YOU LET ME COMPLICATE YOU
summary: bobby's finally home, and he just can't get enough of you.
pairing: altered!bobby franklin x reader
warning(s): this is straight SMUT, dark!bobby, pinv, sex pollen??, hair pulling, choking, oral (fem receiving), biting, bloodiness, use of bodily fluids, breeding kink, monsterfucking??
a/n: this can be read as a stand alone or apart of ‘fracture’ because i know there is smut in that, but this is going to be darker ofc.. I just wanted to do this to fuel my own self indulgence, enjoy :))
“Please just stay here.. with me..”
The sharp line of his nose presses into your jaw, fingers tightening around your waist with every second that passes on bated breath.
You’re not sure how long you’ve been like this, held between him and the doorway, but it’s long enough. Long enough to feel him up against you, heartbeat thrumming wildly under skin, the light dying from the outside, leaving you both in total darkness.
And it only opens up into more darkness. The faint shadow of streetlamp glints in his pupils, and they don’t retract, not the way they should, they don’t pull from you at all. They’re completely blown, midnight black to the very outer corners of his eyes, all traces of blue faded to pure hunger.
They do that from time to time. You’ve noticed. They’ve done it ever since he’s come home, ever since you walked into that dingy hallway of the police station and found him slumped in a chair. They brightened when they found yours, instant and tender, worn from every word he couldn’t manage to say.
Just two people, arms slung around each other so tightly just so that you wouldn’t shatter.
This wasn’t that. Not this time. The embrace was just as warm, just as needy, all the ways that Bobby is. But there’s something missing, or more, you can’t quite tell. It’s something dark around the edges, the heavy exhale of breath that brushes your are and teen grazing your skin.
He’s not just holding you, he’s keeping you. Pressed between his body and the wall like a lifeline, like every tremble of his hands and pounding of his heart is going to send him over the edge.
You can’t manage much, so you do what you can.
What the truth is.
“I’m not going anywhere..”
And you’re not. You don’t want to. You couldn’t even if you wanted to. He’s been through so much, you’ve waited too long to have him home, to have him like this. But something is pulling you in, dragging you under with him into feelings all too surreal.
It’s intoxicating.
“You promise..?”
His nose nudges your own, finding your eyes.
“I promise.”
He only nods then, fluttering his eyes closed as he takes a heavy breath. Inhale. Exhale.
“I don’t want to be alone..” .. “I don’t think I can be. These feelings baby.. they’re too much, and I don’t—“ His voice cracks. And it’s desperate and exhausted.
Your hands run up his back, and he’s shaking. That’s when it cracks. A low, broken moan escapes his lips and it makes you tense. He doesn’t say a word, he can’t bring himself too, his eyes, from what isn’t entirely dark, are red, bloodshot and rimmed with tears.
The tension in his back falters from your touch, muscles twitching under your touch. Recalibrating. Like his whole body is on the verge of stuttering, collapsing into your hold. You eye him closely, squinting in the low light, and you do it carefully, sliding the one hand up to his cheek.
Your hand is warm, soothing against what you feel. The damp, clammy cool skin that meets your fingertips. Bobby only stares back, rubbing his hand needily into to touch.
“Let me help you..”
He studies you then. So closely, so intently you feel the blush creep onto your cheeks. Because it’s sharpening every moment he doesn’t tear away.
Checking. And he does, over and over again just to make sure you actually mean it. You don’t move away, lips curving into something hopeful. Something he can rely on. The very thing that makes him tick, and it collapses inside him like defeat, all control loosening to not holding back.
You’re warm. So, so warm. And so is he. Burning hotter by the second it seems like.
The room spins around you, taken in his arms, walking the steps as he backs you across the space and into the closest thing he can find. The kitchen table. And it’s calculated. He’s thought about it already, he’s been deciding the whole time. The bedroom is too far, the wall is closest but it won’t let him close enough to you.
This way he can have you.
Bobby’s hands hook at the backs of your thighs, scooping you into the table, colliding with lip and teeth gnashing into yours. They’re damp and hot. his tongue pressing along it and slipping into your mouth. You moan into the kiss, clutching at his shirt as your legs curl around his waist. He bites down then, hard, rolling the flesh in between his fangs. Crimson touches your lip but before you tug backward he’s sucking it back into his mouth, fingers comb through the back of your hair, along your scalp and down to its ends before he wraps.
A trail of glistening red drapes at your neck where he finds it exposed, spreading it around with a flick of his tongue.
“B-bobby..” He pauses. Settling his mouth over the hollow of your throat, his breath ghosting the skin as you hold back a moan. Pain thrums at your lip, so hard you can feel the heartbeat, and the pleasure swirls in your belly.
He’s always been messy, leaving marks from his fingers and mouth. So much, that your body remembers him for days afterwards. This is different. This is claiming. When he looks up, features stirring in the shadows of the room, that’s where you see it.
Primal.
It stiffens his face, pulling at his brow and the sheen that covers in his face. His striking features are so much more proportioned, so surreal.
“Need you real bad..”
The tent of his sweatpants are wet, a shameless patch right over where he’s stood half rutting against your thigh. A groan, closer to a whine pitches in his throat startling him forward, hands grabbing two fistfuls of your hips.
Your tongue darts to your lip, tasting the bead of tacky blood and the burn of something else. And you assess, you give a once over, and another, just to check what, if anything at all, is up with him. But you find nothing. Only want. That’s all there is, in his gaze, in his touch. And it’s been too long, too much waiting and too much wondering, so you fall into it.
“Okay.. it’s okay, you’ve got me.” You breathe, steadying yourself onto the rickety wood.
He drops to his knees, hitting the floor with a heavy thud. From this angle you notice the line of his cock straining taut against the stiff material, the patch of his happy trail dark against muscle. The scratch of fabric slides over your knees as his finger peels your jeans away. His nose follows his fingers, inhaling your scent with it.
He does his best not to lose his mind there and then. Lips ghost over your shins, teeth grazing as fingers running up and down your calves.
“Gorgeous..”
He rolls his tongue in his mouth, fingers smoothing over your legs. And it’s only then when you notice, he’s staring. Salivating.
He pushes himself forward, planting his mouth against your clothed core, inhaling as his lips part, his tongue shoving into heat of your pussy as one of your hands finds his hair.
“And all mine..”
His tongue drags heavy and long, slipping over the damp material. Just purely for the taste. The wetness that gathers there he sucks onto it, and hums. You whine, hips bucking involuntarily into the sensation, and his hands grip tighter around your legs, biceps tightening to the flesh of your ass. Your eyes flutter, his breath is hot, teasing and tracing his tongue along the seam of your panties.
And his eyes roll back, groaning into your heat, “All mine..”
It’s for him really. The pleasure in even saying it, reminding himself that you are, that the fingers threading through his hair tugging him closer, are every part, his. The band of the fabric snaps in one swift tug, falling away from your legs and ripped away to the floor. A gasp spills from your lips, the sting bringing you closer to his face.
The smile Bobby gives is sharp, a smirk so achingly wide it makes you shiver. And it’s all he gives, soothing small circles onto the lower of your back before he dives deeper. His lips run through your folds with a feral hum, wetness gathers all over him, across his nose he rubs teasingly at your clit, juices dripping down his chin.
And it doesn’t stop, it keeps coming, your sweetness coating his tongue while he keeps on giving, beckoning your body to provide, to let him drink you down until there’s nothing left.
You’re whining and grasping your fingers so tightly, not sure whether to push or pull, but he doesn’t budge, just groans louder and takes it. He drags you impossibly further to his face, fingers digging into the backs of your thighs to slip them over his shoulders, letting your hips buck into him.
“Taste so good baby.. my sweet girl.”
His lips wrap around the swollen bud, your mouth falling open as moans spill free, careless and hazy. Bobby keeps you like that, wet muscle merciless at your seeping hole, the aching in your legs now boneless, falling over the muscle of his back. His tongue moves quickly once he releases your clit from his mouth with an audible pop. The sound makes you whine into the deaf quiet of the apartment, your head falling back as your gaze lands onto the ceiling.
You writhe then, and he’s splitting you open, tongue shifting deep as his nose ruts against your clit. The hammering continues in your chest, fluttering with every shock that pushes you closer to the edge. Hard fingertips grasp so harshly into your thighs, you swear you can feel nail digging in, branding you. You manage to tilt your head back down, his moans only growing louder as he watches, the sound vibrating against the bud of your swollen clit.
He can’t speak. He’s got his mouth full and he’s not going to move away. Bobby is greedy like that, he’d kneel there all night if he could, just making you take it over again until you’re sobbing, shoving your head way from him with a blissed whine. But you’re already close, the very height of your climax approaching with that pit in your belly. The tears are already welling in your eyes, the pleasure, the pain of bite marks and the lost time, and the relentless flick of his tongue. You’re done for.
He doesn’t say it, but his eyes tell all. He hasn’t taken his eyes off of you, dark blues blinking up at you in a wild haze. Calling out to you, and you can hear it, his voice rings through your head, swirling in your senses.
Let go, come for me..
And you do, writhing and bucking your hips onto his tongue with a high pitched moan, his mouth capturing every last drop as he wraps his lips around you with one final suck. His tongue runs through your folds, slipping into your puckering hole just to taste you again.
“So fuckin’ good.” He murmurs against you, biting a kiss to your inner thigh, sinking down.
“Baby..” Your need is just as strong now, aching so much that you can’t take it. Red flushes your face, hair sticking to your forehead as you grab at him.
“Fuck.. fuck, baby.. I know, I know.”
He rises just as quickly as he knelt, holding your knees to the table where they fall, standing in between them. His shirt rises over his head in a shrug, the streetlamp orange casting ripples over his skin. You blink your eyes open, counting the bruises and cuts littering his body, dark purple and greens that accentuate the muscle. He’s not ashamed of them, he wears them now, they don’t hurt, they’re simply there.
But all of them are a reminder, and you find yourself staring down, hands reaching to his waist to pull him in with carefully. Two fingers find your chin, rising your face to meet his, and not the rest. And you see him. The part that has come back to you.
His smile is dark, tongue dragging slowly over his lip as he gathers up the rest he can of you. Golden strands of sandy hair are damp and mussed, his mouth is parted and breathing heavy. And he is so devastatingly handsome. So undone in a way you haven’t known before.
And it takes you under. The same fever encases you. The air in the room sucked to nothing, leaving all thoughts only of him, your world narrowed. You don’t even realise the weight of him rocking into you, his leaking tip pressing into your bare pussy. He undoes your shirt, buttons coming away with a quick drag, fingers still on your chin, stroking. And it’s like hypnosis, you can’t turn away, only shivering with the cool air pebbling your nipples.
“Doing so good f’me..” Bobby whispers soft. Even though the edges of it are cold, coaxing you, edging on desire and the knowing. That he is bathing you in the same ruin he’s been rotted with.
And he’s not apologising for it. Not when you’re like this, begging and open for him.
His sweatpants are shrugging to his knees, hard length slapping in his hand, rubbing it through your folds as you whine. The other hand cups your cheek, resting against your temple. He’s throbbing, slipping all of the way inside of you in one steady thrust, golden hairs at his base rubbing into your mound.
Your mouth falls open in a broken moan, the burn searing through your walls as he works you open. His fingers curl through your hair, nudging his nose to yours. It’s encouragement, it’s delicate and it’s wicked.
The pleasure pain built you, but he’s doing more than that. He’s breaking you open.
“So good.” He soothes you with his kiss. “Shh, shh.”
He follows the line of your jaw, capturing your mouth in intricate, sloppy pecks. The moan that leaves you when the tip of his cock punches right against a spongey spot inside you that has your mind going blank, is animalistic. And he pulls from you, enough to make you feel the loss, just to drive forward again. His pace is desperate and needy, but the rhythm he sets is far from it. The rhythm you feel, his hips sliding against yours, his cock rutting in and out, it’s calculated.
Every atom in your body seems to retract and rebuilding itself at once. The heat that fills you is more than his own, more than yours. It’s something more complicated, more ancient, like its invading your very being, and binding. The pressure burns electric with the force of him breaking you open more and more and more until..
“Just feel me..”
He knows it too. He can feel it. Because he isn’t just talking to you, he’s responding. To your body, to himself. It courses through him in ways he doesn’t understand. But he knows. His hand coasts down your stomach over the aching in your sternum and the sensitive buds of your breasts, “Right..” His fingers goes lower, resting over the skin that he has arched in his grip, the backs of your thighs slapping with every force of his thrusts into your seeping pussy.
“Here.” His palm splays out where he fucks you deep, his cock fucking into with relentless pace, reaching so far it kisses the plug of your cervix with every movement he forces. And he pushes down, collapsing his hand where you’re full of him, squeezing onto the pressure that has you clenching.
It doesn’t sound like him. Lust washes over him with a distorted affection he’s fighting to give and what’s left of it, only for you. It’s even in his voice, gruff and broken, worn from the force of his groans and his teeth bared together. Bobby’s not all there, and you know it, staring into your soul it’s as if he’s about ready to take it.
Fingers slip into your mouth, hooking, pushing at your teeth collecting the drool that sits at the curve of your chin. The other firms at your ass, catching the ripple of flesh with each rocking of the table and punch of him against your walls. He’s keeping you full, unbearably so. So much that you can’t help the electricity that wracks your body, sending shocks right to your core. You tighten around him and his head falls back.
“Fuck like that.. gonna make an even bigger mess of you.”
Your body trembles, eyes rolling back as your breaths mingle, heat searing through your bodies. The sound of skin slapping and wetness fills the space, reaching your ears so lewd and loud it makes you moan. Because it’s filthy, it’s unhinged.
“All mine..” He rasps against your lips, hips stuttering to thrust deeper.
The sensation swarms you, covering your body like a blanket caught on fire, taking your skin with it and setting it alight. It’s uncontrollable, rising over you like a fever so high sweat drips from your skin, and the shiver only adds to the friction between you. Chanting, begging over again for more. Your back arches further off of the table and into him, and he takes the opportunity. He’s panting, brushing past your ear, tracing the open skin with his tongue.
His thrusts speed up, and he sees your face flickering, moans growing wanton and babbled. Your whole body is drawing tight around his hips, heels digging into the muscle of his ass, urging him closer, nails scratching marks down his back that chokes him. A deep whimper escapes him, taking your hips to drag you back down onto his cock, and something snaps.
Your body stiffens, tightening from your toes to the strain in your neck as you come undone, a piercing moan shuddering through you as you clench around him. He brings you through it, fucking you through your high as your legs tremble and fall around him.
His palms flattern at the curve of your back, locking one arm around you to bring you flush to his chest, your breasts bunching into the sticky muscle. And he follows, driving up faster and faster, mumbling into the air with words you can’t make out.
Fuck you full, keep you full..
Make you mine.
He comes and comes again, settling inside of you as he spills. And there’s so much of it, thick white spurts of his seed that warms you from the inside, leaking from your already dripping pussy. The arm holding you tightens impossibly, making you yelp as he releases, the rise and fall of your bodies sticky and pressed together in a sheen of arousal.
His arms loosen around your middle, but you’re still holding onto one another, his hands soothing up and down your back. Your vision blurs as you rest into his heaving chest, overcome with.. everything, and your head spins where his falls into your neck, tongue flicking and pursing into a kiss right over the dip of your collarbone.
All that’s left is his voice rumbling into your skin, reverberating deep into your bones in a distorted mumble as bliss takes over you.
“Not letting you go..”
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