you find yourself cuddling under a blanket in hobie's lap at a crowded party, seemingly innocent. at least... at first. (a/n: just a lil drabble i wrote while i work on other things!!)
hobie x reader | 477 words
warnings: fingering, almost caught, slight voyeurism??
The bass of the music pulsed through the room, masking the subtle sounds of your uneven breathing. You sat on Hobie’s lap, a blanket draped over the both of you, hiding the way his hand was moving beneath it. His fingers were in your panties, teasing, pushing you closer to the edge as you tried desperately to keep your composure. To anyone else, it just looked like two people cuddling for warmth.
“Hobie,” you whispered through clenched teeth, your hands gripping his jacket. “Someone’s gonna see.”
He smirked against your ear, his voice low and smug. “Nah, love. They’re all too busy. Just you and me back here. Relax.” His other hand rested loosely on your waist, keeping you from moving too much.
But before you could respond, a familiar voice called your name.
“There you are!” Karl approached, his arrogant swagger already making Hobie stiffen beneath you. You froze, your eyes widening as Karl stopped in front of you both. He barely seemed to acknowledge your boyfriend, and you saw Hobie's jaw clench from the corner of your eye. He wasn't the type to get jealous, but Karl was...well, Karl. He had the sort of audacity that makes you wanna punch him in the face.
“H-hey,” you muttered under your breath, but Hobie’s fingers didn’t stop. If anything, they sped up, the deliberate movement making you gasp softly. You quickly turned it into a cough, hoping Karl didn’t notice.
“You alright?” Karl asked, frowning slightly. “You sound... off.”
“I’m fine,” you said quickly, your voice shaky and uneven. You tried to sit still, to act normal, but Hobie’s fingers curled just right, and your breath hitched audibly. Karl’s brow furrowed, his gaze flicking between you and Hobie.
Hobie, of course, looked completely unbothered. He leaned back against the chair, his arm casually draped around your waist as he smirked at Karl. “She’s fine, mate. Probably just tired. You know how it is.”
Karl hesitated, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he suspected something. But Hobie’s confident, almost lazy demeanor seemed to throw him off. After a moment, Karl cleared his throat. “Right. Well, uh, have you seen Gwen around?”
You tried to answer, but Hobie’s fingers moved faster, and the words caught in your throat. “I—I think she’s—” Another movement, sharper this time, and your voice faltered completely. You bit your lip hard, your nails digging into Hobie’s arm as you tried to hold it together.
“She’s probably by the bar,” Hobie said smoothly, saving you. “Maybe you should check there, yeah?”
Karl nodded slowly, clearly uncomfortable now. “Uh, yeah. Thanks.” He turned on his heel and walked away quickly, leaving you alone with Hobie once again.
The second Karl was gone, you turned to Hobie, glaring at him through your flushed cheeks. “You’re insane,” you hissed, your voice a mix of frustration and arousal. “He definitely noticed!”
Hobie just laughed, his fingers still working under the blanket. “Good. Maybe now he’ll take the hint and piss off.” He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your jaw as you squirmed in his lap. “C’mon, angel. Don’t stop now. You were doin’ so good.”
You opened your mouth to protest, but a moan slipped out instead, and Hobie’s grin widened. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
✩𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 - Hobie finds out the real reason for you being popular around headquarters, and his honored to fix the problem.
✩𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 - SMUT...with plot. A bit of sexism, name calling (whore, tramp), pet names, virginity taking, oral, unprotected sex(WRAP IT UP), crying
✩𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - this is based on my Hobie brown x bimbo!gf oneshot, but it's not a part two or anything of that nature, but if you want to go back and read that, you can find it here. Anywho, I hope you guys like this story❤️😘
Hobie wasn't a chatter, not even close, but ever since you and him became a thing, he tried to make himself a lot less unapproachable. Instead of sporting a serious, straight-face and expression 24/7, he carried a soft smirk most of the time. The difference sounded small, but honestly it made him seem a lot nicer. More people started conversations with him when they saw him, he was let in on topics that no one bothered to talk to him about before. Topics like you.
Hobie always wondered why it caused such a stir when you and him got together, and it boggled you just as much. If only you knew what people was saying about you. Now, it wasn't a secret to you that people knew you. You were a social person and you talked to a lot of people, but what you didn't know was what people were talking about when you walked away.
Hobie was walking through one of the halls of headquarters, hands in his pocket as he stalked down the hall in his usual attire, the only thing that was different was the bright pink bow that was tied to one of his back belt loops, courtesy of you. "Hey man, you got a little sum back there!" Someone joked as he walked past. He couldn't help but chuckle as he turned to the person who was in the hall. He never cared to learn the names of the people around headquarters, so he definitely didn't know his name, but nonetheless he still interacted with him. "I know, my girl did it," Hobie smirked. "Your girlfriend that real girly one, with the short ass skirt and shit?" The guy smirked, the description of you made him internally twitch with irritation. "Yea, what about it?" Hobie smirked as he tried to keep his cool. "Ya know, almost everybody is plotting on her, right?" He smirked, pushing himself off the wall as he walked closer to Hobie, "she's like…top wanted in all of headquarters." "Really? Why's that?" Hobie's smirk hid his urge to throw him through the wall. "You really don't know? She's the only whore that still has her virginity," the random man laughed, "after that get together last month, everyone been trying to be the first to pop her cherry. It was honestly surprising, giving that she dresses like a complete tramp--" Hobie couldn't help it anymore, one super-powered punch later, and he was laid flat out on the floor. He couldn't help but think this is what he got for trying to be nice to people as he stomped away, his objective now to find you.
You weren't hard to spot, all that glitter and rhinestones made you look like a walking star. You were chatting with Gwen, a sweet smile on your plump, pretty lips as you rambled on about god knows what. It would've made his heart melt if he wasn't so irritated. You barely had time to register his arrival as he came over and scooped you up onto his shoulder like a stack of potatoes, "I gotta borrow her for a second," Hobie uttered to Qwen as he stomped away, a hand holding your skirt down as he carried you away. "Hobs! What's going on?!" You giggled, your legs kicking a little bit as he carried you to a secluded area.
"Love, what happened at the get together?" His rushed tone stirred up worry in your chest, "why?! What happened?" You asked softly, your big doe eyes full of worry as you looked up at him. "Just-- tell me what happened darling. Tell me everything that happened," he sighed softly, realizing that his tone ushered you into a worried state. "Well…nothing really… everyone was chillin', having fun, we started drinking, and we played a few drinking games and after that, gwen took me home cause' i got too drunk," you shrugged. "Then why are people talking about something that happened at the get together and how your a virgin and all this other shit love?" He sighed softly. His hands rested on your hips as a look of embarrassment and realization washed over you. "We were playing put a finger down, and someone said put a finger down if you've had sex, and I was the only one who didn't put a finger down, and everyone made a big ass deal about it," you explained softly as you looked down. He stood there for a second, his expression blank as he processed the information before letting a chuckle out. Was that seriously it? Everyone had the hots for his girl because she admitted to being a virgin?
"Is everyone really still talking about that?" You asked softly, embarrassment evident on your face. He couldn't help but chuckle some more. "Sadly darling, you're a bit of a hot topic~" he said, a sympathetic smile on his face as his thumbs rubbed circles into your hips. You let out a whiny groan as your face fell into your hands, "oh my god~ I was hoping they would forget about that, what's even the big deal?!" You whined as your face fell into his chest, his arms wrapping around your shorter frame as he shook his head at how stupid this whole thing was. People were over sexualizing you because you wasn't sexually active.
Suddenly an idea popped into his head, causing a smirk to spread on his lips. "How about you let me fix it?" He smirked, making you look up at him with a questioning look, but as soon as you see the smirk on his lips you know what he means. Intimacy wasn't hobie's favorite thing, but shit, he willing to do damn there anything for you. "You for real?" You asked softly, your embarrassment melting away into nervousness and excitement. "Of course darling, let me show you how good I can make you feel~" his voice sultry as his big hands gripped your waist "let me fix your problem, love."~
Your head was spinning. You felt hot and everything felt like it was moving too fast and too slow at the same time. Your heart was pounding in your chest and you were a inch away from breaking into a sweat and what made it worse was nothing even happened yet. "Jus' say the word love, and I'll stop, okay?" His tone was lighthearted but his gaze was serious. The nervousness was coming off of you and waves, and he only wanted to make this easier for you. "M'kay hobs~" you uttered with a little nod of your head. You were on your knees atop his bed, looking up at his towering figure. He was trying his absolute best to ignore the mind-numbing throb that was coming from in his dick as he looked down at the sight. He had a perfect view of your cleavage and the way your big pretty doe eyes looked up at him made him wanna shove his dick down your pretty throat.
"Go on and lay back f'me love," he gently ordered, and you mindlessly obligated, sweeping your legs from under your body, swinging them off the edge of the bed as you slowly laid back, giving him a good view of your entire body. Your thick chubby thighs and wide hips paired with the little chubbiness of your tummy and your perky tits sitting prettily in your hot pink bra that peaked out of your white tank top sent him mentally flying. "You ready darling?" He asked, his voice soft and caring.
With a simple nod from you he sprung into action. His hands sliding up your bare thighs, slipping under your sparkly pink skirt as he gently rubbed and gripped them before spreading your knees apart. Your heart thumped out of your chest as you watched him lower himself down to his knees, making his face level with your heat. You propped yourself up onto your elbows as you watch him bunch up your skirt. Hobie's cock twitched in his pants at the sight before him; you were wearing hot pink lacy panties, which matched your hot pink bra, and he could see the outline of your soft pussy lips and swollen clit through the soaked fabric. "Fuckk" he breathed as he paced himself. The sound you let slip past your lips when he gently pressed the pad of his thumb into your clothed clit made it harder for him to control himself. He had to remind himself that this wasn't for him, it was for you.
His thumb circled your clothed clit a few times before gently pushing on your sobbing hole, coaxing a few soft whines out of you before finally hooking his fingers onto the sides of your panties. You eagerly lift your hips as he tugs the flimsy-and damp- fabric down your legs. Hobie was happy to see that your nervousness were slowly melting away, being replaced by eagerness and excitement. Hobie's mind spun wildly as he caught a glimpse of strings of your wetness pulling away with your panties, you were fucking soaked.
You let out a breathy giggle as you watch him pocket your panties, but your giggle quickly turns into a moan when you feel his finger slip in between your folds. He could feel you clenching around nothing, he didn't even have a chance to slip is finger into you. "Relax darling, I got you," he cooed as his other hand reached up to rest on your lower stomach his thumb rubbing soft circles into your skin as he slowly slid his finger in. Fuck you were tight, he could only imagine how your tightness felt wrapped around his cock and he almost came in his pants.
You quickly found out that Hobie was a pussy drunk, his tongue deep in your soaked cunt as his thumb rubbed tight circles into your clit. You couldn't even squirm away from him as he coaxed moans and whines from you, his strong arms were wrapped around your thighs, keeping you right where he wanted you. You thought you were gonna die the first few minutes, but once he found the spot in you that made you moan the loudest, you were a goner. He was a messy eater too, the sound of him suckling hard on your clit only made your walls clench, which only made him suck and lick harder as he groaned deep in your pussy.
By time he finished his meal, you were two orgasms deep and your cunt was filled with slick and spit, the same mess that was on his face. You panted as you watch him get up off of his knees, thankful for the break, but your mind went wild when you heard his belt buckle and his pants zipper. Hobie chuckled at the sight of your eyes widening when you saw how big he was. 8 inches of pure girth. How the hell was that gonna fit in you?! "Hobs, I don't think it's gonna fit~" you whimpered softly as your thighs subconsciously closed. He could see the fear and nervousness written all over your face and he couldn't help but coo at you.
His hand gently grabbed your jaw, forcing you to take your eyes off of his lower region and lock eyes with him before deeply kissing you, his tongue slipping into your mouth. Your eyes rolled back as you tasted yourself on his tongue as it explored your whole mouth, a long string of saliva connecting you both as he pulled away. "Don' worry love, I got you, okay?" He cooed softly, earning a soft nod and a "m'kay" from you. "Remember, jus' say the word, and I'll stop," he reminded you. You were starting to relax again, allowing him to spread your thighs apart with his torso, until he reached down, grabbing his length so he could guide it in you.
His cock was twitching in his hand, leaking precum from the tip. It left you feeling excited and scared. He was just so big, but all your thoughts disappeared out of your mind when you felt his messy, precum slicked tip start to push past your folds, making you clench down as your head lolled back.
You were a complete and utter moaning mess, but Hobie stayed patient with you, pausing whenever you clenched too tightly and constantly comforting you and coaxing you through it. The sight of you under him, face scrunched up with pain and pleasure as strings of moans and whines spilt past your lips as he sunk deeper and deeper into your pussy was enough to make him cum now. "You doin' so good f'me darling, good fucking girl, so wet, so fucking tight," he grunted into your neck, sucking hickeys into your soft skin, his eyes rolling back as you clenched around him at his words. "Hobs! m'cant~ your too big~" you whined as your walls choked his dick. He looked down in between you, you didn't even make it halfway. " shhh i know love, but imma need you to relax for me. It'll fit, jus' stay with me now ," he grunted as you whined out, your cunt milking little bits of cum out of his dick.
By time you got past the halfway mark, you were in tears, clinging onto his arms, which was holding him up on either side of your head. His heart ached slightly as you looked up at him, tears spilling down the sides of your face as you panted, "d-did I do it? Is it in?" You whimpered, making his head spin, it felt disgusting how much it turned him on to see you crying like that. He bit back a groan as he looked down between the two of you again. His whole body momentarily went weak, your small, tight, weeping pussy, stretched wide around his dick. You only had two inches left. "Almost darling, your doing so good f'me, yea? Just a little more, okay? You ready?" He cooed softly, kissing away your tears. "m'kay~" you whimpered.
If he kept dragging this out with you, he was gonna bury before he even got a thrust in. He braced himself before slammed into you, forcing the last two inches into your pussy. Your eyes widened and a silent scream left your parted lips, wincing at the pain as Hobie quickly wrapped a arm around you, holding you close. "Fuckk~ good fucking girl, see love? I got you, its all in now. M'so proud of you darling," he could feel you clenching around him at the praise as you whimpered into his neck, fighting off the urge to scream out.
"Soo fucking big~" you cried softly as you slowly got used to the large intrusion. "Shh I know, I know love, but your doin' so good," he cooed as he waited for the signal to move.
Before you knew it, he was fucking you dumb, jerking your body deeper and deeper into the mattress with each thrust. The mixture of moan, whines, screams, and incoherent babbles left your lips as he held the back of your knees up, giving him the perfect view of your small pussy getting abused by his cock as you left a gorgeous ring of your juices around his base. He watched as your eyes rolled back when he hit that one gummy spot in you, groaning as you clenched down on him tightly. He would sometimes give your cheek a soft tap whenever your watery eyes rolled back, wanting to make sure you were still coherent enough to tell him if you wanted to stop, even if he knew that you wouldn't want to.
It only took a good few more thrusts in the right spot for you to cum all over his dick, clenching so tightly on him that he could move as you screamed out, forcing him to cum too as he groaned into your neck.
You both were a panting mess, your hair messy and hickeys all over your neck, and his arms all scratched up and his mouth and chin still covered in your slick. "m'like when you fix my problems," you panted softly, earning a deep chuckle from him.
Me reading old ATSV / ITSV fanfics and watching the edits I saved in my camera roll of my hot wookie poos, knowing that i wont get any new ones until the next movie comes out 💔
Can u pls do Hobie x fem!reader smut where he comes home from a mission and is all tired until he sees reader sitting on the bed in a lingerie dress… yk what happens next 😉
☆Hobie Brown x Fem!reader (Earth-138 Hobie Brown) ☆Word Count: 1.2K ☆CW: blowjob, oral m receiving, Smut with a plot. sub hobie ☆Authors note: I am in New York rn so I thought it would be fitting to write for Earth 138 Hobie. Its also been a min since I wrote Hobie smut, enjoy!!
Shower Steam
The apartment was dark except for the warm glow of a lamp in the corner of the bedroom.
Hobie quietly shut the front door behind him, peeling off his mask as he leaned against the wall.
Today had been awful. A collapsed building in Brooklyn and a chase across three boroughs. Some bloke with a homemade laser cannon and underneath all of it, the constant pressure sitting heavy on his chest. He was tired. For a moment, he just stood there, listening to the silence then he heard your voice.
"Hobie?" you called out sleepy.
His shoulders loosened slightly. You were sitting up in bed, blanket pooling around your waist. You had fell asleep waiting up for him, wine glass on your bedside table. You were still wearing white open front lingerie dress and a matching lace thong underneath that you hat put on in the hopes that he would make it home early. The sight of you felt unreal after the chaos he'd spent the day in.
"There you are," you murmured.
"Yeah."
You frowned at his tone. "Hobie…”
"I'm alright," he said quietly
"Liar,” you replied, crawling out of bed. You took his hands in yours and guided him to the bathroom. “I need to wash the streets off you,” you say teasingly.
He chuckled wearily, allowing you to guide him to the shower. He closed the door behind the two of you and you sat at the edge of the tub.
“Do you want a shower or a bath?” you ask. He rocked back on his heel before nodding to the shower. You stand and help him get out of his suit. “Tell me about your day,” you say as you peel the suit off his chest, running your hands over his body.
Hobie sighed, leaning into your touch like a cat starved for affection. The suit was torn at the shoulder, smudged with soot and what might’ve been blood, slid off easily under your careful fingers.
“Long,” he admitted. “Some guy decided to rob a subway station wearing my mask.” He huffed a tired laugh, shaking his head as you peeled away the last of it. “Had to chase ‘em through three boroughs. Broke my favorite pair of boots.” He wiggled his socked feet dramatically before pulling them off too.
“So are you okay?”
Hobie turned his face toward you, the tension in his jaw softening as he met your eyes. The dim bathroom light caught the bruise forming near his cheekbone and a fresh scrape along his temple. He gave a slow nod, reaching up to brush a thumb over your wrist where it rested on him.
“Just banged up,” he murmured. “Nothing that won’t heal.” His hands rose and brushed along your shoulders as he began unfastening the clips of your white lingerie dress. The front clip popped open, revealing your bare chest that was under the lace. He kissed between the valley of your breasts and another on your collarbone.
“Get in the shower,” you playfully slapped his ass and he yelped a high, indignant sound.
“Hey!” he protested, mock-offended at your teasing smile. Without another word, he turned on the shower faucet that steamed up fast in your small bathroom. He stuck out his tongue at you playfully before peeling off what remained of his clothes and stepped inside the shower. He reached for you again, hand outstretched through the curtain of water.
“C’mon,” he said. When you slipped into the shower behind him, you peeled the thong off leaving it on the floor outside the shower. His arms wrapped around your waist under the spray.
You lean in to kiss him sloppily. Hobie tilted his head, one hand cradling your jaw while the other pressed flat against your lower back, pulling you against him. A soft moan slipped out your mouth when he nipped gently at your bottom lip.
You felt his hardened dick rubbing your belly so you ran your fingers over his tip before gripping it. Hobie’s body jerked and a low groan rumbled in chest. His forehead dropped to yours as you started to stroke slowly. Hobie’s breath turned ragged with each stroke of your hand. He bit down on his lower lip hard, trying to stay quiet, but little whimpers came out.
You smiled at the sound of his moans before you got down on your knees, water cascading down your bodies as you continued to stroke. His hands flew to your jaw guiding you to his tip. You took a lick of the precum off his tip before rolling it on your tongue. He looked down at you through half-lidded eyes, and when he saw the teasing look in your eyes he nearly came right then.
You took all of him in gagging a little at the girth of him. A choked gasp tore from his throat and his knees nearly buckled, his hand slamming flat against the shower wall to steady himself. His head tipped back with a shuddering groan as your head bobbed on his dick. You hummed softly as your tongue swirled around him. Your hands wrapped around the base.
Each slow movement of your mouth sent sparks through his nerves. His hips twitched again chasing more. When you took him deeper his breath came out in broken little moans. “please… nyeahh… right there,”
You took him out of your mouth with a soft plop, saliva trailing from your mouth to his tip and you started stroking again. Hobie whimpered when you pulled away. He stared down at you through wet lashes, chest heaving. Every pass of your thumb over the tip made him twitch “Fuck… fuck…”
“Can you come for me baby?” The way you said it nearly undid him completely, he nodded fast in response.
“Yeah,” he breathed, voice cracking on the word. “God… yeah.”
His hips jerked forward into your hand chasing release and his breath came in short gasps as the coil inside him tightened. Hobie’s entire body tensed in a full-body shudder running from his toes to the top of his head. His mouth fell open and a choked, desperate moan echoed through the steamy bathroom.
His knees wobbled and he had to slump against the wall for support as wave after wave crashed over him. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain. His cum leaked out in spurts on your breasts and face, you opened your mouth to also get some on your tongue.
Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, overloaded with the sensation of how good you always made him feel. He panted heavily afterward, dazed, smiling weakly down at you.
“Good boy,” you say as you stand to your feet. You playfully smack his ass again before turning to grab your body wash.
With a pouty huff, he reached for his own soap and began washing off properly.
“So are we gonna…” he starts and trails off.
You glance at him and snort while washing his cum off your tits. “Are we gonna fuck?” you finish his sentence and he nods. “Hobie, wash the streets off you and maybe I'll give you some later okay?”
He nods eagerly and gets to showering all while stealing glances at you like an idiot hopelessly in love.
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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Tags (suck at this): Smut. Pillow plushie humping. Hobie gets off to your clothes? Minimal reader appearance — though very present. No description of reader *at all* — gender neutral reader. Hobie's so damn desperate. Established relationship. English is not author's first language (scapegoat for grammatical errors). Hobie is terrible at getting flirty hints.
Word count: 1071
A/N: This is not the little autistic!reader x hobie I promised, I got derailed okay 😭 but I can keep working on that one now. Have this as a snack.
Humping and pumping, pummeling and jerking, repeatedly slamming. That was Hobie's pelvis against that big ass plushie you gave him for valentines quite a while ago.
The blue bunny was about half as big as himself, so one of his toned arms just had to be holding onto it; sneaking under his humid torso to grip it in place even if it destabilized him a little.
Half an hour ago he might have said, «Nah. I'm not that desperate.».
Half an hour ago he might have thought that this was a ridiculous idea, not the kind of thing he'd do.
Half an hour ago he might, or not, have gotten a little too infatuated with some used clothes of yours that you'd forgotten at his place — at first he just took a shirt and thought, oh? How comforting; sniffing it really feels just like giving you a great hug, he might borrow it.
Then he saw your underwear mixed with his, and some cables started crossing in his mind. And the musky smell he pretended not to care about, even with no one else at home, started affecting his body in an almost embarrassing manner.
“Fuck. Hah- shit.” his heated breath became a heated fog in the cold space, hitting the mattress.
But he didn't have to hold back now, did he? It's not Iike... you would mind... he's your very new partner after all, you know he loves you, it's just expected that he finds you so fucking attractive that it makes him do things. Things like rubbing and sliding his hardened dick on a plush. A plush with some clothes. Maybe your clothes, or maybe not... Thinking about, taking into account, that the almost invisible stain on the inside of your underwear was your juices that he was rubbing against. Who knows why it was so wet, precisely when you'd been at his place too and took a particularly long shower — he felt dizzy at the possible implications.
He imagined, with a considerable amount of conflict sitting in his stomach, that it was you he was thrusting from behind. Gosh, he was that desperate wasn't he? For you, for some attention, love, and specially for proper friction. It's not that these kind of things ashamed him in general, hell, total opposite. It was more of the fact that it was you, somehow managing to flip his heart upside down whenever he thought about you, and the fact that he was picturing you in this way without your knowledge.
If he could, he'd be biting the sheets, trying to convince himself they're the soft skin of your shoulders and neck. He'd done that before when cuddling, he knows it makes you shiver.
Would you sigh if he whispered sweet-things right behind, maybe a little under, the shell of your ear? Would you moan at that? He'd probably discover soon anyway.
He thought about the soft, pink cushion in your mouth; your cheeky and not-at-all slick attempts at trying to get his attention; how nice you were to him. Fuck, were you nice to him. Would you be so nice in bed? He let his mind wander further.
Could you ask kindly, seductively for him to thrust into you from behind like he was doing to that inanimate object? Maybe you'd be nervous as you did? Or as he tasted and felt you squirming in his mouth? Perhaps there'd be a contrast in how you were in bed to your every-day lives — bolder, assertive, a little mean. Shit.
Would you dare speak dirty to him?
Riiiiiiiiiing. Riiiiiiiiiing.
His pace faltered. Just as he was getting there, the phone rang from the living. He let it.
Riiiiiiiiiing. Riiiiiiiiiing.
He clicked his tongue and paid it no mind. His heavy breathing began to grow into pants, and his panting amounted into irregular whimpers. His heart picked up significantly.
His breath cut-off abruptly and the single drop of sweat on his temple fell to the mattress. His grip on the fake fur of the bunny clenched intermittently; and when he had finished staining your clothes as he slid with force one last time and spilled himself onto them, his nose couldn't help avoiding a sharp intake of air to compensate for the prior lack.
Funny shapes ran away from the darkness behind his eyelids, Hobie controlled the gasps for air his lungs urged him to take to slow down. He took a deep breath, rested his temple on the bed, and let go of the poor bunny which was beginning to resemble the crumpled paper sheet of an academically frustrated student.
He kneeled upright, zoned out while he stared at your clothes still making contact with his, now softened, dick. His hands rested on the 'hips' of the plush, it could very well be the plush of your own.
Riiiiiiiiiing. Riiiiiiiiiing.
“Bloody hell.” he slid off your impersonator and walked over to the phone, not even caring to put on some clothes. It's not like anyone would see him.
Who the fuck was being so insistent? He hoped it wasn't anything crime related, though that'd be unlikely, he wasn't in the mood to kick ass right now, just kiss it. He picked up the phone from the wall, preparing to rub off a possible spam call.
Riiiiiiiiii— “What? Who is it?”
“Caught you in a bad mood?” your slightly distorted voice echoed from the other line. His eyes widened.
“Babe! No, hell. No. It's... Not at all. What's happenin'?”
“Nothing, really. Just missed you. Are you doing anything?”
Hobie looked back to his bed from the living room; the wrecked bunny had a barely discernible streak of white dripping from the back.
“... No. Why? Wanna have a chat?”
“I was thinking we could hang out at my place, maybe. Like, right now.” you spoke casually, though there was a noticeable measuring in your cadence. “Have some fun. I miss you.”
His heart skipped a beat. “Ah. I miss you too, love.” he looked around and walked around picking up random clothes scattered on the floor, trying not to get too far from the wall the phone was connected to. “Should I, uh, bring anything? Ya tell me.”
“Mm. Protection?”
He blinked. Was his brain still fogged up?
“Didn't catch that?”
“Bring some protection.”
“...I don't think I'm deepin' it.”
“I wanna fuck, Hobie.”
Oh, duh. He mentally slapped himself right across the face.
A/N: this is me bored :) pls don't let the fandom die ࣪ ִֶָ˚꩜｡
Warnings: 🔞 smut!
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Hobie and you have been dating for a while. He hates labels, yeah, but Hobie is over the moon for you — so this is a formal, monogamous relationship.
At least, that’s what he said while you and he were making love for the first time.
So… Hobie could never break his promise about being yours, right?
But lately, you can’t help but feel insecure about his friendship with Gwen.
God, you like that girl. But you dislike how well she and your Hobie get along.
Hobie lets her stay on his canal boat. You thought it was nice of him, but then he lends her his sneakers and even his vest.
Next thing you know, Gwen is joining his band. That’s great.
So now she spends more time with him than you do.
In your defense, it’s kinda logical that you’d feel insecure about this whole situation. What if Hobie likes her more than you? No, that’s not possible.
You’re so lost in your own thoughts and insecurities that you forget Hobie is also there with you, in your bedroom.
He comes over most nights after his patrols — you patch him up, and then the two of you make love.
“A penny for your thoughts, luv?” His Cockney accent bursts your bubble.
“Uh…” You tilt your head and smile slightly. “It’s nothing, Hobie.”
Hobie raises an eyebrow. He knows you so well. “C’mon, luv. You know you can tell me anything.” He cups your cheeks and rubs your cheekbone with his thumb.
You love when he touches you like this — so careful, so tender. “Talk to me, Y/N,” he asks, his nose brushing against yours, making you weak.
“I just… can’t help but think you’re better with Gwen.” His body tenses and after a few seconds that feel like an eternity, he asks, concerned, “Why d’you think that, luv?”
You sigh. “You know why. You two get along so well. It’s kind of hurtful to see how good she matches with you. I mean, she’s a member of your band and a Spider-Person — both of you have so much in common. And I…” You look away and whisper, “She’s got everything that I don’t have. How could I ever compete with that?”
Your words are cut off when Hobie kisses you — passionately, hungrily — making you gasp in surprise. But you kiss him back, exploring his mouth, seeking more.
“Gwen’s just my friend. You’re my lover,” he says, looking straight into your eyes. “You got it?" He asks bluntly, and you nod — but that’s not what he wants.“Say it, Y/N.”
“I'm your lover.”He smirks and says, “That’s a good girl,” before kissing you again. His free hand squeezes your breast, —this man loves palying with your nipples— and before you know it, he’s thrusting into you — raw, but soft.
“H-Hobie, right there.” Your pussy flutters around him as his hips move in a quick, fast rhythm. He goes as deep as he can, making you whimper every time the blunt head of his cock rubs that lovely, deep spot inside you — the one that makes you weak. It becomes repetitive, almost desperate.
You moan into the kiss.
You can't never get enough of him.
Your pussy tightens around his hard length as he kisses your neck, and you whimper loudly when he rubs your clit, making you clench.
God, Hobie knows how to touch you. He has spent many long nights exploring your body.
His balls slap against your skin, the wet sound of flesh meeting flesh is sinful.
Hobie grunts and groans as he buries himself deeper inside you. Fuck, he loves making love with you. In fact, he loves you.
And he can’t believe you thought he would be better with Gwen.
“Fuck… y/n… I’m not gonna last if you keep clenching me like that.” Your fingers intertwine with his.
“Don’t mind—cum inside me, Hobie,” you whimper.
And well, let’s just say that after Hobie fills you up with his seed, he goes again, over and over, until you’re dripping his seed and begging him to stop.
Pairing: stoner!Hobie Brown x stoner!Reader
Word Count: 3.1k words
Prompt: High Sex
Warnings: NSFW, smut, drug/weed use, smoking, high sex, brief nipple play, fingering, brief handjob, creampie, aftercare, swearing...
A/N: Yeah, so I started this while I was high. It was really fun. Finished it with the worse migraine none to man. It was not really fun. But anyway, it's done! I know February is over but I'm going to try to finish most of the prompts before I end the event. Thank you and enjoy!
“Dunno why you keep doin’ that if ya just gonna keep coughin’, luv.”
You turn to Hobie, your vision of him hazy with the tears in your eyes. Smoke swirls around your head and makes the tips of your ears tingle. You're not having a pleasant time as your lungs seize with every heaving cough.
You desperately grab a bottle of water, opening it and forcing water over your throat to ease the sting. Though he laughs, Hobie’s hand strokes a small line along your bare thigh, his thumb tracing circles into your skin. Eventually, you calm down and your eyes are clear enough to see him through.
“Thanks so much for your help,” you gasp.
He's unfazed, watching you with red eyes and a large grin as he laughs. “My pleasure, darlin’.”
You set the blunt on the tray on his bedside table. You throw a leg over his lap, settling on top of his sweatpants. You place your hands on his bare chest, stroking curious fingers over the muscle you find.
You dip down slowly, catching his lips with a content sigh. His hands settle on your hips, gently squeezing the fat of your thighs with his own hum. You're both melting into the other, your touches grabby and unfocused. Your lips are less concerned with kissing and more concerned of feeling as much of the other as physically possible.
Your whole body is tingling, from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. You're so eager, you're both rocking together as you each seek the other out.
Hobie’s mouth presses to the curve of your jaw, moving farther down until he's mouthing at your throat. You let him, lifting your chin to allow him the space he needs.
He raises a hand beneath the oversized shirt you'd stolen from him, caressing your skin with a hum. You sigh breathily, every sensation a million times better as his thumb catches your nipple.
“Hobes,” you whisper.
“Yeah?” He smirks up at you. “What is it, luv? Talk to me.”
“Need you,” you murmur, rolling your hips slowly in his lap. He grunts lightly, letting his head fall back a bit as his thumb continues to stroke gentle circles over your nipple.
You huff gently, every flick of his finger deepening the need in your belly. “Fuck, baby,” he hums. “Keep goin’. Just like that f’me.”
He wraps his lips around your nipple, licking and sucking at it and humming appreciatively to himself when he hears your moans. He's so much taller than you that his back bends strangely just to be able to reach your breasts.
You arch into him, your hips still rolling. You can feel him hardening beneath you. The stiffness in his sweatpants pokes against you and creates the perfect source of friction as you channel your clit down onto it. You grind your hips down on him, listening to his groans and reveling in the pleasure.
You feel like glitter; your body tingles all over, glimmering with a feeling you don't think you'll ever get out.
Your mind is pulled away from its wandering when you feel his hand slipping into your panties. The warmth of his fingers press against your wet folds, rubbing at your clit briefly before pushing farther back and sinking inside of you.
You shudder, your lips split to allow shallow breaths to pass through. You clench around his fingers, long and curling as you huff. You're whining, grinding your hips down into his palm as you let your breath waver.
“Fuck, Hobie,” you moan, enjoying the delightful stretch his fingers provide. He thrusts them in and out of you, deep but slow and almost lazy. His red eyes watch you intently, mesmerized by the sight of your pinched brows and parted lips.
“Yeah, baby, there ya go. Ride my hand just like that, filthy girl.” His lips latch onto your other nipple, grunting as the tip of his tongue teases it. Your hands grip his shoulders, using him for support as his fingers make it impossible to stay still.
“Oh, god, please don't stop,” you huff, feeling everything becoming increasingly fuzzy as you feel your body getting light. You feel like you're brimming with light, bursting at the seams with brightness and yet pleasantly hollowed out of any sensation all the same.
The pads of his fingers stroke a spongy part inside of you that makes your breath hitch and moans fall freely from your throat. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
You dip your hand into his sweatpants, fishing out his cock and pumping it in your fist in long, slow strokes. His hips lift up into your hand, a broken moan slipping out and rumbling in his chest. Your fingers wrap around him, squeezing lightly at the thickness you've grown to adore.
Precum leaks from his tip and onto your fingers, making each tug of his cock more fluid, more smooth. His brows pinch together, his lips parted slightly. As you lean in to catch his lips, you moan at the feeling of his lip piercing chilling against your skin. Your mouths are dry from the weed, but that doesn't deter either of you from the desire budding within yourselves to keep tasting the other.
He uses his free hand to remove his pants from his legs, kicking them off and sitting back down. “You ready for me, luv? Y’feel ready.” He nips at your neck, flicking his tongue out over your skin.
“Yeah. ‘M ready,” you nod, still nudging your hips in time with his hand. You whine when he pulls them out of you, eliciting his own chuckle.
“C'mon, sweet thing.” He holds you to his chest, lifting you up enough to guide the head of his cock to your pussy. He rubs it through your folds, encouraging them apart until he's able to sink you down on him.
You hold your breath, your eyes shut as you feel the way he slowly presses inside of you. It fills you up bit by bit until you're flush in his lap. You let out a shuddering breath, your hands at his chest as you sit there, relishing, savoring.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groans, watching you with lidded eyes. “Y’feel so good, luv.”
You let out a short breath through your parted lips. Your pussy flutters around him as you slowly move your hips in slow, deep grinds. There isn't a lot of movement—there doesn't have to be. You keep him as deep as you can, whimpering every time the blunt head of his cock rubs against that lovely, deep spot inside of you that makes you weak. It becomes a repetitive, almost desperate pursuit to just feel that, as much as possible, as deeply as possible. You need it to fill every crevice of your being until you're limp with it.
“H-Hobie, right there.” Your fingers curl around his shoulders, pressing into the muscle. He moans at the feeling, the pads of your fingers digging into the spots on his shoulders that releases tension he forgets he holds there.
His hands tighten on your waist, just to have something to hold as you continue to grind on him. It feels good, amazing. You could be here forever, savoring every single movement of your hips, every crease of his brows, every curve of his lips, every little sound that slips from the both of you into the sluggish, dopey air between you.
Your hips become more insistent, but you don't change any technique. Though you move a little faster, you keep rolling your hips back and forth on his lap. You're both rocking together, huffing and moaning into the other as the feelings just keep dragging on into this wonderful coiling in your belly.
“Oh, god. Feels so good, baby,” you coo, leaning in to kiss at his neck, your teeth scraping gently at the skin with an appreciative touch. “You're amazing.”
He's too dazed to make any jokes of any nature. The feeling of your hips is numbing his already numbing brain. “Shit, I love you, darlin’.”
The words seep into your skin like honey, make you feel smooth and rich and so, so nice. You smile, leaning forward some more to wrap your arms around him. You lift your hips a little, sinking back down on him and gasping lightly at the new pleasure you find. It cuts off your response, overcoming your fuzzy brain with a new sensation and a new goal to chase it.
You lift your hips again, dropping down a little rougher and continuing the movements until you're breathless. “Oh, Hobie–” You whine.
His grip on your waist tightens, just the flex of his fingers digging into your flesh. He moves his hands down to your hips, following the movements of your eager body up and down on him as his sounds mix with yours. “Keep goin’, sweets. Just like that, yeah.”
You dip down, meeting his lips again in an eager kiss. You breathe him in like you would a joint, deep breaths pulling into your lungs and lingering there as you dip your tongue past his lips to taste him.
In your mind, your movements become faster and faster. In your kind, there's a frenzy of pleasure that's swirling and building as you search it out with desperate grinds of your hips and heightened moans and grabbing hands, when really, it's an irregular rock of your hips, almost lethargic but so needy as you seek out any amount of pleasure that you can find.
You reach over to the nightstand, retrieving the blunt once more. You take a long drag from it, letting the smoke circulate through your lungs with dazed eyes. Hobie raises one hand to cradle the side of your head, bringing you down to join your lips again. You blow the smoke out slowly into his waiting mouth as he breathes it in ardently.
Smoke swirls around the both of you, out of his nose to entwine elegantly around your heads. Your vision continues to be softened around the edges, reduced to a pleasant fuzziness that makes the pleasure that much more enticing.
“C’mere, baby,” he says, his voice sticky with both affection and a fond fatigue. He wraps his strong arms around you, pulls you flush against his body. You feel as he shifts the both of you to lay you on your back, leaning over you like a pretty behemoth.
You stare up at him with droopy eyes that kiss in the corner, your smiles sticky with fondness. You trace your fingers dazedly around the edges of his lips and his nose and his eyebrows. He stares at you with red eyes that looks like he's gazing at precious gemstones.
“How're you feelin’, precious? Y’feel good?” He dips down to kiss the corner of your lips. You giggle lightly, nodding up at him happily.
“Feel really good. Love you, baby,” you coo, lifting your head to meet him in another kiss. He hums, chuckling as he accepts it in earnest.
“Gonna make you feel even better, yeah? How's that sound, babe? You want that?” He says it so close to your ear, in this deep and rumbling purr. You shudder, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist and pulling him in as you crave his touch and all the pleasure he has to give you.
“Yeah. Want that, want you, Hobie-honey,” you murmur. Your fingers just keep brushing along his jawline, feeling the heat of his skin and relishing it.
He chuckles, trying not to dissolve under your touch as he presses his lips to the apples of your cheek. “I got you, lovely. You just stay right there and moan for me, yeah?” You nod sluggishly, happy to do whatever he wants.
Hobie steadied himself, one hand on the mattress beside your head and the other resting at your hip. When he thrusts inside of you once more, deep inside to feel how well you envelope him, you moan in surprise. With the numb pleasure of your earlier position, the wonderful feeling of having him close, having him deep inside, just feeling him pressing into you, you'd almost forgotten how good it felt to have it the other way around.
He pulls back a bit to thrust back inside, and you lose breath at the pleasure that explodes all around you. He quickly builds pace, much better at bringing focus in this state than you are with his heightened abilities.
You wrap a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down so your foreheads meet. He's muttering something you're not quite hearing, too dazed and fuzzy to pay attention beyond the steady thrusts of his hips. You grab onto his arm to steady yourself, throwing your head back against the mattress to moan and gasp as he takes it as an opportunity to kiss and suck at your neck.
“Fuck, Hobie. Please don’t stop,” you gasp.
“Why would I do that, eh?” he smiles, breathless and as happy as you. “When you feel so good. When you're feelin’ so good.” He kisses your neck, down to your collarbone with a deep hum. “I got you, sweetie. You know I got you.”
The sounds filling the room are nothing if not lewd. The smacking of his hips into you, the wet sounds of each drag of his cock, your whimpers and moans, his breaths that are bordering on moans of his own. It swirls and swirls until it's all turning into more pleasure in your brain. You're fuzzy with it, in mind and body. You grasp onto him for dear life and continue to get high off him.
When he presses his finger to your clit and rubs in quick, measured circles, you're done for. You whine as you relish in the pleasure, holding onto him as he holds onto you. Every flex of his fingers, every snap of his hips, every brush of his pelvis flush against your own, it's clouding your brain in more and more lust until you cannot possibly think to focus on anything.
“I'm gonna cum,” you gasp, like a revelation. It hits you out of nowhere, but you welcome it with enthusiasm. “Don't stop, Hobie. I'm gonna cum for you.”
“Yeah, that's right,” he breathes, moving quicker, deeper. He's on the verge, spurred on by your pleasure, by your eager cunt. “Come on, luv. I got you, I got you.”
The coil tightens in your belly, more and more and more until you can't stand it. You breathe in until you can't anymore, the edges of your vision going white. He listens to the pitch of your moans rise higher and higher.
Your back arches off the bed when you cum. Your breath had been so deep before, that it's let out in a series of short huffs that tremble in your lungs and make you dizzy. “H-Hobie,” you gasp, grasping onto him for dear life. “Oh, fuck. Oh, my god.” You're babbling something, but your mind is too hazy to make out any of the words.
Your pussy flutters around him, clenching and squeezing as you cum undone beneath him. His name falling from your lips swarms his brain and sets him over the edge, like a call he has no choice but to answer as he breathes you in, tastes the sweat in your skin. He thrusts as deep inside of you as he can, carried away by the feeling of your warmth as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you so close that you're not sure there's any distance left to be crossed. He pulls you close like he's trying to align your atoms, match them like perfect puzzle pieces so that you phase into each other and finally become one.
“O-oh, shit, luv.” He cum inside of you with an almost choked sound, his brows pinching together as he wraps his body around yours. Your sounds mix in the air in a loving symphony, riding out your highs to their fullest extent, only emphasized by the high in your system. It's indescribable, but so amazingly wonderful.
When you eventually float down from the cloud you'd gotten lost in, you lay back against the mattress with a body heavy as bricks. Everything is fuzzy around the edges. Your toes and your fingertips tingle like pop rocks, and you feel like you're going to fall asleep at any moment now.
Hobie pulls out of you, kissing every inch of your face as he whispers little words of praise and affirmation and really anything he can think of into your skin. He kisses your cheeks and your lips and your eyelids and the tip of your nose. He kisses the spot just below your ear, your collarbone, your throat, down to the valley of your breasts. None of it is inherently sexual in the slightest manner. He kisses you like he's worshipping you. He kisses you like you're meant to be praised for your perfection. The chill of his piercing makes you shudder.
Your hands smooth lazily over his body, over any skin you can find without having to move from your spot. Your eyelids are heavy, sticky with each slow blink. Your mouth is incredibly dry. He hears when you smack, the discomfort from the lack of hydration settling into your tongue.
“Water.”
He chuckles, already reaching for it as he sits you up enough to help you drink. You do, eagerly. He has to slow you down before you end up choking on that, too.
“Alright, alright,” he laughs, pulling it away and setting it down. He kisses you again, this time swiftly but still so loving.
He grabs some tissues to clean you up with, taking his time to take care. Then he's scooping you up in his arms and laying on his back and plopping you down on top of him. He's much bigger than you and much stronger than you, and you've gotten over the whole “I don't want to put all my weight on you” a long time ago. You lay on him like an oversized teddy, curling up and nuzzling into the crook of his neck with a deep breath.
“I love you, Hobie,” you whisper, kissing him gently.
He hums deep in his chest, a smile curling his lips. “Love you, too, darlin’ girl.” His hand strokes your back in a gentle, loving pattern. It feels so perfect, and it's so easy to fall asleep on top of him.
“That's cute,” he mumbles, glancing at you with a tiny chuckle.
*ੈ𑁍༘⋆両面宿儺 ┊͙ sucking off gamer boyfriend.ᐟ Yuji while he’s playing the game. 18+
The frantic clicking of Yuji's controller is a familiar, comforting sound. He’s deep into a co-op campaign with Megumi, their voices a low murmur through his headset. You, on the other hand, are deep into a campaign of your own, nestled between his spread thighs on the gaming room floor.
You start slow, just kitten licks to the head of his half-hard cock. He tenses immediately, his thighs clamping around your shoulders.
"Babe, no," he whispers, his voice a strained hiss. He glances down at you, his eyes wide with panic. "Megumi's right there. He can hear everything."
You just smirk, taking him fully into your mouth. He's hard in an instant, a low, choked sound escaping his lips. He quickly mutes his mic.
"Sorry, Gumi, uh… dog started barking," he lies, his voice shaky. He unmutes it. "Yeah, I'm good. Let's go."
You take that as a challenge. You start to move, your head bobbing in a slow, steady rhythm. You use your tongue, tracing the thick vein on the underside of his cock. His hips twitch, and you hear him take a sharp breath.
"Dude, you okay? You sound weird," Megumi's voice crackles through the headset.
"I'm fine!" Yuji says, a little too loudly. "Just… focused."
You hollow your cheeks and suck, hard. A high-pitched whimper tears from Yuji's throat before he can stop it. He slaps a hand over his own mouth, his face flushing a deep, mortified crimson.
"What was that?" Megumi asks, a note of suspicion in his tone.
"Nothing! I stubbed my toe!" Yuji squeaks, his voice muffled by his hand. He glares down at you, but there's no real anger in it, just desperation. "Please," he mouths silently, his eyes begging.
You ignore him. Instead, you take him deeper, relaxing your throat until your nose is buried in the coarse hair at his base. He lets out a muffled groan, his head falling back against the chair. His control is starting to crack. The hand that was holding his controller is now white-knuckled, gripping the armrest.
"Yuji, if you're gonna be weird, I'm just gonna log off," Megumi says, sounding annoyed.
"No, no, wait! I'm—" Yuji's sentence is cut off by another whimper as you start to hum, the vibrations traveling straight through his cock. He can't hold it in anymore. He unmutes his mic, either by accident or because he's too far gone to care.
"Oh god, please," he whimpers, his voice cracking. "Please don't stop…"
The line goes silent. For a moment, the only sound is the wet, slurping noises you're making and Yuji's ragged breathing. Then, Megumi's voice cuts through the silence, flat and deadpan.
"Dude, are you getting head right now?"
Yuji freezes, his entire body rigid with humiliation. But you don't stop. You double your efforts, your hand coming up to cup his balls, rolling them gently. The shame is clearly mixing with his arousal, pushing him closer to the edge.
"I—uh—gotta go," Yuji stammers, fumbling with his headset. He yanks it off and tosses it onto the desk without another word.
Now he can be as loud as he wants. And he is. The whimpers turn into full-blown moans, his hips bucking up erratically, fucking your mouth with reckless abandon.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chants, his hands tangling in your hair, holding you in place. "I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come!"
With a final, broken cry, he shudders, his cock pulsing as he spills himself down your throat. You swallow it all, continuing to suck him gently until he's completely spent, a boneless, panting mess in the chair.
You slowly pull back, wiping your mouth. He's looking down at you, his face flushed, his eyes glassy. He looks completely wrecked.
"You're evil," he breathes, a weak, blissful smile spreading across his face.
You just grin, crawling into his lap and burying your face in his neck. "You love it."
He wraps his arms around you, holding you tight. "Yeah," he sighs. "I really do." His phone buzzes on the desk. He glances at it, then groans, burying his face in your hair. It's a text from Megumi.
Your boyfriend always mistakes your pussy for a stress reliever. Ugh, Such a dits!
Your boyfriend, Yuji, often zoned out, especially if he was laying in your bed, your head resting on his chest as you guys binge watched your favorite show together, but is second favorite thing to do while zoning out, was playing with your pussy.
Yeah, it sounds a little weird, but that Yuji for ya! He doesn’t really do it on purpose, just absentmindedly really. His hand drifting down to your panties, because lord knows you don’t wear anything besides panties around your dorm room, sometimes nothing even. His hand slips into them, finding your clit and giving it a small pinch, you wince and slap his arm lightly, but it doesn’t “wake him up”, so to speak, instead, his fingers continue toying with it, curling around it as you lay there, fingers digging into his arm for support as you let your boyfriend use you like a stress toy. His fingers slipping there way past your clit and shoving their way into your cunt, that’s not throbbing with the need for him, but still, his eyes are completely focused on the show, even laughing and making stupid comments about it, but you? you couldn’t even focus on which character was dying and which was having a mental breakdown from it, all you could focus on, was you boyfriend fingering your fucking cunt.
His fingers curling against that spongy spot over and over and over again, while you humped against his palm that was right against your clit, you couldn’t even help it rather, no matter how much you tried to keep your hips down, your body craved his thick, calloused fingers. After what felt like an hour of him playing with your pussy, you finally cum all over his fingers, biting down onto his shoulder to quiet yourself, and that’s when he finally looks down at you. “Oh, sorry, baby.” pulling his fingers from your pussy like it was nothing.
it may not look like it on the surface, but yuji could be very possessive of you.
sure, he acted like an actual dog around you. he'd follow you wherever you went and you could almost see a tail wagging behind him excitedly. he always did as you asked; never made you feel like you had to do anything on your own. no matter what you were going through, he'd be there for you, loyal as ever.
it's just that he could also get desperately clingy and outright jealous. and it happened very easily.
you'd only really started to notice it when you joined a new study group in college; one that wasn't just your girlfriends that yuji had already met (and won over) and included a few guys in your class. the first time you brought it up, his face tightened imperceptibly before it smoothed over with his usual bright grin.
"let me come with you!" he offered. "i drive you to the library all the time anyway, and we can go out for dinner afterwards."
the offer was innocent, harmless, even nice of him. of course, you accepted wholeheartedly. it was unusual for yuji to willingly devote part of his day to study, but anything that helped get his grades up was a win.
you only didn't expect he'd sit silently next to you the whole time while glowering at any man who even dared to glance in your direction.
when you questioned him about it as the two of you left (earlier than you should've, because yuji was "tired"), his eyes widened.
"ah really? i didn't notice. guess i was zoning out," he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, then brushed it off like nothing happened and smiled. "hey, let's go get ramen. we can get your favourite ice cream too."
you would've thought nothing more of it if it ended there. yet it didn't. you began to be more conscious of the way yuji staked his claim over you in subtle ways that before you simply thought of as him being protective.
"yujiii," you whined, patting more concealer on the mark on your neck from the night before. "i have class in fifteen minutes, i can't go out like this."
arms of lean muscle wrapped around your waist from behind as yuji pouted at your reflection in the mirror in front of you. "aw i didn't realize it would look that bad. sorry ma," he apologized, though you secretly suspected he wasn't really that remorseful. "i'll be careful next time, swear it."
you craned your neck to narrow your eyes at him. "next time, i'm gonna bite you so hard you won't be able to hide it."
your words unfortunately had exactly the opposite effect you hoped for. his eyes seemed to sparkle at the thought. "promise?"
gawking, you swatted his arm weakly. "you dumbass. you really don't care?"
"why would i?" he asked bluntly, like the question itself was stupid. heat rushed to your cheeks at that, and you turned back around, focusing on applying more makeup than letting him see you get flustered. he noticed though, and hid his smirk in your shoulder.
the more you let his possessiveness go unchecked, the bolder he got. once, while he came over and laid in your bed, he noticed you on your phone trying not to laugh.
"who is it?" he hugged your waist and looked up at you, his fingers pressing a little harder into your bare thighs. you didn't even notice and leaned back against the headboard, sighing.
"some guy in my dm's," you stroked yujis scalp absently. "i'm gonna block him."
before you could pick your phone up again, yuji already grabbed it. he frowned at the texts the guy had sent, then opened the camera. you gaped as he took a single photo of himself on your lap, sent it, and tossed the phone next to your pillow.
"don't have to worry about him now," yuji said simply, burrowing his face into your stomach. "could you do that thing to my hair again? felt so good."
you stilled as you watched this shameless man smile up at you without a care in the world. but you relented anyway, letting your hands smooth over his head and he hummed contentedly.
at his games, he always made sure you had a seat in the front row of bleachers so you could see him properly. he liked when you wore his spare jersey to cheer for him, his last name and number emblazoned across your back in bold. when he inevitably won, he ran to you first, planting a fat kiss on your lips and hugging you triumphantly.
"did you see that last shot i made?" he'd ask excitedly. "tell me you liked it, was it good?"
you'd laugh. "i did! you played so well, yuu." he'd grin and then let his eyes trail down your body with unhidden appreciation.
"don't ever take this off. you look so pretty for me," he grabbed your face, kissed your neck right in front of the audience before rushing to join his teammates without giving you a chance to scold him. you stood there flushed, embarrassed, yet somehow pleased.
sometimes his behaviour made the two of you argue though.
one night, you stormed out of the library with him trailing right behind you. you'd come to study with the same group as before. when a guy got a little too friendly with you while you were helping him with a chapter, yuji got predictably irritated.
his hand had snaked under the table to grip your thigh far too tightly, inching closer to slipping under your skirt, as he glared at the poor guy. breath hitching, you'd grabbed his wrist to stop him, trying to signal that this was clearly not the time. his brows had furrowed as his hand remained unmoving for about five seconds before it had reluctantly let go.
then he'd fully kissed you, shoving his tongue past your lips until the guy got the hint and walked off, mortified.
you were furious.
"baby please, i wasn't thinking straight," he pleaded afterwards, still following you on the sidewalk. "i can't help it, my mind goes crazy sometimes, i-"
"you get crazy all the time, yuji," you shot back, stopping to turn around and face him. "you literally can't handle a man even breathing near me. you can't just pop a blood vessel every time someone tries to talk to me."
yuji had the decency to at least look a little guilty. his fists clenched nervously and he gazed at you helplessly. for a moment, he resembled a kicked puppy and you almost gave up being mad at him. you steeled your resolve, but he had walked closer to you and abruptly hugged you.
"i'm sorry. i just love you too much," his voice turned ragged and he held you tighter. "even the thought of you looking away from me, i can't- i can't bear it."
you didn't move as he continued to hug you. you really shouldn't let him go off that easy again. you mustn't.
"please don't be mad at me," he whispered. "i'll be better, promise. i'll do anything, ma. anything for you. i won't make you upset again. i swear. just don't push me away, i think i'll die."
"…asshole," you muttered hesitantly, though your arms came up to hug him back, heart softening against your will. did he actually mean what he said, you doubted it. but maybe you didn't really mind if he was a little territorial over you.
a carnival hook-up was definitely not on your bingo card this year. your mind's turned to complete mush from the sweet drag of aiku's cock as you huff out muffled pleas of, "aikuuu! haah—so big!" and "slower!" against his palm. your skirt's riding up your thigh, exposing your bare pussy as he fucks you against a trailer. the noise of distant crowds and merry-go-round tunes is making you awfully paranoid.
someone could walk in at any moment, and even if nobody does, they'll definitely hear you. you're getting worried, but the way he's able to hold you up by your thighs is only making you suck him back in.
your moans drown behind aiku's hand gripping your cheeks, effectively shutting you up. "you're a loud one, huh? aah! shit—it's hot, but you don't wanna get caught, do ya?" he teases, tilting his head towards the parking entrance. "god, y'so fuckin' tight.. how could i resist this?"
you pull his hand off your mouth, whining out a desperate, "can't, aah! 'm scared—but it feels so good! don't—hnnngh! d-don't stop! wanna feel you deeper, oli.." as his hips slap against your ass. you hate to admit it, but you're slowly starting to understand the appeal of public fucking. you don't even care that anyone could pass by and see you this ruined. his dick is like a drug you're not willing to give up.
aiku doesn't like to wait. he's already cumming inside of your pussy in erratic spurts as dirty choruses of, "yes! yes, please!" and "hnngh! fill me up, oli, please—pretty pleaaase!" spill past your lips, just like how his semen's leaking out of your womb.
he grunts as your pulsing cunt clamps around him, hypnotised with the way your pretty face contorts in pure ecstasy. "fuck, a-ah! that's it, babe. just like that," he coos, breath jagged as he finishes up inside of you with a couple more lazy thrusts.
you let yourselves bask in the sweet dalliance for a couple more seconds before he finally pulls out with a loud squelch. he slowly comes back to his senses as he registers the sinful sight of your entire bottom half painted in him. he slaps his cum-covered cock onto your pussy, smirking at how his load bubbles out of you. "fuck, i'll get 'ya some plan b, sweetheart. dont'chu even worry about it, yeah?"
a/n this might just be my new favourite. after dentist sae of course 😘
you know it’s wrong to fuck your childhood best friend, especially when he has a girlfriend, but with the way his cock is impaling your tight hole right now, all logic leaves your brain as you’re reduced to a dumb, cockdrunk slut who’s slurring words together and begging for more.
“shit, your pussy’s so tight, baby… should’ve done this sooner..”, he grunts, to which you can only reply with moans and strings of incoherent babbles, like “uh huh, uh huh—! love your cock so muccchhhh…
you’ve been in love with him forever, but he seems to have never noticed. in fear of losing your friendship, you ultimately decided not to say anything, but it absolutely killed you when he got a girlfriend.
although tonight, he was surprised to find you in your home, crying while whining about how much you want him, and considering how he’s been getting so annoyed of his girlfriend, it doesn’t take much effort for him to rip your clothes off and stretch you out on his dick. truthfully, he’s always loved you as well, but he just never knew how to bring it up.
which is how you ended in your current predicament, or rather, position. he’s got your legs folded up to your chest, cock pistoling in and out of you at a rough pace as he watches the way his dick forms a bulge in your stomach, groaning at the mere sight of your tiny hole being all fucked open by him. you’ve came so much already, and he’s so pent up that he’s been going at it for what feels like eternity.
“gonna break up with her, i swear… i swear baby… you’re so much better than her, pussy’s so warm… just wanna stay inside forever— mm, you want that? fffucckk, needed you for so long..” he pants, rambling on and on as he loses himself in the feeling of your warm cunt wrapped around him, your walls fluttering and twitching as you squeeze him so well.
whenever he fucks his girlfriend, it’s a huge risk because he almost, always, moans your name before he stops himself just in time. he really only cums when he closes his eyes and thinks of how you would look, taking him in your mouth or squirming while he pounds you and makes you take everything. when she’s asleep afterwards, he gets hard again thinking of you and how pretty you are. it’s a chore to even engage in intimacy with his girlfriend, because he feels nothing for her and everything for you, and it pisses him off to no extent when the girl underneath him is her and not you. so now that he’s finally got you, the one he’s been in love with for years, he doesn’t plan on letting go.
“ ‘m so full,” eyes rolling back as you whine. “feels so good—! so deep.. can’t—!”
he slams into you harder. “god, been wanting this pussy for years.. came inside her while thinking it was you taking all my cum, thought about you while fucking my fist.”
“huh—! me?” you sob, barely able to speak. “then why— why’d you stay with her?”
“.. didn’t think you wanted me.”
“i always wanted you!” you whimper. “thought about you while touching myself.. wanted to feel you inside me so bad..”
he mutters, “yeah? had to fuck her in the dark to pretend it was you.”
“i didn’t— didn’t know! hnghhh.. ‘s not fair.. should’ve been me taking all your cum.. not her.. only want you to fuck me on your cock—! don’t want you filling anybody else up, only me..”
“yeah, baby?” he whispers. “don’t worry— shit— ‘m gonna fill you up so much, okay? you want that?”
you hastily nod your head, tears spilling down your cheeks. “please, please—! need it, wanna feel you fill me up, have it leaking ‘cus it’s too much..”
“want me to fix it, huh? shit… don’t worry, okay? gonna stuff this pretty pussy until all that pain goes away..”
his thrusts are rough and start getting more sloppy, until he finally cums, burying himself in you and filling you up just as he promised. he’s panting, groaning while your pussy clenches around him as ropes of hot, thick cum fill you up. he whines, loud and voice cracking as he whimpers “fuck, i love you— i love you, baby, i love you..”
you’re in such a daze, feeling him pumping his cum endlessly into you. in fact, the both of you are so messed up and drunk on each other right now that you don’t even realize the way his phone lights up with text messages from his girlfriend, asking him where he is, to please come home, and that she loves him.
