Punk! (Hobie x Reader)

Scotty Doesn't Know, So Don't Tell Scotty!

I fix the sheets and think of where to sit.

Why am I not nervous?

I'm excited.

I've done this once before in high school, but that was my junior year. Not too long ago I guess, but still.

The door clicks and opens.

"Hey," I glide over to him, starting with kisses.

The bag in his hand looks heavier than it should.

"Is that, metal?" I ask.

He laughs at my question and kisses me onto the bed in the center of the room.

"We're gonna find ya kink tnite, yeh?"

"Hobie, you're not gonna like my kinks, they'll hurt,"

"Oh, now I'm exci'ed," he sighs with a smile.

I laugh as he brings his lips to my neck, crawling over me.

"Let's play some music," I suggest.

"Is it odd I've got a playlist?" He asks, looking into my eyes.

I shake my head with a smile.

He pulls the phone from his pocket and in a few taps music plays at its highest volume.

"Oh, this is hot," I chuckle.

He comes back to my lips, and this time his hand slips under my shirt and fully grasps my breast.

"Ah, I'm sensitive there,"

"Yeh?" He breaks away from the kiss after a moment and pushes my hands over my head so that he can lift my shirt.

"Oh, fuck," I'm overwhelmed I almost want to thrust at him.

He unclips my bra, but I can't see him. The shirt is over my eyes.

I can just feel the exposure of my breast.

Then I feel his tongue cool on my nipple, and I moan.

He slides his tongue over to the other breast leaving a cold trail of saliva like venom. He pulls on my nipple with his teeth.

"Mmm!" I fucking love it. "I need to see you," I exhale, desperate.

He pulls my shirt off without leaving my nipple and my fingers rush to his hair.

  I'm squirming under him and he's keeping up. Squeezing my sides, spreading my legs with his own.

  "Fussy lit'le fing," he kisses my stomach, raises to his knees, and pulls off his tops, all while keeping his eyes on me.

  I put on a show for him by playing with my breast.

  I see his body in tats and skinny like a true punk.

  He's muscular nonetheless. It turns me on even more.

  "What's in the bag, sexy?"

"Wouldn't you like ta kno'" he chuckles, kissing me once before grabbing the bag.

He flips it over and...

"Siiick," I grab the cuffs. "I call top,"

"Nah, nah, nah. I bagsied 'cuz I got 'em first, yeh?"

"How is that fair?" I scoff over-dramatically, dropping my jaw.

"I got a gag too,"

"You're not putting that on me," I laugh.