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Hobie brown X VirginReader (Fem)
A/n sorry if there are any mistakes!
Me and my boyfriend Hobie Brown have been together for a few months. He’s been talking about taking the relationship to the ‘next level.’ I wanted to but I didn’t know how to tell him I was a virgin. I thought that he’d break up with me if he found out. Next time he asks I’ll try and tell him.
“Hey babe,” Hobie said, walking into my room. “Hey Hobes, how was patrol?” I asked, looking up from my bed. “Tiring like always.” He replied, sitting next to me and resting his head on mine. I felt something on my thigh and looked down. It was Hobie’s hand, he was slowly moving it upwards. “Hobie,” I said in a quiet voice. “Sorry.”
“Can I ask you something?” “Of course.”
“Why are you so against having sex? I don’t wanna push ya or anything but I’m curious on why.” I took a deep breath. “Hobie, there's something I need to tell you.” I looked at him, worried. “Ok, what is it?”
I took another deep breath. “I’ve been too scared to tell you this because I’m afraid you’ll break up with me.” Hobie looked at me, worried. “I promise whatever it is I won’t break up with you.” He said, moving his hand to mine to hold it reassuringly. “I’m uh-“ I said, stalling, “I’m a virgin. I’ve never done stuff like this before and I was worried it would be obvious and you would stop liking me.” I finished, looking away.
“Oh, bug, I would never!” He said, moving around to look me in the face again. “I’m sorry if anything I did made you more anxious. I promise I don’t mind. I get it if you don’t want to do anything.” He continued.
“No!” I blurted, “It’s not that I don’t want to do things with you, I just never have before.” He looked thoughtful for a bit, but I could see a glimmer of something else in his eye. Oh no. That look always meant he was gonna pull some flirty bullshit to get me flustered. “Well,” he said, drawing out the word, “I’m right here. I have a couple of ideas that could help with your anxiety.” He said, a stupidly cocky smirk on his face.
I blushed, looking away again. Yet again he followed me, his eyes tracing my face and neck. “I’m serious, bug. If the only reason is that you’re scared you’ll suck, I’m willing to prove your anxiety wrong.” His words were an odd mix of absolute loving sincerity and flirtation, a combination that did nothing to soothe my already jumbled feelings.
“Oh for fucks sake, get out of your head!” He said, moving his free hand to hold my jaw. “I love you, ok, and no bullshit social construct like virginity is going to change that!” He ended the sentence by kissing me, which seemed to prove his point rather well.
He deepened the kiss, the hand on my jaw trailing down my neck and chest to rest on my hips. His other hand squeezed mine before mirroring the first. I broke the kiss for a second to catch my breath, and he used the opportunity to pull me onto his lap.
“Is this ok?” He asked, stopping his movements for a second. I nodded, eager to get more kisses. He chuckled, smiling before going in for another kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, shifting my hips slightly to get comfortable on his lap.
He exhaled slightly from the slight friction. I could feel how hard he was through his sweatpants, and if it was possible to blush more then I’m sure I would’ve. He slid his tongue into my mouth, earning a slight whimper from me as he dug his painted nails into my hips.
The next time we broke the kiss for air, he used the opportunity to push me down onto my back. I let him, laying on my back on the bed and looking up into his eyes. His pupils were completely blown out, and the way he looked at me made me shiver. I tried to move my head up to kiss him once more, but instead he dipped his head towards my neck. I stretched it out, giving his lips full access.
He laid soft kisses on my skin, occasionally pausing to suck marks onto me. I gasped when he found a certain spot near my collarbones, grinding my hips up into his experimentally. He stopped for a second to grind back down, whimpering into my ear.
I bit my lip, smirking at the sudden control I had over him. It was clear he had wanted this for a while. He went back to kissing my neck and grinding into me, smiling against the skin of my neck whenever I let out a whine or a moan.
He stopped for a minute, checking in again. “You still sure you’re ok with this?” He asked, a caring look in his eyes. “Yes, yes I am, just please keep going.” I said, frowning at the loss of contact.
“Good.” He said, smiling down at me. The praise sent tremors through my body, and he noticed. “You like that?” He asked, pulling my hands from around his neck to pin them above my head. Both actions caused me to flush, and I turned my head to the side, my temporary confidence fading.
He noticed me staring at his neck and his waist, where his shirt rode up to expose the top of his boxers peeking over his sweatpants. “You want this off love?” He said, shrugging one shoulder forward to indicate his shirt. I nodded, my head still turned to the side.
He put his arms up and slid the shirt over his shoulders, tossing it onto the floor somewhere in the corner of my room. I moved my head to admire his chest. Being spider-man had given him well defined arms and shoulders, as well as toned abs. He smiled at me, clearly enjoying the attention.
I moved my hands from above my head to run them up his torso, brushing my thumbs against his pierced nipples. I heard the beginning of a moan come from his mouth, though it was quickly muffled. “Ok, that’s enough.” He said, pulling my arms off to pin them above my head with one of his hands. “This is supposed to be about you, not me.” I blush at his actions and words. "You sure do blush a lot." he said, chuckling.
"Shut up!" I told him, looking away again. That was the perfect chance for him to kiss my neck again. The sudden feeling made me whimper. He smirked and pulled away. "May I take this off?" He asked, pulling at my shirt. I nodded. "I need words, love." He said, a serious look on his face.
“Can this man get any hotter?” I thought to myself. "Yes, you can." I answered, glad I could scrape together enough confidence to reply. He slowly started to take my shirt off. Soon I was just in my bra and pants. "So beautiful," He muttered, his eyes glued to my chest. "They'd look better without this on,” I said cheekily, pulling at my bra strap and smirking a little. He reached behind my back with one hand and uncliped it.
His eyes widened at the sight. "You are so beautiful." His praises just made me wetter. I'm sure I was soaking. He leaned in and kissed me again. This one was softer than the others. He got on top of me, still making sure to not put his whole weight on me. He put his knee between my legs, the friction making me moan into the kiss. I pulled away from the kiss to catch my breath.
He slowly moved down my body, kissing wherever he could. He got to my pants, looking up for approval. I nodded, my heart threatening to beat it’s way out of my rib cage. He pulled my pants down, leaving me in just my panties. "You're soaking." He said, smirking like the cocky bastard he was.
I blushed at his words as he began to kiss the inside of my thigh slowly. It felt so strange. "H- Hobie," I whimpered out, desperate for more. "Be patient darling." He said softly, making my thighs squeeze together involuntarily. "Looks like someone's excited," he said, smirking. "Please Hobie," I begged, growing needier with every touch.
He looked up at me, asking "Please what, bug?" I didn't wanna say it. "If you don't use your words then I can't do what you want." He continued. God damn it, he's right. "I want you to touch me," I whispered. "I can't hear you baby, you need to speak up." He said, although with his enhanced senses I doubted that.
"Just touch me Hobie!" I yelled. “Please,” I added, seeing his reluctance to listen to words that impolite. "Good girl." He said, rubbing me through my panties. I let out a loud moan, which must've made him happy because he pulled my panties to the side and stuck a finger in me. "Holy fuck," I moaned out, my back arching a little off the bed. Hobie’s other hand pushed me back down and held me there.
He soon added a second finger. I put my hand over my mouth to keep myself from moaning so loud. The hand that was holding me down removed my hand from my mouth. "I wanna hear you Y/N, don't hold it back. I want to hear you scream my name." said Hobie’s voice, so low it was nearly a growl. The words only added to my quickly clouding thoughts, any glimpse of control I had fading away.
His fingers made quick work of me, every curl and drag bringing me closer to the edge. “P-please Hobie,” I whimpered, his fingers inside of me turning me into a babbling mess. I stared into his eyes with a pleading look as I whimpered and squirmed underneath him. “Please what baby?” He said, leaning down to kiss my collarbones and chest.
He kissed up my neck, whispering into my ear, “Do you want to cum gorgeous? Is that what you want?” He sped up his fingers, intentionally making it harder for me to answer. “Yes, please- Hobie please make me cum- Let me cum!” I moaned, seeing him smile like he had won. “Good girl.” He said, adding a thumb to my clit. The combinations of the sensations brought me to the edge, my orgasm flooding over me in waves.
His fingers stayed inside me, milking every last second of pleasure until I started to whine from the overstimulation. He pulled his fingers out, licking them clean of my juices while making eye contact with me. The way he stared at me made my thighs clench together again, and he chuckled before going in to kiss me again. I melted at his touch, tasting myself slightly on his tongue.
He pulled back, sitting up so that I was straddling his hips again. He finally let up his other hands on my wrists, and I pulled one down to hold his hand. I was surprised to see a slight red mark around where his slender fingers had held me down. It hadn’t hurt, so I didnt think there’d be a mark. “You were so gorgeous like that darlin’,” he said, his accent coming out slightly.
I blushed, pulling him in for another kiss to prevent him from seeing my red face and teasing me more. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to resist asking for another round if he did. He slid his tongue into my mouth, the familiarity of the kiss bringing more clarity to my thoughts. The previous anxiety had faded nearly completely, my mind instead filled with thoughts on how to pay him back. I then remembered that he seemed very sensitive on his nipples.
I started kissing his neck, making him let out a soft sigh. I slowly moved down until I got to his chest. “What’cha ‘doin love?” he said, trying to keep up his cocky smile, but it didn't have the same effect when he was blushing as much as he was. I didn’t reply, I just slowly pushed him down on the bed.
Once he was on his back I crawled on top of him and sat on his lap. As I sat down on his lap I “Accidently” grinded down on him making him groan. I look down at him, smirking. “You’re so pretty from up here.” I said, trying to fluster him more. He had a small blush on his face which made me more confident in what I was doing.
I lightly grinded down on him, earning another groan. “You like that baby?” I ask, teasingly. I start moving more, feeling him harden more underneath me. He grabbed my hips and started rutting upwards, his head thrown back. He had hickeys scattered across his neck and low groans were coming out of his mouth. The scene almost looks like something that would be in a porno.
My hands made their way up to his pierced nipples. I lightly graze my thumb over it, earning a whimper from him. I started moving down his body until my face was right in front of his covered hard cock. My hands go to the hem of his pants. “May I?” I ask, looking at him with pleading eyes. “Please.” He replies, almost more desperate then I was. I now feel like I have complete control over him. I take his pants off leaving him in just his boxers.
I remove his boxers, throwing them off of the bed and leaving him completely naked. His hard cock sprung out, almost hitting my face. His precum glistened in the low light.
He was HUGE. I knew he’d be big, but I didn’t think he’d be this big. He’s a good 7 inches and decently girthy. My thumb swipes his tip, earning me another whimper. I start stroking him at a slow pace, but I gradually increase the speed, wanting to hear his moans and whimpers again. I look up at him, and his head is thrown back, his back slightly arched. He looks so good like this. I go to lick his tip, his hips buck up as I do so.
