When a pretty girl walks into the station looking for the sheriff, no one ever thought that she could be his wife.
▸ PAIRING & WC: Lee Bodecker x F!Reader — 1.3K
▸ WARNINGS: NSFW 18+, age gap (big enough to notice), cockwarming, slight mean!lee (but let's be fr that is him), a touch of fluff
▸ A/N: first of my 2k celebration fics!!! this is for my darling @blowingbarnes for sending in my first request <3 hope you like it my love. actual request included at the end!
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Lee Bodecker is many things, but a ladies' man is not one of them. He had been in a relationship with his ex for years before she finally called it quits and moved three towns over. His deputies know him as a lone wolf, focused solely on work and whatever side gigs he’s working off the books.
So when a pretty young thing with the sweetest smile walks in looking for the sheriff, all heads turn.
“You lost, little lady?” One of them comes up to you first, plastering on a salacious grin that has you crinkling your nose.
“No, just looking for the sheriff. Is he in right now?”
“Well, I’m sure I can help you with whatever it is you need.”
Your lips curl into a sour grimace. “Whatever it is you’re offering, I’m not interested.” Laughter scatters throughout the station as the officer’s smile wipes from his face. “Now, the sheriff?”
“Straight through the back.”
“Thank you.”
At first, they think it’s a fluke. Some new-to-town city girl who got herself into a bit of trouble and wants the highest-ranking officer to help.
Because why is someone like you — fresh-faced, devastatingly gorgeous, inappropriately young — looking for a sleazy geezer like the sheriff?
But then it happens again and again and again.
You keep coming back. You keep asking for Lee.
Each time you come in with a cute little bag, each time you leave without it.
Each evening, everyone watches as Lee leaves with that blue plaid lunch bag in tow.
Once, after you leave, Lee steps out into the bullpen to heat his lunch. His colleagues take that as the prime opportunity to pounce.
“Lee, come on, be honest now. Where’d you pick that gal up? She your niece or something?” Tommy asks first. “She single?”
The sheriff gives him a disgusted look. “Watch your tongue, Deputy, else I’ll shoot it right outta your mouth. That’s my wife you’re talking about.”
Once again, laughter ripples through the room. Except their boss isn’t laughing. Lee cocks an eyebrow at Tommy.
“That a problem?”
“N-no, but that gal? Your wife? Really?”
“What about it?”
Tommy opens his mouth but the fear of losing his job has him clamping his mouth shut again. Luckily, Stu has never had a problem with uncensoring his raw thoughts when it comes to his good friend. “What he means is — what’s a pretty young thing like that doin’ with a man like you, Sheriff?”
Lee only scowls. “I have many redeeming qualities.”
“Hopefully that means your di—”
“Finish that sentence and I’m putting you on overnight patrol for the rest of the month. Maybe on the wrong side of town.”
Sure enough, the next time you come around, Stu has to confirm for himself.
And there it is — the big fat rock on your finger.
You don’t make it to your husband’s room before you’re intercepted and surrounded by the entire station; granted, it’s a small department but you’re still circled by these hyenas nonetheless.
“Honey, you have to tell us, what do you see in an old grump like the sheriff?” Stu starts with a grin.
You can’t help the dreamy smile that stretches across your face. “Grump? The sheriff? Please. He’s a big ol’ softie. You should’ve seen what he prepared for Valentine’s Day — flooded our living room with flowers, cooked me dinner, even danced with me in the kitchen to Sinatra.”
All of them are convinced they’ve entered the Twilight Zone. Sheriff Lee Bodecker? Flowers? Cooking? Dancing?
“You’re pullin’ my leg,” Stu insists, “that man’s diet consists of beer and burgers. Store-bought only.”
Your lips twitch. “I do like me a man who can eat.”
Stu wiggles his eyebrows. “You tellin’ me that our boss is a mu—”
“That’s enough,” Lee’s voice snaps like a whip to disperse most of them back to their desks. Unfortunately, his best friend has no fear and continues to tease him relentlessly throughtout the rest of the day.
When he comes home in the evening, sinking into his beloved armchair with a cool beer in hand, you settle right down on his lap. His wide frame trapped between your supple thighs.
“The guys weren’t giving you a hard time, were they?” He murmurs, hand sliding down your back to your ass — practically exposed as your little nightgown rides up — as you curl into him like a kitten, nuzzling your face into his thick neck.
You hum, the vibrations going straight through his skin and down to his cock. “No, it was all in good fun, Sheriff.”
Lee’s pants stiffen underneath you. You smile. He’s always been so easy to rile up.
“Sheriff, huh?” He grunts, “Why don’t you be a good wife and warm this sheriff’s cock, sweetheart?”
You don’t miss a beat, hands peeling down his zipper to free his thick cock. One thing Stu got right — his dick is definitely a big perk to being Lee’s wife. You’re dripping at the sight of it, mouth salivating like a trained dog as you flip the hem of your skirt up, as you sink yourself down facing him.
His cock stretches out your poor aching cunt, still sore from when he fucked you good the night before. It’s a burn that has you whining in delight.
“That’s a good wife,” Lee softly says, kissing down the column of your neck. His cool fingers, now free of the beer bottle, reach up to grope you through the flimsy silk of your gown, pinching at your pert nipples. His touch seeps icy cold onto your skin, eliciting a shiver up your spine.
“Mmm, Sheriff, please,” you wriggle on his lap, pushing his cock deeper into your pulsing pussy.
“Let me watch my show, sweetie. I’m gonna need you to be a good, quiet cocksleeve for me. Can you do that?”
A whimper builds in your chest but you nod quietly, hiding your face in his neck again as he picks up his beer and continues watching his show.
It’s disgustingly arousing to see your husband, much too old for you, a belly that protrudes in a puzzle piece that usually fits so snugly into the arch of your back, offer little to no attention to you. You’re used to the hungry eyes that follow you everywhere. But Lee — while he loves you — doesn’t spoil you that way.
Instead, he barely pays you any mind as he takes another swig of his beer.
It only makes you needier for him. You wiggle impatiently, swiveling your hips to drive him deeper inside you. Petulant whines fall from your lips. “Lee, please.”
“What is it, darlin’?”
“Need you,” you pout, grinding your hips down again.
Lee remains unfazed but his cock twitches inside of you, betraying his wanton need. No matter how much he pretends, there’s a reason why Lee locked you down with a ring so early, so quickly.
“Such an impatient little minx. If only the guys knew how much of a needy slut you were, they wouldn’t be asking why you’d want to be with a man like me.”
“I only need you, Lee. Only need you and this fat cock to satisfy me.”
Lee lifts his hips in stuttered thrusts. You slump over him, relishing in the way he keeps muttering what a good wife you are, a good little cockwarmer for him. How your young pussy was made for this old cock.
His fingers bruise evidence of his love on your hips, his mouth imprinting his territorial marks along your collarbones. His cock reshaping your cunt to fit him and only him.
Through it all, he doesn’t stop whispering what a sweet wife you are. How perfect you are for him.
And when is all is said and done, when Lee has creamed inside of you and is keeping you plugged up with his cock, he brushes your hair to the side, pressing a kiss onto your shoulder.
“I love you, sweetie.”
“I love you more, Lee.”
+ sam: ilysm bbl you have no idea <33 intended for it to just be cute and we ended up here (as always)
Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Inexperienced!Female Reader
Summary: You’re just the sweet little thing at the county clerk’s office, polite, proper, still living under your daddy’s roof. But ever since your car broke down, Lee’s been driving you home… and the slow burn of summer heat and stolen glances has been turning into something you don’t quite have words for.
Word Count: 4.2k
Warnings: / Explicit Content /18+, Minors DNI, Grinding / clothed sex / outercourse, virgin/experienced, Age gap, Soft corruption vibes, dirty talk, Possessive but sweet Lee..
A/N: Just more Lee content for me girls @buckybarnesfic and @hisredheadedgoddess28
You’re just the sweet little thing working front desk at the county clerk’s office. Kind. Polite. A little naive. Lee’s been giving you rides home from work for the last month, ever since your car broke down.
The sun was almost gone when Lee pulled onto the old backroad taking you the scenic way home. It was quiet out here, just the soft hum of cicadas and the occasional whisper of wind rustling through the trees. The air smelled like warm dirt and wildflowers, and your milkshake was starting to melt in your lap, but you didn’t care. Not when you were sitting beside him, close enough to hear the leather creak under his thighs as he steered with one hand.
He looked good tonight. Hair a little damp from a shower, sleeves rolled to the elbows, badge glinting faintly in the last of the light. You weren’t really sure when the crush had started, maybe it was the first time he drove you home after work, or the way he called you 'darlin’ girl' without sounding like he was teasing. Maybe it was just the way he made you feel... safe.
But now, sitting in that passenger seat with sweat clinging under your dress, the summer heat making everything feel just a little too sticky, your thoughts drifted lower. You turned slightly in your seat, thighs sliding over the vinyl, skirt riding up the back of your legs. Your shirt stuck a little to your back, the sheen of humidity making everything feel more exposed.
You looked at him, really looked. Not like a coworker or a helpful ride, but like a man. A real man. Not like those boys you’d kissed clumsily in the backseat of a sedan at the lookout after your last summer home from secretary school. Not like the nervous boys who never quite knew what to do with their hands.
No. Lee was different. Steady. Capable. Tired in a way that made you ache for him.
His bottom lip jutted just slightly, pouty when he focused on the road, and your eyes drifted lower. Down to where his legs sat wide, the fabric of his uniform pants drawn tight over thick thighs. Your gaze lingered there as you lifted your milkshake and slowly sucked the sweet, melting vanilla through the straw.
Something about Lee made your belly tighten when you were lying in bed alone at night. Something about the way he filled up a room, quiet, but always there. Solid. Strong.
Your thighs pressed together.
"Sheriff..."
He glanced at you, one brow raised, eyes flicking briefly over to gauge your tone.
"Told you, sweet girl. After hours, it’s just Lee to you."
But you weren’t really listening. The words barely registered as your heart beat hard against your ribs. The question had already bloomed in your chest, persistent, hot, too big to hold down any longer. You fidgeted, thighs shifting beneath your skirt, the slick heat between them distracting.
"Can I see it?"
The silence in the cab stretched long and strange. Lee didn’t look at you right away, but you saw the change. His knuckles tightened on the steering wheel. His breath hitched in his throat. You were sure he’d noticed where your gaze had lingered, his thighs, the bulge in his pants, the shape of him when he adjusted his belt. His jaw flexed and relaxed again. He blinked, slow and deliberate.
"Can you what now?"
You swallowed hard, nervous and excited all at once. "Your... you know. Your dick."
He made a choked sound in the back of his throat, somewhere between a groan and a laugh. Then he leaned back and let out a disbelieving huff, running hands down his face as if to shake the words out of his ears.
"Jesus Christ," he muttered. "You tryin’ to give me a goddamn heart attack, girl? You don’t just spring somethin’ like that on a man behind the wheel."
You looked down quickly, embarrassed heat crawling up your neck. "I didn’t mean it like that. I wasn’t tryin’ to ..I’m just... I’m curious. I’ve never seen one. Not really. Not up close."
Your voice was softer then. Quieter. More honest.
"You’re not like the boys I know."
The best you’d seen were grainy diagrams in a textbook, or clinical health class pamphlets. Nothing raw. Nothing warm. Nothing that made your thighs press together like this.
Lee was silent, but you could feel the energy shift inside the car. Like the heat had gotten thicker.
You looked down, hands fiddling in your lap.
"You don’t have to if you don’t want to. It’s okay," you said, voice so soft it barely reached the space between you.
But you could already feel the weight of his attention settling over your skin like a promise. It wrapped around your shoulders, heavy and molten, like heat lightning on the edge of a storm. Your breath caught in your throat. The hum of the car, the static warble of the radio, the soft slurp of melting ice in your cup, it all faded into the background as you felt him shift beside you.
That’s when he pulled the car over.
The gravel crunched under the tires as the cruiser rolled to a slow, deliberate stop on the side of the road. The headlights lit up a patch of tall grass and a leaning mailbox that had long since lost its name. The engine stayed running, a low growl beneath you both, and the radio murmured faint country ballads beneath it all, nothing clear, just the ache of slide guitars and broken hearts. Crickets filled the silence beyond the glass, their song pulsing with the slow rhythm of your racing heart.
He didn’t say anything at first. Just sat there for a long moment, one hand still on the wheel, the other resting loose on his thigh. His jaw shifted, like he was biting down on something he couldn’t let loose. Then, slowly, Lee turned toward you.
His eyes were darker now; shadowed, molten, unreadable. His mouth had lost its usual curve. What replaced it was something serious. Something aching. His gaze swept your face, pausing at your lips before flicking back to your eyes. You could feel the weight of it, feel the heat where it landed.
"You sure, sweetheart?"
The way he said it wasn’t teasing. It wasn’t even flirtation anymore. It was something else, that rough-edged concern curled around a hunger so tightly reined in it made your breath stutter. Like he needed you to mean it. Like he was giving you a chance to run.
You nodded. Voice a whisper. "I trust you."
The words settled between you like a loaded gun on the seat. Heavy. Final. And somehow, impossibly soft. A switch flipped, heat shifting from a low simmer to something crackling and wild beneath the surface. It wasn't just anticipation now; it was inevitability, humming in the air between you like the thick pull of gravity.
The atmosphere changed- thickened-like a thunderstorm rolling in without warning. You could see it in the way his jaw went slack, the way his chest rose a little harder on the inhale, like he’d been punched through the ribs by something sweet and terrible. His eyes flicked from your mouth to your lap, then back again, something raw and unspoken lighting behind them.
That changed something in his face. Like something snapped loose in his chest. Like the man inside him had been holding a breath for far too long and now, finally, he could exhale. And when he did, it came out in a slow, measured sigh
"...aw -hell," he muttered, voice low and already ruined with the weight of what was coming. His eyes dropped for just a second, then came back to yours with something raw behind them. "You got no idea what you’re doin’ to me, sittin’ over there with those big eyes, askin’ to see my cock like it’s somethin’ sweet. Like you don’t even know what you’re askin’."
He sucked in a breath, dragged a hand through his hair, then let out a quiet, almost broken, "Alright. But once I show you, darlin’, there ain’t no takin’ it back."
Sitting back, Lee reached for his belt and unbuckled it with the kind of steady care that made your breath catch. The metal click of it undoing echoed in the charged silence. He glanced up, locking eyes with you for a beat, making sure-really making sure-you weren’t about to bolt. That you still wanted this. Wanted him.
When you didn’t say a word, only watched with wide eyes and parted lips, he nodded once to himself. Zipped down. Pushed the fabric aside. His movements were slow, deliberate, every inch of him calm even as the tension in the air crackled like a live wire.
When he pushed his boxers down and pulled himself free, you couldn’t breathe.
You stared, entranced, eyes wide, pulse pounding somewhere behind your ribs.
He was already hard. Thick. With nothing real to compare it to, all your brain could latch onto was how wide he was. Heavy-looking. Your eyes traced the veins along the shaft, the flushed skin stretched tight over the thickness. The head was an angry, almost flushed pink, swollen and glistening slightly with precum that caught the faint blue glow of the dash like dew on a leaf.
Your breath hitched. There was something raw about it, unapologetic. He was showing you some vulnerable part of himself and yet holding nothing back. You shifted slightly in your seat, thighs clenching, your stomach fluttering with nerves and heat.
You couldn’t believe how much you felt just from seeing him. Your mouth went dry and your core ached, your body responding in ways you weren’t prepared for. It wasn’t just arousal. It was fascination. You wanted to understand it, to explore it, to know him. The way the head twitched when he shifted, how thick the base looked in his fist, how flushed the skin had become from nothing but anticipation. Every small detail etched itself into your memory.
He looked... overwhelming. Masculine in a way that made your whole body hum.
You licked your lips without realizing it, eyes wide and transfixed, and whispered, "oh..." you breathed, barely realizing the word had left your mouth.
Lee let out a low, warm chuckle. "That a good reaction or a scared one, sweetheart?"
You shook your head quickly, cheeks burning. "No-good. It’s... it’s just... a lot."
His lips quirked, smug and soft all at once. "Yeah, baby. S’posed to be."
Your knees pressed together involuntarily, the ache between your legs pulsing now, unmistakable. You'd seen diagrams, maybe blurry porn in passing, but this? This was real. The weight of it. The size. The intimacy of him showing you like this. It made you dizzy.
He watched every shift of your expression, every twitch of your thighs, every subtle gasp. "C’mon, sugar. You can look all you want. I ain’t shy. Ain’t been in a long time."
Lee watched you watching him, his eyes dark and hungry. One hand wrapped around the base and stroked, slow, languid, shameless, from root to tip. He didn’t rush, didn’t hide it. He wanted you to look. Wanted you to see exactly what he was offering.
He exhaled through his nose, voice low and rough, almost reverent. "You got me makin’ such a mess just from lookin’ at it," he said. "Your thighs’re squeezin’ together so tight, baby. You like watchin’? That what you needed?"
The heat climbed higher in your chest. It felt like it might burst out of you, all tight and twisting and unfamiliar in the best way. Your thighs squeezed together so hard it made your hips shift, desperate for any kind of relief. You nodded before you even realized you had. Your lips parted, breath shallow, and your whole body leaned forward without you telling it to.
You couldn’t look away. Couldn’t stop tracking the way his thumb smoothed over the head, gathering the little drop that had been beading there-slick and glistening-before stroking it back down the thick, flushed length. It looked too big for your hand, for your body, and yet you wanted it. Wanted to know what it would feel like. What he would sound like.
Lee’s voice was lower than before, almost coaxing. "Go on," he said. "You can touch it. Be gentle. I’ll show you."
Your fingers lifted, hesitant, trembling slightly as they hovered before making contact. Then finally, you touched him. Brushed the side of his shaft with the backs of your knuckles. He twitched immediately under your touch, a soft grunt catching in his throat, and you gasped aloud at how hot he felt. How impossibly hard.
He was velvet over steel, thick and pulsing in your palm. You didn’t realize your other hand had joined in until your fingers curled around him slowly, reverently. You ran your thumb along the underside, testing the texture, watching the way the muscles in his stomach twitched.
Lee hissed through his teeth, his hips jerking up just a little. His hand went to your thigh like he needed to ground himself, thumb dragging along your skin in slow, unconscious circles.
You grew bolder, letting your fingers explore. One hand slid to the base, your palm cupping him as you wrapped your other around the top. You moved carefully stroking him with a fascination you didn’t bother to hide. His breath grew heavier, chest rising and falling under his shirt, the fabric pulling just slightly with every inhale.
"That’s it," he muttered, voice dark and rasping. "You’re doin’ so good, baby... so fuckin’ good."
You looked up at him, flushed, lips parted. "It’s... soft, but so hard," you whispered, eyes wide with wonder.
He groaned, low and wrecked. "Fuck, darlin’. Keep talkin’ like that and I ain’t gonna last."
Your hands kept moving, slick now from the precum leaking from the tip. You circled your thumb around it and felt him twitch.
"Shit. That’s good. That’s real good. Just like that, sweetheart. You got such a sweet little grip. Don’t even know what you’re doin’ to me."
Lee tugged gently on your wrist, guiding you closer with a slow pull that made your breath catch. His free hand skimmed your thigh, anchoring you as you leaned in, the console digging lightly into your hip. You barely realized your milkshake had tilted, nearly forgotten in the cupholder.
His mouth brushed yours before you could overthink it, soft at first, testing. Then deeper. Needier. The kiss was warm and slow, his lips plush and commanding, one hand sliding around the back of your neck to keep you close. Your thighs squeezed together as you kissed him back, the heat between your legs now insistent, pulsing.
You shifted, your body responding to the gravity of his. Your knees pressed into the seat, your balance shifting as your core ached with the kind of hunger you’d never truly understood until now.
Still, for a breathless second, you hesitated. You'd never done anything like this. Not even close. The good girl in you whimpered, guilt and nerves flaring hot. But the way Lee touched you, steady, grounding, wanting, burned right through the shame. Beneath it all, there was a thrill humming through your veins: wild, dangerous, and yours.
Your body moved on instinct. You climbed over the console, skirt riding up your thighs as you straddled his lap.
"Jesus-" he swore, grabbing your hips as you settled over him, bare skin against his jeans. The contact was instant, hot and slick. Lee froze beneath you for a beat, breath punched out of his chest.
He’d felt it. The soft heat of your pussy, bare and wet, pressed directly against him, his cock nestled right between your folds. No barrier. No fabric. Just skin against skin.
"No panties? Fuck, baby," he groaned, voice strained. His grip on your hips tightened as you rocked slightly, your slick dragging over the thick length of him, your clit brushing along the head with every movement. He let out a breath that was almost a growl, head tipping back against the headrest. "You’re so goddamn wet already..."
You didn’t look at him-couldn’t. You were too flushed, too far gone, voice small against his throat. "I-I took ’em off after lunch. They were damp. The heat in the office... it made ’em cling. Made me itchy."
Lee swore under his breath, a low rumble vibrating in his chest. "Christ, sugar... walkin’ around all day with that sweet little pussy bare under that skirt... and I didn’t even know."
His cock twitched beneath you, pressed snug between your folds, made slick with every pass. His hands flexed at your hips, grounding himself. You could feel him, every throb, every twitch, sliding along you in the most intimate, maddening way.
You started to move slowly, rocking your hips with careful, tentative rolls. The thick ridge of him glided against your aching clit with each pass, and the drag of it; firm and hot and impossibly good, made your breath fall apart in long, needy moans and soft, stuttering sighs. "Oh God," you whispered, lips parted, eyes fluttering shut as you rolled your hips again.
Your fingers dug into his shoulders for balance, needing the anchor of him beneath your hands. He was solid, warm, the only thing holding you together as your body moved on instinct. Each shift left a wetter smear across his cock, your slick spilling freely now, mixing with the precum beading from his tip. Your thighs clenched tighter around him, chasing the friction-desperate to feel that thick pressure slide against you again and again.
"Lee... it feels s’good," you gasped, voice trembling.
His hands were steady but firm on your hips, guiding you into those slow, maddening circles. "Yeah, baby. That’s it. Just like that," he groaned, breath hitching every time your clit caught the swollen ridge of his cock. "You’re makin’ such a fuckin’ mess on me. Look at you-so goddamn needy."
You whimpered, rolling your hips again, and the angle made you jerk, clit catching just right. A sharp, breathy cry escaped you. "Please... please don’t stop."
Lee’s chest rose under you, his voice strained now. "I ain’t stoppin’, baby. You keep movin’ just like that-you’re so close, I can feel it. Fuck, you feel so good..."
Your mess mixed with his precum, sticky and slick between you, making every pass lewd and wet and perfect. You couldn’t stop, couldn’t think, not with that thick length riding right against the spot you needed. Not with his hands guiding you, not with his voice in your ear, murmuring low and dirty praise that sent sparks racing down your spine.
Lee’s breath grew heavier, his jaw tight, chest rising beneath you as he watched you rut against him. "Look at you," he rasped. "That’s it, sweet girl. Get yourself off on it. Show me how bad you want it.."
You hid your face against his neck, whining softly, hips stuttering as you tried to rise, tried to angle yourself for more. For him.
Your tight walls clenched around nothing, aching to be filled, to be stretched around his thick cock. Your whole body screamed for it, heat rolling through you in waves, your need impossible to hide.
"Need you... please, Lee," you whimpered, voice breaking as you rocked harder, desperate. "Please, just-let me-"
You whimpered, hips still rolling, chasing friction, trying to lift yourself higher, trying to angle your hips so he might just slide in. Your tight walls clenched around nothing, fluttering, desperate, your slick making everything hot and slippery. Your body screamed for it, for the stretch of him, for the fullness.
But his hands only held you tighter, steadying your hips.
His jaw clenched against your temple. "Not yet, darlin’. I know, I know you want it-but not like this. Not your first time in a fuckin’ patrol car. I ain’t gonna do that to you."
Still, he didn’t push you away. Just held you through it. Let you grind and gasp and chase it. But that thick length never pushed into you.
He groaned, forehead resting against yours. “Wanna make you come just like this. Get your pretty little pussy used to the feel of me.”
You gasped as he rocked you just right, slowly against his cock.
"Next time, I’ll lay you down proper. Gonna kiss you while I slide in nice and slow."
A moan slipped from your lips. Your chest pressed fully to his now, sweat-slick skin dragging against his button-down with every stuttering breath you took. His broad chest rose and fell against yours, his breathing ragged and heavy, his nose nudging along your cheek as he grounded you there, holding you steady through every roll of your hips.
God, the heat was unbearable. It curled low and tight in your belly, spreading molten and hot through your limbs, making your thighs tremble. Your toes curled in your shoes as the tension built, a slow, blistering coil
You shuddered. He was right there, right there, and still it wasn’t enough.
"Please-Lee-"
He growled softly. "You’re gonna take all of me when it’s time, aren’t you? Gonna let me stretch you open so sweet..."
Every pass of your soaked folds over his cock was pure, tormenting bliss. You ached-ached-to have him inside you. You imagined it, imagined the stretch, the burn, the fullness, and your walls fluttered at the thought, clenching down on nothing with desperate precision.
The pleasure surged higher, thick and hot and blinding. Your hips jerked once, then again, body trembling with the effort to hold on just a second longer. But it was useless. You were already gone.
Your breath hitched and broke.
A soft, choked cry spilled from your lips as your body tensed around the heat building inside you. The muscles in your thighs seized, your stomach clenched tight, and your whole body bowed forward with a sob of sensation. White-hot pressure snapped loose in your core, flooding you with wave after wave of shuddering release. You came hard, grinding down against the thick length of him, coating him in slick as your climax rolled through you, impossible to hide.
Lee caught you, held you steady. One arm braced tight around your waist, the other cradling the back of your neck as he murmured against your cheek, “That’s my girl… that’s it… ride it out for me…”
Your breath came in gasps-stuttered and wet-your forehead pressed to his temple, the heat of him grounding you as the aftershocks rippled through your limbs. Every twitch of your hips drew another spark of overstimulated pleasure, until you could do nothing but cling to him, moaning softly, helpless and undone in his lap.
Lee held you through it, his hands gentle now, stroking your back, fingertips trailing up your damp spine. His breath was rough in your ear, hot against your skin as he pressed soft, dizzying kisses along your temple, down to your cheek.
You felt his cock still hard beneath you, still nestled against your soaked folds, pulsing. The mess of your climax was slick between you, and he was leaking against your skin, every breath he took catching low in his chest.
He didn’t pull away. Just let you rest there, trembling, while his arms kept you close. You felt his restraint in every tightened muscle, the tension still rolling off him.
“Lee,” you whispered, dizzy, dazed.
He kissed your jaw again, then your temple. His voice came rough, still thick with want. “Next time, baby. I’ll take you right. Lay you out, get my mouth on you first. Gonna make it count.”
You nodded against him, thighs still trembling.
“But right now,” he murmured, stroking his hand down your spine once more, “I gotta get you home. Your daddy’s probably waitin’, and me and... well, we got some talkin’ to do if I’m gonna start seein’ you proper.”
You blinked up at him, wide-eyed, chest still heaving.
He just smiled slow, crooked, eyes soft and serious all at once. "Don’t worry, darlin’. I’ll handle it. Won’t be sneakin’ around with you. You deserve better than that."
You didn’t know what to say. Just nodded slowly, cheeks warm, thighs still slick, heart still stumbling somewhere behind your ribs. You reached up to fix your hair in the mirror, already knowing your skirt was too wrinkled, your skin too flushed. But Lee didn’t look away. Didn’t make you feel small. Just watched you like you were his.
He reached across you, turning the key in the ignition. The engine hummed to life. His hand lingered on the gear shift, knuckles brushing your knee.
“C’mon now, sugar,” he drawled, shifting into drive. “Let’s get you home before I change my mind and make you mine right here.”
Lord help you, the thought didn’t scare you one bit.
Please read the warnings before reading any FF. Most of them are +18 and Of course Bucky
<part9 | library | part11>
February - March 2026
by @nicks-fowler
⚛️ just this once | nick fowler x reader | it has been four months since nick disappeared from your life. you scout out a club where a transaction is to take place, when you are grabbed and pulled into a backroom.
⚛️ bitten once, twice saved | +18 | Mob!Bucky | the promise of takeout from your boyfriend sends you into the dark underbelly of New York when you meet the infamous Mob King of Brooklyn.
⚛️ It's give and take | +18 | Mob!Bucky | James Buchanan Barnes, head mobster of Brooklyn, has a regularly scheduled date night with his girlfriend.
⚛️ tws!bucky | you meet a silent man in the streets of bucharest, it becomes your personal mission to break through his shell
⚛️ the last night & part 2 | 40s!Bucky | Sergeant James Barnes is due to be deployed from England to Italy, for their final night he and 107th visit a local pub for one last hurrah to temper their nerves and fear.
⚛️ the unfathomable deception | +18
⚛️ i'm fakin' | +18 | you aren't sure how you ended up bare, on your knees before your boyfriend lover, but you know you are never faking it again
⚛️ behind the wheel | +18 | in the aftermath of a crash, your last hope is a small garage set aside from the main city. there you leave your precious car left in the hands of a grease covered man with a charming smile.
by @navybrat817
⚛️ A Plum a Day | +18 | You wake up beside Bucky, but you don't know how you got there.
⚛️ Not Just Friends | +18 | You're Bucky's friend, and, yeah, sometimes you sleep together. Why can't he tell you that he wants something more?
⚛️ feral | +18 | Bucky gets a little feral now and then.
⚛️Sweet Like Honey | +18 | Bucky begs to have a taste when he gets home.
⚛️ Ride It | +18 | Bucky encourages you to take what you want.
⚛️ bad at talking by @metal-armed-muse | +18 | bfd!Bucky | maybe blurting out “i love you” in the middle of sex was not your best moment. but he’s your best friend’s dad. shouldn’t he know better?
by @godmadeaterribleerror
⚛️ bucky yearning
⚛️ Mine | +18
⚛️ Keep Still | +18
⚛️ Wrecked | +18
⚛️ Temptation | +18 | dbf!Bucky
⚛️ Bite Your Lip | +18
⚛️ Sit Down, Doll | +18
⚛️ The Caring of Bucky Barnes' Hair | +18
⚛️ His Hands | +18
⚛️ When He Gets Back From a Mission | +18
⚛️ His Favorite Gift | +18 | On Christmas, the only thing Bucky needs is you.
⚛️ Cold Eyes, Warm Hands | +18 | You know Bucky hates you. He's not secret about it. He hates you so much, he can't seem to stand you even getting along with an agent on a mission, and can't help but rush to your side when you need him. That's what hate is, right?
⚛️ Can You Feel It | +18 | You fall in deep, deep love with Bucky Barnes. But you keep it far, far down. Everyone thinks he feels something back, but you don't believe them. Until something shifts. And Bucky might feel just as much as you.
by @imnotjustreadingg-volume-two
⚛️ Rough it up a little bit | +18 | can you pls write about asking nerdy bucky to dom reader? like hair pulling, dirty talk, spanking, marking, all that? i’d love to see his reaction to being asked for that
⚛️ Lexi | Y/N and Bucky are in love with each other, everybody knows but they don't yet… or maybe they do. Y/N is beautiful and she’s not afraid to tell it. Bucky stopped being the HYDRA experiment and now is a little chubby, but still handsome. Someone want to destroy this balance.
⚛️ The Real Deal by @kissedbycas | mostly comfort | On the day of your wedding, nerves hit; not because you doubt loving Bucky, but because you’re afraid of being known. Luckily, he reminds you that marriage isn’t about perfection; it’s about choosing each other and accepting the things we learn to live with
⚛️ amongst everyone by @aceofheartsssss | The very concept of this new man was alluring to you, like a moth to a flame.
⚛️ Ashes to Ashes by @phoenix-in-writing | +18 | Priest!Bucky Barnes | In light of the first day of Lent, you and Father Barnes make a particularly difficult decision on what to give up for the next forty days. Part of my Priest!Bucky series.
⚛️ Having sex in the car by @slutdier | +18
⚛️ When You Know by @shotinthedcrk | fluff | "I can hardly wait to put a ring on that finger"
⚛️ SUMMER NIGHTS by @planetbucky | +18 | don't you know that hot summer nights should be spent fucking with your older boyfriend?
⚛️ he’s mean by @reositos | +18
⚛️House Tour by @brunchable | +18 | You've gotten to know Bucky and you have an obvious connection. You get along, share interests, talk and flirt easily. You can tell he's attracted to you, but he is just too polite. And you don't want him to be polite, you want his hands all over you, doing things far from polite. . .so what's better than a little house tour?
⚛️ Warm Bed, Warmer Mouth by @sunday-bug | +18 | Lee Bodecker x Reader | Sheriff Bodecker can't keep it in his pants for his new secretary, and his mom just wants him to meet a nice gal.
⚛️ He's Just Watching Out by @castielscaplan | He's watching you. For several nights. He finally tells you why.
by @blowingbarnes
⚛️ Deserving | +18 | You brat out and now Bucky needs to show you you can’t have everything you want.
⚛️ Only Ever You - Part 2 | +18 | now you have to deal with the aftermath of both of your actions… ish.
⚛️ Lead Us Not Into Temptation | +18 | You had transferred from St. Magdalene's to Our Lady of the Holy Grace, and you didn't think your first assignment would make you second guess your vows so quick. In your defense, neither did Father Barnes.
⚛️ I Wanna Feel You From The Inside | +18 | You and Bucky get stuck in a snowstorm at an old safe house after you get hit with sex pollen while doing recon in an old HYDRA base in Siberia.
⚛️ Down Bad | +18 | You were never the same after the first night the Soldat visited you.
⚛️ Religion's In Your Lips | +18 | Bucky didn't let you finish prepping for his big Veteran's Committee meeting, so you show him exactly why surprises are no good in situations like this.
by @knowledgeableknitter
⚛️ Isn't it Obvious? | Bucky is recognized in a bar, you confront (and punch) the drunkard who made a hurtful ‘Winter Soldier’ comment. Bucky pulls you away and asks why you care so much. Isn’t it obvious?
⚛️ Caught | +18 | You. Are. Frustrated. You just can't seem to find release. So when you come across Bucky's motorcycle jacket in the common room, you just can't help yourself... But what happens when he finds you?
⚛️ Movi e Night In by @stanmarvelous | Lee Bodecker x Reader | fluff
⚛️ Blurred Lines by @tw1sters | +18 | You've been dancing around this thing with your dad's best friend for far too long — glances that last more than a heartbeat, flirty remarks that toe the line of propriety. It was only ever a matter of time before it snapped.
⚛️ FORTY-SEVEN SECONDS by @harveystan
⚛️ Muscle Memory by @wildflowersandvibranium | +18 | In a town that never forgets , she thought she could hide the bruises behind a perfect smile and life. But someone from her past sees too much—and remembers everything.
⚛️ straight line to you by @theoracleofsin | +18 | Nick Fowler x Reader | "Our wedding vows were whispered over your sister's grave. She was just practice for you."
⚛️ Caught by @bloomedaster | +18 | One night you think you're alone in the tower but you find a certain avenger alone sitting in front of a computer screen.
by @quantumbarnes
⚛️ Roommate!Bucky | +18
⚛️ James Buchanan "Boob Guy" Barnes | +18
⚛️ Backstreets and Backseats | +18 | The cameras can wait. He wants you. Now. And he always gets what he wants.
⚛️ threesome by @buckybsdoll | +18 | stucky | Bucky & Steve taking turns with you
⚛️ cheap shot part 2 by @rosemary-beach-babe | Bucky has zero problem using your secret relationship as a tactical advantage in laser tag. A dark corner, a stolen kiss, and he's walking away with the kill.
⚛️ Like a Spider by @tallaennatargaryen | Bucky finds out you've been spending your own money.
⚛️ Yours Truly by @satlun | fluff | As a political science student fortunate enough to become an assistant to Congressman Barnes, professionalism is essential in this field of work. It seems you have been doing well at it, too, until one night, when red wine clouds your head with fantasies about him. Later that evening, an email, written so professionally with your true intentions, is sent to him under the subject of: Urgent Matter Requiring Immediate Attention.
⚛️ 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 by @lunexiax | +18 | It doesn't matter that you're obsessed with your brother's best friend - the one you have had a very complicated relationship with since childhood. It doesn't matter that you fantasise about him, nor does it matter that you keep a diary of all your dirty thoughts because he will never, ever know.
⚛️ The Maid by @mickimoo1409 | +18 | Steve Kemp x Reader | He saved you, he found you and gave you a reason to live, even if it came with threats of death. After two years, your dynamic begins to change.
⚛️ bite the hand by @nonotwithoutu | +18 | Steve Kemp x Reader | When you signed on as a QA at a local hospital, you hadn't expected it to be anything more than the monotonous trade-off of paperwork, clinical reviews, and long advocacy meetings. But when you start suspecting one of the area's most lauded physicians of doing things that surely break his medical oath in his free time, you're morally obligated to report him.
⚛️ Like That Rush by @singulartoast | +18 | Nick Fowler x reader | Nick had a bad day. You take him to the edge and drag him over.
⚛️ virgin by @heldbybarnes | +18 | Bucky dating a girl who’s a virgin and she begs him to let her suck his cock when they’re in the middle of a make out session and he’s surprised to see good she is at it.
⚛️ beginning by @barnesdreamcatcher | you move into the apartment next door—and you don’t let him run away even though it’s all he wants to do.
⚛️ bf!bucky by @bittersweetlyblue
⚛️ The Arrangement by @castielscaplan | fluff | Mafia Bucky in an arranged marriage and he avoids her because he's supposed to be this suave debonair guy and he just... isn't. His public persona is solid. He runs his business with an iron (vibranium) fist but when it comes to women he is a hot mess and struggles so he just doesn't get involved. But now he has no choice.
⚛️ Anxiety Lingers by @breadohz
⚛️ extra extra by @sheriff-bodecker | fluff | bucky helps look after you while you’re sick (and you just can't get enough of neighbourhood gossip).
⚛️ "do it f'me?" by @flockoff-featherface | +18
⚛️ Silence by @chateaubarnes
⚛️ changing by @sf26
⚛️ Scammer alert! by @herejustforbuckybarnes | Bucky is an online scammer, and halfway through trying to scam you, he starts flirting and ends up asking you out.
⚛️ Christmas Cheer by @vunblr | +18 | Who would have thought that Santa helpers were real, not so little, and had a big appetite?
⚛️ Show me your teeth by @gemmawritess | +18 | There's been talk of vampires walking amongst your small town, no one knows you have evidence of a vampire on your skin but something in you is wanting to have this beast as your own.
⚛️ In Sickness and In Health by @buckytakethewheel | fluff | "Stop pretending you’re fine. You’re bleeding."
⚛️ 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 by @buckyshusband0 | Nick Fowler x Male Reader | After not being able to handle the mafia king's lifestyle, you end up parting ways due to the blood on his hands. Nick refuses to accept the hard truth, which turns his love into heartbreak and grief.
⚛️ Messy Kisses by @societyfolklore | +18 | Lee Bodecker x Reader
⚛️ soft things by @sweet-pea-writes
⚛️ the heat of him by @witchywithwhiskey | +18 | when congressman bucky barnes sees you've forgotten gloves during a blizzard, he insists on keeping you warm.
Pairing: Stepfather!Lee Bodecker x Reader
Summary: While home alone from college for fall break, you decide to indulge in an edible. Unfortunately for you, your stepfather is the town sheriff. Even more unfortunate, he comes home just as the high begins to take hold.
Warnings/Tags: 18+ MDNI, PLEASE READ THE TAGS stepcest, age gap (reader is in her early 20s), oral f!receiving, unprotected p in v, drug use, forced creampie (but not how you're probably thinking), daddy kink, nicknames used: darlin', sweetheart, honey, baby, no use of y/n, barely beta read or edited (we die like my dignity)
Word Count: 2.9k
Chirps: listen. just...listen. okay? @stanmarvelous put out a hot as fuck stepdaddy Lee fic and this just kinda...happened to me. I'm only tagging the people I know will read this debauchery who have asked to be on my taglist. Please don't be offended if you come across this and you find yourself not tagged. I know this is a fairly taboo subject, and I'm shaking in my boots just at the thought of hitting post. Anyway. I'M NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPITON IF YOU READ PAST THE CUT.
Masterlist | AO3
Landing in a place called Knockemstiff was not how you pictured spending your fall break from college. However, your friends had all but abandoned you, opting for cute trips to different states or spending time with significant others. While you were left to your own devices, in a desolate town with little entertainment save for the corruption that ran rampant.
And while we're on the subject of corruption, your own mother had seemingly decided simply living in this hellhole wasn't enough. She had to go and hitch herself to the town sheriff, a man you were sure would commit acts of treason just to ensure he was still able to run for reelection.
You hadn't laid eyes on him since the wedding a few years ago, and the second you kicked your suitcase into your mother's house at the beginning of the week you were reminded of why.
Maybe it was the daddy issues of not growing up with a father figure. Maybe it was the fact that the boys in college only wanted a quick fuck that lasted all of ten seconds before the fated question of 'did you finish?' As if. Leaving you unsatisfied with a pent up need for release. Then again, maybe you were just as drawn to corruption as your mother was.
Should Freud still be alive he would have had a field day with the war going on in your head.
The entire week had you wound tighter than a bowstring. Every movement of yours careful — what you wore, words you spoke, how you never allowed yourself a lingering glance in the sheriff's direction, or let yourself be alone with him for too long. Never authorizing your brain to question why his simple presence made your nerves scatter into different directions or why your skin felt electrified as his eyes tracked over you.
All this to say, maybe you shouldn't have indulged in the weed gummy your friends had shoved into your hands before going your separate ways. Something about you needing to loosen up while your head wasn't shoved into a textbook.
But with your mother gone for the night on a work trip and the good sheriff on evening duty with a six am return time, you thought it was safe. A nice controlled environment you could finally relax in after walking on eggshells all week.
What you really hadn't accounted for was the fact that even on an evening shift, Sheriff Lee Bodecker would still turn up to the house.
And that really wouldn't have been an issue on its own either. Except you heard the telltale signs of tires on gravel just as you felt the euphoric wave start to pull you into a hazy bliss. Fuck.
The spot on the couch you had claimed suddenly felt like a marshmallow cloud, curling around your limbs until you were sure no force on Earth would be able to pull you away. Some distant part of your brain that had yet to succumb to the THC worked over time to get you to stand just as the key turned in the lock.
"Hey darlin', didn't expect you to still be up." The sheriff's voice cut through your haze as he entered the doorway. The unmistakable jingle of his leather jacket being tossed onto the coat rack echoing in your brain.
How did you normally speak? You knew he would want an answer, but…with the way you were certain your tongue had just turned useless you weren't sure you could give him one. Wiggling your fingers, you attempted to stand up to greet him. Maybe figure out how you could easily slip by a damn cop without being caught higher than a kite.
No such luck as once you stood, everything started to swim. The muted colors of the living room turned into a vibrant kaleidoscope, and you knew you were well and truly fucked.
Your legs felt about as sturdy as a newborn fawn, knees buckling just as Lee rounded the archway. Strong hands landed on your forearms saving you face planting into the hardwood.
"Whoa, easy," the low tone of his voice seemed to vibrate against the floorboards. Every syllable weaving into the colorful tapestry your mind was conjuring in your drug induced euphoria. In some dark corner of your subconscious you thought that maybe your friends had given you something stronger than what you were used to.
A small chuckle bubbled free from your mouth as you righted yourself. "Thanks. Just clumsy, tonight I guess."
Lee grunted, unconvinced. His hands travelled up your arms, closer than you'd ever dared letting him get. Your pulse was thrumming at the gentle touch, until his hands landed beside your neck. Thumbs directed your chin to meet his gaze, and in that simple action, you felt the dam of forbidden feelings breaking you had so carefully erected.
His brows were knit in concern as his gaze raked over you carefully. "You on something, honey?"
You shook your head out of pure instinct, eyes wide in innocence. Your heart thundered loud in your ears, a freight train that was in all actuality giving you away.
"Don't lie to me now, your pupils are the size of saucers," Lee sighed, thumb moving to swipe along the apple of your cheek. This simple touch that was based on concern and disappointment only had you melting more into the floorboards.
You stayed silent, lost in the trance of his worry and authority.
"You better start giving me names, sweetheart. No one is gonna give drugs to my girl and get away with it."
His girl. Could you really even be called that? By a man you barely knew, who only put up with your random drop ins because he had hitched himself to your mother?
Instead of questioning that, your fuzzy mind leaned into a comparison.
"My deadbeat dad would be asking where I got it so he could score some. And I know it really fucking shouldn't," you managed to speak around your tongue that suddenly felt too dry, "but it turns me the fuck on when you get all protective like that."
Again, it was almost like you could hear the ghost of Freud transcending through the astral realm with your logic.
Meanwhile, Lee's entire body went stiff. All of the blood that had been rushing in his ears in anger first at the thought of someone giving an innocent thing like you drugs and then at the mere mention of your father quickly averted elsewhere.
"Shouldn't say things like that about me, honey," his voice quiet in warning, but he didn't move to put space between you. It was one thing that he fantasized about you the second he met you after already being engaged to your mother. That the good sheriff could keep under control.
It was something else entirely now that you were reciprocating, his cock already stirring in his slacks just from having you this close.
"I know I shouldn't," you repeated, wobbly legs stepping forward with your head still cradled in his hands. Your bare feet nudging between his work boots, lips parting in invitation. "I'm just…saying. I'm leaving in a few days to head back college…Ma’s not here..."
"I'm well aware," still he didn't move away from you, even as your chest brushed his on a deep inhale. The distance between you dissolving until it was nothing but a possibility
If you want to take advantage of me. Is what was on the tip of your tongue. But instead you let the implication hang in the air, eyes searching his face in challenge. Envisioning him just having his way with you. Wondering if his cocky stature held up in other areas of his life or just while patrolling for bribes around the small town.
You saw the moment he gave in, the battle of longing and guilt behind his eyes completed with the clear victor being his desire.
One second your hands were enamored with how soft his shirt felt beneath your fingertips. Then, Lee released the gentle hold he had on your face, pulling you flush against him, teetering right at the point of no return.
“Tell me to stop.” His voice was wrecked, almost begging, but you weren't sure if he was talking to you or the thin thread of morality he still gripped.
But you couldn’t be concerned with that, shaking your head. His lips now so close to yours you could taste something sweet on his breath. Whether it was a pastry he had at the station or the gratification of almost giving in.
In the hazy field of your mind, your tongue reached out lightly, tracing his mouth. "You taste good," you breathed without thinking, surprised by your own boldness. Your hands moved to the back of his head, drawing his bottom lip between your teeth to nip gently.
A low groan left his throat that had you pressing further into the plush planes of his body was all it took to break through the rest of his restraint. His mouth crashed to yours, drinking in the initial gasp of shock.
"I'm not supposed to want this, sugar, you…we gotta stop," Lee muttered, voice shaking. But even as you pulled back, his own desires betrayed him as his mouth chased yours. Pulling you back in for a kiss that was hungry for the forbidden fruit that was you.
You were already floating from the gummy, every nerve buzzing as you melted into him. His strong grip tightened, guiding you back step by step until you crossed the threshold of the guest bedroom. And there was nowhere left to run except into the web of want and consequence.
A single gentle push was all it took to have you drifting through the air, caught by the bed, sinking into it immediately like a cloud. Lee's hands were already easing your thighs apart as he knelt before you, hands trembling as they massaged up your bare skin. "So fuckin' smooth," he whispered, enamored. “Been wantin’ a taste of you for too long.”
You keened into his touch, feeling him hook his fingers into your pajama shorts. "Show me," you pleaded.
"Really should be punishin' you for sneakin' weed in my house instead,” he sighed. As if he was doing you some great service not turning you in.
"Could cuff me if that'll make you feel better," you shot back.
"Jesus, don't give me ideas worse than this one," he muttered, dragging the fabric down your legs leaving you bare and glistening in the low light of the bedroom.
If your head was in the clouds before, the dawn was breaking over them when Lee's thumb swiped along your clit. Perhaps an experiment to see how sensitive you were, how you would react under the influence, or just to make sure you were really there and not some fucked up figment of an overactive imagination.
A little gasp slipped out before you could help it, arching into his touch.
"Prettiest pussy I ever saw," he groaned, breath warm against your arousal sending a shock through your system that you didn't know if it was just the effect of the weed or if it was just…Lee. Everything was brighter, louder, more sensitive.
His tongue licked one slow strip pausing at your clit, a loud moan erupting from your chest as your legs tried to close against the sensation. But Lee's hands were there in an instant keeping you open. Part of you almost wanted him to pin you down; make you admit just how desperate for him you'd always been.
"No ya don't," he cooed, letting his tongue circle the tight bundle of nerves. Your thighs shook against his iron hold as you felt the delirium in your head climb with each swipe. "You wanted this darlin', I'm just bein' nice and givin' it to you."
Your head fell back, giggling as the high and heat tangled deep in your belly, letting your limbs surrender. "Appreciate the - ah - favor. Sheriff."
A thick finger teased the entrance of your cunt, pushing in barely past the first knuckle. He moaned against your skin, his title falling from your lips had his own head spinning. "Better thank me proper after this favor, then."
Another wrecked moan tore from your chest as you felt yourself already grazing the edge of release. Oh you'd thank him. The desperate part of your subconscious that wanted this in the first place could be bent so easily to his will. You just didn't want to let him in on that secret yet.
You couldn't belay your orgasm even if you tried. You pushed your hips up, chasing the pressure of his mouth, willing his finger to move deeper. He obliged, exploring your tight hole, another groan vibrating against your clit.
"Oh god — Lee — fuck." The world snapped into a shimmering white, the high blurring everything around you. Every lap of his tongue, every drag of his fingers, even the cool of the sheets beneath you seemed to stretch the pleasure as it crested. Your moans, desperate and loud may as well have been heard in the next town over, but you couldn't bring yourself to care; too lost to the dazzling color dancing behind your eyelids.
You sagged back into the mattress, nerves still singing as he worked you through the last of your orgasm. He pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh, lingering there in the disbelief of his actions.
"Still with me down there, Sheriff?" You breathed, propping up on your elbows. A light sheen of sweat on his collar as his eyes met yours; his pupils blown wide.
He nodded once, heaving a breath out. "Your ma is gonna kill me."
"She doesn't have to find out," you promised, sitting up further. Your hand reached up to trace the gold star still pinned to his chest. "You're the expert at keepin' secrets in this town, aren't ya?"
Lee's jaw clenched now that you were close, his lips swollen and still slick with your arousal. "Suppose I am," he confirmed.
You let your thumb drift over the cool metal of the badge again, then moved to unfasten the top button of his uniform. "Good. Because I don't think I'm done breaking the law tonight."
He stilled again, chest rising and falling as he watched your fingers move clumsily down. Letting you have your way with him. For now. Trusting that you would keep your secret in this sin you were both sharing. Your hands made quick work of the buttons, pushing the shirt off his shoulders.
The rest of the uniform — belt, holster, any and all authority peeled away by your hungry hands, one by one until he was bare beneath you. Stripped of everything but the illicit desire coursing through him.
His cock stood at attention from the moment you released him from his pants, flushed and heavy. You pushed him back onto the bed, climbing over him so your knees straddled his hips. "Swear I'll be real good every time I come back home," you teased. "If you let me ride you."
Lee's hands closed over your thighs, eyes dark and hungry. "Don't make promises you can't keep, darlin'."
You wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock, eyes trained on his. "I always keep my promises," you sighed, sliding the tip against your clit already aching for more. Now coated with your slick, you guided him to your entrance, greedy for more. The stretch was delicious as you sank down slow, watching Lee's jaw go slack, his chest heaving beneath you.
"Jesus Christ," he breathed, fingers gripping into your thighs. "So fuckin'…perfect."
You rolled your hips slowly, dragging him against the sensitive walls of your cunt. Your hands gripped his soft belly, trying to find the angle that would have you seeing stars.
He let you set the pace, head thrown back in awe as you moved in slow circles. It was when you leaned forward, bracing both hands on the headboard for balance that you found it. His large cock hitting that spot, his belly rubbing just so on your still sensitive clit. "Right there…" you sighed more to yourself than the man beneath you.
A quick squeeze of your muscles had Lee losing all pretense of self-control. Your chest bounced with every rough slide of your hips, nipples peaked and tight in the cool air. Lee's gaze snapped from your face to the glorious sight you now bestowed upon him.
"Fuck, baby—" His hands slid up, greedy and rough, thumbs brushing and squeezing over the sensitive peaks causing a new wave of pleasure to roll through you. You slid him all the way out, almost to the tip until you sunk down with a force that had the sound of skin slapping on skin echoing through the room; adding to the symphony of your soft moans and Lee's deep whimpering sighs.
His hips began to meet yours, eyes darting from where your bodies met, then to your face contorted in pleasure, back to your chest again, utterly wrecked. "Look at you," he groaned. "Riding me so good. Can't…fuck, darlin', 'm not gonna last."
His curses only spurred you on, your body finding a relentless rhythm as you chased your own high.
"Please, gotta… fuck…can't — can't," he whined, trying to pull you off him. But some deep seated determination of primal need had you tightening as you pressed your thighs to his hips, using the hold you had on the headboard as leverage.
Lee stuttered beneath you, unable to hold his release back. You felt him throb once, twice, before he spilled deep inside with your name on his lips. Warm and sticky like honey, as you followed close behind; coming apart above him in another lightning bolt of pleasure.
"What…the fuck were you thinkin'?" he asked, gasping, the air of authority back as he looked up at you, wide eyed and mouth slightly agape.
A single breath of laughter fell from your mouth. "Just thankin' you proper by letting you fill up my perfect pussy. Daddy."
Lee's eyes immediately glazed over, a newfound heat appearing as you stayed bent over him, tits dragging in his vision with each deep breath you took. His release slowly leaked from your pulsing cunt and onto his thighs as you continued to rock gently. And while he knew that was wrong for a multitude of reasons…he was already picturing how to get you to call him that again. And again.
Taglist: @barnes-babydoll @overwintering-soldier @wint3rbarnes
After Chirps: My relationship with my father is great, why are you asking? I'm uploading something much sweeter and cuter on Halloween. Please stay around for it. If you want to be added to my taglist, you can comment on this post.
Header and lace divider made by me, caution tape from @cafekitsune (thank you!)
To the request of absolutely no one, here’s finally an updated masterlist with my works! You’ll be able to find a lot of different works under my username both here and on AO3, but this masterlist is only for Bucky Barnes/Sebastian Stan’s characters, which are the only characters I write at the moment.
💔 angst 💖 fluff 🔥 smut 🕊️ dark
bucky barnes
it's been a long, long time [ongoing] 💖
chapter 1 | chapter 2
40s!Bucky Barnes x Female Nurse!Reader
heavy in your arms 🔥
Civil War!Bucky Barnes x Reader
2.6k words
next door secrets 🔥
New Avengers!Bucky Barnes x New Avengers!Reader
3.8k words
distraction 💔🔥
New Avengers!Bucky Barnes x Reader
3.1k words
a lesson in heroism 🔥
Professor James Barnes x College Student Reader
3.9k words
straight out of a rom-com 💖
TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Sam Wilson's friend!Reader
1k words
quiet certainty of us 💔💖
Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
1k words
in sickness and in health 💖
Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
1k words
help me drown my demons 💔💖🔥
Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
1.5k words
sexy september scribbles [masterlist] 🔥
first good thing 💔💖🔥
Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
1.1k words
terms of surrender 💖🔥
40s!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
7.4k words
the price of forgiveness 💔
Bucky Barnes x Stark!Female Reader
1.6k words
let's make modern history 🔥
Professor James Barnes x College Student Reader
5.4k words
beefy bucky headcanons 💔💖🔥
yours, mine, ours 💖
Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
1k words
dance the night away 💖
40s!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
954 words
move your feet with mine 💖
Professor James Barnes x Female Reader
2.5k words
what are these hands for? 🔥
Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
1.2k words
a marshmallow world 💖🔥
Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
3.5k words
a little less hate 💖🔥
Congressman Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
1.9k words
deep plum 💖🔥
Congressman Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
1.3k words
stepdad bucky headcanons 🔥
Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x Stepdaughter!Female Reader
the lighthouse 💔🔥 newest
Vampire!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
5.9k words
other characters
midnight hunger 🔥
Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Female Reader
4.5k words
unhallowed be thy name 🔥🕊️
Chase Collins x Female Reader
7.9k words
poetry of scent 🔥🕊️
Steve Kemp x Female Reader
1.9k words
passion for discipline 🔥🕊️
Steve Kemp x Female Reader
6.6k words
Warnings: Established relationship, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), mention of squirting, light choking, slight feels, Lee Bodecker (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Day 5 of the Sexy September Scribbles Challenge. Prompt: Breathe for me, baby. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
“Breathe for me, baby.”
You inhaled deeply, the sound raw and ragged as the air entered your lungs. You didn't realize you stopped breathing until Lee urged you to do so, your walls still fluttering around his cock. It felt so good having his body on top of yours as you came back to yourself, the connection sending little aftershocks through your body.
“Came so hard,” you mumbled, shaking in his arms. At least you thought that was what you said. You weren't sure you could really string together a coherent thought.
“Did more than that. You fuckin’ squirted, darlin’. Drowned my cock,” he said, something soft and prideful in his eyes in contrast to his dirty words. It was a look that the sheriff would never give to anyone else. “Should see how fuckin’ pretty you look right now. Still clenching ‘round me.”
“I…” It felt like your face was on fire, but he wouldn’t let you hide in his neck or chest. Was it something to feel embarrassed about? And no wonder the sheets were soaked. “Didn’t know I could do that.”
He chuckled, his belly jiggling. “‘Course you didn’t. Would’ve told me if you knew.” There were no secrets between you. “You cook, you clean, you bake… and you squirt.”
You keened when he rolled his hips. How was he still hard? “Lee…”
“Wanna make you squirt again,” he gritted, wrapping his hand around your throat. “Wanna keep you nice and full.”
Your hand flew to his wrist, but you had nothing to fear. He was the law, and you were always in his care. You were his woman, and he cherished you the most.
“Please, Lee,” you begged, wanting to please him.
“Oh, I will,” he promised, tightening his grip. “Just remember to breathe for me.”
A little tender, a little dirty. Love and thanks for reading. ❤️
