quickie bobby franklin x f!reader
ur boyfriend doesn’t care about your shitty retail job.
backrooms movie spoiler free!!. part 2 . smut. wc 5k
you sat behind the large reception desk, surrounded by endless corners of untouched furniture. sofas untouched beneath faded promotional banners, dining tables gathered dust in perfect rows.
being promoted to assistant manager by Clark, the store’s owner, should have felt like an accomplishment. instead, it felt like a joke. no one ever came in and the store was always quiet, but lately the silence felt different. ever since Clark had claimed he’d found ‘something’.
you still remembered the excitement in his eyes that day. Clark had burst through the front doors. he’d been talking so fast you could barely keep up.
“You wouldn’t believe it.”
“found it in the basement.”
“everything’s going to change.”
then, somehow, everything had. not in the way he’d promised. instead of expanding the business or finally paying for decent advertising, Clark practically vanished downstairs. days would pass without seeing him. when he did emerge, he looked exhausted and distracted. and every time you asked what he’d found?
the answer was always the same, “Not yet.”
so, that left you in charge of the entire store. not that there was much to manage. you glanced at the front windows. the parking lot was empty except for your car and Clark’s beat up honda, which hadn’t moved in three days.
another thrilling shift. your chin rested in your palm as you half heartedly counted inventory sheets scattered across the reception desk. not that it mattered much. the numbers never changed, the furniture never moved. the customers never came.
you were halfway through recounting a stack of end tables for the third time when unexpectedly, the front door opened. the bell above it gave a cheerful ding
“There she is.” the familiar voice instantly pulled you out of your boredom.
you looked up, and your entire expression brightened
your boyfriend stepped through the showroom, hands tucked casually into his pockets. a warm smile spread across his face as he spotted you behind the desk.
“What are you doing here?” you asked, unable to hide the grin tugging at your lips
“I could ask you the same thing” Bobby teased as he approached.
he stopped at the reception desk and leaned against it, resting his forearms on the countertop. his gaze wandered across the nearly empty showroom, taking in the endless rows of untouched couches and dining sets.
then he glanced back at you. “You’ve got this whole place to yourself again?”
“Where’s Clark?” bobby hesitantly asked.
you let out a long sigh, dropping your pen onto the desk. “Clark? I don’t know. somewhere.”
“I saw him for about ten minutes and then he disappeared somewhere downstairs.”
“sounds like Clark.” Bobby chuckled, but his smile softened when he noticed the tired look in your eyes.
you slumped further into your chair, your brows now furrowed.
his expression immediately turned sympathetic noticing the visible frustration.
“hey” he said softly, your eyes closed for a moment as bobby’s thumb brushed gently across your cheek. the simple touch melted away hours of boredom faster than anything else could.
when you opened your eyes again, he was smiling at you.
“better?” he said softly.
you rolled your eyes, though the grin tugging at your lips ruined any attempt at looking annoyed.
“look.” his elbows rested on the reception desk as he leaned closer. then he reached across the desk and gently squeezed your hand.
“For what it’s worth” he said, “I think you’re doing a better job running this place than Clark ever has.”
you rolled your eyes. “That’s an incredibly low bar.”
“Still counts.” bobby laughed.
the sound echoed pleasantly through the empty showroom. And with that Bobby pushed himself away from the reception desk with a dramatic groan and began wandering through the showroom.
his sneakers squeaked against the polished floor as he looked around at the endless rows of furniture.
“fuck” he muttered, letting out a low whistle. “This place is creepy.”
you laughed, following after him
“Yeah.” he gestured broadly at the empty store. “look at it. nobody’s here, half the lights are buzzing, and you’ve got all this shit here”
“You don’t actually get scared in here?” he asked.
you stepped closer, folding your arms. “Why?” you asked, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. “You scared?”
Bobby’s tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek as he fought a grin.
“Oh, you definitely sound scared.” you pressed
you hummed softly, you took another step forward until barely any space remained between you.
Bobby’s eyebrows lifted. “Funny” he said quietly. “I was gonna say the same thing about you.”
you huffed, “I’m not scared.”
his gaze flickered briefly to your lips before returning to your eyes.
the corner of his mouth twitched. “Then why’s your heart beating so fast?”
“yeah?” his head tilted slightly as he leaned in, eyes softening.
you knew exactly what he was trying to do and absolutely not. the moment he got close enough, your palm landed squarely against his face.
Bobby stopped mid motion.
“I’m at work Bobby!” you pushed him back with a laugh.
he groaned dramatically, stumbling backward.
“you’re practically all alone here.” he rubbed the spot where your hand had blocked him and shook his head. Bobby sighed heavily and wandered off toward a display bedroom set, he dropped onto one of the beds dramatically, the cushions sank beneath him.
a second later, he bounced slightly, the foam springing back with a satisfying recoil.
“This bed is incredible.”
he thrust his hips upward, bouncing rhythmically on the mattress, his hands positioned in front of him as if he were holding an imaginary body ontop of him.
“This would be great in our bedroom” he spoke honestly
the sigh of seeing your boyfriend practicing his thrusts in the middle of a public retail store was enough to send an embarrassing warmth down your neck.
“Bobby please!” you whined, in a breathless plea. you stepped forward, grabbing his arm and tugging firmly, refusing to look him in the eye. “Get off.”
Bobby didn't get off. instead, he leaned into the tug, “Baby cmonn.”
he used the momentum to roll onto his back and pull you down with him.
the unexpected pull threw off your balance. with a surprised yelp, you stumbled forward and landed beside him on the mattress. he laughed a sound that echoed in the quiet showroom.
“you're such a-" before you could finish, he kissed you, not a peck, it was a deep, slow kiss, mouth open against yours, tongue warm and coaxing, a kiss that made you forget about your boss right below you two.
"im working" you mumbled against his lips, but you didn't push him away
"I know” he said, teeth brushing your lower lip, breath coming faster now. and then he kissed you again, harder this time. his thigh nudged between yours, pressing up till your hips shifted instinctively against him, betraying yourself in the needy way your body wanted more.
his hand slid down, fingers grazing past your shorts and down your inner thigh as your breath caught, mouth parting just as a door creaked somewhere down the hall.
you both froze, his body still flush against you, your chest rising and falling fast against his.
they were just casual, wandering footsteps. Bobby didn't move. his hand still gripped your ass, and when your eyes widened, he just gave it another squeeze and murmured
"just Clark doing bullshit" he reassured.
you gave his chest a hard smack, he looked so good like this. sprawled across the bed, his shirt had ridden up, exposing the ridge of his hipbones. one arm was tucked behind his head, the other lazily fiddling with his belt, metal clinking soft and slow. click, tug, loosen.
your hand moved, fingertips brushing along his stomach, just above the waistband.
"in the basement" bobby murmured, pushing up just a little, rising onto one elbow so he could press his mouth to your partially exposed collarbone.
“can't see us here. won't hear us either"
he wasn't wrong. his hand slid beneath your shirt, warm palm flat against your ribs, pushing the fabric up slow inch by inch
"Fuck" he muttered under his breath, eyes locked on your chest like he was starving for it "come closer. let me taste."
and you knew better. you knew how easily he could undo you. but your body moved anyway, breasts right at his mouth's reach as he sat up fully, his mouth dragging across your skin just below the neckline before his lips closed around you. he pulled the fabric upward, bunching it over your bra again, exposing the soft curve of your belly. his lips followed, kisses slow and open mouthed, tongue flicking over the dip of your bellybutton
you bit your bottom lip, trying not to moan when his tongue flicked across your breast, then beneath it as his hand tugged your bra down rough and needy. the cool air on your wet skin made you shiver, his mouth quickly sucking on your skin, sucking the chill away
"Bobby" you whispered, half scolding but already breathless
"Mmhm?" he said, not stopping for a second, lips wrapped around the swell of your breast, one hand cupping your ass and pulling you against him till you felt his growing bulge.
you slid your hands into his hair, you felt him groan low when your fingers tightened, his mouth sucking harder in response.
his hand dropped back to his belt buckle again, metal clinking. Bobby’s fingers pulled at the hem of your shirt. your shirt and bra eased down together, your own fingers curling, tugging until both cups peeled free, your breasts spilling out just inches from his face
he looked up at you, grinning. boyish, yes. but there was nothing innocent in the way his eyes looked at you, his lips were already wrapping around your nipple before you could say anything
"Mmm" he groaned low against your chest, tongue curling over your nipple, sucking deep and slow. his free hand came up to pinch and roll your other nipple between his fingers, teasing until it stiffened under his touch. you head dropped back, a gasp catching in your throat. you bit down hard on your lip, trying to stay quiet, but with the way his tongue flicked and swirled, switching between lazy flicks and sharp little flicks you couldn't help it.
then, pop. he released your nipple with a loud, wet sound, his lips glossy and parted as he sat up moving between your legs, his hands gripped your hips, tugging you against him. his belt brushed your thighs as he settled in between .
you gasped, a surprised little sound escaping as your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
"bobby..." you moaned, not even sure what you meant to say. "my boss-"
he grunted against your neck, hips grinding forward just enough to make you whimper again "he’s not fucking here."
that was all he said, like it settled everything. and in a way it did
"just lay back for me" he said and you did.
you got comfortable on the plush mattress, your legs stayed around his waist, spread just enough to cradle him in between your thighs, your breasts still out and glistening from his mouth.
Bobby moved closer, hands smoothing up your legs, pulling your shorts lower as he went. his belt came undone with a rough clink, then in one eager motion, his pants and boxers were shoved down, caught halfway down his thighs as his cock sprang free, thick and veined, tip glistening.
he spread your legs open around his hips as he leaned in between. his hands ran up your thighs, rough palms skimming over your skin.
he reached your waistband, kissing just above the elastic of your shorts, then slowly dragged them down, inch by inch, mouth trailing behind his fingers as he exposed your hips, your lower stomach, the fabric of your panties already slightly damp, clinging between your thighs
he pressed one last kiss just below your bellybutton, then looked up at you as he dragged your panties right along with them until both were bunched around your ankles. and then he saw you wet, aching, from nothing but kissing and friction and his fucking mouth on your tits. he stared for a second, his lips parting, chest rising harder
he stood between your legs, cock flushed, already brushing against your folds. he rubbed himself through your pussy slowly, letting the head glide along your slickness, sliding between your lips without pushing in, but just enough friction to make your breath hitch. he nudged at your entrance and then pulled back, teased you again and again, just grinding with that curve in his cock that rubbed your clit each time
"Bobby" you gasped, hips jerking forward
"Fuck" he muttered, then finally, finally he aligned himself with your entrance and pushed forward.
the stretch was slow and deep, your sweet pussy welcoming him. your mouth fell open, lips parted in a silent cry. no sound came out. you couldn't afford it not with Clark still somewhere nearby, maybe just behind this thin wall
Bobby's jaw clenched tight, his eyebrows furrowing as he bottomed out inside you. he exhaled long through his nose, his hips flush with yours now, every inch buried deep
"Fuck" he mouthed silently, eyes closing shut, his hands tightening on your hips
you both lay still for a second, trying to breathe through the fullness and the thrill of getting away with it, of doing this, fucking like this, with your boss in the room right below.
he moved first. small, slow strokes, careful not to let the bed creak beneath you. his cock dragged through your tightness, his cock brushing every sweet spot inside you as his hips moved slowly, without noise
you pulled him down, hands fisting in the front of his shirt until his face was buried against your shoulder, your mouth brushing his ear now with every soft moan that slipped
"Baby your moans" he groaned, voice cracking and hushed against your skin
"You can't fuck me like this and expect me not to" you whispered back, breath catching at the end of your sentence
his lips found your shoulder, kissing it, biting it gently to muffle his own groan, his hips pressing harder now, movement still slow but deeper
then, he couldn't take it anymore. "Shit, I can't" he whispered against your shoulder, and suddenly his mouth was on your breast again. he latched onto your nipple, sucking hard, moaning around it like it was the only thing keeping him quiet.
your fingers were in his hair, holding him there, cradling his head as he sucked your tits with those wet, open mouthed sucks
your back arched, mouth open again but silent, the pleasure building up with every thrust of his cock
the room was filled with quiet slick sounds of his cock sliding in and out and Bobby groaning into your chest, cock buried to the base, arms trembling from holding himself back, he looked up at you and whispered
“you feel so fucking good baby. gonna cum just from this tight little pussy around me. fuck"
"Don't cum" you breathed, voice shaky, your mouth against his temple as his cock fucked deep and slow inside you, barely keeping rhythm anymore. "we have nothing to clean it up with."
you felt his smile, the curve of his lips pressed against your breast
"And?" he mumbled around your nipple, his tongue flicking lazily before he kissed the soft underside of your breast again, lips sticky with spit. that single response told you everything. because you knew bobby, knew exactly what that smug little word meant
he didn't give a fuck. if he could fuck you full of him right now, raw and messy, and walk away without wiping a thing, he would. he wanted to. you could feel it in the the tremble in his hips, the twitch of his cock throbbing inside your wet pussy.
he was holding back with everything he had, but barely. and then with one full hard thrust. his hips slammed his cock into you, knocking the sound right out of your mouth. the bed creaked loudly and your moan shot out before you could stop it, loud and needy, echoing out into the open space.
you exhaled hard, pressing your hand to his shoulder.
"Baby..” you whined, quiet and pleading, even though your pussy clenched around him just for being inside you like this "please."
Bobby groaned softly, head dropping into the crook of your neck. his breath was ragged now, his cock twitching as he slowly rolled his hips once more.
“i’m gonna-” you started, but the words turned into a sharp moan as he shifted his angle, hitting that sweet spot inside you. your legs shook harder, your body arching off the bed despite the ache in your muscles
“gimme one” he groaned as he picked up the pace
“Fuck.” you whimpered, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes
“let me feel you” and that was all it took as your orgasm came over you, your walls pulsating around him, pulling him deeper.
Bobby groaned loudly, his thrusts becoming messy as your release triggered his own. “baby fuck” he gasped, his cock twitching inside you as he cummed into you, adding to the sticky mess between your thighs.
for a moment, the two of you stayed like that, panting, clinging to each other as the aftershocks rolled through you.
𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈
