Warning : contains smut, I am not responsible for your media consumption.
Okay, soft dom Hamza, ovulating wife, pillow humping and baby trapping if you squint. Have fun ya filthy animals.
Patience wasn't her strong suite.. Not about the man she wanted anyways. How could she hold off when he was right there, in front of herself, looking like a dream come true? With his gunmetal jaw, lion's heart and iron fist he ruled Karachi with - she wasn't God's strongest warrior, not in this aspect at least..
And her body was her biggest enemy, as a healthy woman, ovulation came once a month, and in that whole week she wanted to bury herself inside his ribs and never let go.. There was something about Hamza Ali Mazari that burnt away her inhibitions..
She was sitting in their shared bedroom, he was gone - some work or other, she didn't ask about it, but that didn't mean she didn't miss him.. In fact she did, very much, even when she finally got up and went to work around the house, duating this, organizing that, she felt a hollow ache in her chest, making her pick up the phone and dial his number.
She hung up with a huff, muttering complaints into the air.
"Biwi ke liye koi time hi nahi hai_" (๐๐ฆ'๐ด ๐จ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ช๐ง๐ฆ..)
Later that afternoon, she was folding the laundry, the day catching up to her, making her limbs feel heavier.. She took his black kurta, the one he wore around the house when he stayed in, and brought it to her chest, face nuzzling the soft collar.. Even with the scent of laundry detergent, his smell - of aged leather, expensive cigarettes and gunpowder, something uniquely his, permeated down her throat and settled heavy in her lungs, making her sigh.. The dull tingle at the base of her spine was back, making heat rush to her cheeks.. She lied down, hugging his pillow, still soaked in his scent and the trace of his warmth. Now, Hamza had a strict rule about pleasing herself, that's what he was there for.. But what he didn't know, wouldn't hurt him - she thought, placing the pillow between her thighs, her hips rolling, sending jolts of pleasure up her spine.
Hamza got home earlier that day, carrying a bouquet of flowers to make up for her earlier grumpyness, but as soon as he locked the door behind him, he was greeted by the unmistakable sounds of her whimpers from the bedroom, making his blood jolt in his veins before redirecting it's flow towards his crotch. He stood at the door to the bedroom, smiling slightly at the fact that his sweet wife hadn't yet noticed, frustrated at not being able to come, he had ruined her for anyone, or in this case, anything else.
"Rok nahi payi?" (๐๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ฑ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง?)
His voice was so mockingly soft that it made her jerk up, kicking the pillow away.
"Hamza_!? Tum itni jaldi_matlab.." (๐๐ข๐ฎ๐ป๐ข!? ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ญ๐บ_๐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ..)
He chuckled, walking over to the side of the bed, tilting her chin up, her face was perfect. Pricks of tears in her doe eyes from frustration, face flushed and lips pulled in a little pout. He leaned in, whispering.
"Ab meri biwi ne bulaya hai toh.. Aur ake yeh nazara bhi dekhne ko mil gaya." (๐๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ธ๐ช๐ง๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ, ๐ด๐ฐ.. ๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช ๐จ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ข ๐ด๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ)
He hummed, already focused on tugging her kaftan off. She gasped as he flipped her on all fours, taking his own clothes off.. Usually he'd be meaner if he caught her touching herself, but not today, he knew what she needed, and it wasn't teasing.
Hamza nipped at her shoulder, pulling her towards him by the hips as he sheathed himself inside her, her velvety walls wrapping around him like a vice as she mewled, fists clenching the sheets. He wrapped a hand around her from underneath, strong, secure like a metal band as he started moving in urgent thrusts - not gentle, not too rough either. She whined and moaned everytime the crown on his length nudged against the spongy flesh of her cervix, making her collapse face first into the mattress, drooling as he hiked her ass up in the air by her thighs.
His question died halfway as he groaned, spilling deep inside her. One look at her smug, lazy little smile told him everything he needed to know, she'd planned this, hoping to get him come inside her, make a baby with the man he loved.. He chuckled, kissing the sweat slicked back of her neck.
"Mujhe bol sakti thi." (๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ'๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฆ)
He whispered, pulling out, only to push in the trickle of their mixed essence inside her warm cunt with a thumb.. She munbled, spent, satisfied and now tired.
"Sabr kar rahi thi, Hamza saab.." (๐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ธ๐ข๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐๐ณ. ๐๐ข๐ฎ๐ป๐ข)
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FAVOURITE COLOUR - pink!
CURRENTLY WATCHING - currently not watching any tv shows, but the world cup has been on every day in my house! other than that, i saw Leviticus (2026) and Girls Like Girls (2026) in theaters Sunday, and my friends and i have a standing movie night and our next watch is Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown (1998), directed by Pedro Almodรณvar.
CURRENTLY WORKING ON - salona sa sajan chapter 12, which should come out tonight, and khabhi hum khoobsurat the part 3, which needs to go through edits. but other than that, iโve been swamped at work with a project deadline and iโm going insane.
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LAST SONG I LISTENED TO - gehra hua and raga of revenge, loved the song!
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CURRENTLY WORKING ON - My internship (RIP) and I'm begging professors to advise me on my thesis (but my university has a shortage of professors)
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The salty air from the Arabian seas feathered through the high windows of their new home, the one he'd bought right after he first stepped into politics, and right before everything went wrong..
Ever since Hamza had taken up the heavy mantle of Sher-e-Baloch, he'd been paranoid, unable to rest. Yes, Hamza Ali Mazari, whose name made gangster and politician alike shuffle in their seats, was himself restless in the dead of the night.. and as his wife, it hurt her deeply..
It was two in the morning, Hamza wasn't in the bed and she didn't complain - never complained when things got like this, there he was, with his head in his hands in the living room sofa, a thousand ghosts haunting him, hundreds of which she'd never know..
She stood silently on the door watching him, trying to read his mind in almost childish conviction, only coming up with the conclusion that the odds were hard to beat for even the best warrior when he was on all fours.
She walked up to him, crouching down before his shadow drowned figure, and gently prying his hands off of his face.
"Tumhe so jana chahiye." (๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฅ)
She shook her head, thumbs tracing the bags under his eyes.
"Aapke bina neend nahi ayegi." (๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ด๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ)
He nuzzled into her silk soft palms, sighing. She was so delicate, like a piece of heaven in his blood soaked world, and he never wanted the flames of his past touching her, ever.
She picked up on his hesitant demeanor, her voice softening more.
"I don't care about your past, mujhe koi fark nahi parta.." (๐๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ)
"Mujhe sirf yeh pata hai ki mai aapki biwi hu, aur mai kahi nahi jaa rahi." (๐ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐'๐ฎ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ง๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐'๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐จ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ)
He pressed his forehead against hers, his mane of jet black hair falling over both of their faces, making her giggle.
"Bharosa hai mujhpe?" (๐๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ?)
Like he even had to ask..
She nodded, and pressed a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.
"Khud se bhi zyada." (๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐บ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง)
And the singular, central thought that bounced around in her skull as he picked her up, kissing her properly as he walked towards the master bedroom, was -
Hamza will be the silent caretaker, leaving food and meds by your bedside table before going away to work, sternly enforce recovery routine through servants and nurses if necessary and come back to watch you sleep peacefully.. While Jassi will be by your side constantly, take days off of work if he has to, hand feed you, take care of all the tidbits with his own two hands.. And also will cuddle you even if you say that he might get sick as well
(This gives me life because I'm currently sick as a sponge)
Also I hope you meant sick as in under the weather and not sick in the head.. In that case, both will shoot the person.. Too dark?
Every time I see this picture my stomach drops, like violently.. The first time I saw this scene I almost threw up because of the sheer horror and anguish on his face.
Warning : contains smut, I'm not responsible for your media consumption.
Mirror sex, insecure reader, (but of self depreciation) and general hot stuff.
Being Jaskirat's wife was a blessing, to get such a handsome, strong, hard working man in this day and age was like finding a diamond in the rough.. And he'd treat her that way too, like a princess of their own little world - buying her jhumkaa and bangles, sweep her off the floor when she was oblivious, soothe her anxieties of him being deployed with forehead kisses and back rubs..
But her own mind was her enemy, sometimes worrying about him getting hurt on the field, or thinking herself undeserving of a man like him
And that was how she found herself crying in front of a mirror, not looking at her face, but her body - those lumpy hip dips, that weird sprinkle of hair on her belly, and that pudge_ god that awful little pudge that looked like it was perpetually mocking her_
Jassi walked in, only to see her roughly kneeding the plush of her belly, trying to physically push it back in while fat tears streamed down her eyes, jaw locked in anger.
He hugged her from behind, prying her hand away from herself.. He didn't speak at first, kissing her neck to calm her down.
She let out a broken sob, feeling embarrassed to be caught in such a vulnerable state.
"Ghin aati hai khud par." (๐ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐จ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ฎ๐บ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง)
Jaskirat tilted her chin towards him, his voice soft but firm.
"Ijazat nahi hai uski." (๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ)
She sniffled, her eyes still shimmering with tears.
He didn't even let her finish the sentence, kissing the tearstreaks on her face.
"Tujhse sona toh chaand vi na hove.." (๐๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ด๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ..)
His whisper made her heart clench and knees weaken, a soft sigh left her lips as his hands found home in the curve of her waist, kneading the soft flesh.. He never understood how she hated her curves, never would - they spilled from the gaps of his callused fingers like butter, and made the best pillows after a long day of breakneck exertion, and here she was, his pretty wife, crying over her tummy.
She whimpered as she felt the hard line of his arousal grinding against her ass.
"You're just saying things_"
"Answer the question." He shushed her doubts, his hand slipping past her boxer, which was actually his that she stole, and he didn't mind.
She was sopping wet, twitching around his touch as a little shiver went up her spine.
"Jassi_" She whined, only for him to peel away her t-shirt.
"I'm gonna fuck you right here, aaine se nazar nahi hatni chahiye.." (๐๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐จ๐ข๐ป๐ฆ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ณ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ณ)
His fingers, expert, dexterous fingers circled her clit, the other hand taking her(his) shorts off, along with the panties, which lay in a puddle of fabric at her ankles, when he was satisfied with the whiny breaths coming from her mouth, only then did he slip past that twitching entrance into her cunt, her velvety walls fluttering around his fingers.
Her eyes flickered, but Jaskirat was making good on his demand, gripping the valley of her jaw to focus her.
"Dekho, or I'll stop." (๐๐ข๐ต๐ค๐ฉ, ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ฑ)
She nodded urgently hands gripping his own, nails digging half moons on his caramel skin.
"Y_yes sir! Sorry." She squeaked, thighs clenching together to trap his wrist, making him chuckle.
Her brows furrowed as he picked up the pace, fingers scissoring inside her syrupy cunt.
"Jassi I'm gonna_"
"Hold it"
He was so, ๐ด๐ฐ cruel.
She let out a petulant whine, which turned into a squeaky moan as he took off his clothes with an almost superhuman speed before plunging into her with one sharp thrust.
He took her wrists, putting them behind her back so that she could look at the gorgeous ripple of her own body with his every thrust - breasts; full and soft, the softness of her stomach, the curve of her ass, all bouncing erotically as he pounded into her.
"Sabse sona nazara hai yeh" (๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ด๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต)
He groaned, cupping the swell of her left breast with one hand, the other still holding her wrists. "Aur tum ishe kos rahi thi." (๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฒ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ต)
Her legs started shaking, eyes glazing over, almost crossing, but he was having none of it.
"Keep your fucking eyes on yourself pretty girl."
He hissed between clenched teeth before biting down on her right shoulder.
She came with a squeal, not daring to look anywhere else but where they were joined.. It was the filthiest of sights, it was the most gorgeous thing she'd ever seen..
And when he came inside her, spilling in thick, heavy bouts, Mrs. Rangi knew she was loved.. Beyond logic, beyond madness...
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