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playing dangerous || lee bodecker
Pairing: Lee Boedecker x afab!gn!reader
TW: Smut, fingering, degradation, pwp (more plot than smut tbh), the smut being way too short, canon-typical violence, age gap (not specified), Lee being a bad copâ˘, me being back on my bullshit
MINORS DNI !!! đ
Summary: Reader tries to worm their way out of being caught on an arson charge by Sheriff Bodecker
Based on THIS Lana Del Rey song (lyrics to the song are bolded and italicized)
Word count: 1,158
A/N: My first non-ask?? Gosh, am I nervous, but @becca-e-barnes was very kind in encouraging me to post this, as well as @mulberrybeat (who is the best beta-reader/bff ever)
âEverybody knows that I'm a good girl, officer.â You say whilst peering over his shoulders at the heat behind the sheriff before you, the shadows being cast by the fire highlighting the sign of aging of the older man before you.
âAnd I donât doubt that darlinâ, I really donât, but seeinâ as that youâre the only one that was up here, are you sure you ain't lyinâ to me âbout startinâ that fire?â He says, skeptical of the situation. And you, chewing on your lip while maintaining eye contact as if pondering your answer, leave a brief pause in the conversation (not long enough for suspicion to arise, but just long enough for the tension to build).
âNo, I wouldnât do a thing like that, thatâs for sure, Sheriff Bodecker, sir.â
âAs long as youâre positive, sugar.â His dismissive tone cuts straight through your doe eyes, noting the clear stench of smoke on your nightdress as you fumble suspiciously with the hem of it.
âThe house was already on fire, I swear Iâm not a liar.â Tears being to well in your eyes, and threaten to spill over (whether they are real or fake is inconsequential; they do their job).
He softens himself, opening up to the possibility of your victimhood. After all, how can someone look so innocent and do something so vile? He attempts to quell your nervesâ âAre you feelinâ alright, darlinâ? Is there anythinâ I could do?â
âWell, I'm a little shaken, but I'm fine, thanks for askin'.â You mutter, gazing into his eyes, and he gazes into yours, his dick hardening as you step forward slightly.
âTell me, do you always work alone so late?â You ask, innocent as ever, in an attempt to change the subject. He bites.
âYeah, I do, doll. âCouse, canât really help it with us beinâ out here in the stick ân all.â He flashes a wide crooked smile, one laced with years of lies, and you wonder how he doesnât recognize your own.
âThatâs must be hard. âSpecially at night, when- oh!â A gust of wind blows by, nearly knocking you both over, and aggravating your flaming corpse of a home.
âShit!â He exclaims, âYou must be awful cold.â
âI dunno about cold, but, gosh, Iâm a little shy standing here in my nightgown.â He glances down at the hem of your nightgown and the way it rides up on your thighs, and his mind, ever so briefly, comes to its senses.
âDarlinâ,â He says cautiously, âI know you didnât set that fire, but the boys down at the station are gonna be awful upset if I donât at least bring ya in for a bit âfore lettinâ ya go.â
âI understand.â
âJust turn on around so I can cuff ya.â
The cuffs snap into place and you begin to wonder if he really is as stupid as he looks.
âDo you really have to put those tight handcuffs on? Theyâre so cold ân they hurt real bad.â The plea is small but just enough to nudge his heart (and cock).
ââM sorry, darlinâ. I really am.â
A new plan hatches.
âLetâs get in the back of your cop car, officer. Iâm mighty cold just standinâ out here.â
And he just jumps at the idea.
âIf itâll make ya more comfortable darlinâ.â
He opens the door and helps you in, and you make sure to flash him your panties on the way. You take a minute to reassess the situation; now alone in his cruiser, helpless and tied up with a man of the law.
âNow that weâre in here, sugar, I thought Iâd ask you somethinâ.â He says solemnly.
Quickly turning to him, as if to appear innocent and naĂŻve, you respond, âYou can ask me anything you want, anything, anything.â
âDid you know your daddy was in that house when you struck that match?â
âLee, I told you, I didnât-â
âYou donât have to lie, darlinâ. I wonât tell nobody. Jusâ want the honest truth.â
A beat.
âItâs the whole reason I did it, Sheriff.â
He looks down at the floor and sits in silence for a great, long while.
âThatâs what I thought.â
Moving to break the tension, you speak again, âDo you have a girl? I don't see a ring on your fingerâŚâ
Lee thinks of his wife, Florence, at home. He thinks of his wedding ceremony. He thinks of the way he takes his ring off before every shift for this exact reason. He answers.
âNo. No, darlinâ, I donât.â He flashes a toothy, yet nervous smile once more.
âWell, that's interesting, have you ever thought of dating a singer?â Her lips curl into a smile as well, though perhaps not for the same reasons as his.
âWell, honey pie, if I wasn't before I certainly am now.â The eye contact remains unbreaking until you gesture with your head to the burning mess behind you.
âItâs kind of exciting, donât you think?â You say, eyes unblinking.
âThe fire?â
âThe risk.â
Then suddenly, heâs uncuffing me.
âLet me take those off, darlinâ. Tâainât no use for âem anyhow.â He says, and you know youâve won.
I'm in love, I'm in love, love in a hurricane
I'm in love, I'm in love, love in a hurricane
I've been bad, I've been wrong, playing a dangerous game
I'm in love, I'm in love, love in a hurricane
Hurricane, hurricane
âIs there anywhere I can take you?â
âWhy donât we just stay here?â
Your lips are on his now. You taste his tongue (cigarettes and hard candy) and he tastes yours (red wine and a hint of regret). You allow him dominance, and in turn feign submission, but remain in control.
âMmhâLee, I need you to touch me.â You beg. Heâs needy. Heâs hard. You can feel it. He obliges your request, gently pressing his fingers to the outside of your already wet panties.
âAhhâ please, more!â
Ever so slowly, he slides a finger inside of you and finds your swollen clit with his thumb.
âYeah, you like that, donât ya, honey? Sittinâ over there talkinâ a big game, then cominâ apart on my fingers.â
All you can do is nod and whimper as he adds another finger. His thumb presses down a little harder, and the pace of his fingers increases.
âGonna cum, dollie? Gonna cum for me? Settinâ fires just have the big bad sheriff clean up your damn mess. Tryinâ to fuck your way outta jail, dirty little slut. Well, look at ya now, canât even fuckinâ talk, cockdrunk off my damn fingers.â
And youâre just losing it.
âYou like beinâ talked to like that, darlinâ? Beinâ the sheriffâs personal whore?â
And thatâs enough to push you straight over the edge.
âWhat a Goddamn gorgeous mess you made, darlinâ.â He says, sucking your juices off of his fingers.
âLee?â You whimper out.
âHm? What is it?â
âI wonât tell if you donât.â
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