You had leg hair. No matter how much you argue with yourself, you can't seem to shave it. You always brush it off as you are being lazy, but you know it's because you push yourself to be confident in your leg hair. Hobie knows this, too, so he takes notice when he notices you hiding your legs a lot.
"Love, you okay?" Hobie asks, sitting down beside you on the couch.
You two are having your typical movie night; the movie this time was Twilight after finding out Hobie has never watched or heard of it. Of course, that was a crime, so binge-watching the movies was the plan.
"Mhm, of course," you glance at him.
But a problem arose. You faced shame for your leg hair all day after wearing shorts to work. It typically doesn't get to you; you usually tell them to fuck off, but this day.. messed with you. You were loud, chubby, and had leg hair that crawled to the back of your thighs. Hobie loved that about you; he was why you never shaved in the first place; he just made you feel so comfortable.
Hobie stares at you, almost studying your body language.
"You're lyin'," he huffs; before you can protest, he picks you up and sits you on his thighs, the blanket you used to cover your legs slipping off.
"Hobie!" You squeak, trying to pull away in panic. You have always worried about being too heavy for Hobie; sitting on his thighs only feeds into that fear.
But Hobie fucking loved your thighs. Often asking, no, begging to sit between your thighs as you massage his scalp. He would always kiss your thighs the longest, taking extra time to leave marks and sweet praises against the extra fat.
"What's wrong," He murmurs, instantly kissing your soft jaw as his hands hold onto your rolls.
You sigh, failing to escape his love. You let your head fall back against his shoulder, letting him kiss more of your neck.
"Just tired.." you whisper, softly rubbing his hands on your stomach.
"That's not it," Hobie sighs, laying his chin on your shoulder and looking into your eyes. "What's really happenin'?"
You meet his eyes, locking into his worried gaze. You can't argue with that look.. but you also didn't want to rant about how much you hate your fucking thighs, the stupid leg hair that covers them. You shrug.
Hobie sighs; he doesn't like pushing but wants to make you feel better. His eyes wander your body, appreciating your rolls and the stretch marks that cover them, with your legs and their beautiful hair painting them. You tense at his wandering gaze staring at you; you curl up, trying to hide your body from him. Hobie hums like he's figured out the next clue.
Suddenly Hobie picks you up again and sits you down as he slides to his knees in front of you. You blush, not expecting the quick movement.
"Hobie, what are you–"
"Your thighs are beautiful," He holds onto them, planting a small loving kiss on them.
You tilt your head, confused, as he continues. "I know it's hard for you to see that.." He murmurs against your soft skin; he kisses your thigh again.
"But it's the truth," Hobie gently lifts your leg over his shoulder, kissing more into your inner thigh.
You gasp; his movements are so.. loving. You blush, his small kisses getting closer and closer to the edge of your shorts.
Tears prickle your eyes, the swirling pit in your stomach finally abrupting out of your throat in sobs. As you choke on sobs, you feel Hobie's kisses fill every space on your thighs. He gently rubs your inner thigh, whispering worried reminders to breathe. You cover your face in embarrassment, your sobs not stopping as Hobie shifts to his feet.
"Baby, breathe.." He picks you up by the waist and sits back down on the couch to focus on you. Hobie sits you on his thighs, facing you as he gently wipes away your tears.
He cups your cheeks as your sobs finally slow; your nose is now red, and your eyes are puffy.
"Today was fucking hard.." you choke out with a sad chuckle.
Hobie nods, understanding your pain. "I know, love.." He kisses your nose before gently rubbing his thumbs on your cheeks.
"I just felt so uncomfortable in my body.. like my thighs were too big and hairy.." You mumble, sniffling as you stare into his worried eyes.
Hobie hums, "They aren't.” he takes your hand in his and places a soft kiss on your palm, “Your thighs are perfect.. They’re big and hairy.. Which is perfect,” his eyes stare into yours.
Your heart skips a beat; he was being so kind and caring.. Could you fall more in love with this man?
“I will never stop loving your thighs.” Hobie says like he’s making a promise, “And I will never stop loving you,” A smile curls on his lips as he kisses your wet cheek.
“Thank you, Hobie..” You whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck as he softly rubs circles on your thighs, playing with some of your hair on them.
You smile. He knows just how to make you feel so loved.