OMG The Part With The Coffee??? Actually Shoot Me That Was So Adorable. Love Love Love

OMG the part with the coffee??? actually shoot me that was so adorable. love love love

okay that gif was not the one i wanted but it’s staying now

Another one?! Ugh, I get bored at work, okay?!

6. I can't remember what this was called. It didn't save 😒.

Part 1 - the intern

Part 2 - the sleeves

Warnings: brief description of sex (p in v).

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Her intern ran over to her table and hopped into the seat across from her, her eyes wide with terror. X flashed her a questioning look over her laptop.

“Miguel asked to see me in his office,” Reena revealed, prompting X’s expression to rearrange into one of amusement.

“Yeah,” she replied obviously. “You need to have your final debriefing or whatever, right?”

“Oh! Yeah, right,” she replied, calming down a little. Then she started panicking again. “But what if he tells me I did a horrible job?!”

X snickered and closed her laptop so she could give Reena her full attention.

“You’ve done good!” she reassured her calmly. “I think you’ve improved so much since you first joined. Do you feel like you’ve learned a lot?”

“Yeah! Definitely!” Reena agreed quickly, her apprehension melting into delight. “I feel so much more confident in the lab than when I first started.”

X grinned as she opened her laptop again. “That’s great! What time are you meeting Miguel?”

“In …” Reena checked the time on her phone and her eyes widened in horror again. “Oh my god! Five minutes! See you later! Bye!” She rushed off to Miguel’s office and X chuckled before getting back to her work.

X snapped her laptop shut and strolled over to the pantry, deciding that it was time for a coffee break. She grabbed a glass and scooped a few spoonfuls of sugar into it before placing it under the coffee machine. She folded her arms across her chest as she waited for the machine to pour out the caffeinated liquid, then startled when she felt a hand slide across her lower back.

He felt his chest warm when he saw the smile already stretched across her lips as she turned around to face him. X fluttered her eyelashes up at him playfully and Miguel bit down on the inside of his cheek to stop himself from grinning down at her.

“Yes, boss?” she asked, purposefully drawing out the word in the way she knew drove him crazy. Her stomach gave a flip as the familiar citrus smell of him wrapped around her senses and her eyes flickered around the hall to make sure no one was paying any special attention to them. But it was Miguel, of course people were paying attention to him. Miguel followed her gaze and glanced at the groups of interns whispering and giggling to each other as they watched the interaction between him and his little RA. He rolled his eyes and took a step back from her, putting a more appropriate amount of distance between them.

“I asked your intern about you; about how you’ve been as a mentor,” he revealed, the corners of his lips twitching in anticipation of her reaction. X’s eyes widened in excitement and Miguel pressed his lips together to stop himself from smiling. Mierda, she was cute.

“And?” she pushed when he didn’t continue. Miguel shrugged, keeping a disinterested expression on his face.

“I can’t share that information with you, arañita: it’s confidential.” X’s brows furrowed in irritation at his vague response.

“But then how am I supposed to know how to improve?” she pointed out, her lips twisting down at the corners as she looked up at him. Miguel shook his head, refusing to give in to her.

“I guess you’re just going to have to ask her yourself,” he suggested. X huffed and turned back around to her coffee.

“Ugh, you’re such a bully sometimes,” she chided him, knowing she wouldn’t be getting any answers out of him anytime soon. Miguel grinned and followed behind her as she moved her glass to the table and began mixing the contents with a spoon.

“That’s no way to talk to your boss,” he teased her, his warm breath tickling her neck as he leaned over her. X clenched her muscles to stop herself from shivering at the low, smooth sound of his voice. Miguel chuckled at her refusal to respond, then took a step away from her. “See you later, arañita.”

“We’ll see about that,” X scoffed, keeping her voice low so he wouldn’t be able to hear. But he managed to pick up on her words just as he was turning to leave. Miguel paused and swivelled back around to face her, folding his arms across his chest as he leaned against the table beside her.

“What was that?”

X swallowed hard at the challenging look on his face and the way the muscles in his arms shifted beneath his shirt as he crossed them. He was so frustratingly hot, it made it almost impossible for her to focus on her thoughts sometimes. “I said I’ll see you later, Dr O’Hara?”

Miguel grinned at the sudden softness in her demeanour - he’d definitely be teaching her a lesson tonight. “That’s what I thought you said.”

Her boss pinched her side and X wrinkled her nose at him in annoyance. Then she picked up her coffee and returned to her desk.

“Did Miguel ask you about me?!” X hissed as she slid into the seat across from her intern. “Like, how I’ve been as a mentor? Have I done okay?”

Reena raised an eyebrow at the nervous look on X's face. “What? Yeah! You’ve been great! I think you were just really nervous in the beginning, that’s all.”

“Oh, thank god,” X sighed in relief. She’d always been pretty insecure in herself, but she’d started gaining a lot of confidence since she and Miguel had begun their relationship. Of course it helped that her boyfriend was super hot and had chosen her out of everyone. But aside from the compliments and little touches he’d always shower upon her, it was the way he looked at her when he thought she wouldn’t notice that made her heart flutter more than anything: dilated pupils, heavy eyelids, lips turned up ever so gently at the corners. He looked … grateful. Like it was a blessing to be able to spend time with her everyday.

“Why?” Reena asked, amused by X’s exaggerated displays of emotion - she could be so funny without even meaning to. “What did he say?” X frowned.

“He wouldn’t tell me. He told me that he asked you and then when I asked him what you said, he was all like,” she dropped her voice lower in an attempt to imitate him, “‘I can’t tell you that information, it’s classified.’”

X folded her arms across her chest and scoffed at the memory of their interaction. “He’s so mean sometimes.”

Reena grinned at the annoyed look on X’s face. “You guys are so cute together.”

“What?” X’s eyes widened at the declaration and her cheeks heated up with discomfort: she couldn’t possibly know about their relationship! Could she? No, she would have said something otherwise. X shook her head quickly, refuting the statement. “No we’re not! So, anyway, are you all done in lab?”

Thankfully, Reena took the bait and turned her attention to the list of experiments she’d compiled on her laptop. X released the breath she’d been holding and forced herself to focus on her intern’s words.

Miguel held onto the bed frame with one hand as he arched X’s back with the other.

“Ay, p*tas, mi angelita (Ah, f*ck, my little angel),” he groaned as he rocked his hips against hers. X whimpered and moaned as he slid his cock in and out of her, his large bulk filling her up entirely. She dug her fingers into his shoulders as she reached her climax and he groaned again at the feeling of her p*ssy clenching around his dick. His body tensed as he approached his edge as well, then he relaxed his muscles as he came inside of her, his c*m spilling into her uterus and painting her walls white. Miguel sighed and lowered himself on top of her when he was done, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “Sientes muy bien, mi arañita. (You feel so good, my little spider.)”

“Mmm, not as good as you,” X moaned, scrunching the soft strands of his hair between her fingers. Miguel chuckled and nipped at her earlobe before rolling over to lie beside her. X turned to face him, her expression suspiciously innocent as she began tracing the outlines of his chest with her finger. “So? What did she say?”

“Hmm?” Miguel turned to face his adorable little girlfriend, shooting her a confused look despite knowing exactly who she was talking about. “What did who say?” X huffed in irritation and Miguel felt his lips curl at the ends in response.

“Reena!” she exclaimed, pushing herself up to her elbow so she could glare down at him. Miguel ran his fingers down her back, stroking her soft skin gently.

“Oh. That,” he sighed, tugging her back to him. X settled in his arms again and Miguel dragged his fingernails along her spine. “She said you were terrible. Always bullying her and telling her that everything she did was wrong.”

“What the heck?!” X screeched in outrage, shooting up to a seat. She looked so pretty with her rosy lips twisted into a frown like that. “No way! She said I was good! I just needed to be more confident in myself!”

Miguel raised an eyebrow and smirked at her, his hand moving to caress her thigh. “So you asked her?”

“Of course I asked her!” X replied, lowering herself back down and snuggling against his chest. “It’s not like you were going to tell me anyway.”

Miguel grinned and tilted her face up to his so he could begin pressing soft kisses to her lips. “I thought you didn’t want to bring your work home, querida?”

X slid her hand up and down his chest as she kissed him back, relishing the feeling of his hard muscles beneath her palm. “I brought you home, didn’t I, boss?”

He groaned at that, then pulled her tight against him, cuddling her like she was a little toy. “Are you going to miss Reena?”

“Yeah,” X agreed softly, suddenly realising how tired she was now that the adrenaline had subsided. “But I'll get a new intern soon, right? Is it a guy? I hope he's cute!”

She buried her face in his chest to hide her grin at his scoff.

“Why would you care about that?!” Miguel inquired, his tone incredulous. He was cute when he was jealous. “And anyway, no, she’s not a guy.”

“Why do you keep hiring female interns, querido?” X asked, tilting her head back to give him a suspicious look. “Is there something I should be worried about?”

He tried to hold his frown as she looked up at him with narrowed eyes. But then she grinned and he felt his own lips curling at the ends in response.

“No,” he reassured her, ruffling her hair affectionately. He pressed his lips to the top of her head and shut his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her warm skin against his. “And anyway, they're students. Besides being too young and immature, that would really be crossing a line.”

She kept silent as she considered his words and he was just about to get up to start cleaning her up when she finally responded.

“I'm not that old,” she sniffed, pretending to be more offended than she really was. Miguel smiled and squeezed her against him before untangling himself from her.

“You're just right, arañita,” he told her as he sat up on the edge of the bed. He looked back at her over his shoulder and licked his lips at the sight of her curves laid bare before him. “Just mine.”

Tags: @heubstr @julia4today

don’t make me cry now , que era tan adorable - quiero decir todas tus cosas es pero omggggg

pls never stop writing 🙏

The Love Lab presents:

One Bite for You, One Bite for Me

💗 THIS IS MY 100 200 300 FOLLOWER SPECIAL!

pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!Reader

summary: One of the things you and Miguel bond over is delicious food. One day, you notice that your clothes aren’t fitting like they used to. Miguel is there to remind you how beautiful you are.

content warning: established relationship but they’re not married, 18+ so MDNI, non-Spiderman Miguel, LOTS OF MENTIONS OF FOOD AND DRINKS, weight gain, cycles, insecurity about body, alcohol, body worship, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up 🫵🏾), cunnilingus, lots of praise, a little Spanish (if wrong please lmk)

credit for art + dividers: Me! + @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

a/n: This is actually the first fic I wrote when my Miguel hyperfixation came back in full force. I based it off of this video and a comment saying that girls are usually the ones that gain weight super quick in a relationship. Please know that gaining weight is not a bad thing, especially in this story. Relationship weight can be positive and food is here to nourish your body! Also know that everyone’s body is different. Our bodies will react to things in different, unique ways. If you’re ever feeling icky about your weight/health, please take a step back, breathe, and know that you’re beautiful no matter what. There are also sources out there that can help you if your thoughts overpower your heart. Please don’t hesitate to seek help.

word count: 4.3k

To all my food-lovers and fellow plus-size girlies, kisses to you! You’re beautiful!

SPRING 🥭

“Baby!”

You grinned as you heard Miguel’s shout from the front door. His voice had a giddy tilt as if he made a breakthrough in one of his projects.

“I was finally able to stop by the new Jamaican spot before they sold out and look what I got us,” Miguel says before he slides the take-out bags across the table. “Ribs, oxtails, rice and beans, mac, and your favorite…fried plantains!”

You quickly untie the bags, happy to have a break from your research paper, and immediately get hit with the smell of spices both sweet and savory. “Oh my god! That looks incredible.”

After frantically digging around for a plastic fork, you were finally able to pull a piece of meat off the oxtail. It looked mouth-watering and tender. One bite of the meat and you’re immediately groaning, slumped in your chair. You nod your head and scrunch your face, watching as the juice from the gravy soaks into the pieces of rice stuck at the bottom of the take-out plate.

“That is so fucking good, Mig. No wonder there’s never any combos left by the time you leave work.”

Miguel just watches you eat with a glint in his eyes, happy to see you so relaxed and enjoying the food. He reaches into the second bag, pulling out two bottles of juice, “And to make it better, I got their fruit juice, made fresh daily-”

“Passionfruit and mango flavor!” Your eyes got big as you jumped up and wrapped your arms around his neck. He knew how much of a juice fanatic you were, so this drink was just the cherry on top of the large ice cream sundae that was your generous boyfriend.

“Thank you, baby,” you giggled and gave his cheek a fat smooch. You patted his chest twice and moved back to set up the table, “Now, hurry and wash up so we can eat this before it gets cold! We’ve got shows to watch.”

“Entendido, I’ll be right back”

SUMMER 🍦

You and Miguel were walking hand in hand along the Cancun Hotel Zone, taking in all the sights. Miguel’s job had given him a promotion along with an extremely high bonus, so what better way to celebrate than to use his PTO and bring the love of his life on vacation?

Granted, the area you guys were currently in was a little touristy, borderline bougie, but it was all worth it when Miguel got to see your eyes light up as you watched the turquoise waves fade into white foam along the shoreline.

You wobbled a bit while clinging to Miguel’s side, a little tipsy from the frozen paloma you drank to pair with today’s lunch. It was a waterfront restaurant with a live band so the vibes were just right for a little bit of liquid fun.

The downside was that the two of you were supposed to meet up with Miguel’s family later that evening and while you were fine with the confidence boost you were sporting, you wanted to be more alert when speaking with loved ones. Plus, you needed to give a good impression to the relatives you hadn’t met yet. It will be nice to put a face to the names of Miguel’s childhood.

“What do you say we stop and get some ice cream?” Miguel suggested, chuckling at you when you grinned up at him, ecstatic over the proposed plan.

“You know me so well,” you said, arms reaching around his waist, face squished into the side of his chest. “I would absolutely love some ice cream. Cool me down from the inside.”

Miguel chuckled and kissed the top of your head. You were especially cute when you got like this.

FALL 🍕

“Baby, check this out,” Miguel shouted, finally returning to your table with your food.

The fair was packed full of people, especially due to the pop-up food truck festival happening that same week. You had never seen more people run to get fried turnip greens and loaded fries in your life.

Still, this was just another chance to hang out with Miguel. You really didn’t care where you went with him, as long as you got to see that pretty smile.

You look down at the table and see what he brought back. Before your eyes sat the most un-Miguel order ever: birria pizza and two walking tacos, one Hot Cheetos and the other Dorritos.

“Dorilocos, Miguel. Really?” you raised an eyebrow watching him try to steady the open chip bags over some spread-out napkins.

“Amor, don’t look at me like that! I had to get them because Gabriel kept talking my ear off about this new food truck that made them better than the ones we used to eat on our trips back home. I, for one, don’t believe that for a second, so what better way to test that theory than to eat it with my baby?” Miguel gave the saddest look he could muster and slid his hand across the table, trying to convince you to indulge with him.

“Fine, fine. Don’t give me that look,” you say, pulling off a slice of the pizza, making the cheese stretch as long as you can. “Just don’t complain to me from the bathroom while your stomach fights to digest something it hasn’t had in over a decade!”

Miguel pursed his lips while shoveling as much food as he could on one Doritto, “Shouldn’t I be the one telling you that? That’s a lot of cheese, babe.”

“Oh my god, some queso tears up my stomach one time and you can’t let that go, can you?”

“It was once and yet you were in agony about it for days. I think I’m allowed to remind you at least monthly.”

“Just eat your food and leave me and my iron stomach alone. We’ll see what happens between today and tomorrow,” you quip, pulling your phone out ready to record Miguel’s reaction to send to Gabriel.

Miguel takes a bite and just leans against the table, head slumped on his clean head.

“Dios mio, he was right. This can’t be happening,” he groaned, slightly annoyed that Gabriel wasn’t exaggerating. He was also shocked at the fact that someone even came close to getting the local snack right.

You giggled behind your phone, happy that his reaction worked in your favor. You zoomed in a little more on his face, capturing him smacking his lips and licking off excess sauce. He was so zoned in on his food that he didn’t even notice you with your phone up.

“Is it good, Mig?” you asked, mirth in your voice.

He looked at you ready to answer but his eyes snapped to your camera and started to whine, “Amor, please stop recording!”

With a small smile, you made sure to add the video to your folder full of Miguel. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You just look so cute, I couldn’t help it.”

Miguel just mumbled to himself while stacking up another chip, neck heated over the interaction. “Here, just try this,” he said, holding a nacho close to your mouth.

You opened your mouth, just barely getting the chip in. Cupping your hand under your head, you begin to hum, the flavors all tangy, spicy, and savory. “I don’t know what your childhood Dorilocos tasted like, but this is really freaking good.”

“Just know that this one is only slightly better. By 0.00001% to be exact,” he said, rubbing sauce off of the corner of your lips and licking it off. The movement was muscle memory for him as he always liked to watch your face when you ate food, especially when it came to any nostalgic or homecooked dishes you never tried before. It warmed his heart to see you find comfort in his favorite foods.

“Well, I can tell you it’s 100% better than the ‘Taco Tuesday’ luncheon my job hosted last month. Nothing but unseasoned ground beef, endless black olives, and store-bought guacamole for two hours,” you respond, shuddering at the memory of soppy taco shells and your coworkers complaining about how spicy the mild salsa was.

“On second thought, this is absolutely a step up. Was the guacamole name brand at least?” He asked, peering up at you with a twist on his lips.

“I’m pretty sure it was a grocery store brand, so no.”

“Damn.”

WINTER 🍫

You were at your apartment in your bed, completely covered under the comforter with a fluffy blanket on top.

It was snowing heavily outside and you were freezing. However, your heater tended to make your apartment feel like a sauna, so you kept snatching the blanket off only to put it back on minutes later. Plus, your cycle was here. Your cramps left you lying on your side, rolling back and forth between the cool side of the bed and the warm side.

Physically, you were exhausted, but mentally, you knew you had so much to get done.

Christmas was just around the corner but you still had so many presents left to buy and wrap. Your job was doing the dreaded Secret Santa gift exchange and you were stuck wondering what gift would appeal to the stuck-up director in the accounting department.

You and Miguel were also hosting a small Christmas party amongst your friends, and there was still food left to buy. To top it all off, you were worried about your gift for Miguel, wondering if a silly little apron saying “Kiss me, I’m Irish” would hide the fact that you spent a ridiculous amount of money on some new tech he was eyeing.

You heard the apartment door open and close.

Knowing it was Miguel, you groan out dramatically.

He opens the bedroom door and peaks inside, “Baby?”

You just groan out again, “Everything hurts, Miggy.”

He comes up to bed and sits on the edge, “I know, amor. I’m sorry.” He bends down to kiss your head. “Want me to plug up the heat pack?”

“Yeah,” you say, leaning into his hands. When he gets up to grab the pack, you whine at his absence.

“I know, I know. I’m coming back,” he says, voice soothing.

Instead of turning the pack on, he removes your covers and sits back down on the edge. You shiver a little bit and he’s quick to cover your body with his, rubbing the top of your head as he kisses your temple.

“Are you feeling too bad to eat something for me?” Miguel asks, the timber of his voice settling you.

You shake your head and lean in closer to him.

“I think I want some food,” you reply, squeezing his body. “I haven’t eaten anything yet.”

Miguel tuts as he sits up and pulls you up with him, “That’s no good, baby. You have to eat so you can feel better. Your body needs it.”

You groan again and put your face in his neck, not wanting to move.

“Come on,” Miguel says, rubbing you from your back to your leg. “I got you some soup and a grilled cheese.”

“Did you get the stuff for the hot chocolate bar? For the party?” you whisper.

“Mm hm. Jumbo marshmallows included.”

You nuzzle his neck before you look at him, “Carry me to the kitchen?”

He makes a swift move to wrap your legs around his body and hike you up.

He gets up and holds you close, heading to the kitchen, “Let’s get some food in you, yeah?”

SPRING 🍇

The short spring break trip that Miguel surprised you with has been lovely. Miguel woke you with kisses down your body, taking you to the hilt with his mouth alone. You had to muffle your cries as to not disturb the neighbors in the inn. As his tongue danced inside of you, you gripped his hair with one hand and his head with your thighs. Miguel wouldn’t want it any other way.

After his first course, Miguel treated you to breakfast on the balcony. You two enjoyed looking over the horizon as you ate yogurt parfaits and fluffy omelets.

Later on, the two of you enjoyed a few tours of the vineyard and the city. The sights were beyond compare and the atmosphere was serene.

“Thank you so much for this Miguel,” you say, interrupting the silence.

“Anything for my lady,” he says back. “You’re doing great work this semester so you need the break.” Miguel stopped and turned to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You leaned up and kissed him, hands warm on the sides of his face.

You both started to makeout for so long that Miguel forgot about the massage he had planned for you before tonight’s farm-to-table dinner.

Needless to say, he laid you out on your bed and oiled your body down. Your head was in your arms as rubbed his hands up and down your back. His hands were heaven and you felt like puddy by the time he flipped you over.

After he massaged your inner thighs he pounded you into the mattress. Something you’re sure the hired masseuse would never be able to do.

Miguel joked and called it the Miguel Magic Massage when you asked if he offered this special regularly. The price? Being his cariño, his amor, his sweetheart.

By the time dinner started, you were glowing. You felt adored and the courses were amazing.

Miguel made sure everyone knew you were his. His hand never left your thigh the entire meal, staring down the older men sitting at the end table who were looking a little too long at the dip of your dress.

You were oblivious, feeding Miguel bites occasionally and humming at how fresh and delicious everything was.

After the last course was over, the men came to you all’s side of the table quickly. All of them started to make conversation with you, plugging in their businesses, and stuffing their business cards in your hands.

It was as if Miguel was invisible. He scowls deeper when they let out hearty laughs at something you said.

“Are you fellas here with your wives?” Miguel asked loudly, completely irritated. “My wife and I have really enjoyed our time here. It’s a beautiful place for couples.”

Some of the men went red in the face flustered at Miguel catching their scheme. Others just scowled, pissed off at being interrupted.

None of them could answer his question.

You looked at Miguel, eyes heavy and relaxed.

“You gentlemen have a great night,” you said, putting your hand in Miguel’s as he guided you to the exit.

“Your wife, huh?” you asked, core on fire. It was hot watching Miguel get so worked up over you.

“Baby, they were looking at you like you were some fresh meat. Like I wasn’t even sitting there,” he grumbled.

“One of them already offered to bring me on a cruise. He’s staying right next to us,” you say, standing outside your room as Miguel swipes his card at the door. You walked your fingers up his chest, heated over the grit you could see from his profile.

He was oh so upset.

“He’s next to us? Right here?” Miguel asked, voice low.

You nodded as you bit your lip, arm around his neck.

Miguel picked you up and dragged you to the bed. You giggled a little to yourself as he plopped you down. Mission accomplished. Silently, you thank those older men. If it weren’t for their overconfidence, Miguel wouldn’t have been tearing at your clothes like he us right now.

Miguel kept you up almost that whole night, making sure that the neighbors heard your cries. Those old geezers were sure to know his name by the next morning. Buying you a ring wasn’t enough. He needed a bat.

It was all worth it to see the tired and flushed looks of their faces when you all checked out the next day.

SUMMER 🍯

“What the fuck,” you mumble, looking down at the pair of jeans you were trying to put on.

It was early morning. You had a family reunion that you and Miguel would take a bit of a drive to get to.

You made sure that everything was packed the following night. Some clothes to stay for a few days, a few snacks for the road, a book for you to catch up on, and even a crossword puzzle book for Miguel.

You planned ahead. You were diligent. So why is it that when everything else is going right, your pants decide not to button up?

You pulled at the flaps once more, trying your hardest to connect the button with the hole. It fails as they slip from your grasp. You try again, sucking in your stomach as much as you could. You get the button to snap in this time, but it’s digging unbearably into your skin. The zipper fights against you as you try to pull it up.

You huff out in frustration and the pants snap open again.

Defeated, you let out a watery sigh and look in the mirror.

Your stomach was bigger than you last remembered, fupa a little more prominent. Your thighs were also a little thicker, the jeans hugging them a little tight. Your breasts looked a little big in your shirt. The family name stretches a bit more across your bust than the original design intended. Even your face was a little chubbier than normal. When was the last time your jaw was like this? High school?

When did you get like this?

You felt your throat start to burn, a sob building in your system. You’ve always been fine with your body, loving the dips and curves. Adoring your flaws and finding beauty in what society decides is not worthy.

You knew this. You knew that you were beautiful. Why was it so hard to get that thought into your conscience?

You felt the tears roll down as you peeled the jeans off of your legs. They were especially tight at your hips and you wondered how you even forced them past in the first place.

You didn’t know what to do. It was so hot outside, so you needed something comfortable, but those jeans…you had your mind set to wear those jeans.

You rummage through your closet in frustration, pushing and pulling the clothes across the rack.

By the time Miguel found you, you were squatting in the closet, hot tears covering your face.

“Babe, it’s been almost 30 minutes and we need to head out before the work traffic starts-”

Miguel stopped in the doorway as he noticed the state of the closet, “Hey, hey, what’s wrong? ¿Que pasó, cariño?”

You wipe furiously at your face, sniffling loud as you hear Miguel push clothes to the side to get to you.

“My pants don’t fit. I don’t think anything else will fit either,” you say, stuttering out your words as Miguel gets to your side.

You let him pull you up into a standing position. You felt defeated.

Miguel looked at you and wiped away the tears that you missed. You feel horrible as your face scrunches up again, tears forming in your eyes.

“No, no, no,” Miguel says, hugging you close. “Listen to me. I know that this feels like a lot, but this is normal. Your body will always change with you. You’re still the same beautiful, gorgeous woman I met years ago and that’s not changing because you got some extra hips, baby.”

“But Miguel,” you say, voice so sad. “I feel like I just got those pants. And. Nothing else in here goes with this shirt. I’m scared that nothing else will fit-”

“And if that’s the case, I’ll buy you new clothes,” Miguel says, pressing kisses over your face. “If these clothes mean that much to you, I’ll take you to the gym. Let me work out with you, but until then, I’m loving your body as is.”

You stare at Miguel, heart beating at his revelation. He stared right back at you, daring you to question or challenge his words.

“Don’t beat yourself up over something like this. If anyone has ever let you feel insecure about your body, they’re an ass, let me deal with them. If I ever do anything to make you feel insecure, tell me. Yell at me. Question me, because as far as I’m concerned, that’s not me.”

He hiked you up on the closet island in the middle of the room. You shiver a bit as your naked legs hit the wood.

He leans closer, placing his hands on the side of you, “Now, let’s think. Don’t you have a pair of cargo shorts that match the ones I’m wearing right now?”

You whisper out a yes.

“Would you be ok with wearing those? I’m sure they fit perfectly.”

You say yes again, head leaning onto his. You could accessorize it perfectly. It would make a great couple’s look.

Miguel knew this much, he just had to get you to see it.

“I love you, ok?” he says, voice clear.

“I love you, too. Thank you,” you say.

“Anything for my girl,” Miguel says. “My beautiful girl. She’s just for me. I can’t believe it.”

Your heart beats faster as he starts to kiss down your body.

“Her face is so lovely.” A kiss to your cheek and your lips.

“She’s always working so hard.” A kiss to your neck and your collarbone. He pulls your shirt over your head.

“She makes me so happy.” A suck to your breasts as he unclasps your bra.

“Her body is beyond comparison.” A trail of kisses down your stomach, your belly twitching as his breath twinkles on along your skin. “Soft. Amazing. Irresistible.”

“Her thighs are my earmuffs.” A caress to your inner thighs. Your legs snap a bit, ticklish at his ministrations.

“Miguel?” you whimper out.

“I have to relax you before this ride. Can’t have you upset,” he says, kissing his way up your thighs to your panties. “May I?”

You nod your head, fingers grasping at nothing but then a flat surface.

Miguel was swift. He pulled your underwear down and kissed at your clit. You could only hold tight as he pulled your body forward and dove in.

It wasn’t long before you were shaking like a leaf. Miguel sucked at you for minutes, pulling a long orgasm out of your system.

He kneaded your thighs as you trembled around his tongue, humming as your legs squeezed tighter. That was the queue for him to go further, so he added his fingers to the mix, moving his mouth up so that his fingers could pump in and out of you.

It took all of your strength not to let your body drop off the other side of the island.

“Miggy, please,” you wailed. You wanted more.

Miguel looked up at you whining above him. You pull your legs up, holding your hands under your thighs, practically begging for him.

Miguel kissed up your body again. He was swift with removing his clothes. You still had to have these clothes fresh for later and Miguel was about to wear you out.

He moved to push himself inside of you, grunting as you gripped him.

He replaced your hands with his and pulled your legs up by his head. You balanced yourself on the island as he slowly started to thrust.

“So good. Just for me,” Miguel said, watching as your body moved with his movement. “Perfect. And all mine.”

You remained quiet, whimpering softly as he dragged against you.

“You heard me, hermosa?” Miguel said. “You’re beautiful. C’mon. Say it for me.”

“I’m,” you stopped, mind foggy. You didn’t know how you were supposed to respond when he was going so deep.

“Say it.”

You cried out as he snapped harder, “I’m beautiful.”

“That’s right baby,” Miguel praises you, bending further to give you a kiss. “So amazing.”

He praised you until you finished, squeezing at any of you that he got his hands. By the time he was done, your arms felt like jelly from holding you up.

He carried you to the bathroom for a quick shower, never stopping his reassurances of you.

You guys made it in the car an hour and a half off schedule, but it was worth it for the uplifted way you carried yourself throughout the day.

It was worth it to see you happy and healthy.

By the time you made it to the reunion, it was like you were born anew. You greeted your family with smiles and laughter. Miguel couldn’t help but to cheese watching you do your thing.

He felt his heart soar as you caught up with family. Your smile was the biggest as you were out on the floor line dancing your heart out. He was right up behind you when Outstanding came on. The song was really a declaration of how he felt about you.

You giggled as he crooned in your ear.

“You light my fire,” he sang, swinging your hips in time with his.

“I feel alive with you, baby,” he spins you around to him, a smile on his face.

“You blow my mind,” he pulled you out and back in.

“I’m satisfied,” you squeal as he spins you in the air and puts you back down to keep dancing.

Outstanding. You really knock him out.

Another season where Miguel adored you more.

Another season where Miguel wanted you to be forever his.

Another season where he made sure he fed you well.

Another season of you making his heart pound.

Another season of your love reaching to the fullest.

Miguel was excited for the next season with you.

As always, I hope you enjoyed reading! 💗

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Until next time,

-Lauro 💗

can you do like hobie x reader but miguel is readers father and he finds out that reader is dating hobie

yes. for this though we will have to kind of work around gabriella. we’ll just say she exists and is your older sister || i’m not really sure what ages i should use so i’ll leave that ambiguous.

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mahogany fluff —- oneshot

(hobie x spanish speaking!reader) —— fem prns

avoidance. a skill you need to learn if you are going to sneak around and evade your parent. especially if that parent is 6’9 and 110% muscle.

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your origin story with hobie is one that’s messy at best. especially considering the obvious blockade that was your father. him being overprotective and also hobie’s boss are two things that one never wants paired together. yet, love is one thing that can overcome. — i’m just kidding, there wasn’t a powerful we love each other moment, mostly just a lot of laughing.

it was mid july and your father was just as engrossed with work as always. you wanted to spend time together, have fun. he said he would love to but honestly you didnt think it would happen. you began to go to headquarters yourself and drag him from work. like, literally drag him.

this obviously garnered lots of attention, for one, who is this girl yelling at boss? a certain spider also happened to catch wind of the girl. he would join the crowd, laughing, cheering mildly aswell.

“dijiste que vendrías a cenar conmigo y con gabi . ¿y dónde te encuentro? ¡no en la cena! ¡hicimos empanadas, imbécil!”

“¡lo siento, mi princesa! i promise i didn’t mean to miss dinner.”

“yeah well you did, no empanadas for you. we’ll feed them to chester instead.” you say, turning around and walking away. leaving miguel to bask in the shame. you giggled at the thought of your dog getting more empanadas than your own father.

while miguel was busy being questioned about the strange girl who just walked up in here, hobie walks off to go talk to her.

“man you are an ace! that was barmy. who are you?” hobie leads with a compliment, genuinely impressed and a little refreshed at your presence, how not scared you were to yell at miguel. “a new spider recruit?”

you stop, rolling your eyes a little, still fuming at your dad. turning to greet the voice your mood immediately switches. his smooth accent and his sharp features should’ve made you a puddle right there. “n-no i’m not a spider recruit. i’m that pendejo’s daughter.”

“na shot,”

“don’t get your knickers in a twist,” you say mildly mocking his thick cockney.

“how d’you know?”

“i watch a lot television.” a laugh coming from both of you meld together.

“i’m just amazed at how you stood to the boss like tha’,”

“it’s a lot easier when the boss comes home and watches the soaps with you. what’s your name mysterious spider who’s following me home?”

“hobie, hobie brown. you’re a cheeky one, can’t believe you come from ‘im.”

“no, i’m y/n.” he laughs at your stupid joke, making your face heat up.

“i’d be chuffed to hang out with you sometime y/n. maybe visit my earth?”

“papá no me deja ir a diferentes tierras,” you shrug. “says it’s too dangerous.”

hobie nods, pretending he knows what’s you said. “atleast let me get to know you. ya like ackee?”

“mhm,” you say, a little suspicious but also mildly intrigued.

“‘ow bout tomorrow you come ‘ere n i’ll take you to some real jamaican food.”

“alright hobie, i’ll play.” you giggle and continue to your car.

he smiles waving. knowing what he’s getting himself into.

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sorry no part 2! i’m really sorry to those who are disappointed by this :(

I WANNA BE ONE THE TAGLIST THIS IS SO ADORABLE??? hello??? like more adorable than a bunny

GymRat!Miguel Part 2

content warning: mentions of food because big boys gotta eat, there’s a ref photo for an outfit in here that is unfortunately NOT a plus-size girl 😞 (I couldn’t find a big girl wearing an outfit like that for the life of me, but let’s use our imagination), 18+ towards the end so MDNI!

word count: 1.7k (not very drabble-like, ik) kinda proofread

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GymRat!Miguel who wakes up when his 6 am alarm rings, eyes tired and bleary. His roommate is sound asleep, thank god, and Miguel is just staring at the ceiling for a good 10 minutes before he decides to move. He has an 8 am and he needs some type of breakfast before he heads to class.

GymRat!Miguel who uses the college cafeteria to his full advantage. He made sure that his dad’s money went to the highest meal plan. One free meal plan a day and a loaded campus card for everything else. He stacks his plate high with everything the cafeteria is offering today. Sausages, eggs, 2 bananas, a blueberry muffin, and a protein shake he brought from his room.

GymRat!Miguel who made friends with one of the cafeteria ladies, Ms. Beatrice, by the third week of school. She noticed how much he visited the cafeteria and always snuck him an extra treat from the kitchen when she saw him.

“I missed you last Tuesday!” she says, squeezing his shoulder when she walks up to his table. She slides a wrapped egg sandwich across the table. “I was saving some extra cookies for you, but you were nowhere to be found.”

Miguel thanks her, happy to have something light for later, “Ah, I was stuck in the library doing a group project. Sorry about that, Ms. Beatrice.”

“As long as you’re getting your education, I don’t mind,” she says, hands on her hips. “Don’t go out there skipping class now, ok?”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Miguel says, waving her goodbye. His mom would kill him if that ever happened. Not that he would tell her, she just had a sixth sense for his “fuck-ups.”

GymRat!Miguel who makes it to his class fifteen minutes early to arrange his part of his desk to his liking. Sometimes he feels so embarrassed when he needs to grab something in the middle of class, his ears hyperfocusing on every little noise he makes in quiet, crowded areas. He always makes sure to get out his laptop, a pen, a pencil, a highlighter, a notebook, some white-out, and a water jug. He prefers to be over-prepared.

GymRat!Miguel who’s feeling anxious when the sorority girls pass by his table, giggling and twirling their hair. They attempt to make conversation with him, speaking ill of the professor. He just nods along for the sake of being a gentleman. He thought the professor’s Millennial attempts at Gen Z jokes were kind of funny, albeit very 2010. He didn’t have the heart to tell them he actually enjoyed the lectures.

GymRat!Miguel who’s never been more excited for a lecture to start in his life. He didn’t know many more “wow”’s snd “that’s crazy”’s he had left in him. The noise of the ice hitting their plastic coffee cups as they struggled to get every drop out was starting to grate against his ears. He missed you and your sticker-covered water bottle. He looked over at his jug and smiled when he saw the ‘Game Over’ sticker you gifted him before the last lab. You noticed how his joystick kitchen and felt that his water bottle was empty.

GymRat!Miguel who declines the girls’ offer to join them on a morning jog after. He liked to work out in solitude and morning jogs with them would mean conversation. He would also have to be extra conscious about what he wore. No older lady walking her dog needed to spot him jogging with shorts that were too short for his own good and a tank top cut so deep that it was like string on his chest.

GymRat!Miguel who decides to head to the library in between class to kill time. He figured he can see if there are any science fiction he can check out to read in his free time. As he walks there, he opens Instagram to scroll. No, he has not been checking the app since this morning to see if you let him in, he’s not a freak. He stops walking when he checks his notifs to see that you accepted his follow request. He wastes no time to click your page again and is bombarded with tons of photos.

GymRat!Miguel who has to close the app immediately when he sees your first photo. It's a picture of you outside of a restaurant in a knitted two-piece. The top is open just a bit to see your chest and the long skirt is low enough to see a part of your stomach peeking through. Your smile is radiant and the caption is something about congratulating someone. You look delectable and Miguel can’t afford to run back to his dorm to let his mind wander over it right now.

GymRat!Miguel who gets another notification as he steps into his dorm room after his last class of the day and sees that you’ve liked and commented on his most recent post. It’s a mirror picture of him flexing his arm after his last work out. His shorts are riding high on his thighs and the curve of his ass is very noticeable. Gabriel had blew up his phone with voice memos of him cackling after he posted it.

“Looking good!! 🫣 Get those gains Miguel! 💪🏾”

Miguel runs a victory lap in his dorm room, thankful that his roommate wouldn’t be back until that night. He’s jumping and punching the air excitedly as if he were a boxer. If he wasn’t fearful of busting his ass, he’d do a backflip. Take that, Gabri.

GymRat!Miguel who decides to go back to your account, running on the hype of that one compliment from you. He stares at that first photo again, still mesmerized as if he didn’t see it earlier. He gives a like and starts typing.

“Wow…”

No, that’s corny.

“Loving the blue…”

Is he a frat guy?

“You look stunning”

Was that too much? He decides to add on a heart eyes emoji, afraid he might be coming on too strong.

GymRat!Miguel who goes a little further down your page. There’s a photo of you in a crochet cover up, your swimsuit peaking through the material. He groans as he slides to the next picture and the top of your cover up is off and it’s just a view of your back with your bikini string wrapped around it. Your lower half is in the water and if he can imagine it just enough, he can feel himself right behind you, taking in the view of your ass against him.

He’s hard. Again.

He decides to just let everything hang while he has the dorm to himself. His boxers are to his ankles as he sits on the bed, back against the wall. He keeps staring at your swimsuit pictures. Your breasts pushed together while you lean over the boat. Your hips swaying in a clip of you dancing with your friends. Your stomach on display as you lay in the sand, ready for him to squeeze.

He grit his teeth as he played the clips over and over again, his hand moving fast to bring him his relief. He closed his eyes and imagined he was there, watching you swaying before him. He would join you, grab your hips and let you guide him in the dance. He felt faint as he let go, voice shouting and white splattered across his shirt and fist.

He breathes fast, trying to calm down. He decides to like the photo dump and comment some aimless beach emojis under the post. It was the least he could do after using it to get off. How embarrassing.

GymRat!Miguel who jumps when his phone dings again. He was prepping to go to the gym when your response comes flying to his phone. His heart picks up when he sees you replied to his comment.

“That is so sweet of you to say! 🥺 Thank you 🥰”

He doesn’t know if you took it as a friendly gesture or a sign that he wanted you. Either way, he’s over the moon. There’s a pep in his step as he blasts Super Shy in his ears on the way to the gym. He had a new motivation to push harder in his sets.

GymRat!Miguel who tacks on 10 extra pounds during his arm workout. The guys in the gym are eyeing him in wonder and horror as he uses the 70lb weights for tricep extensions. He thinks of seeing you in lab later that week and decides to do some hip thrusts.

He can never be over-prepared.

GymRat!Miguel who decides to take a picture at the end of his work out to post on his story. He’s sweating, hair dripping towards the ends, his chest glistening. The angle is awkward as he moves the camera below him and flexes an arm for the picture. The story was meant for one girl and one girl only, so he didn’t really care how silly it looked to others.

GymRat!Miguel who almost fist pumps on the walk home when you like his story and leave a reply. He checks the private messages, grin on his face before he even reads what you have to say.

“Looks like you had a nice workout. I might have to join you next time and get some tips 🤔”

Miguel swiped the app up and texted Gabriel:

“Don’t ever question my game again”

“? Wtf are you talking about”

Miguel opened up his messages with you again and replied to text him whenever and he’d be happy to help.

GymRat!Miguel who winds down for the night, scrolling on his phone before he closes his eyes. Of course you posted a story and of course he pressed it within record speed.

It was a photo of you laying down all bundled up with a cute ‘good night’ gif moving across the bottom. You had on a spaghetti strap tank top and if your blanket wasn’t in the way, he’s sure he would see more than that.

You looked soft, adorable, kissable.

He liked the story and responded back a “good night” and closed his phone. He wanted you to visit him in his dreams once more.

dividers by: @gigittamic 🩵

a/n: tumblr mobile kept deleting full paragraphs of my draft. not happy about that because I kept losing my flow. 😒 it happened like THREE TIMES 😭

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‘Spider’ is the kinda word that makes me respell it just to make sure i wrote it correctly

but ya really can’t blame the bloody brit. Jealousy’s only a natural emotion.

(like lemon sharks. Lemon sharks get jealous when divers they befriend hang with other lemon sharks)

and especially imagine Hobie just resting his head on top of yours, ESPECIALLY if you’re short like my 5’3 ass. Just, Gaifjcgdlh ilovehimtoomuchihateit

i. love. lemon sharks. THEY ARE SO ADORABLE

i’m 5’4 and lowkey i feel like whenever you two are to someone he’ll use your head as an arm rest cause he likes to see you angry . spiderpunk likes seeing you be punk too #canon

esto es tan caliente. me estas tomando el pelo ahora mismo. esto es taaaan bueno. como dispararme y enterrarme porque WOW this is so omg

KINKTOBER - day 1

y'all know what time it is.

exhibitionist Hobie

Hobie Brown x fem!reader

Warning/s: pretty much what the title says, smut, p in v, exhibitionism, praise and degrading kink (r), smoking, bj, please read a/n at the end!

exhibitionist!hobie who will first ask you for consent before everything happens.

You woke up butt naked in Hobie's room. He was nowhere to find, but the windows were open, giving you the perfect view of the water outside. His boat always had a strong smell lingering in there, but today it smelled extra strong.. or were you just overreacting?

Ignoring the question you decided to search for Hobie. You just threw on some panties and a bra — no need for shirts or pants around Hobie, well that was before you walked out of the room and saw four of his mates sitting each on a different place, some leaning against the wall. Their eyes immediately darted towards your figure, watching you like a prey while they smoked on a blunt.

You felt your cheeks heat up as you gasped, shrieking out an excuse but before you could return to Hobie's room, Hobie himself came out of another room and held you so that the others couldn't see you. He had seen the whole scene and he couldn't help but chuckle at your silly state.

"'s okay luv, they won't mind if you don't mind eitha" he mumbled "right men?" he called out, to which everyone then let out a sound of agreement.

You looked at him for a few seconds while you were thinking about all of this — his friends were fucking hot, you couldn't deny that and shit you were an insecure fucker, however, their eyes alone told you that you looked hot. So with a simple, little hesitant, nod, Hobie slowly removed himself and you bit your lip in embarassment.

"Well ain't she a pretty likkle ting?" One of them whistled and you blushed. You shook your head as you continued your business, quickly getting to the kitchen to drink some water. And as you were about to go back to the bedroom, Hobie's sudden call of your name held you back.

"y'dont wanna stay? No need to go all shy on 'em now, they're all jus' wankers"

The thought of sitting there, half naked with five other men was not necessarily pleasureable, however, you couldn't deny Hobie.

And as he saw your pleading eyes that let him know what he needed to know, he clicked his tongue, pointing to his lap with his eyes. You knew exactly what this meant and just in a few seconds, you were on his lap, nuzzling into him with your head in his chest.

"Got yaself an obedient one ay mate? What a good girl" this time, the one with a rather rockstar likely look talked. He was fine, taller than the others but still not quite as tall as Hobie. He had his dreads pulled up in a bun with a smirk on his face.

God, it took you every bit of self control not to moan out loud as he called you a good girl.

But Hobie knew you enjoyed that, and with the silence after he said that there were looks going around the room that you couldn't see, but it was as if they were talking. And in a few seconds everyone knew that you had a huge thing for praising, all it took was Hobie looking around the room with a smirk.

"Mhh, the best, innit babe?" He asked you and you looked up to him, nodding.

"She talk?" A new voice, you guessed it must've been the one with spikey hair this time.

"'course she do, she can talk alot" Hobie hummed, giving you flashbacks of the time he had you begging for hours to just suck him off.

"Shut up.." you mumbled against his chest, but the more you nuzzled into it, the more your ass was on view — and you were fully aware of that, along with the others. What no one could ignore though was the little wet patch on your panties, along with the few whimpers that left your mouth.

Hobie was hard beneath you, how could you not let any sounds slip? His painfully hard erection rubbed against your clit due to his jeans covering them.

"Fuckin' 'ell.. girl's nasty" another one mumbled as he blew out some smoke.

"Y'wanna fuck, babe?" Hobie finally muttered into your ear, earning a little 'please' from you.

"Well then" he smirked, sitting up slightly as he carefully placed you down on the floor, right inbetween his legs. "start suckin' mh?"

You were taken aback by his request demand but you were more than happy to do so. You slowly took off his belt and pulled down his jeans, only for his painfully hard length to smack up against his abdomen. You adored it for a few seconds before taking it in your hands, slightly rubbing his tip.

The others were watching with hungry eyes as you started kissing his tip, kitty licking away the pre-cum. And of course you could hear Hobie's impatient whines "no teasin'" he mumbled, throwing his head back as you finally took him into your mouth.

And as you started bobbing your head around him, sometimes sitting up to reach better angles, you exposed yourself to the others.

You were fully aware of the little string of panties that only needed one more small movement to expose your soaked cunt.

But the others weren't complaining at all, infact, it was the only thing they layed their eyes on — your butt rising ever so often to almost reveal your pulsating pussy that was just begging to be fucked.

"S'ya wanna give a show to 'em, eh luv? Shouldda told me earlier, if you wanna give em a show, then atleast give those wankers a proper one" hobie pulled your head away, seeing his cum that had painted your mouth white dripping down your lips. You quickly swallowed it all down and everyone saw, a few whines being heard around the room "dirty slut y'got there, hobes"

Hobie nodded in agreement, pulling you back up to his lap and throwing your drenched underwear somewhere on the floor. He started kissing your neck, leaving a few lovebites everywhere all down to your collarbone. You moaned loudly and soon enough he had your entrance lined up with his dick. But before you could even feel his tip, he had you turned around so that your back was facing his chest and you could finally see all of his friends stares — they were smirking and scolding at your state, but one of them caught your eye especially. Though, you couldn't even start thinking about him when Hobie slowly sunk you down on him, a loud, pornographical moan escaping your lips. "A show's a show, baby" he muttered as he threw his head back. And as he finally went balls deep into you, he clipsed your bra open easily, throwing it to the side and exposing your tits to everyone. "Fuckin' 'ell"

You couldn't stop yourself from hiding your face by looking over your shoulder, the embarrassment and shyness taking over of you, but Hobie quickly tutted you, demanding you to turn back around and give the guys what they wanted. With a little whimper you did as he said, slowly bouncing on him while your tits fell and rose.

The room was full with your moans, whimpers and heavy breathes. Hobie stayed quiet, which barely ever happend — and it made you mad. He could be so controlling over himself while you'd melt and moan out in public for him. Sometimes, when he'd receive calls while you were sucking him off, his moans immediately came to a halt and he'd talk like you weren't just giving him his fourth orgasm. He knew it pissed you off. He knew that you thought you had absolute no control nor effect on him. Hobie wasn't a cruel man, but when it came to seeing you struggling and being angry because you couldn't make him act the same as he made you act, thats when he'd loose his self control, teasing you until you were a crying mess for him.

This time, Hobie stayed quiet for two reasons – he wanted your moans to be audible, your moans to be the ones filling the room and he also wanted to make you all frustrated for him again.

And he knew you were close as suddenly everyone noticed how your moans replaced themselves with little whines and whimpers – how your pace started to quicken up. Everyone assumed it would've been because you were near to your high, but why were you whining? Why did your sounds of pleasure disappear? Why were your eyebrows furrowed as if you were frustrated? As if you were mad at something, or someone?

So, your favourite one of the band, the tall guy with the cool dreads pulled in a bun, headphones around his neck, decided to stand up and come over to you. He crouched down to your eye-level, humming as he enjoyed the way your eyes looked so lovingly at him. "What're you tryin' to do, luv?" he asked, reminding you of your state.

Hobie himself started to notice the way your energy slowly faded. He grinned to himself as he bucked his hips into you, making your eyes roll back and your mouth drop open.

"Ngh~ w-wanna m..make him feel good" you moaned, gaze dropping down to your cunt that was swallowing Hobie's length as if there was no tomorrow. "Well aren't you the loveliest likkle ting?"

You blushed, his praise sending a wave of a warm feeling into your abdomen which gave you more motivation to keep going. "Good girl" he said before going back to his seat, manspreeding his legs and talking to the others.

After a while of bouncing on Hobie, feeling him twitch inside of you often, you didn't even realize how fast time actually went by. You had been riding him for what felt like hours while they all stuck to their own conversations, sometimes sneaking you a little wink or a little praise. But even after all that time, you still didn't get Hobie to do what you wanted.

Without thinking, you stopped as you felt Hobie twitch another time inside of you. And of course, you got everyone staring at you like crazy. Hobie gave your ass a little smack "you tired?"

You shook your head no, though your half lidded eyes said everything. You fixed your posture, just sitting on him. "Well then keep goin', don't make this hard fo' us both, doll"

But you didn't do what he said. You just stood still like this and the room errupted in an echo of 'ooo's.

"If ya wan' it the hard way, then y'll get it the hard way, slut" he groaned as he placed his hands on either side of your hips, grinding you on him while he thrusted his hips up to meet yours. "Why do you have to make it so hard? Why're you bein' a brat in front of my mates? Thought you wanna show 'em what a good girl you could be, but apparently you jus' wanna play the whore" he grumbled as his eyebrows furrowed. You gasped as you heard him whimper. Did he just?..

You didn't know what happend when Hobie suddenly didn't care anymore, letting a few moans escape along with your own. He seemed out of control and you were the reason to it. You had reached your goal, but how?

Was it the degrading? The edging? The being bratty? You couldn't seem to care as he pounded into your g-spot, your tits on view for everyone as they sneaked a look towards you, still having a conversation with eachother as if whatever the fuck was happening right now was normal. And before you knew it, your hips were stuttering as you drenched Hobie's lap with your cum while he shot his into your raw hole, filling you up.

He immediately pulled you off only to find his cum dripping out of you, and soon enough you were turned around, chest to chest with Hobie, with his cock right back to where it was a few seconds earlier.

You gasped and yelped as he entered you again, your head was in his chest and he was back to talking normally to his mates.

His hips rolled up to you slightly, a way more relaxing way of sex, you guessed.

You grinded back on him, just heavy sighs escaping you as your eyes fluttered close. "'M love you baby" hobie whispered to you. "love you too, bee"

Afterall this, you didn't expect Hobie to be an exhibitionist. But here you were, riding his dick while he was having a conversation with his friends.

Masterlist

A/n: I'm back xoxo. Anyhow, in this ff you can either visualize Hobie's bandmates as your own made up characters or as the other concept arts of Hobie. I especially described one concept art, I think most of y'all know what I mean, and to that I used dreads on him. In the picture of the concept art you can't really see whether he has dreads or braids — I asked my friends and everyone had a different opinion, if you know it better than me though please let me know and I'll fix my mistake! Thank you