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trippiexk · 9 months

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not the same anymore

pairing: hobie brown x best friend reader

content warnings: no use of y/n, mentions of blood, wrapping a wound, apprehensive reader, good amount of tension use of pet names (babe, baby, love), p in v, oral (fem receiving), male masturbation, fingering, lots of kissing <3

finished fic to this sneak peek

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knock

You stirred, a low hum coming from your throat. It was the middle of the night- or early morning rather, your alarm clock reading 2:46 am in fierce red letters.

knock!

Again, you hummed, eyebrows scrunching in your sleep. A sigh escaped your lips, but you refused to open your eyes.

KNOCK

Now that woke you up. Opening your eyes, you blinked a few times before turning on your lamp and grabbing your glasses from your nightstand, looking towards your window. Yawning, you rolled out of bed, shuffling towards the opposite end of your room and pulling back your curtain.

"Hey."

You widened your eyes, and then frowned, opening your windows and letting Hobie tumble in, a small oof falling from his lips as he landed on the floor, slender hand gripping his arm. It only took you a second letter to notice crimson staining his hand in the dim lamplight.

"What the hell, Hobie?"

"Sorry..." He managed to groan out, tensing as you helped him to your desk. You moved his hand, his body pliant under yours as you checked out his wound. The deep gash right under his elbow wasn't as bad as it seemed, and you let out a sigh of relief after retrieving your first aid kit to wrap it.

"It's 2 o'clock in the morning, Hobie." You mumbled, fingers fumbling with the gauze as you grabbed his arm. "I know, m'sorry." He apologized again, "I just wanted to see you."

"Right." You said, a bit too hard. Sighing, you paused your actions, looking up at him to see his brown eyes already on you. "Sorry, I just- I have class."

"I know. Don't apologize."

Resuming your actions, you couldn't help but let your heart swell at the thought of him coming all this way just to see you- with an injury nonetheless. It had been a little over a week since you two had even talked, and you were beginning to miss his presence.

Your relationship with Hobie was complicated, in the simplest way to define it. He was your best friend, as you called him, and he has been for years. But neither one of them could deny the knowing glances and lingering touches.

They made your heart skip a beat every time, and even now as you tenderly wrapped his arm, you could feel yourself growing nervous under his gaze.

"What time's your class?" He asked, smooth voice dripping over you like water. You shuddered slightly, chills growing up your legs as his knee touched your thigh.

"Ten." You responded shortly, biting your lip as you reached for a pair of scissors. "Probably gonna leave around nine- to avoid traffic."

He hummed in response and you finished, packing up all of your supplies and shuffling to your bathroom, taking a breather before walking back out. He still sat at your desk, watching you intently as you sat on the edge of your bed, facing him. Your eyes avoided his gaze, and you felt your heartbeat speed up as your cheeks heated in anticipation. He did this a lot- watch you that is. And you couldn't help but fidget under his stare.

Of course, he hadn't always made you this nervous.

It was at one point in time, two months ago to be exact, when you hadn't even realized you had feelings for the boy, you two would laugh and joke; you could touch him without your head swelling, you could be in his presence without calculating your every move, you could just be you.

You were still you, obviously, but a random Tuesday two months ago had you realizing just how much you really liked the boy, and since then you felt like an imposter around him. Still avoiding his eyes, you looked around, the soft glow of your lamp casting a gentle illumination, painting the room in a dreamlike ambiance. The posters on your walls, depicting bands and artists you both adore, watch over you like silent observers, unaware of the turmoil swirling within.

"C'mere." Hobie said, gesturing you over with a single nod.

"I am here." You said, quieter than you intended.

"No, you're there. I want you here."

You stood, slowly, walking over to him and standing in front of his figure like a statue. He urged you closer, but you refused, almost taking a step back when he leaned forward. You couldn't do this, you weren't in the right mindset. "Here." Hobie encouraged, grabbing your hand and guiding you into his lap to straddle him. "Hobie-" You started, placing your hands on his chest.

"Why are you acting like this?"

"Like what?" You frowned, feinting innocence as if you didn't know exactly what he was talking about. As if he couldn't tell that you weren't you. He was your best friend, he knew you, he studied you.

"Like you're nervous."

"I'm not nervous."

He looked between your eyes before answering, strong hand caressing circles into your thigh. "You're not...but I can feel your heartbeat." He said, eyes drifting down to your lips, briefly, before grabbing one of your hands and intertwining it with his. Silence stretched between you, heavy and loaded. It was as if the whole world was holding its breath, waiting for the exchange of feelings to unravel.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You muttered, breath hot and heavy as his hand encapsulated yours. Doubt, fear, and longing tangled together, creating a turbulent storm that threatened to consume you. You had rehearsed this moment a thousand times in your mind, yet now, in the presence of Hobie, every word seemed elusive.

"Yeah?" He adjusted his hips, and you felt the gentle outline of his half-hard cock making a small gasp fall from your lips. "Your heartbeat, baby." He said again, and you knew what he meant. Your core betrayed you where your bodies met. His hands moved up, stopping to rest at your hips as his thumbs rubbed circles around your inner thighs.

"Hobie...why'd you really come here?"

The taller boy sighed, throwing his head back slightly, "I told you I wanted to see you."

"Yeah? That's it?" You spoke earnestly, your tone holding a hint of skepticism, and a knowingness gnawing at the back of your head. He had visited you in the early morning before, but never like this, never with this vibe.

"Maybe..." He looked back up, letting out a deep breath. His hands started to move again, curling over the waistband of your shorts, toying with the elastic. His eyes were desperate, breathing staggered.

"Maybe I was tired of pretending."

"Pretending to do what?"

"Stop it."

You frowned, hand sliding from his chest to rest on his stomach, right above his belt buckle. "Stop what?"

"You're pretending too."

"I'm not- I-"

Out of nowhere, the room around you was blurring, your eyes were drifting shut, and your lips were moving on their own. Hobie kissed you feverishly, as if this was a moment he'd been waiting for and he didn't know how to control himself. 'Stop pretending' he'd said, and he was right, you had been pretending.

Pretending that you never imagine his own fingers replacing yours as you delved deep in your cunt. Pretending that you never moaned his name after you'd come. Pretending you never imagine his mouth on your body, teeth gnashing at your neck and breasts. Pretending that you never imagined the cold metal of his lip piercing against your heat, the contrast making you shiver as you came undone on his face.

Your lips meet in a starved, hungry kiss. It starts softly, tenderly, as if testing the waters of new territory. But the intensity quickly grows, fueled by years of longing, and soon you find yourselves lost in a passionate frenzy.

Hobie's hand roamed your body, massaging your supple skin under his calloused palms. They moved with intent, with purpose. He wanted you, wanted everything you were willing to offer him. There was no time to think, no taking it slow. You could take it slow another day, and think about your actions at another time. The only thing swarming through your mind was I want him, I want this, I want more.

Hobie was the same, mouth attacking your neck as he snuck under your shirt to massage your breast between his fingers. Your desk chair creaked under the weight of your movements and without missing a beat Hobie stood the two of you up, walking to your bed and laying between your legs.

Tangling your hands in his hair you moved your head to the side granting Hobie more access as he continued to attack your neck with his lips and teeth. Soft moans fell from your lips, and you soon found your hands traveling underneath his shirt, attempting to remove the tight-fitting fabric to no avail.

"Wan' me to touch you?" He asked against your neck, breathe hot as it floated across your skin. You whined, literally whined, when you felt his fingers break through the elastic of your shorts, pulling them off. Desperate, you were so desperate. "Not an answer."

"Please- fuck- touch me Hobie." It was hard to make out full words, harder to get out a proper sentence when he was suffocating you with his presence. He pulled his shirt off, finally, finally, and as he pulled away you couldn't help but stare at him in awe through hooded eyes. He was so beautiful, so sweet. He was everything you ever wanted.

Swallowing the saliva that was surfacing in his mouth, he finally pulled the cotton of your underwear away, throwing them somewhere with your shorts. His breath fanned over you making you instinctively clench your thighs with apprehension; he pulled them apart, a string of spit landing on your clit and you let out a surprised gasp. "I hear you, baby," He mumbled gently, your shorts now off as he kneeled on the floor, pretty brown eyes fixated on your cunt as he worked a single up through your folds "Pretty fucking pussy."

God, you sounded like a bitch in heat the moment his lips connected with your clit, and as much as your eyes threatened to roll back in your head, you forced them open, watching the lamplight gently caress Hobie's face, highlighting the amount of slick on his mouth and chin. A loud series of moans fell from your lips, encouraging the boy to continue beneath you.

"Fuck Hobie- feels s'good..." Your voice anguished, your fingers tangled in his hair, your body squirming underneath the grip he had on your thighs.

"Tastes good." He pulled away, digits teasing your entrance. Another whine left your lips once two slender fingers slid inside of you with ease, coated in your sick. Your walls clenched instinctively, and it was Hobie's turn to groan as his other hand unbuckled his belt, dipping into his pants. You watched as he fingered you with one hand and palmed himself with the other- Hobie watching almost hypnotically as his digits moved back and forth inside of you.

You imagined him pretending his fingers were his cock and when he entered you, he fucked into his hand, doing the exact same when he pulled out. As he hooked his finger up, abusing your g-spot, he tightened his palm around his tip and continued his actions.

"Look at 'er. So fuckin' pretty, baby." Hobie sighed, pushing his hips up as he searched for the right amount of friction. "Wanted you t'cum on my face but I don't think we'll make it there." You felt him slowly remove his fingers, watching him lick them clean as he stood up, pulling off his pants.

"Lay back, love." He commanded gently and you scooted away from the edge of the bed, resting your head on your pillows as he climbed between your legs, lips attacking yours once more.

"F'me." You managed to get out between the kiss, attempting to catch your breath, "fuck me please, Hobie. Wan' you so bad." It was pathetic. Seriously. You looked a mess. Your eyes were filled to the brim with lust, with blown pupils and heavy lids. Your lips were swollen, hair all over your head, cheeks flushed, skin hot, and your mouth uttered the most sinful words you could muster as you begged Hobie to fuck you.

"Shit, you're a dream, baby, sh-shit. 'M gonna fuck you, promise." Hobie took his time rubbing his cock across your folds, his pretty dark tip leaking pre cum over your clit as he rutted against you, leaning down to press his lips to yours. The stretch of his cock as he guided himself through your entrance was otherworldly and it elicited another pathetic whine as you scrambled to wrap your arms around his neck.

"Your makin' a mess all over me." Hobie strained, the loud squelching from your cunt echoing through the room as his cock dragged against your walls. You clenched instinctively at his words, mouth falling open when he reached down to rub your clit with his thumb. Pulling away, he pushed your legs back, eyes trained on where your bodies met. He was right, you really were leaking all over him- his entire pelvis was covered in you. He dipped his thumb down, collecting your arousal as lube to continue rubbing tight circles around your clit. The sensation made your back arch off of the bed and Hobie cursed under his breath, realizing he wasn't going to last as long as he hoped

"Wanted this for so long." You choked out, hand traveling under your shirt to tweak your nipples. The sensation made you bite your lip, eyes tearing up at the extra stimulation. "Yeah? How long."

"S-since- fuck- since forever."

Hobie smiled at this, sweat forming on his brow as his hips continued to connect with you. You felt his kiss your cervix and you let out a surprised sound that made him laugh. His strokes were rough and rushed, trying to push you both toward the release you were searching for. "Cunt's takin' me'n so well, love. You gonna cum?" You nodded eagerly and he frowned in concentration when he felt your walls quiver around him, a thin white ring forming on the base of cock.

You were stuck in a state of bliss, small moans now falling from your mouth as Hobie chased his own release. You still massaged your nipples underneath your shirt, bottom lip tucked between your lips as you watched Hobie above you with hazy eyes. Sweat coated both of your bodies, and the smell of sex was so present in the air you doubted a candle would be much help. Hobie attached his lips to your neck when he bent down for the final time, peppering kisses along your throat until he came up to your ear. "Where you want me, babe? Hm?" He kissed you again, and your hands reached for his hair, trying to ground yourself. "B-belly." You whimpered, knowing very well that that wasn't your truth.

Hobie complied though, pulling out with a hiss and using your release as lube. He pumped himself twice before his cock twitched, spilling warm seed over your belly. He groaned, eyes closing as he came, and you watched him, completely mesmerized until he flopped onto the bed next to you. Completely fucked out.

It took him a few minutes to get up and clean you up, all the while you lay there half asleep as he peppered more kisses wherever he could reach, a warm towel dragging through your sore folds as he took his time easing the ache between your legs. When he finally lay down for good, you found yourself in his arms, face hidden in his chest as you inhaled his scent.

"Hobie?"

"Yea?

"I... never mind."

"Yea- yea me too."

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