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Hobie x Squirter!Reader

Reader be making a mess but she can’t help it :,(, it’s Hobies fault yk! she gets embarrassed about it everytime and always apologizes in the midst of her 🌰

Until Hobie just rams her until the bed is completelyyyyy soaked and Reader is dehydrated because… he doesn’t care 🥱

:3

Squirting

Hobie Brown x fem!reader

Warning/s: smut, p in v, I don't know just unholy shit

You were a moaning mess as Hobie was pounding into you, his dick reaching your cervix everytime he did so. Your moans got louder as you clenched around him, letting him know you were close.

Your problem was that you were a huge squirter. Of course, you and Hobie had sex before, and the first few times you squirted he just thought he made you feel really good, then later on both of you were too fucked out to notice you were squirting your juice all over him. But you were embarassed, leaving the bed always drenched in your cum, along with Hobie's face.

He thrusted into you one last time, his hips stuttering has he pulled out to cum on your thighs, only to be met with the sight of you struggling beneath him. He then noticed he had accidentally edged you, making you whine. He chuckled "'m sorry doll, thought you were cumming already" he started rubbing your clit with his thumb while inserting his middle and ring finger into you, making you moan out loudly. Fuck, he was going to see you squirt all over him just because of his fingers.

Your face was flushed as you bucked your hips, finally getting your release with your face scrunched up. And there it was, your cum completely soaking the bed sheets underneath you, along with Hobies hand. You whimpered, mumbling out apologies non stoppingly. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry—"

"What're you sorry for?" Hobie interrupted you, feigning innocence. He knew damn well.

"For making a mess" you mumbled shyly, but as you looked up at him you were met with the sight of a smirk plastered across his face. Before you could question anything, his face lowered down to your thighs, his eyes not leaving yours as he licked a stripe off of your cunt. You moaned, clenching your thighs around him.

"You think a bit o' a mess 's gonna stop me from fuckin' you?"

You blushed, nodding slightly.

He grinned "guess I gotta prove my girl wrong" and his dick was back into you instantly. You gripped the sheets tightly, your mouth falling open as he didn't give you any time to adjust, literally just fucking your soul out. It didn't take long to make you cum, he noticed on the way you had started rambling, but he could only understand his name and a few plea's.

You reached your orgasm quickly, squirting all over his cock this time. He grunted "good girl, good fuckin' girl" and his praise immediately sent you over your edge again, surprising the both of you. However, Hobie was proud of his work. He made sure to tease you alot about it later. He didn't stop pounding into you, but his dick was covered in your juice, making his thrusts sloppy while your cum dripped down from the both of you.

Hobie pulled out one orgasm after another from you, sometimes using his mouth to make you cum, or his fingers, his dick, he also made you grind on his thigh twice, only for his thigh to end up as drenched as ever. You had started feeling overstimulated a long time ago, but this didn't stop Hobie and you were fully convinced he did, in fact, love making you squirt, even if everything ended up messy afterwards, which included the both of you.

You were bouncing on his cock, whining and biting into his shoulder as tears spilled out of your eyes. "H-hobie.. n..no more, please" you whimpered, your pussy fucked raw and puffy. He chuckled, "you can do one more sweetheart, 'tll be the last, yeah?"

Your eyes fought to stay awake, however you nodded, you couldn't say no to him. "So obedient" he mumbled, helping you to ride him. Your moans had turned into broken whimpers as your orgasm arrived once again. You felt his dick twitch in you and you immediately knew he was close too. He gripped you harder, slowly picking you up so his dick wasn't in you anymore, until he slammed you down, earning a loud scream from you and a moan from him. He did this a few more times, but soon you two were panting and with one more last big thrust he came deep into you, while you drenched his lap.

Your exhausted body went limp on him and you were able to hear his chuckles as he kissed your face. "Luv"

You hummed in response and he gripped your chin with his hand, making you look down to the bed which was fully wet, then to the cum on his lap which was dripping down to the sheets.

"Fuck"

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Bonus

Your body was hugging Hobie's, your legs around his waist and your head in his chest while he held your thighs. Naked, along with you, he picked you up, walking to the kitchen right after you two had the time of your lifes. As he had arrived to the kitchen, he had dragged a towel with him, placing it on the counter with you on top of it. He felt sorry for you after you had pleaded him to just take a towel, you didn't want to cause any more mess.

He stood between your legs, filling a glass with water "drink"

He placed the glass against your lips, and as you didn't gulp it down he spoke up "drink, luv, don't want my whore to faint just because of how many times I could make her squirt"

You blushed, squirming slightly and taking a sip out of the glass.

"Good girl"

Masterlist

"He's British?!"

Hobie x Greek!Reader (does this count as x reader?)

Word Count: 1268

Summary: Pavitr's been hounding Y/n to meet his friends, especially Hobie. After weeks of Pavitr’s excitement, Y/n finally agrees, only to find herself skeptical. However Pav seems to have left out a crucial detail

“Come on! Hurry up slowpoke!” 

“Dude calm down, it’s not that big of a deal.”

Pavitr gaped at his friend. “Wh- huh? Yes it is!” he exclaimed. “I finally get to introduce you to my other spider-friends!” 

Y/n chuckled, shaking her head. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Spider-friends. Cool and all, but you don’t have to act like it’s a Marvel movie premiere or something.”

Pavitr groaned dramatically, throwing his hands in the air as they swung between buildings. “Are you kidding me, N/n? This is a big deal! You’re getting to see Miles, and Gwen again, and meet Hobie! It’s like... the Spider-Society family reunion!”

“Family reunion where half the relatives can shoot webs and punch holes in reality?” Y/n quipped, smirking.

“Yes! And trust me, Hobie is going to love you,” Pavitr said, his voice tinged with excitement. “He’s all about rebellion and sticking it to The Man. You, my friend, are basically Spider-Rebel. Plus Miles already likes you, so that gives you an advantage.”

Y/n gave Pavitr a side-eye as they landed on a rooftop, her sneakers skidding slightly against the gravel. “Wait, should I be worried? I feel like I need a warning label for this guy, based on the stories you’ve told me.”

Pavitr grinned mischievously, hopping onto the edge of the roof and leaning forward dramatically. “Just... brace yourself. There Hobie’s a lot. But don’t worry, you’ll get used to him. Eventually.”

Y/n sighed, shaking her head but couldn’t help the grin forming on her face. “Alright, alright.. Lead the way, Spider-Man Tour Guide.”

Pavitr lit up, his energy bounding as he launched forward, his voice echoing through the city. He used his goober to open a portal. “HQ, here we come! 

Y/n muttered under her breath as she followed, “This is either going to be amazing or a complete disaster…” She sighed then piped up louder. “But I still reserve the right to whoop ass if he’s an asshole!” She shouted ahead to Pavtir. 

“Don’t worry you won’t have to! Now Come on!” He shouted as he flew through the portal. 

Y/n stepped through the portal after Pavitr, landing with a graceful thud on the familiar polished floors of Spider-Society HQ. She immediately rolled her eyes as she took in the chaotic scene.

“Back at HQ,” she muttered, hands on her hips. “The place where Spider-People outnumber sense.”

“Come on, you love it here,” Pavitr said, nudging her shoulder.

“Sure,” Y/n replied, smirking. “Love it so much I want to build a Parthenon in the middle of it. Offer sacrifices to Miguel while he scowls at me.”

Pavitr laughed as they weaved through the crowd. “Well, today’s different! You’re finally meeting Hobie.”

Y/n snorted. “You’ve been hyping him up so much he better not disappoint.”

Pavitr grinned mischievously. “Oh, Hobie’s... something. But I have a feeling you’ll get along. Or fight. Maybe both.”

As they approached the central console, Y/n immediately spotted Gwen, Miles, and Hobie. She gave a quick wave to Gwen, whom she’d known briefly on previous visits, and dapped up Miles. “Yo, anomaly No. 2!” Miles said laughing. 

“Don’t pull that, we know out of the two of us, I’m the original.” Y’n laughed

“Guys!” Pavitr said, bounding ahead. “Here she is! The infamous Y/n I’ve been talking about!”

“Infamous, huh?” Y/n said, crossing her arms as she looked at the group. “What kind of stories are you telling people, Pav?”

“Only the best ones!” Pavitr said, grinning ear to ear. “Anyway, Gwen, Miles, you’ve met her. But Hobie—this is Y/n! Y/n this is Hobie!” 

Pavitr rapidly gestured between you too while smiling like an idiot. 

Hobie stepped forward, towering slightly over her. His punk rock vibe was impossible to miss—spiked jacket, guitar slung over his back, and a smirk that radiated trouble.

“So, you’re the Greek one Pav’s been goin’ on about,” Hobie said, his tone lazy and amused. “Must be somethin’ special, yeah?” 

Y/n froze for a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly. She leaned toward Pavitr and grabbed his arm, pulling him aside. “Pavitr. A word.”

Pavitr blinked, confused but obediently followed her to the side. “Uh... sure? What’s up?”

Y/n gestured vaguely in Hobie’s direction, keeping her voice low but her tone urgent. “You didn’t tell me he was British.”

Pavitr tilted his head, looking genuinely baffled. “So?”

“So?!” Y/n hissed, throwing her hands in the air. “That’s, like, a huge deal breaker! You should’ve led with that!”

Pavitr stared at her, fighting a laugh. “What? Why? Hobie’s great! He’s one of the coolest Spider-People I know!”

Y/n crossed her arms, scowling. “He’s British, Pav. British. You know how I feel about that.”

“Wait, is this because you’re Greek?” Pavitr asked, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Y/n gave him an incredulous look. “Oh, now you get it? Do you know how much crap the British have taken from my country? It’s like their national pastime.”

Pavitr snorted, unable to keep his laughter in check. “Okay, okay, but Hobie’s not like that! He’s anti-establishment, hates authority, very punk rock—”

“Doesn’t change the fact that he’s British,” Y/n interrupted, her tone teasing but firm. “He’s probably genetically predisposed to stealing stuff that doesn’t belong to him.”

Suddenly Gwen piped up from the corner. “He absolutely is!” She shouted. Y/n looked at pav, then to Gwen, then back to Pav again while wildly gesturing her hands. 

“Haha, don’t listen to her,” Pav shot a passive-aggressive glance at Gwen, who just smirked back. “Come on, give him a chance!” Pavitr pleaded, laughing. “You might actually like him. I mean, after you get over the whole ‘British’ thing.”

“Doubtful,” Y/n muttered, but a small smirk played on her lips as she turned back toward Hobie.

“Oi! I can hear you both, you know!” Hobie called out, amused.

Y/n gave Pavitr a quick, deadpan look. “I swear this is a curse. I can’t even look at him without hearing the word ‘bollocks.’”

Pavitr snickered, but Y/n wasn’t done.

“I know you can hear me, I’ve been saying shit with my chest this long why stop now.” she sighed dramatically, turning back to Hobie with a teasing grin. “ But let’s be real here. The real reason we’ll never get along is simple.”

Hobie raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? And what’s that then?”

Y/n crossed her arms with a smug smirk. “Simply put... I can name at least 100 things that your people took from my country that didn’t belong to them.”

Hobie blinked, clearly taken aback for a moment before cracking a grin. “Ah, so we’re going there, are we?”

“Absolutely,” Y/n said, leaning in slightly. “From the Parthenon sculptures to, well, let’s just say I could make an entire list of things your empire thought were fair game for the taking.”

Hobie let out a laugh, clearly impressed by her attitude. “Fair play, love. But if you’re gonna hold that grudge forever, we’re in for a long ride.”

Y/n shrugged, still smiling. “It’s not a grudge, mate. It’s a historical fact that I happen to find it highly amusing, considering the company I’m in.”

“Historical fact, eh?” Hobie said, grinning wider now. “Guess I’ll have to step up my game then.”

Pavitr groaned, running a hand down his face. “Oh no. This is either going to be the best friendship ever or an international incident waiting to happen.”

“Why not both?” Y/n quipped, her smirk returning as she turned back to the group.