☆bobby franklin x reader☆
summary, your first visit to the backrooms with your boyfriend goes much differently than you initially thought…
╰┈➤ warnings, porn w plot, explicit content, bobby being a reassuring bf, p in v, fingering, bobby is definitely a boob guy in this, bobby and reader are freaked out, i got a bit lazy at the end :(
“Bobby, where are you taking me?” You giggle, clutching tighter onto his wrist as he leads you further into the basement of the empty furniture store. “Be patient baby—just wait, you’ll love it.” He exclaims, his voice bouncing off the cold walls.
You roll your eyes at your overly-excited boyfriend who has been begging to show you this unfamiliar place ever since he first discovered it. “Whatever bobby,” you reply teasingly, “are you sure Clark won’t mind us imposing on his store while he’s away?”
It’s clear he can sense the hesitance in your tone. Stopping in his tracks, he turns his body to face you, his cerulean eyes, full of mischief meeting your conflicted ones.
“Baby,” he pauses, his free hand reaching up to cup your face. “I’m sure—look, you have nothing to worry about as long as you’re with me.” He says, giving you a reassuring smile as you melt into his touch, nuzzling your face into his calloused palm. “I’d never do anything to get you in trouble, my sweet girl.”
With that, he intertwines his large hand with your smaller one and pulls you forward, resuming the trek toward his 'special' place. The atmosphere is heavy, the silence almost deafening when you reach a blue taped rectangle on a supposedly ordinary wall.
In the quiet, the only sound is the rapid thumping of his pulse against your palm. “Mhm that’s it baby,” he whispers, his voice low and raspy as if he is talking to himself, “w-we’re here.”
The way Bobby stares at the outline, with a thick intensity, makes you think there is something he is not telling you. But you shrug it off, deliberately ignoring how your heart suddenly feels like it is about to jump out your chest. Taking in a deep breath, you let his words from earlier echo in your head, forcing you to cast your doubts aside.
After all, this is Bobby you are talking about. The same guy who used to get into fights over nothing back in high school just to get your attention. And not to mention, he is also your boyfriend of 8 years. He wouldn’t do anything that could put you in danger…right?
“So,” you start, forcing a smile onto your face, “where is this ‘special’ place bobby?”
“You’re looking right at it doll.”
Unlacing your hand from Bobby’s, you summon the courage to take a step toward the wall. The moment you do, a wave of unease washes over you, a primal instinct screaming at you to not get any closer. Something is terribly wrong. Every nerve in your body is on edge, warning you to get out of there.
As always, your boyfriend is quick to notice your clear discomfort, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind in a comforting manner. “Shh, shh don’t overthink it.” He murmurs into your ear, his warm, minty breath brushing against your neck.
This man truly was magical, knowing exactly how to ease your nerves only to make you horny not even second later.
You lean your head back into his chest as his hand slips under your shirt, his thumb tracing the delicate skin just under your boob in a circular motion. “Bobbyy—” you whine, arching your back in an attempt to rub yourself on his evidently, hard dick that is currently pressing up against your ass.
“I know, baby, I know. You’ll understand everything later. Just let me show you what I wanted to show you first, okay?” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck before finally pulling away. The second his strong arms leave you, a chill creeps over your skin. With the absence of his warmth the strange room instantly starts to feel colder, making it all the more unbearable.
“Ugh whatever” you mumble, visibly irritated at the thought of staying in this place any longer. Crossing your arms over your chest, you shoot an impatient look at your boyfriend, who still has that excited expression plastered across his handsome features. “What else did you want to show me?”
“This.” He grins, and before you can fully register what is happening, Bobby directly sprints at the wall, vanishing straight through the middle of blue outlined ‘door’.
“What the fuck—Bobby!” you call after him, unable to believe what you have just witnessed. “Bobby..? What kind of trick are you playing? This isn’t funny!” You scream looking directly at where your boyfriend disappeared to, but instead of a reply, your own voice just echoes back at you. Looking around the empty space, the terrifying reality sinks in that he really is gone, and you are entirely alone in the room.
Just as you begin to panic, bobby reemerges from where he disappeared to. You don’t know whether to cry or yell at him even more when you see him. “Bobby—you fool, you scared me so much.” You exclaim, your voice thick with worry as you run over to where he stands.
instead of replying, he pulls you into a warm embrace, wrapping his arms around you tightly. He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head as you cuddle into his chest. You feel a sense of relief as you breathe in his familiar scent.
Your anger, however, doesn’t fade in the slightest.
“You scared me, you idiot!” you cry, slapping his bicep. He lets out a soft grunt from the impact but makes no move to stop you. Instead, his hold on you tightens.
“I know baby, I know.” He coos, kissing the top of your head. “But I need you to trust me on this okay?”
By now, your mind is racing, jumping to all the worst conclusions possible of what could be behind that wall—the sharp scent of his cologne the only thing keeping you grounded. “Okay.” You breathe out, your voice soft and steady as you put all your faith into Bobby.
He offers you his hand, and you slip yours into it. Reluctantly, the two of you pull away from the hug, his body warmth lingering long after the contact is broken. You force yourself to remain composed as the two of your approach the rectangular taped outline.
In contrast to your fear, your boyfriend stands beside you full of confidence, shaking with excitement. If only he could share some of that confidence with you.
“It’s alright doll, just go in after me”
Bobby takes a few steps forward until he’s standing directly in front of the centre, his back to you. Turning around, he offers one last reassuring smile. You open your mouth to respond but before you can even say anything, he crosses the taped perimeter in a single fearless stride.
“Bobby?” You call out, but it’s too late. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you watch his silhouette completely disappear, it was almost as if he wasn’t just standing in front of you moments ago.
The silence that crashes over the room is immediate and suffocating. Before you can think properly, you find yourself in the same exact place your boyfriend stood. “This idiot.” You mumble under your breath, shaking your head. You swear that one day his recklessness will be the end of you. (foreshadowingg?)
The moment you step through the hidden portal, you find yourself in a very looking ordinary room, one that could easily pass for a storage room in the furniture store you were just in. Yet your gut tells you there’s something more going on, an uneasy feeling creeping up your spine once again.
“Babyyy! Finally, you were taking so long that I thought I’d have to go back again to get you.” The sound Bobby’s voice snaps you out of your trance. You blink hard and suddenly there he is. Causally just leaning against the wall, no fear at all behind his cobalt eyes.
“C’mere babe, I’ve missed you.” He says, that charming smirk plastered across his features that you could never resist. The same one he gave you when you finally agreed to go out with him after the millionth time.
You playfully roll your eyes at him and with wobbly feet, you begin to take cautious steps toward him. As you draw in a breath you notice that the air feels stale, almost untouched, as though no one had been here in years, and rightfully so in your opinion.
“Whatever, maybe I missed you too.” You say, trying to act nonchalant, though the mock-sternness in your voice is completely ruined by a smile of relief at seeing him.
His smirk only widens, a triumphant spark lighting up his eyes. Lifting his brows, he steps in closer, closing the remaining gap between you.
“Oh? Just maybe?” He teases, his voice dropping lower as he reaches out to pull you in, firmly wrapping his muscular arms around your waist, caging you into his embrace. “Fine, I missed you too, idiot,” you mumble softly, immediately feeling more at ease in his embrace, despite the eerie surroundings.
Lifting your head, you find him already watching you. The silence between the two of you is comfortable, heat rushing to your cheeks as your eyes meet his lighter ones. Bobby slides one hand to the nape of your neck, titling your face up to gently pull you into a deep kiss.
The kiss takes you by surprise, but nevertheless you melt into it, his mouth moving against yours in a fierce, demanding motion. His lips are rough, full of desperation as he laps at yours like a man starved. The kiss is passionate and you pour every emotion into it, completely loosing yourself in the moment.
Feeling your knees threaten to buckle beneath you, you instinctively press your hands against his chest to steady yourself. You gasp when you feel his hand slide down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. The action catches you by surprise, and Bobby uses the opportunity to slide his tongue between your parted lips. “Bobby, mhm—”
Your moan comes out muffled, his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth. You kiss him back with even more hunger, addicted to the minty taste of his lips, though you can’t decipher whether he tastes more like the berries or the chocolate he had earlier. Your hand roams over his clothed chest, wanting to feel his bare flesh under your palm.
The two of you are completely out of breath by the time you pull back, a thin, silver string of saliva briefly connecting your lips before parting. His breath comes in short, uneven gasps against your skin as his hand firmly but gently catches your wrist, pinning it against his chest while the other remains on your lower back, the heat of his touch lingering.
For a moment, you stay silent, too overwhelmed and focused on steadying your breaths. The only sound in the quiet room is the frantic rhythm of your chests rising and falling. Looking up into Bobby's eyes, you see your own reflection matched with a hunger that mirrors yours perfectly, making your knees feel weak all over again.
The physical sensation is consuming, blurring the world around you that you almost forgot where you were in the first place.
“On a serious note, Bobby…” you start, still tangled in his embrace. “Why did you want to show me this…” You struggle for a moment, searching for the right word to describe the space around you. “…area?”
Your boyfriend holds your gaze for a moment, a mischievous look flashing in his eyes as his smirk widens.
“Oh I don’t know babe,” he says, his voice coated with mock innocence “I just thought you’d wanna see it after the conversation we had the other day.”
He emphasises the word see, his teasing smirk turning into a full blown grin as he watches you try to recall what you said a few days prior. Your eyes widen when your mind flashes back to exactly 72 hours ago, realisation clicking in your eyes.
“Bobbyy, please, I wanna try something new.” You whine, desperately rubbing yourself against his clothed thigh. What was supposed to be a relaxing movie night ended with you behaving like a wild animal in heat.
“What do you mean, babe? I can’t think of one thing we haven’t done.” He groans, his dick straining against his boxers at the sight of you grinding on his leg, the needy look in your eyes only fuels him further.
“I mean, I wanna try something new Bobby, try some new position, fuck somewhere new.” You let out a frustrated breath, “fuck, I don’t know, anything!”
Watching you, all needy and pent up, Bobby gets an idea. “Yeah, yeah, all right doll, I’ll think of something.” He mutters before popping a grape into his mouth.
“This was your great idea Bobby…?” you pause, trying to maintain your composure and make sure you were understanding everything correctly. “To take me here?”
He shrugs at your baffled expression. “Relax doll face, you said you wanted to try something new.” He says calmly, not realising that having sex in the backrooms was the not at all what you had on your mind.
You cross your arms beneath your chest, struck dumb by how calm he seems, as though your bed or a creepy room made no difference to him. Heat rushes to your face, suddenly feeling shy under his watchful gaze, and your cheeks burn crimson. “Y-Yeah I did but—”
He cuts you off, cupping your jaw and forcing you to look up at him. “There’s no but, baby. Look—there’s no one here.” When you still didn’t look entirely convinced, he softenes his tone and continues, “we can stop anytime you want, I promise you babe.”
There’s something about Bobby’s reassuring expression that instantly makes you feel more at ease. Biting your lip, you place your hands on his muscular chest once again. “And what if I won’t want to stop?” You ask shyly, gazing at him with wide, innocent eyes as if your panties weren’t already soaking wet with arousal.
You just found Bobby reassuring you so hot. However, your ovulation hormones definitely amplified the effect.
Bobby lowers himself until his lips are right next to your earlobe. “I think you already know the answer, baby.” You shiver as you feel his warm breath brush against your neck, the sheer proximity of his body suddenly makes you really horny.
The rich scent of his cologne overwhelms your senses, filling the mere inches left between your faces. It shatters whatever self-control you have left.
This time, you're the first to act, smashing your lips against his and kissing him fiercely as though your life depends on it—and in a place like this, perhaps it does. Caught completely off guard, bobby freezes for a split second under the sudden pressure of your mouth. But the hesitation only lasts a moment.
His hand grips your jaw tighter, and the other pulls your body flush against his. You moan Into his mouth as you feel his evidently hard erection press into your lower abdomen. The pressure of his clothed cock makes your heat drip with more slick and you instinctively press yourself up closer against him.
He continues to kiss you like that until your back hits the cold wall with a groan. By now, the eerie surroundings are the least of your concerns. You tug at the hem of Bobby’s shirt, nearly ripping the fabric, but he pulls away to catch his breath, stopping you in your tracks.
“Nuh-uh,” he tuts teasingly. “This shirt is one of my nicest ones. You’re not allowed to ruin this one too, babe.”
The way he emphasises "too" brings back vivid memories of your marathon shopping trip the other day—a direct consequence of you apparently ‘ruining’ all of his shirts. But in your defence It’s wasn’t like he needed them anyway.
Rolling your eyes, you completely remove your hands off his body and take a step back, occupying them with the straps of your top instead. Bobby just there stands helplessly, watching you peel away your top. He looks at your body in awe as more of your skin is revealed to him, his boxers feeling tighter than ever.
The small piece of fabric falls to the floor with a thump, the soft sound echoing throughout the dimly-lit room. His eyes become full of lust, even more blood rushing to his lower half. Bobby’s dick is practically begging to be set free as he takes a daring step toward you, his hands attaching themselves to your sides as though they always belonged there, caging you in.
The primal urge to take you is all too much for him, consuming his senses completely, your sweet scent guiding him. He attaches his mouth onto your neck, trailing down your body with open-mouthed kisses. His tongue trails over your bare skin in slow, circular motions, tasting you as if you were made of pure sugar.
He looks up at you, watching you throw your head back as he takes your teat into his mouth. “Look at me baby, let me see those pretty eyes.” He mumbles, his voice sending vibrations throughout your whole body.
Your mind is blank, your eyes faded to nothing but desire. As you lock eyes, the ache between your thighs begins to feel unbearable. His tongue swirls around your sensitive nipple, teasing your soft bud.
“Bobby—mhm, please.” You whine, arching your back, reaching down to grab ahold of his light hair, tugging on it desperately. Breaking eye contact, you lean your head back, pulling Bobby closer to your chest while he sucks on your teat like a hungry babe as though he expects milk to come out.
He then moves to your other, neglected teat, gently cupping it in his hands and giving it a firm squeeze before attempting to fit all of it in his mouth. By now, the room is consumed by the heat of it all: your desperate, needy moans clashing with his low, dirty commands to look down at him.
You’re so overwhelmed by the relentless switch between him sucking and squeezing your breasts that you don’t even notice his fingers at the zipper of your shorts until they’re already being pushed down your legs.
“Get on your tummy baby.”
That’s all you need to hear before laying down on the cold floor. Although the sensation of your bare breasts brushing against the chilly surface isn't the most comfortable, the sound of Bobby unbuckling his belt behind you makes you ignore it.
“Bobby, I need youu” you cry impatiently, craving nothing more than to feel him inside you, to clench around his dick again. Your pussy is dripping with wetness by the time you feel him caress your thighs from behind, the large wet patch on your lace panties serving as proof.
“My sweet girl is so wet for me, aren’t you, baby?” he mutters. You feel his slender fingers hook into the fabric of your underwear, pulling it to the side rather than fully taking it off. He lets out a low groan as he strokes your damp lips. “Fuck... you’re so ready for me, aren’t you?”
He fists his hand in your hair from behind, pulling your head back. Your breath hitches as you feel him drag his hardness across your slick folds. “please...” you whimper, but he cuts you off, burying his length inside you in a single, deep thrust that tears a scream from your throat.
Before you can even catch your breath from the sudden shock of him filling you, he begins to move, setting a relentless, demanding pace. He pins you flat against the floor, his heavy weight anchoring you down as his hands grip your hips, driving into you with deep, unyielding thrusts that have you crying out against the cold floor.
He drives into you over and over again, his thick length dragging agonizingly deep inside you. Your palms press flat against the ground, desperately searching for purchase. Seeing this, Bobby leans over you, slipping his fingers between yours and pinning your hand to the marble floor, his relentless, bruising pace never faltering.
“Fuck,” he groans, a heavy thrust puncturing his words. “My—” another deep drag of his dick “—good—” he rolls his hips into you again “—girl.”
You desperately want to reply but can’t, too overstimulated with pleasure to form even a simple sentence.
The friction of him filling you builds a blinding heat, completely erasing the chill of the odd room. With your fingers locked tightly in his, you can only cling to him as he drives you both toward the edge, the once quiet room now loud with your consistsnt moans.
His pace turns frantic. You can feel him press his chest flush against your back, the heavy rhythm of his hips drowning out every other thought. There is only his heat and the low, undone sounds he’s making in your ear.
“Bobby, please—” you choke out, your walls clenching so hard around him to a breaking point.
“I’ve got you,” he growls, going in even deeper, constantly driving into that spongy spot inside you.
The climax hits you in violent waves, squeezing tightly around him. Your shattered cry snaps what little control Bobby has left. With a low groan, he delivers final, heavy thrusts, burying himself completely inside you as he cums. He shudders violently against your back, his breath ragged against your neck as thick ropes of his seed fill you.
For a long time, the only sound in the room is your heavy breathing. Bobby collapses over you, hiding his face in your neck, his fingers still tightly interwoven with yours as the room falls quiet around you.
“That was so good, dollface,” he praises, his voice soft, stroking your cheek affectionately as he wraps his arms around your mostly bare body.
“Oh yeah?” You giggle, utterly exhausted, wanting nothing more than to be back in your own bed rather than the marble floor that was really staring to give make your back ache.
“Bobby,” you whimper, shifting in his embrace to absorb more of his body heat as the room suddenly feels a lot colder, giving you goosebumps.
He opens his mouth to reply before a sudden rustle pulls you both out of the haze. Bobby goes completely still beside you, his muscles tensing as you both strain to listen. Your breath hitches. Is someone out there? Have you been caught?
“Baby… I thought you were the only one who knew about this place,” you whisper, panic tightening in your chest at the thought that you aren’t alone.
Bobby tries to sound confident, but fails, his voice falters as he replies, “I am.”
And that’s when you hear it—a terrifying screech cutting through the dark, almost as if it were answering your previous question.
Spoiler: you are not alone.
