Aftercare with your boyfriend Hobie - oneshot! (Hobie Brown x gn!reader)
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⚠️ TW: mention of nudity and sex, no use of y/n, hobie's dialogue written in a weird way (trying to make it "look british"), no gender and pronouns specified for reader,
📌 genre: smut-ish fluff.
- AN: this is my first ever one shot, but I still hope that you guys will like it. Also, I'll just give you some little "British slang guide", which I will provide for you in the possible future when I will write more fanfics about Hobie:
Bird: means a girl, a woman.
Enjoy!
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You had just ended your passionate intimacy, just a few minutes ago. While you were covered by blanket, Hobie was in the bathroom, cleaning himself off, brushing his hair with whatever toothpaste he had left, all while he was butt naked, since he had no real intention to dress up, he was too lazy for that. Why would he do that when he had his sweetheart in his bed, also all naked?
All that you could do for now was just staring at the half-closed door of his bathroom, while he was doing whatever else he was doing in there. You could see his shadow moving or walking around, sometimes scratching some spots of his body; his arm, behind his neck, etc.
With a huff, you covered yourself more, since it was a little bit colder without your boyfriend in the bed, without him holding you and giving you kisses that he had promised to you a while ago. "I'll take sum good care o' you after I'm done," he promised before he disappeared into the bathroom, maybe a whole minute ago.
"Hobie, what are you doing in there?" you finally asked him, which caught his attention as he spat the mix of spit and toothpaste out of his mouth and started to wash his mouth with the tap water.
"Hold on, luv, I'm on ma way!" he responded quickly.
Your man then left the bathroom and walked towards you, unbothered by his nakedness, it was nothing you haven't seen before.
Hobie landed on the bed, grunting as he laid down right next to you, rushing to get under the blanket with you. Once he got comfortable, he started getting real cozy with you, wrapping his slender arms around your body, humming with a smile.
The punk started pampering you with kisses all over your skin, anywhere that he could see; your face, down to your neck, then shoulders and chest. The moment between the two of you felt intimate, you couldn't help but shiver at how his warm lips felt against your body and face. He made you feel seen and secure, didn't he?
"You aight, luv?" he murmured to you, his chin on your shoulder, he didn't want to let go of you for a minute. "I didn't go too rough on ya now, did I?"
"It's okay, I'm just a little sore," you replied softly, then placed a gentle kiss to his forehead, to which he sighed at with happiness.
He didn't respond this time, Hobie only let his legs tangle with yours under the sheets, just for extra comfort and warmth that he could provide for you. Hobie then smiled at you and started caressing your waist with his fingers, just to comfort you a bit more. Your boyfriend yawned, stretching a bit, then relaxed again when he was done.
"I 'on wanna go to sleep jus' yet," he mumbled out to you, complaining. "I hate mornings."
Yeah, yeah, he hated the AM, he hated the PM, he hated labels, he hated the government and the fascists, how many times have you heard that already? Not that you minded, of course, since it was a big part of who Hobie was.
"You don't have work tomorrow, no?" he decided to double check, just to be sure. "I 'on wanna see you out of this bed at all, you hear me?"
"I'm on my week off," you whispered back in a sleepy tone, clearly ready to go to sleep already. "I'll be right here when you wake up."
"Awh, how cute. You're cute."
You rolled your eyes at his cheesy lines, but then jumped in surprise as you felt his fingers in between your ribs. That punk bastard was tickling you!
When you started to wiggle and giggle, he did not stop, overpowering you, hovering over you, even pushing his fingers deeper in your ribs, which made you squeal laughter out like a piglet.
"You rollin' your eyes at me, luvie?" he asked with his eyebrow raised, grinning widely. "You not gonna say anything back, ye? Not even gunna agree with your man?"
"Hobie, it tickles!" you tired to muffle your screams and laugh with your hand, but he quickly stopped you from doing so by pinning it down to the pillow. "Hobie!!"
"Chill out, it's just sum lil' ticklin', it never killed anybody. Just admit that you're the cutest bird around."
You wanted to deny him at first again, but when he started blowing raspberries into your neck, you just had to give up. Hobie sure know what he was doing to make you give in.
"Fine, fine," you finally managed to laugh it out. "I'm the cutest girl around. You happy now?"
"The happiest," he murmured back, then buried his face in your neck. "Aight, I'll leave you be, luvie. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Hobie. I love you."
"I love you too, darlin'."
And after some time, you guys fell asleep in each other's arms, with him making sure that you fell asleep before he did it himself.
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