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not mad anymore

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ. pairings: lee bodecker x f!reader

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ. warnings: 18+ smut! minors dni! breeding kink, size kink, hickeys, choking, spanking, degrading, overstimulation, oral (f!) p in v, shower sex, drunk sex, brief oral (m!), multiple positions, fingerfucking, squirting, cum play, nickname of daddy. pretty much porn without a plot

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ. word count: 4,563

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ. a/n: this is my christmas present to all of you guys 💕 i really hope you guys enjoy. for the rest of the year (literally the last few weeks lol) i wont be writing, i’m taking a little break so please take this as an offering 💓 tagging some hodeckers: @marvel-3407 , @maladaptivexxdaydreaming , @lfnr-blog-blog-blog , @tumblin-theworldaway , @constancelaufeydottir , @jamesbarnesjr, @commonintrest , @simplystevies , @sweetdreamsbuck

lee had been gone, all day. he wasn’t usually the type to not let you know when he was gonna be late from the station. nevertheless, he didn’t text, didn’t call, showed no signs of letting you know he was going to be late.

sighing, you tossed dinner in the trash, it was long cold by now and starting to get bad. he wasn’t going to be home for dinner, which was two hours ago, so what was the point in keeping it? you were disappointed in him, this wasn’t the first time your husband ditched you without telling you and you had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last.

but you stayed.

you sometimes questioned why you stayed if he didn’t give you the decency to let you know when he wasn’t going to show. but the ring on your left hand told you enough, you vowed to stay through thick and thin.

but your patience was running thin.

upset, you locked the front door, grabbed a bottle of wine and a glass, shut off the lights and went straight to the bedroom shutting the door. you didn’t want him to see you when he got home; he didn’t deserve the privilege to see his wife waiting for him like you usually did. all you wanted to do was take a hot shower, drink your glass of wine and pamper yourself. he can sleep on the couch.

pouring the red wine in the glass, you undressed and turned the water on to the hottest setting, your back and shoulders aches from being out in the garden all day, picking ripe tomatoes for the dinner you prepared tonight. they were delectable, and you were disappointed lee wasn’t there to try it.

as you sipped on your wine and stepped into the shower, you heard the faint jingle of lee’s keys work their way into the front door. you never locked the door before he got home, so he knew he fucked up. you closed the glass door tp the walk in shower and set the wine glass down on a ledge, leaning your head back and getting your hair wet, massaging some good smelling soap.

the sound of lee’s boots were prominent through the empty hallway, turning the bedroom door and dropping his coat on the bed, along with his hat.

he didn’t have an excuse as to why he was late, things ran behind at the station, and he wasn’t able to reach out. he hated that he couldn’t even send a damn text to his wife saying he was going to be late.

as you lathered the soap in your hair, the bathroom door opened, letting in a cool front of air from the bedroom.

“darlin’?” his voice was soft through the mist from the steaming hot shower. he saw the bottle of wine on the counter topped and sighed defeatedly. when there wasn’t dinner waiting for him, the front door locked and a bottle of wine in the bathroom, he messed up bad.

“what.” you spoke harshly, cutting through the tension easily as he tossed his boots off and unbuckled his slacks, undressing and pulling the glass door open. he stepped in with you, his frame taking up a lot of the room with his tummy brushing up against your lower back. his hands went to your hips, fingers delicately pulling you close to him.

“m sorry was late, didn’t tell you.” his lips were close to your ear, the smell of your shampoo was intoxicating and only made him feel more regretful he was late. you splashed some water on your face with your back still to him, seeing how far you could go until he started begging for you to look at him.

“baby” his voice was soft but stern, making your tummy flutter. you hated when he spoke to you like that because he knew it would make you weak in the knees. however you held out, still ignoring him.

his hold on your hips tightened and he pulled you to his hips, his hard cock pressed into your ass. of course he was turned on, when was he not? he found it insanely hot how you were ignoring him, angry at him. because he knew he could fuck you so stupid you’d forget in the first place why you were pissed.

“c’mon baby, i said i was sorry.” his teeth took your earlobe in between and nibbled softly, down to your neck, his soft lips drawing you further and further towards him and submitting. but the discarded food in the trash made you remember why you were so angry.

“no.” his ears perked up at your defiance, never having heard the word slip past your lips so easily before. guilt swam in his chest as he realized just how much he fucked up.

“shit.” he turned you around so you were facing hung your eyes looking up at him with sadness and anger, and a hint of lust as you felt his cock rub against you softly. he held your face in his hands, his thumbs over the apples of your cheeks and pressed a soft kiss to your nose before meeting your eyes.

“i’m really sorry, darlin’. i don’t have any excuse. i know i fucked up. let me make it up to you.” you nibbled on your bottom lip in thought, knowing that if you continued to be angry, the makeup sex would be incredible. you pursed your lips together, licking you tongue on your bottom lip before speaking.

“you gonna fuck the anger out of me or what?” you were being bratty, a groan left lee’s lips as he pressed his to yours, messy and sloppy, biting lips and teeth scraping against each other as your tongues met. he needed to make it up to you and he needed to get his cock wet and in your asap.

“turn around.” he ordered, and you listened, even if you still were pissed. you put your hands on the cool tile of the shower, sticking your ass out and pressing your cheeks up against the shaft of his cock. his hands massaged the globes of your ass before a harsh strike came down, watching the skin jiggle on impact and a red hand print on your skin. you moved your hips to shake your ass on his cock and he knew that if you kept going he’d cum on the spot.

lee was a hard man to please, but when it came to you, he could cum just thinking about you, what your mouth does and how it feels around his balls as you jerk his cock in your hand from the spit moments prior when you sucked him off. or the way that your tits bounced with each thrust as he fucked you into the matress, your nipples hardening each time he smacked your tit and a sly smirk on your lips as he wrapped his large hand around your neck.

the size comparison between the two of you was astounding and you were sure the first time you got fucked by him, you were split in two.

lee was a grower, definitely not a shower and you absolutely loved the stretch when he pushed in.

just like he was trying to do now.

his hand wrapped our his shaft as he jerked it a few times, smearing his pre-cum over himself and your folds as he spread your ass cheeks apart, the tip of his cock pushing into your entrance teasingly, just enough to have you whining.

“you want it baby?” he was teasing you and if he didn’t know any better you were gonna press your ass straight on him if he didn’t stop.

“need you lee, make me forget why i’m pissed.” he groaned at your words, knowing that was exactly what you wanted when you got out the bottle of wine. the head of his cock pushed in, feeling your lips open around him and welcome his cock, making a strangled moan come from his lips as he relished in the warmth and wetness of your cunt.

“never get tired of this pretty pussy, you know that?” he leaned back just a bit to watch as he pushed his hips further into your cunt, your walls pulsating around him telling him he could never leave.

and he’d be damned if he did.

the stretch burned until he bottomed out, moaning at how well you took him.

“babygirl, you take my fat cock so fucking good, you love it don’t you? love feelin’ your sheriff in your belly like this.” his hand reached around and pressed against your skin, his dick making a small bump with how deep he was inside of you. you could only moan back in response, head dizzy and lust clouding your judgement to even give him an answer.

he chuckled behind you at your moan, knowing that whatever you were angry about was out of your mind. the water ran down your back and onto his dick that was nestled snug inside your cunt, your back was arched and your hands were flat against the tile, making you look like a work of art.

he was always grateful how easily you submitted to him, even if you were angry or upset. you knew in the back of your mind no one would ever make you feel as good as lee does.

you grew impatient, your hips moving to their own accord, the soft skin of lee’s dick dragging against your walls, clenching around him to milk his cock of all he’s worth.

lee didn’t like that though. he wanted to fuck you, not the other way around.

“needy little slut aren’t you?” the growl emitted from his lips went straight to your core, your walls clenching him and he knew degrading turned you on, but he never knew it turned you on that much. a smirk arose on his lips and his hand snaked its way around your neck, his thum and forefinger on the sides of your skin pressing hard. he pulled you towards him as he started to move his hips into your ass, the lack of oxygen getting to your head and making your heart beat faster with the momentum his cock was slamming into you.

“think it’s okay to fuck yourself on my cock like that? take control whenever ya want?” the back of your head was against his shoulder, his belly rubbing against your lower back and the tip of his cock hitting that sweet spot deep in your cunt. you had never known any other man to hold the girth and length that lee did.

“n-no..” you could only manages to get out one words as you moaned though the lack of air you were getting. the blood rushed to your head and only made your body tingle more with lust and need, feeling like you were on cloud nine.

“course you do, tried to do it just now. think imma forget that?” course he wasn’t, he never forgets the way you look at him when you were in the mood to control him but he wasn’t, he never forgets the bratty behavior you often exhibit when you want your way and he wasn’t giving it to you. lee made sure to let you and others know exactly who you belonged to.

that included fucking you in the backseat of his cruiser in the back of the parking lot at his station, your hands pressed against the foggy window as his cock drove in and out of your cunt. as well as in the back of a movie theater when you feigned innocence when you went one summer without panties and the shortest fucking dress you owned. he made sure your mouth was stuffed with his cock as he fucked up into your throat making you gag, but coo’d softly. “don’t want everyone to know you’re chokin’ on daddy’s dick, so i suggest you stay quiet.” and your eyes looked up at him with tears running down your face and saliva down your chin as he kept his cock in the back of your throat brushing the skin.

“fuck baby, you know what’s so perfect about this pretty little cunt?” his fingers let up on your throat as he went to play with your breast, pinching your nipple and pulling at it as his lips went right to your neck, sucking harshly on the skin and making a mark.

he didn’t wait for you to answer, he knew already your mind was turned to mushed as he fucked you brainless.

“that it’s all mine to fuck. it’s all mine to breed if i want to, shit baby, knowing that i could get you round with my babies right now makes me wanna bust.” you let out a moan as his words, the thought of getting knocked up with lee’s kids made his cock slide in and out of your cunt easier and he noticed. oh boy did he notice.

“that shit turn you on, baby? you wanna get knocked up so bad don’t you?” you only nodded as you turned towards him, his lips pressing against yours and biting your lower lip before pulling away and pushing you up against the wall. you hissed at the coolness against your nipples, your hands being gathered by lee’s and behind your back at his belly, finger nails pressing into the palm of your hand.

his other hand pressed your face against the tile, your cheek against the cool surface and your as was stuck out so much that he was able to thrust deeper inside of you; if that was even possible at this point.

“there it is. just like that, baby. fuck, wanna stay in this cunt for hours.” you felt a tight knot in your stomach as you squeezed his dick, and a moan left his mouth as he felt your warmth tug on his cock as he was thrusting back in.

“want me to stay that bad, huh? don’t worry, gonna make you cum a few times before i fuck my cum up into you. what positions you want baby? i know a perfect one.” before he pulled out, his thumb swiped over your clit making your thighs tremble, keeping his cock in you as best you could while you moan against the tile, the sound echoing through the fogged up bathroom. you didn’t know how long the two of you had been fucking in the shower but you didn’t care. you needed to cum on his dick and that’s exactly what happened when he quickened his pace.

“good fuckin’ girl. listening to daddy so well, aren’t ya?” he pulled out and flipped you around, his thumb going to your bottom lip as he pulled down on it and you opened your mouth, sucking his thumb clean of your slick. he watched with dark eyes, mouth slightly agape and his cock throbbing against your thigh. you could tell how wet you were, your legs hadn’t been under the running water and with the way your thigh was slick with your arousal you might as well have been under the water.

“c’mon, i ain’t done with ya yet.” he turned off the water and pulled you out of the shower, turning you around and pushing you on the counter, your hips digging into the marble. the mirrors were foggy and you could only see the faint outline of the two of you in the reflection, until his hand wiped the condensation off and you finally saw how absolutely wrecked you looked.

your wet hair was sticking up in places, your eyes were nodded and filled with lust and there were deep purple bruises on your neck from where lee had sucked and marked you.

you wore your marks proud around town, sometimes even wearing shirts and dresses that showed as many as you could. you usually got concerned stares as you were walking with the sherriff, his arm tightly around your waist and your hand in his back pocket comfortably. but you didn’t care, you adored wearing the marks made by lee. you might even say you loved feeling owned by him. it prided you to know that you were able to get the sherriff wrapped around your finger in town, not anyone else.

“shit baby, you look absolutely wrecked.” he held his cock in his hand as he rubbed the tip against and through your folds making you mewl in need. you didn’t dare press your ass closer to him, knowing that you’d get punished for it. all you knew was that your count was empty without him in you, and you needed him back inside you now.

“actually baby,” he pulled you up by your hair and you let out a loud moan, the pull of your hair going straight to your cunt as your cheek was met with his lips as he spoke against you. he turned you around and lifted you up on the counter top, the bottle of wine sitting close to you as you took it and took a swig, handing it out to him. he smirked as he grabbed it and drank some, his hand still fisting his cock as he watched you pant softly, eyes trailing up and down his naked body. you were the only one to ever make him feel wanted. he put the wine bottle back on the counter top and pushed the head of his cock back into your cunt.

“wanna watch this greedy little cunt take this fat cock.

covered in your cum as i fuckinto you.” our head fell against the mirror as he pushed all the way in, hands on your thighs and fingers digging into the skin, sure to leave bruises in the morning. his hips moved to their own accord as the wine both settled into your body, your moans dancing together as you both felt the ecstasy of fucking when angry. it was something the two of you never did often, but when you did it was heaven on earth.

his hand went to your face, wrapped around to the back of your head and pulled you forward, his forehead pressing against his as your eyes trailed down to where his cock was pushing into you.

“watch as i destroy your cunt baby. don’t fuckin’ look away.” you did as you were told, not wanting to look away in the first place. the prominent vein under his cock rubbed against your sensitive walls as they fluttered around him, and he could feel your pussy gripping him like a vice.

“gonna cum, darlin’?” you nodded, your eyes not leaving his cock disappearing into your cunt. it made you wetter just watching you take all of his girth over and over again as his balls slapped against your ass, the sound making everything else drown out.

“go ‘head baby. go on and cum on my cock.” you let out a choked moan as he spoke, a quick flick of his wrist and you were cumming all over again as he fucked into you. he meant it when he said he was gonna fuck you stupid, to where you couldn’t even remember why you were mad in the first place.

with the dick and the wine, it was working.

his hands went under your thighs as he hoiseted you up, your arms wrapping immediately around his neck and his cock never leaving your cunt as he carried you to the bedroom. he wanted to stay in your cunt for as long as he was able to, even when he was on the move with you.

as he went into the bedroom, he dropped you and your feet landed on the plush carpet, you felt like your legs were gonna give out with the two orgasms you just had. he tossed his hat and jacket on the floor, getting on the bed and leaning back, his hand fisting his cock as he watched you lean against the end of the bed post to catch your breath.

“lee.. i cant..” you panted out, looking at him and he growled, crawling towards you and his hand wrapped around your throat. his lips were dangerously close to your as he spoke in a low tone.

“you can and you will. i know that stupid brain of yours can’t think right, but we both know how much you want my cock inside that cunt. know how much you want me to fill you to the fucking brim with my cum.” the words he spoke lit a fire in your stomach and you could only whine in agreement. he was right, you always needed more from him

he saw you press your thighs together and a smirk was on his lips as he leaned back again, his hand on his cock and the other behind his head. you crawled up on the bed and although your legs felt like jelly as you hiked a thigh over his, the feeling went away instantly as you felt the tip of his cock push into your over sensitive walls. he tossed his head back and groaned as you bottomed out, your ass pressing against his thighs, his hands going to your hips immediately.

“fuck.. lee..” his hands gripped at the name and you knew you made a mistake. he sat up and grabbed your throat pulling you close to him again, and a moan escaped your lips.

“wrong fuckin’ name darlin’. wanna try that again?” you nodded as best you could as you let out a moan as his other hand lifted your hips up enough for him to fuck up into you.

“daddy.. shit.. your cock..” you could only let out a few choked moans and words as he choked you, but you didn’t care. the lightheaded fuzzy feeling came back, and you were instantly relaxed around his cock letting him slip in with ease.

“you’re gonna make me cum in this tight cunt and then i’m gonna eat that pretty pussy of yours, got it?” you could only nod as his cock drove into. you never felt this full of dick until you met lee. there was something about the way he talked down to you when he fucked you into oblivion that made you wet, the way he mandhandled you and made sure you knew you belonged to him. he loved it though, you knew he did. he was possessive as fuck, making sure to greedily make out with you in front of men who were around your age, knowing they were never going to taste your sweet nectar on their tongue like he did almost every single night.

he was pussy whipped for you, the way you sucked him in every single time, he couldn’t think of anything else other than the way he fucked into you and how you gripped him, not wanting to let go.

he let go of your throat and you let out a breath moan as you sat back and started to move your hips to meet his thrusts. his hands went right back to your hips.

“just like that baby. ride my fuckin’ cock. you take it so good, god damn.” he watched as you met his thrusts and went to play with your clit, your thighs clenching and walls fluttering around his dick. he knew you were close, and if he wasn’t mistakened, how hard you gripped his cock told his you were gonna squirt. he couldn’t have that though, he needed you to do that shit on his tongue.

he grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand away from your clit, shaking his head.

“know that pretty pussy was about to fuckin’ squirt. wanna taste that shit on my tongue mixed with my cum. wait.” you whined at the command, wanting nothing more than to just cream on his dick.

“p-please..” you begged, hands digging into his skin as he fucked up into you at a fast pace. he shook his head.

“i know you’re cock drunk on me right now, but you are not allowed to cum. understand?” you cursed under your breath as you felt the tight knot get bigger and bigger, but insureds you squeezed the life out of his dick as he felt his balls tightened.

“keep fuckin’ squeezing me baby. gonna fuckin’ cum.” his moans were sinful as you get your grip on him, making it harder to thrust into you and that’s what he liked.

you reached around and started to play with his balls which triggered his orgasm, a loud growl leaving his lips as he held you steady and shot his hot cum deep into your cunt. you could only moan with him as you felt him fill you up, eventually it leaking out of your cunt and down his balls and onto the bedsheets.

“on your back. now.” you nodded, not wasting time as you clenched your cunt to keep his cum in you, rolling off and getting on your back squirming to be touched.

he moved in between your legs and pushed them apart, his large hands covering most of the skin on your thighs. your pissy was glistening with his cum and your arousal, his cum leaking out of your abused and swollen cunt. he could tell it was throbbing with the way you were clenching around absolutely nothing.

he took his fingers and scooped some of his cum that left your cunt and pushed it back into you, your quivering hole reacting immediately.

“daddy.. oh god..” your hands went to his hair as his tongue flicked your clit and he pumped his two fingers into you.

“what were you mad about agains darlin’?” he smirked against your clit as you tugged on his chestnut locks, the sinful tongue flicking in circles. his mouth closed around your clit and sucked harshly, his thick fingers curling to hit that spongy spot in your cunt.

“c’mon baby, just a second ago you were whinin’ like a bitch in heat to cum. give it to me, baby.” you mewled as your back arched off the bed, his mouth sucking on your clit and his fingers thrusting in and out of your sopping cunt, the sound of your wet pussy turning you closer and closer to the edge.

“that’s it.. fuckin’ give it to me.” you could only tug at his hair and the vibrations of his moans against your clit made you squirt on his tongue as he scissored and curled his fingers that fucked his cum back into you.

“oh god.. daddy! fuck!” the moans filled the room and made him smirk against your cunt, lapping up all the cum that you gave him mixed with his. the taste of you was addicting and he wanted to keep tasting you.

“fuck baby. you taste so damn good.” his fingers slowly pumped in and out of you before he took them out and watched the rest of his cum that didn’t stick, leak out and over your quivering asshole at the orgasm that washed over your body. you were trembling, and you let out a moan as he blew on your cunt.

“dumb baby, you know i’m no where near done with you, right?”

Laisse tomber les filles Masterlist

Summary: You find yourself ostracized on campus by your shyness, but your reticence won’t deter an unwanted suitor.

Status: Finished

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omg this was so amazing 👏🏾 I love how Andy was so protective of the reader ❤️ but I hate Lee (Lee is a dirtbag) even if his played by a sexy fine man like seb

For A Price

Summary: 'It was more than clear that the two men had their own personal dispute outside of the current situation but that was none of your concern. Whatever it was, they could settle it without you. Or so you hoped.'

Pairing: Andy Barber x Black!Reader, Dark!Lee Bodecker x Black!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY. THIS IS A DARK FIC. PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS BEFORE READING. Prostitution, explicit language, oral (m rec), threats involving a gun, car sex, sexual coercion, NON-CON, anal sex, crying, hair pulling

Notes: So fun fact-- this is the second fic I've ever received a nasty comment on and the first fic to get a racist comment all in one.

After two hours of sitting in the police station you were finally free, reclining back in the passenger seat of the Audi as Andy drove down the road. You were relieved when he answered your annoyed and panicked phone call, his voice immediately comforting you as he promised to be at the station to get you as soon as he could. Now you could breathe again.

“Thanks again, Andy. Sorry you had to come all the way out here. I know it’s a pain.”

Andy quickly flashed you a smile. “How many times have I dropped everything for you now? You know I don’t mind, Y/N.”

His hand came to rest next to yours on the center console, his knuckles barely brushing yours, and you felt a warm rush run through you. It was the same one you always felt whenever you were with Andy. You both had a rather close friendship with each other stemming back to the first time you met him when you got your first collar for soliciting. It still shocked you that a man of his caliber took pity on you enough to help you out but he did and afterwards he slipped you his card.

“You ever need help again, just call.”

For a while you forgot about the number, having tucked the card inside a pocket of your purse where it stayed until you wound up being carted to the station once again. He never so much as scolded you when he finally got to you, instead making sure you were okay before he posted your bail and dropped you off back home. From then on, you developed a sort of bond with the sweet lawyer; He never once judged your line of work but he always made sure you were safe. If he happened to see you out, he would stop and chat with you, maybe even take you to get a bite to eat and a hot cup of coffee. Andy Barber was a good man. Far too good to be helping you out as much as he did.

Andy had pretty much heard it all where you were concerned:

“Why are you helping her? She’s a lost cause.”

“Look at what she does. Let her sit in a cell, it would serve her right.”

“She’s just using you. Stop being so fucking nice to her.”

All of it was spoken with so much disdain and disgust that he had to bite his own tongue to keep from reminding those same people that they were anything but saints and had no right to judge you. None of those things ever deterred him though. Deep down, even though he knew better, he couldn’t help but care for your well-being. As much as he wished you were doing anything other than allowing strangers to use you as their personal toy, he knew better than to voice his opinions. All he could do was hope you stayed safe at the end of the day. He could only imagine the creeps who got to touch you, what they did to you behind closed doors. It burned him up inside, a smoldering flame that grew if he thought about it for too long. Too many times he wanted to bring you home with him and every time he had to remind himself it wasn’t his place to do so, not unless you asked. And you never did.

How he wished you would.

“I feel like I need to repay you for all the times you’ve saved my ass. You’re probably the only person who looks out for me honestly.”

“Sometimes we all just need someone to check in on us. I don’t mind. I never have.”

“There has to be something I can do. Coffee? A beer? Dinner?”

“Just knowing you’re okay is enough repayment. Now stop naming things,” he shook his head. That soft smile of his made his cheeks rise.

“Fine, fine. I’ll just continue freeloading until you get tired of me.”

“That could never happen.”

He looked over at you with sincerity in his eyes and suddenly a wave of shyness hit you, making you avert your eyes to the dark road ahead. You swore this was his superpower. No one else made you feel like this but Andy. He was a charming son of a bitch for sure. Silence stretched on for a few long seconds before something came over you, a swift kick of bravery that made you lean over the console and plant a kiss on Andy’s cheek.

“Thanks for being so good to me.”

Andy felt heat rise in his cheeks as he turned to catch your eye. You were so close he could faintly smell the tea tree oil wafting off your hair. The shimmering coffee colored orbs of your eyes never looked as beautiful as they did right now. For a second Andy forgot all about the road you both were on, his attention glued to your face and how much he wanted to kiss you. The light rumble of gravel beneath the tires finally brought his eyes back to the road as he cleared his throat and quickly straightened the wheel. He looked so flustered that you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Sorry if I caught you off guard.”

“It’s uh…,” Andy paused to clear his throat again, “it’s fine. Just unexpected is all.”

The more you watched him try to collect himself, the more you wanted to litter kisses all over his face. He deserved something for always coming to your rescue and if he wouldn’t accept you buying him dinner or a drink, maybe he was willing to accept something else.

“Do you maybe…want to pull over?” you asked. Your fingers trailed down the bearded curve of his cheek.

Andy gave you a glance out of the corner of his eye before he nodded wordlessly. The car veered off onto the shoulder and came to a stop before Andy shifted into park. Removing his seatbelt, he turned to face you and you were on him before he could even speak. Your lips molded to his softly at first before Andy deepened it, his hands grabbing your face and pulling you closer. A moan hummed softly in your throat and you could feel Andy’s lips curve into a smile. Pulling away from you, his forehead rested against yours.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”

“Should’ve made a move then, Barber. Kept a girl hanging long enough.”

You both smiled and Andy stroked your cheek. “Can I make up for lost time?”

Peering up into his cerulean eyes, you swore you could have melted into a puddle right there in the passenger seat. “I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

Your lips met again, this time with more fervor than before. You dared to let your tongue tease against Andy’s lips and he parted them allowing you to explore further. The way he cradled your face with such care made butterflies erupt in your belly. It had been far too long since someone treated you so tenderly. With so many men carelessly using you and groping at every turn, you were starting to think a soft touch no longer existed. You should’ve known Andy was the exception. Of course he was. Your hand gripped at the lapel of his jacket before pushing beneath it, your fingers feeling a broad chest beneath the dress shirt Andy wore. Even under the fabric you knew he was well built, the definition evident against your wandering touch. You journeyed further down until you felt the cool leather of his belt against your fingertips. When your movements paused, Andy pulled away from your lips again. Your eyes flashed up to his, your question silent in them. Andy did the work for you, one of his own hands moving down to undo his belt with ease. Giving you a small grin, he nodded silently urging you to continue.

The button snapped open between your fingers and you pulled the zipper down, the sound seemingly amplified in the otherwise silent car, and pushed your hand inside the opening of his slacks. Soft cotton brushed over your fingers, the material shifting from the weight of Andy’s growing erection. You dared to feel over his bulge and you were surprised at how thick he felt. Andy tried not to move but he couldn’t stop himself from moving into your touch. His cock bobbed slightly under your touch. A smile curved along your lips as you nestled your nose against the pulse point rapidly beating against Andy’s neck. His expensive cologne tickled your nose in the best way and all you wanted then was to completely drink Andy Barber in, get lost in him.

“Relax for me, okay?” you murmured into his skin.

The responding thick swallow Andy gave made you place a kiss on his jaw before you focused your attention on what rested inside his boxers. You slowly unsheathed his cock and bit your lip as you took in the sight. He was so big and warm, a large vein running up the side of his shaft that you couldn’t wait to feel with your tongue. Pulsing in your hand, you swore you could feel him growing harder from your touch and it made you salivate. Giving him a few firm pumps, you leaned over the center console and gave a teasing kitten lick over the crown. Andy watched you with an intense stare, his hands flexing with the need to pull your clothes off and touch every part of you that he could. This wasn’t exactly how he imagined having you but it would be a lie for him to say he wasn’t happy regardless. He relaxed against the headrest and allowed you to lavish his cock with your tongue while your lips wrapped around his head.

“Are you going to tease me forever, honey?”

A sultry chuckle sounded in your throat before you took all of Andy in your mouth and swallowed him down to the root. The hiss he let out made pride swell in your chest. All you wanted to do was make him feel good. Your tongue swirled around his warm length while you sucked, your hand steadily rotating at the base. The taste of precome spreads over your tastebuds and you hum softly as you get lost in giving Andy pleasure. Soft praises and chants floating off his lips make you clench your thighs together, your pussy getting wetter the longer you draw the words from Andy’s mouth. You hollowed your cheeks while Andy watched from above proudly, his hand soothingly rubbing at your lower back in a way that shot tingles up your spine. It would have been next to perfect had the sound of knocking against the window not startled you both into quickly stopping. You sat up in time to be greeted by a flashlight shining through the glass.

“Shit,” Andy muttered. He shoved his cock back into his boxers before zipping up his pants.

You moved back over to your seat and placed your head in your hand, shame overtaking you. Andy exhaled before rolling down his window. You didn’t expect to see someone you and Andy both knew peering into the window, a slanted smile on his face.

“Evening, Barber,” Lee said. Shining the light into the car, he saw you trying and failing to hide your face. “Well, well look who it is. Not even away from the station a whole half hour and you’re going back getting into trouble again, Y/N.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest and it wasn’t even because you were caught. This happened enough that you were used to the usual song and dance. However this instance was different from the past; Lee Bodecker was the local sheriff and a “friend” —you used that word loosely— of yours. Once or twice he pulled strings of his own to get you out of trouble and maybe once or twice you thanked him in a way that made it so he would let you slide on the off chance he caught you slipping again. Looking at him now though, you can’t quite decipher the look in his eye but you don’t care for it. And something tells you he might not be as generous as he was in the past.

“You’re the last man I would’ve expected to find out here getting… serviced. From Y/N no less.” You didn’t miss the wink he threw your way.

“This isn’t…it’s nothing, Bodecker. And I’m sure you’ve let worse people off for less. What do I have to do for you to look the other way on this?”

Lee shifted the toothpick in his mouth as he chuckled, flashlight still shining in your face. Resting an arm on the top of the car, he leaned into the window.

“Well hold on now, Barber, who said I was letting you off?”

“Lee, please,” you spoke up with wide, begging eyes.

“You both know I wouldn’t be doing my job if I just let you go.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time now would it?” Andy muttered.

That set Lee’s mouth into a thin line, all traces of humor gone. It was more than clear that the two men had their own personal dispute outside of the current situation but that was none of your concern. Whatever it was, they could settle it without you.

Or so you hoped.

“I could always bring you both in. What would it look like with the hot shot lawyer sitting behind bars for getting caught up with the local whore? Remind me, when’s the next time Jacob is supposed to come up for a visit?”

“Don’t ever fucking mention my son again,” Andy snapped in Lee’s face.

Lee sneered at him. “And what about you, lil lady? My boys and I have been nice enough to let you skate on by for a while now. All it would take is a word and maybe a few videos for you to be spending time in a cell for as long as I see fit.”

Anxiety ran through every nerve in your body and sweat started to bead at your hairline. The threat of tears burned the back of your throat. Lee could see the fear in your eyes and it tickled some sick part inside of him.

“Please don’t. I’ll do whatever I have to do, Lee, please. I can’t go to jail.”

“Y/N stop talking,” Andy warned.

“No, let her finish, Barber. She was starting to speak my language.” The tone of his voice, the implications lying underneath it, made your stomach turn. “You said you’d do whatever you had to. Sure about that?”

You weren’t but you just wanted all of this to be over and fast. Ten minutes of suffering was worth some freedom. Right?

“Y-yes.”

“Y/N,” Andy said.

“Y’know I’ve had about enough of you talking,” Lee piped up. “This girl could be your ticket outta here. So if I were you, I’d shut the fuck up and let her help you.”

“And if I don’t?” he challenged.

Lee smirked and a couple seconds later, the gun appeared. You let out a loud gasp as you backed into the passenger door. Andy stiffened as Lee pushed the barrel of the gun into his temple with a menacing smile.

“I’d hate for her to have to clean your face off the windshield before I bring her in. Not a very dignified way to go out in my opinion.” When Andy didn’t speak up again, Lee nodded as if he was satisfied. Looking back to you, he said, “Why don’t you join me in the backseat?”

You tried to open your mouth but words failed you. Tears stung at your eyes and you tried your hardest to keep them at bay but one managed to slip free and cascaded hotly down your cheek. With a shaky hand, you opened the door and got out but not before giving Andy one last look. His jaw tensed but his eyes held nothing but worry for you.

“I’ll be okay,” you promised.

If only you believed it.

You and Lee both slip into the backseat at the same time, his gun still trained on Andy behind the headrest. Shifting his toothpick between his lips, he gives you that smile that now makes your skin crawl. If only you asked Andy to take you back to his place. If only you hadn’t kissed him. If only you had kept your hands to yourself. You wouldn’t be in this situation now. Lee reclined in the seat, his jacket slipping open to show off his belly tucked inside the shirt of his uniform.

“No need for those tears now, honey. It’s gonna be alright. You’ll treat me as good as you were treating Mr. Barber, right?” You nod wordlessly as you work up the willpower and swallow down the bile wanting to rise in your throat. “That’s good. Been aching to get a piece of you again for some time now. Better make it worth my while.”

He motions to his pants and you take the hint as you start to work his belt open with fumbling fingers, your sniffles filling the eerie silence of the car. The sound of his zipper is amplified as you slowly slide it down. He helped you open the flap of his boxers and he fished his cock out where it stood proudly, waiting for you to tend to it. He was thick and heavy but not like Andy. His head was angry red, his shaft throbbing. It looked fitting for such a selfish piece of shit like Lee and now you were about to welcome him into your mouth once again.

“No, no honey. Not your mouth this time.” You stopped and met his eyes glowing sinisterly, the corners creased from his smile. Dread filled your entire body. “You know I’ve always been an ass man. I wanna feel that tight little hole stretching just for me.” More tears fell and this time you let them. Lee tucked his finger under your chin and swiped away the salty trail with his thumb before tracing it over your bottom lip. “You’re getting all wet in the wrong place, sweets. That’s alright, I’ll help you out. If you’re good, Barber, and you keep your fucking mouth shut, maybe I’ll let you fuck her pussy when I’m done,” he called up front.

Through the rear view mirror you could make out the quiet rage simmering on Andy’s features. Lee’s rough hand pried your thighs apart and he brazenly grabbed at your crotch. You cursed the fact that your panties were still wet from before and you knew Lee could feel it, his fingers rubbing the wet spot repeatedly. Licking his lips, he hummed appreciatively.

“Go ahead and take those off.” You did as you were told, trembling hands working the material down your legs and dropping them on the floor. While you stared down at the garment, Lee spit into his palm before stroking his cock. As if he truly cared enough to get you ready to take him. “Alright now honey, make me proud.”

He yanked you over onto his lap and you rolled your eyes up to the ceiling in a silent prayer that this be over and done quickly. Humiliation flooded you as you braced against the seats and allowed Lee to situate you over his erection with a bruising grip. He guided his head through your wet folds to gather what he could before breaching your ring of muscle. You bit your lip to stifle sounds of your protest and let your tears roll freely down your face. Lee stretched you painfully but within seconds your body was adjusting to his careless intrusion and he was singing his praises with panting breaths.

“Atta girl. Tight little hole on you. Should’ve broke you in way before now.”

Lee moved his hips under yours and you fought to keep your mind focused on anything other than what was happening now. Your body, however, was steadily betraying you, your pussy soaking from the added stimulation. Lee’s soft grunts got more passionate as he reached around to circle his fingers over your clit.

“Don’t,” you cried pathetically. You were too scared to push his hand away. Not that he would have let you anyway.

“Can’t go neglecting this little pussy. She’s crying for me, sweets.”

Emotions conflict inside you– anger, embarrassment, shame– and it takes every bit of energy you have not to let the building sobs you feel in your chest overtake you. You want to scream at Lee to stop violating you. You want to beg Andy to save you. The gun still trained on him though tells you that even if Andy wanted to save you, some weight on the trigger could easily stop him from doing so. Your eyes drifted up to the rearview and there you saw those amazing baby blues filled with their own mixture of anger and pain. You didn’t see how hard he was gripping the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white and shaking. The car rocked from Lee’s movements, his thrusts getting more desperate as your body reacted to him. You hated yourself when a moan slipped free, evidence of pleasure you didn’t want to feel in this moment.

“Hear that, Barber? She can’t even control herself,” Lee drawled.

Andy felt the tick in his jaw. His body was on fire. He knew your noises weren’t because you liked any of this but a spark of jealousy still hit him all the same. Your moans and cries made a sad little song, Lee’s pleasured grunts adding to it. The fingers circling your clit slipped down before pushing past your slit making you feel even more full. A trembling breath racked your body and you felt that telltale coil winding up in your lower belly.

“All those cocks you take and still so fucking tight. Maybe you just needed the right man to really break you in, huh?” A sob shakes you but Lee is too far gone to care, another sick laugh leaving him.

You can feel an orgasm fast approaching and as much as you hate that Lee is giving you this feeling, you take it as a sign that all of this is close to being over. Lee fucks into you harder and you know he’s close. His panting breaths become harsher, strings of curses falling out through gritted teeth.

“You gonna come for me, sweets?” When he’s met with silence, his hand quickly fists into your hair and pulls back until you hiss in pain. “Answer me, girl.”

“Y-yes,” you whimper.

“Yes, sir. You got better manners than that.”

“Yes, sir.”

The words leave a sour taste in your mouth but there’s no time to dwell on them when Lee pushes his fingers back inside you and curls them until he reaches that little spot that makes your eyes slam shut, stars bursting behind your eyelids. Your sobs mix with your moans until you’re unsure of which is winning out. Your pussy gushes all over Lee’s digits and he laughs triumphantly before he finally crumbles, heavy groans filling the car as his warmth fills you. When you’re sure he’s done, you scramble off his lap and huddle against the door. His sated grin makes your stomach turn and you want so badly to slap it off his face.

“You got what you wanted, Bodecker. We done here?” Andy asked.

Lee tucked his softening length away with a satisfied sigh. “I think you’re free to go.”

You furiously wiped the tears staining your face as you slipped your panties back on, your eyes never once netting either of the two men.

“Y/N get back up here.”

You fumble for the door handle before Lee stops you with a hand on your leg. “We’ll hold on now, I said you were free to go. I was just starting to have fun with our girl here. In fact, I think I wanna make a little arrangement.”

Lee Bodecker x Pregnant!Female Reader

@jack-skellingtons-stuff, you pretty much gave me free rein here, and I just ran with it. I saw ‘sensitive nipples’ and this just wouldn’t go away. I hope you like it!

Prompts for this one were: overstimulation, ‘I didn’t know your nipples were so sensitive’, and ‘We’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still so horny?’ I adjusted these slightly to fit the story, and Lee’s strong, southern drawl. 

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, very mild daddy kink, overstimulation, mild lactation kink, fingering, vaginal sex. 18+.

Word Count: 1.2k

He was insatiable, hands barely ever off you since your belly had started to swell. Your breasts were swollen, his attention solely focused on your blossoming curves for weeks now, soft praises and sweet nothings whispered into your ear at any given opportunity.

Your pregnancy had well and truly turned Lee soft, and you couldn’t get enough of his affections.

“God darlin’, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful like this.” He crooned, his stubbled cheek grazing against the column of your throat as his fingertips danced across your aching nipples, you areolas darker now. “Never seen anythin’ as perfect as you like this.”

He’d woken you from your slumber, his tongue hot against the flesh of your inner thigh, cunt already leaking with the evidence of your prominent arousal. You’d been constantly throbbing for his touch lately, your hormones a mess, thighs clenching in desperate need each time you got a whiff of his strong cologne.

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Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Lee Bodecker

Summary: The newly-single sheriff sets his eye on an unexpected match.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

‘Really. Ur gonna ignore me.’

The latest in Greta’s endless texts pops up. Thankfully, the shitty reception blocks out most of them and they dump in bunches you can easily swipe away. You ignore her shallow pleas for the carnation badge you’ve been diligently stitching away at.

Your eyes are bleary from squinting and the fatigue tugging at the corners. Another day at the hotel leaves you with barely enough energy to enjoy your time off the clock. You pick away at the pink petals until your head threatens to split from the deep furrow in your brows.

You sigh and pack up your kit, setting it aside and pushing yourself off the floor. Ugh, you’re too young to be this achy. You yawn and stagger out of your room, puttering through the house lazily. It isn’t until you get to the kitchen that you notice the silence.

There’s an unbaked meatloaf on the counter, the oven preheated, and potatoes half-peeled. What the hell? You take a bottle of orange cream soda from the fridge, the special ones your mom gets you, and set off in search of your parents.

Your father’s voice is the crumb trail that leads you to your quarry. Your dad’s on the front porch, hands on the railing as your mother stands at his shoulder. The screen door snaps shut behind you, announcing your arrival abruptly. You follow their gaze to the police cruiser pull across the driveway.

“What’s going on?” You ask as you twist the cap off the bottle.

“We should be asking you,” your mother turns with arms crossed.

“What do you–”

“Taught you better than to steal,” your father hisses as he shifts back to glare at you.

“What are you talking about?” You shake your head.

“Now, now, we ain’t laying any charges…yet,” Bodecker comes up to the steps, previously obscured by the tall post, “just some questions.”

“Questions? About?” You hold the cream soda, untasted. “Mom, dad?”

“Go on,” your dad sneers, “talk to him.”

“Honey,” your mother turns on you, “so disappointed.”

“I didn’t do anything…” you murmur.

“Maybe ya didn’t but I still needa ask ya some stuff,” Bodecker insists, a sneaky wink behind your parents’ back.

You huff. What do you do? You could refuse and tell them how he tried to chase you down in his cruiser but you really don’t think it’s any more believable than it was yesterday. You tramp across the porch and descend the steps, staring at the sheriff.

He beckons you away from the porch. You follow warily. You don’t trust him but you know refusing will only make you look worse. It’s grade school all over again. Your parents always believed the principal over you.

“How ya doin’, darlin’?” He asks as he puts a hand on his hip, kicking out one foot as his stance pushes out his stomach further.

“What are you doing here?”

“Ain’t no way to speak to an officer,” he girds, “ah, ya know, we gotta call from the grocer… says someone snatched some gummy bears on their way out with a cone.”

“Huh?” 

“It’s just candy but it’s still a crime,” he tuts.

“I wouldn’t– I didn’t–” You sputter.

He smirks. Is he lying? Or did Greta swipe something? You wouldn’t put it past either of them.

“I’m not accusin’ you, I just wanted to give you the chance to clear your name,” he taunts.

“You know it wasn’t me,” you utter.

“Do I? I barely know ya,” he scoffs, “and it ain’t for lack of trying.”

“The store has cameras, doesn’t it?” 

“Mm, I thought so but turns out they’re decorative. Deterrent more than functional,” he snickers as he reaches to adjust the bolo tie at his collar, “so all I got to go on is eye witnesses. Supposed I could ask Grety girl.”

The pet name makes your stomach churn. Greta will already be pissed at you for snubbing her, you don’t doubt she’ll happily throw you under the bus, or the police cruiser, for a two dollar bag of candy.

“And if I tell you the truth, that it wasn’t me,” you challenge.

“Your word against hers,” he shrugs, “isn’t it?”

You look at him. His eyes gleam victoriously. He’s got you in a corner. You glance over as your dad sits on the porch, your mother’s shadow behind the screen door.

“What do you want?” You ask as you face him again.

“Just a ride along, darling,” he says, “won’t take long at all.”

You frown, your tongue bitter. You shudder and blow through your lips. What choice do you have?

“I’ll have you back by curfew, don’t you worry,” he chuckles.

“Fine,” you sniff, “fine, I… just need to grab some shoes.”

“Good girl,” he praises and reaches for the bottle in your hand. He takes it and sucks on the neck, downing nearly half of it, “sweet…” he muses, “bet you’re sweeter.”

You scowl and turn away from him. He can have the damn cane soda. You stomp towards the porch as he strides coolly behind you. Your mother opens the door as you approach.

“She’s just gonna come make a statement at the station,” Bodecker explains, “ain’t nothing wrong. Just to clear her name.”

“Oh,” your mother touches her chest daintily.

“We’re not paying no fines for you, girl,” your father growls.

You sidle past your mom and grab your slip-ons. You toss them on the porch and step into them before stomping back to the steps. You don’t say a word. You don’t need the sheriff digging you a bigger hole.

“Shouldn’t be none of that,” Bodecker says, “but she might wanna get better friends.”

You march towards the cruiser defiantly. He’s right. You wouldn’t be in this mess if it wasn’t for Greta. But she isn’t your biggest problem. No, he’s got your soda and a smirk on his face.