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…2:31am. It's really late—or rather….really early. depends on how you see it.
tap knock tap tap. I didn’t even turn over, when I'm asleep—im asleep. It was gonna take more than a usual rhythm window tap to wake me up. Hobie let out a stiff chuckle, almost barely heard from the glass muffling it. …BANG BANG BANG.
I finally flinched with a jump out of sleep, my eyes opening slightly as I groggily rubbed them, groaning and looking over at the source of the slams on my window. oh. “..Hobie?” such a cliché way of entrance. But after I muttered his name, my body instinctively got up, not very quickly though. One open window later my boyfriend was in my room, at 2:34, talking about something that I was too tired to comprehend, standing before him with a sleepy sway side to side. It felt like years for him to notice my tired state before his arms wrapped around me, one hand holding the back of my head against his chest and more into the crook of his neck. The weights on my eyes were lifted,,,magic much?
“You smell nice.” I didn’t even plan on saying this…not a surprise. and neither was the fact that my arms instinctively wrapped around him without question. “Oh really?” ”Mhm.” “Kinda surprised to hear that since I just swung here in a hurry, but thank you love.”
God his voice. Who would’ve thought a British accent could be cooed so sexy? It’s the kind of accent you would mind hearing, even if you jerked awake because of the speakers persistent ass. I finally pulled away from the hug as the sleepiness from my eyes fully faltered, my throat still trying to say otherwise as it was dry, so dry I even glanced around my room for a 2-week-old McDonald’s flat sprite before speaking. “So what brings you to my window this late and interrupting my perfect dreams?” I threw a hint of sass when I said this, watching him take off his shoes and toss them in the corner of my room, taking off his electric guitar aswell and propping it carefully against my bed frame.
“Saving people all day is tiring, but being away from you all day is even more tiring. so why not kill two birds with one stone and crash here with my favorite girl, yeah?” “You know you can’t just show up and expect a night full of cuddling and kisses and sleeping in each other’s arms…as much as I want that to happen..—“ I cut myself off and gesture to my door with a raised eyebrow, reminding him my dad didn’t take too kindly to his company and labeling him a quote ‘Hippie emo on steroids.’ (Hobie didn’t take too kindly to this insult when I first told him, even letting out a scoff.) He just circled around me, one hand in his pockets as the other yanked off his mask and threw it on the floor, revealing his wicks and piercings that always caused a hitch in my breath every time I saw them. He locked the door, turning back to me with a head tilt as if saying with his eyes “Problem solved”. “You know he’s gonna kick that door down in the morning if he catches it locked.” Although I said this with my arms folded, a small smile played on my lips at his rebellion. “I’ll just set an alarm for like, 4am. 2 hours with you is enough, doesn’t even have to be anything dirty.” As he uttered this he pulled out his phone, setting an alarm and placing it on my desk, taking off his black jean spikey vest; left in his rather worn shirt and tight jeans.
” Nuh-uh, if you’re planning on sleeping beside me you’re not gonna be wearing those things. HELL no. He raised an eyebrow. “Wha’ (what.💀)? Got a problem with my taste of comfort? That’s rude.” He playfully held a hand on his chest as if shocked at my honesty. I rolled my eyes and pulled open a cabinet, pushing aside a few of my clothes and throwing a black t-shirt and dark grey sweatpants in his way, (clothes he’s left behind after previous hangouts) closing the drawer. “The ultimate slutty man fit, lucky me.” “Stop complaining and put it on, I don’t wanna feel your scratchy jeans tickling my legs or whatever.” He laughed.
A sexy laugh at that, taking off his shirt and squeezing into the black one seeing its relatively tight, and looking up at me with a small “huh..” and a smirk. Maybe it was the fact that it was past 11pm, or the fact that the shirt was hugging his figure perfectly, or that god-blessed smirk, but the words slipping out of my mouth even made me gasp. “…want some head?” absolute silence that lasted for about 2 seconds yet felt like years. my hand slapped to cover my mouth as my eyes widened. If I wasn’t already awake by now, I don’t know what else it would take. Hobie snickered, holding his head down and covering his mouth trying not to laugh incase I throw the nearest heavy object his way—but he could only hold it in for so long. As his laughter filled the room and I threw scattered socks, bras, basic clothing pieces at him; I eventually walked over to him and reached my hands out to strangle him, a smile on my face aswell as his laughter still echoed. He held his hands out, intertwining his fingers with mine as I pushed him on his back, sitting on his lap and pushing at his hands while I urge him to stop teasing me. “Where did that thought even come from?”
”Shut up I didn't even mean to let that slip out!” His laughter died down to a playful smile, letting go of my hands and the sudden change of force caused me to let out a small surprised noise, tipping over and fully laying on him as his arms wrapped around me, kissing my neck and nudging my head out of the way to give him more access. Butterflies. His piercings were cold against my skin, I was positioned a little weirdly and my legs cramped in the position, his rough jeans were still on, but the fucking butterflies. His smell, the piercings, his way of kissing my neck. God he’s so sexy—. A moan.
One slipped from my lips instead of the usual whines…and he pulled away.. ..fuck.. “Oh wow,~ where’d that come from love? Haven’t had a neck kiss make you do that before.” Teasing. the fucking teasing. He even makes a certain expression every time he does it; half-lidded eyes, and a small smirk. but the smirk wasn’t like his usual ones…and he claimed awhile ago I was the only one to notice that. It was a smirk that looked like he was thinking about pounding me right then and there. His hand held the back of my head and led me into a passionate kiss. The kiss grew more heated by the second and the way his hands groped me didn’t help my horniness any better.
TBC gonna continue this if it does relatively wellllll.... if it does don’t worry i plan on publishing new chapters every 2 days ^^
(constructive criticism welcome!)