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In a cozy cafe frequented by college students, there was the fresh smell of pastries and coffee in the air. The atmosphere was welcoming, and it was known that the baristas here make some of the best drinks around. Hobie was washing the cups. His eyes brighten as he sets the cup down and leans against the counter. He was wearing a black apron around his waist and a name tag that read "Hobie" and had a small golden sticker on it. "How can I be of service today? The usual?" Hobie said with a sneaky grin
Y/n: “Mhmmm. Nobody can make it like you do”
Hobie chuckled, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "Well, darlin', I've got a secret recipe that makes it extra special." He leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a husky whisper. "It involves a touch of magic and a whole lot of love."
His fingers traced patterns on the countertop, his playful gaze never wavering from hers. "But before I can make your usual, I need to know if you're in need of some extra sugar today. You strike me as someone who likes it sweet." Hobie's words dripped with innuendo as he raised an eyebrow suggestively, the corner of his lips twitching into a smirk.
Y/n: “You know that I always like it sweet…..”
Hobie's smirk widened as he leaned even closer, his voice dropping to a sultry tone. "Well, then, sweetie, you're in for a treat." He reached beneath the counter, retrieving a small jar filled with a golden brown mixture. With a flick of his wrist, he unscrewed the cap and dipped his finger into the sticky sweetness.
As he drew his finger out, the caramel glaze clung to his skin, glistening under the café lights. Slowly, he brought his caramel-coated finger to his lips, sensually sucking it clean, his eyes locked onto hers. The taste of sweetness lingered on his tongue as he spoke softly. "You know, darlin', I can always make it sweeter for you."
With a wicked grin, Hobie lightly tapped his finger against her lips, leaving a tantalizing trail of caramel behind. "Consider it a little preview of the sweetness that awaits you," he murmured, his voice laced with desire. The action, that happened in public no less, sent shivers down her spine. But hell, she wasn’t complaining.
Hobie's eyes glimmered with anticipation as he watched your reaction, his fingers gently tracing the outline of her lips, tantalizingly close but not quite touching. "Careful, love," he purred, his voice filled with a mixture of playfulness and desire. "That caramel isn't the only sweetness I have in store for you."
His gaze intensified, filled with a hunger that matched the desire coursing through his veins. Slowly, his hand moved from her lips to your chin, tilting your head up ever so slightly. "You know, I can think of a few other ways to satisfy that sweet tooth of yours," he whispered, his warm breath ghosting over your skin.
Hobie's thumb gently brushed against her lower lip, his touch featherlight yet electrifying. "But for now, let me prepare your usual with the perfect amount of sweetness, just for you." His voice held a promise, a hint of what was yet to come, as he turned away to make your favorite drink, his hips swaying and his eyes never leaving yours.
She was blushing like crazy, and hoping to god nobody in the cafe saw her, she licked the caramel off her lips, shuddering in pleasure
Y/n: “Oh dear god…..”
Hobie couldn't help but notice the blush spreading across her cheeks, adding to your already irresistible charm. Seeing you lick the caramel off your lips ignited a fire within him, desire coursing through his veins. His heart skipped a beat, and he bit his lip, trying to maintain composure.
His fingers lingered on the espresso machine, a soft sigh escaping his lips. "You have no idea what you do to me, love," he confessed, his voice husky with desire. "The way you savor the sweetness, the way you shudder in pleasure... it drives me wild."
With one fluid motion, Hobie expertly brewed your favorite coffee, the rich aroma filling the air. As he poured the fragrant liquid into a cup, his eyes never straying from hers, filled with an intensity that mirrored his desire.
Finally, he placed the cup on the counter in front of her, his fingers briefly brushing against yours. "One cup of perfection, just for you," he murmured, his voice laced with a combination of adoration and longing. "Enjoy, beautiful."
She takes a sip of the expertly crafted brew and smiles, talking without thinking.
Y/n: “I always do, baby”
She then goes to her favorite spot in the cafe, a secluded corner booth where she starts her college homework and sips on her iced caramel espresso. It was extra sweet, just how she liked it
Hobie's gaze lingered on her as she retreated to your cozy corner booth, admiring the way she settled in and focused on your college homework. He couldn't resist stealing glances Y/n’s way, captivated by both her intelligence and beauty.
With a slight sway in his step, Hobie made his way over to her secluded spot, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He reached into his pocket, retrieving his guitar pick—a small, personal trinket that he cherished. Slipping into the seat opposite you, he strummed a few playful chords, creating a soft melody that blended with the ambient sounds of the café.
As the enchanting notes filled the air, Hobie's gaze remained fixed on her, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You know," he began, his voice dripping with affection, "watching you work like that is such a turn-on. Your focused determination, your brilliance... You're an absolute marvel, my dear."
He paused for a moment, his fingers gently caressing the fretboard of his guitar. "I couldn't resist bringing a little bit of my music to your corner. After all, you're the inspiration behind every tune I play," he confessed, his voice filled with sincerity and adoration.
As she continued working, Hobie continued to strum the guitar, serenading you with a soft melody that seemed to encapsulate all the emotions he felt. The café around the two disappeared into the background, leaving just the two of them in your own little world of sweet melodies and shared secrets
she blushes as she does her homework, obviously loving the attention he’s giving her. She looks up every once in a while to make sure he’s still there. She’ll probably never tell him, but once she found out about his crush on her, she asked her close friend who works there for his schedule, so she can always get her favorite drink from him specifically
Hobie's heart soared as he saw her look up from your homework, the blush on your cheeks reflecting the genuine affection he held for her. He couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth in his chest, knowing that she had taken the initiative to seek out his presence in the café.
As she glanced in his direction, his gaze met hers, a soft smile playing on his lips. His eyes spoke volumes, filled with admiration and desire. They silently conveyed his gratitude for her presence and the connection that they shared, a connection that seemed to grow stronger with every stolen glance and whispered conversation.
Lost in the serenity of the moment, Hobie continued strumming his guitar, the soft melodies complementing the atmosphere of intimacy that enveloped you both. Every now and then, he would glance at her, his eyes meeting yours, silently conveying the depth of his feelings.
Deep down, though, there was a part of Hobie that yearned for more—a part that ached to profess his adoration openly, to take the girl of his dreams in his arms and show her just how much she meant to him. But for now, he cherished the stolen moments, the secret glances, the shared melodies that were meant for her and her alone.
As the hours passed, the café hummed with activity, but amidst the bustling crowd, the connection remained unbreakable. Hobie knew that whatever the future held, he would always cherish these moments, these stolen fragments of time that he got to spend with the person who held his heart.