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Hi! Can I request a One Shot where Bobby Green is now a cop and he's pissed off because he can't solve a case, and has his gf (Y/N) with him in the car, and she starts to flirt with him until he falls for her, and we have a smutty thing? Thank you a lot!

Thank you so so much for your patience with this request, anon! I really appreciate it and I hope you enjoy it.

Backseat Serenade

Pairing: Bobby Green from "We Own the Night" x Reader

Summary: Two hours late for date night, Bobby Green comes home from a horrifying case in need of reassurance and relief.

Warnings: profanity, mentions of violence, and smut.

When you’re dating a cop, having a police car show up at your house can be either be the worst thing, or the best thing to ever happen at night.

It could mean that you’d be getting the news that your boyfriend had made the ultimate sacrifice while on duty, or at least had been critically injured. Or it could mean that he’s just been held up by a case, which caused him to be two hours late for your date night.

You blew out the candles on the small dining table, and put on a jacket before heading out to the front door. And to your relief, you found Bobby, sitting inside the police car behind the wheel. He was frowning, his eyes on the case files in his hand.

“Bobby?” You tapped on the glass of the car window. When you heard the “click” of the door unlocking, you invited yourself into the passenger seat. “Hey.” You gave him a kiss on the cheek, only for him to keep staring at the files. “Everything okay?”

Bobby sighed. “This case is just killing me.” He placed the files on the dashboard, slowly turning to you. “Some prisoner who was supposed to donate a kidney to his sister opened fire on the operating table. Killed every doctor in the room.” His shoulders slumped and the corners of his mouth drooped. “I was just at the hospital, talking to the OR cleaner - some college student - and he said that every doctor was found bleeding with at least one shot to the chest.” Bobby rubbed the bridge of his nose. “How did he even get a gun in there in the first place?”

 “It must be exhausting. But you’ll find him, the killer. I just know it,” you assured him while massaging the back of his shoulders. Then you pecked your boyfriend on the cheek again. This time, Bobby grumbled a ‘thanks’. A small part of you wanted to swat the files out of his hand, but his pensive, serious expression convinced you it might lead to a fight on date night. “Bobby?” You gently called him. “Bobby, honey? Why don’t you take a break from that? Maybe you can come inside, have some dinner.” 

“Not hungry.” Bobby kept his other hand on your knee. “Sorry.” 

“Bobby, you need to get some rest. You’ll feel better.” 

“I just can’t.” Bobby sighed again. 

“Maybe I can help you.” You took your hand in his and kissed the back of his knuckles. You knew how heavy his cases could be, how his job barely ever gave him the chance to stop and process just how awful his cases could be. And the moments that he did get to think about how much gore, how much violence, and how much horror took place every day, it sucked the life out of him. And as his girlfriend, you had to be extra gentle with him those days. Attempt to show him the other, non-criminal side of the world and how good it could be. “Bobby?...Bobby, would you look at me? Just for a minute?” You cajoled him.

After a while, he threw the files onto the dashboard and finally looked at you. “Happy?”

“It’s good to see you,” you simply said, reaching to touch his rough cheek. “I’m always happy to see you.” Lines creased on his forehead as he lifted his eyebrows, his frown dissolving from this lips. Then, you leaned in and kissed him, his mustache stubble scratching your upper lip. You deepened the kiss, your hand wandering up from his cheek to the back of his hand, your fingers in his dark curls. 

Bobby’s lips didn’t move much, but his hand returned to your knee, steadying you as you leaned across the gear shift. His other hand rested on your shoulder, even as he pulled away from the kiss. “I don’t know if I can.” 

“Can do what?” You asked, lower lip slightly forward. 

“This case…I can’t think of anything else right now.” 

“Then don’t think,” you coaxed him, weaving your fingers through his hair. “Don’t think about anything tonight. Just…breathe into your body…let me do all the work here. You just relax.” You leaned in and kissed Bobby on the lips again, but only for a brief moment before trailing your lips along the side of his neck. You took your time with your kisses, undoing the top buttons of his police uniform as your lips traveled down to the place where his neck met his shoulder. 

Bobby closed his eyes and sighed your name. Once, then twice with the vowels extended. He leaned into you, his skin getting hot under the collar of his uniform. “You’re…What are you doing?”

“I told you not to think,” you purred, undoing another button. “Just let me do all the work.” As Bobby continued to sigh and moan under his breath, his fingers tightened around your knee. His grip excited you, and you gently bit his neck. 

Bobby let out a groan. “If you give me a fucking hickey, I swear to God…”

“What? What are you going to do?” You chuckled, encouraging him to play into the dark, humorous thought.

Bobby opened his eyes, taking your chin in his hand and lifting your head up. “I might leave you a couple of my own as payback.” He smirked, lifting the right corner of his mouth. 

This was your favorite expression of Bobby’s - his teenage boyish smirk where he knew was up to absolutely no good, and those soft green eyes that now reflected the warm yellow car light. It was a reminder of the playful romantic you first fell in love with. The same one who took you on ride-alongs even though it was forbidden. The same one who surprised you at your apartment at two in the morning with pizza and flowers after his shift just because he could. The same one who carried you over the threshold bridal-style the first day you moved into your home. 

You chuckled. “You would?”

“Oh, you bet I would.” Bobby took the lead this time, kissing you passionately. He gently bit your bottom lip, knowing it would drive you crazy. You wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it all night long. His hand, that was rising on your knee, was now making its way up your thigh until it disappeared under the hem of your dress. “The guys at the station wouldn’t leave me alone about it.” 

You gasped, his fingers now teasing you through your underwear. Just like that, every sleepless night where he was out on duty, every time you prayed on your knees for him to come home safely, and every time you had to remain strong while he fell asleep on your shoulder from sheer exhaustion and trauma - it was all worth it. At the end of it all, he was yours. Signed, sealed, and delivered, yours. “Backseat. Now,” you managed to say before shoving the door open and almost jumping onto the cushioned seat there. 

Bobby joined you there, carefully pulling you on top of him. “Perfect view…” he breathed heavily, looking up at you like you were his only source of refuge right now. When you reached over and turned the radio on, he chuckled as the pop punk music filled the car. “Come on, that’s just going to draw attention.” 

“It’s 11 PM, this entire neighborhood’s asleep,” you dismissed before lowering your lips onto his for a brief kiss. You carefully straddled his left thigh and began to gyrate your hips back and forth, riding him. “No one’s going to know…” you assured, Bobby’s hands going to your hips. It started with sighs and whispers of profanity as you rubbed your pussy against his muscular thigh through the fabric of your clothes. But as you continued to move with more intensity, more desire to have him as close as the barriers of clothing could permit, wetness gathered between your legs. “Yes,” you exhaled. “Fuck yes.” Your fingers undid Bobby’s belt and tossed it to the floor as the music intensified in the car. 

Backseat serenade

Dizzy hurricane

Oh god, I'm sick of sleeping alone

You're salty like a summer day

Kiss the sweat away

To your radio

Bobby chuckled, watching you move along his thigh and somehow free his erect cock from his pants and his briefs. “You’re unbelievabl-” He cut himself off with a surprised groan, your fingers moving up and down his length, your thumb brushing the head of his erection. 

“Mmmh,” you continued to rub him sensually. “You’re making me so wet.”

“Let me feel it,” Bobby insisted between grunts. Then, he clenched his fingers around your hips until you stopped grinding on him. “Take your hand off, stop playing around, and fuck me.” 

“What?” 

Bobby reached forward, ripped your panties off with a loud tear, and flung them to the floor where his belt lay. “Just fuck me…Fuck me until I’ve forgotten about everything but you. Please.” He hiked your dress up and touched you between your folds, groaning again at the slick essence that covered his fingertips. “Please.” 

Hissing something in agreement, you sunk yourself onto him, reaching for the back of one of the seats to guide you with one hand keeping his cock in the perfect position to enter you. The two of you moaned together, with Bobby’s hands all over your back and your shoulders while you bounced on him.  He threw his head back and gazed at the way your hair moved with you, and how your lips fell apart even when you weren’t making noise. “Don’t stop,” he begged as the music continued. “Not now, baby.” 

Backseat serenade

Little hand grenade

Oh god, I'm sick of sleeping alone

You're salty like a summer day

Kiss the pain away

To your radio

You rocked  your hips and moved faster, his balls slapping against your ass every time. “Not going to stop - I’m…I’m “ You didn’t want this high to stop, but it was well on its way. You shut your eyes tightly, heart racing, your thighs tensing  - “I’m going to come! I’m coming!” Moving up and down at least a few more times, you moaned louder wordlessly until your climax washed over you like a rainstorm. Crying out Bobby’s name, you fell forward, chest-to-chest with your boyfriend. You climbed off quickly just as he came undone, his sticky, white hot seed staining the front of his trousers. At the stain, the two of you chuckled despite the exhaustion while the radio moved onto a new song. And when the laughter subsided, you cupped Bobby’s cheeks in a gentle, reassuring kiss.

“I love you.” Bobby murmured against your lips. “Please never leave me…I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

“I’m not leaving you. I’m not going anywhere.” You promised with one last kiss. “I’m always here for you.” 

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Hi there, honey! Y'know what? I was thinking about our dear Bobby Green, and how underrated he is and that we have just a few fics about him. How about a smut about him in his cop state and a little pissed off because of an unsolved case, taking his girlfriend (Y/N) in his car and playing with the handcuffs at her wish, sort of that? Thank you!

I am so sorry for the time it took me to answer your request T_T but I hope you and others will enjoy it <3 Bobby is indeed so underrated !

**Brooklyn, 1989**

The police station air was thick with cigarette smoke and frustration. Bobby leaned over his desk, one hand gripping a half-empty coffee cup, the other rubbing his temple. The case file in front of him was a mess...witness statements that contradicted each other, surveillance photos that told him nothing, and a suspect list that was too damn short. A drug bust gone sideways, a key informant shot dead, and the scumbags responsible still nowhere to be found.

His colleagues had warned him; cases like this had a way of eating at you, crawling under your skin until they felt personal. But Bobby was already there, knee-deep in it, his patience worn thin.

“Bobby.” A voice cut through his thoughts. It was one of the rookies, wide-eyed and nervous. “Cap wants to see you.”

Bobby exhaled sharply, shutting the file with more force than necessary. “Yeah, yeah. Tell him I’m comin’.”

He pushed back his chair, grabbed his leather jacket off the backrest, and threw it on. Whatever the captain had to say, Bobby wasn’t in the mood for another lecture on procedure. He needed a break. More than that, he needed a distraction.

And he knew exactly where to find one.

Bobby hopped in his car. The captain was used to his need to vent, his unconventional way of working. And there was nothing he could say about it; Bobby needed this too much. After a half-hour drive, Bobby’s tires screeched as he pulled up outside your apartment, his grip still tight on the wheel. The inside of the car smelled like cigarettes and worn leather, the tension from the precinct still sitting heavy in his chest. He ran a hand down his face, exhaling hard.

A few seconds later, the passenger door opened. You slid in, your perfume cutting through the smoke scent in the car, something soft and familiar that made his jaw unclench just a little.

“Hey, handsome,” you murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. He let you, but he didn’t kiss back. Not yet.

You pulled back, reading him in that way you always did, eyes flicking over his face. “Long day?”

Bobby huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, somethin’ like that.” He started driving, one hand on the wheel, the other drumming against his thigh.

You watched him for a beat. “You gonna tell me about it?”

“Nah.” His voice was rough, edged with something he wasn’t ready to let go of yet. “Nothin’ you need to worry about.”

You didn’t push. You never did. Instead, you reached out, fingers light on his forearm, tracing over the veins there. A small, teasing touch. “You’re tense.”

Bobby smirked, shaking his head again. “No shit.”

You grinned, letting your nails scrape lightly against his skin. “Maybe I could help with that.”

He glanced at you, finally, eyes dark under the glow of the passing streetlights. “Yeah?”

Your lips curled. “Yeah.”

And then, quieter, more deliberate…

“You still got those handcuffs?” you asked, detailing him in his uniform. If there was one thing exciting about his change of life, it was his uniform, he was terribly sexy in it.

Bobby let out a slow breath through his nose, his fingers tightening around the wheel.

Shit.

"You know me. If we start that way, you won't be able to stop me." He warned you. When he was in that kind of mood, better leave him alone or let him do whatever he needed to do.

"Who said I wanted you to stop, Officer Green?" you replied, your hand traveling down his thigh and squeezing it. His eyes glanced at your hand, his pupils dilating with desire.

"Bobby, look at the road!" you suddenly exclaimed, catching the lights of a car passing close, making him pull on the wheel to correct the car's path.

"Fuck, that was a close one!" he burst out laughing, shaking his head as he steadied the car. "You're gonna get in trouble, sweetheart." Even though he had become a cop, he still had that hint of craziness; that man who enjoyed having fun and took nearly nothing seriously except you.

"Am I, Officer?" You grinned, leaning back against your seat and biting your lower lip as you detailed him suggestively.

Bobby let out a rough chuckle, shaking his head as he flicked the turn signal and pulled the car into a quiet side street. The tires crunched against the pavement as he eased the car to a stop, throwing it into park. The street was dimly lit, empty except for the soft hum of the city in the distance.

He turned toward you, one arm draped lazily over the wheel, the other reaching out to trace his fingers along your jaw. "You keep runnin' that mouth, sweetheart, and you're gonna see just how much trouble you can get into."

Your breath hitched, but you held his gaze, tilting your chin up defiantly. "Maybe that's exactly what I want."

Bobby hummed, low and amused, before his fingers trailed lower, ghosting over your throat, then down your arm. "Yeah?"

You nodded, a slow, deliberate movement. "Yeah." His hand dipped toward his belt, where the cool metal of his handcuffs gleamed under the faint glow of the streetlight. He let his fingers brush over them, teasing. "Then maybe I oughta do somethin’ about that."

The way he looked at you, dark, hungry, sent a shiver down your spine. You swallowed, pulse quickening, anticipation thick between you.

"Then do it," you whispered, a challenge laced in your tone.

Bobby's smirk deepened as he reached for the cuffs, the click of metal loud in the quiet car. "You asked for it, sweetheart." And just like that, his frustration from the precinct faded, replaced by something else entirely, a way to vent, one that only you mastered.

"Put your hands in front of you, madam. Don't do anything harsh or I'll be the bad cop," he spoke, playing his role to perfection. It made you squeeze your legs together, tempted to play naughty already. You put your hands in front of you, an innocent air playing in your eyes.

You watched as he seized your wrists, his grip firm as he secured the cuffs. A little smile played on his lips, his fingers toying with the chain between them, enjoying watching you squirm in anticipation. You squealed when the back of your seat suddenly reclined, nearly flattening out. You had been so captivated by his fingers on your cuffs that you hadn’t noticed him reaching for the lever.

"What? Scared, baby?" he chuckled, a wolfish grin spreading across his face as he shifted onto your seat, his knee pressing between your thighs, teasingly close. His cop hat tilted slightly, the rogue air about him only making your pulse race faster. His hand came to your face, cupping your chin, thumb brushing over your lips. "I'm so fuckin’ lucky to have found you," he murmured.

You kissed his thumb, then lightly sucked the tip, making his breath hitch, his pupils darken with something raw and unrestrained. "My handsome… officer. But please don't stop," you whispered, swallowing hard as he grabbed your cuffed wrists, pinning them above your head.

His mouth brushed over yours, teasing, taunting. "Oh, sweetheart," he murmured, his lips curling into a smirk. "I ain't stoppin’ till you beg me to." His words made you shudder, your pussy aching already from arousal. 

"My such a good girl, so needy already..." he chuckled at your reaction "I can feel how wet you are for me darlin'..." he purred, referring to his knee pressed between your legs. He could feel your warmth, your moisture transpiring through your panties. 

He licked his lips, taking out his knife. He brushed it against your breast, loving the way you gasped as the cold metal of a blade brushed against your hard nipples through your shirt. The blade slid down to your belly and under your shirt. He pressed slightly, the blade so sharp that it easily made your buttons pop, exposing your breast without bra.

"Hmmm...you did it on purpose don't you? to get some officer’s attention?" he played, in fact he was right, you loved to provoke him, tease him in the most inappropriate times. 

"Perhaps...take off the rest and I'll show you..." you purred, undulating your body suggestively. Bobby exhaled, not able to make you wait any longer. He placed his mouth on your chest, kissing your breast, fondly, hungrily. One hand cupping it as he kissed and nibbled your nipple. 

His other hand let go of the knife to travel down your body once again, sliding underneath your skirt until it reached your laced panties "Oh...I see...missing your Bobby huh?" he smirked, his fingers pressing against your pussy, feeling how much it had wet your panties.  His mouth went up to your neck, covering your skin in slow, sloppy kisses, his nose inhaling your scent. One that made him lose his mind. You started moaning under his touch, closing your eyes to enjoy the full sensation of his lips, his fingers all over you. You moved your arms to grab his hair, loving to bury your fingers in those thick curls. 

But he stopped you, sizing your cuffed wrist "Huhuh no sweetheart. Can't touch a man of the law." he teased you, pushing your arms up again but a sly light flashed through his eyes "Unless he orders you to. Undo my pants baby." he ordered you, his voice hoarse from arousal, letting you lower your arms again.

You panted excitedly, the chain of the cuffs clicking as you worked to undo his belt, licking your lips as you enjoyed the sight of his swollen bulge pressing through those fitting pants. You flattened your palms, rubbing them slowly against it, teasing him back, watching as he opened his mouth, and moved his hips "Oh you're trying my patience..." he moaned, his hand caressing your neck, grabbing a handful of your hair as he enjoyed your touch. 

Deep down, you wished you weren't in that damn uncomfortable car so you would take your time, use your mouth...but in that tight space it wasn't possible. Anyway, you knew you would have plenty of time later to quench your thirst. Your fingers unzipped his pants slowly as you made eye contact with Bobby, provocative, he was at your mercy right now, his eyes, his entire body begging for more. "Huh....missing your sweetheart huh officer?" you teased him back, using the same words he had used for you while you uncovered his hard manhood.

His pupils dilated, his breathing faster “Enough.” He groaned, grabbing the chain of your cuffs again and lifting them above your head as he crashed his lips against yours. He didn’t let you touch his erection no more. No, now he wanted one thing, and your hands wouldn’t be enough.

He grabbed your thighs and lifted them, pulling you closer to his hips. You gasped as you felt his cock press against your panties, rubbing against your sensitive spot. He licked his lips, his fingers pushing away your panties to expose your hole. “Do it Bobby, I can’t wait any longer!” you whined. Your cries terribly aroused him, he pushed his hips forward, and penetrated you, gasping excitedly.

“Ah…Y/N…!” he breathed, his left hand squeezing your tied wrist, his pinky finger entwinning with yours. He couldn’t help those tender gestures, and it was something you loved. Bobby always pretended to be a bad boy, you knew it was just a façade. You wrapped your legs around him, encouraging his hungry thrusts, your arms already aching from being held up but damn it was so hot.

His mouth crashed against yours once again in a heated battle that none of you would win. His hat fell over, the car slightly creaking from the movement of your entwined bodies. The metal and glass of the car not able to conceal your moans. You didn’t give a fuck, no one would say a thing to a cop.

Soon, Bobby’s grip on the cuffs weakened, his hand wanting to steady your hips better. You took that opportunity to trap Bobby in your embrace, your tied wrist nuzzling around his neck, your legs pressing him deeper inside you. It made both of you reach peak, pleasure becoming more and more overwhelming, your voices higher pitch.

Finally, you came, you back arching and your legs quivering, your mind dazed. After a few more erratic thrusts Bobby came as well, his warm seed filling your insides. He collapsed onto you, burying his face in your neck, his fingers holding tight the edges of your skirt.

He exhaled soundly, his body fully relaxing against yours as you buried your fingers in his curls “Feeling better Bobby?” you asked after a pause, kissing his forehead.

He nodded, letting out a happy groan. He placed small tender kisses on your skin. His mind felt much lighter, much clearer now. His thoughts couldn’t help but drift back to his investigation for a moment.

“What is it?” you cocked an eyebrow as he quickly lifted his head, his expressing shifting from pure bliss of love making to realization, his eyes moving in a way to show he was thinking quickly.

“Shit…!” he beamed, quickly reaching for his cap “We have to go back to the station!” he exclaimed, giving you a big kiss before parting from you all disheveled.

You blinked, still catching your breath. “What?”

He ran a hand through his hair, a new energy sparking in his gaze. “I just figured it out, the case. I know where to look.”

You exhaled a breathless laugh, shaking your head. “Of course you do.” he gave you his coat to cover your exposed chest and zipped his pants, forgetting to put his shirt back into it. He was about to turn the car on.

“Wait! Undo my cuffs!” you laughed, glad to have help him. Pride filled your chest, he had become such a good man and worked so hard for it.

“A shame…I wish I kept you in custody for a little more…” he flirted, reaching for the keys and freeing you from the cuffs. But tonight though…he put the cuffs and keys in your purse, winking at you as he put the contact on “Guess you’re ridin’ with me, sweetheart. Let’s go catch some bad guys.” He grinned, off to his investigation but this time with you, his most essential motivation by his side.

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