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Oh wow okay so... I didn't expect that many likes, thank you guys. Like honestly made me tear up a bit🥹

So here's my fanfic, you guys earned it😁

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Hobies Constant

Warnings: 18+ (MINORS DNI), smut, Hobiexfem reader, lack of plot, slight exhibitionism but then they go inside, pet names, oral (Hobie to reader)

*let me know if I missed anything!!!*

Word count: 2,710

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The nights are always cold when I sit up waiting for him. I’m perched up on top of my apartment building, a lawn chair open and holding me comfortably. I see the lights of the city and hear the sounds of the cars rush by from below.

The sky is gorgeous, just filled with bright and gleaming stars, the clouds looking as if they had been painted on by the best artist to ever pick up a brush. I can’t help but let out a soft sigh of comfort, reveling in the beauty of the place I’ve lived my whole life.

He doesn’t even need to announce himself, I hear the light tap of feet landing gently on the concrete roofing and I can’t help the soft curl of my lips as the joy of his arrival rises.

“I hope you aren’t trying to sneak up on me Bee..”

The playfulness drips from my tone, and I hear Hobie chuckle softly.

“Well damn swee’ heart, I thought I was ‘possed to be the one with special abilities..”

Hobie enters my view as he walks up beside me, leaning his large thin frame down to plant a kiss on top of my head. I close my eyes and breathe deeply, enjoying the new warmth that comes with his body near mine.

“That or you’re getting rusty. You came back earlier than usual. Slow day?”

There’s a lawn chair I set up for him just a couple inches away from me. Hobie looks at it as if thinking, before he decides to lift the chair and put it right against mine, the metal of the arms clinking as they collide.

“Well, no. Buh you ‘spect me to jus’ go swingin’ bout when I got a lovely lady in waitin’?”

Hobie plops into the seat, his long legs going over the edge, setting his heels on the roofs edge for comfort. HE leans over and gently takes hold of my chin with his thumb and forefinger, turning my head away from the city and onto him, planting a quick soft kiss on my lips.

I chuckle softly, happily accepting the peck before shaking my head at his statement.

“I’m not going anywhere,you should have taken care of a few more things at least..”

He shrugs and leans back into the lawn chair, looking up at the sky.

“I ain’ no hero love, I do what I feel like, yeah? And I…”

Hobies eyes leave the sky and look towards me, scanning me slowly,while his head stayed still.

“Fel’ like seein my doll? An’ you wan’ed to see me too, yeah?”

I sigh softly and nod. I sit up in my chair for the first time since he arrived, swinging my legs over the side and standing. I walk around to his chair and climb over him,laying on top of him, my head on his chest as I stare off at the roofs going down the street beside ours.

“Of course I did, nothing is better than when my web shooter gets back so I can get warm again.”

I feel his arms wrap around my waist and feel my entire body just relax into him. I’ve never been as comfortable putting my entire weight on someone like I am with him.

I feel his thumbs rub circles into my lower back and my eyes can’t help but flutter closed.

This is it.

The serene silence and love I had always wanted.

But… It came with a price.

Just as quickly the gentle moment had begun, it had ended.

While his thumbs worked my lower back, his other fingers became antsy,shifting lower, his middle fingers findinding their way underneath my top, scrunching it up and exposing the very lower part of my back to the night air.

His pinky and ring fingers slip underneath the waistband of my pants and start to try shifting their way underneath my panties before stopping when he realizes that there are none to slip into.

His head tilts above me and I don’t meet his gaze, knowing it’s a smug look on his face, I know what he wants to say and before he can I give my response.

“You thought I wouldn’t be prepared for you and your roaming hands?”

He chuckles and shakes his head, all of his fingers now changing objective as his hands move further south into my pants, cupping the curve of my ass, needing the soft flesh between his warm fingers, still covered in the fabric of his suit.

“Oh yeah? You lettin’ a man decide how you dress hun? That don’ really scream feminism to me, now do it?”

I lift my head slightly, just to turn my head and look at him, one eyebrow raised, a silent judgment.

“Oh is that so? Well in the name of feminism I should get off of you then and go back to my chair right? Or I’ll go to my room and put on some underwear and go to bed… alone.”

I start to sit up, as if getting ready to climb off of him, giggling when one of his hands shoot out of my pants to plant itself on the center of my back and pull me back down and towards him, bringing my body up a bit so our lips clash together.

He kisses me deeply, both of our lips turning up in a smile. The hand still left on my ass, getting eager as it hungrily grabs for more, a soft breath escaping my lips at the feeling.

He takes the opening as an invitation, his tongue sliding in so perfectly and comfortably. Although he could probably map out every molar by heart, his tongue still explores my mouth eagerly yet expertly.

His left hand leaves my lower back once he’s determined that I’m not going anywhere and grabs onto the hem of my sweats, starting to impatiently tug at them and pull them off.

I pull away from the kiss to watch what I’m doing so neither of us fall, though I’m sure he wouldn’t let that happen. I lift one knee at a time so that he can properly slide the pants down and off, reluctantly taking his hand from my ass so he can pull my pants off from around my ankles.

Sitting up over him now, my knees on either side of his waist, my boldly lit by the street lights below and the stars above. By the way he was looking at me, I couldn’t tell if he thought I was an angel or a succubus come to seduce him.

I can’t help old habits and get flustered, looking away from him and starting to sit back, tugging down my shirt to try and cover my lap. As usual he wouldn’t stand for it, smacking my hands away as if I was a child and grabbing my hips firmly to pull me back up into a kneeling position.

“Now, you know better than tha’ princess… Ya jus gotta let me see my girl.”

I can't help but roll my eyes, putting my hands on his shoulders for support.

“Yeah? You and the rest of the city. Don’t you think I should be inside before you start dressing me Bee?”

He gives me another look over , licking the corner of his mouth, his lips tempting and plump and begging for my attention. He then rolls his eyes and sits up, pulling on my knees to bring them towards him more, standing up while gripping my ass so I don’t fall.

“You’re lucky I on’t like people eyeing my shi…”

He clicks his tongue while I giggle into his neck, kissing it as I wrap my legs around his waist to stay up, he hooks his pinky into my pants to pick them up off the ground and he carries me down the fire escape and into my open window.

He tosses me onto the bed and I giggle as I bounce slightly on the mattress. He tosses my piece of clothing to the ground and begins removing his own, leather jacket, pants, suit… obviously eager yet it felt like he just wasn’t taking it off fast enough.

Left in just his boxers he climbs on top of the bed with me, caging me in with his large body. Hobie moves himself down carefully,hands quickly going for the skin beneath my shirt, skillfully pulling it off of me.

He moves carefully, as if my body was a piece of fine china that he wanted to preserve until his death.

Hobie planted kisses.

Scattered. Without any sort of pattern.

As if his mind thought of another spot that he wanted to taste.

Hobie kissed my flesh as if he kissed the hand of a goddess, gentle and slow.

I could tell that he was taking his time tonight…

And it had me writhing in my skin.

Every soft caress and peck left my heart ready to burst out of my ribcage and I could feel his body shifting about. MY eyes shifted downward just to catch sight of his hips rutting against the bed, as if holding in his impatience and desire to just destroy me here and now.

I want to protest and tell him that it’s fine for him to use me however he wants, that I want him to use me up until he’s had enough but right as I begin to part my lips he dips down.

As if a homing missile got shot off in his brain, he went down between my legs, burying his face. Hobies large hands scoop underneath my legs, grabbing the back of my thighs and pushing them up, hooking my knees over his shoulders.

He dives into me like he never wanted to feel air in his lungs anyway, like his only life source laid inside of my cunt. My hand buries into his locs and a moan spills from my throat like it’s been aching to show up.

He kisses my folds as if thanking them for their presence before his tongue splits them apart without an ounce of decorum or manners. A soft “fuck…” leaves my lips as his tongue does just what I like, like it’s engrained into its pattern.

His warm tongue slips its way over my hole, getting a quick taste before sliding all the way up, circling my clit twice before making its way back down to prod at my entrance.

My back gently arches off the bed and I let any sounds that rise up enter the room. I want him to know just how he’s making me feel, though his ego seems inflated enough.

He lets out a groan against my pussy, the rumbling of his voice sending shivers of electricity straight to my brain and it’s intoxicating the way he sounds just from tasting me.

Hobies tongue slides its way inside of me with ease to taste more of me and it’s like he’s rewiring me from the inside with the way his tongue moves so methodically. He hits every spot just right, saving my favorite points for last, building me up to the finale.

Before meeting Hobie I didn’t think my voice could be so lewd, didn’t know my toes could curl so tightly.

Nothing could have prepared me for this man…

At this point he knows every trigger in my body and just how to pull it. Hobie can read every sound and movement like he can recite his favorite lyrics. So when my high starts to inch towards the peak, I’m hit with frustration, confusion and displeasure when he stops his ministrations.

He slowly raises his head as if he doesn’t want to stop either. He leans over me, my legs pushing back against my stomach as he kisses me deeply, letting me taste myself on his lips and tongue.

While he silences my whines of protest with his kiss, his free hand pushes off his boxers. Hobie gently presses his hips towards me, a slight gasp of shock escaping my nose as feel his leaking cock rub against my slit.

He pulls his lips from mine, they’re wet with a mixture of arousal and saliva and his eyes are hazy and desperate.

“You know I can’t jus miss out on feeling the first one around me love.”

His voice is low and gravelly and suddenly I can’t think anymore. At least not any thoughts that don’t include him.

A whimper of his name is all that leaves me and I suppose that’s all he wanted. Holding complete eye contact with me as he lines himself up, one hand holding my ass while the other keeps him propped up and steady.

It’s hard to describe how absolutely perfect it felt when his dick finally finally filled me up.

Just like that he made the world outside of that window go silent. None of the world existed anymore, just the bed and us.

His hips moved fluidly, his cock stroking my walls with such care as he let out mutters of praises and my name under his breath.

One of my hands gripped onto the pillow beneath my head while the other held firmly onto his shoulder.

THe movements were so gentle and loving and it may have possibly been the most lewd thing he could have done tonight.

Each grind of his pelvis against mine pushed me deeper into the bed as it swallowed me whole, my sight zeroed in on him and my mouth stuck open except when my lips form his name.

Tears slipped from my eyes as the tender pace picked up, while keeping the same intensity. Our bodies intertwined and the room filling with our sound and scents as we lose all meaning of time.

When both of our bodies begin to stutter, when my walls clench and squeeze him and his hips struggle to keep at their even pace, he pries my hand from the pillow that kept me grounded and pinned it to the bed, lacing his fingers with mine.

Hobie buries his face into my neck and moans my name, warning me of his incoming climax and I whisper his name back as confirmation.

I cry out as I cum for him, gripping his hand, telling him I love him, and scratching at the back of his neck as he presses fully into me to make sure he finishes so deep not a drop escapes.

We lay as two tangled bodies, catching our breaths as we lay covered in sweat, his body weight completely on top of me. The soreness of my thighs starting to creep in as my senses return to me.

I let out a soft whine and he gets the memo, sitting up and taking my legs off of his shoulders. In this moment I get to soak in the beauty of his face and body, and he does the same with me, the look in his eyes somehow more loving than before.

He lets out a sigh and lays back on top of me, wrapping his arms around me and rolling back until we’re on our sides facing each other. He keeps one of my legs hooked over his, keeping his cock buried inside of me, his head resting on top of mine.

“Bee… Bee. We need to clean up.”

I press on his chest gently even though I know that without his willingness to let go the action is pointless.

“Jus need a minute…”

I scoff softly but can’t help but smile as I rest my head in the crook of his arm and close my eyes. There’s no way he’s gonna get up again tonight.

I sigh gently and let my body melt into his, the fan above us blowing cool air over our overexerted bodies. We fall into our sleep seamlessly as we hold on to each other, letting the night slip away.

Hobie Brown sticks to his guns.

Hobie Brown doesn’t like consistency.

Hobie Brown is hooked on you and only you.

Hobie Brown is the one that wakes you up the next morning to lazy thrusts and sleepy kisses on your face and neck…

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