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Would you write a fic on aftercare with Hobie please?
☆Hobie × GN!Reader ☆Word count: 700 ☆CW: Fluff. No use Y/N. Hobie being cute and caring. No mention of reader's appearance
Masterlist Hobie Brown Masterlist
Aftercare
Hobie’s mouth was still on yours when everything had gone quiet, slow and lingering. His hand slid up the side of your neck, thumb brushing your cheek as he kissed you then rested his forehead against yours. You were both breathing hard. He looked at you for a second, studying your face then he murmured.
“C’mere.”
Before you could question it, one arm slipped under your knees, the other around your back.
“Hobie…”
He lifted you like it was nothing. You laughed, startled, clutching his shoulders. “What are you doing?”
“Abducting you.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Yeah.”
He carried you through your flat barefoot, stepping over the clothes you tore off each others bodies earlier.
The bathroom light was warm and dim. He set you down on the edge of the tub and turned the taps.
Then he started rummaging through your cabinets below the sink.
“What are you looking for?”
He held up a bottle. “Bubble stuff.”
He poured some in, testing the water with his wrist, adjusting it until it was just right then he looked back at you.
“Come on.”
You stepped into the bath together, careful in the small space, until you settled with your back against his chest, legs tangled beneath the water. Hobie pressed a kiss to your shoulder then the side of your neck. You melted against him.
His hands moved lazily over your arms, thumbs tracing your skin under the water. After a while he reached for soap, worked it into his hands, and started washing your shoulders with care.
You turned to look at him. “You’re being very sweet.”
“Don’t spread rumors.”
You smiled. He leaned forward and kissed you again, softer this time, almost sleepy then rested his chin on your shoulder.
“You comfortable?”
“Mhm.”
He nuzzled closer. “Good.”
And when he finally helped you out, wrapped you in a towel, and led you back towards the bed. He put his t-shirt over you and he pulled his boxers on before he crawled back into bed with you. The room was quiet except for the buzz of the amp in the corner, still left on low, and the faint patter of rain tapping against your window.
You were half draped across his chest, skin warm, breathing still trying to settle. The sheets were twisted around your legs, and Hobie’s fingers were lazily tracing circles over your shoulder, absentmindedly.
Without warning, he shifted, making you whine when the warmth of him moved away.
“Where are you going?”
“Hydration,” he said seriously, like it was a political principle.
He came back in mismatched boxers with a chipped mug of water for you and one for himself, plus a packet of crackers.
You laughed. “Crackers?”
“Revolutionary recovery snack.”
You nearly choked laughing as he held the mug to your lips anyway, making sure you drank.
“Move over, trouble.” He sat next to you taking a sip of his water.
“You don’t have to do all this,” you murmured.
“Yeah, I do.”
Once he was satisfied, he tugged you back against him, pulling the blanket over both of you. Your head rested in the crook of his arm while he tucked your leg over his. His hand rubbed slow lines down your spine.
You were nearly asleep when he spoke again.
“Tell me if anything hurts.”
“It doesn’t.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“You want tea?”
You laughed into his chest. “Are you gonna make tea?”
“Tea solves most things.”
“That is such an old man thing to say.”
He kissed the top of your head. “Shut up.”
But ten minutes later, he actually made tea.
You sat at the edge of the bed while he handed you a mug, then crawled back beside you, stealing half your blanket. The rain kept falling.
“You know I like taking care of you, yeah?”
You turned toward him. “I like when you do.”
He smirked. “Good. Means I can keep crashin out at your place yea?”
Then he pulled you down until you were tucked against him again, your head over his heartbeat, his chin resting on your hair. And long after the tea went cold, Hobie kept absentmindedly stroking your back until you fell asleep.
Disclaimer: I don't own Rights to any characters mentioned nor do I consent to plagiarism of any kind. Thankyou for reading loves ;)
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