Pentakiitty - Kujo

Sade For Vibe Magazine (2001)

i’m just thinking abt hobie …

sitting on his lap, his big hands resting comfortably on your hips. he’s staring up at you, eyes a little low, maybe he’s just tired or maybe they’re tinted a little red as he’s coming down from a high. there’s a small smile on his lips as he watches your eyes run around his face.

“missed you today,” you tell him, voice low and airy like it usually gets when you want him.

his head tilts to the side a bit, he thrusts it out to try and get your gaze to meet his. it works. “yeah?”

you nod, teeth gnawing on your lower lip for a split second. “yeah.”

“what’d you do without me around here?” hes teasing now, looking for a certain answer. one you won’t give him without a little work.

“nothing. jus read a lot. did a little cleaning.”

his eyebrows furrow a bit. “really? that’s no fun.” his fingers start to play with the waistband of your shorts. “thought you said you missed me.”

“i did!” your voice goes up a little and a laugh slips through the words, one that has hobies smile growing.

“eh, i don’t think so. not from what you’re telling me.”

“well, i … you know,” his eyebrows lift to tell you to continue. “i thought about you. a lot.”

“you did?”

a nod from you and hobie figures that you’re not gonna say it yourself at this point.

“touched yourself while thinking about me?” hes so blunt with it, makes your body get hit a little but he’s not wrong. and you’re not a liar.

so you nod, trying to push away any bashfulness. “maybe. just a little.”

his hand has started to gravitate towards your inner thigh, finger tips pushing up beneath the hem of your shorts. you shift to give him more access, legs spreading further, hips pushing towards him. his head dips to the side of your neck, lips kissing their way up until he stops right below your ear lobe.

“hope you didn’t already get your fill.”

thinking abt long dick hobie and how he's such a tease when you first take all of him in you, he'd be so mean afterwards too, making fun of you for getting so easily fucked out but you can't help it ! not when he's that big :((

no this is him at his core like fem!reader

he's all sweet and reassuring during the act of course, rough hands rubbing circles on your hips, deep voice lowly cooing at you, helping you take more and more with just the encouragement.

"jus take deep breaths, yeah? with me," and he leads you in the breathing, slipping more and more of his cock into you each time because today is the day where you finally take it all, he makes sure of it.

"'s big, doll, i know. but you're a big girl. you can take it, eh? there you go, 'atta girl."

and it feels fucking heavenly. having him kiss your cervix like that has your back arching, your eyes rolling back, your toes pointing. there's so much happening, so much of hobie brown filling you up and flooding your senses. it's practically impossible to hold on, even though your nails dig into hobie's wrist and bicep, and your legs hook around his lower back for stability.

but mentally you're gone.

you only have one orgasm even though hobie wants you to take more, but you're so fucking gone that you're just blinking lazily, giggling slightly to yourself, wincing as hobie brings himself to his own orgasm, cock still abusing your walls when he pulls out and pumps himself to completion over your stomach. all the while still teasing you relentlessly.

"surprised you were even able to take it all. tight little cunt sucked me right up."

the teasing doesn't stop when you're obviously spent either. when he's running a warm cloth over your stomach, still rubbing circles into your skin with his free hand.

"fuckin' took it like a champ, but i think you could've done more. done after one? c'mon, you're better than that, babe. should've heard yourself. moaning so loud, whole block knows my name. and that cunt. squelching and screaming almost as loud as you."

oooo i hate depression!!!!

fuckin love ojerime. BRO THIS SONG????

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here.

take it.

cherish it.

sad, sensitive, tired of reading lacan