dad!lee bodecker - electra complex cw: incest, cheating, fingering, finger sucking, groping, dubcon creampie
sheriff lee bodecker is not noble by any means. in fact, he is quite literally the opposite. regardless of who he is as a person, he is still your father and you unconditionally adore him — as one does with a parent.
at least that's what you think until you notice that your dear dad isn't being taken care of in the manner he should be.
it's not entirely your mother's fault. you were raised in this bumfuck small town where everyone says that women should take care of men, so that's the teaching that has been instilled in you. when you see how your mother doesn't do that, you can't help but think: "i can do better."
with your mother taking on the graveyard shifts as a nurse two towns over, you're the only one home when lee leaves his shift for the day. you start feeling a little competitive almost, wanting to prove yourself as a good woman of the family.
as the woman of the family.
so you begin to take over the chores around the house. you're the one throwing together ingredients you purchased over the weekend into a delicious, warm dinner to greet lee when he comes home. he was caught off guard the first time; he hasn't returned to a home-cooked meal in a long time. you tell him to get used to it because you're going to start taking care of him. you tell him that you're going to keep that soft belly of his round and full at all times.
you're the one looking up ways to clean the bloodstains off his white shirts, ironing them until crisp and making sure they're hung ready for him the next day. you hem his pants, patch up his clothes, and make sure all he needs to do to leave for work in the morning is put on his clothes and kiss you goodbye.
it doesn't stop there. once lee thanks you, once lee begins to appreciate your efforts, you only become increasingly greedy.
you start to do your hair, curling them gently until they fall in gentle waves. you do your makeup to hide the weary shadows under your eyes and line your lips cherry red to make sure lee notices, because he adores the color on you.
you do what you can to be the perfect daughter for him.
the perfect woman for him.
but it simply isn't enough. apparently not for lee. your greed seems to be inherited because lee still wants more. unfortunately, he doesn't want it from you. no, he goes back to your mother.
it's the first time your mother has ever taken a day off and so the two of them are home when you come back from classes. the two are in the kitchen, completely unaware that you're standing in the doorway. you watch as lee's thick hands slide up her dress, raking up the fabric to grab a handful of your mother's ass. he's kissing her neck, whispering words you can't hear in her ear.
what does she do? she brushes him off, tells him she's tired and would rather catch up on some much-needed sleep. once again, he's left cold in the dust.
and you don't feel disgusted from seeing that. no, you feel... jealous.
you've done all the work. you're the one who's taken care of him. why don't you get to reap the rewards? what's going to make him look at you?
when your mother is gone, you enter the kitchen and sidle up next to him. your arms wrap around his, soft breasts pressing up against his broad arm. "anything i can do to help, daddy?"
lee only looks at you. eyes almost pitiful. "no, sugar. this isn't something you can help with." it's his turn to brush you off and disappear down the hall.
all you feel is irritation. how dare he? you're his daughter. you can do anything to help your dad. you can be a woman too. you can be his woman too.
instead of giving up, you improve your tactics. you start wearing riskier clothes; really scraps of fabric that barely cover your tits and your stomach, shorts that ride so high you could see the under curve of your ass and your bare legs. you start listening to when he comes home, pretending to stumble out in only your towel like you've forgotten your pajamas.
you watch his eyes roam your body. you watch his eyes widen in surprise, how his pupils darken the rest of his gaze. but he only pinches his lips and lets you go on your way.
it doesn't matter how much you brush up against him, how much you curl up into him on the couch when he's watching the television. he doesn't do a damn thing.
despite the many lines he is apparently willing to cross for work, to cross to support this family, he doesn't seem inclined to do it with you.
however, all your little efforts seem to culminate into this grand finale. the event that takes the cake. it's one of lee's monthly poker nights. you usually hide out in your room and let him and his friends take over the living room with booze and cigars and cards.
not this time. this time, you want to show him what he's missing out on, especially when he's got enough liquor in him to sway his sense of judgment.
after lee brings them all to the setup, you come prancing in. a little babydoll dress. it's not terribly indecent, but it's not exactly proper attire either. lee seems to think so judging by the scowl on his face.
"sugar, what are you doin' down here?"
"just wanted to help you and your friends, daddy. shall i prepare some snacks?"
before lee can reject your proposal, his deputy across the table is already leering at you. his gaze drags up your thighs like the ghost of a touch. "i could use a snack, honey."
"fuck off, phil. this is my daughter. she ain't your wife."
"well, she ain't yours either," phil smirks then shifts his eyes back to you. "you got any pretzels?"
you spend the night doting on them. putting together bowls of snacks, refilling their drinks, even lighting their cigars. they absolutely delight in your presence but lee is none too pleased.
"lighten up, sheriff," another one of his friends smirk. "it's nice to have a woman in the room for once. brightens up the place, don'tcha think?"
"you fuck right off to hell, gary. this ain't no ordinary woman. this is my girl. you better keep your grubby hands to yourself."
but men aren't very good at listening, are they? as you're pouring phil another glass, he skates his hands up your thighs, fingers skimming the edge of your panties. you don't say anything but you make sure lee notices.
"hands, phil," lee snaps.
when you swap out the bowl of chips in front of gary, he openly looks at your tits practically spilling out of your dress, even licking his lips.
"eyes on the game, gary."
it doesn't take too long before lee's patience snaps and his hands shoot out to drag you onto his lap. "daddy!" you gasp.
"you sit right here and behave while i play. be my good luck charm."
"but the drinks—"
"they can serve themselves," lee grunts and his determined tone has a finality to it. with a beefy arm trapped around your waist, he keeps you firmly on his lap.
his breath ghosts your skin as he hooks his chin on your shoulder to peer at his cards. the way he's holding you presses your arms and tits together to create a gorgeous cleavage for everyone else to see. everyone's clearly distracted and lee hates the way they keep trawling their eyes all over you.
"wanna try, sweetheart?" his last friend offers up his lit cigar to you with a smile.
your hand rises only for lee to snatch it back down, keeping it trapped in his. "don't even think about it, smokes. my baby girl ain't touchin' that. especially not when your filthy mouth's been on it."
"lee is testy tonight," smokes chuckles, taking another drag.
"can't imagine why," phil smirks, gaze flicking over to you. he nods. "you ever been with a boy, honey?"
both you and lee freeze where you are. you instinctively begin to squirm, wondering if there is a right answer to this question.
lee's hand slides onto your bare thigh, giving it a firm squeeze. "well? answer the man."
his liquor-laced breath tickles your nose and you turn to find his face in such close proximity to yours. his eyes are glossed over, darker in this light. lips glistening with the sheen of whiskey on his lips. you resist the urge to lean over and kiss that flavor clean off his mouth.
"maybe," you giggle, shifting back against lee's soft wide frame.
"never brought that boy around to your dear old daddy, did you?" gary chortles.
"which boy?" lee's voice is quiet but gruff in your ears.
your pulse skips in your throat. your body is warm all over as lee's grip tightens on your thigh. you can feel yourself begin to leak between your legs. a whimper slipping past your lips at the look on his face, at the stern cadence of his voice.
"alright, pack it up, boys. time to call it a night. if we stay any longer, lee's going to pull out his rifle," gary chuckles as he scrapes his chair back.
the two of you barely pay them any mind as they awkwardly make their exit, quietly thanking you for your hospitality on the way out.
you try to get up to clean but lee keeps you still on his lap. his arm tightens around your waist.
"tell me which boy, sugar."
you laugh almost nervously. "there's no boy, daddy. i was just playing with you."
"you lyin' to me?"
"no, 'course not."
"you like playin' games?" lee asks, but the underlying warning is clear.
you played a little too close to the fire tonight. you may have just gotten burnt.
"let me rephrase, you like playin' with me?"
and your answer is honest. "i love playing with you."
lee's lips curl into a devilish grin on his handsome face. your dad is just so thick everywhere. his neck, his cheeks, his shoulders, his arms, his thighs. his stomach that fits into the curve of your back when you arch.
"wanna play a game with me?" he murmurs as he tugs your hair to one side.
the flimsy strap of your dress slips down your shoulder. neither of you bother to fix it.
the air is wrought with tension. you can barely breathe. lee brushes his lips along the back of your shoulder and up your neck. he breathes in that sweet perfume you've sprayed on, one that belongs to your mother that lee gifted her one year. one that she hasn't touched in so very long.
"smell so pretty," lee mumbles. "look so pretty too. you dress up for the boys?"
"dressed up for you, daddy."
a groan wrenches out of his chest. "you like callin' me daddy, sugar?"
"that's what you are," you try to innocently say.
lee tugs at the other strap of your dress, letting it fall down your shoulders. with that gone, the lace falls down to your waist, leaving you bare.
"i could feel your ass on my cock the entire night," lee mutters. "could feel this gorgeous thing rubbing up against my chub."
you bite on your bottom lip, looking straight ahead. lee's hands slide up your sides until he's going under your arms to cup your breasts. you let out a small gasp as his fingers begin to toy with your nipples, pinching and pulling until you're writhing on his lap.
"you do this on purpose? is this what you want? you just want your daddy to touch you?"
"oh god," you moan.
"don't use the lord's name in vain. we're already going to hell for this, i don't need another reason for him to punish us," lee taunts. his fingers are skilled as they grope your tits, pushing them together, fingers digging into the pliant flesh. "look at these pretty tits. made 'em myself."
"daddy," you stop him with warmth creeping up your cheeks.
"me and your mom made this pretty girl right here. only right if i get to use her, right?"
you nod eagerly, "yes, use me. i'm just here to help you. here to make you feel good."
"such a good, obedient girl. you're too good to me."
"i wanna be good just for you."
lee sinks his teeth into the crook of your neck as he keeps one hand on your breast and the other falling between your legs. he spreads his knees, parting your legs along with him. when he cups your core, he lets out a surprised sound.
"you've been bare all night?"
"no, i slipped off my panties earlier," you confess, biting your bottom lip. "when i went to refill the pretzels."
"fuckin' hell. did you enjoy phil copping a feel? bet those guys haven't seen a body like this in ages."
"mhmm, but i like your hands more," you admit sweetly.
with a proud grin, he tweaks your nipple again. "where'd you learn to sweet talk me like this? always knew you were sweet, but not this sweet."
"i'm just telling the truth, daddy."
lee prods a finger in. it's almost too easy. how wet you are. how greedily your cunt swallows up his finger. your folds are slick as he pushes one fat finger in, your pussy clenching around him. then he adds another because it doesn't seem to fill you up.
"pussy's kind of loose, sugar. you been lettin' anyone else in here?"
your heart spikes. "no, daddy. i told you."
"then why is your pussy takin' me so easily? fit two fingers like it's nothing."
"i-i don't know. maybe it's just because i'm so wet."
"or maybe i made you with the pussy of a fuckin' whore. a pussy made to be fucked by fat cocks. i was worried you wouldn't be able to take mine but guess i never had a reason to," he chuckles. "this pussy's going to stretch around my cock just fine."
you moan as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, the drag of his thick digits sparking a delicious sort of lightning throughout your body. his one hand is still playing with your tit, tugging and squeezing until it's sore and sensitive. lee laps at your neck like a dog, tasting your smooth skin with the rough graze of his tongue.
when you open your eyes, you find lee's fingers dripping with your juice in front of you. he presses the tips against your bottom lip first, then orders you.
"suck."
"daddy—mmph—" he pushes the fingers in, touching the back of your throat as you gag around the length and the flavor. every complaint that rests in your throat gets shoved back down.
it's icky. it's sloppy.
"clean my fingers, sugar, or i won't fuck you."
you whine but, once again, you're an obedient girl. you lick around his fingers, your delicate hands wrapping around his wrists to keep his hand steady while you suck on his fingers like a good girl. lee groans behind you, forehead against your back.
"good girl," he rasps.
then he lifts you up all too easily, pushing aside everything on the table so he can press your face down. your cheek is against the velvet surface and you hear the clink of his belt before you peek at him shoving his trousers down.
you yelp when his fingers grab your hips to drag you back towards him. the tip of his cock pokes at your entrance and you can feel how big he is. how thick he is.
"you asked for this, sugar. temptin' me all fuckin' month for me to stick my cock in this pretty pussy, now you've got it."
lee sheathes himself all the way in. cock buried to the hilt. the force of impact, the sheer thickness of him that stretches you out with a burn has you gasping for air. your fingers scratch at the table and lee quickly grabs your hands and pins it on your lower back.
"don't fuck up my table. just take it like a good girl."
he begins pistoning relentlessly, cock bullying your insides like he's trying to scramble every inch of you. the burn sears heat into your skin, but is quick to melt away to a delicious kind of stinging that has your mind buzzing alive.
lee grunts with every thrust, like he's putting all of himself into every jerk of his hips.
"fuckin' tight ass cunt. greedy pussy's takin' me so well. this cunt's better than your mother's, is that what you wanted to hear?"
you whine with his words, clamping down around his cock even tighter.
"i asked you a question, girl," lee growls, pushing your hands down harder against your back until you mewl in pain.
"y-yes," you stutter.
"pert tits so much better than your mother's. young, tight pussy for me to defile. god, i can't get enough of this pussy now that i've had a taste. i'm gonna make you cockwarm me every night, sugar. once your mother leaves for work, you're sittin' on my cock all night."
you gurgle incoherently, babbling an agreement in your stupor that you probably won't remember tomorrow.
lee fucks deep inside of you, every drag of his cock is the spark of a match that sets off another round of fire inside your gut. his thick belly presses against your back as he leans forward, knocking the air straight out of your lungs.
"my sweet daughter's pussy. i can't wait to fill this up. i can't wait to cream inside you."
"n-no, please. i'm not on any protection," you groan.
"now you wanna complain? after pushin' me to the edge. no, you're going to take it like a girl. if it takes, then it takes. gonna tell your mom how you've been whorin' yourself out so we have to keep you home. i ain't lettin' you go anywhere. you're stayin' right here with me."
"daddy, no. please."
but your protests fall on deaf ears. even worse, it seems to egg lee on. every cry from your lips has him fucking you harder, faster, deeper. the pain is numbing, the pleasure is blinding. your vision is blurry from the tears that have welled in your eyes from both the pain and pleasure.
"fuck you so good every night, sugar. i'm going to keep this spoiled little pussy filled. if you wanna act like a brat, i'll treat you like one too. you're gonna be my good little wife, aren't you?"
your heart slams against your ribcage. "mhmm."
"gonna be so good to me. take care of me. feed me. my perfect little girl becoming my perfect little wife. nobody else has to know. just you and me."
"daddy," you whine as your stomach tightens. you can feel the climax chasing after you, a sensation that has your legs tensing and back arching further.
"my dirty little secret. my sweet, sweet girl."
"w-wanna cum, please. please let me cum, daddy."
"yeah, that's it," lee rolls his hips intentionally slower, drawing out your climb.
you squirm against him, nudging your ass back until you're practically fucking yourself on his cock. "please, daddy, please please." drool's rolling down your chin. messy girl spilling everywhere. cunt leaking, mouth dripping.
lee tightens his hold around your wrists, strong enough to bruise, and grabs your hips as he fucks into you. he goes fast and hard and mean. so deliciously mean.
the orgasm crashes over you and drags you under like a tidal wave. you're left gasping for air as your pussy clenches around him and his own orgasm rocks through his body. his thick frame shudders as he spills warmth inside of you, painting every inch of your insides your shade of pure.
"that's good, that's my good girl," lee groans. "my perfect baby girl."
a whimpered whine leaves your lips again as you shake through the last of your pleasure. lee pushes in a little deeper, silently praying that some of it is going to stick. he may be old but he's hoping those little suckers still have some strength to them.
"i'm gonna carry you upstairs with me still plugging my cum inside your cunt. then i'm going to fuck you again in the shower and then again in my bed until your mom comes home. when she does, i want you to smile at her and ask her what she wants for breakfast. got it?"
"yes, daddy."
requested by anon: dad!lee bodecker with spoiled reader pls!! where she lowk has Electra complex lol a/n: after i finished writing this, i realized you said spoiled reader which i completely missed. i do apologize but i hope you enjoy this regardless, especially with the sprinkling of the electra complex! if you enjoyed this, please like/reblog/comment. kisses!
