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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.
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I'm finally in the last stages of my legal name change stuff (YAY!), but a thing I wish more trans folks who haven't gotten there knew to do is (if you are visibly trans and/or not overly concerned with outing yourself) getting in the habit of asking whether something is required to list your legal name.
There were so many things when I first came out that I put my legal name on because I assumed I needed to. When I started asking outright, I found out that most of those things didn't require it at all, or could accommodate me listing my actual name as a primary name if I put in writing that my legal name is [legal name] and that [primary name] also refers to me. I'm talking employer stuff, certifications (including First Aid and CPR), doctors stuff, etc. It's intimidating, and sometimes it causes confusion or leads to folks being rude, but if you feel physically safe doing so... it can GREATLY reduce the amount of things you have with your deadname on them, times you have to hear/sign/write/reference your deadname, etc. Most of the time, it isn't a problem, and the only reason it isn't openly offered it because nobody thinks it's necessary or helpful to say.
You can sometimes even get by w/o outing yourself by phrasing it like "Does this need to match the name on my ID?" (lots of folks prefer to write their nickname instead of their full legal name!)
hobbbbie brown yanking a collar tighter around my throat. silently guiding me as i ride his thigh like it's the best thing i've ever done. a tug to startle me when i'm going to slow, spending too much time slowly relishing in the feeling of my swollen clit rolling against the skin of his thigh through a hole in his jeans. a tug as a reward when i hurry up. strangling into near silence each of the tiny, desperate whines that fall out of my mouth as it hangs open. His teeth peek out in his grin as i rut against his leg. He's far too happy with my level of commitment to this. He's saying something to me. Something about whether i like being such a good boy for him. I can't hear all the words through the syrupy smugness of his tone. I can't say yes, fuck, yes i do. Even though it blocks my throat more than the leather pressing into my neck does. All I can really hear is the word "puppy" leave his lips before it's all too much, and i'm soaking through his jeans, and the world is full of stars and his skin and his scent.
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I'm horny and I can't shut up to save my life, so. I like when Hobie is smug and composed when I have his dick down my throat. HOWEVER—
He is SOOOO very cute when he isn't running his mouth too. Just staring down mesmerized, mumbling about how good I look and resting his hand on top of my head and sighing with his voice all soft. Yes he tastes really nice but watching him losing it trying not to cum too soon is just...so- AAAAH 🖤aaahashfcnxjdjxudjhxg
he is always so grateful for you and any time you do anything for him he feels wracked with guilt about not saying it enough. because you're amazing, and any moment he spends saying something else or nothing at all is a moment he could spend telling you he loves you. and he says so many other things. and now, when he realizes what he should have been saying all along, he's too wrapped up in how good you're doing, how perfect you look, how amazing it feels to have your lips wrapped around him, and if he can say it he doesn't know. he's talking to you, he thinks. but it's shallow and echoey in his ears. It feels slurred and jumbled as it falls from his lips. he can't imagine it's comprehensible to you as his breath gets caught in his throat and his hands wind tighter into the mess of your hair. he needs to say it even more when he pulls you closer, your nose brushing his skin and your throat contracting around him for a split second. any longer and he wouldn't have been able to keep it together. you adjust with such ease that he wonders if you're doing it on purpose. making it harder for him for your own entertainment. you would. he wouldn't put it past you. he tries to find it on your face, but you're just too beautiful he can't think of anything else. nobody should blame him for that. for the first time in minutes, he knows what he says. only because he says it enough to know what it feels like on his tongue. and if he can only say one thing, it's not a bad choice. uninspired, maybe, but you seem happy enough with it. so with every breath he can press outward he whispers a quiet, strained, i love you.
I'm so fucking horny I genuinely cannot stop thinking about this actually.
Bie orders me to chew and I chew soooooo slooooowwwwwww looking at him like I have never formed a singular thought ever in my stupid mutt life. Because he is the only thing in my stupid mutt brain. And maybe the doggy bone jammed between my jaws. 🙂
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