Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 296
Audience: Teen+
Synopsis: You make Lee jealous when you tell him about your day.
A/N: June 3rd submission for June Jukebox Scribbles with the song prompt Mack the Knife by Bobby Darin. Lyrics in bold.
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You stir a pot of green beans on the stove before wiping your hands on your apron. Working part-time as a bank teller at Knockemstiff Savings & Loan keeps you busy, and you love sharing town gossip with Lee when he comes over.
"Now did ya hear 'bout Louie Miller? He disappeared, babe, after drawin' out all his hard-earned cash."
Lee shakes his head where he's stationed at your small dining table with a beer. "Louie Miller hasn't earned a dollar through God's honest hard work a day in his life. He's a trust fund kid suckin' on a silver spoon."
"Well, I heard he's headin' up North. Gonna buy some real estate," you say as you check the temperature on the chicken. You're making one of Lee's favorite dinners in the hopes that he'll stay the night.
"I never liked the guy," he spouts, narrowing his eyes at you.
"Well, he was awful nice to me today," you say, poking at Lee's jealous buttons.
"What do ya mean by that, darlin'?"
"Oh, just complimentin' my dress. I wore that new red one my mom sent me. Sayin' "you're too pretty to be workin' somewhere so dull"," you tell him, tasting mashed potatoes from your index finger.
"Well, if he hadn't already hit the road, I'd be pullin' that smarmy son of a bitch over," he huffs. "No one talks to my girl like that."
You hum, satisfied. "Didn't realize I was your girl, Lee."
He stands up and boxes you in against the kitchen counter. "Not sure what got you thinkin' that you aren't mine," he breathes down your neck, hands exploring under your apron before pulling back and assessing the pots and pans on the stovetop. "Dinner looks good. I think I'll stay here tonight."
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Lee closes the door with a sigh leaving his lips, leaning against the door.
“Hello there, Sheriff.” You greeted your husband in a seductive voice.
Lee knows that voice all too well. He lifts his head, seeing you standing naked in front of him a few feet away. He felt his cock starting to get hard in his uniform pants.
“Fuck, darlin’. Aren’t you a sexy sight to come home to.” Lee says, his accent strong.
You bite your bottom lip seductively and closed the distance between you two, putting your hands on his chest and clutching the fabric of his button up uniform shirt in your hands.
“I did something bad, Sheriff.” You say seductively.
“Oh yea? Mind telling me what you did, sugar?” Lee says.
“I may have ran a red light.” You made up.
“Bad girl.” He gets the handcuffs out of his utility belt that’s buckled around his hips. “Hands on the wall.” He orders.
You grinned and put your hands on the wall. Then Lee gently puts your hands behind your back, handcuffing them. He made sure the handcuffs weren’t too tight before going any further. He rubs his hands all over your body like he’s patting you down. You playfully gasped when one of his hands found its way in between your legs, rubbing his fingers through your slick pussy.
“Someone is wet.” Lee says softly in your face.
His knee nudges your legs open so he can get better access to your pussy. His fingers rub your clit for a moment before his fingertips tease your entrance, your pussy clenching around nothing. Then he thrusts his middle and ring fingers into your pussy at once, fucking you relentlessly with them. The palm of his hand slapping against your pussy, the squelching sound as his fingers fucked your pussy, and your moans are the only sounds to be heard in the house.
“Oh fuck! Yes! Sheriff!” You moaned loudly.
The sound of your moans went straight to his cock. His cock was beginning to feel uncomfortably hard in his pants. Lee grinds his bulge against your ass for some kind of relief, his soft belly against your back. You bite your bottom lip when you felt his hardness.
“Sheriff, you’re so hard.” You purred, leaning your head back against his shoulder so you can see his face. “Is all of that for me?” You asked seductively.
“You know it is, sweet pea, but you’re not getting it right now.” Lee says.
“Why not?” You whined and pouted.
“Cause you’ve been a bad girl and bad girls don’t get cock right away.” He says.
You pouted and made a huffing noise. Lee chuckles lowly. A pornographic moan left your lips when Lee curls his fingers, hitting that one spot inside of you perfectly. His fingers hit that spot perfectly as he continues to fuck your pussy with his fingers. His free hand snakes its way down to your clit and began rubbing it in a circular motion.
“Fuck, Sheriff!” You moaned.
Your moans urged him on. His fingers fucked you faster. He wasn’t sure how much longer he can take it without fucking you. He’s almost desperate. Keyword… almost.
“Fuck, darlin’.” Lee groans against your neck as he kisses along it. “I don’t know how much longer I can go without fucking you.” He says.
“Then fuck me.” You say.
“Nice try, sugar. You’re gonna cum on my fingers first.” He chuckles.
You whined and bucked your hips against his hand. That earned you a smack on your ass.
“Quit your whining. You’ll get my cock in a minute.” He says.
You can feel your orgasm building up quickly. You can feel yourself about to fall over the edge. You’re just about there. Lee can feel it too.
“You gonna cum for your sheriff, sweet pea?” Lee asks.
“Yes! Oh god, yes!” You moaned.
“Then cum for me.” He says, tapping his fingers against your clit.
That made you fall over the edge. Your toes curl against the floor and you moaned loudly as you came on his fingers.
“Atta girl.” Lee praises.
He takes his fingers out of your pussy and then unbuckles his belt and unbuttons and unzips the button and zipper of his pants. He pulls his pants down just enough for his hard cock to spring out. He wraps his hand around his cock, stroking it a few times before lining it at your dripping entrance. Lee wasted no time on thrusting his cock into your pussy in one thrust. Your mouth fell agape and your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head.
“Oh my god, Sheriff!” You moaned loudly.
Lee presses one of his hands in between your shoulder blades, pressing you more into the wall. The coolness of the wall felt good against your heated skin. You stuck your ass out, which made his cock go deeper inside of you.
“Oh fuck! You’re so deep!” You moaned.
“You love it.” Lee smirks.
Lee’s hand remains on your back as he began fucking you. His free hand smacks your ass and then gives your ass cheek a squeeze. You moaned when he did that.
“Oh, you like that, huh?” He says.
“Yes! So much!” You moaned.
Lee smacks your ass again and gave it another squeeze, but this time, a bit rougher, making you moan. His hand stops squeezing your ass cheek and just left it there as he fucks you. You moved your hips backwards to meet his thrusts. Lee looks down, watching as you fucked yourself on his cock.
“Would you look at that? So desperate for my cock that you’re fucking yourself on it as I’m fucking you.” Lee says.
“I love your cock!” You moaned.
“Oh, I bet you do, darlin’.” He smirks.
Lee speeds up his thrusts. Your ass pressed against his pelvis each time he thrusted.
“Fuck, sugar…” Lee moans, leaning back just enough to watch his cock thrust in and out of your pussy, his cock glistening with your slick. “This pussy is going to make me cum.” He says gruffly, referring to the way your pussy keeps squeezing around his cock.
“Then cum inside of me, Sheriff.” You say seductively and almost innocently.
“Fucking dirty girl.” He almost growls, smacking your ass.
While Lee was close to coming, so are you. Your second orgasm was building up faster than the first one. Your hands balled up tightly while in the handcuffs the closer you are to coming for a second time. Lee moans as he cums inside of you. A white ring of cum is on the base of his cock as he continues to fuck you.
“Oh, Sheriff!” You moaned as you came.
Lee fucks you through your orgasm. His thrusts come to a stop, pressing his hips against you. He leans his forehead against the back of your shoulder, kissing just above your shoulder blade.
“Fuck, darlin’.” Lee breathes. “This is the best thing to come home to.” He says.
“That’s only the beginning, Sheriff.” You say seductively, looking back at him.
Warnings: SMUT, fingering (+ a lil anal fingering), oral (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, Daddy kink, softdom!Lee, cursing, age gap (reader is in her 20s), employee/employer dynamics, fluff
Author’s Note: Wow, I can’t even remember how long it’s been since I’ve updated this fic. I am so sorry it’s taken so incredibly long. I was really struggling with writing for a while but I’m happy to be posting again! I will finish this fic if it is the last thing I do haha it’s going to be 15 parts.
As per usual, this is unedited and if I forgot a warning, please let me know! And please reblog if you liked it! I will reblog soon with the taglist.
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No one would look at Lee Bodecker and pin him as a generous lover. He takes, and doesn’t give unless he receives. He’s like this in all aspects of his life. Anything and everything it takes to just have more, and to be more, and to accumulate power. It’s his motivation. To be the one in control, to be the one who takes what they want and fuck the consequnces- even though there hardly are none.
And yet, for you, the most selfish man imaginable has spent hours with his head ducked under the skirts of your dress. You’re laid out on his bed, with only the corset long forgotten while he’s devoured and drank you in like a man starved. He’s made you cum so many times now, and he’s still fully dressed. His large hands are outstretched across your thighs, holding you in place as his movements make you squirm.
He shamelessly kisses, licks, and sucks until you're squirming. His hands firmly pressed into the flesh of your thighs as he sucks on your clit. It’s unfair, the way he makes you finish so effortlessly. You swear you can feel him smirking against your folds, before he finally resurfaces. He’s cocky. He’s so fucking good at this and he knows it. He unashamedly smiles at you, almost in a boyish way, and his eyes linger at the way your chest heaves as you try to come back down from your high.
It was almost embarrassing if you thought about it long enough to care. The way Lee ushered the sitter out for the night as fast as humanly possible. The kid did her best to try to give Lee updates, and he just almost looked like he was able to pay attention. As soon as the door closed and she made her swift exit, Lee confirmed Val was asleep soundly before hooking his arm around your waist and sweeping you into his bedroom.
There wasn’t an inch of skin on your body that his lips didn’t touch, his tongue sweeping up your navel, and biting small kisses as soon as you were bare to him. You would try your best to say something, but the sensation of his calloused hands on your thighs and his lips on your chest was so overwhelming good that you ached.
“Look at you,” he marvels when he finally decides to come up for air, slick coating his chin and he looks like he couldn’t be more pleased with himself. You can taste yourself on his lips when he leans down to kiss you, and the salt on his tongue when your teeth haphazardly clash together in the heat of it all.
He only shows hesitance in his movements when it comes time to remove his own costume. You’re spread out naked on his sheets while he hovers above you still fully clothed. You pout and tug at the hem of his shirt and you catch the way his eyes fall, and that’s the first time you see how insecure he is.
“Want to see you,” you mumble, pulling him in for another kiss. You drag it out, making it slow and passionate. The best way that you can tell him you love it. It’s no secret he’s got a belly, and fuck if it isn’t the sexiest fucking thing you’ve ever seen. You could swear on your life you saw his cheeks turn the faintest shade of pink. He’d never admit it, but eventually your hands rubbing up and down his torso convinces him to finally shed the layers.
“Fuck me,” you groan at the sight of his cock once he’s tossed his boxers aside. “Lee, god you’re gorgeous.”
“I should be the one saying that about you, darling,” he mutters against your neck, his breath causing goosebumps to form on your skin.
You’re so desperate, and you’ve lost count how many orgasms his been able to coax out of you. You shiver when his fingers find your clit, making sure you’re ready for him. You’re almost whining for him to hurry up, and he chuckles at your growing impatience. The memories of just being here are already hazy from your constant climaxes since he shut the bedroom door. It’s felt like hours, and he’s not even inside you yet. It’s excruciating how he’s been able to pull you apart and not quite pull you back together yet. You’ve made a mess of his sheets, and you’re convinced your nails have made indents on his headboard to match the ones you’ve made on his shoulders.
It stretches you when he finally pushes his cock inside you. You also feel a smidge of pride when his breath shakes when he pushes inside for the first time. It’s cliche to say, but it’s perfect, and he hits so deep almost effortlessly. When he finds his rhythm and quickens his pace, he wraps your legs around him and he’s relentless once he knows you're comfortable.
You don’t know what time it was when you both finally slept. The sun was daring to just show itself when you looked out the window as you caught your breath on your back. You remember Lee and his low groan getting up and mumbled something about cleaning you up, but soon enough you drifted off to sleep a few minutes after he began the run the warm cloth over the span of your skin.
You wake up to the sound of a loud knock on the front door god knows how much later. It makes you jump and your eyes wake suddenly. Natural daylight of the afternoon lights up the whole room. You hear the pads of Lee’s feet as he hurries to the door, saying he’s coming, and you hear the familiar babble Val makes when she sees someone she knows.
You’re sore, your head feeling so clear and well rested but your legs feel too heavy to move, and the soreness from the way Lee stretched you out has stayed well into the afternoon it seems. You can’t make out who is at the door but you can hear the muffled voices. You decide for now that it’s best to stay put. If you emerge from the bedroom now, it could only be horrible timing.
There’s an exchange you can’t hear, it’s a woman’s voice but that’s all you can distinguish. You hear the door close and you debate whether or not to get up and grab your discarded clothes. You haven’t moved when the door starts to slowly creek open. It’s Lee, disheveled morning bed head and a five o’clock shadow on his jaw, wearing blue pajama pants, with the matching shirt opened showing his undershirt. You imagine he shuffled to throw them on to answer the door.
“Morning,” he mumbles, leaning over the bed and kissing you on the cheek. He pulls back the covers and takes his spot next to you, shedding the pajama shirt. You instinctively shuffle closer, and he pulls you into his chest. It felt normal, so effortless. It just fit.
He’s so soft. For a man so scary and a reputation that goes across the whole county, he’s so damn soft and warm. His fingertips graze your skin like your something much more delicate than you are. He kisses your forehead, and you can hear his heartbeat through the tough exterior he’s never without until now.
“I called Mrs. Hughes,” he explains, “Told her you were under the weather and I needed someone to watch Val for the day.”
You tsk and jokingly call him a liar, and his grin spreads across his whole face.
“I just wanted more time like this,” he whispers, moving to cup your cheek in his hand. “‘Fore the real world pulls us back again.”
“You think I’d want to be spending my day off here?” You tease, making him roll his eyes. He playfully pushes himself away, and sits up, leaning over to grab the box of cigarettes he had on his nightstand. You watch him go through the motions, the instinctual way he lights it and brings it to his lips.
You know you should tell him to stop. You know you should lecture him on how it’s a filthy habit, and it’s bad for his health, and also yours. But watching him is mesmerizing, you can’t pinpoint why, but watching him smoke like this might be the most attractive thing you’ve ever seen.
You shuffle up slightly, and lay your arm across his torso, resting your head on his side and looking up at him. He takes a couple drags, and rests his head back against the headboard. You watch the way the smoke swirls when he exhales, and you commit to memory the way it looks when he brings it up to his lips.
“So, what are we doing today?” You ask, breaking the silence, rubbing his chest.
“Well,” he says thoughtfully, pretending to begin an elaborate plan. “Right now, I’m going to finish this.” He holds up the half finished cigarette. “Then, sweetheart, I’m going to fuck you.”
“Oh?” you manage to ask, flustered, and it makes him grin wickedly.
“If you can be a good girl and be patient,” he replies, taking another agonizingly slow drag. You nod and he smiles. “Maybe be a good girl and show Daddy how badly you want him to ruin your sweet little pussy.”
This. This is the Lee you imagined. This is how he behaved in the dreams you keep to yourself, and what you imagine him saying in the dirty little fantasies you can’t repeat. You feel yourself practically throb at the way his tone shifts, and the way he looks at you because he knows he already has you wrapped around his finger.
You slid on top of him, still hazy with sleep, and you fumble with pulling down his pants. One hand balances the cigarette and the other runs over your head affectionately as he watches you amused. You can see the way his cock is straining against the material and you can feel the wetness pool between your thighs with your own anticipation.
Lee is trying his best to look indifferent, and he knows he’s failing miserably. His eyes are locked on you. The way you sleepily manage to undress him, and the way your eyes widen for the briefest moment before doing your best to hide it. He’s enamored with every little movement and he can’t dare to look away. He does for only the briefest moment to tap his cigarette against his ashtray and as he does, he feels your lips wrap around him and you sink down deliciously slow. It makes him shiver, and he would swear he could feel you smirk.
You’re beautiful, absolutely the most stunning woman ever to grace his presence. He can’t believe how you want to be here with him. He swears in that moment he ain’t ever going to take that for granted. He holds the top of your head as you move up and down on his cock, and he strokes your head, mumbling about how fucking beautiful you look with your pretty lips wrapped around his cock.
The praise makes you practically preen, and it makes you feel so confident. You try your best to ignore how wet you are. You squeeze your thighs together to create some friction to relieve even a little bit of the way you’re feeling.
“Lemme see you baby,” he coaxes, and you lift your eyes up to meet his. He discards the cigarette in the ashtray. “You’re so pretty, darling.”
He guides your face up gently and holds it in his hands, pulling you up to kiss you like it was unbearable to wait. You moan softly in surprise as he moves his arms down to wrap around your back and he gently urges you forward.
“You’re so amazing, sweetheart,” he praises, sliding down to lay his head on the pillows so you’re straddling his torso. He looks even more disheveled, and he’s looking at you with such a sense of just pure longing. “Princess,” he murmurs, leaning forward to kiss your thighs, “c’mere, sit on my face.”
“A-are you sure?” you ask, hesitantly. He nods, sliding his hand up the back of your thighs, urging you closer.
“Please baby, lemme taste you,” he pleads. “I can see how wet you are, darling. Please, baby girl, let Daddy fuck you with his tongue.”
You move yourself so you’re hovering over him. You wait, expecting him to change his mind. But he pulls you down, almost immediately, and you brace your hands on the headboard.
You immediately feel his tongue on your folds, and you’re amazed how much he’s into it. You’d expect him to be a selfish lover, never would you ever imagine you’d have Lee Bodecker absolutely worship between your thighs. He sucks and kisses your clit, making you weak in the knees. He works his tongue methodically and teasingly, until you tugging gently on his hair and begging him to let you cum.
You feel it in your whole body, when you feel yourself cum on his tongue. You feel him tighten his grip around your thighs, pulling you down closer as you do, like he’s determined to absolutely devour you.
Your legs are shaky as he gently moves you down to laying on your back. He smirks, laying down next to you, glistening with your slick. You can taste yourself when you lean over and connect your lips with his. He smiles, sliding his hands up and down the length of your sides, taking in the feeling of every single inch of you.
You arch into his touch and he mumbles his approval against your lips. His hands squeezing as much flesh as his can of your thighs, and your ass. You roll onto your stomach and then kiss him one more time.
“I thought you were going to fuck me Daddy?” you tease, slowly arching your ass up and running a finger across his lips. He groans happily, adjusting himself behind you. His hands massage and squeeze your ass, taking a moment to enjoy the way you look like this, before teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock.
“Please, Daddy,” you whine, pushing back impatiently. “Need you to fuck me,” you beg. He groans appreciatively, continuing to tease you with his cock as your wetness drips down your thighs. He teasingly, presses his thumb gently against your ass, feeling out your response. You moan, gasp surprised at how fucking good it feels and you beg for him to keep going. He continues to gently tease and rub your tight little hole, and thrusts his cock into your pussy.
You're a babbling little mess of tears, and Lee continues to tease how cute you look when you’re stuffed with his fingers and his cock. You beg him to fuck you harder, and he’s more than happy to oblige. He moves his hands to grip your waist and continues to thrust at a brutal pace. You can feel how deep he is inside you, and it makes your brain fuzzy. He’s urging you to be a good girl and cum, refusing to finish until you finish, and he feels you tighten around him. You soak his cock as you scream out in pleasure at your orgasm tearing through your whole body. Once he’s worked you through your orgasm, he pulls out and finishes on your back as you collapse on the sheets.
“Wow,” he marvels, collapsing down on his back next to you. You smile softly, your eyes closed from exhaustion. He doesn’t let himself get too comfortable, before he gets up to clean you up. He takes care of you first while you lay relaxed in a post-orgasm haze, and then he takes care of himself before joining you on the bed again.
You kiss him quickly, then rest your head on his chest. He smiles, and kisses your head. He sighs contently, wrapping an arm around you. He looks to the window, seeing how it’s become the late afternoon. He can’t believe you’ve spent the whole night before and almost all of today in his bed. He hates to think about it ending. He looks over to the clock on his bedside table. 4:21 pm
“Surprised my roommate hasn’t called for me,” you ponder, “Suppose she might be exhausted from her shift, might think we just missed eachother.”
“Yeah,” he agrees absentmindedly, distracted by just looking at you.You sigh happily, and snuggle yourself closer to him.
“So,” you muse, tracing nonsense shapes on his chest, “I hate to ruin the moment…”
“Go on, sweetheart,” he urges, trying to not sound nervous.
“What does, you know, what does this make us?” you ask shyly.
“Well, darling, shit,” he chuckles nervously, “I reckon that depends on what you want. Me? I’m all in. I am all in.”
“Really?” you ask hopefully.
“I know it sounds crazy,” he admits quietly, “but darling, I think I’ve been wrapped around your finger since I first laid eyes on you. And, I want you as long as you’ll have me.”
“Makes two of us then,” you smile. “Is it really that easy?”
“As long as we’re here,” he grins, lacing his fingers through yours. He kisses your knuckles. “It’s our little oasis, darling. No one else matters, ‘cept you and me… well, and Valerie.”
currently at work thinking about sheriff bodecker agreeing not to arrest anyone at the local whorehouse as long as he can discreetly get his fix when he wants.
and I'm thinking about him coming to the back, following you and being shameless about feasting his eyes on you, and you can hear his belt buckle jingle with every step as you lead him to your room.
and you know keeping him happy is important so you try to figure out what he likes and give it to him just like that.
and assuming he's the type to get off on authority you say "want me to get on my knees for you, sheriff?"
and I'm thinking about him snarling at you and coldly letting you know not to call him that because he's not here representing the law right now, he's here to break it in fact, and reminding him exactly why he's not supposed to be here just makes him think you plan to blackmail him even though he would destroy you if you tried.
you're thrown off by that, obviously, and you realize how little power you have here-- even less than you thought, so you just try to stay cute and sexy enough to keep his attention.
and so you say, "I'm sorry, I'm just trying to be good for you, daddy..."
and his hand is around your throat in an instant.
"let me make one thing very fucking clear to you, little girl," he replies as you squirm in his tight grip. "I am not your fucking daddy."
he throws you over the bed face down, pulls your hips up and manhandles you until he has you just where he wants you.
"I'm not gonna take care of you," he goes on, "I'm not gonna spoil you, I'm not gonna treat you right. I'm not gonna hug ya afterwards and call you pretty. I'm not gonna tell you you're special just for doing your fuckin' job."
he shoves your face down to remind you not to resist before he reaches back and starts opening his belt, unzipping his pants, pressing himself against you-- hot and hard and thick, ready to split you open.
"I'm just gonna use you, and go," he promises. "I'm not gonna say nothin' and all I want you to say is 'thank you' when I'm done-- 'cause I'm doin' you a favor not throwin' your ass in jail."
he grabs your hair and yanks it so he can speak right by your ear.
Sheriff Bodecker x f!reader (established relationship/married)
CW: dubcon, manipulation, rough sex, humiliation, degradation, Lee is a very jealous husband but can you blame him, hints at semi public sex if you squint, use of pet names (honey, sugar, darlin', angel), stereotypical housewife vibes
Summary: you wanted to do something nice for your husband and the boys down at the station, shame you didn't ask your Sheriff's permission first
Word count: 2.8k
Lee doesn't do surprises and he doesn't like being disrespected, which even though she isn't, he sees it as such. He's always bragging to his Deputy about his sweet obedient little wife and here she is without notifying him first, doesn't look so good on him now does it?
She stops by the reception and drops off some homemade cookies for the guys so really they can't complain, and they absolutely don't, but Lee has a face like thunder from where he's sat in his office. Wonders if his girl makes a habit of giving to other men, if she's sneaking around outside like this often when she should be home taking care of the place for him. She's wearing her best dress, he notices, and the vein in the side of his head pops as his jaw clenches.
"Lee, darlin'," her face breaks out into pure sunshine when she sees him, shimmying her way into his office like she belongs there, "hope I'm not intruding."
"What is it?" He keeps his tone short, cold eyes finding the door and gesturing at her to close it before he lets his temper flare. "Better be damn important, honey, if ya gonna waltz right on in n' make a joke of me dressed like that n' handing out goddamn cookies to my men."
She swallows a little at his tone, but she knows he doesn't mean it, he's just stressed. Always is when he has such an important job to do, and she knows it's her job as his wife to put that fretted head right. Still her fingers twist nervously through the brown paper bag she's clutching and she smiles meekly as she approaches his desk. "I, well, you were in such a rush this mornin' you left your lunch, an' I just couldn't bare thinkin' you'd be sat here hungry cos of it. I- I shoulda called or something, I know how busy you are... I didn't think."
His eyes narrow as he pushes himself out of his seat and towards her, taking in the way she's dressed, the cookies she'd brought, and the fact she was stood in his office when she's never so much as step foot in the precinct since becoming his wife.
"You wouldn't be dumb enough to be lying to me now, would ya?" His large figure comes to a stop in front of her, imposing and impossibly tall, his jaw set.
"Lee-"
"You dressin' up all pretty to let them all look, huh? My little whore wife ain't happy with what she got so she's here flauntin' herself for all to see?" The ice in his eyes has given way to fire as he closes the distance between them.
"I ain't never," she tries even as she shrinks a little, "I just wanted to dress up all pretty for you, an' I know how much you like this dress, Sandy was saying-"
"You been talkin' to my sister?" He cuts her off with a rough hand to her shoulder and she instantly falls silent as his fingers dig into her bare skin. "Now why you been doin' that for, huh? You know she ain't no good, unless you been lookin' to be a whore like her, that it? Her no good husband Carl renting you out too?"
Her brow furrows as she tries to wriggle out of his firm grasp as her arguments bubble in her chest and fight to make their way to the tip of her tongue. She knows she shouldn't argue, he don't mean a word of it, he's just having a bad day, but still- "You know Sandy wouldn't, and you know me-" His hand shifts, wrapping around her throat and cutting off her protests so quickly she has no time to move.
"Now I know you ain't chatting back to me, sugar," his lips curl as hers gasp for air, "but that's okay, cos I'm gonna make sure there's no other man been on you, can't believe my own wife is makin' me do this."
His free hand tears the paper bag from her painted nails, cast aside on his cluttered desk, as far away from him as lunch is from his rage clouded mind right now. She's trembling and he knows he's right, she's scared, she's got something to hide.
"I'm gonna let go of you, and you're gonna take this thing off, them goddamn panties I know you've ruined can go too, and you're gonna bend over the desk I slave over to provide for us, ain'tcha, gonna show me what you been up to between those whore thighs."
"Please," tears threaten to fall as he lets his hold fall away and takes a few steps back, "Lee, love, you know I ain't. I wouldn't..." Her eyes are wet as she watches the way his jaw flexes and she knows he won't be swayed, not now he has his mind set. "Can, can you at least close the blind?" She gestures towards the window of his office door, Knockemstiff County Sheriff adorning the glass but doing little to obscure the view. "I ain't want them to see..."
"Oh?" It's a sneer. "My little honey gettin' all shy after she came in here wanting that attention?" He regards her for a moment, watching the way the colour slowly drains from her face as her shaking fingers toy with the petticoat of her dress. He knows she don't deserve his kindness but he offers it all the same, cracking his knuckles before he's leaning across and pulling the blind down. "There, now you ain't got no excuses, take it off."
She sniffs as she pulls at the belt cinching at her waist in that way she knows he likes, and her eyes find the mottled floor as she tugs it away. She doesn't want him to see how much she's hurting, he don't need that, she knows it, he's just gotta be sure. Can't blame a man for being so protective.
"What, don't got no thank you for me?" His brow arches as he shrugs out of his jacket, as if matching her movements. "Somethin' really has gotten into you today, but I'm gonna go ahead n' get it right on outta there." His grin is menacing and a shiver runs up her spine at it.
"Thank you," she offers as the soft spotted nylon hits the floor around her feet and leaves her exposed in just her underwear. She'd worn his favourite, just in case he'd wanted to see, though like this is the last thing she'd expected.
"All of it." He barks out. "Fuckin', even wearing that set you know I love. Makes me sick."
She swallows down the way that makes her feel and her fingers fiddle with the complicated clasps on her garters as she rushes to get them off. The sooner he sees the sooner he'll calm, she knows that, he just got it confused in his head. He deals with so much every day, she can't blame him for it.
"I ain't got all day," he grunts out as he leans against the wall, "keeping me waitin' ain't gonna make this no easier." He digs the thick meat of his fingers into his own forearms as a way to keep them busy when all he wants to do is tear into that flimsy little set she's got on and see what she's hiding.
"M'sorry," she's shivering as she finally pulls them free, I'm trying, I'm going as fast I can, she won't say it but she longs to let him know she really is doing her best as she bunches up the sheer stockings and moves to slide them down.
"On second thought, leave 'em on," his eyes zero in on the way the elastic clings to those soft thighs he loves so much and a growl escapes before he can stop it. "Just take them panties off, lemme see that whore hole."
"Who'd you wear these for, honey?" He keeps his eyes on her as she slips the lace to the floor and steps out of them as daintily as she can manage, not wanting to anger him further.
"Only you," her reply is stammered as she unhooks her bra, "always you, jus' wanted to look good-"
"That's enough talk from you," he crowds her the second she's bare, rage and possession rolling off of him in waves as his hand finds the back of her neck and shoves her down against his desk. He marvels for a moment at how well polished his shoes are as he kicks her legs open wide. Mundane, but just another one of her tricks to keep him sweetened. Distract him with the every day while she runs around doing God knows what with God knows who. "Should know better than t'lie to your Sheriff, ain't no place to hide from me." His fingers slide between her thighs and he growls when he's greeted with wetness. "I been told you I'd find out-"
"It ain't that!" She's positively mortified. "Angel, you know, you know I wouldn't, s'just what you do to me, I swear, it's all me."
He keeps her pinned easily, his full body weight levied against that grip he has on her fragile neck, and he grunts as he feels her start to buck in that oh so familiar way beneath him as his fingers press down harder. "You know I'll be able to tell," it's growled low in her ear, "m'gonna take these away, and if there's even a hint of some sonofabitch deadweight on 'em then you're gonna regret it."
She whimpers as her stomach starts to tighten, that knot of pleasure winding and winding, and her hips buck as she tries to chase him. "Please-"
"Ah," it's a tut, his fingers withdrawing completely, "not gonna give you what you want, not when you been chasin' it all around town."
"I haven't-" the fingers round her neck squeeze and she hushes instantly. He keeps one eye trained on her shivering form as he brings his slick coated fingers to his lips and inhales- there's no chance of him tasting her, not like he usually does, not when she's full of- oh. He blinks.
"Ah, sugar," his grip slackens as he realises his mistake, "I- I didn't, shit, you just, you turn up all dolled up, ain't even invited, bring cookies, I... you gotta understand, that's don't look good."
She swallows, staying in place, not sure if this apology means she's off the hook or not. "I know," she risks a timid glance over her shoulder, "I jus', you been working so hard, your boys have too, caught that preacher killer last week an' I wanted to bring 'em a thank you. I shoulda asked, I won't do it no more, promise."
"Lemme make it up to you," his hand around her neck gently eases her up, fingers caressing her neck, that soft touch he's learnt to bring out when he needs to placate her, "m'glad you understand why I had to be sure, honey, you're such a good girl for me, aint'cha? Know I gotta be sure, know I'm only doing what I gotta."
Her eyes are huge and trusting as she comes to rest against his chest, looking up at him with all the love he knows he deserves. "I know, was my fault." She smiles as she takes his hand in hers. "But we're good, we're always good."
"That's my girl." He smirks as she reacts to his praise. "Now how abouts I give you what you been begging for, huh? I'll even let you choose. On the desk or in my chair."
"The chair?" Her eyes light up as she contemplates riding him, being pressed up against the plush curves of his body, winding her hands around his neck, seeing his face as she gives him pleasure. "Please, can we? Wanna see you, wanna watch you." Desperation drips from every word and he chuckles at it, strong hands grabbing at her small frame and lifting as he stalks over to his chair.
It's quick; his zipper is down in a flash and he affords her no reprieve or time to accommodate to his thick cock before he's impaling her on it in one swift motion. "There you go, darlin', take what you need, that's it."
Her eyes stay on his for the longest time as she gives it all she has, savouring every roll of her hips, every inhaled gasp from her Sheriff's lips, the way his thick brows furrow together when she clenches, and she knows she's found an angel in him.
By the time they're finished she's soaked in sweat. Her head finds the crook of his neck as she steadies her breathing and he smiles as he holds her close. He knows the whole station will have heard, and he also knows they ain't stupid enough to say shit, not if they wanna keep their jobs anyway, but his chest swells with pride with it all the same. She was his, and they knew it.
"You keep my notes?" Her giggle breaks through his thoughts and the sound brings forgiveness, not that he ever doubted she would.
"Whasthat?" He hums, a deep rumble that makes her nuzzle against him as she chases it.
"My lunch notes," a gentle tug to his hair has him following her gaze to his noticeboard, "you're such a softie, Lee." Warmth seeps through her at the realisation and her smile is ear to ear, fully smitten. She knew he loved them, that's why she did it, but to see them all together was like a catalogue of their love.
"Well, sugar, you put so much thought into 'em, seems a shame to waste 'em." His cheeks flush at his honesty and he thanks his lucky stars that she's looking away for it. "Didn't you say you brought me today's? Maybe I can add that too."
"Mhmm, baloney an' cheese, like you like." His heart swells as she presses a soft kiss to his cheek and he can feel the smile on her lips as she does. "Made you a couple cookies just for you, too. An' fruit! Need my big strong Sheriff staying healthy."
"You're too good to me, sweets." A soft grunt leaves his chapped lips as she leans to grab the bag from where he's discarded it in the mess decorating his desk and the movement shifts her where he's still buried inside her. "Fuck, take it slow."
"Sorry, sorry!" Her smile is infectious as she presses the bag into his hands. "Jus' wanna make sure you get this."
"Best delivery I ever did get," he hums as he leans down to press a soft kiss to her lips, "but-"
"But you gotta work an' I already took up your lunch hour." She finishes for him. "I know, love, I'll get outta your hair. Just glad I got to make sure you eat."
It's a task for both of them as she untangles herself, neither really wanting to let the other go, but eventually she's getting dressed and Lee's tucking into his sandwich as he watches her.
"Steak for dinner?" She hums as she pulls her dress back into place. "I know it's pricey but you deserve a treat, more than cookies, an' I did some budgeting so we can afford it."
"My girl wants steak, then that's what she'll have." Lee's hum is pure adoration. "Though please, tell me you know how to cook it."
"I never tried before, but I know a good recipe-"
"Please, Lord above, say it ain't one of Sandy's." He chuckles as he finishes off the last of his meal, his eyes never leaving her. "She ain't good for much, cooking included."
"N'aw, it's, um, its my ma's. She left me with some recipes for when I was old enough, family ones, and I know she ain't here no more to teach me but the steps look pretty easy. Ain't nobody make it like she did, but I think I can manage." Her smile is sheepish as she looks at him, hoping he approves.
"Yer ma did make one hell of a cut," his eyes are soft, "you're right, nobody makes 'em like she did. But you can, honey, I know you can. Can't wait to try it."
She departs with another quick kiss to his cheek and a whispered I love you, her smile ear to ear as he murmurs it back, fingers trailing her cheek for a second before he let's her go, and she knows as she heads on out of the station that she's the luckiest girl alive to call him hers.
tags: religion (christianity), slight smut ( so 18+ only! )
a/n: believe it or not, but this kicked my ass. still don't know if I like this one jsbdjd,, didn't know how to end this!! Ik it sucks T_T
growing up with religious parents made your life a bit difficult: you were subjected to biblical nonsense from a preacher who took advantage of the weak, clammy handshakes from bigoted middle-aged church folks and constant talks of saving yourself for marriage and being the perfect child of God.
you often felt ostracized in the quaint town of knockemstiff because of your views and how you presented yourself; you were ahead of your time for their old fashioned ways.
you didn't realize it at the time, but lee bodecker was your saving grace in disguise.
to those around him, he was law abiding; waved his power around with a flick of his badge and a tug at his belt buckle.
however, you knew it was all a ruse. underneath that stoicism was a man, one who was not immune to one of the seven deadly sins: lust.
you stumbled upon him in a lewd act with a woman in his car one night – an accident that had you sweating, even with the summer breeze gliding over your body.
when you tried to peel your eyes away from the scene, his gutteral moans snapped your focus back.
the woman was jerking him off – delicate hands sliding up and down his cock, thumbing ever so slightly over his sensitive head. from your position you can see the veins in his neck bulging, restraining himself from fucking up into her hand. she whispered and giggled into his ear, earning her a growl that went straight to your core.
unbeknownst to you, the sheriff knew he had an audience. he had heard movement outside of his vehicle and spotted your frame, not even attempting to conceal yourself. maybe it was the knowledge of a voyeur, particularly you, that brought him over the edge. the woman by his side was long forgotten as he locked eyes with you.
with heavy lidded eyes, mouth slightly parted, and a hand skirting down your bottoms, it was truly a mystery where you gained such confidence; to allow someone to witness you in this state.
my, my, what a sight.
after that incident, he took you under his wing, quite literally – his arm was often found around your shoulders: large, thick hand gripping a little too hard, as if staking his claim to the residents. no one even batted an eye, his reputation gave him that benefit.
your parents viewed this relationship as a sign of God putting the right person into your path; welcoming the sheriff over for dinner on some occasions, grinning when he removed his hat and gripped your father's hand for a firm handshake. they had the assumption that you were finally settling down with a responsible man. bless their hearts.
you're just as much of a sinner as I am, darlin'.
I never claimed to be anything but, lee. you know that better than anyone.
Warnings: SMUT, fingering, vaginal sex, daddy kink, cursing, angst, slow burn, alcohol, corrupt cop, age gap (reader is in her 20s)
Word Count: 3.0k
A/N: Happy Halloween! This is unedited. Let me know what you think! Ahh and yes the smut is finally here loll
Based on this Request: The reader moves to Meade/Knockemstiff while answering an advertisement for a nanny in the paper. We learn that the ad was posted by Sandy, who has the reader watch her child whenever she and Carl leave to do their secret thing. After one of these trips, Sandy and her husband never return, so the reader is left caring for their baby. With the new investigation into these events, she meets Sandy’s brother Lee, the older, out of shape, alcoholic bachelor, and they are suddenly thrown into each others lives as he begins looking into his sister’s disappearance. Through it all, Lee starts to fall for her, and they slowly become a family.
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You were regretting the decision to wear a corset as part of your costume. But, you had to admit, you looked fantastic. You managed to find something that you think could work at the very last minute. A long, flowing dress with bell sleeves and a corset bodice and enough petticoats to make you look and feel like a princess. The neckline was just low enough to create some cleavage, thanks to the corset for making it look phenomenal. You did your hair and makeup to match. And you secure your lace and beaded mask around your head with its satiny ribbon. You finish off your costume with a small crown you found at the costume store as well on your trip.
You were unbelievably nervous, and part of you was thankful that Julie was working tonight. It would’ve been great to have a helping hand getting in the damn thing, but you were worried she might say something to put you more on edge. When you were finally ready, it was just about seven, and Lee would be getting to your place any minute. You were worried you were overdressed, or maybe it was a bad idea to get a costume, maybe something more modern would have been safer. You try your best to stop your thoughts from spiraling. He arrives just in time and the knock on your door pulls you out of your thoughts. You take a deep breath as an attempt to calm down before you open the door.
He’s so handsome. All you can do is just stare. You don’t mean to, but you can’t help it. You never in your life thought you would see Lee Bodecker like this. His suit jacket makes his shoulders look so broad- oh my god is it velvet? Your eyes linger on the way his buttoned vest sits on his tummy, and if it isn’t the nicest thing to look at- the way his dress shirt peaks out from underneath just slightly. His bowtie is just slightly crooked, but still- it just all looks so fucking good. He clears his throat, and smirks when you snap back to reality.
“You look nice,” you offer breathlessly, reaching up to straighten his tie. You can feel his eyes lingering on you, and his gaze makes your skin burn. He plays with his mask in his hands, while he waits for you to be done.
“So do you,” he says, unable to look away. “You clean up real nice.”
Lee cringes. Is this what you make him? A stumbling idiot who lost all sense of how to talk to women? You clean up real nice. Is he serious? He feels like a moron, like his own nervousness is going to ruin the evening. You make him speechless everyday, and now dressed like this- he’s surprised honestly that he is still standing.
“Thanks,” you giggle, and he tries to swallow down his nerves. He leads you down to his car, and opens the door for you.
The drive to the venue is excruciatingly awkward. Neither one of you knows how to handle yourselves. You both stare ahead at the road in front of you and struggle to come up with something to say. You fiddle with your hands, and Lee anxiously taps on the wheel as he drives. And you both are stealing looks at each other hoping the other won’t notice.
“Who’s watching Valerie tonight?” you ask, hoping to break up the tension.
“Oh, um, the neighbor’s girl- Hannah. She’s a nice kid. Well- teen I guess. She’s definitely old enough to watch her no problem-”
“That’s good,” you smile, trying to ease his anxiousness. You reason he must just be worried about leaving Valerie with a sitter, but in actuality he’s stammering because he can’t look at you without getting flustered.
He hasn’t felt like this since his days in school. The atmosphere feels like the times he’d borrow his father’s car and take a girl out for a date, and ask her to go steady. It feels the same as how he felt driving up to the lake in his teen years. The anxiousness and the rush of kissing a girl in the car. Necking. That’s the word he couldn’t think of. Necking with a girl by the lake. That’s it.
He feels so much relief when he pulls into the parking lot. He hopes that going inside will make the uneasiness subside. He’s also not looking forward to going in there. Other than you, there is not a soul in there he has a remote interest in seeing. He hates these events. They are always stuffy, and everyone is always so full of themselves. He can only pretend to remember so many names and shake so many hands before he’s sick of it all.
When he parks, he gets out quickly to get the door for you again, and helps you out of the car. You swear the gesture of holding his hand, even just for a brief second, sent a wave of goosebumps up your arm. He quickly pulls his mask on, plain black but it makes his blue eyes look striking.
“You look really handsome, Lee,” you compliment, and you swear you see his cheeks flush pink.
He offers you his arm and leads you up the stone staircase into the building. There’s so many people, all of them dressed in elaborate masquerade costumes and they all looked so elegant. It was a small town, Knockemstiff, but you don’t recognize any of the people here. Obviously, they are wearing masks, but you feel as though you are in a room full of strangers.
But the hall is gorgeous and gothic, with it’s chandelier and the building's natural architecture. There’s long stemmed candles and dark fall flowers at every table. A live band is playing a waltz and couples dance to the music as waiters bring around silver trays stocked with champagne and small horderves. You can’t help but just take in the sight. The dim lighting makes the place seem so romantic. You feel as though you have stepped into a Jane Austen novel.
“If it sucks we can leave,” Lee promises before leading you further into the room.
“It’s amazing,” you marvel, holding onto his arm as he navigates through the crowds.
“Do you want to get a drink?” he offers, and you nod. He stops a waiter who passes by, and he grabs two of the champagne flutes from the tray.
The whole affair is a lot of hand shaking, and reintroducing himself to people he met in years past. Frankly, if had not been with him, Lee would have absolutely despised being there that evening. But, watching your face light up, the way you make socializing seem effortless… he’s just in awe of you. It all just felt so effortless with you. You just lit up the room for him. Lee couldn’t help the way he marveled at you.
Both of you were the only ones left sitting at your table. The other guests abandoned their place settings and empty wine glasses to congregate on the dance floor. The band was playing softer music, a slow jazz number people could sway to. The both of you felt much more relaxed, maybe it was the champagne, or maybe it was time away from work and Valerie, but both of your shoulders relaxed. The two of you were just talking about nothing, joking around. Lee’s arm rested on the back of your chair, and he was staring at you like you were the only thing in the room.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” you ask, holding back a smile.
“I’m not,” he insists, with a shrug, looking away to the other side of the room.
“Sure,” you scoff, playfully, unconvinced.
“If I was staring, which I’m not,” he whispered lowly in your ear, “It would be because you look absolutely incredible.”
Your breath hitched, and you felt goosebumps rise on your arms at the sound of his voice. You felt your heart beating like if it weren’t for the corset it would just jump right out of your chest and onto the table.
Lee doesn’t know what gave him his sudden burst of confidence back, not that he was complaining in the least. He’d forgotten just how much he enjoyed this, how much he enjoyed you and your reactions to him. He liked being unpredictable. He liked it when he made you flustered. The banter between the two of you was something he desperately craved. Life right now was great, but he missed the edge he used to have. The high he would chase, he used to find it in drinking, he used to find it in disobedience and bending the law to his will. He’d chase power, but none of that compared to the way you looked at him.
He feels daring, and he’s seeing tonight as the universe giving him a second chance to not fuck everything up again. Everything feels right, and everything in him is screaming at him to just apologize. Admit he was wrong and to just tell you how badly it hurts to sit here and not touch you. He needs you, he needs to feel you and wrap you up and make you his before you realize just how much better you are than him.
He brings his hand to rest on your thigh, and he leans in to whisper in your ear. His large hand rubs your thigh slowly, like he’s testing the waters, and he’s giving you ample time to tell him to stop. But you don’t, because you feel exactly the way that he does right now. It’s a dance- a game between the two of you who is going to break through this tension first. This is Lee reaching out and letting you know where he stands.
All the heat in your body rushes to your core. His hands, his hands are just so large. Your shamelessly staring at the way his hand moves and flexes over the fabric of your dress. Your eyes trace the veins and watch how his fingers wrap around your thigh. They curl around and dig perfectly into your flesh and you think it might break you.
“I was an idiot,” he admits lowly, his voice suddenly much deeper and it sends a chill up your sign.
“I already know that,” you joke, and it makes him laugh. It’s deep and still sensual, and it ignites something in you.
“Oh my god, can’t you let me seduce you properly?” He asks in mock annoyance. You giggle and sit up straight.
“Okay. Okay,” you laugh, “I’ll let you start over. You were talking about how you’re an idiot.” You wave our hand to signal him to continue.
“Oh? I can continue? Thank you,” he says sarcastically. He moved your hair behind your shoulder, and he leans in closer. The atmosphere changes from lighthearted to so much tension almost instantly.
“As I was saying- I’m an idiot,” he continues, tentatively twirling a lock of your hair between his fingertips.
“I can’t keep things professional,” he admits, and for a moment, you still don’t know where he is going with this, so you stay quiet and let him continue.
“I especially can’t keep up some act every goddamn day like pretending I don’t want to just completely fucking ruin you,” he rasps, his hand wandering back up your thigh. It feels so good, you can’t think straight.
“Lee-”
“I know what you want to call me,” he teases.
“Daddy…”
“Good girl,” he mumbles pressing a kiss just under your ear, and you need to rub your thighs together just to relieve the way you’re so pent up.
“I know, baby,” he chuckles at how you react to his touch, “Daddy is gonna take care of you, don’t you worry.”
His hand moves to your jaw and gently guides you to face him. He hesitates for a moment, just making sure you want him. You nod, urging him to just fucking kiss you already. His blue eyes glance at your lips before finally pulling you in for a hungry kiss.
It’s as tame as it can be in a room full of his supposed colleagues, but you can feel just how much he’s holding back.
“We should find somewhere,” you say, pulling away for a moment. “This place has to have a coatroom, right?”
“I could just take you right here,” he whispers, “sit you right on daddy’s lap, no one would be able to tell.”
He leans in to kiss you again, this time it’s slower, much more methodical. It’s so telling. It’s a promise at how he’s going to pull you apart and unravel you as soon as he can. You both know you can’t. Not here. He paints an absolutely lovely picture though.
“I don’t like to share though,” he mumbles and you can feel him smirking against your lips. “I want you all to myself, sweetheart.”
He gets up and takes your hand in his. He guides you through an exit door, that leads down a hallway that probably has the ugliest carpeting you have ever seen. You both are practically running, well you are at least to keep up with his strides.
As soon as you hear the lock click behind you in the closet he found, you know there’s no going back from this and you couldn’t feel more relieved.
“You deserve better than a coat closet,” he rasps against your neck as he wastes no time kissing and marking you up. “But I can’t wait another fucking second.”
“Christ, you’re so fucking perfect,” he continues, his hand finding your waist and tugging you closer to him.
“I wanted you the second I saw you,” he admits, his large hands moving up the sides of your body, freely feeling your curves and massaging your body as he continues to kiss you and sing praises.
“I know you remember… back at that bar… prettiest thing in the whole place. Fuck.”
His hand moves up to cradle your jaw and when he pulls away from the kiss, his thumb sweeps across your bottom lip, before gently pushing it into your mouth and you wrap your tongue around it instinctively.
“Such a good girl,” he praises, backing you up against the wall.
“Universe gave me how many chances? And I fucked up every single one. Not gonna let that happen again. Yeah? You’re mine,” he says, wrapping your legs around his waist, the skirt of your dress hiking up around your hips. His fingers find their way to the waistband of your panties and he groans when he feels how damp the flimsy fabric is.
“You’re so wet baby,” he marvels, “and I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“Lee,” you whine. “Don’t be a tease,” you pout.
Without needing to be told twice, he fucking rips them off and sticks them in his pocket. Before you can even say anything about him tearing your panties, he pushes two of his thick fingers in and you moan instead.
He brings his free hand to your mouth and leans in, and he continues to move his fingers in and out of you at a relentless pace. “You gotta be a quiet baby, don’t want to get caught, yeah?” he says. “C’mon, cum on daddy’s fingers, sweetheart.”
You wrap your arms tightly around his neck, and bury your face in the crook of his neck to muffle your screams when you feel your walls tighten and soak his fingers.
While you recover from your first orgasm, you rest your head back onto the wall behind you, and you watch as he brings his fingers up to his lips and fucking sucks them clean. He works quickly to undo his trousers the best he can, and he smirks when he catches you practically salivating at the bulge in his briefs.
“See what you fucking do to me?” he jokes, pushing the material down.
You already knew it in the back of your mind, but of course he’s big. You fucking knew it. You watch as he swipes the precum away with his thumb, and then pumps himself in his hand for a moment, and you’re mezmorized.
“I’m clean,” he promises, looking back up to you for your okay before he continues.
“Me too,” you affirm. “Please, just fuck me already,” you plead, breathless.
When he pushes into you the stretch feels so incredible. He waits to make sure you’re good before moving. You’ve never felt so full, and the way his cock stretches you out is nothing like any way you’ve felt before.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he praises, and he sounds entranced. “Fucking perfect,” he mumbles, excentuating every syllable to match his thrusts, each one hitting deeper than the one before.
“Knew you’d have a perfect little pussy,” he grunts, and leans in to kiss you again, his hands holding you up by your ass as he grips and kneads it as he fucks you.
“Feels so good,” you praise, resting your forehead against his. “Please…”
You don’t even know what you're asking for, but somehow he knows. He can feel it. He relishes in the way your walls are tightening around him, and he knows you're close.
“C’mon,” he gasps, “cum for me, baby.”
You're on the brink of your orgasm and he leans down and sucks on your neck, and whispers more unfiltered thoughts against the exposed skin, and it’s all taking up your senses. It’s all just circling around him, and this moment. It’s overwhelming when you finally finish, your orgasm more intense than the first. You’re shaking in his arms as you cum on his cock, and you feel hollow when he pulls out of you. You can feel his cum slowly seeping down your inner thigh, and when you look back at Lee, he places you down gently, and kisses you softly. Your legs are wobbly, and it takes you a moment to steady yourself on your own feet.
“Let’s go home,” he says, after he pulls himself quickly back together so he can take care of you. “Let me take care of you tonight?” he asks, suddenly shy, like he didn’t just absolutely destroy you. “Spend the night?”
“I’d love that,” you admit with a smile. He kisses you again, just one more time, before checking to make sure the coast is clear, and then you both scurry out the back door the best you can to avoid getting caught at the scene.
Warnings: cursing, angst, slow burn, alcohol mention, grief, yearning, mention of prostitution, corrupt cop, age gap (reader is in her 20s), dirty thoughts
Word Count: 2.3k
A/N: It’s been too long oh my goodness.
Based on this Request: The reader moves to Meade/Knockemstiff while answering an advertisement for a nanny in the paper. We learn that the ad was posted by Sandy, who has the reader watch her child whenever she and Carl leave to do their secret thing. After one of these trips, Sandy and her husband never return, so the reader is left caring for their baby. With the new investigation into these events, she meets Sandy’s brother Lee, the older, out of shape, alcoholic bachelor, and they are suddenly thrown into each others lives as he begins looking into his sister’s disappearance. Through it all, Lee starts to fall for her, and they slowly become a family.
Lee didn’t care much before about holidays, but now with Valerie’s first Halloween right around the corner, he found himself spending any free time getting his house ready. For the past several weeks, he’d come home with his arms full of bags of decorations. Outside and inside were equally decorated, and soon enough Lee’s house was the most decorated on the block. It was nice to throw himself into a project, and maybe a part of him was using Halloween to distract from other things.
Valerie was so captivated by everything, and she loved coming with you into downtown to see the town square, and all the buildings decorated in orange and black decorations. The library steps were lined with pumpkins of all different sizes and the Church youth group ran a charity hayride around the square.
The air was smelling crisp and the chill in the air was refreshing. It felt like things were finally getting better, and the falling leaves were hopefully a sign of change for better things to come. It seemed like lately the biggest thing Lee worried himself with was what Valerie was going to be for her first Halloween with him.
“You should dress up with her,” you try to insist, picking her up out of her high chair after she finished her breakfast.
“No, I don’t think I will,” he chuckles, leaving his empty coffee cup in the sink.
“Come on. She would love it.”
“She won’t even remember,” he retorts.
“If she could talk, she’d say something different,” you joke.
“She sort of talks,” he says, “we’re working on that, right Val?”
She babbles something incoherent.
“She should be talking by now,” you frown, tucking some of her hair back.
“She has her appointment today right? Talk to Dr. Hammond about it, but I’m sure she’s fine. She’s just a little behind, considering it all… you know I think she’s gonna be good. Anyways, I gotta go.”
“Okay, I’ll talk to her and see what she says.”
At the station, Lee was bullshitting his way through some paperwork, trying to just make it to his lunch hour. He had been also doing everything in his power to dodge calls from Leeroy’s guys the best he could. His list of excuses for missing meetings have been dwindling. He felt like he had been so busy dealing with just this new life, he’s had no chance to keep up with his other obligations.
“Hey Sheriff,” Benny says, knocking on his door and stepping into his office uninvited. Lee grits his teeth and tries his best to hide his annoyance.
“What is it, Wilson?” he asks, clearly irritated but Benny doesn’t seem to notice.
“The whole masquerade ball, costume party thing,” he begins, like Lee should know what he’s talking about, “the thing the mayor is hosting at the Town Hall- you know. Um anyways, they just sent out a memo letting all government employees and elected officials that attendance is mandatory, no exceptions. I uh- just didn’t know if anyone told you yet. You’ve been kinda cooped up in here and-”
“Thanks, Wilson.”
“Dates are mandatory too-”
“Good to know.”
“Judy needs the headcount by the end of the day-”
“Is that all, Wilson?”
“Oh, uh yeah.”
When he finally leaves, Lee sinks down into his seat and rubs his face. That conversation was exhausting to him. He feels something in the pit of his stomach. A feeling of dread that not only does he need to go to this fucking party, but he needs a date on top of that. He scrambles through the junk mail on his desk and finds the invitation he got weeks ago. He sighs, relieved it’s not actually on Halloween night, but the night before. His plans with Valerie are salvaged.
But he can’t think of anyone to ask except you.
“Hi, we have a 10:45 appointment with Dr. Hammond. Valerie Henderson.”
“Alright, just fill this out, and the nurse will come get you shortly.”
When called into the room, Valerie’s appointment goes fine, and Dr. Hammond is able to relieve many of your anxieties
“Small children who undergo traumatic experiences can be delayed in some areas of development, like talking,” she explains, as she takes Valerie’s vitals.
“Right now, she’s in a much more stable home and in better care. Right now, the best thing I can say is just to give her a little bit of time. She might not understand what happened but she is processing this change and the things happening around her. I can recommend a great family counseling service a few towns over.”
“That would be amazing, thank you.”
“She looks better than she has in past appointments. She’s healthy and happy. She’ll come along in development as things consider to settle. The stability is the best thing to focus on right now, and the rest will follow.”
“That’s such a relief.”
“Status quo of a good home life is just what she needs. Most kids begin to say words at the nine month mark, but at a year the only thing expected are ‘mama’ or ‘dada.’ It’s the stage where they speak and they connect the words to the meaning. She fully understands words, I can see that in how she reacts to me. The speaking should soon follow as long as nothing further disrupts her routine.”
“Sounds like we’re on the right track.”
After her appointment, you decide to get lunch at the diner to visit Julie and to meet up with Steve. Ever since the incident, you have been seeing them less and less. Julie was your roommate for heaven's sake and you feel like you never see her.
Valerie is situated in a high chair and the three of you are sitting in a corner booth on Julie’s lunch break. It feels nice, normal to be seeing them and it helps distract you from knowing in a few hours you’ll be seeing Lee. All this time passes, and you can’t help but feel the same way every time you look at him.
“She’s getting so big,” Steve says, letting Valerie hold his fingers while he uses his free hand to flip through the menu.
“I know, it’s crazy,” you agree with a smile.
“How has it been with the Sheriff? You haven’t told me anything since that whole picnic ordeal happened,” Julie says and you can’t help but feel suddenly shy.
“Uh, there isn’t much to tell,” you say with a shrug, trying to come off as indifferent. “That was more for Val than me anyways,” you chuckle. “I mean I see him when I show up for work in the morning and it’s small talk, and then I head out when he gets home. It’s nothing to tell really.”
“Sure,” she smirks, unconvinced.
“What?” You ask, playing stupid.
“You can tell us about it when you’re ready, but there’s definitely something going on with you two and you aren’t fooling me for a second.”
“You and Sheriff Bodecker?” Steve asks, coughing on his water slightly. You scoff and shake your head.
“Better off, if that’s the case,” Julie shrugs, “I don’t think you should get close to him more than you have to.”
“Why?”
“Did you forget everything?” Julie chuckles, “Looking at him with rose colored glasses, playing house… You can be so naive. He’s a criminal, crooked cop. You can’t see that anymore? You were so skeptical and you were doing all that research.”
“He’s also a drunk,” Steve interjects and Julie nods in agreement.
“He might have, but since taking in the baby, I haven’t even seen him touch a drop.”
“Where do you think he’s going on the nights you work late? Do you really believe he’s working late at the station. Don’t be naive, he’s going down to that bar.”
“He doesn’t come back drunk,” you try to reason.
“Maybe he’s going for something else.”
“What do you mean?”
“You haven’t heard the rumors? That bar is a front. They supposedly run a brothel or something in the back room. The men who do the deliveries also bring stuff to my dad’s store and they’ve told him they’ve seen the back room,” Steve explains.
“And people swear Lee is a regular, not going to shut it down or anything. He’s in the owner’s pocket, and everyone knows it,” Julie adds to her previous points.
“I don’t know about that,” you say. It’s true. You didn’t. And you aren’t going to call your best friend a liar. They’ve both been in this town longer. You feel stuck, between knowing the Lee you have come to know and the Lee the town knows.
“Next time he says he’s working late, I’ll watch Val if you want,” Julie offers.
“I’ll go with you to make sure you’re safe,” Steve promises and you can only nod. The server brings over your food and Steve and Julie move on to another topic easily but you can’t help but sit there and dwell on the conversation that just happened.
The rest of his day at work, Lee can’t stop thinking about how he’s going to ask you to be his date to that stupid costume party- masquerade ball, whatever. It shouldn’t be a big deal. He can get the McDonald’s daughter from across the street to babysit, and you’ll go out as friends. It shouldn’t have his palms sweating like this.
It’s not a big deal.
It’s not.
When he comes home, he finds you and Valerie playing with her toys on the floor in the living room. His eyes immediately go to the way your skirt has naturally hiked up, and he scrambles to look away before he lingers. But fuck, your skin just looks so goddamn smooth and soft all the time.
“Hey,” you smile, and get up as Valerie runs over into his arms. He can’t help but grin ear to ear scooping him up in his arms.
“Hey shortstack,” he says when he picks her up. She breaks into a fit of giggles and buries her head close to his chest.
“Her appointment went well,” you say, gathering up your things to head home. “She said we don’t have to worry about the no talking just yet, but I got a number from her for a good trauma con-”
“Heading out so soon?” He asks, his tone sounding sad to see you just up and leaving so quickly. He senses something is bothering you, but he doesn’t want to push you to tell him. It’s not his place.
“Um yeah, I guess,” you say shyly, “I mean, you got home so now I get to go home, you know?”
“No, no of course,” he says quickly, “I had just wanted to ask you something but if you wanna get home, it can wait.”
You are grabbing your coat and buttoning it, and when you finish you look back to him expectantly. “You can ask me now,” you say, and he feels a lump in his throat all of a sudden.
“It’s nothing. Just some event I need to go to- just a work thing. It’s gonna be boring with a ton of politicians and it won’t be fun. But, I need to bring a date and-”
“I’d love to,” you interject with a smile, and his whole body relaxes. “When is it?”
“Tomorrow night,” he says. Your eyes widen a little at the short notice. He picks up on it and tries to smooth it over. “I know, I’m sorry for the short notice, but I wasn’t going to go. I only found out today that it’s mandatory.”
“That’s the night before Halloween,” you point out, “What if I already had plans?”
“I’d be screwed,” he chuckles and it makes you laugh. “It’s a costume party by the way.”
“Lee! How am I supposed to get a costume this late?”
“It’s more like a ball so maybe just a nice dress?”
“What is it exactly?”
“It’s the mayor’s masquerade ball.”
“Okay,” you settle, “I can make it work. You are very lucky I have nothing going on in my life right now, Bodecker.”
“I need to still figure out Val and her costume, nevermind something of my own,” he scoffs, “I’ll figure something out after she goes to bed.”
“Maybe storytime will inspire something,” you joke.
“Maybe,” he shrugs, and then he looks down to the baby, “Want Uncle Lee to read you a bed time story?”
“Dada! ‘Rella!”
You and Lee lock eyes again in absolute shock. Did she just..?
“Dada! ‘Rella!”
Lee looks at you again in utter disbelief. He’s speechless. You feel the same.
“W-what’s ‘rella?” he asks, finally, not even able to process her calling him dada yet.
“I think she wants you to read Cinderella,” you say quietly. Both you and Lee feel like you’ve been hit in the face while Valerie continues to repeat the same sentiment happily, unaware of the weight of her projection.
“Dada!”
“Maybe that’s her halloween costume,” you suggest, trying to break through the tension in the room. Lee nods, still not sure how he should be reacting. His heart is simultaneously bursting with pride but breaking into a million little pieces.
“Dada!”
“No, no, no, baby, I’m uncle.”
“Dada!”
“Un-cle.”
“Dada.”
“Christ she doesn’t listen, does she?”
“She’s just a girl who knows what she wants,” you say with a wide grin.
“C’mon, there’s no way she can call me that.”
“Why not?”
“I’m not her father.”
“You’re better,” you insist.
“I’m not,” he says, defeatedly.
“It’s up to you,” you shrug. “I think Daddy suits you just fine,” you joke playfully. “Pick me up tomorrow night, okay?”
“What-” The door closes behind you before he can even process what you just said to him and he needs to pick his jaw up off of the floor.
