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Pairings: [Hobie Brown x (f) Reader]

Genre: short fic, (18+)

Warnings: some strong language, smut

Summary: Hobie seems to be fan of your new tattoo…

Word Count: 1.9k

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It was originally an impulsive decision on your part. It had been a random Thursday afternoon, and the idea of getting a tattoo on your lower back seemed cool. And so there you were, walking into the tattoo shop, and getting that shit inked into your skin for the next hour or so. When the artist was done, you took the time to admire the beautiful line work etched into the dip of your back.

‘Oh, Hobie’s going to love this when he sees it.’ You thought, as the excitement began bubbling its way into your gut.

You weren’t going to see him until later that night so you decided it was best to take care of it until then. You weren’t going to reveal it to him right away, instead, you wanted him to discover it for himself. You knew the reaction would be worth it. For the rest of the time being, you busied yourself with miscellaneous activities to keep yourself entertained throughout the day.

When the time rolled around for his arrival, you noticed Hobie was running a bit later than usual as he still wasn’t at your place. It was getting late, so you decided on running yourself a shower to get ready for bed. With that, you grabbed your towel, and were off to the bathroom.

Hot showers were the ideal for you, and once it was at the perfect temperature you hopped in. You made sure to be mindful of your tattoo while lathering your body, and couldn’t help but bask in the warmth of the water hitting your somewhat stiff muscles. Your playlist played softly in the background as the bathroom fogged up with steam.

You had become deep within your random shower thoughts when you heard a soft thump coming from your room. You didn’t leave the shower right away as you knew it was Hobie, and were sure he heard the sound of the shower indicating where you were to him.

It wasn’t long before you were done, stepping out of the wet tub and wrapping the towel securely around your figure. After drying off your body, you quickly exited the bathroom as it started to become suffocating. You entered the room where you were met with Hobie who had laid back comfortably on your bed. Eyes closed, legs crossed and hands behind his head. He opened his eyes at the sound of the door closing behind you, smirking when he was met with the sight of you in your towel.

“Well that’s certainly a sight to be welcomed by isn’ it?” He teased, biting his lip as he sat up to make his way towards you.

You flushed at the words, shaking your head. You stood up on your toes as he stood in front of you to peck his lips, his arms wrapping around your waist. You smile at the warmth he enveloped you in.

“What took you so long?” You ask, pulling away to get dressed.

Hobie leans to sit back on your bed. His eyes never leave you as you make your way to your closet to grab a fresh set of clothing to sleep in.

“Oh ya’ know, the same old anomaly bullshit, and Miguel bein’ even more of a damn pain in my ass.” He utters nonchalantly, resting his weight on his hands.

You hum. Still aware of his lingering gaze as you walk back towards your bed.

“You gonna stare at me the whole time?” You ask with raised eyebrows, a hint of a smirk playing on your lips.

“Nothin’ I haven’t seen before right? What, you gettin’ shy love?” He tilts his head to the side teasing the question, giving you a once over.

“No.” Your answer was short. Truth be told, Hobie always knew how to fluster you up, and make you nervous. So, you swiftly move to sit at the edge of the bed and slowly unravel your towel. It sits just above the tattoo on your lower back, so Hobie couldn’t see it just yet. Although, his heavy gaze followed your every move. The cool air hits your upper body immediately and you shiver as a result.

You tug on the cami you picked out, the hem halting just above your midriff, followed by a fresh pair of underwear you slipped on under the towel.

“Sure you’re not.” You defeatedly roll your eyes at that, reaching for your shorts. Standing up, you feel the cool air graze your lower body as the towel slips completely from your form. Although you couldn’t see it, the sharp breath of air that resonated behind you was all you needed to know what Hobie looked like. Still, you pretend not to notice, playing coy.

“Whatever Hobie,” you comment, turning to face him, “wanna watch a movie or something?” You ask, climbing up your bed to hover over him with a smile on your face. You lean in to peck his lips expecting a response, but your movement is suddenly halted as you feel two strong hands grab at your hips, and spin you so that your back is facing him again. You let out a yelp, losing your balance at the sudden movement with your side coming in contact with your mattress.

With not much time to process what was happening, you’re then pushed to lay on your stomach, followed up by the hem of your shorts being pulled down slightly to reveal your full tattoo.

“When were you gonna tell me about this hm?” His voice is low when he asks. His thumb tracing the intricate lines dancing across your skin as he examines the ink. The proximity of his body as he lifts his head to pry you of an answer makes you shiver a bit.

You turn your head to face him, his face inches from yours as his eyes darken.

“Oh this? Got it done earlier, thought you’d like it.” You smirk. “Wanted to surprise you.”

“What, you like it?” You ask him already knowing the answer.

He smirks with hooded eyes as he glances back down at the tattoo, gripping the side of your hip even harder before moving his hand down lower to grasp your ass.

You gasp softly at the feeling.

He leans into your ear. So much so, that his lips caress the shell, creating a tingling sensation across your body.

“Love it so much on you, I want to see it with no clothes on.” He whispers as he tugs at the hem of your shorts to pull them down even further.

You blush at the statement as he begins to lay kisses to your neck. “Hobie I just got dressed, and I just came from the shower.” It was a half-hearted plea, as he continued his motions that made your body heat up in anticipation.

“Shoulda’ thought about that before you got dressed babe.” He quipped, creating bruises on the soft skin of your neck as he moved to hover over you.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him closer to you, threading your fingers in his hair as you move to kiss his lips passionately. “Or maybe I did, and just wanted you to undress me yourself.” You say, looking up at him through your lashes, a hint of mischief in your eyes.

Hobie looks down at you with a smirk on his face. He doesn’t say anything as he leans closer to you, hand traveling under your cami and up towards your breast. High just enough to where his thumb could caress the underside of it.

“In that case, I’m glad to do the honors then.” He mutters before smashing his lips to yours. You would never get enough of how warm they were, and the cold sensation his piercings created when meshed with your lips.

Hobie grabbed the hem of your shirt, breaking away from the kiss to pull it over your head, rendering you nude from the waist up. His hands immediately grabbed at both of your breasts, fingers tweaking at the hardened nipples making your back arch off the bed and into him. He always knew how sensitive they were when you were aroused and it only made him want to pleasure you more.

You feel his hand travel down the length of your back, moving his hand to squeeze the side of your hip before flipping you over once again.

“Swear, you’re gonna give me whiplash if you keep doing that.” You complain as you turn your head to face him.

He grins at your reaction, “relax babe, nothin’ you can’t handle.” He says, pulling your backside up to his front, against his hips.

Hobie then makes quick work of removing his shirt, followed by the removal of your bottoms leaving you completely exposed. His hand runs down the expanse of your back, stopping at the ink that decorated the skin of your lower back.

“It’s so beautiful, can’t wait to see it as I ravish you.” He mutters lightly, making you whimper softly at the words. The next thing you know, you feel his soft lips kiss the dip of your back. You feel them as they drag across your skin, going lower and lower. You shudder when you feel his nose eventually brush against your folds, causing you to moan into your pillow.

“Shit.” You whisper against the fabric as you feel his tongue begin to explore your opening.

“You always taste so good f’me sweetheart.” You blush at his praise. “I need to fuck you right now.” He breathes airily.

“Please Hobie, I need you.” You beg.

It wasn’t long after that you found said man railing into you from behind. Arms behind your arched back, face smothered into the sheets, and loud moans falling from your lips.

The sheer force that Hobie’s hips subjected you to, turned your brain into mush. The sound of skin slapping emitting all throughout the room, while both of your bodies became slick in a thin layer of sweat.

You felt as if your body was going to give out with the rate you two were going at, and Hobie could tell. Yet, he couldn’t help himself. Not when with each slam of his hips, he would be rewarded with the sight of your tattoo rippling in tandem with your skin. The way it moved as he drove himself deeper and deeper into your cunt, drove him insane.

It was just so hot to him.

“Fuck Hobie, I’m gonna come.” You yell, feeling the coil in your abdomen tightening with each thrust.

“Shit, I’m close too.” He utters practically out of breath. He reaches for your neck to pull you up so your back is to his chest. “Come for me baby.” He says, whispering in your ear, thrusting faster.

With that, you are finally pushed to the edge as the coil in your stomach snaps and you come undone on him.

You throw your head back in pure ecstasy, stars clouding your vision behind your eyelids as your moans fill the room. Hobie’s not far behind you as you hear a pleasured groan escape his lips and feel warm liquid fill your walls.

You feel Hobie drop his head onto your shoulder, breathing rapidly as he comes down from his high. Hot breath tickling your neck, before he sets the both of you down, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close.

You both lay like that for a while, waiting for your bodies to cool down. His fingers softly tracing the outlines of the inked design etched in your back.

You lean into his touch, not wanting the small moment to end as it all was too perfect of a feeling.

You shuffle onto your other side to face him, cupping his jaw and bringing your lips to his in a soothing kiss. Breaking away you smirk at him.

“M’ guessing you liked it then?”

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I’m so glad I got this done lmao this whole week has been so tiring for me so I’m sry for the delay. Hope y’all enjoyed! <3

#hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown smut #hobie brown x reader smut #atsv #atsv fanfiction #atsv imagines #atsv smut #fanfic #astv x reader

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blvckswxnji · 10 months

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Me posting this edit of Hobie so y’all don’t think I’m dead 💀 (I’ve been working on one and am currently almost done with it so stay tuned)

#atsv #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x reader smut #atsv x reader #fanfiction #work in progress #writer things

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blvckswxnji · 10 months

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Can’t Get Enough of The Wrong Thing | P2

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-xxxxx-

Pairings: [Hobie Brown x (f) Reader]

Genre: messy romance, smidge of toxicity, relationship conflicts, exes to lovers (?), (18+)

Warnings: conflicted feelings, slight jealousy, angst, strong language, smut

Summary: You and Hobie are once again confronted by the conditions of your relationship after last nights events. (Backstory is included)

A certain someone also reaches out to you, much to your surprise…

Word Count: 4.9k

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You’re welcomed back to a state of consciousness by the warm sunlight peeking through the black curtains in the room. You don’t move immediately, body still heavy and your mind foggy of morning haze.

The first thing you sense is the weight resting around your waist, then soft breathing tickling your neck. You eventually take in the form pressed up against your back, heat radiating off of it and onto yours. Lifting up your head, you turn to be met with a soft sight of Hobie. Snugging into you, the sun hits his face at an angle that brings out his already beautiful features as his torso moves in tandem with his soft breaths.

You also notice the lack of clothing he bared, which starkly reminded you of how bare you were under the sheets. Your cheeks flushed a bit as you reminisced on the events from yesterday. After what happened in the restroom, Hobie didn’t even bother letting the others know of your departure from the joint you guys attended. Being him, he had opened a portal that led straight to his apartment where things had gotten more heated from there. You kind of feel bad, but you aren’t sure if you entirely regret it.

You can’t help but lay your head back onto the soft pillow you slept on, shimmying your back even further into Hobie’s embrace. It’s times like this you wish your relationship was much more than this. Much more meaningful than back and forth hookups and the subtle regret that lingers in your gut when it’s over.

See, the thing about Hobie’s that he’s a complicated individual, especially when it comes to a relationship. You’ve unfortunately learned the hard way by experiencing it first hand.

When you first met him, you fell head over heels for him as cliché as that is. You were infatuated with everything about him, the way he talked, walked and the way he presented himself. He just didn’t really give a fuck (and maybe that was a warning from the beginning) but you loved that about him. You liked that you could be free and do anything you wanted around him. The affection he placed upon you was so addicting including the nights when it went beyond just cuddles and soft pecks. You were addicted to it all.

Overtime, you had grown feelings for the man. It seemed he had reciprocated a mutual attraction towards you as well, as you two rarely were apart as your relationship grew. You were just waiting for the moment where he would make it official.

But… it never came.

You waited and waited weeks— months for him to announce the solidification of your relationship, but you were left to just sit in the dark.

Then, one day, you’d decided to grow a pair and just project everything you had been feeling for the past couple of months you guys were together.

-x-

There you were laying on his lap, on his bed, just relaxing to the soft buzz of some 90’s band you didn’t really know in the background. “Hobie…?”

“Hm?” He hummed as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“I— uh, I’ve been thinking, um…” You stuttered, nerves running through you a million miles a second. He glances down at you, a silent encouragement to get it out.

You gulp. “Well, uh, I was hoping you know this whole thing going on between us… that ya’ know, we could make it official…?” Your whole body tensed as you struggled to get the words out and it’s not long before you feel him tense under you.

The hand tangled in your soft hair slowing to a stop. You look at him, worry overtaking your features. Shit, why’d you bring it up?

“Uhh, whaddya’ mean by that love?” He asks as he inhaled a low breath. It was obvious he knew what you meant but didn’t seem to want you to mention it in the first place, which was odd to you.

You slowly sit up to properly face him. His hand drops from your hair and you instantly miss the warmth it brought you prior moments ago. “You know, like being boyfriend and girlfriend, solidifying what we have?” You look him straight in his eyes, confused on the sudden hesitation radiating off of his aura.

He averts his gaze and you feel your heart about to plummet. The overwhelming silence suffocating your lungs.

He lets out a deep breath before finally speaking.

“Listen y/n,” your chest constricting as you listen for his every word, “I don’t wanna hurt you or anythin’, but Ima’ be honest, all of that you just threw at me… I don’t think I’m really for it ya’ know? Like the labels and all that.”

All that?

Your breathing ceases for a moment. He reluctantly looks at you for a reaction. After a few beats you finally answer him.

“Oh well um, I mean… we don’t have to label it, that’s totally okay with me, but don’t you think we should take this to the next level. Like, take each other more seriously?” Your palms are sweating, fearing the outcome you dreaded the most becoming a result from this conversation. You bit your lip in worried anticipation.

You can’t really make out what he’s thinking although, you can tell he’s conflicted with his next choice of words. “Don’t you think we’re good with what we’ve got ‘ere though?” He questioned. At this point you felt your heart rate pick up, but you were able to keep your composure.

Why is he acting as if this isn’t important to him as much as it is to you?

You let out a huff. “Hobie, are you serious right now? Of course I think we’re good, that’s why I want to build more on our relationship.” You were beginning to get a bit frustrated but still remained somewhat calm. “What’s up with you? Did I make you uncomfortable with what I said?” You couldn’t help but practically vomit your concerns to him. You were having an internal panic.

“No love, it’s not that it’s just, I don’t know if I’ll be capable of giving that you… everythin’ you’re askin’ for.” He’s almost nonchalant about it and it internally set you off. You don’t say anything to him. Baffled isn’t even enough to explain the way you were feeling in this very moment.

Hobie notices this and reaches for your hand. It’s warm, a stark contrast to the atmosphere you’ve accidentally created in his room. You don’t grab him back though. Your body unable to move.

“Wait so, are you saying you don’t want to be with me for long? I’m just a temporary bitch— you’ll what, just fuck and be done with after a couple of months?” You shrug your shoulders as you accuse him, tilting your head in question. You couldn’t help but emotion over take your words. You didn’t mean to burst them out, but you weren’t expecting him to respond like this. It seems to catch him off guard as he loosens his grip on your hand, now appearing to get irritated with this.

“Now you know that’s not what I see you as, so cut the crap would ya’? I’m just sayin’, I won’t be able to give you what you want alright?! I’m sorry.”

“But why Hobie, I thought we were good.” Your face scrunching up in confusion.

He takes a deep breath. “Because y/n, I just can’t, not now. And I don’t know when either so please, just knock it already yeah?” He looks at you with an expression you can’t really decipher.

Several beats of silence had passed, not another word spoken between the two of you. The truth was you both didn’t know what to say after that.

Exhausted, you inhaled slowly and positioned yourself to get up from his bed.

“Where are you goin’ y/n.”

“I’m going home.” You say flatly.

“Why? There’s no need—”

“There’s every need Hobie, don’t you see? I can’t do this right now.” You curse your voice for cracking.

“Don’t tell me you’re leavin’ over this y/n,” he gestures between the two of you in exasperation, “leavin’ me?”

“Listen I just need to be alone for a bit, I’ll call you in the morning I guess.” And with that you had left him to gape at the space in which your presence just was prior moments ago, as you had traveled back to your dimension to cry yourself away.

To make the long story short, a few days had passed with no mention of the fallout with you and Hobie. Instead of calling him the following day, you had been caught up in missions being assigned to you from Miguel. You were honestly quite grateful you were being kept busy as it excused you from the mess you had created with the man you had fallen for. A few of the missions did involve his assistance though and you both couldn’t deny the tense atmosphere whenever you were around each other.

So, after one particular day, you decided you needed to have a talk with Hobie. You just needed to. You felt as if you both were striving for different goals with your relationship and you were spiraling as the days went on.

Opening up a portal to his apartment you saw him sprawled out on the couch, tweaking at the strings of his guitar. His eyes slowly lift at your sudden presence.

“Look at what we have ‘ere, you finally talkin’ to me?” He leans his body back on the couch as he sets the guitar aside. He surprisingly doesn’t seem smug, more or so surprised you were back. He swore you wouldn’t talk to him for another week but here you were.

“We need to talk.”

“All ears love.” You internally wince at the nickname as you weren’t sure how to feel about it anymore. Maybe it was the overthinking, but you hate the way it’s making you feel due to everything that’s happened.

You inhale a deep breath still standing on your two legs. “I think we should take a break, just to figure things out with ourselves ya’ know…” It’s hard to maintain eye contact with him as you felt his eyes piercing into you with pure confusion and emotion.

“What, is- is this a joke y/n? I don’t understand?” He was genuinely thrown by what you had said. He gets up to stand and make his way towards you and you let him. You stay stood in your place as he approaches you, hints of worry and upset in his features. “A fuckin’ break? Are you serious?”

“Yes I am,” you look up at him as he stops in front of you, height inches over yours, “it’s what’s best… for the both of us Hobie—”

“No, you think it’s what’s best, you don’t know anythin’! We can’t, we don’t have to.” He pleads. You’ve never seen him like this before and you won’t lie, it caught you by surprise, but you’ve already made your mind.

“We do. I know you don’t think so but please just listen to me,” you felt as if your throat was closing up, “we can use this time to reflect. Hobie trust me, this is as hard for me as it is for you.”

“Oh is that so, is it really?” He questioned.

“Of fucking course it is Hobie! You don’t think I care about you? That’s the only reason I’m asking you to do this!” You burst out. You couldn’t hold it in any longer. Hot tears running down your face reflecting the heavy emotion tolling on your mind.

You feel a hand firmly grasp the side of your face. Through your blurry vision you see Hobie moving closer to you. He brings his forehead to yours as you lean into his touch, missing it so much. You both stay like that for a bit before Hobie breaks the silence after a while. For him, he has seemed to catch the way this all is affecting you and he can’t help but give way to your request after much consideration. No matter how much it pained him to.

“You promise… you promise to come back to me before too long love?” His breathing is heavy. You nod slowly as you look up into his eyes. Him looking down back down at you.

Before you could think of what you were doing, you had leaned up to kiss him. He immediately responded back with just as much, if not more passion. It felt so good. His lips were so warm, his lip ring tickling your bottom lip. The longer it went on, the more heated it became. You had wrapped your arms around his neck as one of his hands began to venture lower down your body.

“May this be a memorable parting to you my love.”

-x-

After that, it was around 2 or 3 months before anything had happened again between you guys. Everything was going good, you were beginning to focus on yourself, and you were grateful to Hobie for acting as casual as he could be to make it less awkward when you two were in the same room. Of course looks would linger here and there but you did your best to control yourself.

As much as you wanted to separate and reflect on the break you had initiated, you have to admit, you didn’t really think about the more intimate aspects you would be depraved of during this time.

You were genuinely alright for the first couple of weeks, just using your hand or one of your few gadgets when you had the time. But over time, you began to crave what you couldn’t have more and more. That being more on your own conditions you had set for yourself. You weren’t allowed to fold. You will admit your feelings for Hobie went beyond just the physical and sexual aspects, but you couldn’t deny it when the topic arose in your times of need.

The same seemed to be said for Hobie as after a while, he became a bit smug with his stolen glances and slightly more touchy when passing by each other at HQ or on missions. You tried denying the way it made you feel as you knew this wasn’t what you both were supposed to be doing but, you couldn’t help yourself. So much so, it had reached a boiling point.

Let’s just say after finishing an assigned mission you both were tasked to do, sneaky touches and glances became all too much for the both of you and by the end of the night you couldn’t feel your lower body.

As a result of this, you both decided on these types of hookups to occur only once in a while. No feelings to be involved as you were both still on a break. (Well… kinda.) Although these “sessions” had become more and more frequent over time, the line between casual hookups and falling for each other all over again became a blur. Much to your dismay.

Now here you are, with said man in his sheets.

Crazy how life works.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the figure shifting behind you and an arm tightening it’s grip around your waist. You hear a deep groan and feel a soft breath graze your ear as you hear Hobie awaken from his slumber.

You hum softly as you lay on your back to face him better. His hair is tousled and his face slightly puffy. “Good morning.”

“Mm, mornin’ babe.” He mumbles as he snuggles into your shoulder to lay soft kisses into the surface. He looks up at you with tired eyes before groggily positioning himself to sit up and lean on his elbow, head in his hand. He comes closer to place a kiss on your lips in which you calmly return. “How d’you feel?” He asks as his other hand drags slowly across your stomach.

“I’m alright, you?”

“I’m doing absolutely fantastic love. Last night was pretty eventful wasn’t it?” He teased as he went to kiss your neck.

You playfully push him away as an attempt to preserve your sanity. “Alright Hobie, haven’t you’ve had enough?” Perplexed at how he’s still riled up.

“Never.” He whispers in your ear as he further continues to attack you neck. Shivers travel down your spine at the response but before you could indulge in his touches once more, you hear a ding come from your phone on the dresser beside the bed.

“Hold on Hobie, someone’s texting me.” You push him off of you as a deep groan is released from his chest. He sighs in defeat as you reach over for the device. As you do, the covers concealing the upper half of your body slip down to rest just under your breasts. Hobie smirks to himself at the bruises that are littered on your skin, and decided on teasing you later after you were done with what you were doing.

You presume it’s one of the spiders just calling to check on you since you practically ditched them yesterday. Although you’re a bit confused when the number comes up as one you hadn’t saved in your contacts. Furrowing your brows, you open up the notification to read the message sent.

11:42 pm: Hey this is Colin from the joint! Your friend gave me your number, I just wanted to check in and see if you were ok.

11:42 pm: It’d be nice to see you again if you’re still interested in getting to know each other. In the meantime get home safe and gn!

You stare at the texts, bewildered Colin even tried to reach out, let alone get your number. This was definitely Pav’s annoying ass. Ooh, when you see him—

“Who is it?” You accidentally jump, startled at the sudden voice. You instantly hug the phone to your chest not wanting Hobie to see it.

“Oh, uh, nothing, just a wrong number…” you tried to tell him, but he was already finding you suspicious with the way you hid the phone screen.

He titled his head in question. “Mind if I see?”

“Nah it’s fine, just some rando—”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he was reaching over and snatching the phone out of your hand.

You opened your mouth to speak but then closed it as he was already scanning the messages on your phone. You looked at his face to see his reaction and was surprised to see utter amusement etched on his face.

He turned to you after he finished reading them, your phone still in his hand as he smirked before speaking.

“You gonna text him back?”

“Huh?” You were a bit caught of guard.

“Colin, seems he fancies you, you interested in ‘im?”

“Depends. Would it upset you if I were?”

He huffs out a laugh before leaning down to your ear.

“Sweetheart, if you were, you sure as hell wouldn’t be naked in my sheets now would ya’?” He whispers, as pulls back just enough to scan the outline of your nude form.

Goosebumps arise on your skin as your breathing quickens. The tension becomes thicker, and Hobie moves in to kiss the side of your jaw. Your eyes flutter shut as he begins to move down. From your jaw, to your shoulder, then to your collarbone and then your chest. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling and you can’t help but lift your hand to grasp the nape of his neck, and then up to his hair.

“I guess not.” You say, swallowing your pride as he technically did have a point. You feel his lips morph into a smirk against your breasts before he places his mouth on one of your nipples. You let out a soft moan. Then all of a sudden, Hobie abruptly stopped. You open your eyes to see him looking at your phone, which you forgot he still had.

“Oh, I almost forgot. Would be pretty rude to keep him waiting wouldn’t it?” The look in his eyes are mischievous and it makes you gulp as he types in your passcode.

“Wait, how the hell do you know my password?” You were genuinely confused as you don’t recall ever sharing it with him.

“Don’t worry about it love, don’t try changing it either, I’ll just figure it out again.” He dismisses it at that.

Of fucking course he would.

“You mind holdin’ this f’me?” He gestures to your phone.

“Hobie, you’re not—”

“Yes love, I very much am, now do it.” He cuts you off offensively. It took everything within you to not tell him off for that, but you decided on just letting him be because arguing would be useless.

“Yup, face the camera towards me, hold it right there. On my go alright?” He said as he positioned himself on top of you and between your knees.

“Uhh, okay…” You were kind of nervous as you weren’t exactly sure what he was trying to send. Yet, it wasn’t long until you would find out what he had in mind as he instructed you to press play on the recording.

You reluctantly complied as your finger tapped the red circle and the timer at the top of the screen was activated. Hobie immediately began getting to work.

The covers covering the lower half of you were slowly being retracted from your body. As more skin became exposed, Hobie trailed his kisses down your front until he reached below your navel. There, he pecked soft kisses until he reached your mound. Careful to cover you with his hand so you weren’t exposed to the camera. The soft flesh between your legs was for his eyes only.

You were breathing heavier breaths as he finally got to where you wanted him the most. You felt his cold lip ring graze your clit and at that, you let out a deep moan. Still you kept a reasonable grip on your phone as you felt yourself already begin to weaken.

Hobie had looked up. At you or the camera? You weren’t exactly sure, but what you were sure of was the lust behind his brown irises.

The next thing you felt was his warm and wet tongue licking the inside of your walls. The contrast of your warm folds and his cold tongue piercing driving you insane. Your free hand immediately reaches out for his locks for leverage before his tongue grazes your bud once again. “Shit Hobie!” You moan, your back arching slightly as you became needier by the second.

He wraps his arms around both of your thighs, making direct eye contact with you before spitting saliva on your cunt, and spreading it all over with his tongue. You dropped your head onto the pillow, your hand becoming shaky at the sheer pleasure you were being succumbed to.

Hobie focused on your clit, sucking and licking in all the right places. After a few minutes, you felt yourself getting closer to an orgasm and Hobie noticing this, added his fingers inside of you to bring you closer to release. It took everything in you to keep the camera focused on him, but you were really struggling.

Eventually with the fast pace of his fingers,and the delicious skill of his tongue, you finally come undone. Your pretty moans were music to Hobie’s ears and he let you ride it out until you were finished.

Calming down, you pressed the stop button on the recording, and Hobie quickly took the phone out of your hands after licking up your juices.

He moves up to hover over you and you see him typing something on your phone and then hit send with a smirk on his face.

“What’d you write?” You ask, knowing he wrote some stupid shit. He doesn’t say anything, just turns the phone to show you what he sent. Your mouth hangs slightly agape.

9:48 am: *video attachment*

9:48 am: she’s busy rn mate, but she’ll let you know ;)

“Hobie you did not…!” You didn’t know whether to feel embarrassed or turned on by his text.

“I did.” He says, as he tosses your phone to the side and out of reach from you.

“Wait, I kind of… feel bad, he was a nice guy. I mean, what’s he even supposed to say to that?” No matter how hot that stunt was, you at least had some sympathy for the poor guy.

“Hmm, it’s a bloody shame you’ll never know. I blocked his number.” He tilted his head teasingly.

“You’re a real asshole you know that?”

“And you love it.” His eyes became a shade darker as he leaned in to capture your lips with his. The kiss quickly becomes a heated make out session, him groping your body and you tangling your fingers in his hair. After a little while, you both separated to breathe. A string of your mixed saliva connecting your lips.

Hobie’s eyes were hooded with lust and emotion as he looked at you. “You think you ready to take me babe?”

“Yes Hobie, please I need you.” Dare you say, you were completely desperate for him. You don’t know what it was, he was just so alluring.

You didn’t have to tell him twice as you felt his tip prod at your entrance. He teased you at first, just sliding it up and down your folds, but he eventually sank in.

You moaned at the stretch, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you again.

“Shit, your so warm, you feel so good.” You blush at the praise. When he finally bottoms out, he begins moving his hips, starting his thrusts. The faster he went, the more moans he was continuously pulling out of you.

“Fuck Hobie, oh my god!” You moaned extra loud as he hit your sweet spot with on particular thrust.

“Right there baby?” He made eye contact with you, breathing heavily as he continued to aim exactly at that spot. Your back arched off of the bed as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“Fuck yes, shit!” Oh you knew for a fact Hobie’s neighbors were tired of you guys’ bullshit. The walls aren’t that thick to begin with and you were certain you would get a noise complaint later throughout the day. Yet you or him couldn’t give less of a fuck.

“Mhm feels good?” He mocked you as you were practically a mess on his dick. It only further aroused you and you started to feel a knot forming in your lower abdomen. You feel him peck your lips before coming to a stop.

You whine at the loss of movement. Hobie sits up to kneel on the bed with him still inside you. Your confused as to what he’s doing, but the thought quickly washes away as he suddenly grabs your hips and angles them upward so your hips are now in the air.

He begins his thrusts again and you feel as if you’ve choked on air. At this new angle, he flawlessly hits your g-spot directly making you see stars. With your head still on the pillow, you reach one of your arms behind you to grip it behind your head, as the other goes to grab one of Hobie’s arms. Everything becoming so overwhelming at once.

“Fuck you look so beautiful love.” He comments as he continues to abuse your cunt.

“Shit Hobie, I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer.” You pant out as you feel your body coat in a thin layer of sweat.

With that, he speeds up his thrusts and you practically scream. You hear him groan as he puts your hips back down and pins them so you can’t move. So you can take everything he’s giving you.

After a few minutes his thrusts become a bit sloppier as you feel the coil in your stomach on the brink of snapping.

“Hobie, I’m gonna come, fuck!” You yell.

“I’m right behind you love. Let it all go.” He whispers as he stuffs his face in your neck. And you do as euphoric bliss racks your whole body. You clench hard around Hobie. That seemed to finally tip him over the edge as you felt warm ropes of liquid fill you up. The feeling was addicting.

As you both finally come down from your highs, Hobie moves his head to kiss you on the lips. He then pulls out and moves to his side to cuddle you. This time you were facing each other.

A comfortable silence had passed for a couple of minutes as you both rested, enjoying each other’s presence.

“Hobie?”

“Hmm?”

“I’ve really missed you.”

There was a slight pause at first. Until you heard his voice. “Same here.”

Silence follows as you both lay there.

“You think the both of us will work this out?” You look up at him.

“I’d be damned if we didn’t give it another try.” He says breathily. Realizing how much he’s truly missed during the time you weren’t really together. He stares back at you with so much emotion.

“Hobie?”

“Yes y/n?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too y/n.”

You lean in to kiss him with nothing more than pure affection and passion. The kiss is tender, reflecting the warm feelings you both share for one another.

No matter how wrong this had all felt in the beginning with him, you had no doubt this right here, was finally right.

And you would never have enough of it.

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Getting my start on part 2!! 😌 In the mean time enjoy this scrumptious edit of Hobie….

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Can’t Get Enough of The Wrong Thing

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Pairings: [Hobie Brown x (f) Reader]

Genre: toxic (?) romance, exes that won’t leave each other alone, unhealthy relationship, (18+)

Warnings: some angst, strong language, heavy tension, smut.

Summary: You’re Hobie’s guilty pleasure and he’s secretly yours, yet you won’t admit it. He’ll make you, one way or another…

Word Count: 4.2k

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You won’t look. You can’t. He wants you to, you can feel it across the table. But you won’t. No more giving in, not this time. Hell no.

You made a truce with yourself to stop seeing him after the last time and you’ve been proudly holding up to that truce for a whopping three weeks. You couldn’t fumble it now.

When Pav decided on the group hanging out after a successful mission on capturing a tough anomaly, you knew he’d be here. It was honestly inevitable, but throughout the whole night you’ve maintained a good amount of distance from him. Although you were able to avoid his presence, you weren’t able to avoid his lingering gaze. You tried brushing it off and focusing your attention on the rest of the gang having fun and chilling out, but it was hard.

The thing was, you hadn’t told Hobie you were going to stop hooking up with him. You had kinda just ditched him after your last interaction. If you were being honest, you knew you couldn’t keep seeing him, you both broke up months ago and you couldn’t let yourself continue to mess with your ex any longer. No matter how much you loved it, it wasn’t healthy.

A live band had been playing tonight in the random joint you guys attended. There were many people, but it was enough where you could get around easily. Many of them swayed and bobbed their heads to the music and you decided this was the perfect distraction to occupy yourself from the man burning holes in your face.

Surprisingly, Hobie didn’t try anything after you began avoiding him. Little did you know he knew you’d pull some bullshit like this, so, he let you have your fun. Let you think you guys were over, when he knew he’d pull you right back into his greedy hands soon enough.

“Hey Gwen, dance with me?” You pleaded to the girl not wanting to be by yourself. Hobie lifted his head in amusement. Amused at the way you were trying to get away from him. Still, he didn’t utter a word to you. You were grateful.

She returns a panicked look, “Oh no, I don’t dance y/n!” You roll your eyes with a smile on your face to mask being on edge.

“Just come on, it’ll be fun!” With that, you got up and pulled her into the crowd of bodies moving along to the music. Gwen looks like a lost puppy, but your positive energy seems to loosen her up eventually and sooner or later, she gets the hang of it.

After a few songs, you started getting a bit tired so you both decided to meet back with the rest of the group at the table. You were glad to have relaxed and take your mind off of things, and for once throughout the night, you actually felt like you were having fun.

Once you two made it through the crowd and towards them, you noticed Hobie nowhere to be found. You decided on not asking though, it would be weird to. It’s not like you should care anyways, because… you shouldn’t.

“Where’s Hobie?” Gwen asks, looking around as we both sit down.

“Oh, he went to go dance with some pretty lady that offered like 10 minutes ago.” Peter answered casually. You froze. You curse yourself for doing so but you did. You also cursed yourself for looking around to see if you could spot him. Pathetic really on your end.

Gwen’s eyes widen slightly, “Oh wow, go Hobes!” she said, to no one quite in particular.

Did you also forget to mention no one in the group really knew of the relationship you and Hobie had? Because they didn’t, and right now you wish they did so they could just shut the fuck up. In all honesty it’s not like they were completely clueless, they knew you both liked flirting with each other but nothing really past that. Hobie wasn’t/isn’t one for labels or pda and neither are you.

Your eyes finally land on said man. Your heart annoyingly drops. He’s holding the girl by her waist loosely as she practically throws herself all over him. Luckily for you he doesn’t look super interested in her dancing but he doesn’t seem bothered by it, which bothered you.

You cursed his spidey senses because almost like clockwork, as soon as you caught the two, he made eye contact with you. You quickly avert your gaze but not quick enough as you could already feel the smirk etched on his face targeted to you.

Hobie was honestly enjoying this. His bastard self. He loved to see you crack under the pressure of his being, his gaze. He wanted to watch you crumble under the desperate urge for him and only him. Which is why he pulled the girl even closer, just to get further under your skin.

“You alright y/n?” Margo asks from beside you.

You turn your head to her, “Yeah of course I’m fine I jus-”

“Hey, I saw you back there on the dance floor with your friend, you’re really pretty, mind if I take you for a drink?” You’re cut off by an unfamiliar voice. You turn around to see a decent looking man standing in front of you. He’s pretty tall (not as tall as Hobie), but somewhat attractive all the same (although doesn’t beat Hobie’s beauty).

Y/n what the fuck!? Shut up!

“Oh um…” you look to the others to see if it’s a good idea, Pav giving you a smirk and looking as if to tell you to do it, while everyone else just looked to see what you were going to say. You take a final look at Hobie across the room who seemed to notice the interaction before you finally decided… fuck it!

“Sure why not.”

And then you were off. A faint smirk plastered on your lips as you were more than happy to piss Hobie off. You could practically feel his glare from a mile away. You’re walked up to the bar where you two sit down and the guy finally introduces his name.

“I’m Colin by the way, you?”

“Oh, I’m y/n, pleasure.” It wasn’t necessarily but he seemed alright, so why not at least try to be nice.

“Please to meet you y/n, what would the pretty lady like?” He asks as he scans the array of bottles lined up behind the bar and further looks for a nearby bartender.

“Um, a classic martini would be nice.” You shoot him a flat smile.

“Lovely.” He makes eye contact with one of the bartenders, “two classic martinis please, on the rocks!” The bartender nods and goes straight to work.

You would’ve like to say you didn’t find the conversation of getting to know Colin that followed soon after interesting, but for some odd reason you actually kind of liked the guy. He was quite funny and you don’t know if it’s because of the amount of martinis you’ve drunken since the first round, but you found yourself more relaxed and more willing to give him a shot. Hell, you might’ve become slightly more attracted to him. But you believe that’s due to growing intoxication of your mind and body. Either way, you found yourself laughing at his jokes and more keen of his flirting advances.

“Ya’ know, I think I kind of like you.” You blurt out without really thinking much of the words. Colin smirks.

“I’m quite fond of you myself y/n.” You bite your lip as you lean in a bit closer to him. The tipsiness in your veins making you a little bolder than usual.

The same case can be said for Colin as he moves to whisper in your ear. “Wanna get outta here and go to my place?” Followed by a light brush on your thigh. You don’t know what the hell kicked you into high gear to wake the fuck up but suddenly reality seemed to hit. Should you be doing this? You mean sure he’s a cool guy but was this really want you were ready for? Plus Hob— stop, enough with him y/n! Get a grip, no more of him.

Colin seemed to sense the way you stiffened up because he’s immediately filled with concern and regret. “Oh, fuck, I shouldn’t have I’m sor—”

“No no no no, it’s not you I’m— look I’m sorry, Colin, for everything really,” you stumble over your own words trying to let him know you weren’t offended with him, “I’m sorry you were really great but I need to go.” You hurry and shuffle from your seat at the bar towards the public restroom near the back of the joint.

You felt bad and embarrassed. You basically screwed that poor guy over what, because of some bastard you’re not even with anymore!? What the hell were you doing?

You made your way to the women’s restroom where you entered through the marked door and shimmied your way into an empty stall. You think you’re going insane. You stand in there for about a minute to catch your breath before your senses slowly come back to you. You hear the bathroom door open then shut and presume it’s the lady you saw when you first entered, leaving the sink.

You quickly open your stall door and make your way to the sinks directly across. You turn on the cold water and give your face a quick splash to sober yourself up. You lift your arm as a lazy attempt to dry your face, placing both your hands on the counter to steady yourself. You hear the distant thumping of the base of the music playing from outside the restroom. It’s quiet as you close your eyes and soak in the silence for a moment.

“Ya’ done now love?”

It was as if someone had screamed the highest pitch ever, directly into your ear. The speed your body had jolted, in the mere shock of the voice that emitted from the other side of the bathroom. Your head snapped so fast you thought you were about to break your neck. Your heart literally dropped.

“What the actual fuck Hobie?! You’re not supposed to be in here!” You shouted in a mix of shock and anger.

He smirked. “Now since when do you ever remember me following the damn rules?” He was leaning on the tiled wall, arms folded in one another with his head tilted to the side as he questioned you.

You didn’t answer, turning towards the paper towel dispenser to dry your hands.

Hobie huffs out laugh. “How much longer you gonna keep this cheap act up ay’? It’s getting bloody borin’ if you ask me.”

“What act?” Shrugging your shoulders, feigning ignorance.

“Playing clueless are we?”

“Letting random girls grind on your dick are we?” You shot back, looking him straight in the face. Instead of offense, satisfaction seemed to over take Hobie’s features.

Damn it.

He smiles in amusement. “Jealousy ain’t a bright look on you sweetheart. And correct me if I’m wrong, but weren’t over at the bar about to get that lad’s dick wet before you choked?” He taunts.

This damn bastard.

“Fuck… you Hobie, like actually fuck off.” You spit as you make your way closer to his form. He wasn’t intimidated in the slightest and it pissed you off.

He abruptly pushes off the wall and sweeps his hands out of his pockets, moving forward which made you move back a bit. “Oh I know you’d love to do that again darlin’. I’d fuck me again too if I’m honest.” His smirk stretched even wider as you found your back coming in contact with the sinks behind you.

“You’re gross.” You counter, a futile attempt to hold your ground.

He moves even closer to you, so much so that only a few inches were left in between your bodies. “You weren’t sayin’ that when you were takin’ me from behind in the alleyway near HQ a few weeks ago, now were you?” His eyes grew a shade darker, daring you to deny. You hate how your heart rate began to speed up.

“And that’s the last time I’ll ever do anything with you again.” Hobie lets out a dark chuckle, his head falling low as if you just told the world’s most hilarious joke. You just stare. As his laughter dies down, he puts his hands on either side of you and on the edge of the counter. He lifts his head slowly and brings his face mere centimeters from yours, staring with dilated eyes. It feels as if you both are in that position for an eternity, before suddenly he lets go all together and pulls back.

He doesn’t say anything. You stay frozen in your spot as he turns away from you and walks away. You think he might actually leave it at that and exit the bathroom, but you become more confused when you see him entering the farthest stall away from the entrance.

The hell?

You take this as your chance to leave and quickly make your way towards the exit.

Almost to the door, suddenly, you feel your shirt get hit with something or stuck to something? You don’t have time to dwell on it as you feel your body jerk and get pulled all the way to the other end of the restroom. You let out a yelp at the unexpected movement and feel yourself about to fall backwards, but before you do, you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist. It doesn’t take you longer than a second to realize it was Hobie.

Before you can resettle your feet to the ground, you’re pulled once again, inside of the stall where Hobie locks the door in front of you. You feel his chest behind you and before you can melt into the all too familiar touch, you turn around and push him back with not much success.

“What the fuck are you doing, let me out!” You yell as you spin around to turn the stall lock. Although you were too slow, as before you could even touch the lock, sticky web was shot on the knob, covering it completely. So now, you were quite literally trapped. You hate the funny feeling in your stomach you get from the fact if you were completely honest, but your annoyance kind of overshadowed it.

Hobie presses his front to your back once again, resting his hand on your stomach. His other coming up to your mouth to silence you. He then leans forward, lips brushing your ear as he finally whispers something.

“Shhh, love.”

You shudder at the warmth of his breath. You’re slightly confused as to why he would tell you to hush, but you then hear the swing of the restroom door as it opens, and the click when it shuts. You hear two girls talking and from what you can make out, it seems they’re fixing themselves up in the mirror. You couldn’t really find the need to care about they’re conversation, not when you feel Hobie’s hand start to slip under your shirt.

You immediately grab a hold of his hand in a death grip, warning him to stop. You even try to mumble to get him to halt what he was trying to do, but he only tightened his grip on your mouth.

“Knock it off before I make this harder for you.” He warns.

Huh? Make what harder for you? What is he about to do?

As you dwell on your thoughts in pure confusion, Hobie’s hand creeps further up your shirt to finally settle his grip on your left breast.

Oh. OH….

No fucking way. He’s not serious with this right now is he? Your eyes widen in complete shock and panic.

You reach up to grab his hand but are immediately halted with a harsh squeeze to your chest. The action forcing a low grunt from your throat. You feel Hobie lean his face forward to whisper something again into your ear.

“You’re gonna stay quiet for me love, y’ got it?” He looks dead serious and you don’t know if being turned on by the look is something to be ashamed by, because damn did he look good. But at the same time, this was so wrong, on so many levels… shit. So, for the sake of your modesty, you give him a look of ‘what the hell, you’re insane!’

He ignores it, rendering the whole action as theatrics as he knew deep down, you wanted him. He cranes his head to start layering kisses to your neck. You shiver at the coldness of his lip ring and the way it drags on your skin. You try to resist the tingly feeling crawling through your veins at the touches, but in the end, it felt way too good. After met with some resistance, you eventually ended up falling into the feeling of his lips on you. You even lull your head to the side to give him better access.

He smirks and whispers, “There’s my girl.” As he begins to play with your other breast, lifting your shirt even higher so it rested atop both of them. You moan lightly.

You still hear the chitter chatter of the girls still present in the restroom, but they’re conversation is becoming all to foggy for you to even comprehend a word being uttered from their mouths.

Slowly, little by little, Hobie’s hand that gripped rigorously at your chest, made it’s way lower and lower. Eventually making it to the waistband of your jeans. He tugged at it, teasing you. Your breathing becoming heavier and slower. Unconsciously, you brought your hips backwards in anticipation. You hear a groan deep groan in your ear, followed by the swift pop of your button coming undone. His hand travels down to cup your heat, now fully engulfed in his hand through your underwear.

“Can’t believe you were keeping her from me for three whole weeks. You shouldn’t even be allowed to have my fingers after the crap you pulled.” You whine into his hand covering your mouth.

He snags the side of your panties with his index and middle finger, pulling the piece of fabric upward, giving you delicious pressure to your clit. Your head falls back and you try closing your thighs together but Hobie hooks a foot on your ankle, pulling it to the side to keep your legs apart.

“Ah ah ah, keep them open.” From the tone of his voice, he wasn’t asking you, he was commanding you. So with your strength, you swallowed your pride and did as he said.

His hand then teasingly travels to the waistband as of your underwear before finally arriving at the destination you want (need) him the most. His long fingers tease your folds. Collecting an embarrassingly large amount of arousal that had pooled there. You hear Hobie huff out a quick laugh.

“Ya’ know for someone so cryptic on wantin’ to be left alone, you sure are drenchin’ my fingers, huh’ love? She’s lit’rally throbbin’ f’me.” He teases smiling in satisfaction on how your body reacts to his touch. He removes the hand from your mouth to rest on your throat for a brief moment to hear an answer from you.

“Shut up.” You whisper in defeat and clouded lust. At this point you couldn’t really care for his annoying comments. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, all you wanted to feel was him in you. That’s why before he could even respond back, you took his hand that was between your legs and guided his fingers to rub your clit. You needed to be worked up.

Seems he got the message because he soon he was rubbing fast and tight circles on your nub. It was so hard to keep quiet when he was practically working magic between your thighs. You were now glad he picked the farthest stall from the entrance.

“Fuck Hobie, I need your fingers inside me.”

“No problem darlin’.” At that you felt the first finger protrude at your entrance. Your mouth hangs open at the feeling.

Fuck, you really almost forgot how good his digits felt. These damn girls need to get out of here before they hear something they don’t want to.

“Shit your so tight. Thought you’d be fuckin’ some other losers while you were off avoiding me.”

You scoff. “Thought about it, I just… decided against it.” He added another finger. Your head falls back on his shoulder again, as he soon curls his fingers to get to that delicious spongy spot inside you. He quickly covers your mouth as you let out a loud, yet muffled moan against his palm. You grip his wrist tightly as a form of leverage.

“Good, no one could ever make you feel as good as me.” There was a hint of possessiveness in his tone. “Plus, if you let another man touch you, there would have been hell to pay. For the both of you.” Your stomach flipped at the comment. His fingers began to speed up and your other hand finds purchase on his forearm of the hand covering your mouth. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he curls his fingers effortlessly into your cunt, at a pace that makes your knees buckle.

Shit, is this what heaven feels like?

If the girls didn’t hear your muffled moans by now, they sure as hell heard the squelching of your pussy echo throughout the restroom.

The pleasure becoming so much, that you ended up having to hold on to the stall door. Your knuckles turning white at the amount of ecstasy you were experiencing. Your ass grinding onto Hobie’s clothed member, sitting half hard in the confines of his jeans.

Hobie ended up moaning loudly in your ear at the friction you had caused. The chattering of the girls in the bathroom had halted, but you couldn’t give less of a fuck and neither did he anymore. You soon heard an awkward shuffle of footsteps rush out the door, rendering you and Hobie finally alone at last.

Finally.

Hobie breaks his whisper. “You’re mine y/n. Ya’ understand?” His hand coming to sit at your throat, squeezing around it. “All fuckin’ mine!”

“Yes, H-hobie, fuck… I’m sorry alright!” It felt so good to yell. Moan in pure pleasure. His fingers were working you so good and the band in your abdomen was only becoming tighter.

“You’re damn right you’re sorry.” He breathes heavily. His eyes scanning the way your body submitted to him. He smirked hard. It was a pretty sight.

“I think I’m getting close!” You panted out, still using his arms as leverage. In response Hobie let go of your throat and positioned his hand back to your breasts as he knew they were sensitive by now.

“Let go for me angel.” He whispers breathily. Fondling your nipples and fingering you with pure desire you thought you would pass out. The feeling so overwhelming, it brought you to the edge.

You practically screamed as the exploding sensation bursts across the nerves of your body.

“That’s a good girl, ride it out.” You hear his voice, it’s almost soothing as you embrace your high.

Fuck did you miss him.

As you came down from your high, your senses slowly but surely started to clear up. You flinched at the feeling of Hobie pulling his soaked fingers from your heat. You sluggishly turn around to properly face him and you’re met with him looking straight at you. You see him bring his fingers up to his mouth before sticking his digits inside of it, sucking your juices as if it was his last meal. All the while maintaining eye contact. It made you fluster up a bit.

“Mmm, absolutely divine.” He closed his eyes before opening them back up slowly. “You’re perfect.”

“Alright, alright it’s embarrassing.” You look away in slight annoyance.

“What? Can’t take a compliment?” He tilts his head to the side, leaning over your frame.

“Oh whatever.” You rolls your eyes although you’re not necessarily upset at his statement.

You lean your back on the stall door as Hobie moves closer to your body. A hand grabbing your hip.

His face leans in closer until your lips are centimeters away from colliding. Your hands take a hold around his neck as you bite your lip.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this.” You say it, but you can’t bring yourself to listen to your own words. The man in front of you, with an allure so captivating, the only thing you want is to be suffocated by it.

He doesn’t answer you, instead he just chuckles, before he smashes his lips to yours. His hand grabs the back of your hair as he pulls you deeper into him. Tongues messily colliding, entangled in one another. You can’t help but moan. He’s so intoxicating…

and you can’t get enough.

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Part 2???? 🥱 Also y’all this my first ever completed fiction!! (what?? omg) Anyways hope y’all enjoyed, I may make a part 2 but I need to figure that out lmao. I’m thinking of maybe taking requests but I’ll need to think that through too lmfao… (I love me some Hobie <33)

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