Sorry I’m going back to hibernation. My life is a mess. All you’re getting is this nsfw headcanon post for now.
I still love you guys and will miss you. Only will be back to post some delicious smut. Until then see you next time. Requests are still open but I’m not sure if I’ll be able to write them all. Please be nice to me, I take time to write <3
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A/N: I didn’t have anything else to do on the plane, and I needed distraction from my pathetic life, so here are some of my dhurandhar headcanons 🥰❤️
Rehman
He would use toys very rarely, he didn't really understand the point of them, he preferred doing the work himself, because he loved seeing your reactions to the things he would be doing.
But when he uses them he becomes a different man. He would sit by the bed, watching you squirm, he would change speeds constantly edging you forever. As soon as you are close to your climax he would turn it off. But he wouldn't leave you hanging. He would console you with soft kisses. Which didn't really help. You would be whimpering telling him you’ll do whatever he says. You’ll be his good little girl. Sometimes even make incoherent promises. He loved seeing you being a mess.
He wouldn't tease you much after that, he would give in seeing you beg so nicely. Throwing the toy aside, not letting you get used to being empty, he pushes himself into your wet cunt.
Sometimes just being filled by him would make you cum, he wouldn’t let that stop him though. You would usually sob into him from being so sensitive and he loved hearing your pathetic sobs, as he made sure you came again with him this time. Always making sure you were satisfied. His balls slapping your cunt as he went even deeper spilling in you. Your nails scratching his back, asking him to ruin you one last time. Who was he to deny you anything when you were so needy and pleading.
Major Iqbal
This man hates sex toys, because what was the point of him then? He didn't want anything else to ever give you an orgasm. If he ever caught you using toys, especially when he was away, he would go feral, you wouldn't be allowed to cum the entire day. He would punish you for it.
"So you think you'll be coming today? Well the answer is No. All you'll get is to see me getting off."
You would get spankings, your pussy would be weeping, yet he would ignore you and make you go to sleep all riled up, tears drawing up in your cheeks.
The next day though he would be pounding into you mercilessly making up for yesterday night. You would be screaming for him to not stop, and most of the time he wouldn’t go to work, he would make sure you’re completely satisfied and never think of using a toy ever again.
Uzair
Again, he didn't particularly like toys, but when he was away at work, he loved seeing videos that you would send him. The pink toy deep in you, your gaping pussy all red from you overstimulating yourself. You knew he loved seeing you in that state. He would stop everything and be home right away. He was a weak man when it came to you.
He knew he would find you all naked and messy in your bed. In no time his clothes would be scattered on the floor, your toy discarded somewhere in the room.
You would be empty and begging him to fill you, but he would take his time kissing you. Teasing your nipples. Doing everything but ignoring your gaping cunt.
Until you're writhing under him begging him that no toy would ever be as good as him, that you would wait for him patiently next time. With one last tug at your nipples, he would shut you up with a kiss and he enters you all of a sudden not letting you adjust to his size.
Your moans would be swallowed by him as he would rut into you, not letting you breathe until you’re both panting and coming together.
Hamza
He would sometimes use toys, but it was of no use to you . Neither would you ever need them. Whenever you needed him, he was there for you. But when he would travel you always reached out for your bed side drawer, alas no toy would ever replace him. He had spoiled your pussy. Everything always seemed too small. You were always empty even if you had it deep in you. You would try your hardest to rub your clit, to pinch your nipples and rut against a pillow. But nothing was ever as good as him.
He knew that. He didn't need to remind you. After seeing you fail miserably he would just simply ask you to call him if you needed him. Hearing his voice, he would talk you through it. Encouraging you, teasing you and finally with one last rub on your flit, your eyes would roll back, moaning his name you would finally cum. Extremely exhausted wishing he was there with you.
He always knew your body. If you were ovulating he would not leave your room. No work was as important as fulfilling your needs.
Pinda
This man loved toys. He loved teasing you. He loved seeing you cry and beg for your orgasm. The tease that he is. He had a variety of toys he loved using on you.
He always knew which one he was going to use on you. It was like a ritual to him. A way to worship your body. Sometimes one wasn’t enough. He made sure you were tied to your bed.
He would pretend to browse through the collection but he always had something planned. He would choose one for your clit and one for your cunt. He wouldn’t even start slow. Straight up to the highest speed. Watching you writhe in pain and pleasure. Stopping whenever you’re close. Sometimes he would keep teasing you while he snorted cocaine off of your breasts and would lick and bite your nipples until they were sore and red. You would be sobbing uncontrollably, but never using the safe word. Your first orgasm always made you see stars. Your body nearly lifting off the bed. He wouldn’t stop there, he would remove the toy from your pussy, and replace it with his gun. The thrill it would give you, the cold metal entering you, all while the toy assaulting your clit was at the highest speed. You would come in mere seconds.
“Look at you being so pathetic coming in a few seconds maybe I’m being too nice to you y/n.”
You would shake your head, more tears streaming down your face. You would be begging him to free your hands but he would only smirk and continue teasing you until you were screaming, coming for the third time and squirting all over the bed making a mess and nearly passing you from exhaustion.
Rizwan
Who needs toys when you had him right? But, he was always away for work. Hamza rarely gave him days off. So you were forced to take matters into your own hands. The toys he had gifted you always smelled like him. You were always wearing one of his shirts while touching yourself. You loved the feeling of being swallowed entirely by him.
Sometimes you would film yourself for him, but other times you would listen to his voice recordings that he would send to you secretly and that was your favourite way to get off.
You would be spreading your legs trying to push the toy as deep as you could, closing your eyes, imagining him instead. Trying hard to focus on his voice, guiding you towards your orgasm. His deep smooth voice praising you for doing so well, to keep going. You were right there. You could feel it coming. And then he would moa, that ragged rough sound always pushed you over the edge. With a moan you could cum hard seeing stars. But you always missed him even more afterwards.
Tbh I’m slightly losing interest in these characters. I miss it when I used to be obsessed with them. But now my life is so dull, I’m in a bit of a mess, and writing these helped me so maybe I’ll write more??? Let me know your thoughts. As usual not proofread. I’m fucking lazy like that and I don’t want to cringe while re reading it. The Rizwan headcanon is purely for @twinblueflamee my wife my love of my life. I think writing about him is so fun now. I might be posting some other fics soon, but don’t keep waiting. I might disappear again as well x
SO WILL YOU EVER WRITE THAT CRACK FIC OR NOT 🤨 ???
OMGGG SO AGGRESSIVE NONNIIEEEE 👹👹👹👹👹🥰🥰🤩🤩🫣✋ I willll i willlll, if u mean the Uzair x Hamza x Pinda x Rizwan x Reader oneeee. It’s been something I want to write for a while now. Been annoying @twinblueflamee with it 🤓 sometimes I think she’s too nice to me, I would have blocked myself if I was her 😍☝️ or maybe she enjoys being annoyed we’ll never know 🌚
author’s note: this one is for my baby @eternalstarrynight 🥰🫦😘 (here is your treat 😌☝🏻now please serve me with some Rizzu smut 🙇🏻♀️🤲🏻😭)
You were entirely delirious.
Your mind was a fractured kaleidoscope of terror and need, caught in the crossfire of your own instincts.
One part of your brain was screaming for you to flee the madness of the man currently claiming every inch of your body, while the rest of your body remained a helpless, trembling slave to the pleasure he had been bestowing upon you for hours.
You were pinned head first into the mattress, face buried in the cool, unforgiving satin of the pillows, where you unsuccessfully tried to muffle the whimpers that tore from your throat.
The friction of the sheets against your torso was an agony, your nipples had been scrubbed raw by the constant pressure, leaving them engorged and so hypersensitive that even the vibration of your own sobs felt like a jolt of electricity.
You were a landscape of flushed skin and frantic pulses, entirely exposed to the dark whims of the man stationed between your parted legs.
Your ass was up, offered to the shadows in a position of absolute vulnerability, the cool draft of the room clashing violently with the furnace like heat radiating from Pinda's massive frame.
This sensory dichotomy, the chill of the air and the burning proximity of his body, was driving you into a state of sensory overload.
You had tried to move, to scramble away from the edge of the abyss but Pinda had quelled your rebellion. He had yanked your arms behind your back, his large hands bruising your wrists before he cinched his leather belt around them. Now, the heavy hide chafed into your soft skin with every frantic movement, a physical reminder that your autonomy had been traded for his obsession.
The silence was shattered by the sharp, echoing slap of his palm connecting with your right ass cheek, the impact so sudden that your entire body jolted. A broken whine escaped your lips, your toes curling into the silk as the sting bloomed into a radiant, pulsing heat.
"F...fuck, Pinda, please!" you choked out, your voice a ragged thread of sound lost in the room.
The plea was ambiguous, a desperate prayer for either release or more of the exquisite torment he was inflicting and Pinda seemed to delight in the uncertainty of your surrender.
He leaned in closer, the broad expanse of his naked, sweat streaked chest brushing against your back, creating a searing line of contact that made your skin crawl with anticipation.
He reached down and grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back with a sudden force that made you hiss through clenched teeth. The movement forced your eyes to meet his and the sight was enough to make your heart skip a beat.
His brown eyes were blown wide, pupils swallowed by the darkness of his lust. A lethal, arrogant smirk played on his lips as he hovered just inches from your face, his whiskey tinged breath hitting your feverish skin in hot, humid bursts.
"You want me to stop? I'll stop!" he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that resonated in your very marrow.
You sobbed at the mere suggestion of him withdrawing, your head shaking frantically into the pillow as you sought to deny the words you had just spoken.
You didn't want him to stop.
You wanted him to consume you.
You wanted him to burn away the last of your pride until there was nothing left but the sensation of his touch. Your breath came in short, jagged heaves, your lungs struggling to find air in the oxygen starved space between your lips.
Without warning, he spanked you again, the sound was a violent percussion that filled the room. He alternated between your two cheeks, his heavy hand leaving glowing, crimson marks on the porcelain expanse of your skin.
Your entire body withered under the assault, your shoulders aching from the tension of the belt and your hips bucking instinctively toward the pain.
Between every punishing blow, he leaned into your ear, his voice a dark, velvet rasp as he repeated the command.
"Use...your...fucking...words!" He wanted a verbal confession, a total vocalisation of the need that was currently turning your blood to liquid fire.
As the sting of the spanking continued to throb, his fingers found your weeping folds, parting them with a ruthless focus. He began to rub his fingers up and down the length of your slit, the squelching, wet sounds filling the quiet loft and marking the depth of your arousal.
You were so slick, so entirely undone by his touch, that every slide of his fingers felt like a tidal wave crashing over you. He kept pushing you toward a peak and then yanking you back, keeping you suspended in a state of suspension that made your vision spot.
He lowered his head, his face now mere centimetres from your drenched cunt, the humidity of his breath fanning out over your over sensitised skin.
The proximity was a tease, a promise of the mouth you so desperately craved.
Then, he spat directly onto your folds, the warmth of it mixing with your own juices before his broad, flat tongue made a long, sweeping stroke from your base all the way to your clit.
The sensation was staggering, your eyes rolled back in your head and your ass bucked violently against his face as a bolt of white hot electricity shot through your spine.
Pinda responded to your bucking by grabbing your reddened, pulsing ass cheeks with a bruising strength, pulling you even closer into his face as if he wanted to inhale the very scent of your undoing.
He delivered another sharp spank while his tongue was still buried in your heat, the combination of the sting and the wet friction making you cry out loud. Your body was taut like a piano wire, every muscle vibrating with the effort of holding back the climax he had denied you for so long. You felt as though you were on the verge of passing out, your consciousness fraying at the edges.
He reached for the small slab on the edge of the bed, where a fine, white powder lay in a shimmering line. You watched through hooded eyes as he dipped his fingers into the drugs, coating them in the coarse, chemical dust before returning to your folds.
He rubbed the powder directly onto your clit and into your opening, the gritty texture creating a new, sharp kind of friction that made your breath hitch.
Then, he leaned down and snorted the substance right off your skin, the vacuum of his intake creating a deep, hollowed out sensation that made your internal walls pulse with a rhythmic need.
The realisation of what he was doing, using your body as the very altar for his vices, sent you into a feral state of desperation.
"Fuck, Pindaaaaaaaa!" you screamed, your fingers clawing at the silk as you lost the last of your composure.
He responded by lapping at you with a renewed vigour, his tongue flicking against your clit with a precision that was terrifying in its intensity. He gave a small, sharp nip to your swollen bud, the sting of his teeth sending you over a mini precipice of pleasure that made you arch off the bed, trapped between the leather belt and the heat of his mouth, finally accepting that you were exactly where you belonged.
You knew you were close, the pressure in your lower belly tightening into a coil that threatened to shatter any moment now.
Your internal walls were clenching around nothing but air, pulsing in a desperate void because Pinda had pulled back yet again.
He hovered just inches from your weeping centre, letting out a chuckle that vibrated through the silk sheets.
"You're such a desperate fucking whore," he rasped, making your blood sing with a shameful want.
He leaned in again, his tongue moving in a slow wet circle around your clit. He moaned against your cunt, the sound a muffled vibration that traveled straight to your womb, making you buck your hips in a silent plea for the friction to never end.
"My whore," he corrected himself, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your hood just enough to make you sob.
Suddenly, he reached for your bound wrists, the leather belt creaking as he unbuckled it with a swift jerk and turned you around. You let out a long, ragged sigh of relief as the pressure left your skin, your arms falling limp against the pillows, hoping against hope that he might finally be merciful.
But as you opened your heavy, hooded eyes to take in his disheveled form, you realised mercy was the last thing on his mind.
Pinda looked like a god of the underworld caught in the throes of a fever, his face was flushed, his jaw set in a line of absolute carnal hunger. His chest was heaving, the thick cords of muscle in his torso glistening with a fine sheen of sweat that caught the moonlight. Below his waist, the massive, unyielding bulge beneath his slacks was straining toward you, a testament to the fact that he was struggling just as much as you were.
He climbed onto the bed with the predatory grace of a panther, his weight making the mattress dip as he crawled toward you. You backed into the pillows, your breath hitching at the feral, unhinged look in his hazy brown eyes.
Before you could speak, he grabbed your arm and yanked you forward into a kiss that felt like a collision. You tasted yourself on his lips, the salty, sweet nectar of your own release mixed with the metallic, sharp tang of power that always clung to his tongue. It was a sloppy, teeth clashed against teeth, and your tongues fought for dominance in a frantic war that left you gasping for air.
He eventually broke the kiss, his breathing ragged and hot against your mouth, before he gently pushed you back into the mattress.
Your entire body was a live wire, humming with an anticipation that made your skin feel too tight for your bones. Without taking his eyes off yours, he reached for the mahogany nightstand, his fingers closing around the cold, heavy steel of his handgun. He tucked the barrel under your chin, the chilled metal acting as a sharp contrast to your feverish skin as he tilted your face up to his.
His lips were only a breath away from yours, his dark stubble grazing your mouth as he whispered the question that was more of a brand than an inquiry.
"Who do you belong to?"
You felt a wicked spark of rebellion ignite in your chest.
You knew that grating on his nerves was a dangerous game but the reward was a bruising intensity that you craved more than air. You smirked against his lips, your hands moving up to the nape of his neck, your fingers tangling in the soft, dark hair there. You knew it was his weak spot and you squeezed just enough to make his eyes flicker with a dangerous light.
"Why?" you teased. "If I don't answer, will you shoot me?"
Pinda let out a short chuckle that sounded more like a growl. "No," he murmured, the barrel of the gun sliding slowly down the column of your throat. "I'm going to do something much worse."
You watched as the cold, black barrel began to trace a slow path along your body. The steel was freezing, sending a violent wave of goosebumps erupting over your flushed skin, marking the trail of his possessiveness.
You weren't scared, you knew this man would burn the world to ashes before he let a single hair on your head be harmed.
But you also knew that in the sanctuary of this bed, he fucked you as if he hated you, as if he wanted to break you apart and rebuild you in his own image and you loved every second of it.
The gun moved lower, tracing the valley between your heaving breasts. He paused there, the cold metal resting against your sternum before he used the barrel to lift one breast upward. He leaned down, his mouth replacing the steel as he latched onto your nipple, suckling with a deep hunger. You let out a high pitched moan, your nails digging into his scalp as the combination of the freezing metal and his scorching mouth sent you spiralling.
The gun continued its descent, the barrel circling your belly button, making your stomach muscles contract.
It was an execution of your senses.
Then, he moved the weapon lower, the steel sliding between your parted thighs until it reached the soaked, weeping opening of your cunt. He used the barrel to part your drenched folds, the cold metal slicking with your juices as he explored the exterior of your most sensitive parts.
The contrast was staggering, the icy, lifeless steel and the hot, pulsing reality of your desire.
Without a second's warning, he plunged the gun deep into you, the barrel disappearing into your warm, velvety walls.
You let out a piercing scream of pure overstimulation, your head tossing back against the headboard as your body went rigid. The sensation was unlike anything you had ever felt. The gun was hard, unforgiving, and freezing and your pussy was so desperate for friction that your walls clenched hard against the metal, instinctively trying to suck the weapon deeper into your heat.
Pinda felt the pulse of your internal muscles and let out a triumphant, animalistic laugh.
He released your nipple with a wet pop, his eyes fixed on the sight of the dark steel disappearing into your reddened, pulsing cunt.
"God, you crazy bitch," he rasped, his voice thick with a mixture of awe and pride.
You looked up at him through a haze of tears and pleasure, your lips curling into a defiant, broken sneer.
"Not more than you, asshole," you choked out, your voice trembling with the force of the climax that was beginning to roar in your ears.
His eyes darkened until the brown was entirely gone, replaced by a bottomless, midnight void of lust. He pulled you in for another crushing, desperate kiss, his mouth devouring yours as he began to move the gun.
He pumped the barrel in and out of you with a slowly, the cold steel sliding against your oversensitized walls. Every thrust was a sharp shock of pleasure that made your vision spot with white light, his thumb reaching down to rub your clit while the barrel continued its invasion.
You were a map of his violence and his love and right now, the two were indistinguishable.
The friction of the gun was different from his fingers or his cock, it was a relentless, unyielding weight that forced your walls to stretch and accommodate its presence. You felt the cold metal heating up as it moved inside you, absorbing the temperature of your velvet walls until it felt like a part of your own body.
Pinda's movements became more frantic, his breath coming in thuds against your neck as he watched the way you took in his weapon.
The internal pressure was mounting again, a white hot coil of lightning tightening in the very center of your womb. You were on the precipice of a violent release and the sensation was so profound you felt as though you might shatter into a thousand shimmering shards right there on the silk.
You were close, dangerously close and a desperate part of your mind decided that if Pinda dared to deny you this orgasm, if he dared to pull back now, you would truly be the death of him.
But you had spoken too soon, underestimating the sadistic streak that fuelled his brand of devotion. He abruptly stopped the pumping of his gun, leaving the cold steel stationary and buried deep within your velvet walls. The sudden lack of movement made you let out a cry of pure frustration, your back arching off the mattress as you sought the movement that had been your lifeline.
You reached up, your fingers tangling into his dark, silken hair and tugging sharply, a violent demand for him to continue, making him hiss as his head was snapped back.
You were met with a wide, triumphant grin that split his rugged face, his hazy brown eyes glittering with unholy amusement.
"Fuck you," you choked out.
Pinda let out a bark of a laugh, the sound vibrating against your skin.
"Yeah? Why don't you?" he challenged as he began to withdraw the gun from your cunt. The sensation of the cold metal sliding out of your tight, weeping pussy was a sensory execution, leaving you feeling hollow and bereft. You let out a broken whimper as the last of the steel left your body, your internal walls pulsing in the sudden void.
As you lay there, trembling and exposed, he brought the barrel of the gun to his lips, as he slowly licked the glistening evidence of your arousal clean from the dark steel, without breaking eye contact. His tongue made broad, wet strokes, tasting your nectar with a reverence that made your thighs clench instinctively.
Then, with a sudden shift in energy, he began to back away, his heavy weight leaving the mattress as he stood at the edge of the bed. You felt the loss of his heat immediately, the cool draft of the loft hitting your damp skin and making you shiver.
"Where the fuck are you going?" you demanded, your voice cracking as you tried to pull yourself toward him, your body screaming for the contact he had just stolen. You felt raw, discarded and more desperate than you had ever been in your life, your hands clawing at the rumpled silk sheets.
"Finally giving you what you've been begging for," he rasped.
He reached for the button of his slacks, his fingers moving with an uncharacteristic haste that betrayed his own mounting desperation. As he shoved the dark fabric down his thighs, his cock sprang free and the sight of it made the air leave your lungs in a sharp hiss, the tip already glistening with a heavy bead of precum.
He lunged back onto the bed, his knees framing your hips as he positioned himself. He aligned his thick, pulsing head to your drenched folds and plunged in deep with one powerful thrust. You let out a piercing scream as he buried himself to the hilt, the sensation of his hot, living flesh replacing the cold steel of the gun with a violence that made you blank out.
He didn't pause to let you adjust, he was a man possessed, driven by a hunger that had been simmering for hours. He grabbed your legs, hoisting them upward until your knees were pinned back and your heels were resting firmly on his broad, corded shoulders. The position opened you up completely, tilting your pelvis at an angle that allowed him to hit the very deepest, most sensitive parts of your cervix with every brutal, uncompromising drive of his hips.
He began to pound into you relentlessly, his movements hard and fast, the sheer force of his thrusts making the heavy mahogany bed groan and creak under the strain. Every time he bottomed out inside you, your entire body jolled, your head tossing back and forth against the pillows as you sobbed his name. He was systematically erasing everything you had ever known about pleasure.
As he hammered into you, his upper body descended, his lips finding your aching, sensitive breasts once more. He was kneading your soft flesh with his large hands, his mouth latching onto your nipples to suck and bite with a desperate intensity. He began to leave a trail of dark, possessive hickeys across your chest and neck, branding you as his in the dark.
Your nails snatched down the length of his back, drawing blood as you fought to stay grounded in the storm of sensation he was inflicting upon you. You were so close, the coil in your belly vibrating at a frequency that was almost unbearable.
"You like that, don't you?" he growled against your skin, his voice a muffled vibration. "You like being fucked like the little whore you are."
You bucked your hips against his, meeting his violence with an energy of your own, your internal walls milking his thick length with every stroke.
"Yes, Pinda! More! Please!" you screamed.
He increased the pace, his thrusts becoming short, sharp and punishing. He gripped your hips with such force that his fingers left bruises, his chest heaving against yours as he prepared to surrender his own control.
You felt the first shocks of the climax beginning to tear through your frame, an explosion of light that started at your core and radiated to your very fingertips. You were shattering, your body arching into a beautiful line of release.
At the exact moment you felt your world collapse, Pinda let out a loud, animalistic roar. He drove into you one last time, his body going rigid as he began to spill into you, a hot, thick tide of his own surrender flooding your depths.
You both came at the same time, the synchronicity of the release creating a sensory overload that was almost too much for the human heart to bear. You felt the violent pulses of his cock inside you and your internal walls milking him with a desperation that prolonged the agony of his release.
Even as the waves of the climax were still tearing through both of you, he kept fucking you, his movements only slightly slower but no less deep. He was pushing through the hypersensitivity of the afterglow, his cock still hard and pulsing within your weeping walls.
He wanted to drain you of every last drop of your strength, to keep you suspended in this state of holy ruin until there was nothing left of you but his name. You were sobbing, your body trembling with the aftershocks, yet you found yourself reaching for him, pulling him even deeper.
The loft was silent save for the wet slapping of skin on skin and the heavy thuds of your combined breathing. The moonlight caught the sheen of sweat on his back as he continued driving into you, his face buried in the crook of your neck.
You were drowning in him, a slave to the madness and the love that radiated from his massive frame and you never wanted to be found.
Eventually, the frantic energy began to settle into a heavy, honeyed exhaustion, though he still hadn't pulled away. He remained buried deep inside you, his weight a grounding force that pinned you to the silk. He leaned up on his elbows, his hazy brown eyes looking down at you with an adoration that made your pulse skip a beat. He looked at you as if you were the only thing in the universe that mattered, the only prize he had ever truly won.
He reached down, his thumb tracing the line of your lower lip. You thought it was over, that he would finally pull you into his arms and let the darkness take you both into a well earned sleep.
But then you felt him stir. His cock, still buried deep within you, gave a sudden, thick throb that sent a shockwave straight to your womb. You felt him begin to grow even harder inside you, his internal muscles tightening as he prepared for another round.
Your eyes flew open, meeting his gaze and you saw the predatory glint return to his eyes.
He wasn't finished.
Not even close.
He leaned down, his lips grazing your ear as he whispered the words that would keep you awake for the rest of the night.
"I'm not even close to done with you, love."
Taglist (I did not know who all to tag in this fic, so I'm tagging everyone 🥲)
Do you guys think Uzair ever looked at Hamza's arms and went like choke me. And then he was like w-waitttt wait wait hold up, I mean choke them, yeah them, those bad guys.
And then everytime Hamza brushed passed him, he would either malfunction or blush. Hamza is always oblivious, he's like han Uzair is in one of those moods ignoring me. BUT Rehman notices, and he's quietly observing the drama unfold in front of his eyes, enjoying every moment.
This shit goes on until Rizwan joins them (ignore the entire plot of d2, apart from the fact that Rizwan joins Rehman's gang), and then Uzair realises who the fuck is that? Why's Hamza spending more time with this new guy?
And then one day Uzair confronts Hamza and he's like so you've forgotten about me? Hamza is absolutely clueless, they have an argument, where Hamza is like, babe I might work under you that doesn't me I have to listen to everything you say blah blah blah, and it gets heated. Until Uzair is like bitch I'm in love with you, and BOOOOOM they kiss.
Today's update is going to be the last for a while now I'm going to be travelling and I aldready am planning to write a fic inspired by the place I'm going. So you will be fed after that 😃👌 BUT until then my inbox is always open for short smutty requests 🤭 or just for blabbering. I would love to hear your thoughts. I might have a little surprise next week and drop another fic as well. Let's hope it works out as I've plannedddddd 🫣. Okay, cheerrio, I'm going out with friends tonight ✨️💋🍸🍾🍹🕺🎶 andd tysm for reading my fics x
Summary: Pinda being horny for reader. They get down dirty in the balcony. Porn with plot of you squint.
Warning: 18+ Minors sorrry this ones’s not for you once again. Explicit F!Reader
Word count: 1.1k+
There he was standing amongst everyone else. The people always flocked him like birds.
Men, women, everyone loved him, the way he talked, the way he carried himself. It never bothered you much, you always knew he was yours, but sometimes you wished everyone knew it as well.
You observed him from afar. He looked so bloody good. With his broad shoulders, his sexy beard, his signature smirk plastered on his face as he nodded away to whatever the chief minister was saying.
This was a political party he was hosting. He came from a family of famous politicians and that is what he was aiming to pursue after finishing his second PhD in Political Science this time.
You hated events like this. You preferred being outdoors, going for hikes, being away from humans. You knew how to talk with animals but humans that was definitely not your forte. If you hadn’t been childhood sweethearts there was no way you would have ever been talking to him now. But you knew him better than anyone else, the only reason he put up with these vile humans was his love for the country. He wanted to help the poor, the needy and those who were struggling. He wanted to change the country and its corrupt system, which you were sure he would be doing in the next couple of years.
He saw you standing near the doorway all alone lost in your thoughts, giving fake smiles to whoever passed by you and greeted you. You looked beautiful in your black silk dress. The way it hugged you body, made you look like a siren. He wished he could throw everyone out and just drag you to his bed.
He excused himself and walked towards you. But you hadn’t seen him. You had left the room, he followed you and realized you were headed to the balcony in the next room, away from the crowd to breathe in some fresh air. A knowing smile appeared on his face, you were always so predictable. God he loved you so much.
He came from behind and wrapped his hands around you, smelling your hair and just feeling happy to have you in his arms.
“You look beautiful baby, are you alright?”
You nodded.
“I just needed some space. But you should go back, they’ll come looking for you in no time.”
You were leaning into his chest and you could feel his deep rumbling laughter.
“But I want to be with you for sometime. My wife looks gorgeous, too bad for them, they can wait.” He whispered hotly into your ears.
You felt his growing bulge. Pretending you were innocently leaning back you rubbed yourself against him.
He pulled you snug against him.
"Do that again babe and you're not walking out of here now anytime soon."
"But there are guests, you wouldn’t dare do anything would you?” You scoffed, knowing damn well what he was capable of.
“Oh yeah, they're here alright, but now that you've started this, I want them to hear whom you belong to, and that you're the only I want."
That made you clench your thighs. He laughed against your ears.
"You like that don't you? You want them to see you like this, desperate for me, don't you?"
"N-no I swea-"
He didn't let you finish, he pushed your dress and found your drenched underwear. Your knees almost buckled. Luckily he was holding onto you with one hand and you were leaning against the balcony railing.
"Is that so? I think your body says otherwise though. Should we try it out and see what happens?"
"Pin-nda, what if they see us?"
"Well that's their problem, we're in our house they shouldn't be wondering about in places they shouldn't be right?"
You bit your lips and nodded, he did make sense and you wanted him too bad to not let him get away with this.
"I need you please, I don't care what happens, ple-"
He pushed your lacy underwear aside and pushed his fingers deeper within you, without wasting a second.
"F-fuckk tha-at fe-els s-so goo-od" you stammered. Your pussy clenched against his fingers. Your shame was quickly forgotten and you pushed yourself against him.
"That's my girl, take whatever you can, I'm all yours."
Arching your back trying to get his fingers to go deeper, you whined. The idiot was enjoying this. You heard him chuckle in your ears. His beard tickling you.
"What a pretty whore you are, fucking yourself on my fingers, not scared of anyone walking in on us."
You let out a loud moan.
"M-more"
He obliged, he found your clit with his thumb and rubbed circles, he was going slow on purpose.
"P-pinda p-pleas-se"
"Well since you asked so nicely. What do good girls get?"
You couldn't reply, he had started rubbing circles faster now while his fingers were deep in you fucking yah open.
You closed your eyes, trying hard to not scream. But he stopped.
"I SAID. WHAT. DO. GOOD. GIRLS. GET?"
"A rew-ward?"
"Took you long enough, I'll let it slide this time."
The hand that was holding you upright, he moved it towards your breasts, your dress had already fallen off your shoulders, and he pinched your nipples.
Your head fell back against him, you let out almost a howl. Both his fingers were sliding in and out with such force the sloppy sounds were really loud now and his thumb toying with your clit with such speed you thought you would pass out from your orgasm.
You came with a cry. Chanting his name and cursing. All while he whispered praises in your ears hotly.
You were a mess. You were sure everyone had heard you cum. Pinda didn’t seem to care at all. He was rubbing soothing circles in your shoulders, while leaving open mouthed kisses down the side of your face and your neck.
“D-do you think they heard me?” You stammered your breath still unsteady from the high before.
“I don’t care, I think I’m done for the night. Go to your room, I’ll send them away shortly and be back.”
He whispered gruffly in your ears, and with one last kiss he left you alone in the night air.
You looked up at the moon and chuckled, she always knew all your secrets.
“What did I do to deserve this man?” You mumbled to yourself shaking your head, as you straightened your dress, and tried to tame your wild hair.
You sneaked past the guests, ignoring their side eyes and whispering.
A/N: To my Pinda girlies hope y'all liked this one. Let me know your thoughts as usual in the comments. Ignore any grammatical errors sorry I never re-read my fics 😔👊 Wrote this one under half an hour. This was suuuperr self indulgent as usual, I got carried away. This man is a walking wet dream.
Btw can we get a pinda fic (lack of pinda fics needs to be studied :/ ) like something in modern time him as a rich brat or something with his family being involved in politics and like I can imagine him being whipped for his nonchalant, reserved girl who comes from clean normal decent background. Pinda is hot asf so obviously bro got politicians' daughter behind him. I want bro to introduce his girl to his mom. (It's upto you to keep it sfw or nsfw)
I am sorry if this sounds corny af coz it is but just a thought that came to my mind, i would love if you deliver a masterpiece with this plot ☹️❤️
Posting this in a few minutes 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️ hope you like it x
HIIIIII CAN I REQUEST A PINDA FIC WHERE HE LIKE COMES FROM A POLITICAL FAMILY AND YK HE IS ASSUMED TO BE A RICH BRAT BUT NO NO MAN IS CLEAN AND RESPECTFUL AND A COMPLETE BADASS HUSBAND MATERIAL AND GOT POLITICAL BADDIES SWOONING OVER HIM BUT OUR MAN IS ONLY LOYAL AND DOWNBAD FOR HIS NONCHALANT, QUIET GIRL.
The scenario could be placed in some sort of gathering or party of pinda's family and our nonchalant baddie is kind of jealous but won't admit it and it's upto you to keep it sfw or nsfw (please the latter one)
Ps. This came to my mind thinking of him in those cool ass leather jackets with short hair like 👅👅👅👅 man looks so cool and sexy like bro must be having some kind of authority kink
I’m posting it in a few minutes nonnie 🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣 it’s not exactly as you wished, buttttt I hope you enjoy it 🤓 thank you for the lovely idea !!!
