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Aug 11

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HAMZA X READER

a/n - my first ever hamza fic!!! PLEASE DONT MAKE IT FLOP, i know i am known for my tapori Uzair and daddy Iqbal but ahem i think i wrote well :P, also Zaviyar is Hamza spy name, dont get confused my cutus, i added translations cause the dialgoues could be a bit hard to understand since i do not speak urdu it was a little hard to write this way but i tried my best, happy reading ( first part to a two shot?)

warnings - Age gap (21-34) , manipulative Hamza, violence, animal hunting, virgin! reader, thigh riding, oral ( f receiving), fingering, p in v, unprotected ( wrap it before you tap it), Hamza is basically talking you through every single thing, reader is a little shy at times, idk if this a warning lol

The threads were stitched deliberately into the cotton cloth, repeated lines of brow, deep brown till it created a shape.Black didn't outline the whole of it, a good artist always knew not to do that, the only spot where absolute black was where the eyes would and the weaved thread suddenly turned into something alive - innocent and wide eyes, dousing with lashes. It was almost like an ordinary deer only it had four horns and a look more heartbreakingly naive than a deer - it was a chousingha.

It was perched on the vibrant grass, resting into your mothers hand peacefully in the embroidered piece, the last of what remained of your ammi jaan. Chousingha are extremely timid, often hiding behind thick bushes and impossible to find in the north your father had occupied, but your mother’s stories brought them to you. She had spent time in her homeland nurturing the wild with her hands, she would tell how she found her solace in the forests, resting against the tree with the very animal in her hands and how she had prayed to the god for a child as beautiful as the gentle life in her hands.

Living up to your father’s idea of you was beneath you, he loved you but that was all to it. And as his only daughter you weren't held up for the value to the family ,but for only and only for the blood you were born of, and for you - yes you were more than precious but that blurred the line where he could see you as an individual apart from being his delicate princess.

You had nothing against delicateness but you couldn't and wouldn't cage yourself to something others wanted for you, but the escapes were limited so you knew only one- hunting. Growing up hidden from the world locked away,deemed too ‘precious’ for your own, had only helped you learn one thing - the preciseness at which to move your body so it wouldn't catch eyes, so it wouldn't make sound, while you sneak into the forest.

The wind was heavy making the leaves slap together, the loud rustles going off in the air mixing with the roar of the eagles as it set up in the sky from the branch

You had surely acquired your heart for hunting because your mother was too gentle for this, but too much of anything brings nothing but doom- look at where she ended up, married to a man like your father.

You couldn't blame her

You thought walking forward, holding the bow loosely in one hand, the dry leaves breaking into pieces beneath your jutti.

You yourself had no clue for what you will do when the time comes and your father finds a reasonable match, the one that aligned with his political decision. You had tried courting before but it bored you terribly, none of them felt like remotely real human beings, stuck up too high in their prides.

Dense trees hid the clear blue sky from you creating its own canopy as you shifted through shadows till you reached an open spot-

A shadow at the very corner

It was of a deer only it wasn't an ordinary dear, the shadow curved awkwardly making the lines appear blunt but it had four small horns

It wasn't supposed to be there

They don't come around her

You are in the very north

You tried to reason with yourself but your heart had already lept your mother’s, what could have you wanted more than seeing what your mother had always told you about, and see it in flesh instead of embroidered piece behind glass

So you followed

It skidded away

The bush rustling violently with it

Timid creatures; that's what your mother had told you. You dashed running after it, you couldn't shoot it just as easily you had shot the others- you just couldn't. Your lungs burned with how fast you had ran to keep up with the deer, feet felt like they were set ablaze inside the shoes and kept going and going following the thud and low hums of the wild thing.

You were led astray into the forest, the rustle of the leaves coaxed you into the unknown.

You realised that little too late, you had wandered in too far and over what? A stupid deer. You check back at your shoulder -three arrow left, you were screwed astronomically, you were. The skies had leaked into something darker and the pit in your stomach grew, your father had no whiff as to where you would be, there was absolutely no one coming to save you.

You had ventured the woods enough throughout the years to know you had ended up in a dangerous spot, more than likely habitat to the predatory animals

The dry wind whispers through the tall grass. A striped shadow waits behind the green leaves. The sharp eyes of the beast watched your every move, it was a hyena you could figure that much out from the shadow. You had hunted before it should have been that hard but then you saw it.. There were at least five of them. You pull your bowstring tight. You panic and let the first arrow fly into the dirt. You fire the second arrow, but it misses the head, you only need to kill one to scare away the others.

You heard loud thumping footsteps from behind, possibly a running animal. You shoot your final third arrow at the back into the empty air due to the pure dread of it being a larger predatory animal .

The hyena leaped out of the brush, you jerked but surprisingly never met with the blow you expected.

You despised being the damsel in distress, despised being the delicate princess who had to live under the safety of your knights and the 'care' of your father but who would have remembered their morals, their sanity their very being in front of the man who emerged as a stone statue to your deliverance. The bronze of his skin turned gold where the scattered sunlight seeping from the trees escaped, grazing the part of his face and muscular arms.

He looked back to find you had been staring at him, your eyes set on his face . Your breath hitched - he was beautiful. Possibly older than you by a decade or so, but his green eyes held you grounded. It was like fresh mist mixing with deep ocean green and your mind hadn't felt this clouded in ages.

“Aap janti bhi hain ke ye jangal kitna khofnak hai? Kya lene aayi hain aap yahan? Yahan aap jaisi shehzadiyon ki koi jagah nahi” and then it was his voice, making your bones feel lighter but the word brightened up the offense and the shame you had already, of not being able to protect yourself

“ Aap kaun hote hai humne sikhaane waale? Humne kisi..dehqan ki ijazat nahi chaiye kahi jaane ke liye”

" Who are you tell me what to do, what not to do ? Should i be taking permission from a peasant now to go where I want?"

You look at his clothes, the fabric appeared rough and worn out, enough to tell you he was a peasant.

"Ye jangal ghuroor ko zinda nigal jata hai, Shehzadi Sahiba. Isse pehle ke raat ho jaye, wapas laut chaliye"

" This forest is going to eat your pride away, your highness we must return before the sun sets"

Is he insisting for you to go with him? Your stomach pooled with a strange sensation as he walked past you, already reading the horse for your both departure without a word of agreement from you. You could smell the sandalwood on him as he walked past mixed with the sweat from the sun, almost feel the long terres of hair that covered the nape of his neck.

The rationality inside you wanted to die, the way his hands worked to fix up the saddle, how his thick fingers were decorated with rings, the size of his bicep larger than your entire face and the low hum of his voice - all of it had you entranced. But you were a princess and above all a woman, everything was cautionary but would you have really mind him abducting you?

“ Chalo”

“Ek dehqan ke sath? Hum bhala kyun chaloon aap ke sath?!"

" I will go with a peasant? WHY WOULD I GO WITH YOU?"

The word might have hit him too hard, or maybe it was your tone reeking of stubborness, you could have said why would you go with a stranger but no you decided on that. He stepped forward methodically slowly, almost instantly you were stepping back trying to create distance. He followed back your retrieving steps without a hint of his intentions on his face, but you only knew that the closer he got the wider the span of his chest got, the more you were engulfed into his frame you realised how helpless you were.

Your back hit the tree, “ Maut ka irada hai? Nahi na ,toh fir chalo” He inched closer, “ Nahi mai nahi chalungi!”

That was it

His coarse palm wrapped around wrist to force you forward into his lead, it wasn't bruising it was with the carefulness with which people carried valuable assets, hard enough to make you move but not hard enough to leave a mark- he was determined on the being the savior and any harm to his mean would cease the mission all together.

He put you up on the horse like you weighed nothing before you could have protested that your back was crushed against his chest, his heavy chin resting on your shoulder both his arms going by your sides to keep you caged and guide the horse. The leather dug into the back of your thighs, his heart burned at your back through the thin fabric, each pulse made your own heart beat faster, your breath rise.

Red marked your skin with how his rough beard scratched at your skin, you squirmed finally“ Ishthir baitho y/n” “Tumhaari ye majal ke tum mera naam lo?!" You grunted, putting effort into making your body move actually, rather than mindless squirming but your name, well your name has never sounded better before.

He sped up, one arm looping around your waist to keep you still. You screamed hard - the way his breath fell on your neck, he was closer now, his thighs touching your body and just the sheer proximity was making something tingle in between your legs. “ Isthir baitho y/n varna yahi se gira dunga” His voice was so calm that the threat went over your head. What remained was the vibration that went through your body at the low rasp in your ear.

Your cheeks flushed red from the cold wind hitting your face and by how purely humiliating and exciting this was at the same time, he saw how you weren't used to your body cutting through the air, the way your face furrowed at the harsh sensation. In a fraction he had wrapped the loose cloth from his body over your chest, pulling you into his chest.

The bumps brought you closer, if you got too afraid you would go and squeal into his chest like you had known him all your life.

You were scared

Scared of all the feelings rushing through you, scared at what your father would have to say for it but you weren't going to go meek, you couldn't afford that.

The horses neighed loudly as he stopped at the entrance of your castle,

the guards were already more alert than ever with the princess being missing for hours now,

“ Kaun ho tum?” One asked, their hands fixed on the sword at the side

He didn't answer, just swept the cloth you hide into the side revealing your face to the guards. With a hissing clink of the metal on metal, all swords were drawn on him, the blades glistening in the dark.

“ Bas”

Your father’s voice cut the chaos as he stepped forward, each person bowed their head lowering and so did their swords at the raise of his hands,

He got off the horse, putting you steady on your feet before bowing as well

“ Naam?” Your father asked

“ Zaviyar”

Your head snapped to his side, watching the way his lips moved as he said it, Zaviyar - that was going to be imprinted in your mind now, though the name sounded almost unfamiliar to his own lips

“ Meri beti ko haath lagate ho?” " You dare touch her?"

“Main ne unhein sirf un ki jaan bachaane ki khaatir haath lagaya tha.”“I only touched her to save her”

What a lie? Yes his touch didn't wander into places where it shouldn't have but the intensity spoke for itself, he touched her because he wanted to touch her.

“Kya khabar bhi hai aap ko ke un ki jaan par kya bani thi? Aap apni waahid nishani ko yoon bay-aasra kaise choor sakte hain ke woh apni hi shararton ki nazr ho jaye?”

“ Do you know what danger she was in? How could you let the only daughter you have get loose and run off to her own mischief” “ You will teach me what to do now?”

“Jalaalat-maab! Main aap ko yeh nahi sikha raha ke aap ko kya karna chahiye, balkay main aap ko yeh bata raha hoon ke agar main aik lamha bhi dair kar deta… to aap ki beti, yaani iss saltanat ki shahzadi, iss waqt duniya mein nahi hoti.”

“ I am not teaching you what to do your highness, i am telling you if i were a minute later your daughter, the royal princess would have been dead”

You were not allowed out for obvious reasons but its not like you ever listened or confined yourself to what your father had told you, but you couldn't upset him further by sneaking out so you were just sneaking in the perimeters of your own home.

The rescue had been too calculated too intentional , you were not naïve you saw the look in his eyes that tried to guise the concealed under a forged kindness of a man who simply stumbled upon the shehzadi's perturbation and saved her, risking his life like a godly man

Sleep was hard to come, as the second you dared to close your eyes his face would enthrall you all over again. There was a desperate yearning that was already gnawing at your chest, the excitement thrilled you, he was everything you couldn't have and the wrongness of him only harboured a twisted affection.

“ Zaviyar” you whispered to yourself, falling into a restless sleep

White marble shone under the sunlight, the ambers of the sun catching at the water you swirled. You laid on your stomach, one hand submerged in the pond in front of you.The anarkali you had graced yourself in was long, falling till your ankles, the ivory white mixing with marble but the bright gold zari work shined through.

Water bended to your palm, curling around as you moved your wrist , the fishes tickled at your skin adding to the soft kisses from the water, you were having the time of your idling around, when you heard footsteps approaching.

Your hair was let free completely, unrestrained, untamed wild curls and you knew how much your father would appreciate that, you sat up a little still very much on your stomach, your chest spilling through the neckline as the fabric strained against your breast, that’s when Zaviyar caught your eyes, standing metres away from you and your father was positioned facing away from you, they both were moving in the opposite direction from yours

You felt it again, that same feeling flooding your stomach ,the way your heart had to start working harder, he only glanced for a second but the effect was done, with the way he had measured every inch of your body with a quiet authority as if already certain that all of you was his.

"Maanna padega, aapke aangan ki bahaar sabse haseen hai, bahut khoobsurat phool hai"

“ I must say that the bloom of spring of your garden is the most gorgeous one, what a beautiful flower you have there”

He spoke with your abbu jaan, his eyes never once ever so slightly moving an inch to your face, but the encrypted message reached its rightful hearer, he was talking about you, perched up at the end of the glowing pound, out when you were not supposed to be.

Your lips curled into a smile, he didn't risk to watch your again and yet just like you, he had known your were smiling

The more they walked farther, their voices became a blur in your ear, and the more his figure became distant you couldn't control yourself. You sprinted across the thin bridged pathway between the ponds to hide behind a pillar.

You could over hear the broken bits of their before you got caught

“Main saaf keh raha hoon… aap ke inn na-aahal pehredaron se kahin behtar hifazat main kar sakta hoon un ki.”

"I am saying I could make a better knight for her than the ones you have"

"Bhala iss qadar khud-etamaadi?” " Such confidence?"

"Main inn sab ko lalkarta hoon. In sab ko mila kar bhi jo pehra bane ga, main akela inn se barh kar aik sacha muhafiz saabit hoon ga.”

"I challenge them, I make a better protector then than all of them combined"

You had heard the commotion the next day and you were more than sure what it was, running through the corridors, your heart beating wildly

The mid-day sun beats down on the red sandstone courtyard as four imperial guards draw their heavy steel talwars, forming a tight circle around the single warrior who stands calm, gripping his curved khanda with both hands. Dust swirls around his leather boots as the first tall soldier steps forward from the left, swinging his blade hard toward the lone man's neck.

Zaviyar ducks low, his steel blade sparking loudly as he blocks the incoming strike, but a second guard lunges fast from behind to drive a sharp dagger toward his spine. Spinning on his heel,

Zaviyar acted fast,driving his elbow into the attacker's armored face, yet the distraction allowed a third guard's talwar to bite deep into his left shoulder, slicing through his leather armor and pouring crimson blood down his arm.

Gritting his teeth against the throbbing pain, the warrior leaps backward onto the stone steps to reset his stance just as the final two guards charge forward at the same time.

Your watched down from the open jharoka, your ears turning teary at the sight and he noticed, looking you right in the eyes letting you feel how this was all dedicated for you, the blood he had soaked himself in, the wounds he had endured all for you

In a desperate, blinding flurry of steel and the confidence that this was going exactly the way he had wanted , he parries their twin swords and counters with a sweeping strike that cuts down his opponents, though a stray blade catches his thigh in the chaos. The four guards finally lie defeated on the blood-stained courtyard, leaving the victorious but heavily injured warrior leaning on his weapon, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he binds his bleeding wounds with a torn piece of his silk sash.

He fell to the ground not before passing you a smile

You looked past plainly put deceitful nature of his kindness, you looked past everything to watch the man duel for the title of your knight oh how romantically he bled for you. Your heart had made space for a man that was far too dangerous for your own understanding .

You couldn't stay in your bed any longer, feet finding the ground on its own. You padded down the stairs under the conduct of the lighted candle in your hand, your steps with the precision they had been whenever you had slipped off the walls of your castles, carrying yourself to a distant corner - a wing for servants.

Covering your face was a necessity, you moved quiet as a breeze before knocking on his door.

He had been expecting for you to come, he hated himself for he had been anticipating this for reasons apart from his mission,for the selfish part of himself that has been put off by your fire.

Your face was devoid of any extra steps you would have put to appear more pd, only dark soorma lining the water line of your eyes, dressed in a comfortable loose peshwaz of silk that moved in waves with your body as you dashed in, closing the door shut quickly for your sake.

Zaviyar watched quietly as you undid the fabric from around your face, the line of your lips slanted downward enough to know he was going to earn a scolding, and with the glare she met his eyes, he felt it to his heart.

“ Kya suji thi tumhein? Kya jarrurat yeh sab karne ki? Sabke saamne abbu ke aage shart rakhna voh bhi aisi?”

“ What was going through your head? What was the need for this? To put up such a challenge to my father"

He didn't reply, just smirked

Fuming you moved closer to him ,forgetting how he was twice your size, forgetting how he could snap you in one go, you pushed at his chest.

“ Mujhe has ke mat dikhao Zaviyar”

“ Don’t laugh at me now, Zaviyar”

You had been burning from the second you had entered his room, the chamber was already small but something about him made even that suffocation amplify, he was half undressed, his upper body bare and covered in bandages, only a thin flimsy pyjama covered the rest. He was bulky like you had expected him to be underneath those clothes, dark hair covering the whole of his chest and down to the line in between his stomach- your cheeks turned rose at the feel of his skin and with your own realisation of how you had been eyeing him.

The candle worked through the dark room, illuminating both of your faces in the pale yellow and you already knew how his skin would turn into gold at the light, his hand moved above your taking the candle gently from your hand.

He walked with it to the corner, and for a few seconds the world went black as he blew out the candle

“ Za..Zaviyar?” The oil lamp once again lightened the room, restoring your stolen breath. He sat down on the bed, his hands on his side - he didn't ask you to sit with him but there was an absolute that bent you against your own conscience.

You climbed up the bed, holding the fabric of your peshwaz to adjust it to your movement, the bed creaked gently and for the first time you were in a men’s bed and you could hear your heartbeat in your wrist with how it was pounding. You weren't really being the dutiful daughter right now , were you?

He started explaining slow “ Ladna mera farz hai, mansab-e-sipahgari mere liye izzat aur abroo ka baais hoga, aur sab se badh kar yeh ki... aap jaisi sanm-e-be-misaal, dilnawz ki qurbat paane ki khaatir, bhala kon apni jaan ka nazrana pesh karne se guraiz karega?”

“Fighting is my duty, being a knight would bring me pride and honour and above all who would put their life on line for beauty like yours, a beauty that is incomparable”

Bewitched you had moved closer, tracing the rough tied edge of his bandages

“ Yeh kisne baandhi hai?” “ Who tied these”

“ Maine” “ I did it myself”

“ Bahut kharab baandhi hai” “ You are horrible at it”

You wrapped the clean cloth around his wounds carefully, everything mechanical apart from the slight shaking of your hands. You have done a neat job,

“ Bohat mahir hain aap, aap ko yeh kis ne sikhaya?”

“ You are very skilled at it, who has taught you such a thing?”

“Hum ne yeh kaam khud ko sikhaya hai..” “ I have taught myself”

You secured the knot, your finger still brushing at his bicep.

“ Jab hum chup kar shikaar aur khelne jaate the, to apne zakham abbu ko nahi dikha sakti thi... kisi aur ko dikhana to door ki baat hai. Humne khud hi apni patti karni parti thi.”

“ When I sneak out to mess around and hunt, the wounds I got I couldn't really show them to them to my father let alone anyone else, I had to learn to do it myself”

“Itni choti umr mein... aur itna dard? Afsoos ki aap ko apne zakham chupaane pare. Koi ladki is umar mein khud apne zakham nahi seeti”

“ This pain at such a young age? It’s a shame you had to hide your wonders. A girl your age should not be tending to her own wounds, her own pain”

his voice had gone deeper all of a sudden, his eyes locking onto your face, trying to drain the sense and fight out of you with his intensity.

Green was all you saw, “Tumhari hifazat aur tumahra nazzara... bas yahi meri tamanna thi. Main kab se door khara tumhari ibadat kar raha hoon. Tum jaisi nazneen ko jis azaadi ki talaash hai, woh sirf mere paas milegi”

Ibadat mentioned 😛🤙😛

"I wanted to be a knight, to watch you, to guard you, i have been admiring you for some time now and a girl like you would experience all the freedom she needs with me"

he treaded the words to you, your chest heaved with an impatient string of breaths that you couldn't control.

“ Kya bo..bol rahe ho… tum Z..Zaviyar” “ What are you saying Zaviyar”

“Khuda ki qasam, kaainaat ke sab se bare shair ne bhi aisa misra nahi likha hoga jaisa tumhara yeh tawazun hai y/n"

“ Ha-Hadd mei raho a–apni” "Stay in your limits"

“Tumhari aawaz, tumhari saanson ki yeh tapish, aur tumhare chehre par chaati yeh laali... tum chupaana bhi chaho to yeh maasoom aankhen tumhara saara kacha-chitha khool rahi hain.Tumhari khwahishe nazar aa rahi hai, magar tum itni darpok ho ke khud se bhi iss ka aitraaf nahi kar paa rahi ho”

"Your breath fastens when you talk to me, your cheeks turn red, your innocent eyes burn with a desire that you do not want to admit to , but poor you, you are too afraid to admit to,to submit to it"

He poked right at your pride, it was true, even the task of looking him in the eyes felt like a battle in which your lashes lowered and raised without your permission but you couldn't bear to hear it from his mouth.

“ Hum darpok nahi hai” You argued back, raising your chin bridging the small remaining gap between you both, resting your hands on his scarred chest, it felt like a stone wall under your touch, you were aware of just how much strength he had but you couldn't help yourself.

His lips had never left the smugness behind, holding up a controlled smirk, his thumb brushed down the arch of your cheek and you broke, your body shivering.

He tipped his head, satisfied with how you gave the testament to his statement right away but the feel of his skin running down blurred your senses. You opened your mouth to continue the argument but he had leaned closer. Suddenly the air stuck to your skin and the oxygen from your air dissipated, his eyes were glued to your quivering lips.

“ Zaviyar” You whispered, closing your eyes.

His lips touched yours in a featherlight kiss, you sat still as a statue until you couldn't handle the temptation. Your body hiked up, you tilted your head and started a slow passionate kiss, you could taste the faint natural taste of saliva and the moisture of his lips. God your father was going to kill you- you reminded yourself but pressed closer to him. He didn't rush it, he wanted your surrender to be so slow that you wouldn't even notice that he lured you into it, he only kissed you properly when you had started squirming with overwhelming need, pulling back to watch him.

He slammed his lips against yours, his large hand covered the whole of the back of your head keeping your lips locked with his as he moved hungrily. Flesh traced at the seam of your lips making you gasp involuntarily- he swept in, tangling his tongue with yours.

The heat of the kiss travelled straight to the pulsing ache in between your legs, your nipple poking at the thin fabric. You moved your head to his commands, trying your best to keep up but in the end he won out and you remained with your head leaned back, breathing into his mouth.

“ Zaviyar” You moaned helplessly.

Hamza knew it was foolish, self destructive but he couldn't handle it, the way some other man slipped off your lips so easily, it made his stomach churn with envy. Only he deserved to hear it, it was only his to hear in the first place.

You both both your hands on his shoulder for some control and to not directly fall into the mattress as another breathy moan escaped your lips

“ Zaviyar-”

“ Hamza”

He corrected, forcing to hide the disbelief on his face and train his expression back to what would be considered normal

“ Kya?”

“ Mere kareebi mujhe Hamza bulate hai” " People who are close to me call me Hamza"

You nodded cluelessly,but that didn't explain the brief jealousy on his face. He shut off your thoughts again with another searing kiss, this time when he pulled back to let you breathe his lips still refused to leave you.

Dragging them down the line of your neck to the hollow of your throat, his lips pursed around the skin sucking a red mark there before he again dragged his lips, this time to your shoulder. His teeth caught at the cloth resting there, he met you briefly, seeking permission.

You sighed, nodding

He peeled the clothes off of your body, down your shoulder and you let him. He stopped in between, his warm mouth meeting your clothed nipples, his eyes tracing the shape of the peaks that protruded before he finally captured it into his mouth, sucking feverishly.

You whimpered, your hands twisting in his gorgeous hair, his salvia dampened the cloth enough for the colour of nipples to peek out, making him hum deliciously. “ Ya khuda” He couldn't bother with leaving the tender flesh alone for now, using his hand to pull down the fabric. You trembled, your breast exposed to the air of the room,to his eyes. There was certainly no going back now.

Your every little sense was heightened, breath hitching every two seconds as he sucked and flicked the bud with his mouth, the left breast being tortured by his hands, kneaded and squeezed as his rings delved into your skin, the cold metal contrasting delightfully with his warmth.

“Meri nazron ne aaj tak kaainaat mein koi shay itni dilkash nahi dekhi, jitni tum ho”

He whispered burying his face into the cleavage he formed by moulding both the breasts together, you leaned into his touch.

He pressed you slowly into the mattress, once again blurring your thoughts with his lips, his hands pulling down your clothes completely but he didn't look down for now, letting his hands work around and map every inch of your skin. The bedding wasn't even nearly comfortable as to what you were used to, you wondered if your back would cramp just by the feel of it and then you felt it. One thick finger pressing at your entrance

You instantly flinched back

He shushed you, his hands gently moving up your slit to your clit, pressing the rough pad of his thumb firmly onto it. He saw the uncertainty , how the fear seemed to take over the arousal -he understood it, he was so much larger than you, and being pinned beneath him, it could feel terrifying for anyone and especially for someone who absolutely shouldn't be doing this.

He pulled back, relaxing completely against the headboard. You laid still for a few moments , getting your breath back together and finally sat up when the desperation took over you again, missing the touch he just took away.

“ Kya hua Hamza?”

Hamza, fuck that voice was going to kill him one day

“ Tumhien dar lag raha tha y/n ?” it was gentle inspection

“ Haan” You breathed out

“Main chahta hoon ke tum apne khauf se baahar aao, apni haddon ko chor do”

“ Par mai-”

He patted his muscular thigh cutting you off, the demand was so oppressive but before you knew it you had complied. ‘ As innocent as a dear’ He thought watching you climb over his clothed thigh,like it was his lip with both your legs on the same side.

He chuckled roughly at the naiveness, repositioning you in one go so your leaking cunt felt right over the rigid muscle. A throaty moan graced your lips on cue, your body hovering over him before surrendering completely. You felt yourself pulse embarrassingly hard but you at least you had gathered enough courage to sit there, like this.

“Tum bohat bahadur ho, meri jaan”

He praised and you leaked out more, you needed more, you needed something to soothe the ache so you started whining, looking at his face for guidance.

“ Shh Shh”

He shushed you once again with the temperament of a man dealing with a stubborn animal rather than your needs, his heavy hands holding your hips ,snaking down to cup your ass and pulling back and forth on himself . The friction was so delirious that your eyes almost rolled back, for a few more seconds he kept up the rhythm teaching you how to please yourself before abandoning his hold on you all together.

You whined again but this time he paid no mind watching you with an unimpressed expression, he wasn't going to help you anymore. But moving your own meant admitting how much you needed this.

You grinded hard burning yourself

“ Aaram se” his voice deep and growly only adding onto your seeping wetness.

You complied, resorting to slow rolls that send spark throughout your body, you were mortified at what you were doing and how you were enjoying it. The wide slab of muscles tense beneath you as your fluid stained the white muslin clothes.

“ Tumhara yeh badan , yeh wajood mere libaas pe apni gawai chor raha hai y/n” " Your body, you desires is leaving its proof on my clothes"

You nodded, clutching your hands at the end where his legs met his hips, holding onto it as you started rocking your hips to get yourself off,rubbing the clit on him like a desperate dog in heat.

“ Jaise tumhein accha lage, waise hi apni kamar ko hilao. Jaldi ki koi zaroorat nahi, meri jaan”

He talked yet again making your head spin, you tried going faster then slower nothing helped really, it would feel good but the pressure only kept building with no sign of release. You looked at him through the curtain of hair that had fell upon your face, sweat beading down your forehead - he was resting up against the headboard, leisurely watching you lose your mind, and for a moment he looked like a king who had finally claimed his throne. “ haan ahh Hamza”

He shifted slightly in between to provide you some help, your cunt would only pulse more with no end, you whimpered in frustration, aggressively humping the flesh, your face scrunching up but yet he didn't move.

“Mujhse nahi hoga, meri madatat karo Hamza” You gasped in a cry

The rough callousness of his hand felt like heaven right now, finally holding you. Gripping your plump ass he controlled the rhythm, encouraging to bounce on him. Wet smacks of your pussy slapping at his clothed skin went off in the room, unbelievably lewd moans falling out your lips before it went quiet as the pleasure became too much and your body knew it was about to break.

Each bounce hit your clit perfectly, you had burrowed into your neck unable to handle the shame of what you were doing.

“ Yeh haya ka parda ab kisi kaam ka nahi y/n, mai tumhe apne asli maalik ke liye bikharte hue dekhna chata hoon”

He grabbed you by your hair, not yanking but pulling your head back, forcing you to meet his eyes.

Your orgasm crashed through you the second you looked at his face, your pussy clenching, unclenching around nothing

Falling back into the mattress was all your body could think of, but Hamza had other plans he saw it as an opportunity. Holding your trembling, defeated legs open and driving face first into your still recovering cunt.

“ HAMZA” you exclaimed your hips bucking up once before you forced them to scramble back, “ Tumhe khud ko saabit kar diya meri jaan ab meri baari” His tongue ran a broad stroke up your lips. He moaned at your chest, his chest rumbling with satisfaction

“ Mujhe tumhare iss wajood ka ras chakhna hai, is zaiqe ko apne rooh mei utarna hai”

he was determined on drawing on another orgasm from you, gently parting your petal to thrust his tongue. You grabbed his hair pulling him flush into yourself, felt his beard scape at your thighs and taint but that only added to the pleasure.

He explored the spongy part that his tongue could reach, resting your upper wall, torturing it with the back and forth motion. Your head fell back in bliss but your lower body tensed as another tremor ran down your back, your chest glistening with sweat, shining under the lamp light.

The bed creaked lightly and you noticed how Hamza couldn't hold himself back anymore, thrusting into the mattress at the taste of you. The sight washed every reasoning of your head.

“ Ahh Hamza bas aur nahi, mujhe bas tum chaiye”

You pulled his head back, his face plastered with a wide smirk but not for once it made you feel any lesser, any smaller.

He crawled up your body, the obvious size difference didn't frighten you anymore it only enticed you further. With another reassuring kiss to your lips, he pulled back pressing his finger at lips. His thumb pulled down at the softness and you couldn't do anything, as if you couldn't function without his commands,his domination.

“ Chuso” He demanded, his thumb already finding its way into your mouth, pressing down at the tongue feeling the soft bumps of it. You closed your mouth around his finger, coating in it your saliva, he pulled back with a praise now offering two fingers to your mouth. His middle and ring finger , you nodded wrapping your tongue around it, bobbing your head up as he told you to keep them wet.

You laid twisting in anticipation as Hamza tested the limits, measuring up how much you could take and to his satisfaction you greedily sucked both fingers in one go, your eyes flickering closed.

He could have you now, he was certain.

He pulled down the slick fabric, you forced your lidded eyes to stay open and you saw it. It was hard, sticking at his stomach, throbbing as if alive and the girth made you get out of your haze real quick, letting out a choked gasp.

“ Kuch nahi hoga” He coaxed softly, tapping the sensitive bundle of nerves with his broad tip as if that would help anyhow right now.

“ Hamza-” “ Kuch nahi hoga, mai bol raha hoo na”

He positioned himself between your legs with an absoluteness that made you marvel if you ever had a doubt.

He was sure he wasn't going to hurt you, it's just the misconceptions that were flooding your head, that he would tear you just because he is big.

He watched your fleshed out pink insides stretch around his dark cut tip, the tightness made him want to bury himself to the tilt in one go but he restrained greatly, his jaw flexing.

“ Hamza..” You don't know what you meant yourself, Hamza was going to make this the best as he could for you, intertwing your finger with his, his other hand resting softly at your hip to let himself in. He pressed a reverent kiss to your forehead pushing forward an inch.

You yelped, your hands flying to his bicep, “ Kuch nahi hoga” He repeated gently pushing more of himself inside. His handsome face crumbled under the expression of pure pleasure “ Ya allah kitni narm ho tum, kitna kas kar pakad rahi ho”

You burned under the praise, your legs falling open more to accommodate his hips and his cock inside your wetness, you clamped down hard on him.

His hips jerked as he rasped out “ Mujhe itni sakhti se na jakro meri jaan, main hil bhi nahi paa raha.” he massaged your hips waiting till you stretched more, feeding you a few inches at a time.

He finally sheathed himself inside peppering kisses everywhere on your face, the pressure of his thickness flooded your gut, you felt him till your throat, nothing leaving your lips other than helpless sighs “ Uff” it didn't hurt like the gruesome descriptions you had heard before, it was a pleasant kind of pain that layered so strongly with pleasure it became a part of it.

He shifted your legs to his waist, “ Theek hai?” You nodded, wrapping them around your lower back.

Hamza moved gently not pulling out more than two inches before thrusting back into you steadily, more like grinding his hips into yours avoiding his natural instincts for now, all his focus fixed on pleasing you

You pulled him closer, meeting his careful thrust with your clumpy desperate ones. The knot tightened once more in your stomach, and he fulfilled everything without having you ever ask for it, hitting your g spot with the tip each time.

He only sped up to help you reach your climax, his greed descended once he felt you pulse around him, your arousal splashing at his thighs and length. He needed to finish too, so he started pounding into your still fluttering cunt making you wail like a kitten “ Bas hogaya” He shushed, his voice growing horses as he burrowed himself in the tight heat of your gummy walls that wrapped around him like a vice

“ Bas bas, thoda sa aur” He cooed roughly watching the wails turn into cries of overstimulation. " Thoda sa aur, meri jaan, mere liye, kar sakti hoon na?"

Was your body even your anymore? you nodded breaking into his arms as he ripped another peak out of you. Hamza jabbed his dick, his movements turning harsh enough to knock the air out of your lungs for a second there before he pulled out.

His groan was of a lion, most definitely a beast because that sound sounded nowhere near human as he spurts out loads of his release onto your stomach.

The brief roughness was just a promo

You had known Zaviyar 8 months, 8 months of stolen glances, 8 length months of finding your only solace in his arms, and the time you had spent being devoured by him. You knew the risk from the start and maybe you should not have been so disappointed that you have not seen him in a week, shouldn't have felt your heart breaking into pieces when that one week stretched into a month- Zaviyar was gone.

He took everything with him, the little life he had given you, the little hope he had given to your soul that you could have something for yourself without it being a weapon against you, or without it weighing your value and what stinged the most is that you had fallen for him.

You did not know what this sudden departure even meant? Maybe he was hurt but something in your gut told you, it was simple as it could - he just left you. You tried reasoning again, what about his work? How could he have left that behind so easily, well he joined for you in the first place and once the interest had died he found no point in it.

The marks of the last night you spent with him had faded long ago but the feel of him sticked your very bones cruelly, and on days you could still feel his phantom touch inching up your thighs, holding you close to him.

Being fooled in the most obvious way humiliating but what was more humiliating is how your eyes still waited for him, you couldn't banish that flicker of your heart that told you he would be right back at the door.

You watched out the window, to be met with nothing but the dark skies above you and your own face staring back at you from the half visible reflection.

Sanu nehar waley pul tey bulaey key Sanu nehar waley pul tey bulaey key Te khorey mahi kithey reh gaya Sanu nehar waley pul tey bulaey key Sadi ankhaan wicho needra udha key Sadi ankhaan wicho needra udha key Te khorey mahi kithey reh gaya Sanu nehar waley pul tey bulaey key

a/n- mostly for babe @itsnotmaia hehe, i am sorry if this a little incoherent, trust me the dialgoues dont make sense to me at times as well

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