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.
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