𝐻𝒪𝐵𝐼𝐸 𝐵𝑅𝒪𝒲𝒩 ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ // ATSV

ʟᴜxᴜʀʏ // 🤍 (fem)

Famous AU // Hobie's stage dancer.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

TW; cussing; strip dancing; nsfw; etc

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(She/they pronouns r used for y/n)

Reader is a concert/club dancer, hobie is aware but is not aware that reader was invited to his concert, as the lead.
I went to hella concerts this year, and this shit got stuck in my head. lets do a hobie brown one-shot shall we? Enjoy the read baby.
Not exactly smut. ++ short as fuck

(i promise Masc is within the works of being finished.)

HOBIE knew of y/n's career choice and it hasn't changed their relationship, he was a punk rock icon, having done tours all over the world. She was an exotic dancer, being invited to shows worldwide. She had always hidden her face, going by the stage name "Luxury" Today was the day of Hobie brown; stage name 'spiderpunk's annual punk rock celebration
"annual punk era tour"
And y/n, she was the dancer that got to rub herself all over hobie and get payed good money for it. She was rather known in the industry, always invited in concerts and performances alike.

reader POV;
I come out of my dressing room behind the stage, my first outfit is latex lingerie with studs and a web design where my breasts go, barely covering shit but hey, thats the job. I walk my way over to fellow dancers waiting to walk onto the stage and reveal themselves to the stadium. I am apart of almost every dance, and i already know i'll need at least 30 minutes of mental breakdown time after. "Hey ladies~!" My voice mocks a sassy tone, slowly bringing myself into my confident persona, i speak rather loudly, my mask muffling my words. Many look ahead and acknowledge me, others catch their breath from busting ass on stage during a separate dance. I slip different heels onto my feet, waiting for my signal to begin.
And that signal comes sooner then i had hoped for, the lights disappearing and a crew member motioning for me to get my ass on stage. I fix my mask to ensure it isn't crooked, my mask Luxurious and graceful. Once fixed, at least.
I strut around the stage, fixing my hands around the pole in front of me, which happens to be in the middle, hobie's band in front of me. I bounce myself to the beat, standing fully up then dropping to the splits and shaking ass, appearing on the big screen shortly after. i find my que once hobie stops shout singing his lyrics, and stands. I (as sexily as i could) quickly make my way over, knowing the pause in this song by heart, take him by the hand, sitting him down in a chair. "Oh oh." I hear him breathe out into the mic, i can't help but giggle.

I wrap my legs around his chair, straddling his lap. grabbing both sides of his face, rather gently, i begin to grind down on him, throwing my head back and shaking my ass for show. He visibly moves the mic away from his mouth, which was on the big screen. He then whimpers into my ear, clearly he can't handle much edging if he's already horny. I lift my mask, revealing my lips.
"Already? Show just started, baby"
I get off of him, in which he sneakily (or he thinks he was sneaky about it) adjusts his pants. I grab his electric guitar with care, and hand it to him, placing it over his new hard-on. "Play for me pretty boy." While he hesitantly obeys, i Strut. My. Shit. Fixing my mask to ensure i'm not exposed on stage, throwing every move i can. i have to assume hobie is a grower, because his pants just keep getting tighter by the minute.

(I'm sorry to end it here. I wrote this out in early October and ended up deleting Wattpad not long after, i know its short but take it as an apology chap.)