𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) hobie is a super affectionate partner. if you two are together he usually wants to have some kind hand on you or arm around you; kisses are literally his weakness. he also shows affection through acts of service so expect him to do literally anything and everything for you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) hobie is a great best friend. he's one of the types that says they'll do anything for you and genuinely means it. he would do just about anything for his friends and most of his friendships start because he's at shows causing trouble.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) oh my goodness hobie is a cuddle monster. he loves cuddling and any time you ask him to cuddle he will happily do so. also he isn't really picky on how you two cuddle, big spoon, little spoon; just touch him please.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) being a spider person (and a punk star) hobie will never really properly settle down. the closes he gets is more falling into a comfortable routine (and even that's difficult). hobie cooks decently well. it's not the best food you've ever had but he definitely tries. cleaning for him kinda falls off the way side just because he can be pretty busy with life.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) honest and open conversation. hobie would sit them down and have a conversation with them about it. above all else he appreciates genuineness so there wouldn't be any built up resentment, or miscommunication or anything like that. for a break up it's very not dramatic on his part.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) hobie feels like marriage isn't needed when you're committed to someone already. he's ready to commit with you, but the only reason he would really want to get married is for tax benefits.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) despite popular opinion (and appearance); hobie is actually a big gentle giant. physically whenever he holds you it's always very sweet and soft and emotionally he's very in touch with other peoples feelings. unless he doesn't like you then he's pretty soft and sweet.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) hobie is the best hugger alive. i don't care what anyone says. he gives the best hugs and they're so gentle yet so reassuring. hobie doesn't usually hug his friends it's usually reserved for you (partner) so whenever you want a hug or he's feeling particularly touch starved he's hugging you so much.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) it takes him a very long time to say it. he has a lot of conflicting feelings on that word and most of his affection is non verbal. so when he finally does say i love you then it's an event that should be celebrated.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) ehh... hobie is not the jealous type despite popular belief. he's very confident that if someone is flirting with you then you'll tell them to fuck off and he doesn't really compare himself to people.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) amazing. hobie's kisses are just amazing. each one is filled with passion even if it's just a little peck. his lips are nice and full and that lip ring is perfect. hobie's favourite place to kiss you (besides your lips) would be your neck, he's always planting kisses on your neck. his favourite place to be smooched is his knuckles.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) we've all seen it. he's great with children. the best uncle/god parent.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) hobie is not a morning person in the slightest. most of his mornings are spent holding you and listening to the radio (if you have a phone he's watching youtube). he isn't even that interested in breakfast, his appetite doesn't pick up till later in the day around lunch time. morning's are especially lazy.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) on the other hand, hobie is a night person. if he isn't being spider man than he's usually exploring the city, going to show, putting on shows, making music or working on his own projects on the houseboat. hobie is most active during the night so hopefully you'll stay up with him or at the very least you'll snuggle up to him in the night.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) hobie drops pieces of lore about himself very randomly. he's not an open book in the slightest so he'll know everything about you long before you know things about him. the key is don't rush him to open up, ask questions if you're interested, and pay attention to what he does say.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) he doesn't get angry easily at all. there are very few things that will make him angry. usually when he's upset it's because of grander things like the government or society, not usually at individual people. he's a very patient man.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) hobie remembers everything about you, literally every little detail. he can be quite forgetful, but when it comes to you it sticks to his head like glue.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) the first time you spent the night on his houseboat. he still remembers you snuggled up to him, your arms latched around his body. he remembers it so vividly because he's never had someone spend the night in his bed before (gwen tried and she promptly got kicked to the couch), but you just fit so naturally into his life that he had no problems sleeping with you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) if you're a spider person he isn't too protective but if you're not then he's kinda always on edge around you. hobie attracts trouble and he's well aware of that so he's kinda always ready to fight for you if need be. and hobie doesn't need to be protected but he does feel appreciated when you get a little over protective; it's cute and he feels special.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) SO MUCH EFFORT. my god, sometimes his date plans are chill but usually since he doesn't want to spend too much money he's doing everything from scratch and he's making the things that need to be made on his own. even if it's just a picnic he's doing his absolute best to make everything absolutely perfect.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) there are so many. hobie always forgets to do dishes, not to the point where it'll create mold or maggots but he just doesn't remember. if there's a partner that will clean while he cooks or vice versa than it'll balance out.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) not too vain. he cares about his appearance to the capacity of he wants to look good for himself. his piercings, clothing style, hair, all of it is for himself. also he knows he looks hot.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) no not necessarily. hobie doesn't believe in people completing each other, you should be whole enough to stand on your own. that isn't to say he wouldn't be incredibly depressed if something happened to you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) hobie is so queer coded to me. he chooses not to label himself (obviously), but he would date anyone regardless of gender or sex as long as your morals align.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) a partner that expects him to change who he is as a person or change his morals, don't try to pressure him into being someone he's not. also loyalty, if you're disloyal that's a huge ick.

you weren't quite sure how long you had been in this position for.

your back pressed against the wall, your knees pulled up to your chest and trying desperately to steady yourself against the rocking current of the boat. you swear you had been sat here for hours but in reality it was probably only thirty minutes.

every single time you tried to lift yourself up and go back to bed a burst of pain bursts through your body and radiates down leaving you in the exact same position you were in before.

a few moments (that felt like hours) went by before you heard a soft click at the door and it being pulled open. boots were heavy on the hardwood and you could feel large hands wrap around your shoulder.

"oi, you should've asked me to stay home."

a twinge of guilt radiated throughout your body coinciding with the pain. you looked up to see hobies' eyebrows knitting together as if watching you in pain pained him. he rubbed your shoulders and kissed your temple, encouraging you to speak. "i didn't want to bother you. i know you have to be spiderman and plus i am always in pain today is just a little bit worse."

a loud sigh left his lips, he stood to his full height, lifting you up and carrying you over to the couch. he took your folded up limbs and placed them into his lap. "don't give me that, please. i would much rather be taking care of you than out there gettin my ass handed to me that's for sure."

"but hobie,"

"don't but me. isn't that why we have phones? so you can call me? i don't like seeing you like this."

"it's not like there's anything you can do to help me. i just have to wait it out." when you said that his arms wrapped around you and his lips traced kisses all around your face, pushing you deeper into his chest.

𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) 

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

G = Goofy (are they more serious at the moment? are they humors? etc.) 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect) 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) 

L = Location (favorite place to do the do)

M = Motivation (what turns them on) 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) \

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) 

Q = Quickies (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.) 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?) 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) 

U = Unfair (how much do they like to tease) 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) 

W = Wildcard (a random headcanon for the character)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)  

It was as if the gods crafted your bodies to meld together just perfectly.

His large hands settled on your hips, gently guiding your body against his every time you pulled back a little. Your hands settled on the sides of his face, your fingers caressing his jawline and ushering his face closer to yours.

Hobie's lips fit perfectly on your own, even his lip ring found an excellent divet in your own lip making it so with each passing kiss you could play with the metal ring with your teeth or tongue. Each time you paid extra attention to the jewel you could hear a chuckle come from his lips, his hands gripping the sides of your hips as if encouraging you to keep teasing him.

You pulled away from the kiss, but your lips quickly found a home in his jawline and neck. Your hands glided down from his cheeks to press firmly against his chest keeping him against the wall, and you stood on the tips of your toes so your lips could reach each part they wanted to. A few sighs of pleasure escaped his lips, and he tilted his head so you could reach every untraversed part of his neck. You could feel Hobie's hands move from your waist to your stomach, but you quickly snatched his wrist leaving him there.

"I never said you could move."

"I didn't know I needed permission." You could hear the edge in his voice, one you were familiar with because of how sassy he was on an everyday basis. You grabbed his wrist, pulling him through the small houseboat eventually getting to the bed. "Eagar are we?"

There it was again.

"Shut up, Hobie."

When you felt your ankles hit the back of the bed you grabbed the fabric of his shirt to spin you two around; switching your places. With his back now facing the bed you pushed him onto the bed, not giving him a chance to react before you crawled on top of him straddling his hips. He did try to get up by propping his elbows up and reaching towards you, but you pressed your palm against his chest and pushed him back into the bed below.

"Am I allowed to do anything without your permission?"

"Absolutely not."

"Fascist."

A smile played on your lips as you looked down on him, your thumb moving to gently swipe against his lips. "We're name-calling now? Now you aren't allowed to speak." Your lips pressed against his again this time more forceful, pushing his head back into the pillow. Your hands danced around his body, the tips of your fingers gliding up to tug at the fabric of his shirt. There was a brief pause in the kisses only for you to grab the hem of his shirt and throw it over his head, it getting lost in the corners of his small room.

You smooched his lips one last time before you kissed his chin then his Adam's apple that bobbed with every slight touch and then down to his chest. Your fingers danced on his studded belt, it didn't take long for you to undo it, snapping the belt off the loop in one swift motion.

You pulled back, grabbing his hands that were still placed on your hips and pulling his wrists together. You tied the belt around his wrist and then tied the belt to his headboard, then pulled back to admire your handiwork.

Hobie's chest raised up and down in time with his breathing. You could feel how flushed his skin was as you ran the tips of your fingers along his muscles, feeling every scar and mole that littered his body. Those gorgeous dark brown eyes looked up at you with anticipation and in that moment you could see there was nothing in his mind but you.

"Cat got your tongue, Hobie?"

His eyes softened, eyebrows knitting together and for a moment you felt almost bad for him. He was tied up under you with no way to move, not allowed to speak less he incur your wrath; he looked so pathetic beneath you, however, he looked so cute like this and you weren't stopping now.

A smile spread across your face as you made quick work of your clothes, tossing them aside to the other hidden corner of the room. The only thing left on your person was Hobie's t-shirt that you frequently took from him.

The moment of stillness was short-lived, but in the process, you could feel Hobie's hard-on poking your thigh through his jeans. You could feel your pussy juices dripping onto his jeans making a small wet patch where you sat. "Should I sit on your face?" The suggestion came out in a tease but his eyes widened and all he could do was nod. "You can speak now, as long as it's only sweet things. No calling me a fascist."

A smirk spread across his lips, a chuckle rumbling from his chest as he clenched his fist. "Please do."

"Daw, I can't make you beg for it?"

"Please, please sit on my face."

"Good boy!"

Hobie could only express his disapproval through a glare, but from the way his cock twitched at the nickname you knew it was all for show. You crawled over to him, hovering above his face for a few moments to hear another whiny, "please", escape his lips. Once fulfilled you lower yourself down, letting yourself completely sit down on his face.

One thing about Hobie that you've learned from years of dating him; his tongue was magic. While you've had people try to eat you out before it's all been clumsy and uncoordinated; Hobie's tongue, however, fills your pussy just right. His tongue flicks over your clit, licking your entrance and spreading it apart very softly nibbling on the lips. Your fingers gripped the headboard and while moans threatened to slip out of your mouth you kept quiet if only to hear Hobie's groans and whines that were muffled by your pussy.

Your hips moved in time with his tongue, feeling the piercing dance along your clit and flick it back and forth. "You're doing so well, baby, don't stop." The words fell off your words in a hushed sigh, you arched your back letting the silver ball flick against your clit, but before you could do anything you quickly moved off his face, your juices dripping down his chin.

"What did you do that for?"

"Hush."

You unzipped his pants, pulling his jeans and boxers down just enough to let his cock spring up. Your fingers wrapped around the base giving it a few strokes. "I want you to beg for it, Hobie, come on." At first, he gave you a look as if he weren't hanging onto your every word, but the facade crumbled away as soon as you started stroking him off. A few throaty whines left his mouth and his eyebrows knit together again as if pleading for mercy.

"Please," his hips moved to match the pace of your hand stroking him off. "Come on, I think I deserve it."

"Oh yeah? What makes you think that?"

"I didn't speak a word because you told me to. I ate you out, happily, may I add, and I stopped calling you a fascist." As he spoke your strokes slowed down to the point where you were just holding his dick in your hands. A whine left his lips, his wrist tugging at the leather restraints of the belt and his hips jerked once again. "Come on, please, I'll do anything."

Those were the magic words. You lifted yourself up and slowly lowered yourself back down onto his cock. His girth stretched you out and for a moment you had to catch your breath as Hobie freely let out moans that filled each room of the houseboat, drowning out your sounds of pleasure.

You fully sat down on his cock, taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of being filled up before you started bouncing on top of him, your hands firmly planted in your chest to steady yourself.

Hobie stared up at you, mouth slightly agape as sounds of pleasure unabashedly fell from his mouth, his hands gripped the leather belt tying his wrist to the headboard and his eyes still giving you that pleading look as if daring for you to go rougher. Once you got used to the feeling of taking him all in you freely bounced on his cock, your hands moving up to wrap around his neck instead of steadying yourself on his chest.

"Please, please, please…" The words fell out of his mouth as if he were praying for mercy from a god. Your squeeze on his throat was light enough for him to talk but the pressure was leaving imprints on his neck. "Oh fuck, oh shit, you feel so fucking amazing." You could tell there was nothing in his mind except for you as you continued fucking down onto him. "Please, I'll do anything!"

"Anything for what?"

"Please let me cum."

God, it would be so easy for you to deny him and make him beg for it, but just looking at him like this was enough to send you over the edge. You could feel yourself chasing that high, your head getting fuzzy as you found your bounces getting harder and less controlled. "Yes, yes, you're allowed to cum right inside of me."

As soon as you said it you could feel his muscles relax from underneath you; his eyes drifted closed and his head hit the pillow as you continued to bounce on top of him. The only sounds you could focus on were skin slapping against skin and the sounds of his moans and whines. A sigh of pleasure left your lips, you felt your breathing begin to labour as you felt yourself tightened around his cock. His breath pitched and a few pleas left his lips before everything cascaded down.

"Oh fuck, please!" Were the words that left his lips before he lifted his hips up, pumping his semen deep inside of you. You felt your own high wash over you, your legs tensing up at the feeling and your head tossing back as you rocked against him.

"Fuck," a breathy sigh left your lips before you lifted yourself up and untied his hands from the headboard; the two of you collapsing side by side in a mess of sweaty limbs and panting.

Your head rested on his chest and your arms slowly came down to wrap around you. There were a few moments of steady silence with the only sound being the waves gently hitting the sides of the boat and heavy breathing shared between you two. You knew that soon your legs were going to ache and your thighs were going to hurt, but for now, you could just enjoy being in his presence.

"Wanna take a bath with me, Hobie?"

hobie had never had anyone sleep in his bed before.

he's had friends over, men & women over, and he's had the houseboat so full you feel like it could sink and yet, he's never had anyone sleep in his bed before. hell, hobie hardly let anyone enter his room as it was the one place in this world he could get some peace.

no one had ever slept in his bed until he met you. there wasn't even a waiting process really, you spent the night and made yourself at home right in his bed and he never kicked you out.

even now, waking up with you tightly in his arm felt like something he was meant to do.

your head sandwiched between his arm and the pillow, one of your legs wrapped around his waist and the other one jammed between his thighs, and your arms thrown across neck and the other one bunched between your pressed chests; it all just felt right.

a bit of drool pooled onto the pillow, your lips slightly pulled apart and every so often a soft humming noise would escape your throat.

hobie grabbed the edges of your silk bonnet that was slowly slipping off your hair from the night of tossing and turning and pulled it back over your head, securing it in place.

this felt right. you sleeping in his arms like this felt like something he was meant to be doing his entire life. he kissed your temples before pulling away and then realising something... he was stuck. ensnared in your arms as if your body was a trap.

he laid underneath you with stars in his eyes; half in this reality and the other half is head so foggy he could hardly think.

hobie would do anything for you, he knew that good and well, but seeing you like this just reinforced the idea. you wore a large t-shirt, his t-shirt, your thighs straddled his waist and your pussy god send as you bounced on his cock.

there was never a time where hobie had been left speechless by a person especially by just sex.

his hands gripped at your hips and his deep brown eyes bore into yours as if begging you not to stop. hobie tried desperately to control each whimper, moan and wine that left his lips but each one tumbled out without any resistence.

your hands pressed against his bare chest, steadying yourself as you got a better angle to bounce on top of him. your perfectly manicured nails digging into his skin, and hobie knew that his chest would be covered in red hot scratch marks because of you.

oh god, he wanted more. more signs of you fucking him like this, a "please" left his lips, but when you bent down to hear him better he couldn't seem to formulate any coherent words. hobie's mind traced blank if he tried to think of anything but you.

"come on, tell me what you want, pretty boy?"

hobie had never in his life been called pretty boy, but hearing the words leave your lips made another groan echo through the home and bounce off the walls.

❥ first of all, i reject the idea that hobie hates labels to the point where he wouldn't be exclusive with you. he wouldn't necessarily call you his girl/boyfriend, but partner would be a regular word in his vocabular

❥ hobie wouldn't be thrilled to get married or to have kids, but he's slightly open to the idea of marriage because of all the legal benefits especially because he does not have a legal family

❥ there is concept art of hobie having a houseboat so now i subscribe to hobie with a houseboat theory. this man has a houseboat that he found from a junk yard that he fixed up all on his own. while he would be happy to add onto the houseboat he would be a little sad to move because he spent so much time fixing it up

❥ living with him you'll find out that he is never in silence. he always has music playing or he's always humming, you just have to get used to it. even when he's going to bed he likes to listen to the radio

❥ speaking of listening to the radio, while hobie has the means to make his own phone he just doesn't have one. he would make one if you wanted him to but more than likely he's stealing your phone to watch youtube at night or learning to diy something

❥ all of hobie's gifts are handmade ! he's punk ! he avoids buying things like the plague. everything in his cute little houseboat is handmade, second hand or bought from a super small business', but all of his gifts for you are handmade

❥ listen i say this all the time, but hobie is so handy, like super handy. almost all his appliances are hand made. he goes into every single project with the confidence of a genius (because he is). you want a tablet, he could make you a better tablet than apple could dream of (it's true)

❥ he has a hard time falling asleep though, like a really difficult time sleeping. if it's not for you then he'd be up all night just pacing around the boat or on the deck plucking his guitar

❥ hobie isn't good at opening up emotionally, so often times he does have some pretty bad nightmares and instead of opening up he's going to trail outside and strum on his guitar

EEEEE YOU STARTED IT SO YOU CAN'T BE MAD AT ME

so her name is jezebel lian sun ! she is half african american and half chinese ! her mother is black and her father is asian ! her spider person name is spider lily

she is a botanist, so she is obsessed with plants and everything in between! she is super self sufficient as her dream is to one day live off the grid, so she makes her own sweaters, clothes and most things if she can help it (usually she can), so she's pretty much a jack of all trades with hobie making up for any areas she's lacking in

speaking of hobie! i have the sweetest little love story for them!; hobie and jezebel are soulmates, they're lovers across all universes' and galaxies and the reason they became spider people is to find each other and be lovers in universes' where they don't have a respective jezebel/hobie

❥ i don't think miguel necessarily fucks as often as hobie does just because he is a super busy man, but i do think having sex with him is an experience

❥ miguel is kinky as fuck, he doesn't know or even realise he's kinky but he is such a kinky man it is ridiculous.

❥ miguel is partial to being a dom, but if he truly trusts you then he is willing to be a sub, but trust me he would not sub if you were a one night stand or something along those lines.

❥ so if you get miguel to sub then congratulations! you see a side of him that literally no one has seen before!

❥ miguel is one of those men that when he subs he tries his best to hold in any noise or sounds that he may make but he ultimately collapses and ends up just being so whiney.

❥ get ready to hear so many plea's in spanish and just be aware that he is going to dirty talk in purely spanish, so just learn spanish.

❥ i think this man is very, very much into bdsm. he enjoys being tied up completely and he enjoys tying his partner up. he's so good at tying his partner up that he can make little heart symbols with the rope in your chest (bonus points if you let him use his spider webs)

❥ miguel loves the idea of spreading your legs open and having you completely reliant on him if you let him, and he is such a mean top too. he will tease you and make you beg.

❥ he isn't christian grey though, if you're new to bdsm or if you aren't interested or if you would rather top then he is happy to take it nice and slow with you. he only enjoys bdsm if you're into it

❥ his soft, slow and loving sex can be very special to him too. he doesn't have sex often, but when he does have sex he loves to just bury himself deep inside you, plant kisses all over your neck and your lips and whisper sweet spanish words to you

❥ miguel never really gets the opportunity to make love because he hasn't really romantically loved anyone

❥ i am just going to say this now; this is definitely going to be an enemies to lovers kinda deal. hobie much prefers people who are genuine and truly raw with their feelings so there is obviously going to be a bit of a clash

❥ hobie is smart and he's super perceptive so he sees right through any flirting technique you try to play on him

❥ through all that he does still respects the hustle of being able to pull that off especially if you're targeting richer men i think he would actually find himself attracted to it

❥ hobie would egg you on even when you start dating; he'd find people for you to play with and then pretends like he finds it disgusting even though he is actively encouraging you to do it

❥ i think this would be one of those things where you would very obviously have to prove you like him and enjoy being in a relationship with him and then he'd take it more seriously

❥ i think the sex between him and someone who is coquette is going to be either super soft and loving or really rough and mean

❥ hobie doesn't believe in traditional roles but he very obviously gets jealous and possessive over you even if he knows it's all just fake and it's simply a game for you

❥ he's going to fuck you so hard, make you beg and cry his name for everyone to hear you. he wants everyone to know that while you may have "side pieces" you still come home to him

❥ he's either hammering into you or requesting so much soft loving from you, no in between

a knock on your door was all it took to bring your crashing down to reality. 

whatever high you felt quickly dissipated and turned to pure panic when you heard hobie’s voice ok the other side accompanied by intermittent knocking. “c’mon, let me in.” god, even the command in his voice was enough to send a shiver down your spine. 

“one second!” 

despite your warning the door was pushed open with you sat on your bed legs still open and panties still to the side. you didn’t even have time to feel embarrassed as lips were instantly on yours. 

hobie’s kisses were always so intoxicating. you could lose yourself in the feeling of his tongue snaking it’s way in your mouth and the feeling of his hand gripping your cheeks making you stay entangled in the kiss, not that you would ever pull away from him. 

he lifted his head up just enough to rest his forehead on yours and look down at you. “you really interrupted our time just to masturbate, were you that impatient?” you could feel the heat rise to your face and you wanted to protest; you wanted to tell him that you only left because you thought he didn’t want to have sex but only a few words left your lips. 

“please kiss me.”

hobie was happy to oblige. his lips were against yours again giving you that warm familiar feeling as his hands snaked down your body. he pulled away but only to begin trailing sloppy kisses from your lips, to your jawline and down to your neck. you could feel his fingers lift up your bunched up skirt and gently feel at the wet spot on your panties. 

you jolted slightly, embarrassment flushing your cheeks as you began to sit up but he quickly caught you and coaxed you back onto your back with well placed kisses. “relax, let me take care of you. i feel guilty for not following you in here.” 

god you would do anything for him. it was especially true when you felt his fingers slide into you. the feeling of his fingers in your already sensitive cunt. you could feel yourself throb around him even though he started sliding in and out at a slow pace. 

with his finger inside you you could hardly focus on anything else, your mind ran blank as you watched his fingers glide in and out of you better than you could have. you were so entranced that you didn’t even notice that your breasts were exposed until you could feel a mouth latched onto the nipple. 

moans slipped out of your mouth freely, your hips rocked against his fingers and the only thing you wanted was for his cock to fill you up. 

look at that; even after getting what you want you still couldn’t help but want more from him. 

“please, hobie,” the words came out but you weren’t quite sure what you were begging for. his pace increased along with your moaning and you could feel how close you were, but you waited for so long that you couldn’t help but attempt to chase away the high. 

“what do you need, my goddess, you have to use your words.” when he called you a goddess it almost sounded sarcastic coming from him and the feeling was heightened by the smirk on his face. 

god damn, that smirk on his face. you clenched up around his fingers feeling another explosion come through but this one a lot more intense than the last one. your juices spilled out onto hobie’s fingers and he made a show of licking them off. “honestly, you looked gorgeous for a slut.” he shifted from the side of your bed to the end of it and you were going to question what he was doing if his hands didn’t grip your thighs, pulling them apart, and his head didn’t shift lower. 

a moan tore from your throat as his tongue licked from one the entrance of your vagina all the way up to your clit, he made sure to stop at your clit by giving it a few sucks. “ah, and you taste good, you’re just the full package, huh?” his compliment made heat rise to your cheeks but you groaned as if egging him on. “hold on, let me take my time.” the sounds of his tongue lapping up your juices was enough to send you over the edge again, but the feeling of his mouth toying with you was exactly what you needed. 

his tongue prodded at your lips and his finger moved up to rub circles into your clit as you squirmed underneath him. “please, hobie, don’t tease me.” the words were ultimately futile as he continued licking and teasing your clit until you were nearing another climax. “please, hobie, please, please.” you chanted the words as if he’d listen but once again you hit your limit and were left a mess. your body exhausted and your mind completely blank. 

“i think that’s enough for you. you look like you’re on the verge of killing over.” it was true, you were running hot, your legs were shaking and your brain could hardly complete a coherent thought. “wanna come take a bath with me?”