#soft!lee bodecker

~ He’s a traditional man at heart so on your first date he came with flowers and insisted on picking you up, protesting when you told him you could just meet him there. You were happy to go straight to the venue but he was having none of it, shutting down such suggestions borderline aggressively - outraged at the notion of you travelling by yourself when he’s the one who asked you out, so he’s going to pick you up. You soon acquiesced, there was simply no room for argument. 

~ Later, he drove you home at the end of the night with no expectations but a chaste kiss and a big smile. Not that you should be fooled into thinking he’s a puritan or anything like that…

~ Once you see more of each other and get to know one another better - it’s like a switch has been flicked. He’s all over you - fingers dangerously low on your back, his nose nuzzling your jawline at the movies, his arm tight around your waist as he approaches you from behind…(‘Can’t help myself around you darlin’). He holds you possessively when you’re out in public, a clear indicator to any wandering eyes. His touch is such a constant presence that you find yourself longing for it when he’s not around.

~ He’s brash and straight talking on the job (‘I gotta be, buttercup’) - asserting his authority with no fear of raised voices and ruffled feathers if needs must. But for you, and for you alone, he’s soft. Gentle. A sucker for the pleading in your eyes and the way you look up at him longingly. He’d give you the moon if you asked him sweetly enough. The locals joke that you must be made of strong stuff to date the hardass Sheriff, and you smile knowingly, but the truth belongs only to the both of you.

~ You bicker sometimes. Doesn’t every couple? Nothing big, just the usual squabbles. Chores. Money. Sometimes his brashness gets the better of him. But he hates leaving fights half finished, a flash of panic in his eyes when he thinks you might walk away with this dark cloud still hanging over you both. (‘My mama didn’t leave me much, but she taught me never go to bed mad’). He doesn’t mind if you yell at him, or need some time to walk it off, but he sure as Hell won’t let you sleep without at least one of you saying sorry first. 

~ In bed he’s insatiable. It caught you off guard the first time. Despite the extra heft on his frame his stamina is unmatched. You feel like you’ve run a marathon each time he’s finally through with you. Every inch of your skin thoroughly kissed, every freckle explored and caressed, every sound or gasp wickedly pulled from your lips. He leaves no stone unturned, the intensity of his care for you only matched by his sheer desire for you. He likes it from behind. He likes it laying down. He likes you on top as he lazily rolls his hips and looks up at you through hooded eyes. His gaze burns into you as if he can’t believe you’re here. You’ve never felt so attractive in all your life.

~ He makes self deprecating jokes about his weight and insists he’s giving up candy, playfully prodding his tummy as you lay side by side in bed. You scowl and chastise his criticisms. He’s perfect as he is. He wouldn’t hold you half as well if he were just skin and bones, you tell him. You kiss the softness of his belly and grip the sturdiness of his thighs and make it clear that you love all of him - no matter how much candy he eats. He almost blushes, surprised by your forthright speech, nodding in submission - ‘Well I know better than to tell a lady she’s wrong’ he plays it off, chuckling, too embarrassed to let vulnerability peer out. But underneath his heart tugs and thumps, almost dizzy with the knowledge that you unashamedly desire every part of him. 

~ One evening you walk through town, happily full from a late dinner and lightly buzzed on a couple of glasses of wine, you catch him smiling at you and you smile right back - doing everything you can to try and remember this moment. Keep it in your back pocket for when times are tough, a snapshot of when you felt perfectly happy and at ease with your life and desperately in love with the man you shared it with. Something to retrieve again and again when you need it, a soothing balm never too far away.

“Yeah, tank you Daddy.”

“Anytime, sweetheart. Can’t believe the nerve of this town, makin’ this winter so cold an’ dry. My poor baby’s hands are freezin’ right off. Don’t even get me started on that diner, my little baby shouldn’t be stuck back there washin’ dishes. Hell, you shouldn’t hav’ta work at all.”

You had just come home from a long shift at the diner, trudging your way through mud and snow alone in the cold. If you had known Lee was coming home early from the station, you might’ve walked faster or even asked him for a ride home.

Lee kissed your forehead as he continued massaging your hands. “Wish you’d told me you’re workin’ tonight, baby. Could’ve stayed with you at the diner as you were closing up, I know you don’t like bein’ there after hours. ‘Specially if you’re alone in the back. And then I would've stopped by the park for a bit, let ya stargaze before we headed home.”

Lee gently placed your hands in your lap before getting up, causing you to whine at the loss of contact.

Lee chuckled and held your chin, tracing your pout with his thumb. “I’ll be back in a minute, sweetheart. Just goin’ to check on the oven. dinner should be ready soon.”

He walked away, leaving you to slump on the couch. You admired his form as he leaned over to check on the meal roasting away. Lee looked especially handsome to you in his pajamas.

After you entered the house tonight and he saw the stress you were holding, he suggested taking a bath together. He knew you’d feel better having washed the day off of you. He also sensed that you were needing to regress, and a warm bath followed by changing into soft pajamas all while being doted on by your Daddy would get the job done.

The warm bath helped a lot at making you more comfortable, but there was an aching in your bones that only Lee could fix.

“Needs just a few more minutes, darlin’. That okay?”

“Yeah, just wanna snuggle with Daddy,” you said, still slumped over the arm of the couch.

The drive up to the secluded cabin was absolutely wonderful. The spring foliage was lush and glamorous, each tree was an enchanting green that seemed to shimmer as the wind carded through the bushels of leaves. You oo-ed and aah-ed at the flowers as Lee drove the family car down the isolated road, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on your heart. He strummed his thumb across the knuckles on your intertwined hands as he pulled up to the quaint cabin your friends lent to you for the week. 

“We’re here,” Lee said and shut the engine off.

“Oh, would you look at that!” You exclaim under your breath as you took in the neat little structure.

“Pretty neat-o, or whatever those kids say,” he joked with a smile, earning a hearty laugh from you. 

“Lee, baby, never say ‘neat-o’ again, please,” you giggle and get out of the car, grabbing your bags and skipping to the front door. 

Lee followed close behind with his half of the luggage (the heavier half), and the keys. Once the door was unlocked, you were skipping right inside to explore the rest of the cabin and unpack. 

“Isn’t this just the prettiest place you’d ever seen?” You muse aloud as you wander through the oddly spacious cabin. The walls were clean, polished oak, painted a sweet cream color that was easy on the eyes, the floors were oak as well, but the stained wood floor in the hallways were covered by a running rug. 

“Babydoll, I’ve seen a cabin before,” Lee sassed playfully. He chuckled when you gave him a look. “Yeah, it’s pretty, alright.”

“Mmhmm,” you tease with a giggle before setting your luggages on the ottoman at the foot of the bed.

You unpack rather quickly, Lee wasn’t a heavy packer since his time in the war. Once you hung the last of your dresses, you were immediately drawn to the large French doors at the other side of the room. Looking through the panes of glass, you took it all in. Lush cascading vines and limbs covered in leaves and flowers filled every corner of your view. The sound of birds singing their lovely melodies is carried on the gentle breeze, and you can’t help but smile.

The wood floor of the cabin creaked softly underneath the relaxed gait of your husband. The heat from his strong body offered another layer of comfort to the atmosphere around you. He sighs as he brings his large hands to your waist, resting his temple against yours as you both look out on the picturesque landscape before you. The gentle woodsy scent of the earth mixed well with Lee’s cologne. You lean back into his firm chest on instinct, the action always made Lee smile. He loved knowing that you wanted him near you, that your body naturally sought his out for comfort. 

“Let’s get somethin’ to eat then we could go for a walk, how’s that sound?” He offers in a hushed voice.

“You want to go for a walk?” You tease with a grin, turning to look at Lee.

“Yeah, s’a beautiful day, it’d be a shame to waste it bein’ inside,” he smiles back, he was in a good mood, “besides, I gotta stretch my legs out after all that drivin’.”

“Alright, Sheriff, I’ll make us somethin’ t’eat,” you chuckle and press a kiss to his lips. He hums when your lips touch his, his hold keeping you from getting too far just yet. He brings you in for another kiss, this one was deeper than the first, less innocent. It left you both wanting and hungry for more. 

“Go, before I change my mind ‘bout that walk,” he grumbles with a grin into the kiss, he gently nudges you away from him to control himself. You chuckle and shake your head as you playfully shove him back and head for the kitchen. He watches you leave with the same happy grin on his face, he couldn’t help but peek at your curves as you go down the hall. Lee sighs and turns back to the view, opting to stand in silence as he waits for you to finish making lunch for the two of you. 

The silence that surrounded him was welcomed, he shut his eyes and strained to listen for anything. He heard the birds chirping, the wind rustling the leaves and branches, the cabin creaking and settling around him, and then your distant humming in the kitchen. No cars racing by the house, no phone calls from Bobo, no sirens, no deputies, no cases— just this. It was a heaven curated just for the two of you. 

And Lee was going to enjoy every moment of it. 

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“Welcome home, Sheriff.” You say, brandishing a weak smile and greeting your husband as he walked in the door. Normally at this time, you’d be downstairs in the kitchen, ready to serve dinner, but last night your heat struck you extremely hard, causing you to curl up in bed all day with the scent of your lover. Lee walks closer to you and sits on the side of the bed next to you, laying his hand gently on your thigh and earning and soft whimper from your lips.

“Baby,” he says, lips wet and eyes furrowed, “you’re all miserable. How can I help?”

He’s worried. You’ve had some nasty heats before, but never one this intense.

You look up at him, eyes tired and barely open, “Lee, I need you. Bad. Need your cock. Can’t wait.”

And yes, he feels the lust, but more so he feels the need to care for his darling omega.

“Just lay back darlin’. Jus’ like that. Atta’ doll.” He says, coaxing you into position.

He begins to fumble with a rubber from the side table.

“Lee,”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Told you I can’t wait. Just fuck me. Don’t care if you knock me up. It don’t matter. I can’t-I can’t take it. Thought about it all day Lee, want your pups. Wan’ be filled up ‘n carryin’ ‘em by mornin’ time. Please, Lee. Please.”

His cock hardens further, almost painfully, and he cups your face.

“Sweet darlin’, I hope ya feel all the love I got for ya. You don’t gotta beg. Gonna give it all to ya. I promise.” He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead and begins to tease your folds with his tip, enjoying the feeling of your slick on his head.

“Now, c’mon,” He whispers, his hot breath making you moan. “We oughta get started if we wanna make this litter stick.”

He inserts himself and gives you a moment to adjust. You beg for his movement, and he obeys. You are his, he tells you this over and over while intertwining your fingers, admiring your wedding rings.

“Ya feel my cock, sugar? Deep in that belly ‘a yours? ‘As where ‘m gonna put our pups. Nice ‘n deep. Make sure you're big n’ round in no time. Gonna cum deep inside this sweet little ‘mega cunt. Make sure ya feel me for days. Want you to be walkin’ around leakin’ a lil’ bit.”

You’re starting to fall apart. Words become incoherent. The only things that escape your lips are broken moans and a chant of his name.

“God, doll, you’re gonna be so fuckin’ gorgeous just waddlin’ ‘round this house. Don’t know if I’ll be able to keep ma hands off-a ya. Gonna keep fillin’ ya up, too. Gonna keep havin’ litters ‘til ya can’t take no more. Want this whole house just filled with our brats, baby.”

“Lee, oh God-” You cum with a broken cry. He is not far after. Lee keeps himself sheathed in your warmth for quite some time before pulling out and placing a pillow below your hips.

“I love you, sugar.”

“Mmm, Lee, I love you more.”

He held out his hand for you to shake it, and you did while telling him your name.

‘’Pleased to meet you, Sheriff.’’ You smiled.

He waved his hand around. ‘’Lee’s fine, sweetheart.’’ He pointed at the free booth next to him. ‘’May I sit? Or were you waiting for your boyfriend?’’

Smooth, Lee. Real smooth. He thought to himself.

He had only used his job as an excuse to introduce himself to you. The entire morning he had heard people around town talking about the new teacher, most of the men making comments at your beauty but nothing could have prepared him for the moment he saw you walk in with your gorgeous smile and shy demeanor. A woman like you probably had a husband and if not, a boyfriend at the very least but he still took a chance.

‘’Oh.’’ You chuckled. ‘’I stopped waiting a long time ago. Please, sit.’’ You smiled at him.

That was your first meeting with Lee, and for the rest of the summer it became somewhat of your own little ritual to meet at the diner every day for lunch until he had to go back to the station or on patrol.

Lee had been divorced for over a year, and it had been a very nasty divorce. He used to drink a lot, and he treated his wife like dirt until one day she had enough and she walked out on him. He didn’t blame her, he understood even but it still broke his heart. He quit drinking in the hopes that maybe she would take him back but too much damage had been done and he had to let her go. He had grieved and moved on but he hadn’t dared to go out on a date since then. Who would he have asked anyway? Most women in town were married or didn’t want anything to do with him so the thought never really crossed his mind.

Until you.

It took him the entire summer before he gathered enough courage to ask you out and he had been terrified you might say no. He doesn’t remember ever laughing this much with someone, not even with his ex-wife, and he didn’t want to lose that special bond.

Little did he know that you had, literally, been counting the day until he asked you out; not knowing if he ever would. He had told you everything from his drinking problem to his divorce and the fact that he hadn’t dated anyone since her. You didn’t really think he would ask you out, but a tiny part of your mind hoped that you might be good enough for him that he’d want to go out with you, even if it was just once.

You were a very odd mix between being optimistic and being pessimistic. One part of you was hopeful he would like you and the other part of you thought that was impossible. You were very confused with your own thoughts and feelings. So when he finally did, you almost pinched yourself to make sure you hadn’t been daydreaming again.

Of course, you had said yes embarrassingly fast but thankfully he had been too happy to notice how quickly you had given him an answer.

As the sheriff, Lee had a reputation to uphold. He was cold and distant towards his employees, but also towards the town folks. Everyone respected him, at least to his face. He was like this with everybody, everybody but you.

With you he was a big softie. He was always smiling and laughing and it made you feel that much more special. He wasn’t keeping you at arm’s length like he did with everyone else, on the contrary he was quite literally pulling you close to him. He often had an arm around your shoulders, a hand resting a little higher than your lower back or he was offering his arm for you to wrap your own around it as you walked together.

It wasn’t long before people started whispering about the two of you. It had started when they noticed you eating lunch together every day and it only got worse when word got around that you were officially dating.

You did your best to ignore the lingering looks or the not so discreet whispering wherever you went, Lee told you it was just jealousy or hatred towards him and that you shouldn’t worry about it.

You were doing a pretty good job of it, that was until school started and you had your first day at work. The kids had been too excited about seeing their friends again and figuring out which classes they had and with who, to be causing any problems.

The parents, especially the mothers, on the other hand were a very different story.

Lee’s job made it sometimes difficult to spend time together. There are times when he’d work all day without having a second to sit down, other times he’d work until the middle of the night and on some occasions it was both but he promised that for your first week of work, he was taking Friday night off and he was going to take you out to celebrate.

You had been excited and looking forward to it all week.

Friday afternoon, you waited until the final bell rang and you gathered all of your things that you’d need for the weekend and put them in your bag. To your dismay, before you could even exit through the front doors you could see the mothers all gathered around most probably gossiping like they always did but their mean stares always made you feel uneasy.

You took a deep breath and shook your head, as to shake off the nerves. They weren’t going to ruin your day, not when you’d be seeing Lee in a few hours.

You pushed the door open and walked outside, unfortunately having to walk past them to go home. You could feel their stares on you but you ignored them. You had been almost out of earshot when you heard them say your name and laugh. You stopped walking and huffed, annoyed. You slowly turned around and looked at them.

‘’Anything I can help you with, Mrs.Davis?’’ You said as politely as you could.

‘’Aren’t you even a little bit ashamed of yourself?’’

Her question surprised you.

‘’Ashamed of myself? Why would I be ashamed of myself?’’

‘’You’ve been here for barely two months and you’re already throwing yourself at the Sheriff. He’s older than you and divorced. Desperate, much?’’ She looked at you, almost disgusted. ‘’Like you could be the Sheriff’s wife. Don’t kid yourself, honey. There are a lot of women, women from this town, who deserve to be the Sheriff’s wife way before you do.’’ She rolled her eyes.

Lee was divorced and he was older than you, but only by a few years. It was nothing scandalous.

Mrs.Davis shook her head disapprovingly and turned around, putting an end to the ‘’conversation’’, if you could call it that.

Your whole walk home you couldn’t stop thinking about what she had said. You were hurt by what she had said. It seemed like no one thought you were good enough for Lee. Not for Lee, for the Sheriff. They talked about him like being his wife was just a title, a title guaranteeing them a high social status and nothing more. Like there wasn’t a man with feelings attached to it. You hated that with only a few words she had managed to make you feel inadequate and the whole time you had been getting ready for your date, you were trying to shake it off but it’s all you could think about.

You were almost ready, you just had to zip up your dress except it got stuck around the middle of your back and you couldn’t reach it.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and sighed. ‘’Of course. This day just keeps getting better and better.’’

You tried to get it unstuck and when that didn’t work you tried to take your dress off by pulling it down and then trying to pull it over your head but the zipper was stuck too high. The dress wouldn’t budge. You leaned back against the wall of your bedroom and softly hit the back of your head against it a few times in frustration.

‘’Scissors!’’ You snapped your fingers and exited your room to go find the scissors in your kitchen. If the dress didn’t want to come off, then you’ll just cut yourself out of it. If you’re careful maybe you’d be able to sew it back together.

You were just about to make the first cut when there was a knock at your door. You quickly walked over and opened the door, not wanting to make Lee wait.

He grinned as soon as he saw you but frowned when he saw you holding a pair of scissors.

‘’Watcha doin’ with those, sweetheart?’’

You were confused for a second and looked down at your hand. ‘’Oh!’’ You said looking up at him. ‘’My dress got stuck and I can’t zip it up or take it off so… I was going to cut myself free.’’

Lee laughed. ‘’Go put ‘em back, I think we might be able to help each other out.’’

Now you were the one frowning.

Lee was chuckling as he reached into his leather jacket’s pocket and pulled out his tie, unzipping the jacket with his other hand at the same time. ‘’Looks like all those years of wearing clip-on ties made me forget how to tie ‘em.’’

You looked at each other and you both started laughing.

You finally let him after you managed to calm down and he shut the door behind him. He did a quick nod towards the kitchen.

‘’Go put away the scissors, I’ll fix it without havin’ to cut that pretty dress.’’

“Thank you.’’ You smiled and went into the kitchen to put the scissors back into the drawer, and you walked back to where Lee was standing.

He had taken off his jacket while you were gone and neatly draped it over the back of your small couch.

There was a full size mirror on the wall of your hallway next to the front door, Lee took you by the hips and moved you in front of it with your back to him. He gently started working to get it unstuck and you could see him smile through the mirror once he succeeded. He looked at you through the mirror and though you were smiling, he could tell something was wrong from the look in your eyes. He gathered all of your hair in his hands and pushed it all on one shoulder to make sure it doesn’t get stuck in your dress, never taking his eyes off of you. He zipped up your dress, pressing a few quick kisses at the back of your neck and smiled when he saw you shiver.

You took his tie and turned around, quickly working to lift up the collar of his shirt then wrapped the tie around his neck. He rested his hands on your hips and looked at you.

‘’You ok, darlin’?’’

You looked up and nodded, a small smile on your lips. ‘’Mh-mh.’’ You looked down and finished working on his tie.

You pulled the collar of his shirt down and ran down your hand on his tie a few times to make sure it looked good.

‘’There.’’ You smiled. ‘’We are good to go.’’

You tried to move out of his grasp but he kept you firmly in place.

‘’Not so fast.’’ He placed his index under your chin and pushed your head up gently to make you look at him. ‘’Is this because of what Mrs.Davis said to you at the school?’’

Your eyes widened. ‘’How do you know about that?’’

‘’One of my officers left to go pick up his kid and he was standing behind them, he told me what’d happened when he came back.’’

You sighed. ‘’Here I was hoping no one had heard it.’’ You mumbled under your breath.’’It’s fine, really.’’

You tried to move your head away but he was quick to gently grab it to keep you in place.

‘’No, it’s not.’’ He cupped the side of your face with his hand and stroked your cheek with his thumb. ‘’People in this town… They don’t take well to outsiders. No matter how pretty and smart they are.’’ He winked at you, making you smile. ‘’They can say whatever and think whatever the hell they want, they’ll just die bitter old women that were only good at gossipping and nothin’ else.’’

He leaned down and pressed a kiss on your forehead. ‘’They act like you stole me away from ‘em but before you got here, they didn’t care about my love life.’’ He rolled his eyes.

‘’Believe me baby, soon they’ll move on to somethin’ else.’’ He kissed the tip of your nose and turned you around to look at yourselves in the mirror.

‘’I mean, look at us. Of course they’re all jealous. We look damn good together.’’ He smirked, looking cocky.

You laughed and he wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder with a smile on his face. ‘’There’s my girl.’’

He kissed a trail from your shoulder, to your neck and all the way to your jaw. You rested your hands on top of his and leaned back against him, taking in all the affection he was giving you. He intertwined your fingers together and lifted his hand to your cheek, never letting go of yours. He used his fingers to gently push on your cheek to turn your head to the side. He smiled at you and leaned down, kissing you softly. He pulled away shortly after, keeping his face close to yours. So close that when he spoke his lips brushed against yours. He looked at your eyes and bit his bottom lip, tightening his arm that was around your waist and brought you closer to his chest.

‘’Besides-’’ He whispers. ‘’If there’s anyone that deserves to be the Sheriff’s wife, it’s gonna be you sweetheart.’’

Your heart fluttered in your chest at his words. He brushed the tip of his nose against yours and kissed you again, this time longer. His kiss was slow but full of love, making your knees weak but thankfully Lee was holding you tightly enough to hold you up.

This time, you were the one to pull away as you were out of breath. Your breathing was a little heavier than before and Lee loved that he had this kind of effect on you whenever he kissed you.

‘’Now, come on. I promised my girl to take her out to celebrate her first week at work.’’

He gave you another quick kiss before letting go of you. He took your coat that was lying next to his on the back on the couch and held it up to help you put it on, then he put his on and opened your front door to let you step out first. He watched your back while you were locking the door and smiled when you turned around, ready to leave. He let you walk in front of him and he gave you a gentle slap on your butt, making you gasp.

‘’Let’s get a move on it, future Mrs.Bodecker, before we lose our table.’’ He teased you, putting his arm around your shoulders.

‘’You’re the one who keeps distracting me.’’ You stuck your tongue out to him, making him laugh.

Once you were outside, you walked over to Lee’s cruiser and he opened the passenger’s door for you. You quickly pinched his butt and sat down, looking as innocent as you could.

He rolled his eyes playfully, a smile tugging at his lips.

Lee had definitely met his match and at that moment he was sure he was going to marry you one day.

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Thank you to the dear anon who requested this prompt with Lee. I hope you liked what I did with it.

These two are just so cute together, that I kinda want to start a series of one-shots with small moments from their relationship. I don't know if anyone would be interested in reading those...

“Lee, I’m here.” You said. You loved his house, with the fluffy rugs and candy wrappers between the couch cushions that crinkled when you got handsy over them. This would soon be your home too; you’ll be moving in your stuff in the next few weeks. Navigating the hall, you reached Lee’s bedroom and saw the door ajar. He was standing in front of the mirror, looking at himself. You don’t think he had even noticed you walk in, so intensely did he stare at his reflection.

“Honey?” You called and his eyes met yours in the mirror, sadness floating in them.

“Why are you marrying me?” He asked.

You tilted your head, not knowing what was going on.

“Lee? Hon, what’s wrong?” You asked as you saw him looking in the mirror again. You had never seen him look so vulnerable, and the look in his eyes tugged at your heart. You set your bag down on the table and joined him in front of the mirror, holding his hand. His face was flushed, and you felt like he was seconds away from breaking down.

“Why are you marrying me?” He asked again and you breathed deeply.

“Because I love you.” You answered him, putting a hand on his cheek. He leaned into your touch, nose bumping your palm.

“How can you love me? I mean, look at me!” He exclaimed, pushing away and spreading his arms, showing his body. “You deserve someone handsome, someone who doesn’t have a lump of mass hanging on his front.”

Your exhaled, finally understanding the situation. It was not the first time his insecurities had come into play, but so far, they had been well hidden and rare. You’d see him tighten his hold on your hand when you’d walk across other men in parks, or how he would tighten his belt more than necessary when meeting your friends. You would see him throwing away his chocolates and candies, trying to be like ‘other men’.

You knew you would have to deal with this delicately because Lee was a proud man. He had a hard exterior that shaded his soft inside, and one wrong move could bruise his tender ego. Pursing your lips at him, you deliberately moved into his space, letting your body rub against his soft belly. Yours arms wrapped around his neck and you pulled him down, letting your mouth meet his in a deep kiss.

“Lee Bodecker, you are the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. I love you because you carry a blanket in your car because you know I get cold easily. I love you because you massage my feet after I remove my heels. I love you because you carry me in your arms wherever I wish. I love you because you kiss me in a way that gives me a taste of heaven. I love all of you Lee, including this mass of lump as you called it because its you.”

He sagged against you, heart right below your ear as his arms circled you, pulling you harder into him and his head resting on yours. You let your hands run through his hair, caress his head then back and in the end squeeze his butt. That got him to laugh a little, and if he sniffled you didn’t mention it.

“You love me then, even if I eat enough candies to stick my teeth together?” He asked.

You looked at him with a smile that made his heart flutter like an excited butterfly.

“I love you for it. I’d much rather you eat those sugar lollies if they keep you from the bottle. Not to mention you have by far the most deliciously kissable lips in this fucking town.”

His lips began twitching, eyes returning to their mischievous glint that you loved. He bent down to give you one of those delicious kisses, his mouth tasting of chocolate. You moaned and ground yourself against him, his bulge hardening against your thigh. Pulling away he growled, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip and you squealed, the taste of him and blood filling your mouth.

“What will your papa say when he knows you’re marrying a man who’s had you in every possible position before marriage, eh?” He teased and you pulled on his collar to lick his neck.

“Don’t worry, we’ll tell them we’re marrying because I comprised your virtue.”

He started laughing, a happy laughing that made his belly jiggle. Kissing your nose, he cupped your face, running his fingers through your now ruined hair.

“And what if your mommy finds me…lacking?”

You could feel how much it bothered him, the thought of your parents. He had been trying to learn everything about them, to earn their approval despite you telling him it didn’t matter. But you would be damned if you let anyone make the love of your life feel inadequate.

“Lee, I’m marrying you, not their opinion. They can pronounce you the Devil and I will sin the rest of my life away so I make way home to hell and you after I die. I love you my dear, with every last part of me.”

Love and passion rose in you like a giant wave and you impulsively tossed away your earrings. You neared him, his face a look of awe.

“You know what, we’ve put off this meeting for months. Maybe a few more days won’t hurt.”

He kissed you hard, humming in agreement and picking you up by the waist and carrying you to his bed. Your bed.

“How can I ever thank you for being in my life” He murmured, and you smirked.

“You can start by worshiping the lumps of flesh on my body” You said, letting your dress fall away to reveal your bare body. His eyes darkened and he unbuttoned his shirt, unveiling what was to you a body made to provide comfort and pleasure. You fondled him, carefully, softly, teasingly. He worshiped you and later that night you showed him how much you appreciate him.

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You writhed, moaning as Lee’s tongue weaved magic between your legs. Whoever said marriage got boring after a while had never met Lee Bodecker. The noises he made turned you on almost as much as his tongue thrusting in your heat and you clawed at your husband’s back, fingers tangling in his hair.

“Oh god, oh fuck Lee!” You shout and fell off the cliff, heat bursting from you. Lee lapped at your juice, slurping like a man thirsty in desert. You panted with a satisfied, completely sexed up look on your face. His chin was dripping with your essence and you clenched around nothing.

“Fuck!” Lee suddenly exclaimed, looking with wide eyes at your still drenched pussy. You jumped up, wondering if you got your period but found no blood on your thighs.

“What?” You asked and Lee stuttered, running a hand through his damp hair.

“I uh, I lost the jolly rancher.” He said and you blinked.

“What?”

“I lost the jolly rancher. Inside you.”

You struggled for a moment to understand what he said before screeching. You jumped off the bed and started bouncing on your toes, trying to dislodge the candy from your cunt.

“What the fuck Lee! Why would you put a candy in me? Get it out. Get it out!” You shout and you husband paced around you, trying to bend his head and see if it fell out of you.

“I like the taste of it on you!” He said in defense and you growled in anger. He looked at your helplessly, watching you jump and bounce until he finally took your hand and tugged you to a stop.

“Lay back on the bed, let me search.” He said and you shot him a look before doing as he said. Spreading your legs his fingers probed your entrance, wiggling inside you. You suppressed a moan, reminding yourself that this was not for pleasure. Your spongy flesh within quivered at his touch and you ground your teeth, curses hissed at him from between them.

“How deep are you?” He asked in frustration, eyes level with your most intimate part. You almost suggested he should go get his flashlight when his fingers brushed against a small object inside you. Carefully plucking it between his thumb and finger, he pulled out the wet candy and showed it to you triumphantly.

“You bastard, what if we didn’t find it? Do you have any idea how embarrassing it would have been to ask a doctor to remove it!” You complained but Lee didn’t give a fuck. His eyes heated over, becoming almost liquid as he pinned you down with his stare. You whimpered pathetically when he placed the candy before his lips, tongue coming out to swirl around it and then popping it in his mouth, licking his fingers clean of the remaining juice.

“They can make as many new flavors as they want, but god if the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted is you.” He bent over you, mouth meeting yours and his tongue transferred the candy to you, the flavor of it mixing with the natural musk of you and Lee’s lips. You moaned indecently, anger dissipating as heat bloomed between your legs again.

God bless the moment you agreed to marry this horny bastard.

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You thought you were being sneaky, but your husband was not a Sheriff for nothing. He could smell a lie from miles away, and as he glared at you with folded arms you felt like a child being scolded.

“Did you steal from me?” He asked again and you shook your head like before, widening your eyes in a show of innocence. He raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced.

“I’m sure you must have forgotten.” You commented and Lee banged his fists on the table.

“You know I count my candies! You stole them. I left 9 in the drawer, now there are 6.” He accused and you stood up, mimicking him and banging the table too, angry as well.

“You can’t prove shit! What’s your evidence?” You countered and Lee growled. He came around the table and tugged you to his chest, eyes gleaming dangerously.

“I know that when I leave home you drink my juice and top the rest with water. I know when you tamper with my secret stash because you fucking left bite marks in the chocolate bar. You are a shitty criminal my wife.”

He glowered at you and you finally pouted in surrender. You hugged him, letting your ear rest over his heart. One finger tracing patterns on his chest you peeked up at him, eyes wide and innocent.

“You always eat them alone. I want some too, but you are bad at sharing.” You said. Lee looked down at your thoughtfully, a snort escaping him and he nuzzled your head. Rocking you in his arms he lifted you on the table, grabbing your knees and spreading them apart, stepping between your open legs.

“You insane woman, I’m sharing my life with you. If you wanted my candy you only needed to ask.” Saying that he brought out a candy from his pocket and unwrapping it popped it in your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks as you sucked on it, a moan escaping you at the tangy taste and Lee’s eyes darkened with lust, knowing that expression from when you suck on him. It was stupid really, but he felt jealous of the candy in your mouth. He licked his lips as he watched you suck, pants tightening.

It was like you could read his thoughts and you giggled. Pushing the candy to one side of your mouth so your cheek bulged out, you pulled Lee into a kiss, his tongue quickly sweeping inside to lick at the sweet.

“You don’t need to be jealous Sheriff. These candies may be tasty, but lord knows my favorite lolly lies in your pants”

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With dinner ate and dishes cleaned, you both turned in for the night. The space outside a deep black, made even darker by the shroud of trees that surrounded your little cabin. Lee laid on the bed in a white tank top and his sleeping pants, his nose in his book. You hum softly as you move through your nightly routine, applying your face lotion before moving on to your body lotion. The motion of you rubbing the cocoa butter into your legs catches Lee’s attention from the corner of his eye. 

It’s a glance at first, curious at to what the movement was, but when he sees you caress your knee, he’s following the trail of your hands carefully. The silk of your little cream nightgown shines along with your lotion-ed skin, you move higher and higher up your body slowly, massaging the flesh of your body lovingly. Lee’s hands can’t help but itch to do it for you. With his book long forgotten, he sets it aside on his nightstand and makes his way to the bathroom door. He leans one arm against the frame of the door, the other resting on his hip as he blocks the doorway. You don’t stop applying your lotion much to Lee’s delight, he watches lustfully, licking his lip before tugging it between his teeth. 

“Can I help you?” You ask smoothly as you catch sight of him staring. Lee’s eyes slowly drag up the length of your form, not bothering to hide the desire in his gaze as he smirks appreciatively. He chuckles lowly before looking at you through his lashes. 

“I think you can, Sweetheart,” he drawls cooly, he lowers his arm and slowly stalks towards you. Lee takes his place behind you, turning you to face the large vanity mirror. As his hands slide up the sides of your waist, he dips his head to breathe in the floral scent of your shampoo with a pleased groan that sounded more akin to a purr. When he looks up again, he finds you staring back at him. He gives you a loving smile laced with desire, one that you can’t help but return. 

“How are you this pretty?” He coos in your ear, loving the way he can see the bashfulness take hold of you, the way your eyes drop from his, how he can feel your body shiver with happiness at his words. “Got the prettiest wife in the entire world,” he whispers and pulls you against him, relishing in the gasp you let out when you feel his hard on pressing into the swell of your ass. 

The feeling of his hands stroking along the slopes of your hip has you trembling. You loved when he was like this; so kind, so sweet. The rest of the world wouldn’t believe you if you told them that Sheriff Lee Bodecker was whispering sweet nothings into your ear. But if you were honest, you didn’t need them to believe you, you just needed Lee. Thankfully, Lee was all yours, just like you were his. 

“Let me take care a’ya, Babydoll,” he whispers softly into your ear before peppering kisses to your exposed neck. “Y’always take care of me… Let me make ya feel good…” he kisses his way back up to moan into your ear, “Babydoll, I can make you feel so good…”

You didn’t need any more convincing. 

“Lee…” You sighed out, all sweet and soft and his for the taking. You can hear the smirk in his voice and see it painted on his face. 

“That’s it, Baby,” he smiles and turns your head to face him with one warm palm. The feeling of his lips covering yours sends a flurry of butterflies to your stomach, a pleased moan fluttering from your mouth and into Lee’s. He takes his time devouring your lips, his tongue playing with yours, dipping into your soft mouth to taste the minty bite of your toothpaste. A rumbling groan fills your ears and for a moment you think it’s thunder, but when you feel the vibration low in Lee’s wide chest, you melt at the realization. 

The burn for air is the only reason you pull back from the searing kisses that leave your lips plump and slick with spit. Lee grunts as he takes in your appearance, your beauty only seems to enhance with the addition of your swollen lips. You clutch his tank top behind you in one hand and the other braces on top of the hand on your waist as his thick thumb strokes the length of your bottom lip, his face set in a calm yet lustful expression. 

“I’m gonna to give you my fingers, you’re gonna watch yourself cum, in that mirror, right there,” he jerks his chin towards the mirror without breaking eye contact, his voice is deep and gravelly, “then m’gonna take you to bed an’ fuck you nice and deep, jus’ like you deserve.”

“Y-Yes, please,” you gasp out, your legs were nearly jelly already and he hadn’t done more than kiss you.

“Such good manners,” he praises and ruts his hips into you once on instinct, “always been my good girl.” You moan as the words leave his mouth, making him grin smugly, “yeah, I know, Princess.” 

The feeling of his large right hand sliding down the front of your neck to grope your chest through your silky nightgown leaves an ungodly amount of goosebumps behind. He massages the flesh of your breast in unhurried handfuls, taking as much of your tender meat into his hand as possible. You sigh as he works your body, your head falling back to rest on his shoulder. For the time being, Lee allows you to rest against him and look up at him. The intensity of his desire burns deep into your skin as he glares down at you, his breathing beginning to deepen as his hand gets more and more demanding. 

“Oh!” You squeak when his thumb brushes against your stiff nipple, playing with the hardened peak through the fabric. Lee chuckles darkly at your reaction before pressing a kiss to your temple. 

“Eyes on the mirror, Babydoll,” he grumbles and pinches your nipple between his index and thumb, earning another whimper from you. 

You do as he says and turn your attention to your reflections. You can’t help but notice how perfect he looks behind you, wrapped around you, holding you. Lee was truly the perfect male specimen: handsome with crystal blue eyes, cherry lips, strong arms, thick, powerful legs, and a soft, cushion-y belly. He was like a fucking Greek God, created and sent to worship you. 

“Look at yourself, Honey, not me,” he playfully scolds, having caught you staring at him. You give him a shy giggle and reluctantly turn your focus to yourself. Once you’re doing as he asked, Lee lets his fingers dance along the neckline of your sleeping dress while he brushes his nose along the curve of your neck, giving you teasing little bites. A slow brush of his hand pushes down the thin strap off your shoulder, exposing your breast to the chill of the bathroom. 

“So fuckin’ gorgeous,” Lee moans mostly to himself, his hand immediately cupping the swell of your chest, enveloping it in his warm touch. The searing heat of his hand against your flesh had you shivering again, his other hand now ghosting up the side of your thigh. The short hem of your sleeping gown pushed higher and higher as Lee made his way to your core. He took his time, knowing that the longer he took the more you love it. 

“Please,” you whimper just as he brushes the edge of your cotton underwear. You were thoroughly soaked ever since he kissed you, but with all his teasing, the tingling between your legs was nearly painful. 

“Please, what, Sweetheart?” He hums in your ear and gives your nipple another pinch. You squirm in his hold and gasp. 

“Touch me, Daddy,” you moan. Lee groans deep in his chest once more. He loves when you called him that. Thick fingers suddenly press against your center through the soaked cotton, petting you firmly just how you like. You watch in a trance as his hand cups your cunt.  

“So fuckin’ wet for me, ain’t ya? Jus fuckin’ drippin’ all over me,” He growls in your ear, his fingers finding your covered clit and immediately drawing quick circles on it. You give him a shuddering moan of his name in response, your hips rutting into his fingers eagerly. The warning squeeze to your tit has your hips reluctantly stopping. “Stay still, let Daddy take care a’you.”

In one swift motion, Lee pushes off your panties, letting them pool at your ankles. He wastes no time dipping his fingers into your bare pussy, stroking your dripping petals. You both let out a pleased moan at the skin on skin contact, your body leaning back into the firmness of your husband for support. He grins and tilts you back, lifting your left leg with his hand under your thigh, pulling your dress up higher so you can see everything he’s doing to you. 

“Would you look at that,” he moans and kisses along your jaw, both your eyes are focused on the way his thick fingers spread your inner lips, exposing your fluttering pussy to you both. You give him a broken moan and clench around nothing. “Prettiest fuckin’ pussy in the whole world…” he growls in your ear, dipping his long middle finger into you.

“D-Daddy!” You whimper and clutch his arm tightly. You can hear Lee cooing in your ear, but your mind is overwhelmed by the feeling of his thick finger finally stretching you out. In and out, he gently pumps his digit into you, letting it your juices coat his hand. He sneaks his pointer finger in alongside his middle and speeds up ever so slightly. 

“Oh, Princess, what a tight little pussy you have,” he grunts into the sweaty skin of your neck, sucking a deep hickey into the skin. “No matter how many times I fuck you, you’re still always so tight.”

“Please! Faster, Lee, faster, oh my God!” You cry out, your hips wiggling as best they could in his hold. He doesn’t say a thing as he listens, his fingers now fucking into you at a heated pace, his palm grinding into your clit with each flick of his wrist. The relatively large bathroom echoes with the slick sounds of Lee’s fingers filling your cunt and your shared moans and grunts. You feel the grip Lee has on your leg tighten, pulling you open wider for him to play with you better, his fingers going deeper and deeper each time. 

“Can feel ya fluttering around me, Princess,” he sighs and presses his cock into your ass, relieving some of the tension building within him. “Y’gonna cum for me? Y’gonna be my good little girl and cum all over my fingers?”

You try your best to nod, the pathetically sloppy movements of your head makes Lee want to laugh but he keeps his amusement to himself. You catch sight of the ghost of a smirk on his lips. You knew you were a mess, it was hard not to, you could see it right in front of you. Your nightgown was hanging off your shoulder, revealing only one of your breasts, your leg was hiked up and held by one of Lee’s rough hands, your head resting against his shoulder while he finger-fucked you closer and closer to your high. 

The tension between your thighs grew and grew, Lee’s fingers expertly curling into your front wall, just the way you like it. You were done for. 

This time he couldn’t hold back the pleased, throaty chuckle as you thrash in his arms and cum around his fingers. Your nails bite into the meat of his arm as you toss your head back, eyes shut tightly, a cry of your lover’s name falling from your lips. The feeling of your walls clenching down on his fingers has Lee’s hips rutting against you a little harder, his cock straining against the confines of his sleeping pants. 

You whimper as you finally start to come down, the tingly feeling in your limbs makes you feel like you’re floating and sinking all at once. Lee’s fingers milk your orgasm for as long as possible before slowly coming to a stop, his own hips ceasing their movements for the time being. A gentle kiss to your temple has your eyes peeling open to look up at Lee, who was gazing down at you tenderly. He gives you a small smile and another kiss to your temple before muttering a gentle ‘look.’

You turn your heavy head to look back at your reflections. Once Lee was certain you were watching, he slowly eased his cream covered fingers from your snatch. His touch was featherlight and gentle as he smeared your cum along your petals, shushing your little whines of sensitivity. He finally pulls his hand away from your sensitive cunt only to greedily suck them clean, his growls rumbling his chest behind you. 

“Taste so sweet, Sugar,” he praises when he releases his fingers with a pop! “Y’look so fuckin’ pretty when you cum for me,” wet kisses are peppered along your neck and jaw, making you melt even further into him. 

Lee sets your leg back to the floor with care and fixes your nightgown before turning you around to properly kiss you. The kiss is methodical, enough to let you know that he still wants you but gentle enough to not overwhelm you. Your arms wrap around his neck to pull him deeper into the kiss, his arms winding around your middle tightly as he lets you lead the kiss. The need for air pulls you apart, your lips not going far as they brush against each other. 

“I believe you said something about taking me to bed, Mr. Bodecker?” You mumbled sensually against his parted lips. You feel Lee smirk just before his hands suddenly scoop you up and into his arms like he did when he brought you home on your wedding night. 

“Yes, I did, Mrs. Bodecker.”

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“Do you understand why I’m mad?” He gritted out, his sudden firm voice startling you from your own cup of coffee. 

“Yes, I do,” you nod understandingly and stand from your seat at the table, slowly moving to stand next to him. “And, you have every right to be upset with me.”

“I just-“ he sighs, rubbing his face with one hand before turning to look at you, his eyes softening ever so slightly, “I don’t like being laughed at.”

“I know, honey, neither do I,” you agree and rub his back, the movement brought Lee a level of comfort that he needed terribly. “But you have to admit, it was pretty funny.”

The early morning sun was dazzling, more radiant than Lee had ever seen it before in his life. He sat in bed as long as he could before the desire to get a closer look pulled him out of bed and out on to the porch. Cool morning air greeted him as he stood at the edge of the porch. Taking a deep breath in, Lee soaked up the calming rays quietly, thinking to himself ‘oh, this is the life.’

A twig breaking from the trees broke Lee’s silent moment to himself, his piercing eyes zeroing in on the source of the noise. A stag. Lee couldn’t help but gasp when he spotted the animal, the small intake of air was enough for the stag to lock eyes with Lee. Sprawling horns that were at least 6 feet across adorned the head of the stag. It was gorgeous. He was tempted to go wake you up so you could see it too, but the stag’s gaze kept him pinned to his spot. He was captivated. So captivated, that he didn’t hear you creep up behind him. 

The next thing he knows, his sleeping pants are around his ankles, his knees in the breeze, and you’re laughing so hard barely any noise is coming out. Your laughter scares off the stag, and Lee watches as it runs back into the thick brush of trees. He quickly yanks up his sleeping pants, his face burning with embarrassment and his chest boiling with anger. He stomps back into your shared bedroom, grabbing his clothes and making a beeline for the shower. 

“Oh, Lee, come on, don’t be mad,” you say through your fit of giggles, slowly calming down as you notice your husband’s anger. 

“Lee!” You call out to him as the door to the bathroom slams with thundering force. He refused to speak to you for the rest of the morning. 

“It was not funny!” He defended with a small whine to his voice, “I flashed that deer!”

“Honey, that deer didn’t know what he was lookin’ at! It was a deer!” You reasoned with a soft smile, fighting back any more laughter that threatened to escape you. He sighs, looking away as he replays this morning’s events over in his mind once more. Ok, maybe he was overreacting.  

“It was a little funny,” Lee cracked a small smile, making you grin and giggle. “You’re a menace, you know that, right? A God damn minx.”

“There he is,” you chuckled when you saw his smile and gave Lee’s cheek a sweet peck, “my handsome man.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he says bashfully and shakes his head, his face a light pink. He turns to kiss you properly, he didn’t kiss you good morning like he normally would, so the feeling of your plush lips on his had Lee sighing softly. You weren’t any better off, you practically melted on the spot when you felt his large hands cup your head and waist. God, you loved this man. 

“I am sorry, Lee,” you whisper against his lips, your arms slinging around his neck to hold him as close as possible. The room was quickly heating with the rising tension between you two, your coffees long forgotten in favor of each other’s lips. 

“I know, Babydoll, I forgive you,” he whispers back before diving in for another kiss, this one deeper and more demanding. The way he pulled you into him with much more force than normal told you that he was already planning something. Your lungs burn as he holds you firmly in the kiss, a hand on the back of your head keeps you pinned in place. He releases your lips when the need for air is almost desperate, both of you panting and gasping for air. The playful glint in his eyes gave way to a darker glare, one that you were very familiar with. He licked his lips and gave you a wolfish grin. 

 “If you think m’not gonna punish you for your little joke, you’ve got another thing comin’, girl.”

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