P.U.N.K. Girl
Imagine your surprise when Gwen walked up to you, smile on her face and mask pulled down, gloved hand brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she waved. 'Hi. I've, um..seen you around before. ___ Parker, right?" "Yeah, Gwendolyn Stacy, I reckon?" Her smile widened, her shoulders releasing tension as she sat next to you. "Yeah, but you can just call me Gwen."
As months went by, you got to know Gwen Stacy. You knew that she had a few buds, had a cop for a father, and had a Peter for a best friend. "An' he just..?" "Yeah. Now I'm here." She tried to give a chipper smile, but she looked so..tired. You stared at her for a moment, Gwen following suit, before you stood up and opened a portal. "C'mon. I'll take you to my dimension, and we could just..talk?
Gwen, who you find yourself very close with, and by extension, Hobie Brown. You've only seen this man a handful of times, the numbers being single digits until you found yourself best buds with Gwen Stacy.
Hobie Brown, the man who finds himself in your universe, contrasting with the depressing hues of purple with his vibrant pink as he leans on you with a shit-eating grin. Hobie Brown who you find yourself enamoured with as soon as you hear about him through Gwen, and Hobie Brown who you can't keep your hands off of.
It felt like a daily occurrence to have your hand on his waist. It felt normal to brush your fingers with his arm whenever you could, and it felt normal for you to keep him in your arms when you found yourself alone with him.
Hobie Brown was persistent as always, approaching you with a cocky smile and slinging an arm around you and giving sly whispers in your ear. He would light up the room with his colours, the blue soon becoming all you see as you go to your own dimension, Hobie following with a blissful smile.
His knees were slightly scuffed as he sat on the rooftop with you, but he couldn't find it in him to care–not today. His pants were pulled down, revealing his cunt to the cool air of your drab dimension as your purple-hued fingers collided with his devilishly hot pink pussy. It felt like a complete and utter dream to have him with you like this, squealing and leaning into your touch with a soft smile on his face, his skin warm until the cool breeze of your dimension. "We..we gonna fuck under the moon, huh?" Hobie's voice was no different, filled with cheekiness, but his eyes held a different story as they gazed at you, filled with lust. The atmosphere felt soft, familiar, and comfortably warm as you prepared Hobie, his slick sticking to your fingers and staining them baby pink. Your thumb rubbing his cock only seems to motivate him more as he runs his fingers over your skin, drawing messy hearts as Hobie clenched around your fingers with a drawn out moan.
Hobie Brown who you watch fold in bliss and shake with sensitivity as you slide yourself into his perfect hole. Hobie Brown who can't help but let out a shaky sigh as you grab his hips and move him up and down, his slick making your cock glisten with pink and blue accents. His skin is damp–it serves as a reminder of what you guys are doing together on this roof, and his stomach can't help but clench when you pull your mask up and kiss him. Every moment of this feels passionate, personal–it makes Hobie's heart flutter and his thighs shake as he hears the wet smacks of skin against skin. Hobie feels like he's on the top of the world as he shifts colours, mimicking a disco ball as he rides you as if he needed you. It's only when his walls clamp your cock does he stop, soft sobs leaving him as his long fingers brush against your chest.
The night ends with Hobie feverishly kissing you, holding onto you as if you'd dissapear from him forever. Your curls brush against his cheek and he can't help but smile into the kiss. The moonlight illuminates the both of you as you hold each other on the roof, waiting for the buzz of stimulation to wear off.
Now, he finds himself in your apartment, cozied up in your room. Hobie can't help but snuggle up into your cozy bed, staring at the ceiling as he finds himself knackered. Water sits on the bedside table and the walls are lined with pictures of you and your family. The ache between his legs make him let out a soft sigh, a small smile creeping up on him. He mindlessly draws circles on the sheets with his fingers, his skin a hue of purple. Hobie can't help but feel as if he belongs here, as if he belongs in this very bed, this very dimension.