Punk! (Hobie x Reader)

North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe!

  "So, 'ou love me?" He teased, rubbing my lower back and touching my lips with his thumb (he couldn't stop looking at them, he makes me horny so bad.)

  "Would I lie?" I whisper. I sat in his lap on the couch. I can already feel him through his jeans...

  "I dunno..."

  He kisses me.

"'ou always tell me to stop... n wen I do it's: no! Keep goin'" he grabs my face and kisses me again.

"Shut up, that's not funny," I laugh.

"You'r so bold, 'ou kno'?"

I inhaled as his eyes moved down to my belt and he started to unbuckle it with one hand. I watched him.

I only wore jeans and a tank top under my hoodie today, but the hoodie was gone already.

He loves that spikey jean jacket and roughed-up tee. His jeans are rockstar tight... nah a little looser than that. His belt doesn't hold them up much anyway. Lined with silver spikes as well.

Then his black boots with unnecessary straps and laces everywhere but somehow it all fits together.

And all for me.

He's finished with my belt. Before he threw it away he pondered.

I laughed.

"What are you thinking, punk?"

"Jus' thought I'd keep 'er close by," he kissed me again.

I pulled away after about a minute to stand up.

He relaxed his arms on the top of the couch and spread his legs to watch me.

I unbuttoned my pants and shimmied them down slowly.

"Who taught 'ou to move like dat, bird?"

"Marilyn," I sat on him again with my lace underwear, facing away from him.

I swayed myself up and down his bulge. I can hear his breathing starting to pick up.

"You make me feel pretty," I whisper, standing back up.

When I turn to see him again he's a little dazed. He makes me feel really pretty.

"We don't do enough foreplay," I frown, playfully.

"Anythin' 'ou wan', love,"

"Love! Have you been saving that one?"

"Mmm," he rested his head back on the couch and closed his eyes. Overwhelmed.

I start to peel off my top. Now down to my underwear and bra.

"Anything I want?" I let my hand fall down his chest to his lower abdomen where he gets really excited and opens his eyes to watch me unbuckle his belt.

But I don't.

"Oh, dat hurts," he exhales heavily.

"I didn't do anything," I smile. I sit on him again, this time facing him and his hands fly to my ass.

"Hobie!" I gasp.

"You'r a fuckin' tease, I give 'ou too much powa," he grips my cheeks aggressively.

"Ow, down boy," I laugh.

He puts his hands back on the top of the couch and thrusts his hips, making my whole body rise and fall.

I start to imagine it. I get weak at the fantasy and start to hold onto him, falling forward.

"'ou make it so easy," he sighs.