The sheriff likes how you always got a pie baking in your window. He likes that every time he sees you, you got your apron on. He likes that you smile and wave at his cruiser. He likes all the way you make him shift in his seat.
The only thing he doesn't like, is that you're not waiting at home for him.
Summary: Lee has regrets to deal with and decisions to make.
Warnings: Alcohol consumption, Depression, Thoughts of cheating, Unhappy marriage. Please let me know if I missed any!
Lee's made a lot of decisions in his life that he regrets. He'll swear up and down that he had only the best of intentions when he signed up for the police force. When he decided to become sheriff. But no one knows better than him how far his morals have fallen.
But not being your man was the biggest regret of his life.
To become sheriff, he needed financial and social support. The kind he could get from her family. He courted her, got on her father's good side, eventually marrying her. He honestly thought that's all love was, that that was the purpose of a marriage. Now he's got all the resources he needs to keep his position, barring his sister royally fucking things up for him.
But then he met you.
Him and his little family were making an appearance at the local auction to raise money for the church. People brought a bunch of homemade goods and foods. Sometimes it was simply pine cone crafts that really did look pretty. Other times it was Granny Russell's special chicken livers. Lee always thought only an idiot would turn down that specialty.
But then you showed up, with a stack of pies.
You were something to look at, Lee was sure no one could deny that. But you were also so sweet. He was certain your kindness, patience, couldn't be real. No one was that sweet all the time. You were too new to the town for him to really know well, but given how the people who did know you reacted, he could imagine you were worth knowing. He made sure to buy one of the pies you'd brought, intent to use it as an ice breaker. He'd figure out your angle, how you could play so nice.
But when he looked into your eyes, he was a goner.
He's never seen such beautiful, kind eyes. He swears they were sparkling. For the first time in his life, Lee was tongue-tied. His wife had to subtly elbow him in the ribs to stop his staring. He definitely got an earful that night before sleeping on the couch. The entire time you were talking to his wife, his kids, he felt at a loss. Like there was something more to life than status. His wife set him straight, though.
But he kept seeing you around town and the feelings kept coming back.
You were always busy with your baking. Always kind to everyone. Always waving at him and smiling. He feels in his bones that you should be his. That you could give him the actual warmth that storybooks about love had promised. Not the performative care that he and his wife did for each other. You'd genuinely enjoy spending time with him, with the kids. Not complaining about a "life wasted" like his wife.
But cheating or worse, a divorce, would kill his election odds.
Every day he can't be with you hurts him. He takes up drinking to try to ease his misery until his wife dumps all of his bottles, citing the upcoming election. The people aren't gonna vote for an angry drunk. Lee thanks her, honestly thanks her, and it catches her off guard. If he can't have you, he's gonna try to do better by his own wife. Maybe it'll help ease the pain of not having you and your natural sweetness in his life.
But then Hal Carter comes to town.
He's a tramp, everyone knows it. He's a drifter working in different towns as he tries getting to some friends of his further south. He claims to have a college degree but Lee doesn't want to believe it. Hal is young, strong and, according to all the old ladies at the church, very helpful. Everything Lee is not. Hal hasn't stopped showering you with attention, attention Lee knows you deserve.
But it should be Lee making you happy.
Holy wah, that got away from me! This was not supposed to go on so long!
Finally putting this bad boy up!! Pretty proud of how it turned out but I hope you like it! <3
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18+ content
summary: you get caught with a boy and need to persuade Sheriff Bodecker to not tell your parents
contains: dark!Lee Bodecker, innocent/naive!reader, age gap (reader is in college), dad's best friend!Lee Bodecker, daddy kink, virginity loss, finger sucking (?), a sprinkle of spit/cum play, face fucking, hair pulling, choking, two shots of humiliation kink (entire bottle), degradation kink, breeding kink, hints of fingering here and there, and Lee being a dick <3
word count: 6k
WARNING: This fic contains dark themes including - NON-CON/DUB-CON, possessive behavior, manipulation, blackmail, coercion, and other shit I don't remember. Again, THIS IS A DARK FIC, don't read it if you're not comfortable with it!
Now that all that's out the way, enjoy the next 6k -ish words of pure filth <3
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“You’re a long way from home, miss Y/L/N.”
Blue eyes pierce into yours, your hand fisted in the fabric of your dress as you stare back at the man. This could not have looked worse. You’re with your date– alone, an hour away from the city, in an empty parking lot. And out of all the people, Lee Bodecker just happens to see the car and stop by.
You weren’t doing anything wrong. Jacob was sweet, the two of you haven’t done anything aside from little make-outs in tiny rooms and the backseat of his car, (he was your first kiss but you didn’t plan on ever telling him that). Jacob made you feel good, he had managed to rope you in with his charming smile and smooth words and finally got you to come to one of his games.
The town loved Jacob, who wouldn’t? He was a star college athlete and anyone would be able to see how big and bright his future is. And you? Well, you were just any regular college student out there. You lived with your parents, have classes all week, and work at an old diner on the weekends for some change.
So the look of surprise on Sheriff Bodecker’s face when he sees you does little to ease your nerves. Nothing had happened in the car…yet. You were surely on the way which is very evident in the matted mess of Jacob’s hair from your fingers, your swollen lips, and your flimsy sundress that’s ridden up your thighs a bit. You try to shift in your seat to bring your dress down a little more, but it only hikes the material up further, a wave of heat running over your body in embarrassment.
“Your daddy know you’re out this late– this far from home, with the star quarterback?” You nearly want to cry when he asks. Your father and Sheriff Bodecker are good friends, best friends some would say, and there’s no doubt he’s going to tell your dad about what he saw tonight. Which means you’ll be forced to stop seeing Jacob. What type of image of your family would you be painting if everyone heard about you sneaking around with a boy late at night? You would become the town's gossip for a while, especially because your dad is the mayor.
“We were just about to head home, sir. Stopped by for a bite to eat.” Jacob speaks up for you, seeing as all the words you know have suddenly escaped your mind. The sheriff doesn’t look at Jacob though, his eyes are still stuck on your nervous figure. A smile cracks across his lips, he looks away, head turning as he lightly laughs, eyes twinkling with the golden hues from the streetlights. He works a toothpick between his teeth, taught muscles working beneath his jaw as he thinks. “You think I don’t know what you two were doing?”
You want the leather seat beneath you to swallow you whole when he looks back at you. “Sir?” Jacob attempts to challenge him, but Lee doesn’t take the bait. He taps the edge of the window once as he stands up straight, a hand settling on his hip as the other tips his hat up a little. “Go home, 24,” Jacob’s jaw tenses at the lack of his name and the use of his jersey number. If the man wasn’t a cop and sure to arrest him, Jacob would’ve punched the douchebag. “Y/N, get your things, I’m taking you home.”
Your shoulders sink, eyes wet with tears as you fight them back. “Uh, sir I don’t… That isn’t necessary, I can take her home.” Jacob attempts, but Bodecker waves a hand. “I’m sure you can. You’ve had your fun, son. Have a safe trip home.” Without another word, he nods toward you and walks to his car.
You quietly grab your things, whisper a small, “Night, Jacob.” and leave, shamefully walking towards the police car. You don’t understand why you feel so guilty, so ashamed– nothing happened! You wanted to spew out a plethora of excuses when you got in the car, but nothing came out. You were too nervous and scared to say anything, and Lee’s intense gaze didn’t help either.
Without a word, he drives off, nothing but the sound of the engine and the faint hum of the radio filling the car. It’s like this for a while, 10 minutes maybe, until Lee reaches over to turn the music down and speaks up, “Are you a virgin, Y/N?”
You nearly choke at his question, looking over at him in shock before looking away in embarrassment when he glances over at you. “I uh..” you clear your throat, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. “Sir?”
“Are you a virgin?” The words make you want to shrink in your seat, and to some extent you do. He glances over at you again, awaiting an answer. It’d be rude to not answer him and you’re already in a lot of trouble. Your fingers twist and pull at the hem of your dress as you answer him, “Y-yes sir.”
He hums, nodding his head in response. Nothing else is said for quite a while again until you break the silence.
“Sheriff?” You’re slightly turned to look at him, watching as he continues to work the toothpick in his mouth. “Doll.” He urges you to continue.
“Are you going to tell my dad?”
When he looks over at you, he almost coos. You’re the sweetest thing Lee Bodecker has ever set his eyes on. He wonders how you’ve survived so long given how naive you can be, but he doesn’t point it out, he’d rather use it to his advantage.
“You know I have to, Y/N.” A frown takes over your face at his answer, you look back down at your lap before looking back at him. “Nothing happened though, sir.” Your weak attempt at saving face.
He hums, head ticking to the side once before shaking in disagreement. “It was only a kiss.” You insist, mere seconds away from begging for mercy, even if you were telling the truth and he was in the wrong.
He doesn’t say anything, and it makes you even more stressed about the situation. He still says nothing as he pulls the car over to the side of the empty road. He parks the car and turns over to you, draping his right arm over the back of the seat, fingers tapping the leather behind you. Your heart races in your chest as he ticks an eyebrow at you. “Now, that’s not what I saw, bunny.” He frowns at you.
You feel so frustrated, on the brink of crying. Nothing happened!
You open your mouth to say something but he stops you. “You’re a sinful little thing, Y/N. Sucking off a boy in an empty parking lot miles from home. What would your parents say, hm? They’d be so disappointed.” Tears are now brimming your eyes, the thought of your parents being so disappointed in you strikes a sensitive nerve. You’re a good girl, you’ve never really done anything bad; hell, you’ve never even been grounded!
“Sucking off? I didn’t…” You’re shaking your head but stop when he shakes his as well. “Don’t waste your excuses on me, little one. They won’t work, better save them for your parents.” His index finger brushes the collar of your dress before he pinches it between his fingers, feeling the soft material as his eyes bore into yours.
“T-they’re not excuses.” You further attempt, frowning when he ticks an eyebrow at you. “Are you calling me a liar, bunny?” You nearly gasp, frantically shaking your head. He looks so upset, hurt, and disappointed and it makes you want to cry. “No! No, sir I-” “That pretty little mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble if you keep talking.” He threatens. You’re quick to shut your mouth and he hums. A shiver runs up your spine when you feel his hand slip beneath your hair, fingers lightly massaging the back of your neck, thumb gently running up and down your pulse.
“Think you need to stuff it full, hm?” His hand is now cupping your jaw, gently forcing it open. You don't think your heart has ever beat as fast as it is now, thrumming in your chest like a caged distraught bird. Two fingers dance across your swollen lips, fingertips catching the wet spit. You whimper, attempting to move your head away, but the look that flashes in his eyes has you stuck as he finally dips into the warm wet cavern of your mouth. “Suck.”
You’re hesitant as you follow his instruction, lips closing around his digits. Instinctively, your tongue swirls over his fingertips and knuckles as you suckle at the two fingers like they’re candy. Throughout this, Lee’s eyes never leave yours, and there's an unspoken warning to not break eye contact unless he says so. You’re sucking on his fingers for a bit of time, a few praises slip his mouth here and there and you suddenly find yourself squeezing your thighs. You try to be subtle about it, but Mr. Boedecker is ever the observant one.
“What are you doing, bunny?” He taunts. You give an eager suck and he softly laughs as you huff in exasperation. “Sucking on daddy’s fingers is making you wet, isn’t it?” He coos. You barely realize it when you nod, eyes fluttering as you squirm in your seat. He tuts, moving closer to you and slipping his other hand up your thigh as you squeeze again. “Open your legs.”
You fail to do it on his first order and it proves to upset him, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your thighs, pulling a squeal from the back of your throat as you comply. “There we go,” He praises, the palm of his hand stroking up and down the inside of your thigh, watching as you struggle to keep them open.
“You should be thanking me, you know.” He tilts his head towards you. You glance down to where he’s rubbing at your thighs, nearing your clothed center every time. “Boys like Jacob only want one thing from dumb girls like you.”
You’re a second away from asking what it is they want, the suspense nearly killing you, but he answers for you. “They just wanna fuck you, sweetheart. Use you up and kick you to the side… you should be thanking me.” He repeats, eyes gleaming with a demand. Through a full mouth you speak, “Thank you.”
He hums again, pulling away his fingers to smear your saliva across your lips as you lightly pant. “Bet you’ve soaked through your panties by now, haven't you?”
You don’t answer, tongue chasing his fingers again, there was something that felt nice about it. However, Lee doesn’t allow you the privilege again, instead, his fingers grip your jaw, wet fingers digging into your cheeks as he forces you to look at him, your eyes fluttering open (you’re not exactly sure when they’d even closed). “Answer me, slut.”
The name makes you whine in humiliation, tears welling in your eyes again. “Y-yes, sir-” “Daddy.” He cuts you off and corrects you. You heavily swallow, a wave of embarrassment and arousal washing over you. “Yes, daddy…” You utter.
He pulls away from you and before you can whine he’s already giving you instructions. “Take off your panties and put them in the glove box.”
You silently gulp, face burning with humiliation as you skate your fingers up your skirt and hook them into the waistband of your panties, dragging the flimsy cotton piece down your legs. You can’t even look at him as you finally get the article off, shutting your legs as you reach forward to stuff them in the glove box as you were told.
“Good girl,” He hums, you glance over, shy from your dirty actions as he watches your every move. “Come here.” God, your head feels light with the mixture of emotions you have, but you do it anyway, not wanting to upset him.
When your thigh brushes up against his, his fingers find their way into your hair, curling to gently tug at your soft strands. “Unbutton my pants and get my cock out.” The feeling of his breath on your cheek as he speaks has you nearly whimpering.
“But sir, I-“ You’re cut off with a sharp tug to your hair, a yelp leaving you as a shot of pain runs through your scalp. “How many times do I have to correct you, hm?” You whine, thighs shifting against each other, you’re ashamed of the way your body is reacting to his words and actions.
“This sweet mouth is clumsy,” His free hand reaches up to squeeze at your cheeks, watching as your lips pucker and you preen in embarrassment. “Needs to be put to work, stuffed full so that little tongue of yours can’t form anymore lies.”
Your right hand is fisting at your dress in your lap, while the other subconsciously falls onto his thigh, nimble fingers curling around the rough fabric of his trousers.
“I don’t like repeating myself.”
He lets go of your face and watches as you take a shaky breath, eyes falling to his lap, his thighs spread with a noticeable bump in between. Your jittery fingers fall onto his belt buckle, swiftly undoing it before doing the same with his button and zipper.
A soft groan nearly leaves him as you reach into his pants and pull his cock out. Your lips are parted in awe at the sight of his prick, hard with a red and drippy tip. He's average length, but is much bigger in girth than most people, Y/N thinks… She doesn’t really have anyone to compare him to.
He nods when you glance at him, scared of what will come next. “Go on, suck my cock pretty girl.”
A part of you doesn’t want to, the fact that this is Lee Bodecker, the town’s sheriff and one of your father's closest friends is all the more reason why you shouldn’t. But the look he’s giving you; not only does it slightly scare you into submission, but it also sends a ping of arousal rushing to your center.
You’re frozen, stuck in place because you’ve never done this before. Making out with Jacob is as sexual as you’ve ever been! You know what sex is, you know what he is asking— telling — you to do, but…you don’t know how to.
You’re about to tell him, but his patience runs thin as he grips the back of your neck and pushes you down, a yelp leaving you as you fall face-first into his lap. And then your face to face with his cock, glancing up at him as he grips himself from the base. His other hand leaves your neck to push back your hair and you slightly jump when he slaps his cock against your cheek, humming in satisfaction as strings of precum smear across your skin.
“Open your mouth.” He orders, jaw clenched as he tilts his cock towards you. His tip swipes across your lips before he pushes himself in, a soft groan leaving him as he eases into your soft wet mouth. The taste of him bursts against your tongue, salty and slightly sweet, more pleasant than you had imagined, but you fight the urge to make a face anyways. He’s so big in your mouth, stretching your jaw so much you can already feel an ache rising after only a few thrusts. Your eyes are still watching him as he groans above you, head tipping back in ecstasy as he picks up the pace.
One of your hands is gripping his thigh, while the other rests against his hip, nails digging into the soft pudgy skin. Your hands squeeze in surprise when he pushes your head so far down that you gag around him, throat contracting around his cock, pulling a deep groan from him. “Fuck, mouth feels so fucking good. Wanna make you choke on my cum.” He spits out.
You’re ashamed of the way your thighs keep clenching in desire, what for? You don’t know.
Tears of joy nearly spring from your eyes when he pulls you off his prick, but he doesn’t take you far, rubbing his tip against your damp lips. “Spit on it.” His words make you audibly whine as you turn your head, a silent plea to be done, but he tightens his grip on your hair, turning your head back and pulling. A whimper tumbles from your lips “Please-“ “What did I say about repeating myself, bunny?”
You suppress another whimper as your purse your lips, gathering spit in your mouth before spitting it all on his cock, watching as it dribbles down from his tip. Without another word, he shoves himself back between your lips. “Suck it, suck my cock, and make daddy feel good.”
You do as he says, slowly bobbing your head up and down, listening to the words that leave the man above you. You’re sloppy, spit and precum dripping down the sides of your mouth, spilling onto your chin and his pants. “Look at you drooling for my cock,” He coos. You feel so dirty. Guilty and wrong for the part of you that actually wants to satisfy his needs.
“Sucking me like I’m paying you for it…Shit, you were made for this.” His fingers curl in your hair, a whine leaving you as pain shoots all across your scalp. “Yeah, made just for my cock. Only good thing that mouth of yours does.”
Without warning, he holds both sides of your head before thrusting up into your mouth a few times, repeatedly hitting the back of your throat before shoving you completely down. His head tips back as you gag around him, your face pushed up against his soft tummy as he holds you in place. “Fuck,” He drags the word out as you squirm against him. Your hand rises, pressing up against his tummy in a weak attempt to beg for air, but he doesn’t let up as he rocks his hips against your face.
Finally, he pulls you off by your hair with a curse, watching as you gasp for air, choking and coughing on the mix of saliva and his arousal.
You reach up to swipe at the mess on your chin, but he grabs your wrist before you can. To your surprise, his other hand reaches up, fingers curling at the neckline of your dress and yanking it down to reveal your chest. You gasp, your free hand coming up to shield yourself from his hungry eyes, but he grabs that arm as well, pinning both hands to the seat.
“You keep your fucking hands glued to the seat unless they’re touching me, you understand?” He snaps. You mewl, eyes fluttering shut in the embarrassment of your state right now. But he doesn’t allow it, his hand reaching up to grip your jaw with a quick order to open your eyes. “Do you understand?”
You shift in your seat as you nod. “Yes, daddy.”
You squeal when you feel a wet substance landing on your chest, his spit. It’s humiliating. The absolute degradation of Lee Bodecker spitting on you like you mean little to nothing has you whining and mewling in shame, but he doesn’t care. He takes his hand away, which is now covered in spit and cum from your face, before smearing it all over your chest, big hands squeezing at your tits as you let out little noises of protest.
“Fuck, look at these,” He squeezes both tits in his hands as you squeeze your eyes in embarrassment, nails digging into the leather of the car seat beneath you. “Maybe I should fuck these instead, hm?” His fingers pinch at your nipples, pulling and rubbing as you squirm.
“Ah! Please!” You gasp, back arching up into him. You’re frustrated with the way this is actually making you wetter than before, even though you keep pleading for him to stop. “If I wasn’t so keen on fucking my kids into you, I would’ve kept fucking that mouth of yours until I came all over these tits. Make you lick it all up like a good girl.”
His words have your face heating up, chest heaving as you pant into the air. You’re shocked when he leans in and presses his lips to yours, humming at the taste of you and him. You don’t kiss back for a moment, but he tugs at your nipples as a warning and you gasp, allowing him to slip his tongue in. The kiss is filthy, nasty, and wet, and by the time he pulls away, you’re left panting and dizzy from lack of air.
You barely register how he manhandles you, making you sit back so your back is against the back of the seat. He lifts your left leg, tossing it over his thigh and pushing your other leg so your thighs are parted wide. You want to close them, but you know it’ll only get you in trouble.
“Pull your dress up, show daddy his pretty pussy.” God, you don’t know what’s gotten into you, but another wave of arousal hits you. His pretty pussy.
His pretty pussy.
You’re burning with shame as your shaky hand reaches between you, fisting at your dress before pulling it back, holding it to your stomach as you subconsciously widen your legs, flaunting everything you have to give. Your other hand is stuck to the seat, squeezing at the tired leather as your gaze flickers up to Lee, seeking approval.
He hums, a hand slipping up the inside of your thigh, squeezing the soft skin and watching you squirm. “Look at you, bunny,” He coos, fingertips nearing your wet center. You whine when his index finger ghosts over your folds before parting them to watch you pulse around nothing. “All this is for me, hm?” He raises a brow, looking over at you, the hand that’s still stuck in your hair tightening as he forces you to watch as he pets you in your most private area. A thick finger sinks into your weepy hole with a faint squelching noise. “Yes, daddy.” You sigh, eyes stuck watching his face as he focuses on what’s between your legs. Your eyes flutter shut for a few moments as you suppress the moans that want to slip, but Lee tuts in disapproval.
“Look,” He tilts your head down, muttering for you to open your eyes. “You’re making a mess all over my seats, bunny. You’re lucky I’m ready to fuck you or else I would’ve had you over my knee for being a bad girl.” You pant, whining in embarrassment at the sight of your arousal smeared between your thighs and dripping onto the seats below you.
“A-ah! Sorry…sorry daddy.” You manage to speak between breaths as Lee hums, his thumb joining to rub at your clit as he continues to work his finger in and out of you. “I’ll have to punish you another time.”
You can’t help it when you dive forward, chasing his lips in a sloppy kiss, a frown forming when he turns away. Suddenly he’s pulling away from you entirely, tears form in your eyes as you begin to think you’ve done something wrong, but Lee doesn’t do much to rest your spiraling mind.
He’s moving you around again, pushing you to lay on your back and splitting your thighs open before he kneels between them, a hand wrapped around the base of his cock as the other pinches at the skin of your thigh. You’re dazed and fucked out already, too tired to realize what’s going on before you feel him painting the tip of his cock up and down your slit. “W-wait!” Your hand shoots up to press at his tummy, legs trying to shut but failing due to his large body between them.
You’re scooting back against the car door, an arm reaching up to cover your chest as you whine. “T-This doesn’t feel right…” A prominent frown is etched across your lips as you attempt to shut your legs. Memories of your mother telling you to never let situations like this happen. You had thought Lee wouldn’t take it this far. Certainly, he wouldn’t go all the way, especially with his best friend's daughter.
The look in his eyes says otherwise, a whimper falling from your lips, “You can’t, please.” Your attempt at begging is weak, and it proves to be so when he grunts in annoyance, hands landing on your hips to pull you closer once again, legs splitting around his waist. “This isn’t right, you’re my dad’s best friend!”
You’re shocked when his hand wraps around your neck, squeezing enough to shut you up as he leans down, face to face with your tear-stained face. “You don’t know the difference between right and wrong. You’re just a dumb fuck bunny,” His words bring more tears to your eyes, fingers ripping at the tainted seats below you. “You were made to just lay there and take cock like a fucking whore.”
He rubs his prick through your folds again, laughing when your hips twitch from the feeling. “You’re gonna let me fuck you, you know why?”
You mewl, squirming beneath his grasp as he slaps his cock against your cunt. Heat rises up your neck and face at the wet sound of your arousal echoing in the car. “Because if you don’t, I’m gonna tell your dad.”
“N-” “Yes. I’m gonna tell him how his little princess is out at late hours fucking boys in parking lots. He’ll be so disappointed. Probably ship you off for a camp over the summer-” You sob as he describes your possible future. “No, please no!” You beg.
“Mm, eager now are we?” He hums. There’s no warning when you feel his thick head slip into your tight hole, one of your hands shooting up to grip at his wrist that's held up to your neck, manicured nails digging into his skin, sure to leave a mark. He wastes no time shoving his cock all the way into your tight channel, full and heavy balls pressed snug against your bum as a sound close to a scream wracks through your body.
“Oh, fuck,” Lee curses above you before leaning forward, smashing his lips against yours as you softly sob. The burn is intense, it’s uncomfortable, and if he hadn’t had your legs spread so wide, you’re sure you would’ve kneed him and tried to escape by now. Your lips are still as he kisses you, you’re body trying its best to accommodate his large size as he begins thrusting in and out of you.
“Ah! I-” You can hardly form words as the pain sears through your lower body. A sharp thrust has you squealing, hands frantic in search of something to hold, one hand shoots towards his stomach in an attempt to stop him. “I-...it hurts, daddy. It’s too much!” You plead, fresh tears rolling down your face when you squeeze your eyes shut. Your entire body is warm, your ears burning so much you swear you can hear the blood rushing through them.
His hand leaves your neck, tangling into your hair as he tells you to open your eyes. You open them, blinking through tears to gaze up at him. Lee has never seen a prettier sight, your lips swollen and wet, face damp and glistening with tears under the streetlights, Your eyes are glossed over as you blink up at him. You’re trembling, mumbling incoherent sentences as his pace slowly picks up.
He coos, petting your hair when you let out a strangled moan. The pain is slowly starting to subside the longer his cock pierces into you and you feel more than ashamed of yourself when you start to feel good. There’s a dull ache rising in your lower stomach as a result of his relentless pounding and it brews a slight pang of fear in your chest.
Each thrust pushes small little ‘ah’s from your mouth, the hand on his stomach fisting at his shirt. “I’m doing you a fucking favor getting you dumb for my cock. Gonna have you addicted, ruin you for anyone else.” He grunts, watching as you struggle to breathe beneath him, lips parted around moans and mewls, chest heaving in exasperation. He can hear you struggling to get a word out, your eyebrows pinched together as your thighs squeeze his hips.
“What’s that, sweet girl?”
The switch of his attitude is giving you whiplash, his pet names for you go from slut or whore to sweet ones like bunny and sweet girl. You whimper, cheeks burning in embarrassment from your next words. “More please.” You whisper. A small smirk tugs at Lee’s lips because knows he’s slowly pulling at your loose threads, tearing at your seams one by one. “More? You want more, bunny? You like daddy’s cock?”
A slur of yes’ leaves your mouth, “Mm. And to think you wanted me to stop. To think you even wanted to fuck that little friend of yours.” His eyes trail over you, groaning at the sight of your wet tits bouncing with his thrusts. “You were gonna let him between these pretty thighs,” You shake your head but he nods. “Yes, you were. We both know you were, you fucking slut.”
You open your mouth to disagree, but it’s cut short with a moan. “Were gonna let him cum in you and get you pregnant. Then what? You get stuck with him for the rest of your life.” Your moans are breathless and borderline cries as he keeps fucking you. A hand reaches up, gripping your jaw, and you whimper, tears filling your eyes. “That’s what you want? Wanna get stuck fucking his tiny prick for the rest of your life, hm?” “No! No, daddy…”
A tear slips down your face, not only from how good you feel but from the words he’s saying. You can’t imagine being stuck with Jacob for the rest of your life. Sure you liked him, but it was just a fling! It wasn’t anything serious yet, and you didn’t quite like the way he would openly flirt with girls right in front of you.
“Maybe I’ll let him get you pregnant. What would your parents say when their sweet innocent baby gets knocked up by the town's football captain?” You cry out at his words and his actions. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry please no, please, daddy.” You sob. At this point you’re not entirely sure what you're begging him for, the lines had blurred long ago.
Lee coos, thumb caressing your cheek, wiping away your tears. He leans forward, lips ghosting over yours as he speaks, “Shh shh shh, it’s okay baby. You belong to me now,” You subconsciously wrap your arms around his shoulders, trying your best hand at kissing him (which fails when you kiss the side of his mouth and he pettily laughs at you). “Gonna put a baby in you and claim you for myself, hm.” You shake your head, whining at the image of Lee getting you pregnant. He pushes himself to sit back up, your fingers getting lost in the short strands of hair at the back of his neck. “Yeah, let everyone know your mine when they see your tummy swell with my babies. Watch these tits of yours get round and full with milk, fuck.” The image drives him insane, his hands palming your breasts and squeezing hard enough to make you squeal. And the more he talks about it and the longer you dwell on it, the image doesn’t sound so bad.
The air around you is thick, your pretty moans mixed with his loud grunts and the repetitive lewd sloshing sound of your sex makes your eyes roll, that ache in your tummy becoming more and more prominent.
Suddenly his hand is in your hair, tightly pulling to force your neck at an angle to where your gaze is set downward. “Look at us,” You’re forced to watch where he’s pounding into you, thick cock wet and shiny with your arousal and your innocence as he repeatedly disappears within your cunt. “Don’t we look perfect, bunny? Like a fuckin’ masterpiece.”
Your tummy quivers, thighs shaking as you feel an overwhelming sensation in your gut. “Y-yes. Yes, daddy, s’so pretty.” Your words are chopped and slurred with each of his thrusts. He pulls your head back up and smiles at the sight of you, dazed and fucked out with a sliver of drool spilling from the corner of your mouth. “Oh, baby. Are you drooling for daddy’s cock? Fucked you dumb haven't I?” His thumb catches the spit, running over your bottom lip before dipping into your mouth, watching as your lips close around his thick digit.
“So pretty baby. Never gonna let you out of my sight again. Just for me, aren't you? Daddy’s special girl.”
You mewl at his praise, nodding your head as you continue to suckle at his thumb. You pant, opening your mouth to respond, “Yes, daddy. S’all for you.”
He nearly cums, the sight of you so far gone has his head spinning, but he isn’t done yet. He kisses you, hard and sloppily before digging his teeth into your bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood and make you loudly whine. When he parts for you, you gasp, squirming beneath his hold as he pistons in and out of you.
“D-daddy?” Lee doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of hearing your sweet voice calling him that. “I-i…my tummy burns.” You’re frowning, toes curling in your shoes as an overwhelming fear settles over you.
Lee’s head tosses back, fingers digging into your hips as he fucks you onto his cock like you weighed nothing. “Let it go, baby, let it go.”
A few more thrusts and you’re trembling, latching onto Lee like your life depends on it. Above you, Lee grunts, jaw clenching at the feeling of your pussy tensing around him, soaking his dick so much he’s sure his seats are ruined by now but he doesn’t care. You’re mumbling little thank you’s as he continues to fuck into you.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum in your little pussy and you’re gonna take it all,” You’re positive there will be bruises where his fingers are on your hips from how tight he’s holding onto you as you mewl. “M’gonna fill you up ‘til you give me pretty babies.”
You’re twitching from sensitivity when he finally cums, pushing himself all the way to the hilt as you cry out, legs closing around his sides. It seems like he’s cumming for hours, hands grinding your hips back and forth on him before he pulls out (and even then, a few more spurts of the sticky substances leaves his tip and paints your swollen cunt).
Lee hums, cursing under his breath when he looks down. “Look at that, baby.” He’s manhandling you again, fingers pulling your hair and forcing you to look down between your legs, grinning when you moan. “See how pretty you look with my cum?”
You watch with moony eyes as the white substance drips down your center, gasping when Lee runs his finger through the mess, pushing it back into your pussy. You sob as he curls his finger once before pulling away, raising the slick coated finger between the two of you before slipping it into your mouth, watching as you eagerly lap up all the cum on his finger.
“That’s enough, don’t get greedy.” He scolds, pulling away as you frown. “Sorry, daddy.” You whisper. Your eyes are stuck on his plump lips as he speaks, but you register none of it, only snapping out of your daze when he lightly slaps your cheek twice before gripping your jaw, watching as your lips pucker. “That’s the last time you’ll be seeing Jacob, right bunny?”
You nod, quickly murmuring a ‘yes, daddy’ before he smiles, pulling you forward to press your lips onto his, loving the way you melt against him, even if every alarm goes off in your head. The guilt is beginning to gnaw at you as you kiss him back, shame and terror of what you’ve just done slowly consuming you.
A final pang of doom echos in your chest when he pulls away and gazes at you, “Good. You’re mine now.”
A childhood friend stirs something in Lee that he didn't think was possible.
Want To Bet On It? by @ladyfallonavenger
“What’s the most you ever lost in a coin toss?”
something sweet by @laineywilsons
your first halloween as the sheriff’s wife doesn’t quite go as planned.
a different kind of angel by @laineywilsons
a chance meeting on a knockemstiff back road changes lee’s life forever.
babydoll by @bellasburdens
go ahead, baby by @sweetdreamsbuck
You’ve been taking cooking classes to surprise Lee for your anniversary. You try to keep it a secret from him and he finds out that you’ve been lying about where you’ve been going.
Sweetheart by @likeahorribledream
Lee takes you out to celebrate, but he quickly notices that something is bothering you.
Drabble by @sweeterthanthis
A thorn in your side is all he ever was, but using his desire to your advantage wasn’t as selfless as you’d lead him to believe
Pearl Necklace by @mypoisonedvine
your husband has a special present to give you this christmas.
In Through The Window by @disturbedbydesign
You and Lee had always dreamed of starting a family, and when you finally gave birth to your first child, you thought your dream had become a reality. But then something changed—your baby changed—and your dream turned into a nightmare that only you could see.
Meant Something by @mickeyhenrys
“of course it meant something!”
coping mechanism by @lokiskitten
you’ve been seeing Lee for a while now, keeping your relationship secret for the sake of both of your reputations and mainly in order to avoid drama. One night, after you cooked him a fancy dinner, you notice an unusual sentiment of frustration radiating from his body. After begging him, the man eventually reveals the reason to his sorrow and you decide to show him how much of a handsome man you believe he is.
Goodbye, Earl by @disturbedbydesign
You thought you'd left Knockemstiff behind you, but when your best friend needs saving and has no one else to turn to, you return to town to take care of business. But can you get out of town before Sheriff Bodecker catches up with you? Because he's got some unfinished business of his own.
You can be my daddy tonight by @bucknastysbabe
If you’re seeking heaven then you’ll want to come and get it.
Mix Every (Baking) Failure with Chocolate by @acatwriteshere
Reader is trying her very best to make her first Valentine's Day as a married woman the very best any husband could wish for. How sad that she fails at preparing the main surprise.
dinner and a treat by @nickfowlerrr
girls like you don’t need heaven by @noceurous
the night works for the troubled ones, it was better to make it home before the sunset
SERIES
just between you and me, did the love affair maim you too? by @extremelyblackandwhite
sheriff and his princess by @sweetdreamsbuck
Anything by @littlelioncub43
It’s Day I of your birthday week, and you decide to kick things off with a little celebration dance. Lee, of course, isn’t complaining about it. After all, whatever you want, you get.
Domestic!Lee by @tumblin-theworldaway
Got Any Candy? by @qyllenhaal
Y/n wants to get out of town and move to the city, but the pay she's making at her job isn't cutting it. She answers a weird ad in the classified ads that doesn't turn out to be what it seemed.
Summary: Everyone in town wonders why you won’t leave town now that you don’t have any reason to stay.
Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST - Canon character’s death
A/N: Divider by @firefly-graphics
Everyone in Knockemstiff had expected you to leave town after it had happened. No one thought you’d stick around. “What does she have to live for in this dingy town?” You’d hear some of the old ladies whisper at the grocery store.
Of course, you didn’t place them for judging. You didn’t have anything left in this town. After all, you knew in your heart he’d want you to get the hell out of here as well. But there was one thing in this town that made you stay.
The sun was shining bright today as you laid the flowers out upon the gravestone. It had been almost a year since that fateful day. You could still remember the argument the two of you had before it all happened.
“I understand he killed Sandy, but what if he hurts you, Lee?” You shouted at him as he grabbed his rifle. The idea that Arvin Russell could hurt him seemed so ridiculous to him.
“We both know that ain’t happening.” He laughed at the idea. Oh, but it did happen. When you got the call that they found Lee’s body, it felt as if your entire world had collapsed. Why didn’t he listen to you?
So now you were laying flowers upon his grave like you did daily. Being here gave you a sense of peace you couldn’t find anywhere else in town. You knew the townspeople talked, and they gossiped about you. But the truth was, you couldn’t leave him.
summary: the night works for the troubled ones, it was better to make it home before the sunset
warnings: alcohol consumption, smoking, hints of family issues, marriage issues, body issues, infertility, cheating, angst, swearing, heavy flirting, usage of pet names (baby, sheriff), smut, fingering, lee bodecker x reader || minors dni, 18+
a/n: sorry if i made mistakes and tried to make lee sound as southern as possible, please leave feedback and comments 🖤
You turned up the music coming from the radio, sliding down the windows of your car to feel the wind on your cheeks. You wanted feel like you were alive, again.
As you were going to bend over the shift to take out a cigarette from your bag, you’ve seen the blue and red lights followed by the siren.
“What the fuck?” You stepped on the gas a bit more, annoyed by the fact that the road was clear and somebody already being the buzzkill of your fun.
Before you could escape the car, it ended up in front of you, causing you to step on the brakes. You huffed, hitting your palms on the steering wheel. You had half a mind to cuss the officer for being a trouble. It was already late at night and all you wanted was to get back to your place and sleep.
You jumped when he knocked on your window shield, sliding it down. “Ma’am, are you aware of the speed limit?”
“No, but people say it is never too late to learn.” You smiled at him, blinking your eyes a few times to look cute.
“It was 65, and you were going with 80.”
“Oh, that is a big difference. But as you can see, the road is all clear, and I just wanted to get to my bed before my bedtime.”
“You live near?”
“Kinda. You?”
“I’m the Sheriff of this town. It’s odd that I haven’t seen you already.” He said as he bend over your window to take a better look at you. Even in the darkness it was clear that he was affected from your beauty.
“I’m new in town, Sheriff. It’s nice to meet you.” He smiled, bowing his head a little when you gave him your name.
“Have you been drinking?”
“Define drinking.” He chuckled.
“I’m gonna ask ya to step out of the car. What kind of sheriff I would be if I let you drive like this?”
“The cool kind?”
“Nah, baby.” He took a step back when you opened your car, eyes wandering on your open legs in your pantyhose. He prayed for the one who invented those one more time that night.
“Do you always call the people of your town, baby? If so, I might like this place.” You asked as you tried to keep your balance in your heels.
“Only the cute ones like yourself.” He said as he helped you to stand still. “It’s a wonder how you drove all the way like this.”
“I’m a very good driver, Sheriff…” You squinted your eyes to see the name tag on his uniform. “Bodecker!”
“Just not responsible enough.” He said as he helped you to get into his car.
“What will happen to my car?”
“ ‘will have somebody to take it to the station, and you can come and take it in the mornin’.”
“Well, you’re lucky tomorrow is Saturday, so I don’t have to work. Otherwise you’ll be in trouble.” You joked as you got to his car.
“Tomorrow is Sunday, baby. And you’re lucky I didn’t put you in jail.” You threw your head back, squinting when you realised you spent your Saturday by drinking only.
“Well, isn’t it sad that I don’t have the memory of Saturday.” You let go a breath as you raised your cigarette to your lips.
“No smoking in the car.”
“Oh please. You’ve already taken my car and now I have to figure out a way to go all the way to the police station tomorrow. Can’t you cut me some slacks, please?” You pouted.
“Fine. But you don’t tell anyone about this. It will be our lil’ secret.”
“I don’t talk to anyone here.” You said as you lit your cigarette.
“Where to?”
“To the mango coloured one, with the broken chimney.”
“I know that one. Are you related to the old guy who lived there?”
“Granddaughter. My mom is the daughter. That is why my surname didn’t ring any bell.” He nodded, chuckling.
“Did he give you the house?”
“Well, I’m the only one that was interested. So, in a way, we can say that.” You smiled when you saw the house. “I’ll sell it after fixed the dozens of issues the old guy left us to fix.”
“I see, ‘m sorry for your loss.” You nodded, throwing your cigarette on the ground and pressing on it.
“Loss is loss. What can you do?”
“So all you need is to come by tomorrow. You need to sign some papers, but I will try to help you as much as I can.” He explained when he walked you to your door, making sure you have made it there safely.
“Thanks. See you tomorrow then, if I can remember.”
“Is there something I can make sure you remember me, baby?” He walked closer to you, leaning over to you.
You smell the whiskey on his breath, smiling at realising you weren’t the only one who loved alcohol. You smiled as you took out the pen on his shirts pocket, scrabbling something on your palm as he took a step back.
“This will do. Thank you for your service Sheriff, see you soon.” You said as you opened your door.
You woke up, nausea woke you up to be precise. The guest room bed was old and rough. You pitied whoever was next to sleep on the shitty mattress.
You tried to eat something neat, or whatever was left in the fridge, before heading to the station.
You swore to yourself when you realised you left your luggage in your car. Getting back to station in the clothes you slept in was nothing close to ideal.
“Well, it can’t get any worse than this.” You mumbled to yourself as you poured yourself some coffee. Taking as much as time to sober yourself up.
“You need to sign some papers, Miss.” The officer explained as he gave you the papers.
“Don’t I need to pay for towing and impound fees?”
“Those are already have been taken care of.” You nod as you sign the papers, getting your ID in return.
“You were also asked to drop by the Sheriff’s office, but he is on his break now.”
“What should I do? Wait?”
“Well, he should be here less than twenty minutes. I advise you to wait if you want to take your keys because I was told to not give them back until you have a meeting with the Sheriff.” You sighed. You should have known better that this won’t be easy.
“Can I at least wait for him at his office? This place is too crowded.” He shrugged, head busy with papers reaching to his chin.
You took it as a sign to walk over to the office. Closing the door behind you. It looked kind of messy, an ashtray filled with cigarette buds and a half empty coffee mug smelled like whiskey. You chuckled when you saw the doughnut box in the bin.
“Well, who do I see? So you remembered what happened.” You chuckled, shaking your head.
“It all came back to me when I didn’t see my car in the garage.” He smiled, shaking his head as he walked over to his chair.
“‘said in the morning, but it should be hard to wake up considering you couldn’t walk straight last night.”
“Something like that. So what is the meeting about, the responsibilities of a driver and the harm of the alcohol?”
He shook his head. “No, baby. I just wondered how you were doin’ considering you’ve had rough days.”
“I’m doing fine. Don’t I look fine?” You chuckled, even though you were sure you looked like hell, being in front of him in your wrinkled clothes and hair not fixed enough.
“You look more than fine, baby. A true treat.” He confessed in a breath, taking out your keys from the drawer.
“It’s nice of you to say that, considering I couldn’t change my clothes because my luggage was left in my car.”
“Even if you were dressed in a trash bag, you would look better than the women of this town.”
“Are you flirting with me, Sheriff?” He smiled at you, leaning back in his chair softly.
“What if I am?”
“I’d say it was a dangerous game for you, considering the ring on your finger.” He laughed, so hard that the corner of his eyes wrinkled. He couldn’t remember the last time someone made him laugh like that.
“Well, I believe you can guess that I’m not happily married.”
“Nobody is. I hope you will find something that will make you happy.” You said as you walked towards his desk, taking your keys. You turned around, swaying your hips slightly. A small thank you gift for him for paying the fees for you.
“Hope to see ya again, baby.” You turned to him, smiling.
“I hope that too Sheriff, you’re a pleasant company.” You said before leaving.
“It’s been long enough baby, ‘bout to lose ma hope.” You smiled when you’ve heard his voice. You looked over your shoulder, frowning to the creak the wooden chair made on the floor.
“It’s nice to see you again, Sheriff. You know where I live, so you could have always stopped by. I can leave my door open from now on if you want me to.” You winked.
He loved how suggestive you were. Glad to see the light in your eyes when you looked at him, something he never saw in the folks of that cursed town.
He was fond of your flirting and teasing, he already knew his price would be high when you gave in to him.
“This is the best offer I’ve heard in years.” He chuckled as he sat down next to you. “I might take your offer some day, you better be prepared.” You chuckled, shaking your head.
“Should I ask what are you doing here, Sheriff? Isn’t there any cute girl on the road for you pulling over?” You asked, even though you were aware it was rare for Knockemstiff to have visitors.
“I believe we both know that there is no chance for this old soul to find anyone better than you, baby. Not that I’m wanting to either.” You smiled at the compliment, knew he loved to play the game with you.
“You’re such a liar, it’s bad for your reputation.”
“Nah, it’s true. It surprises me to see ya still hangin’ in this shitty hole. Better leave before it eats the soul out of ya.”
You shook your head as you placed your glass back on the bar. “You’re here too Sheriff, could that be the reason?”
“I’d leave without lookin’ back, if I knew I have had better chances. It’s not like that with you baby. With a beauty like yours, you should have the world wrapped around your finger.”
“Shouldn’t you been telling those words to your lovely wife Sheriff? I bet she would be over the moon, I guess it had been years since you last told her something nice like that.”
“Somethin’ like that but I don’t like lying to my wife. It’s bad for ma reputation.”
“If she asks where you’ve been, are you going to tell her that you were with me?”
“I might, but that depends how the night will end, baby.”
“It will end with me sleeping in my bed peacefully. I don’t know about your sleeping habits but I’m sure it doesn’t include my bed.”
“You’re a stubborn one baby. You can’t deny about this tension between us, don’t you get tired of playing cat ‘n mouse?” You roll your eyes at him, taking a sip from your drink.
“If you don’t like those kind of plays too Sheriff, there is always your wife who I’m sure waiting for you at home with her legs spread wide open.” You mumbled, not seeing the small pout on his lips.
You didn’t know that it had been years since his wife last touched him when she found out that they had issues about getting pregnant. On top of the already existing issues.
Being a loving father was already out of the picture, why not a loving husband should stay?
“One more drink baby, and I gotta drive ya back to your place again.” He said as he pointed your half full glass. “You know that I can’t let you drive to your place like that.”
“Didn’t you drink too Sheriff? I cannot see any way out for both of us from this bar.”
“You’re the one who is mumbling baby, I can get us wherever you want all safe ‘n sound.”
“Cross your heart Sheriff, you’ve found how to make a girl get into your car.” You giggled as you packed your bag. “Take care of the bill, can you? Probably gonna cost less then your whiskey.”
You mumbled as you stood on your feet again, the gravity wasn’t your friend that day too but thankfully his hands stopped you from falling. “Gotcha, baby.”
The walk to his cruiser didn’t last long even if it did all the alcohol you’ve consumed made it pretty easy.
“You look better right next to me in my passenger seat, baby. It’s better than being in the back isn’t it?”
“It depends on how the night’s gonna end, Sheriff. Don’t get your hopes all hyped up.” You winked as you rested your head on the window, feeling his warm palm on your thigh.
You could feel the tingles on your thigh with his touch, feeling them going upwards from your spine.
“Don’t look at the glass half empty, baby. This old guy still has some games on his sleeve.” He winked at you as he stepped on the gas.
“Sheriff, the speed limit is 65, you’re on 70.” You fake gasped, spreading your legs for him so his hand went to inside of your thigh.
“Loved the dress baby, black is really your colour.” You nodded, biting down on your lower lip when you felt his hand getting closer to your panties. His fingers brushed against the band of it, tugging it down slightly.
You scouted closer to him, letting him pull the white fabric down. “Oh this night will be fun, too bad I’ve been looking forward to heaven Sheriff. You’ve gotta give me something far better than that.”
He smiled at your confession, when he took a look at the small dampness on your panties.
“Girls like you don’t need heaven as long as you’ve got guys like me.” He said as he stuffed your panties to the pocket of his jacket. His fingers found your folds, groaning as he felt the wetness.
“Shit, you’re so wet that I’m sure you’re gonna leave a mark behind you on the seat.” He pushed his finger inside of you. You spread your legs eagerly, hand holding tightly on the handle of the door.
“Fuck, being slow isn’t in your game, is it Sheriff?” You said as you turned to him, watching how his eyes were still on the road as his fingers bumped into you.
“I’ve got half a mind to stop this car and bend you over the hood.” He answered. You threw your head back, moaning when they brushed along your sensitive spot. Your other hand went to back of his head, pulling him to your lips.
The kiss was quick since he didn’t want to crash the car. You both moaned when your lips touched each other. “You taste like pure sin.” He chuckled, pressing on the gas, his thumb found your clit and made you moan again.
You could feel the coil below your stomach get tighten, your orgasm was close and you wanted nothing more than for it to came. “You’re gonna make me cum before we can make it to my house.”
“Is that a problem?” He asked, as he added another finger, curling them inside of you. “Wanna see if you were right.” He sped up his hand, making you came down to his fingers with a scream. “That’s how I like it.” He pulled them out, and liked his fingers clean as the car stopped in front of your place.
“Taste like pure heaven.” He said as he opened the door, and you copied his movements.
He followed your footsteps to the door, watching you clumsily unlock it. He pushed you to the nearest wall, smashing his lips to yours. You were caught off guard, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Don’t think I can ever get tired of kissing ya.” You smiled, feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks. You made him walk towards your bedroom, kissing and taking clothes off along the way.
First thing he did was bend you over on your bed, fingers following the shape of your naked body lying underneath him. His thick hairy legs were placed on both sides of your body. His other hand was pumping his cock, rubbing the tip between the thick flesh.
He didn’t wait for you to see his naked body hiding under layers of clothes. Couldn’t see the look of pity like his wife was doing for the years even though he was sure you would never look at him.
He didn’t want to risk it.
A smile formed on his lips as he splayed you on the bed. You looked better than any woman he was thinking about when he was alone with himself.
“Such a heavenly sight.” He mumbled as his fingers found your folds, gathering the wetness. “Promise I’ll take my time with you next time baby. But you’ve made this old dog. wait for too long.”
He explained before pushing himself inside of you in one move. “Sheriff!” You squeaked, ashamed calling him by his title rather than his first name.
“Fuck! Keep calling me by that name, baby. Scream loudly even for whole town to hear!” He placed his hands on your waist, keeping you from falling forward.
“You feel so good S-Sheriff, so good oh!” You moaned when he spanked you.
“You feel so good too, baby. All warm and wet around me like you’ve made for me.” One more spank and his hand went to your throat, keeping your head up as he sped up his movements. Leaning down to kiss your back, peppering kisses all around.
You knew your second orgasm was close, body already sensitive from the first one. You couldn’t even remember the last time a guy made you cum twice.
“Sh—Sheriff, I—I’m close.” You cried out, feeling him turn your head to give you a kiss.
“I can feel it too baby, you squeeze me so good.” He said before kissing you again, pushing his tongue inside of your mouth. Your body shuddered under the weight of his large one.
The coil inside you finally snapped one more time, his mouth swallowed your moans before he broke the kiss. “That’s my good girl right here, taking my cock so good that it made you cum.”
“Anything for you Sheriff.” You said it out loud, mind so hazy from your orgasm it didn’t matter what you said.
“Fuck! Is that so baby? Are you going to continue to be a good girl and let me cum inside you?” He licked the shell of your ear, making your body tremble under him.
“Yes! Cum inside me Sheriff, please.” After you finished he spilled his seed inside of you. Ropes of white warm cum filling you up. You smiled at the feeling of being full.
He pulled out with a hiss, turning you around to see the blissful look on your face. “See baby, you don’t need heaven as long as you have me.” His large hands cupped your cheeks, as he leant over to kiss your forehead.
warnings: large age gap(implied; lee is late 30s reader is early 20s), angst, fluff, happy ending
not edited or beta’d- do not repost or translate!
any mistake i make is my own!
lee bodecker x f!reader
word count: 2,062
part two to right where you left me
here you are now, calling me up, but i don't know what to say; i've been picking up the pieces of the mess you made
lee looked at the ticket in his hand, inspecting it. it has been months since he picked up that ticket at the diner. the ink on it slowly fading the more he held it in his hands. he thought of what life could be with her. if he stayed, if he was selfish, he could be happy right now. he hears shuffling feet and he attempts to hide the one thing he has left of y/n.
-"you don't need to hide it lee," dot's voice sounds as she peeks through the door, lee sighs at her statement. he knew dot had been lurking, seeing him look at the faded ticket. he wanted to be happy with her, give her the life she deserves- but everytime he moves on a speck of y/n floods his brain. he can't help but compare them, how y/n's skin is softer, how her eyes sparkled more. lee couldn't bring himself to hurt dot too, he decided to leave y/n, to leave the restaurant with her looking like a dream with tears running down her face- tears he put there.
he left her, he shouldn't be feeling like this. he chose to leave- after weeks of mulling it over, lee decided to put an end to their relationship. albeit, he never gave y/n an explanation as to why or have her the real reason as to why. lee knew of y/n's ambitions, he knew she was more than this town, she could do better with her life than be here, than being with him. that was the final straw to his decision, on top of the silent whispers of her wasting her youth with an old fat guy like the sheriff. lee chose to leave her be, to live her life, to figure out who she wants to be, who she needed to be with. it was the most painful thing he ever had to do- but he did it in the name of love, for y/n.
dorothy's looming presence forces lee to speak up,
-"dotty, i think we need to talk" the strain in his voice surprised him and looking at her she knew.
-"i-" lee sighed continuing the need to end it, "i'm so sorry but i need to leave. i need to break this up. i am so sorry in promising you the life you needed and deserved." lee looked up at her, his eyes watering, he didn't mean to hurt this many people and as he looked up at dot, her understanding eyes looked at him.
-"lee bodecker, you are one of the nicest man in this planet, maybe the nicest man to exist in this rotten town- you taking a chance on me and my son is the best i could ever hope for. i hope you be happy with her, go after her lee- apologize and beg for her back." dot gave lee a bone crushing hug and wiped the tear running down his face. this hurt lee. the pain for leaving comfort to chase something that might blow up in his face. though for lee it was all worth it, he had to show y/n all the love he still had for her.
the bustling city still surprised her, in the two months she's moved to new york everyday she saw something that she deemed odd. yet the city air was fresh to her, different from meade. the tall skyscrapers stand with the sky instead of broken down brick buildings. the way the sun felt against her skin was different too.
it surprised y/n to see other women studying in the same college as her, everyone acting nonchalant about it. two years was all she needed to be a nurse. she’d always loved helping her dad when he got into brawls or even lee when he’d sneak into her house with a cut open lip. lee, she had missed him but it seems to be too late to vocalize it now, he’s moved on and he’s also the one to break it off. though she never got the explanation from him, she thought it was better that way.
the basking thought of him would come up late at night when she realized how alone she was in the city. how she was singled out from her friends that she had made. her mind always wandered back to lee when she thought of home. she would have sacrificed everything to be with home right now but as fate would have it lee did not want her back. the hurt from the breakup keeps her going, lee would have cheered her on if they were still together, though she might not be where she is now if they were still together. she was unsure if lee would leave the power he had back in knockemstiff. maybe if they were still together she would be content in life, in a house somewhere in brewer heights. all the maybes got to her head and tears streamed down her face.
if only lee had explained why he wanted to break up- maybe if she had a reason and maybe if he hadn't moved on she would have stayed.
y/n wiped the tears off her face and focused on her task, needing to finish her assignment which had taken her all night to do. she had to wake up early tomorrow to apply for job, her savings running low.
lee struggled when he arrived to new york, the fast paced walking and talking made him miss knockemstiff where nothing ever happened. the search for y/n was going to be tough and he knew it, a big city like new york and he hadn't got the faintest idea where she was staying or where she went to school. but lee was determined to search every corner of the city if it meant getting her back, or trying to at least. lee hadn't slept since he got to new york, sitting in the first diner he found at the corner booth on his third cup of coffee. the bell rung and something in him willed him to look up and as he did he saw her. the one he was looking for, she looked healthy, her eyes weren't as sunken in as the last time he saw her; she also looked grown, she had more confidence in her. she wasn't the innocent doe-eyed girl lee had met.
lee had taken the menu the waitress had left and hid his face, he was suddenly nervous for her to see him. would she think he was crazy? even perhaps shoo him away without him having a chance to give her an explanation? hearing her sweet voice for the first time in a while brought him back to the first time he ever heard it,
a sweet giggle lured lee back to consciousness, he had gone to church to campaign. married women were swarming him, fawning over him; yet he grew tired of this as soon as he heard her, his head turned to her and a white-like halo surrounded her figure. the dress she wore fitting her whole personality. lee had become addicted to someone he didn't know.
-"excuse me, i saw the ad on the newspaper and i was wonderin' if the waitress position is still open," she still had her accent, it was a slight drawl but it was still there.
if fates would have it, this was lee's chance to talk to her yet he seemed to be choked up on the what ifs.
y/n enters the diner and asks the first lady she sees about the ad on the newspaper and as she was looking around she sees a familiar figure hiding behind a menu. a simple menu couldn't hide his broad shoulders, or his familiar hands. the same hands that was all over her body not long ago. those hands that she loved so much, the same hands that she thought wouldn't let her go and yet it did.
y/n felt ridiculous, maybe it was a man that wasn't lee. the ghost of him was everywhere, lingering and following her around. just as she thought she moved on, he still haunts her.
yet, as they lowered the menu those familiar cerulean blue eyes stared at her. as she made eye contact with him, y/n's heart stopped beating.
why would lee be here? is he real?
as if someone was puppeteering her, y/n made her way to his table,
-"what are you doing here?" her words laced with venom and hatred, though she didn't mean for it to come out that way.
lee stuttered, he took a deep breathe before answering her,
-"i followed you here," y/n didn't even let him finish his sentence.
-"well that's obvious, get to the part why you're here." she was more snappy than he was used to.
-"i saw your train ticket fall at the diner the last time we saw each other and i realized i was wrong. i was wrong for breaking it off and i was wrong-" then again she scoffed at this interrupting him.
-"lee bodecker, i had given you more than enough time to get me back but you turn to another woman. and what's worse is that you never gave me a reason why. do you know how many nights i stayed awake staring at myself trying to look for imperfections, trying to ask myself why you left me? because maybe if i learned why then i could change it and get you back." y/n's tears were running down her face, sitting opposing to lee, she saw how his face changed.
-"do you wanna know why i broke up with you? it was because of my own insecurity, because i know you could be better without me. because you can achieve so much without me holding you down. because you wanted to go to a big city and i wanted to stay in that small town, and y/n you deserve more than me and if i had told you all of that you would have assured me that it's not the case and we would be what? together but you would be unhappy because you have so much more to offer than be in that fucking shithole." y/n never knew the gravity of lee's insecurity, they have gone over it a couple of times. first when she heard a couple of guys, younger deputies sneering and poking fun of how lee looked. you had told him to ignore it because you loved him for who he is, part of what attracted you to him was because how soft he was, how he felt when he was on top of you.
-"all you had to do was stay lee, it would've been enough for me. even if i didn't get to chase my dreams, even if it meant me being stuck in a house. that would all mean staying with you lee." her voice was meek, her heart pouring out to lee. if she had known lee felt that way then against all odds she would have figured something out.
-"i know honey, but i couldn;t. i was holding you back and i'm here now. i realized that leaving you, not being with you; it's slowly destroying me. i tried distracting myself with work, playing house with dot but nothing worked. it's always been you and only you. so here i am, as a man asking for you back. i would get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness if that's what it meant." lee got up preparing to get on his knees and y/n opened her mouth to talk before he could.
-"would you leave knockemstiff for me? would you leave all that power you've collected, that cushy house in brewer height, all for me?" it was a question that has been gnawing her brain. if the answer was yes, no hesitation she was willing to give lee a chance.
and without hesitation, with pure love in his eyes,
-"anything for you sugar. i would fight anyone come hell or high water to keep you y/n."
y/n dragged lee to her apartment, their lips clashing filled with desire for what felt like eternity yet it wasn't enough. the electric feeling between them, buzzing and keeping both of them alive. their breathes synced, bodies intertwined.
a/n: this has been postponed so many times just because i couldn't find a way to end it hehe
Is this were I make a request? I have never requested anything before 😂 Um, well here is my Idea. For Lee if you don’t mind: So Y/N is giving Lee the silent treatment cause they had an argument but even though Y/N is pissed, they still do all the domestic things they normally would. Like cooking him meals, brushing off a piece of lint from his shoulder, helping him tie his tie in the morning and making sure his badge is straight, kissing his cheek before he leaves etc. Hope thats okay, if not don’t worry 🥺 xxxxxxxxx
Hello, my little munchkin!! This is where you request things 😊 this is my first Lee ask, so huzzah! I love this request so much, you have no idea. Angst is what fuels me 😈 Thank you so much for sending this in!
Kisses 💋
—K
P.S. this was written on my phone (again), so I apologize in advance for any spelling errors
Silent Treatment
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"Lee, all I'm sayin' is that I don't like how she flirts with y–"
"God, woman, do y'ever shut the fuck up? Yack yack yack all the fuckin' time! For the last time, you don't have to worry about it, and that's the last I wanna hear about it!" He shouted, exhausted and frankly over the entire argument.
You flinched at the sudden booming voice shouting at you. You glared at him for a moment before nodding your head and licking the inside of your cheek. You decided that yeah, it'd be the last he heard from you for a while. Without a word, you turned back to finish drying the dishes from dinner. Lee muttered a "good," before stomping off to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Both of you going to bed still angry.
You woke up before Lee did, as always, but looking at his sleeping face didn't bring the sweet fuzzy feelings like it normally did, instead it reminded you of how he shouted and insulted you the night before. With a small scoff, you got up and went about your normal routine, getting cleaned and dressed before making breakfast for the two of you.
Standing at the oven, you hear him in the bedroom, getting dressed for his shift at the station. Lee enters the kitchen, surprised to find his cup of coffee set on the table waiting for him. He half expected you to make him get it himself, it's what he'd do if he was you.
"Good morning," he says, his voice still gruff and hard, but you offer him no response and don't even spare him a glance.
He was still a little angry from yesterday's argument too, but he was mostly ashamed and guilty for having yelled like he did, though he couldn't remember exactly what he said. When he realized you weren't going to talk, he sat at the table to drink his coffee, opting to read the paper while he waited for you to finish cooking, glancing at the back of your head every now and then.
After a few minutes of silence, you set a plate in front of him. You hardly ate breakfast with him since he had to get down to the station early every morning, but the absence of your melodic voice telling him about your odd dreams or nightmares made him feel strangely lonely. But Lee was nothing if not stubborn. If you didn't feel like talking yet, fine, he wasn't going to waste his breath either.
When he finished his breakfast, you took his plate to finish cleaning the kitchen. Lee was standing at the mirror in the hallway, trying to figure out how to tie his tie. He was redoing the knot for the 5th time when he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. He turned to find you standing behind him, turning him to face you. Your hands tying the knot perfectly within seconds. You smoothed the collar of his shirt, even picking off the stray pieces of lint on his shoulder.
Lee watched you as you silently straightened out his uniform, your face was set, obviously still angry at him, your lips didn't curl into the soft smile like they normally would, nor did your eyes meet his. He frowned a little, that gnawing guilt coming back to bother him. Before he could say anything you were leaving back to the kitchen, he huffed and finished putting on his uniform.
Just as he was pulling on his wide brim hat, he felt a familiar soft tap on his shoulder again. You straightened the star of his Sheriff's badge before pressing a kiss to his cheek like always and ushering him out of the house. He left the house pouting and missing your voice already.
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Lunchtime came around, and Lee was excited to see you when you dropped off his lunch. He was determined to get you to speak to him, the rest of the station had been dealing with their Sheriff's poor mood all morning.
You were always on time, so right at 12:00pm you were knocking on his office door, his lunch in hand. Lee jumped up to open the door when he heard your first knock, practically flinging it open.
"Hi, darlin'," he says with a small smile when he notices you're looking at him now.
You give him a curt, tight lipped smile that he swears lasted less than a second, and offer him his lunch: a small lunch box and a thermos of soup. He takes it from you with a soft 'thank you.' You press a kiss to his cheek once more then turn on your heel and leave.
Lee was starting to get frustrated now. You've fought before, so why the hell were you being so stubborn now? He didn't say anything to–wait. He remembered what he said. A groan falls from his lips and he rubs his face as the memory of what he said replayed in his mind. "Shit..."
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When his shift is over, Lee makes a beeline for the florist to pick up your favorite flowers. He's enterned full apology mode. Bouquet in hand, he finally makes it home. He can smell the enticing aroma of dinner being made in the kitchen. His heart swelling at the fact that even though you're mad you still take care of him.
"Hey, sweetheart," he calls to you softly but is again met with silence. "I got these for you, know how much you like 'em," that seems to pique your interest, you turn to glance over your shoulder at him.
You soften ever so slightly when you see the bouquet of flowers in his hand. You also can't deny how handsom he looks in his uniform. You turn to face him as he moves closer, handing you the bundle of flowers which you accept. Your eyes finally meeting in a calm yet smoldering gaze.
"M'sorry I yelled at ya. It was uncalled for," he brought one hand to your waist, testing the waters to see if you'd let him hold you. When you don't push him away, he brings his other hand to your hip, pulling you closer.
"And m'sorry for cussin' at ya, an' tellin' ya y'talk too much," he spoke softly, he really was sorry, you could see it in his icy blue eyes. Still not saying anything you set the flowers on the counter top.
"I miss your voice, darlin', please say somethin'..." he whispers to you, arms fully wrapped around you now. Your arms move to sling around his neck, one hand cradling his clean shaved cheek as you tip toe to press a soft kiss to his lips. Lee immediately melts into the kiss, relishing the tender affections you give him. The kiss is chaste but loving, pulling back you smile softly at him.
"Thank you for the flowers," you whisper against his lips, and Lee can't help but grin at the sound of your voice, his eyes still shut from the kiss.
"Anything for you, darlin'," he rubs your back softly, "am I forgiven?"
You smirk and nibble your lip, "well, you could make it up to me, Sheriff," your tone slipping into a more sultry timbre. Lee shivered at the change in your voice, immediately knowing what you want, his smirk mirroring yours, cock hardening in his slacks.
