Sirens & Skates ⋆˚꩜｡
Pairing: Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Female Reader Summary: Every time Sheriff Lee Bodecker rolls up to the drive-in, you know exactly how the night’s going to end. It’s always filthy, it’s a routine at this point, and neither of you can stop coming back for more. Warnings/Tags: 18+ MDNI, plot if you squint, but mainly porn. outside. semi public. against a police cruiser. fingering. unprotected p in v (please wrap it before you tap it). a little bit of dubcon to be safe, but everyone is of age (as you should be if you keep reading!!) and enthusiastically consents. guns are mentioned, but not used. and the skates stay on, baby. Lee has a dirty mouth. nicknames used: darlin', baby, sugar, good girl. no use of y/n, only descriptor is that reader has hair, but that is very briefly mentioned Word Count: 2.6k Chirps: So, I'm blaming a few people for this, y'all know who you are. I worked so hard to get outta my Lee era, and I was clean for 4 years. But they just pulled me back in with a few sweet words and this was born in my misery. Enjoy gooners. Masterlist | AO3
You didn’t much care for Sheriff Lee Bodecker.
Maybe it was the fact that when he pulled his cruiser into the drive-in where you worked he always seemed to undress you with his eyes. Like he was already picturing the quickest way to get your skirt hiked up and your panties stuffed into his back pocket.
Maybe it was that he waited until it was almost the end of your shift, so he’d have an excuse to ‘make sure you get home safe’.
Or maybe it was the fact that he never took off his goddamn duty belt while he buried himself in your tight cunt.
“What time do you get off, sugar?”
Lee’s voice was lazy, curling around the dusk, as you slid the tray through his open window. Burger, fries, Pepsi. It was as predictable as this next conversation was going to be.
“Eleven. Same as always, Sheriff.” You braced a hand on the warm curve of the window, the car humming faintly beneath your palm. The leather of your skates creaked as you propped yourself up.
His gaze flickered down, lingering on the buttons of your uniform, the fabric stretched taut across your chest. A quick, hungry scan that shot a warm bolt of desire straight to your lower belly. He put on that careful, concerned look when he met your eyes again. “Awful late. Wish they wouldn’t keep a pretty thing like you after dark.”
You could almost recite his lines by heart at this point. He always played at being your protector, pretending the night was dangerous just so he could find that angle that would end up with you soft and pliant underneath him. And that traitorous pulse between your thighs always answered.
You tapped a nonsensical rhythm against the metal, twirling a paper-wrapped straw in your other hand. “Well, someone’s gotta close up shop. Guess I drew the short end of the stick.”
“Why don’t I stay? Make sure nobody bothers my favorite carhop.” He flashed his badge, just a little. As if you needed a reminder of his status.
You let out a single, sharp laugh. “Maybe there wouldn’t be so many bad folks if you actually went out and caught them. Instead of sittin’ here flirting with me.”
His smile widened as he sat back in the cruiser, something changing in his gaze at your challenge. “Just tryna make sure you’re safe, darlin’.”
Maybe, when you clocked out and watched your coworkers go their respective ways, coasting to Lee’s waiting cruiser just outside the halo of amber from the streetlight, you almost cared for him. After all, he just wanted to keep you safe.
It was cool enough that he had killed the engine and rolled the windows down, watching your every move while he waited for you to close down the drive-in.
Your skirt trailed behind you in the wind until you came to a practiced stop at the passenger side of the car. You bent to untie your laces, but his voice cut through the night as he stepped out of the car.
“Nah, darlin’, the skates stay on tonight.” Lee’s voice was darker. Hungrier than it had been a few hours ago when you delivered him dinner. Your stomach flipped, your thighs clenching together both in anticipation and to keep you upright as you closed the passenger door.
“Shoulda figured you would say that,” you sighed, slightly mocking as you leaned back against the car, one knee bent in balance on the toe stop of your skate.
He easily spun you around, hauling you against his chest, bracing you between the cruiser and his body. The edges of his badge dug into your back through the thin fabric of your uniform dress, and you could feel the hard press of him on the swell of your ass, your nerves already skittering.
You couldn’t help but push back, just a little, just to tease. Just enough for him to groan, a deep sound that vibrated along every line of where your body was firm against his.
“C’mon, sugar, don’t get smart with me now.”
“Not gettin’ smart, just trying to get fucked,” you muttered, just loud enough he had to lean further in to catch the words.
A rough laugh escaped him, like he hadn’t expected you to be so brazen about it. One arm snaked around your waist, your skates threatening to slide out from under you as he changes your center of gravity, but his strong arms easily hold you steady.
“That’s my girl.”
His girl. The words always went straight to your head.
“Been lookin’ forward to this all day,” he breathed in your ear. Still smelling like the grease from the fries he had earlier.
You hummed in agreement, body surrendering to his touch before you could help it.
He swept your hair aside, exposing the slope of your neck. His hot breath fanned over you as he leaned in, greedy for your scent. “You always smell so good, even after working in that shithole all day.” His hand drifted up your thigh, fingertips just barely skimming the sensitive skin.
A soft whimper left your lips, your head falling back against his shoulder as he tapped against your clothed pussy. Your knees buckled at the sharp sensation, wheels spinning on your feet as you tried to stay upright. “Don’t worry, I got ya, won’t let ya fall,” he cooed, pulling you closer.
Fingers slipped beneath the silk of your panties, finding you slick and ready. A pleased groan left him, his teeth gently grazing the exposed flesh of your neck. “Fuck, baby…this all cause of me?”
“Yes,” you breathed, shivering as a thick finger pushed into your cunt. A gasp broke the silence of the night air.
“That’s right. Good girl,” Lee rasped, voice low and gravelly, vibrating against your back. His thumb worked tight circles against your clit, fingers curling just so. You felt the pleasure build at the base of your spine in a low and simmering heat that crackled up through your ribs and lungs.
Your thighs clenched, simultaneously trying to keep your skates steady and keep him right there…
“Fuck, Lee I’m – ”
Just as soon as he felt you brush against the edge of release, he pulled all the way out, leaving you trembling and pulsing, arousal sliding down your thighs. A low whine left your throat, head falling forward in frustration.
Asshole, you thought, bracing against the door frame as he nudged your legs together, the wheels of your skates creaking in protest as you moved. The wetness from his fingers gathered between your thighs, sticky and uncomfortable in more ways than one.
“Patience, darlin’, you’ll get it. I always take care of ya, don’t I?” He whispered into your hair, yanking your soaked panties down to your knees. The sound of the fabric tearing echoed through the night against the cicadas and low hum of the streetlights in the distance.
“Ya know I really liked those,” you grumbled over your shoulder as you felt the silk fall away from under your skirt.
His palm traveled on your spine pressing you forward until your chest was flush with warm, unyielding metal. Your body already humming in anticipation, and from being so close to a sweet release you could’ve tasted it.
One hand curled around your nape, the other guiding your hips back where he wanted. “Don’t wear them when you know I’m gonna be vistin’ you then.”
You surrendered, skates rolling helplessly as your back arched, cheek pressed into the hard curve of the door. The issue with that logic was you never knew when he would visit you. Your body could never anticipate when he would grace you with his presence and an orgasm or two. And your underwear collection was starting to take a hit.
He kept one hand around your waist, fumbling with his belt and zipper, freeing himself from his uniform slacks. At the first feeling of him hot and heavy against your curves, you wiggled again. Craving friction, craving him…craving something to quell the ache between your thighs.
Your skirt was hiked up, bare skin prickling in the cool night. He pressed up behind you, the thick head of his cock nudging through your soaked folds, gliding between your thighs but never giving you what you wanted.
A sharp hiss tore from both your lips when he slid through, your wetness slicking him, each rock of his hips a slow, maddening tease. Your legs tried to spread, skates wobbling for leverage, but Lee’s grip was like iron. He forced your thighs tight together, keeping him trapped against your heat in a desperate hold.
“Ah, ah,” he growled, palm smacking your ass hard enough to sting, the echo lost in the night.
“Lee, please…” you keened, not caring how needy you sounded. You tried again, pushing back, angling your hips. Anything to pull him deeper, but his hold only tightened. Bruisingly so against the skin of your thighs, leaving you trembling on your wheels, helpless to do anything but take what he would give you.
“Easy, sugar. You can wait.” He rocked you forward, the head of his cock catching your clit and dragging a gasp from your chest. You lightly tapped a closed fist against the car as he worked himself through your slick, every drag, hotter, filthier, until you were whining in frustration. Trembling on your skates like it was your first day wearing them.
“Don’t tease me – fuck, just…” you bit out, breathless, barely able to string words together as he squeezed your thighs impossibly tighter. The friction was both too much and not enough as you could feel yourself clenching around nothing.
Bastard. See, maybe it wasn’t the duty belt already digging into your flesh, causing a burning sensation. Maybe it was the fact that he was such a goddamn tease and you were powerless to stop him from doing so.
“That’s it,” he chuckled, voice low. “More fun with your skates on, isn’t it?”
Fun? Fun for who? You thought, another whimper traitorously moving past your lips as he continued to rock into you. Using you for his own personal pleasure, wielding his power over you. Though you did let him, so maybe this was also on you.
“Let me hear you beg for it, darlin’.”
Your whole body ached as he continued to deny you. So close to pushing inside, the thick press of him gliding past your entrance at each roll he forced your body to take, but refusing to give you that last bit of relief.
You let out a strangled moan, “Lee, please, I need it, just –”
Finally, finally, with a rough groan and a sharp slap to your ass, he pushed inside. He bottomed out in a single, savage thrust, stealing the air from your lungs.
“Fuck, Lee!” The shock of it ripped a cry from your throat, your skates rolling forward before his grip pinned you in place.
You never would get used to this. To the way he claimed you so completely, like he had every right. Like he owned you, entering with barely a preamble or to let you get used to it. But the Sheriff didn’t ease into anything. Least of all you.
“Squeezin’ me so tight, baby. God you feel so fuckin’ good.” His hand dug into your waist.
He set a brutal rhythm, your hips snapping against his. He barely had to move, your body easily submitted, skates clicking against the pavement as you rolled forward and back. Each thrust made your whole body shudder, forced to brace harder against the car. The leather of that fucking duty belt scraped your bare thighs, the cold edge of his gun bit into your skin every time he brought your hips back to meet his.
You whimpered at the roughness, breath stuttering out, but it only made you wetter, your walls clenching harder each time it dug into your supple flesh. “Lee, your fuckin’ belt –”
He chuckled, not slowing for a second. “You like feelin’ it, don’t ya darlin’? Gotta be ready, in case I get called away. Reminds you who’s fuckin’ you, doesn’t it?”
You nodded, gasping around a moan. You arched into him, now uncaring if the belt left marks. In this moment, the world shrank to the burn of leather, the hard line of his cock, and the dizzying drag of every thrust.
“You’re my favorite,” he rasped, teeth grazing your shoulder. “Best thing I’ve ever had in this whole fuckin’ town. My perfect little thing, lettin’ me use you any way I want.”
The words were dirty, dangerous, possessive. In any other setting you would’ve told him to just shut the fuck up, but with him everywhere, infiltrating every nerve of yours until they burn, pulling pleasure from your body, it sent heat spilling through every limb. You could only arch back and take it, chasing the pulses of pleasure he dragged from you.
Suddenly, his arm snaked around you, strong and sure. An anchor around your shoulders, thumb holding just beneath your jaw to keep your head pulled back. He dragged you off the car, your back flush to his chest. The edges of his badge dug through the fabric of your dress again, sending a different sensation running down your spine. His lips found your pulse point, teeth grazing and sucking, sure to leave a blooming mark, staking his claim for all to see.
The position had you strung tight, body arched around him and open, his cock still buried deep as he rocked you in place. He murmured into your ear, the filthy things he knew would make you clench around him, his voice quieter, softer, and more reverent than it had any reason to be right now.
Your gasps and whimpers tangled around every word, body rolling in his grip, incapable of doing anything but to take the bliss he was giving you. His arm provided a gentle pressure, a reminder that he wasn’t going to let you fall even as your legs threatened to give out.
“I know what you need, baby.” His free hand slid down, rough palm splayed across your belly, pulling you back harder, commanding every angle of your body. He gathered your skirt up so his fingers could work between your thighs. Circling your clit with ruthless precision, matching the relentless rhythm of his hips. Each thrust made you see stars, the world shrinking to his touch, the slick drag, the continued creak of your skates on the asphalt.
You felt the pleasure build low in your belly. A viscous, clawing thing that bloomed brighter and hotter with each thrust, each punishing movement of his fingers between your thighs. You couldn’t hold it back anymore. “Lee…fuck, please, please. I’m –”
“There ya go…that’s it. Make those pretty sounds for me.”
The pleasure ripped through you, sharp and overwhelming. Shattering you in his arms as you cried out, lost to the sensation. Not caring if your moans broke through the hush of the rural landscape.
He followed not far behind, cursing into your neck, the heat of his release flooding you, hips jerking as he rode out his own aftershocks. The warmth of it spilled down your thighs, escaping from your pulsing cunt. His hips slowed to a soft grind, working himself to the very end of his high.
“See, baby?” he sighs, content as he finally pulls out and eases his grip on your body, fingers smoothing your hair and skirt. You slumped against the car, boneless and sated, as he gave your ass a last, affectionate slap. “Told ya your Sheriff always takes care of ya.”
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