✐ᝰ .⋆♱, ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ !
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(ꜱ): ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴄᴜꜱꜱɪɴɢ, ᴄᴀᴍᴇʀᴀ ꜱᴇx.
ʙᴏʙʙʏ ꜰʀᴀɴᴋʟɪɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ !
the apartment was completely quiet except for the low, steady hum of the refrigerator and the distant, muffled sound of city traffic outside the window. it was just a normal evening, a regular world, which made the small digital camcorder sitting on the coffee table feel so much louder than it actually was.
bobby was sitting on the edge of the sofa, a glass of amber liquid held loosely in one hand and the camera resting in the other. he was adjusting the settings, his thick shoulders relaxed, but his dark, heavy eyes were fixed entirely on you as you walked into the living room wearing nothing but one of his oversized shirts.
you took one look at the camera and paused, a sudden, hot flush creeping up your neck. "you really want to do this, bobby?" you asked, crossing your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling incredibly exposed under his gaze.
he set his glass down on the side table, never breaking eye contact, and patted the spot right on his lap. "come here," he said. his voice was low, deep, and raspy, carrying that thick, grounding weight that always made your knees feel completely weak.
you swallowed hard and walked over, straddling his thighs. your bare skin instantly absorbed the immense, radiating heat of his body. bobby didn't hesitate; his large, calloused hands slid tightly around your waist, anchoring you to him. he lifted the camera with one hand, angling the lens so the flip out screen showed both of your faces.
"i want a record of us like this," bobby murmured, his lips brushing against your jawline, sending an involuntary shiver straight down your spine. "no distractions, no work. just you and me behind closed doors. tomorrow i have a double shift, and i want something in my pocket that reminds me of exactly how beautiful you look when you are mine."
the absolute, raw honesty in his dark eyes made your chest tighten, your breath catching in your throat. he set the camera down on the coffee table, propping it up carefully on a couple of books so it caught the entire sofa in a perfect, clear frame. he pressed the record button, and the little red light began to blink.
bobby turned all his attention back to you, his gaze dropping to your lips before locking back onto your eyes. he reached up, his rough thumb slowly tracing your bottom lip, forcing it to part slightly before he leaned in and kissed you. it was a deep, completely possessive kiss. his tongue slid against yours with a heavy, deliberate rhythm that completely consumed you, making you forget all about the little glass lens watching from the table.
he let out a low groan into your mouth, his hands sliding up under the hem of your shirt to find bare skin. his palms were rough and warm, gripping your ribs with just enough pressure to make you gasp against his lips, a sharp contrast to the intense heat pooling in your lower stomach.
bobby pulled the shirt over your head and tossed it onto the floor, his eyes darkening to a dangerous shade as he looked down at your bare chest. "you are so fucking perfect," he whispered, his voice thick and deep, making sure every syllable was clear on the recording.
he shifted, guiding you down onto the soft cushions of the sofa while he hovered directly over you. he unbuttoned his jeans with steady, practiced hands, kicking them off along with his underwear until he was completely bare and pressing against you. his thigh parted your legs, pushing high up between your thighs, right against your aching center.
"look at the camera for a second, baby," bobby whispered, his breath hot against your neck as he began to trail sharp, biting kisses down your jaw to your collarbone. "tell it what you want."
"bobby, please," you gasped, your fingers tangling desperately in his dark hair as the friction of his heavy leg against your slick skin drove you completely crazy. you couldn't even look at the lens; your face was entirely flushed, your eyes half lidded with pure arousal.
he chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated right against your chest. "look at it," he commanded softly, his hand sliding down between your legs. he found you completely ready for him, dripping and slick. he slipped two fingers deep inside you on a sudden, heavy stroke, making you arch your back and let out a loud, broken cry.
bobby watched your reaction on the small camera screen for a split second, a proud, deeply satisfied smirk playing on his lips, before he focused entirely back on your face. his thumb began to work your clit in a brutal, perfect rhythm, matching the steady stretch of his fingers inside you until your hips were rolling against his hand helplessly.
"bobby, i need you, please," you pleaded, tears of pure ecstasy pricking the corners of your eyes.
"i know," he murmured, his voice incredibly gentle but his grip unyielding. "i got you."
he pulled his fingers out, making you whine in immediate protest, but he only did it to align himself. he guided his length to your opening and pushed inside you in one deep, slow, unhurried stroke that filled you to the absolute limit. you let out a breathless, choked sob, burying your hot face in his neck as his chest heaved against yours.
bobby didn't rush. he kept his movements deliberate and incredibly heavy, each deep thrust driving you deeper into the cushions of the sofa. "look at me," he commanded softly, his fingers catching your chin and forcing your face up. "open your eyes. let me see you."
you looked up, your vision blurry. bobby was staring down at you with so much fierce affection and raw, unfiltered lust it made your breath completely catch. he accelerated the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, and more urgent. the camera recorded every single sound; the loud, wet slap of skin, your desperate, ragged gasps, and every quiet, protective declaration of love he whispered directly into your ear.
the pleasure coiled so tight inside you that you couldn't hold it back anymore. bobby found the perfect, deepest angle, driving into you over and over until you completely shattered. your walls clamped down around him in tight, violent ripples as you cried out his name, your voice echoing loudly in the quiet apartment.
hearing your climax pushed bobby right over the edge. he let out a deep, guttural groan, burying his face in the crook of your shoulder as he pushed deep inside you one last time. his entire, heavy frame shook against yours as his own release hit him, filling you completely.
he collapsed against you, holding you tightly against his chest, his heart hammering wildly against your ribs as your breathing gradually slowed down. after a few minutes of quiet, heavy breathing, bobby reached over the edge of the sofa and grabbed the camera, bringing it close to the two of you.
he looked at the screen, watching the playback of your flushed, sweat sheened faces and tangled limbs, then looked down at you with a warm, incredibly satisfied smile.
"perfect," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "turn that off for me, baby."
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