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lunarbuck · 2 years

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Layin' Down the Law

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x f!reader

WC: 4.7k

Summary: You’re never adventurous. Why not try something new at Lady Marmalade’s House of Tea and Jam?

Warnings: swearing, pet names [princess, angel, sweets], smut (p in v), oral (m and f receiving), s*x work, degradation/praise kink, dumbification, choking, handcuffs/restraint, overstimulation, spanking

A/N: Not only is this my first time writing for Lee but it’s also my first time writing about any sort of SW so please excuse any inaccuracies!! This was mega out of my comfort zone but i’m OBSESSED with how it turned out :))) please please please let me know what you think 💕

p.s. thank you to the lovely @purpleshallot and @mumbles411 for beta reading for me <3

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You sit at the bar, nervously stirring your cocktail. You breathe deeply through your nose, trying to calm yourself down. You’d made it this far; stepping into the house was the first step. Sitting at the bar was the second, and ordering a drink was the third. Step four is ordering one of the ‘services’ from the menu in front of you.

Various names and images are organized neatly on the menu. All of the men are very attractive, and their assorted talents make butterflies flit around your belly. You remind yourself why you’re here. Tonight is all about getting out of your comfort zone and trying new things.

You run your fingers along the text, searching for the perfect man. Your eyes fall upon one listed only as ‘The Sheriff.’ Even just from the photo, you can tell he is big and broad. His eyes are a beautiful blue, but there’s something darker there. There’s something in his gaze; you can’t seem to pull your eyes away from the photo. When you read his specialty, heat licks in your lower abdomen.

“See anything you like?” a woman asks from beside you. You quickly straighten up and stare at her. Your jaw falls open as you stare at the owner of this… establishment. You’re not too sure of the proper lingo.

“Oh, uh,” you stammer, trying to find your words. “Yes.” The woman, Lady Marmalade, smiles warmly at you and glances down at the menu in front of you.

“And which of my fine specimens has caught your eye?” she asks, running a long, perfectly manicured nail along the menu. You look back down at the photos and can’t help but be drawn to the Sheriff. Lady Marmalade must notice your fascination with the man because she lets out a contented sigh.

“He seems…” your voice fades out as you try to find the words to describe the man in the photo and the way he makes you feel even though you haven’t even met him.

“Would you like to meet him?” Your heartbeat thunders loudly in your ears, and you don’t realize you’re nodding until Lady Marmalade squeezes your shoulder and turns away. You quickly realize that she left with the intention of bringing the Sheriff over to you. After sitting in shock for a moment, you smooth out your shirt and skirt, trying to look a little more put together.

“Evenin’ darlin’,” a man drawls from behind you. You slowly turn on the barstool and come face to face with the man from the photograph. He leans against the bar, the fabric of his pressed Sheriff’s uniform pulling around his muscular arms and broad chest. His hat is tilted just enough to cast a shadow over half of his face. You suck in a breath and catch yourself staring into his bright blue eyes.

“Good evening,” you whisper back. The Sheriff grins, and his tongue flicks out to wet his bottom lip.

“My name is Lee, but I think you can guess what everyone calls me,” he says, an easy smile curving across his lips.

“They call you the Sheriff,” you laugh nervously and try not to stare at his mouth too much. “I’m not really sure how this works,” you admit. This just makes the man in front of you chuckle as he adjusts his belt. His tummy bulges over the band of his pants in a way that makes your mouth water.

“I can help you with that,” Lady Marmalade interjects, placing a gentle hand on Lee’s shoulder. She explains how payment works, the rules of the house, and makes sure you understand that your comfort is of the utmost importance. You nod along with her but find it hard to focus entirely on her words because of Lee’s heated stare.

Once everything is settled, the Sheriff reaches out and takes your hand in his, and leads you up the stairs to his room. Despite the dim lighting, you can see the dark wood of the furniture spread around the room. The large bed takes up quite some space, but still, there is a small sitting area in one corner, what looks like a desk in the other, and a few books stacked on a nightstand.

The Sheriff walks you to the sitting area and helps you into one of the plush leather chairs. He takes the seat across from you, and you wait quietly for his next move.

“So,” Lee begins, leaning back in his chair. His legs are spread, and his arms stretch out on the armrests. “What brought you in this evening?” You fiddle with the hem of your skirt for a moment as you formulate your answer.

“I’m trying to do something new,” you reply quietly, averting your eyes from Lee’s powerful gaze.

“You’ve never done something like this before?” he asks, tilting his head. You glance up at him while keeping your head down. Everything this man does is attractive; you can’t help but be drawn in.

“No,” you answer. One of Lee’s eyebrows ticks up.

“Well then, you should always have a safe word. Somethin’ you wouldn’t say normally. If you don’t like what I’m doin’ or just need to stop, you say red, and I stop. No questions, no judgment. That sound okay?”

“Yes,” you reply, sighing with a bit of relief. At least he knows what he’s doing.

“In this room, you will call me Sir or Sheriff. You got that?” His words are sharp but hold no malice. He speaks sweetly, understanding where your nerves are coming from.

“Yes, Sir,” you squeak, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter with the use of his title.

“Good girl,” he replies with a grin. Lee stands and rests his hands on his hips, staring down at you. “But seein’ you in this outfit makes me wonder if you really are such a good girl.” His voice turns raspy and deep; it sends vibrations through your chest.

You turn your attention to your skirt. You’ll admit it’s a little short, but you don’t think it’s too bad. It’s plaid, almost school-girl-looking. You’d chosen it because it’s comfortable, but now you can see why maybe it would send the wrong message.

“You don’t like it?” you ask in a small voice, fiddling with its hem. You hear the shuffle of fabric, and suddenly Lee’s large shadow looms over you. He has shrugged off his blue Sheriff’s jacket, leaving him only in a white button-down and his slacks. Lee runs his hand along his jaw, the scruff on his chin making the perfect scratching noise against his calloused hands.

“I love it, princess, but I can’t have you walkin’ around lookin’ like this. What would people think?” You shift nervously, rubbing your thighs together without thinking about it.

“I’m not sure, Sheriff,” you say quietly. Lee crouches down and catches your gaze, captivating you.

“They’d give that skirt one look and think you’re a whore,” he says, practically purring at you. Something in your belly twitches when the word ‘whore’ rolls off his tongue. You’ve never liked the sound of that word, but when he says it… it sounds incredible.

“A whore?” Your heart speeds up in your chest; you know you’re breathing heavily.

“A whore,” he confirms, reaching up to take his hat off. “You want everyone to think you’re a whore?” the Sheriff asks sincerely.

You shake your head. You don’t want people to think that, no.

Lee chuckles lightly and shakes his head. “But you are a whore, aren’t you, princess?” Your eyes go wide as you suck in a shaky breath.

“No, Sir,” you reply. You don’t think you’re a whore; in fact, most people would say you’re quite the opposite.

Lee just hums, seeming to think he didn’t need to respond. Instead, he stands and begins to unbuckle his belt. You can see he’s already hard; his erection is pressed against his waistband in a way that looks almost painful. From the outline of his dick in his pants, you can tell that he’s big, bigger than anything you’ve ever experienced.

Lee slides his belt out of the loops and drops it on the chair behind him. You watch, unable to pull your eyes away from the movement. He smiles and reaches out, running his hand down your jaw to grip your chin in a few of his fingers.

“But tonight, you’re my little whore, aren’t you?” he teases, pulling your bottom lip down with his thumb. You nod, hypnotized by the Sheriff’s deep blue eyes. “Yes, you are,” he breathes. Using his grip on your chin, Lee coaxes you up out of your chair to stand in front of him. He is a mountain of a man, and despite the height your shoes give you, you still have to crane your head to look at his face.

The Sheriff lets his fingers travel across your face, down your neck, and to your chest. His hands rest on your upper ribs, palms pressing ever so slightly against the edge of your breasts. Your breath hitches as you watch his grin spread, showing off the sharp edge of one of his canines.

His hands are heavy on you as they run along your body, but you welcome the pressure, his touch. Lee drinks you in, devouring every inch of you with a heated gaze. You do the same to him. The way his shirt stretches over his shoulders, his chest, his belly, it’s all so perfect. You find yourself wanting to lick every inch of him, to show him just how much you love his body, but for some reason, you can’t get yourself to reach out to him. His large hands cup your breasts from outside your shirt. You want to feel his skin against yours so badly.

Something takes over your mind, and before you can stop yourself, you sink to your knees in front of the Sheriff. You gaze up at him from your spot on the floor, and he smirks down at you, petting your hair and brushing it from your face.

“Whatcha doin’ down there?” He asks, cocking his head. You shift your gaze away from his eyes and to the bulge in his pants that is now in front of your face.

“Wanna make you feel good,” you whisper, barely able to hear your own words. You let your hands trail up his legs, and when you reach the button on his pants, you hear him suck in a breath. You flick open the button a moment later and drag down his zipper, revealing a pair of plaid boxers. You hook your fingers in the waistband of his pants and tug them down his legs before looking back up at Lee for his approval.

“You wanna make me feel good, angel?” The Sheriff pats your head again, pushing you slightly toward the tented fabric in front of you. “Then do it. Show me how much you want my cock. Suck my dick like the pretty little whore you are.” Wetness pools in your panties at his words.

Lee helps you remove his boxers, and the second they’re down past his ass, his cock is in your face. It’s big, just like the rest of him, and your mouth waters at the sight. Your eyes track his movement as he slides a condom over his length.

The Sheriff’s fingers tangle in your hair, lightly scratching your scalp as you lick up his shaft, base to tip. You take a moment to swirl your tongue along the tip of his cock as you mentally prepare yourself to take him into your throat. You’ve never seen a dick this big; you’re not sure what you’ve gotten yourself into now.

You sink your mouth down on his cock, taking him inch by inch, but you know the Sheriff wants you to go faster. His grip on your hair tightens as his restraint gets to its tipping point. You gag around his dick, and he snaps, pressing your head down further and further until your nose is nestled against the base of his dick. Your throat protests the intrusion, but you won’t lie; you love the way it feels to have him controlling your movements, to have his cock so far in your mouth.

After letting you adjust to his size for a moment, Lee starts to guide your head up and down, using you like a toy. He fucks your face, not caring about letting you breathe or the sound of you gagging.

“Your throat is so tight, princess. It’s squeezin’ me so hard. What a good little whore for me,” he grunts, holding you down at the base of his dick again. You moan around his cock and when you come up for air you try to speak, but he pushes your head back down. “Don’t talk with your mouth full. It’s rude.”

One of your hands grips the Sheriff’s thigh while your dominant hand drifts down to between your thighs, finding your clit. The second you make contact with your pussy you moan around his cock. Sucking him off has gotten you so worked up that you feel like you could come any minute.

Your fingers work your clit in tight circles, bringing you to your peak almost instantly, but Lee pulls away just as you’re about to fall over the edge. He steps back abruptly and crouches down, yanking your arm away from your pussy.

Lee chuckles as you take heaving breaths, rubbing your thighs together to get any friction back. He tuts at you and stands, tugging you along with him. He drags you to the bed and tosses you onto the mattress, causing you to bounce a few times.

From the feral look in his eyes, you know you’ve done something wrong. The Sheriff reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a pair of shiny, silver hand-cuffs.

“What’re those for,” you ask, licking your lips. Your hands grip the bedsheets, and your body hums with nerves. You know what he’s going to do, but you want to hear him say it first.

“Did I tell you you could touch yourself?” He asks, stalking toward you. He opens one of the cuffs and grabs your wrist, fastening the manacle tightly. The Sheriff does the same with your other wrist, connecting the cuffs, so your hands are stuck behind your back. The cuffs are almost too tight, and there is almost too much pressure on your shoulders, but you don’t care. It feels so good.

You’ve never lived out these fantasies before. You’ve only thought about them in the privacy of your home. No partner ever knew about the depth of your depravity, but having the Sheriff call you a whore, having him cuff you, it makes your head spin. It’s perfect.

“No, Sir,” you reply, trying to maintain eye contact with the intimidating man in front of you.

“So why the fuck were you touching that pretty pussy of yours?” He grips your chin between his fingers and tilts your head back, exposing your throat. Lee’s other hand circles around your throat, squeezing it just enough so you feel it, but he doesn’t choke you.

“I wanted to come,” you say weakly, watching the heat of lust grow in his eyes.

“What a greedy girl,” he says, bringing his face close to yours. The Sheriff uses his grip on your throat to push you back against the mattress. “Such a dumb fucking whore,” he teases, positioning you on the bed so you’re on your stomach and your ass is in the air.

You feel the mattress dip behind you. Lee kneels behind you and runs his large hands over the backs of your legs and your ass. “You wanna come, right?”

Even with your face pressed into the sheets, you moan loudly. “Yes, Sir.”

“That’s all you can think about, huh?” the Sheriff asks, flipping your skirt up to expose your panties and ass. “It’s the only thing your dumb whore brain can think of. Coming.” You whimper at his words, loving the way he speaks to you.

Your only response is to gasp, unable to formulate something to say.

“I don’t think you deserve to come,” he says, slapping your ass harshly. “You gotta earn that.” Lee shifts behind you, and a moment later, you feel the head of his cock press against the back of your thigh. You can’t help but wiggle your hips in anticipation of what is to come. He was so big in your mouth; you have no idea how you’ll take him in your pussy.

“Please,” you whimper, stretching out your fingers, hoping to grasp onto anything. The Sheriff spanks you again and positions his cock at your wet entrance.

“That’s right, sweets, beg for me to fuck you like the whore you are.” You feel yourself getting wetter at the thought, and you arch your back even more.

“Please, Sheriff, please fuck me. I need your cock so bad,” you moan wantonly.

“Good girl.” Lee presses into you and doesn’t bother to give you time to adjust to his size. His cock stretches you out so much that you swear he’s going to split you in half. Your breath hitches when you feel the press of his hips against your ass.

“Oh my god,” you shudder, feeling your pussy pulse around his thick cock. You can practically feel every ridge, every vein; you’re so sensitive. The Sheriff reaches down and presses his hand against the back of your neck, pushing you further into the mattress.

“Your pussy feels so good around my cock, princess. You’re taking me so well.” The hand that isn’t around your throat snakes down to circle your clit. The pressure is perfect, and you buck back against Lee’s hips.

He sets a brutal pace that takes your breath away and doesn’t give you a chance to think. His hips snap against your ass, pressing his cock so deep in you that you can feel him in your throat. Lee brings you right up to the edge, but he doesn’t let you cum. Every time you think he’s going to give it to you, he lets up on your clit.

“Sheriff, please, please,” you beg, sounding pathetic. The Sheriff bites out a laugh and takes his hand off your neck to spank you a few times.

“You don’t get to come until I say you do. I’m the law around here, princess. You do as I fuckin’ say.” You nod as best you can as he pulls out and switches where you’re positioned. Lee lifts your shoulders and sits against the headboard, legs out in front of him. “Come ride my cock,” he says sternly. You shuffle on your knees over to him, and he helps you position your knees on the outside of his lap.

The Sheriff holds his cock up for you as you sink down, inch by inch, until you’re fully seated on top of him. Your head tilts back as you moan, feeling him even deeper inside you than before. Lee leans his head back against the headboard, and his fingers flick open the buttons of your top, leaving it open to expose your bra.

You start to rock your hips as the Sheriff unfastens your bra, smiling at how it opens in the front as if you’d thought it all through earlier. Lee’s hands cup your tits, and his fingers pinch your nipples, sending shockwaves through you.

“Fuck,” you moan, grinding your clit against the base of his cock. Lee’s hands shift to grab your hips, lifting you and pushing you down over and over again on his dick. You love the way he uses you, the way he takes his pleasure from you.

“Show me how much you want my cock, angel. Show me what a fucking slut you are.” You take over the movements, rocking your hips and fucking the Sheriff. He lets his hands roam your body, groping and pinching at your sensitive spots while you bounce on his cock. “Tell me how much you love taking my cock,” he grunts, threading his hands through your hair.

“Mmh– I– fuck,” you babble, unable to come up with a coherent thought. The Sheriff smirks and laughs, low and deep.

“You’re so fuckin’ drunk on my cock that you can’t think, huh?” he taunts, putting on a patronizing voice. “Such a dumb little cockwhore.” Tears prick in the corners of your eyes; being on edge for so long is getting to be too much. You’re sensitive and so, so ready to come.

You open your mouth again and attempt to speak, but nothing comes out. You just pant, working his cock hard.

“So fuckin’ pretty like this, princess. I love watching my cock disappear in your perfect pussy. You’re being such a good whore for me.” You bite out a moan and pick up your pace, trying to prove that you’re worthy of coming.

“Sheriff,” you whimper, feeling yourself about to fall over the edge. “Please, please, please,” you chant, praying to Lee for your orgasm.

“You wanna come?” He asks, tugging your hair to tilt your head down close to his. A tear slips down your cheek, and you moan loudly as the Sheriff licks it up, trailing his tongue along your face. “You wanna come on my cock?”

“Please.” Your voice is hoarse and scratchy, but Lee hears. He flips you around, so you’re on your back, arms pressed almost painfully into the mattress. The pain seems to push you that much closer to the edge. He leaves one hand tangled in your hair, and the other reaches around your neck, choking you. You suck in breaths as he pounds into your pussy, the sounds of your arousal and his panting music to your ears.

“Come on, baby, come like the fucking whore you are.” Lee shakes you a bit, slamming you into the mattress, and the impact pushes you over the edge. You come on a scream, convulsing and shaking like a woman possessed.

“Oh my god,” you moan, wrapping your legs around the Sheriff’s torso. He fucks you through your orgasm to the point where you’re almost too sensitive to take him.

Your face twists up as you resist the urge to tell him to stop. Even though it’s a lot, it still feels so good.

“Good girl, sweets,” he whispers, not slowing down his thrusts. He removes his hand from your throat and brings it down to your clit, rubbing it in quick, tight circles. You moan loudly and bite your lip as Lee laughs at your sensitivity. “What, you can’t take it? I thought you were gonna be a good whore for me tonight.”

You shake your head; you’ll be good. “I can take it, Sir,” you croak, staring into his striking blue eyes.

“Then you can give me another one.” Lee changes up his pace, slowing down but pressing his cock further into your pussy to go even deeper as his fingers continue stroking your clit. Even though you just came, you’re right back on the edge, the band in your belly about to snap.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whisper, choking on your words. Lee’s body presses into you, lifting your legs up around his shoulders so his chest can rest on yours. He bends you in half, and it feels so fucking good.

“That’s it, come again like the fucking slut you are.” At his command, you explode, white heat shooting down your spine. Lee’s pace falters, and you know he’s also about to finish. You clamp down on his dick, squeezing him hard. He growls and bites your shoulder as he comes, moaning loudly into your ear.

After a moment, Lee sits up, but he doesn’t pull out. He runs his hands down your torso, gripping your tits and hips, leaving bruises for you to discover tomorrow. “You made a mess,” he says, eyes trailing down to where he’s still seated inside of you.

You pant, tongue wetting your bottom lip. Just from the look in his eyes, you know what he’s going to tell you.

“Clean it up.” Lee pulls out and stands near the edge of the bed. He grabs your hair and tugs you, so you’re kneeling on the floor in front of him. His cock drips with your combined arousal, and your mouth waters at the sight.

With your hands still cuffed, you have no assistance getting his dick into your mouth. You clumsily maneuver around his cock, bumping your face into the head a few times. The Sheriff just laughs and watches, holding your hair in his hands. When you finally latch onto his dick, you taste yourself on him and moan.

“You like that, huh? You like how your cum tastes on my cock?” You nod around his dick, licking the underside of him to clean him up. Despite just coming, he’s still semi-hard, and you love how he feels in your mouth.

You’ve never felt so used, but in this moment, you feel so so good. It’s like Lee can read your mind; he knows all of your dirtiest fantasies and makes them come true. You’re not sure how you’re going to go back to normal guys after this.

The Sheriff guides your head off of his cock and crouches down to be at eye-level with you. You stare into his deep blue eyes, which are nearly black at this point, but they still suck you in. His round face is tinged pink, and a bead of sweat drips from his brow. The way he looks at you is primal, like he wants you to hunt you down and break you.

You’d let him.

You feel a wave of pleasure run through you at the thought. Lee must notice because a grin creeps across his face. You watch as he stands and walks to the dresser, where he picks up a small silver key. The Sheriff steps behind you, uncuffing your hands. Your wrists are sore, but you don’t mind.

“You did such a good job, angel,” he says, helping you stand up. Your legs are wobbly, so he holds you against his side to support you. “Lemme show you how much I ‘preciate your hard work.” The Sheriff walks you over to the bed and helps you lay down on your back. Your arms reach out to your sides, feeling the soft fabric of the sheets below you. Your whole body is so sensitive. Your skin tingles from all the sensations.

Your legs hang off the side of the bed, and you watch as the Sheriff kneels down between your parted thighs, placing your legs over his shoulders. He is face to face to your pussy, breath fanning over the sensitive skin. You choke back a moan, unprepared for what is to come.

Lee presses sweet kisses to your inner thighs before letting his tongue wander to your clit. He groans against your pussy, sending vibrations through your whole body. You can’t hold back the moan that practically erupts from you this time.

“Oh my god,” you whine, legs wrapping around the Sheriff’s head. His strong hands grip the tops of your thighs, holding you in place while he licks and sucks your pussy.

“Taste so fuckin’ good,” he whispers, kissing your legs again. “Can’t ever get enough.” Lee’s talented tongue laps you up and brings you right to your peak. Goosebumps surface on your skin, and you shiver as he grips your thighs tighter.

“Please, Sheriff,” you beg wantonly, needing to come just one more time, though you doubt you’ll ever quench your newfound thirst for the incredible man on his knees in front of you.

“Come for me, angel, come on.” The Sheriff circles your clit with his tongue and sucks it between his teeth, grazing your sensitive spot ever so slightly. It sends you over the edge into the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had. Your vision goes white, and your whole body curls in on itself. Lee smiles against your pussy and sweetly kisses your clit.

“Holy fuck,” you whisper, catching your breath. The Sheriff situates himself on the bed and helps you sit between his legs. You curl against his broad shoulders, his belly providing the perfect cushion for you. He holds you close and rubs your back as you come down from the post-orgasm high you’d been floating in.

“How do you feel?” Lee asks, letting his fingers drift over your skin.

“Like I need to do this more often.”

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all’s well that ends well | lee bodecker.

PAIRING: lee bodecker x reader

WARNINGS: age gap (reader is younger than lee)

A/N: SURPRISE! i promised i’d end this work, here it is after 4 months.

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ONE YEAR LATER

The sun was high in the sky, golden light bathing God’s forbidden town as if it were recognised by anything if not for Hell itself. The summer had set itself with force, burning and reflecting off the grounds like the town itself was a reflection of the Devil’s own playground. Yet, for the first time in what felt like since birth, Lee could care less about the God forgotten town or how it looked. He could care less that the heat burned more than it warmed or that the town ran wild with outlaws. He was blissfully unaware of sin, choosing to care only for what Hell had offered him. Perhaps God had not forgotten about this town, perhaps he’d finally gotten a taste of sweetness in his life. Whatever the reason was for her existence in his life didn’t matter, she was in his life, she was part of his life, she was his life. That was enough for him to put up with the hot weather. It didn’t matter, it didn’t change a thing because for once he was happy.

The sun continued to shine bright in the sky as he drove downtown, Johnny Cash playing in the radio. Things had fallen into place, at least they’d fallen into place the best way they could and he was happy. If he were to be told years ago that he’d be married to someone he loved and who loved him back, he’d laugh in their faces. Yet, here he was now. Happily remarried, settled into a life he’d be happy to spend the rest of his days in. He pulled up to the diner, the sign bright and the inside even brighter as people spoke out and laughed about various subjects. Her father had been right, she could make this diner pretty; yet, despite all the alterations, it was if the old man still lingered around, happy to watch over his kid. Not only had she made it pretty, she’d expanded the whole thing, having a few one in neighbour towns and even a small version in New York and Lee couldn’t be more proud of his girl.

- Where’s my son? - he questioned one of the waitresses who pointed towards the back table where Dorothy was with his son.

For someone who’d hated him and by all means still didn’t particularly like him, she sure had taken up to his kid. Yet again, who wouldn’t fall in love with the cutest baby this town had ever seen? He took off his hat, making his way towards the table. He didn’t even need to announce his presence as once he was in sight of the table, his son yelled out dadda, extending his arms to be picked up.

- Hey there little man. - he picked him up, the one year old wrapping his arms around his dad. - Being bored by Dorothy?

- I’m surprised you’re here, Bodecker.

- It’s my wife’s birthday party. Of course I’m here.

- You don’t have the best track record, do you?

- She’s not gonna change her mind, Dorothy.

Lee rolled his eyes before looking down at his son. He never even thought about being a father yet here he was, a father and falling more in love with his wife every single day. It was bliss really - to be able to ignore all the evil in the world because of one single person. He made his way through the back of the diner and to her office, standing by the door to merely watch her. That woman had to get more beautiful with each passing second and he couldn’t help but get lost in merely looking at her. The way her hair was messily pushed away from her face and how she bite the inside of her cheek while on the phone with possibly another branch - which was surely to get hell from her if anything was wrong. Her wedding band shined around her finger against the phone as she mindlessly nodded until noticing them standing there. A smile stretched on her face as she put the phone down to rush to them.

- How are my boys doing? - she playfully pinched her son’s cheek before kissing his forehead. - Dorothy giving you a hard time?

- Maybe I just wanted to see my wife on the day of her birthday.

- Hm, sure. - she laughed it off, her hand resting on his shoulder as she stretched to kiss him. - Should I act surprised when I go into the dinner and suddenly there’s cakes and decorations?

- I don’t know what you’re talking. I saw no cake.

- Sure, I’ll put my best surprised face on.

- You could attempt to at least allow me to actually surprise you without snooping around everything.

- Can’t help it.

There was really no use attempting to surprise her; no matter how he hard he tried and he did try, he’d even leave the cake in the station’s fridge. He guessed she expected it at this point, happy in all the attention she got from him. At least she still managed to look surprised as she walked into the main room of the diner, everyone yelling surprised and holding balloons. She smiled as they led them to a table where the cake was. Lee couldn’t help but take a photographic photo of the moment, his wife holding their son as the whole room sang her Happy Birthday. She surely was loved, how could she not be? Yet, it was still breath taking to know that she loved him back.

She leaned down the cake to blow one candle, leaving the other one for Frankie to desperately try to put up at which everyone clapped once he did. Lee kissed the side of her head, mumbling “I love you” for just them two to know.

- Mumma! - Frankie pointed at the cake.

- I get it, I get it. - she laughed it off, slicing the cake too distracted to even hear the bell ring as the door opened.

Lee took his eyes off his family, redirecting his attention to the entry of the dinner. This had to be a joke. He tapped his wife on the hip, her eyes following his. She gave him an understanding look before handing him Frankie - the universal sign which meant she was gonna fix it and he had to settle down. Yet again, she still had to discover how to settle down an overprotective husband.

- What over daddy. - she kissed her son on the cheek.

She sighed, walking around the table and straightening the fabric of her dress. She knew at someone point he was gonna show up, she had hoped it would’ve been sooner than a year but late is better than never.

- Jamie. - she greeted her brother.

- Y/N. - he didn’t know what to say or what to do really. His sister had always been his youngest sister and perhaps he should’ve been on her side. Alas, things don’t always go as they should go. - Happy birthday.

- I’m surprised you remember. - she rose an eyebrow playfully, her eyes looking out the window to his car where his now wife was sat. - Is Vivian not coming in?

- We were just passing by to wish you happy birthday. I understand if you don’t want us here. - he looked over at Lee and the baby he was holding. - Is that your kid?

- Do you wanna met him?

- Will Bodecker let me meet him?

- I will put in a good word for you. - she smiled. - Go get Vivian. You’re always welcome here.

Her brother smiled shortly, a happiness of being here, being with his sister that he’d long wanted to have. Y/N, on the other hand, turned around to go settle down the brewing storm in her husband.

- What is he doing here?

- He is my brother. - she crossed her arms. - I thought you were found of surprises.

- When it comes to you, yes baby. Not your dead beat brother.

- He’s family and I want him to meet Frankie.

- There’s no saying no to you, is there?

- Not one chance. - she held his hand. - Not one chance.

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andydrysdalerogers · 3 years

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The Best Thing to Ever Happen

Pairings: Lee Bodecker x reader

Word Count: 2K+

Summary: Lee Bodecker only had one wish: to make his sunshine his.

Song: You’re Beautiful – James Blunt

Warnings: Smut, lost of virginity, attempted rape, death

YN YLN had to have been the sweetest girl in all of Knockemstiff. She was respectful, loved by the town but for some reason, no man had snatched her up. YN, to help her parents, decided to take a receptionist job. Working at the sheriff’s station as the receptionist was always hard. The deputies were rude most of the time making comments about you. The only respectable one was Sheriff Bodecker. He protected you since you were just a young woman, single and beautiful. You were like sunshine, warming his soul.

“Mornin’ Sheriff.”

“Mornin’ Sunshine. How’s your family?”

“They are fine. Thank you for askin’.”

“That’s good. Will you be needed a ride tonight?” Paul YLN was a protective father and refused to let his daughter walk home after work.

You smiled. “No Sheriff. Papa said he’d be by.”

“Good. Good. A young lady like yourself shouldn’t be going places on her own.”

“I know Sheriff. Papa said you are too good to me.”

“Well Sunshine, you’ll meet a fine young man one day and he’s gonna want a respectable lady by his side. I’m just making sure you get there.”

“I hope so. But guys my age are just immature jerks. Forgive my language.”

“And what you do you want?”

“Something more Sheriff.” You blushed when you looked up at him. Even if he was a little overweight Lee Bodecker was a handsome man. You loved looking into his eyes so blue that you thought you were looking at the sky before a storm.

At the end of the day you stood outside of the station waiting for your papa to pick you up. The Sheriff watched as you fiddled with your sweater looking down the road. You papa was late, and you weren’t sure what you were going to do.

“Sunshine, where’s your pa?”

You turned around to see the Sheriff standing on the porch. “I dunno. He probably forgot. I’ll just walk. It’s not that far.”

“No need Sunshine. I’ll take you.”

One of the deputies snickered. “Hey YN make sure you thank the sheriff the right way.”

“Jones, mind your manners now!” Lee hated how his deputies disrespected YN. She was beautiful and any man would be lucky to make her his wife. But she would never look at him. He carried a torch for YN, his sunshine and wished that you felt the same for him.

The ride to her house was quiet. You were trying not to blush, and he was trying to not show his attraction to you.

The sheriff walked you to your door since it was dark out. He noticed the door was off the hinges. “Sunshine, stay here,” he ordered. He withdrew his gun and checked the house. It was there he found your pa covered in blood your ma next to him. He checks the rest of the house and found nothing else. He went back to you. “Sunshine I’m sorry but…”

“No Sheriff please don’t say it. Lee please.”

“I’m sorry sweetheart. Someone broke in the house, and they killed your folks.”

He held you as you cried. He called his deputies to start investigating. He waited while you sat in the car.

“Sunshine, you can’t stay here while they investigate. You want to go to the motel?”

“No please I don’t want to be alone.”

“Ok sunshine, you can come with me.” Lee smiled. “I’ll take care of you, my Sunshine.”

The next few days were a blur. Lee helped YN with the funeral arrangements and dealing with the will. As their only daughter, they had left everything to you, the house and the little savings they had. You managed to pay off their debts, but you needed more to keep the house. You were deciding whether to have it as a boarding house or to sell it.

“Sheriff I just don’t know what to do. I’m scared to have strangers living with me there, being unmarried with strange men. But I can’t keep the house if I can’t make the payments.” You cried in Lee’s office. “No one will want an orphan with nothing to offer.”

“Oh sunshine, you are perfect. Any man would be lucky to have to you, house or no house. I mean I would court you if you wanted a man like me.”

You looked at the Sheriff, who was looking down. “Lee, it would be my pleasure to court with a man like you.” He raised his gazed to yours and you smiled a shy smile.

“You should open it as a boarding house, Sunshine. But you come stay with me. I’ll be respectful and keep you safe. I’ll drop you off here to take care of the breakfast and pick you up after dinner. I’ll be sorry to lose you at the station, but I know this is the best option for you.”

You considered Lee’s offer for a week. The town ladies didn’t hold back that Lee Bodecker was a scoundrel in the worst way and that a young lady such as yourself would be ruining themselves. But you didn’t care. Lee was the only one who cared about you from the beginning.

You opened the boarding house a month later, renting out rooms for a couple of dollars a night. You made a big breakfast and a simple dinner. But you always went home with Lee. He gave you a room on the other side of his house, respecting your privacy but making sure that you were comfortable. He escorted you to church before heading off to his patrols. All of the townspeople were shocked at the change in the sheriff. Some even started to think that maybe YN YLN was the best thing to happen to Sheriff Lee Bodecker.

One night, Lee waited for you outside the boarding house. He had some flowers for you. After 20 minutes, you still hadn’t appeared. Lee climbed out of his cruiser and approached. He heard you scream and he ran in. “Sunshine! Where are ya?!” He heard muffled sounds coming from pantry. There he found one of the boarders, pawing at you, while you kept swinging your arms, fighting him off. “You dirty bastard, get off her!” Lee roared.

He grabbed the scoundrel by the collar and pulled him out. He punched him square on the jaw dropping him to the floor. Lee turned around to see you with a red mark on your face, tears streaming down. “YN, are you alright? Did he touch ya?”

“No, Lee.” You shook your head as you tried to get up. Lee bent down to pick you up and took you to the sitting room. He called a deputy to collect the piece of trash that tried to touch you and he went to the kitchen for a damp rag. He kneeled in front of you and gently wiped your face.

“What happened sunshine?”

“I was just cooking dinner and I was running late. Only had one boarder tonight so I made something small. I promise Lee, I didn’t invite him to the kitchen.” You sobbed and another tear fell. “He said that he wanted all of my services and when I sent him away he smacked me. Then he pushed me into the pantry.”

“I’ll kill ‘em.” Lee went to stand.

“No! Lee, please don’t leave me.” You pleaded with him and pulled on his arm. The deputy arrived and took the scum to the jail. Lee locked up the house and guided you to the cruiser. You were quiet for the rest of the ride. Once home, you ran to your room and slammed the door.

Lee sighed, heartbroken for you. He made a sandwich and went to his room. As he turned out his light, a knock was on his door. “Come in.”

You stood there in your nightgown, your long YHC following down to the middle of your back. “Sunshine?”

You went to Lee’s bed and climbed into his lap. You rested your head on his chest. He kissed your temple. “I was so scared Lee.”

“I know baby. I’m so sorry I didn’t come in sooner.”

“I don’t think I want to keep the boarding house.”

“Oh baby. Don’t let one bad person ruin what you have built. You are the most talented, beautiful amazing woman in the world. And I’m so proud that you are so strong.”

You looked Lee in the eyes and even in the dark could see how much he loved you. You cupped his cheek and leaned in. You placed a chaste kiss on his pink lips. You pulled back. “I think im fallin’ for you Lee.”

Lee pulled you to him and pressed his lips to yours. You moan at the gentleness, allow him to explore your mouth. He pulls back and sees desire in your eyes. “Do you want this?”

“Take me Lee,” you moan.

Lee stands you up and peels the night gown over your head, leaving you in just your panties. “I knew you were perfect, sunshine.” Lee sits on the edge of the bed and pulls you to him with a giggle escaping your lips. He latches onto your nipple, listening to you moan. His hands land on your hip and start to pull down your panties. His fingers swipe in your folds as he continues to suck. “Yer soaked baby.”

“Lee, please,” you wailed.

He sinks one finger in, pumping slowly, enjoying your heat. As he feels you relax, he adds another, pumping harder. You throw your head back in pleasure, mewling at the sensation, your core building. “Cum for me, YN. I want to taste you.” His dirty words, sending you over the edge as you clench on his digits. He slowly pulled his fingers out and raised them to his mouth. “Delicious,” he smirked. He twirled you around and laid you on the bed. He removed his pajama pants leaving his undershirt and boxers. “Sunshine…”

“You are the most amazing man Lee. I love every inch of you.”

That was the confidence Lee needed. He took of his shirt and boxers and climbed on top of you. He lined himself with. “This might hurt sweetheart.” You nodded and he pushed in slowly. You gasped at the intrusion, the fullness, the slight pain. He started slowly, allowing you to get used to the sensation. When you body started to tighten, he moved faster.

“Lee,” your voice trembled.

“Its ok love. Let go.” He thrusted harder and you came hard. Still lost in the pulsing of your orgasm, Lee lifted your leg and dove deeper. You screamed at how deep he was, hitting the spot inside you that gave you insane pleasure.

“Fuck, LEE!” You screamed as your third orgasm of the night ripped through you.

“YN!” You felt himself empty into you. He hovered over you, taking in your blissed out expression. “I love you so much.”

As you faded to sleep, Lee knew, he could never let go now.

After six months, Lee proposes to YN. She accepted with an open heart. Lee was everything she ever wanted. Sure, he was older than her by more than 10 years, but he was kind, loving, respectful and she was sure that her papa would have loved to have him as a son in law.

They never did find out who had murdered your parents. It looked like a drifter, who her Ma had let in, had done it after asking for money. But YN resolved in her heart that she would only look forward with Lee by her side. She was sad they were gone but she had found happiness with Lee.

Their wedding was simple in the church where YN was baptized. The preacher was happy that the little girl had matured into a successful businesswoman and found a man who treated her like an equal. He blessed the union, they danced into the night with the town watching.

Lee made love to his wife, his sunshine, that night, slow and sweet. She was finally his and he couldn’t be happier. Her Pa wasn’t happy when Lee went to ask for permission to court his daughter. Said Lee’s reputation made it impossible for him to give his blessing. But Lee didn’t accept that and tried to reason with Paul YLN. It was just a shame that he had to kill her parents to get there.

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thecutestlittlebunbunfairy · 3 years

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Found Pussy

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Reader

Summary: Lee Bodecker finally gets to meet the new school teacher...in the most interesting of scenarios.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Dark Fic, Non-Con/DubCon, Talk of forced marriage, dirty talk, degradation, slight age gap (Reader is mid-20s)

Lee did the best he could to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Being the Sherriff really had some downsides, like covering for the beat cops who were supposed to do night patrol. But jerry just had a baby and Tyler was out with flu. His radio flashed 3:07. Only another hour left til he could go home and sleep like the dead. He drained his thermos of the last of his coffee and sighed. Maybe he could go find somewhere to shut his eyes just for an hour. He turned his patrol car. into one of the quieter neighborhoods and had to really make sure he was awake as he saw a woman walking down the sidewalk.

Okay… Lee thought to himself. Had one of the housewives taken one too many Xanax? He flashed his lights and pulled up to the side of the car. He opened his door just enough to see the woman was dressed in a pink terrycloth robe. It was just the beginning of fall, but there was still a chill in the air.

“Ma’am, are you alright?” he called and she got a few steps closer before she replied.

“Sherriff? Is that you?” the woman spoke and as he looked at her face, it clicked in his mind. It was Miss (Y/L/N), the new school teacher. He’d seen her at a few events for the library or the school, he’d seen her and his eyes had more than lingered, but he’d never had the chance to meet her. He heard all kinds of things about her, though. An angel, a gentle soul, but never a drunk.

“Miss (YLN)? he called.

You didn’t know what you were doing out. But you just had to look. You’d been surprised when you’d awoken to find your orange tabby Oliver missing, but when you’d gone down to the kitchen and found the window wide open, your heart shattered. You’d put your slippers on and had gone around the neighborhood calling out “Pstpstpst. Here kitty kitty.” But to no avail. You were starting to freeze when a flash of red and blue lights blinded your vision for a minute.

“Ma’am, are you alright?” a man’s voice called out. She took another step and when her eyes adjusted, she could see ti was Sheriff Lee Bodecker.

“Sherriff? Is that you?

“Miss (YLN)? He called and you hurried towards him.

“It’s a bit late to be out isn’t it? And cold. Why don’t you get in my car?” he offered, going around to open the passenger side door.

“Thank you sherriff.” You got in and he shut your door before going around to his side and getting in and immediately turning the heat up.

“What are you doing out so late, Miss (YLN)?”

“(YN), please. And. well, you see sherriff, it’s kinda silly. But uhm…” your eyes got a little teary. “I know it’s 3 am, but I woke up and my beloved kitty Oliver was gone. I accidentally left one of the windows open and now…” a few tears started to run down your cheeks. “Now I’ve been out looking for an hour at least and can’t find him anywhere.”

Lee was quiet for a few moments, and when you turned to look at him, his face was in his hands and he had a small smile.

“Tell me, darlin. Is your ‘beloved Oliver’ an orange cat with a small nib in his ear?’” he asked and your heart swell.

“Yes!! Why? Did you see him?” you asked, grabbing lee’s sleeve.

“He’s in my trunk.” Lee explained. And you were shocked, but followed lee out of the car.

“About an hour ago, when I was getting coffee and my ‘dinner’ for later, I picked him up outside the diner. No collar, so I was going to bring him to the shelter in the morning.” He opened the trunk and there, curled up asleep without a care in the world, was Oliver.

“Oh, my baby.” Lee handed him to you and you hugged the cat close. “Thank you so much sheriff!” You said, leaning up to hug him as well.

“All part of the job, how about I give the two of you a ride home?” he offered. And you nodded.

“That would be nice.”

The ride back home was quiet. You hadn’t met the sheriff yet. You were still considered “new” to town, but you’d heard one thing. He was the law. There was something about him, and his eyes. They scared you just a little bit. But it didn’t help how handsome he was. You didn’t care he was a little chubbier, specially round the middle. If anything, you knew he was a man who liked to eat, and you appreciated that. But you couldn’t shake the feleing of something darker just below the surface.

When he pulled up in front of your house, meagre on a teacher’s salary but you made it home, you were ready to let him go and return back to bed. But before you could get out, he asked

“Any chance I could trouble you for a cup of coffee?” You looked at him and you pursed your lips. Your gut screamed no, but he had just saved your baby…maybe he wasn’t so bad after all. You gave him a small smile.

“Sure, come on in.” you offered.

Once inside, you let Oliver down and he took off to most likely hide under your bed. Lee sat at the table.

“So you’ve been teaching a year now?” he asked

“Yes. I just got out of school a few years ago. Couldn’t find any good teaching jobs in the city. But it’s nice here. You have a good town sherrif.” You explained, setting a cup of coffee in front of him, but tea for yourself. Your nerves were still a little jumpy, but you wanted to be polite.

“You can just call me Lee, darling.” He reached for the sugar, dumping in 4 spoons.

“Boy, you sure like it sweet.” You murmured, but he smirked.

“What can I say baby? I like sweet things.” he replied, giving you a wink. You felt your face heat up at that. “Tell me, how come your boyfriend wasn’t helping you find Oliver?” he asked and you looked away.

“I don’t…have a boyfriend…never have actually…” You felt ashamed admitting it. Almost waiting for the sheriff to laugh at you. But when he didn’t, you looked and saw his eyes full of comfort

“Oh baby, you mean. Never ever?” he asked, sounding genuinely curious

“No, I mean…I was more into books in school, even college. Some of the other girls ended up leaving, but not me. I just… I wanted to do so well.” You admitted.

“Well, from what I hear, you’re an amazing teacher. And hey, I’m sure you’ll find a fella soon enough. A pretty little thing like you.” He said, he put his hand on your thigh and you squirmed just a little bit.

“I don’t know…more boys seem to be interested in looks than books.”

“Doesn’t matter. I think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” He said and his hand moved a little higher. High enough for you to really notice. You placed it over his to move it away.

“Sheriff, I…” but before you could say anything, he’d grabbed your hands and pulled you into his lap. One arm moved around your waist to hold you there.

“I told you…to call me Lee, babydoll. Didn’t I?” You were speechless. You didn’t want this, did you? Something in you certainly said you did. Lee gave a quick pinch to your side. “Didn’t I?” he said, his voice huskier.

“Y…yes…Lee. You did.” You squeaked out. And he smiled.

“Such a good girl. So, you mean to tell me, no man has ever held you like this,” the hand around your waist moved lower to cup your ass through your robe. “touched you…like this?”

“well….no…” you said and lee grinned like a kid on Christmas.

“What about you, baby. You ever touch yourself….” The hand that had been holding your wrist suddenly let you go. You felt like you should be fighting back but when his finger ran over your clit through your panties “…right here?” he whispered in your ear, placing a few kisses just behind it. The words caught in your throat and you shook your head, which seemed to astonish Lee even more.

“So, you mean to tell me, nobody has ever touched this perfect pretty pussy?” and you shook your head again as you squirmed on his lap. “I…I’ve read…lots about it…” you said, little moans falling from your lips. “But I was just too scared…” Lee let out a low grown, his pupils blown wide with lust.

“So wet already…soaking right through these little panties of yours.” He rubbed a little harder and you whimpered. “Tell me, babygirl. You scared of me?” You squeaked but nodded, not bothering to lie. eE chuckled.

“Good girl. But don’t worry. If you keep being a good girl, I’ll take good care of you.” His hand slipped under your panties and you felt him push two fingers in, while his thumb resumed the ministrations on your clit.

“Fuck babydoll…so fucking wet…you needed me. No boy would’ve been able to take care of you.” You moaned as you writhed on his lap. You’d given yourself amazing pleasure…but Lee was playing your body like an instrument. You felt your climax building

“Lee…” you moaned “…feeling so good…”

“Yeah? Feels so good? Like you’re gunna cum?” His words made you embarrassed, but his touch made you feel alive. Just as you started to move your hips to meet his fingers, he pulled

“Oh no you’re not.” He growled and swiftly removed his fingers, making you whine. “If you’re cumming tonight baby, it’s with my cock deep inside you.” You whimpered at his harsh words. He gave you a hard smack to your ass making you jump up. When you stood up, you saw the very obvious bulge in his trousers and he must’ve been able to sense your fear.

“Don’t worry, baby…I’ll take it nice and slow with you…” He grabbed you around the waist and flung you over his shoulder, which only reminded you how strong he was. It took him a few minutes to find your bedroom, but when he did, he dropped you not so gently and you tried to scramble away from him, but he grabbed your ankle and pulled you back towards him. He leered down at you, staring at you like a predator hunting his prey. He pulled your robe off, revealing your pink nightgown, which only seemed to arouse him more.

“Such an innocent little thing. Heck, even got these cute little bunny slippers.” He grabbed at your slippers and pulled them off before placing little kisses on your ankles. You wanted to struggle, you wanted to fight. But your mind was at war with your body. He scared her so, but the way he was making her body sing was something she couldn’t escape. He kissed all over her thighs as he wedged her legs apart with his broad shoulders. He pulled your panties off and tossed them aside, letting out a heavy breath as he came face to face with your pussy.

“I don’t have enough time to make a proper meal of you right now, babydoll. But soon enough, I’m gunna have you riding my face over and over again.” You clenched your thighs at his words. He said such filthy things, but it just made you ache more. He placed a few kisses to your clit before licking a long stripe. You let out a low moan as pleasure washed over you. He looked up from between your legs and smiled.

“You like that baby? Be my good girl and you’ll get that lots. You got the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.” He sat up and undid his pants, pulling his cock out and stroking it a few times. Your eyes widened; you didn’t think he could possibly fit. “I told you baby, nice and slow.” He climbed on top of you and his heavier weight was almost comforting in a way. You wrapped your arms around him, holding tightly.

“Please…” you begged.

“What do you want baby, tell me.” He purred, but you honestly didn’t know how to respond. You weren’t sure you wanted him to continue, but the thought of him stopping terrified you even more.

“I want you…” you croaked.

“You got me baby.” He rubbed the head of his cock against your pussy before slowly pushing in. You cried out a little at the feeling. But true to his word, he moved slowly; letting you feel every inch of him.

“Fuck, your pussy is so good…so wet for me…” he groaned as he gave a sudden jerk of his hips, nearly sheathing himself inside of you. Your back arched as you cried out but the sound was lost as he kissed you deeply, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth.

“So sweet…” his thrusts picked up speed and you pressed on his shoulders.

“Lee….” You whined but he just shushed you.

“Just take it all, take it for me baby. Gunna take such good care of you…make you my pretty little wife…” he grunted and his words set off an alarm in your mind but you couldn’t fully process them as he moved one hand down to rub your clit.

“So pretty…wanna see how pretty you are when you cum with my name on your lips…” he picked up speed and force and you were getting closer and closer. “You wanna cum baby? Better ask me first.” Every sensation you felt was new, building pleasure upon pleasure.

“Lee…please…please can I cum?” you choked out and he fucked you roughly as he growled out

“Cum.” And that was enough to send you hurtling over the edge of pleasure as you came hard, call out his name. Lee himself kept fucking you through your orgasm until he stilled above you and you could feel him cumming inside you.

The two of you lay there, breathing heavily as you clutched to him. But his words came back around to you.

“Lee…what did you say earlier…about being your wife…?” you asked so quietly you weren’t even sure he’d heard you. But he sat up and looked at you, placing a chaste kiss to your lips instead of answering.

“Don’t you worry, darling. I’ll get it all sorted out.” He said, leaving you even more confused. He pulled his cock out of you and you could feel his cum running down your thighs.

“Such a messy baby.” He grinned and kissed you again. He picked your panties up and stuffed them into his front jacket pocket before doing up his pants.

“Lee, please?” you asked again but this time, your response was an angry glare.

“Now listen to me. You need a good man to take care of you, and I need a pretty woman to keep me company. I am the law around here and I can make your life here a living hell.” He threatened, but when he saw your frightened doe eyes, his voice softened. “Trust me honey, I’ll be good for you. As long as you be my good little girl.” You were terrified, but before you could think of anything else to say, you let out a loud long yawn. Lee came closer to the bed and got you settled, even tucking you in.

The last thing you heard him say “Get some rest baby. I’ll come by to see you later.” You felt him place a kiss to your temple and Oliver curled up by your side before sleep over took you.

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