Under the Clouds
Sheriff Lee Bodecker x f!reader
tags: smut, established relationship, blowjob, petnames, minor dumbification (coz it’s Lee, duh), minor praise kink (reader)
Lee’s busy job as the town sheriff doesn’t afford the two of you many days where you can go out into nature so when it does, a picnic is always on Lee’s mind!
Your man loves your cooking because it combines two of his favourite things: you and food. So, as soon as he found out he’d be able to take the weekend off, he had surprised you with a new yellow, checkered sundress and asked you to prepare a picnic so you two could spend the day under the rolling blue spring skies.
As promised, the day arrives and your husband dresses in a matching yellow button down with a pair of blue shorts that leave only a little of his thick muscular legs to the imagination. The short drive to the secluded spot Lee favours by the lake takes a little over thirty minutes but it is worth it with the drinks on ice in the cooler in the back because the view is wondrous as ever.
Rippling water spreads out in every direction, swaying trees stooping in the wind to brush their leaves across the tranquil surface. Occasionally, a family of mallards swims past. Best of all, the two of you are the only ones there, content in your own little world filled with chirping birds and overlaid by a sky full of the most spectacular white clouds.
Lee spreads out the picnic blanket and you lay out the hearty home-cooked meal you have prepared. Lee pretends to groan, rubbing his stomach and you give him a playful shove. Indeed, twenty minutes in and half the food is already gone, your husband feeling ravenous as a wolf since he skimped on breakfast.
Soon, the two of you finish up and after putting away the dishes Lee surprises you.
“Ice cream?!!” you stare in shock at the wrapped delight he holds out.
“Only the best for my girl,” he grins wide, pleased to have this effect on you.
“How did you manage to bring it all the way out here without it melting?!”
“I kept it on ice, honey,” he says conspiratorially.
“Is that why you offered to get the drinks,” you shoot him a mock glare.
He raises his hands in surrender.
“Guilty as charged,” he admits, licking his lips.
You squeal excitedly, hugging his side and then settling down to unwrap the chocolate flavored treat. Your husband inhales his own in what seems like three bites tops but you take your time to savor it, licking and nibbling which is probably why it begins to melt and drip down your fingers a little.
You look around for a napkin but feel too lazy to slide closer to the basket to grab one so you just lick the chocolate off your fingers.
A loud moan interrupts you.
You look over to your husband with wide eyes, to find him staring at you breathless, palming himself through his shorts.
“Look at the mess you’ve made,” he growls.
You blush, looking down at your hands but he’s quick to hook a finger under your chin and click his tongue.
“Down here, darlin,” he tsks.
You hear him unzip his shorts and unbuckle his belt, and stare down at his angry red tip pointing up at you, drops of pre cum glistening in the sunlight.
“Well, don’t just sit there like a dumb little baby,” he scolds. “Aren’t you gonna clean it up?”
Tongue hanging out, you nod, ice cream dropping into the grass, forgotten.
You bring your filthy hand to encase his stiff girth and Lee groans loudly, the combination of the hot and cold temperature of your hand making his cock jump. You give his tip a few kitten licks before swallowing the whole head and Lee’s fingers find their place at the nape of your neck, his other hand delving to the front of your dress to unbutton it. With his free hand he dives underneath your collar and hums at the feeling of no bra, palming your breasts and making you moan around his solid muscle, sending vibrations up his spine.
“That’s right, honey, show me what a good girl can do,” he encourages and you moan like a whore instead of a housewife, taking him deeper and faster, head bobbing along his length as if your life depends on it.
“Right there, baby, faster, faster,” Lee is reduced to begging, one of your hands coming to play with his balls, rolling around the soft skin covering them, scratching it lightly with your nails, making him shudder.
You draw back just in time for ropes of cum to land straight on your face, dripping down your lips, the front of your dress, and down into the grass. With a loopy grin, you smear some off your face with a finger and wrap your lips around it.
“Hmm, you’re my favourite flavour, Sheriff,” you tell him and Lee swears he’s ready to fuck you senseless under the open sky right now, and make the heavens weep about how much prettier you are compared to them, especially with his cum marking you.
