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Middle of the night quickie? Hobie brown x reader smuuuuuut
Word count: 878
Tags: doggy style, sleepy sex, a little rough tho, no pronouns used for reader, reader has a vagina and clit, established relationship. Lazy
“Fu...uh...uck.” puffs of breath condensed in the air every time he panted.
In account of the thrusts, he couldn't help his words wavering or shaking.
“Oh, I love you. Love you. so. damn. much.”
Aw. Hobie's getting all lovey dovey and you didn't even have to move a single finger. It's not like you could, anyway, because his grip on the plush of your hips and ass was such that all you could do was hold on to your pillow and either shut or roll your eyes back.
Yeah, that's what you get for convincing him to 'use' you when you saw him get off bed, noticeably hard, at five in the goddamn morning. Emphasis on convincing, it took some tries — not because he didn't want to, but because he thought that you being sleepy-drowsy was like you being drunk-drowsy and the guy, as it happens with him, was having an internal moral conflict or something.
“Oh, I'm too tired. Do whatever you want,” is what you'd groggily said, keeping his face close to yours.
“Oh, fine. I will be gentle anyway,” is what Hobie had said. And thought. And was!
Until you turned around and went straight to the point, lazily raising your ass at him with your pajama pants down for him to enter your dilated cunt. Man, he really had to hold back the first couple of minutes, and even then his pace had picked up a little.
That's why when you gave him the green light...
“Baby, love. Can I... Can you handle somethin' more rough?”
“Mhm. Let me hear you.”
... he went all out. There were literal tears pricking at your eyes from his nails digging into your flesh, most definitely unintentionally, but you didn't care enough to tell him about it. You wouldn't risk missing his sweet gasps, groans and whimpers for anything in the world. If anything, the sting woke up your senses to feel him properly.
Although Hobie had been having a blast pulling your hips onto him while he pumped himself into you, he couldn't help, like always, getting closer. He just misses you, he's clingy as hell, it's as cute as it is annoying. So, keeping a sweaty hand on your bare hip, he just barely slowed down the frenzy that had taken a hold of him so his damp chest would be closer to your clothed back, bringing your ass just slightly down as well.
You had told him to just enjoy himself. That you didn't care to cum. That your pleasure was in knowing he had a good time; but what's he supposed to do if a great deal of what made this time a good one was that he managed to make you melt and shiver at his touch?
With little subtlety, Hobie's hand on your hip slid across your body and sneaked under your upper garments like you wore none, just briefly before going south near where he joined your body and dragging his fingertips between your puffy lips. It wasn't relaxed, nor was it meant to be a tease. He just wanted to make you crumble like he was definitely about to.
He tilted his head behind you to breathe on the space between your neck and shoulder, further pushing you down onto the bed. Fuck, there were times when this seemed enough to tip you off the edge. Only his breath over your skin.
“Are you okay?” Hobie muttered at your quietness, though his pace wasn't any short of relentless as he did.
“'m okay. Keep going.” you assured with a shortness of breath, muffled by your pillow. Normally he would double check but, come on, it's five AM and he'd already made his other head leader of tonight's thoughts. That's enough confirmation.
He nuzzled your neck, kissing it and inhaling your scent between every other moan. He drew tight circles which were poorly coordinated with his other frantic movements, but felt oh so good nonetheless. He shakily hummed near your ear, and mouthed praises and love confessions on your skin and, god, he just did so many things that drove you crazy without meaning to. And there it was, that hot, and rapidly coiling sensation right where Hobie kept rubbing.
It didn't take you long to cum — you turned your head with the help of your forearms to be able to breathe as it happened, whimpering, squirming and wiggling your hips under Hobie's frame. You knew he was also about to come undone as well, because even with you being so sensitive he didn't stop, he was lost in sensation. Especially that of your inner walls twitching around his dick, pulsing around him.
You clenched (on purpose) and immediately heard his lungs stop working. The sounds of his balls slapping against your skin slowed down until Hobie was only intensely pressing himself against your bum, coming into the latex enveloping him.
You two kept still in the intimacy of the aftermath, hearing Hobie working on regaining his breath behind you, before he slid off and cleaned up without much energy, more focused on when he'd get to cuddle with you.
Oof. You wouldn't mind getting awoken in the middle of the night if this is what it amounted to.
Needless to say, both of you slept very well for the rest of the night.
ᯓ𑣲 cw warning: s/o pierced dih, f!reader, spit in mouth f receiving, piv, missionary, alluding to squirting.
exhales that pass as moans escape from your lips as you sink into new sensations. your legs were pushed to the sides of your head you’re flexible okay it’s fun and your hands kept them up while man pushed into you, dragging your soul out with each thrust cause it felt too good. your yoni grew accustomed to your two finger girthed dildo in your period of waiting for your man’s scandalous piercing to heal, so the stretch to adjust back to his length and the newest feeling of metal rubbing and poking at your walls pleasured you beyond any expression.
each stroke was gentle, deep, and so fucking good. sounds beyond grateful sighs couldn’t manage to escape. the cold, metal balls from your man’s newest dick piercing continuously pressed on all of the spots inside you that made you feel good. he made sure to move in a way that also gave a massage to those places, which only drove you crazier.
he chuckled at your fucked out expression, “so you are liking it? what happened to being ‘mad that I’ve been suppressing your needs’?” all you could do is shake your head. not out of denial that you feel good, but because you couldn’t say anything. your previously closed eyes fought to open and take a look at him.
soon as you looked in his eyes, your pleasure began to increase and overwhelm your body. your moans finally returned and your man cooed, “there you go, luv. thought I’d never hear your pretty song. thought I’d have to stop.” he began to move faster and your moans only got louder. “s’that feel good, baby? you like the piercing I got for you, huh? like how it hits every spot I couldn’t hit before?”
you groan in response and tears of pleasure swelled in your eyes. “yeah, baby, I know. must be sorry you were so mean to me earlier, huh. you sorry?” he teased. you fought to respond but your moans suffocated your words. he taps your face in reprimand. “m’talking to you.” he stops his thrusting and you cry.
“please, please” you whisper through your dry mouth and move your hands to his lower back, attempting to start his moving again.
“you sorry?” he asked again, leaning into your face. your eyes peeled open and you nodded. “unt un, words. you sorry?”
“m’sorry.” you say quietly. not cause you wanted to but because your throat was literally dry from hanging open.
“huh?” he moved his hand to cup your chin and pushed your mouth open, letting a harsh spit into your mouth in order to moisturize your throat. you flinch and swallow, talking again.
“I’m sorry.” you said more clearly, still pushing at his back. “please” you plea, hinting for him to start moving again.
“I forgive ya, baby. you just didn’t know I was doing it all for you,” he hummed and placed a slow kiss to your lips before backing away and moving your hands from his back to your legs again, “I ain’t tell you to move those either.”
he began to move again and the pleasure seemed to hit 1000x harder. all you could do is let him pleasure you with his newly pierced cock. you praised whatever cosmos told him to get this piercing for you, because everything was about to get a whole lot better. you let him rock-it-till-waterfalls. the sheets under you both unbelievably wet and creamed out. he let you experience every position yall used to do before he got pierced and now they all made you see stars.
when you finally tore off of eachother, you stared at his dick that was now shiny with cum and the piercing seemed to wink at you. you laugh and toy with it. “I do love this piercing, btw.”
Inspired by: my insane mischaracterization of Hobie Brown— you can imagine ‘he’ as: Ryomen Sukuna, Toji Fushiguro, Jabber Wonger, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Gris Rubion, anyone else you think fits the part.
Warnings: smut mdni!! Explicit sexual content, oral sex (f receiving), protected sex. Reader and Hobie are dating and they’re also neighbors lol.
A/n: this was originally written in 3rd person and in spanish so I had to translate it and also edit it in 2nd person lol
not proofread!
It was a little past 11 when you and Hobie finally made it back to your apartment after your date. Over the past week, the two of you had been spending more time together. If you weren’t going out, Hobie would invite you over to his apartment, where you’d eat ice cream, listen to music, or watch something on TV. Nothing more. But it was obvious you both enjoyed each other’s company. Now that you were on university break, you’d been taking full advantage of it and going out more. And the tension between you had been growing thicker by the day—something that made you nervous, but in the best way. You liked how things were going.
Today, Hobie had first taken you to his favorite pizza food truck, then you wandered around the city until you decided to catch a movie.
“Well…” you started, “it was a great day.”
“It really was,” Hobie said, taking your hand and spinning you once before pulling you flush against his body. “You looked gorgeous today, by the way.”
You smiled, tilting your head up to look at him properly. “So did you, handsome.”
“Does the day really have to end here?” He made a small pout before leaning in to kiss your lips.
“It’s getting late,” you murmured against his mouth.
Hobie wrapped his arms around your waist, keeping you close. “I don’t want you to leave.” He kissed you again.
You let out a soft laugh. “I live right across from you.”
“But it’s not the same.”
“But I’m still here.”
“Don’t go…”
You looked at him with a small smile, and that was all it took. He kissed you.
At first it was slow, but the intensity quickly grew, turning hungry. One of his hands slid to the back of your neck while the other gripped your waist. You kissed him back just as eagerly, pressing your body against his until your back hit the door. Hobie grinned against your lips, quickly turning the knob (he never locked it) and pulling you inside his apartment without breaking the kiss.
His jacket hit the floor the second you pushed it off his shoulders. Your hands slipped under his shirt, exploring his warm, tattooed skin. Hobie guided you toward his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him as your shirt joined his on the floor. He grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you effortlessly. Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively. Still kissing you, he carried you to the bed and laid you down, settling on top of you. He only pulled away long enough to yank his shirt off before his mouth was on yours again. His hands roamed your body, sliding down your legs to tug your skirt and panties off in one swift motion, leaving you completely bare beneath him.
A sight he’d been dying to see for so long. His eyes dragged slowly over your body, savoring every inch.
“Fuck…” He leaned down again, lips brushing yours. “I’ve been dying to see you like this,” he murmured before kissing you deeply.
You let out a soft sigh that he swallowed instantly, like he didn’t want to miss a single sound. Hobie’s lips trailed lower, leaving hotter, more possessive kisses. Every second felt endless. Your back arched when you felt him move further down, his large hands sliding over your skin like he already knew it by heart… or like he wanted to memorize it all at once.
A broken moan escaped your lips the moment his warm tongue met your core. Your fingers tangled in his dark hair as another wave of pleasure hit you—his tongue, the piercing on his lip, and that metal ball on his tongue driving you crazy.
“Hobie…” you whispered, voice shaky.
He looked up at you without stopping.
The view from below was perfect: your eyes half-closed, lips parted, soft moans spilling out like music to his ears. Your chest rising and falling faster, one hand squeezing your own breast. He still couldn’t believe he finally had you like this… and that he was the one making you fall apart.
You writhed beneath him, moans mixing with the wet sounds of his mouth. Your fingers tugged at his hair, thighs trembling around his head as you lost yourself completely. Your muscles tensed, getting closer and closer. Hobie gripped your thighs, holding you in place.
“Just like that… don’t stop…” you moaned, pressing him harder against you.
He didn’t. Moments later, pleasure crashed over you. Your back arched, hands fisting the sheets, legs shaking as your orgasm ripped through you. Hobie kept going until you rode it out, then slowly kissed his way back up your body until he was hovering over you again.
“See? You do get all flustered when you get turned on,” he teased with a smirk.
You let out a breathless laugh, shaking your head. “You’re such an idiot.”
“An idiot who knows how to make you cum, though,” he replied, leaning down to kiss you.
“And really fucking good, by the way,” you murmured against his lips.
He smiled into the kiss, this time deeper, heavier, with no intention of slowing down. His hands explored your body again, greedy, like he still couldn’t get enough. You sighed softly against his mouth, your fingers trailing down his toned stomach until they reached his pants. You pushed them down as far as you could; he took care of the rest. Hobie reached into his nightstand, grabbing a condom before you hooked your fingers into his boxers. He stripped the rest of the way, his body tense and ready. You stared openly, licking your lips without realizing it.
He tilted his head, grinning. “Like what you see?”
You rolled your eyes, laughing softly. “Shut up and get over here.”
That was all he needed.
Hobie kissed you again, slow at first, then desperate. He pulled back just long enough to tear the silver packet open with his teeth, rolling the condom on. Keeping eye contact, he settled between your legs and kissed you as he slowly pushed inside you, swallowing the moan that left your lips. He stayed still for a moment, savoring the feeling, before he started moving. Slow and deep at first, giving you time to adjust… until he couldn’t hold back anymore. You clung to him, nails digging into his back, pulling him closer.
“Fuck…” he groaned against your ear. “You feel so good…”
You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist. “Harder,” you whispered.
Hobie gently lifted one of your legs over his shoulder, pushing the other one aside so he could sink even deeper. Your moans grew louder.
“Ah, yes… just like that!” Your hands fisted the sheets. “Don’t stop—”
“I’m not stopping, luv,” he growled, lifting your other leg onto his shoulder too.
The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping, heavy breathing, and your voice moaning his name over and over. It became too much.
“Fuck!… I’m so close,” you whimpered, legs trembling from the position.
“I know, baby,” Hobie kissed you, lowering your legs so you’d be more comfortable. His eyes never left yours. “Let go… give it to me.”
His hand slid up to your throat, fingers pressing just enough to make your back arch in pleasure. You couldn’t hold back anymore. Your body tensed, then shook hard as another orgasm hit you. Hobie groaned at the feeling, chasing his own release. He buried himself deep, riding out his climax with a low moan. For a few moments, neither of you moved—just heavy breathing and racing hearts.
Hobie was the first to move. He pulled out carefully, disposed of the condom, and came back to bed. He left a trail of soft kisses from your stomach, up your chest, until he reached your lips.
“You okay?” he asked.
You nodded, smiling. “Mhm… more than okay,” you answered, voice a little hoarse.
Hobie chuckled and kissed you again. “You look cute all wrecked like this.”
You laughed softly, lightly slapping his chest. “Shut up.”
He laughed with you and lay down beside you, pulling you against his chest. You let him, too tired and comfortable to protest.
“Don’t leave,” he murmured, stroking your bare back. “Stay the night.”
You lifted your head to look at him. “I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.”
Hobie smiled, satisfied, and kissed your forehead. “Good.”
The two of you fell quiet, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin while you rested against his chest. Sleep slowly claimed you both.
* the morning after *
Your eyes fluttered open, blinking a few times until your vision cleared. You had no idea what time it was, but you were grateful Hobie had kept the curtains closed. You reached down to the floor for your bag, grabbed your phone, and saw it was 9:14 a.m. You placed it on the nightstand and turned around, finding Hobie still peacefully asleep on his stomach. The sheet barely covered him just above his hips, giving you a perfect view of the tattoo on his back.
You carefully got out of bed, picked up your underwear and Hobie’s shirt from the floor, and slipped them on. Then you headed to the bathroom. After using the toilet, you splashed water on your face and ran your fingers through your hair to tame it a little. When you opened the door to leave, you nearly ran into Hobie’s roommate, Duncan, who was coming out of his own room. His mouth dropped open.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” A grin spread across his face.
You covered your face with one hand. “This is not happening,” you muttered.
Duncan started laughing. “Good morning, neighbor… and by the looks of it, a very good morning.”
“Shut up.”
“I can’t believe it… it was about damn time.”
“What the hell are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”
“Well I’m my own boss, so I get there whenever I want,” he replied with a smirk. “What I didn’t expect was to see you here at this hour. How was your night, huh?” He wiggled his eyebrows.
You rolled your eyes. “Ugh, shut up. Shouldn’t you be opening the tattoo shop?”
He laughed. “Yeah, yeah, I should.” He watched you walk back toward Hobie’s room. “Hm… it’s been a while since a girl slept over.”
You laughed. “Don’t get used to it.”
“Uh-huh… keep telling yourself that.” He shrugged. “See you later… or maybe I’ll just hear you, who knows—”
“Go away, you perv!”
You heard him laughing as he headed to the living room. You rolled your eyes and slipped back into Hobie’s room. As you climbed onto the bed, Hobie stirred, waking up when he felt you.
“Hey,” he murmured, voice sleepy.
“Hey,” you smiled.
“You okay?” He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. “Sleep well?”
“Really well,” you nodded, snuggling into him. “By the way… I ran into Duncan when I left the bathroom.”
Hobie chuckled, already imagining the scene. “What did he say?”
“That it was about time,” you replied, rolling your eyes with a soft laugh. “I didn’t know he’d be here in the morning.”
“He opens later on weekends,” he explained. “Well… now we just have to wait for the other two idiots to find out thanks to his big mouth.” He said referring to his other two close friends
“He’s an ass…” you muttered. Hobie laughed.
“You hungry?” he asked.
“A little,” you admitted. “Are you gonna make me something?”
“Of course,” he said, leaning in to kiss you. “It’s only fair after I wore you out so much last night.”
You burst out laughing. “You’re such an idiot.”
“What do you wanna eat?”
“Surprise me, chef,” you answered with a small smile.
“Alright, say no more.” Hobie grinned. “Prepare to be impressed.”
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HIIIII I don't think I've sent a request to you so I'm really excited because I LOVE the way your dividers look!!! could I possibly get red and black punk esq dividers? and maybe with trash like crushed cans & cigarette buds? if not I get that, just a general punk theme would be soso nice <3 tysm in advance if you do this!! <3
hiii there!! and thank you so much lovely! I’m so glad you like them so much!! 🥰
so I went with the crushed cans/cigarettes grungey theme and kind of ran with it, so I hope that’s okay. ♥️
please like and credit if you use, reblogs are appreciated! thank you! 💕
So it’s kinda been a while since I’ve written or published anything and I’m feeling kinda productive and kinda want to write something but idk what so if any of you got any requests, I’ll be happy to read them and write them out for you!
It can be from any character from my masterlist and you can find what I write here!
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