#robert franklin

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FINN BENNETT for Behind the Blinds via thebradylea on IG

[sweetplea]

has anyone seen my deadbeat boyfriend ???

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.✦ ݁˖ — LIGHTS, CAMERA, AND ACTION ..!

summary: being with bobby means his camcorder is always there, recording everything he thinks is worth remembering, including private moments between the two of you where it stays on during sex without it ever being treated like something unusual. (1.7k+)

pairing: bobby franklin x fem!reader

content: established relationship, voyeurism, obsessive bobby franklin (?), bobby loves recording his girl coming for him ;), explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI).

Bobby had always carried his camcorder, and after a while most people stopped questioning it because it became one of those things that simply belonged to him without needing explanation, as familiar as the dog tags resting against his chest, the blond hair that always fell into his eyes at the wrong moment, or the way he seemed to notice details that other people walked straight past without ever thinking twice about them.

The camcorder went everywhere with him, whether it was road trips with the windows down and the world blurring past in half-formed shapes, grocery runs where he lingered in aisles for reasons he never bothered to explain, late-night drives when neither of you could sleep and everything outside felt too still, or even the small, ordinary Tuesday afternoons that should have disappeared the moment they ended but somehow ended up preserved anyway, as if they were always meant to be kept.

If you ever asked him why he filmed so much, he would casually just shrug like the answer was already obvious, like it wasn’t something he needed to justify or turn into words, and he would just say, “Because I want to remember it,” as if that alone explained everything about the way he moved through the world.

And somehow, with him, it did.

Because Bobby didn’t just look at things, he noticed them in a way that made everything feel slightly more important, as if the world only fully settled into focus when he decided to pay attention to it, pointing the camcorder at rain sliding down glass in uneven streaks, at half-empty diners glowing under flickering lights at two in the morning, at empty roads lit by streetlights that seemed to struggle against the dark.

But more than anything, he noticed people, and he noticed you, always noticed you, catching the small versions of you that you didn’t even realise you were showing, like the way you laughed before you had time to think about it, or the way your expression softened when you thought no one was watching, or the quiet moments that didn’t feel important until they were suddenly something he had decided to keep.

Sometimes you would catch him filming things that didn’t seem like they mattered at all, and he would only grin without explaining himself, as if the point was never for you to understand it in the first place.

After two years together, you had gotten so used to it that the camcorder barely registered anymore, becoming part of the background rhythm of him in the same way as the soft tap of his fingers when he was thinking or the shift of his dog tags whenever he moved, something constant enough that you stopped noticing it until it suddenly became impossible not to.

Especially in moments like these, when everything felt too still to properly define, like the room itself had slowed down without asking either of you for permission, settling into a kind of quiet that wasn’t empty but heavy, almost suspended, as if even time had stopped trying to move forward.

The late afternoon light spilled through the blinds in long, uneven stripes that stretched across the bed and over both of you, dust drifting through the air whenever either of you shifted, catching in the glow like it had nowhere else to go, and there was no urgency in anything anymore, no pressure to speak or move or break the silence that had settled so naturally between you.

Bobby was still beside you, close enough that his presence felt like something constant rather than something separate, and yet something about him had shifted in a way that wasn’t sudden enough to notice immediately but steady enough that, once you did notice it, it changed the way everything else in the room felt.

The camcorder didn’t feel like it was outside of the moment anymore, it felt folded into it, the strap resting loosely around his wrist while the lens stayed fixed in a way it usually wasn’t, no longer drifting or observing but staying steady, focused entirely on you as if nothing else in the room mattered enough to be included.

When the small recording light caught against the lens, it didn’t feel accidental or casual, it felt like something he was aware you would see, something he wasn’t hiding or announcing either, just letting exist between you without needing to turn it into words.

Bobby shifted slightly closer, not enough to change everything all at once but enough that the space between you stopped feeling like space at all, his gaze flicking to you briefly before settling again, staying there longer than it usually would when things were still meant to be simple, still meant to be nothing more than they had been a moment ago.

There was no hesitation in him anymore, only attention that didn’t break away, and while he wasn’t asking in words, he was still giving you room to stop him, to pull back, to change the direction of everything before it crossed a line that couldn’t be unspoken afterward.

He moved again, close enough that you could feel the warmth of him without him touching you yet, his presence steady rather than rushed, and when you looked at him properly, there was nothing uncertain left in his expression, only intent, quiet and controlled, something that had settled into place rather than arrived all at once.

His eyes held yours for a moment longer than before, steady in a way that made it clear he was paying attention to everything you didn’t say, not pushing, not forcing, just waiting in a way that still carried weight.

“Tell me if you don’t want me to,” he said softly.

And even though the words were simple, they weren’t light, because they weren’t meant to be, there was no teasing in his voice, no attempt to turn the moment into something easier than it was, only honesty left exactly as it was, without anything added to soften it.

He didn’t move after saying it, letting the silence settle again without filling it, letting it sit between you instead of breaking it.

The late afternoon light stretched across his face, softening the edges of his expression and catching in his hair as it fell forward, and everything about the room felt held in place, like it had all slowed down just enough to stay there a little longer.

The camcorder still remained on.

And in that stillness, whatever came next didn’t feel like something new beginning, but like something already in motion finally being allowed to continue.

His fingers slipped beneath the fabric of your panties, exploring the heat between your thighs, the camcorder still running as it held steady on you, capturing the way your breath caught and how your body reacted beneath him, your hands tightening in the sheets as the moment finally shifted past hesitation into something neither of you stepped away from. 

"Look at me," he commanded softly.

You turned your head toward the lens, heat building in your body, your lips parted as your breath caught slightly. The red recording light pulsed in time with your heartbeat, steady and unchanging as everything else seemed to slow around it. Bobby’s fingers moved with steady intent, circling your clit before sliding lower to tease your entrance.

"Tell me what you want," he said, his hand steady as he held the camcorder, his voice lower now, less playful than before.

"You," you gasped as his finger entered you. "I want you."

He adjusted the angle slightly without breaking rhythm, making a small, precise movement of his wrist so he could still see you clearly as your expression changed. His focus stayed on you just as much as on the way you reacted to him, his attention unwavering in a way that made everything feel more immediate.

He added a second finger, stretching you, preparing you. The tension in your body built slowly but steadily, your breathing turning uneven as you tried to stay grounded, your hips shifting instinctively in response to him.

The air in the room felt heavier now, the late afternoon light spilling through the blinds in slow, golden stripes that shifted slightly whenever either of you moved. Dust drifted through the light, caught in the stillness, as if even the room itself had settled into watching.

"Bobby," you moaned, your hands reaching for him as your thoughts began to blur together.

He set the camera down on the nightstand, angling it carefully toward the bed before returning fully to you. "Keep looking at it," he said as he positioned himself between your legs. "I want to see your face when you cum."

He entered you in one smooth thrust, and his eyes stayed locked on your face as your back arched off the bed and a broken sound escaped your lips. He moved above you with a steady rhythm, staying close enough that there was no distance left between intention and reaction, his attention fixed entirely on you.

His dog tags swung against his chest with each movement, catching the light as he moved, the soft metallic sound barely noticeable beneath everything else.

The room felt tighter now, as if everything had narrowed down to just the space between your breaths and the way your body responded to him. Every movement built on the last, pulling you further under him as the pressure inside you built again and again without release.

"Look at it," he reminded you, his voice rougher now, strained with control and desire to finish.

You forced your eyes open, meeting the lens as your orgasm finally broke through you, your body trembling as it peaked and unraveled beneath him. Bobby followed you over the edge with a low groan, his movements faltering as he came undone above you.

For a long moment, you lay tangled together, the only sound left being the faint whir of the camcorder still running in the background.

Bobby reached over and stopped the recording. Silence settled instantly."Perfect," he said softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Absolutely perfect."

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Rip to Bobby's backrooms, entities got to him 😔

Saw the movie couple days ago, I thought it was great, definitely going to see it again next week

I started to draw this before the movie came out, so idk what the entity here is supposed to be :/

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inspired by a&w by lana del rey ؛ ଓ

bobby franklin x drug dealer reader

summary: you're bobbys drug dealer, and you slowly start to fall in love with him.

warnings: smut, use of substances, weed, mention of alcohol, p in v, unprotected sex, orgasm, cnc, dry humping, fingering, finger sucking

an: this is my first fic on here!! and I'm really excited to share this. ldr just gives the best ideas, pls lmk what you thought in the comments enjoyy

You woke up to the obnoxious ringing of your landline, the beaming light shining into your apartment from the window.

You fell asleep on the couch last night watching some silly rom-com. “Fuck..” You said to yourself with your voice raspy from waking up. You quickly pushed yourself off the couch, as your blanket fell onto the soft carpet from your legs. Walking towards the ringing landline which seemed like it would go on forever.

You grabbed it off the wall putting it against your ear, your other hand rubbing your forehead. Still adjusting to the morning dew, “Hello?”

the other voice chimed in, Bobbys. He was a frequent buyer, and oddly he'd make your heart race.

“I’ve called you twice already, are you gonna bring me my shit or no?”

“Fuck Bobby, Im sorry yeah… where do you want me to meet you?”

He sighed. "Just outside the camera store."

You exhaled.

"Okay.. give me ten minutes"

He hung up on your face... rude. you put the phone into the holder onto the wall and walked into your bedroom, grabbing a pair of your faded-denim mid rise baggy jeans which dragged to the heels of your chunky white shoes.

You then put on a white tank top that stretched out to cover half your stomach stopping at your belly button, layering the tank top with a graphic black crop top tee.

You walked out into the parking lot of your cheap apartment before getting into your red honda.

It took you atleast 15 minutes to get to the camera store, you looked into your rearview mirror before pulling into the space next to his car. You saw his reflection in the mirror, he was leaned against his car with his arms crossed against his chest.

He wore a white crop top with the words "end apartheid" on it, and light wash jeans held up with a dark orange belt.

You opened your door preparing to face him.

"That was not 10 minutes" he said with a tone of annoyance, pushing himself off his car and took two steps towards you.

"Sorry.. there was traffic." you said bluntly, noticing him practically eye-fucking you looking you up and down.

He poked his cheek with his tongue before furrowing his brows at you. "Well, do you have it?"

"Do you have my money?" you said matching his tone while also, crossing your arms.

He let out a bland chuckle before closing the distance between you, opening your hand and shoving the money into your hand, then closing it.

Your heart pounded at the sudden closeness between eachother, you quickly brushed it off when your eyes met his, giving you an aching feeling tight in your chest.

"Oh, I'll go get your weed.."

you walked away taking two steps facing him before turning back to your car, feeling his eyes bore into the back of your head as you walked, then drifting to your ass as you slightly bent down to grab the bag of weed from your console.

"Here." you sighed as you walked towards him handing it to him.

He licked his lips and nodded while grabbing it from your hands, barely feeling the warmth of his fingertips against your own. "Yeah, thanks." he looked at your eyes before taking a step back.

"Mhm." you said softly, looking at the pavement beneath your feet. Your heart still beating while you walked back to your car, hands slightly trembling as you pulled open the door.

It felt weird, you never felt like this around a boy. Normally you were confident, and tougher but when you were around Bobby.. your heart beats faster, and your adrenaline spikes.

It had been at least 4 days ever since you met up with Bobby again, you thought about that strange interaction alot this week.

It was 1:47 AM and you were leaned back sitting criss-cross on your couch, watching Twin Peaks while eating a bowl of cereal. When your landline rang, you groaned before setting your cereal down moving to your landline. "Hello?" you said picking it up and leaning onto the wall.

"Hey, it's me." your eyes widened as you heard his voice.

"Oh, hey Bobby.."

"Look.. I know its late but can you drop off weed for me?"

You sighed, you wanted to say no but something in you didn't let you.

"Um.. yeah, where again?" you said slightly stressed

"Just the camera store again."

"Okay, I'll see you there. Bye" you felt that same feeling in your chest when he looked into your eyes.

"Bye." he said bye back, not with arrogance in his tone whenever he first started buying from you. But in a softer way.

You slipped on a thin blue henley which was a little see through, and a tight pair of jeans. not even bothered to put on a belt.

you quickly walked out the door of your apartment slipping past your neighbor and heading to your car.

You finally arrived to the store, once again parking next to him. You took a deep breath before grabbing the bag and opening your car door to get out.

"Hey, thanks.. for uh, coming its pretty late." he said avoiding eye contact

You walked towards him and stared at him

"Yeah.. of course, so do you have my money?"

He finally matched your gaze.

"No.." his voice was firm, not nervous.

"Bobby, are you serious?" you scoffed. "I drove 15 minutes and you don't even have my money."

He stepped closer towards you, his tall frame leaning over yours. "I just.. really wanna get high." he leaned down and whispered against your ear

You shivered at the warmth of his breath on your neck.

"Can you do me a favor..?" he said as his hand slowly lifted up, fingers brushing against your skin.

"Like what..?" The words felt stuck in your throat as you spoke.

"If you let me fuck you.. can I get the weed?"

Your eyes widened at his words, blinking twice as if it wasn't real.

"Depends.. if you do it good." you said back, a smirk forming at his lips.

He chuckled and began kissing your neck before grabbing your hand, and pushing you inside his car.

You let out a soft gasp as you hit the leather seats of the backseat, he sat onto the seat next to you and pulled you onto his lap straddling him while crashing his lips onto yours.

He tasted of beer and cigarettes, his hand cupped your face while his free hand slowly slipped into your jeans.

his fingers slipped past the lace of your panties and entered your wet cunt, you let out a soft gasp as his fingers curled inside you. He pulled his fingers now wet from you and put them into your mouth making you taste yourself.

you made eye contact as you sucked your wetness off his fingers. He then kissed you tasting on your mouth, he moaned against your lips.

"Fuck, you taste so sweet." He slowly slipped his hand up your shirt, cupping your breast making you moan at his touch.

You then reached for the buckle of his belt, and reaching for his zipper feeling his hardness through his pants, his hand guides yours unzipping it for you.

You pulled off his jeans and left them hanging off his ankles, and reached for his cock feeling the pre cum dripping off his tip.

he groaned into your mouth at the sudden touch, you aswell began to slip your jeans off pulling your panties to the side reaching for him to put himself in you.

you moaned as his body grinded against your hips, feeling himself so close to where you want it but not quite there.

"Just put your dick in me or I'm not giving you your weed." you said grabbing onto his shoulder, feeling his knee shift in-between your legs. he positioned you closer onto him before slowly putting his cock inside your pussy feeling him inside your walls.

He moaned feeling you clench around him.

"You're so beautiful" he said his voice soft against your skin, then pushing himself deeper inside you causing both of you to gasp, the sudden thrust made you arch yourself into him.

He moved his hips faster as you grinded onto him, feeling him hit that spot that made your legs quiver. Bobby wasn't gentle, every thrust was greedy, the car filled with the sounds of your moans and bodies colliding against eachothers.

You put your head onto his shoulder moaning into the space in-between his neck and jaw as your nails dig into him. He grabbed your face and made you look at him as he ruined you.

You felt your orgasm getting closer and closer the faster he went. Moaning even louder, he groaned as he spilled inside you. Both of you cumming together, your breaths heavy as you regained yourself.

His forehead falls to your shoulder as he pants heavily, then pulling you off him setting you next to him. You smiled as you pulled your pants back up.

He turned to face you "So am I gonna get the weed?" a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"You really redeemed yourself" you stared into his eyes "I could get used to this." you say while grabbing the bag of weed you dropped onto the seat of his car then handing it to him.

I hope that you guys like this!! lmk if I should do a part 2

i also will be writing aerion fanfics

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HIDE AND SEEK

-ˋˏ masterlist

˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ Pairing: Robert "Bobby" Franklin x colleague!fem!reader

˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ Warnings: +18, NSFW , mdni, reader is down bad, cocky bobby, making out, dry humping, handjob/blowjob (f&m), pinv sex, raw dogging, semi-public sex and filthy mouthed bobby

˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ AN: You'll be able to tell I'm ovulating & bobby backrooms made me write again!

˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ Word count: 4.5K

Summary: You've been working with bobby for a while, his charming personality getting the best of you. What happens after your flirty colleague suggests a game of hide and seek in an empty store?

You flinched as your hand pushed the heavy metal door open, it was hot as fuck and the metal felt like an open fire in the San Jose heat. It was the peak of summer and not a soul was in the parking lot, still– it was early. 

You held out hope for Clark that someone would buy something, or at least show up. 

A shiver ran through you, despite the heat, when you noticed the creepiness of the store. Being Clark’s most trusted employee meant you opened the furniture ‘empire’ most of the time. 

All lights were still off, and fuck– you hated this, when no one was around. Darkness creeping around you like a cloak. You blinked as you peered around you, it seemed you were alone.

The sun was already shining bright outside, but Clark used many curtains and shutters this time of year to keep the heat out. As if that would draw people in. 

Clutching your keys in your left hand, you balled your other into a fist, a slight pain lingering from the hot door handle. Remembering the flashlight in the right pocket of your shorts, you pull it out and let the light guide you towards Clark's office. 

Even with a flashlight, the haunting aura of the store enveloped you, so you decided to speed walk through the vast place. 

When you reached your boss’ office, you were quick to turn on all the lights, and the AC. Your tense shoulders finally dropped. 

Your flip flops made that nostalgic noise of summer as you slipped your bag off your shoulder, before making your way to the desk you called prison. Your dead beat job barely kept the bills paid but at least it was quite peaceful.

Until Bobby shows up.

The leather of your desk chair had glued stuck to your legs when the main door of the store finally swung open, your eyes shot up from your computer screen and met the blue irises of Bobby’s. 

Late as always, he was lucky Clark didn’t even notice most of the time.

“Hey. That door nearly burned my skin off. As if we need even more reasons to scare customers away.” Bobby scoffed as he strutted over to your desk.

It was the only word you could think of to describe his confident walk. He was always confident and cocky, and annoying, and hot–

Nope, not doing this today, not again. 

You could barely contain your smile as Bobby leaned over your desk, resting his elbows on the mahogany wood. 

“I know, I used an ice pack a while ago that’s still in the freezer if you want it.” You suggested, trying to focus on the reclining numbers on your screen.

Though it was hard– you could feel Bobby staring you down, eyes trailing over your body.

“Did you leave the rest of your clothes in the back or?” Bobby grins, his eyes harboring that ever lingering spark.

“What? I’m wearing a tank top and shorts, there’s an insane heatwave if you haven't noticed.” You tried to ignore him, maybe he would leave you alone for once.

But, Bobby knew as well as you that no customers would ever show up. Most of the time it’s just the two of you hanging out and messing with each other. Sometimes Clark would pop in to do some paperwork and check on things.

“Right. Well, I’m not complaining or anything.” His words made you blush, cheeks red and ears too. They always did, he always did.

The flirting was endless with him, yet he used that same tone on customers too– only the women. He was the reason the store was still open, his charisma and looks.

At least, that’s what you believed. 

“God Bobby just go do your job. I can’t with you today.” You roll your eyes, trying your best to seem annoyed, but Bobby knows you. 

He shrugs in response and makes his way to the break room flashing his way too gorgeous smile. You couldn’t help but watch him walk away and you sighed.

The day seemed to be endless, one elderly couple had wandered in, naturally you jumped up to help them since Bobby was nowhere to be found– Disappointingly, they just wanted directions.  

Clark didn’t even show, and so by five you decided to close up. At least you could have a nice, relaxing evening.

Bobby left right before you, sunglasses pushed back in his sandy blonde hair. Bidding you goodnight with a wink.

On the drive back home, you let out a breath of relief. It was becoming more difficult by the day to deal with Bobby’s antics. 

Usually you were pretty good at dealing with flirty co-workers, at least at your previous jobs anyway. But Bobby was a different breed. 

You weren’t sure what it was about him, his sunshine personality or his devastatingly good looks. Either way, it bugged you. You could never tell if he was being serious or if he just wanted to annoy you.

He sure seems the type to pick up a lot of girls, fuck them once and never speak to them again– once he had his way. Though it was hard to care when he looks at you like you're the only girl in the world.

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A week went by, the heatwave still scorching California. Your blue Volvo came to a halt as you parked in a shaded spot in front of the furniture store. 

Pulling down your dress a bit once you stepped into the deserted parking lot, you realised it wasn’t really appropriate for work. But it would be the end of the world before you would admit to yourself you wore it for Bobby.

It was a Friday, the only day of the week Bobby opened instead of you. Still, you made sure to be on time, Bobby was good with customers but not with paperwork. That was your job.

“Hello gorgeous.” Bobby greeted you, throwing down his magazine on the coffee table in front of him. 

Your brain short circuited at not only the new nickname but his outfit. His white shirt– or rather crop top, rode up as he lounged on one of the show cased couches.

Trying your best not to drool at the full display of his happy trail that disappeared under the waistband of his jean shorts, you walked over to your desk. 

“Hi. New shirt?” You blurted out, you hadn’t even meant to acknowledge it.

He smiled at you, toothy and confident. “Yeah, you like it?” 

You stiffly nodded as you took a seat, pulling yourself closer to the desk. You forced yourself not to look at him, to not give him the satisfaction.

Pouring yourself into work makes the distorted time in the store pass just a bit faster. The buzzing of the fluorescent lights and air conditioner serves as decent white noise. 

Bobby disappeared once more a while ago, usually wandering around to kill his boredom. Sometimes he would come back from break acting all weird, red eyes and flirting even more than usual. 

Even though he could get fired for smoking pot at work, you would never tell Clark. The thought of Bobby leaving making your heart ache. 

It had only been a couple of months since he joined you and Clark, himself being stuck in a similar situation to you. Broke, college debt and having bills to pay. The moment you met him you knew he would ruin your life if you let him, so you didn't.

But you wanted him too, to ruin your body mostly. Dating was excruciatingly painful and lately– no man could compare to Bobby. 

Every time you went out with friends, a guy would try and get your number and yet all you could think about, he’s nothing like Bobby.

It’s embarrassing to literally yearn for a man like him, but who could blame you? His smile would make any girl melt. 

And god his hair, always sitting just right, even his hands were large and veiny. His happy trail leading straight to his–

“Hellloooo?” Bobby’s large hand waves in front of you, pulling you from your thoughts.

“You alright? You seem troubled.” He asked, chain shifting against his tan skin as he leaned on your desk. 

“Yeah! I’m fine– Just thinking, got nothing else to do.” You squeeked out, your face burning.

Fuck he was wearing his expensive cologne again today, you could smell it in the air while he was so close. 

Bobby’s tongue pressed the inside of his cheek as he stared you down, “Yeah? Wanna tell me what you’re thinkin’ about?” His voice seemed to deepen, or maybe that was your hot and bothered imagination.

“I don’t know… Just– the store and Clark, and stuff.” You lied. “I feel like he’s giving up, he’s not here as much. I think he’s drinking more as well… saw a bottle of liquor in his office.” 

Bobby’s brows quirked up. “Well fuck, but you shouldn’t worry about him. He’s a grown man, usually an asshole too.” He shrugged, standing up straight again. 

“Seriously, don’t worry about him.” He uttered as he rounded the large desk. 

He turned your chair towards him. “You’re too pretty to stress about him, about this fuckass job. You won’t be here forever.” 

“And you? Do you worry about what you’ll do if this place finally falls apart?” You mumbled, a bit hesitant to ask, to even bring up the suggestion of not working together anymore, not seeing him anymore.

You had gotten quite attached to him.

Your heart leaped when you felt his hand trace your jaw. “Don’t worry about me. Maybe I’ll just follow you, if I have to.” He said it so casually, yet it felt like anything but causal to you. 

It felt like hope, that somehow there was a future with Bobby.

Yet he had never suggested anything past flirting, nothing past his laid back, living in the moment demeanor. 

There was one time where he came to your house, invited by you, to watch a movie he claimed ‘you should be deeply ashamed if you haven’t watched’. 

Sadly nothing happened, one of your friends popped around before the moment could even turn romantic. But in this moment, he felt different, like something changed. 

Then suddenly, “You wanna walk around, mess with the show rooms? Nobody’s here anyway, like always.” He drawls out, mischief glimmering in his eyes.

It’s not entirely unusual for him to ask, but with the way he has been acting today, it made heat settle in your belly. 

“What if someone does? Or Clark shows up?” You weren’t sure why you asked, you didn’t even care. Anything to spend time with Bobby.

“Come on, like he will.” Bobby already started to walk away before you could even respond, so you followed him. “You know what I haven’t done in years?” He started once you caught up to him. “Hide and seek. I’m bored out of my mind.”

“It could be fun.” You smiled, noticing the way his hands flexed at his side, like he was nervous– like he was planning something. 

“Alright, you hide first. I’ll find you.” Bobby grinned. His hand ran through his hair as he looked around potential places you might hide.

“Fine, but you have to give me at least a minute. This place is huge.” You felt a bit silly, Bobby agreed and you started scouting for your hiding place. 

You counted in your head as you passed set ups of living rooms and bed rooms, growing frustrated as no place seemed good enough. Then you settled on the basement, treading down the beige carpeted steps quietly, careful to not give your position away.

There wasn’t much down here, some furniture Clark was holding back for someone, and some damaged by a flood last fall. You decided to get behind one of the couches, near a corner of the room. 

Then you heard Bobby yell out, “Time’s up, I’m gonna get you.”

The last part gave you goosebumps, your imagination already running wild with what he would do to you if he caught you. You rolled your eyes, annoyed at yourself for even thinking he meant anything by it.

You could hear muffled footsteps upstairs, the sound of him walking around made your heart thump wildly in your chest. 

A few minutes passed before he realised you had snuck down to the basement, the sound of his footsteps came closer. Then you heard him descend the large staircase.

“Come on pretty I’ve basically found you already. Hid better than I thought you would.” He teased, coaxing you to come out early.

Your heart beat faster and faster, the situation made you more nervous than it should. 

He started to look into some closets, behind a bed, then a chair, then he almost found you. So– you decided to make a run for it. You leaped from behind the couch and ran away from him.

“Hey! That’s not fair, I've seen you already!” He yelled out laughing, wasting no time to run after you. 

You barely made it to the staircase before his arms closed you in from behind, you squealed in surprise, out of breath from running and laughing. Your heart still raced while Bobby had you trapped, yet he didn’t let go.

“Got ya.” He almost whispered in your ear, low. Just meant for you. 

Heat coiled low in your stomach, your face burned as Bobby’s front pressed to your back. He kept you close, refusing to let go.

“What, you want a reward?” You spoke softly, a hint of amusement as you said it.

“Maybe…” He replied, still low, breath hot against your neck. 

When you turned your face slightly, his eyes were already on you. His face was serious, he wasn’t joking around anymore. 

His eyes flicked to your lips, then– he kissed you.

Soft at first, careful, testing the waters. When you tried to turn towards him, he let go of you. Your arms automatically wrapped around his neck. His hand moved over your jaw, angling your face towards him.

His lips are soft and warm against yours. His breath still came out heavy, his chest heaving. You weren’t sure if it was from running or from you. 

Bobby was gentle, yet confident, he knew exactly what kind of effect he had on you. When you parted your lips, he coaxed in his tongue, warm and heavy.

You inhaled sharply, he didn’t move quick or desperate, like he wanted to save the moment. Have you begging on your knees before it could lead to anything more. 

His tongue traced your bottom lip, drawing a whine from you. He moaned in turn, and when you pressed yourself closer to him, you felt it. He was hard. It took nothing but a kiss. 

Bobby took a deep breath before finally allowing himself to devour you, his restraint gone. His tongue now danced with your own, heads moving in desperation and hands clawing at each other.

You could feel how wet you were, slick gathering against the cotton of your underwear. You pressed your thighs together for relief, yet found none. 

He noticed, the bastard noticed, and pressed himself closer. His hands traced down your back to your ass, grabbing you with strength he didn’t know he had. He needed to find relief, any whatsoever. 

He started to hump against you, his tongue retreating, lips parting and breathing heavy into your mouth. You were in a similar state, your mind in shambles as all you could think about was Bobby, Bobby, Bobby.

“Fuck baby, you’ve been making it so hard for me to hold back. Wanted to do this for so long–” Bobby panted into your mouth, almost incoherently as he moved your body to match his thrusts.

You could only moan in response, brain turned to mush. 

“More– Bobby–” You whined, hands clawing at his neck, grabbing him closer by the short hair in the nape of his neck.

He was so warm, smelling so good, grinding against you so, so perfectly.

He briefly paused his movements before taking you over to the couch you had been hiding behind. Not a single thought about the tag that marked it to be held back for a customer.

“Wanna fuck you baby– You gonna let me? Huh?” Bobby didn’t even sound like himself, consumed by lust and greed.

He lowered you onto the length of the couch, climbing on top of you, teeth nipping at your lips. Eager to get your dress off, you tried to lift up your butt to pull it off but Bobby was in the way.

“This fucking dress, you wore it on purpuse didn’t you? Could see your thong every time you bent down to get something off the floor. Just wanted to bend you over and fuck you right there.” Bobby groaned as he helped you pull it off, his face was red, as were his ears. 

When you looked down as he pulled it off, you noticed the enormous tent in his jean shorts. The wet patch that seemed to only grow at the tip made you salivate. 

You helped him in turn. He pulled his shirt, or crop-top, off, and you unbuttoned his pants, sliding down his zipper in a hurry.

“What about you?” You slurred, “Wearing a shirt where I could see the hair leading down into your pants. Not exactly work appropriate either.” You managed to stammer out, voice laced with lust. 

Bobby snickered, “Well I guess we’re both sluts then.” He said before shimming his shorts off, his shoes and socks were quick to follow while you pulled off yours.

When his eyes settled back on you he held back a groan. “Not even a fucking bra?” He licked his lips, before nuzzling his cheek against one of your breasts. 

Please, you mouthed breathlessly. He had teased you for long enough. He took one of your hard nipples into his mouth, the sudden change in temperature making you shudder. 

A high pitched moan echoed through the room when Bobby sucked your nipple greedily. His boxers did nothing to hide his heavy length against your thigh, your own underwear see through at this point.

Bobby sucked and licked at both your breasts, red patches forming, marking exactly where he had been.

You watched his clothed cock twitch and urged Bobby back, when he let go of you with a pop, your fingers quickly hooked around his waistband.

Both of your heavy breaths and scents of arousal filled the room, if anyone were to come down, you were fucked. 

Pulling his boxers down, his hard length bobbed up as you released the whole of him. Even his balls were heavy, cock veiny and thick, tip already leaking and red. You couldn’t hold back the urge to take him in your mouth any longer.

Bobby, sensing what you wanted, scooted closer to your face, each knee resting at either side of your body.

One of his hands came up to caress your face, his bottom lip getting pulled between his teeth. When you took him into your warm, wet mouth, he drew blood. His moan muffled as he bit down hard, he had been waiting so long to see those pretty lips wrapped around him.

You sucked and licked at his tip softly before taking him deeper, one of your own hands cupping his heavy balls. The sudden added pleasure made Bobby lurch forward, causing his entire cock to get shoved down your throat.

You gagged, as saliva drooled down your chin. He immediately backed up, but you stopped him and bobbed your head up and down his length instead. Bobby couldn’t control the noises coming out of him anymore, embarrassment washing over him.

But the way you took him– so nice and deep, sucking him off so fucking good, he couldn’t even bring himself to care.

“Fu– fuck stop, stop baby–” Bobby whined, fingers threading in your hair to pull you off. “Don’t wanna cum yet, and that would’ve happened real quick if you kept going.” He panted, a lazy, satisfied smile plastered on his face. 

You smiled back at him, lips red and swollen, covered in spit, Bobby knew he would not last long.

“Lie down, wanna see your face as I fuck you on my tongue.” He commanded, low and sultry, his eyelids hung heavy and his spit covered cock still stood hard between his legs.

You shimmied back down, and Bobby was quick to pull off your panties. He examined them closely much to your dismay, “Fucking soaked, I’m keeping these.” He grinned, before throwing them on the ground. 

He lowered himself on the couch, spreading your already shaking legs apart before coming face to face with your slick cunt. 

His thick thumb carefully circled your clit, testing to see how’d you react. An immediate moan left you and your head fell back on the armrest. Bobby smiled before ever so sweetly kissing your inner thighs, like you were a goddess before him.

And to him, you were, he made sure to treat you as such. His kisses inched closer and closer, then he backed up before licking a stripe up between your folds, making sure to end up at your clit before he sucked on your pearl.

You’ve had men between your legs before, this is not that. This is Robert Franklin eating you like your his last meal and making sure he gets fucking everything. 

Like nothing mattered more than making you feel good, worshipped. 

His tongue moved faster as your breath staggered and your fingers weaved into his sandy blonde locks. He groaned when you pulled, the vibration of his mouth nearly sending you over the edge.

His own hips started moving on their own accord, humping the couch like a needy animal who couldn’t get anything else but that.

The sight made you cry out, his tongue entered you and it was long, fucking you so nice and deep. His thumb moved back to your clit, and oh god, you couldn’t take it anymore. 

Every one of your senses had been bewitched by Bobby, one hand now held on to dear life onto the leather fabric of the couch, the other nearly scalping Bobby. As if he minded, grinding against the couch to get himself off.

His tongue moved deeper and faster, thumb stimulating your clit effortlessly until you came screaming. 

Bobby didn’t stop, did not hear your pleas until you pulled him back by his hair. His pupils were blown wide like that time he was on molly on a workday. 

A thin layer of sweat covered the both of you as you laid there panting.

Time had seemed to stop as the wildfire of pleasure still consumed you. Bobby rested his cheek on your lower belly, his hot heavy breaths against your skin doing nothing to cool you down.

“Please Bobby, fuck me.” You whimpered, so soft and quiet, but Bobby heard. 

Suddenly he was on top of you again, his boxers now fully down to his ankles, stroking his cock while lining the head up to your entrance.

“Don’ know what you’re doing t’me baby, m’fucking losing it–” He shuddered, his tip still sensitive from his mindless humping against the couch.

Slick poured out of you, making it easy for Bobby to enter you in one thrust. Both of you hadn’t even thought of a condom or birth control of any kind, neither of you cared, all you wanted was for him to fill you up. Fuck you until all you could do was scream, and he made it his life’s mission.

“Oohh– Fuck–” Bobby cursed as his hips swayed back and forth creating a delicious pace that turned his mind into a puddle, no drug had ever made him feel this good.

The filthy noises of your slick combining, made you dizzy, his cock was not only thick and veiny like his hands, but long. Bullying your cervix with ease as he hit your g-spot perfectly with his tip. 

But neither of you could hold out the slower, loving pace for long.

Bobby drank your pleas like cold water on this hot summer day, increasing not only his speed but how hard he fucked you. 

Still, it wasn’t enough for him, he stilled, much to your objection and took both your legs to move them up on his broad shoulders. He folded you in half before taking you as deep as his hips would allow.

He was certain you wanted to merge into one, fucking you hard and deep as you still begged for more. Even though you weren’t sure what you were begging for.

No porno could match the nasty, loud smacking of skin, slick and moaning as much as the two of you. Anyone upstairs with a brain would know exactly what was happening in the store’s basement. 

Neither of you cared. Didn’t even think of the possibility, neither of you thought much at all in the moment, only more, more, more.

Bobby’s thighs started to tremble with the force he pounded into you, his balls slapping against your ass as he drove you into the couch, the entire thing nearly falling apart.

“Please Bobby! I’m so close–” You cried out, your nails clawing at his back, yet Bobby loved it, the sensation adding even more to his rapid building pleasure.

“Need you to come for me baby, now, fucking now.” His voice mean and demanding. His hips snapping against you and his thumb circling your clit sent you over the edge, throat almost raw as you cried out for him. 

Bobby moaned wildly as the clenching of your walls gripped him like vice, it only took two more pumps of his hips to make him burst.

He let your legs slide off his shoulders, pressing his own body hard against yours, needing to be as close as humanly possible.

His head nuzzled into the crook of your neck as he bit down on your salty skin, muffling his scream as he filled you with his cum, his orgasm seemed endless as you wrapped your legs around him. 

Bobby drove his hips against you hard before his balls were finally empty, his heavy body going slack against yours. Neither of you wanted to move, the ecstasy of your orgasms completely numbing your minds.

“Jesus Christ.” Bobby mumbled after a while, before softly kissing your neck. His head lifted and his lazy, crooked smile greeted you. 

You smiled back, heavy eyes peering down his sweaty face. 

“So much for hide and seek.” You whispered.

[voidvader]

he can explore my backroom

[loveofbambi]

HOMEWRECKER

Kat is your best friend.

She’s the first person you call when something good happens. The person who knows your favorite songs, your favorite movies, and every embarrassing thing you’ve ever done. She trusts you completely.

Which is why the guilt should be enough to make you stop.

But it never is.

It starts with harmless conversations. A few jokes. A few texts. Then suddenly you’re waiting for Bobby’s name to appear on your screen, smiling at messages you shouldn’t be getting, replaying every moment the two of you spend together.

Before long, you’re sneaking around behind Kat’s back.

Meeting him in empty parking lots after dark. Sitting a little too close in the back row of movie theaters. Finding excuses to disappear whenever he’s around. Every secret glance feels dangerous. Every stolen touch feels worse.

And somehow, that only makes it harder to walk away.

The worst part is how close you come to getting caught.

The way Kat almost sees Bobby pulling away from you when she unexpectedly turns the corner. The way your phone nearly lights up with his name while she’s sitting right beside you. The way your heart stops every time she asks where you’ve been, why you’re acting weird, why Bobby seems so nervous lately.

Sometimes you think she already knows.

Sometimes you swear she can see the truth written all over your face.

But then she smiles at you the same way she always has, and the guilt settles even deeper in your chest.

Because Bobby keeps saying he’ll tell her.

Tomorrow.

Next week.

Soon.

Yet “soon” never comes.

And every day the three of you continue pretending, the lies grow bigger. The secrets become heavier. The inevitable crash gets closer.

You know how this story ends.

People like you don’t get happy endings.

But when Bobby looks at you like you’re the only person in the room, when his hand finds yours where nobody can see, when he promises that one day you won’t have to hide anymore,

You almost let yourself believe him.

Almost.

Because secrets like this don’t stay buried forever.

And when Kat finally finds out what the two people she trusts most have been doing behind her back, everything you’ve built is going to come apart.