#hobi fanfiction

[hisunshiine]

— burning love | jhs

♨ pairing: firefighter!hobi X firefighter!reader ♨ au/genre: fire department AU, workplace au, anti-valentine’s, coworkers2lovers, fwb2l, fluff, smut, angst ♨ rating: M ♨ wc: 5,266 🜂 warnings: longtime pining, reader gets a minor injury in the line of duty, catching fire, explicit smut, fingering, handjob, shower sex, vaginal penetration, oral (m receiving), multiple orgasms, cuddling  ♨ an: thank you to @downbad4yoongi​ and @ressjeon​ for beta reading, and to @colormepurplex2​ for storyboarding last night! this fic has a small bit of self-indulgence in celebration of @peachiilovesot7​‘s birthday, which she shares with our birthday man, Hobi! i wanted to post this yesterday, but unfortunately, due to circumstances outside of my control, it’s only a day late. i hope you enjoy!

Rolling out of the bed, you glance at your phone to see it’s just past 5:30am. Silencing the alarm that had been blaring for the past few minutes, you stretch before tiptoeing your way through Hoseok’s room. Once in his bathroom, you eyeball the marks he left. 

You know that Hoseok likes you, hell, you know that he wants more out of this ‘friends with benefits’ deal the two of you have worked out, but you just can’t bring yourself to be in a relationship. As coworkers in a dangerous field, you think it best to keep the distance you have, seeking out one another for sex. 

The only issue is that you tend to seek him out daily. The two of you work the same shift, and spend time together off the clock as well. You practically live at each other’s apartments, and according to your friends, you act like an old married couple. Except you refuse to acknowledge the feelings you’ve grown for him, and he for you.  

Climbing into his shower, you reach for your bathing items that he’s set aside in their own designated spot and while the action warms your heart, it also makes you nervous that you’re becoming too comfortable carving out a space in his life that’s meant for a girlfriend. After showering, you grab your toothbrush placed next to his at the sink, and notice after the fact when you go to hang up your wet towel back where you procured it from that Hoseok recently added a hook to the wall next to his towel for yours. 

It’s all a little too much, especially today. February 13th. The day before the day you hate. All of these things are just a reminder that maybe you’re too involved with Hoseok, and that despite not having discussed it, he may start to expect something you aren’t ready to give to him tomorrow. You finish getting ready in a silent panic, noting that Hoseok is still sleeping peacefully as you leave early for work.

Arriving at the two story building, you smile as the rising sun glances off the upper glass windows of your workplace. The bright red number seven showcases that you work at the best station in the district. Station 7 is your pride and joy, and as you open the door to enter, it’s a day like any other. Of course, today is a Monday, which means the station will be filming their weekly segment for the news, and with it being National Heart Month, the focus for the day is on ‘How to Keep a Heart Beating (with CPR)’. 

As an anti-Valentine’s Day person, you find it a little cheesy that your coworkers want to decorate the station for Valentine’s Day tomorrow, as you’d much rather have a nice taco spread for Taco Tuesday, but your idea was vetoed at the monthly station meeting last month. So imagine your surprise when you walk in and see a lack of red and pink hearts decorating the front reception area.  

Park Jimin, one of your closest friends, yawns from where he sits at the desk, covering his mouth before offering you a lazy wave. 

“Morning, Sunshine.”

You look around the room, trying to find who Jimin is calling ‘Sunshine’. 

“I don’t see Hoseok anywhere,” you announce after concluding it’s just the two of you in the intake area.

“Ha-ha, you are so funny this early,” Jimin says with a glare of his eyes. “But why am I not surprised that Hoseok is the first thing on your mind?”

Dropping your backpack onto the counter, it’s now your turn to glare at him.

“Shut up. We’re just fuck buddies.” You hide your face by unzipping your bag and pretending to look for something.

“Does he know that?” Jimin questions, and you break your defense to look up at him puzzled.

“Um, pretty sure he does, seeing as he literally was just pounding into me a couple of hours ago.”

“Sweetheart, while I typically love the details of your sex life, you know that the emphasis was on the ‘just’ part of the sentence. ‘Does Hoseok know that you two are just fuck buddies?’” 

“He hasn’t ever said he wants more from me, so…just leave it, Jimin.”

“Hmm…touchy. Are you maybe…upset that he hasn’t expressed wanting more?”

Once again you dig in your bag, wishing you had just said good morning back and not engaged in this conversation.

“What? No, pshh, I told him when it started that we wouldn’t be more.”

Jimin sighs, leaning back and running a hand through his hair. 

“Idiot.” 

You throw the first thing you grab in your backpack—your deodorant— at him. “I meant that in the most loving way!” 

“I’m going upstairs to put away my belongings. You’re off at 9am, right?”

“Yup, and then the next two days I’m off. Just in time for Valentine’s Day.”

“Oooh, hot plans with Theresa?” you ask over your shoulder as you begin climbing the stairs.

“She planned a surprise for me, you know Valentine’s is about the woman doing something for the man.” Jimin says with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Yeah, yeah, and next month for White Day, it’ll be your turn.” The stairs turn once you reach the first platform, so now you can look down into the desk area and the top of Jimin’s head. He looks up at you with a smirk as he tosses your deodorant up to you.

“And if you don’t make a move tomorrow, you’ll be eating black jjajangmyeon in your black sweatpants the month after like the single loser you are!”

Stomping the rest of the way into the firefighter’s dormitory, you notice that two beds are occupied. Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook are two regulars who work the same 6-day shift as you. Today just so happens to be your first day back from your rest period, so the three of you and Hoseok, will be doing the day shift from 9am to 6pm today and tomorrow. 

“You guys slept here last night?” you ask, sitting on the bed across from Taehyung. You’re already dressed in your uniform, but still have a little under an hour until your shift starts so you put away the small deodorant canister and get comfortable. 

“Yeah, we covered for Sammi and Vanessa. They were supposed to be on call for the One-Stop Support Center for residential fire fighting devices, but apparently they needed to prepare for tomorrow.”

“Why couldn’t they prepare today?”

“Oh, trust me, our doting, pregnant fiances have spent the past few days whispering and  plotting away.”

You laugh at the image Taehyung paints of their significant others. Sammi, his fiance, is four months pregnant and works in the Control Center of the station with Jungkook’s fiance, Vanessa, who is also five months along. The two are often seen together giggling and chatting, and much like Hoseok, are rays of sunshine in the office. 

“I bet it was boring being on call for the Support Center.” You make conversation as the two get up and begin shrugging on their field uniforms over their tank tops and athletic shorts.

“We had maybe three calls the entire time, and we were home until the last call came and it was this elderly man, he needed installation support at his shop. He runs a bakery and was about to start the ovens when he noticed that his gas detector wasn’t lit up. So at 4am, I’m in a deep sleep cuddling my babe, when the phone wakes us up and we have to stop here and get a new HKA-800 to install.” Jungkook sighs as if the elderly baker ruined his night.

“I hate installing gas leakage alarms,” Taehyung sighs. “They’re always in hard to reach spots, and I would’ve rather stayed in bed to be honest.”

“I feel like they knew a call was going to come in at that time…they’ve never swapped on call shifts with us before.” Jungkook muses.

“So, which of you pretty boys is filming today?”

“I am!”

You turn to the doorway of the dormitory and see Jung Hoseok enter with his duffel bag on his shoulder. He looks stunning as usual, black hair styled effortlessly to frame his face. He’s fully dressed in his field uniform, reflective vest situated over his lithe frame and you kind of hate how all of his clothing hides the marks you left last night, unable to show that he belongs to you, even if you tell yourself he’s only yours when the two of you are alone. 

“I’m surprised Hobi, the whole place isn’t covered in candy hearts or red and pink decorations,” you tease. “I thought you would have wanted it to be all pretty for airing.”

Hoseok’s face makes a surprising change to irritation.

“When would I have had time last night to decorate?” He says with a raised eyebrow at you, alluding to your activities that kept him busy. “Besides, the Fire Chief didn’t give the approval until this morning! I saw the email when I woke up. I’ve got all of the supplies right here in my bag.”

“Oh no, you better watch out, Hobi, you know Sunshine over here hates Valentine’s Day.”

You roll your eyes, laying back onto the pillow and feigning disinterest. 

“I just don’t understand why women have to declare their feelings first and then wait a whole month to have them reciprocated. What if you break up during the month between?”

Jimin trudges into the room, flopping onto a free mattress. Glancing at the clock, you see it’s ten till nine, and figure his replacement must’ve just arrived. 

“Sammi is too pregnant to leave me, she wouldn’t make it five minutes down the road before calling me crying from the car to say she misses me. She would turn around and be back in my arms. Plus, Jaykay and I have already planned our White Day surprise for them. They have no need to worry.”

“If only we all could be so lucky to date best friends, get engaged, and pregnant all within a couple months of each other.”

“I mean, if you would—”

“Park Jimin, you shut your mouth right now!” You effectively cut him off as his eyes land on you, full of mirth. You wish looks can kill—Jimin would be frying under your burning gaze.

“Well, I’m going to start putting up the hearts now!”

Hobi begins to unzip his bag but jumps when the siren begins to sound.

Jumping out of the bed, you grab your vest from your bag, and the four of you hustle down to the trucks. 120 cases of fire are called into dispatch every 12 minutes across the country, and the life of a firefighter is always a race against time.

Valentine’s day is just another day to you, in fact, it’s your second day shift in a row, leaving you with ample time to celebrate, if you were the type. Yesterday was busy, which is unsurprising—the day before Valentine’s day many women are baking sweets and chocolates for the person who has caught their affection, and the stress of making the perfect treat often leads to a level of carelessness not usually seen. Eleven small kitchen fires took up the whole shift, and Hoseok was unable to film his CPR news clip or decorate the station. 

The next morning, Hoseok is ready to turn your workplace into a Valentine’s Day extravaganza. As you approach the main door, you see window clings in the shape of hearts and cute phrases plastered against the glass.

Walking in, you see candy hearts attached to red yarn strung along the edge of the reception counter. Behind the desk, Hoseok stands on a ladder, hanging up red balloon letters that spell out L-O-V-E.

Unable to hold back a groan, you cause Hoseok to teeter dangerously as he realizes he’s not alone. 

“Morning, babe!” Kim Seokjin greets cheerily from where he’s supposed to be holding said ladder, but you look around dejectedly.

“Damn it, Chief Kim really vetoed my Taco Tuesday idea?”  

“Tacos?” Jungkook appears from the back room behind the reception desk, eating a bowl of cereal.

“Yeah, I thought maybe he would decide to order us tacos for Taco Tuesday.”

“It’s only 8:30, sunshine. Maybe it’ll be here at lunch time.”

“Good thinking, Kookie! So, let’s hope today is less busy than yesterday, so we can leave on time and you and Taehyung can enjoy your surprise.”

“I am begging. Tomorrow we work the night shift, so I’ll have plenty of time to sleep in. Do you have any plans?”

“Nothing planned, no. You know I don’t do Valentine’s Day.”

You miss the way Hoseok’s face falls as he turns back to the task at hand.

“Ah, yes, one day you will find someone, and maybe you won’t hate Valentine’s Day so much.”

“Maybe when pigs fly.”

You can’t lie though, Hoseok has the reception area looking festive in a non-cheesy way; you actually don’t want to vomit at the sight of it. Luckily, he isn’t able to make it far into the building with his bag of ornaments and tinsel, and the sound of the alarm going off halts his efforts once again. 

“This is bullshit,” he huffs under his breath, but you hear him anyway as you walk side by side to the truck. 

Valentine’s Day is really not your day. The first call of the morning sent you out to a residential area where a wild boar wandered into. Being chased by a wild boar before you even have a chance to stretch is not your idea of fun, but the guys were able to herd it back to where it came thanks to your sprint.

Back at the station, Fire Chief Kim Namjoon greets you in the hallway, and when you ask about tacos for lunch, he apologizes.

“I’m sorry, it slipped my mind. In order to feed everyone on staff, we would need to put in the order ahead of time, there’s too many departments. How about next Tuesday?” he offers, buff arm rubbing the back of his neck in guilt. You can’t stay mad at his dimples, so you let him off the hook, saying next week will be fine. 

It’s not, not really, but you aren’t the type to say no to free food. You had just hoped to have something else to take your mind off of Valentine's Day. Especially with your crush/fuck buddy walking around the station in his perfectly fit uniform decorating the windows with hearts and talking about how much he loves today. 

The only reprieve is that today is just as busy, and the window clings are as far as Hoseok gets before the alarm rings loudly, sending your group running once again. This time, it’s a fire, but not as small as the baking incidents yesterday. This one requires full gear and an extra truck from a neighboring station. And when Hoseok disappears back inside the building with Jungkook to locate a tearful child’s missing pet cat, you find yourself antsy to reach him. 

Five minutes later, Jungkook comes stumbling out, saying that the smoke was too thick on the path he took to the left, but the right hallway Hoseok took should be easier to navigate since the fire started on his side.

Pacing as you wait for Hoseok to show, you can’t help the fear growing if he weren’t to return. You knew it was your own self-sabotage that kept this thing with Hoseok from turning into something more. You have had your heart broken in the past; you put in more effort to a man who did not deserve it and it backfired on you. Growing up you were raised to feel that it was safe for you to share your love with others, but now it just felt safer to keep Hoseok at arms length. 

Still not seeing Hoseok return, you now know that you would have rather explored the feelings he brings out of you and let it turn into a burning flame than to lose him in one. There’s a reason why Sammi and Vanessa no longer fight fires with their significant others. Long before either was with child, the two switched to dispatch services, because of the warnings of the dangers of loving your firefighting partner.  

Breaking all types of protocol, you run into the building and find Hoseok appearing through the heavy smoke with the cat in his arms, and a sigh of relief spreads through your body. This pause to take him in, inspect him for damages while still being inside a burning building is exactly why you shouldn’t have run inside.

A wooden beam, brittle from the flames eating away at its hold, crumbles to the ground around you. Hoseok, arms full with the fluffy pet and voice covered by the roar of the flames, is unable to do anything but watch as you fall to the ground, semi-pinned under the remnants of the beam. 

Sprinting, he has a clear enough mind to leave you behind to get the cat to safety before returning with help from Taehyung less than a minute later. The two are able to lift the wood off of your leg, and Hoseok carries you from the building, now empty of residents and their pets. The other station takes over dousing the flames as a second station arrives to help, and with orders from the Fire Chief, your unit brings you back to the station. 

You’re not that hurt, no broken bones, just a minor sprain and first degree burns where the beam lay on your leg. Luckily your protective gear prevented worse damage from occurring had you been in civilian clothing and in the infirmary at Station 7, you sit under the watchful eyes of your Fire Captain and Lead Aid Car Specialist, Min Yoongi.

“Please explain to me why I have to do a write up for Chief Kim explaining that you broke protocol and ended up injured.”

“I’m sorry Yoongi-Op—Captain Min.”

Your older brother glares at you. 

“I promised Eomma that you would not get hurt under my watch. Luckily, I wasn’t there or I would’ve dragged you back myself.”

“I know. I wasn’t thinking, Yoongi. Hobi had just been in there for so long and Jungkook had already returned, and the flames were getting worse, so I just—”

“You just forgot your duty as a firefighter, and I think it’s time you tell him how you feel, Sunshine. In the meantime, you’re grounded.”

“What? But—”

“You had a beam fall on you in a burning building, leaving you with first degree burns—lowkey second degree—on your leg! You aren’t going out on any more calls until you’re cleared.”

Of course, before your brother can finish treating your wounds, the alarm is already calling away Hoseok, Jungkook, and Taehyung. This time, it’s a small incident with bees swarming a preschool’s playground area. You know Hoseok hates bugs, but with only three members of the team available, he has to go. 

Seokjin strolls into the infirmary just as Yoongi bandages the last piece of gauze around your burn, and you prepare yourself for a stern talking to. 

“It’s Valentine’s Day, sunshine. And you almost died trying to search for the man you deny having feelings for. I think it’s time to do something about this crush, don’t you think?”

Well, that was unexpected. When did everyone learn your true feelings?

“You’re not subtle in the slightest.” Seokjin shares, reading the look on your face. “Neither is he. You both like each other, so stop being stubborn.”

“Valentine’s Day is almost over, Seokjin. Even if I wanted to do something, I’m injured and there’s no time.”

Seokjin’s face morphs into determination.

“Hobi is the easiest man to please. You should know, he likes you, doesn’t he?”

“Rude!”

“I’m just pointing out the obvious. So let’s think, what has he wanted to do this whole time?”

“Decorate the office to celebrate Valentine’s Day.” 

“So what do you think would be a good way of showing him you care, and making yourself ineligible to participate in Black Day in a couple of months?” 

“I…” you pause as if thinking about what you could do, but you already know the answer, “I can use his decorations and finish what he started. Maybe cave, and celebrate Valentine’s Day for once.” 

“I knew you were smart and Hobi had to like you for a reason.”

“I’m also really good with my—”

“Really don’t want to know what you’re good at doing to my best friend!” Yoongi cuts you off, placing a cold compress to the wound.

“Alrighty!” Seokjin claps, “Moving on, so what are you going to have prepared when he asks to stay with you tonight, which we know he’s going to do, because he wants to take care of you.”

“Surprise him with tacos for Taco Tuesday and some bomb ass sex,” you say with a smile, happy to fulfill your own wish as well

“Sounds like a great plan. Though you may want to just accept the sex will be mid until your injury heals.”

“Alright, so this is all a great plan, but, small problem. I’m stuck here under medical watch until I get off! Who can help decorate my apartment?”

“Don’t be dense, Sunshine. I already texted the pregnant ones. They’re off today and done setting up for Tae and Jaykay, and they’re on their way to your place now. Text them your keycode so they can get in.”

“Why would they help me? They’re pregnant! And have their own things to prepare for!”

“Because, sweetie, we love you and we love Hoseok and we’ve had a bet going for ages that we’d love to have settled.”

You frown at his words, but understand. You love all of your coworkers too, trust them with your life—literally—and the fact that everyone has been rooting for you and Hoseok to work out thaws your frozen Valentine’s Day heart.

When your crew arrives back from the playground relocating the bees, you watch as Hoseok’s face breaks out into a blinding smile.

“Wow! You guys really did all of this?”

Seokjin is sitting at the reception desk with you and he nods his head in your direction. 

“It was Sunshine’s idea.”

Hoseok turns wide eyes to you, and you think you see a little hope in them. Part of you knew that Hoseok always wanted more, but the other part of you doubted he could actually see you as his girlfriend. In the past, the guy who broke your heart couldn’t see you as his girlfriend despite you doting on him as if you were his wife, which is what led to your walls being so high. But thanks to your friends and the incident today, you realize that Hoseok is someone you can trust with your heart. You already trust him with your life. 

“I thought it was the least I could do, I know you really wanted to celebrate Valentine’s Day.”

Coming around the desk, he kneels in front of you being mindful of your propped up leg.

“Thank you, Sunshine. I really appreciate you doing this for me.”

You can’t hold back your smile, and he pulls you into a hug. He’s warm, and you melt in his embrace as Seokjin pretends to wipe back happy tears as he watches the two of you. 

“Sunshine, I’m sure you want to go home, but I still have to record the heart health clip, and then we’ll head to your place, okay?”

“No worries, Hobi, Seokjin and I took care of that for you too. And we made sure to showcase all of your decorations.”

If he could physically do it, Hoseok would be staring heart eyes at you. Even without transforming the shape of his eyes, you see more than the hope from earlier in them; there’s gratitude for making his very long day easier, and something else you aren’t sure if you can put into words.

“I’ll be right back.” Hoseok sprints from the reception area and up the stairs, returning only a few moments later with his duffel bag hanging to his side. Grasping your backpack from the counter, he threads his arms through the straps before bending his knees and reaching for you. Lifting you up bridal style, you laugh as he walks you out the glass doors, enjoying the smile adorned on his face. 

Hoseok refuses to let you walk once at your place, carrying you from the car to your second floor apartment with ease. You were already showered from being on medical leave for the day, but as Hoseok types in the code to your door, he promises to shower fast so as not to leave you alone for long.

The words fade from his lips as he crosses the threshold with you in his arms, the sight of your apartment decorated romantically for the holiday shocking him silent. You thank your coworkers silently for their efforts, before tucking your face into Hoseok’s neck. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Hobi.” Your voice is low, but he hears you, and his spine shivers when you press a kiss to his neck. 

He’s still silent, but you can feel his heart racing as he looks down at you in his arms. 

“Shower with me.”

You nod, and he rushes to your bathroom, setting you down on the closed toilet lid so he can strip down, and you do the same, standing up gently once naked with your hand balancing you on the sink. Opening the glass shower door, he turns the tap on to a medium level due to your injury. Your brother said you were okay to shower, you just had to make sure to redress the wound and he would bring your antibiotics by tomorrow after he picked them up from the pharmacy.

Hoseok tugs you towards him lightly as you follow him gingerly into the warm water. The two of you silently wash each other, being gentle around sensitive areas. Once clean, he pulls you to his chest and into a hug you didn’t realize you needed. Being in his arms like this after today’s events, it finally hits you. You love this man. You feel your eyes start to water, sniffling, and he looks at you closely. 

“What’s wrong, does your leg hurt, baby?” the pet name slips out. 

“No, it’s fine. I just—” you take a deep breath before looking into his pretty brown eyes. “I think I have some really big feelings for you, and I was so worried about you earlier, if something had happened to you…”

“Nothing happened, Sunshine. I’ll always make my way back to you, you know that.”

“You better.”

He leans down and kisses you, soft, heart-shaped lips calming the storm in your mind.

“I will, baby.”

You pull him by his neck back to you, this time deepening the kiss as his hands begin to explore you. You feel his fingers slip between your thighs, spreading you open and entering you without wasting any time. Gasping into the kiss, you reach for him, feeling his semi-firm cock harden as you begin to stroke him. The water helps with your speed, and the two of you twirl your tongues together as you match pace. 

“I need more, baby,” you pant, and Hoseok removes his fingers from where your walls have gripped him, reaching for the backs of your thighs to lift you up. Putting your back to the wall opposite the faucet, you squeal from the cold tile along your spine. Hoseok just chuckles while angling his now fully erect member at your opening, pushing himself inside slowly so he can savor every ridge of your pulsing walls. 

Thrusting into you, his mouth decorates your skin with blooming maroon marks until you cry out in satisfaction as he makes you cum. The angle he holds you in is perfect for kissing your g-spot with the tip of his cock, and your skin tingles as your nerves react to the climax. Sliding out of his hold, he grunts when you push him where you had just been pinned, using his body to help you glide to your knees, careful of your shin injury. 

Taking Hoseok into your mouth, you rival the loud sounds of the shower as you lewdly suck and slurp your essence off of his cock as his hands firmly hold the sides of your head. You look up at him as you press your nose to his taut abs, eyes wet with unshed tears as you breathe through your nose to gather enough to pause and swallow around him as you grip his thighs. You can tell when he’s at his breaking point, the pads of his fingers dragging along your scalp as his muscles tense and you bob with sucked in cheeks and flicks to his frenulum until he’s spilling his warm cum down your throat.

Hoseok grasps you under your arms and pulls you to him, kissing you hard. 

“Fuck, Sunshine,” his nose drags softly along yours in an eskimo kiss. “I think I—” 

The sound of your doorbell chiming through the apartment reaches your ears, having installed a small speaker in the bathroom and bedroom so that you never miss a delivery.

The two of you giggle as you decide who will get the door, but Hoseok, ever the gentleman, grabs a towel and your robe. You spend a few extra moments cleaning between your thighs before turning off the water and following Hoseok out of the bathroom. 

Catching sight of him in the hallway, he’s walking a delivery bag from your favorite taco restaurant in Seoul to your kitchen counter. Stepping over the rose petals littered along the hallway, you join him.  

“You even got us tacos?” he asks in awe, adoration lacing his tone.

“Of course, I did, it’s taco Tuesday and Valentine’s Day, and I just wanted to show you how I feel about you.” It feels good to admit it.

Turning away from the unopened bag, Hoseok picks you up again, carrying you to your bedroom. 

This time, he makes love to you slowly, his hips rolling in that magical way he does, fingers laced with yours by your head as your bodies fit together deliciously. Your eyes never leave his, both of you staring deeply at each other as you rock in tandem. Feeling him all over you, reaching the deepest parts of you, you cry out as tears roll down your cheeks in pleasure. 

“F-fuck Hobi, I’m so close,” you whimper, hands squeezing his tightly as the pressure builds.

“Give your all to me, Sunshine,” he begs, and you know he isn’t just asking for your orgasm.

“It’s yours, Hobi,” you admit, “I’m yours.”

Your words encourage him as he picks up speed and depth until you release together. 

Cuddling into his arms, you turn your lips to his chin, placing tender kisses to his smooth skin. 

“I love you, Hoseok.”

In the quiet of your room, it’s as if a roaring fire fills your ears as you wait to see if he’ll extinguish the worry that begins to spread—

“I love you too, Sunshine, have for a while.”

He tilts his head so he can return kisses to your lips before your bodies align once again to create a friction of burning love that blooms bright enough to consume you.

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370 days | jhs

it's been 370 days since you started working at your company.... and since you've been crushing on your colleague jung hoseok.

description/tw/tags: ~3.8k words / hoseok x (f) reader / one-shot / fluff / colleagues au / colleague and friends to lovers / sort of before anything actually happens between them, it's the crushing on each other phase! / includes cameos and mentions of the other members / no warnings except swearing / ahhhh this is my first time writing for hoseok so i'm so nervous! i just did this in a few days and i hope i did him justice! thank you to this anon who requested it! i have another idea for f2l hoseok too now!! / feedback is always welcome and appreciated!! 💗 / happy bday hobi!

370 days.

That’s how long you’ve been working at your company.

370 days.

That’s also how long you’ve been crushing on Jung Hoseok.

It all started on one of the most stressful days of your life, which you could also weirdly say you were grateful for on so many levels - including the embarrassing moment that made it that much worse and that much better, all at the same time. Crouching in the stairwell beside the women’s restrooms with your head in your hands and your headphones in your ears, your new job turned out to be a bigger change than you’d expected. The new responsibilities and duties you were tasked with were overwhelming to say the least. You knew your old job didn’t give you enough to do, nor did it challenge or excite you in any way. And following the challenge turned out to be… well, a challenge. You hoped your first proper lunch break would be enough for a quiet, solitary cry… Not five minutes into your little sob session, a taller, smiley boy walked in on you with his lunchbox, humming a tune and shaking his shoulders in a bit of a dance. Quick to pretend to this stranger that you were just lost, he suddenly jolts back too, admitting that he actually was lost, making a wrong turn while intending to go to the men’s restrooms. Blaming it on the music he was listening to and it's supposed irresistible vibe, he hadn't seen the sign by the door.... but he saw right through you.

“Hey… are you okay?” he asks after explaining himself. The careful step he takes makes you wish the ground would just swallow you whole. As if it could get any more overwhelming, why did a cute boy have to find you crying on your first day of work?!

“I am, thank you, sir… It’s nothing, really,” you force a smile, trying to mirror the genuine one that never left his face.

“It’s not nothing - I’m sure. And don’t call me ‘sir,’ Jesus Christ. I’m not old… and you must be new here.” To your surprise, the boy sits down on the steps, unzipping his colorful lunchbox. “Sit. Tell me, what’s up?”

“Don’t you need the restroom?” you ask, gesturing towards the door, hoping he’d leave you alone in your misery…. so you don’t know why it shocks you when he actually gets up.

“Oh, fuck, yes, I do. I do need to use the restroom and wash my hands. I can't believe I was gonna eat without doing that. Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back.”

The man was a happy one, but even so, you would’ve dashed…. if there wasn’t something authoritative in his voice. Why on Earth did you feel scared to leave? He must’ve been one of your bosses or a senior at the company with a presence like that. And you embarrassed yourself by not recognizing him and by having him catch you crying in the corner of the building on your very first lunch break…. great. Looking at your hands, fingers intertwined and playing with one another in front of you - too “goody-two-shoes” and innocent-like, you looked as though you were awaiting a scolding. With a command like that, you might’ve been - you still didn’t know the man or how this company worked.

But the happy man comes back with his lunchbox and a packet of potato chips, tossing it to you while he sat back down on the concrete steps.

“Talk.”

To this day, you have no idea what you told Hoseok. All you knew was that he told you to talk, and you did - immediately, before you even knew his name or who he was. You were too scared of him, of your job, and your responsibilities that everything just came flowing out of you. But you’d never forget how he reacted. You were honest, and so was he…. brutal, in fact. He listened, then laid out everything you’d need to have and do to make it in the company, his time since getting employed there, and everything you were about to face and be rewarded with. Every fear you had was justified, and every worry was backed up. It was daunting… until he broke it down. Step by step. Word by word. Though Hoseok’s voice was stern…. the honesty, passion, and faith in his words elicited something different in you…

“So… still overwhelmed?”

“Yes,” you reply quietly.

“But a bit more ready?” he senses, squinting as he looks at you, his lips twisting upwards.

“…Yes," you nod - a genuine smile now on your face too.

Hoseok’s smile grows wider before he lets out a cheer and gives you a thumbs-up and a high five.

“I knew it. You’ll kill it.”

-

So it’d been 370 days.

Hoseok was still the same, but you surely weren’t.

Sure, you’d find yourself getting overwhelmed on a bad day, and on a really bad day, you found yourself in that stairwell again. But the old you would’ve ran. The confidence you’d been building up since then got you to where you were today. Work excited you now, just as much as it used to frighten you. It was a long and tough journey to get to this point, but it was worth it... and a piece of cake when you broke it down - little by little and step by step, as Hoseok had told the old you. Whereas you used to cower away from any big projects, you now look at every challenge with a “come and get me” attitude. A promotion or a raise was definitely on the horizon.... with time. It’s only been over a year since you started, but everyone was more than happy with your work - especially you.

The only area of your life that that level of confidence hadn’t crept into was your love life.

All this time and you still didn't have it in you to actually ask Hoseok out. You were sure the guy was taken - he had to be, especially considering how much everyone loves him. So you'd had a few flings over the past year - all set up by the office party boy, Jimin - but they were hookups and nothing more. You’d call them meaningless, but they did help boost your confidence too - you didn't settle and were more sure of what you wanted in a man… which is to say you were more than sure you still had the same compulsive workplace crush for over a year.

It was your third day at work when you suspected you’d already had a crush on Hoseok, attributing it to his smile and the bubbly personality he never tried to hide for fear of it being unprofessional…. but over time, you realized it was much more than that and that there was so much more to Hoseok - you knew it since that day in the stairwell. He was funny, cheery, hardworking, and cute, of course. But it was his unrelenting honesty and faith that did it. He believed in others, as he did you that day, and truly wanted others to do better - not even for the sake of their company, but for their own sake. As a team leader, you saw how he thrived and loved mentoring and dealing with his coworkers. You desperately wanted to be under him - in more ways than one - but you were just as content with the leader of your task force, Min Yoongi. Together, they were two of the three leaders, with the third, Kim Namjoon, acting as the head of the entire division. It had been clear since day one that you’d either be directly working with Namjoon or Yoongi rather than Hoseok, but he was the one to calm you down when you were officially assigned.

He should've been up at the front of the office with Yoongi and Namjoon during orientation - in his place among the team leaders. Still, he lingered beside you the entire time, even introducing himself and his work while standing amongst the new cohort of employees. Some part of you wished he'd remembered you from the stairwell and stayed so you'd see a familiar face in the crowd, but you quickly shove the thought away. Surely, he had no time for that.

“Namjoon and Yoongi…. they both look intimidating, but they’re harmless,” he reassured you when the presentations were over.

A squeaky giggle erupted behind you. Turning around, you see the goofy laugh come from a slender and incredibly handsome employee who now had his arms around Hoseok. “Hey, newbie. Just by hearing that, I knew you were new. Isn't that cute? Knew you were new. Ha. Anyways, if you should be scared of anyone…. it’s Hoseok,” he says, letting out the man's name in a whisper, contrasting the loudness of the rest of his sentence and the one that followed it. “Be grateful you aren’t in his team… I know I am.”

Hoseok dismissed the comment, saying that the handsome man - named Jin - was just one of his best friends messing around… But Jin’s words never left you. They never made sense for a while though - why should one be scared over the smileyest person in the office when Yoongi’s silence and Namjoon’s gaze shook you to your core for three months. Eventually, you suspected you understood what Jin actually meant, seeing Hoseok in action from a distance…. but even so, you don’t think you were ever scared of the man. He was just as you expected him to be - direct, honest, a pro, a perfectionist, and maybe a bit strict. When you’d begun to realize it, you’d also started seeing the softer sides to Namjoon and Yoongi - it was a stark contrast to your first impressions of the three leaders, but if you were scared of anything, it’d be disappointing yourself or any of them…. but mainly Hoseok. You had to prove yourself to the boy who blindly believed in you.... but he never failed to remind you that you needed to do it for yourself above all.

Seeing him walk around the office and do his routine motivational morning check-ins and cheers with the entire floor, even with those that would never work with him, only affirmed your feelings for him. Everyone knew Hoseok, and Hoseok knew everyone.

Had it been 150 days ago, your heart rate would’ve been concerning for the few minutes he talked to you every morning. But that was the old you. Sure, you got excited when you saw him pass by - but your excitement changed, just like you did. Now saw it as a game. Hoseok had challenged you to set goals in regard to your assignments and tasks to complement the challenges you faced - little did he know that that had crept into your interactions with him as well. The first challenge was to talk to Hoseok more and more - and the second was to ignore the flips your stomach did every time he passed by. The third was to get him to compliment you, and he surprisingly accomplished that the very same day you'd set it. It wasn't a huge challenge, you later realized, since he also compliments your deskmate...

The fourth challenge was one you shared with Hoseok himself, daring him to come up with an outfit ‘concept’ every single day - in any small way. It might’ve been somewhere around the 2-month mark when you realized Hoseok loved fashion just as much as he loved challenges. You mindlessly dared him to be creative every single day when he walked in one day with a weirdly professional Halloween-themed outfit in October - later realizing you had no idea where you got the guts to do so. Thinking he'd just forget the whole thing, which you cringed at the night before, you were surprised to see him come back with a very subtle Snoopy-inspired look the next day. He hasn’t missed a day since.

“Hey hey, guess who I am?” Hoseok immediately starts when he got to your desk, standing above you in a crisp white shirt and blue trousers - if it weren’t for the box of pink donuts he was holding, you would’ve thought this was a tame, weird outfit for Hoseok.

“Hmmm…. a sexy Donald Duck?”

“Come on."

“I’m kidding - I’d know a sexy Homer Simpson anywhere,” you say, smiling wide when he hands the box of donuts to you. “Thank you, Hoseok - you didn’t have to.”

“It completes the outfit! Plus, you can share - your deskmate will likely eat half of them anyways.”

You don’t look beside you to see if the round-faced boy gave Hoseok a glare - how could you look away from the man standing before you?

“Tell me, Y/N, how’s the new project going? Is Yoongi giving you a hard time?”

Your attempt at keeping the conversation brief was futile - your new project excited you more than anything you’d worked on in this job and the others before it, and Hoseok was the only one who'd listen... except for Yoongi, who was paid to do so. Hoseok’s shared excitement and active engagement only kept you talking, as they did practically every morning. He never interrupted once.

“Sorry, Hoseok - I went on about it but… it’s a challenge. A good one. I feel like I’m… actually using my brain as much as I can, you know?”

“I know,” he nods. “I’m so proud. This is exactly what you should be doing and you're on the right path. Keep it up. I have a meeting to get to, but I want to hear more about it. Don’t forget me, okay?”

“I could never,” you reply before Hoseok walks straight past your deskmate and the entire row of people he missed greeting while talking to you. Oops. He must've really been late. You almost feel guilty for stealing him away for a minute too long.... but who could blame you? You'd soak up every second you'd get with him. And knowing Hoseok, he’d make up for it by passing by the others during lunch or on his way out.

“You’re brave,” whispered Jungkook, your deskmate and co-worker who joined the company alongside you 370 days ago. With time, he also grew to become one of your closest friends - and the only other person in the office who knew about your crush.

“Just because I greeted Hoseok?” you reply to the boy sitting beside you, resisting the urge to turn around and watch the man walk around the open floor plan with his fresh cup of coffee.

“Yeah…. you wouldn't stop talking, you know?” he scratches his head. “Does love make you brave? I would expect it’d make one nervous. Well, that’s how normal people would react, anyway. With all your bravery and confidence - this weird thing with Hoseok and that proposal you nailed last week - you might as well just grab the guy and push him up against the wall and tell him you love him.”

You roll your eyes at your favorite colleague, but he goes on.

“He’s clueless, you know. And I don’t know why you’re so sure the guy is taken… I’d find out for you, but Hoseok’s so… intimidating. I just can’t talk to him, even when he passes by and tries to motivate me - our conversations barely last half a minute. Jimin-hyung, he tells me how strict he is, and I’m just glad I’m under Namjoon. Namjoon motivates me. Namjoon’s so…”

“You don’t need to get into it, Jungkook, we know,” you stop him. “And just because you get nervous around your crush doesn’t mean I do.” How’d you get paired up with the teacher’s pet? When you first met Jungkook during orientation, you never suspected the big, muscled jock to be a fanboy of your leader, but apparently, he was. You have to admit, it made him cuter seeing his eyes grow wider whenever he got to work with Namjoon directly on specific projects. It was crazy how much he loved his job.

“But see, with Namjoon, it’s like a platonic work crush, and I’m still so… in awe and nervous when I talk to him,” Jungkook continues, staring at his team leader on the other side of the open floor offices. “Taehyung is the only one that gets me. Namjoon's sexy, smart…. I wanna be like him.”

“Jungkook-ah,” you laugh. “If you talk about Namjoon one more time, I’ll make you go stand in the corner for five minutes as punishment.”

“And how will you do that?”

“I’ll take away your banana milk.”

“That’s punishment enough,” the boy laughs, not even trying to be sneaky as he steals two donuts from Hoseok's box before turning back to his computer screen with his bunny-toothed smile and wide eyes.

Staring back at your screen too, you see an instant message appear from none other than Hoseok. A picture of Yoongi photoshopped onto the body of a cat with the words “have a great meowrning, everyone!”

You can’t help but smile at the photo, but can't help being confused when you turn to Jungkook to see a blank stare on his face…. Odd, considering how much he loved to tease Yoongi for being catlike - despite Yoongi being his superior and not even his team leader… you were in awe of how much Yoongi let him get away with.

Looking over at Taehyung and Jin, two desks away, they didn't react either. Very odd. You had overheard Jin having a discussion with Hoseok comparing Yoongi's hands to a cat's paws, not less than 48 hours ago.

Brushing it off, you get back to work.

-

“Jungkook-ah… do you know any cute girls?”

“Jin-hyung…. don’t tell me,” Jungkook responds softly, standing behind you in your shared corner of the office floor - punishment for distracting you by gushing about Namjoon for five minutes straight. When Jin had seen Jungkook just standing around - seemingly doing nothing but pouting - the older goofball ran up to check on him. You weren’t too surprised that the conversation shifted to the topic of girls, having overheard countless exchanges between the boys that worked in your office and hearing them discuss girls and romantic flings way more than you’d like, but considering Jin's character and the fact that you had met Jin’s long-term girlfriend, you were definitely taken aback by his question.

“Oh, no. Not for me,” Jin chuckles heartily. “Bro, I’m thinking of proposing.”

The noise you hear afterward is undoubtedly a shove.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch,” he whines. “Sorry to scare you. Anyways, do you know any cute girls?”

“Well, besides my girlfriend, no, I don’t. And sorry, but she’s unavailable. Ask Jimin he’s… connected. He set me up with her. But why are you asking me, hyung?”

“For Hoseok.”

Those two words were enough to make your entire world freeze. You couldn’t even scroll the page on your computer if you tried your hardest to. If the screen started malfunctioning, you wouldn’t notice. The words you had written on your screen - some of your proudest work - looked like they were written in another language. Nothing made sense… you almost didn’t realize that Jin had already continued talking.

“…. so it’s been a while. About… wow, maybe it’s been over a year since he had someone? And this is the first time he mentioned wanting to get into a relationship, he said he feels like he has to start dating again. And you know him, he’s picky as fuck. I talked to him about several of my girlfriend's friends, and he passed on them all. Maybe he likes someone. Or, knowing Hoseok, maybe he’s waiting for someone to make a move. He’s sitting in the break room now, moping about whether he should download dating apps and… Hey, Jungkook-ah, why do you look so happy?"

"I think I know someone..."

You find some feeling in your body, just enough to turn around and face the boys standing behind you. Only able to glance at Jungkook quickly, you see the look of shock and excitement on his face and wonder if yours conveyed the same emotions or the nerves bubbling up in your stomach.

“He’s single?” you ask Jin. All you needed was one final confirmation.

The older man simply nods, he didn’t even care that you’d been listening in on their conversation - he was used to it. If you didn’t overhear something, Jungkook and Jimin would let you know of anything you missed anyways.

“Hoseok? Yeah. He has been for over a year now. Hey, do you know any -”

You were up and out of your chair in a matter of seconds without a single thought in this world. The usual 2-minute walk to the break room felt like it took three seconds as you crossed the vast office floor and down a flight of stairs to the break room.

Sure enough, sitting slouched over a table and his same colorful lunchbox, distressed and confused in contrast, was Jung Hoseok.

You weren’t about to waste another second - not even to take a deep breath, before swinging the glass door open.

“Jung Hoseok. You. Me. Dinner. Tonight. 9 pm. That Chinese restaurant you keep talking about.”

Knowing Hoseok, you had to make your intentions clear.

“A date. You and me.”

The look on Hoseok’s face was one you’d never seen before. He was…stunned, taking way too long to answer. Realizing you’d never seen that look on his face before, you think maybe he really was as strict as the boys made him out to be… Maybe he was rethinking your entire friendship - which you just realized you could lose. Maybe you could lose something else. Because maybe you just committed a workplace violation. Maybe you just instigated a romantic affiliation with your colleague - not only that, your superior - in a work environment that definitely wouldn’t have allowed it. Maybe you were about to be reprimanded or worse, fired.

The chuckle you hear interrupts your brief moment of panic. Looking around, you see a third person in the room, Namjoon, at the very back, making himself a cup of tea with a wide smile on his face. Maybe it wouldn’t be a violation… if the boss was this happy. The immediate nod he gave you was enough to shove your worries away and finally look back at Hoseok… who was, unbelievable to you, blushing and trying to hold back a smile. Maybe he did need someone to ask him out, as Jungkook and Jin kept saying.

“I… yes. yes, Y/N. See you there.”

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[seokjinsonlyone]

home wrecker

pairing: hoseok x f!reader

summary: You may have done bad things sometimes, but you weren’t a bad person.

genre: strangers to ???; angst?; comfort? idk what this is

rating: pg-15

warnings: mature themes; mild language; implied infidelity; reader kinda toxic a little; mentions of drinking like hobi's a little intoxicated

wc: 3.3k

a/n: idk what this is i ain’t never written nothing like before i have no idea if this is even any good but i did it so here it is <\3

“Who’s that?” you asked, nodding your head to the guy across the room. He was leaning against the wall, one ankle crossed over the other, drink in his hand, chain dangling from around his neck, and the brightest smile you’ve ever seen coupled with a jawline that could butcher a cow. 

“He’s got a girlfriend. They’ve been together for, like, two years.”

You scowled at your friend. “Okay? That is not the question I asked.”

“No, but the question you asked is the same one you always ask right before you ruin a relationship.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not ruining anything. These men ruin their own relationships.”

She snorted. “Yeah, only because you chase after them like a cop with no arrests at the end of the month.”

You harrumphed. “First of all, you know I would never chase after a man. Second, it’s not my fault that men in relationships are the only ones attracted to me. Do you know him?”

“Yes, but-”

“Let’s go say hi.” You pushed off the wall you were leant against, beginning to make your way over to the man, ignoring protests from your friend, until she grabbed your wrist.

“Girl, don’t.”

“Don’t what? Say hi? The whole point of a party is to talk to other people.”

“This ain’t a party, it's a kickback.”

“All the more reason to socialize. There’s all of thirty people here, and you brought me. It’d be weird to just stand and talk to each other the whole night. We could’ve stayed home if that’s what you wanted to do.”

“I wanted you to talk to his friend. His single friend. Jimin.”

“Which one is he?”

“The blonde with the varsity jacket.”

You turned your head to the side in search of the figure she described. It didn’t take long to find him. He was already staring at you when you brought your attention back to their group. He was undoubtedly gorgeous, but a little on the short side. “Okay. Well, we can talk to him too.”

“Girl.”

“What?”

“He has a girlfriend.”

“And, where is she at?” You’d been at the party for nearly an hour and had been keeping tabs on the guy for almost as long. There hasn’t been any female glued to his side at any point.

“I don’t think she’s here tonight, but still…”

“They been together for two years, but she ain’t at the function with him and his friends?” You raised your eyebrow. “If that was me, I’d make sure I was at my man’s gatherings, but that’s just me though.”

“No, you wouldn’t. You’d be creeping around as usual because the men you attach yourself to don’t want to be seen with you in public.”

Your jaw dropped. You knew your friend didn’t approve of your actions, but you didn’t realize she thought so lowly of you. So lowly that she would throw one of your biggest insecurities in your face in the middle of a party that she dragged you to no less. And, she didn’t even drive there. No license having trick. “You can find your own way back tonight,” you spat, ripping your wrist from her grasp and stomping your way to the man you’d set your sights on for the night. 

You didn’t even want to talk to him anymore. You wanted to go home, but spite was a wonderful motivator and you weren’t in the wrong here so you certainly weren’t going to leave. She’d probably go around the house painting you out as the no good, terrible, man-stealing ho, and you couldn’t have that even if there was some semblance of truth. You may have done bad things sometimes, but you weren’t a bad person. You took a deep breath before speaking up with probably a little too much pep. “Hey guys!” 

You cringed internally, but the trio in front of you didn’t seem to pay much attention to the false enthusiasm laced in your tone, greeting you in return. “I’m ___.” Jimin placed you as your homegirl’s friend immediately, switching places with the tallest one of the bunch to get closer to you.

“Yeah… It’s Jimin, right?” Up close you realize you’ve definitely seen him around from previous times on campus. 

He lit up at your recognition and any other night you might’ve made the executive decision to switch targets. You loved having people wrapped around your finger and a willing subject was always welcome even if it was temporary, but tonight you were on a mission.

You could still see your friend from your peripheral vision, so you upped your antics, running your hand up Mr. Girlfriend’s arm, leaning into him. “And what about you? What’s your name?”

He gulped, smiling lightly at you, clearly caught off guard but not enough that he withdrew from your touch. “Hoseok. Everyone calls me Hobi, though.”

You bit your lip looking up at him through your lashes. “Hobi? That’s cute.” He giggled. “You’re cute,” you added, before turning your attention away from him. Like you said, you never chased a man. You were more like a fisherman. Drop the bait, wait for it to catch, and then reel them in. 

“And you?” You nodded to the tall one.

“Namjoon.”

“Namjoon,’ you repeated, testing the name out. “I like that. A lot of potential for nicknames.”

He smiled at you, tilting his head to the side slightly. “You’re not in this program are you?”

“What? I know my skirt’s a little short, but do I not look like I’m getting my masters in literature too?” You smirked, patting yourself mentally as all three men looked down to inspect just how short your skirt was. Namjoon’s eyes made their way back up first, then Jimin’s, then Hobi’s. Bait caught. Too easy. 

“No, I just meant I don’t think I’ve seen you around,” he elaborated.

“I’m just messing with you. No, I don’t go here. I figured out very early that school isn’t for me. Not early enough to avoid being in debt, but enough that I’m not buried in it.” You shrugged. “You all book nerds, though?”

“They are. I’m not.” Jimin was quick to pipe up. 

“Oh? What kind of nerd are you then?”

“I’m in engineering.”

“So, you like to build stuff?”

He nodded, running his hands through his hair and looking you directly in your eyes. “I’m really good with my hands.” You made a mental note to get his number before the night ended. He may not have been the tallest, but he was definitely an option worth exploring. For now though, you laughed his comment off and went back to questioning the other two. 

“So, what kind of books do you like?”

“To read or to write?” Namjoon asked.

“Mmm… both.”

“Well, I like reading mostly about art and art history these days, but I’ll read anything to be honest. As for writing, I kind of just write down whatever I feel about whatever’s going on in poems, mostly. I actually, um, have a friend that’s a producer and sometimes I’ll talk over a beat a little sometimes,” he said, trailing off at the end.

You took a moment to process his last sentence. “So, you’re a rapper?”

Even in the low lighting, you could make out the fact that a blush was creeping over his cheeks. “Kind of.”

That intrigued you immensely. “You on soundcloud?” He nodded, and you pulled out your phone ready to add him otherwise you would forget. “Under Namjoon? Or is there some other pseudonym you use?”

He cleared his throat. “RM.”

“What’s that stand for?”

“Whatever you want it to.”

You paused your search, looking up to him. “That’s…” you racked your brain trying to find the exact word to describe your feelings, “...hot.” Something about ambiguity really did it for you. You may not have liked to chase, but you sure did love to solve a good puzzle every now and again. You liked the way he didn’t give everything away. Really looking at him now, you realized you liked a lot of things about Namjoon. He was a tall, built, art loving rapper, and the dimples that popped out after your compliment had your brain doing somersaults thinking of what you could do with him, to him, what he could do to you. God, maybe you put your friendship on the line for nothing.

You were hard pressed to admit that, though, so you snapped your attention back to Hobi, who’d been quietly beside you the whole time, sipping on his drink. “And what about you, Hobi? What kind of book nerd are you?”

He snapped out of whatever daze he was in at the mention of his name. “Huh? Books? Uh… classics, mainly. I’m uh- My dad is a literature professor, so I just kinda followed his- Ya know? It’s familiar.”

You nodded along, toying with the edge of his jacket. “I get it. Nothing wrong with that. You go to school so you can get a job. We can’t all be super cool underground rappers.”

“Hobi dances, though,” Namjoon threw in. He exposed himself, so he had to expose someone else you guess. Jimin rolled his eyes. He must be good then.

“Really?” you gasped, the fake enthusiasm sneaking it’s way back in your throat. “And you were gonna keep it a secret from me?”

He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Ah… it’s just for fun.”

“I’m sure you’re really good though.” If Jimin’s reaction wasn’t enough to go by, his muscular lean build surely told you that he was good at something. “Why don’t you show me?”

“Right now? I’m kind of tipsy. I don’t think I could...”

“So you won’t show me?” you pouted, poking out your lip.

“I mean…”

“Pleeeeaaassseeee,” you whined, walking two fingers up his abdomen before sliding your palm in his. “Dance with me? Just one song?”

You interlocked your fingers of the hand that was in his and used the other one to take the cup from him, finishing off whatever he’d been nursing. You didn’t know what it was, but it was strong. Fighting the urge to gag, you dropped the cup into Jimin’s hand as you pulled him away from the group. 

The hip hop track that started playing had a low, slow, steady bass line that set the perfect mood for your attempted seduction. You brought his hands down to your hips and slid yours up his neck as you began swaying to the beat. He was a bit stiff at first, hesitant to fall in line. A few seconds in, though, his dancer nature kicked in, body having no choice but  to move to the beat. And for a minute you forgot all about what you were supposed to be doing, simply enjoying the feeling of his hands guiding you whichever way he wanted you to go. It came back to you however, as you caught your homegirl’s eyes over his shoulder, igniting another wave of pettiness within you.

“You’re really good at this Hoseok.”

He looked down at you, giving you a small smile. “Thank you.”

You started carding your hands through the hair at the nape of his neck. “Are you always this quiet?”

“No. I’m usually quite loud, actually. Alcohol just makes me…“ he trailed off searching for the right word.

“Sleepy?” you suggested.

He shook his head. “More like observant?”

“And what have you observed tonight?”

“Mmm… I think… it seems like you’re into me?”

“Good boy,” you praised, lips quirked up in a demure smirk, switching from carding through his hair to lightly scratching at his scalp. 

Your eyebrows shot up when he moaned at the sensation. “You like that?” you asked, pulling back and taking in his hazy expression, eyes nearly drooped shut.

He nodded.

You pressed your body as close to him as possible, parting your legs slightly so that his was trapped in between yours, what was once mildly appropriate slow dancing now little more than grinding.“What about this?”

“Yeah,” he replied breathlessly.

“And this?” you question kissing a path up his neck. You revel in the shiver that runs through his spine.

He cursed under his breath, hands squeezing where they were stationed at your hips. 

“You know what I observed, Hoseok?” You took the hitch in his breath as a sign that he was paying attention, “I think you’re into me, too.” You pulled his hair a little, causing his head to lean back, so you can look him in his eyes. He moaned again, eyes rolling back in his head. You waited until he focused on you again before posing your last question. “You wanna get out of here?”

“Please,” he whimpered. 

You took him by the hand leading him out of the party, making sure to lock eyes with your friend as you walked out. Unfortunately, the high you were riding on from successfully reeling in Hoseok began dissipating fairly quickly. Her words from earlier ringing in your head, killing your mood. Here you go again creeping around in the dark with someone who wouldn’t look your way in the light. You pressed your head against the steering wheel. It really was tiring. 

You actually forgot you were still with him until he cleared his throat. “Are you okay to drive?”

You turned your head to the side to look at him., before sitting up and running a hand down your face. “Yeah, I’m good. The only drink I had was whatever little bit was in your cup.”

He nodded.

You sighed, starting your car up and pulling out the parking lot. You could feel his eyes on you the whole time. “What?”

“Are you okay in general?”

You stopped, putting the car in park before you entered the main road and reached into the backseat where you kept bottled water. You handed one to Hobi. “Drink that. You’re too “observant.” I don’t sleep with drunk people.”

He took a couple gulps, swishing the water in his mouth before swallowing. “Why not?”

“Because if this is the first and last time we’re doing this, I want you to remember me,” you recited. It was a line you used whenever you pulled and it never failed to incite some sort of reaction.

“That’s… hot.” You snorted. Worked every time. “I’m actually not that drunk, by the way. A bit tipsy but not really drunk.”

“That’s good, Hobi.”

He was quiet for a few minutes letting you drive in peace probably sensing your lack of interest in conversation, but he soon started fidgeting awkward tension radiating off of him in waves. You gave him a good look once you approached a stop light and now you felt the need to check on him. “Are you okay?”

He chuckled nervously. “Yeah… just nervous. Haven’t done this,” he gestured between the two of you, obviously referring to hooking up with a stranger, “in a while, to be honest.”

And something about that answer caused you to snap. “You shouldn’t be doing this at all, Hoseok. You have a girlfriend. You shouldn’t cheat on your girlfriend. It’s wrong.” You noticed the light turning green and quickly turned on your hazards because now that you were going, there was no way you were gonna stop. He was gon catch every last drop of frustration you had pent up in you. “But that doesn’t matter to you does it? No. You’re not the one who’s getting betrayed. You’re not the one who ends up with a broken heart. The only thing you get is a red flag, and that doesn’t even matter because it only lasts until the next girl rolls around and ignores it or decides that she can fix you. And, me? I’m the bad guy in the situation, again. I’m the home wrecking slut, again! And, no one wants to even be friends with me, much less love me. I become this- this irredeemable thing, but that’s okay as long as you get your dick wet, right?”

Hoseok stared at you with wide eyes, mouth slightly ajar, taking in your outburst. “I- I’m sorry.”

“I bet you are.” You rolled your eyes, turning off your hazards and pulling off. “Do you have somewhere I can drop you off?” As much as you wanted to just leave him on the side of the road, you didn’t think that attempted cheating necessarily constituted a possible death sentence.

“I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“What?”

“I mean I had one, but we’ve been broken up for a month now.”

“Oh.” Shame was a feeling you’d grown unaccustomed to; it came with the territory. If you were going to do something, you considered the consequences-both positive and negative-and committed to it. But, you definitely just wrongfully accused this man and overshared your own emotions at a stoplight. Embarrassing. 

“I never even mentioned it. How’d you know?” You noticed a Wendy’s up ahead and pulled into the parking lot so you could explain what happened right before you approached his group, argument with your friend and all without being distracted. He mulled over the information before speaking again. “You know she’s been trying to get with me pretty much ever since she found out me and my ex broke up, right?”

Now you could add stupid to the list of emotions you were feeling. “Right. I forgot she was a liar.” You were so caught up in having your feelings hurt that you didn’t even think to consider the validity of her statement.

He raised his eyebrows. “You know she’s a liar, yet you’re still friends with her?”

You shrugged. “She usually doesn’t lie to me. Besides, I have to practice what I preach. I do things I shouldn’t do, yet I go around saying that I’m not a bad person. I have to give others the same consideration.” There was silence in the car as you stared at each other, and for the first time in a while it felt like someone was finally seeing the real you. It was too much. “Are you hungry?” you asked, moving toward the drive through. “I could get you a four for four as an apology for accusing you of being a selfish cheater?”

He breathed out a laugh. “Yeah, I could eat.”

As you waited for them to hand you the food, you rolled your neck to the side, glancing at Hoseok. “I’m sorry for real. For going off on you and for, like, using you to get back at her.”

“It’s okay.”

You nodded, blowing raspberries into the air now that it was free from any sort of tension. “So, do you have anywhere I can drop you off,” you asked again.

“Can I go home with you?”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Hoseok, I mean, we’re cool now, and you are very handsome, but I’m really not in the mood to get into anything tonight.”

“No, I know. I don’t mind taking the couch or whatever, but it’ll just be easier to get brunch tomorrow if we’re already in the same location.”

“Huh?”

“I want to take you to brunch tomorrow.”

You blinked at him. “Hobi… You don’t want to get involved with me. I have a reputation, and-”

“And, I don’t care. I don’t think you’re a bad person or some irredeemable thing, and I want to take you out in the morning where everyone can see us. Is that okay?” 

A tear or two slipped down your cheek, but he didn’t comment on it. Just took one of the napkins from the bag and dabbed it under your eyes. You couldn’t even remember the last time you’d been handled with even a fraction of the tenderness he’d displayed with that one simple action. Couldn’t remember the last time you felt like you deserved it. You still weren’t sure if you did, but something in the soft smile he was giving you told you it’d be okay if you accepted it anyway. “Yeah. It’s okay.”

#bts #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #jung hoseok #j hope #hoseok fanfic #hoseok smut #hoseok fic #hobi #hoseok x reader #j hope fanfic #bangtan bathhouse #hobi fanfiction #hoseok x you #j hope x you #j hope x reader #hobi fic #jimin fanfic #kim namjoon fanfic #j hope smut #hobi smut

[bteezxyewriter12]

Take My Picture~ Hobi/ 1

Pairing- Hobi x Named Reader

Word count- 1.9k

Includes- Sixty nine, deep throating, pussy eating, cum eating, riding, multiple orgasms, fluff

Tag list- @mingtina

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Hobi POV

My eyes switch between the vlive and my girlfriend

She's sitting across from me, Tae, Jungkook and Jimin out of sight from the computer

We just ordered food and she came out of the bedroom to eat

She's going back in the bedroom when she's done

Right now, she's smirking, taking pictures of me on her phone

She's sending me the picture with naughty comments about how she wants to ride me, wanting to suck my dick, wanting me to eat her cunt

And fuck I want that too

She's making me so hard during this vlive and I have to hide it

It's getting ridiculous

I look at her after a racy message, making sure I'm out of the frame of the vlive

I put my tongue in my cheek, glaring at her and she just snaps another picture

My eyes move to my phone when it lights up again

It's the pictures of me with my tongue in my cheek, my tongue showing and the message, "Want that tongue fucking my pussy, making me cum all over it"

Mother fuck

I close my eyes, trying to hold back the horniness

I lean back on the couch, running my hands on my hair to try to relax

Another message pops up, a picture of me leaning back on the couch, in the same position I'm in now

"Wanna be on that big hard cock soaking you from how wet I am"

That's it

I tug on Jungkook's shirt, his head turning to mine

"What?"

Whispering in his ear, I tell him, "Take the computer to one of your rooms and continue the live there with the guys"

"Why?", he asks quietly

"I'm gonna fuck Joanne"

He rolls his eyes, "Seriously? Now?"

I nod, "She keeps sexting me and I want her right now. If you guys are still on when I'm done, I'll come to your room"

"What the hell do I say to ARMYS?"

"Tell them that I had to take an important phone call and you guys have to leave"

"Yeah right. Whatever"

I move out of the way of the computer, listening to Jungkook say what I just told him to

Tae and Jimin look at me suspiciously but don't say anything

The three of them get up, Jungkook talking to ARMYS as they leave the room

I lean back on the couch, looking at her with my eyebrows raised

She has a shocked look on her face

"Get naked and come over here now"

She listens, standing up and stripping

While she does that, I quickly take my clothes off too

She comes to me and I grab her, laying down on my back, moving her into the 69 position

"Suck my cock aegi. Just like you said you wanted to", I demand, moving her head to my cock

I feel my cock move into a small tight space, sucking, immediately throwing me into pleasure

"Good fucking girl. All the way. Wanna be in that tight throat. Wanna hear you choke on my cock"

I push her head down more, the sound of her gagging and choking turning me on

It's fine, she deepthroats me all the time and she loves to choke on me

Once I'm nestled in her throat, her mouth sucks, going at my cock hard

"Fuck good girl", I praise her

Moving my eyes to her cunt, I softly run my fingers on her, feeling how soaked she is

And she was right, she's so drenched, messy

Just how I like to eat her pussy

Spreading her lips wide, I slide my tongue all over her cunt, my face immediately drenched in her juice

She moans on my cock the faster I move my tongue, her little hole getting more and more wet

Her mouth moves faster, sucking and swallowing on me desperately

Sliding my tongue down her pussy, I suck her clit into my mouth, sucking hard

She screams on my dick, her fingers digging into my thighs

I continue playing with her clit, sucking, biting and licking as fast as I can

I love the feel of her little bump in my mouth

I love how hard it throbs in my mouth, how good it is for sucking, how much pleasure it gives her

I love eating her cunt and I'll do it whenever she asks me to

She's wiggling a lot, her mouth not sucking, just holding me in her throat

I know it's because she's in so much pleasure

I can see her hole throbbing and I shove my tongue inside

She cries out loudly, clenching my tongue so hard, so close to coming

Fucking my tongue in and out of her, I rub her clit to get her to cum faster

I fucking want her delicious cream all over my mouth, down my throat

"Cum on my tongue baby. Now. I'm hungry"

Her body shakes and I shove my tongue as far as I can as she cums, her taste hitting me hard, coating my tongue in cream

Pulling my tongue out, I quickly swallow then dive back in for more

"God such a perfect pussy for me, gives me such yummy cream all the fucking time", I praise her, "I can eat this cunt over and over again and never get enough"

Her screams mix with her choking making her swallow on my cock faster

She's bringing me so close but I don't want to cum in her mouth

I want to cum in her warm, tight, pussy

Pulling her off my cock, I hear her breathing in as I sit up and lean against the couch cushions like I did in the picture she took

Manhandling her, I get her on top of me, her legs straddling me

Holding my cock up, I push her down on me, bottoming out right away

She cries in pleasure, still fucked out from her orgasm

"Ride my cock baby. You said you wanted to remember?"

She nods, out if it

"Bounce baby. I need you. My cock needs your cunt baby"

"Yyy...yes Hobi", she whimpers, her legs moving, bouncing on my cock

"Take me all in baby. Bottom me out ok? Wanna be deep inside you"

She nods, spreading her legs wider, taking me in hard, my head against her spot

"Fuck", she murmurs

"Right against your spot huh aegi?"

She nods again

"Good, keep fucking yourself there baby"

She complies, her hips moving in circles as she rides me so well, the pleasure astounding

God her tight cunt takes me so well, stretching just for me and keeping such a tight grip, drenching me in juice

I watch her ride me, the sight of her in so much pleasure, the sight of her sweaty body moving against me, the sight of my cock being swallowed again and again is fucking amazing

"Such a pretty girl for me", I praise her, leaning forward and sucking her nipple in my mouth

"Fuck Hobi", she whines, her cunt a wet mess

I suck her nipple faster, pinching her other with my hand

My other hand is on her ass, squeezing as she rides me hard

"God baby your ride my cock so well. Like a fucking pro", I compliment as I lick her other nipple, feeling the hard bump under my tongue

"Hoseok...I can't...I...baby", she whines

"It's ok aegi. Cream my cock baby"

"Hoseok!", she cries, her hike spasming so fast and hard as she makes a complete mess on my dick

"Fuck", I whisper, closing my eyes and feeling the immense pleasure her orgasm gives me

I can never get enough of her

When she finishes, her body slumps, her hands on my shoulders

"Good baby?", I ask

"Uh huh", she whimpers, her eyes closed as she breathes hard

"Aww aegi. Did you fuck yourself dumb on my cock?"

She nods

"Well I'll help you baby because I'm not done with your cunt yet"

Gripping her hips, I pull her halfway up my length

"Hold on to my shoulders baby"

She does, her hands gripping me, arms straight out

I snap my hips up, burying myself deep in her cunt, smashing her spot making her yelp

I move faster, plunging deep inside her every time, fucking her mercilessly

I watch her gorgeous face, watch her biting her lip as more pleasure fills her face again

"Like it baby?"

She nods

"My cock's all for you my baby girl. To make you feel good, to make you cum. To be inside you"

"Yes Hobi. Love having you inside me"

Oh I know she does

The amount of times we have sex proves it to me

"Wanna cum on my dick?"

She nods, "Yes Hobi. So much baby. Please"

"Anything for you baby"

I love giving her orgasms so I have no problem giving it to her

Fucking up into her, it doesn't take long before she's shaking on me, screaming my name and covering me in cum

"Yes good girl", I say, fucking her through her orgasm

"Hobi!", she cries, "Cum inside me! Please baby, I want your cum inside me"

"Oh yeah?", I smirk, pumping my cock into her

"Yes Hobi. Please. Wanna be filled with your cum"

"Well you'll get your wish baby. I'm gonna cum real soon"

Her pussy is clenching me over and over and it just takes a few thrusts before I'm holding her on my length, exploding inside her

"Take my cum baby", I moan, ecstacy running through me

God she always gives me the most intense orgasms, cunt sucking all my cum from my cock

I slump back in the couch as I finish with her collapsing on me, her face in my neck

Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her tightly, running my fingers up and down her back

I feel her skin tremble against my fingertips, making me smile

Kissing her shoulder, I tell her, "I love you"

"I love you Hobi", she answers, sleepily

I hold her for a few minutes, not wanting to move

It's only when I hear her light snores do I realize she's asleep

"My baby. Such a sleepy baby", I whisper, chuckling

She murmurs something but doesn't wake up

I decide to put her in bed so she can sleep

Standing up, I hold her tightly, walking to the bedroom

Pulling the covers back, I lay her in the bed, making sure her head is against the soft pillow

Pulling the blanket over her, she murmurs, "Hobi?"

"I'm here baby", I tell her, sitting next to her, running my fingers in her hair, "Sleep baby. You're so tired"

"Mmmm", she says, drifting off again

Once she's fast asleep, I get up and go to the living room, grabbing my phone

I quickly text Jungkook asking if they're still doing the vlive

"Dude we finished like half an hour ago. You've been gone for an hour"

Shit

Oh well, there's nothing I can do about it now

I can just do another vlive another day and make it up to ARMYS

Right now I want to cuddle with my baby and sleep

Going back to the bedroom, I climb in bed next to her

She immediately rolls over to me, snuggling against me

She's still asleep but it's like she knows I'm here and wants to be near me

We're both like that

Even asleep we gravitate towards each other, wanting to be close

I was never like that with any girl I dated but I'm so happy it's with her

The love of my life

I settle down next to her, holding her in my arm

Giving her a kiss, I tell her, "Night aegi", then close my eyes, falling asleep

#ksmutclub #take my picture #hobi fanfic #hobi fic #hobi fanfiction #hobi smut #bts hobi smut #hoseok fanfic #hoseok fanfiction #hoseok fic #hoseok smut #jung hoseok fic #jung hoseok fanfiction #jung hoseok fanfic #jung hoseok smut #bts hoseok smut #jhope smut #jhope fanfic #jhope fanfiction #jhope fic #bts fic #bts fanfic #btsfanfiction #bts smut

[bonvoyagenoona]

BVN Re:adalongs | #2

What is a BVN Re:adalong?

I’ve been getting lots of questions about my writing process, and a couple of kind friends have asked me to read fic snippets to them and share thoughts. Thus, BVN Re:adalongs was born! During these live readings, I’ll sprinkle in your questions, my thoughts, and anything else that comes up. These readings will also be recorded, so you can listen along at a later date.

Read more about BVN Re:adalongs here!

BVN Re:adalongs | #2 Details:

📘 FIC: #4 with a Smile

This is a Yoongi x Hobi x Female Sex Worker Reader fic written for the Suits & Ties collab hosted by @sugakookitty​ and @hobisuniverse​! Thanks again to @yuugehn​ for suggesting I go for it!

🎧 WHEN: Live reading will be Sunday May 22 at 7 PM US Central on Discord; recording will be uploaded later that evening on SoundCloud!

❓ QUESTIONS: Send me an ask, share your question via comment / reply or reblog this post, or enter your questions into the #questions channel in the Discord! I’ll also collect questions from the fic comments / replies!

❗ NOTES: The Discord is really only going to be used for the questions and re:adalong livestream, but if you have suggestions on what else we can do in the Discord, let me know! Obviously, it will be age-restricted for 18+ only due to mature themes / adult content, so you’ll need to be signed in if you want to listen live. Also, y’all have been so kind to me in comments and replies for the entire time that I’ve been sharing my writing, and I definitely want to honor that! Let’s keep it chill, kind, respectful, and fun! Finally, this is the first project I’ve ever done like this, so please bear with me through technical difficulties! 

As always, thanks for reading along with me!

#bts fanfiction #bts smut #hobi smut #yoongi smut #yoongi fanfiction #hobi fanfiction #bvn re:adalongs #bvn readalongs

[jeonsjiddies]

“I kept thinking about all those stories I heard about little girls getting kidnapped and sold into slavery and I think I almost passed out.”

- Hoseok, Little Things

I’m so sorry but the way I bust out laughing when he said this.

I was like “Whoa~ that escalated quickly😭 Not slavery!💀”

This is definitely going in my favs😌 I’m not even done yet😫

😂😂😂 well, Hobi has always had a flair for the dramatics 😝 thank you so much for reading, I’m so glad you like it so far!!! This ask made my day 🥰🥰🥰

#bts #bts jung hoseok #hoseok x reader #feedback #bts smut #smut #hobi fanfiction #little things

[mcntsee]

The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

#y/n #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds x reader #cod x reader #simon riley x reader #konig x reader #cod x y/n #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x y/n #konig x y/n #harry potter x y/n #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x y/n #six of crows x reader #jesper fahey x reader #jesper fahey x y/n #wylan van eck x reader #fanfiction #fluff #angst #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #alastor x y/n #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x y/n #the umbrella academy x reader #five hargreaves x reader #klaus hargreeves x reader

[clemleur]

makin' love - hobie brown

hobie loves it when you get all sappy during sex

his cock is deep in your cunt and his arms are forcing your back to arch so he can hit that spot deeper and harder

he’s all focused on making you feel good and getting you to squirt all over his thick veiny cock when he sees your arm reaching for something behind you and your whines become less pleasure sounding and more “need something” sounding

and before he can even ask what his baby needs, he feels your hand touch and grip his arm

and he realizes that you just wanna hold his hand while he blows your back out

“you wanna hold my hand baby? is that it?” he says while he intertwines his hand with yours

and he knows he was right when instead of responding, you just let out a whine of satisfaction, too fucked out to really give a good response

and in another instance, he’s making love to you in missionary, kissing all over your face and holding you close while you feel the slow drag of his cock in and out of you

he’s rubbing on your clit and you just feel so so good that you tear up a little bit

“what’s wrong? are you okay? do you want to stop?” he asks worried he’s hurting you

but all you do is choke out in between moans that you want a kiss and whisper against his lips that you love him

and it brings him so close so fast that before he can stop it, he cums inside you while wiping your tears while he kisses you nice and slow

#he just loves indulging you #thinks your so fucking cute #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown smut #hobie brown x you #hobie brown imagine #hobie brown fanfiction #hobie brown x black!reader

[dearsnow]

HOW THEY SLEEP (SPIDERVERSE)

- headcanons for how the spiderverse characters sleep when they’re in the same bed as you (spiderverse x gn!reader, fluff)

a/n - ghhhh the spider people have been on my mind lately i love them so much. btw, my requests are open (and so are my commissions), so send me an ask about them!

includes: hobie, miguel, pavitr, miles, & gwen

HOBIE sleeps absolutely chaotically. His arm is thrown over your body, your legs are tangled under the sheets, and there’s a disproportionally large number of blankets covering him. He also talks in his sleep, which is wonderful. In the middle of the night, you just hear mumbles about “no labels…” as you’re trying to settle down.

Most of the time, MIGUEL sleeps like a stone. He doesn’t move, he doesn’t fidget, and sometimes it looks like he isn’t even breathing. You’ve had to check his pulse more than once because you were scared he died in his sleep. When he isn’t frozen, though, he has nightmares. You know they’re happening when he accidentally smacks you in the face, causing you to shake him awake until he can clear his head.

PAVITR sleeps on his side peacefully. Sometimes a little too peacefully, because you’ve caught him with his thumb in his mouth. He swears it’s not a habit and it “just happens sometimes” because he’s super relaxed. Mostly, though, he’s normal. He’s a big fan of facing you when falling asleep because he likes to see your face in the morning.

Almost any time you sleep in the same bed as MILES, he is nervous out of his mind- even if you’ve been together for a long time and have slept side by side before. This manifests into him trying not to touch you accidentally so you don’t feel uncomfortable. He’s fallen off the bed multiple times because of this. After a little bit of the avoidance, though, and knowing you’re okay with it, he likes cuddling and holding you. Don’t expect him to get all into it immediately, though; you’re just so awesome you make him anxious.

GWEN claims that she doesn’t like cuddling, so when you sleep with her, you always fall asleep back to back. When you wake up, however, she’s always snuggled right up next to you. She’s a peaceful sleeper (save for a couple of midnight kicks), so you don’t even know how she ends up touching you. In any case, you absolutely don’t mind.

#solar eclipse. #hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #hobie x you #hobie spiderverse #atsv hobie #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #hobie brown #miguel o’hara headcanon #pavitr prabhakar #atsv pavitr #pavitr x reader #spiderverse pavitr #pavitr x you #miles morales #miles morales x reader #miles morales x you #miles morales headcanons #miles morales imagine #miguel o’hara imagine #spider gwen #gwen stacy x reader #gwen stacy #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara fluff #atsv #across the spider verse

[hobies-princealbert]

pornstar! hobie brown x pornstar! reader | (obviously nsfw)

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

☆ pornstar! hobie brown whose name you've heard floating around your feed since your first appearance. The one who you've been dying to get in touch with, but feared that your small following wouldn't interest him, like some of the others you've asked.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown, a veteran in the game, and by what you've heard is one of the best fucks some of the most seasoned creators have ever had.

☆ yeah, that same pornstar! hobie brown that just messaged you asking if you were down to collaborate with him one day.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who had you screaming into your sheets and kicking your feet cause not only does he knows you exist, he wants to collab!

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who you immediately said yes to.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown and you then stayed up all night discussing the location, time, equipment, condoms, toys etc. you know the good stuff. he was surprisingly thorough, most people you've collaborate with just wanted to make sure you were clean and had a good camera.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who when he showed up in the lobby of the hotel he booked, took your breath away. the man was ridiculously gorgeous. not to mention thay voice. god, fuck me sideways he's hot asf.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown took the initiative to started up some small talk as you made your way to the room. he could tell you were nervous, since you were much more talkative on the phone. and he could hear the excitement in your voice. but now you couldn't even look him in the eye. guess he's gonna have to do his best to ease your nerves.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown offered to do most of the heavy lifting like the setting up the cameras, lights, sanitizing the sheets, just whatever prep was needed. all he wanted from you was to get relaxed and ready.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who started you off with a slow heated makeout session. he was a damn good kisser, and his lip piercing made the experience even better. he told you to guide his hands to wherever you wanted them. his hands were much bigger than yours, but still his palms were soft and warm to the touch.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who's breath hitched once you directed one of his hands to cup your clothed cunt. you both stared at each other, both afraid to make any sudden moves.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown did his best to ensured you times that ""jus' say the word love, and all this stops. i won' be disappointed ok?" even though he said it with a half hearted tone, his gaze in his eyes was serious. the last thing he wanted was for you to force yourself.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who was doing his best to ignore the mind numbing throb in his pants, as he waited on your response. you then moved his hand pass the waistband of your panties, so he could put his finger in between your folds. once he did, his eyes grew slightly wide. you were soaked.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who you had to now ensure you were ready. "trust me I want this as much as you do, i promise i do". and with the simplest nod, he went to work.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown, that you found out was a real pussy drunk, had used his tongue to push pass your folds and was now tongue deep in your cunt. his hands pressed your hips further into his face anytime you even squirmed in the slightest. its not like you could help it. he sent the first few minutes searching your inner walls for the spot that made you cry out the loudest. and once he did it was hell to get him off it.

☆ the man, pornstar! hobie brown, was a messy ass eater. you could hear as he suckled hard on your clit. how whenever needed a break would just run his pressed tongue along your slit. and how he would groan whenever your walls tried to push out his tongue whenever you reached your peak.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who reminded you to breathe as you struggled to ease in his length. he knew it would probably be a tight fit, that's why he made sure to coat your cunt with slick and spit before he tried. "don' worry jus' breathe love. shhh i know, but imma need you to relax for me. no it will fit, jus' stay with me now".

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who loved to give you face a light tap whenever your eyes would roll back or you mumbled to him when he asked you a question. he would most definitely grab your chin if he caught you staring at the camera instead of him. he knows it's for the optics, but hell he's the one fucking you dumb, so eyes on him. "don' focus on them. 'm right 'ere love. set thos' pretty eyes on me. trust me please baby. just you and me"

☆ pornstar! hobie brown that loves to run his fucking mouth. you almost told him to shut up, especially since he realized how your walls would pulse around him whenever he so much as let out a groan. what can he say, if he sees an opportunity to make you cum, he'll do whatever it takes.

☆ speaking of cum, pornstar! hobie brown who tell you to open your legs wider so the camera can get a good shot of the mess your cunt made of your inner thighs and his dick. "let 'em see baby, aw look at that. oh i kno' they gonna be so proud of you, but probably not as proud as me. good girl, lemme clean you off." yes he gave you a tongue bath.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who just by fucking you to the edge in some random hotel room, helped you blow up practically overnight. don't be surprised if he hits you up for a part 2. (he would even if there was no camera)

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── ⋆˙⟡♡ 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 (𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚)

from spider-man : across the spiderverse (spoiler free!!)

characters. miles morales. miguel o’hara. hobie brown & peter b. parker. + pavitr prabhakar

notes. i quickly wrote this because spiderverse has consumed a lot of my attention (cue the tiktok edits i’ve saved of hobie and miguel). anyways hope i did the characterization accurate enough and hope it was fun to read ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) + not completely proofread

𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 ❤︎

he’s painfully awkward when it comes to hugging. his limbs don’t know where to wrap around, so they keep flaring everywhere until you end up locking him into one solid hug.

miles is also very respectful of your boundaries, he would do that weird hover hand thing over your waist that would look very off in photos (his hand literally 3 inches away from your shoulder, but a good photo overall).

but when he’s close to you, he would pull you into a protective and warm embrace— especially if he has been worried sick about you. that’s until he pulls away and let’s out a chuckle accompanied with a light scratch on the back of his neck to ease his worries.

“umm… wait— lemme just…”

miles’ arms were bending awkwardly and moving in lightning speed, a nervous smile plastered onto his conflicted features— twitching brows and all.

you huffed at his failed attempt to simply embrace you, so you forcefully hooked your arms around his neck and brought him closer, feeling the softness of his cheek against your forehead and the pacing heartbeat you didn’t know he had.

“it’s fine, it’s just me silly.” you teased into his ear, prompting miles to chuckle at his own awkwardness and to wrap his strong arms around your waist.

“right, it’s you.” he whispered more to himself, leaning down to reach your height and to cutely rest his head in the nape of your neck. “just you.”

𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 ❤︎

hasn’t been held in so long. he says that he doesn’t do hugs, will probably go into flight-and-fight mode if you even asked for a small embrace. if you’re lucky though, he’ll leave you with a deadly glare and an annoyed huff.

but in the heat of the moment, in the moments of needed comfort, he will be there to give you an embrace. although, his hugs are tight, to the point you have a hard time breathing. it’ll take him a moment to notice that you’re literally breathless and will cough a lousy sorry as compensation for squeezing you to death (but he actually feels bad).

what nobody knows (maybe expect you) is that he prefers hugs that can display his strength. lifting you off from the ground with ease makes him smirk to himself. surprise hugs from the back also avoids the awkwardness of confronting actual romantic contact (it’s also more fun for him).

“what now?” miguel folds his arms impatiently as he watches you dumbly spread your arms out, a determined glint in your eyes.

no response, you simply spread your arms wider. miguel huffs an annoyed laugh and awkwardly comes up to you to embrace you, with a tightness that made you choke for air. then he suddenly lifts you from the floor, making you latch tightly around his neck.

miguel sighs deeply, the irritation that emitted from him suddenly became comfortably warm.

“did you need this hug?” you managed to breathe out, threading your fingers through the loose brown hair in the back of his neck.

“yeah, i really needed it.” miguel mumbles out in embarrassment, tightening his muscular arms around your waist— prompting a weak yet satisfied wheeze from your lips.

𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 ❤︎

he’s chill with hugs, but he’s very friendly about it. likes to latch an arm on his mates and such— but an immediate sweet embrace you won’t really get (he’s good at reading people, so if you’re vibes are off, he ain’t moving an inch).

he generally prefers to give side hugs, nothing too personal and definitely fits his overall demeanor. match that up with a firm compliment and a friendly pat on the shoulder. but if he’s close to you, he’ll be there patiently with open arms.

then he’s analyzing you closely as you embrace him, listening closely for a change in your heartbeat or any small noise that escapes your mouth. he subtly smells you too and will not forget your scent (will use the same detergent as you right after the embrace). there’s a moment of silence and it’s perfectly comfortable.

“c’mere.” hobie faintly whispers with an expanded arm, his expression unusually soft.

immediately you ran to receive an embrace from his slim body, a wet sniffle muffled into his webbed suit as tears began to pour from your eyes. hobie hovers a calloused hand over your back, thinking for a moment, until he decides that it was fine to do so. he pats the small of your back comfortably, murmuring a song he wrote to soothe your sadness.

“thank you hobie.” you hiccuped, leaning onto his chest. hobie simply nodded, playing with the ends of your hair with a painted finger.

“yea...” he mumbled, noticing that the tears that stained your cheeks before faded and your breathing steadied. “no probs.”

𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛. 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 ❤︎

he’s painfully awkward too. pull him into an embrace, he will let out an uncomfortable chuckle as he carefully pries you off his body. peter makes it obvious he wants his space, rightfully so.

actually, head pats is something he prefers to give. it’s comforting for him to be able to teasingly mess your hair to get a whine from you, or feel the texture of your hair under his palms. also, he’s an old man (will feel extremely insulted if you say his comforting technique is equivalent to that of an elderly folk).

but if he’s close with you or there is a moment when an embrace is desperately needed, he wouldn’t hesitate to pull you into a deep embrace. due to his new plushness to his body and rarity of his soft affection, peter’s embraces feel warm and inviting. sorry though, it’ll only last a few seconds until he’s pulling away immediately (will give up if you pull him back into the embrace tho).

“there, there kiddo…” peter softly pats your head, poorly attempting to cool your temper.

“not working peter.”

peter sighs in defeat as he slowly retracted his hand, thinking of a solution to cheer you up. without a second thought, he quickly pulled you into an embrace with efficient strength— the softness of his stomach contrasted the hardness of his chest. immediately you light up, nuzzling into his warm arms as he playfully swayed your body side-to-side.

“better?” he chuckled at your dazed expression, maybe hugging wasn’t so bad.

“yeah…” you could hear the slow patters of his heartbeat as he tightened the protective hold around your waist.

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thinkin' about hobie's lip piercings against your cunt, his tongue piercing tickling your entrance, and the cold metal hitting your skin. the makeshift spiky belt restraint to hold your hands together while he eats you out on the couch:( his coarse hair just tickles your inner thighs while burying his head in your wet pussy.

he just won't stop, he's been at it for so long already. his spiky bracelets puncture your skin from holding your shaky thighs apart from closing. ''quit movin' this what you wanted, didn't cha?'' the vibrations of his lip only made your body quiver.

the way your eyes water for him didn't help the boner in his tight black pants. you had him thrusting against the couch for pleasure:( he might as well cum in his pants from your moans and whimpers u give him:(

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🔞Hobie Brown x Bratty FEM!Reader🔞

"Yea, Whatever." The attitude you were steaming off was irking his nerves in all the right places. Every time he tried to talk you'd cut him off with a simple humph or a small groan. He didn't think it would annoy him so much until you started to ignore him.

That's where the line had been crossed, you out of all people know that small dent of patience he had was thin. If he thought of something, he wouldn't think twice about completing his goal.

That's pretty much how you became a moaning mess beside him, Your arms bound behind your back with makeshift cuffs of his spiked belt, Crying out his name as he rubs your clit with small intimate circles of his thumb.

He ignored your cries for him to go faster, Your body leaning into his touch, Your face buried into the crook of his neck as you take in his musk. His body sat on the left side of yours, A hand on your stomach as he holds you down by the skem of your waist.

His groans were right up against your ear, Your vision filled with nothing but pitch black. You were blindfolded, every caress of his long fingers making you shiver.

You didn't know what was gonna happen once he pulled away, feeling your slick drip down your inner thighs. He'd stop if he felt even an ounce of your pussy clasp around his fingers, Knowing, Acknowledging when you were a slither away from coating his fingertips in a beautiful clear white.

"U' don deserve it." You whined out of pity, The cold breeze of the air brushing over your clitoris as he spreads your legs wide, Pinning your knees against the soft comforter of your own bed. The slowness of his fingers thrusting back into you making your mind run wild.

You could feel every part, every vein that roamed his palm as he buried them deeper, his lips sucking your clitoris so deliciously well, The brush of his tongue probing your slit until he'd pushed his body forward.

Your legs pushed up to your chest as he commands you to keep them there, kissing your inner thigh before continuing the brink of your punishment. He was so sweet, yet the pace of his fingers were a deadly addiction. Your body trembling in his grasp as he slaps your clit harshly.

The sound of your slick hitting your sensitive ears as he licks up your arousal with his tongue, putting pressure on your clitoris as he pulls out his fingers once again.

"Obie... please! Fuck!" All you heard was an amusing hum, The bed weighing down on the sides of your head as he hosts himself above you, The tip of his cock aching out the sluttest moan you've ever heard come out of your throat.

You grind your hips, drinking up the small friction of his cock pulsating between your legs. You begged for the blindfold to come off, Your teary eyes adjusting to the dimly lit room as he tosses the thin fabric away, His half-lidded eyes staring from above.

He kisses your cheek, his palms resting on your knees as he slowly pushes the tip of his cock inside of you. A silent groan abrupting from his throat as he feels you tighten around him.

He bucked his hips, his tip kissing your walls so delicately before he slowly pulled back out, the feeling of his veins sending wonders through your body as he pushes himself back inside, Taunting your orgasm further.

"Be a good lush f' me, Such a good fuckin' girl." His praises didn't go unnoticed, his voice continuing to ring in your head as you cum all over his slick coated cock, adding more of your juices as you wail out his name.

His pace rushed a shock up your spine with every plunge of his cock, Your vision seeing stars as he overstimulates your swollen clit, Sweat beading down your collarbone, your head falling back onto the silk sheets of your pillows.

He pressed a kiss on your lips, The rhythm of his cock pulsating inside of you, pushing you past a second orgasm, Your moans syncing in harmony.

The bed creaked below you with the force of his pelvis making contact with your inner thighs, His soothing groans becoming staggered the more his balls made contact with the flush of your ass.

His name repeated from your lips as he decorated your insides full of his cum, His eyes fluttering closed as he pulls out, Painting your stomach with his clear seed before slapping your dripping cunt, leaving you tied as he admires your tired figure.

He lined the tip of his cock with your entrance, pushing himself back inside of you as he gives you a tired grin.

"A lil' slut for me, huh? Tightenin' round my cock like the lil' whore you are." He lazily grinded his hips, Your head in the clouds as his pace quickens. His fingers gripped your chin, making you look up at him.

"You're such a' fuckin brat." You only whimpered in response, to fucked out to respond with even a snarky remark. He smiled at that, His focus elsewhere as his eyes lowered down at your swollen cunt.

It was flushed with the taint of a cherry red, Your slick caked on his lower body, making his thighs smooth as silk.

He dug his fingers into the curves of your hips, The serenity of pleasure choking you as you scream out his name, The base of his cock disappearing inside of you as he harshly abuses your gummy walls with rough thrusts, Your vision blurry with strained tears.

That white ring at the base of his cock was captivating, his determination to irk a third orgasm out of you. His hips snapped forward, Watching as he'd completed his mission, your juices coating his abdomen.

Your body was completely limp as he pulls himself out of you, abandoning your insides with vast emptiness before untying your bound hands. You let out an exhausted whine, The sound of defeat emitting from your lips as you cuddle his body, annoyed how he'd won so easily.

"You los' dollface." You mimicked his words, your arms around his waist as you pouted your lips, Hobie chuckled, Placing a kiss on your sweaty forehead.

He got up and ran a bath for the both of you, Grabbing some juice from your mini fridge, making you drink it to soothe your throat. You puffed out your cheeks, willingly taking the beverage before letting him carry you to the tub, that same shit eating grin still plastered on his face.

"Luv ya' too doll."

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Take My Picture~ Hobi 2

Pairing- Hobi x Named Reader

Word count- 2.3k

Includes- Hobi's fingers, painted black, mirror sex, fingering, emphasis on Hobi's fingers, sex, riding, squirting, dirty talk, use of slut, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

I try to pay attention to what Hobi is saying

But my eyes keep on going to his fingers

His nail polished fingers

I will be the first to admit I'm a slut for my boyfriend's hands

Always was and always will be

But now he had them painted black and white for his 'More' music video and I can't keep my eyes away

So I just nod and casually take a picture of his hand while he's talking

I've taken pictures of him already in his blue jumpsuit

That jumpsuit, his fingers, his hair and make up have made me horny all day

"Aegi are you listening?", he says

"I uh yes", I lie, tearing my eyes away from his perfect hands, hoping he doesn't notice

He raises his eyebrow and leans forward, "Oh yeah? What did I ask you?"

"You uh...um....you asked", I stutter, scrambling to find an answer

Any answer

"Uh huh", he say, leaning back, frowning

"I'm sorry baby, I was uh distracted", I apologize, "What did you ask me?"

"I asked you what song you think I should do for my second video?"

"Arson", I answer, immediately

I love that song

I love all his songs on his album but that one is my favorite

"That's what I was thinking", he agrees and I nod

"Ok great"

"So baby", he says and goddamn I hope he doesn't bring up-

"Wanna tell me what you were thinking about?"

Shit

Of course he's gonna ask

He was talking to me about something important and I completely ignored him

"Oh it was nothing"

"It had to be something for you to not listen"

"Hobi"

"Aegi-", he warns

I sigh, getting ready to be embarrassed

"I was looking at your hands", I mutter

Glancing at him, his face shifts into a smirk

Goddamn it

He knows how much I love his hands and he always teases me

Withholding his touch, teasingly trailing his fingers, making me work for him to put his damn hands on me

And right now he's, holding his hands up, under his chin as he leans forward

"Hmm, well baby you've always liked my hands. What's different about today?", he asks, "Why are you distracted today?"

"Because", I whine

"No whining aegi. Tell me"

I roll my eyes and have a huge urge to stomp my foot in protest but I refrain

"Because you have nail polish on and fuck I didn't know you having your nails painted would turn me on ok?", I snap, "That's why I was distracted. Can you let it go now?"

Wordlessly, he stands up, coming over to me

Oh what now?

How much teasing am I going to get now?

To my surprise, he takes my hand and pulls me behind him off the set

I follow him down the hall to the dressing room, where he lets go of me and goes to his manager

What is he doing?

"I need to talk to my girlfriend privately. Can you get everyone out for awhile?"

What did I do?

Did I piss him off?

What does he have to talk to me about?

The manager agrees and starts herding everyone out of the room

As the staff leave, I start feeling more and more nervous

When the last person is out the door, Hobi closes it and locks it

He walks back to me and I swallow hard

To my utter surprise, he bends down, his lips pressing a kiss to my neck

Right at the spot he knows drives me insane

His arms wrap around me, pulling me against him and I feel his hard on through his jumpsuit

Ok I'm confused

He doesn't have to talk to me?

His hands move to my pants, fingers hooking in my panties as he pulls both down

"My baby wants me?", he asks

"I uh...yes", I answer, his lips kissing all over my neck

"I made you horny baby?"

Understatement

"Yeah"

His hands move again, this time pulling my shirt off, my bra following

"Take off everything", he says, pulling away, undoing the belt and buttons of the jumpsuit

I take off my shoes then get the bottom clothes completely off

He already has his shoes off as well as the jumpsuit, leaving him in just boxers and a shirt

He pulls the shirt off, leaving me a view of his toned body and chiseled abs

He's been working out and it's paying off

Smirking, he gets back to me, whispering, "Come aegi, I'll help you with your problem"

He pulls my hand, dragging me to the full length mirror with a chair in front of it

He sits, pulling me on him, spreading my legs wide, putting them over his

I feel my face turn red as he directs me to look at us in the mirror

Hobi likes mirrors sex but I still can't get used to seeing myself

It takes a little before I'm comfortable but by then I'm in so much pleasure from whatever he's doing to me, I don't really care anymore

"No teasing today aegi. I'm gonna give you everything you want", he murmurs in my ear, pressing a kiss to my cheek

With that his hand moves down my body, his fingers reaching my clit

"You want my fingers here?", he asks

"Yes Hobi", I whine

"Watch in the mirror aegi"

Lifting my eyes, again I'm a little embarrassed at seeing my naked body, sitting on him with my legs spread wide, my pussy all out in the open

But the second his black painted fingers press on my clit and move it in a circle, all embarrassment is thrown away, pleasure taking it's place

He laughs so sexily and I feel myself getting wetter

"Mm look at my pretty pussy, leaking so much juice. You're wetting my boxers so much aegi"

"Sss..sorry"

"No baby. Don't be sorry. You know I love when you get everything wet", he says in my ear, his eyes watching his fingers move on my clit, "Gonna make you squirt"

Oh god yes

That orgasm is so fucking intense and I love squirting on him

Suddenly his fingers move down, two sliding into my hole

I moan loudly, squeezing around his fingers as his lips press kisses to my neck

"So tight baby", he praises, "I fucking love having anything of mine in your hole. My fingers, my tongue, my cock. I fucking love this slit"

"Hobi", I moan softly, feeling the pleasure run through my body

His other hand moves to my boob, squeezing softly, his pretty painted fingers pinching my nipple

Spikes of pleasure run down my spine and it gets even more intense when he slips another finger inside me, his thumb barely running over my clit

He's a fucking god with his hands

I move my head back on his shoulder, just feeling what he's doing to me

"Mmm look at you baby", he whispers in my ear, "Such a slut for my fingers huh?"

I nod, moaning in pleasure

"All I had to do was put nail polish on and your cunt is leaking like a waterfall"

"Yes Hobi"

"Look aegi. Look how much you're creaming my fingers"

I look in the mirror and he's right

I'm so wet, white cream all over his hand

"You do this to my cock too baby and fuck I love seeing it on me"

God this man and his fucking voice and hands drive me insane

His fingers press on my spot, sending spikes of bliss down my spine

"So close baby. Gonna cum for me?"

"Yes!", I cry

The more he works me with his fingers the closer I get

His thumb starts rubbing my clit so fast as he finger fucks me

"Cum aegi. Cover my fingers with your cream and make them look so pretty"

I can't

The pleasure is too much

The next slam of his fingers makes me snap and I moan loudly, tightening on his fingers while I cum

"Hoseok, oh fuck Hoseok"

His fingers don't stop their movements, fucking me through the orgasm while he whispers "Good girl" over and over

When I finish he slides his fingers out holding them up for both of us to see

I confess that they do look pretty covered in cum, the white cream a contrast to his black fingernails

"So fucking pretty", he murmurs

I watch him bring his fingers to his mouth and suck on them

He moans so loudly, his tongue licking all my cum off

Oh my god, that is such a turn on

"Fuck. So good", he smirks, looking at me through the mirror, "My favorite"

"Fuck Hobi"

"Yeah baby, we're gonna do that now", he tells me, "Be a good girl and sit on my cock"

He lifts his hips up, pulling his boxers down, his big hard cock, springing up and standing up so straight

His head is crying so much cum and it's so pretty

He holds his cock for me and I lift myself up, getting his head inside me

Then I slide down, both of us watching my cunt swallow his cock in the mirror

"Fuck. Good girl", he praises, "Fuck I love this tight cunt"

"Big cock", I moan, pulsing around his cock

"Yeah aegi. Now bounce and make my cock look as pretty as my fingers did"

I nod and begin bouncing on his massive dick

I watch my cunt take him in and out, watch his big cock stretch my slit wide open and feel his head rub into my spot

As I move faster, my cunt leaves a creamy mess all over his cock, so pretty

"Mm baby. Yes. Cream me up. Fuck. I love looking at it", he urges

His hand snakes around my waist, his fingers pressing into my clit hard and rubbing furiously

"Need you to squirt for me", he grunts, "Fuck your spot on my head and make yourself squirt"

I nod, grinding on his cock, making sure his head is rubbing my spot

Pleasure fills me and I clench his shaft over and over

"Hobi", I whine

"Yes baby. So close. Gush for me", he urges, rubbing my clit so fast

Stars burst in my vision as I cum, shaking on him hard

His arm wraps around my body, holding me against him

"Fuck. Look at that cunt squirt. Look aegi"

Opening my eyes I didn't know I closed, I look, seeing squirt gushing from my pussy around his cock

God it's so much

I knew I could squirt but seeing it and seeing how much is surprising

"So pretty", he praises

I watch the liquid slow then stop and he thrusts up into my pussy, hitting my spot

"Hoseok!"

"Need your cream again then I'm gonna fill my tiny cunt up so well. Watch my cum leak from this slit"

"Yes Hobi. Don't stop!"

His hands grips my hips hard, moving me up and down his cock as he slams into me

"Hoseok! Hobi. Hobi!", I cry, pleasure seizing my body as I cum again, pulsing around his thick cock, loving every second of it

"Yes baby! Fuck! I'm coming", he yells, holding me down on him

His cock throbs, his hot cum filling me up to the brim

I watch his cum leak out around us, staining my thighs and it turns me on so fucking much

As we finish, I slump against him, laying my head against his shoulder, closing my eyes

"My baby", he coos, kissing my shoulder, "Such a good girl"

I open my eyes when he turns my head towards him, his lips pressing against mine

I kiss him deeply, his kisses like heaven

I can't ever get enough

When we pulls away, he smiles, "I love you"

"I love you Hobi. So much"

He gives me a soft kiss, his beautiful smile still on his face

He helps me get off him, his cum leaking all over my legs

"Here aegi", he says, handing me some tissues

I clean myself up, then we both get dressed

Right before we leave the room, he takes my hand, turning me to him

He leans down, kissing me senseless

I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him passionately back

I love this man so much

I'll do anything for him

Anything

After the kiss, he just looks at me, his fingers running in my hair

"I love you", he says softly

I smile, "I love you Hobi"

He doesn't say anything, instead kneeling down

On one knee

Uh what the hell?

He holds out a box with a gorgeous ring in it and holy shit is he...."

"Joanne I love you so much. More than I ever loved anything. And I want to spend the rest of my life by your side. You're my everything, my life, my world. Will you marry me?"

"Yes!", I yell, moving right into his arms, tears running down my face, "I love you Hobi. So much. I want to spend the rest of my life with you Hobi. You're my sunshine, my light, my life. I never want to be apart from you"

"You never have to be aegi. Never"

"You never have to be without me Hobi. I love you"

"I love you Jo"

He takes the ring and slides it down my finger

It's fucking beautiful

"I love it Hobi", I say, looking up at him, "I love you"

"I love you", he says, smiling

Pressing my lips against his, I kiss my fiancee

After, we stand up and he takes my hand, lacing our fingers as we leave the dressing room

I'm so fucking happy and I know I'm going to have the best life with my Hobi

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[artistmarchalius]

Innit VS In’t - a PSA

I’ve seen some confusion in Hobie fics around the word “innit” and I think I’ve figured out why: aside from general confusion about the use of the word, I believe some people are occasionally mixing it up with “in’t”.

So let’s dive into it!

Innit - isn’t it

Can be used at the end of a sentence to make it a question or for emphasis.

E.g. “That’s a load of rubbish, innit?” Or “I’m Spider-Man, innit.” (The latter is an example of emphasis. It’s not grammatically correct but using slang isn’t always about being grammatically correct).

“Innit” can also be used in the middle and at the beginning of sentences (in place of “isn’t it”).

E.g. “Innit lovely out here?” Or “You told me that a Vulture variant was loose in Holborn, but innit true you’ve been tellin’ porkies?”

In’t - contraction of “isn’t”

You can use “in’t” in place of “isn’t”.

E.g. “In’t that the guy who was in here earlier?” Or “That’s a metaphor for capitalism, in’t it?” (You could also use “innit” in the second example).

It can be a bit confusing to a non-English ear to distinguish between “innit” and “in’t”, especially when they’re spoken quickly. For example: if you think you’re hearing someone say something like “Innit that right?” (which would be saying “Isn’t it that right?”, then you’re probably actually hearing them say “In’t that right?”

But wait!

Couldn’t you just use “ain’t” instead of “in’t”?

Sure!

“Ain’t” is a very versatile contraction. It can mean: am not, are not, is not, have not, has not, do not, does not and did not.

E.g. “I ain’t a liar!” Or “He ain’t done his homework.” Or “Ain’t that the truth.” Or “It ain’t right.”

Fun facts:

The earliest records of “ain’t” are from the 1700’s but it was popularised by Dickens’ representation of Cockney dialect.

“In’t” originates from Northern England.

So why use “in’t” instead of “ain’t”?

Personal preference, innit?

And there you have it, a dive into the world of “innit”, “in’t” and “ain’t”!

As always, I’m not an expert, I just wanted to share the knowledge that I do have. There may be other ways to use these words, depending on what part of the country you come from, but this should cover the vast majority of them (if not maybe all of them)! Hopefully someone will find this helpful, informative or entertaining at the very least. I know a lot of this seems basic, but there are a lot of non-native English speakers in the fandom so I wanted to cover all my bases.

Let me know if there’s anything else you’d like me to cover and I’ll see what I can do! If you’re using “innit” or “in’t” in your writing but aren’t sure if you’re using it right, I’m happy to look over any sentences you’d like me to!

Happy writing!

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[love-bitesx]

I loveeeedd the last story Tysm ❤️❤️❤️ Keep up the amazing work 🌈

I have another request

Hobie x fem spider reader

Reader has a weird stalker ex-bf, and the reader tries to keep it a secret from Hobie but he finds out and deals with the ex.

: ̗̀➛ STALKER. hobie brown x fem!reader

any criminal minds fans out there … i hope u see the parallels of my baby spencer also i'm so sorry, i didn't see until after i wrote this entire thing that you said 'fem spider reader' so it's a fem normal reader, so sorry! i hope it's still okay, tho!! thank u sm for ur support angel !! summary: hobie & y/n have been doing long distance for months, but she never told him exactly why. words: 2.8k (the words just kept coming, sorry its so long lmao) warnings: fem!reader, pronouns not really used but "my girl", "lady", etc. are, read at your own risk! weird stalker bf, creepy fella, hobie n y/n are long distance, very very soft hobie

“when can i call you next, darlin’?” hobie’s voice was laced with longing, bass distorted by static at the other end of the phone.

“if you’re quick, we can call tomorrow after 5,” you smiled, and if you were in an 80’s romcom, you’d be twisting the phone cord between your fingers.

“5pm it is, don’t be late,” you can hear his smirk, and a bolt of guilt strikes your chest.

“look, i need to ask something, and i think i already know the answer,” hobie speaks, and you bite your lip in anticipation, “the band and i are playing at a new venue tomorrow, it’s the biggest we’ve played, we’re all dead excited, and…”

a sigh.

“well, it won’t feel the same without you there, pretty.”

if the first bolt wasn’t enough, then the second one lived up to it, striking you into the dead center of your heart. it had been well over 6 months since you met hobie. well, “met”. you’d accidentally called the wrong number one day, meaning to contact a friend of a friend, but typing the last number wrong. picking up at the other end was a deep, almost mesmerising voice, telling you; “no bother, darlin’. it happens, just make sure not to lose this number, wanna hear more from ya.”

“hobie, you know i can’t,” your voice is brimming with remorse and you look to the ground.

“i know, shit with your parents, i get it," he tried hard to hide the disappointment, but his heart twanged with neglect and it creeped through into his words.

parents. strict, all-demanding 'parents'. that's what you told hobie when you first started dating, that the reason you aren't able to see him was because your mother was overbearing and extremely protective – it was a lie. a lie that was eating you up from the inside out. the truth was slightly more grim, however.

years ago, you got involved with a guy at work. a couple brief conversations turned into dates, and dates turned into anniversaries, anniversaries turned into toxic, violent arguments and after a long time of dating, you broke up with him. to say he took it badly, was a criminal understatement. threatening phone calls, showing up at your work, sending you gifts and menacing letters – his signature move was scaring off, and even once harming, any man or potential love interest that you interacted with. it was exhausting, and terrifying.

and hobie was different. he was sweet and kind, but rough around the edges, and his voice dripped in passion no matter the topic of conversation. his promises were never empty, and most importantly – he loved you. and you loved him. the last thing you wanted, was your ex to pop up and scare him off, so you kept it from him. limiting your relationship to phone calls at arranged times incase your ex was keeping tabs.

“i’m sorry, hobie,” is all you could muster, not even scratching the tip of the catastrophic iceberg that wedged the back of your throat.

“it’s okay, darlin’, don’t worry that pretty little head over it,” and just like every phone call, you melted into his words, “i love you, yeah? i’ll call you tomorrow at 5.”

“i’ll be waiting,” you smiled, cheeks flushed at his gentle affirmations, “i love you.”

with a ruckus of movement, and what sounded like a kiss, the call ended, and you stared at the screen silently for a moment. not much longer could you avoid it, and the malten bubble of dread spilled into your gut.

sending him a quick text:

‘good luck tomorrow, handsome. what’s the venue called again? you’ll do amazing x’

you turned off your phone, discarding it on the bed as you climbed into the hole of guilt you’d dug yourself.

“oi, you ready, blud?” hobie’s band mate yelled above the bustle and cheers from the crowd before them. large, bejewelled hands poised onto his guitar strings, he smirked.

“always.”

with a nod to the roadie, the lights went up, illuminating the stage and instruments, hobie's glowing with a harsh red tint. immediately, his sepia eyes digested the crowd. seeing the flushed, excitable faces staring back at him sent a shot of confidence to his bones, and they moved, strumming the guitar with such vigor that the stage floor shook beneath his feet. cheers erupted, and yet felt oddly empty. it was missing something, and he knew what it was immediately.

he'd truly give his all to have you there, front stage in his eyeline, screaming his songs like gospel. not that he'd ever seen you properly, only seeing teasing selfies you'd sent him over the months you'd been together. he didn't care, inherently, he'd fallen head over heels for your personality; a pretty face was only just a bonus.

however, he did yearn for your touch. to feel his hands in your hair, to kiss your cheek, your nose, your neck. he longed to have you with him, even just doing stupid little tasks, having you by his side through the domestic side of life.

his gall spurred him on, his passion surging through his fingertips, spilling out into the sound waves. the audience were lapping it up, screams and chants only barely audible under the booming power of their set. song, after song, after song his talented blood seeped out onto the strings, and his feet were almost numb from the vibration of the bass.

the final song arrived, and his chest was burning, vision blurry, heart pounding against his chest – and he loved it. it was their biggest crowd, their most excitable achievement so far, and his blood pumped with adrenaline as he finished off the set, falling to his knees as he strum his guitar with one final chord. lights falling, his chest was heaving and his eyes scanned the audience one final time – you weren’t there. he had to accept that.

“that was fuckin’ sick, blud!” his bassist yelled as they exited the stage, palm slapping hobie’s shoulder blade and elicited a wide, ecstatic grin.

“you smashed it, mate,” hobie shouted back over the booming stereo that took their place.

“nah, man, you stole the show,” his bassist shook his head, patting him again in appreciation, “good that your lady’s here to see it, too, she must be proud.”

“i wish, mate,” he sighed.

“did you not see her?” his ears perked up, and at his confused expression, his bandmate continued, “over at the back, by the bar, i didn’t know what she looked like, but she was asking after you. ‘er story adds up.”

"shit," he mutters, feet solid on the ground. his heart pounds, skeptical of your presence, but chest bursting with hope that it just might be you, "look, bro, i need to–"

"go! go, man, go see her," his bandmate pushes him in the direction of the bar, and he almost stumbles over his own feet to push the stage door open, met with the chaos of the crowded bar.

dark eyes scanning the aimless faces, he searched for anyone who could look like you; his stature brought him above everyone else, only by a little, but gave him an advantage to seek you out.

"sorry, i need to get past," he repeated, over and over to unassuming bodies, setting through the chaos to find his peace. pushing out at the back, a wave of light met him, shining through empty pint glasses and illuminating the bar.

there you were.

standing quietly, head nodding along to the blasting instrumentals, drink in hand; you were heart-stopping. and he was pretty sure his did. even if he’d never seen you face-to-face, he’d memorised the soft plump of your lips, alluring light in your eyes, even the way your hair fell against your skin from the photos he'd seen. there was no doubt it was you, and my god, you were beautiful. he couldn’t even stop his legs if he tried, as they carried him over to you.

"y/n?" his voice barely travelled through the sound waves, but it hit your ear like a familiar embrace.

turning to him, eyes wide and bright in the twinkling of the bar lights. you drunk him in, warm eyes swallowing every part of him. you'd seen pictures, again, but it could never compare to him. dark brown skin, soft to its complexion, hugged his bones in every perfect way; folding at the creases of his handsome face. he was tall, very tall, and the detail of the curves and indents of his muscles, altered by the shadows of the dim bar light, made your head fuzzy. god, he was beautiful – nothing that a digital screen could ever portray with justice.

"hobie," your voice was crisper than he was used to, and he would bottle it if he could, "hey, handsome, you got a–"

"come 'ere," he interrupted, essentially scooping you into his tense embrace, melting into your scent, the feel of you in his arms. his heart was pounding against his chest. you wrapped yourself around him, running your hands along his leather jacket, ghosting the skin below it.

"you interrupted my introduction," you pouted against his shoulder, "had a whole little joke planned and everything, you know."

"go on, hit me, love," he pulled back a tiny bit, his arms still glued around your waist, looking down through his lashes. you faltered under his intense gaze, giddy smile bursting onto your face and you buried your head in his chest.

"nuh uh, not anymore," you shook your head against him, "you ruined it."

his hand came up to touch your face whilst you spoke, following the edge of your hairline and tucking your hair around your shoulder. he was in awe, having you here, having you with him. tightening his embrace, he didn't want to let you go – ever.

"mhmm," his voice vibrated his chest, and you pulled away, "i'm sure it was hilarious, love."

"it really was," you chuckled, giddy in his presence.

the air grew thicker, your laughter dying out and left with just his strong gaze, his dark brown eyes following yours. you could barely comprehend him being here, in front of you, around you, and he was so much more than you had imagined. feeling his calloused hand caress your cheek, you leaned into his touch, inviting him into your world. cupping your face, hobie bought himself to you, leaning down until his pierced lips were ghosting your own. months he'd dreamed of this, imagined how it would feel to kiss his girl, to taste your lips and feel your love. he could feel your breath, and you were about to give in, until you pulled away.

"wait, i–" you swallowed thickly, pulling your touch from him.

"what's up, darlin'?" his eyes scanned your face for any sign of reason, "did i do somethin'?"

"no! no, you," you sighed, "you're perfect, it's not you."

he'd be lying through his teeth if he denied the pit of anxiety building deep in his stomach, bubbling up his throat.

"what is it?"

"i–" you stuttered again, and fought to get your words out of your brain and into the thick air of the bar, "i haven't been telling you the truth."

silence. just for a second. hobie's brain working over time.

"look, if you've got another fella, or somethin', just get it over with–"

"no! no, hobie, i'm yours, i promise," your words settled him for a second.

"my parents don't care about us, they aren't strict, in fact, they were happy when i told them about you," you begun, opening the dam.

"they know about me?" his voice was smaller than you were used to, and if your brain had a spare synapse to process it, you'd probably have melted.

"yes, and i'm sorry i haven't told you," you avoided his eyes, "it's my ex."

"oh, fuckin' 'ell," he sighed, dropping his arms to his side, and he's about to speak, until you interrupt.

"we broke up years ago, but he's never left me alone," you ring your wrists with your hands nervously, and hobie notices – you looked terrified, "i've tried everything; i've tried the police, i've moved countless times, i've changed jobs, made new friends, met new people – he won't leave me be."

tears welled up now, and his heart reached for you, but his arms stayed stuck by his side.

"every guy that i meet, he's, i don't know, calling them telling them i'm someone i'm not, or following them home and slashing tires, or roughing them up outside pubs," paranoia enveloped you, and your eyes darting around the crowd, "i was so scared, because you're the best i've ever had, and probably will ever have, and i don't want him to scare you off."

"y/n–"

"and i understand if this has done exactly what i'm scared of, because i get that keeping it from you was awful, but i was only trying to protect you and–"

his lips cut you off, warm against your own, capturing your words and pushing them back down your throat. hands on your cheeks, body flush against your own, you melted into him completely. it felt like heaven, like months of tension and longing unravelling like ribbon into the wind. it was safe, gentle, like a promise – a promise that it didn't scare him, and that he was yours.

"is he here?" his voice was low, lips hovering yours.

"i-i don't know," you were flustered, your brain trying to make sense of it all, but his hand on the small of your back stopped any cognitive thoughts, "i haven't seen him."

watching him, hobie's dark eyes floated around the crowd, before falling back onto you. smirk on his lips, he placed a quick peck onto your cheek.

"hmm, i hope he enjoyed the show," he chuckled lowly, and you couldn't help but mimic it, relief flooding off your shoulders, "how about we go somewhere a bit safer?"

"like where?" you questioned, intrigued by the coaxing tone of his voice.

"well, i only live around the corner," he shrugged, before offering his hand. blushing, you slipped your hand into his, the soft skin of his fingers pulling you towards him, until he threw his arm around your shoulder.

"nothing could scare me off, you know," he whispered, placing a kiss to your hair, "i'm 'ard as nails."

"oh yeah?" you giggled.

"mhmm."

clothed eyes glued to the suspicious figure, hobie stood on a rooftop, footsteps silent as he follows the man below. tailing him through the cobbled back lanes of london, hobie's back tingled with apprehension – he'd been following him for at least a mile, waiting for a perfect opportunity.

and he'd finally found it.

pausing his heavy stroll, the man dug into his pockets and pulled out a slightly crushed pack of cigarettes, fumbling further for a lighter. a small orange glow lit up the air around him as he puffed away, smoke fluttering to meet hobie's nose.

silently, hobie swung to a platform below, pulling his guitar tighter against his back and dropped to the hard ground. the sound of his leather boots colliding with the cobble made the man turn in his direction, eyes wide at the sight.

"spiderman?" the man breathed between puffs, voice hoarse, "can i help you?"

"you know what, i think you can," hobie strutted, hands stuffed into his leather jacket, lanky stance towering him, "are you y/n's ex fella?"

"who's asking?" he questioned stupidly, and hobie let out a laugh.

"bruv, who's– are you stupid or somethin'?" hobie punched him lightly in the shoulder, "do you not see the whole get up?"

"the fuck have you got to do with y/n?" he spat, defensive stance taking over his body.

"none of your business," hobie knew that would sting, "but you're gonna leave her alone, fella."

"you don't know what you're talking about."

"i'm not askin', mate," hobie stepped closer, "and i'm not givin' you a choice."

before he could even utter a response, hobie had swung his spike-studded arm in his direction, knuckles colliding against the pathetic man's jaw, knocking him to the ground below.

"tha's my girl you're messin' with now."

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