#lee bodecker reader inserts

If I thought that maybe having him would help this infatuation disappear, it’d become clear by now that it wouldn’t be the case at all.

“And here I was, thinking you wanted me just as much as I wanted you.” The Sheriff tsked, and the sound went straight to my already dampened underwear. I couldn’t process his words very well, given how close he was and how loud my own heartbeat was ringing in my ears. Did he mean to say that he actually really wanted me?

“If that was really the case,” he taunted, circling me like I was some sort of prey. “You’d always be expecting me, wouldn’t you? But it’s alright, honey. You know why?” When I shook my head, he answered his own question, a single finger running down my jaw to guide me to look him in the eye. “Because I think you were expecting me. You’re always expecting me, looking for me wherever you go, just like I do. And there’s an easy way to prove my theory.”

Before I could question it, his arms embraced me from behind, hands slowly running down my stomach until they reached the edge of my skirt. I started sweating in anticipation. I knew what he would find.

“Let me check.” His fingers went over the fabric first, and he chuckled when he noticed how wet it was. “Would you look at that?” I was already trembling when he pulled my panties to the side and ran that same digit over my lower lips, just lightly grazing them. “Soaked already.”

Although I couldn’t see it, the humming sound he emitted after taking his fingers from under my dress didn’t leave me any doubt about what he did with the moisture he collected. Just the thought of him enjoying my taste that much had me weak in the knees, and I tried to keep myself up by reaching for a chair nearby.

Lee’s P.O.V.

I chuckled to myself at how sensitive she was, barely able to keep up with the little I’d done so far. Then again, it was clear I had a particularly strong effect on her. That had been obvious for a while, ever since she started working for my sister, probably - around the same age her womanly features began to stand out.

She seemed unable to look me directly in the eyes, always averting her gaze and biting her lower lip when I decided to stop around here for a coffee or check in on the little rugrat. I began doing this a lot more often after she was hired, but neither her nor my sister seemed to connect the dots.

Her innocence, her beauty just left me so fucking hard. I was hard right then, and I wanted her to know it. So I pressed my body against her back, lightly grinding my member against the curve of her ass.

“I suppose you’re finished for the day,” I speculated, knowing once the kid was out all she had to do was wait for my sister and her husband to arrive. “Guess I can help you unwind…”

She gasped when she felt my hardness, making me chuckle. “Your sister and her husband should be back soon…” She tried to reason, but I wasn’t having any of it.

“We’ll be quiet anyway. Can’t risk waking up the kid.” I gripped her wrist and pulled her on the direction of the guest bedroom, now fully unable to control myself. I was so close to having what I had wanted for so long.

She looked unsure of herself as I closed the door behind us, and I raised an eyebrow in a questioning look. “What’s wrong?” She shifted her weight from one foot to another, fingers playing with the hem of her skirt.

“I-I don’t know about this…” Chuckling, I approached her to cradle her face between my hands and deposit a kiss on those sweet lips.

“Don’t you trust me, pretty girl?” I had caught her now, we both knew it. She’d never risk disappointing or offending me, so when her mouth opened to explain herself and I raised an eyebrow in warning, it was only a matter of seconds until she closed it altogether and nodded, her eyes dropping to her feet.

“Yes, I do.” My smirk was full of victory, and I could taste it in my lips now. It was as sweet as the nectar between her legs I’d only had a taste of.

“There you go.” Approaching her once more, I settled my hands on her hips before leaning to kiss her shoulder. “Besides…” I continued, already bunching up her dress to get rid of it as quickly as possible. “You obviously need me to take care of you and this little wet hole.”

She bucked when my fingers rubbed her this time, dress already forgotten on the floor as I slowly shoved down the fabric of her underwear to join it. Once she was completely naked, I ran my digits over her cunt, verifying that her wetness was already so overwhelming that it was threatening to drip from her.

“So sweet.” I hummed once I wrapped my lips around those digits, tasting her on my tongue again. Yes, I was already obsessed. I think anyone who had the chance to try her nectar would understand my situation - but no one ever would.

She was mine now, and I would never let her go.

“C’mon, bunny.” Patting her ass, I directed her to the bed, chuckling at how embarrassed she seemed, being this exposed to my hungry gaze. “Be a good girl and spread your legs. Be my little angel, won’t you?”

I wished I could have done this somewhere more private - my own house, instead of my sister’s. But I just couldn’t wait anymore. My cock twitched inside my pants. I felt like I was drunk on this, drunk on her.

“C’mon, honey!” I repeated, lightly slapping the outside of her thigh. “I wanna fuck you. And I know you want to be mine, pretty girl. You can’t hide it from me.”

When she finally relented and slowly parted her beautiful legs for me, I nearly melted at the sight. Driven by my desire, I unbuckled my belt and worked to whip my cock out as quickly as possible, smirking at the wide, innocent eyes that settled on my member as I fisted it in preparation.

“Doesn’t it look good?” I teased, climbing on the bed to take my spot between her legs, rubbing the head of my dick against her slit. “I’m gonna have you taste it next time. But for now…”

Resting my forehead against hers, I slowly started to penetrate her tight pussy, slipping only the head at first, even though I was aching to fuck her throughly.

“This is gonna hurt a little,” I warned, not able to stop mid-way to let her adjust but keeping my invasion of her maidenhood slow until I had bottomed out inside of her. “Sh…” I tried to calm her, gently wiping away the few tears running down her soft cheeks. “I know it hurts, bunny. But you can take it, can’t you?”

She managed to nod despite her whimpers, and I brushed her tears away as I warned her, “I’m gonna make you feel so good, honey.”

It took a little while, but at last, she opened her eyes and I waited until she was able to focus them on me again. “You look so pretty, bunny…” I whispered, kissing her while I finally started to move inside of her, stopping only to moan out loud at her overwhelming tightness.

“I’m gonna train you until all you can think about is my cock,” I warned her, slowly pulling out until only the head of my cock was keeping her open.

“I can’t wait any longer.” Slamming my dick all the way in, I felt her nails running down my back, leaving trails of blood behind - trails I wouldn’t mind wearing under my shirt, sting as they might.

“I promise you, honey…” I panted, sweat already dripping from my forehead onto her pretty face. “You’re gonna miss me when I’m not inside of you.”

I kissed her cheek, rubbing my nose against it as she held me tightly against her. “I know you don’t want any of those boys you used to go to school with touching what I’ve already taken.”

She nodded quickly, my pretty little honey. Yes, she was mine already and she knew it. “It’s alright, pretty girl…” I soothed her as she started to whine, her cunt clenching deliciously around me. “It’s alright, cum with me…”

She closed her eyes when she met bliss, but I kept mine wide open so I wouldn’t miss her perfect expression of pleasure. It was almost enough to keep me hard, but I wasn’t as young as I once was.

I never pulled out of her tight heaven, keeping her body snuggled against me. I was happy that I decided to be patient, if it meant I now got to have her like this.

It was the first time you got sick in over a year of marriage

And he had no idea what to do to help you get better

So he just climbed on the bed and gathered you in his arms

Because having you in them made him feel better

Which admittedly, was a bit egoistical on his end

But you didn’t seem to mind it by the time you woke up to find your very serious husband looking intently at you

“What’s wrong?” You asked, reaching out to cradle his cheek gently

“… I feel guilty,” he’d end up admitting, cringing internally at himself

“Why?” You’d question, sitting up on the bed to look at him properly

“It’s not your fault. I’m just a little under the weather. It happens sometimes.”

He’d groan, pulling you to his lap so he could bury his nose on the crook of your neck

“Remember how you were when you had flu a few months back?”

He’d mumble something against your skin, but it was unintelligible

“What was that?”

“That’s exactly why I feel guilty!” He’d complain once he managed to separate himself from your warmth

“You took such great care of me, I want to do the same to you.”

You’d coo at your husband’s ways, because really, who wouldn’t?

“Awn, honey, the difference is that back then, you told me what you needed to feel better,” you were quick to reassure him

“And I know you’d do anything to please me, but I’m perfectly fine just being with you right now.”

You’d pull him to lay down in bed with you again

“I promise you it’s alright, honey. Just… don’t leave me, okay?

And with a kiss to your temple, Lee would assure you, “Never.”

It had to escalate eventually

And thankfully for Lee, you were more than eager to help ease his tensions when he suggested it to you

“W-what do I do?” You’d ask the first time you agreed to try it out, eying the bulge on his pants wearily

“Jesus fucking Christ, you really are innocent, huh?” He’d chuckle

“Come here.”

He’d take your hand in his, using it to rub his hard-on

And he’d relish in it for a little bit, allowing you to get acquainted with it

But of course, he’d get fed up with it fairly quickly

“Let me unzip this for you.”

You’d gasp when his naked cock was exposed to you for the first time, feeling your whole body grow warmer at the sight of it

Especially with the way Lee held it, slowly jerking it off

It made you feel things good innocent girls like you definitely shouldn’t be feeling

And the way your panties felt drenched was definitely a testament to that

But when you reached over to take it in your hands, he did call you a good girl

In fact, when you hesitatingly leaned over to give it an experimental lick, he wrapped his hands around your hair and moaned, “Yes, good girl”

And you wanted to keep hearing that

So you did as he said and wrapped your mouth around the head of his member, sucking lightly

That earned you a loud, “Fuck,” that scared the hell out of you

But as his hands went back to your hair, caressing your scalp, you relaxed once more, slowly taking more and more of him in your mouth

“Such a good girl for me,” he’d whisper, fascinated by the sight of you patiently swallowing him. “Letting me use your mouth.”

You didn’t know what it was

Maybe the idea of him using you

But his words made you moan around his length, which quickly made things spiral out of control as Lee instinctively thrusted up into you, choking you on his cock

It’d feel so fucking great that he wouldn’t let you come up for air

“Oh, fuck, don’t stop,” he’d groan, followed by another, “fuck.”

All while you were quickly becoming a drooly mess all over him

When he did eventually let you go at your own pace, he’d reach over and lightly spank your ass before grabbing it

“Can’t wait to teach you other things,” he’d whisper, fingers dancing over the edge of your ruined underwear

Which meant that every drunk mess of a man who found themselves in the only bar in town at 9PM on a Thursday currently had their eyes set on you

“Why are you alone, baby?” Ron, a guy you’d always known for his constant state of disorder in his life, mind, and attire, took a seat next to you

You tried to hide your scoff, but the smell of booze on him made you dry heave

Thankfully, you didn’t have to deal with him for long

A familiar figure soon appeared right over his shoulder, hands on his hips as he stared at the drunk man by your side

“You better get out of here before I throw your ass in jail for the night, Ron.”

You shivered at the authority in his tone

Sheriff Bodecker had always had a peculiar effect on you, even as a young girl

Something that didn’t escape his eyes, even though he never treated you as anything other than what you were - a little girl

Everything had changed now, though

You were back and you were famous

And you were definitely of age now

“And you,” he turned his attention to you now that Ron had disappeared and the rest of the drunk men had scattered, too scared of Lee acting all authoritarian

“You should know better than to go to bars alone around here.”

“Actually, you shouldn’t be going to bars around here - or anywhere else.”

You laughed lightly as he pulled you away from the bar and in the direction of the familiar vehicle that he still drove

“So you’re gonna take *me to jail, Sheriff?”

Lee’s head snapped to the side, surprised by the question

“Of course not! I’m taking you home! Get in!”

You pouted but did as he said, trying to ignore how soaked the entire situation had made you

Lee looked like he had a hundred things he wanted to say, but was refraining to do so, so you just chuckled under your breath and waited

It would eventually come out

“You can’t behave here like you do in your movies,” he grunted suddenly, picking up your attention

“You’ve seen my movies?” They were honest-to-God movies, but you knew they featured some scenes of you taking part in more… sensual activities

“Of course, I did.” He seemed almost offended that you’d think differently, but in all the years Sheriff Bodecker had been friends with your family, you’d never seen him do anything just for leisure

Except drinking, of course

“And what did you think of it?” You pressed, almost giddy in thinking of what the Sheriff saw you doing

He glanced at you a few times before clearing his throat like he was buying time to find an answer

But you already knew what that meant

So you leaned over him, a hand on his thigh as you asked in his ear, “Did you touch yourself while thinking of me, Sheriff?”

Lee’s heart felt like it would fly out of his mouth

You were someone he knew as a kid, and even though you most definitely weren’t anything innocent anymore, he still felt guilty for what he did

All guilt went out the window when your hand covered his crotch, though

Your sinful whisper asking him, “Will you show me how you do it?”

It stirred a carnal hunger deep within Lee

A desire to have you writhing underneath him

Especially when you pressed, “How do you touch yourself when you think about me, Sheriff?”