warnings - slapping, choking, degrading, rough sex, good aftercare after tho.
dom!hamzah x sub!femalereader
it is 8 o clock pm on a friday, you’re in the kitchen, making food. you hear hamzah come into the kitchen, his footsteps behind you.
“hey, could you make me one of those too?” hamzah says.
“make your own.” you snap back.
your own eyes widen at your bratty comeback, it just slipped out. you’ve just been having a rough day, you’ve been irritated and in a bad mood. hamzah has been busy with editing and his youtube channel recently, so you haven’t got to spend much time with him — and honestly, it kinda pissed you off. you and hamzah haven’t had sex in almost 3 weeks and to be honest, you have been craving it so much that it has made you a bit bratty recently.
hamzah steps closer to you, grabbing your waist and turning you around.
“i don’t know whats up with that bratty attitude of yours recently, but i’m getting pretty damn sick and tired of you running your little mouth.” hamzah says softly, but sternly.
“oh shut up.” you say, rolling your eyes. something clicked in you. you don’t know what, but you just wanted to egg him on. seeing him angry… well, you liked it. his hands on your hips tightened, eyes narrowed. “you need to stop. tell me what’s up.” he says a little more stern, trying to keep his calm. you smirk ever so slightly, but he still notices — he always does.
“make me.”
after those words leave your mouth, he’s shoving you into the counter top — slamming his lips on yours. your mouths fight against each other, like they are trying to win a battle. one of his hands drag up to your hair, pulling it back to get you in the exact spot he wants you. he’s winning this battle, but in reality you are because this is what you wanted all along.
hamzah suddenly picks you up in bridal style, catching you off guard — making you gasp. he carries you to your shared bedroom, throwing you on the neatly made bed — not for long. hamzah is above you, his arms trapping you below him. his eyes are dark, his jaw clenched. he grips your chin and squeezes, making you open your mouth. he shoves his thumb in your mouth, making you gag.
“suck. fucking slut.” hamzah demanded.
your core feeling warmer, your thighs squeeze slightly at his words. you smirk around his thumb, soon sucking, spitting, giving him your stupid cocky smile that drives him nuts but he loves it. you swirl your tongue around his thumb, licking up and down until he pulls his thumb out your mouth, making a pop sound.
hamzah’s hand wraps around your throat, squeezing slightly. his hand trails down to your shorts yanking them off of you, leaving you in your underwear. he observed the wet spot in your panties.
“hm look at that. your soaked and i haven’t even done anything yet. your just a little slut begging to be touched hm?” he taunts.
he pushes your panties to the side shoving his two fingers in with no warning — making you gasp. his fingers curl as his thumb rubs your clit. small gasps and moans leave your mouth, you try to get up on your elbows but hamzah, hand on your throat, pushes you back down as he increases his pace.
“this is what you wanted right? being a little bitch for this huh? well you got it, and your gonna fucking take it.” he proclaimed as his hand squeezed tighter on your throat. your eyes roll in the back of your head, moans filling the room with the wet slick sounds of your pussy. your hips buck up, chasing his fingers.
slap.
“stay fucking still.”
his hand came across your face, cheek tinted a pink color. that drove you to the edge. your pussy clenched around his fingers.
“oh you like that huh?” he chuckles out cruelly. “you really are just that pathetic aren’t you?” he taunts.
he lifts his hand, palm connecting to your cheek, once again — causing you to let out a pathetic moan. your face tilted to the side, colliding with the sheets beneath you. your hands fist the sheets as you come undone, releasing yourself all over hamzahs fingers.
you expect hamzah to stop, but no. instead he flips you over — earning a yelp from you. he bends you over, shoving your face in the sheets, ass up in the air. he literally rips your panties off of you, causing you to gasp. throwing the ruined fabric somewhere in the room. he pulls his sweatpants and boxers down, pulling out his cock. he gives no warning before shoving it in. everything happened so fast, still recovering from your previous orgasm. he grabs your wrists with one hand, trapping them behind you as he pulls you back on his cock, thrusting into you with no remorse, causing you let out a loud moan.
“oh my god! hamzah!” you yelp, your voice trembling. he lets out a groan and slaps your ass, leaving a red mark. “wanted to act like- fuck! a fucking brat yeah? so your gonna get treated like one.” he pants out, his words getting interrupted with groans. his hand lets go of your wrists. instead, he grips your hair, forcing you up, your back arched — earning a loud moan from you. your legs start trembling from the overstimulation. your mascara dripping down your cheeks, hamzah glances at the body mirror facing the bed, he smirks.
“aww look at you..” he pulls you back by your hair, you’re against his chest, up on your knees, his arm now wrapped around you — holding you in place, the other wrapped around your neck, his thrust slow. “look at how fucking pathetic you look.” he whispers by your ear.
you glance at yourself in the mirror, your lipstick smudged, your mascara leaving black tears stained down your face, the pinkish red marks on your face from his slaps. you looked like a complete slut and you loved it, being his slut.
“you love it, don’t you?” he taunts. “say it. say you love being my slut.” he commands.
“i love bein- ah!“ your sentence being interrupted by a moan as hamzah almost pulls completely out of you before slamming back in forcefully, causing your body to jerk up roughly. he does it again, then again, then again. his hard slow thrusts driving you crazy, a loud moan let out after each one.
“come on, fucking say it. what, you can’t even talk now?” he scoffs. you let out soft sobs, not just of pain, but of pleasure. the pain mixed with the pleasure only made you want more.
“i love-“
thrust.
“being-”
thrust.
“your s.. slut.”
each word being cut off with a whimper or a moan every time he thrusted. the speed of his thrusts soon increase, and your bouncing up with every one, still against hamzahs chest. hamzahs pants and groans in your ear only making you closer and closer. hamzah pushes you down into the sheets again, ass up and face down.
“you gonna cum on my cock? i feel you clenching-“ his sentence cuts off with a high pitched moan, you let out a small chuckle. he slaps ur ass hard — causing you to grunt and curse under your breath. your legs start shaking.
“hamzah- please. let me- fuck! cum..” you plead. hamzah chuckles cruelly, and his thrusts slow.
“hmm, i don’t know… do you think you deserve to cum after how bratty you’ve been to me recently? only good girls get to cum.” he teases, rubbing the red handprint on your ass before slapping it again.
you let out a long high pitched whine, “hamzah please- i’ll be good. i’ll be a good girl for you… just please let me cum. please..” you beg pathetically.
hamzah smirks and picks up his pace again, “good girl. taking it so well f’me.” he grunts and yanks your hair back.
he leans down — his voice just below a whisper,
“cum on my cock f’me pretty, wanna feel you. go ahead.”
after those words left his mouth, your cumming, legs shaking, your literally seeing stars — letting out the most pathetic sounds that drove hamzah crazy. your knuckles gripping the sheets, turning white. hamzah follows right after you, leaning forward, hands gripping the sheets as well — followed with a loud moan of your name.
you collapse, body limp and legs shaking. hamzah pulls out, the mixed juices leaking out of you. hamzah collapses right beside you, on his back, panting heavily.
after a few seconds of catching his breath he hops up immediately, focusing on taking care of you. he goes into the bathroom, wetting a rag with warm water. he heads towards the bed, his hand moving the hair that’s sticking to your face. he flips you over gently, whispering sweet nothings too you as he cleans you, treating you like a delicate doll. after he’s done, he heads towards the dresser, getting you clean underwear and a oversized t shirt, putting on clean boxers in the process. he lifts you to sit you up, dressing you carefully, whispering things like “you did so well.” “your perfect.” and so on.
he picks you up gently in bridal style, carrying you too the bathroom, sitting you on the toilet seat. he kneels down in front of you,
“are you okay baby, did i go too hard on you?” he asks while he grabs your makeup remover wipes.
you just chuckle slightly and nod, “yes baby, i’m never better.” you give him a small kiss on his forehead. his heart melts, he smiles and pulls out a makeup wipe, gently wiping the smudged makeup off your face.
after he’s done, he pecks you on the mouth and picks you up, your legs around his waist as you both giggle with each other. he carries you too the bed, laying you down gently, giving you a small kiss on your forehead as he tucks you in. he then slips in right next to you, you lay your head on his chest as he caresses your hair.
“i love you.” you mumble.
“i love you more.”
a/n - sub hamzah next yall heh… hope yall like this sorry if this is lwk cringey…
here’s the sneak peak of the next fic coming out 🤭.
dom!hamzah | sub!reader (rough sex)
it is 8 o clock on a friday, you’re in the kitchen, making food. you hear hamzah come into the kitchen, his footsteps behind you.
“hey, could you make me one of those too?” hamzah says.
“make your own.” you snap back.
your own eyes widen at your bratty comeback, it just slipped out. you have just been having a rough day, you’ve been irritated and in just a bad mood. hamzah has been busy with editing and his youtube channel recently, so you haven’t got to spend much time with him — and honestly, it kinda pissed you off. you and hamzah haven’t had sex in almost 3 weeks and to be honest, you have been craving it so much that it has made you a bit bratty recently.
hamzah steps closer to you, grabbing your waist and turning you around.
“i don’t know whats up with that bratty attitude of yours recently, but i’m getting pretty damn sick and tired of you running your little mouth.” hamzah says softly, but sternly.
“oh shut up.” you say, rolling your eyes. something clicked in you. you don’t know what but you just wanted to egg him on. seeing him angry… well, you liked it. his hands on your hips tightened, eyes narrowed. “you need to stop. tell me what’s up.” he says a little more stern, trying to keep his calm. you smirk ever so slightly, but he still notices — he always does.
“make me.”
after those words leave your mouth, he’s pushing you into the counter top — slamming his lips on yours. your mouths fight against each other, like they are trying to win a battle. one of his hands drag up to your hair, pulling it back to get you in the exact spot he wants you. he’s winning this battle, but in reality you are because this is what you wanted all along.
a/n - also, lmk if u wanna be in my taglist! reqs are open as well.
warning: f!reader, oral (m!receiving), nerd!hamzah au, sexual tension, sub!hamzah, unprotected sex, cream pie, hamzah's first time, and more (use of y/n), not proofread (sorry for the mistakes!)
note in this I tried my hardest to make hamzah the nerdiest boy ever, and its been a long time since I've written smt so bare with me!
based on @rarekittie ask!
if it wasn't for your failing grade in this class you don't even know what you're learning about—hamzah, who is the nerdest boy ever (and annoying) wouldn't be with you in the campus library right now
you're supposed to be out drinking and partying with your friends right now but nope, stuck here in the campus library.
your professor asked hamzah to tutor you to get your grade up so you can pass this class because let's be real, you really need to pass this class and your professor can't stand you. you begged your professor not to let hamzah tutor you, not only because he's a teachers pet but he's insufferable.
He always has his hand up, ready to answer whatever bullshit question, he always looks at someone's paper and telling them they're wrong (you being a victim of it), and his presence over all is annoying. Always pushing up his glasses thinking he's better than others—adding on to his loser personality.
you were tapping through your friends instagram stories, silently sad about seeing how much fun they were having until an annoying voice catches your attention.
"hello? are you even paying attention? if you're not, I can pack up my st-"
"i am paying attention! my gosh.." you burst out, interrupting the boy. you shut off your phone and put your head in your hands —you definitely can't do this for another hour
"Oh yeah? What was I talking about then?" hamzah questions. you give him a blank stare, you don't know shit he was talking about.
you stutter over your words, trying to make up an excuse on the spot. "you know.. like the.. x square.." you mumble. "you know what, don't even worry about it because obviously you don't know. what the hell your talking about." hamzah rolls his eyes.
hamzah gets back to explaining whatever math problem that's in the book, with a annoyed tone in his voice. you sigh and zone out once again, eyes studying hamzah.
you get a good look of him—he has a sharp jawline, glasses fit perfectly on his face, hair is the curliest you've seen it been, and those pretty brown eyes looking down at the textbook and back up at you to see if you understand the equation.
your mind starts to wander. has hamzah, the most nerdiest guy you've ever met, lost this virginity? maybe this is way he's this way—the man hasn't gotten any pussy in his life, ever. He has an attitude day and night and such a high ego and you know just how to solve that.
"have you ever gotten laid?" you asked unexpectedly. hamzah was so caught off guard by your question, he almost choked on his on spit.
"uh.. why is any of that your business." he mugs. you shrug your shoulders and give him the most innocent smile you could give. hamzah gives you an intense stare before going back to work. "What if I helped you?" you say—interrupting him once again.
the room was silent for a bit before he said something. "Helped me? Helped me how? like give me a blowjob or something?" hamzah laughed until he saw the look on your face. you were serious, dead serious and it gave him a nervous pit in his stomach and send a rush down to his cock.
"are you serious?" he asks.
you hum and land an hand on his thigh "If you want me to be."
hamzah breath trembles from your hand. your starting to think that a girl has never touched him besides his mother. hamzah slowly turns his head back to the textbook and starts working on the equation again, now with a shaky voice.
you hand slowly creeps up to his pants zipper, slowly zipping the pants down. hamzah clears his throat, still working and explaining the problem.
damn... who would've known that nerdy boy hamzah was carrying this thing around campus. you stare at it for a moment, surprised by his length and girth. he's hard as a rock and throbbing like crazy.
you decide to take it further and wrap your hand around his cock. He lets out a little groan due to your cold hands and shifts in his seat to give you more access.
he liked this, due to the sounds coming out of him. he liked feeling your manicured hand (that he definitely hasn't gotten a little horny thinking about where he wants them) around his cock while he helps you with his work in the school library where someone could see you stroking him, acting out his favorite fantasy.
you look around the library—making sure no one can see what's about to happen.
you quietly move down, getting under the table and sitting in-between hamzah's legs. "y/n, what are you doing? what if someone sees us?" the boy panics
"then be quiet and continue solving the question and no one will suspect a thing." you whisper. you pull down hamzah's pants to his knees and continue stroking him.
no matter how hard hamzah tries, he can't stop letting out little whimpers. you move your mouth close to his shaft and lick all the up to his tip, wrapping your mouth around it. hamzah lets out a few curses out of his mouth, biting his lower lip and his eyes flutter shut.
you take your mouth off of him and look up at him. confused, hamzah looks down at you. "keep working on the problem." you explain and goes back down. hamzah whines and picks up the pencil and tries to solve the problem again.
you take him all the way and stroke what you can't fit. your tongue presses on his sensitive tip making moan, he immediately puts his hand over his mouth. you give him a look and continue.
hamzah's glasses slide down his nose looking at you between his knees, the girl he always jerked off to, sucking his cock. you bob you head up and down his cock.
"holy fuck—mm fuck you're good at this.. I should start tutoring you more, ohhhh fuck" your throat tightens and you hum around his shaft, earning more than one moan out of him.
hamzah pushes your head all the way down—gagging you with his cock. "shit, s-sorry—i had to—" he moans and takes his hand off of the back of your head. you rises up, getting a breath of air—coughing into your hand. you look up at hamzah, "what the hell.." you say breathlessly.
not gonna lie, you kinda like it. having him take charge.. it was hot. you get from under the table and straddle hamzah's lap.
his beady little eyes stare up at you, wondering what's happening.
"now, for what's about to happen— i need you quiet." you say.
"right, but what—oh f-fuck.." hamzah moans. he didn't catch you moving your panties to side but he did catch you sliding down on his cock and feeling your warmth. his hands goes down to your hips, holding you in place—you let out a slight whimper, trying to get use to his size.
this wasn't your first time but it was a little hard adjusting him.
you start rolling your hips. you close your eyes and rest your head against hamzah's shoulder. "holy shit—s'too much.. mm you're too big.." you gasped. to make it better, hamzah was helping you—guiding your hips up and down his cock.
"i-is that okay?" his stutters. you vigorously nod your head and start slowing your hips down.
suddenly, hamzah thrusts upwards, hitting your cervix. you moan out loud, your hands immediately flying up to your mouth. he repeats, hitting that sweet spot that no one else on this campus could hit.
"damn—you're so wet, baby.." hamzah moans. he could barely getting the words out without moaning.
you and hamzah's "quiet" moans, skin slapping, and your cunt squelching around his cock, you guys weren't even thinking about been quiet right now, just trying to finish each other off.
"ngh, i can't take it.. so deep i can feel you in my stomach..." you whimper. you look down at the obscene thing that's going on down there. fuck, your creaming all over him.
you look down at hamzah, you notice—he's not looking at you. his eyes are shut and his head pulled back.
you lightly slap hid cheek, his low eyes open and look at you. "look at me. i want you to look me while i—fuck.. ride you."
he nods and tries to hold eye contact with you. hamzah's hand goes under your shirt and bra and gently—squeezes your boob, fumbling with your nipple.
"you like that? yeah? ohhh fuckkk, keep squeezing me like that. shit, w-we should be studying.." he says breathlessly. you hum and nod, eyes staying on his.
you feel your orgasm coming, getting that feeling in your stomach.
"hamzah.. baby—i'm gonna cum.." you mumble. once he heard those words his thrusts gets faster, he must be on the same pace with you.
"same, fuck—cum with me, please.. cum with me." hamzah kisses down your neck, his thrusts getting harder and sloppier at the same time
"hamzah, pull out." you whine.
his thrusts suddenly stops, you hold on tight on hamzah while your orgasm flushes over you meanwhile hamzah is in heaven.
"oh fuck! i-i can't—cumming.. holy shit.." he groans. you feel his cock twitch inside you, his loading painting your walls inside you-- and your cunt clenching around him doesn't help.
he doesn't pull out until every single drop is inside you. you slightly whine at him pulling out, his load spilling out of your cunt.
you fix your skirt and panties before sitting back down in your sit, slowly due to your sensitivity.
i js wanted to let you know your like my favorite hamzah writer omg. i get so excited when u post. literally ALL of your writes are so fucking good girl. keep doing what u do girl, ily 😙.
I LOVE YOU DOWNNNN thank youu n i can’t wait for you to post more fics as well ❣️
warnings - thigh kink lwk, dry humping, p in v, riding, sucking hamzah dry ngl, marking, this is lwk kinky asf 😭.
requested by nobody i’ve been wanting to write sum like this for bit lol.
you and hamzah are on the couch, the tv playing in the background. you are snuggled against hamzahs chest. hamzah is focused on the movie, the tv illuminating his face in the dark room. your eyes looking down — down at his thighs. his tight shorts riding up his thighs slightly, his boxers peaking out from the bottom. you don’t know what it is about his thighs, they are just so… thick and warm and — you cut your thoughts off shaking your head slightly. ‘god i’m so weird’ you think to yourself, but you just can’t help it. your hand drifts down to his thigh, placing your hand down casually. hamzah doesn’t move, his eyes still focused on the tv.
a few minutes later you grow curious — you squeeze his thighs, trying to seem nonchalant about it — eyes still focused on the tv. hamzahs breath hitches quietly — you smirk slightly as your hands drift up and down his thigh, massaging it slowly. hamzahs heart beat increases, you feel his chest rise up and down faster and the soft thumpthumpthump of his heart. your actions are soon interrupted by hamzah grabbing your waist and hoisting you on his lap, followed by a small grunt. you feel his hard basically pulsating through his shorts. his hands trailing up and down your waist, his hands under your shirt — feeling the bare skin.
“kiss me.”
he mutters out softly — almost desperate. your lips are now plush against his, the kiss slow and gentle at first, his hands feeling you everywhere like he’s trying to memorize you. your hands trail down his chest as you scoot back just a little — your hands trail down to his thighs, your fingers slipping underneath his shorts and boxers — touching the bare skin. your hands squeezing and rubbing the bare skin of his thighs as you deepen the kiss. hamzah moans softly into your mouth, his hips bucking up into nothing — you giggle. you break the kiss causing hamzah to let out a disappointed whimper. your eyes slowly trail down to look at his thighs, you let out a breath.
“lift.”
you command — and hamzah immediately obliged, lifting up his hips. you get on your knees in front of him as you pull his shorts down, throwing them somewhere on the living room floor. his cock is straining through his boxers, a little wet spot stained at the top from his pre cum. you smile slightly and look at the boy in front of you. in his shirt and boxers, his eyes looking down at you desperate and pleading, his lips slightly open, his chest moving up and down quickly.
your hands roll up his boxers as high as they can go, revealing his bare thighs. you trail soft kisses across the left one as your hands squeeze the right one. your kisses soon turn into sucking and biting slightly, leaving marks on his thigh. hamzah is letting out sounds you’ve never heard him let out before, your arousal pooling in your underwear. as you finish marking up his left thigh, you switch — doing the same to the left thigh and rubbing his right thigh. his moans and whimper fill the room as you mark him. you feel him shifting above you, you look up — he’s grinding against his hand. you swear you could have came right there. your hand grips his wrist, holding him back — he whimpers. you look at the marked boy in front of you like he’s your art piece, his thighs covered in purple and red marks — you smile proudly at yourself. you straddle his waist as you rip his shirt off and throw it somewhere along with his shorts. you take his wrist and pin them above his head — he’s now only in his boxers in front of you. you use one hand too hold his wrists and use your other to take off your shirt and shorts, leaving you in your bra and underwear. hamzah basically drooled at the sight.
suddenly his hips thrusted up into yours, his clothed cock pushing into your clit perfectly, which caused you to let out a moan.
“shit m’sorry can’t-“ his hips buck up into yours again, then again… then again. til he’s literally rutting up into you.
“can’t stop-“ he pants out, “fuckk-“
the look on his face is completely pathetic — his eyes closed, brows furrowed, mouth open slightly. his clothed cock rutting into your clothed pussy so good, your hands losen the grip from his wrists slightly — causing hamzah to break free and place his hands on your waist, his hands squeezing your hips as he drags you up and down his cock, making you grind against him. your completely lost in pleasure at this point — your hands wrapped around him like a hug, your head in the crook of his neck. your hips bucking into his uncontrollably, your thighs squeezing his.
you let out a deep moan. “hamzah.. m’gunna..” you couldn’t even finish your sentence before your cumming in your underwear, shaking and moaning above him. as soon as you come down from you high, you realize he didn’t cum yet — you get down on your knees in front of him.
“what’re you doing..” he lets out in a raspy tone.
“shh..” you hush him as you pull his boxers down, his cock springing out — pre cum at the tip. you throw his boxers somewhere in the room. your hands grip his thighs as you kiss his tip, causing his hips to twitch slightly and a small pathetic whimper out of him. you smirk softly as you lick up his cock — base to tip, causing him to grip the couch cushions. soon after, you take him whole causing him to let out a loud dragged out groan. you drag your mouth off of him, slobber dripping from your mouth. he’s panting pathetically, his eyes glossy as you lift his legs up over your shoulders — your head in between his thighs, his knees bending over your shoulders. your hands holding his thighs in place.
“w-wha- ahh..” his sentence interrupted with a moan as you take him whole again. your messy and sloppy, giving him the best head he’s ever had. his hands make your hair into a make shift pony tail, guiding you up and down his cock. his thighs squeezing your head slightly, as he thrusts up into your mouth. your eyes are rolled back, slobber dripping down your chin, gagging every once in a while. your nails dig into his thighs, jerking your head up, taking a breath break. soon after you go right back at it.
“oh my god y/n.. feels s’good. i’m.. m’gunna cum..”
that only motivates you to go faster, tears dripping down your face, but you don’t care. the way his thick thighs are squeezing around you, you are basically in heaven right now. you moan against his cock, sending vibrations up through him.
“fuck! m’cumming.. ohmygod.” he whines pathetically as he thrusts up, thighs squeezing your head fully — trapping you between them. you moan as his cum shoots down your throat, and of course you swallow it all.
as soon as he goes limp, you pull off his cock — pulling his thighs off your shoulders. you wipe your mouth, because of the saliva coating it. hamzah is panting, his eyes closed, mouth parted.
“holy fuck.” he finally lets out. “when did you learn to do that?” he chuckles out.
you shrug nonchalantly as you smile. you hop up, stripping in front of him. you take off your soaked panties and your bra. his cock immediately came back to life, standing up twitching in front of you. you chuckle at his neediness.
“wow. that was fast huh?” you tease him playfully.
“shut up..” he chuckles out embarrassed. you smile at his cute demeanor as you straddle his thighs, hovering over his cock. you press your head against his, your eyes looking down at where your pussy meets his cock. his tip against your slit as you take your hand and rub his cock up and down your cunt teasingly. he lets out a small moan at your teasing before you slam down on him, causing both of you to let out a loud moan in unison. his hands grip your waist as you start to grind down on his cock, your hands rub up and down his chest slowly. your both moaning in unison until your cut off by hamzah slamming his lips onto yours, quickly turning into a sloppy makeout. your tongues sloppily dancing with each other — your hands all over him and his hands all over you. you are now bouncing on his cock, you guys pull away for air, a string off saliva connecting off you and hamzahs lips. hamzah pulls you in a tight embrace, arms wrapped around your back — hugging you. his hips thrust up into yours, now he’s basically taking control, holding you still as he fucks his hips into you. your close — you clench around him.
“mhm.. cum f’me y/n. cum on my cock..”
after he let out those words, your cumming on his cock, legs shaking, eyes closed, mouth letting out a struggled moan. after that, hamzahs hips stilled, thrusting up into you one last time before spilling inside of you. soon after you guys collapsed against each other, your sweaty bodies sticky against each other.
a few moments passed and you stood up and looked at the boy in front of you. his thighs covered in hickeys and scratches, his curls sticking to his forehead, and his glossy brown eyes looking up at you. you raise your hand to your mouth and chuckle. looking at your fucked out boyfriend in front of you.
hamzah shook his head and chuckled playfully, “oh shut up..” he says as he pulls his boxers back on. you let out a full on laugh as you say, “well i guess no shorts for a while then..” you smirk as you put on your oversized t shirt back on.
the night ended with you guys embraced in each others arms, fast asleep in your shared bed together.
a/n- don’t judge me yall okay… also send reqs in pleaseeeeee
the fan in the corner of the living room hums low, pushing warm air around without really cooling anything. it’s mid-july, too hot for sweatpants, which is probably why hamzah’s sunk into the couch in a pair of loose basketball shorts and a worn tee, laptop balanced on his thighs.
he’s editing, headphones in, the screen’s blue light flickering across his face as his fingers move quick over the keys. he doesn’t notice you at first when you walk in - his brows are knitted in concentration, his lips set in that little frown he gets when he’s meticulously cutting clips together.
he’s sprawled out, legs open in a way that takes up half the couch without him realizing. manspreading like it’s his birthright.
you drift a little closer, standing by the arm of the couch for a moment just watching him, the way his shorts ride up to bare more of his thighs. they’re golden from the sun pouring through the window, smooth where the light hits, shifting when he flexes unconsciously.
finally, you step between his knees and sink down onto the carpet, resting your hands lightly on the edge of the cushion.
he glances down, surprised for a second before his mouth curves up into a grin. the laptop gets shut without hesitation, set aside on the coffee table.
“what’s up?” he asks, voice low with amusement.
you just shrug, feigning innocence.
he reaches out, thumb under your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. “hm?”
“nothing,” you murmur, eyes flicking to the spread of his thighs.
his gaze sharpens like he knows exactly where your mind is. he leans back, settling deeper into the couch, leaving his hand cupping your jaw. no more questions, just a silent permission for whatever you’re thinking of.
your palms smooth up the outside of his thighs, fingertips pressing into the firm muscle there. his breath hitches quietly - almost nothing, except you know him too well not to catch it.
“just touching,” you say casually, squeezing lightly, nails grazing his skin.
his eyes slip half-shut, head tipping back against the couch, but his lips part on a soft exhale. “mm. keep going.”
you push higher, fingertips dragging over the swell of muscle until your thumbs brush the edge of his shorts. his thighs shift under your hands, heat radiating off him, and that’s when he lets out the first real sound - a low, unguarded groan that makes your stomach flip.
he glances down again, cheeks tinged pink.
you squeeze a little harder, thumbs digging into the firm muscle, and his reaction is immediate. another sharp exhale, his hips shifting just barely under your touch.
“you’re ridiculous,” he mutters, but it’s shaky, betrayed by the way his eyes flutter half-closed again.
you lean in, lips brushing the inside of his knee. a ghost of a kiss, nothing more. “s’not my fault you’re sensitive.”
he sighs shakily through parted lips as you kiss higher, trailing up the length of his inner thigh. his breath stutters, another groan slipping out before he can catch it.
“fuck,” his free hand curls into the couch cushion, knuckles turning white.
you pause just short of where his shorts tent against him, your lips hovering. you can feel the heat of him through the thin fabric.
“already hard?” you murmur, voice all sweet.
his cheeks flush deeper. “it’s.. you- you’re-” he cuts himself off with another trembling breath when you press your mouth against the curve of his thigh, just beside his bulge.
your hands slide further up, squeezing both thighs like you’re trying to memorize the shape of them, the warmth, the way they flex under your palms. his reaction is everything - half whimper, half moan, his hips jerking the slightest bit toward your mouth before he can stop himself.
“god, you’re gonna kill me,” he mutters, breathless.
and still, he doesn’t stop you. he doesn’t push you away, doesn’t guide - he keeps letting you kiss your way up, pliant under your touch, getting harder with every inch you claim.
your mouth hovers just above the bulge in his shorts, and you feel him freeze. “up,” you simply order, tugging at his waistband.
he doesn’t hesitate, quickly lifting his hips just enough for you to pull them down, shorts and boxers in one, until he’s bare in front of you. his cock is flushed, straining, already leaking at the tip.
“shit,” he whines when the air hits him, his thighs tensing up under your hands.
you glance up at him. his head’s tipped back, lips parted, chest rising and falling fast. when he realizes you’re watching, his eyes flick open, wide and already a little glassy.
you curl your fingers around the base of him lightly, just to test. his whole body reacts. hips jerking, a soft groan catching in his throat.
“sensitive,” you tease again, giving him a slow stroke.
“you can’t-” he cuts himself off with a hiss, hand flying to the back of your head like he needs the anchor. “you can’t just..”
you lean in and lick a long stripe up the underside of his cock, from base to tip. he moans lowly, thighs clenching around you.
then you take him into your mouth, steady and unhurried, and the sound he makes is broken, like he wasn’t ready for how good it would feel. his hand tightens in your hair but he doesn’t push, letting you set the pace.
he bites down on his lower lip, trying to stop moaning every time your tongue slides along the sensitive underside. his thighs flex again under your hands, warm and solid, like he’s holding himself back from thrusting up into your mouth.
“fuck,” another groan, his hips twitching despite himself. “please, don’t stop.”
you hollow your cheeks, sliding down slow, and hamzah’s whole body jolts. his thighs strain hard beneath your palms, a tremor running through him as his head falls back against the couch. “oh my god,” his words come out half-groan, half-laugh, in disbelief that you’re actually doing this.
you keep the rhythm steady, hand working in time with your mouth, and every sound he makes tells you exactly how wrecked he is. low groans, shaky exhales, a muffled “fuck” every time you drag your tongue along his whole length.
at first he tries to just take it, but then his other hand slips from your hair to your jaw, thumb pressing lightly against your cheek like he’s testing if you’ll let him.
“look at me,” he pants, and when your eyes flick up, the sight of him makes you lose focus - head tipped back, mouth parted, chest heaving, sweat beading on his forehead.
his thumb strokes your cheek. “so good. you’re so fucking good for me, m’sorry- i just need to-”
he tries to stay still, but his hips jerk before he can stop them. a sharp groan leaves his chest, deep and guttural, and suddenly he’s guiding shallow thrusts into your mouth, each one shakier than the last.
“fuck - can’t..” he groans again, holding your face gently but firmly, not forcing, but leading. “can’t help it-”
his thighs tighten, hard muscle under your hands, twitching with every roll of his hips. he’s flushed all the way down his neck now, completely lost in the way your mouth feels.
“don’t stop, please don’t stop,” he whimpers, eyes squeezed shut for a second before he forces them open again to look at you, jaw slack. “fuck, i’m gonna-”
he’s trembling now, every muscle strained as he fucks into your mouth. his voice is ragged, caught between pleading and warning.
“fuck, fuck, i’m-” his breath breaks into a groan, head tipping back, and then he’s spilling across your tongue, hips stuttering like he can’t control them.
the sound he makes when he comes is utterly raw - your name tangled with a curse, low and needy. his hand stays cradling your face the whole time, gentle even as his body jerks helplessly.
you take it, swallowing around him until he’s twitching, whimpering with overstimulation, finally slumping back against the couch with his chest heaving.
carefully, you ease off, wipe the corner of your mouth, and tug his boxers back up over him. he flinches at the touch, still sensitive.
you climb onto the couch beside him, and without a word, curl into his side, resting your head right on his thigh.
he lets out a soft, disbelieving laugh, carding his fingers through your hair. “you’re obsessed,” he says, voice worn-out but fond.
“maybe,” you mutter, snuggling closer, cheek pressed to the warmth of his skin.
his hand stills for a second, then squeezes lightly at your shoulder. “you’re so weird.” he teases.
but when you glance up, he’s smiling - lazy, a little shy - and he doesn’t move you. if anything, he shifts his leg so your head fits even more comfortably against him.
warnings - smut, breeding kink, unprotected sex, p in v, dry humping.
hamzah x female!reader | inspired by this request.
you’re drifted off into sleep until you feel shifting behind you. it’s your boyfriend hamzah. you are still half asleep — eyes still closed. a few minutes later you feel your boyfriend pressed up behind you — spooning you. you smile softly — eyes still closed, until you feel his hips rock back and forth. your eyes open and your body feels like electric all over. you lift up your head — just enough to look at your boyfriend behind you.
he's humping you in his sleep.
his eyes closed, mouth open slightly, eyebrows furrowed. small pathetic sounds leave his lips. the golden sun reflects of his perfect face. he looks like he was sent down from heaven. your eyes widen — your thighs squeeze together. that was the hottest thing you’ve probably ever seen. you hesitate on speaking.
“baby? baby wake up.”
his eyes drift open, hips still moving suddenly stop.
“oh fuck. baby i’m so sorry.” he says apologetically. you turn fully around facing him and smash your lips against his. he’s caught off guard so it takes him a second to kiss you back. now you’re here, you and hamzah basically eating each others faces. he grabs your waist and hoists you atop of him — still kissing you. you feel his hips grind up into you. your just in a oversized t-shirt and underwear. hamzah is shirtless with some shorts on. you guys basically dry humping. your hips rutting into one another until suddenly hamzah flips you over on your back. you guys both breathing heavily as he basically tears off you oversized t-shirt.
“so pretty…” he mumbles to himself as his hands go to grope your tits. he leans down kissing your collar bone — trailing down to your tit. leaving small pecks on each one. you reach down and tug on his shorts — he reached down pulling them off and throwing them somewhere in the room. you see his prominent bulge through his boxers before he yanks those off. his cock sprung out, pre-cum on the tip. he looks at you with his dark eyes before his hand drifts to the hem of your underwear. “can i take these off pretty?” he asks, you nod lifting your hips up to help him take them off. he reaches in the drawer for a condom before you stop him.
“no. can we do it raw tonight.” you mumble quietly, kinda shy. his eyes darken and his face becomes something you can’t quite place. his eyes look at you as he lines his cock up with your pussy — rubbing himself up and down your folds, teasing you. “you want me to fill you up, hmm?” he says with a teasing tone that makes your stomach flutter and your pussy ache — you nod. after that, he slams into you. you let out a high pitched moan and he let out a groan. he paused for a moment, letting you adjust before he fucks you ruthlessly. “s-shit… feels- s’good..” he mumbles, lost in your pussy. his hot breath against your neck, his soft moans slipping out once in a while. “shit baby- you like taking my cock like this? breeding you like this hm? all f’me hmm?” he mumbles out, kinda coming out as a whine as he’s completely pussy drunk by you. he’s repeatedly slamming into your sweet spot, making your moans increase. he presses a hand on your lower stomach — making it feel even better, if that was even possible. “you see that? you see my dick inside you? fucking you completely raw, you like that huh?” he taunts. you nod frantically — your moans becoming louder.
“hamzah god- keep fucking me just like this.. s’good..” you praise out to him. his moans becoming more loud, desperate, whiney. it’s music to your ears. his hips becoming sloppy and that familiar feeling in your stomach that makes you feel like your about to explode. “i’m close y/n… fuck yeah- let me fill you up.” he breathes out, “mhm fill me up with your cum hamzah..” you moan out. he kisses you messy, desperate, and sloppy. his hands gripping your waist so hard it burns. it burns with pleasure, you love it. “fuck- i’m gunna cum inside you.. mhm..” he mumbles out, completely pussy drunk. “yeah cum inside me, fill me up with your babies.. fuck!” you let out to bring him closer to the edge. right after you let those words leave your mouth, his hips stutter into you. his warm liquid shooting into you — filling you up entirely. that alone brought you to the edge. you cum on his cock, your legs wrapped around him, shaking as you moan his name. hamzah fucks you slowly through your high before you both collapse onto each other. you guys both chuckle softly.
“good morning.” you both say in unison.
a/n - sorry if this is cringey lol. lwk kind of a lazy write. sorry i’ve been busy with school so i haven’t had much time to write.
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