YUHHH THE FINISHED PRODUCT OF THE LIL HOBIE THING I DID THE OTHER DAY 😩🫶🏻

YUHHH THE FINISHED PRODUCT OF THE LIL HOBIE THING I DID THE OTHER DAY 😩🫶🏻

Height Difference.

hobie x short/ chubby fem! reader.

WARNINGS: light smut (nun too serious, a lil thigh kissing and marking, a lil chest kissing and marking) no use of y/n, and hobie being a lil ass🫶🏻, and reader is bi. good stuff is under the cut.

enjoyyyy<3

You walked around the show hall, calling softly.

“Hobie?”

You couldn't see him anywhere. That is, until you heard a distant, "Yes?!" He seemed annoyed.

You looked up to see him sitting on top of a large speaker high up on the wall. "What do you want?"

Your eyes widened as you looked up at him before putting your focus on a stray seam in your skirt and picking at it.

“Uhm… You okay?”

He sighed.

“I’m fine. I just had to get some space. That's all." He glanced down at you. "Why are you calling for me?"

“You were just not with everyone else.”

You finally got the seam out. “Also, do I look okay?” You gesture to your outfit, which consisted of an old cropped band tee that hugged your breasts nicely, a red and black plaid skirt, a denim sleeveless vest, a studded belt around your waist, and black hightop platform heels.

"You look fine," Hobie said nonchalantly. He tilted his head back against the wall.

"Why do you care about how you look anyways?"

“Cus… It’s my first show with you guys. You lot have done this before. I haven’t. I wanna look decent, at the very least.”

You play with a coil of your hair anxiously.

"Don't fret it too much," Hobie said, "If you look too good, the girls might go crazy for you."

He smirked.

“Wouldn’t want that, would you?”

You roll your eyes and mutter.

“The guys don’t go crazy for me, I wouldn’t mind having a lil girl on girl action with another female. At least it’s something.”

"...You're Bi?"

Hobie seemed surprised by this answer.

“Yea.”

Hobie thought for a moment.

"You know, I'm bi too." Hobie looked at you, seeming to ponder.

"If you're looking for something..." He looked to the crowd, where they were setting up the equipment.

"Want to come up here and, y'know..."

You raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Come up there and what?”

"And... you know..." Hobie leaned forward, looking right at you.

"You and me... alone together."

He smirked back, eyes piercing though you. You rolled your eyes and tried to climb up with a huff. But you were short, and had tiny legs.

Hobie looked at you with pure amusement.

"Aww, you poor thing. What, can't reach me up here?" He scooted forward, getting closer to you. His face now closer to yours.

You scowled at him and pouted. “Not everyone can be frost giants like you, Hobie.”

He got closer, now sitting on the edge of the speaker and looking down at you.

"I'll make an exception for you, you tiny thing." He smirked, putting a hand out for you to take.

You take his hand, a small pout still on your plump lips. Hobie lifted you over his shoulder with ease, getting a nice view as he put you down beside him on the speaker. He smirked.

"See? Even frost giants make exceptions." In a smooth motion, he reached his arm around you and pulled you in close.

"We could hang out here for a while..."

You roll your eyes, your cheeks flushing lightly. “What are you smirking about?”

"Hm? What, you want me to say it?" Hobie smirked.

He pulled you back tighter around him, your head now resting against his chest. "I thought you were all tough, but look at you now."

“How am I supposed to be tough though? I’m short, and chubby. Not much toughness to have.”

"Hey, you might be cute and short, but I wouldn't say you're chubby. You're perfectly thick."

Hobie put his head back against the wall, wrapping the other arm around you to hold you more firmly.

He sighed, "God, why is this so comfy?"

You smile and lean into his chest a bit more, bringing your hand to the one that was wrapped around you and lacing your fingers with his.

Hobie's face turned pink as he blushed a bit, not expecting you to have put your hand on his.

He stayed silent for a moment, letting you lean in.

"Hey..." He said quietly.

“Hmm.”

You held your hand that was holding his up, noticing the difference in size. You turned his palm towards you and placed your palm on his, looking at the different lengths of your fingers.

His palm was about twice the size of yours, his fingers being longer than yours.

He stared down to see what you were doing, and chuckled when he noticed.

"You like the difference in our sizes?" A smirk curled up on his face.

“ ‘S not funny. Makes me feel tiny. But also… Safe, at the same time.”

You had a slight pout on your lips as you took one of your fingers and traced along the lines of his palm. “You’re so much bigger than me, you know? You could probably do whatever you wanted.”

His blush got more noticeable as what you were saying hit in. He gulped.

"I... You know I like being in control," He looked at you with a smirk, "But I wouldn't do 'whatever'.

"After all, I have a thing for... tiny little things."

You looked up at him, giving him doe eyes as the color of your irises and the brown of his clashed.

“Yea? Well… If you wouldn’t do ‘whatever’, what would you do?”

His face got more and more pink, his tone getting quieter and quieter. "I uh... I... Well... You know..." He said, his voice being a whisper at this point.

Hobie looked at you and swallowed one last time.

"I'd rather not say..."

“Cmon.”

You smirked, your heavy gaze traveling to his lips for just a split second.

“Tell me. Use your words, Hobie.”

He looked at you and sighed.

"Well... I... You're so cute... I'd want to..." He swallowed.

He looked at you and raised a single eyebrow as he stared down at you. "I want to make out with you..." His cheeks were bright red at this point.

You smirk, your cheeks flushed as you turn around, still sitting in between his legs. “You do?”

He smirked, his gaze being right down at your lips.

Hobie nodded, still with that smug look on his face. "I want to make out with you, so, so bad..."

You sat down, your lips slightly parted, and your already thick thighs squishing together with the movement, making your skirt ride up, exposing the soft, plush skin of your thighs.

“I want the same.” You were breathless, and spoke quietly.

Hobie looked down at you, noticing your skirt and looking back up at you. He smirked.

"Oh, do you?~ Then we'll make it that way..." Hobie leaned in close, wrapping both of his arms around you.

"You are so... soft..." His free hand came down and began to caress your thick thighs.

You flushed and looked at his lap for a second.“Can I- Ahem. Can I sit? I-in your lap?”

"You want..." He had a devious smirk on his face. "...To sit on my lap?"

Hobie chuckled, looking down at you with a mischievous grin. "Don't blame me if I can't control myself, alright?~"

You nodded and climbed into his lap, straddling him. You tried your best to keep your weight off of him as much as possible, feeling too heavy.

"Hey, don't worry." He said softly, caressing your thighs again. "I like my girls a little thick anyways."

"I'm enjoying this." He said, his voice being low. Hobie smirked, still caressing your thighs.

I placed my hands on his chest, drawing small circles on his pectoral muscles through his shirt.

“ ‘M not too heavy, right?” You kept your eyes averted, embarrassed that you might be hurting him.

Hobie chuckled, "You're adorable. No you're not too heavy. In fact... I like this."

Hobie kept touching your thighs, his hands now moving to your hair and gently stroking it.

"I can tell you're nervous. Why?~"

“Cus… I’m bigger than most girls. I don’t wanna be doing something with you and end up like… hurting you.”

You kept your eyes on the speaker below you as you spoke. “That’s always been a fear of mine. It’s why I’ve barely done anything. I had a boyfriend once, he asked me to uhm… R-ride him, but then told me I was too heavy.”

He smirked and kissed one of your ears.

"Well, you don't have to worry about me... In all honesty... I'm really enjoying this."

He placed both of his hands on your legs, lightly sliding them back and forth. "I mean, just look at those legs... They're gorgeous."

Hobie's voice was almost a whisper as he spoke. "I could eat them up..."

“R-really?”

Your face was flushed, and your pink lips slightly parted and sparkly from your lipgloss.

He smirked and nodded. "Oh yeah..."

Hobie looked up at your lips and his smirk grew. "And I've got my eye on something else..."

He looked back down at your thighs as he squeezed them."Y'know, I'm getting thirsty..."

Once again his tone was in a whisper.

“Then get a drink.”

Your lashes brushed your cheeks as your eyes went half lidded, gaze glued onto his hands that stayed on your thighs.

Hobie glanced up and saw your half-lidded, lustful eyes. He chuckled and said, "That's not the thirst I'm talking about, sweetheart..."

He squeezed your thighs and turned his head, kissing one of your legs. "God, those thighs look so succulent... Can I have a taste?"

You nodded your head, and bit your lip softly.

You felt Hobie's lips press against your thigh. They stayed there for a moment, and then, they began to slide... up and up and up... inching their way up. Your eyes widened and your breathing became heavier, your face a deep scarlet.

Hobie looked up to you, his eyes staring into yours. "You're liking this, aren't you, sweetheart?"

You whimper quietly, your nails digging into your palm as you nodded.

His tongue pushed out of his mouth, tasting your thick thigh as he pressed his lips against your skin once again. "God, you taste... amazing..."

He slid his tongue out again, making it slide even higher. "Don't be shy now, love, let me taste you all~"

“Mnh- H-Hobie~” His tongue continued to slowly slide up your thigh, eventually reaching your stomach.

He stayed there for a moment, staring at you as if asking for permission to continue. "Please, love... Let me...?"

You nodded and sighed happily. “G-go ahead.”

His tongue touched your stomach for a moment and you felt it wiggle a bit before retracting again. "That was nice.... but... I want more."

His tongue shot out once more, sliding slowly towards your chest. "May I..?"

“Yea.”

His tongue touched your chest for a moment before sliding up towards your neck, licking and tasting the skin. Hobie looked up at you as he licked.

He then slid his tongue down the side of your neck, his free hand now moving to grab the back of your head, holding you in place as he continued to lick.

You hum and tug on your shirt lightly. “You want it off, Hobie?”

Hobie didn't say anything, but instead slid his tongue up along your chin. You could feel it touch your bottom lip and he stayed there for a moment.

Hobie was blushing like crazy, unable to speak as he stared at your lips so close to his tongue.

You kissed him softly before lifting the shirt over your head, revealing your breasts in a light pink lingerie bra, with a small red ribbon in the center.

Hobie looked down at your breasts, his face still warm as he stared and his jaw dropped.

"Holy... they're nice..."

You giggle softly and blush. “Thank you.”

Hobie's face got even more red as his eyes darted back to your eyes. He was speechless, still holding your head in place as he stared right at you.

"They're..."

He cleared his throat.

"God, I'm drooling... Could I... Taste?"

You nod, a light blush settled on your cheeks, and you smiled softly. The rest of the world faded away, and Hobie brought his lips down to the soft skin of your chest, sucking and biting softly.

You bit back a noise at his touch, and he moved around your chest, leaving blooming hickeys in his wake. Bringing your hands to his shoulders, you let your head fall back, and he went to go pull the strap of your bra down.

“Oi! The bloody hell are the two of ya doin’?”

You jump at the sound of your bassist’s voice, and scrambled to pull your shirt back over your head, an embarrassed flush covering your face. Hobie, however, just sighed, annoyed at the interruption.

“What’s it look like I’m doin’, mate? You’re interrupting.”

He glared down at your bandmate, and yo buried your face in the crook of his neck.

“I have zero fucks to give. Get your asses down here, we have a sound check that needs to be done. And be quick about it, yeah?”

Hobie scoffed and pushed you off of him gently, climbing off the speaker and holding his arms out to help you down.

You both walk to the stage, holding each other’s pinkies, him looking smug, you looking highly mortified that the two of you were caught.

“I was probably too loud, I’m sorry, Hobie.”

“ ‘S okay, love.”

He leaned in, smirk deepening.

“I’ll just have to finish what I started later.”