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Good Wives Club [11]

Lee Bodecker/Reader. Word Count: 10k || Spin-off to American Pie

Chapter Ten ✾ Chapter Twelve

Summary: It’s been more than a year since she’s escaped the ghost of her past but life is never fair to a girl like her. Lee doesn’t care that she has a husband, a nice house, and sugary fake friends, he wants what’s rightfully his.

Content (this chapter): Infidelity, marital issues, neglect, emotional abuse, oral sex.

MINORS, AGELESS BLOGS, AND BLANK BLOGS DNI, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

The jovial spirit of snowy December had passed over Y/n until it had become too palpable to ignore. Tacky garland, strung up lights, and flyers for a fake Santa were on every street corner of Brewer Heights. Mothers, who would usually leave their kids behind for their day trips, held their hands tightly, and fathers scoured the makeshift Christmas tree lots for the trees that were healthy and full.

Y/n isn't annoyed by others' joy, nor did she dislike the holidays, but she could not be happy.

Christmas has not always been the happiest time for her, but at least in her past she can say that there were some decent times. The year she had entered middle school, her grandmother gave her a homemade dress. It was outdated and pretty ugly, but had looked like something her grandmother would wear and that's all Y/n cared about at that age. She had admired her grandmother so much and no amount of teasing from the boys in her class could deter her from wearing that dress.

Last year was fine too. Lou's sisters and their husbands came back home for the week. They were surprisingly so kind to her, trying their best to make her feel it included in their family traditions. Lou's sisters especially did their very best to make Y/n feel like one of them, one of the daughters of this beautiful family. She had received popsicle stick figurines and colored pages from kids who called her "auntie", to show how much they loved their uncle Lou and auntie Y/n (and to show thanks for Lou letting them climb on him and Y/n being lenient about them eating candy). However, despite their courteous attempts, Y/n felt like an outsider, a voyeur watching a close family enjoy their Christmas. She's much younger than his sisters so it was hard to relate to them and their struggles of managing a house and motherhood.

Still, she'd take that awkwardness ten times over and over again if it meant leaving behind the bitterness that has seeped in her life.

Lou's oldest sister had called and said her family wasn't coming for Christmas this year. It wasn't hard to guess that his younger sister would follow suit in calling with the same statement just a few hours later. Y/n wondered how the sister's could be fine with not visiting their father right after his wife, their beloved mother, died. Lou's father had always been strict, but she's never heard something that would make his two girls not come visit him right after losing the most important woman in their lives. Y/n found it unsettling how they were just so quick to move on; the whole family is just strange. She thought Lee and Sandy were an odd pair, but nothing beats the odd bunch of siblings she's married into. They were more secretive than she had expected, putting on the front that left her fooled and stuck in a marriage with a man she thought was excited to be with her.

With no reason to celebrate, their house is the plainest on the street. If Y/n had kids, or maybe one on the way, maybe she'd feel a spark of joy that would make her dig out those red lights in the basement, but any joy she had is a dull flame. Their house stuck out like a sore thumb being the only house that didn't look like Santa threw up all over it. Their plain house represented the fabric of their current lives; everyone goes on while they're so shut in.

Just a handful of weeks ago Y/n was putting so much effort into this "life" with her husband. She looks back and feels stupid for those mornings she spent extra time and effort putting on make-up or picking out her outfit just to walk around the house all day. None of that shielded her from her husband's ugliness over something beyond her control. She had reverted back to who she was before she tried dressing herself up like a gift. She doesn't tell Lou when dinner is finished, she just eats alone and pops the leftovers into the refrigerator. Lou was forced to take care of himself once again, and he was not happy about it. He stopped ignoring Y/n and instead began to lose his patience with her. He yelled at her and he was fond of breaking things to make her jump. Rage filled him every time he saw her face. Y/n won't blame grief for this, this is something that has been stirring inside of him for a long time. Was he regretting his choice? What did he even see in her when he first laid eyes on her? Was he just desperate because he was getting to the age we're all The men in his life, past and present, settled down?

All of her mother-in-law's children had turned into unrecognizable versions of themselves; the daughters' turning their cheeks the other way and the only son unleashing his anger on his poor wife. His mother would be ashamed of them. But, most importantly, Y/n's grandmother would be ashamed of her for staying. Her nona, a hellion during her youth, would tell her to run off with another man and never look back.

"Is there any way you could come get me tonight? It's been long enough, and I need to see you."

What she wanted to hear from her lover was a comment of agreement, not a laugh. It was not an attempt to make a mockery of her desperation, but his inability to contain his enjoyment in being able to get her so worked up. Two days must have felt like forever for her.

"C'mon, sweetheart," Lee coos, "what would your husband think if he finds you hiding out at another man's house? A married one at that."

"He won't care," Y/n responds flatly.

It's not like Lee believes Y/n is capable of lying to him, but as a man he finds it hard to believe that her husband just 'doesn't care.' He can believe that she is being neglected (it shows in the way she touches him), but to act like Lou wouldn't give a damn if he knew what was happening sounds naive; men are possessive even of things they've discarded. Lee was not necessarily cautious like he once was, but he isn't ready to parade Y/n around in broad daylight. Trying to disappear and stay with him for more than a night was out of the question.

"Lee," she mewls his name in a similar fashion she does when he's on top of her. The call of his name, the tone of her voice, trips the memory of their last time together. He shakes his head in disbelief at her attempt to try to persuade him. He won't budge.

"Y/n," he says her name in a firm manner. She becomes so silent on the other end of the phone that he thought she had hung up until he heard her stirring.

"Please?" She asks once again, but she knows her efforts are futile. And while her voice sounds so sweet to him, he doesn't fall for it, telling her once again that they can't meet tonight.

"Besides," he begins, "don't you want to patch things up with your husband before Christmas? If you two don't get it together then his family is going to know what's up right away."

Y/n frowns on the other side of the phone. She clutches it harder and sits up straight. For some reason it felt embarrassing to explain her situation. Never once did Lee feel hung up about complaining about his sister to her, so why was she so nervous to tell him that she's going to be alone for Christmas.

"We're not having dinner," she says plainly. There is no emotion in her voice. She wants to gloss over the subject as much as she can, Lee can feel it.

"Okay...but it's still cold out and they're saying the weather is about to get bad. A true white Christmas," his attempt at a joke was his way of trying to make both her and himself feel better. It didn't feel good to keep shooting her down knowing that she's probably struggling to stay in that house. It wasn't easy for Lee either considering that he's going to be alone for Christmas too. Not a single call from his wife in the last week, nor anything from her mother.

"What's the point of calling me when you're at work just to reject me? Do you even want to be with me?"

Lee had not expected such a heavy question, it stumped him and left him silent. It shouldn't have been as unexpected as it was considering that he's been distant. But, two days, three at most, shouldn't be enough for her to start feeling some doubt.

"Don't ask dumb questions like that."

"Well why don't you want me around?" She whines, now sounding like a petulant child.

Lee pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. His patience begins to slip away and he's very close to just ending the call altogether.

"Stop asking me dumb questions. If I didn't want you I wouldn't put up with you whining like a baby all the damn time."

His words were loud and clear; harsh, but Y/n clung on to Lee's insinuation that he does in fact want to be with her.

That had shut Y/n up and she didn't even think to complain again. " Okay," was all she said to him. Lee felt a sense of relief wash over him as he felt himself gaining control over her again.

"I'll come get you in the morning, but you better have an excuse to cover your ass if that husband of yours starts asking questions."

Y/n nods as if Lee could see her through the phone. He had finally budged.

After her phone call with Lee, Y/n had laid on the couch until she fell asleep. What she intended to be an hour, or two long nap, she woke up many hours later to the sound of her husband coming in the door. Not a single word was spoken to her, a now common occurrence. Y/n watched as he trudged from the front door and into the kitchen. She watched him like a hawk, but the truth is that his behavior is unpredictable.

Y/n pushes herself up and it feels like she hasn't moved her limbs for a thousand years. She's exhausted yet pushes through the ache she feels in her body. Her movements aren't any more smoother as she follows the trail her husband just took. She rests against the frame of the entryway and watches him once again. It takes a lot for her to muster up the courage to say something to him.

"Hi."

Her voice is weak and scratchy, an indication that she had just woken up. Lou doesn't respond so she assumes he hadn't heard her. It's embarrassing, despite not having an audience to witness this.

She clears her throat and speaks louder and clearer, "hi, Lou."

This time he had heard her without a problem but he didn't say anything. He doesn't turn around or does anything to acknowledge her presence. It makes her feel small. And she can't help but wonder, was Lee like this with his wife when he was cheating on her? Florence isn't the type to let her husband walk all over her even though she is still docile.

Y/n walks closer to him and stupidly decides to place a hand on his back. Both of them flinch at the physical touch they hadn't experienced with each other in a few months. Lou slightly turns his head and all she can see is his eyes. They're so hard to read at times, but one thing she always notices is the resentment he has for her, something he feels deep inside.

He mutters the first words he has said to her today, "what?"

"How was work?"

Neither of them feel comfortable talking to each other. Lou doesn't care to hear what Y/n has to say or, ironically, doesn't care about what she can do for him.

"It was work."

Lou shrugs her hand off of his back and turns away from her; he was icing her out.

"Oh...okay," Y/n replies lamely, "I-"

Y/n stops herself before she can finish. Her trying is pointless, especially when she doesn't even want to try with this man anymore. She doesn't see a clear out for this marriage, at least one that would end with a good outcome for her. Some day Lou is going to come home with a woman and she will be the one to replace Y/n and he will probably not be as mean to her as he is to Y/n. It wouldn't be much different than Lee replacing Florence with her, but she tells herself their situation is different. Still, things were complicated and it made her think that sometimes Sandy had the right idea by fucking off to a different state.

"Clean up this house," Lou interrupts the silence that had seeped in for a few minutes.

Y/n frowns. That's all he has to say to her?

Their house feels barely lived in with Lou being elsewhere and Y/n being on and off with Lee. Y/n gives Lou the decency not to question where he goes at night (even though she suspects that he's no longer going to his parent's home to "check-in" on his father). She would be lying if she said she cared about what, or who, he's doing. The only thing she wanted was for him not to come home and treat her like this.

'The house wouldn't be messy if you didn't toss your stuff on the furniture just so I can clean it up'

If Y/n would mouth off to him, she would feel vindicated, but she feels muzzled in his presence. He would lash out at her in a heartbeat, possibly taking out all of his anger on her.

Visions of his possible violence is what scares her the most. She notices the clenching of his fist and furrowing of his brow whether he wants her to notice it or not. He's angry and it may boil over some day and spill onto her. The hardest lesson in her life is that there is no rhyme or reason to a man's destruction.

"I-I cleaned up earlier," she keeps her voice clear of any disdain so it doesn't sound like she's talking back.

Lou doesn't turn around, so Y/n is unsure of what he thinks. He stays still until he moves his hand to swipe the glass he left there onto the ground. The sound of glass hitting the ground and eventual shatter made Y/n flinch while her husband was unmoved. She watched the drinking glass that was a part of a set given to them by his older sister break off into a million pieces.

"I told you to clean up the house."

Tears well in her eyes, not in sadness, but frustration. She wanted him to get the hard part over with already, just discard her instead of leaving her in a situation where she was unsure of what the day would be like. He was doing this on purpose.

He walks out of the kitchen, stepping over what he had done, without saying another word. Y/n feels stupid for crying but she can't help herself. She feels helpless knowing she has no choice but to be subjected to this for what may be a long time. Every man in her life was being cruel to her today -- Lou with his anger and Lee acting like he didn't want to be around her. This is the lowest she had felt in months, and holding on to the idea of seeing Lee tomorrow was only a little helpful. To be on the ground and cleaning up the large shards of glass was utterly humiliating. Absent-mindedly, she moves her foot and it comes down a chunk of glass. A sharp pain shoots through her foot which causes her to yelp. Half-a-minute goes by before she registers the piece of glass sticking out of her foot. Her wails of pain didn't draw the attention of her husband. Y/n began to panic as the pain worsened. Seeing the glass sticking out of her foot was jarring, and almost made her sick to her stomach. She clumsily pulled the glass out of her and watched as blood began to seep out and drop onto the linoleum floor.

The sight of her own blood makes her lightheaded, but if she just continues to sit there then she might pass out. She musters up the strength to stand up using the counter as leverage. Her wound is only her second concern as she desperately tries to avoid making the same grave mistake she made just a few seconds ago. She hops onto the counter and grabs one of their nicer dish towels to press against the wound. The white, embroidered fabric begins to turn red as she bleeds into it. She presses hard on her wound to stop the bleeding. Her eyes sting from the burning sensation spreading throughout her body.

She whimpers pathetically before her whole body begins to shake from crying. Worse than the pain from the physical wound was the deep cut of betrayal. Lou hates her, she's sure of it. So, why waste his time being with her? Divorce is not easy nor cheap, and his parents would've told them to keep trying. However, his mother has passed and his father seems likely to go soon too to be with his beloved wife, which means Lou should just get it over with already. She's ready for the hard part because it won't be as painful as this.

If Lee could be honest for a second, he was kind of embarrassed to have Y/n come over to his home. He didn't mean to avoid her or make her feel unwanted. He hasn't had the time to really clean up after himself, nor is he used to doing so. Everything that was Florence's job was a struggle. He's not incompetent, but when you come home everyday to the house picked up and dinner ready to be eaten, losing that makes a hard adjustment.

Lee turned off the radio as soon as he got into his cruiser. He isn't in for another three hours, but he's got to go get Y/n before she snaps on him. He doesn't know how she feels about being alone for hours in a home that has the traces of another woman. She said it was fine, that she didn't mind being alone while he works during the day, but without seeing her face he can't tell for sure.

His routine of turning off his headlights when turning down her street makes his cock stir a little bit. It's been a week since he's been inside of her and this morning he was feeling a little bit anxious about getting off of work tonight to do just that.

As he pulls up, a figure on the porch becomes prominent, illuminated by the yellow-ish Christmas lights of the house next door. For a moment there Lee thought it was the last person he wanted to see. If he ever had to confront her husband, which he is not willing to admit he is paranoid about but does think about often, he won't hesitate to make sure he comes out on the other side clean.

But, it's not her husband. It's Y/n herself, waiting patiently for him, a small bag in her lap. The paranoia he felt turned into irritation that wasn't fueled with rage, but with worry. He watched her get up and rush down the steps, the wood creaking with every step yet she walked down them without a care in the world. The door opens and the cold air enters his war car and smacks Lee in the face. He can't believe her sometimes.

"Hi," she says enthusiastically. She doesn't realize Lee is bothered until she gets settled and looks to him only to see a look of disdain on his face instead of his version of happiness. She frowns at him and asks, "what's wrong?"

"Are you stupid?"

"W-What? What did I do," Y/n panicked thinking that she had fucked up some how. She glanced over to the house to make sure Lou wasn't standing in the doorway or something. Seeing that no one was there, she was confused as to why Lee was pissed with her.

"How long have you been sitting out there?"

"Just ten minutes..."

"It's damn near below zero and you're sitting in the cold at 5 am in a shitty jacket. Unless you want to get sick and end up in the hospital, don't do that shit again."

Lee almost sounded like her grandmother. That nagging annoyed her as a child, but her grandma always followed up with, 'I'm always getting on you because I love you!'

"I'm sorry, Lee," she backs down rather quickly, something that shuts him up. Y/n was just too happy to be in his presence. Even if he called her dumb, she feels warm inside with the belief that it was because he loves and cares for her.

The sound of his tires crunching the snow in her driveway was soothing. It hasn't even been five minutes alone with him, yet she's in la la land. She can imagine hearing that crunch every winter morning when he leaves her for the day, and the same when he comes back home to her. She would never say these thoughts out loud in fear of being called delusional by her lover, but all she could do for the last week was imagine a life with him. For years, and much more recently, they have only found solace in his car, but she wants to be home with him.

"I-I got you something," she interrupts the silence once they're two blocks away from her house and his headlights have come back on. Lee doesn't live that far, but there are times where Y/n wished she didn't live in Brewer Heights again just so she could enjoy the longer car ride with Lee.

"Oh yea?"

His annoyance with her had dissipated as soon as she said that. He was curious as to why she got him, and he also had that warm feeling inside.

She rummages through her little tattered bag, One he thought was filled with items for herself but was for him. He glances over to see her pull out an envelope and he catches a peak of what can only be a bag of candy.

"I got you a Christmas card and some Hershey's Kisses. It's not much, and I wasn't sure what to get you," 'but I hope you like it' Y/n continues in her head. She feels slightly embarrassed that she feels like a lovestruck little girl inside. There was once a time where Lee was the scariest man she knew. That time feels like it was decades ago, a time before she was even thought of.

She pushed the card back into its bag, careful not to bend it in anyway. Lee is not a sap, but he's also not hard inside. His affection is shown through physicality. This time it wasn't shown through a harsh grip on the waist or his hand around a pretty neck, but his hand resting on Y/n's thigh. The sun threatens to peak over the houses in his neighborhood. His thumb strokes the fabric of her dress. The heat she feels isn't coming from the vents of his car, but from between her legs.

The cruiser comes to a stop in his driveway. It feels like forever since Y/n has been here. His house was just as plain as hers, save for a reef on the door. It was a surreal reminder that Florence is really gone. She hasn't heard anything from Susie, and Lee doesn't tell her much, so she assumes that Florence is gone and just not coming back. As much as Y/n disliked the woman, she can't help but admire her for being able to leave without thinking twice. Y/n doesn't have the privilege to escape to a loving embrace -- unless you count Lee. The irony of her running into the arms of a man who just had his wife run from them.

"I won't be gone all day," Lee explains as he leads her into the house. He had picked her up in his plainclothes so she assumed he had the day off, but he promised her that it's just a short shift; just tying up some loose ends before he gets to enjoy some time off for Christmas.

Y/n did her best to hide her disappointment. Waiting for him here is better than being at home though. Lou will probably wake up and wonder where she is, but she struggles to see him making an attempt to find her. A part of her is sad that that's her reality, however she knows there isn't much she can do to change it for the time being.

As Lee walks comfortably inside of his home, he expects her to follow along right after him. Y/n stops and stands a few feet within the house though. He turns around to see just how much space is between them now. She looks so stiff, like she had seen a ghost that he hadn't seen.

"What's wrong?" He asks playfully. She knows that tone of voice, the one he uses to get her to lighten up.

She smiles weakly at him. It should be a bit obvious what's "wrong" with her. She feels awkward and uncomfortable being in a house that is so Florence. He had feared that she would react like this, but pointing it out may make her feel worse.

"C'mon Cherry don't just stand there," he motions for her to come to him which she obeys. "You're going to be here by yourself for a while, so you better get comfortable."

'Do you really have to go?'

She kept her mouth shut and sat on the couch instead of begging him to stay. She has a growing fear of coming off as too desperate for him. Deep down she is, but she doesn't want to annoy Lee. If he were to shrug her off because she kept clinging to him she wouldn't be able to process.

Y/n felt herself sink into the couch. She could tell that it was expensive, just another reminder that Florence liked the finer things of life. There was a baby blue knitted blanket thrown on the back for decoration. Every single accent of the room was perfect and seemingly untouched; although it was hard to ignore some loose garments that Lee had discarded once he stepped foot into the house. But that didn't stop their home from being so warm and beautiful. Y/n wonders how could Florence just up and leave a place that has her written all over it.

Lee had left her to go upstairs to get ready for work. She wanted to follow him, but something about it made her feel like an intruder -- a voyeur for even just hearing his footsteps above her head. She compared his footsteps to her husband's. They were heavier than Lou's but not as menacing. She waited for him to come back downstairs with patience, and when Lee had noticed that she hadn't moved an inch since she sat down, he frowned.

"What's gotten into you?"

He asks, now standing in front of her with the uniform she had gotten so used to seeing him in.

"Nothing," she answers quickly.

Lee hums at her answer. She's a terrible liar.

Lee, for some reason, didn't feel like it was appropriate to pry and poke fun at her at the moment. He felt a tinge of guilt for getting mad at her this morning. He had never seen her act like this before, yet he can't quite put his finger on exactly how she is acting. She is not telling him the entire truth, knowing that it would probably set him off in some way.

"Fine," he says with a light tone. She's almost as stubborn as him.

He bends over and kisses her forehead. It was the most affection Y/n had received in a while she felt like she could melt into a puddle. She wanted to grab his collar and pull him on top of her. If she were to initiate sex right now, Lee would definitely stay home. But she doesn't feel brave enough to do so.

"Be good and be safe," his words are almost like a warning, one to which she adheres to.

And just like that, he's gone.

Once he closes the front door she loosens up a little. It is still awkward being in Florence's home, but without Lee being there she feels free to roam around without being caught. She's always had a burning curiosity about how Lee lived. Ever since the days he would come to the bar for her, she wondered what his home life was like.

Knowing what state Lee would leave his cruiser in from time to time, she expected him to be a bit messier. Perhaps he still acted like Florence was around even though he's in this nice house alone. There were some clothes in the living room along with candy wrappers and a McDonalds' cup left on the coffee table. Y/n feels obligated to pick up after him. It doesn't feel like a burden like when she does it for her husband at home. Lee works a lot, and very hard, harder than her husband. She can imagine the praise she'll receive from him when he comes home. The house is perfect. Even if it makes her feel like a little lap dog, she'll graciously assume the role for him.

She begins to move about freely, as if this is her house and she won't be judged for anything she does. She can remember the few times she had been here and all of them were because of Florence. Her entire being is threaded within this place, which makes it harder for Y/n to pretend she doesn't exist. After she picks up some of her lover's mess, her feet carry her around to wander about. It's like touring through a museum of someone's life.

Florence was keen on saving something from every milestone in her and Lee's life, both together and separate. The photos on their wall stare back at Y/n. Their eyes beaming at her as if she's some intruder unwelcomed to be here. Photos of the Bodeckers' wedding and photos of Lee at various stages in his career. Yes, these photos spanned over more than a decade, but Y/n was taken back by how young Lee looked in some of them. By the time she had gotten to him the lines in his face were visibly there. Florence got to have him while he still looked youthful with a babyface; she gotta have him for the majority of his adulthood.

A sense of jealousy rises in Y/n as every photo reminds her of what her place had been in Lee's life for years. She glances at the photos of him with his real family, a family that didn't include her. She could stare at these pictures until they drove her insane. She only stops when she notices him wearing a green flannel and a 'God Loves America' pin. He had come to see her in that very same outfit one night at the bar. She remembers poking fun at the pin and asking him where he got it. He had brushed her teasing off and made her lay down in the back of his cruiser for him. The pin stares back at her just like it did that night. She wonders how many of these photos have a hidden back story of cheating and betrayal. Then she begins to wonder how she would look in these with Lee. She can see herself beaming standing next to him, and Lee smiling wider than he is in these photos with his wife.

Soon it becomes more bearable to be in this house. Y/n feels a sense of relief hit her for no particular reason. She feels a weird sense of appreciation, gratefulness even, for Florence instead of the usual contempt. It's unfortunate that she had to leave her husband in this way, but Y/n is happy that this house is waiting for her to make it a home with Lee.

After walking around for a little more, Y/n decides to go upstairs. She doesn't care for any other room besides the bedroom. It's surprisingly nice and neat -- the only explanation is that Lee hasn't slept in here much. Slippers, women's slippers, rest on the left side of the bed. The room seems to have gone untouched since the day Florence left, almost as if it was a crime scene.

There was a beautiful dresser pressed against the wall. It was covered in mostly Florence's things: jewelry boxes, a few tubes over her favorite shade of lipstick, and perfume bottles. There were virtually no traces of Lee in their bedroom save for a corner in their room signified by his work hats and a jacket. Y/n thinks about how suffocating it must've been for him and believes that lead to him making their relationship all about him. She's curious on how Florence was able to be dominant over her husband in the most subtle ways that were still acceptable to others. Lee was always someone who seemed to be impossible to pushover, but what's glaring at her now is the truth that Lee was just not as steadfast with his wife as he was with her.

She picks up a tube of lipstick, opening it up to find that it had not been used yet. Y/n almost decides against putting it on, trying to take into consideration that Florence may come back home one day and see it’s been used, but she tells herself that that won't happen. As the more fashionable women of society wore nude lipsticks with a little gloss, Florence was a classy woman and stuck to her cherry red lipstick. Y/n wasn't familiar with the brand, but the color was undeniably Florence. She runs the color against her lips carefully yet still she manages to put too much on. Y/n looks like a clown in the shade but she powers through, wiping the excess lipstick off of her teeth and the corners of her mouth before continuing to rummage through the rest of Florence's makeup. She was something akin to a little girl playing in her mother's make-up; fitting because she always did feel like a little girl compared to Florence. She wasn't coordinated enough for eyeliner so she settled for Florence's fancy mascara she often bragged about and globed it on her lashes. She looked worse and worse as she continued, but she looked closer to Florence than ever before. Y/n's identity had always been hazy for her to decipher, but this winter had caused it to slip away completely.

Y/n wants to make Lee happy. She's not sure if Florence ever made him happy, so parroting her may not work out in her favor. But, Y/n wants to do things the right way. There must've been somewhere where Florence made a misstep -- she couldn't have been perfect all the time. She'll learn to make herself look prettier in Florence's make-up, and she can wear her dresses better than her. She can be better.

The work day was short but felt too long for Lee. The sun was almost down by the time he left the station, and the snow was beginning to fall. There's no chance of Y/n going back home tonight (even if she wanted that). Lee is a little nervous of what the consequences may be if her husband decided that tonight was the night he gave a fuck about what his wife was doing. He's mulled over it a lot for the past two weeks. He does not like to admit when he doesn't have a plan, but he can't ignore reality. It's not an easy path like Y/n thinks it is. Trying to file for a divorce will be hard for both Y/n and Florence due to them being women. While it is embarrassing, Lee is not completely against divorcing Florence, but he also isn't sure about jumping into a marriage with Y/n soon after it happens. However there is no doubt in his mind that after whatever happens, it will be Y/n in his house and not any other woman.

For the first time in a long time he comes home to lights being on in his house. It makes his chest feel warm. To come home to his house feeling like a home makes a man feel good -- Lee likes being taken care of.

The house is warmed to combat the bitter chill of outside, and Lee can smell something cooking on the stove top. Y/n had really made herself comfortable compared to how he left her. One would think that it was their anniversary the way Y/n had set up the house for him. Cherry vanilla candles were lit, the first time Lee had smelled them in about a year. Florence kept them in the storage part of the house. It gave away that Y/n had snooped around in his stuff. He wasn't upset at the slight invasion of privacy, he probably would've done the same if he was in her shoes.

"Y/n?" He calls her name to make his presence known.

"I'm in the kitchen!" She calls out to him.

There is a stark difference in her tone of voice from earlier to now. She seems cheery and much happier. Lee liked that she had gotten comfortable here alone, but Lee didn’t know to what extent until he saw her. The liveliness of his kitchen is shocking and something he hadn't seen in a few weeks now. Y/n had a pot on the stove going and something in the oven. His pork chops sizzled in the skillet. The smell had made his stomach growl even though he had his lunch three hours ago. This is not what he had expected to come home to, and especially something he didn't expect from Y/n.

"Hi honey," Y/n greets him, taking long strides with heels clicking against the tiles, and places her hands on his face. She pulls his face closer within reach and kisses his cheek.

Lee had quickly noticed the particular shade of red that stains her lips and now his cheek, but it took him a few seconds to recognize the dress she was wearing. It was a dress that Florence had worn two summers ago when they went to Myrtle Beach with her parents. It was ill-fitting on Y/n due to Florence being slightly taller than her.

There was a look of confusion on Lee's face when Y/n pulled away. She furrows her brow, repeating the same confused stare.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

There was something sweetly artificial about Y/n's concern. While they did not look alike, the similarities to Florence in style and demeanor are hard to ignore. She wore heels that must be too painful because she kept wincing every time she walked on her left foot.

"Why are you all dressed up?" He tries to laugh to play off the obvious that Y/n isn't just dressed up but that she's dressed up like his now estranged wife. She's trying to act like her too. It's surreal, scary even.

"Do you like it?" She smiles almost naively.

If Lee were to say no, tears would well in those bright eyes of hers. Her desperation is palpable and almost smothering. She grips his arm tightly as if he's going to shake her off and tell her to get out for being an imposter. She waits for his answers, but she's done the impossible and left the sheriff speechless.

It's not a matter of whether he likes it or not. It's more so about why she felt like this was a necessary thing to do. She doesn't have to audition for him when she already has one foot in the door. Calling Y/n a "replacement" would be crass, and Lee doesn't see her as such. Maybe in her own head she sees herself as someone who is secondary and has to do this. To him it's silly.

"You look really pretty," he answers after the bout of silence, "but you don't have to get dressed up for me."

Y/n nods her head, but Lee isn't sure if she really understands. He is attracted to the floral dresses and bright make-up, but he doesn't like seeing Y/n in Florence's clothes. He'd rather burn all of her stuff and buy Y/n new stuff to wear.

"But I want to do it for you. You work so hard, and things haven't been easy for you lately. I want to make you happy, Lee."

Her arms slip around his neck, prompting Lee to rest his hands on her waist. He buries his face into her neck to take in more of her scent. Of all the things of Florence she put on, she didn't use any of her perfumes. Y/n smelled like herself instead of that tart, floral smell. He could skip dinner, make her take that dress off, and have her make-up smudged within ten minutes. His lips press against her neck just once before he decides against taking anything further. He pulls his face out of her neck and leans in to kiss her forehead. Y/n can't help but feel like a puppy being praised for doing a trick.

"What did you make me?"

The dining room table had been set up for them and Y/n urged him to go take a seat while she finished up their dinner. His favorite beer was already opened and sitting next to his plate. It had been a while since Lee had seen his dining room set up like this. Still on his mind was the burning question of what has gotten into Y/n. Had Lou said something to her that set her off? She was a completely different person from this morning, which Lee felt was a more honest depiction of herself. He'll take the pampering, but wants to leave behind anything that could remind him of Florence and her phony ways; Y/n isn't like that.

Y/n comes into the dining room no less than 10 minutes later, with the main dish in her hands.

"I hope you don't mind that I cooked the pork chops you had sitting in the freezer. I didn’t want them to go bad."

Of course he wouldn't mind when he laid his eyes upon the glazed meat. He wasn't eating home cooked meal these days. He often settled for McDonalds and some diner food. His lack of cooking over the years had made it easy for him to burn noodles in a pot. It was embarrassing to not be able to take care of himself — the prospect of Y/n swooping in to do so was promising.

"It's okay, don't worry about it."

Eventually she had his dinner laid out in front of him; glazed pork chops paired with mashed potatoes and roasted green beans. If he's being honest, there isn't anything particularly spectacular by the meal Y/n laid out in front of him beside the high quality meat he bought yet hadn't had time to cook. The mashed potatoes were made from old potatoes that probably should have been thrown out, and the green beans looked like they were more on the crispy side.

"Sorry if it's not perfect," she notes when she catches him staring at the side dishes for longer than usual, "I haven't been cooking much lately so I'm a little rusty."

"No, no, it's okay baby. Just sit down and eat with me," his words placate her and she gladly takes the seat across from him.

Y/n feels giddy sitting across from her lover. This is what she had wanted all those years ago but was afraid to admit. They didn't have to hide — he could come home to her and enjoy an evening talking to her. She had asked him questions about work, even prying a little bit about what he was working on. That level of curiosity about his work was foreign to him coming from a lover. Y/n probably doesn't care, but she just wants to hear him talk. The night was about him and making him happy. But, Lee gets tired of talking about himself for so long. He's a selfish person, but his insecurities come out when he's with someone he's intimate with and talking about himself for an extended period of time isn't his favorite thing in the world.

"What did you do today, Cherry? Did you have fun when you were alone?"

Lee didn't think the question was malicious in any way although the two of them both knew what she had been doing all day. But, Y/n's reaction made him think he fucked up somehow. She grew real quiet and put her fork down. Her eyes darted away from him and down to the edge of the table.

"What?"

"I think you should stop calling me that, Lee."

For a second he thought she was just joking, which is why he let out a laugh, but then she looked up at him. She was serious.

"I can't call you Cherry? Even when you're so sweet to me?" He reaches his hand across the table and takes her chin between his fingers. As much as he tries to play it off, he is dumbfounded, and slightly offended. The pet name was cute and special to him. However, to Y/n it was too attached to her past for her liking.

"It doesn't seem appropriate to call me that anymore, Lee. You used to call me that when...when I was a different girl," she responds sheepishly.

Her explanation sounds ridiculous to him. Did she think that he only called her because he thought she was a whore? He only used to call her that because it would leave her flustered the first few times he called her that, and then the name stuck. Nothing about it had been salacious to him, only when he would moan it as he fucked her.

"But it's a pretty name for a very pretty girl."

Lee's thumb swipes against her bottom lip, stickied with the sweet glaze she had made special just for him. He tries but it's so hard to pull his eyes away from her pretty lips. He was starting to ache for her again and he's not sure how long he'll be able to last without doing something about it.

"I don't want you to see me as unworthy," she whispers, "I want to be good for you. I don't have anyone else Lee, and neither do you."

It was a hard reality to accept. The last time he had spoken to Florence she was talking like she didn't want to come back. Thinking about going through a divorce complicates and muddies things, but it won't be the end of the world. Of course there is the problem of getting Y/n out of her marriage too, which will be more difficult for her than him to do.

"You need to be patient Y/n," Lee reminds her in reference to the urgency in her voice and actions of the last week. "You know me, you know I always have a plan to get you out of trouble."

"Yeah, cus' you always cause my trouble," she jokes but there is truth to it.

Y/n wants nothing more than to trust Lee, but she has the sinking feeling that she won't come out of this unscathed. It's easy to polish herself up to look pretty and new again, but deep down she's scared. She begins to feel uneasy in Florence's clothes, as if she's wearing someone else’s skin. It's not her and Lee was right to question her earlier. Yet it feels so good to pretend that everything is alright, even if it's just for a night. She doesn't let her smile falter even though it's hard not to frown at the more than likely upheaval of her life. She wants all this shit to be worth it.

"I'm not hungry anymore, Lee."

"I still am. Dessert always follows dinner, right?"

"I didn't make anything else," she says shyly, understanding what he's getting at, but becoming bashful. He takes a piece of her hair between his finger and coils it.

"Now you want to act like you don't know what I'm talking about. As if you weren't begging me to fuck the shit out of you yesterday."

"Lee! Don't talk like that," her eyes darted away from him.

"Like what? How am I talkin', Cherry?"

No matter how much she protests, Lee's not gonna change how he talks to her. It's fun and that is how he decided to talk to her.

She repeats his words back to him shyly, acting as if she hasn’t said things more lascivious to him before. Lee is the only man she has ever talked with like this; not any other man from the bar and certainly not her husband. She felt like she was giving him the privilege to have her and all of her completely, but in reality it is something he decided was his from the moment he laid eyes on her. This is the closest thing to love Y/n has felt and experienced, no matter how fucked up it may seem to those who aren’t her. She isn’t a woman like Florence, Susie, or their friends in the town and she may never be.

"You’ve taken good care of me tonight," Lee coos as he plays with her. "There's something else that I really want from you."

Lee reclines in the chair, spreading his legs for her to place herself perfectly between them. She unzips his pants and tugs at them to get them down. His bulge is staring back at her, straining to become free.

"See how hard you got me? Getting all dolled up for me like that..."

Lee places a hand on her cheek and runs his thumb over her warm skin. Y/n is avoiding all eye contact with him as she becomes a little sheepish under his gaze. She shouldn’t be so shy, she has done this countless times before, but today she can't help but feel a little more demure than normal. This isn't like one of their trips they have to take in the dark to hide themselves from consequences. No, Y/n is in his house, lights turned on, and so intimate that anyone without context would think they are indeed husband and wife.

She doesn't want to seem eager, because it isn't particularly ladylike, but she wants his big cock in her mouth so bad. When his cock finally springs free, the tip knocks against her jaw making her gasp. The tip leaks precum from their unofficial form of foreplay earlier at the dinner table. He's throbbing and red, cock angry from the few days of neglect it has received. Y/n's mouth salivates for him more than it did for the dinner she cooked earlier. Lee's comments from earlier implied that he would be the one to have "dessert", yet here she is receiving such a sweet treat.

Taking him in her hand, she earns a sturdy groan from her lover. His size was always so intimidating, but she was able to take him. She gives him a light squeeze just to see what reaction she can get out of him. Lee does not like to be teased so she doesn’t do it for long. Instead she immediately placed the tip of his cock against her tongue. Lee sighs in content, enjoying her warm mouth treating him to something special.

"Look at me while you suck me off baby...yea, good girl...let me see those pretty eyes."

There was something so hypnotic about the look in her eyes; something between innocent and coquettish. Lee is too prideful to admit that he's whipped. It's not really a noble story of him and his second wife -- meeting at a tawdry bar, cheating on his wife, and then crossing paths with Y/n later down the line only to end up doing the same things they used to do together.

Y/n keeps her eyes glued to him, watching to catch the moment the corners of his mouth might curl up. His furrowed brow and the sweat on his forehead makes her feel proud of herself. He tries so hard to contain himself when he's being pleasured, but it's easy for him to fall apart at the seams when Y/n's warm tongue is pressing against the underside of his length. She engulfs him almost completely with a small gag as he hits the back of her throat. A part of him still wishes he could be inside of her, but her mouth is almost as good.

"Just like that," his hand comes to rest on the back of her head, forcing his length further down her throat. The amount of pre-cum that leaked from him paired with her saliva made things sloppy. Lee had to stop himself from cumming prematurely a handful of times, but it was just so hard to hear those noises and remain in one piece. The wetness fell into globs on his exposed thighs. Her fingernails, whether purposefully or not, rake against his skin. "God baby," he whines pathetically. A tear threatens to slip from his eyes and Lee can't believe himself. He feels submissive to her tongue lathing him over and over. She barely comes up for air, determined to make him cum all over her tongue.

His hips stutter, thrusting sporadically into her mouth, and for the first time in days the tears that rain from her eyes are from something other than sadness. He fucks up into her mouth as if she's a cheap whore, but his hold on her is loving in Y/n's eyes.

Y/n swiftly pulls herself off of his cock. He swears and his eyes shoot open with anger. She wraps her hand around him and begins to pump him furiously before he can get mad at her. He missed the warmth of her mouth, but the rapid pace of her hand renders him useless -- delirious even.

"Shit-"

"Are you gonna cum, Lee?" Her voice is so soft yet haunting. He looks down at her through half-lidded eyes as she stares at him with nothing but lustful intent in them.

His last words before he erupts is a whisper of her name. Y/n gasps right when the first shot of his release hits her cheek, involuntarily letting go of his cock. Lee grabs onto himself and jerks the rest of his cum out of his cock. Another rope of cum lands on her nose before Y/n opens her mouth to take in whatever he has left for her. A few drops on her tongue and lips, and Lee has nothing else to give her.

"Shit," he says in disbelief at how good that felt. "Shit," he says this time, completely content. He feels drained, in more ways than one, and what he knows for sure is that he's not leaving the house again tonight.

"Here," he hands her a tissue from the box on the table next to them. She takes it and starts cleaning off her face. He watches the makeup on her face smear into the cum on her face as she attempts to wipe it away. She had made a big fuss about being addressed properly and not by her "whore" name, but he thinks 'Cherry' is the most fitting name for a sweet girl like Y/n.

Y/n felt like she needed to shower. Her skin was sweaty as if they had messed around and done more than what they actually did. She was exhausted and wanted to feel like herself again. It was like she was having a post-orgasm come down with Lee; acquiring some sense of the blues now that he isn't in her mouth anymore. She began to realize that the dress on her body was foreign to her, so was the hair and now ruined makeup. She was stupid to think that looking like this would make her seem more alluring to Lee when he didn't treat her any different.

She was unsure what was going on in Lee's head though. He didn't have much of a readable expression on his face, but he did look utterly worn out. Her throat was burning to speak, but she didn't want to seem hasty or overstep. However, she's not ready to go.

"Lee?"

He doesn't say anything, just looks up at her with knowing eyes. He meant it when he told himself he's not leaving the house for the rest of the day. Whatever consequences anyone dares to try to instill on him want to stand up to a man who has institutional power backing him. He has nothing to worry about.

"I have a shirt you can wear to bed. You probably don't mind going to sleep without your ass being covered."

Y/n was stunned that he offered this without her having to ask. She didn't want to have to humiliate herself again and beg him to let her stay. She knows that this is what Lee wants too.

She went to bed without showering, but told herself she'll take one in the morning and try to convince Lee to join her. She was so happy she could cry. The everyday things that Florence, Susie, and their friends called monotonous -- cooking for their husbands and giving them a "treat" after dinner -- almost moved her to tears. She can hear their voices swirling in her head mixed in with the voice of her grandmother. Y/n isn't going to be like one of those women who get tired of their husband, she believes it. Lee is not perfect, but he's the person she deserves.

Y/n wonders what's going through his head. He's been quiet since he told her she could stay. Matter of fact, he was as vocal as usual when she was pleasing him. She knows that he has something going on in that head of his, but she doesn't want to pry. It's not like Lee would tell her anyway seeing that he's never been the person to be fully honest with her. She won't worry about that for tonight though; she has what she wants. He ascends up the stairs before she could, but she is quickly behind him. She changes out of Florence's clothes and into the white shirt Lee gave her which is much more fitting despite it hanging off of her body like a white sheet.

She's the first one in bed, making herself feel like she's at home. He joins her, stretching his arms and yawning before relaxing into the bed. Nothing has felt as comfortable in life than being in this bed together. Lee presses his front to Y/n's back and his arm engulfs her completely. She is grateful he can't see her face because the smile on her face probably makes her look goofy.

Staring back at her on the nightstand is a photo of Lee and Florence on their wedding day. She hadn't noticed it earlier, but she saw it the moment she laid her head on the pillow. Florence must've stared at that photo every single night until she fell asleep. Seeds of apathy for this woman were beginning to set inside of her. She waited until she heard Lee's soft snores in her ears before she carefully reached over and flipped the photo so it was facing down and no longer at her. She'll never see that face again.

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Good Wives Club [11]

Lee Bodecker/Reader. Word Count: 10k || Spin-off to American Pie

Chapter Ten ✾ Chapter Twelve

Content (this chapter): Infidelity, marital issues, neglect, emotional abuse, oral sex.

MINORS, AGELESS BLOGS, AND BLANK BLOGS DNI, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

Y/n isn't annoyed by others' joy, nor did she dislike the holidays, but she could not be happy.

Still, she'd take that awkwardness ten times over and over again if it meant leaving behind the bitterness that has seeped in her life.

"Is there any way you could come get me tonight? It's been long enough, and I need to see you."

"C'mon, sweetheart," Lee coos, "what would your husband think if he finds you hiding out at another man's house? A married one at that."

"He won't care," Y/n responds flatly.

"Y/n," he says her name in a firm manner. She becomes so silent on the other end of the phone that he thought she had hung up until he heard her stirring.

"Please?" She asks once again, but she knows her efforts are futile. And while her voice sounds so sweet to him, he doesn't fall for it, telling her once again that they can't meet tonight.

"Besides," he begins, "don't you want to patch things up with your husband before Christmas? If you two don't get it together then his family is going to know what's up right away."

"We're not having dinner," she says plainly. There is no emotion in her voice. She wants to gloss over the subject as much as she can, Lee can feel it.

"What's the point of calling me when you're at work just to reject me? Do you even want to be with me?"

"Don't ask dumb questions like that."

"Well why don't you want me around?" She whines, now sounding like a petulant child.

Lee pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. His patience begins to slip away and he's very close to just ending the call altogether.

"Stop asking me dumb questions. If I didn't want you I wouldn't put up with you whining like a baby all the damn time."

His words were loud and clear; harsh, but Y/n clung on to Lee's insinuation that he does in fact want to be with her.

That had shut Y/n up and she didn't even think to complain again. " Okay," was all she said to him. Lee felt a sense of relief wash over him as he felt himself gaining control over her again.

"I'll come get you in the morning, but you better have an excuse to cover your ass if that husband of yours starts asking questions."

Y/n nods as if Lee could see her through the phone. He had finally budged.

"Hi."

Her voice is weak and scratchy, an indication that she had just woken up. Lou doesn't respond so she assumes he hadn't heard her. It's embarrassing, despite not having an audience to witness this.

She clears her throat and speaks louder and clearer, "hi, Lou."

He mutters the first words he has said to her today, "what?"

"How was work?"

Neither of them feel comfortable talking to each other. Lou doesn't care to hear what Y/n has to say or, ironically, doesn't care about what she can do for him.

"It was work."

Lou shrugs her hand off of his back and turns away from her; he was icing her out.

"Oh...okay," Y/n replies lamely, "I-"

"Clean up this house," Lou interrupts the silence that had seeped in for a few minutes.

Y/n frowns. That's all he has to say to her?

'The house wouldn't be messy if you didn't toss your stuff on the furniture just so I can clean it up'

If Y/n would mouth off to him, she would feel vindicated, but she feels muzzled in his presence. He would lash out at her in a heartbeat, possibly taking out all of his anger on her.

"I-I cleaned up earlier," she keeps her voice clear of any disdain so it doesn't sound like she's talking back.

"I told you to clean up the house."

"Are you stupid?"

"How long have you been sitting out there?"

"Just ten minutes..."

"It's damn near below zero and you're sitting in the cold at 5 am in a shitty jacket. Unless you want to get sick and end up in the hospital, don't do that shit again."

Lee almost sounded like her grandmother. That nagging annoyed her as a child, but her grandma always followed up with, 'I'm always getting on you because I love you!'

"Oh yea?"

His annoyance with her had dissipated as soon as she said that. He was curious as to why she got him, and he also had that warm feeling inside.

"What's wrong?" He asks playfully. She knows that tone of voice, the one he uses to get her to lighten up.

"C'mon Cherry don't just stand there," he motions for her to come to him which she obeys. "You're going to be here by yourself for a while, so you better get comfortable."

'Do you really have to go?'

"What's gotten into you?"

He asks, now standing in front of her with the uniform she had gotten so used to seeing him in.

"Nothing," she answers quickly.

Lee hums at her answer. She's a terrible liar.

"Fine," he says with a light tone. She's almost as stubborn as him.

"Be good and be safe," his words are almost like a warning, one to which she adheres to.

And just like that, he's gone.

"Y/n?" He calls her name to make his presence known.

"I'm in the kitchen!" She calls out to him.

"Hi honey," Y/n greets him, taking long strides with heels clicking against the tiles, and places her hands on his face. She pulls his face closer within reach and kisses his cheek.

There was a look of confusion on Lee's face when Y/n pulled away. She furrows her brow, repeating the same confused stare.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

"Do you like it?" She smiles almost naively.

"You look really pretty," he answers after the bout of silence, "but you don't have to get dressed up for me."

"But I want to do it for you. You work so hard, and things haven't been easy for you lately. I want to make you happy, Lee."

"What did you make me?"

Y/n comes into the dining room no less than 10 minutes later, with the main dish in her hands.

"I hope you don't mind that I cooked the pork chops you had sitting in the freezer. I didn’t want them to go bad."

"It's okay, don't worry about it."

"Sorry if it's not perfect," she notes when she catches him staring at the side dishes for longer than usual, "I haven't been cooking much lately so I'm a little rusty."

"No, no, it's okay baby. Just sit down and eat with me," his words placate her and she gladly takes the seat across from him.

"What did you do today, Cherry? Did you have fun when you were alone?"

"What?"

"I think you should stop calling me that, Lee."

For a second he thought she was just joking, which is why he let out a laugh, but then she looked up at him. She was serious.

"It doesn't seem appropriate to call me that anymore, Lee. You used to call me that when...when I was a different girl," she responds sheepishly.

"But it's a pretty name for a very pretty girl."

"I don't want you to see me as unworthy," she whispers, "I want to be good for you. I don't have anyone else Lee, and neither do you."

"You need to be patient Y/n," Lee reminds her in reference to the urgency in her voice and actions of the last week. "You know me, you know I always have a plan to get you out of trouble."

"Yeah, cus' you always cause my trouble," she jokes but there is truth to it.

"I'm not hungry anymore, Lee."

"I still am. Dessert always follows dinner, right?"

"I didn't make anything else," she says shyly, understanding what he's getting at, but becoming bashful. He takes a piece of her hair between his finger and coils it.

"Now you want to act like you don't know what I'm talking about. As if you weren't begging me to fuck the shit out of you yesterday."

"Lee! Don't talk like that," her eyes darted away from him.

"Like what? How am I talkin', Cherry?"

No matter how much she protests, Lee's not gonna change how he talks to her. It's fun and that is how he decided to talk to her.

"You’ve taken good care of me tonight," Lee coos as he plays with her. "There's something else that I really want from you."

"See how hard you got me? Getting all dolled up for me like that..."

"Look at me while you suck me off baby...yea, good girl...let me see those pretty eyes."

"Shit-"

"Are you gonna cum, Lee?" Her voice is so soft yet haunting. He looks down at her through half-lidded eyes as she stares at him with nothing but lustful intent in them.

"Lee?"

"I have a shirt you can wear to bed. You probably don't mind going to sleep without your ass being covered."

Y/n was stunned that he offered this without her having to ask. She didn't want to have to humiliate herself again and beg him to let her stay. She knows that this is what Lee wants too.

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Devour

Summary: You’ve tested Bucky’s self-restraint but now you ask him to let go

A/N: Part 2 of Self-Restraint

bro this took me a while to write I was struggling for some reason lmao but as always, feedback is appreciated

Warnings: Smut, 18+, dirty talking, pet names, just a bunch of other filth so please be advised

Tagging: @dramallama18 @getwellsoontana @elle14-blog1 @nana1000night @potatothots @catarata288 @medelinee @teaamochii

Bucky.

Your thoughts clouded with your last encounter with the ex-soldier and you shyly bit your lip, a warmth spreading in your stomach as you thought of the handsome man.

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Hiii ♡ could you do one where reader is innocent and one night she comes downstairs to say goodnight and he kisses bucky on the cheek and ends up on his lap ☻️as she asks what that bulge is in his pockets but it's just ✨️ bucky ✨️and he tease her a little you know him enjoying y/n's reactions, then he tells her that it is better to go to sleep and leaves her desperate, you can add more ideas to the story if you want to write it ♥️

Summary: Innocent!reader says goodnight to Bucky and it tests his self-control or the one where Bucky wants to ruin you in delicious ways but decides to be a good guy and control his urges.

A/N: Chefs kiss for this request! But I somehow struggled how to do this but then once I got started I wanted to write even more but I decided to just leave it as a teaser- so no smut today smh

Tagged: @whiskey-barnes @elle14-blog1 @potatothots

When you walk down the stairs you stopped at the bottom step.

Your eyes searching before landing on Bucky who was sitting in the corner love seat, a book in hand, you smiled. You took a moment to study him, seeing how he was entranced in reading your eyes did a quick once over. He was wearing black pants, a black fitted shirt that seemed to make his muscles look bigger and his dog tags hung loosely around his neck.

Without looking up, Bucky smirked and called out to you. “My eyes are up here.” He hummed and you couldn’t help but blush as you met his eyes. You walked closer to the ex-assassin and smiled softly as he put his book down on the arm rest. “What are you doing?” He asked and your smile grew.

“I'm going to sleep and I just wanted to say good night,” you mumbled getting closer to him. He tilted his head towards you and you took that opportunity to lean down giving his cheek a kiss. But as you went to pull away you were surprised when Bucky reached out, discarding the book and bringing you onto his lap.

“You’re going to bed?” He asked an amused smirk forming on his lips as he moved you in a more comfortable spot on his lap. As he did so, you felt something hard press between your thighs causing your cheeks to heat up.

“What’s-” Your hands rested on his chest as his held onto your hips. “What’s in your pocket?” You stuttered, eyes going a little wide. Bucky’s smirk grew and he couldn’t resist opening his thighs wider causing your legs to do the same since they were on either side of him. You felt his fingers squeeze your hips as he moved you forward then, the action made you gasp the same time he groaned softly.

Bucky’s eyes were now half-lidded and dark as he looked at you, a smirk still evident on his lips. “Nothing's in my pocket, babe.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a moment, shifting in his lap. The movement sent a shock of electricity through you and you felt your blush come back to your cheeks as you realized. “What- oh,” a warmth began to form in your tummy.

As you realized what you were actually sitting on, Bucky continued to stare. He had been good at restraining himself whenever it came to you. You were so innocent, so cute, a little naïve and it only made Bucky want to ruin you in the most delicious of ways.

But when you came down the stairs in nothing but pajama shorts and a big t-shirt that practically swallowed you whole and kissed him on the cheek, he felt his self-control waned. Not able to stop himself from pulling you onto his lap to see what he could do to you.

Bucky smirked again as he watched your face reddened and your thighs tensed tighter against his hips. You were so reactive for him. “Did that feel good, Bunny?” Bucky hummed and your blush darkened from his pet-name to you.

“I don’t- I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You stumbled, fingers curling into his shirt. Bucky’s smirk grew mischievous as his hands tightened their hold on your hips. He moved you forward, grinding you down on his dick. As he dragged you back, it brought a pleasurable friction that made you moan.

“That,” he said as he continued to move you against him. “That’s what I’m talking about, darling.” Even through the few layers that separated you, you could still feel his cock twitch when you moaned.

“Bucky-” you whined; your face flushed as you held onto his shirt. The warmth in your stomach continued to grow as he moved his hands to the curve of your ass, guiding your movements a little faster.

“Yes, Bunny?” His voice was lower, softer, holding in his groans as he pressed you down harder onto his lap. It wasn’t enough.

“Bucky, please,” you begged and Bucky could feel you move on your own accord, rutting a bit faster in his lap. Bucky groaned, you were chasing after your own pleasure and it made him want to take you right here, right now, in the open. To hear you cry his name only.

Bucky’s self-restraint was crumbling faster and he bit his lip as he decided to be nice. He held you still, stopping your movements as you whined. “Mm, I thought you said you were going to sleep, baby?” He said and held you tighter as you tried to move again. “It’s probably best if you go to sleep.”

Your lips curved into a pout; the warmth that had grown in your stomach began to dim now that Bucky stopped any movements. You didn’t say anything as you nodded your head in agreement, standing up on shaky legs, feeling needy and confused but not sure of what.

Bucky’s fingers curled into fists as he watched you. His tongue swiping over his bottom lip, wetting it as he noticed your legs wobble as you walked back upstairs.

Once you were gone, Bucky slumped in his seat. His dick was still hard and it took a lot of his self-control not to follow you up. The whines and moans you made for him played on repeat and he closed his eyes. He really wanted to ruin you, too many scenarios flashed across his mind and he couldn’t help but groan.

You really tested his control.

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Good Wives Club [10]

Lee Bodecker x Reader. 3rd POV. Word Count: 4.2k

Spin-off to American Pie

Chapter Nine ✾ Chapter Eleven

Content (this chapter): Infidelity, marital issues, angst. MINORS, AGELESS BLOGS, AND BLANK BLOGS DNI, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

The Christmas lights have long gone up in Brewer Heights, but right now is the first time Y/n has noticed them. She hadn’t realized how close the 25th was coming up but it was right in her face now. It didn’t feel like the holidays seeing that she isn’t sure what her Christmas was going to look like this year. Last year was nice, she spent it with Lou’s family. Y/n had never felt so welcomed before that day. That sense of belonging and familial love slipped through her fingers so quickly.

“They didn’t have that candy you wanted so I got you this.”

The car moves as Lee sits down and closes the door shut. She takes the bag of off-brand orange slices and places it in her lap. Lee starts up the car and they peel out of the little gas station.

Lee was beginning to show a carelessness regarding the two of them being seen together. Their time together has increased as their respective personal relationships became weaker. He hadn’t heard from Florence, only her mother who tried to reprimand him about his treatment of Florence. His mother-in-law was not intimidating at all as she told Lee he would lose his wife if he didn’t apologize. Lee said what he needed to say to get off the phone but one thing he is sure of is that he is not apologizing to anyone. Things are not good with Florence, but his life is going bad at all.

He wonders what the status of Y/n’s marriage is but she doesn’t say much about Lou, so he assumes that the situation hasn’t changed. It certainly hasn’t improved since she doesn't complain about going out with him at night to places where there is a chance for them to be seen (a slim chance, but still a chance). Y/n is not as carefree as Lee but he doesn’t expect her to be because he knows what type of woman she is. Even if a man is downright awful to her, she’ll stay loyal to him; it’s a trait most admire but usually being the catalyst to the loyalist’s downfall. He doesn’t know what would assuage Y/n’s guilt regarding all of this. Losing her mother-in-law made it worse, but at least she died believing her son and daughter-in-law were in love with each other.

Lee glances over to her as he drives on the empty road. She’s so quiet tonight, even after giving him a blowjob. She’s often but not this quiet. “Where are we going?” He asks her to lighten the mood just a little bit. It felt like a heavy blanket laid over the two of them and Lee doesn’t know how he got stuck under it.

“I don’t know. I don’t want to go home yet…I don’t know if I’ll be alone or not.”

“Have you ever figured out where he goes?”

“Yeah…his father’s house.”

Lee furrowed his brow as he stared at the road ahead. These back streets were so dark, but he loved them unlike Y/n who voiced her dislike for them in the past. It was easy to drive these roads because he could focus on his thoughts and not worry about patrolling. The occasional car passed him from time to time, but it was usually only him on these roads.

“Are you sure? What would he be doin’ there?” Lee assumed that since Lou is a man like him who has also stayed out late at night so that he could be nowhere else than between another woman’s legs. He doesn’t like the idea of someone cheating on Y/n.

“His sister and her husband came back to town…said they found him outside laying on the back porch.”

The phone call had been very sobering although that man has not been nice to her these last few weeks. It’s not his fault, she told herself after hanging up. She can’t fathom the idea of Lou being mean to her for no reason. There were reasons before — she wasn’t good enough as a wife and she wasn’t up to par. There was always a reason why someone disliked her and didn’t want to treat her well. She cannot wrap her head around the idea of herself being a victim to someone’s cruelty for no fault of her own. Even Florence has a right to be bitchy with her even though Florence doesn’t know the full truth of her past.

Lee hummed because he didn’t know what else to say. He’s been guilty of getting too drunk and passing out somewhere, but that somewhere was either in the comfort of his own home or Y/n’s old bed in that raggedy bedroom being rented out by the Ports’. He has never been so fucked up that he fell asleep outside, especially not when the nights have been hitting below 20 degrees.

“Is he okay at least?”

“I guess. I’m assuming that’s where he’s been going almost every night. His father never liked talking on the phone — he only did it when he had to, and even then Lou had to force him — so, I wasn’t surprised that he didn’t call me. His sister told me not to come that night…I asked if her husband would come and get me but she said Lou was not in a state I should see him in. They protect him so much which is sweet I guess, but I’m supposed to be his wife.”

The lull of the road took over her voice. She sounded weak and right now it would be easy to sew doubt into her mind about her marriage. Lee doesn’t like her to be sad, or for things to become uncomfortable between them, but he doesn’t like being shut out and he wants to know what’s going on in that head of hers. Florence was unfiltered when it was just the two of them together, but Lee always had to pry the words out of Y/n.

“Have you ever felt like his wife? He didn’t exactly have the nicest things to say about you when I first met him. I wondered what kind of man would just talk about his wife like that to someone he just met. He was kind of weird and a bit uppity; like the type to fit in more in one of the bigger cities instead of Ohio.”

“That’s how all three of the kids are. His sister’s are much nicer but it’s not hard to see that they look down on certain people. I don’t know how I fooled them; maybe they looked at me in the same way Florence did: as someone to groom.”

“I don’t think anyone is quite like Florence. She’s not all that different from every woman in Heights, but what sets her apart is how she’s able to communicate with people. I told you before Florence will find something, even the smallest thing about you, and pick and pick and pick at it until you’re broken down.”

Lee sounds like he speaks from experience. Y/n is sure he has witnessed his wife display that behavior, but she also believes he was not immune from her tendency to pick at him. Lee doesn’t not like to admit his true feelings while he is sober so Y/n never pries.

“Did you love her?”

Lee takes in a deep sigh. One thing about these roads is that even when he has company, he can’t help but reflect on what his life has become and where it’s going. Y/n’s voice floats around him, almost as if she’s a ghost sometimes. He knows it’s not right, but he feels a bit at ease talking to her when she’s in a state of not being all the way there. She’s sober, never one for having more than two drinks, but her emotional state makes her lucid.

“She’s my wife. I didn’t always like her actions, but I wouldn’t have married her if I didn’t love her. I can’t give you an answer as to why things have turned out this way, but they have and I’ll be a man and figure out my own mess.”

“But do you really think it’s possible to love two women at the same time?” Y/n had let it slip that she believes Lee loves her without even realizing it. Lee’s ears perked up at the sentence and he felt affirmed. He has never said that word to her but his actions must have shown that Lee loves her in his own fucked up way.

“Do you love your husband?”

“No,” she answers rather quickly. Lee knew it but to hear her say it was something else.

“Well, I think it’s possible to be in love with two people at the same time. But, that’s just not my reality.”

Y/n is almost scared to ask him what he means by that so she is the one to let the sound of tires against the road take over the car. The past by a sign indicating that Brewer Heights was not too far away and Y/n knew it was time to go home.

“I have to cut Lou some slack,” Lee interrupts after the bout of silence they had, “he did give you a few compliments. He did say you had nice tits, but I already knew that.”

Y/n laughed a little bit. If it was any other man Lou told that too she’d be upset, but the irony of Lou telling that to Lee when he knew that years before meeting him was funny to her.

Y/n wonders what the two of them are going to do.

“I made your favorite.”

“Ok.”

“Do you think you can just join me? Just this once? It’s been weeks since I’ve eaten with someone else. And…and I don’t like eating alone.”

It took everything within her to add that last part to her words. She was walking on eggshells around him, trying not to push the buttons that would release that volatile anger inside of him. He was much harder to predict than Lee or other men who have been her in life in the past. Lou is sometimes too empty to snap at her and other times the smallest thing is setting him off. He looked at her, and the contempt in his eyes almost made Y/n feel like she was responsible for everything wrong in his life. Like it was her fault that the events of the last few months took place. It was mostly likely to happen regardless if she was in his life or not, but he didn’t view it that way.

“Put it in the ‘frig.”

“But, it’s best to eat when it’s warm-“

“I told you to put it in the damn ‘frig! I know you’re dumb but you’re not fucking deaf.”

Lou had only begun to cuss at her in these last few weeks. It was jarring to hear those words not only come out of his mouth, but directed towards her.

“Okay,” she says under her breath, giving up at the first sign of real push back. She was only trying because she was tired of feeling alone in this house when they two of them live here. At least before Lou’s presence was felt even though he wasn’t doting on her like she truly wanted from him. Apathy was worse than dislike.

Y/n made a plate for herself before putting the rest of the food up. She’s not sure if Lou will eat any of it all seeing that his appetite is decreasing due to his increased alcohol intake. She can’t bring herself to care if he eats or not anymore. She resents him so much she wishes she could pull Florence and pack her bags and leave, but she has nowhere else to go.

She sits alone at the dining table, eating the meal she made while it was still warm. The doorbell went off but Y/n had slipped in too much of a daze to notice. She watched as the light played off of the silver fork stabbing at the food she made. It was really good, excellent even; if that had been a few months ago then her husband would’ve been proud and she would have something to rub in Florence’s face. Now everyone was disappearing at the same time. Suzy didn’t call anymore because of Florence’s absence which meant Y/n had no friends anymore (although she wonders if she ever had any in the first place). Her efforts on becoming a better wife all seem futile now. Maybe she should’ve put that effort into becoming a better person and stopped things with Lee before it got to this point.

“I was just in the neighborhood and wanted to stop by. Just checkin’ up on y’all.”

Lee’s voice was unmistakable. If Y/n hadn’t snapped herself out of her thoughts by reaching for a napkin then she would have never noticed someone had entered the house. Excitement had began to pump through her veins before realizing that the man she’s fucking is in the same house with her husband right now. She pushes her chair away from the table, the sound of the legs scraping against the ground was enough the catch the attention of the men in the living room. She had appeared in sight, apron still tied around her waist and her hair pushed out of her face.

“Hi sheriff”

“Good afternoon, Y/n.” He tried not to let his eyes linger on her for too long, but that’s really what he came over for. He wanted to see her and make sure she was okay. She doesn’t tell him much, but he knows that things aren’t going great over here. Lou looks very different from the man he had dinner with on multiple occasions. His facial hair had grown out and he looked like a wreck. Lee didn’t have to see the beer bottles or smell his breath to know that he’s not sober right now and probably hasn’t been for days. Lee has been in a similar position although he himself at least had the decency to keep himself together in front of his wife.

It takes Y/n a little bit to realize that Lee is seeing her and her husband in such a pathetic state. Lee has seen her at her lowest before, but somehow this just feels so much more embarrassing. She didn’t like it being known that she couldn’t take good care of her husband, that she’s a failure of a wife and everyone was right about the girl who worked the bar at Tecumseh.

“I hadn’t heard from y’all in a while and just wanted to make sure you were good after what happened,” he reiterated, pulling his eyes away from Y/n’s frame to Lou.

“We’re fine. Life goes on and so does work. You can take a seat if you want to, sheriff,” Lou offers. It’s like he had sobered up at the sight of authority like simply being drunk in his own home would lead to being arrested. It’s the first time in a while that Y/n saw Lou tighten up. Lee’s presence commands respect. She feels ashamed of herself for being so turned on by it.

“I’ve got to be out of here in 20 minutes,” Lee says as he takes his spot on the love seat.

He hasn’t been here much, nor does he really remember what it was like to be in this house, but it feels as if the warmth has been sucked out of the room. Lee can tell that Y/n is buzzing about him being here but it doesn’t seem like things were that great just a few minutes before he knocked on the door. He doesn’t know what he plans on accomplishing while being here, but he feels like maybe he can help Y/n out a little bit by talking to her husband. He would rather have Y/n with him, but life is not simple like that, so he’ll do whatever he can to make things just a little bit better for her while he waits for her to be his.

“How’s the job going? I heard Rittmen’s shut down so it doesn't seem like you have competition anymore.”

“They did. I suspected they would close down, but not this soon. They weren’t takin’ up too much of our business anyway,” Lou pauses to turn towards his wife, “Y/n go get us some beers.”

“I’m fine,” Lee interjects. “I’ll just take a water…can’t drink on the job.” That was a lie and Y/n knew it, but it was his way of deterring Lou from drinking too, but he had failed.

“Fine. One beer, one water.”

Lou spoke to his wife as if she was a waitress at the local diner; it felt very impersonal. Lee’s eyes narrowed as his eyes went from Y/n to Lou. He doesn’t like this guy, but he also doesn’t hate him. He can’t hate the man who is such a screw up that he is driving his woman back into his arms. It almost feels like Lou is helping him out by being such a shitty husband. Lee doesn’t want Y/n to be hurt physically, but if a few mean words make Y/n turn to him even more than he’ll let it fly.

“How’s patrollin’ been?” Lou asks politely since Lee inquired about his job. “Heard ‘bout that robbery in Knockemstiff. Can’t say I’m surprised though. Some of those boys have enough ‘medicines’ to rival the family pharmacy, if you know what I mean.”

Lee sits up and rests his elbows on his knees, leaning just a little bit closer to Lou.

“You know about that?” Lee keeps his voice low. It ultimately wouldn’t matter if Y/n heard them or not, but he wants to be on the safe side when talking about the crime in the county.

“Of course. One of the younger kids at the job told me about it. Told me that they have some strong stuff. I don’t know where they got it from or what exactly they’re selling, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they were selling it to kids looking to party. The boy who told me about it is fresh out of high school and works sweeping the store, I wouldn’t be surprised if they tried to sell somethin’ to him.”

Lee had his suspicions, but he wasn’t entirely too sure about this new operation that popped up in his county. He usually knows what’s going on (and is sometimes involved in the dirt), but this had only come up on his radar within the last 4-5 months. Some of the deputies have been reporting back to him about repeated disturbances and calls about one particular house in knockemstiff.

“Hmm,” Lee grumbles, not wanting to divulge any details he knows. He keeps a mental note of what Lou says.

Y/n walks back into the living, one beer and one glass of water in hand. She hands off the cold can to Lou first then reaches over to hand Lee his water. Their fingers brush against each other’s and Y/n has to look away from him like a shy little girl. She had woken up this morning with him on her mind and she spent the early hours fantasizing about him. His hands are so big and strong compared to hers; she wishes his nimble fingers were inside of her instead of wrapped around the glass.

“Go sit in the kitchen,” Lou waves her off, “you don’t need to hear any of this.”

Y/n frowned but obeyed. She didn’t care about anything the two had to talk about but she wanted to be around Lee. She felt safe in her own home while he was here and it reminds her of the unfortunate realities of her life turning further upside down.

She finishes off her breakfast quietly. She tries to pick up on what the men are talking about, but all she hears are their muffled voices. Surely it must be something important, but what would the two have to talk about? They’re not friends whatsoever.

The sink was piling up with dishes and Y/n decided to get it over with and clean up to pass the time. She felt anxious and on edge with Lee being in her home without her being able to at least look at him with her own eyes. He would never spill the beans about their trysts, but sometimes she worries he’ll let it slip due to his machismo. He’s possessive and territorial, which explains why he’s so bold enough to come over here. And so bold enough to walk into the kitchen where Y/n is alone and out of the sight of her husband.

Y/n knows it’s him pressing against her because she feels his belly and can smell his cologne.

“He’s got you workin’ life a slave, doesn’t he?” He whispers into her ear. He has to be quiet and he has to make this quick because Lou is expecting him back in the living room soon, but he also wants to take his time.

“Lee-“

“Shh. We won’t get caught — I know that’s what you’re worrying about in that pretty, little head of yours. He thinks I’m dumping the glass in the sink and going to the bathroom, so here,” he places the glass gently on top of the other dirty dishes. The glass and ceramic clinks together.

“What are you doing here?” She asks as she turns around to get a good look at his face. He looks a bit tired, but there is a lightness to him that she just can’t ignore. It’s pretty awful that he requires that air to him once his wife leaves him, but Y/n knows what type of man he is. “Don’t you have to work?”

“I’m on break and I wanted to see you. I didn’t think he’d be home, but that don’t deter me at all.”

“I don’t want to get caught,” Y/n slightly panics. She peeks over Lee’s shoulder to make sure she doesn’t catch even a glimpse of her husband. “It won’t be good for us.”

“You need to stop worrying.” He grabs her wrists and holds them in his hands before placing them against his chest. He misses the closeness of another human. He just wants to bring Y/n home with him already.

Y/n sighs and nods her head. She wasn’t going to stop worrying but she just tries to assure him to get him off her case.

“Good girl. I don’t mean to ruin the mood but was that his first beer today?”

“Probably not. Why?”

“He’s not drunk but he’s not sober either. He’ll talk fine for a little while then start slurring his words. He doesn’t look good.”

“I know…I know-“

“You used to take care of me when I was in worse conditions,” he reminds her.

“I try my best, okay? I try with him and he rejects me every time. I cook for him, lay out his clothes in the morning, and run him a bath when he gets home. But all he does is complain and then leaves to go to who knows where — I doubt he’s going to his parents’ house every time he leaves out that door. I do everything he complains about me not doing and it’s still not good enough. I just want to leave; I want to leave him, Lee.”

Lee can feel her frustration, but he doesn’t want her to get too hasty. If things move too fast then both of them could have the rug pulled under them. Lee always had to work on his patient, but he believes it pays off in the long run.

“What did I tell you about worrying,” he grabs her face to calm her down. Her cheeks are hot from getting herself all worked up and her eyes are glassy. He was trying to make her feel better by reminding her she has taken good care of him, but it seems that the comment did more harm than good.

“I know. I just wish it were you Lee,” her voice is now raspy and desperate. She’s trying not to get herself all worked up. “It would be much easier if it were you. I wish you would have left Florence a long time ago. I don’t care how mean and selfish it sounds — I wish she never existed.”

It was often Lee railing against Florence, not the other way around. Lee knew there was no way Y/n truly liked Florence and that she was just being kind to someone who showed her attention that could be seen as positive. To see her finally spill her thoughts, no matter how unrealistic they are, put things into perspective for him. He was never good with dealing with a woman’s emotions and he felt bad for not being able to do more for her. “It’s okay. Things will be okay,” is all he can say to her but he fears it’s not enough.

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Good Wives Club [10]

Lee Bodecker x Reader. 3rd POV. Word Count: 4.2k

Spin-off to American Pie

Chapter Nine ✾ Chapter Eleven

Content (this chapter): Infidelity, marital issues, angst. MINORS, AGELESS BLOGS, AND BLANK BLOGS DNI, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

“They didn’t have that candy you wanted so I got you this.”

The car moves as Lee sits down and closes the door shut. She takes the bag of off-brand orange slices and places it in her lap. Lee starts up the car and they peel out of the little gas station.

“I don’t know. I don’t want to go home yet…I don’t know if I’ll be alone or not.”

“Have you ever figured out where he goes?”

“Yeah…his father’s house.”

“His sister and her husband came back to town…said they found him outside laying on the back porch.”

“Is he okay at least?”

“Did you love her?”

“Do you love your husband?”

“No,” she answers rather quickly. Lee knew it but to hear her say it was something else.

“Well, I think it’s possible to be in love with two people at the same time. But, that’s just not my reality.”

“I have to cut Lou some slack,” Lee interrupts after the bout of silence they had, “he did give you a few compliments. He did say you had nice tits, but I already knew that.”

Y/n laughed a little bit. If it was any other man Lou told that too she’d be upset, but the irony of Lou telling that to Lee when he knew that years before meeting him was funny to her.

Y/n wonders what the two of them are going to do.

“I made your favorite.”

“Ok.”

“Do you think you can just join me? Just this once? It’s been weeks since I’ve eaten with someone else. And…and I don’t like eating alone.”

“Put it in the ‘frig.”

“But, it’s best to eat when it’s warm-“

“I told you to put it in the damn ‘frig! I know you’re dumb but you’re not fucking deaf.”

Lou had only begun to cuss at her in these last few weeks. It was jarring to hear those words not only come out of his mouth, but directed towards her.

“I was just in the neighborhood and wanted to stop by. Just checkin’ up on y’all.”

“Hi sheriff”

“I hadn’t heard from y’all in a while and just wanted to make sure you were good after what happened,” he reiterated, pulling his eyes away from Y/n’s frame to Lou.

“I’ve got to be out of here in 20 minutes,” Lee says as he takes his spot on the love seat.

“How’s the job going? I heard Rittmen’s shut down so it doesn't seem like you have competition anymore.”

“They did. I suspected they would close down, but not this soon. They weren’t takin’ up too much of our business anyway,” Lou pauses to turn towards his wife, “Y/n go get us some beers.”

“I’m fine,” Lee interjects. “I’ll just take a water…can’t drink on the job.” That was a lie and Y/n knew it, but it was his way of deterring Lou from drinking too, but he had failed.

“Fine. One beer, one water.”

Lee sits up and rests his elbows on his knees, leaning just a little bit closer to Lou.

“You know about that?” Lee keeps his voice low. It ultimately wouldn’t matter if Y/n heard them or not, but he wants to be on the safe side when talking about the crime in the county.

“Hmm,” Lee grumbles, not wanting to divulge any details he knows. He keeps a mental note of what Lou says.

“Go sit in the kitchen,” Lou waves her off, “you don’t need to hear any of this.”

Y/n knows it’s him pressing against her because she feels his belly and can smell his cologne.

“Lee-“

“I’m on break and I wanted to see you. I didn’t think he’d be home, but that don’t deter me at all.”

“I don’t want to get caught,” Y/n slightly panics. She peeks over Lee’s shoulder to make sure she doesn’t catch even a glimpse of her husband. “It won’t be good for us.”

Y/n sighs and nods her head. She wasn’t going to stop worrying but she just tries to assure him to get him off her case.

“Good girl. I don’t mean to ruin the mood but was that his first beer today?”

“Probably not. Why?”

“He’s not drunk but he’s not sober either. He’ll talk fine for a little while then start slurring his words. He doesn’t look good.”

“I know…I know-“

“You used to take care of me when I was in worse conditions,” he reminds her.

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Good Wives Club [10]

Lee Bodecker x Reader. 3rd POV. Word Count: 4.2k

Spin-off to American Pie

Chapter Nine ✾ Chapter Eleven

Content (this chapter): Infidelity, marital issues, angst. MINORS, AGELESS BLOGS, AND BLANK BLOGS DNI, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

“They didn’t have that candy you wanted so I got you this.”

The car moves as Lee sits down and closes the door shut. She takes the bag of off-brand orange slices and places it in her lap. Lee starts up the car and they peel out of the little gas station.

“I don’t know. I don’t want to go home yet…I don’t know if I’ll be alone or not.”

“Have you ever figured out where he goes?”

“Yeah…his father’s house.”

“His sister and her husband came back to town…said they found him outside laying on the back porch.”

“Is he okay at least?”

“Did you love her?”

“Do you love your husband?”

“No,” she answers rather quickly. Lee knew it but to hear her say it was something else.

“Well, I think it’s possible to be in love with two people at the same time. But, that’s just not my reality.”

“I have to cut Lou some slack,” Lee interrupts after the bout of silence they had, “he did give you a few compliments. He did say you had nice tits, but I already knew that.”

Y/n laughed a little bit. If it was any other man Lou told that too she’d be upset, but the irony of Lou telling that to Lee when he knew that years before meeting him was funny to her.

Y/n wonders what the two of them are going to do.

“I made your favorite.”

“Ok.”

“Do you think you can just join me? Just this once? It’s been weeks since I’ve eaten with someone else. And…and I don’t like eating alone.”

“Put it in the ‘frig.”

“But, it’s best to eat when it’s warm-“

“I told you to put it in the damn ‘frig! I know you’re dumb but you’re not fucking deaf.”

Lou had only begun to cuss at her in these last few weeks. It was jarring to hear those words not only come out of his mouth, but directed towards her.

“I was just in the neighborhood and wanted to stop by. Just checkin’ up on y’all.”

“Hi sheriff”

“I hadn’t heard from y’all in a while and just wanted to make sure you were good after what happened,” he reiterated, pulling his eyes away from Y/n’s frame to Lou.

“I’ve got to be out of here in 20 minutes,” Lee says as he takes his spot on the love seat.

“How’s the job going? I heard Rittmen’s shut down so it doesn't seem like you have competition anymore.”

“They did. I suspected they would close down, but not this soon. They weren’t takin’ up too much of our business anyway,” Lou pauses to turn towards his wife, “Y/n go get us some beers.”

“I’m fine,” Lee interjects. “I’ll just take a water…can’t drink on the job.” That was a lie and Y/n knew it, but it was his way of deterring Lou from drinking too, but he had failed.

“Fine. One beer, one water.”

Lee sits up and rests his elbows on his knees, leaning just a little bit closer to Lou.

“You know about that?” Lee keeps his voice low. It ultimately wouldn’t matter if Y/n heard them or not, but he wants to be on the safe side when talking about the crime in the county.

“Hmm,” Lee grumbles, not wanting to divulge any details he knows. He keeps a mental note of what Lou says.

“Go sit in the kitchen,” Lou waves her off, “you don’t need to hear any of this.”

Y/n knows it’s him pressing against her because she feels his belly and can smell his cologne.

“Lee-“

“I’m on break and I wanted to see you. I didn’t think he’d be home, but that don’t deter me at all.”

“I don’t want to get caught,” Y/n slightly panics. She peeks over Lee’s shoulder to make sure she doesn’t catch even a glimpse of her husband. “It won’t be good for us.”

Y/n sighs and nods her head. She wasn’t going to stop worrying but she just tries to assure him to get him off her case.

“Good girl. I don’t mean to ruin the mood but was that his first beer today?”

“Probably not. Why?”

“He’s not drunk but he’s not sober either. He’ll talk fine for a little while then start slurring his words. He doesn’t look good.”

“I know…I know-“

“You used to take care of me when I was in worse conditions,” he reminds her.

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Good Wives Club [9]

Lee Bodecker x Reader. 3rd POV. Word Count: 7.3k

Spin-off to American Pie

Chapter Eight ✾ Chapter Ten

Content (this chapter): Infidelity, toxic relationships, mentions of loss, mentions of neglect, angst, smut, oral, unprotected sex, cumshot. MINORS, AGELESS BLOGS, AND BLANK BLOGS DNI, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates! I was taking a break from writing in January then I broke my laptop and had to get it fixed. Everything is fine now but I had to catch up on some other things before I could get back to this series! I look forward to continuing it, and maybe even extending it...

"She's leaving him. There is no other way to put it besides that. No woman who isn't fed up goes back home to her parents house! Especially not a grown woman!"

“Florence wouldn’t be stupid enough to leave him. He’s the sheriff, he makes good money, and he has her in that nice, big house. All she ever did was talk about wanting kids and if she leaves Lee…well…then she can throw that dream away.”

Susie felt frozen as she held the box of noodles in her hand. So much idle gossip she has heard in her years of being a married woman in Brewer Heights (and so much that she has participated in herself), and it was hard to hear about someone she is close to being on the receiving end of it. She wants to stick up for Florence, she really does. She wants to tell off the two older women who stand at the aisle, blocking the way for others, that they don’t know what they’re talking about and should keep their mouths shut. But, they’re not wrong.

There is no telling how the rumor got out this time, but it should not be that surprising to see how people are always watching. Everyone has nosy neighbors. Susie tried to remind Florence of that when she brought up the possibility of Lee cheating again. Unless he was picking up some whore outside of the county, then he wouldn’t be able to get away with cheating on her with a woman in Brewer Heights. She tried to remind her friend of this, constantly giving Florence the validation she needs, but it did not help her paranoid friend.

In the meantime, while dealing with Florence, Susie could feel a drift between her and the other women she would consider friends. Her main loyalty is to Florence, but she feels like she’s going to go crazy constantly having to talk to Florence every night and affirm her feelings that Lee loves her. It’s not Susie’s job, but she feels obligated to do so.

The two women clear the aisle, but Susie is still bothered by the gossip as if it was about her. She’s worried about Florence and her reputation around town. She’s not exactly genuinely loved by everyone in town, but she is respected and that’s important. It’s been a day since she has talked to Florence who is staying with her parents. How those women found out Florence was there is beyond her, but it’s not the important issue at hand.

Terry was busy with a sick child, and Beth seemed to be dodging her calls. Susie ran down the list of so-called friends of hers to call before she got to Y/n. It’s been a while since she has talked to Y/n. She heard about the passing of her mother-in-law through Florence and decided it was best to give her space, but she feels like enough time has passed. She selfishly disregards however Y/n may be feeling and gives her a call. Much to her surprise, Y/n seemed eager to meet up with her. She was the one to suggest that she come over to Susie’s while their husbands were both at work. It made Susie breathe easier about her intentions being a little bit murky.

“I’m glad you could come. Did Lou drop you off before heading to work.”

“Yea,” Y/n didn’t look her in the eye as she lied. Lou was not going to work today. Instead he had a newish hire supervising for the week. If Susie had paid attention she would see that there aren’t any fresh tire marks in the light snow in the driveway, but footprints instead.

“Have you talked to Florence lately?”

“No. Why?”

It’s been a while since she has seen Florence in person. Florence did call to check up on her after the funeral but that’s it. She has seen Lee more than she has Florence, but even then it’s been a week since she saw him. Guilt bubbles up inside of her at the mention of Florence’s name. It was easy to force herself to forget about the lady when she wasn’t being strong-armed to hangout or go to some store with her.

Susie was hesitant to tell Florence’s business, but it was just Y/n. There is no reason for the blonde to believe that the young girl in front of her would go around telling Florence’s business. And right now she is the only person who will listen to her.

“Well, Florence has gone to stay with her parents for some time. They live near Cleveland so she’s not that far away.”

“What? Why?” The panic in Y/n’s voice was interrupted as concern to Susie.

“I don’t know, I guess her and Lee are having problems. She never talks to me in a coherent sentence whenever she brings it up. I don’t think she’s drinking, she’s never been one to have more than a glass of wine. However, when she gets to talking about her marriage she sounds like she’s been drinking the same shit Lee used to years ago. She goes on these long paranoid rants talking about Lee cheating on her. She’s accusin’ her close friends of eyeing Lee up. She even suggested that he has a secret family. I don’t know what she’s getting at or where she’s comin’ up with this shit but she calls me almost every night talking about it and asking me about Lee! I don’t know what to tell her! I have nothing to tell her!”

Y/n has never seen Susie so stressed. She always took what Florence dished at her, but the façade was beginning to crack. She looked worn thin by the current state of her friendship with Florence. Y/n felt so bad because this is inexplicitly. Florence isn’t wrong, her husband is cheating on her with someone close to her.

She feels bad, yet Y/n isn’t going to admit that, especially not knowing when she feels like her selfish feelings are justified. Lee has affirmed her selfishness, but she’s not innocent either. Her own relationship is falling apart right in front of her eyes too but that doesn’t mean she is allowed to seek comfort in another woman’s husband. When it was 3, 4 years ago and she had no clue what Florence looked like she felt like she wasn’t the one to blame. It was Lee stepping out on his wife. But now that she has smiled in Florence’s face and has gone on outings with the woman, she has a big scarlet letter pinned to her that she sees every time she looks in the mirror. Y/n would never call herself a great person, but she feels like she has lost a part of herself in this and something nasty has arisen.

“Why would she think Lee is cheating on her? Doesn’t he just go to work and come home?”

“Yes. Yes he does, or that’s at least what Florence tells me. I just get so confused because one moment everything is perfect and now she claims she’s always had this sinking suspicion that her husband was cheating on her. I don’t think Lee is perfect — he’s far from it — but I think Florence is overreacting. Even if he has stepped out on her in the past, is she really going to leave behind the good life that she has?”

Susie takes a seat on the couch without offering Y/n a spot to sit. She massages the bridge of her nose in frustration. She considers Florence her best friend, but god is she one difficult woman to deal with.

“Will Florence be back?” Y/n asks as she takes the initiative to sit on the love seat opposite of Susie.

“I don’t know. I truly don’t,” she pauses for a moment. The cogs of her brain turn and she churns out multiple outcomes this can lead to. One thing she knows for sure is that Florence will get her way, whatever that is. “Florence is a woman who stands in her convictions. She’s a little bit fake, but if she says she’s going to do something then she will. She hasn’t mentioned the D-word, but she did say multiple times she never wants to see his face again. I just can’t imagine Florence running away without getting some sort of vindication. She never runs away, just usually smiles her way out of things. What I know for sure is that Lee fucked up.”

“It’s possible that she would divorce him, right?”

“I doubt it. Her parents wouldn’t approve — staunch Catholics. Florence is a grown woman, but she wouldn’t go against her parents. Hell, she lied about Lee coming from a protestant family, but that was easy to cover up since his mother was dead by then and that weird sister of his didn’t attend. This, the obvious rift in their marriage, ain’t so easy to cover up.”

Y/n kept her mouth shut in fear of accidentally telling on herself. She doesn’t know why Susie called her over in the first place. She’s sure she was the second or third choice. The woman just needed to rant. She was stressed out by Florence’s drama and it doesn’t even have anything to do with her. She looks everywhere but at Y/n’s face.

She knows how Florence feels through Susie’s retelling of (part of) the story, but she wonders how Lee feels. Is that why he hasn’t been calling her? She misses him so damn much and it’s becoming more unbearable dealing with Lou and his emotional outbursts. Lee is her solace from the cloud of impending violence in her own home. Knowing that Florence is out of the county makes her feel a little bit relieved, but paranoia of extra eyes being on Lee replaces the past worry.

“Lee, that bastard,” Susie’s sharp voice cuts through the silence, “he doesn’t know what he’s doing. I know Florence is stubborn but if he would just give her a damn baby like he promised then no one would be in this situation. I don’t know if he’s really cheating on her or not, but he’s a man; I wouldn’t be surprised if he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. Florence had so many suitors back then it was ridiculous. She saw the potential in Lee — it was like she was able to see into the future and see that he was going to have the power he does today. They both enjoy having power and people begin to be somewhat scared of them. Match made in heaven.”

The most ironic part about Florence’s accusations is that she is completely right, but she just has the timeline wrong. The “constant late nights” she accused Lee of going to see some whore were just long work shifts. He stopped going to bars to cheat once Y/n left Tecumseh, and ultimately stopped going period. He would just drink in his cruiser before going home to pass out in bed next to his unsuspecting wife.

Lee felt blindsided by the sudden accusations because he thought he kept his tracks pretty clean. He just fucked Y/n the other night, and he refuses the believe that she somehow knows about that. She would’ve scalped Y/n instead of leaving town if she knew definitively that Lee fucked her so-called friend.

He couldn’t help but laugh when Florence left the house that day. She had threatened to go stay with her parents in the past, but never did that red Chevy pull into their driveway. Lee’s face fell when he saw his father-in-law in the driveway with the windows rolled up. He wasn’t going to come up to Lee and say shit but it was the pure audacity to meddle in his marriage that made Lee’s blood boil. He watched from the window as the car peeled away and headed up north. He couldn’t believe it and that’s why he had to laugh. Florence is too stupid for her own good, he believes. Her leaving doesn’t make him think about his actions because he had plans to call Y/n up that night she left, but work had gotten in the way and ruined his plans. If Florence was really concerned about her husband sleeping with “every whore in town” then she would keep an eye on him, not let the dog off the leash.

Lee does not care for the dramatics of his wife and he doesn’t like to be tested. Why Florence wanted to be a strong woman now is beyond him when he knows she’s weak and has always been that way. If this were the beginning of their marriage, hell if it was even a year or two ago, she would’ve stayed. She would’ve gotten on that phone and cried to her mother only to be told to stay. Patti didn’t leave when her husband, Florence’s careless father, cheated on her with a string of young women. Lee always thought women who grew up with mothers like that turned into them, but maybe Florence is defiant just like his sister Sandy. His mother did her absolute best to raise them by herself, but instead of inheriting the hard worker trait, she just wanted to, in her own words, “have fun.” Lee wonders if she made it to California like she said her and Carl were going to do or if he killed her yet. Lee may not like how Florence acts from time to time, but at least he respects her unlike Carl with his sister. That man has looked at his sister with pure contempt multiple times but she stays, which is the most un-Sandy thing ever; to stay tied down to one person and one place.

The women in Lee’s life are complex, with Florence being the most complicated. He can’t help but feel like he’s had a hand in her behavior at times, sometimes even acting just like her, but when was the last time Lee Bodecker took responsibility for his own actions?

Lee feels himself to be a simple man who likes simple things and in his eyes, Y/n is a simple woman too. She has all the makings of a walking disaster (no one who works a Tecumseh or frequents there comes out of that building “okay”), yet she still has the air of sweet innocence around her and it never goes away no matter how many times he defiled her. It’s no surprise that she’s married a man so shut off. Lee is probably the only man who has ever given her any kind of warmth. And while he will admit that most of their nights together he treated her like his personal sex toy, he would talk to her like a human from time to time. He could tell that she needed. Lee limits the number of times he allows himself to vulnerable, but he isn’t emotionally stupid; a man doesn’t become the sheriff off of pure luck. It was written all over Y/n’s 19 year old face that she needed a man to be nice to her and that’s what he did. It was a very simple thing to do, and that’s what Lee likes.

He wishes he hadn’t come down to this, but is it a blessing in disguise? He can’t quite decide if it truly is or not but he feels that way. The two of them are having problems in their own marriage, and like clockwork, at the first sign of real trouble, Y/n came running back to him. He figured it would’ve happened sooner or later but sooner is better than later.

“C’mon…pick up the phone.”

Y/n turns around to peek over her shoulder and make sure her husband isn’t anywhere near. She can hear his feet against the wooden floors, the creaking a reminder that he could catch her at any moment. Y/n felt too on edge to function these days.

“Hello?”

“Lee?” She whispers into the phone.

He picks up on the urgency in her voice which makes him sit up taller in his seat. He hasn’t heard from her in days and this was not the way he wanted to be reunited with her.

“Are you alright?”

“What did you do?”

Lee pauses for a moment. It’s painfully obvious what she’s referring to, the news about Florence was bound to become fodder for the town’s biggest gossipers.

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Does she find out about us? Does she know about the other night? I’m scared people will find out and they’ll be mean to me. I can’t handle that Lee, you know I can’t. I can’t deal with that, especially not right now.”

“Calm down,” he tries to reassure her but her breathing picks up on the other side of the phone. She’s going to stress herself out over nothing. “I’m coming to get you-“

“No!” As soon as the words leave her mouth she turns around again to make sure Lou isn’t near. She puts the phone back on her ear once she feels safe to do so. “You can’t. Lou’s home and I don’t know when he’s leaving.”

“Then come over here. I doubt he knows about Florence being gone.”

“I-I don’t think I should do that either.”

“Then why did you call me if you didn’t want anything? Ya know you left me high and dry after fucking me in my car. Didn’t hear a single thing from you — you know I’m vulnerable right now.”

“It’s not like that Lee! I can’t just up and leave! My husband is still here, and things have been tough since his mother died. I’m doing my best.”

“Doing your best by sleeping with another man?”

Lee waits for her answer but instead hears the disconnect tone instead of her voice. He laughs to himself as he puts the phone back on the hook. He’s constantly getting into trouble with the women in his life but he can’t act like he doesn’t instigate most of those situations just for a little bit of one-sided fun.

Y/n wasn’t expecting Lee to be exactly loving and patient with her but she at least expected some sort of kindness after their night together. Maybe it was a little mean to not reach out to Lee in any sort of capacity but she’s just so scared. She’s scared of what her bitter life with her husband has become and she’s scared of Florence. Lee could reassure her all he wants but that doesn’t stop her from being so paranoid. Y/n has never had to worry about her reputation, she’s always been on the bottom rung of the social hierarchy, but things are different here.

She scurried back into the living room where the TV was playing The Andy Griffith Show. Y/n sat on the couch and kept her eyes glued to the TV. It was a distraction for her and she found herself mindlessly watching hours of TV over the last few days. Lou never bothers her or accuses her of being overbearing when she’s just sitting there being an idle wife. She cooks breakfast and dinner for him and that’s it. He doesn’t ask for anything more because he barely talks to her. She’s suffering this loss too but instead of grieving with her husband she keeps her mouth shut in fear of him having an outburst. He can’t control his anger these days so it’s best not to talk to him at all.

Lou finally appears, but he’s gone out the front door in a second. Y/n isn’t sure where he goes for hours and hours, but when he does come back he passes out immediately once he makes it to their bed. She can smell the alcohol on him, but one thing she can’t smell is perfume or the familiar smell of Tecumseh. She wonders where he goes. It would be ironic if he was leaving the house to go cheat on her. She doesn’t think she’d be able to bring herself to care if he was cheating on her. Surely whatever woman he’s seeing isn’t getting the best of him because that never existed. Y/n constantly wonders if she got played or if Lou feels like he got played into believing Y/n was the model wife (which would have been a wrong assumption on his part as Y/n never went out of her way to deceive him like she felt he did her).

The moment he’s out the door, she’s thinking about Lee again. She’s always thinking about him, but after speaking with him today she feels tempted to see him again. She touched herself in the shower two nights ago thinking about how she rode him in the car. She rarely got to ride him before and having the control of being on top was everything. She had felt powerful in that moment despite being emotionally emptied. Lee was a bastard but at the end of the day he’s her bastard. And she doesn’t want to share with him. She had no choice before, but she does now.

Y/n is at the phone again, pressing the buttons to spell out Lee’s house number and pressing the call button. Her mood has done a complete 180 and she feels giddy to call Lee this time around. She feels slightly unstable when a surge of happiness hits her. She’s never been so excited about getting fucked in her life.

“Hello?”

“Lee, it’s me.”

He furrows his brow when he hears her voice again. As much as he likes that she can’t stay away, she leaves him feeling confused. But, she is calling him, he isn’t going to ruin the moments simply because he can’t figure her out.

“Calling to say sorry?”

She feels a sense of relief when she hears that familiar joking tone instead of being questioned for being so hasty earlier and hanging up on him.

“No I’m not. I know better than to give a man like you an apology,” she jokes back with him. “I’m at home…alone…and I want to see you.”

“Oh, so now you want me to come over?”

“I can always walk back the offer.”

“No, no, I’ll be over,” he says quickly. She makes him feel like a teenage boy walking on eggshells to be able to bed the prettiest girl in school. “What time can I come?”

“Two hours.”

“See you then, sweetheart.”

Y/n beautified herself for Lee like she has done for no other man. Lee has seen her (and fucked her) after long, grueling shifts, so it wouldn’t really matter what she looked like. But she needed to dress up for someone. She’s been in the house these last few days, rarely getting out and hardly caring about her appearance. She needed a reason to feel pretty again.

Lee pulls up in the driveway with his headlights off. Lou’s car is notably absent which does not come as a shock to him; he knew something had to happen to turn Y/n’s mood around so quickly. A few lights are on in the house, one which Lee concludes is Y/n and her husband’s bedroom. He can see her silhouette in the window through the thin curtains. He feels himself hardening already.

Y/n heard the sound of the engine cutting off and the sound of feet crunching the snow. She felt nervous and slightly embarrassed because of their last night together. She didn’t mean to tell him as much as she did, but she couldn’t stop herself. She had called him for a reason; she wanted to get out of the house, yes, but she needed someone to listen to her. She wasn’t even in search of words that could wrap around her like a warm hug, but to just be heard.

“Where’s that husband of yours?” Lee asks as she opens the door for him, the porch light noticeably off.

“Out.”

Lee hums. He knows that, but the lack of location tells him that Y/n isn’t sure exactly where he is. Lee asked partially to be nosy, but to also know how much time they have together.

“He won’t interrupt us,” Y/n quips. It’s like she was able to read Lee’s mind. “I made soup if you want some,” she continues as she turns towards the kitchen and disappears. Lee follows right behind her, but he struggles with how to act around her. He’s walking on eggshells now and he can’t remember a time where he had to do that with Y/n. She notices how stand-offish he is when she takes a seat, bowl of soup in front of her on the kitchen table, yet he’s still standing there. “Well, are you going to join me?”

He grabs the back of the chair and pulls it out before sitting. “Not hungry,” he reassures her. The last thing he wants to do is make it seem like he’s trying to ice her out when that’s not his intention. He’s just waiting for the moment she brings up that topic. It almost makes him anxious. He doesn’t want the conversation to steer out of his control which is why he brings it up instead of letting her do it.

“She doesn’t know about us. She doesn’t know anything. I promise.”

“I know Lee — you told me this on the phone.”

“Florence is just mad. I don’t think she particularly likes you and it’s has nothin’ to deal with us. Florence isn’t a nice person.”

“But, she was nice to me. She was very nice to me.”

Y/n does not sound confident in her own words as they leave her mouth. She acts as if Lee doesn’t know about the ways Florence loves to nitpick at people. She will find something small and keep chipping away at it until it becomes someone’s biggest insecurity. Florence is nice on the surface, sure, but she’s a deeply insecure woman. She has made Y/n feel bad about her appearance, yet that doesn’t compare to the ultimate sin of fucking the lady’s husband and then smiling in her face. Granted, Y/n didn’t know life would bring her to this point, but she has more control over the events of her life than she thinks.

“I don’t believe you believe that, Y/n.”

“She tried to help me-“

“That morning I came over and you told me your mother-in-law died, I was bringing over those shoes Florence wanted to give you. They were purposely too small. They were from when she was a young girl. She was going to give you shoes only a 13 year old could fit.”

“So?”

“So she’s not nice. All she has for you is half-baked kindness.”

“You’ve been mean to me Lee and yet I still let you in my house.”

Lee felt is cock softening in his pants. He thought they were going to get straight to fucking, but he should have kept his mouth shut.

“I’m no meaner than your husband. At least I actually like you.”

Y/n felt herself folding despite wanting to keep up this back and forth with Lee. It has been days since she’s had any interaction beyond the very few words Lou says to her. Even conflict feels like something. However she doesn’t have it in her to put up a good fight. Lee will never see things her way, nor will he ever understand, so it’s best to let him feel like he’s right.

“You didn’t call me over here to argue, I hope not.” Lee wants to turn the mood around so he can just fuck her already. He can’t help but smirk when he sees her roll her eyes and try not to smile at his joke. His hand is cutting out for him and he wants to have Y/n on top of him again.

“No…no I didn’t,” her face felt warm as she spoke. She was slightly ashamed that she called him over because she wants to have sex with him. She looks very pretty sitting across from him and tonight she just wants to pretend that she got dressed up all nice for her husband who was coming home from a long day of work. Lee being in uniform would’ve helped complete the fantasy sure, but beggars can’t be choosers.

“Do you want to show me why you called me over here when it’s only time for bed?”

She can’t look him in the eyes, but she nods her head. Lee stands up tall and grabs her hand. He walks her through the house as if this is his home and as if he knows where he’s going. It doesn’t take him much searching to find her bedroom. It doesn’t feel lived in his bedroom at home; there aren't all the necessities a woman needs nor are there house shoes scattered on the floor. The bed is perfectly made and Lee has two thoughts: one, Y/n and her husband have not slept in this room in days, and two, he wants to mess up the perfection. Y/n herself looks so perfect, a display of everything she has learned from Florence and The Girls. But her visage was different because underneath Lee can still see that nervous 19 year-old from that nasty bar.

“Do you put on blush and mascara every night you go to bed, or is that just for me?”

“Just for you.”

Lee inhales sharply hearing her whisper her words like that. Her nightgown is almost see through and he can perfectly see the outline of her breast. Her nipples poke through the thin material. His hand brushes against her waist, moving upwards until he takes one breast in his hand and lifts his other hand to cup both. He has the urge to bend over and stick his face between her breasts and motorboat her. He used to do it to her all the time back in the day when he wanted to be frisky, but right now it feels too dirty to do that. He wants to take his time with something so sweet like her. She got all dressed up for him and it would be a shame for him to ruin all of that already.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that right?” He says earnestly and almost desperately. Y/n is unable to answer him. She can’t truly recall that last time someone has told her she looks beautiful, and she really can’t recall if Lee has ever called her that or not. It doesn’t matter because he’s touching her so softly

His thumbs run over her nipples, feeling just how hard they are. His mouth is almost watering but he is showing an incredible amount of restraint. It disgusts him to admit it, but now he is able to understand why Carl likes taking dirty photos so much. Y/n looks like one of those innocent girls in those smut magazines Lee continues to confiscate from the teenagers who like to hangout in the abandoned buildings.’

“I want you to fuck me Lee,” she looks up at him, batting her lashes for him. She’s not used to him taking his sweet time with her. Anytime they fuck it’s rough and fast. There is always a sense of urgency in his touch, but not tonight. He moves as if he has all the time in the world, as if neither of them are unsure when Y/n’s husband is coming back.

“I know,” he leans down to kiss her cheek, feeling her warm skin against his lips, “but you have to be patient for me, okay?” She nods her head much to his satisfaction. “Good girl.”

The bed creaks as he guides her to sit on it. His knees dig into the rug on the floor and his large hands push up the bottom of her dress and run across her thighs. “Smell so good,” he whispers to himself. She smelled like fresh linen and berries. Lee found himself feeling dizzy from the smell and from being turned on by her so much. She’s so gorgeous.

He keeps pushing her dress up, expecting to find her panties but when he tries to pull down the elastic, he catches nothing but bare skin. She wasn’t wearing any panties; she figured Lee would want to hurry up and fuck her so she did them both a favor. Lee would normally tease her about the lack of underwear, but he’s just feeling grateful right now.

Her dress is all the way up now and her sex is exposed. Y/n shivers a little bit feeling the cooler air hit her sensitive thighs. She begins to part her legs wider for him until he’s pushing her all the way open. She gasps feeling his rough hands digging into her thighs. They’ve never had the luxury of fucking in the comfort of a bed; they were always cramped in a car or fucking behind Tecumseh but this is so different.

Lee feels totally surrounded by her warmth as he places his face between her thighs. He has missed this, he has missed this so much. It energizes him to between her legs again. His fingers are digging too harshly into her skin but he’s so dazed to even notice. Y/n winces at the slight pain of his nail but Lee doesn’t let up on her. But he does look up at Y/n once the noise escapes her lips. His eyes are trained on her face as he makes his descent lower between her legs, his personal heaven.

He does remove his harsh grip from her thighs only to slide them underneath her and grab a handful of her ass to dig his fingers into her flesh once again. He lifts her hips and kisses her bare thighs. Y/n whimpers at how he handles her body so roughly yet with so much care at the same time. He whispers something against her skin but she can’t make out any of his words. It feels as if the sound of her blood pumping has filled her ears. She’s close to begging for him to do something already, but she’s at a loss for words.

Finally his tongue slides against her sex, tasting her directly for the first time in a long time. He groans loudly when he gets the full taste of her, so sweet and fresh like he remembered. He licks her hard and slowly again to savor her taste. She’s more potent than any of his favorite beers.”

“Lee,” she whines, her voice finally appearing. Her body wants to move around, but Lee’s tough grip on her makes it hard. She’s at his mercy and he’s not making it easier for her. He stops giving her those slow licks and goes faster and faster. His tongue rolls right over the hood of her clit and it’s overwhelming. Y/n grabs the bed beneath her body and stares at the ceiling. It feels so incredible and she’s wondered if she’s died and gone to heaven; everything feels so saccharine as Lee takes her body under.

The sounds of his tongue against her sex, how sloppy he’s making her with his saliva that mixes with her arousal fills the room. His lips and tongue smack against her as he enjoys the ripeness of her flesh. Y/n feels adored even it’s just sexually, but how could someone who puts this much attention in her not love her? She’s not a silly girl and doesn’t want to associate sex with love, but she can’t help herself right now.

Her heels dig into the bed as Lee spoils her cunt. Her arousal covers his chin and it makes his face become a bit messy. His eyes close as he enjoys his time but he occasionally looks up at her to see the pleasure all over her face. It makes him happy to know that he is the only man to make her feel this way.

Y/n hands paw at his head when he sucks directly on her clit. It’s too much for her to handle when she hasn’t been licked out in a while. Her body was so deprived and hungry for something more than a quick fuck. She wanted her pleasure was prioritized for the first time. His lips feel so soft and plush around her clit that it makes her legs shake. He still has the strength to hold her hips up and devour her like a sweet pastry.

“Lee! I’m gonna cum!”

She thought those words would help her reach her high, but they have the opposite effect. Instead Lee pulls away, his face glistening and hunger in his eyes.

“Take that off,” he says roughly as he points to her night gown. Y/n pulls it over her head, exposing herself completely to him. He’s able to take in the sight of her with the right amount of lighting. He wishes he had done this sooner because it was exactly what he needed. It confuses him but also affirms passing questions he had in the past.

Lee is still fully clothed while Y/n is completely bare. Lee fumbles with his belt before getting it off and tossing it onto the floor. He pulls himself out, keeping himself dressed but it didn’t bother Y/n at all. She knew he would become insatiable and he wouldn’t be able to take his time with her; Lee is not a patient man.

He places himself on top of her, her body sinking into the bed with his weight. Y/n’s legs spread wide for him and wrap around his waist as her arms go around her neck, holding onto him for dear life. She feels the head of his cock poking at her entrance before he sinks in.

“Fuck,” he groans as her warmth engulfs him. He places his face in her neck and starts to move his hips, humping her while she holds onto him.

Lee is deeper inside of her than he was the other night. This position leaves them both vulnerable, but god does it give them the best pleasure. Y/n gasps every time the tip of his cock brushes against her cervix. He’s so big and she can only take so much.

“Lee,” she whines out his name, it feels so good but she’s still not used to the size of him after all of these years. Lee was girthy and the stretch gave her a delicious burn.

“You can take it…you can take it,” he moans against her neck. He knew what that whine meant and he was going to have her give up on him. He pulls away from her neck and kisses her for the first time tonight. “You can take all of me,” he coos when he pulls away.

Y/n nods her head, feeling sure of herself although her pussy feels much more sensitive tonight. Her body has been tender these last few days and irrational thoughts filled her head. There was no way she was pregnant with Lee’s child with no symptoms and it being too soon to tell. But, she’s fucking him again and he’s in her bare. There is no way he’ll fuck her with condoms again, so they’re both taking the risk.

Lee was fucking her to his heart’s content. He has been so bored, and lonely, these past few days and to be inside of Y/n again felt like a gift. Her pussy is so warm and wet, tightening around his cock so much. He kisses her again so she can taste herself on his lips. There were things he did with her he would never do with his wife. He became raw and hedonistic with her, and while it made Y/n feel like a filthy whore for years, it made him feel vulnerable. Lee didn’t have to hold back or to adhere to Florence’s strict rules, he could do whatever he wanted with Y/n and with that power he often pushed the both of them to their limits.

“C’mon,” he growls, the rumbling in his throat can be felt against Y/n’s chest, “keep it tight for me,” he begs.

Y/n gasps at his demand but obeys him. She feels the ridges of his cock so much more now. She angles her hips so Lee’s cock rubs against that spot that makes her whimper and cry out for him. She can feel her eyes beginning to water and blur her vision. She can’t explain just how different this time feels different. It’s both sweet and rough which reflects the current situation of his life.

Lee sits up tall, still fucking into her sensitive pussy. He looks so brooding looking down at her, watching her tits jiggle as he fucks her harder and faster. She comes undone beneath him. His clothed stomach bumping against her body, the soft ‘pat’ of her skin meeting his pants, and his heavy gaze on her leaves her feeling dazed. Her cum drenches his cock and she tightens up so much that he’s about to blow.

“W-Where do you want me to cum?” He asks. He doesn’t care where he cums, whether it’s inside of her or on her body. He has never given her this option which is why she hesitates, but she sees him getting close and blurts something out before he can cum.

“On my face.”

Lee pulls out of her and grabs the back of her head. He’s rough as he pulls her up but she forgives his urgency since she’s about to cum. She watches him close his eyes, throw his head back, and moan her name before his cum sputters out of the head of his cock and lands right on her face. She’s forced to close one eye but she keeps the other locked on him, growing obsessed with how weak and vulnerable he is right now. Everything looks surreal in the light, almost as if this is not really happening. But, the continual drops of cum on her face remind her that this is reality.

When Lee finally opens his eyes he looks down at her and sees some of that makeup she put on to look pretty had been ruined by tears and his cum.

“You look so fucking beautiful,” he says while trying to catch his breath. She’s sure she looks an absolute mess but she believes him and feels that she looks beautiful to him.

Lee grunts as he lays down on the bed next to her as if this his bed. Y/n is almost surprised by the audacity of him; how he kicks his feet up and rests his head against the pillow like he’s used to this bed. She shouldn’t be surprised by his behavior at this point.

He wraps an arm around her and pulls her close to his chest. It’s an intimate gesture, one that he has only done with wife, but he feels that it’s appropriate tonight. Florence would usually talk to him about what was going on in town when they finished having sex. She would talk his ear off and ask him what he thought about something asinine. Lee always indulged her but he much prefer the silence after sex. Whether Y/n doesn’t know what to say or if she’s too tired, he’s grateful for her silence. He doesn’t know how long he’ll be here, but he’ll at least stay until Y/n falls asleep. He doesn’t want to leave, but he knows he will have to.

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Good Wives Club [9]

Lee Bodecker x Reader. 3rd POV. Word Count: 7.3k

Spin-off to American Pie

Chapter Eight ✾ Chapter Ten

"She's leaving him. There is no other way to put it besides that. No woman who isn't fed up goes back home to her parents house! Especially not a grown woman!"

“I’m glad you could come. Did Lou drop you off before heading to work.”

“Have you talked to Florence lately?”

“No. Why?”

“Well, Florence has gone to stay with her parents for some time. They live near Cleveland so she’s not that far away.”

“What? Why?” The panic in Y/n’s voice was interrupted as concern to Susie.

“Why would she think Lee is cheating on her? Doesn’t he just go to work and come home?”

“Will Florence be back?” Y/n asks as she takes the initiative to sit on the love seat opposite of Susie.

“It’s possible that she would divorce him, right?”

“C’mon…pick up the phone.”

“Hello?”

“Lee?” She whispers into the phone.

He picks up on the urgency in her voice which makes him sit up taller in his seat. He hasn’t heard from her in days and this was not the way he wanted to be reunited with her.

“Are you alright?”

“What did you do?”

Lee pauses for a moment. It’s painfully obvious what she’s referring to, the news about Florence was bound to become fodder for the town’s biggest gossipers.

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Calm down,” he tries to reassure her but her breathing picks up on the other side of the phone. She’s going to stress herself out over nothing. “I’m coming to get you-“

“Then come over here. I doubt he knows about Florence being gone.”

“I-I don’t think I should do that either.”

“It’s not like that Lee! I can’t just up and leave! My husband is still here, and things have been tough since his mother died. I’m doing my best.”

“Doing your best by sleeping with another man?”

“Hello?”

“Lee, it’s me.”

“Calling to say sorry?”

She feels a sense of relief when she hears that familiar joking tone instead of being questioned for being so hasty earlier and hanging up on him.

“No I’m not. I know better than to give a man like you an apology,” she jokes back with him. “I’m at home…alone…and I want to see you.”

“Oh, so now you want me to come over?”

“I can always walk back the offer.”

“No, no, I’ll be over,” he says quickly. She makes him feel like a teenage boy walking on eggshells to be able to bed the prettiest girl in school. “What time can I come?”

“Two hours.”

“See you then, sweetheart.”

“Where’s that husband of yours?” Lee asks as she opens the door for him, the porch light noticeably off.

“Out.”

Lee hums. He knows that, but the lack of location tells him that Y/n isn’t sure exactly where he is. Lee asked partially to be nosy, but to also know how much time they have together.

“She doesn’t know about us. She doesn’t know anything. I promise.”

“I know Lee — you told me this on the phone.”

“Florence is just mad. I don’t think she particularly likes you and it’s has nothin’ to deal with us. Florence isn’t a nice person.”

“But, she was nice to me. She was very nice to me.”

“I don’t believe you believe that, Y/n.”

“She tried to help me-“

“So?”

“So she’s not nice. All she has for you is half-baked kindness.”

“You’ve been mean to me Lee and yet I still let you in my house.”

Lee felt is cock softening in his pants. He thought they were going to get straight to fucking, but he should have kept his mouth shut.

“I’m no meaner than your husband. At least I actually like you.”

“Do you want to show me why you called me over here when it’s only time for bed?”

“Do you put on blush and mascara every night you go to bed, or is that just for me?”

“Just for you.”

“I know,” he leans down to kiss her cheek, feeling her warm skin against his lips, “but you have to be patient for me, okay?” She nods her head much to his satisfaction. “Good girl.”

“Lee! I’m gonna cum!”

She thought those words would help her reach her high, but they have the opposite effect. Instead Lee pulls away, his face glistening and hunger in his eyes.

“Fuck,” he groans as her warmth engulfs him. He places his face in her neck and starts to move his hips, humping her while she holds onto him.

“Lee,” she whines out his name, it feels so good but she’s still not used to the size of him after all of these years. Lee was girthy and the stretch gave her a delicious burn.

“C’mon,” he growls, the rumbling in his throat can be felt against Y/n’s chest, “keep it tight for me,” he begs.

“On my face.”

When Lee finally opens his eyes he looks down at her and sees some of that makeup she put on to look pretty had been ruined by tears and his cum.

“You look so fucking beautiful,” he says while trying to catch his breath. She’s sure she looks an absolute mess but she believes him and feels that she looks beautiful to him.

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Good Wives Club [9]

Lee Bodecker x Reader. 3rd POV. Word Count: 7.3k

Spin-off to American Pie

Chapter Eight ✾ Chapter Ten

"She's leaving him. There is no other way to put it besides that. No woman who isn't fed up goes back home to her parents house! Especially not a grown woman!"

“I’m glad you could come. Did Lou drop you off before heading to work.”

“Have you talked to Florence lately?”

“No. Why?”

“Well, Florence has gone to stay with her parents for some time. They live near Cleveland so she’s not that far away.”

“What? Why?” The panic in Y/n’s voice was interrupted as concern to Susie.

“Why would she think Lee is cheating on her? Doesn’t he just go to work and come home?”

“Will Florence be back?” Y/n asks as she takes the initiative to sit on the love seat opposite of Susie.

“It’s possible that she would divorce him, right?”

“C’mon…pick up the phone.”

“Hello?”

“Lee?” She whispers into the phone.

He picks up on the urgency in her voice which makes him sit up taller in his seat. He hasn’t heard from her in days and this was not the way he wanted to be reunited with her.

“Are you alright?”

“What did you do?”

Lee pauses for a moment. It’s painfully obvious what she’s referring to, the news about Florence was bound to become fodder for the town’s biggest gossipers.

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Calm down,” he tries to reassure her but her breathing picks up on the other side of the phone. She’s going to stress herself out over nothing. “I’m coming to get you-“

“Then come over here. I doubt he knows about Florence being gone.”

“I-I don’t think I should do that either.”

“It’s not like that Lee! I can’t just up and leave! My husband is still here, and things have been tough since his mother died. I’m doing my best.”

“Doing your best by sleeping with another man?”

“Hello?”

“Lee, it’s me.”

“Calling to say sorry?”

She feels a sense of relief when she hears that familiar joking tone instead of being questioned for being so hasty earlier and hanging up on him.

“No I’m not. I know better than to give a man like you an apology,” she jokes back with him. “I’m at home…alone…and I want to see you.”

“Oh, so now you want me to come over?”

“I can always walk back the offer.”

“No, no, I’ll be over,” he says quickly. She makes him feel like a teenage boy walking on eggshells to be able to bed the prettiest girl in school. “What time can I come?”

“Two hours.”

“See you then, sweetheart.”

“Where’s that husband of yours?” Lee asks as she opens the door for him, the porch light noticeably off.

“Out.”

Lee hums. He knows that, but the lack of location tells him that Y/n isn’t sure exactly where he is. Lee asked partially to be nosy, but to also know how much time they have together.

“She doesn’t know about us. She doesn’t know anything. I promise.”

“I know Lee — you told me this on the phone.”

“Florence is just mad. I don’t think she particularly likes you and it’s has nothin’ to deal with us. Florence isn’t a nice person.”

“But, she was nice to me. She was very nice to me.”

“I don’t believe you believe that, Y/n.”

“She tried to help me-“

“So?”

“So she’s not nice. All she has for you is half-baked kindness.”

“You’ve been mean to me Lee and yet I still let you in my house.”

Lee felt is cock softening in his pants. He thought they were going to get straight to fucking, but he should have kept his mouth shut.

“I’m no meaner than your husband. At least I actually like you.”

“Do you want to show me why you called me over here when it’s only time for bed?”

“Do you put on blush and mascara every night you go to bed, or is that just for me?”

“Just for you.”

“I know,” he leans down to kiss her cheek, feeling her warm skin against his lips, “but you have to be patient for me, okay?” She nods her head much to his satisfaction. “Good girl.”

“Lee! I’m gonna cum!”

She thought those words would help her reach her high, but they have the opposite effect. Instead Lee pulls away, his face glistening and hunger in his eyes.

“Fuck,” he groans as her warmth engulfs him. He places his face in her neck and starts to move his hips, humping her while she holds onto him.

“Lee,” she whines out his name, it feels so good but she’s still not used to the size of him after all of these years. Lee was girthy and the stretch gave her a delicious burn.

“C’mon,” he growls, the rumbling in his throat can be felt against Y/n’s chest, “keep it tight for me,” he begs.

“On my face.”

When Lee finally opens his eyes he looks down at her and sees some of that makeup she put on to look pretty had been ruined by tears and his cum.

“You look so fucking beautiful,” he says while trying to catch his breath. She’s sure she looks an absolute mess but she believes him and feels that she looks beautiful to him.

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