Punk! (Hobie x Reader)

SPIT IN MY FACE, MY LOVE. IT WONT PHASE ME!

  He drops me home, and before I shut the window I hand him a stack of cash.

  "Hand that out for me,"

  We say our goodbyes and I hop in the shower.

  When I'm out someone's waiting in the dark

  "Jesus! Dad, what are you doing!?"

  "I was coming to check on you. You went to your room and never came out."

  "I told you I was taking a nap, shopping is exhausting, you know? Goodnight," I push past him, and down the hall is my room.

"Is your stomach hurting?" He's asking if I'm on my fucking period.

  It's three in the morning why's he even up?

I slam myself in.

"Whatever, I tried to help," he sighs, from outside.

Fuck you! I flick him off. Not that he can see...

The next morning, over breakfast, he tells me about a press conference that I've got to attend with him this Friday.

I nod.

"We'll arrive together so I'll tell Regina to pick you up from your," he sighs, "karate class."

"I can just take my bike, I'd have to change anyway,"

"No, you'll bring your clothes with you to practice and you'll go with Regina. I want it to be over quickly. Not sure why you ride that thing anyw—damn, one of the cameras went out again,"

"Fine," I throw out my cereal and head to my room while my dad complains.

"HOB— Hobie what are you doing!?" I shut the door quickly but quietly.

"Aye! You forget to lock your window, babe," he says, looking around my room like a tourist.

Babe... is that what we are? Let's see...

"Come here,"

"Oh, as you wish," he jokes

Immediately he knows what I want from him.

We collide, and he sits on the bed in front of me so I have to bend a bit to kiss him.

"A dream, innit?" He plops back on the bed and spreads his arms while looking at my ceiling.

I sit next to him and lie back.

"For sure,"

"You really is a rich girl, but I like wat'you do wif it. You got records n things. Do you have a designer?" He turns his head to me, flirting.

"I do," I laugh. "Do you have a roof at your place?"

"Woah-ho! Dir'y shots at me baby!"

We laugh at dark humor until he sits up, putting his hand on my knee.

I come up with him, relaxing my hand into his.

"Whyd you come here so early? It's risky you know?" Something catches my eye on my dresser. Something out of place. My poems and story ideas.

  He follows my eyes.

  "Oh, I was bein' a snoop. I di'n't know you were a wri'er. You've got some heat in there,"

  My ears were burning and my cheeks were hot. "Hobie, no! That's so embarrassing!" I run to close them all and shove them back under the bed.

  "It's alrite, but I was thinkin' since you can't play, you can write songs," he stands and pulls me to him, using his charms to sway me.

  "I don't know," I chuckle softly, already pulsing at his flirt.

  "Don't say maybe." He brings his lips close to mine.

  "I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby," I quote the song.

  He laughs and kisses me.

  "You really turn me on, you know that?" I bite my lip at him. He watches.

  "Prove it," he smirks.

  And I am tempted beyond hope.

  I bring him back to my lips and feel his chest through his shirt. He grabs my arms, and throws me onto the bed.

  "What's da kink?" He laughs as he lies between my legs, coming back to my lips.

  "You," I answer, breathless.

  His hand slips under my shirt and he doesn't yet touch my breast. It drives me crazy. What's he waiting for!?

  He makes that face again. The one from the night I met him. Like he's got a pain in his skull. He looks at the door, then flings himself into my closet with a finger over his mouth.

  What? I almost laugh.

  Then, there's a knock at my door.

  "Coming!" Holy shit. Good save, Hobie. "Dad?" He's holding a gift.

  I shake my head. "Two weeks until my birthday Dad," assuming he forgot. He is the type.

  "This is a gift from your grandparents. May I sit—?"

  "No! Um, I just passed gas in here, let's sit out here." Terrible.

  A snicker comes from the closet, not loud enough for my dad to hear, or not odd enough for him to care.

  "Open it," he hands it to me when I close the door.

  "Keys? Car—I already have a car, Dad. I mean I'm very, very grateful. I'll just give my old one away. I'll call to say thanks," I'll give him an awkward side hug and immediately regret it when he says,

  "They could've got you something better,"

  I ignore the comment and close my door.

  "Wow," Hobie's impressed.

  "Do you want the car?" I ask.

  "I prefer to swing," he shakes his head.

  "I don't," I groan.

  "You'll get used to it," he winks.

  "Maybe... Where were we?" I stepped closer.

  "Hmm, you're a treat, but there's business."

  He grabs my hands.

  Keeping me under control.

  "What is it?"

  "I was talking with Gwendy today an' she was spittin' abou' my boi Miles like the norm. Den she... hmm."

  He stopped.

  "You must like to tease me," I smiled, remembering our moment just now.

  "Business," he kissed me quickly.

  "Right, so what did she do 'den'?"

  He laughs at my mocking.

  "She told me she's finna do som'ing dodgy. Now, I've got to look after her,"

  "Well, why not just talk her out of it?"

  "It's about Miles, innit? I can't stop 'er," his face shows disappointment. Dissatisfaction.

  "So, why are you telling me this?" I was scared all of a sudden. Did he have to leave?

  "It's hard to explain. I'll get you tonite,"

  He lets me go, and heads to the window.

  "Hobie... alright," I sigh.

  He twists a spike on his cuff and says "The camera"

  Ri's voice confirms and he's gone.