Bobby Franklin x FReader overstimulation fic or oral (f receiving) with Bobby humping the bed or something? Your writing is great btw
Honeydew - Bobby Franklin
Fandom: Backrooms
Warning: NSFW (18+), f!oral, fingering, a little overstimulation, grinding on bed, and praise.
Relationship: Bobby Franklin x f!reader
Notes: Thank you so much for the love! This request is so good! Lovely and smutty. I hope you enjoy it. Finished a little late since I've been suffering through a heat wave ):
ℕ𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤 - Click for more backrooms
The record skips. A lurch in whatever obnoxious sound that had been filling the bedroom. His arms were resting on either side of your head, intertwining one hand with yours where he could pin it down softly against the pillow above your head, almost touching the headboard; fingers clenching and unclenching against your own with soft reassurances that if you desired, you could easily slip out of the restricting hold. Your other hand had crept beneath his cropped t-shirt, exploring the happy trail between the faint muscle beneath. His abdomen tensed with every lingering touch, sensitive against the pawing of your fingertips.
The perverted slack muscle of his tongue that kneaded your own with eager prodding had you enamoured; completely and utterly absorbed in the taste. It was warm, thick and coated in the essence of something earthy and herbal that clung to him at all times.
Fingers curling under the front of his belt, you used your feverish grip to adjust where he was positioned; dragging him closer between your thighs. Bobby eagerly accepted your request, shifting forward and laid his weight upon you with a soft sigh. It felt as if you were drinking his every kiss, chin lifting as you returned the affection with an eager response. Chasing the soft tingling that settled upon your mouth, you latched onto his bottom lip and sucked. It was slick, lewd, and after a while, achingly overflowing with lust.
Your hand raised slightly; fingers pressing lightly into his skin, trying to hold his jaw but they moved constantly; shifting from beneath his chin, the joint of his jaw, and down to the side where you could feel the muscles in his neck shift beneath the pressure of your fingertips. "Hmm, you're so fuckin' perfect." Bobby pulled back hesitantly, leaving your lips coated in saliva and swollen from his attention. You were panting beneath him, chest heaving with every breath as if he had been stealing them. He looked down at you, staring at your mouth with feverish intent. "Such a pretty thing," he murmured, swiping his thumb against your bottom lip and smudging the excess of spit carelessly. "So fuckin' messy." And then he was dipping back towards your mouth for one last peck, enveloping the soft vibrations as you hummed contently against his affections.
Bobby pulled back again, shifting on his elbows that allowed him to hover above you; the mattress dipping beneath his weight. His hand untangled from your own, leaving them slack against the pillow, and instead nudges the nimble structure of his fingers into crawling against your own. "Listen, what do you wanna do…" he paused for a moment, looking between the flushed position of your bodies with a slight furrow as if he was thinking about his next action carefully. "Um… fuck, Jesus. Can you- just help me with your belt." When he moved to sit up, you followed him, leaning on your hands for stability. "I mean, stay down, see-" he pushed you back down, ignoring the burst of laughter from his eager fumbling with your belt. "Let's just- see um, it's fine. I've got it." Your belt clinked and then split apart, allowing him access to the button and zipper. He looked back up for just a moment with a smile, his top teeth protruding just slightly; enough that you felt tempted to press the pad of your thumb against canine and premolars.
You couldn't hold back the delighted expression; a familiar tugging sensation at the corner of your mouth. "Uh huh?" you pressed your tongue against your premolars, an attempt to smother the amused twist by occupying your mouth with something else.
"Are you gonna lift up for me?" the question fell softly, but already Bobby had curled his fingers beneath the waistband of your jeans and dragged until the material had slipped past the plush curve of your asscheeks. "Good girl." He paused his eager advancements, realising he was now partially an obstacle to his actions. Shifting back on his knees, he shoved your legs into bending at the knee and then he was pulling your jeans and cotton thong off the rest of the way.
They were thrown somewhere over the edge of the bed to crumble up into a pile against the soft carpet; another thing that was cluttering the bedroom floor. Your hips settle once again upon the mattress. Some part of you was aware of the drastic vulnerability that he had pulled you into. You couldn't feel it. Couldn't even fathom that distinct fact being important when Bobby had shifted between your thighs, laying down on his stomach and resting his chin upon your pelvis. He stared up at you with an anticipated grin. "You're such a pretty boy," you murmured. He pressed an open mouthed kiss against your hip with a pleased grin, trailing across your skin slowly.
You watched with half-lidded eyes, head tilting forward slightly as your breath grew shallow with every careful scrape of his teeth against your soft skin, taunting you with the promise of his mouth. His thumbs were kneading into the soft skin beneath the crook of your knees, gentle coaxing motions that had your limbs feeling especially lethagric as they fell slack on either side. "C'mere… fuck. i want you to- Jesus, move your hips up."
"Fucking hell, alright," you laughed as he curled his fingers under the plush curve of your ass, coaxing your hips up slightly.
Bobby slung one arm around your thighs, restraining your movement as his forearm presses against your upper thighs and then dragged you down the mattress a couple inches. With the other he slowly gathered the beginning of your juices upon the gentle pads of his fingers, soaking them in the action of caressing your clit with his index and middle finger before using them to spread your folds apart. There was no announcement, no soft words to inform you of his next action. There was just the lewd pressure of his tongue pressing flush against your cunt, licking up in one fluid motion that had all the cruel precision of stealing your sense of stability. "F-fuck-" your whine dipped beneath the surface, catching in your throat as your hips moved without permission, seeking the slight curl at the tip of his tongue that collected your slick. You reached behind your head and allowed your knuckles to strain under the pressure of clenching the lifeless pillow, fingernails digging into the fabric. "B-Bobby- fuck."
"Yeah?" Bobby murmured, barely listening to your pleasure addled whining, pulling back slightly to throw one of your thighs over his shoulder. He almost laughed when he saw the expression on your face; eyes closed and mouth slightly parted. And he was pressing his tongue upon you again. His tongue dragged heavily, slowly coaxing every soft sound from your mouth with his gentle stroking. "Litt-" you inhaled slightly, barely a breath to fill your lungs. "Little to the left."
Bobby was fighting the urge to smile when your hips had begun to grind in slow shifting motions. "T-there," you nodded feverishly, back arching softly as you welcomed the soft pleasure he was providing so kindly. "Please," the whining sound was embarrassing, but it has him feverishly lapping at your slit with unveiled excitement to taste every lick of arousal that he could capture. He hadn't started to on purpose, it was an absentminded thing that caught him unawares until his lower abdomen tensed during a particularly delicious grind of his bulge against the rough texture of his jeans as he widened his knees and pressed down on the dishevelled bedding. If he was less disciplined in the usual acts that unfolded on the bed, he would have shoved a hand beneath his belt to grasp the twitching length of his cock in hope of some relief. Instead, he pressed further into you, dipping lower to swirl the tip of his tongue against the soft fluttering of your cunt.
You gasped sharply, eyes squeezing shut with the throes of pleasure that seeped into your head. "F-Fuck, fuck, fuck." You babbled weakly as your thighs squirmed under his hold, nuzzling into your bicep after throwing one arm over your face, as he prodded mercilessly. Every helpless clench was useless. Your body shivered at the teasing pressure that barely entered more than an inch. It was torture. Your mind was shoved into that little corner that could only manage to trail along the desperate desire to feel the pressure of his cock stretching your cunt pleasantly.
You grumbled when he pulled away, stealing that edge of pleasure. Preventing that lovely edge. "Look at you, so needy for attention. So fuckin' pretty. So sweet." He tightened his hold upon your thighs, holding them still as your hips attempted to rise up with desperation. He kissed your inner thigh, a smear of your slick left behind, and he dragged his fingers through the sopping folds, then, while admiring how you were dripping down to his knuckles, he decided to move his fingers from side to side in an erratic motion that stripped you down into pleasure filled intoxication. He was wearing you thin. Every tentative, open mouthed kiss upon your thighs had your limbs begging to squirm. "Bobby-" you mewled, shuddering violently, reaching down to grasp his wrist when he pinched your clit teasingly.
"Shhh, I've got you," he promised, kissing your clit softly as if to apologise for the harsh treatment. His hips shifted against the mattress again, searching for friction while his fingers coated in your juices. It felt impossible to focus on both things, his cock leaking a patch of pre-cum into the denim of his jeans. "Fuck, Jesus, this is..." he presses against your welcoming cunt until you enveloped his index and middle finger in one fluid movement. Your legs jolted on his shoulders at the sudden intrusion, biting on your tongue until a metalic tang began to form.
He angled his fingers in an upward direction before curling them with careful adjustment that allowed the pads of his fingers to press against the soft, spongy area inside. "There we go. That's it, isn't it?" he murmured, dragging his fingers slowly back and forth with knowing precision
Hand twisted into the soft fabric of your t-shirt, you tugged it up enough that your breasts were revealed. You wanted it off. It was too hot. It was too. It was. It was too much. Your head tilted back with a shudder, hips pushing down eagerly to grind into his hand. "Stay still, baby." He dragged his fingers slowly, curling against your walls, and pushed them back in until your brows furrowed, breath hitching softly and thighs trembling like static. "That's it. Stay still. Doin' so well. Hmm?" Bobby's breath was warm against your inner thigh, the lewd presence of his teeth a delicate display of nipping that would inspire blotches. His mouth moved further up, returning to your cunt where he could lap at your folds with eager flicks.
Gradually, he had polluted what scraps of sanity were stuck beneath a passive resistance. It was bone deep, becoming an aching cavity in your lower abdomen as he savours the excess of juices with a slight curl of his tongue dragging between your folds. The warm slick that he had coaxed out of your cunt had become a banquet sweeter than honeydew. His knuckles pressed against your cunt with every jolting thrust of his fingers that sought out the soft, spongy spot inside with exhilarating dedication. Your juices were dripping down to his wrist. The sound of it had become obscene, crowding the cluttered apartment with the squelch of his fingers stuffing your cunt repeatedly without restraint. Part of you was sure he would pull away and lick it up as if you were some kind of melting desert that couldn't be allowed to drip. But he didn't. Bobby devoured what was laid in front of him, lapping at your pussy with undignified delight. His name was repeated endlessly, settling familiarly within your mouth. And you knew the softness of every letter would haunt your moments without him.
You were losing self-control, inch by tentative inch it was being stolen out from under your feet. His mouth clung to your clit, sucking heavily as his tongue flicked and then laid flat against it to drag through your folds. "C'mon, baby," he murmured, moving a little higher where he found that spot that had your legs collapsing against his shoulder, your cunt clenching tightly around his fingers. The faint fluttering of your walls were grasping at him to provide some relief from the relentless drag of his fingers fucking into you. "Hmm- fuck- fuck- I can't," you whimpered, back arching when he crooked his fingers a little more and his other hand pressed down firmly on your naval. It swallows you wholly, barreling through gravity and taking over your mind like some parasitic retelling that had your body overflowing with a swirling, white ecstasy. It felt fragile. An overwhelming thing that split the seams open inside your belly and threw your silent sedation into a lewd display of convulsions, trembling thighs and a mouth that opened slightly to gasp fretfully at filling your lungs.
"Pretty thing, aren't you? Fuckin' dripping all over my fingers." Your thighs trembled violently, clenching around his wrist as he crawled up your body and captured your mouth in a open-mouthed display of affection; swallowing every hitching whimper that crawled up your throat with a satisfied chuckle. "There you go. There. That's it," he coaxed as his thumb swivelled upon your throbbing clit and his fingers ground against your walls softly, guiding you through it while idly thinking about the bulge in his trousers as he licked into your mouth with lewd intention, leaving behind the taste of your cunt that he had so diligently cared for. It was smeared across his mouth, a sweet gleam across his chin. "Good girl," Bobby murmured, your mouth barely touching his own as your breath mingled, his tone twisted in a mockingly lyrical tilt as he grinned with triumph. "You did so fuckin' good."
You barely nodded at the praise, the ringing in your ears muffling the world. But you held onto him, grasping his shoulders tightly and chased his mouth desperately despite the ragged way you attempted to fill your lungs. "I did..." you whispered as he brought his fingers to a still inside, only gently rubbing the pads of his fingers against your walls as if to soothe the constant fluttering. You were only halfaware of what you were even agreeing with. "Yeah."
ty to my friend cora for helping me and giving me advice and ik its another dendro sword but theres a reason please trust
anyways she was made to be shipped with arlecchino! ill probably explain more of them when i decide on a few solid things maybe when i finally design her weapon then ill make a huge post for her lol
