Hobi's Demands • JHS

Fourteen 𓆩♡𓆪

Hobi reached around your body and picked up the two phones, he switched the SIM cards and placed the working phone in your palm. You powered it on, and smiled when your information populated on the two working screens.

"Should I trash this one?" He waved it gently in front of you the light catching the spiderweb of broken glass.

"No, I'll get it fixed tomorrow." In that moment you knew he'd been serious, you weren't getting any of the things you wanted just like he'd said, he wasn't even hard against the front of his sweats.

"Because you don't like the flip phone? I'll get you anything you want, babe." He squeezed your hip with his free hand and laughed softly.

"You better not!" You shoved him against his shoulders but he caught your wrists and held your body against the firm plane of his own.

"Isn't that the dynamic we agreed upon? Gifts, dates, traveling-," Hobi started.

"Sex?" You finished for him with a sassy grin and he sighed shaking his head.

"We'll get to all of it eventually but for now you can't complain about gifts." You held very still because he'd dropped your wrists and his warm hands were creeping under the edge of your shirt, the rougher skin of his fingers teasing against your belly.

"You can't spend so much money on me."

You pouted playfully, not acknowledging how his palms pressed against your waist, his fingers reaching for the edge of where your bra lay. Except you weren't wearing one and he was about to find that out first hand, you tried not to hold your breath.

"I could drain my bank account on you if I wanted, who are you to tell me how to spend my money? Everyone has a role in the arrangement. Mine is to teach you and spoil you when you show me that you're learning" Hobi's eyes were challenging, his brow lifted, when his touch slid against the side of your breast, a tiny hesitant brush, you felt your eyes closing.

"You think I'm learning?" Each word felt like you were pulling it out forcefully, his thumb stroked sideways just inches from your nipple. His eyes held mischief, he knew exactly what he was doing.

"You were very obedient all week, until your temper got the better of you last night." Just a fraction of a centimeter more and he would send tendrils of pleasure through your body.

"Did you go out tonight? To dinner?"

You changed the subject, if you let Hobi know you were enjoying the way his finger pressed against the bottom curve of your breast while his thumb teased toward your nipple he would stop. You sensed it, or maybe it was the reminder you'd not passed step four yet.

"I did." He was watching you closely, like he always did, eyes serious. It made you feel like his J Hope persona was less real, that he wasn't quite that way most of the time.

"Were you home when I tried to leave the note?" You forced yourself to not gasp when his palm cupped your right breast, but it felt so good a noise escaped your lips, his hands moved down to your ribs.

"I was." Hobi was smirking a knowing look, your body language was screaming loud and clear how disappointed you were that he'd stopped.

"Alone?" You tried to gather yourself, pretend you didn't care about his hands, or the answer to his question.

"I'm rarely alone, Sunshine." Hobi leaned forward, his lips grazing against your collarbone, had he done that to avoid your eyes?

"Who were you with?"

"Humans. Does that answer your question?" He pulled away and you could tell he wasn't going to answer you in a way that gave you the information you were seeking.