Entangled

Hobie wouldn't label himself as a jealous guy. He wouldn't say he was; maybe he felt protective but never jealous, especially when it came to Arabella. He saw no reason to be jealous, almost knowing her from the inside out. He knew that she was his unless they had a conversation about changing out of monogamy into something else, and even then, he didn't mind having that conversation because he knew that she was his.

He also wouldn't label himself as possessive either. He was a chill guy and understood that Arabella was gorgeous. Absolutely fucking gorgeous in every single way. And he never felt insecure about it. She was beautiful people flocked to her, even the ones intimidated by her aura. Hobie thought that it was sexy, so much so that he enjoyed watching people stumble over their words when they met her for the first time.

Hobie also knew that she was friendly as much as she was dangerous. She exuded the kind of energy someone would want to be around, whether introverted or not. He loved that about her and was proud to have her in every way he could imagine. So he didn't care that when he brought her to his shows, people would stare, whisper and try to get glimpses of her when she passed. 

He found it amusing and even more entertaining when he would show up and wrap his arms around her hips or shoulders. It had been the most fun he had when being with someone. He liked to show her off, whether it was showing his friends pictures of her or talking about something funny or stupid she did that he loved. 

His favorite part was when he would make it known that he was hers. In every picture, she had of herself, and he was near, his hand would somehow be wrapped around her face. His slender fingers were under her chin from the side or touching her lip. She didn't have a picture of just herself, and he wasn't somehow there.

So there was no reason for him to be jealous the night he took Arabella to one of his shows. 

"Okay! How do I look?" Arabella asked, spinning around in her swing 230s, showing off an outfit she thrifted. Her hair fell over her face and head to where he couldn't see her eyes. She had necklaces around her neck in varied lengths that clicked together. Underneath her leather-cropped corseted top were fishnets that Hobie could see press into her skin, making diamond shapes.

And last but very much not least, the short mini Lillian plaid skirt layered with two studded belts and chains looping over her thighs to her ass. Hobie groaned at the sight of her, circling her and brushing his hands around her body. That's how she knew he loved the outfit more than she did.

"Yow empress, yuh look good enuh," He planted his hands on her hips from behind her, kissing her neck. 

"Don't even wanna show up now," Hobie hummed, sliding his hands up the back of her thigh and lifting the skirt.

"Hobie, come on, you promised you'd take me," She whined, not protesting any of the touches.

"Yah? I did say that…" He still kept kissing her neck until she turned herself around.

"Come on, Hobie. Take me to your show, and I can see what I can do to repay you," Her arms came around his shoulders and neck.

"Fuck, the only way you can repay me, babylove, is by letting me touch you, but I promised you a show" He sighed, taking her hand and spinning her around again.

He couldn't wait to show her off at his show tonight. 

When he got to the venue, he showed Arabella everything. It wasn't filled with too many people yet, but they could feel the heat of the people already in there filling the place. 

He introduced her to other people who worked parts of the show, the lighting and sound crew. He enjoyed showing her off to his mutuals and friends and spending most of the time with her beside him as he tuned in with his friends.

"Hey! Its Ari! So cool you brought her to one of the shows! You're going to love it; I promise you," Riri Williams hugged Arabella.

"Oh yeah, it's nice seeing you again. I can't wait to see this; been kinda busy with…otherworldly things," 

Arabella had more fun talking with his friends than everything, getting stories about him when they first started and being told things they only knew. 

"So, is she getting girlfriend treatment and watching the show from the side?" Riri asked Hobie, tuning the instruments and 

"Oh? Girlfriend treatment?" Arabella perked up, moving over to Hobie as he adjusted his guitar with his pick in his mouth.

"Yeah, can sit on the side, get that up close sound," Arabella smiled, seeing they were almost done.

"Nah…you know how I feel about nepotism," Arabella chuckled, kissing his cheek.

"See you after the show?" 

"Of course!" 

Arabella skipped off to the side of the stage, weaving her way down to the crowd that had grown since they arrived. She could get close to the location in a spot where she knew Hobie would be able to see her. 

The venue was as hot as she expected, noting that no vent was blowing air. It was much darker than when they came in. People moved around her, but she didn't mind as she was bumped into, knowing there was only so much room.

It wasn't long before some stage lights came on, and someone got onto the stage. Arabella found herself excited, but as she stepped forward to get a better angle, she felt someone bump into her, and a splash of lukewarm liquid hit her side.

"Ah fuck! Sorry, I didn't mean to do that…." Arabella looked down, seeing that beer had been splashed on her. She frowned and looked up at her assailant.

"Uh… it's fine. I don't think it got on me too much…" She mumbled, then saw the man dig in his pockets for some napkins.

"So sorry about that; I couldn't see you. The show is starting…people bumping into other people..sorry," Arabella smiled, taking the napkins and cleaning top her side.

"No problem, thanks, and look, outfits not ruined!" She smiled at him,

"Cool! My name is Eddie, you?"

"Arabella, excited for the show?" She asked, watching as he looked out to the stage.

"Oh yeah, I've been here a couple of times, you?"

"First time, but my guys up there playing tonight! Can't wait," 

Arabella and Eddie had spent a little bit of the time talking until the show started. They stood next to each other during the openings, singing along and jumping to the music. She didn't mind as she had a buddy to enjoy the concert with. 

She also didn't mind how he was leaning into her, seeing that the crowd seemed to move in small waves, especially ether people in the pit, which Eddie had helped her avoid getting pulled into.

When Hobies band got on stage, she almost hung onto eddies arm, pointing and screaming out with the crowd. She knew that Hobie wasn't considered a 'good' singer, but she couldn't get enough of hearing his voice the way it was during the show; she would turn to Eddie—her now newfound friend— and either say or mention something about the band, whether it was the politics of the lyrics or talking about Hobie and one of the band members.

It was clear she was having fun, but from Hobies view of the stage, he saw something else. Yes, she was having fun, but he couldn't help feeling a bubble ruse in his chest as he watched a blonde man wrap his arm around her waist, helping stabilize her as she jumped. It didn't mean he liked it, though.

He kept most of his attention to staying with his band, but every so often, he would turn and see Eddie have his entire focus all on Arabella, and he knew precisely what the looks he was giving her meant. It created a pit in his stomach that felt sour. Not towards her—never. He couldn't even judge the man for being interested in her. She was gorgeous and always made friends anywhere she went, which wasn't surprising. It was just how manhood had a sparkle in his eye watching her.

The show lasted a couple of hours, having segments in between talking about the political state of their country and society. It felt like she couldn't say it any better when Hobie spoke. Things were broken, things were said—screamed more like it. 

But by the end of the night, nearly everyone in the venue was sweaty, smelly, and, most importantly, excited.

"Hey! So do you want to come with me? There's going to be an after party im- "Arabella interrupted Eddie but not on purpose as she whipped her head around, unable to see Hobie.

"Oh, maybe I guess, but I gotta find my guy-"Eddie cut her off as well, getting closer.

"Okay…like your guy… that's cool. But I was thinking just us? I think you're sick,"

"Awe, thank you, but I came with him and wouldn't want to leave him alone. I don't mind it, though; give me a sec!" Arabella fixed one of her belts and left Eddie to watch her go. She weaved through some people and eventually saw Hobie poaching uo his guitar.

"Hobie!" She saw a sheet of sweat line his brow that he wiped away with his shirt.

"Mmmm, my girl," Hobie smiled at her, wrapping his arm around her hips and pressing a kiss into her mouth. She found the kiss a little more intense than she thought it would be but didn't complain.

"Mm! I loved it! You guys were so cool and.." She paused, leaning into his neck and smiling. 

"Surprisingly, you don't smell too bad for how hot and sweaty you are," Hobie laughed and kissed her knuckles.

"Secret thing called deodorant. But uh…who was the bloke out there you were with?" He asked, moving his hands to the back of her skirt and feeling the fabric was sticky.

"Ah, he spilled some beer on me, and we became friends! He invited me to one of the after parties or show, and I told him id get to you first and see,"

"Hm…we can do that, but I have an idea of something we could do before that," He said, picking up his guitar case and looking over to his friends.

"All good for the night?" Hobie asked; they all turned to him and gave him a thumbs up, allowing him to leave. He took Arabella's hand and went out towards the bathrooms, looking around as he let Arabella go in first before him. It was a loud and expressive bathroom. Stickers—spray paints, and everything you could think of littered the walls. There were a couple of urinals and maybe one stall that wasn't exactly clean or adequately fitted with a lock.

"Oh, did you want to wash up first? You know we don't have to go, I get-"She grunted softly as Hobie pressed his mouth into hers, setting the guitar case against the sink. She giggled against his lips, moving her arms around his neck as he backed her into the one less-than-working stall.

What she thought would be a makeout session turned into something different as his hands came up the sides of her skirt and pushed it up.

"Mph—wait, in here? I'm not—you know, exactly prepped.." She mumbled, feeling his lips escape hers and her hands planted on his chest.

"I know, but don't worry, ill do the work. I just…thought about tasting you the whole damn time. You didn't notice? How I maybe played something wrong, and it was all.." He kissed where her Adam's apple was, letting his piercing tongue drag across her neck.

"Because of you, empress," 

Arabella hummed, shifting her hips as he pressed her legs apart, taking her mouth into his again, kissing her slowly. He put his hands on her hips, rubbing soft circles into them. His kiss deepened as he thought about her new friend, who probably was waiting for her. He groaned deeply into her mouth, making sure the imprint of his tongue stayed in her mouth against her own.

He could smell the stench of everyone in the crowd on her body, which made him even worse when he wanted to print himself into her body. His hand moved down to her skirt, pulling it up and tugging her panties. He groaned as he felt her cock against his hand.

"Fuck, no tuck today, baby?" He teased into her mouth, "Almost like you knew," Hobie felt her tremble beneath him, sliding his calloused hands over her cock until he felt it spring to life. She shakily sighed into his mouth, closing her eyes as he slowly teased her cock with the tips of his fingers.

“The skirt…it helps…” She mumbled, looking down at him as he kissed the top of her breast, biting into them until he saw his teeth marks. She didn't mind the pain as he bit into her like he could mark her up and immediately want more. 

She saw his intention as he lowered himself, kissing every bit of her exposed skin until he sat on his knees. She whined and grabbed his shoulders.

"Your knees; I don't want you to hurt yourself," She jutted her lip out, genuine worry lacing her voice.

"Is my baby worried for me? God, you're sexy when you're like that," He chuckled, dipping down her thigh and biting into her. She whined at the pain, her hands pressing into his wicks. The coolness of his piercings made her shiver, her heated body shivering as they glided against the inner of her thigh.

Hobie looked up at her, biting his lip as he stroked her cock softly, watching it grow harder until she was fully erect. She sucked in a deep breath while she watched him maneuver her skirt to sit right on her cock.

"Oh, I know exactly what I'm getting you later," He said to her, moving the skirt out of the way to stroke her more. She kept her mouth pursed together, letting out softer deep breaths through her nose. He moved slowly, adding pressure at the tip of her cock and releasing as he pushed his hand down her shaft.

She shifted with each movement, not wanting to interfere in his actions because he looked like he had his plan in mind.

"Fuck…this is a pretty cock," He kissed the underside, the silver on his mouth making her flinch.

"Was that cold?" He asked, kneading his other hand into her thigh.

"A little; it's okay, though; you can keep going, please?" He asked, making her bite down on her piercings.

"As you wish~" He sang, pressing his tongue to the vein that circled her cock, disappearing near the head. He wet his mouth as he slowly licked up her cock, like massaging her with his tongue. It teased her, making her release the smallest of whines.

Hobie loved to see her squirm underneath him, how she would pop her bottom lip out if she weren't getting what she wanted—but being so obedient for him that she wouldn't say anything—each time she did that, he couldn't help but give her exactly what she wanted.

He licked her cock in long stripes until he could see the bead of precum slide from the head of her cock down. He opened his mouth, letting it drop onto his tongue before he kissed it, smearing it over his lips. This made her give him a slightly louder whine, her shoulders tensing, relaxing, and leaning against the bathroom stall wall.

He looked up at her, keeping contact with her expression as he curled his tongue around her tip. She was easily overstimulated, which he loved. The taste of her cock was like heaven to him; he didn't mind if everything tasted like her because there was nothing better than that—and this was all his. 

Looking at Hobie from her angle felt more erotic than it should be. But the way his tongue rolled out of his mouth and around the head of her cock could've made her cum then. But she held herself up, waiting for him to take her into his mouth. With the look she was giving him, he sealed his mouth around the head, forcing out a grunt from her as she slowly spread her legs a bit more.

Although Hobie started slow, teasing her until he felt it was good, he didn't want to keep the pace slow. He wanted to see her struggle not to cum, hear her whine until she had lost her voice. He pressed the tip of his tongue onto the slit of her cock, making her gasp and cover her mouth.

"Ooh princess, so good for me." Each time he lifted his mouth off her cock, he used his hand to keep up the sensation.

"Whose cock is this?" He asked, using his spit and massaging it all over the rest of her length.

"Mmmyours." She spoke out, bringing her knuckles to her mouth. He didn't care if she tried to keep her voice low; he knew he could hear her no matter how hard she tried.

"Yeah? And who makes you feel good?" He asked, moving his hand faster until she dipped her head back.

"You—You Hobie~." 

"Uh-huh, keep going. Keep saying my name," He felt his mouth water as he covered the head of her cock again, this time twisting his hand down the base of her cock as he started to bob his head up and down her shaft. She whispered his name repeatedly until she got louder, covering her mouth with her hand. 

Hobie picked up his pace, twisting his hand, turning his head lightly to change the angle at which his tongue lapped at her cock, the tongue ring in his mouth making the sensation much more intense than usual. 

"Hhng, praises…Hobie fuck, please," She choked out, looking down and seeing that her skirt was covering part of him. She didn't know what turned her on at the sight, but how her skirt covered him and how fast he was going made the coils down her stomach pull as hard as they could. 

She whimpered his name, trying to lift her hips from the wall and only being met with the full force of his hand against her pelvis. His other hand came up to pinch and cup her balls, pulling down on them softly until she cried.

"Hobie, please, I'm gonna cum!" She tensed her shoulders, her words turning him on and forcing his throat deeper around her cock. She gasped and fluttered her eyes closed as she could feel his throat constrict around her cock.

"Ohmypraises" She gripped his wicks, then used her stretch to force his throat in place. This made him moan, which only made her press his head harder into her, feeling his nose against her pelvis and his throat drink her in.

She squeezed her hand around his hair tightly, a slew of moans escaping her while her cock pumped her load deep into his mouth. A blinding white covered her vision and made her body tense.

"Mfuck. Fuck…shit…” She mumbled, feeling Hobies hands latch onto the back of her thighs and dig his fingers into her flesh. When she felt him break skin, she gasped, letting his head go free, and watched as he pulled his mouth from her, coughing and trying to catch his breath.

"Oh fuck, I'm sorry! I'm sorry I didn't realize—oh baby-"She stopped as he turned his head to her, a sleazy grin on his face as her cum was left at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't apologize. That was hot, so fucking hot." He dipped his tongue down to her cock again, cleaning up any leftover white that painted her cock and lifting it so he could kiss her, feeling and tasting her cum on his lips.

"Tell you this, babylove, I take you home, I break your back, and we get ice cream after? You know, instead of going to the after-show," He bit her lip and pulled back, watching her think about it and nodding.

"yes. Yeah, I can do that. Id like to do that" Hobie exited the stall first, letting her pack herself up and follow after him.

Immediately leaving the stall, he turned to the entrance, seeing Eddie. Hobie couldn't say that he knew that Eddie would try to find her in the bathroom after leading her there, knowing he was still waiting. He also couldn't say he planned the look he was giving him as he wiped her cum from his lip and sucked it off his thumb while maintaining eye contact. 

“Okay…! Im—oh…” Arabella exited the stall, fixing her skirt and looking at where Hobie was glancing. She gave him a wary smile as Hobie grabbed her hand. Eddie's eyes widened as he saw she was exiting after Hobie.

"Sorry mate, it seems she is coming back with me tonight. Can't make it to the after show but uh…have fun," Hobie smirked, pulling her out of the bathroom as she waved at Eddie and disappeared.

"Hobie…did you know he was there the whole time? Is that why you did that?" Arabella asked, seeing that he was smiling more.

"Can't say that I knew,"

Arabella rolled her eyes, chuckling to herself.

No, Hobie wasn't a jealous guy. But he certainly did like to let people know that Arabella was his and his alone.