The Need To Change [ Bob Velseb x m!reader - 18+ ]

[ CHAPTER 14 ]

Bob picked you up again, still kissing you. 

The necessary effects are not in your possession, but this kind of kiss was... different. Bob's pale face coming close to yours, his tired eyes closing, his tongue wrapping around yours, and all other sounds of the world going silent. The rustling of your clothes coming together, the sound of stairs creaking, the sound of an old wooden door opening - all silent. And somewhere below this, your heart raced. 

Not to say a thump. Not exactly a leap, but a calming but racing rhyme, one that soothed your soul, one that felt like fireworks. The feeling in your gut as he placed you on the bed, your heart, those fireworks. One excitement, the other foolish romanticism. You huffed in between your french kisses. His eyes opened ever so often to stare eagerly into yours. The obsessiveness and pure longing for love staring into your soul. 

♥

He pulled away and practically ripped our red pants and boxers off. Your thighs blushing and pale, how embarrassing. Those silly butterflies flew in your guts as he placed his hand on your hips, lifting you up. 

"Gotta get you ready, this ain't gonna fit ya the first time." He said as he started to lick your ass, biting it and your thighs a few times. Some blood dripped from the bite marks. 

You bit on your lip while your legs shook from the pleasure. You dripped tightly onto the bed sheets as he practically ate you out. You gasped in pure pleasure.

"B-bob..." You said in between your whimpers. 

He looked up still having his tongue inside of you. 

"Just go ahead..." You pushed back your hair looking down at him. 

Your eyes filled with pleasurable tears and flushed red cheeks seemed to completely break something within bob. As he said nothing in response and simply took off his pants and boxers, slamming into you. Your eyes widened and your breathing hitched as your whole body and bed moved to his rhythm. The pain and pleasure mixing within your lower body, god it felt like he'd break you in half if he wanted to. You wrapped your legs around his big body, pushing yourself closer to him, closer to the pleasure he was giving you. 

He laughed huffing, "You like this, don't you darlin'?" He started to smile obsessively. 

You smiled tiredly as your face blushed even more. He grabbed onto your hips slamming himself deeper into you. The warm sensation shot up through your lower stomach, then chest, legs, neck, and face. You yelped from the sudden movement, clenching your teeth as your vision blurred. Bob started to bite your neck and shoulder, bits of blood dripping down as he "gently" bit into your skin. You wrapped your arms around him, scratching his back, still moving right to his rhythm. You could barely see anything from the pools of pleasurable tears falling from your chin. That same tingling sensation filled your stomach and you couldn't help but move your hips. Bob started to kiss you on your face and then finally to your mouth, muffling your broken moans. He bit your lip as he finally slapped the deeper inside of you as he climaxed. You did the same pushing your face into his sweater. 

The both of you huffed as you sat there trying to catch your breath. He finally laid you down on the bed, pulling himself out and then looking at his ruined sweater. He then looked at you... a completely broken mess, covered in bloody bite marks and hickeys, your eyes red from the tears that still filled your eyes, and your body red and shivering underneath him. It's all he could've asked for. His hands shivered as he cupped your red face with a satisfied smile. 

♥

"Well, ain't you pretty." He said quietly and moved your sweat-filled, messy hair out of your face, "Ya want some water?" 

You looked at him, still huffing and shaking. You couldn't muster out anything so you just nodded. He nodded, took off his sweater, and put on some boxers. He then walked downstairs making those ever-so-noticeable footsteps as he went down. You looked up to the ceiling, 

'Damn he likes it rough...' Your heartbeat raced again. 

'Ba-bump' 

'PLEASE DON'T GET HORNY AGAIN DAMN IT!' You rolled under the covers and got comfortable. You yawned again, god where you tired... Your eyes fluttered asleep as the thumping of big footsteps went up the stairs. 

[ Bob's pov ] 

You walked into the room noticing (y/n) already sleeping in your bed. You honestly couldn't help but smile. Though you did want to do another round... But that didn't matter anymore as you placed the glass of water on the nightstand. It must've moved a few inches after your enjoyable sex. You chuckled a bit under your breath and moved it back quietly. You sat down in the bed looking at (y/n) while deep in thought. 

You really were starting to get used to this, now knowing that 'he' liked him too. You honestly have no idea where these romantic feelings came from, you were still in shock that you had any within you. But as you wondered, you started to realize. The car ride, when he told you something he probably never told anyone else. At the moment, you were mostly looking at his shaking hands on the wheel. Not to mention the first time he saw your scars... how he called them pretty. You never heard anyone call you anything but a monster, which at first you didn't mind... but now? You wanted to just be called sweet little nothing by him. God, were you foolish for such thoughts? Nonetheless, at least you knew he at least felt the same. He hasn't run from you, technically. He had plenty of time to do so but... he stayed instead. He wasn't that scared of you either, in fact, he did put up a fight if he could. You loved when people did that. Especially when he did that. The drool dripping off your face and onto the covers of the bed brought you back to reality. 

"No... he wouldn't..." You slowly got into the covers and fell asleep.

[ Pov of John and Jack ] 

Jack switched off the lights from the police car. They knew if they could just get the surprise on Bob they might be able to catch him once again. To be fair, the only reason they caught him last time was that he didn't look both ways when crossing the street and even then he put up a big fight. 

Jack stopped at the front of the small community. It was the poorer side of town, why didn't they look here sooner?

"How should we go about this John?" Jack looked forward, worried.

"Stakeout." Said John as he placed another cigarette into his mouth and lit it. "I hope you got your sleep last night." He slumped back into the car. 

"Seriously we just... wait?" John looked at him with an even more worried look.

"Yes, we don't know which house it is. We can't just randomly run into people's houses. It's against the law." He looked over at Jack's worried expression and sighed. "I know you blame yourself but you can't let this ruin your job or worse get you killed. The best we can do is wait." 

Jack turned back to the dark road ahead illuminated by the moon's light and a few old streetlights. John was right, he shouldn't ruin himself or get himself killed over this guilt. But no matter how many times he said that in his head, he really didn't want to wait. (Y/n) could be dead by now or was being tortured by the gluttonous monster. He gripped tightly onto the steering wheel. He was clearly upset. 

A/N - I have no idea why this chapter was soooo damn hard to write. I think it's because I'm actually trying to improve my writing lol. nonetheless, I think I'm making good progress! :))