synopsis: you and bobby just finished trying to help clark film a commercial. now you two are alone with no one else in the store yet (despite being open). you decide to have a little fun…
pairing: sub!bobby franklin x reader
cw: smut! 18+ MDNI
Bobby put down the camera as Clark cursed at the furniture for falling apart. The commercial he had asked him to film was not going well.
You put your hand on Bobby’s upper arm.
“It’s taking everything in me not to burst out laughing right now.” You whisper.
He chuckles quietly.
“If I wasn’t so stoned right now, I probably would have.”
You roll your eyes playfully as Clark groans in frustration.
“Forget this. Can you two just open the store?”
You look at Bobby who looks at the front entrance.
“We’ve been open.” You respond as the vast furniture store taunts Clark with its silence. It’s emptiness.
“I’ll be in my office. Could you two clean this up please?” With that, your boss walks away and leaves you and your incredibly hot boyfriend all alone.
Bobby begins picking up pieces of the chair and taking them to the back where Clark sends old/broken furniture to be disposed of. This back area was huge and there were many places to hide.
You stop Bobby when he turns back around, hands clasped around his neck.
“What?” He says, a smirk tugging at his mouth.
“Why don’t we just…stay in here for a bit?” You ask, innocently.
“And leave the floor unattended?” He says, sarcastically.
Reaching up, you crash your lips into his and he melts into your arms. Lifting you up, he sets you down on one of the nearby tables. You place your hand on his chest and let it wander downwards. His skin meets your hand fairly quick considering he’s wearing a cropped shirt today.
You feel his happy trial and smile into the kiss.
“What’s the giggling about?”
“Oh nothing. Just appreciating my incredibly hot boyfriend.”
Your hands go to his belt where you begin to try and take it off.
“Woah…” He starts.
“Should we stop?” You ask, smiling because you already know his answer.
“I didn’t say that.” He replies, gently pushing your hand away and quickly undoing his belt and pants.
“All yours.” He says, looking down.
You smile and again, slide your hand past his happy trail, it disappearing into his boxers.
When your hand makes contact, he makes a small noise and moves his hips.
You stay still, watching him unravel in front of you.
“Better be careful. You don’t have a change of clothes here.” You tease.
Still, he moves for any friction. Eventually his breathing gets more and more erratic.
“I’m gonna-” He starts and you already know to cover his mouth. Within seconds he’s moaning loudly against your palm as he finishes. His breath is warm against your palm.
You pull your hand out of his pants just as the phone in the back rings. With your other hand, you pick it up.
“Hello?”
“Where the hell are the two of you? We have a customer.”
You look at Bobby.
“I’ll handle it…you should probably go home though.”
He’s flushed and still breathing heavily but he smiles at you and you already know that this will continue whenever you were released from the prison of this job.