Cafe
You were a generally nervous person, despite your sense of style. You'd use your art as a way to hide, the women of every shape and colour effectively keeping the attention off of you as you put them in glittery outfits and makeup. You were just as shy when it came to your relationship with Hobie Brown, but he didn't mind. It gave him more of a responsibility to show you off in ways you hadn't even dared think of.
So when you invited him to your universe, talking about a cute little cafe you just had to visit with him, he was ecstatic!
"Jesus Christ, Hobie. Where're you going at..eight in the morning?!" Gwen spoke in an exhausted tone, hair a mess as she watched her friend make his room more of a mess than it had already been. "[Y/N] asked me out." "At eight in the morning..?" She crossed her arms and huffed, a sly smile on her face as she went back to the couch. "Whatever. You'll know where to find me if you guys end up fighting some weird alternate Black Cat. Tell me how it goes!"
He's stupid early for your guys' date, giving a polite nod to whoever passes him, ignoring their stares and impolite pointing at his clothes that stood out against the pastel building. Hobie's nervous. It's not because of the people staring at his spiked jacket, plaid pants, or his leather boots, no. It's because of you and what'll happen when you come. The world becomes silent and he gets stuck in his head, worrying about how'll you take in his appearance, his way of drawing attention, his- "Hobie!" You were at his side immediately, gloved hands reaching for his. "Hey, sweetheart." "Why're you just standing outside? Come on, let's go in."
You only had eyes for him, legs crossed and letting your head sit in your hands as you watched him with a smile. "Is it good?" "..It's okay." You only hum at his words, watching him look around and take his surroundings in with another long sip of his drink. "You know, the owner's a really nice lady. I found out about this place because she was just giving out fliers outside! I'm happy I came though, the place is really nice!" You spoke with glee, reaching for his free hand with a soft look. "It means a lot that you came. Usually you don't like coming here." "Oh! No..not that, just." It's just that he feels annoyed that people in your universe have a knack for staring. Nonetheless, you don't notice and continue to pester Hobie about how good what he has is, even asking for a sip.
You held his hand without a care in the world, leaning close to him as you walked him back to your loft.
"You know, this is the first time we've gotten to my place without you having to leave last minute." You giggle as you lean on his chest, pressed up against him as you tease him. "What can I say? 'M a busy lad, and Big Boss ain't gonna let me forget it." "I think it's nice, but it just sucks. I wish I could just..keep you to myself. Keep you here without any worry. Is..is that okay to admit?" He doesn't miss a beat, pulling you close and kissing you straight on the lips, smearing his lipstick without a care in the world. You pull back with a stupid grin on your face, trying to silence your squeal before you go back for another kiss, your smile practically wide as you do. Hobie's arm had just began to get comfortable around your waist until you pull back again, your face warm and your lips coloured a faint black. "We..we can-.." You look upstairs, to the bedroom, and he feels his head go light as you stand up with little hesitation and grab his hands.
With how feverishly you kissed him, he didn't have much time to tease you on how eager you were, but it didn't really bother Hobie. Your outfit was long discarded, leaving you to press against him in underwear. "You're so..-" His words come out as a mumble as he feels your teeth against his bottom lip, nibbling at the skin. "So damn eager. I like it." Hobie takes a minute to breathe, the first time in ages, it seemed. He swallowed spit and sat up as you started to tug at his clothes. "Take it off. Please."
He ends holding you close, moaning softly in your ear as you ride him at your pace, hands firm on his shoulders as you do. You can't help but be so warm under his fingers, and he can't help but become so docile, so pliant as you slowly unravel him and fuck him into you. It gives him time to notice things, to notice you. The way your eyes scrunched up while taking him, the way you avoided digging your nails into his skin, and the way you bloodied your bottom lip by chewing on it. "Bite me." Hobie whines out, pushing himself against you without a second thought as he asks. He feels your eyelashes flutter against him, the way you plant your lips instead of your teeth, and the way you let out a shaky breath as he paws at your hips. "C'mon." "You sure? I don't want to-" "Just do it. C'mon, bite me like you're proper pissed at me." He feels you snort at his wording, a wide smile against his skin, and he only nudges closer to feel your canines. Hobie only lets out a small gasp as he feels you try to sink them in, eyes rolling back as you begin to hump his cock and leave marks on his neck.
The next morning, he wakes up raw, hissing at the material of your baby blue blankets rubbing against his soft cock. You're holding onto him, and he can't help himself, leaning into your touch before remembering just how late it is in his universe. "You're leaving..already?" You ask when you notice him out of bed. Your sleepwear makes him contemplate staying for a few more hours with you, but he only shakes his head and puts up his wrist that held his watch. "Gotta get home to Gwendy. She really wants to hear 'bout you and-" "Is it because of my universe? I...I know you're not really fond of my art and the people-" "No! Oh, no. Takes a lot to get me miffed, and I love y'art. The..the colours are..!" Hobie rushes with his words, pulling on his plaid clothes and fumbling through a closet once he finds his shirt stained. "You can't stay just for a few minutes, Hobie?" He can hear you start to tear up, and he drops your dress shirt, a long sigh in place of his usual huffs, and he slinks back into your glittery sheets. You quickly hug him to you, a satisfied look on your face. "..Thank you." "Anything f'you."