Warnings: 18+, smut, slow morning sex, unprotected sex, swearing, body shame (on Lee’s part)
Lee smirked to himself as he sat against the head board and watched you move around his bedroom in the sinfully red underwear and stockings you were wearing for the day.
His shoulder was healing, but he still had to have a couple of weeks off work. Over the last few days, he’d gotten most of his paper work done and decided today he wanted a change of scenery. He hadn’t really been into town since his accident so he was coming with you to do your grocery shopping and then you were going to have lunch at the dinner.
“You’re staring, Sheriff.” You smirked at him over your shoulder.
Lee’s smirk stretched, “Of course I am, Sugar. Look at you.” He threw the bed covers back to show the tent in his briefs. “Why don’t you come over ‘ere and sit on your Sheriff’s cock, darlin’.”
You let out a soft giggle. “I’m not sure if you’re well enough yet, Sheriff.” You teased.
Lee huffed. “C'mon, darlin’.” He slipped his hand into his shorts and pulled his hard cock out. “It’s been so long since I’ve had that sweet little pussy wrapped around my cock.”
“But, what if I hurt you?” You frowned as you walked over to his side of the bed.
“Y'ain’t gotta move fast baby girl. Nice and slow is just fine.” He moaned softly as he squeezed his cock. “Wha'cha say, darlin’?” He asked.
You bit your bottom lip as you looked down at his hard cock. “Okay,” You let out a small giggle. You turned around and gave a little wiggle if your backside as you pushed your panties down your legs. Lee groaned as he began to fist his cock. His arm could be falling off and he wouldn’t give a damn as long as he could slip his cock inside your sweet little pussy.
Lee’s eyes rolled back as you sank down on his cock, nice and slow, careful not to grab his bad side. With his good hand he placed it on your waist. “I’ve missed you, baby girl.” He whispered.
You let out a soft giggle as you leaned forwards. “You were inside me last night, Lee.” You kissed his lips softly.
Lee grunted, “But that was yer mouth.”
It was true. Since his injury, you’d only allowed him to have blow jobs or hand jobs, being too afraid you’d hurt him if you were to try anything else. Lee was desperate to have your pussy wrapped around his cock. It wasn’t that he didn’t love your blow jobs or hand jobs, he did because you were amazing, but he felt like he was missing you, not being intimate with you in that way.
“That’s it, baby, nice and slow.” Lee leaned forwards and laid kissed across the tops of your breasts.
Your head fell back as you ground your hips in slow circles. “Fuck, Lee,” You leaned forwards and crashed your lips against his.
His tongue tangled with yours as he reached up and cupped your breast through the lacey material. Your nipples pebbled as he lightly brushed his thumb over one.
You pulled back and let out a deep moan as the head of his cock brushed perfectly against your cervix. “Oh, Lee,” Your head fell back as he began kissing and licking at your throat.
It didn’t take long for the pair of you to fall apart, cuming practically at the same time as you shared a passionate kiss.
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“What are ya’ doin’?” You asked Lee curiously as he reached into the shopping cart to take the bag of candy out.
“There’s plenty at home, Sugar.” He smiled and put the candy back.
You raised your eyebrow at him. “Really?”
Lee nodded and began ro push the cart again. “Yeah. I found some in a draw I’d forgotten about.”
“Oh, okay.” You nodded, going back to the list. “What would you like for pudding tonight?”
Lee let out a soft sigh. “I ain’t want one.”
You stopped dead in your tracks. “What?”
“I ain’t bothered 'bout one tonight, Sugar.” Lee looked over at his shoulder. “What?” He asked with a frown.
“What’s goin’ on, Lee?” You asked.
He shrugged, “Wha'cha mean?”
You frowned at him. “First y'ain’t get any booze when we walk by, then ya’ put the candy back, even though all your stashes are empty, and then ya’ don’t want a pudding. Are ya’ sick?” You asked worried.
Lee shook his head as he placed his hand on his hip. “No, Sugar, I ain’t sick.”
“Then what? Have ya’ had enough of my cookin’?” You frowned softly at him.
Lee’s mouth stretched into a grin. “Don’t be ridiculous, Sugar, I love yer cookin’.”
You pouted, “Then what is it?” You folded your arms across your chest.
Lee tried not to smile at how cute you looked when you were pouting. “It’s nothin’ for ya’ to worry–”
“Tell me.” You huffed.
Lee let out a soft exhale before he nodded, “Okay, Sugar, I’ll tell ya’.” Lee whispered and stepped closer to you, looking over his shoulder to make sure no one was listening. “Something the doc said at my last check up has been bugging me.”
Your brows raised, “I thought you said everything was okay?” You asked in a slight panic.
Lee nodded, “It was-is.” He sighed. “He just said… I was a little, larger, than I should be at my age.” He shook his head. “I need to start looking after myself, Sugar. Especially if I wanna start a family with ya’.” His cheeks began to blush a little.
Your breath caught as your lips stretched into a small grin.
“I gotta be in better shape if I wanna protect ya’ n’ all those babies we’ll be havin’.” He grinned at you making you blush.
You nodded, “Okay.” You smiled at him. “If it’s what ya’ want, then I’ll help.” You reached up and kissed his cheek. “But not too much. I still like your soft tummy.” You whispered making him chuckle.
Warnings: fluff, Lee tells the truth about Leroy Brown
Lee wasn’t usually a man that had time to relax. So when the doctor told him he needed to take time off work, he wasn’t pleased. You’d promised to look after him (not like you didn’t do so already) so he didn’t need to strain himself.
You had your grandpa pick the two of you up from the hospital and stay with Lee at his home whilst you went grocery shopping so you could make dinner. When you came back with not only enough food for a week, you also had every bit of paper work Lee had been working on at the station.
“Sugar, what’s this?” Lee had asked as he looked at the large stack of paperwork on the dining table.
“Something to keep ya’ occupied, Sheriff.” You smiled at him over your shoulder. “I ain’t stupid. I know yer gonna be nothin’ but a giant pain in the backside, grumbling under yer breath and moanin’ ‘bout damn deputies not doin’ their jobs right. So,” You turned to face hin. “Sit and do yer paperwork. I’ve already warned the deputies yer off limits. They get a problem, they solve it themselves or I kick their butts.”
Lee’s mouth hung open before morphing into a grin. “Think I’d quite like to see ya’ kick their ass.” He chuckled.
Lee sat on the sofa as he listened to you hum to yourself as you moved around the kitchen. His paperwork sat beside him untouched. George had gone home after dinner, wishing the Sheriff a quick recovery before he left the two of you alone for the evening.
“Sugar, c'mon in 'ere would ya’, please.” He called out to the kitchen.
A few seconds later and you were walking into the living room. “Yes, Lee.” You smiled softly at him.
Lee patted the space beside him, “We need to talk, Sugar.”
You nodded and walked over to him, sitting down beside him. “You know you don’t have to tell me anything, right?”
He nodded as he slipped his arm around your shoulders. “I know, but I want to.” He pulled you close to him and pressed a kiss to the top of your head before resting his head on top of yours. “I just want to keep you safe, Y/N. You deserve to be loved and taken care of.”
“And you do all that, Lee.” You laid your arm over his tummy as you cuddled him.
He nodded, “But I need to be honest too.”
“Okay.” You nodded.
The pair of you sat in silence as you just sat there, wrapped in each others arms, letting the soft noises of the house; the clock ticking, the hum from the refrigerator, the whistle of the wind that came down the chimney, surround you.
“Leroy Brown.” Lee started. “That’s the guy you saw talking to me. The other guy, his body guard, that’s Bobo.” Lee sighed, “Leroy, he’s a pimp and many, many other things. I wish I wasn’t, but I’m oon his payroll. Have been since my first election.” Lee’s head fell backwards with groan before he hissed in pain. “DAMN IT!”
“Careful, Lee,” You quickly reached over him to get his painkillers and his glass of water. “Here.” You handed him them.
“Thanks, Sugar.” He smiled thankful for your kindness before popping the pills. He let out a heavy sighed as he lowered his head. “M'sorry.”
You shook your head as you took the water from him. “You’re injured, Lee, you shouldn’t be–”
“I don’t mean that.” He huffed. “I’m a dirty cop, Y/N!” He snapped.
You frowned at him. “Lee, not to sound rude or anything, but I’ve kinda always known you weren’t the cleanest.” You admitted.
Lee frowned, “What?”
You chuckled softly, “We did blackmail someone together. And, have you seen how much moonshine there is around Knockemstiff? That ain’t because you’re a bad sheriff, is it?” You smirked at him.
Lee shook his head. “I’ve done much worse things than that, Y/N.” He looked solemn as he thought. “I’ve taken bribes… I’ve framed people for crimes… Hell, I’ve even killed people. And all because, Leroy Brown, fucking tells me to jump.”
You placed your hand on his knee. “Why did you start working for him?”
Lee sighed, “I was a young officer, wanting to make an impression so I would get elected… I worked hard y'know, putting a case together against, Leroy. But when it came down to it, he made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. And I’ve been owned by him ever since.” He frowned. “And I’m close, Sugar, to getting rid of him for good, then this happened.” He looked down at his injury.
You frowned, “What do you mean?”
“I knew, about the house. It’s one of Leroy’s. He uses it to make crack or whatever he decides to. We had a deal, I keep the deputies away so he can make his drugs and I get paid.” He huffed. “Now, Leroy, is pissed and says I owe him for his loses.”
“How much?” You asked.
Lee looked up, “Five grand.” He shook his head. “I don’t have five grand that I can just hand over to him.”
You nodded. “Would paying the five grand get rid of him?” You asked.
Lee shook his head with a sigh. “I don’t think I’ll actually be rid of him.” He frowned.
“Maybe you should just kill him.” You shrugged. You looked at Lee with a smirk. “I’ll be your alibi.” You whispered and leaned into him.
Lee chuckled as he once again slipped his arm around your shoulders. “You’re still willing to be my alibi, baby girl, after everything?”
You nodded and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Of course. I love you.” You smiled. “Now, let’s forget about all that and eat dinner. Then, if you’re up for it, I’ll suck your cock like a good girl.” You giggled as you gave his thigh a light squeeze.
Lee’s eyes lit up as his smirked. “Oh, I’ll be up to it, Sugar.”
Warnings: fluff, Lee tells the truth about Leroy Brown
Lee wasn’t usually a man that had time to relax. So when the doctor told him he needed to take time off work, he wasn’t pleased. You’d promised to look after him (not like you didn’t do so already) so he didn’t need to strain himself.
You had your grandpa pick the two of you up from the hospital and stay with Lee at his home whilst you went grocery shopping so you could make dinner. When you came back with not only enough food for a week, you also had every bit of paper work Lee had been working on at the station.
“Sugar, what’s this?” Lee had asked as he looked at the large stack of paperwork on the dining table.
“Something to keep ya’ occupied, Sheriff.” You smiled at him over your shoulder. “I ain’t stupid. I know yer gonna be nothin’ but a giant pain in the backside, grumbling under yer breath and moanin’ ‘bout damn deputies not doin’ their jobs right. So,” You turned to face hin. “Sit and do yer paperwork. I’ve already warned the deputies yer off limits. They get a problem, they solve it themselves or I kick their butts.”
Lee’s mouth hung open before morphing into a grin. “Think I’d quite like to see ya’ kick their ass.” He chuckled.
Lee sat on the sofa as he listened to you hum to yourself as you moved around the kitchen. His paperwork sat beside him untouched. George had gone home after dinner, wishing the Sheriff a quick recovery before he left the two of you alone for the evening.
“Sugar, c'mon in 'ere would ya’, please.” He called out to the kitchen.
A few seconds later and you were walking into the living room. “Yes, Lee.” You smiled softly at him.
Lee patted the space beside him, “We need to talk, Sugar.”
You nodded and walked over to him, sitting down beside him. “You know you don’t have to tell me anything, right?”
He nodded as he slipped his arm around your shoulders. “I know, but I want to.” He pulled you close to him and pressed a kiss to the top of your head before resting his head on top of yours. “I just want to keep you safe, Y/N. You deserve to be loved and taken care of.”
“And you do all that, Lee.” You laid your arm over his tummy as you cuddled him.
He nodded, “But I need to be honest too.”
“Okay.” You nodded.
The pair of you sat in silence as you just sat there, wrapped in each others arms, letting the soft noises of the house; the clock ticking, the hum from the refrigerator, the whistle of the wind that came down the chimney, surround you.
“Leroy Brown.” Lee started. “That’s the guy you saw talking to me. The other guy, his body guard, that’s Bobo.” Lee sighed, “Leroy, he’s a pimp and many, many other things. I wish I wasn’t, but I’m oon his payroll. Have been since my first election.” Lee’s head fell backwards with groan before he hissed in pain. “DAMN IT!”
“Careful, Lee,” You quickly reached over him to get his painkillers and his glass of water. “Here.” You handed him them.
“Thanks, Sugar.” He smiled thankful for your kindness before popping the pills. He let out a heavy sighed as he lowered his head. “M'sorry.”
You shook your head as you took the water from him. “You’re injured, Lee, you shouldn’t be–”
“I don’t mean that.” He huffed. “I’m a dirty cop, Y/N!” He snapped.
You frowned at him. “Lee, not to sound rude or anything, but I’ve kinda always known you weren’t the cleanest.” You admitted.
Lee frowned, “What?”
You chuckled softly, “We did blackmail someone together. And, have you seen how much moonshine there is around Knockemstiff? That ain’t because you’re a bad sheriff, is it?” You smirked at him.
Lee shook his head. “I’ve done much worse things than that, Y/N.” He looked solemn as he thought. “I’ve taken bribes… I’ve framed people for crimes… Hell, I’ve even killed people. And all because, Leroy Brown, fucking tells me to jump.”
You placed your hand on his knee. “Why did you start working for him?”
Lee sighed, “I was a young officer, wanting to make an impression so I would get elected… I worked hard y'know, putting a case together against, Leroy. But when it came down to it, he made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. And I’ve been owned by him ever since.” He frowned. “And I’m close, Sugar, to getting rid of him for good, then this happened.” He looked down at his injury.
You frowned, “What do you mean?”
“I knew, about the house. It’s one of Leroy’s. He uses it to make crack or whatever he decides to. We had a deal, I keep the deputies away so he can make his drugs and I get paid.” He huffed. “Now, Leroy, is pissed and says I owe him for his loses.”
“How much?” You asked.
Lee looked up, “Five grand.” He shook his head. “I don’t have five grand that I can just hand over to him.”
You nodded. “Would paying the five grand get rid of him?” You asked.
Lee shook his head with a sigh. “I don’t think I’ll actually be rid of him.” He frowned.
“Maybe you should just kill him.” You shrugged. You looked at Lee with a smirk. “I’ll be your alibi.” You whispered and leaned into him.
Lee chuckled as he once again slipped his arm around your shoulders. “You’re still willing to be my alibi, baby girl, after everything?”
You nodded and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Of course. I love you.” You smiled. “Now, let’s forget about all that and eat dinner. Then, if you’re up for it, I’ll suck your cock like a good girl.” You giggled as you gave his thigh a light squeeze.
Lee’s eyes lit up as his smirked. “Oh, I’ll be up to it, Sugar.”
Summary: When a dirty crop top causes your stepdad to snap.
Warning: public sex, oral sex (m recieving), flashing, dirty talk, mean Lee, explicit language, implied affair, implied relationship, pwp, daddy kink, 18+
A/N: I would very much like to blame @gogolucky13 for the creation of this story, and for fueling my dirty ideas Thank you to @sweeterthanthisand@jobean12-blog for looking this over for me. Love you both❤️
if you’re a minor, please DNI!
Please do not repost, publish or translate my work. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thank you for reading :)
Lee’s hand was firm on the back of your head as he held you down on his cock. Drool was pooling out the sides of your lips, dripping down your chin onto the crop top that started this whole thing.
It hadn’t exactly been your intention to rile Lee up. He wasn’t supposed to be home so the idea of him actually seeing you in this shirt didn’t cross your mind when you had started your laundry earlier. Instead, you came down to dinner in some tights and the crop top that read ‘This was the only shirt I had with no cum on it’. Your mom and her friend had a good time with the gag gift shirt. Lee, however, sat at the head of the table gripping his glass so tight you were afraid it would shatter.
Now here you are, on your knees in the back porch, mouth stuffed full with Lee’s thick cock, the concrete of the porch rough against your skin.
“If you’re gonna dress like a slut, that’s how i'mma treat ya,“ Lee grunted, bucking his hips forward, hands gripping the sides of your face for leverage. The movement shoved him further down your throat, far deeper than you were ready for. You choked, gripping his pants tighter to keep from trying to pull away. That would only make him madder. Tears pooled in your eyes spilling over and down your cheeks. He released his grip, pulling you off his cock.
You took a big gulp of air before he shoved himself back in “You like that, dontcha? Love it when I use ya like the filthy slut you are."
You nodded your head, humming around his shaft. A low groan tore out of Lee and he gripped your hair tight as he built up a good rhythm for you to go. Once he was satisfied, he loosened his hold, allowing you to take some control. You swallowed him down, burying your nose in his coarse hair, breathing in his manly musky, his belly resting against your forehead.
Tongue flat, you retreated back until you were sucking on the spongy tip. The salty taste of him coated your tongue, giving you a heady feeling and a need for more. Releasing him with a pop, you looked up, keeping eye contact. His cock bobbed in front of you waiting to be worshiped. He went to grab you and pull you down but you pushed your head back, palms flat to his thighs.
“Are you really this upset over a shirt, Daddy?” you teased, “What would you do if I told you that I wasn’t wearing panties either?”
Lee’s baby blues darkened and he snarled, gripping your chin tight, “If it ain’t bad enough that I can see those pretty nipples through that sad excuse of a shirt, you gonna tell me that my pussy is bare too?"
You nodded, but didn’t give him a chance to retaliate as you licked down the vein along the underside of his cock, to his balls. You lathed them with your tongue before sucking on them, loudly and lewdly. Nuzzling into them, you flicked your tongue over the thin skin, enjoying the weight of each ball.
"Oh you think you’re clever, little one? Tryin’ to distract me from my anger. Uh uh, no,” Lee growled, yanking you up.
You began to protest but he clearly didn’t want to hear it, pushing himself past your lips. This time he wasn’t giving up control. His hips rutted at a rapid pace and all you could do was keep your tongue flat and breathe through your nose. Lee fucked your face like he owned you, holding you firmly in place. Deep down you knew he did but you didn’t want to admit it.
“Fuck, you look so good on your knees,“ Lee praised, “Exactly where you were meant to be, serving me any way I want.”
You whimpered, trying to shake your head.
“Ah ah ah, no lyin, darlin’. You fuckin’ love when I use you, like the filthy slut you are for me. Ain’t that right?” Lee stated and you tried to avoid eye contact. He bobbed your head a couple times before pushing you down again, “ Right? "
You nodded, keeping your eyes forward. Admitting this was hard yet it was true. You loved it. Anything he did to you, anyway he used you, it only made you crave him more. Feeling his balls tighten against your face, you swirled your tongue under his length, swallowing him further down. Lee groaned and you know he was close.
Lee was trying to prove a point though, so you weren’t surprised when he pulled out. Hand gripping his base, he began to pump himself, eyes glued on yours, locking you in his gaze, watching him lick his lips.
A low moan was followed closely by the first spurts of cum. You instinctively opened your mouth, allowing him to coat your face and your shirt in cum. He tapped the tip to your tongue, allowing you suck on it before he stuffed himself back into his pants.
You stood up, wiping your chin with the back of your hand. Lee grabbed your wrist, halting your actions. He gripped the bottom of your crop top, fingers grazing over your breasts, and he yanked it up. Baring you to all the neighbors, he began to use the shirt to clean you up.
"Well darlin’, looks like you definitely need to change now,” he said, smugly letting your top fall back in place. He leaned down, giving you a hungry kiss, all teeth and tongue, “Gave Steve quite a show. Bet it was the highlight of his day.”
You shook your head, scoffing before heading inside to sit across from him at the dinner table, his cum still drying on your shirt.
Summary: When a dirty crop top causes your stepdad to snap.
Warning: public sex, oral sex (m recieving), flashing, dirty talk, mean Lee, explicit language, implied affair, implied relationship, pwp, daddy kink, 18+
A/N: I would very much like to blame @gogolucky13 for the creation of this story, and for fueling my dirty ideas Thank you to @sweeterthanthisand@jobean12-blog for looking this over for me. Love you both❤️
if you’re a minor, please DNI!
Please do not repost, publish or translate my work. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thank you for reading :)
Lee’s hand was firm on the back of your head as he held you down on his cock. Drool was pooling out the sides of your lips, dripping down your chin onto the crop top that started this whole thing.
It hadn’t exactly been your intention to rile Lee up. He wasn’t supposed to be home so the idea of him actually seeing you in this shirt didn’t cross your mind when you had started your laundry earlier. Instead, you came down to dinner in some tights and the crop top that read ‘This was the only shirt I had with no cum on it’. Your mom and her friend had a good time with the gag gift shirt. Lee, however, sat at the head of the table gripping his glass so tight you were afraid it would shatter.
Pairing: Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Female Villain Reader
Word Count: 4.5k
Trigger Warnings: Smut NSFW 18+, Dom/Sub dynamics, sex, consideration of noncon, two baddies being bad, manipulative behavior, psychopathic behavior, explicit language, minor violence.
Series Summary: Starting over in the podunk town of Knockemstiff, you set your sights on new prey. Sheriff Lee Bodecker’s reputation proceeds him and fits the bill perfectly for your own purposes. Seduction is the easy part, but will you be able to keep the Sheriff in your thrall while keeping your secrets?
A/N: This series is written in collaboration with @weekendgothgirl . A tiny little imagine got kicked around and together it has been fleshed out into what we hope will be a fun romp for all.
Shifting your position, you check your watch again. He’s usually at the diner by now, grabbing dinner before trawling for his next unlucky girl. Tonight will be different though. You’d done your research, talked to Leroy’s girls and found out his likes, his desires and his reactions. You learned of his tendency towards violence and that he treated women like shit but those didn’t bother you. You had a plan and soon those pesky behaviors would disappear. At least towards you…
You flick open your mirror, checking your makeup as you spot his car drive up. Showtime, you think to yourself. Smiling darkly, you smooth your dress and cross the road to follow him inside the bright building.
You seat yourself a few tables across and one behind the sheriff, making sure he’d have to turn to see you, allowing you to see your progress ensnaring him. Smiling brightly at the tired waitress, you give her your order and see Lee’s head tilt towards you a little. The diner is less crowded than usual and you’re sure he can hear you clearly, even over the music playing the jukebox in the corner. You thank the waitress for bringing your coffee before she takes one to the sheriff and you roll your eyes at him leering at her. He couldn’t be more stereotypical if he tried. Sipping your coffee, you think of a way of going past his table naturally when your eyes alight on the restroom sign. Perfect, placing your mug down you stand and walk towards them, deliberately avoiding looking at Lee, even when you felt his gaze on you and heard his low hum of appreciation. You duck into a stall and take a breath, pleased at how well everything has gone so far. It’s not the first time you’ve done this but even the best laid plans are known to go awry.
Pairing: Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Female Villain Reader
Word Count: 7.1k
Trigger Warnings: Smut NSFW 18+, Dom/Sub dynamics, sex, consideration of noncon, two baddies being bad, manipulative behavior, psycho/sociopathic behavior, explicit language, violence, death of minor character.
Series Summary: Starting over in the podunk town of Knockemstiff, you set your sights on new prey. Sheriff Lee Bodecker’s reputation proceeds him and fits the bill perfectly for your own purposes. Seduction is the easy part, but will you be able to keep the Sheriff in your thrall while keeping your secrets?
A/N: This series is written in collaboration with @weekendgothgirl . A tiny little imagine got kicked around and together it has been fleshed out into what we hope will be a fun romp for all.
Lee sat at his desk going through the past week’s reports that he had to review and sign off on. It was the worst part about Mondays and he was in a foul mood. He’d be lucky to get through the pile of reports before supper time which might keep him from seeing you, making him even more annoyed. Not to mention that he got called out at the ass crack of dawn this morning (after you thoroughly wore him out last night) for a bullshit call the deputy could have handled on his own. He had told the deputy to report to him when he finished his rounds. He felt the need to vent his spleen on someone and that asshole had painted a target on his own back.
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Humming softly to yourself, you step out of the car, rearranging the flowers you’d picked for Lee and the hamper of food and drink. You know he’ll be working late, he always does on Mondays and comes to you moody and needy. This time you decided to do something different in hopes of making his Monday a bit more… palatable.
Locking your car, you walk purposely into the station. You ignore the knowing glances from the other cops, bored already with them, and stride into Lee’s office after rapping your knuckles on the door.
Lee sighs heavily thinking to himself, Fuck, can’t even get through the goddamn morning without one of these fuckers needing something. He runs a hand through his hair prepared to give a tongue lashing to whoever strides in when he looks up to see you. His countenance changes immediately as he takes the sight of you in.
pairing:lee bodecker x reader w/c:1,600 this is an explicit fic. 18+ only. part of my (closed) lake house getaway. warnings:omorashi (piss kink/holding kink), ddlg undertones, daddy kink, degredation a/n:based off the prompt ‘lee bodecker + patience’. thank you to a dear friend (who will remain unnamed) for brainstorming with me and providing some of the lines. you know who you are, you’re awesome. please be kind to me, this is my first time exploring my omorashi kink in writing. not beta read.
It had been a nice day.
Lee had taken you to the next town over for lunch, where a new diner had opened up and then a picnic in the nearby park.
Going out with Daddy was your favourite.
You’d have little adventures with him, and one way or another, you always ended up with a full tummy and pussy full of Daddy’s cream at the end of the day.
Although Daddy had been a little mean. He’d pumped you full of multiple water bottles, opening a new one as soon as you finished the last one.
It was nice to stay hydrated in the sweltering heat, but your bladder quickly started to fill with the never-ending succession of water entering your system.
By the time you returned to his cruiser, the sun beginning to set in the skyline, your thighs were clenching together.
You really needed to pee.
“Daddy.. Can we stop at a bathroom, please?” You begged, watching the way Lee’s eyes raked over you, a smirk forming on his lips at the sight of your tensed legs.
“No. You have to hold it, princess. We can use the bathroom at the station. I need to drop in on my way home.” There was something about the sultry drop in Lee’s tone that had your core tight for another reason. Daddy always affected you like this, your body responding to the slightest changes in his voice.
You waddled into the car, letting out a little whine as you got into the passenger seat, the pressure worsening. “Daddy… m’really need to go..”
“I said no,” Lee snapped, gripping your chin with his thick fingers. They still smelt like your wetness from when he fingered you in the park earlier. “I know you’re a dumb fuckin’ baby, so maybe you didn’t understand Daddy the first time. You will fuckin’ hold it.”
Tears welled in your eyes, your hips squirming into the plush seat.
Ithurt. Your fingers dug into your thighs as you whimpered.
“Tell Daddy what you’re gonna do, princess.”
“M’gonna hold it.”
Lee tapped your cheek with his fingers, giving a toothy grin. “That’s right, darlin’. You’re gonna hold it and not ruin Daddy’s seats. Otherwise, you’re in for a hard spakin’.”
You sat back in your seat, whining when you buckled your seatbelt, and Lee started the cruiser. The vibrations mixed with the pressure from the fabric made your need to go so much worse, and you looked longingly at the public bathroom as Lee pulled away from the park.
“Have some more water, princess,” Lee demanded, holding out the bottle to you. This had to be your sixth bottle by now, and it had your stomach churning as tears of frustration and need threatened to spill over.
“But.. But I’m so full, Daddy.” You took the bottle with shaky hands, watching the liquid swish against the plastic, the sight only making you want to piss more.
“You’re full when I say you’re full. We’ve got thirty minutes before we get back, and I don’t want you getting dehydrated in the sun,” Lee eyed your tears that began to trickle down your cheeks, letting out a low chuckle. “Fuckin’ crybaby. You need to piss so fuckin’ bad you’re crying about it? You’re just makin’ Daddy wanna pull over and fuck you ‘til you piss everywhere like a brainless puppy without housetrainin’.”
You sniffled with a hiccup, rubbing your eyes. “Bein’ mean, Daddy.”
“Oh c’mon, princess. I know how wet you get when Daddy treats you like a fuckin’ dog.”
He was right. Oh, he was so fucking right.
From his words alone there was a wetness pooling in your panties, a wetness that was going to get a lot worse if you didn’t get a bathroom soon.
“Now make Daddy proud and drink up. Don’t make me ask again.”
You knew that tone. The ‘do what I saw and don’t fuck with me’ attitude that Lee fell into when he’d had enough of playing around.
You wanted to make Daddy proud so fucking badly.
So, you took the cap off the bottle, ignoring the screaming pulses from your bladder as you swallowed the clear liquid.
Oh,fuck, this was so much worse.
A cold sweat began to form on your clammy skin, sweat beading on your forehead as you threw your head back against the seat and squeezed your eyes shut.
Hold it. Hold it. Hold it.
The chanting didn’t make the twinging pain lessen. Your free hand gripped your thigh, nails digging in hard enough to leave crescent marks in your flesh.
Not even the low drawl of the music on the radio could distract your mind enough from how much you needed to pee.
Maybe you could just let out a little? But Daddy would know. Daddy always knew. And you didn’t want to ruin the seats of Lee’s cruiser. He’d be so disappointed.
God knows how, but you kept drinking until the bottle crinkled empty. Time was an illusion as all you focused on was clenching as hard as you could the entire drive.
Lee may have been speaking to you, but nothing registered as your breathing turned laboured.
Everything hurt. Your entire being felt as if you could combust with how badly you needed to piss.
You couldn’t piss yourself. It was shameful – humiliating. Daddy told you to hold it so you would. But God, you really needed to go.
You let out a whimper as Lee parked outside the station.
Finally.
Your toes were curling in your trainers as you wiped your damp hands off on your blue sundress.
This was fine. You could make it.
But as Lee opened your car door and helped you out, you realised you wouldn’t make it if you didn’t find a bathroom right now.
“Daddy,please, need da’bathroom,” your weak voice sounded, taking little steps as you clutched at your stomach.
“Patience, princess. Daddy just needs to say hi first.”
A sorrowful no left your lips as Lee pulled you into the main room, where there were several desks, and multiple deputies milling about on the evening shift.
“Sheriff,” one of them tipped their hat in greeting, and you watched in horror as Lee just stood there chatting with them.
You tried to sneak off, but Lee kept a firm grip on your arm that kept you unable to flee.
Hold it. Hold it. Hold it.
The sound of the bubbling water cooler invaded your ears like nails on a chalkboard as one of Lee’s deputies filled a cup of water, bringing it to you with a small smile. “You look thirsty, ma’am. It’s awful hot out there.”
Lee’s gaze turned to you. “Well, look at that fine hospitality. Drink up, darlin’, don’t wanna be rude now, do ya?”
You didn’t want to be rude. But you couldn’t.
“I—” You couldn’t even speak. Everything hurt. Your bladder pulsed painfully with each passing moment. “Thank you,” you squeaked, taking the cup with trembling hands.
It was like everyone in the station was staring at you, waiting for you to drink.
Okay, it’s just a little water. It’s fine.
You took a gulp, offering a weak smile to the deputy as he seemed content.
A wobbly gasp passed your lips as your bladder spasmed, and it felt like your heart was in your throat.
Lee was still caught up in idle conversation, and you knew how mad he got when you interrupted.
“Da—” You started, but your words got cut off by a mewl as a sharp pain shot right through you.
No no no no no no no.
You keeled over, abdomen convulsing as the first trickle of piss ran down your leg.
Oh no.
As soon as it started, you couldn’t tense anymore, your muscles weakened.
You started crying as you pissed on the linoleum floor, everyone in the room stopping to watch you.
It was everywhere. All over your dress, panties, socks and shoes, and the floor below.
Thank God none seemed to splash onto Lee.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, m’so sorry,” you sobbed, but the relief felt so good. It was as if you were euphoric as the pressure released, the pain subsiding so that all you were left with was a deep embarrassment.
You started crying harder when you looked around the room and saw Lee and his deputies laughing at you.
Lee’s hand moved to the back of your neck, grip firm as he forced you onto your knees, lowering your face so it was inches away from your mess. “What do you have to say for yourself, hm?”
“M’sorry, Daddy. Made me drink so much today, can’t hold it,” your skin felt hot with humiliation as your tears dropped into the piss below, and to your horror, more dribbled out of your bladder with a whine.
Lee’s still laughing at you as he pulls your panties tight against your cunt, watching as your piss dripped from the baby pink fabric. Your clit throbbed under the pressure. “Dumb baby can’t even hold her piss. You enjoy dirtying daddy’s work? Making a mess that needs cleanin’?”
You shake your head, your mind a mess of lust, shame and relief. You don’t think you could even talk if you tried. All you could process was how the fabric stuck uncomfortably to your skin, and everything was drenched.
“C’mon, stupid baby, stick that little tongue out and get to work lickin’ it up nice and good. If you’re a good girl, Daddy will let you hump his leg like a needy whore.”
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WARNINGS: This is smut. If you are under the age of 18, please do NOT read this. Swearing. Unprotected sex (always remember to use protection). Ddlg, step-father/step-daughter. Reader is legal age.
Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.
Summary: F/Reader is the step-daughter of Lee, who has taken care of her ever since her mother walked out on them. The two of them have always been able to keep the sexual tension at bay until one night.
YN’s POV:
It has only been a few weeks since Owen came into our lives. Our Mom went to jail. Him and Lee put his bedroom together and he was enrolled in school for the very first time.
His first day of school, not only was I nervous, but so was he. Owen doesn’t like being around new people and he has hardly left mine or Lee’s side since he came into our lives.
But the moment he saw a bunch of a children his own age, he relaxed somewhat and as he walked into the school for the first time, a few of the boys in his class came running up to him, asking him a bunch of questions.
Yes, Owen was doing just fine settling into life here in Knockemstiff.
But with an older child in the house now, Lee and I had to put some ground rules down.
First Lee put a lock on our bedroom door as we still very much needed alone time. When it is locked, that means do not disturb us unless there is an emergency. We went over what is an emergency and what isn’t.
But right now, Owen is at school. Ray and Don are having a nap in their room and my husband in laying on his stomach, with his head between my thighs, with his gorgeous mouth and fingers bringing me to my second orgasm of the day.
My legs were shaking around his head as I got closer and closer to the edge. “Right there Daddy.” I cried out as his fingers found that spot.
I whined as I came, my back arching off of the bed. My eyes closed as I enjoyed the aftershocks from my orgasm.
But Lee quickly sat up on his legs and slammed into me and didn’t move. His head fell to his chest and he let out a low moan as I clenched my pussy around his cock.
“Daddy.” I pathetically whimpered.
“Yes babygirl?” He southern drawl sounded even huskier as he answered me.
“Move.” I pretty much demanded, but he didn’t like that. I cried out as he slapped my thigh.
“You don’t tell me what to do darlin’.” But he started to finally move. Slowly at first. I wanted, no needed him to go faster, but I didn’t say a word. I knew he would cum and leave me there unsatisfied until he came home from work.
“Love this pussy, but I love that ass even more.” I shuddered as he pulled out of my pussy and he helped me get on my hands and knees, playing a pillow under my stomach.
I cried out as he harshly thrust two fingers into my pussy and then those same fingers he worked into my ass, stretching it.
But his fingers never stretch me enough, so I relax my body as best as I can as he slides into my ass.
Lee groaned loudly as he bottomed out. He was panting as I tightened my ass around his cock. I can feel his belly resting on my ass.
He pulled out and the pushed back in, roughly. I had to bite the inside of my cheek as not to wake our boys.
Lee set a brutal pace, going almost feral as he fucked my ass. I had my eyes closed, my own fingers were between my legs as I fingered myself.
“Open those pretty eyes.” Lee moaned and I did as he asked. The way how he had us, we were facing our dresser mirror.
Our eyes connected in the mirror and I moaned Daddy as that seemed to make his thrusts go faster.
He chubby cheeks were bright red and Lee was sweating but fuck, he looked good. “Gonna cum. Gonna fill this ass.” Was all he got out as he shouted my name as he came in my ass. His gaze never once wavering from mine.
He gave me a lazy smile and I moaned as he pulled out. He flipped me onto my back and went back to eating me out.
“Too much Daddy.” I whined.
“I know you didn’t finish with my cock in you and I never leave you unsatisfied.” Was all he said before his mouth and fingers brought me to my last orgasm of the day.
~
For once in what seems like a long time, life in the Bodecker household was calm. The three boys are doing wonderful.
Everything is good at work for Lee and my pregnancy is a bit easier this time around. At least I am not puking as much and that has calmed down during the third trimester.
Yes, life was going great.
But something just had to come a long and fuck it up.
~
It was Saturday and Lee was working and I was making lunch for the boys, when I heard the knock on the door.
I turned off the burners, grabbed the one of the kitchen knives and walked to the front of the house, wondering who could be on our front step during lunch.
I looked through the peephole and saw a man standing there. He had a leather jacket on, and his fingers were covered in rings. He was wearing sunglasses, even though there was no sun as it has been cloudy for a few days now.
I have never seen him before in my life and living in such a small town, you know everybody.
I locked the door as quietly as I could, hoping he wouldn’t hear the click. I turned around and held my finger to my mouth to let Owen know to be quiet.
“I know you’re in there. I just want the boy.”
I turned and looked at Owen. I mouthed ’hide’to him and he ran. I didn’t open the door until I knew he was safe. I have no idea where he went too but he was out of sight.
I unlocked the door and and swung it open, with the knife pointed at his face. He looked oddly familiar as I got a good look at him, but I just can’t place him.
“No need for the hostility Ma'am. I just want the boy and I will be gone.” He isn’t from around here. I am thinking more Boston area.
“The only boys here are my boys, now leave before I call cops.”
“If it is only you and your sons, then why the knife?” He was trying to get me to talk more. Maybe to get a layout of the house, or try to catch me off guard and barge his way into my home.
I didn’t answer him. I just closed the door in his face. Locking it and I even put a chair under the door handle to make sure it was even more secure.
I heard what sounded like a motorcycle leave the front of my house. Now his outfit made sense.
I went around the house and closed all the window coverings. I called for Owen to come out of his hiding spot and he was covered in dust.
“Are you okay?” I asked him as I looked him over.
“Yes.” He said to me quietly.
“Go have a quick bath. Lunch is almost ready.” I ruffled up his hair and gave him a smile.
I checked on Don and Ray and they were good. Getting grumpy as it was almost lunch but nothing I can’t handle.
I put them in their highchairs, and gave them their lunch and hoped they actually eat most of it.
As all three boys were occupied for the time being, I grabbed the phone and dialed the one number I know better than our own phone number.
Lee’s direct line at work.
Lee Bodecker’s POV:
The Station is just a mad house today. For some reason, these bikers stopped at the edge of town at the dive bar.
When it came time for them to pay their tabs, well let’s just say Johnny who owns the bar, is now in the hospital.
Limbs broken. Face so badly beaten in, you can hardly tell it is him.
But one of the waitresses he is fuckin’ hid in the back and saw it all. She called us and the whole department descended onto the bar and arrested anyone we could get our hands on.
I have just returned to my office, hoping for some piece and quiet when the phone rang. I groaned as I knew this day was never going to end.
“Sheriff Bodecker.” I gruffly said as I answered the phone.
“Lee.” I heard the sound of her voice and I couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on my face.
“Hello Darlin’, it was like you read my mind baby.” She always knew when I needed her.
But as she told me why she was calling, the smile disappeared from my face. YN described what he was wearing.
Almost exactly like what every single person we just arrested, was wearing the same outfit.
“And he wanted Owen?”
“Yes, he said he just wanted the boy.”
“Did he say why YN?”
“No, but I do have an indication on why he wanted him. Lee, Owen looks like him.”
At that moment, a fight broke out in the station and there was screaming and yelling.
“We will talk about this more love but I gotta go, I love you.”
“I love you too.” And she hung up the phone. I slammed the phone down, not caring at this point if I leave it off the hook as I had shit I have to deal with.
~
It was well past the time I was supposed to be home. It was all hands on deck at the Station to get everyone processed.
I pulled into my driveway and sat in my car for second. I called YN just before I left to say I was coming home and nothing was going to get in my way to get home to her and the boys.
But as I stepped out of my car, I realised I wasn’t alone. I heard movement behind me and I had my gun drawn and pointed at the person.
He didn’t flinch. He had a toothpick in his mouth and he was leaning against what I assume is his motorcycle.
This must be the fucker that came here earlier and demanded that Owen be handed over.
“Evening Sheriff.” He said as he stepped away from his bike.
“Only goin’ ask this one time, what do you want?” My gun was still on him.
“Just the boy.”
“Turn around and leave this town if you know what is good for you.”
“Not without my son. You have two boys from what I can see Sheriff. You understand.”
“Get off my property and leave my family alone before I arrest you.” He looked like he was going to say something else, but he held is hands up and got on his bike.
“I’ll be seeing you around Sheriff.” The bike roared to life and the asshole drove off. I never once lowered my gun.
Not until I knew he was gone. I quickly got into my house and locked the door behind me.
Now to talk to YN and see about making a trip to the women’s prison to see what the hell we are up against.
