind all that much.
The unattached sheriff was fair game, even if she knew some of the older women had their eyes on him. She was positive she could make him her own, no matter the cost. Today, she planned on making her move, at least the first one. Hair in pretty curls and her sun dress just a tad too short - he'd be hers, hook, line, and sinker. There were many things she wanted, but being a wife was something that was expected of her, but she accepted nothing but the best. The mayor was married. The mayor's son, seeing someone seriously - not to mention he wasn't very attractive. Sheriff Bodecker had her in a tizzy in the worst way possible, her heart thumping and mind racing; thinking of the things he could do to her.
She'd make him see, he couldn't resist her - she was sure of it.
She heard her mother call her name and she rushed down the stairs with a small smile on her lips, "Sorry, was touching up my hair." she sighed as she slid her shoes on by the front door. Her father shook his head and then motioned for her to hurry up. There was a community picnic, and every year it was always the same - bad side dishes made by grandmas who only boiled their meats and jello salad that made her want to not eat anything for the rest of her life. If she had the ability she would strike down any person who really liked it; it was a monstrosity.
"Do you remember what we talked about, sweetheart?" her father asked as they walked onto the green grass. "Take your time but… try and mingle a bit; so long as he does right by you I'll support you."
A small smile curved her lips, she'd do better than that. Who was better than the Sheriff when it came down to it? No one. It wasn't unknown to her that he held powers within the city, perhaps, even ones the mayor didn't have. Respect amongst those who voted him into the position, be it forced or true loyalty - she wasn't naive. The town she lived in was riddled with the bad type, hell, she'd stayed as far away from the church as she could without being seen as a Godless woman. There was something about the man preaching those sermons that made her uneasy, a part of her hoped he wouldn't be here long - though, once she had her husband she'd make sure he got rid of him for good.
As she set the bowl of potato salad on the wooden picnic table she lifted her eyes just in time to meet the stormy blue ones of the Sheriff as he approached the table. "Sheriff," she smiled sweetly in a greeting, she saw it then - his eyes flicker over her face then down her body. Pretending not to notice she continued, "Would you like me to make you up a plate? I made this myself, the first time I'm actually able to contribute." her job helped with that. Her favorite dish by far at these picnics was the things she made herself or whatever her mama managed to cook up.
"That'd be mighty nice, Miss." he drawled with a quirk of his lips and she had to suppress the thoughts of pressing her mouth to his. Time. It was too soon, and like a moth to a flame he'd be drawn in; her mama had told her as much. Picking up one of the paper plates she began to put food on his plate, laying out each side then moving down the table her eyes flitting to his in question. He seemed to know what she was asking and he pointed at the ham pieces, "Thank ya', miss." he said to her as she handed him his plate.
"Anytime, Sheriff," she replied as she eyed him then looked back when she heard her name called. Hooked. She had him, now she needed to act as usual, let him watch her like she'd been watching him. Her Mama hadn't snagged her daddy by chance - it'd been her choice and her choice alone that had drawn her daddy in. Even now she saw how tightly she had him wrapped around her finger, and if she too could snag a good husband her future would be assured.
Lee Bodecker was handsome. She wasn't sure if other people thought so, but she didn't really care what other people thought. He drew out emotions in her that no one else ever had, even kissing Brad behind the bleachers in high school had never made her feel the way this man did. Having never touched him or been touched by him, and yet he'd brought out emotions and physical responses she'd never felt before except on the happenstance that she woke up from a rather heated dream.
Her friend wrapped her in a hug and she smiled at her. Lindsey had recently gotten married to her high school sweetheart and she'd gotten to attend the wedding. The last memory she had of a wedding was when a distant family friend had gotten married, but she'd been so young she didn't quite understand the meaning behind it. Now, she could hardly wait to get married herself; not an obsession, at least that's what she told herself.
"You're back! How was your honeymoon?" she asked her excitedly.
Lindsey had a sheepish look on her face, a flush in her cheeks. "It was perfect, we went to the beach and spent ...most of the time in the room," Lindsey admitted to her and she grinned. "We're happy to be home, though. It was nice but so exhausting. I missed our bed and you."
"That's so wonderful, I've never been to Florida. Don't think I'd like it too much," scrunching her nose she shrugged a little. "I'd rather -"
"Spend your honeymoon in a cabin, in the woods with your -"
She covered her mouth and hissed, "Shush you!" making Lindsey burst into a fit of laughter her head tilting back.
"So… how is that going then? He hasn't taken his eyes off you." A suggestive look crossed her features, looping Lindsey's arm with her own. "That's new."
Shrugging she huffed, "Very new, I've only just begun but it shouldn't take too long," she spoke quietly as she looked at her, "I'm nervous." admitting this to anyone other than Lindsey wouldn't bode well. She always put on an air of confidence, and sure she knew she was beautiful; desirable. It didn't mean he would want her, however. That thought alone worried her, despite his lingering gaze and darkening eyes.
"You have nothing to be worried about," Lindsey told her softly, "You have his attention… now keep it.. you remember what I told you… what I taught you?"
She did. She remembered every detail of what she'd been told, of their little study sessions, but it still didn't help the persisting anxiety that flooded her veins at the thought. "It's going to do a midday downpour, use that to your advantage." Looking up at the sky she caught a look at the heavy clouds that started to form together, and a crack of thunder rolled through the air.
"I swear you're a witch sometimes," she murmured.
"Just wishing things into existence. Your potato salad is open," Lindsey informed her causing her head to jerk and rush towards it as the rain began to sprinkle down on them. She pushed the lid down hearing it click into place. Before she knew it the rain was pouring down like a water faucet, and a hand grasped her wrist.
"C'mon," he motioned quickly towards his car, his jacket over them both only working minimally. Sprinting through the rain he opened the passenger door for her and she slid in the car with ease over the leather seats. Closing her door he walked to his side of the car and climbed in grunting as he pushed a hand over his face. Her eyes darted to her reflection in the mirror scrunching her nose at what she saw. All that hard work for nothing; she should have anticipated the weather to turn sour on such an important day.
"Thank you, Sheriff." She breathed, turning her gaze to him before offering him a smile. His eyes dropped down to her lips and she felt a jolt of anticipation lick up her spine. "Looks like we're rained out." The park was empty, people waiting in their cars for the downpour to end - they normally didn't last long but the lightning that shot across the sky had her thinking this would last a little bit longer than they were used to.
Her face heated at the compliment, "All ruined now, I suppose."
"I count myself lucky I got to see it, but I feel luckier seeing you like this." Smooth. She hadn't expected him to be so forward, she'd been told her was as dense as a doorknob, perhaps she'd been mistaken. "Please, call me Lee. We're friends, aren't we?"
"Are we, Lee?" she asked him, they hadn't talked a whole lot. He might have spoken to her a time or two in the last few months but nothing that stood out to her - not really. The question was something that had caught her off guard, chances were if she hadn't spoken to him today he'd have gone on like they always had. Dancing around this simple attraction - too scared for either to do anything about it. The sound of the rain was deafening against the top of the sheriff's car, no one could see in or out, or hear them talk so privately. If it weren't raining this would be considered wrong, but a part of her wanted this -a moment alone with the man she hoped would someday be her husband.
His hand shot out suddenly causing her to yelp as he manhandled her onto his lap. This definitely wouldn't be seen as chaste on her end, she'd be the only one who received backlash if anyone saw her in this position. Lee grabbed at her backside pulling her hips closer to his as her legs straddled him, "You're somethin'...hell, honey." he mumbled as he looked her in the eyes. "Teasin' me for months. I gotta have you - "
"No.." it was firm, but that was the rule, wasn't it? He couldn't have what he wanted until she was his wife, and that was final. "I can't."
He growled a little before pulling her closer to him and crushing his mouth to hers, she obliged only because she felt as if she would pass out if she didn't. Feeling him so closely, so hard under and against her in ways she didn't know how to process. His open mouth against hers, she could taste the sweet candy on his tongue as her hips ground against his. Lee's hands gripped her dress lifting it enough so he could grasp her backside in his hands and then squeeze.
"Do you want me?" she whispered against his mouth breathlessly.
"Fuck yes, I want you.."
A soft smile worked its way onto her features as she rolled her hips onto hips a long moan escaping him, just like she and Lindsey had practiced. "You can have me.. but.." she trailed off.
He looked at her frantically confusion clouding his features. Arousal clogged up any rational thought as she worked her hips over him. Line. She had him where she wanted him again. "But what, honey?" he gasped as she ground against him especially hard.
"I promised my Daddy I'd stay good till I got married…" she moaned her head tilting back, rolling her hips over his was surprisingly easy. The feel of his hard cock rubbing against her clothed center, she hoped she didn't leave a wet spot - that'd be hard to explain away.
Lee rested his head back against the seat as his hands guided her hips against his, "Shit," he almost whimpered, "Please honey… I'll treat you right."
Leaning close to his ear she rocked her hips against him quicker, her own eyes closing hazily. "I could be yours," she whispered a small moan escaping her his hips moving to meet hers, "don't you want me to be yours….your pretty..little..wife." A dirty grind with each word to enunciate them, her lips sealed against his as he let out a whine bucking his hips against hers. His hand went up gripping the hair at the back of her head as he jerked his hips up into hers - he was close. Lindsey had taught her a few things, the signs when a man was rushing towards his release.
"to really make him yours, show him what you're willing to do.." the explanation left much to be desired. The act itself seemed disgusting, but she knew that if he was her's that she'd have no worries. Moving off his lap causing him to grumble trying to bring her back to finish what she started. She pulled at his belt, and he seemed to quite in understanding then - as expected. He assisted her by lifting his hips to pull his pants down ever so slightly then removing himself from the confines of his pants. She leaned over taking him in her mouth without hesitation - his hand immediately went to the back of her head, "Fuck, honey." his eyes rolled back while thrusting up into her mouth causing her to gag in an attempt to take him all.
"So good.. that's it fucking suck.. oh fuck just like that.." he moaned his hand moving from her head and down her back to her backside, sliding up the back of her skirt. His fingers moved over the damp spot of her underwear grunting, "Wet just for me, hm? Been chasin' you for a while, honey."
Sinker.
Had he been chasing her, she hadn't noticed. How? The salty taste of him invaded her mouth as his fingers moved over her slit then dipped between her folds pressing over her clit. His moans ripped from his chest, "Don't spill any, honey, don't make a mess…" he panted as he shoved her head down to the base grunting, curses leaving his mouth as he thrust into the back of her throat.
Swallowing him down as her eyes watered she felt his fingers speed up their ministrations between her thighs sending her careening over the edge of her first climax with a man. He pulled her mouth off him and her senses were dulled but she could hear the crack of thunder across the sky, the rain still pounding on the roof of the vehicle. Lee pulled her close to him, his mouth claiming hers.
"You will be… my pretty… pretty wife," he murmured his tongue fucking into her mouth, "You were always gonna be."
Lee thought back to that storm at the community picnic often, how she hadn't realized he was going to make her his then. He knew she had her eyes on him, but he'd been watching her too. Had been since he began running for Sheriff, but he could let her distract him from his goal. Not then. In the next two years, he'd be making bigger moves, ones that required a wife and he'd be damned if he didn't have an eager one. He could still feel her mouth sucking him dry, he wanted to feel the back of her throat again but that'd have to wait. Today was important for other reasons, meeting her parents wasn't anything new; in fact, he'd met them several times before. They were good people, with four kids to feed and he knew they were looking at getting their oldest married and out of the house.
He was all too eager to oblige them, he'd more than willingly take her off their hands. He'd show her he was just as determined; she'd learn the easy way or the hard way that there was no escaping his will.
She would indeed make a very pretty, pretty wife.
When he arrived at her family home, he knew he had to go about this the right way. Winning over her parents would be the quickest way to make her his - he knew if her parents didn't approve then things might be a bit more difficult, but nothing would stop him from getting what he wanted. Lee wasn't a person who accepted being rejected by anyone or anything; just like his position as Sheriff. The moment it was known he was running for the position there was no talk of anyone else vying for it. He'd been a deputy for over ten years - he deserved this job. He wasn't just a selfish prick, but he had the experience to back it up.
The town of Knockemstiff needed a firm hand, one he was all too willing to give, with the questionable folks that littered the town. If they were left to their own devices he knew it would fall to ruins, and he made sure to keep everything nice and tidy. He knocked on the front door, dressed casually for the position he was hoping for. Knowing she was a bit younger than himself, he didn't want to come on too strong but she had made her position clear - what she wanted perfectly crystal. Lee didn't feel so bad about the things he was going to do to her once she was his, but he had to play his cards right - put a ring on her finger at just the right time even if both of them were impatient for the end result.
"Sheriff, is everything okay?" Her father answered the door, and he didn't mean to feel intimidated but he knew he wouldn't want some asshole like him coming after his daughter- unfortunate for him though; he didn't have a choice.
With a nod of his head, he gave a weak smile, "I'm actually here on a personal visit, it's about your daughter." it didn't sound good but it got the man's attention, he wanted to hold it so he understood just where Lee stood when it came to her. His honey was not going to belong to anyone else, and he wasn't above making a show of it if he had to.
Her father spoke her name in confusion, and he nodded before walking into the house. "I want you to know my intentions, the last thing I want is for it to come as a surprise to you but… I am interested in taking her out, there is a fair a town over I want to take her to next week," he informed him, the other man's face morphed in realization.
"I was kind of hoping she would find men her own age to… date," her father admitted, "as long as you'll treat her well.. I'm sure you're aware a woman her age will want children if things progress."
Lee knew that very well and the very thought of her swollen with his child almost made him foam at the mouth. His lovely honey, he couldn't get her off his mind - those touches, her mouth on his -- "yes, sir… I'm not under any false impressions.. .I'm not getting any younger and I'd like a few kids of my own…" he admitted with a small shrug as if the thought hadn't just turned his mind to mush while making him semi hard in his slacks.
"Well, if you'd like to visit with her she is upstairs. I don't have an issue with it, she is a grown woman after all, and… well if we're being honest, I'd rather it be someone we know and trust." Lee would have to question her about that later but nodded shaking his hand before pointing to the stairs.
"Last door on the left."
Lee knew now he'd have to make it his life mission to protect his daughters, letting some man or asshole like himself think he could put his paws on his daughter - well he had another thing comin'. Dating was normal, but he didn't know how he felt about it being his own child - he was well aware of the double standard he had. He made his way down the hall and knocked on the door before opening it, he heard her surprised gasp then shuffle, moving to greet him. Her arms wrapped around him, and he smoothed his hand over her hair the other on her waist.
"God, I missed you," he murmured against the top of her head, she looked up at him and then pulled him into her room gently shutting her bedroom door. Once he was sure they were alone he pressed his mouth to hers swallowing her gasps of delight, his hands gripping her waist tightly.
"I missed you more," she giggled when he released her mouth from his, his hands snaking down her body and squeezing her backside with a devious grin curling his lips. "So, what brings you here?" he grumbles at her question; as if she doesn't know. The minx. The memory of them in his car kept him awake at night, making him harder than he'd ever been in his life and wanting to fill her full of his cum.
"Don't play coy now," he murmured as he backed her toward her bed, "I'm going to take you out Friday, and then again the following Wednesday…" he informed her as he pushed her back onto her bed.
Her eyebrows rose in shock for a moment, "Is that so?" she asked a small smile curving her lips as she leaned back on her elbows.
Lee grunts as he kneels down between her legs, forcing them apart. "It is," he murmured, his eyes narrowing on what he wanted most at that moment. His tongue flicked over his lips in anticipation, his slacks tight against his length as blood rushed; he cursed the fact that his trousers were so tight. He'd wanted his mouth on her cunt since that day at the picnic table, her making his plate and shooting him those sweet smiles. He'd give up the drink and the candy if it meant he could taste her every day on his tongue and then lick her off his lips later.
Lee looked into her eyes as he pulled her panties down her thighs his lips pressing to her knees.
"Open your legs, honey," he instructed her tenderly, wetting his lips and grunting as her legs parted on command. He could see her cunt as her skirt bunched up her thighs, he put them over his shoulders and dove in.
Messy. Lewd. Lee didn't mess around when it came to making sure she knew exactly who she belonged to. He was of the mind that if you couldn't please your woman - you didn't deserve her. Sucking nibbling and fucking her with his tongue he could hear her gasping from under her hand, not wanting to alert her parents to the obscenity he was causing between their precious daughter's thighs. In an ideal situation, he wanted to hear how desperate she was for him, to hear her beg, but he'd settle for this.
At least for now.
His fingers dug into her thighs as he held her open for him, a never-ending buffet as he slid his tongue over her clit before giving her exactly what she wanted. Her body seized up and she arched her back, he felt her flood of arousal against his mouth - and when he pulled away the blissed-out expression on her face was enough to have him rock hard… but he had to bide his time. Lee knew she'd be his, but he had to play his cards right or else things could get messy real quick. He'd do anything now to have her, what he wouldn't give to see her with his ring on her finger and baby in her arms.
"I'll pick you up on Friday… at 6pm, wear somethin' nice," he spoke seriously as he put her skirt down then smiled as she nodded her head dumbly, "I expect you to return the favor," he murmured kissing her thigh affectionately.
"Mhm," she agreed a dreamy expression written on her face, her mind still buzzing from the release he'd given her - he'd give her more pleasure than she had bargained for by the time they were married. Then he'd be balls deep in her cunt, one that would only ever belong to him.
Her friends had been curious as to why she would agree to date the Sheriff; but the few women who did know why stuck up their noses at her. The attention he seemed to give to several women was now solely focused on her; there was nothing they could do to gain it back. Smoothing out her dress she walked downstairs hearing her mother call for her - he was here - the thought caused her stomach to jolt and her thighs to clench. The thought of his mouth on her again made her all too eager for them to be alone. Walking down the stairs, her hand on the rail she saw his lips quirk when he saw her, she'd picked a dress she knew he would like. It was new, her mother had insisted she needed it - and her father couldn't find it in himself to disagree.
"I'll have her home by eleven, it's a bit of a drive." He turned his attention from her to her father who shook his hand and then gave a nod of understanding. In a word, her father was gullible. Just as he'd fallen for her mother's wiles, he was so wrapped up in the fact that the Sheriff liked his daughter he couldn't see anything past his nose. Her mother had been all too knowing, but she'd ensured her there would be nothing that could ruin her reputation - not until she had a pretty ring on her finger and his last name following her first.
When she reached him he pressed a chaste kiss to her cheek, "You look beautiful, Honey… are you ready?"
"I'm ready," she bobbed her head in excitement then kissed her daddy's cheek before being led out of the house - her arm looped through Lee's. "Where are we going?"
"The fair in the city a bit away from here," he told her and her eyes lit up in excitement. She hadn't been to the fair in several years, her parent's schedules were far too busy for that so she knew this was really out of the way. He opened up the car door for her, blocking the top of the car so she didn't hit her head on it. He shut the door then made his way around to the driver's side, he pulled out of the driveway and headed down the road.
She looked at him smiling, "You look mighty handsome today, Lee,' she said to him as she looked him over, her hand moving to his thigh. She swore she heard his breath hitch in his throat, hell, all she could think about was his mouth on her cunt and she wanted more. Though, she was more than willing to return the favor. Taking him in her mouth that day hadn't been what she expected, she'd gotten just as worked up as he did which was something no one had warned her about.
"Thank you, Darlin'," he smiled a little as he looked at her then put his eyes back on the road. He sighed, "So, anything exciting happen this week?" he asked her as he kept his eyes on the road ahead. He knew she did a few things pertaining to the church but he wasn't too sure if he liked the idea of her being there, even if she wasn't the pastor's type. He had to get rid of that fucker, and quick - didn't need a quack like that in their town.
Humming she nodded, "Lindsey and her husband are expecting! Isn't that exciting. We went out for brunch the other day and she is just beside herself," she sighed a little, "can't wait to have kids of my own someday."
Rubbing the hand she had on his thigh he smiled, "one day you will, Darlin' - I'll put it there myself," he told her then kissed the back of her hand. "When we get to the fair I gotta request."
Looking at him curiously she nodded, "What is it?"
"I'm going to pay the Ferris wheel man to walk away from his post when we're at the top. It's one of those box-style ones, no one can see inside." he told her as we his lips then took a deep breath trying to keep control of himself, he was already half hard. "want you to suck me while we're up there."
She gasped, biting her lip she nodded. "Anything you want, Lee…" her cheeks flushed at the thought. It made her clench her thighs, she couldn't wait till he made her his wife - the thought was too daunting and so far away. "Before you drop me off tonight can we spend some time alone?"
"Course we can, we can do whatever we want," he told her softly pressing her hand to the bulge in his pants. "Why don't you suck me a little now?"
"Is that safe?" she asked gently and he nodded. She unfastened his pants and then pulled out his semi-hard cock stroking him to life before leaning over and sucking him gently moving her mouth over his length. He gently cradled the back of her head shoving his length into the back of her throat.
"That's it, sweetheart, you're alright.." he whispered as she gagged and he pulled onto a dirt road and parked the car. He laid his head back as she took all of him, he lifted her head then stroked her cheek, "be a good girl for me… okay? If I can't have that cunt then I'll fuck your throat.. or maybe that pretty little ass before then, hm?" A soft moan escaped her at the thought and he chuckled. "Be a good girl for me and keep suckin' till I cum, then I finish you." he kissed her gently before pushing her head back down between his legs he groaned loudly holding her head down and thrusting his hips his cock sliding down her throat.
He grabbed a spare towel from the back seat and put it around the opening of his pants, she was making a mess but he wasn't made about it. He just wanted to cum, and with the way she was sucking and laving him with her tongue - it'd be soon. "Fuck, darlin' so good… hm that's it, a little bit more." he murmured then held her head down as he fucked her throat, "this is how I'd fuck that pussy, darlin'. Fill you up with my cum just…" he gasped and moaned loudly, "like this," he groaned his hips stuttering as he filled her throat. He thought of her tight ass and knew then he'd have to take it, he'd make her his in every way on the night of their wedding, he lifted her head and she gasped for air, tears streaking her face making his cock twitch.
"You're so fuckin' beautiful, Darlin.. gonna suck me like that again?" he asked her, "I'll be sure to bring a towel then too," he hummed, "or maybe you'll let me fuck your thighs, cream on top of that pussy…"
Lee knew she wanted him because she pushed him under her skirt and whined softly, soaked. Her thighs were drenched as she desperately rocked her hips against his fingers, "aw, darlin' get in the back seat… daddy'll take care of that pussy," he whispered then followed behind her. She sat with her back against the door and he pulled her panties down her thighs, moving her skirt so it wasn't under her - he knew he'd make a mess of her even more than she already was.
His fingers ran over the slick she'd created he spread it over her, but his eyes narrowed in on the one thing he could fuck. The tight ring, using the slick on his finger he teased it, "that okay, darling?"
"Y-yeah, oh please, Lee…" she whimpered moving to rub her own clit but he slapped her hand, "don't touch my pussy, you'll get off darlin' but before we're married I'm gonna sink my cock into this hole," he whispered breathlessly and he couldn't believe he was hard again. The slick-coated finger entered her ass with ease causing her to whine softly, he knelt there one hand slowly rubbing her clit while the other prepped her ass for the future.
"Yes, Lee. oh… yes," she whimpered as he leaned forwards sucking her clit into his mouth as he added another soaked digit into her ass and fucking her with them. Her cries were of strained pleasure, he used his tongue on her weeping cunt fucking it into her, a preview of what was to come. He flicked her clit then circled it with the pink muscle as he dipped his fingers past the second knuckle. She hissed at the intrusion causing him to chuckle.
"My cock is bigger than that, sweet heart… you'll take the full three fingers before I can fuck you there… and we won't marry till I stuff you with my cream, darlin'," he told her as she rocked her hips against his fingers. He moved his mouth back to her clit, he could feel her cunt begging for something to be inside it, taking the free index finger he pressed it inside then crooking it looking for the soft spongey texture. When he found it he stroked it relentlessly, pumping fingers out of each hole while his tongue laid an assault on her bundle of nerves.
It didn't take long for her entire body to quake as she came, he moved back grabbing the towel just in time as she squirted coating part of the back seat. He rubbed her clit with his thumb rapidly to help her ride out her orgasm then chuckled as she got a dreamy expression on her face. "Did daddy do good?" he asked her softly and she nodded her hand on his encouraging him to keep rubbing.
"Greedy," he teased cleaning up her mess before returning his mouth to her sopping cunt and working a second orgasm out of her in record time.
"I want you to fuck me there… soon," she told him softly as she sat up and captured his lips with hers. Her tongue tangling with his own, he could hardly wait to put a ring on her finger and call her his wife. Hell, he'd fuck her where she'd let him - he knew they'd have to take some risk… he wondered if she was into roleplay… he was sure she would be.
The perfect. Fucking. Wife.
The fair was bustling with people, couples married and new alike. There were kids running around excitedly, cotton candy in their hands sticking to their faces. Lee chuckled as he held her hand leading her around, he'd already won her a teddy bear and a little tote purse which would come much in handy later.
He watched her eye one of the rides excitedly, "Wanna go on that one, sweetheart?" he asked her and she nodded. He led her over to the spinning ride and then paid for their entry with the tickets. He buckled her in, and he had the time of his life, he couldn't remember the last time he'd laughed quite so hard, probably not since he was a child.
Hell, even then his abusive shit of a father never liked it when the kids in the house were loud. This to him, her, was like a breath of fresh air. Much needed after a time of feeling as if he were trapped underwater. When the ride slowed he kissed her softly, and affectionately before helping her off the ride and letting her lead him to the next one.
Four teddy bears later she was a giggling mess from all the candy she had consumed, and he loved her happiness because it was so contagious. He smiled as he watched her then looked up when the fireworks began to go off. "C'mon," he murmured leading her to where they could see them better. "Darlin' you're really somethin'... never had this much fun on dates before," he told her softly as he put his arm around her.
"Hm, well, suppose you've been waiting for me then, hm?" she said to him and he nodded a bit, "Good…cause I don't share."
"Me either, guess we'll just have to lean on each other," he murmured lightly as he rubbed her back gently.
He saw her eyeing the Ferris wheel then looked at him, "Looks empty could pay'em to do it now and turn the lights off… we'd be really alone then," she murmured softly. It didn't take him long to get them both over there, he paid the worker a good amount to leave them for forty-five minutes, he figured that'd give them plenty of time to do whatever it was he wanted to do to her. Up they went, then it stopped and the lights went off - their time started now.
Lee's lips were pressed to hers, his hand under her skirt stroking her bare sex. Her panties were long forgotten in the back seat of his car. "Fuck, darlin'…still soaked all for me?" he murmured as he pressed his lips to her neck, "Can't wait to have my cock in your throat again…"
She moaned softly as he thumbed her clit, "Love when you talk, lee…like hearing you feel good," she murmured softly as his hips bucked against his hand. "Will you do it again? Put your fingers…"
"I'll put my fingers in your ass again, need you to keep doin' it too so the next time I take you out I can fuck you," he murmured against her neck, "God the thought of my cock in your ass has me rock hard.. fill you up nice and full, be good practice."
A whine escaped her lips as she dropped to her knees in front of him, he shimmied his pants down and she grabbed the towel out of her purse - they had a system now that they realized how messy they got. Once her mouth got to work on him he pushed her head all the way down forcing her to choke slightly, "My pretty fucking girl, that's it… it's okay to choke on it a little," he whispered breathlessly, "once we're married I'll fuck you everywhere, no one will stop me…good fucking girl," he gasped as she swallowed around him. His feet planted on the floor and he thrust semi-roughly into her throat. Controlling his moans was the hardest part.
"where do you want my cum honey? If I can get the tip in I'll cum in that pretty ass, give you a taste…" he murmured and she lifted her head nodding. He pulled her up kissing her softly, "turn around honey," he murmured then lifted her skirt, she knelt on the floor of the ferris wheel with him behind her. He knew he could shove his cock in her pussy but last thing he wanted was her pissed at him, he was man enough to wait. What she was giving him was too sweet to pass up.
Lee rubbed the overly sensitive head against her slick pushing it between her thighs fucking her folds slowly. he'd never been more thankful for the fact that when the machine was off nothing movies, kept things from rattling in high wind. He pressed soaked fingers against her tightly puckered hole, easing one then two fingers in. He fucked her thighs with vigor, skin slapping against her as his balls drew tight - he felt her pussy flutter as she came from him battering at her clit with the head of his cock. Notching his cock in her ass he slide forward causing her to whimper at the stretch, he got the tip inside only thrusting a few times before he emptied himself inside of her.
It took everything in him not to bury himself balls deep, but hurting her was not on his agenda, ever. He rubbed her clit gently as he stroked the length that was out of her, "fuck," he gasped pulling out to continue fucking her thighs. Seeing his cum leak from her ass made his vigor renew, and he slammed his hips into hers fucking the folds of her pussy.
"You sure you want to wait, darlin?" he whispered with a small chuckle and she nodded. "Good girl,' he murmured as he came again, a smaller amount, "You won't walk for a week after we're married, keep your legs up and cum in you five times a day," he muttered as he pulled her upright her mouth to his.
"Yes, daddy," she whispered and he cursed.
"You're gonna be the death of me," he muttered softly and she giggled as she leaned against him.
Lindsey smiled as she looked at her, "Things must be going well," she said to her knowingly, "Good, he'll probably propose soon if he is anything like my husband."
"Well, we'll see. I think with the campaign coming up soon you're right but he's been very persistent about something before we're married so. I'm sure that will happen soon," she sighed at the thought - she could do nothing but dream about it. Hell, she was marching in on her goal and nothing was going to stand in her way if she had a say in it. "He's been busy the last two weeks but, distance makes the heart grow fonder and I took him lunch the last couple of days - told him I was busy today."
"I'm happy for you, we deserve to pick what we want if we're supposed to say here. It's the least we can ask for," Lindsey sighed sipping her milkshake.
"How are you though? How's the baby?" she asked her softly crossing her legs as the waitress brought them their food. "I know you said you were feeling quite ill."
Waving it off Lindsey sighed, "I've been alright. Tired, and hungry and nauseous all that once but fine. Peter has been a great help lately. He works but he'll do the laundry, help with the cleaning." she trailed off, "I just make sure dinner is on the table."
"Sounds like a dream, I can't wait to have one of my own."
"It'll happen sooner than you think, trust me. We were being careful!" She snickered then ate a french fry, "we weren't quite ready yet but life has a way of getting ahead of you I guess."
"Guess so," she agreed quietly, "Do you want more after this one?"
"Oh, I really don't know. I think one might be enough, Peter thinks so too but. I suppose we'll see how we feel about it after the little one is here. We make more than enough money but it doesn't mean I have to fill the whole house."
That was something she had considered as well, "Of course not, it would be a disservice to yourself honestly. Stretching yourself so thin for more kids than you can handle." she made a face, "I think two or three is a good number. My parents had more kids than they could manage half the time, and look where it got them."
"They're happy but they're doing their best to marry me off so they have more space in the house. It's insanity." She told her then dipped the beef finger into the gravy. "I'm enjoying this halfway between dating and being engaged. I know it's coming, realistically, but we're enjoying this. He's a lot of fun when he lets loose, guess a lot of people don't see that side of him."
Her friend chuckled, "I don't think many people see that side to men unless they want them to. Peter was a real stick in the mud for a while, but he's really blossomed. He's such a good husband and he'll be a fantastic father…it's really playing out like we both wanted, huh?"
"Yeah… it is," she murmured happily.
It had been three weeks since their time at the fair, and as she walked out of the house to greet Lee she couldn't help but feel butterflies in her belly. He kissed her cheek gently before waving to her parents who smiled happily, her parents had been happy to see she had found love. Even if it wasn't in a place they had first expected it to be, even her parents were ten years apart in age; so it wasn't all too surprising that she took that modeled relationship and ran with it. Lee opened the car door for her so she could get in, he shut it once she tucked her feet in then rushed to the other side.
Sweetheart knew tonight, was it. He was taking her back to his house for the first time, where he promised to take care of her. First, they'd have dinner - then they'd dance a little listening to a few records his mama had left him before she passed on. Then he'd told her, in vivid detail, how he was going to take her apart and put her back together again. She squeezed her thighs together at the thought, she couldn't wait - she was quite impatient for it. Never had she wanted anything so badly, if anyone told her a year ago she'd be letting a man put something her behind she'd call them a pervert? Ever since the fair, however, she's been thinking of it nonstop.
"You good, sweetheart?" he queried as he held his hand towards her, palm up. She placed her hand in his nodding. "You nervous?"
"No… yes, but only cause it's new," she told him honestly and he nodded little kissing her hand gently then placing it over his heart. "I love you, Lee," she told him softly.
A small blush tinted his cheeks, "love you too, darlin'. Ain't nothing gonna stop that," he told her and she scooted across the bench closer to him.
"What's for dinner?" she asked him curiously.
"Roasted chicken with sauteed vegetables and my mama's mac n cheese recipe," he told her and she cooed at the thought. He could hear her stomach growl causing him to chuckle. "Didn't you eat today, darlin'?"
"I did, but that sounds really good." She hummed a bit, "We're a big family so we mostly have stews or casseroles for dinner."
Lee nodded in understanding, it was only ever he and his sister. After his bastard of a father died leaving his mother to care for them, well they ate similarly. It condensed what food they had and made it go further. All he knew was at least his mother wasn't skipping meals or eating whatever they hadn't eaten off their plates anymore. She had her own serving, and with his daddy gone too, she also had the light back in her eyes.
When they got to the house they ate dinner like ravenous wolves, she swore she wasn't normally like this but he was enamored with her. He was happy she felt comfortable enough to eat normally with him. He pulled her up by her hand after starting an old instrumental dance hall record, one she'd heard a few times before at community events. Twirling her around the living room and dipping her when necessary - hearing her giggles light up his house was bringing him joy like he'd never thought he'd feel.
While Lee had incredible lust for the woman before him, he had affection and respect. He could understand woman's troubles. Finding a husband in this town was a struggle for many, and when an eligible one came up the ladies flocked - most had to him the year prior.. but his angel was playing the long haul and she had him by the short and curlies.
He pulled her close to him then smiled, "Sweetheart… you knew this was coming but.. " he dropped down to one knee and opened a velvet box he'd retrieved from his back pocket. "Will you marry me?"
She gasped and covered her mouth, "Oh! Yes!" she squealed and jumped into his arms kissing his face repeatedly. "Yes, lee! I will be your wife," she whispered as she hugged him close to her happily. Never in his life had his whole heart nearly exploded with happiness, he felt his eyes water slightly and she crooned cupping his face. Pecking his lips over and over while giggling. He toppled over both of them falling to the floor, her on top of him with a dreamy happy smile on her face.
"Never thought this would happen," she whispered softly, "before that picnic it felt like a pipe dream.. but I didn't stop dreamin'."
He stroked her cheek gently, "Was gonna have you anyway," he murmured, "You were always gonna be mine."
Her eyes watered at the statement and she kissed him softly her hands pulled at his buttons forcing it open as she straddled him on the floor. She kissed his neck, licking and sucking his exposed flesh. She playfully bit his chest making him chuckle as she pulled his shirt off. "You want to fool around, honey?" he murmured and she nodded.
He reached behind her unzipping her dress, she let it fall off her leaving her in her slip and stockings. "Take me to your room," she murmured, "and you can take me the way you've been wanting - I even practiced like you told me to."
Groaning softly he got up off the floor setting the ring box on the table, they could come back for that later. He picked her up causing her to squeal as he carried her to his bedroom. Lee dropped her onto his bed then helped her out of her shift, his eyes raked over her, taking in every bit of flesh he got his eyes on. He'd memories it all once he had the chance, "alright, honey… gonna get you ready for me." he murmured, "I got some lube there, it'll make it easier… do you want me bare?"
"Yes.." she nodded as she looked at him and he flipped her onto her stomach making her giggle. He forced her backside into the air and pulled her panties down, he trailed a stripe from her clit to her pussy. He cursed lightly as she moaned, he fucked his tongue into her untouched channel moaning against her. Kissing her there like he had her mouth, "Lee," she gasped, "please…"
"Please, what? Use your words darlin,"
"The bud.. please, rub it.. lick it please," she gasped as she shifted her body. Hearing those words he dove in and began a brutal assault on her clit, suck, lick, flick over and over till she trembled. Her pussy clenched around nothing, and he couldn't wait for the day when it was his cock she was squeezing, milking.
Lee pulled her to the edge of the bed then put her head just over the edge, "Gonna fuck your throat honey… show me your tits," he murmured and she pulled her bra off. It'd been the first time he'd seen them while fucking her, he was tempted to cum on them but that could come later. "You'll take my cock down that pretty throat…"
"Yes, daddy," she whispered softly causing his cock to twitch.
"Fuck, you want daddy's cock?" he whispered and she nodded leaning her head back and opening her mouth. He stripped his clothes off then moved to stand in front of her, he slapped his length against her exposed tongue moaning. "Shit," he whispered as she took him in with ease. "If you want to stop pinch my thigh," he told her and she nodded the best she could as she sucked him down. Lee was in no position to stop her, so he helped her take the thigh nine inches down her throat.
"Good fuckin' girl," he gasped as he thrust slowly, he could hear her breathing through her nose then gulping him down her tongue teasing the vein on the underside of his cock. He began to pick up the pace, "Gonna do this to that pretty little ass, fuck it fuck of me leakin for days," he whispered as he picked up the pace. He couldn't help but groan every time she gagged, fuck he was sure this is how he wanted to go out, which his cock down her throat.
Pulling back he stroked her cheek, "You okay?" he murmured checking on her, and nodded.
"I'm good, give it back," she opened her mouth and he growled leading his red weeping cock back into her eager mouth. He really hit the jackpot, a wife who wanted to suck his cock dry, he'd let her. The pace this time a bit rougher as he fucked her throat, he could see his cock bulging it and he groaned. "God my own personal fuck toy… daddy is so proud of you," he murmured then pulled back.
"Lay on your back," he murmured, "Need to be in you."
She did as he said catching her breath, he popped open the lube putting some on his fingers. He moved between her legs, rubbing her tight hole before slipping the fingers in. Fucking them into her gently then a bit more to open her up. He scissored his fingers then grunted hearing her gasps. He cracked open the lube again and put a generous amount on his length, stroking it on before pressing the head against her.
"We'll go as slow as you want," he told her softly as he nudged the hole gently the head slipping into her causing them both to curse. "Tell me if you want to stop…"he told her gently, "promise me…"
"I will, I promise," she murmured with her eyes half closed and lips parted. He inched forward, then back again. He moaned as with every thrust he was deeper into the tight hole, squeezing him perfectly. When he was seated in her completely he made sure to take long thrusts and bottom out again. "Lee, please… move?"
He nodded then pressed his mouth to her open one swallowing her moans as he fucked his cock into her, he moaned into her mouth. "Good girl," he whispered his hand reaching between them and rubbing her clit gently. He felt her tighten around him forcing him to pick up his pace, the bed began to creak under the pressure as his thrusts in became harder. "Never gonna tire of this," he moaned as he moved in her faster.
"Daddy, please, harder," she gasped and he nearly came when she rubbed her clit with two fingers. He took her words to heart, gripped her hips, and set a brutal pace, the sound of skin slapping on skin echoed throughout the room and it wasn't long till he felt her body flutter around his. He used his fingers to rub her clit in time with his thrusts.
"Give daddy another, cum again.." he demanded then slapped her clit causing her to cry out and moan. He pounded into her tight hole then groaned when he felt her come again this time wetting the both of them as she squirted all over them both. He gave two harsh thrusts before going as deep as he could to fill her with his release. He heard her gasp and then moan softly as the heat spread through her, "Good girl, in a few weeks that'll be your pussy and I'll fill it every day… " he murmured softly.
She didn't go home that night, he refused to let her leave his arms. As she slept he couldn't help but rub his cock between her folds gently letting them milk him, her little whimpers in her sleep forcing beads of cum to leak from the tip. He grunted softly moving her onto her back and jerking himself off with her hand spraying his cum all over her chest. He didn't know how he had so much energy for this but she brought out the devient in him, and he couldn't help but want her all hours of the day.
Lee knew the wedding had to be soon or he'd lose his damn mind.
Their wedding was simple. It took place at the chapel near the elementary school, and it was attended by quite a few people but it was relatively small in comparison to most weddings he'd been to. He actually preferred it, the only thing truly necessary was his ring on her finger and her having his last name. After all, she was getting what she wanted all he could think about was getting between those thighs again. Watching his wife mingle with everyone, he was feeling oddly complete. There was no sense of jealousy he expected to be there, because he knew no one could ever please her like he could, sexually or emotionally.
"You did well by her, Lee.. never seen her smile so much, " her mother and father approached him full of smiles. "Thank you…"
"It was no problem, she's… special," he smiled a little as he looked at them, "she'll never want for nothing… and if you need anything you just holler and I'll do what I can."
Her mother kissed his cheek and her father shook his hand, it felt weird. To have a family who didn't expect anything but for him to do right by the woman he loved. He'd do anything to see her keep that smile on her face, hell, he'd move heaven and earth for it. Lee walked over to her, kissing her cheek gently - "You almost ready?" he asked softly his hand on her back.
The reception had been quite small, they'd cut cake and done speeches right out the gate. Most people wanted to head home anyways, and he wanted to take her up to his cabin where he'd keep her in bed the whole week.
She looked at him and then nodded, "I'm ready, I'm kind of tired." she admitted lightly and he chuckled.
"Me too, we can take a nap once we get settled in." He told her gently and they began saying their goodbyes to everyone before heading out. The drive to the cabin was quiet if not only for the fact that his new wife was leaning against him asleep. Her legs curled under as he drove with his arm around her shoulders - this was the peace he'd been striving for, something he never thought he'd have. With Sherrif elections coming up in the next month, this couldn't have been better timing.
"Darlin'... we're here," he murmured kissing her head softly and she stirred slowly look around.
"Lee, it's beautiful," she gasped looking at it, "is it really ours?"
He nodded, "Had it built a few years ago, all ours." he chuckled as she got out of the car in her dress then rushed to go inside. Watching her look at everything with keen interest, things she's never seen before. It made him feel whole, something he'd been feeling a whole lot lately. Wrapping his arms around her from behind he buried his face into her neck, "let's go lay down for a bit then we'll eat dinner," he told her softly.
Pulling his new wife into their room, helping her strip from the gown and remove the hairpins. He dressed her in one of his t-shirts then laid with her tucked in his arms, and this is where she belonged nestled up next to him. He didn't know how long they slept but he knew he had been tired, he woke up with her ass pressed against his crotch. Lee wasn't a man with restraint so he humped into her hoping to relieve some pressure. To his surprise, she pushed back causing him to groan in pleasured agony.
"You awake, darlin?" he asked her softly but she made no sign of being away. He pushed his hand under the t-shirt groping her breasts, teasing her nipples till they were erect. His clothed cock pressed against the heat of her soaked core, "baby," he whispered kissing her shoulder, "need you so bad."
Lee pushed her panties to the side and pressed his fingers into her slit rubbing her swollen clit. "Damn sweetheart you're wet," he murmured and she gasped, moaning softly.
"Lee?" she whispered, "don't stop…"
"Never," he whispered leaving open-mouthed kisses n her neck and shoulder. "Take it all off," he ordered her and she did, tossing the clothing aside quickly before returning to him. "Beautiful… so much more than a pretty wife…" he murmured pressing his lips to her chest and sucking on her breasts. "Gonna make you cum then gonna fuck that pussy," he whispered gently. He untangled himself from her then undressed his cock standing proud, he leaned over her bringing her legs over his shoulders. Diving face-first into her heat, licking and sucking her into her first orgasm of the night.
"Daddy…" she whined her fingers going to his head, he took direct and in no time she was cumming on his tongue soaking his fingers. "Can I suck you some?" she asked softly and he groaned.
"Normally I'd say yes, but I need to be in you honey," he murmured as she spread her legs for him eagerly. "I want something else from you first though."
"What is it?" she asked him softly.
"I want you to beg for it," he murmured slapping his cock onto her wet core. "Beg me to fuck you…"
She whined a little, "Please daddy, please fuck me…"
"You can do better than that," he muttered softly slapping her thigh.
"Please fuck me with your cock daddy, I need it so bad please fuck me and fill me with your cum," she whimpered and he swore her slick was dripping from her folds.
"As you wish," he murmured as he notched himself at her entrance then kissed her passionately as he slowly began to push inside of her. The last thing on his mind was to hurt her, but he wanted to be inside her so badly he couldn't hardly stand it. He could feel how tight she was as he sunk into her, felt like he was being strangled but her pained moans stopped him.
"Don't stop it's good pain... I want it…"
"You like pain?" he murmured softly then pinched her nipple a little harder than normal causing her cunt to squeeze him. "Fucking woman of my dreams," he whispered against her mouth.
"Put it in me daddy, please fuck me full.." she whimpered pinching her own nipples as he pushed further inside of her. He could feel the tightness more and watched her for signs of too much pain. Though with how she was dripping he was certain it didn't hurt as bad as he was imagining it.
Lee pushed the rest of his cock into her tight channel, "fuck," he gasped, the first thrust jolting her body and causing her eyes to water. "so fucking pretty," he murmured as he picked up his pace. "All mine," he moaned at the sight of her cunt swallowing his length. He pulled her forward, "You see this… how we fit…" he whispered and she began rubbing her clit making him grunt trying not to lose control.
Lee removed her hand then placed his hand over her neck before picking up his pace. The bed began rocking, creaking against the floor as he set a brutal pace, but her moans and begging for more only served to egg him on. "Gonna fill your cunt, put a baby in you make you officially mine forever," he muttered as he thrust as deep as possible. Her walls fluttered around his length as she came her cries echoing well into the mountain tops he was sure, and he came inside her filling her to the brim. He slowly removed himself pushing his cum back inside of her, "I fucking love you," he said kissing her deeply.
"I love you too," she whispered against his lips with a giggle as her legs twitched. "Can I suck you now?"
He groaned making her laugh loudly as he fell onto the bed next to her, "You're definitely going to be the death of me." he murmured softly. "My pretty.. no.. beautiful wife," he murmured pulling her into his arms and rubbing her back gently.
It might be toxic of me but I really love when men let their jealous, protective side out during sex 🤤
I love the thought of Bucky cradling his girl's face in one hand while he holds himself up with his other, driving his cock in and out of her while whispering the filthiest thing in her ear.
"Shit, you were made for this, weren't you baby? Made to take my load." He's so lost in the way you whine, telling him he's right and he knows it when he feels the way your body clenches and flutters around him.
"Can't believe a pretty little thing like you is all mine. You know you are. You're my girl. Nothing else could even make me feel close to how you do." His dick slides into you, as deep as it can possibly go before he draws back again. His rhythm is manageable but you're pretty aware that your fingernails are digging into the broad expanse of his shoulders and back. It's not like you can be held responsible for that though.
"It's like you were made for me. Sweet and tight and wet and so fucking pretty. You're a dream come true." His self control never lasts too long and you feel the strain on it already. He wants to take you. He wants you squealing and whimpering and screaming his name so all your neighbours know who he is. He wants to make sure you go to work in the morning in a daze, unable to think of anything but the earth shattering orgasms he's dragged from your body. He wants to flood your body with his cum, filling you to the brim, claiming absolutely all of you.
"You're my pretty girl, aren't you?" He asks, using the hand on your face to guide you so your eyes meet his.
"All yours. Don't want anyone else." Your legs tighten around his waist, keeping him close in a way that feels desperately romantic. His skin on yours feels perfect and you find you just don't want to separate, not even for a second. Feeling consumed by him doesn't concern you, instead it's comforting. It's lovely to be his; to be wanted and needed by him and to know he's yours in entirely the same way.
"I slept on the street in Times Square with a friend, waiting in line to actually audition for American Idol when it came to America, and I wore leather pants for that audition. I sang the medley from Moulin Rouge a cappella."
I just think that if one time, while they are engaged, Peach called Baker Bucky hubbby on accident, his brain would short-circuit 😂🥰
Summary: Bucky loves the fact that he's going to be your husband
Pairing: Chubby Baker Bucky x Reader
CW: Bucky being LoveStruck.
A/N: Written on my phone.
Bucky's chatting with the farmer in front of his stall, balancing a wicker basket of freshly harvested plums on his hip. Every so often, his gaze strays to the left, his warm blue eyes drifting up and down your bundled-up body.
A smile tugs at his lips because he's the only one in this market who knows that underneath your oversized coat, his sweater (that you stole just as he was about to put it on), and those pants that make him want to bite one of your cheeks, you're wearing his marks like they're your favorite jewels.
You're not far away, standing in a booth covered in handcrafted plushies, knick-knacks and holiday ornaments. Although if he's being honest, any distance away from him is too far. So he ends the conversation, telling Frank he'll be back next week to try out his apricots.
Five long strides and he's within earshot of you.
"I have to get this, it reminds me so much of my husband. Soon to be anyway," you laugh, picking up the miniature stuffed bear wearing a baker's hat and holding a tiny croissant. "He's going to love this."
Bucky feels his heart stop. It hits his ribcage and stops right in his chest. Emotions billow inside him, warming more than the autumn sun ever could. His grip loosens on the basket, a few plums hitting the tall, damp grass with a faint plop.
Husband. He likes the sound of it on your lips. Your husband. He's going to be your husband.
You turn your head, a smile forming. "Bucky are you alright?"
"No. Yes. I-yes," he stammers out, closing the distance between you, his hands reaching for your face. He's disoriented and he knows he's not making sense but the part of brain that's still functioning knows it wants you, needs you right now.
"Wha-Bucky!" You quickly grab the handle of his basket, saving the rest of his plums. You have seconds to slide the basket onto the booth and then his lips are on yours.
The kiss is—well you understand what people mean when they say time stopped because that's how it feels with his soft lips molding over yours, his large hands cupping your face, your fingers sliding through his hair.
He's passionate and desperate and sinfully sweet. His kiss leads to another and another. Around the seventh time he slides his lips over yours, you decide you can easily spend the rest of your life kissing this man.
But you are blocking Sarah's booth and is she—yeah she's taking a picture, you and Bucky are going to be the talk of her bingo night. You break the kiss, leaning back when he instinctively follows you with a low displeased groan like you just snatched his favorite dessert from him.
"C'mere," he mumbles. "Just one more Peach."
Moving to your tiptoes, you brush your lips over his , swiftly pulling back before he can capture your mouth again. Giggling softly when he makes a disgruntled noise in his throat, you pat his chest, ignoring his pout. "We can finish this when we get home Bucky."
Or when you get to the car. Judging by the look in his eyes, its going to be the car.
"You wanna tell me what brought that on?" you ask as you hand a grinning Sarah a twenty.
A blush flares across his rounded cheeks, pressing his kiss swollen lips together, he shrugs one broad shoulder. Your words play in his mind and he briefly wonders if you'd let Bruce marry the two of you right now, right here in the middle of the farmers market. His gaze sweeps over face, lingering on your gorgeous eyes. No, he can wait, you deserve the wedding of your dreams. Until then he'll dream about being your husband.
Realizing you're still waiting for his answer, Bucky clears his throat, wraps his arm around you and picks his basket and miniature baker up.
"Just felt like kissing you." Always will.
"That's fine with me," you hum, leaning into his side. "Love you Bucky."
His response is a quick as it is genuine. "I love you too Peach." With everything he has.
Has bumblebee ever called her dad 'punk' any other such name? ...You know under the influence of Steve and Sam.....
How did malyshka and Bucky react to that?
No. She's called him James once or twice but she hasn't called him any other names. She doesn't like when people Steve tease her Papa.
Steve figured out quickly that the feisty little girl is protective of her father.
One morning, they're all in his living room to go over some paperwork. Bumblebee wakes up early and bounces in the room to show off her new Winnie the Pooh onesie.
A few minutes later, Steve makes some off the cuff remark, calling Bucky a punk and little Bee was not about to let that slide, immediately, earnestly correcting her uncle.
Steve can't resist teasing her. He points at Bucky, who's ruefully shaking his head. "Hate to tell you but he's a punk, Bumblebee."
Bee gasps, her large eyes widening in offense. "No punk, that's Papa."
Sam, playing along, shrugs when Bee turns to him for help. "I dunno know, he looks like a punk. Maybe a jerk too."
Bee putting her tiny hands in the air, lets out a frustrated sigh. "No he's Papa. He looks like a Papa. I knows it."
She glares at the two mobsters, brows scrunching, shaking her little finger as she explains that her Papa is not a punk or jerk and does it so seriously that both of them are struggling not to laugh.
Her Winnie the Pooh ears flop back and forth as she confidently waddles over to Bucky, hand out and asks for his picture card—it takes Bucky a minute to realize she wants his ID. She takes it from him with a grin. "Tank you."
Bucky smothers his laugh when she wadddles back over, waving his ID at her uncles. "See! He's Papa. Not punk."
Sam crouches down, studying the picture before nodding once. "You're right," he glances over his shoulder at Steve. "Your uncle Steve is the punk, not your Papa."
"Yes," She says, relieved. "I knows my Papa."
Sam leans over, whispering in her ear, her eyes bounce between her uncles, her bright smile causing her chubby cheeks to pop out. She cups her hand around her mouth and says something back to Sam.
Bucky and Steve watch, intrigued. After another round of furtive conversation, Bumblebee tilts her head back, looking Steve right in his eyes.
"Uncle Steve looks like a big dorito," she giggles, clapping her hand over her mouth. "Uncle dorito."
Sam and Bucky are quiet for a good ten seconds before breaking into raucous laugher.
Steve playfully growls and lunges at her. She shrieks in between giggles, running to Bucky for protection while she calls him all the silly names Sam taught her.
