#send asks for hobie especially bc the ovulation demon is screaming for him

[luvv4j4ybe11]

could i request a hobie brown friends to lovers fic/drabble/whatever you’d like… im YEARNING for this man 😭😭😭 i fear i wont survive if they dont announce btsv release date soon im living off of crumbs rn!!!

𝑶𝒖𝒉𝒉 𝒐𝒇𝒄!! 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔!

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔~ 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒉𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝑺𝑯𝑳𝑼𝑻𝑻 (𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑻 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒐😮‍💨), 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒍 𝒃𝒊𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒕!! 𝑳𝒎𝒌 𝒊𝒇 𝒊 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈!

𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒚- @h-aewo and @dollywons

You’ve always known that you and hobies “friendship” was different than any other ones you’ve had. You two were always swerving between the lines of a platonic relationship, and a romantic one. The both of you knew about your crushes on each other, but were simply too afraid to commit to anything more intimate because of your busy schedules.

It was a free day today for the both of you, so of course you decided to spend the day with him. Walking into his apartment, him sprawled out on the couch while mindlessly strumming random notes on his guitar, but his attention quickly being directed towards you once he sees that pretty face that he loves so much.

“I thought ya’ weren’t goin ta’ show, lovie” he teases, knowin damn well you don’t like to be apart from him for long. You smile at the name he called you, “eh, I got bored of my place and plus, I missed my husband” you say with a sarcastic smirk on your face, the comment making him giggle. You walk over to the kitchen to drop the snacks you brought for him mainly you onto the counter before plopping yourself onto the couch next to him. “Oh, did ya’ now?” He purrs, tilting his head as he studies your expression.

You feel yourself flush and grow warm under his strong gaze, but you don’t let your nerves get ahold of you, “mhm, couldn’t be away from you for more than two hours, I just love you sooooo much, I think my heart might burst!”you say with fake enthusiasm, placing a hand over your heart and sighing dramatically. He laughs at your antics as he reaches for the remote to look for a movie, “wha’ do we wanna watch, love?” He asks as he moves his legs so you can sit closer to him, to which you take the invitation immediately. “Mmmmmm, what about that one horror movie that miles was talking about? shit, what was it called?” You look up at the ceiling and try to remember the name of the movie. “the descent’?” hobie chimes in, “yeah! Damn your memory is better than mine, b” you admit as you get up to go get some snacks, “it’s because I’m olda n wisa”, hobie quips as he gets up and follows you to the kitchen. “Yeah, i don’t know about that wiser part, and you’re only older than me by a month, not even!” You point out as you reach in his fridge to pour both of you a glass of some sweet tea, handing his to him before you seat yourself on his counter as you watch him make popcorn. “Still older than you though,” he says matter of factly, crossing his arms and ankles as he leans against the counter, waiting for the popcorn to finish. “Whatever, b” you huff, now more focused on how well that shirt was fitting him; it made him look so broad and taller than he already was, and how those sweats he had on made his legs look so long, and meaty, they fit just right that you can so clearly see the imprint of his cock.

“You know, it’s rude to stare, pretty girl,” his soothing baritone knocked you out of your trance, but that made you realize he was staring at you just as hard, the tank top you were wearing made your slim figure more defined, and the bra you were wearing with that made your tittes sit nice and pretty, along with your juicy couture track pants that made your thighs and ass look absolutely delicious to hobie. “You should take your own advice, b” you reply, tone laced in honey. “Mhm, guess I should,” he says calmly as he walks towards you and places his hands on either side of your thighs, cadging you in. “You drive me crazy, ya know tha, sweetheart?” His tone is low and raspy, the deepness of his voice makes you subconsciously shiver, “oh, I’m well aware, b,” you say in a low, sultry tone.

But before either of you could make a move, the alarming beep of the microwave went off, but hobie still lingered near your figure, “you should get that, b. Wouldn’t want it to burn, ya’know” his eyes flick to your lips for a split second before meeting your alluring gaze again. “ ‘pose ya right, dove” he agrees as he reluctantly pushes himself off the counter, mourning the loss of your body heat against his. You take a moment to collect yourself, to not let your nerves and feelings get the best of you, but your body was determined to ignore the pleas of your mind.

Tossing the popcorn in a bowl, you watch as he adds butter, parmesan, and salt to it (don’t knock until you try it yall, ik it sounds like the most yt ppl combo ever but it’s so FYEEEE🤤) and pops a few into his mouth, holding the bowl out to you as a gesture for you to take some, to which you do happily. “Mhm, I’ve been thinkin about this all week, b, it’s not the same when I make it,” he chuckles at your comment before nodding his head to the living room, signaling for you to follow him. “Oh, yeah?, guess I’ll just have to make popcorn to get you to stay here, huh?” You look up at him with a smirk before reaching your hand in the bowl to grab a few more pieces, “I guess so, pay me for each night and I’ll stay here forever” you quip as you throw two pieces into your mouth and flop onto the couch.

He scoffs and lets out a little, “oh, 100%” before placing the popcorn on your lap and picking up your legs so he can sit down, gently placing your legs back on his lap once he’s settled. The action had you flushed, sure, you guys were flirty with each other but you were never really physically affectionate with one another. Your eyes were glued on his long, thick fingers were oh so casually caressing the soft skin of your upper calve, even though the action was small, you felt a familiar throbbing between your legs.

His attention was stuck onto the TV, scrolling through to find the movie you guys wanted to watch before finally finding it and playing it. Placing the remote down at his side, the hand that was holding it now finds purchase on the middle of your calve, drawing the same soothing motions on it like he was doing with his left. You tried to focus on the movie and the yummy bowl of popcorn resting on your lap, but you eyes kept falling onto those veiny hands that you’ve imagined doing much lewder things than they were barely doing right now. The sound of your heartbeat was loud enough for you to hear it in your ears, and you knew hobie could hear it too, you could tell by the way the smirk on his face got wider dispite there being nothing entertaining going on in the movie- and how he ever so slightly moved his hands up further, so his left was resting on your knee and his right now where his left was originally.

“Damn, lovie, you gettin beatin up in ya sleep o’ whut?” He asked, referring to the plethora of bruises on your legs and knees especially. A giggle escapes from you, “yeah that, and I’m just clumsy. I wasn’t granted the gift of being spatially aware..it’s a hard life I live, bee, you couldn’t imagine,” you end with a dramatic huff and a shake of your head, making hobie form a feigned look of sympathy on his face, “awee, I kno’ ,baby. Must be such a struggle for you ta just exist wiffout hurtin yourself in some way, huh?” He remarks teasingly with a tilt of his head, making you giggle in response before you both turn your attention back to the movie.

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About halfway through the movie you guys have already demolished the popcorn and placed it aside, the both of you now laying in a more comfortable position- with you laying on his chest and him leaning against a pillow, rubbing your back in soothing figure eights. The position had your heart beating even louder, the sound of it making hobie chuckle, instantly making your body grown warm with embarrassment, “you nervous, bunny?” The deep timber of his voice startled you at first, since you were getting so used to the quiet- but it was never really quiet when it was you and hobie. “mm..a little..” he scoffs, “you lia, I’ve been listenin to your heartbeat ever since you’ve walked in and it hasn’t slowed down since, if anythin it keeps gettin quicka” damn. You’ve always hated and loved how observant he was. It was something that made you fall for him even harder, but also made you want to punch him square in his pretty face.

Hooking his thumb and pointer under your chin, he raises you head up so you’re looking at his intense eyes, “tell me whut’s got you all hot n bothered, babygirl,” he knew exactly what was the reason for your state right now, he just wanted to hear the words fall from your sweet, kissable, lips. You inhale shortly before letting out a quiet, “..you are..” staring at anything but his eyes, but the scoff that came from his lips told you he wasn’t having any of that. Swiftly, he picks you up and scooches himself back on the couch so he was resting comfortably against it before placing you on his lap, now holding your face with his entire hand with a light but firm grip, enough to make your cheeks squish together softly. “Wanna try that again, bunny?” He inquired, tilting his head to the left as he started into your doe eyes, “you are, b..” you spoke with a soft huff, a pout painting your features as you grew mad at your body and mind for so easily melting into his hold.

He bit his lip to try to stifle the laugh that threatened to escape from him, “you’re so adorable,” you glare at him in response, but he doesn’t even flinch under your gaze, instead he focuses on your lips, caressing the soft flesh with the pad of his thumb. You scooch forward on his lap, eager to get a taste of him, but his firm hold on your jaw stops you. “Ah, ah, use your words, dove,” you suppress another huff, instead opting for playing with hobies necklace you bought him for his birthday, “need you to kiss me, b..” he raises his brows, as if he were waiting for you to say more, “..please.” He smiles in approval, giving you a quick kiss to your forehead before trailing down to your lips, kissing you slow, but passionately.

The yearning and anticipation for this moment is poured into every touch of each other’s lips, both of you grabbing onto one another as if you’d fade away if you broke it. You cup the side of his face with your right hand while your left cups the back of his neck, as his other hand roamed from the small of your back to your hip. You feel his tongue lightly brush the bottom of your lip, his way of asking you for permission. You grant his wish eagerly, opening your mouth for him to invade the warmth of it, a soft whimper leaving you when you feel his piercing brush against your tongue, the noise making his grip on you tighten immediately. Each of your muscles swirl together in synchronicity, as if you had to put no thought into kissing him.

Reluctantly, you both pull away slightly, needing to catch y’all’s breath, but not without a string of saliva connecting your lips together. The sight makes you giggle as you rest your forehead against his. “I need you ta be my girl. My love. My everything. Whut d’you say, pretty?” He looks at you with nothing but sincerity in his eyes, studying your face as if it’s the last time he’ll see it. The confession has tears burning in your eyes, a wave of mixed emotions hitting you but two of them were clear; relief, and happiness. You let out an excited giggle, as you nod your head yes while chanting the same word, leaving kisses all over his face as if he just accomplished something amazing (which to both of you, he did), “I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that!, I just honestly thought you didn’t have the balls to do so, but I’m glad you proved me wrong.” He makes an offended scoff at your words, placing a hand on his heart dramatically, “ouch, love, you of all people know that I have the balls to do a lot of things most people wouldn’t” you tilt your head at him, “yeah but when it comes to your feelings and committing to something those balls shrivel up into dust, don’t they?” You remark with a smirk, leaving hobie speechless. He knew there was no point in arguing and saying you were wrong, because you weren’t. You knew him better than he knew himself at times, and that’s why he loves you.

He huffs and lets out a quiet, “whatever, you win this time,” which earns a sweet laugh from you, the noise making his heart flutter and a warm smile coat his face.

He squeezes your his lightly to get your attention, “I love you, y/n” he coos, looking at you with pure adoration and love. Tears burn in your eyes again, the warmth of his words making you place a gentle kiss on his lips.

“I love you, hobie”

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𝑨/𝑵~ 𝑾𝑬 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑶𝑶𝑶𝑶 𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲!! 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐!, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒏��𝒐𝒎𝒔 𝒊 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓! 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒍😭 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑰'𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓. 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒚𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅, 𝑴𝑾𝑨𝑯!!💕💕

𝑫𝑼𝑪𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑺!🫶🏽

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𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕~ @jakesullyfatjuicypeen , @r0y4lr3bl , @jojomoose22 (𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 @ 𝒊𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔--𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑽 ✧ 𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑽 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆!)