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Oh Sheriff - Part II

Lee Bodecker x black!female reader

Warnings: 18+ only!!! Contains: smut, racism, reverse racism (?), disapproving parents, wedding, pregnancy, toddler, office sex, semi public sex, daddy kink, I hope that’s it

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“Here you go. ‘Dinosaurs and mammals of the Jurassic Period’,” you recite as you hand the book to the little girl eager to learn more about the newest school subject. You can’t help but smile as she rushes off to a table by the window.

“Ma’am, I’m afraid I’ve lost my book,” a familiar voice drawls from behind you.

“Well, sheriff, the penalty is a $2 fine,” you smile, tucking away a couple books from the go back rack. You know good and well he hasn’t checked out a book since he was a boy.

“Is there any other way to pay that back?” Lee asks wrapping his strong arms around your waist from behind. You giggle as his nose brushes against your ear only for him to whisper, “Maybe I can eat you out for a couple of hours. Would that make me even?”

“Lee,” you hiss unable to keep the smile off your face while you try to be upset with him. He’s in his full uniform, taking a break from running calls to harass his favorite librarian.

“Three hours?” He smirks before pulling your skirt up just a fraction of an inch. It was quiet in library. A majority of the kids had gone home. The girl you just found the book for was there with her mother while she used the newspapers to go through the wanted ads. And a group of teenagers were still upstairs studying but that was all.

Leaving you and your sheriff relatively alone among the book laden shelves.

His hand roams up your blouse to cup your breast, pinching the nipple to an erect point through your clothes before gathering a little more of your skirt.

“Four hours and that’s my final offer,” Lee whispers as you suppress a moan. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he chuckles and his hand has finally cleared your skirt so a roaming finger can trace your slit. “Missed you today, caramel.” He presses a kiss to your temple then just behind your ear then your jaw, all the spots that make you squirm in his grip.

“You miss me everyday, Lee,” you breathe trying to keep your voice down.

He hums in you ear sending vibrations through your entire body. “Today in particular.” His fingers curl around your underwear and feel the slick gathering in your folds. “Johnson’s planing on proposing to his girl and they’ve been together for a shorter time than us,” he laments as he flicks your clit.

“Wh-what’s stopping you from asking me then?”you ask as Lee presses into your core and curls his fingers into that spot leaving you limp in his arms. He clamps the hand that was fondling your breast around your mouth just in time to catch your moan. “Gotta meet the man you called ‘daddy’ before you met me.” He continues to finger you relentlessly while blocking your moans. He tucks a second finger into you and you feel like you’re about to explode. “Can you set up a meeting for us? Dinner are my place, maybe? God, you know I love to see you looking domestic in my kitchen.” He removes his hand long enough for you to moan out ‘yes, Lee’ a little too loudly. “That feels so good you can’t even contain yourself,” he smiles as you pant against his hand trying to catch your breath but he’s doing things to you that make you feel like you might break. Oh god you’re close! Every limb feels sensitive as you grip Lee’s forearm that’s clamped over your mouth. Your hips thrust against his hand chasing your high begging him in your mind to get you there and soon. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me, caramel,” Lee hisses just for him to reach his thumb out and rub another circle into your sensitive bud. You let out a muffled cry as your core finally bursts.

You collapses against the man behind you and he catches you against his chest. “Good girl. So good for me,” he praises while kissing your temple. He pulls his fingers from you and presses them to your now uncovered lips. You suck them off, tasting yourself with a soft groan of satisfaction. He finally spins you in his grasp to kiss you fiercely while you recover from your high. “You’ll call your folks? Tonight?”

You nod numbly, curling into his chest for comfort.

“You want me to come over tonight?” You nod again. “My fingers weren’t enough for you?” You smile.

“They were plenty but I want you.” You hum and press another kiss to his lips.

“I gotta get back to work.” You shake your head ‘no’ making him smile. “You’re gonna make such a pretty little wife. Can’t wait to come home to you every night.” You giggle and kiss him one last time.

“Love you,” you whisper.

“Love you more,” Lee mutters against your lips before pulling away. “Walk me out?” You nod and take his hand. It all became easier once you stopped worrying about how the general population looked upon your relationship. Johnathan’s girl, Nichelle, moved into an apartment in the city center bringing the colored population up to a rousing two. And now it seemed like she was going to be here to stay. You knew she’d say yes. Those two were so cute together. He’d bring her to the station and let her work the radio or take her out in his cruiser when he was on patrol.

You looked to the new couple for validation. Johnathan was just a regular street deputy so he didn’t have to worry about the town’s idea of his relationship. You wished it was that easy.

Must be nice to not have the local population in all of your business.

And you still hadn’t told your family.

They knew you were with someone and it was pretty serious but they didn’t know he was much older than you, or that he was the sheriff, or that he’d been divorced.

And they definitely didn’t know he was white.

You don’t know what they’ll think! It’s never been an issue. You grandma married a man fifteen years her senior and they were happy for years until he passed away. Your cousin was a police officer in Chicago. Your aunt and uncle got divorced but still raised their kids together.

But no one had ever brought home a white person…

You groan internally and try to envision how this conversation will go. ‘I want you to meet my boyfriend. He’s the sheriff and only a couple of years younger than dad. Also he’s white.’

Ugh! You don’t have the energy for this! You find a coloring book of dinosaurs and photocopy a few pages for the little girl currently making roaring noises to her stuffed bear and hand them to her with a box of crayons.

“Oh, thank you!” She cries getting her mom’s attention.

“You’re a life saver,” the woman sighs watching her daughter for a moment. “You know, the sheriff never had kids with his old wife.”

“Yeah?” You whisper knowing full well that she wouldn’t put out enough to make a baby in the first place.

“Her class is always so excited for library day. You do wonders with these kids. You’ll make a good mom.”

“Thank you,” you smile.

“And you seem to make him pretty happy. I’ve never seen a man so eager get his girl off with nothing in return.” Your face heats. Oh lord, she saw? She heard? “Don’t worry. It’s our secret.”

“Thank you,” you repeat. “I’ll let you get back to it,” you smile and retreat to the comfort of your desk.

And the prospect of a looming conversation.

You return home to find Lee parked in your driveway, still in uniform, waiting for you with a paper bag on his trunk.

“I brought dinner,” he mumbles around his cigarette.

“You didn’t have to,” you smile and press a kiss to his lips.

“Yeah, well, I wanted to talk.”

“So talk,” you sigh unlocking the front door to be greeted by your cat. You bend down to pick him up while slipping off your shoes and Lee follows suit.

“I feel like I’m putting a lot on you. To tell your parents. To get married. I haven’t really asked how you feel.”

The statement takes you by surprise as he makes his way to the kitchen.

“Do you think I want something else? Someone else?” You ask placing the cat at your feet to follow your boyfriend.

“Well, shit. It’s not all that….maybe it is all that. I just want to be sure you want this. You want me.”

“Lee,” you smile up at him, wrapping your arms around his waist comfortably. “I want you. You’re the first man I’ve ever wanted. I’m just a little scared to tell my folks about you.”

“You embarrassed?”

“What do I have to be embarrassed about?” You giggle. “You’re perfect. The perfect gentleman and, god, you can destroy me anytime you want,” you moan making him chuckle. “I’m not embarrassed. Just…worried.”

“I want to be here for you,” Lee sighs, his hands tracing your hips. “No matter what happens, I love you. I’m here for you.” You nod and immediately go to your phone on the wall. Lee wraps his arms around your waist while it rings in your ear. You take a settling breath while he curls himself over you. “My good girl,” he whispers just as the ringing stops.

“Hello?”

“Ma!” You smile recognizing the voice.

“Hi, sweetheart! How’s it going out there?”

“I’m fine but, um, I wanted to ask you guys to come visit. Is pa there?”

“Yeah. Pa! Your baby girl is on the phone! He’s coming. Is this about that boy you’re seeing?”

You worry your bottom lip. “Yeah, kinda,” you trail.

“Hey, baby girl,” your dad greets taking the phone from your mom.

“Hey, pa, um, so I was wondering if you and ma would make a trip up here when you have some time.”

“Of course, of course. Is there a problem?”

“No, I just want you to meet someone.”

“It’s that boy she’s talking to,” you hear your mom in the background.

“You want us to meet your little boyfriend?” You look up at the ‘little boyfriend’ in question and smile.

“Yeah,” you whisper. “I want you to meet him. We were talking and he said he’ll host dinner at his place.”

“Well ain’t that sweet? Our little girl is finally settling down,” your dad notes making your face heat. “How’s this weekend?”

You glance back up at Lee and he nods an affirmative. “This weekend’s perfect,” you smile. “The boys coming too?”

“Maybe James but I don’t know about those other two,” your mom says taking over the conversation.

“I just want to know how much to cook for.”

“We’ll get back to you before Friday,” your mom assures you.

“Alright. Thank you. I love you all.”

“We love you, too, baby,” you mom replies.

“We love you, sweetheart,” you dad calls. You say your goodbyes and hang up the phone.

“Was that so hard?” Lee purrs pulling you a little closer. You level a look at him knowing the hard part had yet to come. “Oh don’t give me that face,” he smirks and pulls you into a kiss. “We’re gonna eat then we’re going to fuck and I’m going to take your mind completely off of this.” You lift a skeptical brow at him. “You know I’m good for it.” It was true. He was good at fucking your troubles away.

“I should’ve just told them over the phone,” you muse.

“Call ‘em back then,” Lee sighs and walks over to the table knowing you won’t do it and earning a glare from you. He holds out his hand for you and you instantly go to him. “You won’t do it because you know everything will be fine. Now sit down so we can eat then I can have my dessert.” You suppress a smile before taking the spot across from him.

He stays true to his word and you forget all about it. Until Saturday morning. Until your nerves made you throw up your breakfast. Until you show up at his house with a bag of groceries.

“Caramel, you look like you’re about to have a conniption,” Lee greets taking the bag from you.

“I think I am,” you sigh, stepping out of your heels. “Lee, I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Too late. Your parents have probably already packed up the car. Can’t call it off now.” You groan and drop your face into his chest. He was right. Plus you wanted to be his wife. You wanted to be his.

He’s traditional. He wants to respect you and your family. He wants to do this right.

“Come on. I’m going to finish getting the house cleaned up then I’ll come help you.” You nod and make yourself comfortable in the kitchen. It’s easy. Over the couple of months you’ve spent dating, you’d made several meals in this kitchen. Brought over your own supplies and seasonings. It didn’t get much use since Lee’s ex left so it’s yours to do with how you wished. You sigh as you can’t help but think you’d soon start making every meal in this kitchen. You imagine your kitten chasing his toys across the tile while a baby bangs on a pot at your feet.

All you had to do was introduce him to your family first.

You tuck a chicken into the oven just as Lee steps into your borrowed domain.

“How’s it going in here?” He questions wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and nuzzling his face in your neck.

You giggle at his stubble tickling your skin. “Just about to start dessert.”

“Mmmm I know all about that one,” Lee hums into your skin before kissing your neck.

“Do you?” You smile.

“Don’t ask me shit about making a roast or a casserole, but dessert is my specialty. And I’ve got the best ingredient right here.”

“Lee,” you giggle knowing exactly what he’s up to. “I have to finish this.”

“Just a taste, caramel? To hold me over til dinner?” His hands roam up your skirt and press your panties down your hips. You let out a soft whimper as his kisses along your neck get rougher.

“Lee,” you whine. “Help me with this and I’ll be done faster,” you insist.

“Fine,” he groans. “But I’m keeping these.” He bends down to take your panties from around your ankles and twirls them around his finger.

“You’re terrible,” you giggle.

“Your panties say otherwise,” he smirks showing off the trail of slick you left in the crotch of your underwear before tucking them in his pocket. You feel your face heat and you instead focus on your cake. Lee helps measure and stir and soon it’s in the oven next to your chicken.

The second you stand up from placing the pan in the oven, Lee lifts you into his arms sending you into a fit of laughter. “We have some unfinished business to attend to,” he smiles spanking you and placing you on the kitchen counter.

His lips trace the column of your throat. “You brought an extra dress, didn’t you?”

“Yes, sheriff,” you sigh when he grips your thighs.

“Good. This one’s gonna get wrinkled.” He pushes you back across the counter, lifting your legs to have better access to your dripping pussy. His tongue wiggles it’s way between your folds leaving you gasping. You fall back on your elbows and let him eat his fill. He’s so good with that tongue.

The noises he causes you to make should be criminal but he was the law around here. He would know. You bite your lip to stifle a heavy moan but you feel the bite of his hand into your thigh that makes you gasp. “Told you I wanna hear all of it,” Lee grunts into your mound.

“Y-yes, sheriff,” you whimper.

“Good girl.” He presses kisses from your mound to your belly, letting his fingers take his tongue’s place. “So good for me. You wanna let me in, sweet girl?”

You nod widening your legs a little more to allow for his girth. “Want you screaming for me first,” Lee sighs and unbuttons the front of your dress with one hand, exposing your cleavage. You’re too distracted by his wondering hand to notice what he’s doing inside you.

“Eeeh! Lee!” You cry as her works the pads of his fingers against that spot.

“That’s it,” he smirks before pressing a kiss between your breasts. You whimper a string of pleas as he works your insides. He knows your body so well. He found spots in you that you didn’t even know existed and here he was playing you like his favorite instrument.

“MmmmmgnhLee! Lee-ahh! I’m gonna! I’m!” You feel the dam inside you break as you let loose a high pitched scream. “I-I-ahhh!” You pant as he continues to stimulate you through your orgasm. “P-please! Pleaeeee!” You feel something shoot from you that your can’t control.

“I knew you had it in you, caramel,” Lee chuckles and finally removes his fingers slowly but you still feel raw.

“Wha-what did you do?” You gasp pressing yourself up to see your boyfriend.

He shows you his soaked hand before licking a strip from the base of his index and middle finger to their tips. “Made you squirt, my little caramel delight.”

“That came from me?” You cry in embarrassment.

“Sure did. And it’s fucking delicious.” Your face heats as you attempt to shy away but Lee captures your lips in a kiss, undoing his belt buckle and sliding his pants down in a matter of seconds. His penis slips into you so easily that you whine against his lips but he just shushes you.

“Fuck, you feel so good. Gonna fill you up with me, sweet girl. Can’t wait until you’re big and round with my baby.”

“Lee,” you whine at his filthy words. He normally wears condoms but they’ve become so optional lately. Not by choice but you two keep getting caught up in the moment. But once or twice won’t hurt, right?

At least that’s what you told yourself.

“Tell me you don’t want me to knock you up and I’ll stop right now,” he grunts into the bend of your neck.

But you can’t deny him. “Fuck, I want your baby!” You scream.

“That’s what I thought. Gripping the shit out of me. Your body definitely wants my baby!” You whimper at his words and cling to his shoulders desperately on the verge of another orgasm.

“Please, Lee! Please, please, please! Give it to me! Claim me!”

“Whatever you want, caramel,” Lee groans as his thrusts become faster and more erratic. You let loose another high pitched scream as you come around him just in time for his seed to pump into your core. “Fuck,” Lee moans and presses a kiss to your forehead. “You okay?” You nod letting out a shaky exhale. “Want me to pull out?” You shake your head adamantly tugging him closer to you. Lee only lets out a soft laugh and pulls you into his arms. “Let’s go lay down for a minute.” You nod again and let him carry you to the couch.

You jump awake from Lee’s embrace at the sound of buzzing from the kitchen. He still slept soundly under you. He looks so comfortable. You just want to curl back into him but you knew the buzzing would soon wake him up, too. You go to the kitchen to remove your items from the oven and finish up the rest of your meal. You finish mashing potatoes and make sure they’re well seasoned and buttered before waking up your man.

“Lee, honey?” You call over the couch before you go to make room to sit on it’s edge. “Lee?” He lets out a sputtered snore before stretching. “Hey,” you smile, “It’s time to wake up.”

“Anything you want, sweetness,” he yawns. You could just kiss him.

“We need to go change,” you rationalize instead, taking in the state of both your clothes.

“Alright,” he groans. You take his hand and lead him upstairs to his room then attempt to keep your hands to yourself as you change into a new pair of underwear and dress.

“I got you something I was hoping you’d wear tonight,” Lee announces as you attempt to zip yourself up. He stops you and pulls the zipper up your back before draping something around your neck. You touch what feels like jewelry before he releases you to look at it in the mirror. A stunning silver tennis necklace rest around your collar and you almost cry.

“Oh, Lee! It’s beautiful!” You finger the piece for a second before rushing him into a hug. “I love it! You didn’t have to,” you whisper.

“Just something to show your folks I’m serious about you.” And like clockwork you hear a car pull up to the house outside. You stiffen in his arms and he pats your head in return. “Don’t clam up on me now. Moment of truth.” He peeks out the window to see your brother’s Ford. “Looks like your bothers came,” he trails as you rush to make sure your hair and makeup don’t look like all the events of this morning transpired.

“I’d say they’ll try to give you the third degree but I doubt they’ll get passed the front door without cracking.”

“You look beautiful,” Lee insists tugging you to the door. “Come on.”

You follow him downstairs and he opens the door before there’s even a knock to reveal your two brothers.

They look absolutely shocked staring at Lee. A minute of silence passes between the three of them and you can’t help but stand by and watch it play out. “I’m sorry, sir. We’re trying to meet our sister. You wouldn’t happen to know where 1750 Meadowland Ln is?”

Lee smirks in amusement. “You’ve got the right place. This the sister you’re looking for?” He steps aside revealing you and they instantly light up but you can see the gears working in their heads as soon as they register what’s going on.

“He’s white?” John barks at you.

“Told you,” you smirk at Lee. “James. John. This is Lee,” you introduce the men stiffly.

Lee holds out a hand. “Nice to finally meet you. Your sister talks mighty highly of you two.”

“We’ve heard quite a bit about you, too, sir. Not enough, obviously,” James says pointedly at you, always the more mature one of the two, while shaking Lee’s hand.

“Ma and pa are gonna kill you,” John snickers.

You swat his arm and usher them inside. “Take off your shoes. Lee just vacuumed. Where are they anyway? I told them not to bring anything.”

“You know your parents,” John sighs bending down to undo his shoes. “Ma brought biscuits and gravy and pa’s giving your car a check up.”

Lee just laughs and slips on some loafers before tugging you outside.

“Pa, what are you doing?” You laugh seeing your dad waist deep in your car’s hood.

“You getting an oil change every three months like I told you?”

“Changed it myself two weeks ago,” Lee pipes up. Your mother notices him first and almost drops the casserole dish she’s holding as she stares at the man who’s hands are gripping your shoulders.

“This engine block looks spotless,” comes your father’s muffled reply.

“Pa,” you mother pats his back trying to get his attention. She repeats herself. “You should really get out of that car and say ‘hi’ to your daughter.” You father finally dislodges himself for the vehicle, “What could possibly be so important-“ His gaze meets yours, then Lee’s then back to you. A forced smile covers his features before stepping up to the two of you. “You must be Lee. Nice to meet you, son.”

“The pleasure is all mine.”

You escape Lee’s grip to take the dish from your mother. “A little warning would’ve been nice,” she mutters to you before pressing a kiss to your cheek. You cringe at the statement but take the dish anyway.

She rushes over to greet Lee with a hug. “I’m so excited to finally meet you! It’s nice to put a face to a name.”

Lee tucks her arm in his and leads her to the house leaving you to walk with your father. He gives you an odd look, one that tells you you’re going to have a serious talk later but you just smile up at him. “I’m so happy you’re here. I missed y’all.”

“Missed you, too, sweetpea.” He presses a kiss to your temple.

“How hard did you have to fight to get Johnny here?”

Your dad snorts out a laugh. “John was more curious than anything. Jacob wanted to be here but he’s got a new round of recruits to destroy.” You smirk at your brother’s abuse of authority after his promotion in the army. He spent his whole life as your eldest brother ordering the three of you around and found his perfect fit as a staff sergeant. You doubt he’ll bother to promote.

“Oh, Lee, your home is beautiful,” your mother smiles looking around.

“Why, thank you, ma’am. Let me give you a tour.”

“Call me Jess,” your mom insists calling your father to follow them to the yard. “A pool?” You hear her exclaim making you smile. Your brothers on the other hand follow you to the kitchen.

“I knew this neighborhood was too white,” James grins inspecting your chicken leaving you to slap his hand away after you place your mother’s dish in the oven to reheat it.

“All the neighborhoods are white in Meade,” you sigh handing them each a stack of plates and silverware and showing them to the dinning room.

“But this one is…,” John trails looking out the window to see the neighbors across the street peaking out their window.

“We aren’t in Tennessee. Let’s just say that,” James sighs.

“Well, you’re safe here,” you smile.

“Why? What’s he do?”

“He’s the sheriff.”

“He’s a cop, too?” James gasps. “There’s no way his boss is gonna let you marry him.”

“He’s not a cop,” you correct. “He’s the sheriff.”

“How the fuck did you get in bed with the sheriff?” John hisses.

“Well, being the only black person in Knockemstiff, I got the cops called on me quite a bit. That’s how we met.”

“That’s insane,” John breathes. “He got some kind of thing for black girls?”

“No,” you giggle. “He’s sweet, if not a little rough around the edges.”

James glares at you for a moment. “You got some kind of thing for white men?”

Your face heats at the accusation. “No,” you laugh, brushing him off.

“Mmmhmm,” James gives you a drawn out hum.

“You know our sister. She’s always wanted a white knight,” John smirks. “She reads too many fantasy books.”

“For all we know, his grandpa could’ve owned our grandpa.” You frown at James’ words but just focus on the table, straightening the silverware your brothers put down.

“What’s got y’all so quiet in here?” Lee asks, wrapping his arms around your waist as the three older people enter the dinning room.

“Nothing,” you squeak. “Y’all hungry?” Lee hums an affirmative in your ear before pressing a kiss to your neck. “Ma, can you help me with the chicken?”

“Of course, sweetpea.” Your mom follows you to the kitchen. “Lee seems nice,” she reveals once you’re alone. She slices up your chicken with the precision of a professional while you place everything in a matching set of bowls you found in the back of Lee’s cupboards.

“He is nice,” you agree.

“Bit old.” You shrug at the comment that you’ve heard a million times. “He’s been married before?” You nod. “What happened to his last wife?”

“Unreconcilable differences. On her part.”

“Your pa isn’t happy about this one bit,” she informs you.

Your already fried nerves sizzle just a little more at the information. “Please talk to him,” you whisper.

“What makes you think I’ll do that?” Your mother scoffs incredulously.

“I love him.”

“Love does not excuse hundreds of years of history,” she frowns. “He seems to love you, too. It’s all so bizarre, you have to understand that, sweetheart. A white man and a black woman just doesn’t make sense. Now, you are a smart, beautiful girl, you can find someone within your own class.”

You hold back tears at her words, your nose runs, betraying you, forcing you to sniffle to keep yourself in check.

“Do you need a moment to compose yourself?” You nod and your mother leaves the room with the chicken.

Your eyes narrow at her retreating form.

Why was she doing this to you? You thought she’d want you to be happy. You thought all of them wanted you to be happy.

You watch Lee laugh at something James said and greet your mother like she’s carrying a bag of gold. He bites his bottom lip while she serves him a thigh and his gaze lands on you waiting in the door way. He gives you your own private grin making you return it weakly.

Well, that’s it then. You were hoping to share the information for a better occasion but this would have to suffice.

You serve your father first then Lee. “Thank you, caramel apple.” You bend down and place a kiss on his lips.

“Enjoy, handsome,” you mutter against his lips, trying to keep the sadness from tinging your voice.

“Well, you two certainly seem happy,” James smirks.

“We are happy,” you smile and take your spot to Lee’s right.

Lee bends toward you seeing your melancholy face. “What’s going on?” You just shake your head. He lets out a sigh and your father starts saying grace ending any further conversation. The meal is pleasant. The conversation is cordial. There were a lot of questions about Lee’s job, what he does exactly as sheriff.

“I’m basically a glorified complaint box,” Lee jokes. “I don’t have the authority to change much around here but I’m required to respond to them.” You smile up at him. “Ain’t much that goes on in this county. My sister’s death was the biggest scandal we’ve ever had.”

“Oh my! I’m sorry to hear that,” you mother imparts.

“No, she got wrapped up with this piece of shit. Tried to help her but she didn’t want any of that.”

“What happened?” James whispers earning a whack in the arm from John.

“You don’t have to tell us. I’m sorry for my insensitive brother.”

“It’s fine. I don’t even think I told your sister the whole story. She was, uh, picking up hitchhikers with her husband and killing ‘em and, well, doing unmentionable acts with their corpses.” You gasp and cover your mouth with your hand in shock. Why hadn’t he told you this?

“They picked up the wrong one,” Lee continues. “This boy’s a local, actually. He shot ‘em both dead. It was a fucking shit show. Everyday they were pulling bodies out of the river for a month. There are still some unaccounted for. I thought for sure I’d get kicked out of office. But I just handled it by the book. We were hardly close by the time she died so I was able to keep my feelings out of it. Still hard to lose the only family you have left.” You grip his hand, all those tears you had held back for you, fell for him. You press a kiss to his palm before whispering an ‘I love you’. A chorus of ‘sorry’s rolls around the table.

“The folks around here are odd. They do weird shit because they’re in a small town without much oversight. That’s why I kept such a close eye on your daughter. I couldn’t bare for anything to happen to her.”

“We appreciate you for that, Lee,” you father intones. He doesn’t say anything about the boy who lived here before. It does make you wonder if there’s more to that story now that you know a little bit more about this town.

You sniffle softly but attempt to stifle it to keep from drawing attention but of course Lee notices.

“Hey, come here.” He pulls you away from the table.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper to your family before following your boyfriend.

Lee leans against the kitchen counter, crossing his arms over his broad chest and levels his gaze at you.

“What’s going on?” You shake your head softly, dropping your gaze to your feet as a tear escapes your control. Lee sighs and pinches your chin so you’ll focus on him, making more tears fall from your eyes. “Oh, caramel. You can’t tell me nothing’s wrong. You’re fucking crying.”

You can’t help but smile softly before failing into his embrace. “I love you.”

“I love you more. Now, tell me what’s wrong.”

You start to shake your head again but think better of it. “They don’t like this. My ma says I should break up with you. My pa isn’t happy. My brothers are skeptical. I just-I don’t know what to do.”

Lee lets out a thoughtful hum while he squeezes you a little tighter. “You know what to do. You know exactly what you want. You just don’t want to disappoint anyone.”

He’s right. You sniffle once more and Lee pulls out a handkerchief for you to wipe your nose.

“Is there anything else you want to tell me?” You shake your head. At least not right now. You take a couple of breaths to compose yourself and take him back to the dinning room with your caramel cake.

You both sit back down with four sets of eyes on you while you slice up equal pieces.

“Ma. Pa,” you start as you hand out the slices. “I know you aren’t happy with my choice in partners but I am. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been with Lee. He makes me laugh and keeps me safe and comfortable. I don’t plan on leaving him because you don’t approve.” You set a slice of cake in front of Lee and meet his gaze. “Especially since I’m carrying his baby.”

Hell breaks loose around you as your mother bursts into tears and your father begins shouting. John starts laughing and James is in a stunned silence.

But you don’t care about any of it. All of your attention is captured by those glacier blue eyes you fell in love with.

“Caramel apple sugar plum. You better not be lying to me,” Lee warns with a small frown. You knew this would happen so you tug out the doctor’s form from your dress pocket confirming your positive pregnancy test and the estimations for how far along you were. “Six to eight weeks?” He mutters. You nod with a smile. “Good god, you’re having my baby!” You nod again giggling as he pulls you into his arms. “I love you! I love you! I love you!” He repeats while placing kisses across your face.

“I love you. So much,” you whisper between kisses.

You’re perched on the kitchen counter as Lee washes dishes. Your family left for your house hours ago. They didn’t even stay for coffee.

You accept a bowl to dry and let out a soft sigh.

“I guess we haven’t been very careful,” Lee smirks while scrubbing your mother’s casserole dish. You only smile and remember the many times he came in you without protection with the thought that ‘it’s only once. Once won’t get you pregnant’. Until once became once a week.

You stack the dishes on the drying towel next to you and wait for the next one. “I guess we should get married before you start showing.”

“Suddenly worried about appearances?” You joke.

“No bride wants to be pregnant on her wedding day,” he rationalizes. You just hum in response. “Dinner was amazing, by the way. I’m sorry your family couldn’t enjoy it.”

You let out another sigh. “They’ll come around. This will be their first grand baby after all.”

Lee passes you the last utensil and dries his hands while looking out the window above the sink. “The stars look awful pretty tonight. Let’s go look at ‘em.”

“Oh, Lee. I just want to take a shower and go to bed,” you whine.

“Come on, caramel. Just a couple of minutes.” His pale blue eyes plead up at you. You can never say no to him. You place your hands on his shoulders to lift you from the counter and you follow him outside.

The stars do look pretty. You sigh and stand at the edge of the pool watching the moon reflect on the dark water’s surface.

“You happy here, caramel?”

“You know I love this pool,” you smile before looking up at the sky.

“I mean are you happy here, with me?”

You spin to face the man before griping both of his hands. “Oh Lee, of course I’m happy with you. I feel safe and at home with you. I defied my family for you. I love you.”

“I’ve never been as happy as I’ve been with you. I was hoping to do this with your folks here but they don’t seem too pleased with me.” He lets out a soft grunt as he takes a knee in front of you. Yours eyes widen at the action. Men only get on on one knee for one thing…

“Will you do me the honor of keeping me the happiest man on earth by becoming my wife?” He pulls out a small box and tucked inside is a beautiful silver ring.

“Oh my God.” Tears pool in your eyes as you clasp your free hand over your mouth to keep your bottom lip from quivering. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, I’m serious,” Lee laughs. “Now will you marry me or did I get on the ground from nothing?”

“Yes!” You cry and fall into his arms. “Yes, Lee! A hundred times yes!” Lee lifts you to spin you almost falling into the pool and sending you both into a fit of giggles.

“Give me that hand, caramel,” Lee mutters after setting you down on your feet. He slips the ring on your finger before kissing the back of your hand. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” you grin.

“No, I love you more. End of conversation,” he laughs. “Bed?” You nod and follow him back in the house.

You should go home, make sure your parents and brothers are settled in alright. But they know where everything is. And you don’t want to leave Lee’s side. You’ll check on them in the morning. Right now, you just want to curl up with your future husband and think of baby names until you fall asleep rubbing each other’s tummies.

“How’d you hide the morning sickness?” Lee asks suddenly after you tuck your hands under his night shirt reveling in his warmth.

You hum softly in thought. “It hasn’t been too bad actually,” you sigh. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I had to keep it from you for much longer though. The detergent you use on your uniforms kinda sets it off,” you admit.

“Are you serious? I was all over you last week,” he chuckles.

“And I was so brave,” you giggle. “I think I spent about five minutes dry heaving.”

He spanks you softly. “That’s for keeping secrets.”

“It was a surprise,” you insist taking his hand and putting it back on your stomach. It’s a comforting weight. “What do you want?”

“I don’t care. As long as it’s healthy,” Lee sighs. He reaches under the hem of your borrowed night shirt and places his palm on your bare skin, rubbing small circles around your belly button.

“I want a boy,” you smile shyly.

“Hm? Why’s that?”

“I don’t know. Probably because I have so many brothers. I want to raise him to be just like you.”

“He’ll be better than me,” Lee sighs and presses his forehead to yours. “Thank you, caramel.”

“For what?” You whisper cupping his face in your hands.

“For giving me the one thing I’ve always wanted.”

You smile and press a kiss to his lips. “I love you,” you breathe.

“I love you more.”

You were married two weeks later.

It was a bitch to get a license. Even though laws against interracial marriage were deemed unconstitutional, backwards Meade, Ohio had other ideas. You had to get a license all the way to the nation’s capital so you decided to make a pre wedding honeymoon out of it. Well, you’d be married on paper but it doesn’t really count unless it happens in a church. But you enjoyed the time away. You and Lee spent a week practicing calling each other ‘husband and wife’ while touring the hot spots of the east coast. You spent a couple of nights in D.C. then saw the inner harbor in Maryland, you got photos in front of the liberty bell in Philadelphia and ended your tour with two nights in New York City before heading back home for the actual wedding.

It was a small ceremony at your church. All your friends were there and a few of the deputies but your parents refused to join you. Your brothers came though. Jacob gave you away all dressed up in his class As. Eunice made you a two tier white cake and it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.

And your friends weren’t surprised in the least you discretely told them you were expecting.

“I knew y’all were rushing for a reason,” Cora tutted as they fixed your dress for photos.

“How far along are you?” May whispered with wide eyes, glancing between your face and your stomach.

“About two months now,” you grin excitedly.

“I hope it’s a boy. I want Marcus to have a little playmate,” May continues talking about her own little one.

“Me too!” The four of you giggle.

“You got married just in time. You’ll start showing soon enough,” Eunice sighs. “You’d never find a dress with a belly.”

“No! We got so lucky! They had just your size on the rack,” Cora smiles. “Alright. You look gorgeous. Time to commemorate it for all time.” You grin and hug them before taking your place next to Lee.

His lips quirk into a smile seeing you. “There’s the misses,” he drawls making you smile. Mrs. Bodecker. You still had to practice your new signature but you already had your new name down packed.

Later that evening after all the festivities ended and the sun went down and you drove back to your new to you home, Lee carried you over the threshold of his house to the amusement of your kitten. He batted at your veil and train while Lee carried you upstairs.

You moved all your things in a week ago. You were already pregnant, there’s no point in prolonging the process any further.

“Shoo, pipsqueak. I got business with your momma,” Lee chuckles avoiding the small cat. You smile at their antics and press a kiss to Lee’s cheek.

“I love you,” you whisper. “I’m all yours now. Officially. And before the eyes of God,” you laugh thinking of your official wedding date that was almost two weeks ago now.

“All mine. In every way,” Lee grins and lays you across the bed. “You looked real pretty today but I know you look even prettier without all that white on.” You laugh and sit up so he can help you unbutton your dress. “Much better,” he sighs once there’s a pile of white lace and satin at the end of his bed and you’re left in just a white set of underwear you got for the occasion. “But there’s still a little of white, caramel. I want it all off.” You bite your bottom lip and reach behind you to remove your bra. You hold it out to drop it on the floor. “Getting warmer.” You finally tuck your thumbs into the sides of your garter belt and panties and shimmy them down your hips. “Perfect,” Lee hums and presses you back down on the bed with a kiss. His large hand splays across your stomach. “Is that…?” Lee whispers pulling away slightly to sit back on his heels to run both his hands over your stomach. “Are you starting to show?”

“Am I?” You ask genuinely curious. “Maybe I just ate too much cake,” you laugh.

“Nah. You’re definitely growing a little bump,” he smiles making you giggle. He hums positively and runs his hands up to your breasts to massage your nipples into peaks leaving you squirming under him. “Don’t move,” Lee commands as he pulls away making you chase his lips for more kisses.

He unbuttons his shirt quickly making you bite your lip in anticipation. You watch as he strips showing off his perfect for cuddling body. “Lee,” you whimper in need, wiggling your hips.

“Didn’t I tell you not to move?” Lee smirks as he undoes his dress pants. His swollen cock springs free of his underwear and you’re left practically salivating.

“Need you.”

“Need me, huh?” Lee crawls over you as you spread your legs for him. “That’s rich coming for a woman who I undoubtedly need more.” He nips at your throat before kissing down to your breast. A finger runs along your slit rubbing lightly at your clit and making you squirm. You groan slightly, tossing your head back against the pillows. “You gonna let me in, caramel?” You nod, spreading your legs even further so he’ll touch you more. Connect with you deeper. That’s all you want.

“Please, Lee,” you whisper. His tip rubs against your slit roughly, pushing his way into and bumping your clit along the way leaving you a moaning mess.

“I got you, sweet girl,” he mutters before pulling you into orgasmic bliss with him.

“Look! Who’s that?” You ask your two year old pointing through the open office door. “Is that daddy?”

“Dada!” The toddler screams and runs through the sheriff’s department’s halls.

Lee glances up from his paper work and immediately lights up. “There’s my sweet girl!” He grins getting up to lift the girl high over his head. You can’t help but smile at your daughter’s excitement.

You step up to him just as he places the girl on his hip. “And there’s my sweetest girl,” he smirks before placing a kiss on your lips. “Missed you today.”

“You miss me everyday,” you giggle and kiss him again.

“Well, I missed you today in particular,” he jokes kissing you again.

“Why what happened today?”

He gives you a haughty look and you know he’s about to mess with you. “Johnson‘s girl brought him lunch today.”

“You are so jealous,” you laugh shaking your head. “Well, I’ll let Nichelle have your next baby.”

You turn away from him playfully but he grabs your wrist and pulls you back. “Oh, no, you aren’t.” His large hand rests on your swollen belly rubbing a small tight circle. “I don’t want to see anyone pregnant with my kids but you.”

“Lee,” you giggle softly.

“Besides, I think you brought me more than my kids.”

“Did I? Oh, I think I forgot it at home…”

Lee just hums and plucks the paper bag you brought in from your hand. “Been waiting on this all day, caramel,” he groans while you grin up at him. “Go sit. I don’t want you on your feet too much.” He commands now that he has his food.

“Yes, daddy,” you smirk and take his desk chair.

“Carmella, did you help your momma make this wonderful lunch?”

“Dada!” The girl cries attempting to rip his badge from his shirt. Lee just smiles and lets her. She could murder a man and he’d think it was the most precious thing in the world. You sigh contently as you watch your little family, your hand finding your stomach as you think about how much it’s going to grow.

“Been thinking about looking for a bigger place,” Lee sighs after taking a bite of his pot roast.

“Oh no,” you deny quickly. “I love our house.”

“We’re gonna outgrow it pretty soon.”

“How many babies do you want, Lee?” You laugh.

“As many as you’ll give me, caramel apple.”

“Let’s get through this one before you start trying to get me pregnant again,” you smile.

“Did you at least bring dessert?”

“There’s a ginger snap in there. I gave the rest to the boys when I came in.”

“One?” Lee frowns and you give him a pointed look.

“The doctor said to lower your sugar intake. I want you around to help me raise all these kids.”

Lee just sighs and continues working on his food. Men.

“Hey, Sheriff. Mrs. Sheriff,” the department secretary greets knocking once on the open door. “We’ve got some coloring books in here.” Lee lights up and looks at your daughter.

“You wanna go color, baby girl?” She nods attempts to squirm out of her father’s lap. “Go have fun.”

“And be good. Mind your manners for Ms. Lisa. Thank you!” You bid the secretary as she holds out her hand.

“And close the door on you way out,” Lee calls over his shoulder.

He just watches you for a moment over his desk as Lisa’s heels click away.

“Get up and bend over that desk,” he orders sharply and you quickly obey, wiggling your hips in anticipation. Lee approaches you from behind and lifts your dress over your hips and gives you a harsh spanking to your bare ass. “Such a naughty little thing coming in here with no panties.” You whine softly as Lee circles you. “Looks like you want to be punished.” You nod tightly, biting your bottom lip to keep your voice in check. You hear a belt and a zipper before Lee’s big palms connects to your hips.

“You gonna be a good girl and take your punishment?” You nod again quickly. “And you’re gonna keep quiet?”

“Yes, Lee,” you whisper. And attempt to hump his crotch.

“Calm down. I’m not gonna leave you wanting.” His hard cock teases your folds as you attempt to keep still for him. You need this so bad. If the two of you knew having children would greatly stunt your sex life, you would’ve held out for a few more months.

But you wouldn’t trade Carmella for the world.

You just desperately needed your brains fucked out of you.

And as Lee’s thick head breeches your core, you know you’re about to get your wish.

“Please, Lee. Please please please,” you chant as he bottoms out in you.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Lee groans gripping your hips a little tighter. “Always so tight for me, caramel. Can’t believe a baby came out of here.”

You just whine and try to keep it down to avoid notice from the rest of the department.

You let out a squeak as he thrusts roughly right into that spot.

You don’t how you’re going to stay quiet.

With each thrust the pounding in your ears gets louder and you can’t help but get more vocal.

“Right there! Please, Lee!” You husk into his desk, smothering your face into the dark wood.

“Right there, caramel? Is that where you need daddy?”

“Yes, daddy! Please!” Your needy humping attempting to keep up with his fluid thrust. “So close,” you whimper as the knot inside you gets tighter and tighter. You stand on your toes, gripping the edge of the desk, just to get a little more. That high making you freeze and succumb to your husband’s mercy. “Uh, uh, uh, huh! Huaaaah!” You moan as you come undone. Stars fill you vision as Lee presses against that spot so you can chase your high. Your breaths come in quick huffs as you start to come down.

You already want more.

“You alright?” You nod attempting to catch your breath. “Fuck, sweet girl,” he groans. “Wanna see you,” Lee groans softly and pulls out leaving you feeling so empty. You needed him back inside you.

You quickly turned over, sitting on the desk with your dress bunched around your waist. You aren’t big enough yet to make this position uncomfortable but it still required some contorting.

Lee easily lifted your leg over his shoulder, sliding you to the edge of the desk, and reentering your core. You release a soft sigh as he fills you and buck against his hips for a little more friction.

Your panting sighs fill the room and Lee finds your lips, melding them together as you lean back on your elbows.

“Please, Lee. Need it,” you whimper against his lips. “Please, daddy. Fill me up!”

“Quiet!” Lee hisses, spanking your hip making you squeak in shock and pleasure. “Fuck, I’m close,” he groans into your neck. His thrust become more erratic and faster as your soft whines fill spur him on. That tight knot in your body get tighter and higher just a little faster and harder. Please, please, please.

“Nnngh,” you moan biting your lip as your hips still while Lee finishes inside of you. His warmth spreads across your insides leaving your full and satisfied.

“Fuck,” Lee sighs pressing his forehead against yours while taking deep breaths. “You alright?” He asks, pressing a hand to your swollen stomach.

You nod quickly before falling back on the desk in a comfortable heap. Lee chuckles softly while watching you come down from your high.

“What?” You ask softly closing your eyes against the harsh fluorescent light.

“It’s gonna smell like sex in here for a week,” he discloses making you giggle.

“Shame we can’t do this in our own bed anymore,” you smile.

“And who’s fault is that?”

“I can’t say ‘no’ to that cute, little face. She wants to be close to her momma.” You lets out a soft sigh as he pulls his softening cock out of you. You wait for Lee to wipe you down with a handkerchief but it never happens so you lift up on your elbows to see where he went.

You find your husband studying your dripping pussy and it makes you clench around nothing.

Those bright blue eyes snap up to yours and a smirk spreads across your Lee’s lips.

“You still not satisfied, caramel?” You bite your bottom lip again as his big hand grips your thigh. “One more?” You nod quickly as his finger spread his cum across your swollen lips and dip inside of you to get you off once more.

“Momma!” Your baby cries seeing you as Lee walks you out of the department.

“There’s my baby. What’d you draw?” You ask bending over the desk your daughter took over with crayons and scrap paper.

“Momma, Kitty, me, dada, pony” she says pointing at the individual blobs on the paper.

“Pony?” You laugh and start cleaning up the crayons.

“I took her to see the mounted deputies the other day. Did I tell you she wants a horse?” Lee grins stepping behind you to inspect the image, placing a large hand on the small of your back and sending a shiver down your spine. You should’ve spent a few more minutes in his office. “Mommy and daddy will have to think about a horse, baby,” you explain to the child, giving your husband and side eye as she reaches for Lee to lift her up.

“That’s beautiful, baby,” he grins picking up the girl and the drawing and ignoring you. “I think I’ll hang it up in my office.” He takes her back to his office to find the perfect spot for his new art while you clean up.

“Thanks again, Lisa.”

“Anytime,” she smiles. “I have four. It’s hard to get time alone,” the secretary winks just as your husband returns. He grabs your hand before you can feel too embarrassed by the statement and leads you to your car.

“Alright, sweet girl. I’ll see you when I get home,” he promises the girl as she cuddles into his chest, clinging to him stubbornly. He places her in the back seat with minimal protest before turning to you. “And I’ll see you tonight, my sweetest girl.” You smile as he presses a kiss to your forehead. “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” you whisper and accept a soft kiss before Lee opens your car door.

“We’re getting her out of our bed this weekend,” Lee promises for the hundredth time which only makes you smile and nod.

“Of course we are, Sheriff.”

“This time, I mean it,” Lee assures you with a stern look. “Drive safe.”

“Yes, Sheriff,” you smile right before he bangs on the hood of your car and you head back to the library to finish your own work day.

Of course Lee attempts once more to get your daughter to sleep in her own room. And once again it ends with her lying in between the two of you, curled up next to your cat. Everyone right where they belong.

Except for the horse.

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One Last Time — 05

⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader

⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, Exbf!Jimin, model!reader, sad au, fluff, tons of smut, angst

⇢ Synopsis: Your idol ex boyfriend Jimin cheated on you. You two have been broken up for a while now and the media has been keeping track of you and him. You’re trying to get over him, but the things that happen inbetween makes you re-think the entire breakup, and so does Jimin…

⇢ Song : xxxxx

⇢ Previous : 00 01 02

⇢ Word Count : 3k

⇢ Warnings: dominant jimin, makeout sessions, this is honestly a sad angsty au, cheating, pregnancy, unprotected and protected sex, a bunch of sex, no really a LOT of sexual themes too, I know I’m forgetting some but sorry in advance!

⇢ Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken

⇢ Authors note: This is my mini series for the summer! Get your tissues, things to take your anger out on, and sit back and watch the drama unfold. Shall we begin?

The scent of vanilla with a hint of cinnamon is what wakes you up from your sleep. Hair and body tangled in-between the blankets, which lets you know you you had tossed and turned once again. The frizzball on your head is definitely going to be a challenge to work with. Stretching your limbs, you let out a small yawn only for your hands to drop back down and feel nothing but cold emptiness.

Was it a dream? Dream? You didn’t even have one of your night terrors for the first time in a year. The dream to you seemed rather pleasent. Jimin tangled up in your arms as he holds you tight while you breathe into his bare chest. The warmness is something you had longed for once again and it all felt surreal.

‘‘ You awake yet?’‘

The voice startles you, making you drop your phone onto the comforter and turn your head towards the bedroom door where it came from. His blonde hair and small smile peep through the door, hoping to atleast get a better reaction out of you.

So it is real.

“ You’re really here? Did I bump my head too hard to where im imagining things?” You pull the covers close to you for security. Just as in your dream, there he is barechest and all.

He lets out a squeaky laugh followed by a smile as he comes towards your bed, tapping them to give you a signal to open. You raise an eyebrow but oblige, spreading them a bit only for him to sit inbetween them. It feels as if you’re heart might explode with the sudden flirtacious moves from him. Something you have been wanting but still aren’t used to.

‘‘ You slept so good that you don’t remember last night?”

You look at him eyes wide and then down to your body, “ Please tell me we didn’t-’’

‘‘ As much as I would of love to, No.’‘

A shot of relief flows through you but sadness soon comes over. He isn’t yours to be thinking these sorts of things. He isn’t yours in general. It wouldn’t be right for him to say things like that to you, while still entangled with another female.

‘‘ Why so sad?” His hands comes to your face to caress your cheeks. You shake your head softly then grab his hand to slowly lower it back down.

Jimin sighs, “ Baby just tell me whats wrong.’’

That word. That word you know always messes things up with your thoughts. Your emotions, hell everything in your body too.

You slowly make your way off of the bed, not interested in the conversation anymore. It’s not like you don’t want to continue, you do, but the guilt of everything that comes with it is enough to stir you away.

‘‘ Jimin don’t use that word. You technically still belong to Isabel.”

‘‘ Is she here at this very moment?” He cocks his head to the side with a smirk. You roll your eyes in response to his cockiness.

‘‘ No. That doesn’t change the fa-”

‘‘ Alright then. Now are you going to tell me what’s really on your mind or do I have to force it out?” He raises his hands and scrunches them with grabby motions. You don’t fall for it though.

You make your way to the doorway, “ That’s all Jimin. I promise. Just call me by my real name okay?’’

But that’s not what you want. What you want you know you can’t have. It’s not because you can’t have it because you want too. It’s just that it would make you feel like a terrible, horrible person. The look on his face when you say those words almost make you give in. Those puppy eyes caught yours and for a split second you almost consider it but don’t. It’s hard for you, it really is. Having something dangling in your face but you’re too concious to have it.

He’s still not yours.

With the morning being spent eating a good breakfast Jimin made your favorite pancakes. You watched him carefully, the way his hair bobbed up and down a bit while his right arm whisked the batter quickly. He seemed so natural and comfortable as if he was used to doing this for you. With your elbows on the island counter and head in your hands while you’re seated, you can’t help yourself to stare at the back of him and let the memories float in your mind.

Memories that never fade from you. It’s cute of him to steal glances of you here and there when pouring the batter into the pan. The small winks he gives you makes your heart flutter and the blood rush to your cheeks. It feels rather good to you to have his presence here. Despite the guilty feeling in the pit of your stomach.

The rest of the day you two decide to lounge around. Endless movies and tv shows throughout the day as you’re cuddled up next to him with a pink colored blanket for the two of you to share. Clara seems to enjoy her time with him too since she won’t let him put her down. She meows loudly with every movement of him. Such a drama queen.

‘‘ Jimin it’s getting late..” You pause, looking up at him. He gives you a small frown when he sits up in hopes you won’t finish your sentence. “ She might begin to worry you’re not home yet.”

Jimin ignores your comment only to latch onto your body a little more rougher, arms not wanting to let go. You giggle before running your fingers through his hair as his head lays softly onto your chest. You wan’t him to leave mentally, but your body wants to hold on to him for way much longer.

‘‘ Your heartbeat is soothing to me.”

It always has been. Anytime he just wanted to talk when you were in a relationship, he would lay you down and then lay himself on you with his ear pressed against your chest. Some days he would have been happy to talk, others, he just wanted to lay there to fall asleep.

‘‘ Seriously Jimin. You should leave.”

He shakes his head, ‘’ Shhh. Jungkook is coming soon and I would love to sit here and have you to myself.’’

You raise an eyebrow is confusion, “ Why is he coming here?’’

‘‘ I kind of sort of lost my keys to my home. Isabel came yesterday to give the copy’s she went and made when we were at Ryan’s office. I left the house key with Jungkook while going after you instead of putting it on my keychain right away.”

So that explains why she came. It also would of been better to have touch pad, or even facial recognition to enter the home. Anyone can just copy the key to your home. The fans are already crazy enough after that time you two saw one trying to follow you into your used-to-be shared apartment. It didn’t end so well either.

“ Why don’t you have touch-pad?” You say, sitting up with a disappointed look.

‘‘ Funny story. When the house was made I thought keys would be better than touch-pad on the outside because any paparazzi who manages to get through the front could snap pictures of the code. So why not use a key right?’‘

You just sigh and shake your head in disappointment, not even wanting to explain why that would still be a dumb idea. “ Whatever makes you happy.”

‘‘ But if you were there you would of stopped me.. right?”

Your eyes shoot down to him only to see him staring right back up into yours. The butterflies in your stomach begin to flutter once more. It’s been so long since you felt those.

‘‘ Yes. Yes I would have told you it was a dumb option because nobody can make it past security without calling you first.’‘ You whisper, both of your faces inches away from each other.

‘‘ I thought so. Can I make another dumb suggestion?’‘ His voice says, faint enough for you to hear making the hairs stick up on your neck.

You swallow slowly as chills run down your spine out of anxiety, ‘‘ What?’‘

‘‘ This.’‘

It all feels surreal to you. His lips against yours moving in sync together it’s all just surreal. Within seconds his tongue is swiping against your lips begging for entrance in which you comply. The way his hands rub up and down your thighs is sure to make you moan against the kiss, grabbing them to lead it to your core. He obliges and traces the outline of it outside of your clothing, laying you down gently on the couch in the process.

Until that painful doorbell rings loudly causing you both to groan. Jimin pulls away with a plop noise and give you a wink before lifting off of you to go see who is at the door. Your clothes are ruffled up a bit and that small wet spot between your legs seems to not too noticeable when you fix yourself up quickly.

Sex with Jimin. You almost had sex with Jimin. You feel wrong about it but at the same time you want nothing more to have him make you a screaming moaning mess. You miss him, the way his stroke game is, and everything about him dominating you in the bedroom.

He’s still not yours though.

‘‘ Who is it?’‘

You sit up and fix your hair to at-least look presentable. That kiss meant everything to you. Your feelings and body enjoyed it but your mind did not. It slipped your mind that you should of pulled away. Nothing can replace how it felt to have his lips on yours again.

The door opens revealing Jungkook who’s face is a little red and breathing hard. He runs inside and shoves Jimin out the way before slamming the door shut and locking it with his back against the wall. You furrow your eyebrows and get up from the spot you’re sitting in.

‘‘ Jungkook what’s happening? Why are you run-”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

‘‘ Open the door now! I know you guys are in there! Jimin get your ass out here now!’’

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Your eyes go wide. That voice. That oh so familiar voice is standing right outside your apartment door.

‘‘ I tried telling her you went to practice with Seokjin for some new choreography but she knew I lied. Im sorry I tried to run as fast as I could to my car to get away from her. She followed me here in her car and then I had to run some more up to your apartment.’‘ He breathes hard, handing the new set of keys to Jimin.

Shit! You have no words to say. This wouldn’t of all started if you wouldn’t have been so stubborn yesterday to just take a taxi. You wouldn’t of passed out, he wouldn’t have been here with you all day today.

That doesn’t excuse the fact that this girl is batshit crazy for following Jungkook and showing up at your actual fucking apartment. Jimin looks at you with sorriness in his eyes. You look at him with anger and cross your arms to prove your point as to why he should have left in the first place.

‘‘ Im going outside to talk to her. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.”

Jimin’s hand pushes down the handle to the door and as soon as he cracks it open, the force of the door pushes open harshly hitting the wall next to it, making him stumble back a little.

‘‘ So you think it is okay to go to your exes apartment? I would never disrespect you like that Jimin, you know that!” Rage has taken upon her, face red and it doesn’t already help that her facial expression is beyond pissed.

Slap!

You watch in horror as her hand connects with his left cheek. Jungkook’s eyes go wide, but then frown into anger before walking over to her. Stomping with each step he takes.

“ Watch what your fucking doing okay? That’s my brother and I certainly do not hit girls but with one click of a button Ryan will be on her way to beat your ass got it?’’

‘‘ Jungkook stay out of this! This isn’t your battle. Now you, you have some nerve letting him inside here. Obviously you were not enough for him to go cheating on you.” Isabel says, stepping away from Jimin and leaving him there at the door.

That one hurt. She does have a point though, you should of made Jimin leave regardless of what he said to you. You got caught up in the moments that weren’t meant to be yours. Its true, she has every right to be mad.

‘‘ I don’t appreciate you being around Jimin..” She inches closer to you, hands on her hips. You begin to back up, eyes to the ground of guilt. If only things wouldn’t have unfolded like this.

‘‘ Your relationship to him is starting to be inapropriate.” Isabel’s eyes make contact with yours when you look up. She looks at you as if you’re disgusting, and you can’t blame her.

‘‘ Isabel..’‘ Jimin warns, coming behind her.

On the heel of her feet, she turns around shaking her head. “You don’t deserve to talk. You care so much about her, but did you forget we are a couple? We may just be cooling things off between us, but you are still mine as I am to you.’‘

Jimin sighs, stopping just behind her, ‘‘ Isabel look..”

“ Jimin..” Jungkook starts, uneasy of what his brother is to say next. You know what’s coming and you know that tone of Jimin’s voice all too well.

The same one he used when breaking up with you. You see the tears well in her eyes. Some part of you feels bad for her because you know those words well. You know that feeling all too good.

‘‘ Are you really breaking up with me because of her? We were doing just fine until she showed back up in the picture. Are you seriously doing this?” Her voice cracks on the last words. That made your heart sting a bit. This isn’t right.

Jimin sighs looking at the two of you back and forth. You are the one for him, it’s no doubt. It was a stupid choice for him to cheat on you. It was a stupid choice for him to leave you in the dust like that. You gave him everything. A loving relationship, a home, happiness, you are the highlight of his days. He misses you just as much as you miss him.

“ Isabel we are through. I’m sorry I couldn’t be the man to your expectations. It’s my fault. All my fault and I shouldn’t have let you belie-”

“ Fuck you. Fuck you Park Jimin.” Her words slice through the air, piercing Jimin right in his heart. It hurt for him to hear that, but he deserves it.

Jungkook doesn’t look so shocked, but he does wish Jimin would have did this else-where other than your apartment. Isabel looks at you with envy, reaching into her small chanel bag for something. Jungkook gives her a warning look to just leave before grabbing your arm to make you stand behind him.

“ Isabel I’ll walk you down. It’s best to just leave it be. Please.” Jimin begs from behind her. You watch the tears roll down her eyes and you still can’t help but to feel guilty.

You are the cause of their breakup. Maybe you really should have minded your business about Jimin. Maybe you shouldn’t have entertained his charming ways at all. Looking back down at her hands, you see a small pocket knife she grips tightly. You tap Jungkook and point which makes him push you behind him even more.

“ It’s a bad idea. You can hurt me but you wont hurt my brother or her.” He says, daring her to make any type of movement towards you.

Jimin comes behind her and attempts to grab the knife in which she slashes his palm on accident trying to push him away. In that quick second, Jimin hisses in pain while pulling away giving Isabel all the time she has to get to you while Jungkook is already across the room for his brother, forgetting you hiding behind him.

‘‘ Shit! Jimin are you okay?” He asks, but then quickly turns to you, “ Quick! Go hide! Hurry! “ Jungkook screams.

‘‘ Isabel this isn’t what he wants. He wants you to be happy and getting back at me will only upset him more!” As if your words would even convince the crazy girl in the slightest.

She just laughs as your words, fastly walking to you who’s, running towards the living area thinking it would cut time shorter if you cut through there to your bathroom.

You aren’t fast enough. She tackles you to the ground where you two rumble around trying to get away from her until she putting all her weight on you as she sits directly on your chest making it hard for you to breathe.

“ Maybe a little mark on your face will tell you to stop home-wrecking people’s relationship.” She raises the knife up high and you watch in horror before she raises it back to in attempt to make a slash on your forehead.

You block each attempt at her trying to slash anything on your face. Your dad always told you to protect your face in self defense and fighting and thats what you do. Only until with one last thrush, the knife connects with your forearm, making a nice sized gash on it.

‘‘ Fuck!”

The voices in your area fade in and out. You look to your left to see Isabel being dragged out by a pair of cops. But the puddle of blood forming around you rapidly sends you into panic. Only you cant panic. You cant speak. Your vision is slowly loosing faith in you.

Open.

Close.

Open.

Close.

Open.

Cl-

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