go ahead, baby
words 4866 Lee Bodecker x f!reader warnings: filth! daddy kink, overstimulation, restraints, praise, slight degradation, cursing, unprotected sex (wrap it pls, your life isn’t fiction), oral (f receiving), petnames, fluff
synopsis: You’ve been taking cooking classes to surprise Lee for your anniversary. You try to keep it a secret from him and he finds out that you’ve been lying about where you’ve been going.
a/n: absolutely had too much fun writing this. if you couldn’t tell, Lee is my baby. enjoy, and let me know what you think babes!
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Lee and you have been dating for three years now. You were absolutely smitten by the Sheriff. With his handsome charm, beautiful smile, piercing yet extremely kind blue eyes; he was a picture worth marveling over. Three years seems like a lifetime ago now.
You were the new girl in town, moving in once you’d decided it was finally time to leave your family home and get a place of your own. As soon as you appeared, everyone in the town was constantly in talks about you. Young and beautiful; a perfectly wrapped present tied with a pretty little bow and dropped in the center of a small town filled with the same boring, familiar faces. Envied and even lusted for, yet you only had eyes for one man; your precious Lee.
People told you that the newness of the relationship would wear off after the first 6 months, but here you were, three years in and in love as ever. Your anniversary was quickly approaching and you wanted to do something real special for him. He constantly showered you in love and adoration, worshipping the very air you breathed. You were his pretty girl and he’d be damned if he didn’t show you how much he loved you every waking second.
Lee loved your baking, always raving over it around the town about how no one made a peach cobbler the way you did. They didn’t have the “Princess touch”, he called it. You’d bake for him when he’d had a bad day on routine patrols, or getting stuck at the station with miles of paperwork, or when you just wanted to watch his face light up. You were a shit cook— one hell of a baker— but couldn’t boil a pot of water if it were to save your life.
Lee wanted nothing more than to be the man that got the privilege of taking care of you, treating you the way you deserved. He had a fantasy of you being at home, cleaning and cooking up something special just for him. He’d thought he had never admitted it— but he’d always wanted to make you his perfect housewife— you could tell from how he looked at you when you did chores around the house. He envisioned you quitting your diner job and staying home so no one would have to share you with him. Only he would get to see you wipe down countertops, or brew a fresh pot of coffee, or wear that pretty dress that made his heart pound so hard in his chest he thought it’d come out of this throat if he looked any longer. He knew it was a selfish and silly dream. Lee loved that you were independent and willing to be a woman apart from him, but God, if he didn’t want you all to himself.
For your upcoming anniversary, you wanted to surprise him and fulfill part of this fantasy. This last month, you’ve been going to the county soup kitchen and getting some lessons from your friend who volunteers there. Starting to become real confident in your skills too, it made you feel empowered. Lee was going to melt when he found out, but you just had to keep it from him long enough.
Your sneaking around wasn’t a match for the smarts of your Sheriff because it landed you here, staring straight into the eyes of a man who did not like to be played with.
“Darlin’,” he said firmly in a tone you didn’t often get to hear. When you did, you knew whoever was on the receiving end of it was in a heap of trouble. You never could’ve imagined that today of all days, you would find yourself a victim of the seething low baritone. “I had a long day. Now, I’m not gon’ ask you again. Why do ya keep telling me you’re workin’ an extra shift when I’m wise enough now to know you’re not?” Lee snarls towards you, glaring with squared-off eyes. He was watching with such pointed intensity at the gears of your brain furiously turning trying to find your way out of this. “Uh uh, I know that look. Don’t try and lie your way out of this. Visited the diner twice now this week and ya weren’t there when you said you’d be. Where have you been going?” he spit out, annunciating every word as his thick drawl grew deeper. Stalking towards you with clear intent and sending chills down your spine, you felt yourself cowering in front of the man you loved.
Before reaching you on the other side of the kitchen, he started undressing, removing any sign of his stressful day, eyes still pointed at yours. You watched frozen as he threw the hat from his head carelessly behind him followed by his thick leather belt with great animosity. You could practically see the steam rolling off of him in red hot waves. He didn’t often get mad at you— hell, he never did. But you’d seen the way he’d nearly thrown a man who so much as smiled your way through a wall and knew you’d never want to be on the receiving end of that gaze. Yet, here you found yourself, extremely turned by it— and he could tell.
“Lee baby, it’s not whatever you’re thinking. Please just trust me,” you find the strength to say at him. His eyes following the movement of your lips with every syllable they pronounce.
“Yeah? And what is it I’m meant to be thinkin’, hm? You seem to like going ‘round telling me things, so enlighten me, Princess,” the blue of his eyes is long gone now. You know that look. Lust— yet filled with a white hot rage you never get to witness. You can’t believe how wet you are right now. Noticing the internal battle you are having he chuckles darkly, “You know, I work hard. Y/N. All I want is to come home to the girl I love and know she ain’t snoopin’ ‘round god knows where when she’s meant to be at home, waitin’ for me.”
He moves so that you can feel the exhale from his nose and mouth with every angered breath he takes. His eyes lock in to yours, filled with an air of aggravation and need. All you can do is feebly shake your head ‘no’ at him, still not wanting to ruin your surprise.
“My patience is wearin’ real thin, Princess. Gettin’ on my last nerve. But okay, that’s how you want to play this. Okay,” he lets out a heavy sigh and grabs your wrists, tracing up the skin to your biceps and he grips them forcefully. “You wanna keep things from me? I’ll make an honest woman out of you. Never gonna have you lyin’ straight to my face ever again.” Lee thrusts you over his shoulder and storms into the living room, carelessly throwing you onto the couch. His show of strength never fails to make you whimper. He quickly removes the rest of his clothing, leaving him in his boxers and turns towards you.
Lunging, he rips the dress right off of your body, sending buttons flying everywhere. You were wearing a lingerie set he loved so much, and you mentally thanked whatever god was watching over you right now that you had the sense to put it on this morning. Hopefully, seeing the baby pink would calm him a bit. He growls at the sight of it.
“Oh Princess, you think you can go around wearin’ this pretty little set under your damn dress and disrespect me in my own home? I’ll get you cryin’ the truth in no time,” he leaves you on the couch and turns towards the hallway leading to your shared bedroom. You hear him rummaging around the room while mumbling angrily to himself in search of something.
He storms out of the bedroom carrying his personal pair of handcuffs he uses on days he’s on patrol duty. You’ve only ever had them used on you once and you couldn’t help but let out the little moan at the sight of the gleaming silver. He hears your little noise and his smile grows malicious, covering more of his face than you ever thought possible. Moving closer towards your spot on the couch, he nudges you over to place himself where you were just seated. Spreading his legs wide open, you can see the thick outline of his very large cock through the grey of his boxers. He grabs your body like you were a rag doll and forces your back to sit between his legs. Grabbing your wrists, he places them around his neck, enclosing the cuffs tightly around them.
You had never been in a position like this one before; caught against the front of Lee with your head pressed right next to his in the crook of his neck, wearing nothing but a barely-there pink lace bra and matching panty, and arms suspended and tied around his neck. He was very intimately wearing you like a necklace; he could do anything right now and there was no escaping. Bringing his right hand to rest on your breast and dragging his other hand down your arm slowly, tracing the skin with his electric touch, you feel him harden even more so under the swell of your ass. As his left hand makes its way down to the front of you, you shiver in wake of his touch.
“Let’s see how many you can gimme before you give in and tell the truth. Not gonna stop ‘til you do.” His hand teasingly dances over the soft skin of your thighs, brushing lightly over the place you need him so desperately. Your breathing catches as he starts moving the hand that was around your breast to scratch at the lace covering your hardened nipple. The feeling of his nails scratching you through the lace made your pussy throb. This was going to be an impossible test of your strength.
Pushing your panty to the side, he slowly drags his finger up and down through your wet folds. He moans at the feel of your wetness seeping around his rough and calloused fingertips. Growing impatient, you buck your hips up at him and he quickly stills your hip with his other hand. Tutting his disappointment at you, he brings his lips close to your ear and bites saying, ”You like being a brat, huh? What happened to my good girl everyone is always so wild ‘bout?”
He plunges his finger into you without warning, moving at a pace that already has your eyes rolling. His other hand wraps around to play at your clit and you grow dizzy seeing both of his hands surrounding you, working and trying to coax an orgasm from you. He adds another finger as your breathing turns into high-pitched whimpers and brings his lips to bite at the pulse of your neck.
You’ve never felt yourself moving towards a release so quickly before, but his rough demeanor and the way you were immobile did something wild to you. Adding in a third finger and putting more pressure on your clit, you were seeing stars. Your hips arch off of his front with little success as the weight of his arms pushes you back down. The muscles in your lower stomach growing tighter as you feel your release approaching. “I’m gonna come, Daddy!”
“That’s one. Make sure to keep count in that dumb brain of yours. Don’t wanna have to start over.” You whimper loudly as you come around his fingers with no signs of his relenting anytime soon. His fingers still vigorously flicking at your clit and in and out of your clenching walls. You didn’t think it was possible to feel such desperation for another orgasm even though you barely finished getting through your first one.
Lee wasn’t going to stop until he got what he wanted. Stilling his pace, he decided to thrust his fingers in an agonizingly slow rhythm that had you burning. Still feeling the effects of your last high, you were unsure what your body was feeling until he put more pressure onto your clit. You screamed desperately craving more, needing more. “Daddy” you whine out in the voice he couldn’t get enough of.
“Don’t open that damn mouth of yours unless you feel like talkin’,” he said, rubbing circles into your clit just the way you like, wanting to bring you to the edge again. It would be a lie to say that he was still even angry about your lying. He was enjoying this a lot more than he thought he would.
You had tears pricking the corners of your eyes at how sensitive you were feeling. The position he had you in left you vulnerable and unable to do anything but lay there and take it. As his hand sped up its vigorous kneading at your clit, you felt an immense bolt of electricity shoot right through your center. Clenching around his fingers, your second high rapidly approaching and all of the nerves in your body disobeyed you, trying to move away from his unrelenting hand. With your second orgasm taking over, your body begins trying to slide down his front away from his hand as much as your tied arms allowed.
Hooking his thick legs around your thighs, keeping you from closing and holding you still, he growled like you’ve never heard before. “Don’t fucking try and get away from me. You’re gonna take what I give you like a good girl, isn’t that right Princess? After I’m done with my pussy maybe she’ll knock some sense into you about lyin’. And that’s two,” he finished with a heavy slap at your clit. If you thought you were trapped before, you never could have imagined this.
He adds a fourth finger without prepping you first, not that you needed it, and pumps in and out of you wildly. You never felt a scream rip its way out of your chest more freely than it did then. You could feel the rapid twitching of his cock under you telling you this was making him absolutely feral.
Your vision went black as your body began to spasm uncontrollably causing you to forget why he was even mad at you or how you found yourself in pleasure like this. Letting go for the third time, you needed to feel him inside you terribly. The vision in your eyes still blurred as you cry out “Daddy, please. Need you so bad. Please, Lee— I just can’t tell you please don’t make me.”
Lee knew two things. One of them being that you enjoyed calling him Daddy just as much as he enjoyed being called it. You always made sure to say it. And two, you would never call him by Daddy and Lee in the same sentence by mistake. You wouldn’t let yourself slip like that.
“What did you just call me?” he asks incredulously, eyes turning darker than you’ve ever seen them.
Pushing your cuffed arms up in the air, he turns you to straddle his lap on the couch. “You gonna keep hidin’ things from me? Not tellin’ the truth? Callin’ me by whatever name you want? Good, you don’t need me. Fuck yourself on me. Go ahead, baby. Show me you don’t need me,” he taunts with pursed lips, placing his arms behind his head. You whine loudly at this, the humiliation of the situation you find yourself in making your pussy clench sporadically around nothing. “Look at you, my little slut. Need to cum again even after you had four of my fingers, hm? Go ahead baby, I’m just gonna sit right here,” you were completely exhausted from the first three orgasms he pulled from you and without his assistance or free use of your hands, you couldn’t get his boxers off to relieve yourself. Evil bastard knew exactly what he was doing.
Desperately, you start grinding yourself on his hard and clothed crotch, unable to take his boxers off and slip him into you. Your arms were so beyond tired you couldn’t even bring them down yourself. Tears were freely flowing on your face and you couldn’t concentrate enough to get yourself off this way. You needed him to do it but knew there was no chance in hell he’d cave if you didn’t give him what he wanted. Watching as your body sloppily tried to grind against him, he brought his hand down to your clit and tapped it, sending shock waves pulsing through you and causing you to mewl. The desire to hear more beautiful noises fall from your plump lips took over and he slapped at your clit again with more force. You screamed at this, unable to distract yourself any longer from the way he was making you feel and what your body so desperately needed.
“Daddy, please! Please I’ll tell you, I— fuck! I’ve been takin’ cooking lessons! Please Lee, shit! Wanted to su-surprise you for our anniversary,” you cry out as you feel his cock twitch underneath you. He looks at you with wide eyes, your confession being the last thing he’d ever expected to hear you say.
“What? Cooking lessons? Oh, Princess… I. God,” he sat there, underneath you dumbfounded, feeling foolish for his outlandish and harsh behavior. Seeing the ice of his eyes soften a bit, you watch his demeanor switch to that of pure love and desire. “You mean to tell me you’ve been sneakin’ off so you could learn to cook me a meal?” He stares at you, awestruck, while you’re still squirming around on his lap, seeking out your much needed release. You nod your head frantically and whine.
“Please Daddy, I’m s’sorry. I’ll be good, promise. Please, just help me.” Wiping the tears from your face he kisses you on both of your cheeks and shifts you to lay on the couch. Getting up, he removes his soaked boxers, freeing his extremely hard and leaking cock. He hisses at the feel of the cool air hitting it but quickly moves towards your writhing body laying stretched out in front of him. He takes a second to look at you to memorize the pretty picture; arms stuck above your head in his cuffs, adorned in pink lace, looking like a damn angel.
“Shh Princess. Daddy’s got you. Gonna make you feel s’good, gotta make it up to you. My good girl, I’ll never ruin a surprise of yours again.” Pulling your panties down your legs, you feel the cold air hit your center and feel a shiver run through your whole body. Lee notices how sensitive you are and can’t decide if he wants to split you in half or get a taste of his favorite dessert.
Pumping himself a bit, he moves to hover over you while lining himself up at your entrance. Not being able to resist, he lightly traces your clit with his leaking tip. You let out a high pitched whine and he can’t help but let out, “Shit, I love you Y/N”. Sinking into you, you feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as his cock sinks all the way in. As he bottoms out, your walls already grip him like a vice. It makes him whimper and you feel his hips falter.
“Princess, gotta be honest with ya. Don’t think I’ll last long. Been drivin’ me crazy,” he whispers before dropping a kiss to your lips and starting to move. You both moan out as he pulls out and quickly bottoms out, hitting that spot that drives you wild. As he sets a fast pace, your walls are already fluttering crazily around him.
You open your mouth to try and speak but nothing comes out. He chuckles a little at the sight of your gaping mouth and he leans down to kiss you. As he speeds his thrusts, you can’t control your clenching walls and feel him stutter as he tries to push back in. “So fucking tight— shit practically can’t get back in baby. Feels s’good fuck!” He reaches his hand down and finds your clit, rubbing harsh circles. Your eyes go black and you can’t see or hear anything but the pleasure you are feeling.
“Mmm Princess, feel you milking me, shit. God that’s it, feels so good baby. My good girl, gimme another.” As your walls pathetically clamp like a vice around him, you can’t help the scream that leaves your body. The blood loudly roaring in your ears masks the cries erupting from Lee’s chest as he reaches his own much needed release, screaming out only your name in praises.
With your hazy vision and the faint buzz of your last high tingling through your nerves, you feel like your body is floating. You could pass out right now from the pleasure Lee put your body through tonight. Lee’s hot tongue quickly pulls you out of your daze as it trails its way down your shaking body.
“Lee what are y—”
“Shh baby, did so good for me. You didn’t think I’d let you go without gettin’ a taste first, hmm? Besides, I wronged my pretty girl today and I need to make it up to her by cleanin’ up my mess.” He winks at your wide eyes and licks a long strip from your quivering hole to your swollen clit and you let out a string of high pitched whimpers and he moves. He groans into your pussy at the sounds you are making and at the taste of him and you mixed together. “Taste so fucking perfect. Lemme have one more baby, know you can.” Your thighs clamp around Lee’s head, keeping him trapped between your legs as your body starts trembling all over. You don’t think you can come again but your pussy seems to have a mind of her own. “Mmm baby, taste so good. Think she can forgive me?” he asks as if he could hear your thoughts.
You whine as he shakes his head from side to side trying to push himself in between your legs further, causing more tremors to erupt along your body. You were so oversensitive that any touch was immensely heightened. Not needing much more for you to reach your final high, Lee was still going to eat you out like this was the first time he’d ever been given the opportunity. As he sucks at your clit he stuffs three fingers into you, curling and finding your soft spot right away. You scream and feel your hips try and get away from the harsh treatment his mouth and fingers are giving you, but he’s too strong for you to even try. Harshly sucking and licking at you like a starved man, he feels your legs gripping around his head impossibly tighter, knowing if you had your hands free to use they’d be pushing his face in even farther than it was right now.
At the thought of your hands in his hair scratching at his scalp, he groans loudly into your aching core, the vibrations causing a ripple of pleasure to bubble along the inside of your tight muscles. The tension was almost unbearable, you know it was only a moment longer before it snapped. Liking your reaction, he moans loudly again around your clit as he sucks and stuffs his fingers into you. “Come on Princess, all over my face, feel you clenchin’. Come on, be a good girl and come for me,” he says, letting his teeth graze and nip over your sensitive clit, pushing you over the edge.
Loud cries of his name leave your lips and a loud thumping fills your ears as pleasure envelops all of your senses. Your body is violently shaking as your release coats his face and he wastes no time in making sure every last drop is lapped up by his tongue.
After your fifth orgasm of the night, you finally feel Lee’s body relax and his mouth comes to a still on you. Softly moving his hands down your trembling thighs, he reaches under the couch to get the key he threw there to unlock his cuffs. Moving you to slightly sit up on the couch and taking your raw and red wrists, he presses featherlight kisses at the sight of any inflamed skin. Rubbing at the flesh of your wrists, he trails his lips along your still shaking body, pressing lovingly across the skin of your neck and shoulders. As movement starts returning to your body, he kisses his way up your neck and to the flush of your cheeks. Feeling you finally relax into his touch, he knows you’ve come back to your body and to him.
“Baby, really. I’m so sorry I ruined your surprise. I feel like a downright ass. Shouldn’t have pressed like I did. I just got so angry because, well,” letting out a hard sigh. You grab his face as best as you can with the little energy you have and press small kisses to his chin like he always likes. He smiles softly, not letting it quite reach his plump cheeks, “The people in this town talk a lot. About us, ‘bout you, and they’re right. Y’know, that I don’t deserve a pretty little thing like you. I don’t deserve the sweetheart everyone’s dyin’ to get a bite of. I’m the luckiest bastard Y/N, get to come home to you every night. Here I am, lettin’ my brain make up dumb nonsense, ruinin’ your sweet little surprise. You don’t deserve that. Forgive me?”
Speaking hushed whispers across the side of your face so as not to tire you any more than he already had, he nuzzles his nose into the skin of your hairline and drops light kisses every so often. You relish in the loving warmth of his soft touch and turn your face so that your mouth reaches the shell of his reddened ear.
“If our fights end like this… don’t know, Sheriff. Might have to get your horns twisted a bit more often. Kinda really sexy,” you smirk, biting at his earlobe as you bring your hands to rub at the skin of his lower belly.
“Don’t you go turning into a full brat on me now. Gonna have to make a habit of showing you how to behave, huh?”
“Fine with me, Daddy.” He throws his head back in a low groan and his eyes search to find yours. The smile on your face causes his stomach to swim with that tingly feeling only your presence can bring him. He loves you so much and it’s evident to feel just from how his eyes gleam for you. “But Lee,” sitting yourself up higher on the back of the couch and running your fingers up his arms.
“Yeah baby?”
“Don’t you go letting those no good people fill your head with stupid thoughts. You’re mine, my whole world, baby. I’m the lucky one to come home to the charming Deputy Sheriff every day. It’s so sexy to call y’that. Just get myself so riled up thinkin’ about it,” you confess, your fingers following his veins in a slow trail up his arms to the skin of his shoulders. You bring your hands to rest on his broad shoulders, feeling how perfect they fit there. Softly tracing your fingertips against the skin, you drop your head to his chin and drop a kiss.
“Think so?” he asks with that boyish glimmer in his eye that you can’t ever seem to get enough of.
“Know so, baby. Since you ruined my anniversary surprise, how ‘bout I cook something up real nice for you now, yeah?” you say, squeezing his side.
“Don’t know if I’d be able to watch you cook, pretty girl. Might blow a load right there in the damn kitchen. My own housewife,” looking at you with such adoration, “God, I’d like that. M’gonna make you my wife one day, Y/N. Gonna be the prettiest bride anyone’s ever seen. My perfect girl.”
You smile up at him with glassy eyes, thinking of the future you and Lee can share. Reaching out for his hand, you bring it to your lips and leave a few open-mouthed kisses along his fingers and palm. Standing off of the couch on shaky legs, he immediately stands to try and steady you against him. A slight blush brushing across his features in guilt at the wobble he caused in your body.
“Come on baby, I’ll make your favorite. And I’ll put the pink panties back on if you’d like.” He whimpers and follows you into the kitchen, pinching at your ass as you squeal and try to shoo his hands away. For the first time, dinner wasn’t ruined from your lack of cooking skills but from Lee’s inability to keep his hands to himself.
