#bobo del rey x oc

[whenimaunicorn]

Nothing Close to What I Need

Fandom: Wynonna Earp Characters: Bobo del Rey x OFC Words: 2875

From the prompt “kiss on a dare” by @that-was-not-supposed-to-happen. Shades of enemies-to-lovers, the OC is a sometime associate of the Earps who finds herself at a bachelorette party held at Shorty’s... while it’s under Bobo’s management. Someone orders body shots and it all goes to hell

Full Text: “I think the new owner is kind of hot.”

I rolled my eyes at her. “Really, Delilah?” I was uncomfortable enough that her bachelorette party was still happening at Shorty’s, despite the recent change in management.

“Mm, yeah,” my other friend Joanie replied, sucking down on the straw in her Jack & Coke as she basically eye-fucked Bobo del Rey where he stood behind the bar. “Do we know anything about him?”

The rest of them had moved out of Purgatory after high school; everyone but me. Today they’d flown back in for Delilah’s bachelorette festivities. I still hadn’t understood why they wanted to have the party here. “He looks like bad news to me.” I knew a lot more than that about the revenant that had bought Shorty’s just to spite Wynonna Earp, but I wasn’t going to get into it with these bitches.  I hadn’t even revealed to them that I had started associating with the Earp girls at all. They wouldn’t get it.

Delilah bumped me with her elbow. “I thought you loved a bad boy.”

I twisted my lip, letting my eyes slide off the man with the wild mohawk and crazy smile. “What can I say, I’ve grown a little since high school.”

Delilah’s lips formed an exaggerated pout. “Not tonight, you haven’t. Tonight, we get crazy.”

Joanie made a loud whooping sound that drew more than a few eyes from around the establishment. “Hell yeah! Let’s get this party going. Delilah, I dare you to do a body shot off someone.”

The bachelorette grinned, her eyes already getting that smoldering look that always got the boys wrapped around her little finger. “Fuck yes. Let’s all do them.”

Joanie hopped up from our table and headed to the bar to order the drinks. She came back after only a minute, empty-handed. “He said he’d bring ‘em to us here.”

I hoped like crazy that “him” was the usual bartender, but tonight I had no such luck. Within just a few minutes, Bobo del Rey himself came sauntering over to the table, eyes flashing with mischief over a tray that included saltshakers, lime wedges, and four brimming shots of tequila. “Looks like you ladies are celebrating,” he said with a charming smile for Delilah, eyeing up her hot pink “bachelorette” sash, and crown covered in tiny, almost tasteful phalluses. “I wanted to come over and congratulate you personally. I’m the new owner.”

“So we heard,” Delilah simpered, placing her hand in his palm when he extended his long fingers toward her.

Bobo kissed her knuckles like an old-fashioned gentleman, causing everyone but me to erupt into giggles. I knew the cruelty that lay behind that smile. I knew the only reason he came over here was to fuck with me, personally.

He was standing between Delilah and I, and he passed the shots around so that he got to me last. He caught my eye with a smirk, but said nothing to indicate that he already knew me. There was one tequila shot left on the tray, and he lifted it into the air at the center of the table. “To the wildest night of your lives.”

I didn’t trust his smirk. I suddenly wondered how many of the patrons surrounding us were revenants, too.

Bobo set the glass down in front of himself. “This round is on the house. You ladies don’t mind if I join you for this drink?”

What could I say? Especially when my friends were so dumbly receptive, nodding eagerly at their luck with the free drinks.

Bobo handed a saltshaker to me, and kept the other for himself. I thought I saw him wink before he turned back to the bachelorette. “Now, darling, tell me your name.”

“Delilah.”

Bobo’s eyebrows jumped, but he did not make any of the obvious jokes about her namesake. “Will you be my partner, Delilah?” He wiggled the saltshaker at her, lifting a lime wedge in his other hand.

Delilah held out the bare skin of her arm for him, but he shook his head.

“You can do better than that.”

She bit her lip, playing coy, then tugged the neck of her shirt a little lower, offering him her chest.

Bobo’s eyes lit up, and he popped the rind-side of the lime into her mouth. “Hold that for me.” He leaned over her, but his eyes sought mine, making certain I was watching. He extended his tongue slowly, lasciviously, and licked a line right under her collarbone, looking only at me.

Delilah shivered, and Bobo tucked his arm around her. He tapped salt onto the wet line he had left, and then looked expectantly at the rest of us.

I guess Joanie and I were partners. I was too petrified under Bobo’s devilish stare to take the initiative; I didn’t even look at Joanie when she lifted my arm and licked the inside of my wrist.

I vaguely felt the salt sprinkle on my skin as I watched Bobo smirk. Joanie broke the hypnotism of his eyes when she traced the lime across my bottom lip.

I blinked at her, taken aback by the sensuousness of the gesture. She waggled her brows at me and then I remembered how much she liked to tease the boys with a little girl-on-girl action. Bobo del Rey was about to get way more of a show than I wanted to give him.

I bit my lip, tasting the sour juice.

“How’s that lime?” Joanie asked, her voice dropped seductively low. Before I could answer, she leaned in to taste it herself.

She nipped at my lip softly, and made a show of pulling our bodies closer together. When she drew away I could see she was locking eyes with Bobo, checking to see if that did anything for him.

I decided my best play now was just not to acknowledge him at all.

Joanie pressed the rind of the lime into my mouth so she could go for her grand finale. She licked the salt from my wrist with a sexy little growl, took her shot, and then squeezed juice from the lime between my lips without even removing it.

Delilah emitted a high-pitched little giggle; when I looked over Bobo’s tongue swiping salt off her chest was making her squirm. He knocked back his tequila like a champ and plucked the lime from Delilah’s mouth with a sharp snap of his teeth.

I could hear a nervous edge to my friend’s laughter. She may have said that Bobo was ‘kind of hot,’ but her instincts were kicking in now, weren’t they. Something in her knew that she was in the grasp of a predator. Delilah slid her stool closer to us. “I want some of that hot Joanie action too,” she said with an exaggerated pout. A great excuse to get away from him. I watched her do her body shot off Joanie’s boobs as my stomach quietly sank to the floor. She’d left Bobo del Rey to be my partner now?

“I guess that leaves you and me, sweet thing,” Bobo said. His voice vibrated the air above my ear. I twisted toward him to hide my flinch. Bobo was smirking and lifting the bottom of his black t-shirt.

My swift retort died on my tongue when I caught sight of what he was revealing. His abdomen was chiseled. The smooth, pale skin framed by fur coat and dark fabric was captivating, the bold lines of his hip bones leading my eye straight down to the dusting of hair that showed just above his low-slung belt. Fuck, Bobo del Rey was kind of hot.

He thrust that tempting slice of exposed flesh toward me. “Your move.”

My throat was suddenly dry. Well, the tequila would take care of that. Joanie and Delilah made taunting little “oohs” of encouragement and there was no way out for me but through this experience. At least Bobo was not letting on to them that he already knew me, that we had a history of taking other kinds of shots at each other.

I leaned down toward his offered stomach, holding my breath and the saltshaker at the ready. I saw Bobo’s eyes shift around the bar as I dove in. Fuck, he just wanted to make sure his whole revenant crew was witnessing this: Wynonna Earp’s little buddy bending down over his crotch. My anger threw off my aim; though I had intended to half-ass this, my tongue landed hard against his skin just below his navel, and I licked a rough stripe that seemed much more eager than I had intended.

I salted him like I was warding off an evil spirit, but there was only amusement in Bobo’s hooded eyes as I straightened my back and grabbed my shot glass. Tequila could only make this better, right? I ducked my head back down as Joanie and Delilah whooped, and forgot to hold my breath this time.

The scent of man musk invaded my inhale, rich and enticing. Fuck this motherfucking demonic fucker. I licked as little as I could get away with, the dainty tip of my tongue picking up just a few salty grains, making sure I’d leave him feeling messy and uncomfortable. Then I recoiled and sucked down the sour liquor as gracefully as I could.

I don’t particularly enjoy tequila. It burned worse than I remembered, and my eyes flew open in search of the lime wedge.

Bobo was already holding it for me, perched between two fingers as he wiggled it in front of my face. I lunged for it, and he drew it back at the last minute so my teeth closed in empty air.

My eyes burned at him, as harsh as the liquor in my throat. Bobo teased me with the fruit, acting like he’d let me have it if I would just lean toward him again, but my pride wouldn’t let me. I grabbed my beer off the table instead, chugging the lukewarm remnants of the bottle and glaring.

Bobo grinned cheekily and bit into the lime himself. “You ladies enjoy your night,” he said as he took a step away. “Just holler if you need anything else.”

Delilah and I watched him retreat back behind the bar, flipping his giant coat with a flourish. “He’s cute, but he’s kind of a douche,” Delilah said when he was out of earshot.

Joanie shrugged, and started playing with Delilah’s hair. “He’s just negging us. When guys give you a hard time, it means they think you’re too hot for them. It’s a compliment.”

I rolled my eyes, but Delilah smiled like she agreed, like she liked that idea. “What did he taste like?” She asked me.

I furrowed my brow. When did this night become all about fucking Bobo del Rey? “I don’t know.” She looked skeptical, like I was holding back on the good shit. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

Delilah pouted. I was starting to remember why I hadn’t been too broken up when these two moved out of Purgatory. They were fun, but they weren’t the most empathetic sort of friends. “Well then,” she said, a devilish smirk coming into her eye as she bent her head down to look at me through her lashes, “you’ll have to find out. For the next dare, I dare you to go kiss him.”

I blew out a soft exhale. Joanie leaned in against my resistance. “Don’t be a party pooper,” she chided.

“Fine. But not right now. Let me find a good moment.”

The longer I sat there and sipped my next drink, the more it felt like a chat with Bobo was going to be necessary, anyway. I had no idea how many of the bar patrons surrounding us were actually demonic revenants from hell, nor what kind of terrible things they might be thinking about getting up to with me and my attention-grabbing friends here. I could advise that we leave for another bar right now, but who knew if some of them might decide to follow?

I got up when I saw Bobo emerging from a back room, intercepting him on only slightly-shaky legs before he could return behind the bar. He smirked as he saw me coming, and I threw on a winning smile to make the villain curious enough to slow down and talk to me.

The music was loud. I had to put my mouth to his ear if I wanted to be heard; he drew me in close to his body with a hand at the small of my back. “I need you to promise me safe passage. For my friends tonight.” I waited for him to laugh at me, scoff, or something, but when he did not immediately react I kept going. “I know you’ve got a problem with Wynonna, but they’re not connected to any of it. They’re innocents.”

Bobo tipped his head down, getting right up in my face. He let his demon eyes flash. “We love innocents. Especially their screams.”

“Don’t you dare!” I retorted. “My best friend is celebrating her wedding tonight, and nothing is going to ruin that.”

Perhaps it was foolish to speak to our immortal enemy like a mother slapping a child’s hand. But I couldn’t back down on this, and I didn’t have much to bargain with. Bobo cracked a smile, like he enjoyed the unexpected. “I like you.”

“Well that’s good to hear, because… I do need one other thing from you.”

Bobo raised his silver-spotted eyebrow.

I became distinctly aware of the way he was leaning over me, the casual command emanating from his hand at my hip. Two of his fingers were above the line of my jeans, resting on my bare skin. “Don’t worry, it’s not really another favor. I mean you’ll probably like it.”

His face jumped in a bemused expression, and his index finger ran back and forth across my skin. “I'm intrigued.”

I still had to use every bargaining chip I had. “Promise safe passage, first.”

Bobo shook his head, an indulgent smile curving his lips. “Tell me.”

I released a burst of air. Worth a try. “They dared me to kiss you.”

His eyebrows shot up, a smug smile quick to follow as he leaned back and regarded me like a fancy dessert he had just been served. “Did they now.” His hands came to encircle my hips, and he rocked them side to side like he was trying to make me dance as he looked me up and down.

“Yep,” I replied, already feeling defeated as I watched Bobo check to see if Joanie and Delilah were watching.

Bobo’s voice rumbled low. “Then we’d better give them a good show.”

He lifted me up with that same grip on my hips, depositing my ass on the edge of the empty table nearby. He pushed in close, his thighs between my legs, before I could try and keep him at a greater distance.

His hands trapped the sides of my face, rings flashing. And then he paused, staring for a long moment into my eyes like we were lovers. I got a glimpse of depths in that gaze that I never expected Bobo del Rey to have.

“Can we just get this over with?” I blurted into his face. I refused to acknowledge the sudden ache between my thighs. It was only a visceral reaction to a masculine body so close to my own.

I expected him to be rough, or lewd. Instead, Bobo’s hands slid around the base of my skull, cradling my head before he brought it fractionally closer to his own. The contact of his lips was smooth, and his whiskers were softer than they looked.

His gentle fingers coaxed me closer, his lips melting against mine so sweet that I opened my mouth to him without thinking. His tongue teased across the tip of mine.

Tingles ran down my spine before he let me go.

He looked a little dreamy too, pulling back only just far enough to look me in the eye. “You like me too.”

I scrunched up my face, shaking his hands off my face. “No I don’t. It was just a dare.” I turned his head to the girls, who were silently cheering at me.

Bobo recaptured my gaze, looking unimpressed. “Sure you do. Nobody kisses someone they don't like, like that.”

I pushed him away and hopped down off the table, quick as I could. I wasn’t giving him the satisfaction of seeing anything else in my eyes.

Bobo extended his arm like a bar as I turned away from him, catching me for one more comment before I could race back to my girls. “I’ll spread the word,” he said above my shoulder, “nobody is hunting tonight. Not at your table. But do us a favor?” I felt him lean in, speaking his next words so close that his beard tickled my ear. “Leave me out of any more of your little dares. Unless you’re ready to finish what you start.” He released his grip across my chest and slapped me hard on the ass, propelling me back toward my table.

[whenimaunicorn]

An Hour In My Trailer - Bobo Del Rey Smut

Fandom: Wynonna Earp Rating: Explicit - only read if you’re 18+ Characters: Bobo del Rey x OFC Warnings: coercion/dubcon; mild humiliation

Summary: Bobo’s willing to give the Earp crew the clue they need to find the latest revenant: in exchange for an hour alone with him in his trailer. Set somewhere around the middle of season one.

  It was going about as well as these things ever do. Standing inside Bobo Del Rey’s cluttered and grimy trailer park, our exit was now blocked by a cluster of menacing revenants. They were held at bay only by our pistols, and by the fact that we had been granted safe passage in here “just to talk.” That parlay had lasted all of three minutes before Wynonna had pulled Peacemaker and pointed it right at Bobo’s leering face.

Bobo showed her his palms, raising his hands in only a mockery of fear. “Wynonna,” he chided, shaking his head like he was utterly disappointed in her, “I thought you said the only thing you came here to exchange was words.”

“Yeah, well I just ran out of words,” she retorted, with a click of Peacemaker’s hammer. A bluff, of course. There was no way she could land a shot on Bobo when he could see it coming, and we all knew that. The gesture was only a sign of her frustration.

Just as the gun in my hand was, pointed steadily at a revenant off to the side that kept stepping a little closer whenever we looked away. A big bastard with a sledgehammer over his shoulder. My bullets wouldn’t kill him, but it felt better to have something pointed between him and me. Doc and Dolls seemed to feel the same way about the rest of the throng that had us silently surrounded.

“Do you have him, or not?”

Bobo waved his hand. “The gentleman you have described does not reside among my men.”

“We’d prefer to check that for ourselves,” Dolls spoke up, trying his best Law Enforcement Voice.

Bobo only laughed, and snapped his teeth shut with a loud click. “Not going to happen. But, as I was going to volunteer before you so rudely interrupted me with your lack of confidence, Deputy Marshall Dolls, I do happen to know where the revenant in question has been holing up.”

Wynonna shifted her weight with an impatient hand on her hip. “We’re listening…”

Bobo wanted to draw it out, though. Of course. He stuck the end of the stick he had been twirling between his fingers into his mouth, gnawing on it absently as he peered at Wynonna from under his brows. I refused to allow myself to be distracted by the play of his lips curling around the thing; damn him and his oral fixation. “I’m not just going to give you this information for free.”

“People are dying,” Wynonna reminded him.

Bobo rolled his eyes.

“What do you want?”

He ran his hand through perfectly styled hair, then let his head fall to the side. “You always come in here playing bad cop, flashing your guns, trying to force me into things.” He puffed his coat up before settling back into his seat with a shit-eating grin. “Not once have any of you ever tried to sweet talk me. Butter me up. I’m a little bit insulted, to be honest. Whatever happened to a good old-fashioned seduction, to get a guy to start talking?” He slid his hand up the inside of his own leg. “There’s more than one way to shake a man down.”

Wynonna’s response was immediate, and pithy. “Eew.”

I felt movement to my right and angled my gun higher at that revenant that who was still creeping closer. The bastard actually winked at me.

So I wasn’t looking at Bobo when he uttered his next words, though they seemed to curl in the air around me. “Not you, Wynonna. I’ll tell you everything that you need to catch this guy, if I get an hour in my trailer with her.”

There was no one else female in our posse but me. I whipped my head back to Bobo, gun falling to my side in shock. That damned stick was out of his mouth and pointed directly at my chest. The way he looked at me, like some kind of raptor about to strike, positively rooted me to the ground.

“In your dreams, asshole,” Wynonna answered him for me.

“You asked me what I want,” he replied, that rough voice all low and even, without ever taking his hooded eyes off of me. They positively glittered in anticipation.

Despite my good sense, that look set off a wave of arousal so sudden and intense that I almost staggered. I had tried not to think about Bobo like this. He was the enemy. But there had been plenty of evenings all by my lonesome that I had utterly failed to stop imagining him looking at me like this, and what might come next. He licked his lips, then a smile tugged at his mouth as I visibly shuddered.

“Ask for something else,” Dolls insisted.

Wynonna started speaking too, and maybe Doc as well, but I tuned them out as I made my decision. “I’ll do it.”

“What?” Doc rounded on me with an incredulous face. “Don’t you play his game.”

Wynonna stepped in front of me, blocking my view of Bobo and his triumphant grin. “We’ll find another way. You don’t have to do this.”

“We’re already out of ‘other ways.’ That’s why we took the enormous risk of coming up to Bobo’s territory in the first place.”

“No,” she said, brow creasing as she shook her head.

“You said it yourself, Wynonna, people are dying. We have to stop that psycho revenant fast, before he finds more victims.” I holstered my gun, and took a deep breath to calm my spiraling nerves. “If this is what it takes to save people, then it’s worth it to me.” I would never confess to her that I had already been thinking about doing this exact thing, and for no good reason at all.

“But… it’s Bobo.”

I was already stepping past her, and turned my head so she couldn’t see that my face did not match her own revulsion at the price.

Bobo Del Rey stood up to receive me, filling my vision with fur and smoke and the devilish angles of his face. He held his hand out, fingers splayed, palm up. I felt a shock when I took it, like somehow my fate had just been sealed.

His cool fingers closed around mine, and then he pulled me abruptly up against his body. My palm hit his torso just to steady myself. The slab of his abs was like a brick wall under his musky clothes. “It looks like we have a deal,” he announced, and his big hand slid down my back, along my waist, and then curled right over my ass for everyone to see. Heat rose through my entire body and I buried the flush of my face in his shoulder. He smelled like campfire, tobacco, and sin. He spanked me, a sharp crack that made me glad I was already holding on to him, and I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning.

“I swear upon all that is holy—” Doc started growling.

“Don’t you hurt her, Bobo Del Rey,” Wynonna shouted after us as he ushered me toward his trailer. “She says stop, you stop.”

“One hour,” he reiterated, without looking back.

“And then I’m coming in with Peacemaker blazing. If you’re even one minute late letting her out of there.”

“You do that, you might wanna cover your eyes, Earp. Might not want the image of my bare ass burned onto your brain.” Bobo tossed his head to make eye contact with her. “Or maybe you do. I might have enough left to give you a turn after her.”

Wynonna made another disgusted noise. “You scream if you need me to come in and stop him, baby,” she said to me. “I’m fine with breaking this deal early. We’ll think of something else.”

“I’ll be fine,” I called over my shoulder at her as Bobo pulled me along, faster now. Wynonna looked like she could barely conscience letting me do this. I gave her a weak smile. “I’m a big girl, I can handle a little bit of fun.” I let my hand drift over the back of Bobo’s coat, trying to reassure her I was ok with this without embarrassing myself, and her, with the true face of my lust for this man. But Bobo gave my ass a good squeeze right at that moment, the kind that brushes up between a lady’s legs and promises so much more. Wynonna must have seen enough of how that made me feel, because she blanched and backed away a step.

“You might not want to listen too closely,” Bobo suggested to Wynonna as he ushered my red-faced self up the steps of his trailer, “I don’t think you’re going to hear the kind of screams that mean she wants you to interrupt.”

And for once, the woman was too speechless to have the last word as Bobo shut the door of the trailer on her.

The space inside was tiny and cluttered. A counter that seemed to double as the kitchen table, a little sink and storage space, and then the bed, sheets mussed from sleep, taking up what felt like the whole back half of the unit. Nothing deluxe about the boss’s trailer. Suddenly intimidated by the intimacy of what I had impulsively agreed to, I squeezed myself into a corner at the front and let Bobo pass me as he made his way deeper inside his little home.

I was almost surprised he had let go of me, after that eager display he had made for everyone outside. I wrapped my arms tightly around my own middle as I watched Bobo take off his coat and slip it into the closet. His black undershirt was tight, the short sleeves sculpting the edges of the well-developed arm muscles it revealed. He let out a soft sigh, the picture of a man getting comfortable in his own home, and said nothing to me. He picked up a pack of cigarettes, shook it, and pulled one out with his mouth. Then he sat down hard on the edge of his bed, bouncing it a little as he finally looked up at me with a cheeky grin.

“Smoke?” he asked, as he held a lighter to his own and sparked it up.

I shook my head ‘no,’ and felt my excitement crashing down as I watched Bobo close his eyes and enjoy his cigarette the way I had thought he would already be enjoying me.

“So what is this really about?” I asked, trying to sound tough, keep any emotion out of my voice. “If you’re not going to ravish me.”

His eyes flitted back up to mine from under his heavy brows. “Disappointed that I’m not?”

“Of course not,” I said, too fast.

“You agreed to my terms quite quickly.”

I shifted a little out of the defensive posture I had adopted, leaning against the counter with both hands gripping the edges. “Anything to help the team.”

“So you only agreed to let me put my hands on you, for Wynonna. For Black Badge. For loyalty.” With every word, he leaned a little bit closer.

I resisted the urge to pull my jacket around me tighter. I couldn’t quite bring myself to act seductively toward him, but I didn’t want to close that door, either… “Aren’t those good reasons?”

“Oh, they’re the best reasons,” Bobo said, voice dripping with condescension. He set his cigarette into the ashtray by the bed and stood up. Even without the giant coat, his presence filled the tiny space. “Just wondering if they’re the only ones.” He took a step toward me, and I saw his eyes start to sparkle with mischief. “For loyalty, for The Cause, these are the reasons you’re gonna let me have my way with you?”

My body positively vibrated from the competing urges to both recoil and to throw myself right into his arms.

He took another step, hands sliding along the cabinets hung on either side of the trailer, closing in the space around us. “Because you’re such a good person, you’re gonna take your clothes off for the private pleasure of a demon revenant?”

He couldn’t just let this be easy. He had to force me to think this hard about what I was doing here? Why?

He loomed over me, bringing his body so close that I could fall against him if I let my rigid and conflicted self relax even a little. “Because you’re such a good girl,” he went on, voice dropping lower now that our faces were only inches apart, “you’re gonna let me touch that pretty pussy of yours, hm?”

Said pussy was suddenly throbbing.

But all Bobo did was reach up and slide his thumb into the open top of my jacket, toying with the barest idea of taking it off of me. His lips hovered over mine as he kept talking. “Even let me lick it?”

I held my breath so that I wouldn’t groan.

Bobo tilted his head like he might kiss me, then brushed his lips over my cheek to murmur in my ear instead. “Or maybe it’s not really for any of those reasons. Maybe it’s because you’ve already been dreaming about me doing all those things to you anyway.”

My breath escaped me. “You can read minds, too?”

He laughed, husky and low in my ear. “Girl, it doesn’t take a mind-reader to understand the way that you look at me.”

He knew. All of this, he was just playing with me. My hands went up to his chest almost of their own accord, fingers splaying over the pecs straining under the soft cotton shirt. “I can’t want you,” I said, voice coming out weak. “You’re the enemy.”

“Of course,” Bobo agreed, taking that mocking, condescending tone again. “It’s ok today, because you’re doing this under duress.” His nose brushed my cheek, pushing my head to the side, opening my throat to him. His fingers closed around my waist, pulling my hips into his. “It’s the best kind of excuse. You can wait to face the hard truths tomorrow. When you’re sneaking out at night to come lay with me again.” He rubbed the unmistakeable bulge in his pants against the crease between my belly and leg.

I made a noise that sounded like a yelp, a weak, guilty little thing that showed exactly how thin my resistance had gotten.

His voice was a rumble that tickled my skin. “Shall we begin?”

Bobo’s lips closed over the sensitive skin just underneath my ear, nipping firmly and then applying a suction that had me worried about marks almost immediately. But, it wasn’t like everyone that mattered didn’t already know exactly what was supposed to be happening in here….and if hickeys were the worst thing I escaped with, I should probably count myself lucky.

He worked over my whole throat and the tension of my body melted in slow stages, like a glacier unfreezing. Especially when he reached around to knead my ass in both hands, helping the rigid resistance of my muscles work itself out.

He lifted his head from my neck, his pupils blown wide and his lips red from rubbing across my skin. I knew my face had gone slack and dreamy when he traced his finger along the edge of my open mouth.

“I want to unwrap my present.” He brought his hands to the front of my jacket and ripped the zipper down, then pushed it roughly off my shoulders. He stared down at the bit of cleavage that the v-neck of my shirt showed.

I shivered.

“Though, actually…” He looked into my eyes, his bottom lip pouting out. “I meant it when I said before that I’m hurt, that none of you have ever tried to seduce me for what you want.” He backed away with a little smirk twisting his devilish face. “So I want to see your best effort at it. Strip for me.” He sat down on his bed and picked up his cigarette, half-burned down as it was. His lithe fingers tapped the long ash off before bringing it to his lips for another puff. Smoke curled between us as he leaned back on his elbow, staring up at me over spread legs. “If you want that information,” he ran his hand lewdly over his bulging crotch, “if you want this cock, then give me a show.”

My face went red, and it seemed for a moment that my legs wouldn’t work. I didn’t know what to do, certain that whatever I did, I was about to look really stupid. My hands balled up in the hem of my shirt and I paused. I leaned forward, stretching my top down so that the neckline would gape and Bobo could get a good look at my assets, but I had to turn my head away from watching his reaction.

“Ooh, the bashful act,” he teased. “Very sexy. Go ahead, pop that shirt off like you’re so innocent, like you’re not the kind of girl that ever does this sort of thing.”

I bit my lip and glanced at him. He was still leaning back across his bed, finishing off his cigarette, but he flashed me a grin when he caught my eye that he must have learned from the Devil himself. I rode the wave of butterflies he set loose in my gut, crossing my arms and whipping my shirt off as gracefully as I knew how.

My first impulse was to hide myself with my arms; they hovered tight against my torso for a moment before I forced my hands to lower down to my sides. Bobo gave a low whistle before I dared to look up at him.

“I knew you had a hot, tight little body under there. Shimmy on out of those pants and come over here.”

I flicked the button of my jeans open before I hesitated, watching the way his sharp teeth flashed. Sure, Bobo turned me on, but Wynonna’s fears probably weren’t fully misplaced. “You’re not going to do anything that hurts me, right?”

“Are you sure you’re not into that?” Bobo countered, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and curling his head up to assess me in that sly way he had. “You’re the one lusting after the big, bad revenant.”

I balked at the reminder of how much time this man had spent in literal Hell, and what tastes he might have picked up while he was there. I shook my head. “Not into torture.”

“Ok,” Bobo said, sitting up with a smile, “I’ll only bite a little.” His fingers danced along the rumpled covers and then he patted the spot next to him. I stepped forward, but he shook his head. “Take off the rest.”

I hooked my thumbs into my pants and slung the waistband low, teasing just a little. It was mostly to distract him from watching how awkward it was to kick my boots off. I dropped the zipper and then turned around, pressing my ass out in a wide circle before starting to slide my jeans down.

“Oh, the girl does have some moves!”

I bent at the waist to pull the stiff fabric the rest of the way down, blushing again to think of the little strip of dark cotton I was giving Bobo a good view of between my thighs. The only thing protecting my most intimate bits from his ravenous gaze.

I tossed a brave look over my shoulder as I straightened back up. Bobo was chewing on his thumb, eyes riveted to my hindquarters. I turned to face him, and hesitated again.

“Do you want me to take the rest off for you?”

I actually whimpered at the offer, nodding quickly. I don’t know where my bravery went, but Bobo was turning me to mush and he had barely even touched me yet.

With coaxing hands, he guided me to come stand between his spread knees. Cool fingertips traced up my sides, then over the cups of my bra. His face was so close that I could feel his breath across my skin. “Bounce,” he said, as he stared at my tits.

“What?”

“Bounce for me,” he clarified, and there wasn’t really anything else he could mean. I pressed onto my bare toes and bounced up and down a few times, loosening my body so that the movement would make my tits jiggle as much as possible.

“Oh, yes,” he crooned his approval, “we are leaving this on.” He traced his fingers appreciatively over the bottom band of the bra that apparently offered my breasts up for maximum performance before sliding both hands down to my hips. His fingers curled deftly and in one swift move, he had my panties falling around my ankles.

His mouth didn’t go where I thought it would. Bobo leaned in and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to my stomach, arms wrapping around me tight as he gnawed and sucked at my tender belly as eagerly as he had earlier gone for my throat. His choice of attack points made him feel more like a predator than a lover. A thrill ran through me at the comparison, and he only clamped down harder when I squirmed.

I think I heard him snarl as he pulled me sideways onto the bed. The wrenching twist had me grabbing around his neck for support as I landed on my back, Bobo moving quick to cover me with a knee between my bare legs. I let my hands stay there, softly gripping the shaved sides of his head as he leaned in to worry at my chest with soft lips and nipping teeth.

When Bobo got up to my jaw he paused, pulling back to study my face. He was looking for something, but I did not dare to even guess what he wanted to see. I wondered if my face was as wild and flushed as his. I leaned up and kissed him just to make him stop looking.

Bobo made a surprised little noise, kissing me back almost sweetly for a moment. Then he growled and pressed me down into the mattress, thrusting his tongue past my lips to make that kiss as lewd and invasive as possible. It was all I could do to keep breathing and try to meet him force for force, so I wouldn’t be smothered.

His hands slid down my chest, squeezing and teasing at my breasts through the thin fabric of the bra he had decided not to remove. Every pinch sent a jolt through my body, a white-hot line of lightning striking straight for the aching between my thighs. It wasn’t long before I was a squirming mess underneath him, moaning into his mouth and rubbing my desperate sex against the thickness of the leg that pinned me down.

When Bobo’s hand finally came down to slide between my legs, I threw my head back and cried “Oh, yes!” before remembering the rest of the gang was likely to be waiting outside by the windows, listening for the signs of struggle they expected to hear. I clapped one hand over my mouth, and Bobo chuckled richly into the skin above my breast.

He slid one finger between my folds, the ease with which he passed showing both of us how wet he had already made me. “Go ahead,” he said, pushing that finger deeper, exploring, “let them hear how I’m making you feel.” He bit the soft flesh emerging above the cup of my bra, hard enough to make me yelp. “Give those busybodies a good show.”

I arched my back and sucked in my breath as Bobo found my clit, zeroing in with quick little circles that flooded my whole body with hot, rich pleasure. I kept my hand clamped firmly over my own mouth. I wanted to enjoy this without thinking about who was listening.

But Bobo didn’t want to forget. Perhaps that was even the whole point of this. “Stubborn,” he complained, and increased the intensity of that damned finger. But he was right, I am stubborn. I gasped another deep breath and then groaned deep into the crease of my own elbow to muffle the sound.

Bobo ripped my arm away from my face, then his fingers left my cunt to grab at the other arm before I could fight back. I caught one glimpse of the wild passion in his eyes before he lowered his head between my legs, pulling my arms straight against my sides as he positioned himself to resume his work with his tongue while this time holding me completely helpless.

I was able to stay strong, at first. I bent my knees and tried to close my legs together, but Bobo’s head was already in the way and all I did was force his hot mouth against the flesh of my inner thigh. He bit me hard enough to make me pull my leg back, which gave him enough room to get solidly into place. I felt his breath over the wetness between my thighs and lost my will to resist.

I settled my legs across his shoulders as Bobo licked softly over my most tender places. I hadn’t expected the brute to be so gentle, and while the back of my mind was screaming that it must be some kind of trick, I couldn’t help but relax and open to his delicious coaxing. His tongue swirled and I sighed, a soft vocalization that I could not hide. It earned me a rumbling purr in response, and Bobo started to press harder, invading me deeper.

The intensity of his sucking caresses ramped up steadily, until I was thrashing and moaning with desperate need. Both his hand were still clamped around my wrists, pinning my arms to my sides so that I couldn’t get away, and couldn’t mute the sounds he was forcing from my throat.

He switched his attention squarely onto my clit, making me squeal with a noise that I just could not control as I felt the telltale signs of an incredible orgasm rising up from deep in my core.

He stopped – just when I felt that I was close to breaking. “Tell me how much you want me.”

I screeched between my teeth in frustration, lifting my head to glare down at the man that held me pinned to the bed. “Fucker,” I said instead.

Bobo only lifted an eyebrow. “Say it nicer.”

“Don’t fucking stop,” I countered, lifting my hips toward him.

Bobo’s notched brow lifted, then he rewarded my neediness by giving my clit another kitten lick, eyes locked to mine the whole time.

“More,” I groaned. “Don’t stop.” I said it loud; I knew that was what he really wanted.

“Keep telling me, and I’ll keep giving it to you,” he promised with a wicked grin, then covered my sex with his mouth again.

“Ugh,” I groaned out, finally propelled to shamelessness. “Right there, Bobo. Don’t stop.” I made it loud and dramatic for him.

He sucked at me, then started batting his tongue back and forth across my clit. Going in for the kill.

I could have been embarrassed at the hitched, panting little cries I started making then, but I was too far gone to care. “Don’t – stop – don’t – stop” I chanted when I could, just in case Bobo didn’t think I was talking enough, just to make sure he wouldn’t pull that magic tongue away from me again. Fireworks were going off behind my eyes and everything else was turning to jelly. “Eeeeee!” I screamed through my teeth as the orgasm finally crested, making me feel like I was tumbling in riptide in the warmest ocean.

Bobo sucked me until my legs started shaking, until I squealed for him one more time and went back to trying to push him away. He stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of one flamboyantly-decorated hand, and grinned down at me.

His other hand went to his belt.

“Are we going to fuck now?” I said once I caught my breath, looking up at him from between legs still spread wide for him.

Bobo’s face twisted. “Hey, I’m an old-fashioned guy.” He put one knee on the bed beside me. “I’m not going all the way on the first date.” He loomed over me, surveying my sweaty, panting self laying sprawled out at the edge of his bed. “You’re quite beautiful when you’re a mess. I think I’d like to make you messier.” His palm swiped along his evident erection on his way up to undoing his pants. When he moved his hips closer to my face, I realized what he meant to do.

Bobo pulled his cock out of his pants just a few inches from my face. He started pumping it immediately, groaning softly as his fist pistoned up and down.

I tried to stop myself, but I was just too curious. My hand came up and wrapped around the velvety-soft tip of him. Bobo preened and relinquished himself into my grip.

It was only fair to return the favor, after he had given me such careful attention. I ran my loose fist up and down his length, smiling at the way that made him shudder and sigh and lean closer to me.

I tugged him toward my lips, and earned another of those soft groans when I ran my tongue across his tip. His eyelids fluttered, then he took hold himself at the base and pressed closer. “You really are a good girl, aren’t you?” he rumbled. “Suck me, then.”

I let my jaw open, wide enough for Bobo to stick his cock in almost to the back of my tongue. I closed my lips around him and sucked, hoping this was how he liked it. My cheeks reddened when I realized that this right here was not a necessary part of the deal. I could have just laid there and let him come on me as he intended, and we probably would have gotten the same amount of answers out of the bastard.

This right here, this was all me.

Bobo kept making lovely, straining sounds as he dipped himself up and down across my tongue. His grunts increased the deeper I took him in, one hand still wrapped around his own root while the other now splayed across my face as he looked down at me with intense, unreadable eyes.

He removed his cock from my mouth abruptly, and pushed my hand away so that he was the only one running fingers frantically up and down his length. He tipped my face just how he wanted it and uttered one guttural command. “Mouth open.”

I parted my lips, pressing my tongue prettily between my teeth. Just in time to catch the first hot drops that Bobo sprayed across my face. I closed my eyes quickly, but otherwise tried not to flinch as he groaned and released long stripes of warm cum over my cheeks and forehead.

He panted over me, still holding my head while he came down from it. I cracked one eye open, the only clean one, and got a brief glimpse of the bliss on the monster’s face before he saw me looking.

His fingers tightened around my scalp, and he covered over that pure moment with an arrogant smirk. His gaze traced over my messy face. “This is a good look for you.”

“Well drink it in,” I snapped at him, reality settling back in now that all the orgasms were done, “because it’s not something you’re going to see again.”

Bobo only leered at me. “Is that what you think.”

I pushed him away. As soon as I sat up, his cum started sliding down my jaw at an alarming rate, and I launched myself at the trailer’s little sink before things could get any messier. I ignored the sounds of him moving behind me as I tried to wash the spunk off as fast as I could. Not that that experience wasn’t hot as hell but… my pride was rapidly catching back up with me. The water was uncomfortably cold, and it felt like it was bringing me back to my senses.

To dry my face, I grabbed the closest bit of cloth my flailing hand contacted. By the smell that filled my nostrils after I had already dragged it over my cheeks, it was one of Bobo’s used undershirts. I thrilled at the intimacy even as my better self tried to rebel.

Bobo was laughing silently at me from the bed when I finally lifted my head from his sink. I ignored him and stalked over to the little pile I had left all my clothes in, snatching my panties up on the way there. “Is that it?” I asked after I got my pants back on. “Are we done?”

“You don’t want to cuddle?”

I ignored the temptation of his recumbent form and gave him the flattest look I could muster. “Just tell me where we can find the guy.”

Bobo opened his arms wide. Stubborn as me. I sighed and laid down against him, pressing my back into his chest and accepting the grip of his arms over the top of mine. I had to admit that I liked the spicy tobacco scent of him, and the way his voice vibrated through my ribs as he told me exactly what we had come here looking for.

I was paying attention, I really was, but I was also daydreaming about what it would be like to come to this trailer again, now that Bobo had made me relax against him, his fingers idly playing with my hair, then the hem of the sleeve on my shirt. Would he hold me this close next time, if he didn’t have a reason to fuck with me? If I showed up here with no pretenses and no agenda other than pressing our bodies together again?

I doubted it.

As soon as he had finished describing the location of our target, and the best time to find him there, I twisted myself out of Bobo’s arms. I tried to give him no indication of the content of my thoughts.

“Make sure you bring something silver,” Bobo called after me as I approached the door. “It will neutralize his powers.”

I looked back at the note of concern I imagined in his voice, but he was only staring at my ass. I turned my hips toward the door and stuck out my middle finger at him.

“Come find me when you’re done,” he suggested with a tilt of his head. “I love a good story. Tell me all about how it went down.” His fingers splayed out in the air toward me. His movements were almost… sloppy. Like our encounter had relaxed him as much as a triple shot of whiskey.

“Bye, Bobo,” I said, refusing to give him any indication of my intentions. But watching his long fingers curl had me thinking about how he had barely even penetrated me, earlier. There was so much more that he could probably do.

That same promise seemed to be mirrored in his eyes just before I finally tore myself away from him, descending the steps out of the trailer and into the blinding afternoon sun.

Wynonna, Doc, and Dolls were all still there, surveying me anxiously as I re-emerged. When I appeared to be calm and unscathed, Wynonna’s wide smile broke out in pure relief. “Couldn’t quite make it the whole hour, huh Bobo?” she shouted into the trailer behind me.

She laughed hard, but Doc didn’t join her. His eyes were riveted to a spot just above my forehead. He pulled a hanky from his pocket just as I stepped up to the group of them, sporting a sheepish, reassuring smile. He pointed to the same spot on his own head and then handed the cloth to me.

Shame dropped my heart somewhere near the center of the earth. Something squished under that hanky when I pressed it to my hairline, and I knew what kind of milky white substance would be on it when I finished wiping.

Wynonna stopped laughing, and Doc declined to take his hanky back.

I took a deep breath, and turned to Dolls with the handkerchief scrunched up between my fingers. “Could Black Badge do anything with a DNA sample?”

 Tags: @that-was-not-supposed-to-happen, @writingfromasgard

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Keep Your Enemies Close - Bobo Del Rey Imagine

Fandom: Wynonna Earp  Rating: Explicit (don’t interact if you’re not over 18 please) Tags: dubcon, trapped in a small space, enemies to lovers

Requested by @that-was-not-supposed-to-happen, prompt line in bold. 

Worst. Decision. Ever. How is it, that when a literal demon from hell comes stalking through Shorty’s, looking to suck the souls of anyone it can grab, I end up choosing the same hiding place as my worst enemy?

“I haven’t heard anything in a few minutes,” I say softly to the big man in the even bigger coat, who is taking up most of the space in the broom closet we have accidentally chosen to share. “I’m going out.”

“Risky,” Bobo del Rey rasps, his mouth only a few inches above my ear.

“Well I’m not staying in here with you.”

“I can assure you that you are safe here… with me.” He puts on his trademark leer and I roll my eyes. Even if some glint in his smile makes me imagine things that set my pussy aching. Wrong time, wrong place, definitely wrong guy. “And I am not letting you open that door,” he continues, settling himself more firmly between me and the handle. “That thing out there has exceptional hearing. One squealing hinge, or particularly loud stomp from those ridiculous boots of yours—”

“You want to talk to me about ridiculous fashion!” I interject.

Bobo cuts me off with his hand splayed wide, his third and fourth fingertips landing on my lips to shush me. “We can’t make any noise,” he whispers. His eyes track quickly over my face in the dim light seeping around the edges of the door.

It’s rare to see him look nervous. That alone scares me enough to shut up, though I jerk away from his hand.

The back of my head contacts something hard, and I hear scraping wood.

“Shit,” Bobo hisses, and reaches out to grab something behind me.

I turn to see that what I had bumped is an assortment of precariously-stacked mops and brooms, which Bobo had narrowly caught before they clattered to the floor.

“Not a lot of room to maneuver in here,” he growls down at me. “You had better stay still.”

I lean away from the jumble of handles as Bobo sets them back against the wall over my shoulder. Which means I’m leaning closer in to him, the brushing of our bodies inevitable. The spicy, heady musk of him fills my nostrils, and there’s no way for me to get further away.

I examine the white patch in his beard, the matching interruption in his brow. I suppose as far as faces one could be stuck having to look at, his is at least an interesting one. My gaze flits to his eyes and I see that he is looking at me too. It’s awkward as fuck. I’m used to only staring at Bobo down the barrel of a gun. Now we’re in here, what, saving each other’s asses?

“How long do we have to wait here?” I ask.

“Until someone sounds the all-clear, I suppose.” His hand goes up in some vague gesture above his head, the movement rocking his body against mine again. The twitchy bastard can’t seem to stop talking with his hands, even in these tight quarters.

I dig my phone out of my pocket to check the time, then realize that I’d better turn it to silent mode before some clueless communication tips off the monster out there. “You’d better turn yours off too,” I say softly.

“Don’t have one.”

I look up at him skeptically. “You really are a man out of time, aren’t you?”

Bobo del Rey tips an imaginary hat at me.

Stuck in broom closet at Shorty’s – I type in a text to Wynonna –You take care of the monster yet?

“Don’t forget to tell her who you’re with,” Bobo breathes in my ear. There’s not really a way to hide my screen from him. Instead, I cover his view briefly with my middle finger. “Fuck you.”

“Now there’s an idea,” he taunts.

I pull back the last inch I had left to get away from him.

My screen lights up, indicating Wynonna has texted me back. Still being handled – stay put.

I slump. The fuck are we supposed to do now?

Bobo’s spindly fingers dance over my shoulder. I shrug him off without looking up. I try to browse Instagram on my phone, distract myself while we wait, but the signal is shitty back here and nothing new will load. I shove my phone back in my pocket in frustration.

Bobo’s fingers slide up the curve of my back.

“What are you doing?”

“Distracting myself.” His hand finds the clasp of my bra, and in one precise motion he unhooks it through my shirt.

“What the fuck!” I swear, feeling my breasts falling heavier, nipples hardening in their new extra space.

“You keep brushing your tits against me,” Bobo complains. “What else am I supposed to think about?”

“I don’t know, not getting your soul sucked out by a hell demon?”

Bobo only shrugs. “This is how I cope.”

I know I should stop him, but when his hands creep under my shirt, and he nuzzles his surprisingly-soft beard into the crook of my neck, I can’t think of a better way to pass the time either. All I can do to keep my pride is to pretend I’m not really into it.

Bobo’s fingertips slide around my sides, underneath my shirt. I try to control my breathing as I wonder how fast and how far he’s going to go. He draws circles around my flanks, like he’s giving me one last chance to complain, then his hands span each side of my ribcage as his thumbs slide under the loosened cups of my bra and make contact with the bottom of my tits.

I close my eyes and exhale as softly as I can, as heat rushes to my core. Bobo’s thumbs slide back and forth, every movement stoking that fire until I wish I had something to lean against. But that would just be a sign of weakness.

The first time his thumbs loop up to brush across my stiffened nipples, a mewl escapes my lips. Bobo’s face moves in front of mine, like somehow he can catch the sound waves before they get too far. “Hush, can’t make a sound, remember?” His tone is teasing, but that can’t be right. Isn’t he just as scared as I am? His open lips ghosts over mine. “I can cover your mouth if you need it,” he offers. “I don’t kiss and tell.”

I draw my neck up, pulling my lips a fraction away from his. “I’m fine,” I decline. “I hope this distraction is working for you. I don’t need any help.”

“Is that all this is,” Bobo rumbles. His fingers come up, capturing both my nipples in a firm pinch. “Just a little something for me.” He tugs down, both at once, and I swallow a yelp. “You’re not getting anything out of this.”

“Nope,” I say quickly, though the lie is obvious in my querulous tone.

Bobo grins a shark’s smile, head cocked right in front of my face. “Well if that’s the case, honey, then I’ve got something in my pants you can use your two hands on. That’d really help me out.”

“I’m not touching you.”

“Oh. Is that how you’re gonna play it.” Bobo squeezes my nipples again, lighter this time, massaging in a rhythmic pattern that finally makes me lean forward against him, just a little, needing the support. My hands press against the tight board of his abs, and I try to ignore the tantalizing urge to explore his body more.

He gives my ear a quick nibble, then pushes my shirt and useless bra up all the way to my collarbones. He gives a deep, masculine growl at the sight of my exposed chest, then leans in to lick across one breast, then the other.

I don’t even know how long he spends sucking on them, only that he does it until I can barely stop myself from squirming, until two white-hot lines of passion are drawing straight from my nipples to my throbbing cunt. I can’t give him the satisfaction of showing how much I need him down there. I would never fuck Bobo del Rey, and thank god this broom closet is too small for him to even be able to try without my help. Even with my help, I’m sure we wouldn’t be able to pull it off without making a heck of a lot of noise.

So I’m safe, relatively. It lets me feel free to allow him to keep making me feel so goddamned good, to let him play with my body as he wishes… knowing he could only take it so far. I can feel his erection straining through his pants every time he moves against me. It feels great to know how much he wants me, and how easily I can deny him.

Bobo’s hand slides down my belly, and pops open the button on my jeans. I breathe out in a burst, at this point only trying to suppress my desire to pant wildly for him. “No harm in a little heavy petting, right?”

No harm indeed. I do nothing to stop him from opening my pants as far as they will go and shoving his hand down inside my panties.

He purrs out a satisfied little noise against my ear as his finger runs straight down my slit, barely even parting my folds. “I knew you’d be this wet for me.”

I can’t even be embarrassed, not when his finger slides so sweet and easy past my last defenses, touching me exactly where I’ve been aching for it. He sinks in to the knuckle, and I only barely stop myself from moaning his name.

He gathers up my arms with his other hand, sweeping them behind my back and holding them there in a way that makes me arch my back and lean one shoulder into his chest. I’m bare to his eye from tits to cunt, my posture opened to give him the best possible view in this dim little room. The rush of his breath hardens my nipples all over again, and two fingers are now pulsing rhythmically inside me.

“You’re gonna give me everything, aren’t you.”

I shake my head, even as I bear down harder on his penetrating digits. “I’m never going to let you fuck me, Bobo. But I bet you wish I would.”

“Mmmmm you know I do,” he murmurs into my ear. “I can feel how tight and slick this pussy is. I’ve got some tricks with my fingers,” he makes some swirling motion that makes me bite my tongue to stop from calling out, “but can you imagine how much better it will feel with my cock in there? So much longer, and thicker…” He leans in and pumps as aggressively as he can manage with my legs still together.

“You gonna make me cum, Bobo?” I challenge, feeling the potential for orgasm sweeping up my whole body already.

He cocks his head to the side as I look up at him through my hair. “I’m not sure if that would be a good idea,” he teases. “We are supposed to be keeping quiet. And I have a feeling that you,” he presses his steely eyes closer to mine, “are a screamer.”

“Didn’t you offer to cover my mouth?”

The corner of Bobo’s lip tugs up in a smile. “That I did.” He leans down and presses a ferocious kiss to my mouth, tongue parting and invading me almost immediately. I answer eagerly with my own tongue, too far gone now to pretend I still don’t care, and he scrapes down it with his teeth. Bobo’s kiss is devouring, and all the while he’s rubbing against my clit, still curling his fingertips tight inside my body.

The kissing doesn’t last long. Bobo maneuvers me suddenly so that my back is against his front, fingers still buried in me. “The things I want to do to you…” he growls against the skin of my neck. “There’s no way you would be able to keep from screaming.”

I had almost forgotten this was a demon revenant with his hands all over me.

“But they’ll be worth it,” he promises, shifting his pumping fingers into a toe-curling angle, and wrapping his other hand squarely across my mouth, making me lean against his chest to stay balanced. “You come see me again, you’ll cry and you’ll scream, but I’ll make you feel like this, too.” He licks along the edge of my jaw. “At least four more times.” Then he pumps into just the right spot to make that mind-numbing crest of orgasm start to blaze.

I do want to scream when it hits me, my body seizing up around his wicked fingers and almost trying to reject the pleasure at the same time that I finally succumb to it. I keep the volume as low as I’m able, and Bobo’s big hand wrapped across my mouth muffles the rest to something that probably won’t attract any unwanted attention. Bobo holds on as all the subsequent waves hit me, my body milking the fingers he has buried as deep inside as he’s able, the heel of his hand still rocking against my clit and forcing every last bit of pleasure out of me as I pant and shake.

When I’m coming down I keep my back leaning against him, the fur of his ridiculous coat tickling my cheek as I catch my breath, languid in my afterglow. He removes his hand from my mouth in favor of stroking knuckles along my cheek. “That was beautiful,” Bobo praises, and something in his tone feels just a little too awed, a little too real. I’m not ready to think of Bobo del Rey as a person, more than just a monster that I had allowed to use me just this one time.

So I pull my shirt back down hastily, balancing onto my own two feet, though his hands stay on my hips as I try to break contact.

Not a moment too soon. A few brisk steps sound in the hallway, and then the door is yanked open, light streaming in. Bobo’s back is to the door, and I have to thank the enormous coat now, because it blocks my situation from Wynonna’s view. I know it’s Wynonna that opened the door, because she immediately curses at the sight of that brown fur and sputters, “Bobo?”

I button my pants quickly as he smirks down at me, trying to catch my eye for a final goodbye. Instead, I push past him. “I’m here, Wynonna. Safe and sound.”

She’s standing in the hallway with Peacemaker in both hands, Waverly standing a pace behind her. Her brows are drawn so high they almost reach her hairline. “What are you doing in there with him?” Wynonna even grabs my elbow and pulls me a little behind her as Bobo del Rey emerges fully from the broom closet behind me.

I scowl over her shoulder. “He picked the same hiding place as me.”

“Well.” Wynonna’s clearly not sure what to say, thrown off by the unexpected sight of her usual enemy in such close quarters.

Bobo doffs his hand in front of his face, giving her a mocking little bow. “And I thank you for the rescue today, Earp.”

Wynonna just scowls at him, and starts to walk away. “I’ll deal with you another time. I’m going to find a way to get Shorty’s out of your hands,” she promises.

“Of course you are,” Bobo says, voice dripping with condescension. Then his eyes rivet onto my face. “As promised, I got you through it, safe and sound.”

I strike a disaffected pose, showing off for Wynonna and Waverly, even as my limbs still have a slight tremble from the powerful orgasm this man had just given me. “Oh yeah, you’re great in a crisis, Bobo.”

Wynonna is already pulling me away.

Bobo smirks after me. “Maybe you'll let me buy you an ice cream some time.”

I wave a noncommittal hand at him, as Wynonna screws up her face and turns to me. “What?”

I shrug as we turn the corner back into the main room of Shorty’s. “He thinks we're friends now.”

Waverly quickens her step to come up to my other side. I feel her hand brush up across my back, unimpeded. “Hey, is your bra unhooked?”

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Sleepover

Fandom: Wynonna Earp Characters: Bobo Del Rey x Female OC Rating: M Tags: nightmares, PTSD, hurt/comfort

Something strikes my shoulder, waking me from a sleep so deep that I can’t move for a moment. I’m not even sure where I am, but sheets are twisted around my bare legs, and the air is warm and humid.

A growl emanates from the bed behind me.

In a flash, it comes back to me – that smell of old wood and stale smoke is Bobo Del Rey’s trailer, and I’m caught up in the same sheets as the man himself.

I don’t have time to ponder the shitty decision tree that ended in a sleepover with the most feared revenant in the Ghost River Triangle, because he flails and hits me again, and I have to figure out what the fuck is going on at present.

I’ll admit, my first impulse is to hop out of the damn bed, but the sheets wrapped around my thighs pull tighter in that direction, and I have to turn to face him instead.

In the colorless moonlight streaming in from the high little window, I see beads of sweat on Bobo’s chest and forehead. His eyes are closed, the orbs flitting rapidly under his lids. Nightmare. He growls again, and then moans, plaintive as a lost child.

Shit.

“Bobo,” I whisper. It comes out pretty half-hearted. I’m staring at him, but I’m also trying to find the edge of the sheet with my hands so I can cover up my tits before he wakes up.

He moans again, a throaty, primal pleading, then thrashes his head. His eyelids stay sealed, but they smolder and darken. He’s going into revenant-face in his dreams.

Is it even safe for me to wake him up like this? He could be reliving any number of things that happened during his multiple stays in Hell, caught up in the cycles of the Earp curse.

Bobo makes that hopeless bleating sound again and my hand shoots out for his shoulder, giving it a firm shake.

“Bobo. You’re dreaming.” I try to make my voice sound soothing, but loud enough to wake him. I cringe as I shake him, hoping not to startle him too badly. “Bobo.”

“Who’s Bobo?” he mumbles, and then his pale eyes fly open. They scan the roof of the trailer for a half-second, then narrow in on my face. Before they can even finish focusing he rears up, grabbing my shoulders with both hands and shoving me down into the bed. “Who are you?”

I only squeak, cringing against the pillow and trying to appear as harmless as possible. If he can’t remember his own damn name, he certainly isn’t going to recognize mine.

His full weight is on me, pinning me to the bed, but his fingers loosen just a fraction and he exhales long across my cheek. I peek back up at him from under fearful brows.

He seems more lucid, staring down at me so close our noses could almost touch. As his wild eyes roam over my features, his face smooths out, maybe even going a little chagrined as he comes back to reality. He drops his forehead, a stray lock of his thoroughly-mussed hair falling between us. “You’re still here,” he says casually.

Is he about to pretend that nightmare didn’t happen? “I guess we both passed out,” I say. I glance down, where his fingers are still digging into my shoulder. “Used to waking up alone, I take it.”

He grunts, and rolls off me. He curls up on his side of the bed, and stares at me over the single pillow. “I’m not quite the sharing type.” His eyes look a little baleful. Like he meant that on more than one level.

“I get it,” I say, swallowing hard against the sudden ache in my chest. “Guess I should go. Now that we’re both awake.”

“Unless you’re up for another round, sugartits,” he smirks. But he makes no move to reach for me, and his skin is still pale as hell.

I give him a flat look. He certainly doesn’t seem like he wants to talk about it, but I can tell he’s still shaken by whatever dream he’s just suffered through. “Not really in the mood anymore.”

Bobo gives me a dismissive flap of his hand and rolls onto his back, rubbing his own forehead and staring at the ceiling. As he pointedly ignores me, he probably doesn’t realize that his face is slackening into an expression as lost as that noise that spurred me to wake him.

I finally figure out how to disentangle my legs from the sheets. Bobo doesn’t move a muscle as I turn my back to him, looking around on the floor for my clothes.

I get as far as my panties and shirt before I turn back to him. He’s got the top of the sheet balled up in his hands now, clutched to his chest. The picture of a boy afraid of what will happen if he falls back asleep.

“I could stay anyway.”

He doesn’t answer me right away. When he meets my eyes, the emotions are too complex for me to read. “Why.”

It’s hard not to be stung by the way the word whips between us. But it’s the right question. Bobo and I, we’re enemies. I should never have even let this night happen. And yet. Now it’s 2 a.m. and I’m staring at the man who touched me, stroked me, held me, in my most intimate places, who loved me up better than in my wildest imagination, and trusted me enough to fall asleep beside me. In my arms. Who now looks like he’s preparing to descend into Hell again. “No reason.” I sit down on the edge of the bed.

He huffs, and rolls away from me.

I don’t move.

“Do what you want.”

I think about my own nightmares, the way I get lost in memories of the things I’ve been through myself, here. And this is just Purgatory. I think about how hard it is to wake up from that alone. I take a long, steadying breath, and slide back in between the sheets.

Bobo’s shoulder looks immense, sticking up this close to my face. He huffs a deep breath, and for a moment thick scars appear, crisscrossing his back, the embers of revenant light glowing through. He exhales and they are gone.

I place my hand upon the breadth of his shoulder. Back and forth, I rub him softly, despite my fear that my skin will burn if those marks come back. Right now, all I want for us both is peace.

I feel him relax beneath my touch, muscle by muscle. Still he says nothing. Does he like this? Does he wish I would just stop, and let him sleep? When insecurity wins out over compassion, I pull my hand back into the empty space between us.

With a soft grunt, Bobo reaches around and returns my hand to his back.

[whenimaunicorn]

I swear this girl is going to be the face of every Bobo x Y/N now 😆🤣 you know why she's blushing

[whenimaunicorn]

You’re Fucked - Bobo Del Rey

Bobo x female Reader

Summary: The revenant boss has captured you for questioning, and the interrogation doesn’t go how he’s planned. Why do his scary torture techniques all have to be so sexy?

Warnings: Explicit, dubcon/noncon, bondage, graphic violence witnessed by Reader, torture implied and started, knife play, face slapping, flogging, rough penetrative sex. Reader is into it, but consent is definitely not negotiated.

Full fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19285501

The desperate movement of your wrists serves no purpose but to make a clanging sound, ringing through the small, dark space of wherever this basement is that Bobo Del Rey has dragged you to. He’s cuffed both of your wrists to either side of a metal gurney that looks like the kind of table they usually do autopsies on.

You’re fucked. Bobo snatched you off the street not five minutes after you finished your lunch meeting with Wynonna and Waverly at the diner. A meeting where you had been discussing all kinds of sensitive information, sharing quite a few magical secrets as you continued the plan you had been cooking up together for constricting the boundary lines that keep the revenants locked inside the Ghost River Triangle.

And you can see it in his eyes, he knows you have something he can use. Someone must have overheard at least some portion of what you’re working on, and carried the information back to the dreaded revenant boss. And the fact that you’re the one strapped to this table means he must have thought you would be the easiest target to go after.

He’d stripped you down to your underwear before cuffing you down; now you’re clad only in black panties and a camisole that doesn’t really hide the edges of a lacy bralette underneath. He had probably done it just to scare you even more, and on that front he had partially succeeded.

What he had also done, embarrassingly enough, is started to fucking turn you on, as he manhandled you out of your clothing. You’d always had a dirty little crush on Mr. Del Rey, ever since he started throwing his weight around town. He’d started by wiping the floor with a few local scumbags you’d always despised, making sure he was the only criminal element in town who had ties to the mystical realms, and earned your secret admiration in the process.

You understand that he’s evil; even if you could forget his deeds, a corrupted, tantalizing aura surrounds him wherever he goes. To the senses of a magical practitioner like you, it smells like fresh asphalt and looks like an oil slick. That’s why you’ve been helping the Earps out with this current occult solution, one that will hopefully restrict Bobo and the other revenants to such a small physical zone that they’ll be as easy for Peacemaker to pick off as fish in a barrel. You’ve already started gathering the artifacts you need to pull the spell off; at present you are very, very close to being able to control the walls that hold the revenants in.

Except that right now, none of that will help you. Right now, you’re practically naked on a slab underneath the looming presence of Bobo Del Rey, your hands chained uselessly at your sides. And as long as your wrists are encased in cold iron like this, you’ll be unable to perform even the slightest bit of magic to try and get yourself out of this mess.

And even more unfortunately, Bobo is just… the sexy kind of evil. His every effort to intimidate you is only making him more attractive to you. He puts one hand on either edge of the metal table beneath you, leaning his face in so close to your own that you can feel his breath wash warm and spiced over your mouth. “You are going to tell me everything about what you and Wynonna Earp are cooking up.” His eyes lock onto yours, ferocious and hard.

You get wetter. You lick your lips before you answer. “Or what?”

Bobo grins, the hungry smile of a demon about to feast. “Or I get to see which kinds of pain are your least favorite.”

He leans closer, and his teeth scrape your cheek. His jaw opens and he bites the flesh over your cheekbone, hard enough to sting, to maybe even break the skin.

You flinch and twist beneath him, but he holds you still with a hand around the side of your face. He licks the mark he’s made before straightening back up, chuckling at you. Again, he probably thinks he’s being really scary. But fuck, that was hot. A rush of warmth floods your body even as your cheek burns.

The rest of this is too wild for polite company, let’s head over to ao3 to finish

My other Bobo Del Rey / OC works

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[that-was-not-supposed-to-happen]

“I’m your guilty pleasure.”

In all honesty, she had half expected Bobo to throw her to the wolves and save his own ass. At least it wouldn't have come as a surprise. Him grabbing her by the arm and pulling her with him, kind of was. 

The woods got darker as they made their way in, trees growing high into the sky as they stood closely together, silently watching them descent deeper. 

She swore she could hear the monster trailing behind them, watching from the shadows but every time she turned to get a glimpse there was nothing. The uneasy feeling did not leave even though nothing had happened for a while now but maybe that had something to do with the fact that she had traded one evil for another. Yes, the thing would have ripped her to pieces but was Bobo Del Rey really a better option? Demon revenant, high class douchebag who wouldn't hesitate to snap her neck of it suited him and now they were alone in the middle of nowhere. 

"What's with the grim look? Not glad I saved your pretty little ass back there?" Bobo tilts his head, one eyebrow raised as he looks at her. There was something going through her head but he hadn't quite figured out what it was. 

" I guess I'm just wondering what you're getting out of this heroic act. " Her words were dripping with sarcasm but Bobo didn't miss the way she flinched when he stepped closer, the way she slowly backed away until her back hit a tree and trapped her on the spot. 

"Oh?" He laughs, a deep rumbling sound echoing through the woods, " You wouldn't be scared of me, kitten? " 

"Don't flatter yourself." There it was again, the false bravery. She was scared but she'd be damned if she ever admitted it to his face, " That ridiculous coat has ruined any attempts of ever threatening me. " 

He closes the distance between them, one arm leaning against the tree above her head, the other lightly tapping at her waist. She inhales a sharp breath, watching his hand moving up her body ever so slightly. Her heart begins to beat rapidly in her chest. There was only one thing she hated more than being scared of Bobo and it was the damn attraction she felt every time he got remotely close to her and this, this was definitely way too close. 

He leans in, beard brushing along her cheeks as he bites her ear lobe to draw a muffled moan from her lips, "I could make you feel so good. I bet you'd sound good screaming my name, pleading for more, begging with that sweet little voice and innocent eyes." 

She wanted to protest but all that came out was a stutter of words that wouldn't form a sentence that made any sense. Her head was spinning and in a haze. She clenched her thighs together, soothing that ache that had started to burn through her and seemed to render her a complete idiot. 

"I'm your guilty pleasure, I know." He got a smug look on his face, his fingers slowly pushing up the hem of her shirt, " But there's no one around to see, going to be our little secret. What do you say, sweetheart? " 

Her tongue darted out, licking her lip for a moment before she caught it between her teeth, intently thinking about his proposition. Where was the harm in a bit of fun if no one was going to find out? 

"I swear if you say a word about this to anyone..." 

" Cross my heart. " 

He didn't wait for another reply, instead unbuttons her jeans and yanks them down quickly. She steps out of them and jumps up, wrapping her legs around Bobo's waist. He thrusts his hips forward, the bulge in his pants rubbing against her panties. His lips find hers, a rough kiss that is too gentle to mask his affection for her, the warmth he feels whenever she's around, calling his name even if it is to curse him. But this time it's not, his name rolls from her lips, a gentle moan as she holds onto him. Her face is buried against his neck and she rocks her hips back and forth to feel some friction. 

"You won't be able to walk properly once I am done with you." He whispers, voice strained with desire. A promise of what was yet to come. 

[pokeasleepingsmaug]

I have yet to get around to watching this show, but I was super intrigued by you writing a hurt/comfort piece, so naturally I had to read it. And damn, I just want to wrap him in blankets and make him hot cocoa, this poor guy. I love the way it starts off, with her confused and tangled in sheets and being smacked. Its such a vivid opening, and I like the sort of realization she has as she wakes up.

And as always your writing is masterful and gorgeous! Shitty decision tree might be my new favorite phrase. And the end, my heart!!

Sleepover

Fandom: Wynonna Earp Characters: Bobo Del Rey x Female OC Rating: M Tags: nightmares, PTSD, hurt/comfort

Something strikes my shoulder, waking me from a sleep so deep that I can’t move for a moment. I’m not even sure where I am, but sheets are twisted around my bare legs, and the air is warm and humid.

A growl emanates from the bed behind me.

In a flash, it comes back to me – that smell of old wood and stale smoke is Bobo Del Rey’s trailer, and I’m caught up in the same sheets as the man himself.

I don’t have time to ponder the shitty decision tree that ended in a sleepover with the most feared revenant in the Ghost River Triangle, because he flails and hits me again, and I have to figure out what the fuck is going on at present.

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