#hobie brown x reader smut

[elit-angel]

hobie’s the type to laugh into you while he eats it good NIGHT.

he’s just all giggles while you whine and grip at the sheets, humming against your clit and shaking his head side to side while he licks at you just to hear your pretty sobs of his name HNNNGH!!

mumbling little “yeah?”s and “mhm..”s into you while you deliriously cry out how good it feels, how close you are, and when you finally do cum he laughs.

he’s not laughing at you no, he’d never make fun of you for the pleasure he’s bringing you, he’s not a hypocrite— it’s a laugh of victory. a moan that morphs into a deep and long and nearly devilish chuckle as he drinks up whatever you give him, knowing he’s got you right where he wants you, murmuring praises against your folds as he licks you clean into overstimulation. (he kisses your clit when he’s done, he may rebel against the societal role of a man but he’s still a gentleman.)

he just gets so happy while pleasing you he can’t control himself <3

[rintoshis-archived]

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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:(

[lis-likes-fics]

All Time High

Pairing: stoner!Hobie Brown x stoner!Reader Word Count: 3.1k words Prompt: High Sex Warnings: NSFW, smut, drug/weed use, smoking, high sex, brief nipple play, fingering, brief handjob, creampie, aftercare, swearing... A/N: Yeah, so I started this while I was high. It was really fun. Finished it with the worse migraine none to man. It was not really fun. But anyway, it's done! I know February is over but I'm going to try to finish most of the prompts before I end the event. Thank you and enjoy!

“Dunno why you keep doin’ that if ya just gonna keep coughin’, luv.”

You turn to Hobie, your vision of him hazy with the tears in your eyes. Smoke swirls around your head and makes the tips of your ears tingle. You're not having a pleasant time as your lungs seize with every heaving cough.

You desperately grab a bottle of water, opening it and forcing water over your throat to ease the sting. Though he laughs, Hobie’s hand strokes a small line along your bare thigh, his thumb tracing circles into your skin. Eventually, you calm down and your eyes are clear enough to see him through.

“Thanks so much for your help,” you gasp.

He's unfazed, watching you with red eyes and a large grin as he laughs. “My pleasure, darlin’.”

You set the blunt on the tray on his bedside table. You throw a leg over his lap, settling on top of his sweatpants. You place your hands on his bare chest, stroking curious fingers over the muscle you find.

You dip down slowly, catching his lips with a content sigh. His hands settle on your hips, gently squeezing the fat of your thighs with his own hum. You're both melting into the other, your touches grabby and unfocused. Your lips are less concerned with kissing and more concerned of feeling as much of the other as physically possible.

Your whole body is tingling, from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. You're so eager, you're both rocking together as you each seek the other out.

Hobie’s mouth presses to the curve of your jaw, moving farther down until he's mouthing at your throat. You let him, lifting your chin to allow him the space he needs.

He raises a hand beneath the oversized shirt you'd stolen from him, caressing your skin with a hum. You sigh breathily, every sensation a million times better as his thumb catches your nipple.

“Hobes,” you whisper.

“Yeah?” He smirks up at you. “What is it, luv? Talk to me.”

“Need you,” you murmur, rolling your hips slowly in his lap. He grunts lightly, letting his head fall back a bit as his thumb continues to stroke gentle circles over your nipple.

You huff gently, every flick of his finger deepening the need in your belly. “Fuck, baby,” he hums. “Keep goin’. Just like that f’me.”

He wraps his lips around your nipple, licking and sucking at it and humming appreciatively to himself when he hears your moans. He's so much taller than you that his back bends strangely just to be able to reach your breasts.

You arch into him, your hips still rolling. You can feel him hardening beneath you. The stiffness in his sweatpants pokes against you and creates the perfect source of friction as you channel your clit down onto it. You grind your hips down on him, listening to his groans and reveling in the pleasure.

You feel like glitter; your body tingles all over, glimmering with a feeling you don't think you'll ever get out.

Your mind is pulled away from its wandering when you feel his hand slipping into your panties. The warmth of his fingers press against your wet folds, rubbing at your clit briefly before pushing farther back and sinking inside of you.

You shudder, your lips split to allow shallow breaths to pass through. You clench around his fingers, long and curling as you huff. You're whining, grinding your hips down into his palm as you let your breath waver.

“Fuck, Hobie,” you moan, enjoying the delightful stretch his fingers provide. He thrusts them in and out of you, deep but slow and almost lazy. His red eyes watch you intently, mesmerized by the sight of your pinched brows and parted lips.

“Yeah, baby, there ya go. Ride my hand just like that, filthy girl.” His lips latch onto your other nipple, grunting as the tip of his tongue teases it. Your hands grip his shoulders, using him for support as his fingers make it impossible to stay still.

“Oh, god, please don't stop,” you huff, feeling everything becoming increasingly fuzzy as you feel your body getting light. You feel like you're brimming with light, bursting at the seams with brightness and yet pleasantly hollowed out of any sensation all the same.

The pads of his fingers stroke a spongy part inside of you that makes your breath hitch and moans fall freely from your throat. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

You dip your hand into his sweatpants, fishing out his cock and pumping it in your fist in long, slow strokes. His hips lift up into your hand, a broken moan slipping out and rumbling in his chest. Your fingers wrap around him, squeezing lightly at the thickness you've grown to adore.

Precum leaks from his tip and onto your fingers, making each tug of his cock more fluid, more smooth. His brows pinch together, his lips parted slightly. As you lean in to catch his lips, you moan at the feeling of his lip piercing chilling against your skin. Your mouths are dry from the weed, but that doesn't deter either of you from the desire budding within yourselves to keep tasting the other.

He uses his free hand to remove his pants from his legs, kicking them off and sitting back down. “You ready for me, luv? Y’feel ready.” He nips at your neck, flicking his tongue out over your skin.

“Yeah. ‘M ready,” you nod, still nudging your hips in time with his hand. You whine when he pulls them out of you, eliciting his own chuckle.

“C'mon, sweet thing.” He holds you to his chest, lifting you up enough to guide the head of his cock to your pussy. He rubs it through your folds, encouraging them apart until he's able to sink you down on him.

You hold your breath, your eyes shut as you feel the way he slowly presses inside of you. It fills you up bit by bit until you're flush in his lap. You let out a shuddering breath, your hands at his chest as you sit there, relishing, savoring.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groans, watching you with lidded eyes. “Y’feel so good, luv.”

You let out a short breath through your parted lips. Your pussy flutters around him as you slowly move your hips in slow, deep grinds. There isn't a lot of movement—there doesn't have to be. You keep him as deep as you can, whimpering every time the blunt head of his cock rubs against that lovely, deep spot inside of you that makes you weak. It becomes a repetitive, almost desperate pursuit to just feel that, as much as possible, as deeply as possible. You need it to fill every crevice of your being until you're limp with it.

“H-Hobie, right there.” Your fingers curl around his shoulders, pressing into the muscle. He moans at the feeling, the pads of your fingers digging into the spots on his shoulders that releases tension he forgets he holds there.

His hands tighten on your waist, just to have something to hold as you continue to grind on him. It feels good, amazing. You could be here forever, savoring every single movement of your hips, every crease of his brows, every curve of his lips, every little sound that slips from the both of you into the sluggish, dopey air between you.

Your hips become more insistent, but you don't change any technique. Though you move a little faster, you keep rolling your hips back and forth on his lap. You're both rocking together, huffing and moaning into the other as the feelings just keep dragging on into this wonderful coiling in your belly.

“Oh, god. Feels so good, baby,” you coo, leaning in to kiss at his neck, your teeth scraping gently at the skin with an appreciative touch. “You're amazing.”

He's too dazed to make any jokes of any nature. The feeling of your hips is numbing his already numbing brain. “Shit, I love you, darlin’.”

The words seep into your skin like honey, make you feel smooth and rich and so, so nice. You smile, leaning forward some more to wrap your arms around him. You lift your hips a little, sinking back down on him and gasping lightly at the new pleasure you find. It cuts off your response, overcoming your fuzzy brain with a new sensation and a new goal to chase it.

You lift your hips again, dropping down a little rougher and continuing the movements until you're breathless. “Oh, Hobie–” You whine.

His grip on your waist tightens, just the flex of his fingers digging into your flesh. He moves his hands down to your hips, following the movements of your eager body up and down on him as his sounds mix with yours. “Keep goin’, sweets. Just like that, yeah.”

You dip down, meeting his lips again in an eager kiss. You breathe him in like you would a joint, deep breaths pulling into your lungs and lingering there as you dip your tongue past his lips to taste him.

In your mind, your movements become faster and faster. In your kind, there's a frenzy of pleasure that's swirling and building as you search it out with desperate grinds of your hips and heightened moans and grabbing hands, when really, it's an irregular rock of your hips, almost lethargic but so needy as you seek out any amount of pleasure that you can find.

You reach over to the nightstand, retrieving the blunt once more. You take a long drag from it, letting the smoke circulate through your lungs with dazed eyes. Hobie raises one hand to cradle the side of your head, bringing you down to join your lips again. You blow the smoke out slowly into his waiting mouth as he breathes it in ardently.

Smoke swirls around the both of you, out of his nose to entwine elegantly around your heads. Your vision continues to be softened around the edges, reduced to a pleasant fuzziness that makes the pleasure that much more enticing.

“C’mere, baby,” he says, his voice sticky with both affection and a fond fatigue. He wraps his strong arms around you, pulls you flush against his body. You feel as he shifts the both of you to lay you on your back, leaning over you like a pretty behemoth.

You stare up at him with droopy eyes that kiss in the corner, your smiles sticky with fondness. You trace your fingers dazedly around the edges of his lips and his nose and his eyebrows. He stares at you with red eyes that looks like he's gazing at precious gemstones.

“How're you feelin’, precious? Y’feel good?” He dips down to kiss the corner of your lips. You giggle lightly, nodding up at him happily.

“Feel really good. Love you, baby,” you coo, lifting your head to meet him in another kiss. He hums, chuckling as he accepts it in earnest.

“Gonna make you feel even better, yeah? How's that sound, babe? You want that?” He says it so close to your ear, in this deep and rumbling purr. You shudder, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist and pulling him in as you crave his touch and all the pleasure he has to give you.

“Yeah. Want that, want you, Hobie-honey,” you murmur. Your fingers just keep brushing along his jawline, feeling the heat of his skin and relishing it.

He chuckles, trying not to dissolve under your touch as he presses his lips to the apples of your cheek. “I got you, lovely. You just stay right there and moan for me, yeah?” You nod sluggishly, happy to do whatever he wants.

Hobie steadied himself, one hand on the mattress beside your head and the other resting at your hip. When he thrusts inside of you once more, deep inside to feel how well you envelope him, you moan in surprise. With the numb pleasure of your earlier position, the wonderful feeling of having him close, having him deep inside, just feeling him pressing into you, you'd almost forgotten how good it felt to have it the other way around.

He pulls back a bit to thrust back inside, and you lose breath at the pleasure that explodes all around you. He quickly builds pace, much better at bringing focus in this state than you are with his heightened abilities.

You wrap a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down so your foreheads meet. He's muttering something you're not quite hearing, too dazed and fuzzy to pay attention beyond the steady thrusts of his hips. You grab onto his arm to steady yourself, throwing your head back against the mattress to moan and gasp as he takes it as an opportunity to kiss and suck at your neck.

“Fuck, Hobie. Please don’t stop,” you gasp.

“Why would I do that, eh?” he smiles, breathless and as happy as you. “When you feel so good. When you're feelin’ so good.” He kisses your neck, down to your collarbone with a deep hum. “I got you, sweetie. You know I got you.”

The sounds filling the room are nothing if not lewd. The smacking of his hips into you, the wet sounds of each drag of his cock, your whimpers and moans, his breaths that are bordering on moans of his own. It swirls and swirls until it's all turning into more pleasure in your brain. You're fuzzy with it, in mind and body. You grasp onto him for dear life and continue to get high off him.

When he presses his finger to your clit and rubs in quick, measured circles, you're done for. You whine as you relish in the pleasure, holding onto him as he holds onto you. Every flex of his fingers, every snap of his hips, every brush of his pelvis flush against your own, it's clouding your brain in more and more lust until you cannot possibly think to focus on anything.

“I'm gonna cum,” you gasp, like a revelation. It hits you out of nowhere, but you welcome it with enthusiasm. “Don't stop, Hobie. I'm gonna cum for you.”

“Yeah, that's right,” he breathes, moving quicker, deeper. He's on the verge, spurred on by your pleasure, by your eager cunt. “Come on, luv. I got you, I got you.”

The coil tightens in your belly, more and more and more until you can't stand it. You breathe in until you can't anymore, the edges of your vision going white. He listens to the pitch of your moans rise higher and higher.

Your back arches off the bed when you cum. Your breath had been so deep before, that it's let out in a series of short huffs that tremble in your lungs and make you dizzy. “H-Hobie,” you gasp, grasping onto him for dear life. “Oh, fuck. Oh, my god.” You're babbling something, but your mind is too hazy to make out any of the words.

Your pussy flutters around him, clenching and squeezing as you cum undone beneath him. His name falling from your lips swarms his brain and sets him over the edge, like a call he has no choice but to answer as he breathes you in, tastes the sweat in your skin. He thrusts as deep inside of you as he can, carried away by the feeling of your warmth as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you so close that you're not sure there's any distance left to be crossed. He pulls you close like he's trying to align your atoms, match them like perfect puzzle pieces so that you phase into each other and finally become one.

“O-oh, shit, luv.” He cum inside of you with an almost choked sound, his brows pinching together as he wraps his body around yours. Your sounds mix in the air in a loving symphony, riding out your highs to their fullest extent, only emphasized by the high in your system. It's indescribable, but so amazingly wonderful.

When you eventually float down from the cloud you'd gotten lost in, you lay back against the mattress with a body heavy as bricks. Everything is fuzzy around the edges. Your toes and your fingertips tingle like pop rocks, and you feel like you're going to fall asleep at any moment now.

Hobie pulls out of you, kissing every inch of your face as he whispers little words of praise and affirmation and really anything he can think of into your skin. He kisses your cheeks and your lips and your eyelids and the tip of your nose. He kisses the spot just below your ear, your collarbone, your throat, down to the valley of your breasts. None of it is inherently sexual in the slightest manner. He kisses you like he's worshipping you. He kisses you like you're meant to be praised for your perfection. The chill of his piercing makes you shudder.

Your hands smooth lazily over his body, over any skin you can find without having to move from your spot. Your eyelids are heavy, sticky with each slow blink. Your mouth is incredibly dry. He hears when you smack, the discomfort from the lack of hydration settling into your tongue.

“Water.”

He chuckles, already reaching for it as he sits you up enough to help you drink. You do, eagerly. He has to slow you down before you end up choking on that, too.

“Alright, alright,” he laughs, pulling it away and setting it down. He kisses you again, this time swiftly but still so loving.

He grabs some tissues to clean you up with, taking his time to take care. Then he's scooping you up in his arms and laying on his back and plopping you down on top of him. He's much bigger than you and much stronger than you, and you've gotten over the whole “I don't want to put all my weight on you” a long time ago. You lay on him like an oversized teddy, curling up and nuzzling into the crook of his neck with a deep breath.

“I love you, Hobie,” you whisper, kissing him gently.

He hums deep in his chest, a smile curling his lips. “Love you, too, darlin’ girl.” His hand strokes your back in a gentle, loving pattern. It feels so perfect, and it's so easy to fall asleep on top of him.

“That's cute,” he mumbles, glancing at you with a tiny chuckle.

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[siameanee]

take your time 🎸 hobie brown x fem!reader

DONT OPEN UR WINDOW FOR HOBIE BROWN AT 3 AM 😱😱‼️‼️💯💯 (REAL) (NOT FAKE)

i don't post. or write fanfictions. this is the first and last fanfic ill write - there just isn't enough hobie brown fics out there. hopped on and said fine ill do it myself 😞 !

also i didnt proofread this 😭

wc: idk might be long tho

tags or desc or whatevr: hobie brown x fem!reader smut, hobie smut, hobie x fem!reader, fingering (r receiving), riding, kinda slow burn (i think), friends to luvas

shmut unda the cut ‼️

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you sat idly in your bed, scrolling through tiktok and giggling every once in a while. you twisted and turned until your gazed lifted from the endless videos and you saw the time: 3 a.m., causing you to plug up your lit up rectangle and turn away from it, hand under the pillow and the other reaching to pull up the covers in an effort to warm your shivering body.

however, your best friend, hobie, had other plans. minutes later, your phone lit up and you flipped back over angrily, trying to get used to the flash of light in your darkened room. 

hobs ���

open ur window? got hurt need sum help :)

3:45 a.m.

you furrowed your brows as you leaned up to be able to type. 

hobs 🎸

open ur window in a min? got hurt need sum help

3:45 a.m.

it's 3:45 hobie ... 😭

3:46 a.m.

you waited for his response, letting out a frustrated huff when he didn't respond for a full 4 minutes. as you rested your head on the pillow once again, you heard another ping from your phone as it lit back up one more time. 

hobs 🎸

open ur window in a min? got hurt need sum help

3:45 a.m.

it's 3:45 hobie ... 😭

3:46 a.m.

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says right here 3:46 ? 

3:49 a.m.

you were about to comment on his witty remark until you heard repeated knocks on your left window. as you got up, you discovered a tall handsome male clad in a spidersuit and some plaid trousers leaning down and grinning back at you, pointing to the windowsill. opening the window, he crawls in, lifts up his mask, and lands on your desk chair, groaning.

"what ha-" you started, but you saw his face riddled with wounds and the gashes zigzagging his chest. you closed your mouth and pointed your finger to him. "stay right there, hobie. don't snoop around. i'll be right back with the first-aid kit." you ran out of the room, hearing him shout back at you.

"won't!" hobie shouts from your room, and you can hear the smile in his words.

you return with the first aid kit, and true to his word -- surprisingly, or so you think -- hobie is in the same spot. you settle in between his long, manspreaded legs, tending to his facial wounds. you try not to notice his burning gaze on you as he tilts his head up for you to tend to his wounds. you can see his adams' apple in your peripheral version and you're trying oh so hard to mind your business. to do what he asked you to. to focus. he's your best friend, and all he asked of you was to tend to his wounds.

but when your fingers start to fumble on his face and you drop a bandaid, you're forced to bend down. you're forced to bend down in between his manspreaded legs, and when your cheek accidentally grazes the tent in his trousers on the way down, you realize how difficult this is going to be and you swear you can hear something -- a sound -- emerge in his throat before he clears his throat.

you decide to ignore it however, resurfacing and continuing on his face, trying to ignore the new grin he's wearing and the telltale half-lidded eyes on display for you.

"hobie, stop." you gnaw on your lip, trying not to look at his eyes. 

"stop what?" hobie speaks, causing his grin to widen. 

"whatever the hell you're doing." your eyes flicker to his lips as his tongue darts out to lick his lips, and you pray he didn't notice.

he shrugs and lifts up his hands in faux surrender. "haven't done a thing luv." he smiles.

however, when hobie goes to put his hands back down, they don't land back on his thighs. instead, they land on your hips. your breathing quickens and hobie seems to take notice of this because you notice his grin widens. 

after getting sidetracked and going to his chest wounds so that you wouldn't have to look at that annoyingly pretty ass face of his, you finish tending to his chest wounds and return to his facial wounds to finish sewing them back up too. but when you travel up, hobie's hands do too. his index fingers -- that were hooked under your shirt-- slide up, and he reveals your pink panties, and you catch him looking down to see the gold he's dug up.

"hobie, hands to yourself." you shakily breathe out, trying to focus on his face. you said all this, but you also made no effort to remove his hands off of you, and he seems to have realized.

"yeah? should i really now? you can remove 'em at any time, luv. but you're not. why is that?" he tilts his head to the side to give you better access to a particular wound. you refuse to answer his question, so his deep voice dripping in a cockney accent emerges from his throat once more to ask the question again. "hm?" he asks, his right hand traveling to your back to arch your back and push you into him, so you can feel his boner in between your legs, and this elicits a short, cut off whimper out of you that he obviously takes pride in, as his smile is now handsomely toothy.

"fu-- hobie, please," your hands falter as you continue flimsily working on his face.

"please wha'?" hobie says. "gotta tell me what you want. use your words, huh?" and with that, he hooks his long fingers under your pretty pink panties, tracing the rim. 

his eyes never left yours as he did all of this, and it was apparent to you that he had no shame. 

but you didn't either, because when his fingers were removed from the band of your panties, you whined for him. for the loss of his touch where you needed it most. 

"do you need something?" hobie questions, innocently raising his eyebrow, hands traveling to graze your stomach.

you shake your head, biting your lip, scared to open your mouth just incase anything unwanted slipped out.

"good." he says, grinning from ear to ear as his hand dips to your pooling cunt, nearly dripping on the floor as he pulls your panties to the side, leaving you hissing and your hands fumbling on his face.

"oh no, can't have that doc. pay attention baby. i like how my face looks," he says cockily, rubbing tight circles around your clit.

"mh', hobie, please..." you say, starting to lose feeling in the cold tips of your fingers. 

"told ya to use your words luv." he says, dipping one nimble finger into your dripping hole, eliciting a moan out of you and he seems to swallow it as it leaves your throat.

it wasn't long before he slipped another finger into you, fucking you on his fingers slowly, refusing to curl his fingers up to hit that spot of yours that you needed so badly. you set your tools aside and he stopped moving completely, tutting at you before you picked the tools back up, and he resumed his slow, torturous pace in your cunt. 

"jus' like that baby," he coos after you finish closing up another wound, struggling to keep your composure as his pace starts to go at a cut-throat speed, his digits expertly doing a 'come here' motion against your gummy walls, making you drop your tools once more. he returns to your clit and picks up his pace -- as if it wasn't fast enough already --, making you moan and squirm on his deft fingers. "hobie--" you start, getting cut off by a moan as your grip on his shoulders tighten. "fuck-- please, please, please, please.." you chant. you noticed his gaze wasn't on yours anymore, it was on the way your slick pooled in his palm so mesmerizingly. 

"fuck... that's it baby." he said as you broke apart on his fingers after one more thrust up into your dripping cunt, causing you to cum all over his fingers, all for him, on him, leaving you moaning and shaking on his fingers.

his gaze returned to yours, your face furrowed and your lips glistening from spit, hobie looked you in the eye, making sure you saw him lick all of your taste off of his long fingers, leaving his mouth with an overly lewd 'pop' sound. he then reached for you and pulled you closer to make out with you, exchanging spit. you could taste yourself on his tongue, causing you to moan into his mouth. 

you thought you were done, and you were in bliss, making out with hobie brown, forgetting all about his boner. he was going to make sure you took care of it just like he took care of you, which is why he unzipped his trousers and let you feel his cock spring up rubbing against your stomach. 

you looked down in shock. there was no way that was going to fit in you. he was crazy. "hobie, that's not gonna fit," you say, gaze fixated on his angry red tip.

"yes it is luv. jus' sit on it, yeah?" hobie says, motioning to it. 

you lift your hips, folds grazing the head of his dick. you start to sink down on it, and you let out a loud moan when the tip entered you. you refused to move anymore, looking at him with furrowed brows before he tore his gaze from where you two conjoined and looked at your facial expression.

"fine... gotta do everythin' me fuckin' self don't i?" hobie mumbles, before grabbing onto your hips and slamming you down onto the base of his cock, causing a loud moan and mixed in whimpers to rip out of you. 

"shit... hobs..." you say, resting your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes and indulging in the full feeling. 

this only lasted for a couple of seconds due to how impatient your best friend was. soon, you heard a laugh followed by an "i know. fuckin' mesmerizin' innit?" hobie says, lifting your hips on his cock, before pushing you back down, eliciting a whimper out of your chest, causing you to reemerge and start bouncing yourself on his cock.

"fuck yes..." hobie says, groaning. "jus' like that baby. c'mon."

this made you bounce faster and start moving your hips around. hobie started to meet you in the middle with thrusts, the air becoming hot and steamy and filled with the mixture of your moans.

"oh my.. ha--...hobie..." your nails dug into his back as he thrust up into you. he didn't respond, but he started to trace circles around that pretty little nub of yours. "gonna cum for me baby? cum for me yeah? come on, all over my dick. cum for me please, i want it so badly. need you to cum all over my dick for me, please luv," hobie shamelessly whined in your ear.

and fuck, did he get what he asked for. his words sent you over the edge, making you cum all over that long-ass dick of his, forming a pretty white ring around the base of his cock as your cum dripped and followed the winding paths of his bulging veins. he noticed your eyes were off of his and on the enchanting scene in between you both, and with that he took your jaw in his hand and forced you to look him in the eyes. "keep ye fuckin' eyes on me, yeah?" he said in between heavenly groans that made you wonder if you could get wetter than you already were.

as he fucked you through your orgasm, stars formed in your vision and tears clouded your eyes as hobie groaned into your ear. with one more jerk up into your dripping cunt, hobie -- your 'best friend', need i remind you -- spilled his seed into you, slipping out of you, carrying you to your bed and fucking all of his escaping cum right back into your cunt with two digits, sticking the same two down your throat. 

"suck." he ordered, and you followed. 

he pulled your panties right back over your slick folds and laid beside you like he didn't just take your soul from you, fuck it, and return it to your body. 

"i think i like you," is all that british motherfucker says, facing you with an annoying -- but incredibly attractive at that -- shit-eating grin.

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authors note:

i did this in under 3 hours dont criticize anything please ill cry

hobie brainrot is going crazy rn!!!! give him more love so i dont have to anymore!!!

hobartholomew needs to be put in jail 😞😞

[hobies-princealbert]

pornstar! hobie brown x pornstar! reader (part 2) | (nsfw)

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☆ pornstar! hobie brown who since you last collabarted with helped your page grow practically overnight. you started to gain more followers, and collaborations, even from creators that turned you down before. it was all so exciting, it was everything you could have ever wanted. well almost...

☆ pornstar! hobie brown that even though it the reason you're now so popular, you still felt something missing. you tried not to thing about that empty feeling you had after each shoot, cause maybe next time would be better. but it was never none of your collaborators made your head spin the way hobie did. you were lucky if you actually orgasmed, most of the time you faked most of them.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who practically lived in your mind 24/7. you wanted to hit him up again. you really did....but you didn't want to seem desperate or like you were just using him.

☆ luckily, you didn't need to sit on the though for too long, since, just like last time, pornstar! hobie brown hit you up. that same rush of excitement you felt the last time came rushing back. you didn't even wait a second to respond. crazy how a simply text from him got you more worked up that anyone has in the past couple months.

☆ and before you knew it, pornstar! hobie brown was sending you the details of your next meet up. he made sure to book the same hotel as last time, and even the same room. even though the room provided an air of familiarity, the conversation wasn't. you two didn't really talk much after y'alls first get together. but the sexual tension was definitely there.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who was kind of taken aback with how shy you still were. but he could tell by the way you leaned into him and looked in his eyes when he spoke, that you weren't scared. just shy. he couldn't help but smile when you nervously tried to go over what was to happen. honestlyhe could care less about the run over, thruth be told he was just as eager as you to start fucking each other numb.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown told you just like last time to guide him where you wanted him. and to his surprise you hopped off his lap. he was almost worried he did something wrong, but once you fell to your knees he knew where this was going.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who grew the biggest shit eating grin on his face when he saw how willing you were to take the reigns on this time. last time you couldn't even look him in the eye, but now you were lacking long stripes along his shaft. when your tongue felt strained you took to lightly sucking on his tip for a bit. once you were brave enough, you took his shaft till it touch the back of your throat. it was a tough fit, but listening to hobie's groans and moans made the sensation of drool dripped down to you chin an afterthought. "god darlin', i know you missed me but fuckin' hell. don't make me come yet you know i gotta work on you first. come 'ere. "

☆ pornstar! hobie brown was kinda surprised at how he still had to ease his length into you. last time since he didn't know if your cunt could take the stretch, but now he has to be extra careful with you this time. you were bucking your hips into him you, and whining for him to hurry, and he didn't even have the tip in yet. he had to use his body weight to hold you in place cause even when he was obviously trying to go slow, you didn't want slow.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who realized that you were desperate as hell. i mean look at you. your just mindlessly forcing your hips back to meet his. you don't care if you broke the rhythm. you couldn't stand that empty feeling whenever he pulled out even a little. "shit luv you're gonna hurt yourself. slow down fo' me won't you? i know you missed me, you don't gotta tell me that. but i don't want you to hurt yourself, ok?"

☆ pornstar! hobie brown doesn't know how long it's been since you've been this worked up. even when you collaborated with other creators, none of them felt the same. hobie was the only one that knew how to dig into your guts just the way you liked it. you knew he didn't want you to hurt yourself but god can'the just forget all that. "luv come on listen to me. calm down just a bit. sh shhh I know. it's ok baby, she's still a perfect fit don't worry. just make her relax fo' me."

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who ate you out from the back till you legs gave out. he insisted on cleaning you up. worse part was he didn't even wait till your orgasm subsided. once he felt you were close, he'd pull out, and before you knew it his tongue was forcing its way into you. even if you shook and cried from overstimulation, he'd just follow you anywhere your hips jerked.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown that made sure to get a good shot of when you finally squirted for him. he had your back flush against his chest. the only things you would hear were the muffled sounds of his voice, and the wet sound of his hand colliding with your cunt over and over again. yep, he was slapping it. his palm was so big it hit all of it each time. "com' on let it out luv. dont hold it in, make a mess. promise I'll clean you up. ooohh that's it good, good, good, just breathe baby."

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who would like last time, opened your legs to the camera. and as if to show he has successfully fucked you dumb, he gave you one last slap. this time he eased his fingers in, which he had no problem doin. slid them out, and grinned at the thick, translucent sheen that stuck to them. he wanted them to see just how much you came. "com' on let 'em see how fucked out she is. shhh baby lemme in. fuckin hell look at this. you're just perfect as always.

[l0starl]

Hobie brown x black cat reader

W/c : 477

Warnings : Mentions of blood and injuries, badly written not in his accent

Synopsis : Your injured! So you asked hobie to patch you up, but only this once

Somewhat related to this

Author’s note: Probably not gonna finish that fic 😋 + I should write for hobie more wtf (✏️) — TAGLIST ; fill it out to be apart of it! Taglist : @hobiebrownismygod @daydreaming-en-pointe @kxllanxtdoor @adorefavv @adorinjae

Imagine this, Getting the police off your trail, you find yourself sitting on the rooftop, your hand badly injured, you examine the wound on your palm, you winced at the sight of it, the breeze kissed your skin as you noticed it was awfully quiet…..too quiet.

You knew you couldn’t patch this wound up yourself (Because you didn’t have the money to do so) But you at least knew someone you can…

Hobie

You walked to the dock, the wooden boards creaked with every step you took, making an unpleasant sound, possibly alerting him

You spotted a familiar houseboat, as you knocked on the door three times, the sound of movement inside coming closer as you heard a lock make a series of clicking sounds as the door finally opened.

“Well well well, looks who’s here!” Hobie said in a mocking tone, he knew how easily he can get under your skin

“Cut it out hobie!” You huffed in annoyance “I need your help, “you think you can patch this wound up for me?” As you lifted up your injured palm

“That’s a pretty bad wound ya got there, come inside!” He gestured for you to enter, as he close the door behind him

Inside of the boat was pretty neat, though you weren’t really focus on the appearance, you were mostly trying to convince yourself to not puke while the boat was rocking back and forth

“C’mere” He gestured for you to sit on the couch

You complied as you sat down, he brought out a med kit, gloves, and some rubbing alcohol as he sat beside you

“Give me your hand” You extended your hand towards him, the blood was still dripping out, but at least it wasn’t gushing out

“Oh Bloody hell! It’s worse than I thought”

“WHAT?! How bad?”

“relax I’m just messing with ya” he teased, amused at your frustration

“Not funny hobie! Could you hurry up?” You scoffed but you couldn’t hide a smile

“Alright dove, hold still” he smiled back, putting on the gloves, after that he opened the rubbing alcohol and dipped the cotton ball inside

He rubbed the cotton the wound as you winced a bit at the pain, after cleaning the wound he wrapped it up tightly, though the stinging remained

“There, ya all better now! Or do I have to kiss ya boo boo” He mocked, you rolled your eyes but you chuckled under your breath “Is that so? You want a reward?” You retorted with a smirk

“Maybe I do, what about it?” He smirked mischievously, almost suggesting something

“Alright hobie cut it out!” Your cheeks heat up a bit

“Oh your no fun, maybe a kiss will do?” He suggested once again, as he lifted up your chin, giving you a soft kiss, not too long though but just enough to satisfy you both.

[pearlsinmyhair]

⭑ experience

thinking about how hobie is a firm believer of experiencing music.

which is not an unusual or particularly punk concept. he likes concerts because he can feel the base in his chest, on and off the stage. he likes meeting new artists because you start to understand the soul of songs alongside the sounds.

and when you tell him you love a song, he asks if you want to feel it.

and of course you interpret this as getting better speakers, or going to hear it live, or some typical way of feeling music. so when he offers up a night at his place to do so, you don’t expect anything crazy.

but hobie does his research, listening to the song over and over until ever note, every thrum, every vocal rhythm is committed to memory.

why? , you may be asking.

well, it’s much easier to fuck you into the mattress to the tune of it when he can anticipate the exact rhythm his thrusts need to be.

he’ll throw you into missionary, working you up until your dripping and needy. he’ll grab his phone and click a playlist, sliding into you as the first sounds of your song come through his bluetooth speakers.

and he commits. doesn’t matter how much you beg him for a change, he’s sticking to the song until it’s over.

“oh fuck, hobie. please-“ you whine, your hands grasping the pillow behind your head as your hips buck, trying to work him up into moving faster.

“easy there.” he coos, almost mockingly as he places a hand on your lower abdomen to press you firmly down into the bed. “i thought you liked this song.”

the sex is amazing, but it always is with hobie.

the bad part is the aftermath.

because now, when the song plays on the radio or your playlists or anywhere, you get a pavlovian response of heat between your legs and a throb in your core.

and it’s even worse when hobie’s there, because he’ll lean close and whisper

“i still remember the tune if you feel like another round.”

as his hand strokes up your thigh, cupping your crotch in his palm as you keen.

i’m back~ did you miss me?

[prncssie]

hobie brown ! mdni all smut drabbles fics commissions

๋࣭⭑ hobie isn't a jealous person

๋࣭⭑ hobie absolutely does not care if you sass him

๋࣭⭑ hobie is always down to help you study

๋࣭⭑ hobie is just so needy today

๋࣭⭑ fwb!hobie

๋࣭⭑ taking control of hobie(fail)

๋࣭⭑ baby did you make it home safe?

๋࣭⭑ hobie x reader with a praise kink

๋࣭⭑ hobie doesn't get jealous, you do

๋࣭⭑ lemon tart

11k words | ooc hobie x black reader first meeting! hobie’s a bit obsessed, fingering, oral reader receiving, overstimulation, cunt/cunny/pussy, unprotected sex

๋࣭⭑ strawberry meringue

6k words | everyone is under the influence, weed, shrooms, alcohol, exhibitionism, voyuerism, cunt/pussy, public sex, fingering r. receiving, oral m. receiving, cum sharing/eating, degradation, choking, brat taming, unprotected sex, pull out method

๋࣭⭑ vanilla extract

3k words + nonnie requested | hobie finds reader up far past her bedtime, oral r. receiving, fingering r. receiving, unprotected sex, overstimulation, cunt/cunny/pussy, back scratching, squirting, creampie

๋࣭⭑ buttercream

4.5k words + nonnie requested | you and hobie argue so you give him the silent treatment and he hates it, angst to smut pipeline, brat reader, oral r. receiving, hobie smokes weed

๋࣭⭑ peppermint patty

6k words + nonnie requested | you’re the good girl your parents know and love but your best friend is . . . mentions of religion, college student reader, fingering r. receiving, oral r, receiving, corruption kink, blushing described but not visual

๋࣭⭑ tiramisu

8.3k words + nonnie requested | model!hobie x model!reader who do not get along, spoiler rich reader, semi-public sex, hate sex, fingering r. receiving, pussy slapping, orgasm denial, oral r. receiving, unprotected sex, choking, hair pulling, degradation, finger sucking, drooling, cum eating, blushing described but not visual

๋࣭⭑ cherry cola

13k words + nonnie requested | best friend's bother!hobie x black fem! reader, hobie is twenty one, reader is 19, small town in the country, everyone knows everyone, a very brief moment of angst, reader is jealous, misunderstanding troupe (?) but quickly resolved, crybaby reader, kitchen sex w/people in the house, unprotected sex, fingering, handjob, cunnilingus, p in v sex, unprotected sex, facial, cum eating, open ending

๋࣭⭑ high chew

7k words + nonnie requested | prowler!hobie, brat reader, black fem reader, afab reader, reader at a club, hobie n reader argue for a bit, alcohol consumption, car sex, public sex, fingering, p in v, unprotected, cream pie, plan b mentioned, oral fixation, drool/spit, spanking

๋࣭⭑ candy cane

9k words | second part to peppermint patty, religious subtext, college setting, pet name, oral reader receiving

๋࣭⭑ green tea

5k words, cute relationship dynamic, very brief smut, fingering towards the end, hobie x oc

[fiendishfables]

feel like Hobie Brown is the type to never shut up, even with his dick in your mouth.

bro is either praising you to the max, ranting about his day, or just asking stupid questions for the sake of annoying you, knowing you can't answer without deviating from his own pleasure, which he also knows you hate to do

the consistent little smirk on his lips can't be helping either...

[just a thought...]

[lis-likes-fics]

w1sh u were here

Pairings: Hobie Brown x Reader Word Count: 809 words Kink: Sexting Warnings: NSFW, sexting, sending nudes, technically pornography?, swearing, dirty texting... A/N: I lied, I am posting today bc I managed to pull something out of my ass. I hope you enjoyed this short fic bc the hardest thing about this was making all of Hobie's texts. I am a firm believer in Hobie being a terrible texter bc he doesn't commit to one style, and I hate him for it. Enjoy this fluffy smut. <3

hobes: I can’t stop thinking about you, luv.

you: oh yeah? what are you thinking about?

hobes: jus wonderin wut ur wearin 😘

you: your hoodie

hobes: and?

you: nothing.

You sent an image.

hobes: fuck… hobes: You look fuckin amazing in my clothes babe

you: thx bby

hobes: you’d look even better without em tho. Just sayin

you: you tryna get me to send nudes, perv?

hobes: Maybe…😉 hobie: w1sh u were here rn

you: me too

you: what would you do if i was?

hobes: i’d kiss you. a lot. i’d never stop kissing you luv hobes: And, after that, I’d play with your nipples and listen to you start to moan. I’d be so hard for you, sweetheart…

you: yeah?

hobes: yea. id suck on ur tits and feel how wet u were for me.

you: how would you touch me?

hobes: Id put my fingers in your tight pussy, feel you up nice and good, rub at your little clit. hobes: You’d be fucking soaking, I know it. I’d eat you up, darling. hobes: tell me wut u want me to do to u luv

you: everything you said. want you to kiss me, want you to touch me, want your tongue on my tits and your fingers in me.

hobes: want me to eat you up?

you: yes

hobes: I’d make you feel so good. You’d be moaning so loud for me.

you: i wanna ride your face, hobie

hobes: i want you to ride my face

you: guess what?

hobes: wut?

you: i’m touching myself.

hobes: fuck. for me?

you: all for you.

You sent a video. “Fuck, Hobie. Wish you were here…”

hobes: chr1st u sound so pretty when u rub ur cl1t l1ke that

hobes sent a video. “I need your pretty little pussy over here, sweetheart. See what you do to me?”

you: fuck, you’re so hard you: you know what i wanna do?

hobes: Tell me.

you: wanna get on my knees and suck you off.

hobes: yeah?

you: yeah. i wanna feel your hands in my hair when i suck your cock. want you to call me your good girl.

hobes: u r my good girl, babes. ur my best fukn girl.

you: fuck, i’m so wet for you, hobie. wish you were here to touch me. my fingers don’t work as well as yours do…

hobes: Can’t get em far enough? You need my fingers to stretch you out nice and wide?

you: yeah. you: want you to pin me to a wall and fuck me

hobes: fuck youd love that wouldnt you? hobes: I’d pin your hands above your head and kiss you, turn you around and hold onto your beautiful fucking hips. You’d be squirming when I put my cock in you. hobes: Youd be beggin me to fuck you darling and youd be moanin like fuckin crazy for me, Id hold your tits and keep you still while I fucked you from behind and you would scream when you came on my cock. Id just keep fuckin you too hobes: still with me luv?

you: hard to type with one hand

hobes: gonna fucken take you to bed and put your legs on my shoulders. fold you in half while i fucked you babes. you’d be all messy for me.

you: i’m messy for you right now

You sent an image. “Mmm. Ah, I need you, baby. Fuck, m-yeah…”

you: this pussy’s missing you, baby

hobes: this dick’s missing you hobes: I’m gonna cum, sweetheart.

you: me too you: hobie i’m so close.

hobes: will you send me another pic baby?

You sent a video. “Hobie! Hobie, I’m cumming!  Fuck, I miss you so much. Ahhh, fuck!”

hobes sent a video. “Fuck. Mm-mmh, fuck. Yeah. Oh, fuck, yeah! Oh, sweetheart.” hobes sent an image.

you: fuck, hobie

hobes sent a voice message. “I love you, sweetheart. Wish you were here so I could show you how much. You make me so happy and you get me so hard, and I can’t wait to see you soon so I can kiss that pretty face you’ve got. Love you so much, darling.”

You sent a voice message. “I love you, too, baby. I can’t wait to see you either because, when I do, I’m kissing you so hard, you’ll pass out.” You sent a voice message. “Get some sleep… I know you have to  go to 928 tomorrow, and you’ll come see me after. I’ll be waiting for me. I love you.”

hobes: i luv u 2 bby

you: your typing is atrocious.

hobes: Thank you.

you: goodnight, bayb

hobes: “bayb”

you: shut the fuck up.

hobes: make me 😍

you: you make me sick.

hobes: I love you, too. Night.

you: night. go to sleep now.

hobes: no <3

You changed “hobes” to “hobo”.

hobo: :(

Tag yourself here...

[hanasnx]

Ok but hear me out- Hobie with his absolute pussy wrecking dick, and he refuses to do anything with it until you’re fucked out on his tongue first….

(and when he does you can’t say anything cos he’s pounding into you like a fucking animal)

“absolute pussy wrecking dick” audibly gulping rn gasping for air rn

the kind of dick that ripples you when he goes in over and over, every backshot reverberating up your spine, forcing you forward on your elbows and your cheek buried into the mattress. how it fills you out and kisses your cervix in such a sting, you’re fluid and limp as he uses you. his big hand on the back of your neck to keep you pinned to avoid being pushed further away from him with each thrust.

fingers tucked into the overlapping flesh of your thigh and hip, yanking you back into him until you’re yelling, howling into the covers, praying no one in this apartment building can hear you even though you know they can. you’ve got a feeling hobie likes that fact.

your brain has turned to mush, you can’t form a thought, can’t respond to his dirty talk. “knew a slag like you could take a dick like this. how’s it feel, dove? worth it? worth beggin’ for it?”

you’re near tears as he drives into you, moving to palm your tailbone to force you down onto every inch of his formidable cock. drooling onto the sheets, gripping onto them, eyelashes fluttering while your hole swallows him up.

hobie brown and his pussy wrecking dick..

[aerieza]

NEW PIERCING ☆ hobie brown

⠀ ⠀ ☆. warnings — black female reader. black coded. reader has a tongue piercing + pierced nipples. praising. backshots. male oral. nipple licking. creampie. pet names. reblogs & comments are always appreciated! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

as you watched the new season of never have i ever from the comfort of your bed, persistent knocking on your window echoed throughout the room. without even directing your attention to the shadow in the window, you immediately knew it was your boyfriend, hobie.

"you know, i have a front door for a reason, love."

"i know, but what's the fun in that, sweetheart?" he beamed you a smile revealing his perfect pearly whites and a spikey smiley piercing above them.

"whatever makes you happy." you giggled while unlocking the window to give him access to your champagne toast candle-scented and dimly lit bedroom.

"i missed you a lot, bee." you gestured for him to enter and he climbed inside, ducking to avoid hitting his head due to his extreme height.

your boyfriend was dressed in the adorable badtz maru pajama pants you got him for christmas and a random band tee from decades ago. he dropped his tote bag adjacent to your bed and scrubbed off his black crocs.

"i missed ya 'n your absolutely leng face, love."

his heavy body walks toward you, steps creaking the floor as he quickly plants two kisses on your cheek making a loud mwah sound. he got himself comfortable fast by plopping down on your mattress, crossing his legs, and supporting his head with his arms underneath.

"i stopped by 'ere earlier, seems you weren't home."

"i was busy," you said with a hint of thrill in your tone while closing the window that allowed a chill breeze into the room. the cold air sending goosebumps down your exposed body since you were only dressed in baby pink panties and an oversized kuromi tee.

"busy, yeah? wif what exactly?"

“earlier, i did a thing." you mischievously smiled, joining him on the bed and sitting at the edge with your legs crisscrossed.

"a thing?" he reiterated while smirking, cocking one of his eyebrows up in interest. “do i wanna know?”

you nodded, crawling up the bed and positioning yourself onto his lap, straddling him with your thick thighs. he slid his smooth hands across your bare skin, resting them on your ass and giving it a tight squeeze. you shivered from feeling the coldness of his silver rings all over his fingers graze against your ass. “but you have to close your eyes."

"ah, why? i wanna be able to see your beautiful face." he curled his lips into a playful pout. "that's why i came over darlin'."

"it's just for a second. i want it to be a surprise, pleaseee?”

"alright, alright fine, anythin' for you, love.”

“but make it snappy, yeah? there’s somethin’ i need to handle after this.” hobie’s voice softened and you could feel his stiff cock slowly growing underneath your body. he shifted uncomfortably, pushing his hips up and aiming is dick right in the center of your lacy panties, desperate for the friction to satisfy himself.

"and what's that?" you titled your head a bit and grinned, moving a little closer to his face.

"you.” he spoke faintly and a low chuckle left his lips once he felt your heart rate speed up. hobie's pet names for you dripped off of his tongue were laced with an addictive substance, you never got tired of hearing them.

"we'll kill two birds with one stone then."

“what’d you mean by th—”

"no more questions, now eyes closed," you cut him off and said firmly. he raised one eyebrow slightly and stared at you with a puzzled look. soon after, his brown eyes disappeared behind his fluttery eyelids

you relocated to the edge of the bed, adjusting yourself to be in between his legs like you were a predator about to pounce on your prey. you slipped his pajama pants down just enough to reveal his well structured v-line and the top of his long shaft.

“i see we’re rocking no underwear tonight.” you giggled.

"y'know, giving me head was at the bottom of my guesses for a surprise, but it definitely did not disappoint.” he chuckled and opened his eyes, not wanting to miss the pretty sight of you on his cock.

you pulled down his pajamas even more and his thick, un-cut, and well-trimmed cock sprung out, already leaking out sticky pre-cum. you took a second to admire how pretty his dick was with your acrylics wrapped around it. he was so big, you had to hold him in both of your tiny hands.

he stared with glimmering eyes like he was in a daze from watching you trail up and down his shaft with the tip of your slimy tongue, the cold metal from your tongue piercing felt like ice to his sensitive spot. his breath immediately hitched from the cold feeling.

“f-fuck. wait wait wait.. that's different."

"what is that you got? it's fuckin' wicked, doll."

you briefly released your mouth from his cock, a string of your saliva still attached. you held out your tongue and on the very tip, a shiny silver bar protruded through your tongue with two hot pink balls on both sides.

"i liked the way yours felt on me, so i wanted to return the favor." you stared up at him with your soft doe eyes, a sly grin appearing on your face.

hobie was speechless for a second, all he could do was stare at you as you continued to take his shaft into your mouth. he muttered under his breath in sheer astonishment.

"you naughty lil’ girl."

taking hobie's full length down your warm throat, happily gagging as his tip hits the dangly piece in the back of your throat. your vision became blurry since your eyes were glossy and full of built-up tears. a single one fell down your cheek and he wiped it aside, caressing your flushed cheeks as you continued to suck him dry.

he bit down on his puffy plump lip, coating it in a sheer layer of saliva as you bobbled up and down on his cock. the room echoed with sloppy lewd sounds of slurping, spit running down your chin and creating a pool of saliva dripping down his balls. you were such a sloppy eater—you swallowed his dick like you had no manners.

"you're so fuckin' pretty with my dick in your mouth baby." he groaned, staring down at you in admiration with one of his veiny hands gripping a chunk of your faux soft locs. he used his free hand to hold onto your silk bedsheets like his life depended on it. you met his gaze and a tiny smile formed on your face from watching him squirm.

his dick was spasming under the wetness of your tongue while his moans and groans got louder. looking up at his face, you saw his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes shining down at you with need.

after five more minutes of straight gargling his whole dick n balls, with your jaw being close to locking, he carefully pulled you up to meet eye-to-eye with him. he sat up and propped himself up with some pillows and you were positioned back on his lap with your soaking panties on top of his bare dick.

while still catching your breath, you and hobie's lips interlocked and you swirled your tongue all around the perimeter of his mouth, both of your silver tongue jewelry making contact and creating a clanking aroma.

he trailed down your neck, planting wet peppered kisses on your boiling skin. the heat transferred to all of your body like wildfire. he gently wrapped his hand around your lower waist and forced you to arch your back, giving him a better angle.

he tugged your tee off in a quick pull, throwing it somewhere in the room, and watched your pierced titties drop out like he was hypnotized. he licked his lips before devouring each, one at a time. flicking his tongue on your deep brown areolas, reaching your nipples and sucking on them, feeling the cold metal warm up from his tongue.

after slobbering up and down your chest, he directed you to lie down on your stomach. placing a pillow underneath your hips to keep you elevated, making him able to go directly to your g-spot.

sliding your pretty pink panties to one side of your ass, revealing your sopping slit patiently waiting for his dick. "you ready, love?"

hobie angled his hips so that his spit-coated tip was resting on the top of your ass. pulling your panties to the side, he slipped two slim fingers inside of you with ease and curled them upwards, reaching for your sweet spot. he felt you tighten on his fingers and he palmed himself while he fantasized about switching the fingers for his dick. he lowly muttered to himself, “you’re so fuckin’ wet for me.”

you nodded while nibbling on your cotton candy lips and he slowly slid his dick inside of you, giving you time to adjust to his large length. gasping at his heavy dick stretching you out, you pulled a pillow from the top of the bed and stuffed your face into it. he hissed between his teeth when he felt how tight you were around his dick.

"h—hobie.." happy tears swarmed your eyes, you panted, clawing your nails into your sheets, your brows curling upwards while you bit down on your lip, merely drawing blood.

"you're doing so good for me, love. c'mon, i know you can take it."

hobie, balls deep inside of your pussy, effortlessly making you lay on your elbows and making your back arch. the room was filled with the sound of his sack making contact with your aching clit. he hums to himself at your soft mewls into your pillow as he gently spanks you with his free hand, caressing it after each smack.

he was never rough and aggressive with your body—he didn’t throw you around like a rag doll and do whatever he wanted with your body. with him, he didn't degrade you and call you those names either. whats better is that he knew exactly how you desired to be touched and talked to for the ultimate oorgasm.

it was never just sex—hobie made love to you. he was gentle with your body, he treated it like a delicate flower. he consistently made sure you finished, multiple times at that, before he even thought of doing it himself. he never skipped the most important part either, the coming down and aftercare.

your brown irises rolled to the back of your skull and the only audible words you were able to mutter were "h—hobie." and very whiny, "o—oh my goddd's." your french tip-painted toes curled up as he fucked you with the perfect contrast of pleasure and pain.

"turn around, love. i wanna see that pretty face of yours." he rasps in a low tone while moving all of your hair to one side and wrapping his slender fingers around your neck. he lifts one of his legs up, titling his body at an angle to reach deeper inside of your sopping cunt.

you whimpered and slowly you turned your head back to meet his lustful gaze. he thrusts in and out, in and out, and your pussy sang out many wet squelches. your whiny babbles and soft moans got louder as your pussy constricted around his dick, you could feel yourself getting closer to cumming but holding off for him.

"you wanna cum all over this dick, yeah?" he shakily says. he could tell you were close by the way your body trembled underneath him and your mouth was wide open, eyes rolling back to the depths of your skull.

"y—yes yes, please!" you cried out, your sweet and desperate mewls filling the air. he held onto you tight to keep you from running away from the urgent and precise thrusts that both of you had been wanting so bad.

"o—oh my goddd.. i'm cumming!" painting a sheer coat around his throbbing dick as the palm of your hand pressed against his abdomen, trying to push him away.

"that's it, love, get it all out." he praises as you come down from your orgasm, maintaining the same pace he brought you to your climax at. within seconds, he slows to a halt, and hobie's cock is pulsating and spilling stringy ropes of his cum, painting your inner walls completely white.

"that tongue piercing is absolutely beastly, doll."

[rintoshis-archived]

if your request r still open— what about Hobie and his crazy in love gf— her being so obsessed and in love with her boyfriend and coming to his house and lifting her shirt and hobie thinking she’s just needy and horny but she’s showing him how she got his name tatted on her, maybe a tramp stamp or something

𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐘 - ft. hobie brown / spiderpunk

🎸、 . *. ⋆ spanking, mentions of tattoos (reader), poor attempt at British slang. lmk if there's more! ✧. word count: 453

The doorknob squeaks when your hands touched it, almost as if it feared your presence in Hobie's house. Yes, you did come uninvited; but Hobie said he'd welcome you in whenever you wanted right? Obviously, who would turn down such an offer?

Hobie was in the living room, strumming his guitar with his spiky headphones. The floors creak when Hobie's kicks landed on them, he was generous enough to let you wear them whenever you wanted.

You were wearing his sweater, shoes, and the ring he made for you. He was oblivious enough to not notice you, but the smirk that grew on his face only proved you wrong.

'''Ya can't go a day without me, huh?'' Hobie told you, still tuning his guitar with his feet kicked on the sofa. ''Mm, I really can't Hobie.'' You tell him, your hands behind your back. If it wasn't evident enough (It really wasn't.) you came to show Hobie your new 'tat that you got done today.

But it seemed like Hobie had something else in mind.

''Sit'' Hobie separated his arms and invited you into his lap. ''Hobie... Not right now, silly.'' Your words made Hobie's brow turn upwards, you usually come at this time specifically and come at his house to have some sex.

''Why not, darl?'' The nickname made you shiver, his deep and raspy voice only enticing you further. But you were too excited to show Hobie your new tattoo that you got done specifically for him.

You didn't say anything when you took off Hobie's sweater, showing off your low-rise jeans that almost expose your ass and thong. You only wore a bra, so the tattoo wouldn't get covered.

There it was. It wrote; 'Hobie' right on the slope of your ass. Hobie was stunned, to say the least. He almost felt drool dripping out of his mouth, even. He pulled you in his lap almost instantly when he laid eyes on the ink tainted on your body.

''Fuck, princess. You couldn't have gotten any hotter.'' Hobie kissed your back, trailing downwards to the tattoo. His hand slaps your left cheek, firm and slender hands landing on your ass. You let out a small whimper, it only made your panties a lot more soaked than it was.

''Hobie...'' ''Want me to bend you over and fuck you from the back, hm? 'Wanna see my name bounce on your ass.'' His hands toyed with the flesh of your butt, his nails trailing on his name.

You moan in response, grinding on Hobie's thigh.

might write a part two to this with full smut ! ‧₊˚ ⋅ fusaes 2023 do not copy

[keisobe]

✮. ⋆ 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 (𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧) ⋮ smut. gn!reader. not completely proofread. ⎯ your instincts kick in when hobie takes off his rings

faint clinks of metal and the soft drag along the wooden table instantly turned your head towards the source— something that sets off a tick in your head.

everything you were doing before was put aside from your mind.

quietly, you followed the shine of each ring passing through hobie’s slender fingers, from an outstretched thumb to a twitching ring finger. you always found yourself admiring his hands, roughly calloused and blessed with a length that could reach places that you couldn’t ever seem to get. also, they were exceptionally skilled.

with one soft clink of his final ring, he gently latched onto your ankle that rested against the coffee table, carefully dragging you into his intense presence. you smiled at him, jokingly smacking his shoulder for using his spidey strength on you.

“may i?” his sweet tone automatically made your legs spread with ease.

hobie quirked a brow at your reflexive response and begin his usual technique.

you’re staring down at his lingering hands, one lazily gripping your waist while the other passes through the waistband of your shorts. you initially flinched at the contact but instantly melted into his touch. his hands are cold, but it soothed the scorching heat that followed towards your crotch.

“‘m sorry, my hands too cold?” hobie mumbled into your neck, suckling onto your sweaty skin— hoping to revive the marks he left weeks ago.

“it’s fine, totally fine.” you mumbled quickly, grasping the fabric covering his broad shoulders in anticipation for his icy touch.

heat enveloped your entire body as hobie probed a slender finger into your aching arousal— earning a soft mewl from your quivering lips.

he began with a slow pace, pumping deep inside you as he dazed over your wet warmth that squeezed like a vice around his touch. he couldn’t help but groan into your neck, sending a deep vibration onto your flushed skin.

with the confined room being filled with your whimpering and deep labored breathes from hobie, one finger became two, then three.

every wet click was muffled from the fabric of your shorts, only the outline hobie’s working hand sent sparks into your brain. even in the vicinity of your shared home, away from prying eyes, you were robbed to see yourself getting completely pleasured by hobie.

soon enough, his pace quickens as your whines began to become full on moans, feeling yourself reaching the edge. with hobie bending his fingers into your sweet spot for the past ten minutes and his teeth scraping your bruised skin, your back arched against hobie as a pleasure erupted throughout your body.

before you could wail an obscene amounts of profanity and announce his name like a broken record, hobie wraps his other hand around your neck— a grip tight enough for you to fall into soft whimpers of his name slipping past your drool-coated lips. slowly coming down your high, he mumbled slurred curse words as retracted his hand back with a snap of the elastic band of your shorts. completely coated with your lustrous arousal, he takes his fingers to his mouth and pulls them back with a lewd pop.

hobie gently caresses the nap of your neck as he ogled at the marks he littered with his mouth, guiding your head slowly onto the pillow beside you— tucking your bare feet onto his lap.

“shhh… we don’ want another noise complaint babe.” the vivid memory of the elderly woman beside your apartment knocking (rudely, in your opinion) in the middle of hobie going down on you made you groan into the pillow, it was completely embarrassing (for your sake, hobie ended up fitting into his plaid pants and talked to the lady himself, as much as he couldn’t care about the disruption).

hobie couldn’t help but chuckle at your flustered state, leaning back into the plush leather beneath his back as he haphazardly fitted the rings back into his fingers. a comfortable silence fell upon the humid room.

“hobie…”

“hm?”

“you’re hard.” you felt the throb of his erection against your feet.

he looks down with sleepy eyes, poorly attempting to pat down his hardness by rubbing down a lazy hand along the fabric, only for his hard on to bob back up— leaving a painfully obvious imprint along his thin pajamas.

“‘ll go away… eventually.”

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[pearlsinmyhair]

⭑ oops.

hobie just wanted to drop in, he didn’t mean to see this. but your pretty face is just so precious… is this dark content? voyeurism warning. mutual masturbation. fem!reader. nsfw.

this wasn’t supposed to happen, hobie thought as he leaned against the outer wall beside your open window.

he had come to show you some music, an underground artist that he had discovered at a live stage event. he had leapt webbed to your apartment with purpose, excited to see his favorite girl.

he didn’t expect the view he had before him now to greet him when he dropped onto your fire escape.

not that he was exactly complaining.

you lay on your bed, legs spread wide and head thrown back as you drove your middle finger into your sopping wet pussy, wiggling it before pulling it out to circle your clit, then back again.

hobie felt like he couldn’t breath. he felt like he was gonna fucking explode just at the sight of you, so pretty in your baby tee and nothing else.

you mewled as the pad of your finger caught your clit just right, and hobie’s lower stomach twinged with electricity.

he was fucking disgusting, he thought as slid his hand down his front to the buckle of his belt, clicking it open and unzipping his fly.

but your beautiful face, brows pushed together and eyes screwed shut pathetically, was just too much.

and your body was turned just right so he could see that aching cunt, dripping with juices that spread across your heat and your inner thighs.

he watched as your finger returned to your entrance, mumbling a soft “fuck” at the sound of the squelch that came from it. his thumb slid across the tip of his dick, gathering the precum already leaking from it and spreading it down.

you knees hiked up, your hips lifting to get deeper, and he realized just why you were so damn frustrated.

you, poor little thing, couldn’t find your g-spot.

god, he was fucking throbbing.

he bit back a loud moan when you sucked on your pointer finger, adding it to your middle to fuck yourself with two, stretching and curling and thrusting as your back arched and your hips bucked.

he matched the pace of your fingers, speeding up his hand on his dick as his own hips leapt forward into his fist.

“just a bit more, baby. curl ‘em a bit more.” he mumbled, watching your fingers plunge deeper and deeper into that sopping cunt.

and almost as if you had heard him, your fingers curled just slightly.

your back arched sharply, a choked moan bursting from your pretty mouth.

he could have cum right there, but he squeezed the base of his cock to keep his release at bay. he didn’t care how perverted it was; he wanted to cum with you.

your fingers sped up, and your little gasps turned into full moans of “fuck” and “oh please” and “faster.”

and hobie couldn’t keep his words to himself either, moaning “there you go” and “atta girl, just like that” and “fucking hell baby” as quietly as he could manage.

all he could think about was replacing your fingers with his, thumbing your clit while stroking your gspot easily while you moaned, rocking your hips into him.

he could tell you were getting close by the way you kept lifting your hips to your hand and wiggling your body. he watched as you looped an arm around the back of one knee, bringing it up to your chest to get a new angle.

you cried out loudly, at that point rocking your body with each thrust of your fingers, and hobie tightened his grip, trying to imagine being buried inside of you, having you moan like that under him, letting him make you feel so fucking good that you screamed.

“oh fuck” you whined, tossing your head back against your pillow. “fuck, hobie-“

he slapped a hand over his mouth as he came, just fast enough to contain the groan that tried to escape him as his orgasm washed over him, his eyes closed with euphoria.

after a minute, his lids opened to find you too coming down from your high, chest heaving as you tightened around your fingers.

he watched as you pulled them out, you pussy making a wet sound as strings of cum stretched, snapping as you pulled your hand to the side and rested it on your bed. your eyes closed, and your thighs quivered every few seconds.

he sighed, looking away from you and resting his head back onto the brick wall.

with his hand full of his release and his knees shaking, he realized that maybe his little crush on you wasn’t quite so little after all.

masterlists.

[koolaidmansbabymama]

Me reading old ATSV / ITSV fanfics and watching the edits I saved in my camera roll of my hot wookie poos, knowing that i wont get any new ones until the next movie comes out 💔