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HEADCANONS 🎀
sexting hamzah
hamzah w/ perv reader
hamzah w/ hello kitty girl reader
hamzah w/ a size kink
FULL-LENGTH FICS 🎀
making a sex tape with hamzah
having a flirty friendship with hamzah that becomes more
Most of the links - the content has already been removed :(
twitter is SOOO annoying so make sure u open the links in the app cuz sometimes they don’t work in browser, but rn all the links on the pt2 are still up for me 😓😓 elon ruined that app so bad
taking late night drives with hamzah, who pulls over when the tension between you two gets too heated and he can’t hold himself back from you any longer.
hamzah who likes missionary better because he can look you in the eyes.
hamzah who’s obsessed with how big his strong hands look on your tiny body.
hamzah has always been big on eye contact. it’s a gentle thing for him, bringing him comfort when you look him in the eyes, whether it’s during conversation or when your mouth is on his cock.
that road head fic.. yuuupp
mornings with hamzah.. when he wakes up hard thinking about you <33
hamzah who likes to record fucking you from his pov so he can jerk off to it later.
finally getting your own place with hamzah and being able to be as loud as you want.
hamzah is literally the biggest munch I know. will drop anything if u offer to sit on his face.
need the sloppiest grossest messiest sex with hamzah immediately
showing how greatful you are for the way your boyfriend cares about you.
notes: I MISSED WRITING SO MUCH. before I left I had an idea based on this ask + another ask to make a fic about hamzah giving u head, receiving, and giving him a handjob, and I was gonna make them 3 lil short blurbs but i kinda got carried away and decided to just make 3 fics.
contains: kinda dubious consent, road head, the sloppiest toppy you’ve ever seen
wc: 2k 🎀
it’s not uncommon for your boyfriend to get sick of being indoors. it’s almost like an itch, driving him to get out, move, go do something to keep him from bed-rotting.
it’s a feeling becoming far too familiar this morning, creeping up into hamzah’s head because he’s just so suffocated by the house around him. his bed doesn’t feel comforting anymore, just messy and overwhelming. it stresses him out.
the feeling starts to get visible when you watch as he starts doing that thing where he bounces his leg up and down as fast as he can.
“you good?” you ask, looking up at him from your side of the bed. you’ve known him for long enough to know that something’s up - now you just need to go through the 3-4 things that could actually be wrong and figure out what’s bothering him.
“just.. bored.” he says, shrugging to himself. it’s a surface level response, not letting you in as deep as you’d like to be, but it gives you all the information you need.
“y’wanna go for a drive?” you ask, first solution coming to mind. it shocks him for a second, how you’ve come up with the perfect solution given nothing to work with, before he remembers that you know him better than anyone. of course you can guess that he’s restless.
“how did you-“ he says, cutting himself off because he really doesn’t need to argue with you. “yeah, I do.”
“I’ll go with you.” you say, shrugging the blanket you were nicely tucked into off of you in one swift movement. he jerks a little, noticing the way you seemed comfortable under the covers.
“you don’t have to-“ he stutters, but you’ve already made your way out of the bed to get ready.
“want to. it’s fine.” you mutter as you walk to the bathroom. “plus, i’m hungry. this is like, the perfect opportunity to force you to take me through a drive thru.”
not much time passes before you’re hamzah’s passenger princess, dropping to the side of your boyfriend and cranking the seat back to whatever makes you comfortable. as if it’s an instinct, one of his hands creeps it’s way to your thigh, slowly rubbing the flesh. you’ve noticed that physical touch seems to comfort him, even if it’s as small as just having a hand on you.
you tap your fingers on the dash in a rhythmic pattern as he drives, subconsciously trying to pass the time. he looks over at you, noticing your restlessness, and shooting a quick smile at you before focusing himself back onto the road. it makes your heart thump a little harder for a second, and you melt back into your seat.
“have to go to the gas station,” he mumbles, eyes still locked in on the road. “pick up some stuff.“ all you can do is just reply with a soft “mhmm,” knowing from his tone that he’s probably got a lot on his mind.
it’s not long before he’s pulling into a parking lot, tapping your thigh with his hand before he pulls it away to open the door. “be right back, love you.” he mutters; a small comment, but it means the world to you. it’s the way he goes out of his way to make sure you’re safe, knowing he’s not going to be gone long - it’s a sweet gesture.
you’re finding yourself staring out the window into space for a few minutes, before you flinch at the sound of the door opening again. suddenly, you’re melting into your seat again - this time, with a warm smile.
there hamzah is, few things in hand - most notably, an arizona tea can in your favorite flavor. something you didn’t even have to ask for, but he still thought of. your stomach flips and it hits you;
he really cares.
he shoves himself back into his seat, nonchalantly handing you the tea and cracking open an energy drink for himself. you just keep staring at him while he gets comfortable, a adoring glare in your eyes. he doesn’t notice it until he buckles his seatbelt and looks over at you, doing a double take when he realizes how intensely you’re staring.
“what?” he chuckles, searching your face.
“you’re so sweet.” you say, a mix between a smile and a frown on your face forming as you hold your drink in your hands. he looks back at you like you’re crazy.
“it’s just like, a drink-“ he replies back, confused at your demeanor. you roll your eyes.
“you don’t get it.” you sigh, lovingly. “like, I didn’t even have to ask. you just.. thought of me.” you duck your head, softly smiling while rubbing your fingers together.
“i guess.” he replies back as the engine of your car revs, still not understanding why you’re so amused by a simple act. “just wanted to see you smile.”
you think you can feel yourself melting.
he places his hand back on your thigh again as he gets back on the road, and you come to a realization.
you want to give this man the sloppiest, most earth-shattering head he’ll ever experience.
“hamzahhh..” you mumble, looking up at him with those big, glossy eyes, because you know it’ll get it to him. he looks over at you, staggering his attention between your face and the road. he lets out a little “hm?” in response to the sound of his name, making sure you’re okay.
this time, you move a hand over to his thigh, gently tracing the fabric of his shorts with your fingers while you contemplate your next move. his thighs are so fucking beefy and bulky and you think your panties are completely soaked.
“can i-“ you start, cutting yourself off when you realize what you’re about to say. you decide to move your hands a little higher before you say what’s on your mind, ever-so-slightly palming him through his shorts. he lets out a small whine, eyes losing focus on the road.
“what are you-“ he cuts himself off, nearly gasping at the impetuous feeling of your hands creeping up on him. you can tell he’s trying to keep himself from giving in to your touch.
“i wanna suck your dick like, so bad right now.”
hamzah grips the steering wheel as tight as he possibly can.
“yeah- t-that’s- yeah. okay.” he manages to get out, gasping for air. his hips rock upwards, pressing himself into your hands. “fuck- please.”
you give yourself a sly smile, celebrating your success as you reach a hand into his pants. you have to pull his shirt up a little for full access, revealing the hair of his happy trail peeking out - a sight that always gets you going. he’s already letting out a breathy moan the second your hand comes in contact with his cock, pulling it out of his boxers.
“love you s’much hamzah.” you mumble, voice drunken with bliss as you watch him grow in your hand. there’s already precum dribbling over the tip, which you swipe away with your thumb, causing him to shiver and choke on his breath a bit.
as you start to move your hands up and down the length in front of you, a tension builds. you can tell he’s struggling to focus on the road, taking desperate peeks down at the sight below him. you click your tongue.
“keep your eyes on the road, baby.” you say, making eye contact with him as you fingers wrap around his cock.
hamzah thinks he might have just died then and there.
he grumbles as he follows your orders, sweating as he locks his eyes on the road in front of him. it’s almost a little funny, knowing how desperate he is to see the scene below him. you giggle at his obedience before you flip your hair over your shoulder, mouth sinking onto his cock.
“fuck-“ hamzah jolts, feeling your lips drag across his length. “you’re so fucking hot, oh my god.” he lets out, shuddering.
you let out a laugh around his cock, and he decides he can’t take it anymore. eyes still locked on the road, he moves a hand down from the steering wheel and gathers your hair with it. before you know it, he’s created a makeshift ponytail in his hand, tugging at it and pushing your head down.
you gag a little, his cock being shoved down your throat from the mixture of him pushing your head and thrusting his hips upwards. it’s uncomfortable, but watching him take control like this is so euphoric to you - it cancels out.
you hollow your cheeks, letting out a content hum when you feel your nose make contact with the bushy hair around his cock, buried as deep as it possibly can be inside the warmth of your mouth. hamzah isn’t that mean though, so he uses his grip on your hair to pull you off for a breath.
you use your break to gather the saliva in your mouth from the intrusion of his dick, spitting it straight onto his cock, and using your hand to jerk him off with your self-made lubricant. he stays verbal, moaning as the grip on your hair gets tighter.
“didn’t know you were this much of a fucking slut.”
huh.
you like that-
you like that a lot.
his words motivate you to take control, sinking your head back down onto his cock. he moans, then lets out a low chuckle.
“y’like that, huh?” he asks, taking a glance down as he watches you nod, dick still shoved down your throat.
“such a fucking- god,” he stops himself, rocking his hips against your mouth. “such a whore, can’t have her lips off of my fucking cock for five f-fucking seconds. has to suck me off in the car, couldn’t wait until we got home-“ he rambles as his hips buck into your lips.
“fuck- baby.”
you can feel tears building up in the corners of your eyes as you continue working your tongue around his cock while it stays warm in the deep cavern of your throat. you’re shocked at how hamzah hasn’t given up and just crashed the car at this point, from the way his hips slam up into you, silently begging for stimulation.
“gonna fucking cum- shit.” he warns, struggling to get his words out. it only makes you bob your head up and down his shaft faster - he takes it as a silent invitation.
Before you can process what’s happening, there’s a twitch followed by a warmth hitting the back of your throat. it makes you gag a bit before you’re able to regain control and swallow, pulling off.
you’re immediately met with the sight of a disheveled hamzah, sweaty and fucked-out, blankly staring at the road in front of you. it’s not until you process that you’re on the road, which immediately moves your eyes to the speedometer, going a solid 20 above the speed limit.
“hamzah, holy shit, slow down.” you giggle. he needs to take a breather before he slowly nods and complies, slowing the car.
the next thing you notice is the way his cock is still out in the open, covered in a mix of cum and slobber. you wipe your mouth on your sleeve and then carefully shove his half-hard cock back into his pants; it elicits a small shiver from the boy. it’s kind of cute like this, watching him so fucked out of his mind he can barely communicate.
he fixes his posture as he begins to come back to life, rubbing his furrowed brow with one of his hands.
“holy fuck, baby.” he trails off. it’s what he says next in that blissed-out tone that really gets you.
“good fuckin’ girl.”
now that you’ve cleaned up after him, your only responsibility is to make sure he feels comforted. you rest your head on his shoulder from the passenger seat, snuggling up to his lax arm while watching him drive.
I AM BACK!!!! omfg. after being a little stupid i got put on probation for the 2nd time and couldn’t have my phone for three months.. I MISSED U GUYS. i feel sb for suddenly leaving and I’ve been wanting to get back into writing even more badly. THE CAMPING AND THE VACATION VLOGS.. i missed my MANNNNN
my question is would u guys still be interested in reading my work? i haven’t been able to look at tumblr or tiktok etc, but I’m hoping ppl still have interest in hamzah and i miss writing for him lowkey
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i would be interested in more of your writing
I’ve lost interest
Voting ended onSep 15, 2024
thank u guys SO SO MUCH for all the support on my work, i missed y’all and i feel literally so bad for randomly disappearing ☹️
haiii idk if you saw the most recent podcast episode BUTT hamzah said he likes it when people sit/stand on him and it literally made me have to do a lap around my room, can we get a one shot of face sitting pretty please 😞😞😞
taste so sweet
cw: face sitting, oral (f. receiving), porn w no plot.
sorry chat this one was short and kinda bad😔 had to throw in a lil side profile cuz big nose = insanely good pussy eating skills
MDNI
"now, sit back and relax, i wanna take care of you." hamzahs eyes light up at the suggestion, and he leans back against the pillows, watching you with lust-filled eyes as you position yourself above his face. "what are you thinking of?" he asks "i think you know, very well" you say, lowering your pussy onto his mouth.
he doesn't need any further encouragement. he dives in, licking and sucking at your swollen clit while you ride his face “taste so sweet, baby”. you moan loudly, your head thrown back in pleasure. his strong hands grip your thighs, holding you in place as he devours you.
you move your hips in time with his tongue, grinding yourself against his mouth. the pleasure builds quickly, coiling tight in your core. "oh fuck, i’m so close," you gasp, your fingers tangling in his curls. hamzah hums in approval, his fingers digging into your flesh as he continues to feast on your pussy.
you cry out his name as the orgasm washes over you, your body trembling. hamzah laps up your juices, extending your orgasm until you're a quivering mess. you collapse onto the bed beside him, spent and satisfied. he turns to face you, his eyes shining with love and desire, you lean in for a kiss, giggling.
you and hamzah break tension after js being friends for a while! (ik there’s hella stories like this but i rlly like ur writing and i want diff story lines if that makes sense)
i wanted to write smth from hamzahs pov,
inspired by @buuniebaby : not a lot just forever
(jj ur the loml marry me plz)
everything i’ve ever wanted
// fluff!
you sitting on the floor of his apartment feels awkward. you’ve been there, in this exact apartment, hundreds of times, but it feels weird this time around.
it’s obvious to everyone around him that you and hamzah definitely have something going on. whether or not it’s exaggerated is unimportant, it’s obvious there’s something there. but it’s the uncertainty of how you feel that eats him up, every little thing you say replays in his mind to figure out how you truly feel about him, and it’s caused tension between you two.
he knows it, and you know it.
but you’re there, in his sweater, in his apartment, hanging out with him and his friends, looking as beautiful as ever and he has to resist the urge to kiss you because if any, that’d cause even more tension.
“hamzah?” you whisper, snapping him out of his daydreams, “you okay? you’ve been acting weird recently” he looks up at you, “huh? oh yeah, i’m alright, just thinking” he murmurs and goes back to fidgeting with his hands.
he feels your hand on his knee and he freezes, “okay we need to talk” you say quietly, it catches him off guard for a second as you take his wrist and move him to the other room while martin and mandy are joking around. “cmon, talk to me, what’s wrong?”
his mind shuts off, he gently grabs your face to pull you forward to kiss you, pressing your lips together. for a second, you don’t kiss back. until he feels your hands at the sides of his face, kissing him back. you pull away from him and smile sheepishly.
“why didn’t you say something sooner” you giggle, God you’re so cute, “i never thought you wanted me” he says breathlessly
“how could i have not wanted you?”
and in that moment, everything about you, is perfect to him and he just doesn’t know why. maybe it’s the way you look when his clothes are drowning you cuz they’re so oversized, maybe it’s the way you’re looking up at him with those big eyes and smiling, maybe it’s because you’re all he’s ever wanted.
hiii! first of all i wanna make a quick note - very sorry for the inconsistency in posting for a few days. ive been struggling with writers block and summer bedrotting is getting to me a lil. 😓😓
there were A LOT of drafts of this fic that i picked up and then didn’t like. a big part of that is that i really wanted to make a fic that hits sort of close to home, and that’s what this one is to me! i was born in nicaragua and moved to the us at a young age, so this fic is based off of my experiences relating to that, even down to little things like my parents and their broken english lol. i still tried to make it pretty ambiguous to other latin-american countries, so I hope it isn’t too specific. it took me a long time to write, but im really happy with the way it came out after a day or two of really thinking about it.
this fic includes: lots of fluff, then it gets nasty. mirror sex, nothing too rough 🤗
wc: 3.4k
Your childhood summers haven’t changed since the last time you stepped foot here, even though it feels like it’s been lifetimes. you’re home, and you’ve brought your boyfriend along with you this time.
the sun shines down on you, a little too hot for your liking. it’s a lot hotter down here than the canadian weather you’re used to. it’s different, but comforting at the same time. what really makes the biggest change is the sight of your boyfriend, rays of sunlight beaming down on him, framing his curls perfectly. it makes you feel at home just as much as being here does.
the air is warm and sticky, thick with remnants of a heavy rain. sweat clings to areas of exposed skin, dampening his shirt collar and hair with a sweat.
you don’t think you’ve loved the latin-american summer as much as you have seeing hamzah bask under it.
showing your boyfriend around your home country feels like the world around you is unreal. it’s like two universes colliding - ones that probably shouldn’t coexist.
one of the things that really makes you feel like you’re out of your own body is walking down the same road that baby-you walked down to get to school. if you could’ve told your middle school self that you bagged a man this bad she would’ve forgiven you for not marrying her celebrity crush.
and the food is what really gets you - the flavor of nostalgia mixing with the taste of your boyfriend’s lips is an otherworldly sensation. although you can’t get him too full yet; that’s a job for your family.
speaking of your family - hamzah is terrified.
he tries looking extra nice at first. he wants to make a good impression, just like you’ve told him to - it’s why he’s surprised you’re bursting out in laughter seeing him walk out in full black tie attire.
“you don’t have to dress like you’re going to a wedding, hamzah-“ you giggle when he speaks over you, trying to defend himself.
“you told me to look nice, and we’re going to a dinner, y’know-“ he rambles, but catches himself. “and you’re wearing a dress!”
you roll your eyes, giving him a dead stare. “this a a sundress, hamzah. it’s not like.. fancy.” he looks at you blankly back. it’s like there’s not a single thought behind his eyes.
after your criticism and a lot of banter, you’ve got him dressed up more.. how you would have envisioned. he’s got those glasses on - the ones he usually edits with. and god, he looks good. he’s paired those with a polo shirt and a nice pair of jeans; he looks nice, presentable, but not over the top.
you’re knocking on the door while he almost shyly stands behind you before you know it. it takes a good few seconds for you to receive any sort of response, but you’re used to it. once someone eventually comes to the door, you’re greeted with the sound of children squealing in the background and music playing off a speaker - the loud environment you’re most used to.
you think you can see hamzah sweating.
your mom greets you with two little cheek kisses, as always, then smothers you into a hug. “muy linda,” she presses another kiss to your forehead, “mi alma.” she eventually finishes her ramblings about how beautiful you are and how much she’s missed you, then pauses as she pulls back. hamzah flinches.
she’s eyeing him down, eyebrows furrowed with a hand on her hip. It’s the death glare - one you know very well. if he wasn’t sweating before he definitely is now, and you’re even close to breaking into one.
hamzah doesn’t even have time to panic before her angry demeanor snaps into laughter. she’s giggling at the way his smile had dropped, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him into that same little cheek kiss. he stumbles when she does it, not knowing what to do; an anxious fluster of sorts.
she pulls away looking at you, and her giggles turn into straight-up laughter.
“he look at me so scared.. he like, ‘i already messed up!’” she says, still laughing, now imitating hamzah’s flustered appearance. her English is slightly broken, as you expected, but it’s the way she tries for you is what really counts. she’s putting in the effort. you laugh with her, but not really at what she’s saying - it’s the way she’s already made herself comfortable around your boyfriend.
“y tu eres el novio, verdad?” your father says, pointing at hamzah, managing to creep up behind your mother without you even noticing. “you going to marry her?”
you awkwardly laugh at your father and how weird he has to make things, but that’s just how your family is. hamzah doesn’t mind it, he understands - nonchalantly smiling, looking down at you as he replies with a quick “hope so.”
you giggle back, but your smile is genuine - you know he’s serious about what he just said. “maybe one day.” you continue for him.
you two enter your house and he’s already being crowded by relatives of yours. he’s introducing himself to one of your tías when he feels something tugging on the leg of his pants, startling him. he looks down only to see your baby cousin staring up at him, big beady eyes and an open mouth, almost like he’s some sort of god.
around an hour later, hamzah is about a beer and two plates of food in to the family function. he’s sitting on the floor, a doll in his hand, playing with that same prima from before. you’re not even sure if they’re communicating, if that baby can even speak any language yet, but whatever they’re doing hamzah.. seems to be enjoying himself.
it’s funny, but it’s sweet at the same time, watching your boyfriend like this. it makes you think of your future together. marrying him, taking him into your family - even watching him play with your little prima makes you fall ill with baby fever. he would be an amazing girl dad.
by the end of the night, hamzah is starting to get a little bit plastered, and your mom is already calling him mijo. you’re trying to teach him how to dance to your country’s music (which he surprisingly happens to not be bad at) while also trying to sneak a few drinks yourself. you’re running back to the bathroom when your mom catches you, pulling you aside for a second.
you tilt your head at her, confused. you’re hoping this isn’t what you’ve been nervous about the whole night - you really, really don’t want a “we don’t like this boy” talk.
instead, she smiles, which wipes away most of your worry, but you’re still staring at her reluctantly.
“te vas a casar con este chico.” she mutters, smiling. she might be a little drunk herself from the way she’s talking, but you know there’s a truth to her words. you smile back a small grin, but it means more to you than what appears - your man is locked in. even your mom agrees, he’s the one.
thank the lord.
the party dies down after a while, baby cousin and older relatives drifting off to their bedrooms one by one. you somehow find yourself sitting on your parent’s couch, cuddled up in a blanket next to hamzah. you’re both a little tipsy, what you would say is fine enough to drive, but you already know your mother will argue against you.
“y’wanna get out of here too?” hamzah whispers, voice deep and soft in your ear.
“mhmm.” you say, comfortable in his arms. “wanna stay here for a second though.”
hamzah doesn’t complain, gently rubbing your shoulder underneath the blanket with his forefinger and thumb. it’s domestic, a gentle touch, and it makes you feel warm inside.
“was cute seeing you play with my prima.” you mumble, smiling to yourself at the memory. he laughs when he picks up on what you’re talking about.
“I don’t really think I understood what was going on like, that whole time.” he begins to ramble. “I think her barbies were like, beefing and shit.” he says, smiling down at you when he sees the way you light up with laughter.
“if we ever like, get married, i wanna have a girl.” you say. he’s quick to rebut you.
“that’s not how it works.” he argues back, stupidly.
“well then, like, we just have more.” you say, the mix of alcohol and sleepiness not giving you the energy to seriously discuss this with him. “you’d make a good girl dad, i think.”
he smiles at that comment. he’s seen it around on tiktok and other social media. he thinks it’s cute, and suddenly the idea of marriage and knocking you up doesn’t seem so scary to him. that gentle touch on your shoulders is moving down to your hips before you know it. you’re both aware that you can’t do anything on your family couch, but you know the intention behind his grip.
“i think you’d be a good boy mom.” he says back. “i could see you like, teaching him how to cook and stuff. i think if you had a baby boy he would be like, really respectful, not like brain-rotted.” you laugh at the stupidity of his comments.
“i think if you raised a boy, he would end up going down like, the alt right pipeline, and start watching andrew tate clips on youtube shorts.”
you both laugh at that - it’s obvious that you’re joking now, but you still enjoy the deprecating banter.
“if my kid doesn’t reach alpha male status, im sending his ass to the frontlines.”
you continue your painfully stupid chatter, not paying attention to how dark it’s getting.
your mother eventually creeps up to you, and you take it as a sign that you should probably start making your way out.
after saying your final goodbyes to your family members who are still standing awake, you’re making your way out the door. after a few cheek kisses and repeatedly denying the “no cab? you sure?” from your mom, you two are on the way back to your hotel.
hamzah’s hand is on your thigh as he drives. it’s another domestic touch that drives you crazy. the little things are really getting to you tonight.
“you’re good with kids.” you mumble, letting your thoughts out with no warning.
“yeah?” is all hamzah says, keeping his eyes on the road and his hand on your thigh.
“yeah.” you repeat back in a breathier tone.
“im not getting you pregnant right now, if that’s what you’re asking.” he mutters, still focused on the road. “I’ll cum inside you, but I can’t handle a baby yet-”
“hamzah!” you nearly yell. “i don’t mean- i mean yeah, that’s a part of it, but like- i guess you’re just like-“ you stutter, trying to gather your flustered self. “it’s like, a domestic thing I guess. makes me wanna settle down with you one day.”
despite how nonchalant he’s acting, he gets exactly what you’re saying.
“yeah. y’know, that little sundress you’re wearing?” hamzah starts, eyes tearing off the road for a second. “that’s like, wife shit.”
you giggle at the way he says it, but you’re flattered at the intention.
“kinda surprised you liked it that much. feel like guys think sundresses are just like, skin-tight skims dresses.”
“you look fucking hot in it, are you serious? like shit, maybe i will just get you pregnant if you’re wearing that.” hamzah pauses for a moment, looking over at you while your eyes widen. “i’m joking. by the way.” you let out a soft “aww,” making a soft smile creep onto his face.
“you don’t have to tonight. i’m joking.” you smile up at him. “but i do miss the feeling of you inside me.” you can tell that you’re at least getting to him a little bit; he’s starting to get riled up.
“duh,” he says, jokingly, but his tone changes with his next words. “ill cum all over that fuckin’ dress if you really want me to.”
there’s the hamzah you were looking for.
he’s already pulling the car you two rented into the parking lot of your hotel, and you can’t even speak before the silence is interrupted with his own thoughts.
“gonna be all over you the second we get to our fucking room.” he mutters, opening his car door. as both of you get out, you can see the hard-on already somewhat formed through his pants.
you love getting him worked up like this.
checking into the room is almost painful. he stands behind you as you speak in spanish to the hotel staff, cock pressed up right against your ass. you’re stuttering as she asks you for your reservation, knowing you’re about to get fucking destroyed.
he wasn’t lying about being all over you. the minute that keycard clicks and the door is open, you’re being shoved onto the bed, hamzah crawling on top of you.
it’s a pretty hotel room - you’re taking it all in as hamzah is on top of you. huge bathroom, silky sheets, relatively good size, yet there’s one thing that sticks out to you. there’s a long mirror, placed at the side of the bed.
it’s the perfect place to get fucked in front of.
you don’t even think hamzah has taken a glance at the architecture around him from the way he’s locked in on your body. you feel his hands gravitate against different areas of your body, resting on your hips, grabbing the soft flesh through your dress. he places a soft, warm kiss to your lips, but continues with a harsher, more sloppy one. it only continues on your neck, biting and kissing down to your collarbone.
he keeps his lips in a certain place for a second, and you already know you’re going to be covering up dark spots on your neck tomorrow.
“pretty,” is all he mumbles when he pulls off, moving down to add yet another bite to your neck.
he pulls the top of your sundress down a little bit, straps going over your shoulders. it’s just enough to free your bra, which he pulls off even quicker.
his mouth is all over your tits before you know it - as expected. he’s sucking at them, licking at the nipple while the other hand fondles the soft flesh around. you can feel him getting harder against your thigh, which you didn’t even think was possible at this point.
you can tell he’s getting frustrated with how fucking tight his pants are getting, cock getting harder by the second. he quickly unbuttons his jeans, pulling them down to his ankles - he’s a little too horny to take the effort to fully pull them down. when he pulls off his boxers he lets out a sigh, letting his cock free.
you readjust to do the same, pulling at the straps of your dress, but hamzah stops you, a large hand covering yours.
“want you to keep it on.”
yes sir.
you pull the straps back up to where they should regularly be, wearing your sundress like normal, just braless. hamzah takes a minute to catch his breath, but it’s hard when you’re under him looking like that. he takes in his surroundings a little bit more as he calms down, finally noticing the mirror to his side. you can tell by the look on his face that he’s got the same idea as you.
his focus lands back on you when he turns back to look you in the eyes, gently stroking himself. his hips roll softly into his hand, pumping himself loosely in his fist. he takes his other hand and pulls your dress up just enough to see your underwear.
he’s too lazy to get them off your body, so he just pushes them to the side, a finger sliding between the soft lips to your entrance. it emits a gasp from you, even though you were expecting it.
“you look so fucking good from here.” he says, breathy. your brows furrow for a second, confused as to what he means by ‘from here,’ but then you realize where his eyes are pointed -
- the mirror.
you turn your head to look at it too, and god, he isn’t wrong. the way his hands strain, groping at your thighs while he grazes against your cunt. it’s hotter than you had expected, the idea of seeing yourself get destroyed from multiple angles.
he presses a finger into you, and you flinch at the feeling. it’s not long before he’s sliding another one in with it, pulling at your hips with his strong arms to bring you down to his knuckles. you’re looking at yourself in the mirror as he does it, watching as he pushes you around like a toy.
he pulls his fingers out after curling them a few times inside of you, and you protest by trying to buck up your hips up again. he pushes on your womb with big hands, forcing you down.
“s’okay baby.” he affirms you in a soft voice. “wanna fuck you now.”
he grabs you by the waist, strong enough to pick you up with just his bare hands and flip you over. he presses your bodies close together once you’re on your hands and knees, your back against his chest. he nestles his head right above your neck, the perfect spot to whisper into your ear.
“look in the mirror,” he starts, and you immediately do what he says. “watch how fucking good you look while I touch you.”
your back arches as an instinct at his words, feeling his palms glide against your hips. your vision feels hazy, but you’re still paying attention to the way he clings onto soft skin.
you let out a whine, shutting your eyes and facing down when he touches your inner thighs, but it doesn’t last long. before you can finish his hand rushes to your jaw, grabbing your face, pointing your head back to the mirror.
“told you to look at yourself, baby.”
it’s hot, the way he’s in control of you, even if it doesn’t take much to get you to submit. he kisses at your shoulder blade softly, watching your desperate expression fade into excitement. he strokes himself one last time before the tip meets your pussy.
your breath hitches when you feel him slide into you, strokes slow. it fits in you nicely, the back of your thighs pressing against his when he’s all the way in. a finger and thumb caress the skin between your ass and hips while he bottoms out.
“c’mon baby,” he says, slowly starting to drag his hips in and out of you. “move those hips.”
you can’t argue with him, doing what he says on command. you roll your hips back the same way you roll your eyes, creating a rhythm with his thrusts. it earns a moan from him.
he grips your hips while his speed up, moving in and out of you with an unforgiving pace. it’s enough to send you reeling, squealing as you struggle to keep your focus on the mirror. you can barely keep your composure, the urge to shove your head in your pillow and just let him use you stronger than ever.
“wasn’t- fuck- lying when I told you I wanna come all over that dress.” he says, struggling to get his words out. it only makes you clench around him, his words driving you to your own finish.
you’re screaming a “hamzah! can’t fucking take it-“ while he’s plowing into you, building up a well-awaited orgasm. he waits until he feels that clench-and-pulse sensation around his cock, signaling that you’ve came before he pulls out.
he doesn’t even need to touch himself to cum after seeing you like this - he lets himself go, ropes of his semen covering the floral patterns of your dress.
he basks in the sight of you for a moment, catching his breath after his orgasm. it’s a lot for him, fucking you after being pent up the whole day. overstimulating, almost. you’re just that attractive to him, poor boy can’t control himself.
he lays on top of your chest, grounding himself. the feeling of being against you bare skin is comforting to him, a sense of home that you two both find in each other. you run your hands through the curls of his hair.
that’s what he is to you - home. just like how it feels to be here.
can we get a hamzah x reader smut fic where they’re on vacation together with martin and mandy and they just want some time alone but it’s nearly impossible so they sneak around for little quickies 👀
quickies
not proofread!
cw: beach sex, p in v, fingering, horny fucks, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it please!) i think that’s it! MDNI
sorry the endings lowkey lackluster😔 but i need this man to finger me and pound me so bad 😮💨
you and hamzah are on vacation with martin and mandy, it’s beautiful and you both are having fun, but you and Hamzah have something else on your minds. all you can think about is getting your hands on each other.
you head to the beach after everyone else, you look at hamzah, and holy shit.
he looks so fucking good.
his skin kissed by the sun, his swim shorts clinging to his thighs. and the imprint of his dick in his shorts makes you want to press your legs together
as you get into the water, hamzah swims towards you, his hands immediately find your waist “hi baby” he murmurs against your back, you giggle “hiii”. the two of you swim further away from martin away towards a secluded section of the beach that’s mainly rocky, but your mind keeps wandering to the feel of his body against yours.
as you turn to face him, he presses his lips onto yours, the kiss is hungry and urgent. his hands find your ass, squeezing and kneading your cheeks as he pulls you tighter against his bulge. you moan into his mouth, your bikini offering little barrier between you. His fingers find the tie strings of your top and bottoms, untying the strings “looked so fuckin pretty for me baby” he says as he puts your bikini onto the sand
breaking the kiss, hamzah moves his way down your neck, his lips sending shivers across your sensitive skin. he takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking until you arch your back, a soft moan escaping your lips. His tongue laps and teases, drawing out sensations that ripple through your core, making you grind onto him. you run your fingers through his curly hair, guiding him to your other nipple, hungry for more of his mouth. he obliges, while his hands go lower, slipping between your legs. his fingers stroking your slick folds, his thumb circling your clit.
your knees buckle slightly as pleasure shoots through you. you hide your face in his neck to muffle your moans while his fingers move slowly inside of you. you clutch at his shoulders, your nails digging into his sun-kissed skin as you ride his fingers. the sound ocean sways around you, adding to the sensations overwhelming your senses. "fuck, baby—," you whisper urgently, your breath coming in short gasps. with a few more thrusts of his fingers, hamzah sends you spiraling over the edge.
your orgasm crashes through you, you cry out silently, your mouth forming a silent scream as you clamp your thighs around hamzahs fingers. as the waves of pleasure subside, you lean back against hamzah, your bodies still connected. you turn your head, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "that was incredible," you pant, a satisfied smile spreading across your face.
he helps you get your bikini back on and you both get back into the water to swim towards martin and mandy to meet them at the beach house before dinner. “where have you two been???” mandy side eyes, an awkward giggle leaves your mouth.
you get dressed in the bathroom, throwing on a short pair of jean shorts and wearing a different bikini top because it’s hot outside and you don’t feel like rummaging around for a top. you hear a knock on the door, you open it to see your boyfriend standing there jaw dropped. “babyyyy” he whines, “whatttt” you giggle back, his hands start roaming up and down your body, leaving kisses all over your neck.
a glint enters his eyes, and he lifts you up ontop of the bathroom counter, hamzah nudges your legs apart with his knee, and you gladly oblige, his fingers moving towards your shorts. he pulls ur shorts down alongside your underwear. he trails his fingers along your slick slit, teasing the entrance, making you squirm with anticipation. "god, Hamzah, please," you beg, your voice dripping with need.
he chuckles, taking his cock out of his shorts. without hesitation, he thrusts deep inside you, at the same time, he presses his thumb firmly against your clit, rubbing circles that send bolts of lightning through your body. You push back against his hand, your breath coming in sharp pants. "fuck, baby," you plead, “you feel so good”
hamzah hold onto your waist as he hits every spot, his head falls back “pussy was fuckin made for me, gonna cum in you sweetheart” you feel his thrust slow down and get sloppier as he reaches his peak. you feel him fill you up and hour orgasm explodes through you, you cry out wordlessly, your body shaking as pleasure washes over you.
you feel hamzahs lips on your neck, his breath warm against your skin as he murmurs, "That's it, baby, cum all over my cock." you cling to him, As the waves of bliss subside, a lazy smile spreads across your face, and you reach up to kiss Hamzah softly.
"now," you whisper against his lips, "let's go actually meet our friends" And with that, you get dressed and walk out of the bathroom, to see martin and mandy waiting there for you. martin clears his throat, “so! erm! let’s go?”
guys.. the writers block ive been having is insaneee the summer bed rot has been getting to me. sorry for being super inconsistent with stuff this week 😓😓
good news: im out of the writers block now ! i wrote like 3k words today but it’s very unpolished so ill post that tomorrow 🙏 in the meantime support other hamzah writers 💞💞💞
nsfw // sub + dom hcs cuz he’s def a switch (who bottoms out easy😭😭)
cw: sub + dom dynamics, uhh i think that’s it lemme know if there’s anything else!
sub
- such a whimperer and whiner omfg. he gets all pouty n whines to u all breathless “please…..baby…”
- definitely sends u vids jerking off n u can hear him whimpering ur name in the background
- he doesn’t give me the type of vibes to call u mommy😭 baby, n sweetheart, yes! but definitely not mommy
- in luv w ur tits (duhh) loves sucking and licking ur boobs, making ur nipples all sensitive
- loves when u pull on his curls when he eats u out🥹
- hates to admit it but loves getting edged/teased. taking his dick out of ur mouth when he’s close n js kissing his tip or slowing down when ur jerking him off
- edging him does end up in a bigger load of cum tho…🤭🤭
soft dom
- so gentle with u😋😋 making sure ur all comfy and stuff before he starts fucking u
- calls u baby, doll, nd sweetheart while he literally destroys ur pussy
- thrives off of ur little moans and whimpers🥹 loves when u add a lil “fuck hamzah, feels so good” or “don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop”
- fav thing to do: praise!! loves calling u his good girl n telling u ur doing a good job ☺️ “that’s right, good fuckin girl” “doin such a good job baby”
hard dom
- it is so rare for him to be rough w u but when he is😮💨😮💨
- degradation + praise mix??? (does that make sense😭) “such a good fuckin slut f’me baby”
- good stamina, can literally go round for round
- definitely loves seeing u all fucked out afterwards, messy hair n makeup🤭 (which would probably get him hard again)
- does not give a fuck ab pulling out😭 sorry! but i fear he wants to claim u as his🤷🏻♀️
- manhandles u. those muscles are being put to use! flips u on ur back nd pins u down if he wants to fuck u in missionary, flips u back to fuck u from behind while he holds ur wrists behind ur back. def throws u around in whatever position he wants u in
i caved n i wrote smth for him cuz i love him sm😞💖
sfw
- definitely spoils u. LIKE SO MUCH. buying u food, clothes, jewelry, even when u don’t ask😞 he just wants to spend his money on his girl
- little spoon. he love love loves when u play with his hair while he lays on ur chest (hehehe 🤭🤭)
- owns one of them I ❤️ my girlfriend sweaters and wears it all the time bc he’s head over heels in luv w u
- definitely one of the cliché pinterest boyfriends who do face masks w u, let u do their makeup and match pjs
- a little too unserious😭😭 i feel like you’d be telling him smth and he just cannot read the room, like he starts joking around and like accidentally pisses u off😭
- huge on physical touch!! always wants to be touching u in sum way whether that be holding ur thigh while he’s driving, holding ur hand or having his hand on ur waist / back while he’s tryna lead u somewhere when u guys are out, he js loves to be touching u.
nsfw….
- ik his dick is big.
- size kink. i can just sense it. he loves the feeling of u being smaller than him nd him feeling all big n buff😋, his arms😮💨 he’s fit, he goes to the gym, he’s strong and he uses it to his advantage by manhandling u when he fucks u
- loves when u use his thighs to get off🤭
- boob guy!! literally obsessed w ur boobs, he loves watching them bounce in missionary whenever he thrusts into u, nd when u ride him!!
- pussydrunk. will eat u out like there’s no tmrw!!!
- i feel like u guys would send nudes, like he’ll sends vids of him jerking off to ur pictures or ur voice messages nd you’d send him cute pics of ur (insanely revealing) outfits and vids of u getting off just from the thought of his cock
- very verbal, i know he makes little comments n stuff
