Entangled

"Are you okay? You've been in there a while. Do you need help?"

Arabella opened her eyes, taking a deep breath. She stared at herself in the mirror while Margo sat outside the door.

"No, I'm good. Im just…trying to figure out if I like it or not…." Arabella let out a quiet frustrated sigh as she pulled the set off her body and put on her regular clothes. 

Margo—Spider-Byte— and Arabella had become friends recently. They have essentially the same concept of technology in their worlds, just tweaked differently. Arabella had found an interest in a clothing trade festival and thought it would've been fun for the both of them to go. They traded some clothes, all of them handmade and local.  

Margo had convinced Arabella to get a custom-made lingerie set from one of the vendors. Arabella started getting excited about it during the day as it was being made. But once she put it on, her mood changed. 

She came out of Margo's bathroom, a frown on her face as she held the box up in disappointment. 

"Without surprise, I hate it." Arabella didn't try to hide the disappointment in her voice as she dropped herself down on Margo's couch. 

"Are you sure? Maybe you need to find a hairstyle or makeup to go with it?" Margo dropped next to her. Arabella sighed, looking at Margo and giving her a reassuring smile.

"I love you, but that's not the problem…" She then looked and offered the box to Margo, watching her open it. 

"You know what could help? Maybe if a certain someone saw you in it?" Margo suggested, her face reeling as she realized the suggestion was useless.

"But that's not why I bought the set. I wanted to look and see myself in it and be…whatever the opposite of what I'm constantly feeling. So no change in my hair or makeup will fix the one thing I want gone." Arabella twisted her mouth, biting the skin inside of her mouth. Margo sighed, placing her head on Arabella's shoulder. 

"Well, I haven't seen you in it, but I bet it's sexy on you," Margo reassured her.

"My tits are nice; I mean, they should be nice. Getting them to look this way was a struggle," Arabella laughed, trying to lighten her mood but failing.

Margo hummed, looking over to the other bags they had, "At least the plug you got is cute; I could never," Margo mentioned, dropping her head to the side to see Arabella's eyes widen and then bust out into a fit of giggles.

"Alright, I think I'm having enough of you right now, It's also getting dark, and I want to stop before I get home. Or maybe not, who knows," Arabella stood up, ready to open a portal.

"Wait, wait, go ahead and take this; if my parents find it, they might implode, and it's yours, so…" Margo handed her the box; Arabella took it from her hands and smiled.

"I'll…see how I feel about it later if I can try it on." 

Arabella waved her friends goodbye, portaling into Hobies boat. She felt the sway of it as she stepped on, moving inside through one of the windows and setting the box down on his makeshift bed. She wasn't surprised that he wasn't there at the moment, but it left her to sit with herself silently.

She stared out of one of the windows and watched how the water seemed so still. It only started rippling when she saw a familiar web-shoot to the side of the boat, shaking it lightly. She smiled, looking to the window that he usually comes through and watching him.

"Oi, you're here," He pulled off his mask, dropped it off to the side, and walked to her, avoiding hitting anything on his clutter counters.

"Mm yeah, I wanted to stop by here for a bit first" Hobie leaned down, kissing the corner of her mouth softly.

"Yeah? Came to see your boy?" He put his guitar on the other side of the boat, unzipping and kicking off his boots.

"Hm.. felt like I needed to. What were you up to?"

"The band and I were givin' out takeaway and fixing some benches. You went with Margo today, yeah?"

"Mhm, went to some clothing trade festival. It was cool; I donated some stuff I didn't need and got some cool things I could take back home," She watched as Hobie got comfortable on the bed, staring at him as he relaxed into his bed with a sigh. She leaned her face on her hand.

She stared at him for far too long—he didn't mind it, obviously—and turned her head. 

"Im gonna change," Hobie announced, removing himself from his already comfortable spot. Arabella hummed in response, keeping her gaze away as she heard him move.

"What's this? This yours? Not mine…" Arabella turned to him, her eyes widening.

"Oh, wait, Hobie, no. It's just something I got earlier. I'm not going to wear it or anything—don't open it," She was too late as he stepped back, opening the box and scanning what was inside. It didn't register until he lifted the chest piece and smirked.

"Gettin' cheeky now, are we? You're not going to wear it?" He asked, watching her about to move forward to take it from him.

"I mean, no. It doesn't fit." She furrowed her brows, seeing him take the whole outfit out of the box. He gazed at it, then back to Arabella as if he was making sure she was right.

"It's your exact size, love. Down to a T, and.." Hobie spared her once more glance and cleared his throat, trying to be respectful.

"I, for one, would love to see you in it," He put it back into the box. Moving it to her so she could take it.

"How would you know it fits so well?" She asked, seeing him chuckle and tug at the collar on his neck.

"I like to take note of things…" He paused, seeing her frustrated look down at the outfit.

"Hey? Are you feelin' irie?" He hadn't meant to make her feel bad. The look on her face concerned him.

"I am uhm, I just… don't like how it looks…on me." She didn't notice how close he got, so when she lifted her head, she sucked in a breath. He reached up, touching her chin and cheek.

"Whys that?" He asked, making her frown at him. She didn't want such a simple question to irritate her, but it did. She inhaled deeply and put the box off to the side.

"Take a guess." She said sternly, making him take back his hand.

"Want to talk about it then?"

"No." They shared a silence before she looked back up at him. He waited for her to speak like he knew she would tell him.

"Ugh. You're so…mm" She sat on the bed, scratching her neck.

She felt his bed dip next to her, trying hard not to look at him as she felt tears fill her eyes. She knew no matter how hard she tried, her voice would crack, which felt like it made everything worse.

"Uhm, I don't know what to say. Really…maybe? Mm. For a while, I was okay with everything I had. Once I realized who I wanted to be, I made a beeline for it. Luckily…my aunt and uncle got it. They understood. God, they spent most of their savings trying to make me happy, and it worked for a long time, and then they both were gone," She felt her cheeks wet, thinking that there was nothing else she could do but let them fall.

"I wasn't…like I said before, I wasn't planning on being with anyone for a while. Not until I could finish the job, but then being Spider-Woman under KingPins watchful fucking eye made it much harder. And then I just started realizing how aware of myself I was, and each day has made it so much harder. So hard that I…." She felt her voice crack, biting her tongue, and she groaned deeply. She could hear Hobies soft breathing, how he was attentively listening and watching her. 

Fuck.

She loved him.

"Did you know…in every other universe of me…I am unapologetically, beautifully, and breathtakingly a woman. And we all look the same down to a fucking T except for the one huge thing. And I know it was probably a bad idea to sneak into Miguel's little cave and look at the other versions of me, but I just wanted to know if I would always be in this endless cycle of pain, and…it made me feel better." She chuckled to herself, still keeping her eyes down on the floor.

"At least I know I was and always have been who I am today," She found that it was the only light of her situational feelings. She groaned into her hands, hunching over her legs. After a moment of getting herself back together, she stretched and looked up.

"I was told, from who? I can't remember, but I remember being told that I had to love myself before anyone else to love me. So we would be happy together and not rely on or depend on one person to make me happy. So… that's why I've started to try harder to tolerate at least what I have. I've gotten so many outfits…ethically, of course, they're always made by someone locally like that set there. But yeah, I started to try, and it makes me feel worse than you. You make it so hard for me to do that because no matter what we're doing, you make me feel so good. And I hate it because I do not want to be that person," 

She wasn't expecting Hobies hand to cup her chin and softly turn her head to him. Now forced to watch his soft, kind deep-set eyes tell her everything was okay.

"You think…that if you don't 100% love yourself, your underserving of love?" He asked, moving closer to her as if to hear the answer in her head.

"I didn't say that…"

"Implication,"

He was right. That's how she saw it, even if the words weren't entirely there. He took her hand, making her stand with him as he moved his hands under her arms.

"Let me love you until you love yourself. You don't deserve to sit in pain until you feel different. Can you let me do that?" He pushed his forehead against hers, pulling on her arms until she was flush with him. He waited for her to answer, feeling the twitch under her fingers against his back. 

Arabella closed her eyes, gripping him and laying her head against his chest.

"Okay, I can—I know I can do that," 

HE lifted her face, cupping her cheeks, and looked over her features. Everything from the emerald in her eyes to her dark two-toned lips was beautiful. He never cared for looks, but he couldn't be more grateful for a partner so breathtaking.

He pecked her softly, leaning towards the bed and picking the box up.

"Put it on for me,"

Arabella felt her throat close up for a second. Looking down at the set, she clenched her jaw but still took it from him. 

"You want to see me in it? It's very revealing…." She mumbled, making him chuckle.

"I would assume it was. Come on, Babylove, for me?" 

She bit her lip softly, cheesing at the nickname and nodding. She tried not to chastise herself for feeling more excited to put the set on for him than when she initially did. She found herself staring into the mirror. She tried to keep herself self-aware at all times. She noted everything wrong with her but tried to see the light of herself and all the good. 

She brushed her hands from her collarbone to her tummy as she wore the set. She sighed, trying to hype herself up to put the bottom piece on. Once she finished, she stood in front of the bathroom door. 

She opened it softly and poked her head out. Hobie stood in sweats, leaning over his stereo as it kept fizzing out. Once he fixed it, he leaned up and looked over at her.

"Come on, let me see it," 

"This feels ridiculous. I shouldn't be.."

"Shouldn't be what?"

"Nothing, I'm coming out. I…need a moment," She bit her tongue, stretching her back out.

"Are you tucking?" He asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Oh, no. It's been painful to do it for a while, so I haven't been able to. I guess that's kinda the reason why Mr. Dysphoria decided to make an appearance all of a sudden again,"

She looked up at him, keeping her hands lowered and slowly making her way out of the bathroom. She watched as Hobies brows lifted, seeing her. She didn't want to sit silently with a fizzing stereo and cleared her throat.

"You know…feels like the universe was kinda cruel to me. Making me well endowed in the one place that is killing me," She chuckled, finding her joke a little tasteless as Hobie moved towards her. She held in a breath as he got closer.

He reached up, letting his fingers feel the strap that wrapped over her neck and attached itself to the middle of the corset. His fingers tickled her skin as he thought about the set. He particularly liked how her breast was being held, covered by fishnets, with a black X covering her nipples. He saw two little straps set right where her ribcage would be attached to the corset. He was confused about their purposes but ignored it as he reached the garter wrapped around her stomach.

He closed his eyes, licking his lips and enjoying the feeling of her skin in his hands as he reached under the garter lightly to brush over the string to the thong.

"Mm Hobie.." She mumbled, turning her head. She could feel him tug at it, forcing her hands away. He could see that her cock was covered by the same fishnet, but this time, there was a white fabric on the inside.

He pulled her to his bed, setting her in front of his as he sat down, looking up at her.

His hands went up her sides and around the small of her back.

"Psstt," He made a sound with his mouth, prompting her to look down at him as he moved her to stand between his legs.

"My size baby love, Look at you…." He squeezed her hips, making her heart skip a beat. He smirked, seeing her all flushed, placing gentle kisses around her stomach. He even glanced at her before he took a small bite of her tummy, making her squat.

"Hobie??" 

"What? Need to make my Empress know that I like all of her. All of it," He kept kissing her stomach, lowering his face to her pelvis. It made her move her hands to his shoulders. 

"How long has it been, love?" He asked, unmoving frothier gripping his shoulders. His fingers rubbed the skin under the garters wrapped tightly around her thighs. His cock twitched at the sight of the overspill of her thighs in the garter, stifling a groan.

"Ah..uhm…A while…more than a while…You know, it eventually goes away. I wouldn't say I like thinking about it. It's whatever…." She mumbled, not being able to take her eyes off of him. Most of his hair was in the way, but she could feel what he was doing. 

His hand reached around her, cupping her ass softly. His fingers brushed over the stretch marks and cellulite that added texture under his fingers.

"Fuck," She heard him whisper against her thigh.

She thought she would feel more anxious about what he was doing, but she felt calmer seeing how he was treating her body. Her breath became shaky, his tongue grazing a part of her thigh. The sudden thought of his mouth around her cock made her hard. A rush of heat fell through her body. 

"You like that, babylove?" Hobie asked, catching onto her arousal quickly. His thumbs came up her sides. He pulled her down, and she sat on his legs this time. He kept his arms around her; his face lined up with her breast. 

"You are gorgeous…pretty girl," he pressed his mouth where her breast bunched up from the set. He looked up at her, seeing that she was watching intently. 

"Come on, talk to me, love." 

"I…yeah. I like this, sorry," she chuckled, pressing her fingers to his shoulders and sliding them down his chest. 

"Don't be," he kissed her breast again, his hand coming up to the fishnet of the corseted bralette. 

"Can I take these out?" 

"Mhm," she bit her lip, watching as he loosened the straps and pulled it down. She didn't want to sound too cliche and tell him that they were her favorite part of her body, but seeing how he kissed her nipples, he knew already. 

His tongue brushed over her nipple, watching as it got stiff, allowing him to bite down with his teeth lightly. 

"Ah- Hobie, you have a problem" Arabella chewed her lip, she liked the feeling of him biting her, but she couldn't help but find it comical. 

"What? "he smirked, pressing her thumb to both nipples. 

"They're just…nerves built to make you feel good. And I like that, so let me make you feel good, yeah?" 

He went to suck on the other one, not wanting to leave them left out of feeling his mouth. Arabella softly whined, leaning back slightly to watch him enjoy himself. 

He bit down on her nipple again, using his other hand to roll the other between his fingers. It forced a moan out of her, her cock stiffening under the thong. 

He pulled his head back, letting not of her nipple and going back to play with it with his fingers. 

"My girl loves when I do that? When I make you feel like this?" 

Arabella nodded, feeling his hands behind her and taking the top off. 

"That's all I want to do, make you feel good. Make sure you get that no matter what…" he paused to kiss her sternum. 

"You know you're my gorgeous girl, outside and in" he kissed her neck this time, sucking a bruise onto her skin as her hips began moving against him. 

"Mm… I'm yours?"

"You're mine," he pulled her face down, licking and kissing against her lips as he gripped her sides. 

"Can I lay you down?"

"Yes," she was breathless at this point, becoming uncomfortable and making her very aware as he tipped her over onto her back. 

She loved this position, to see him hovering over her, between her legs. It was a beautiful sight for both of them. He shoved his face into her neck again, ensuring he could suck as many marks into her skin as possible. 

Arabella whined, the thong's fabric finally becoming unbearable to sit in. She brought her hand up to the side of his face, lightly hissing at how his teeth dug into her skin. 

Hobie smirked, rubbing her sides and pulling his mouth from her finally. 

"Fuck, you're breathtaking," he licked his lips, shifting himself as he felt her cock rub against him, making him hard. 

He felt her shift her hips. It was prompting him to hold onto them and stare up at her. He slowly and gently looped his thumbs into the strings of the thong. 

"Can I take it off?" He asked, not moving as she bit her lip. 

"Just…just nerves to make me feel good…" she repeated what he said, calming herself down. 

"Yes. Yes, please…" she mumbled. 

She wouldn't say she was overwhelmed, but with the mix of his mouth and hands exploring her body, she put everything else into a category in her head and just wanted to be with him. The thought of him being inside her made her cock throb but also made her aware. 

"Oh- Hobie, I Uhm," her voice cracked nervously, leaning up. 

"Yeah?"

"I didn't…I didn't plan for this, but I'm.." she paused, crunching down on her piercings. 

"I have—I'm well… I'm a bit…stretched out," 

She could feel her neck heat up, seeing as he was confused, but that quickly vanished off his face and was replaced with excitement. 

"You are? Hold it…" he turned her hip to the side, making her groan and rub the bridge of her nose. 

"No fuckin' way…you sure you didn't plan this?" He asked, skeptical as he brushed his fingers over the black heart design of her butt plug. 

"I didn't! I was…testing. Something. I mean, I've been doing it for a while…it helps, you know? And so when we started, I kinda got this one as a joke," 

Hobie chuckled against the side of her thigh; he pinched the plug between his fingers and lightly tugged. Arabella gasped, trying to keep herself from moaning. 

"You're adorable, love." He rolled her back. Moving her legs apart and finally tugging down the thong. He watched as her cock slipped out of the fabric, his tongue rubbing against his piercings. 

"Shit," he groaned out, staring at her cock. The happy trail covered by the garter led down into a nicely shaped patch of hair above her cock. She was dark, cut, and bigger than him. 

He could see the pulse of her cock, his hand coming against her thigh. He glanced up at her as she chewed down on her lips. 

He leaned over her, using his legs to spread her around him. 

"I've said it before a million times and'll repeat it a million times more. You're the most gorgeous woman I've met in my life, and I've been through dimensions" he kissed her, this time slowly. He savored the taste of her mouth, her tongue. 

He always remembered how she tasted, but having that taste on hand would always be better than anything he could imagine. When he pulled away, he brushed her face with his thumb. 

"Can I keep going?" 

Arabella nodded quickly, "Please.." 

He trailed his lips down her body, stopping at her belly button and slowing his lips. His hand slowly wrapped around the base of her cock. 

Her breath hitched in her throat, sliding her hands through the duvet of his bed as he slowly moved his hand up and down her cock. His hand was so gentle on her cock that she couldn't have imagined anything different. 

He kissed the side of her cock gently, his tongue licking her as he moved his mouth. She didn't realize how heavy she was breathing until she stopped. He looked up at her, moving slowly and teasing the head of her cock with the tip of his tongue. 

He didn't say a word as he pushed her cock in his mouth, but his eyes stayed on her, and she was too transfixed on him to care how intimately erotica the sight was. 

Hobie hummed against the tip of her cock, letting his tongue do the work for him before he pushed more of her into his mouth. He loved watching her shake underneath him. Finally, seeing what she looked like when being teased with his mouth. 

He couldn't take his eyes off of her unless he had to. Pushing his mouth down onto her cock forced his eyes closed, his nose pressing against her hair. He felt his eyes water for a moment, speeding up the pace and using her gasp and moans as fuel to keep going. 

He already felt the salty taste of her pre-cum at the back of his mouth, twisting his hand around her cock as he pulled and sucked harshly against the tip. He felt her buck her hips upwards and let out a shaky cry.

He looked up, seeing her head pressed against his pillows, her hands clawed into his bed sheets. He removed his mouth with a soft pop, his saliva connecting his lips and her cock together.

"Fuck you're so pretty like this," 

Arabella snapped her head up, her thighs shaking while she caught her breath. She watched as her cock twitched harder than last time, his spit running down her shaft.

"I…Thank you," She wasn't sure what to say as he smirked at her. His thumb pressed into the slit of her cock. She furrowed her brows.

"Praises…Praises Hobie, I'm…" She felt his mouth engulf her cock again; this time, she let out a yelp and bucked her hips up, pressing against the back of his throat. She twitched in his mouth; a slow and sudden ache appeared from her prostate. It shocked her momentarily as she reached her hand to her mouth.

"No. Nope, pretty girl, don't do that," 

Arabella's hands were suddenly webbed back into the wall of the boat. She stared at him, almost like he was in slow motion. He looked more than just pretty going down on her. It was a sight that she could die for. His hair moved with each movement, his lips looked swollen, and his tongue moved along her cock in a way that she could feel her body beg for more.

“Ah- Hobie, please..”

"No one here; I want to hear that, baby," He said, immediately returning to fucking her cock with his mouth.

"Oh, my praises fuck, please," She felt an electric buzz through her body, her thighs shaking as her entire body contracted. Her spider-sense going off and making her head spin.

She wanted to speak out his name, but the sudden feeling of her orgasm radiating through her spine cut her off. A soft sob came from her mouth as cum spilled from her cock into Hobies mouth. He stayed his mouth around her tip, gathering it on his tongue before he pushed it down to the back of his throat.

She felt her entire body shake; her eyes squeezed so much that she had to wait for her vision to return when she opened them. She let out a soft whine, her cock still aching as Hobie gave it one more kiss before coming face-to-face with her ripping the webs off her.

"You taste amazing, just like how I imagined," He kissed her lips softly, not lingering too long as he got up, opening a small drawer and pulling out something small.

She lifted a brow, still breathing slowly as she watched him slide something through the surface of his tongue.

"What—what is that?" She asked, seeing him come back and crawl onto her. He opened his mouth to reveal a tongue piercing.

"Forgot about it until now, and I do plan on using it more with you, so…" He showed her the piercing before kissing her again; this time, he allowed it to slide against her tongue and cheek. She moaned at the feeling as her cock throbbed again.

"Hm…you want more? It seems like this pretty girl wants another set," He reached down, stroking her cock again. Arabella let out a slight whine, watching her cock become hard again. 

A flash of confusion spread across her face that Hobie caught.

"Yeah?"

"I… I'm going to be. Honest, I didn't think it…she…worked like that anymore, but," She looked up at Hobie. Seeing that shine of adoration in his eyes.

"But I do want to keep going…" She couldn't explain how she felt, it wasn't much of a physical feeling besides what was already happening, but with him, she felt like she could keep doing this and not feel totally like shit after. 

"Good, good," Hobie mumbled, reaching to kiss her once more and leaning back to pull open a small drawer. She watched him pull out a bag of powder and a water bottle. She watched him add the powder to the bottle and shake it. She was confused about what he was doing but said nothing as he set it to the side, grabbing her hips and setting them on his thighs. 

"Can't wait to play with this pretty thing," Hobie commented, lightly tugging at the plug and making her moan. 

"That felt good. Having it inside you while you cum?" He lifted a brow, expecting an answer.

"Uh yeah…actually,"

"Mhm, fuck I can't wait till you cum on my cock," He told himself, allowing her to hear. She whined, hearing him, seeing that he began to play with the plug in her. She felt it brush slightly against her prostate, making her sigh and moans softly with her head back. 

Hobie took the water bottle, shaking it several times before opening the top. He slowly poured the now-mixed lube onto her balls, making her gasp and look down at him.

He said nothing as his hand came up and cupped them softly, moving the lube down until it dripped over the plug.

"Breath, pretty girl," He asked her, slowly using the lube to make it easier as he gently pulled the plug towards him. As he pulled it a pit of her, he pressed his thumb against her perineum and watched as she began to shake.

"H-Hobie. Hobie, please, I feel like I'm gonna cum again," She begged, only making him press against it harder. She held her breath instead of breathing, trying not to cum and letting her back arch slightly as it slid from her.

"Pretty impressive if I say myself," He held the plug in his hand, dropping it off to the side of the bed. 

She felt his fingers slide down against her hole. They prodded her gently as he moved back down, kissing her cock before lifting her hips. He slid his pieced tongue against her hole, hearing a moan rip through the air as he did so. He closed his eyes this time, letting his tongue work against her while his other hand came above him to stroke her cock. The quick stimulation made her vibrate to where her head was filled with white. 

Hobie groaned, sliding the tip of his tongue inside of her. He felt her jolt under his tongue while his hand gripped her base, acting like a cock ring to keep her from humming. He wanted to keep playing with her as much as he could until she couldn't take it. When a pitched moan lifted through the air, Hobie couldn't ignore his weeping cock anymore. 

His sweats were already wet from the inside, the apparent throbbing radiating through his thighs the more he ate her out. He heard a rush of 'pleases' escape her, feeling the pulse of her cock in his hand, signalizing him to stop. He lifted, spit rolling down his chin again. 

"You always this sensitive? Or is it all just for me?" He asked, reaching down to his sweats and pulling them down. She saw his cock bounce out of the sweats, and her mouth watered at the sight. His precum was smeared all over his tip and dripping slowly.

"I'm sorry I should've-"

"Nuh Uh, don't worry. You letting me do this is all I need, sweet girl. Just making my baby and her needy little cock feel amazing is all I care about," He came up above her, grabbing her leg and moving them onto their sides. He pressed his finger to her thighs above the garter.

"This is doing things for me, so fucking sexy," He looped her leg over his hips, coming face to face with him, and the heads of their cocks touching. He reached back, grabbed the bottle, and spilled some around his fingers.

"Kiss me, baby love. That's all I want you to do,"

She obliged quickly, reaching for and kissing him as hard as possible. She felt his piercing hit both of their teeth, but she could care less as she felt his cold fingers slide against her hole, one of his fingers softly slipping inside her and making her whine.

"Focus—kiss me—"Hobie groaned into her mouth the farther his fingers went into her, slowly pulling back and working her open for a second one. She moaned into his mouth, unable to control any of the sounds she was making. She moved closer to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulder and feeling their cocks press together tightly.

"Praises—fuck— your cock," She whined, bucking her hips and forcing his fingers deeper into her whole, rubbing along his cock. Hobie grunted, his lips stalling as he glanced down at their cocks. He used his free hand to hold and press them together.

He smiled against her mouth, pressing his fingers upwards and making her croak against him. He pressed against her G-spot, making her flex her fingers against his back and claw at his shoulder blades. He pulled his lips back, hoping she wouldn't bite him as he pressed hard against it. He was right in the fact that he pulled away. She clenched her jaw hard and let out a choked moan, her cock slowly leaking more cum.

"Hobie, I cant—I cant take it,"

"Yeah, tell me what you want," He breathed out, moving his hips along her cock while repeatedly pushing against her prostate, making it hard for her to speak.

"Mm, please, need your cock in me. Please?"

"Thought you'd never ask," 

He flipped them over, keeping his hands on her thighs.

"Mm, keeping these on," He said, looking at the garter that still sat perfectly around her thighs and waist. He leaned down to kiss her, feeling her arms wrap around his neck and move him to flush her body. He hooked her leg around his arm, spreading the other one so he could press his cock against her hole. He reached to the side, grabbed the lube again, and added it aimlessly down her cock and ass.

He pushed his cock into her slowly, feeling her croak against his mouth and letting out a pitched whine. She pulled her lips away from him, tightening her grip around his neck as he slowly bucked into her.

She felt him stretch her out, her nails digging into his back. That curve of his cock that made her excited the first time she saw his cock was precisely how she thought it would be. He pressed hard into her prostate, and as he fully cheated himself in her, she could feel him sit against it.

"Ohmyfuck," She mumbled into his shoulder, her cock spilling with cum she didn't know she had. 

"You're so warm, Bumba…Blood fya," Hobie groaned and momentarily dropped his head on her chest. The feeling of her stretched around him almost made him cum on the spot. He chuckled, never thinking he could feel how he was feeling now. He fixed his hold on her legs, keeping them hooked over his arms.

"Bite..please? Please move; I can't take it," She begged, rocking her hips on his cock until he chuckled and kissed her.

"My beautiful girl likes my cock, hm?" He asked, slowly pulling his hips back until the tip of his cock remained into her. He slowly pushed back into her, setting a pattern for her and himself and watching as he successfully made her squirm under him.

Arabella could feel sweat build up all over her body; her eyes closed as she arched into his cock. She was too dazed to notice the pattern he was doing, but each time he started to speed up his thrusts, making her pull her legs back and her nails dig into the skin of his back.

She let out a whine, signaling him to start moving faster. When he did, he watched her cock twitch, gaining the excellent idea to let her legs go around his hips and dip his hand between them. The repeated movements of his hips began to ruffle the sheets under them, her voice hitting and ricocheting off the walls until that was the only thing that could be heard within and near the boat. 

He pressed against her perineum, knowing he hit her G-spot each time. He pressed his fingers deep against the skin, breaking her into a soft sob. Hobie groaned, her heels digging into his back, her hole tightening around him, and the sting of her nails into his back. He felt it overstimulate him, but he wasn't mad about it. It forced him to slam his hips harder into her, making her cry out until tears spilled from her eyes. 

Arabella choked against her sobs; her body felt like every inch of it was exploding. Her G-spot is rammed from the inside and pushed from the outside. Her cock gained friction from both of their stomachs, clouding her mind as a burning desire tuning from her chest to the tip of her cock.

She felt a different tingle and shiver sensation rip through her that she hadn't felt before. She felt her ears wash over with white noise, her arms numb, and her legs stinging from holding onto him so hard.

She felt the warm spill of cum all over her stomach, making her let Hobie go and drop entirely onto the bed. As her orgasm ripped through her, she still could feel her body shake, soon overstimulation pulling through her body as she forced her hands into the bed and arched her back.

Hobie watched as she beautifully came all over herself, lifting and keeping at his relentless pace. She painted her dark skin white with cum; this only turned him on more, now chasing his orgasm.

He watched as her body became overstimulated, deciding to add a little more and stroke her cock as he pounded into her.

"Fuck me!" She screamed, her elbows slamming into the sheets, her talons coming through her elbows and piercing through the bed.

As she tightened around his cock he slowly came to a stop, feeling his orgasm at the tip of his cock as he came. Hobie let out a loud and deep groan, which he bit and cursed through.

Arabella could feel his cum enter her, a hot warmth spreading through her body, causing her to whine and arch her neck back until he finished filling her. He slowly blinked back to reality, looking over her to see if she was okay.

"Fuck, that's the sexiest shit I've ever seen," She lifted her head at his words, tears involuntarily running down her cheeks. She saw that her cock was finally spent and emptied of everything she was worth. Cum covered her stomach, spilling onto the bed and between their bodies.

"I..did you… there's so much; oh my fuck did you milk me?" She asked, a shock set in her voice.

"Pretty much," 

She dropped her head with a lazy smile and wiped her face of the sweat that rolled off it. The boat felt like its own sauna, their heat making them sweat and pant. When Hobie was ready to pull out, he moved her leg up, sliding his hips back.

"H-Hobie slow. Slow, please," She whimpered, his cock grazing her prostate as he pulled out. She was afraid that if she had any more stimulation, shed keep cumming, and her cock would already ache with how much it had already. As he pulled out, he watched as his cum spilled from her.

"Made more of a mess than I thought…." He leaned over, kissing her. She wrapped her arms around his neck again, kissing him languidly until they couldn't kiss.

"Can I..get the camera?" He asked against her lips; this made her eyes go wide.

"To take a picture of me?"

"Yeah, if not, that's fine. I just…I want to look back at this sight because god, you're beautiful," 

She licked her lips softly, nodding and watching him stand to grab his Polaroid. He loaded it and moved over to her, spreading her legs.

"Just like that, fuck. Just like that…." He mumbled. Snapping a picture and then another one. 

"I'll show you later, but we should get cleaned up," Hobie exhaled, seeing that it had been dark outside for a while.

Arabella nodded, letting him use his clothes to wipe her down and push everything onto his sheets—which he would wash later. 

He helped her into the small bathroom, both having a hum in their throats. He put a shower cap on her, kissing her lips gently. Hobie rubbed against Arabella, sitting in his shower with her on his legs. The water ran down her back as his fingers slowly dipped in and out of her. She hunched over his chest the whole time, sighing shakily each time he went to clean her out. 

Afterward, he reached for his body wash—ones from a local that made the soap by hand. He slowly cleaned her body, kissing her face as her eyes closed and relaxed. When he got her all cleaned, he cleaned himself up quickly. 

Hobie hummed a tune to a song as he wrapped her in a towel, setting her on his toiler.

"You're quiet, you irie?"

"Hm? Yes…Im just…" She smiled to herself, 

"Mm, content," Hobie chuckled at her answer and kissed her softly.

"Be right back, love." 

Hobie left her in the bathroom, cleaning up the bed and making it to where they could lay. When he came back, he put one of his more oversized shirts on her, both leaning against each other, her arms around his neck as she littered kisses all over her face and his arms wrapped around her waist.

They both stumbled into the bed with a chuckle. He wrapped her legs around his body, his face pressing into the crook of her neck as she held tightly.

They sat for a while, kissing and rubbing against each other. Hobie looked over to her spot in the bed, a laugh escaping him.

"What? Why're you laughing?" Arabella asked, frowning some.

"You kind of…tore up the mattress,"

"What?" She looked behind her, seeing two giant jagged holes through the mattress.

"Oh…oh wow, I did. I'm so sorry; I can find a new one,"

"Ha! A new one, just because there are holes, doesn't mean I need to throw it away. I can add fluff or something,"

"Ugh, okay. Well, as long as you don't fall through," She hummed against him, closing her eyes.

"Hobie?"

"Mm?"

"I love you," She whispered, holding him tighter.

"Yeah, yeah…I love you too,"