summary: hamzah has a crush that is extremely obvious to everyone except you ... somehow?! (both written & smau!!!)
a/n: happy new years!!!!!!
â march 2024
hamzah is hungry beyond belief.
martin's already assured him both over facetime and text that he's on his way with their full course meal of chinese takeoutâ currently sat in the basket of martin's rented bike, jostling up and down with every bump of the toronto pavement without a doubt. yet his stomach is still throwing a tantrum, depraved of any nutrients while his brain repeats in a neanderthal-like manner "food. coming. soon." in hopes of reducing the pressure within his poor stomach.
he opens instagram, needing some sort of an escape, because naturally a little doom-scrolling will ease his (dramatic but still very real) pain. somehow, among the ridiculous animal reels and comedic twitch clips on his explore feed, he stumbles upon a reel from you. a girl with a different quality and charm to your face and character than anything he's seen in other content creators.
not only does your bubbly yet elegant voice keep him watching but the subject matter is rather fittingâ you're cooking a homemade chicken pot pie for the first time. in the video you talk about how often your mother would prepare it growing up and now it's become a popular craving for you. hamzah watches intently as if he were ready to get up and make his own pot pie alongside you.
"hey! the hell are you smiling at?" martin's voice is breathy due to his trek to and from the chinese restaurant. he walks into the living room holding a crinkly plastic bag reading: "thank you! have a nice day!" with that big, yellow smiley face in between.
"huh? nothin'." hamzah dismisses and adjusts himself on the couch, "come on, 'm starving!" he reaches his hand out to take the food from martin before patting the seat next to him.
it was a surprise to see hamzah follow you on instagram a few months ago. you'd heard his name thrown around in certain spaces of the internet but never really indulged in any of his content.
his instagram had the format of a shitposting ten-year-old but it only made you curious about the humorous twenty-something. eventually you'd watched a youtube video of his; completely laughing your ass off and finding your eyes chasing after hamzah whenever he was in even the tiniest of frames.
it was never a serious crush by any means, just a nice piece of secret eye-candy who also happened to have a great personality and an enviously good work ethic (the effort martin and hamzah put into their videos was astonishing to you).
so you were quite nervous to be the first to dm him, in hopes of a friendship or a least a quick exchange of "hey." it was only right â you two had been liking each other's poss and stories a consistent amount.
the mellow first exchange between the two of you in april blossomed into you both constantly talking in your free time; your friendship quickly to developed a flirty back-and-forth dynamic that sometimes borders on way more than platonic. eventually martin was added to your consistent facetime calls and youâve even let them convince you to create a discord account to play minecraft and grand theft auto online with them.
and now youâre lying on your leather couch with both of their faces displayed in your laptopâs screen, eager to hear your response.
âi donât knowâŠâ you play with a loose end of the sweater youâre wearing, âwhat would we even do?â
they both stay quiet for a moment before hamzah laughs, âwhy are you acting like you donât wanna say yes right now?â
a smile slowly grows on your face âokay⊠gimme a second,â you begin to google flight information to and from toronto.
âoh!â you accidentally trip over yourself while walking backwards and stumble into hamzah, who was standing in front of the unfamiliar grocery store, watching you prepare to give an intro.
âjesus,â martin laughs under his breath from behind the camera.
he lowers the camera, showing his feet but still picking up his voice in the mic, âyou good?!â
the clip cuts to you stood upright again, "i'm in the six!!!" you exclaim loudly, raising your arms above your head. "and i'm here with slushy noobz to add to my series where other creators "teach me" their specialty.
you tug at hamzah's arm and pull him into the frame with you, "hamzah tell them what you and martin are gonna teach me," you look up a him while still holding onto his arm. you interrupt him before he even begins to speak, "oh yeah! martin is also here by the way!" you point and martin flips the camera to himself.
"they're just leaving me out it's fine, i know i'm out already, just vote just vote," he references with a sigh before turning it back to you and hamzah.
"don't start! chase is on his way to come and film for us-"
"listen! this is our plan-- we're gonna teach you how to mukbang; everyone knows we're very qualified in this field and know everything there is to know about the subject, so, uhh, yeah we're kinda experts. i dont know, would you say that, martin?" hamzah rambles.
"yeah, i think that's a good way to describe us"
"perfect! then you're teachin' me how to kiss next, right?" you ask. hamzah goes from looking at you attentively (hanging onto your every word) to a face deadpanned as he glances over to martin trying not to smile.
the video cuts to a clip with the three of you, finally, all in one shot now that chase is behind the camera. you pull a cart out from its slot and push yourself on it before standing both feet on top of the tiny foot bar, gliding through the automatic doors.
next, a clip of martin speaking to the camera while you and hamzah look through different pasta sauces together, "okay we didn't really explain this well but essentially we're all going to cook a nice dish and then eat it together in front of you guys. isn't that cute?"
"yeah, can't wait for us to mukbang together" hamzah speaks.
martin turns back to the camera with a smirk, "i bet you wish you were mukbanging with us huh, chase?"
"no. and you just made that word up."
martin's face falls.
the entire grocery shopping trip is filmed with little moments like hamzah mispronouncing a few brand names, martin talking to strangers about which pasta noodle to try, and you randomly walking off into estranged aisles "just to see if things are really different here"
now, you're all back at martin's home; you read aloud the recipe and hamzah is stood practically on top of you as he also looks down at the phone, all while martin lays ingredients out of the counter.
"okay simple enough," hamzah says.
"yeah, and you're still gonna make me do all of the work anyway," martin huffs sarcastically.
you giggle a bit, "martin the most you'll have to do is boil water, i'll force him to do the rest."
"huh???!! who??" hamzah questions, his smiley face âaccidentallyâ leaning far too close to yours.
"you, duh!" you laugh and turn away to look for a large pot.
throughout the cooking process you slowly stop helping; talking to mandy while you two eat chips and salsa while leaning on the counter or petting the pets instead of doing any of the tasks given to you from the self-proclaimed chefs.
"this is literally your video! what the hell y/n?!" martin whines when he finds you and mandy making a tiktok in his "man cave" together after you'd told them you were going to the bathroom, "seriously mandy?" all of the audio can be heard from the mics on your clothing.
"where was she?" hamzah says monotonous as he scrolls on his phone.
"making freaking tiktoks with mandy of course!"
you giggle as you walk into the kitchen behind him, "what? the food is practically done, we're just waiting on garlic bread!" you shrug and hamzah immediately turns at the sound of your voice.
"well, you gonna at least show us?" hamzah asks casually placing his hands on the counter around you, trapping you in the space between him and the marble surface.
"yeah," you tilt your head so you can look at his face as you make fun of his not-so-friendly gesture, "you wanna keep breathing down my neck like that while i show you?"
he laughs and moves away to cover up the embarrassment of being called out.
"stop!" you laugh and bring him back into frame forcing him and martin to watch you and mandy dance on your phone screen.
the four of you sit on the carpet with plates full of chicken alfredo and pieces of garlic bread laid out on martinâs coffee table. you all talk about your experience in toronto so far, how you and hamzah first met, ⊠et cetera.
martin attempts to teach you canadian slang:
âkeener is big here.â
âactually? what the hell does that even mean?â
âitâs kinda like a try hardâ people will call you a keener if youâre doing too much, basically.â
âwait tell me more!â
âi mean things like buddy is way too common here. some random old guys will call me that and it always throws me off??â
âyeah they always say it so demeaning,â hamzah laughs.
âdo you guys actually say âeh?â all the time? i feel like i havenât noticed it a lot.â you ask genuinely.
âi won't lie.. i say it more often than i like to admit!â mandy says.
youâve noticed that no matter if youâre the one speaking or not hamzahâs eyes keep glancing and sometimes full on staring at you (he really doesnât mean to but he thinks heâs finally processing that youâre actually here with them after months of wanting this) you're flattered nonetheless.
at some point hamzah and martin recreate a scene in lady and the tramp, successfully slurping at the same noodle until hamzah retreats and martin sighs at his lack of commiting to the bit. you laugh along before asking hamzahâs to share a noodle with you with a smile slapped over your face, âme next?â he fights off any blushing with a roll of his eyes and his response of, âyeah? ask me again in a sec.â
after youâve all finished eating, you complete the video with a big smile and a promise of more collaborations in the future.
.áwarnings/tags: hotel vlog, soft dom!hamzah, friends to lovers, pent up tension, making out, nipple sucking, oral (f receiving), kinda orgasm denial??, dirty talk, unprotected sex, p in v, praise, creampie, fluff, aftercare
⥠you go to a 5 star hotel with mandy, martin and hamzah for a vlog. hamzah canât stop thinking about you and you eventually fuck!
.áw/c: 4.6k
It was Martinâs idea to bring everyone to this huge five-star hotel for a vlog, including you. You had become friends with Martin and Hamzah a few months ago, and they started including you in some of their videos and podcasts.
Stepping into the hotel, you, Martin, Mandy, and Hamzah checked in and made your way to your rooms. The place was even more luxurious than you had imaginedâmarble floors, chandeliers, and the kind of elegance that made you feel a little out of place. You and Mandy were sharing one room, while the boys had their own.Mandy grinned at you as she tossed her bag onto one of the beds. âThis is gonna be so fun! Did you see the pools? theyâre insane!â she exclaimed.
âBefore you could respond to Mandy, a knock sounded at the door. She swung it open without hesitation, revealing Hamzah leaning lazily against the doorframe, hands in the pockets of his hoodie. "You guys settled in?" he asked, glancing between you and Mandy. "Yep! And we're already planning to hit the pool later," Mandy said, grinning. Hamzahâs gaze flickered to you. âYou swimming?â You shrugged. âMaybe. What about you? Are you guys joining us?â
He scratched the back of his neck. âUh, yeah, sure. Iâll let Martin know.â Then, shifting back into his usual laid-back demeanor, he leaned against the doorframe. âAnyway, Martin wants to start filming soon. Meet us in the lounge in twenty?â Mandy gave him a thumbs-up. "Got it." As soon as he walked off, Mandy turned to you with a knowing look. "You so like him." You scoffed. "Do not." She just grinned. "Sure, sure. And Iâm the Queen of England."
After filming wrapped up, the four of you finally made your way down to the pool. The area was stunningâsoft lighting, crystal-clear water, and a view of the city skyline beyond the glass walls. You emerged from the changing room in yourâkinda tiny bikiniâadjusting the straps as you followed Mandy toward the poolside. The water reflected the golden lights, casting rippling patterns across the tiled floor. You glanced up just in time to catch Hamzahâs reaction.
He had been mid-conversation with Martin, but the second his eyes landed on you, his words stalled. His jaw tensed, and he quickly looked away, rubbing the back of his neck like he suddenly didnât know what to do with his hands. Mandy, of course, noticed immediately. She leaned toward you, whispering, âOh, he so wasnât ready for that.â You felt your face heat up but ignored her, pretending not to notice the way Hamzahâs gaze kept flickering back to you when he thought you werenât looking. Martin and Hamzah jumped into the pool, splashing water everywhere. After a minute, you slowly dip into the pool with Mandy, the water was warm as you surfaced, running your hands over your face to wipe away the droplets clinging to your eyes. You pushed your wet hair back, blinking a few times to adjust to the pool lights.
Hamzah was talking to Martin about something, but the second you surfaced, his words completely died in his throat. His gaze flickered to you, just for a second, but it was enough to make his pulse stutter. His eyes traced the way your wet hair clung to your neck and collarbone, the way droplets of water slid down your skin, disappearing beneath the fabric of your bikini. And that damn bikini, so tight on you, wasnât doing him any favours. It hugged your curves perfectly, molding to your body.
He leaned back against the poolâs edge, stretching an arm over the ledge like he couldnât care less. But his fingers curled slightly, a small betrayal of the heat creeping under his skin. Mandy, ofcourse, smirked. âHamzah, you good? You look kindaâflustered.â He exhaled through his nose, side-eyeing my Mandy. âItâs a heated pool, Mandy.â "Right," she hummed, clearly not buying it. You arched a brow at him, eyes gleaming with curiosity. "You sure?" Hamzah met your gaze evenly this time, masking any trace of his wandering thoughts. He smirked, easy and practiced. "Why? You worried about me?" You scoffed, rolling your eyes before pushing off the ledge, swimming to the other side with Mandy.
Hamzah finally let out a slow breath, tilting his head back against the poolâs edge. His body still felt warmâtoo warmâbut his expression stayed cool, unreadable. Martin said something, but Hamzah barely registered it, nodding absentmindedly as he dragged a hand through his wet hair. You swam over to Mandy, laughing about something, completely unaware of the effect you were having on him. And maybe that was the worst partâhow effortless it was for you. How you werenât even trying, and yet, here he was, gripping the edge of the pool a little too hard just to keep his thoughts in check.
After a while, Mandy stretched her arms over her head, sighing. âAlright, Iâm getting out. My fingers are all wrinkly.âYou laughed, glancing down at your own pruned fingertips. âYeah, same.â Pushing off the poolâs edge, you made your way to the steps, water cascading down your body as you stepped out. The cool air hit your skin, making you shiver slightly as you reached for a towel. His gaze followed the slow trail of water sliding down your back, the way your bikini clung to you, emphasizing everything. He swallowed, shifting his jaw like it would somehow fix the heat creeping into his chest. Martin said something beside him, but Hamzah barely heard it. âYou guys coming?â Hamzah cleared his throat, forcing his expression into something neutral. âYeah, in a bit.â You hummed in acknowledgment, following Mandy toward the lounge chairs to grab your things.
As soon as you walked off, Martin shot Hamzah a knowing look. âYouâre staring, bro.â Hamzah scoffed, leaning back against the poolâs edge. âNo, Iâm not.â Martin smirked. âSure.â Hamzah rolled his eyes, pushing himself up out of the water in one smooth motion. He reached for his towel, rubbing it through his wet hair before draping it around his shoulders. âWe heading up?â Martin grinned. âYeah. Before you embarrass yourself any further.â
Back in your room, the soft hum of the AC filled the air as you stood in front of the mirror, towel-drying your hair while Mandy rifled through her suitcase. âSo,â she said casually, holding up two of her dresses. âAre we going cute or fancy tonight?â You glanced at her reflection in the mirror. âI donât know, iâm not trying to impress anyone.â She wiggled her brows at you through the mirror. âItâs a fancy ass restaurant Y/N!! Plus, I wasnât the one getting eye-fucked in the pool.â Your mouth dropped open. âMandy!â She only laughed, pointing at the silky dress on your bed. âWear this. Youâll shut Hamzah up real fast.â You rolled your eyes but didnât protest, your cheeks already warm.
Hamzah sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, staring at the floor like it might help him get his head right. He wasnât sure why his chest felt tightâwasnât like this was a date. Just dinner. Just the four of them. Still, he couldnât shake the heat sitting low in his stomach, the way his thoughts kept circling back to the pool. To you. The knock came sharp and quick. He stood a little too fast, hand already on the door handle before his thoughts could catch up. When he opened it and saw you and Mandy standing there, that tension in his chest pulled tighter. âHey! Weâre ready!â You smiled at him. âHeyâŠyou look goodâ he said before he could stop himself. âThanks, you tooâ your cheeks flushed at his compliment, then suddenly Martin comes at the door. âRight, so letâs go then ladies!â
The elevator ride to the rooftop was quiet. Mandy and Martin chatted about the menu, tossing out guesses on what kind of dishes the place might have. You stood beside Hamzah, close enough that your perfume reached him in wavesâsweet, clean, and way too distracting. He didnât say much, hands tucked into his pockets, jaw relaxed like he was perfectly unbothered. When the doors opened, the rooftop glowed under strings of soft lights, the city skyline glittering around the glass edges of the restaurant. A hostess led you all to a sleek corner table with plush seating and a perfect view. You slid in next to Mandy, leaving the space across from you openâand of course, Hamzah took it. He settled in with one arm draped along the back of Martinâs chair, legs stretched out just enough to brush against yours under the table. If he noticed, he didnât show it. But he didnât move either.
The four of you scanned the menus, the quiet clinking of silverware and soft jazz filling the rooftop air. Mandy and Martin had fallen into another back-and-forth about what they were ordering, their conversation light and easy. You chimed in here and there, but your attention kept drifting back to Hamzah, across from you. His eyes werenât on the menu. They were on you. Only for a second. Then he looked down again, fingers tapping against the glass of water in front of him like he needed to keep them busy.
Under the table, his knee was still pressed lightly against yours. It wasnât muchâbarely anything, reallyâbut you could feel the warmth of it. Feel the way neither of you had pulled away. âSo,â Mandy said suddenly, eyeing the appetizers, âare we sharing or we just get what we want?â Martin grinned. âIâm starving. I donât care.â You laughed, glancing at the menu again. âIâm good with sharing.â âI bet you are,â Martin said to you with a smirk. âYou always pretend youâre not that hungry and then steal fries.â âThatâs a lie,â you said, smiling at him. âIt was one fry.â âOne, she saysâ Mandy muttered, nudging you.
While they kept going, you felt it againâthat shift. Hamzahâs eyes on you. You looked up to meet them this time. âWhat?â you asked softly, your voice just above the ambient music.He didnât smile. Just tilted his head a little. âNothing.â But there was something in his toneâlike whatever he wasnât saying sat heavy behind his teeth. Your legs shifted under the table, and his knee nudged yours again. This time, it didnât feel accidental. Your breath caught, but you played it off, busying yourself with the edge of your dress.
The evening had dragged on longer than expected, the dinner filling with casual chatter and jokes, but underneath it all, the energy between you and Hamzah never quite settled. Every stolen glance, every near touch, every time he smirked or looked at you a little too longâit was all too much, too slow, but somehow still not enough. Finally, Martin, who had been quietly sipping his drink all night, let out a loud, drawn-out laugh. âIâm feeling it... Iâm definitely feeling itâ he slurred, trying to hold himself steady against the back of his chair. Mandy raised an eyebrow. âYou good, Martin?â she asked, though it was clear she knew the answer. He swayed slightly before nodding. âYeah, yeah... I think I need to sleep this one off. Mandy, youâre coming, right?â Mandy rolled her eyes but nodded. âOf course. Come on.âThey stood up, and Mandy helped guide a stumbling Martin toward the door. The moment they left, the room fell quieter, and you and Hamzah were left behind. It wasnât exactly comfortable. There was a pause. The tension between you was intense.
âWell,â you said, shifting in your seat slightly, trying to play it cool. âGuess we should probably head up too.â Hamzah didnât immediately respond, still leaning back in his chair with a lazy tilt of his head. Then, with an almost lazy smile, he pushed himself to his feet. âYeah, I guess so. Lead the way.â When you turned to head for the elevator, he followed close behind, but the silence in the hall was thick. The distant sound of your footsteps echoed, and each step made it feel like you were both trying to outrun something you werenât ready to face. As you reached the elevator, you hit the button. The doors slid open with a soft chime, and the two of you stepped inside. It was cramped, the kind of intimate space where you couldnât help but be aware of every inch of the other person. The air felt charged, heavy, with neither of you speaking as the doors closed behind you.
You could feel Hamzah standing close beside you, just a few inches away, his presence unmistakable. His gaze flickered toward you briefly, and for a moment, everything seemed to pause. "So," you say, trying to break the silence, your voice coming out a little quieter than youâd meant. "Quite the night, huh?" Hamzah glances over at you, the faintest trace of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Yeah, more than I expected. Martinâs... interesting when heâs had a bit to drink." You let out a small laugh. "I know. Heâs a handful." Thereâs another brief silence. You glance at him, then quickly look away, focusing on the numbers above the door as they tick upward. "You're quiet tonight" you say softly. Hamzah shifts beside you, his shoulder brushing yours. "Just thinking," he murmurs. You raise a brow. âAbout what?â He hesitates, then shrugs, looking back toward the elevator doors. âYou.â
You try to laugh it off, but your voice comes out uneven. âWhat about me?â He glances at you again, slower this time. âHow you looked tonight. How you always look.â You look away, heat rising to your cheeks. The air feels thicker now, harder to breathe. The elevator hums beneath your feet. You can feel how close he isâyour arms nearly brushing, his warmth impossible to ignore. âYou knowâ you say after a pause, your voice quieter, âyou donât usually say stuff like that.â Hamzah leans slightly toward you. Not touchingâbut so close it feels like a touch. âDoesnât mean I donât think it.â Your breath catches in your throat, heart thudding against your ribs like it wants out. You glance up at him againâslowly this timeâand heâs already looking at you, that half-lidded gaze unreadable but intense. âWhy now?â you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. His lips twitch slightly, but itâs not quite a smile. âBecause if I donât say something tonight, Iâm gonna regret it.âYour pulse stutters. The elevator hums softly, rising toward your floor at an infuriatingly slow pace. The air between you vibrates with unspoken things, with every almost-touch thatâs happened all day. Every stolen glance. Every lingering second.
âYou looked⊠so fucking good at the poolâ Hamzah says quietly, voice rougher now, lower. âAnd then tonightââ He shakes his head once, like the memory itself frustrates him. âItâs been driving me crazy.â You swallow hard., cheeks turning red. âIâve been trying to play it cool,â he admits, eyes dropping briefly to your mouth before flicking back up. âBut you make it hard.â The elevator dings softly as it passes another floor. Almost there. And suddenly, the knowledge that youâre running out of time crashes over you. You shift to face him more fully, your back brushing against the mirrored wall. âShow me thenâ you whisper. âHow crazy i drive you.â Hamzah doesnât move right away. His jaw flexes once, and then he steps in closer, slow and deliberate, until thereâs barely an inch between you. His hand comes up, resting just beside your head on the wall behind you, not quite touching but close enough to make you dizzy. âI want to kiss you,â he says, voice deep, looking up at your eyes. âCan i?â
Youâre not sure who moves first, but suddenly your mouths are crashing together, urgent and messy and hot. You gasp into him, and he swallows the sound, his hands finally landing on your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your fingers tangle in the front of his shirt, anchoring yourself as your back hits the cool metal of the elevator wall. His mouth moves over yours like heâs starvingâdeep, slow, then faster when you tug him closer. One of his hands drifts down, sliding under the hem of your dress, feeling your thigh, fingers pressing into your skin like he wants to memorize the shape of you.
You make a soft sound, and he groans into your mouth in response, the kiss turning hotter, heavier, his body pressing into yours like he canât get close enough. Then all of a sudden-ding! The elevator doors open to your floor. You both break apart just barely, breathing hard, eyes locked. Neither of you moves right away. Hamzahâs chest is still pressed to yours, his hand resting against your thigh under your dress, like he forgot to pull awayâor didnât want to. You can feel his breath against your cheek, heavy and warm, and when he finally speaks, itâs in a voice so low itâs practically a growl. âYou gonna walkâ he murmurs, âor you want me to carry you?â
Your lips part, breath hitching as you start to respond,but you donât get the chance. Suddenly, his arm wraps around your waist and the other around your legs, and you gasp as he lifts you like itâs nothing. Your arms instinctively loop around his neck, your dress riding up slightly as he holds you close. âHamzahâ you breathe, the sound caught somewhere between a warning and a plea. He doesnât answer. He just starts walking, carrying you down the quiet hallway like he knows exactly where youâre goingâand itâs the only place heâs been trying to get to all night.
Your heartbeat thunders in your ears as you cling to him, chest to chest, your lips brushing his jaw as you glance up. His eyes stay fixed ahead, his grip strong. When you reach your room, he pauses just outside the door. Gently, he lowers you to your feet, hands lingering at your waist, his breath still coming fast and shallow against your cheek. Fumbling slightly, you swipe the keycard. The lock clicks. And you barely wait for the door to swing open before your hand curls around his shirt, pulling him in with you.
As soon as the door shuts behind you, his mouth is on yours againârougher this time, sloppy. Like now that he has you alone, heâs not holding anything back. The door clicks shut behind you, and then itâs like something snaps. He crowds you back against it without breaking the kiss, his hands gripping your waist, then sliding lowerâdown your hips, your thighs, tugging your dress up as his mouth devours yours. Itâs all heat and teeth and tongue. You moan into him, fingers tangling in his shirt, tugging it up over his head. He barely breaks the kiss to yank it off, tossing it somewhere behind him before heâs on you again, mouth moving along your jaw, down your neck. His teeth graze your skin, and he sucks on the soft skin, leaving a mark.
âIâve been thinking about this for monthsâ he murmurs against your skin, his voice rough and low and desperate. âThinking about you. How you sound. How you taste.â His hands find the backs of your thighs, lifting you again, only this time, he walks you straight to the bed. You cling to him, your dress hiked up, legs wrapped around his waist as he lowers you onto the mattress, his body following, pressing you down into the sheets. You look up at him, chest heaving, lips parted. âThen stop thinking,â you whisper, âand do something about it. Thatâs all it takes.
His hands are everywhere on your body. He quickly takes your dress off, tossing it away, the cold air of the room hardening your bare nipples. His eyes drop, and for a moment, all he does is stare. He canât believe youâre real, laid out beneath him like this. âFuckâ he breathes, voice strained. Then he slowly lowers himself and his mouth wraps around one of your nipples. You gasp, arching into him as his tongue swirls, soft at first, then rougher, teasing. His hand cups your other breast, thumb brushing over the nipple as his lips close around the other, sucking with slow pressure that has your back lifting off the mattress.
âHamzah,â you whisper, your voice already wrecked. âPlease, want moreâ Hamzah lifts his head slightly, his mouth glistening from where heâd been sucking on your nipple, eyes dark with heat. âYeah?â he murmurs, voice rough. âYou want more?â His hand trails slowly down your stomach, the pads of his fingers caressing your soft skin until they disappear beneath the thin waistband of your panties. The moment his fingers dip lower, he groans under his breath. âFuck, youâre soaked.â His touch is light at firstâjust two fingers sliding between your folds, collecting the slick thatâs already gathered there.
You jolt slightly, breath hitching, whining softly, hips twitching up toward his hand. His other arm braces beside your head, keeping him hovered over you as his fingers begin to move, slow and teasing, rubbing lazy circles over your clit. After a minute he pulls back just enough to sit up on his knees, tugging your panties down your legs in one smooth motion. He drops them somewhere behind him without looking, gaze fixed between your thighs now spread open just for him. Hamzah leans in again, settling between your legs, hands gripping your thighs, pushing them wider.
A deep sigh leaves his mouth at the sight of you, then lowers his head, and licks a slow, deliberate stripe up your pussy. You cry out, hips jerking, but he doesnât stop. His mouth latches onto your clit, tongue swirling, then flattening, then flicking in perfect rhythm while his hands pin you down. He eats you like heâs starving, like heâs waited too long and finally, finally gets to have you. Your hands move to his hair, gripping tight, and he groans into you at the pull, tongue working deeper, faster, until your thighs start to shake around his head. He doesnât stop. Not when you whimper his name like that. Not even when your hips begin to roll against his mouth, desperate and mindless.
He just holds you open and keeps lickingâslow, messy, relentless. You're right on the edge, the pleasure coiling tight in your core, your thighs trembling around his head âHamzah,â you gasp, voice high and needy. âFuckâIâm gonnaââ And he stops. He pulls back suddenly, his mouth wet, lips slick with you. You make a broken sound, halfway between a moan and a protest, hips still twitching in the air like your bodyâs chasing the orgasm he just stole from you. He looks up at you, flushed and breathless. âNah,â he pants, voice hoarse. âNot like that. I wanna feel you when you cum.â
Heâs already pushing his sweats down, cock thick, hard and flushed, leaking at the tip as he crawls over you. Your legs part without second thought, welcoming him, and he grabs himself at the base, dragging the head slowly through your soaked folds. You whimper at the contact, hips tilting up, desperate. Hamzah hisses through his teeth. âFuckâyouâre so wet, baby.â Then he pushes in. The stretch steals the air from your lungs. Heâs thick, filling you slow but deep, making you feel every inch as your walls clench around him. Your hands reach for his back, nails sinking into his skin.
He groans deep in his throat, forehead dropping to yours. âShitâyou feel so fucking good.â When he bottoms out, he pauses, buried to the hilt, letting you both feel itâhow full you are, how tight, how perfect it fits. Then he starts to move. Slow at first, grinding deep, each thrust deliberate, dragging against that sensitive spot that makes your legs tremble. You gasp his name again, and thatâs all it takesâhe snaps his hips harder, faster, setting a rhythm thatâs rough and needy and so goddamn good it knocks the thoughts from your head. Your body arches into him, mouth falling open, his lips brushing yours, his breath hot and ragged against your skin.
âCanât believe it took usâfuckâso long to do thisâ his voice deep and unstable. Your body tightens beneath him, every nerve lit up like fire, and Hamzah doesnât let up. His hips snap into you, fast and deep, filling you over and over. Heâs panting against your mouth, forehead pressed to yours, like he canât bear to be any farther than skin-to-skin âThatâs it,â he groans, his voice thick and wrecked. âTaking me so fucking well,made for me.â You whimper at his words, thighs trembling around his waist, fingernails digging into his back as the pleasure builds hard in your abdomen. Every thrust knocks the breath out of you, and the way he looks at youâlike youâre his, like thereâs nothing else in the world but youâpushes you right to the edge. âHamzahâfuckâIâm closeââ
He drives into you even deeper, the tip of his cock hitting that perfect spot that makes you cry out. âCum for me,â he groans against your ear. âBe a good girl and cum. Let me feel you.â And you do. Your whole body shakes, your back arching off the bed as your orgasm rips through you, wave after wave crashing so hard it makes you sob his name. Your walls flutter around him, squeezing him so tight he swears under his breath. He brings his mouth to yours, kissing you deeply and passionately, leaving both of you breathless. âFuckâfuck, baby, Iâmâplease, can i fill you up?â You quickly nod, and cling onto him tighter. âPlease, i need youâ you whine in his ear. His rhythm stutters, hips jerking once, twiceâthen heâs spilling inside you, thick and hot, buried as deep as he can get. He curses again, low and breathless, holding you tight as he throbs inside you.
He doesnât move for a long moment, just stays there, forehead pressed to yours, both of you panting, skin slick with sweat and still trembling from the high. His nose brushes yours, and for a moment, everything is quiet but the sound of your breathing and the dull thrum of your racing heartbeats. Then, slowly, gently, he kisses you againâthis time softer, slower, but still desperate. Like heâs trying to say everything he doesnât have words for. âYou okay?â he murmurs, his voice rough but full of concern as he brushes a strand of hair away from your face. âDid I hurt you?â
You shake your head immediately, pulling him down for another kiss. âNo,â you whisper against his lips. âI feel perfect.â He smiles at your words, so full of love that it makes your chest ache. He finally pulls out of you carefully, murmuring a quiet apology at the sensitivity, and disappears for a second to grab a towel from the bathroom. When he returns, he kneels between your legs, his touch gentle as he cleans you up, his eyes flicking to your face every few seconds to make sure youâre okay. Once heâs done, he tosses the towel aside and climbs back into bed beside you, tugging the duvet up around both your bodies.
His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you in close, tucking your head beneath his chin. His other hand finds yours under the covers, fingers lacing together like itâs the most natural thing in the world. âIâve wanted this,â he murmurs into your hair. âWanted you. For so long.â You smile sleepily, fingers trailing over his bare chest. âYou have me,â you say softly. âYouâve always had me.â He presses a kiss to your temple and holds you tighter. âNot letting you go now,â he whispers. âNot ever.â And with your legs tangled together and his heartbeat steady under your cheek, you fall asleep in his arms, warm, safe and more his than youâve ever been.
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Hamzah feining over YouTuber reader in one of slushy noobz video? And then them later making a video with each other
crush
Ëàšà§âïœĄË âHamzah and you, his YouTube crush, finally do a collab
warnings: fluff, flirting, hamzahs got a huge crush, mentions of food, bad grammar ofc
Hamzah and Martin had been brainstorming ideas for their next video. They considered going with another gameplay, but felt that idea was a bit overused. They thought of doing a baking video instead, but they most definitely didnt feel like going out and buying overpriced ingredients. They finally decided on a simple and new idea; looking at each other's TikTok feed.
So, here they sat in Hamzahs room, scrolling on Martins phone. "Dude, what the fuck is Noah Beck doing on your ForYou page?" Hamzah asked as he laughed down at the video of the thick-necked man. Martin smiled and rubbed his neck. "Yeah, sorry, just girly things," he said as he winked at the camera. Hamzah scrolled past the video and onto the next. Hamzah went through Martins feed for about 10 minutes before he began getting bored. "Boy, what are these videos," taunted Hamzah, handing over Martins phone. Martin side-eyed him and rolled his eyes. "Its not my fault I was written by a woman," he said, crossing his arms over his chest dramatically.
"Aye, its your turn now bro," Martin said, uncrossing his arms to sit up straight. Hamzahs attitude visibly shifted, almost as if he was hesitant. "Nah, nah. Here, lets see what you got goin on-" as Hamzah reached for Martins phone, he snatched it away. "Nuh-uh! You made me expose myself, now its your turn!" Martin grinned evilly at Hamzah. With a sigh, Hamzah grabbed his phone and typed in the password. He opened up TikTok and Martin took his phone out of his hand.
The first video on his ForYou page was an edit of Nettspend playing a live show. "Oh my goodness, of course," Martin laughed, scrolling past the video. Hamzah thanked his ForYou Page for not exposing him with the very first video. Hamzahs TikTok feed may have been filled with funny videos and cool edits, but Martin soon grew bored. "Hey, lets see whats in this search history," Martin said. As soon as Martin clicked the malevolent little magnifying glass in the top right corner, Hamzah felt his heart drop into his stomach. His brain tried to remember what he had last searched up.
By the time he realized he was done for, Martin was already listing off what the contents were. "Funny cat videos, PlayBoi Carti leak, and [username] edits...hey, isn't [username] that one girl?" asked Martin, looking over at a blushing Hamzah. He simply nodded his head, avoiding eye contact. "Bro, whats wrong? You got a little crushy-wushy on her?" Martin nudged Hamzah with his elbow, making him slap his arm away. "Shut up, bro," Hamzah said, looking away from the man beside him. "Well, might as well see what kind of edits people make of her," said Martin, clicking on the text.
As if things couldn't get any more embarrassing for Hamzah, the first video that was shown had already been favorited by him. The edit featured you in an interview. It was to the song Bitch Don't Kill My Vibe, specifically the violin instrumental. The video was cut to show moments of you smiling at the interviewer, talking in that soft tone Hamzah adored. "Dude, FAVORITING is insane work" Martin taunted. He was enjoying this way too much. Hamzah peeked over Martins shoulder and watched the edit play. He slowly began smirking as he watched the video, his eyes softening.
Martin glanced at Hamzah and started laughing. "Dude, you're actually breathing so heavy right now. Chill out," he said as he pushed Hamzah away. Hamzah snapped out of his trance and glared at Martin. "Ok, next," Martin scrolled past the video. The next edit was of you in your "Goodwill Try-On Haul" video. You pranced around in cute little tops and short dresses, looking like a million bucks. The comments were flooded with compliments on how great your body looked and how well you pulled off the clothes. Once again, the video had already been favorited by Hamzah. "Have you favorited every single one of these edits?" asked Martin, cocking up his eyebrow in suspicion. Hamzah simply looked away, trying to hide his forming smirk.
A few days had passed and the video had been posted. Unfortunately for Hamzah, when the video was sent to the editing team, Martin requested for them to keep the footage of Hamzahs little crush on you being exposed. Hamzah was livid with Martin when he saw the final product of the video. "Why the fuck would you keep that footage, dude" said Hamzah, his burning face buried in his hands. Martin rolled his eyes. "Bro, it's not that bad. Who knows, maybe [Name] will see it and be into it," he said in attempt to console his friend.
"I looked like a creep, shes gonna-" suddenly, Hamzah was interrupted with his phone buzzing. He snatched his phone off of the counter and opened it. Immediately, Hamzahs eyes widened in surprise. "Whats wrong?" asked Martin as he rushed over to his side.The two stared at the notification from Instagram that showed you not only followed Hamzah, but sent him a DM. He sat there, phone in hand and mouth slightly open. Martin grabbed Hamzahs shoulders. "See, bro! I told you!" he said, patting his best friends back. Hamzah quickly unlocked his phone and followed you back. He then opened his message requests and read your message.
"Hi Hamzah! I love your videos lol SlushyNoobz is one of my fave channels. I was wondering if you and Martin maybe wanted to do a collab sometime? I'll be in the Ottawa area next week, so just lmk :)."Martin turned to Hamzah. "So what, you down?" he asked. Hamzah nodded his head and began typing a response to send to you. "Hey [Name]. Me and Martin are down for next week. Just let me know whenever you wanna discuss what we should do for the video and all thatđđœ." Hamzah pressed send and closed his phone. His heart was beating like he'd just ran a mile, his hands were so sweaty that ity left a print on the cool glass of his phone. "Alright, the video..."
You stood in Martins kitchen, in between him and Hamzah. "Hey guys! Today, I'm with the SlushyNoobz who have graciously allowed me into their territory!" Hamzah and Martin waved to the camera. "Whats up everyone. Its your boys, the SlushyNoobz. We're gonna show [Name] what happens when she invades our turf," said Martin. Hamzah nodded his head along, awkwardly standing there. He tried his best not to seal glances at you every 2 seconds.
"Alright, you guys ready to get your asses kicked?" you said, smirking at the two men. Martin lifted the sleeve of his shirt and flexed his frail, pale arm. "Are me and Martin gonna have to go easy on you?" asked Hamzah, looking at you. His eyes went up and down on your body. You felt a familiar sensation in your stomach, nervous to be around Hamzah. "Nah, not at all," you said. You had been tagged countless times in reposts of the video where his crush on you was revealed. To say the least, you were quite flattered.
"Okay, so Martin and Hamzah are gonna go against me in a bake-off. We each have our own dishes we're gonna bake, and we'll have Mandy taste test them once they're done. Whichever Mandy likes the best wins," you explained to the viewers, your hands flying around as you spoke. Hamzah paid attention to every word that came out of your mouth like it was the most interesting thing he'd ever heard.
Martin rubbed his hands together eagerly. He looked to Hamzah with a grin, and they exchanged a knowing look. "Alright, we're thinking we should start this off with some chocolate chip cookies," Martin declared confidently. "Big ass cookies, stuffed with all sorts of goodies. Chocolate chunks, caramel, and maybe even some pretzels for crunch." You grinned and looked at Hamzah. "You hearing this? You think you can handle all that or what?" you asked, smiling. Hamzah grinned and nodded his head. "Yeah, I could handle all that and more," he said.
Throughout the video, Hamzah couldn't help but let his eyes linger on you a little longer than necessary, a subtle smirk playing on his lips. He tried to play it cool, not wanting to come on too strong, but you seemed to draw him in so easily. As you helped him measure out ingredients and mix batter, Hamzah brushed against your hand and arm, letting his fingers graze yours.
"So, like this?" he asked, mixing the batter with the technique you showed him. "Mhm, just like that," you said, guiding his movements gently. Hamzah turned to you and smiled. "Y'know, youre pretty good at this. You bake a lot in your free time or what?" You chuckled and moved your hands away from his. "Eh, kinda. I used to bake a lot, but I guess i've been busy lately with YouTube and what not," you said. Hamzah nodded his head.
As he opened his mouth to speak, Martin cut him off. "Hamzah, you mustn't fraternize with the enemy," he said as he grabbed the bowl of mixed batter. Hamzah smirked unapologetically as he nodded his head. "You're right, I take it back you suck at baking [Name]." Your eyes widened in fake outrage. "Really?" you said. You grabbed the spoon from the bowl you were using to mix your cake batter and flicked it towards Hamzah.
Pink batter landed on his cheek. Hamzah gasped and closed his eyes, a big smile plastered on his face. He opened his eyes and glared at you, still cheesing. "Oh yeah? That's what we're doing now?" he asked, stepping towards you. You giggled and put your hands in front of you to keep him from coming any closer. "Hey, chill out! Thats what you get for dissing me," you laughed out. Martin and Mandy watched from the side, using all of their self control to not tease you two.
Soon enough, after bantering and teasing, the baked goods were finally finished. Mandy tasted the cookies and the cake. The cookies weren't all that bad, despite the burnt caramel and charred exterior. Your strawberry cake was significantly better, topped off with vanilla frosting. "Yeah, [Name] wins for sure," said Mandy as she held her hand over her mouth. You smiled triumphantly as Martin glared at you.
You helped Martin and Hamzah clean up the kitchen. As the three of you tidied up, Hamzah made sure he was close to you. He watched as you wiped down the counter with precision, leaving a spotless trail with the dish rag.
Once the kitchen was spotless, Hamzah leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms over his broad chest. He watched as Martin walked out and you pack up your belongings, stealing glances at you when he thought no one was looking.
Hamzah walk towards where you stood. You looked up from your camera and smiled at him. "This was fun, Hamzah," you said as you folded up your equipment. Hamzah grinned at you and you could've sworn his cheeks were getting rosier by the second.
"So, whens our next video?"
(THIS WAS SO LONG BRUHHđ but ty to @katsaresokool for requesting!!! <333 hope u guys liked this!)
hi girlyyy I love ur hamzah fics sm u write him so good itâs crazy! I was thinking abt their new vid with the heartbeat thing and I was wondering if u could make a fic about that!!
keep up the workkkđđđđđ
heartbeat
hamzah x reader smut
18+ MINORS DNI
a/n : YOUR GIRL IS BACKKKKKKKK!!!!!! sorry this video isn't really new anymore but I'VE BEEN SO BUSY. i hope your all like this, it's not great but hey, at least I posted!!!
contains : smut obvi, riding, lowkey getting caught (EMBARRASING!!!), no y/n, kinda dom reader!!! (everyone say "THANK YOU VI", established relationship, heartbeat kink (idk if that's a thing lmao) and probably more idk it's smut read at your own risk
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I sat in bed, contemplating interrupting Hamzah and Martin while filming. Theyâd been going for hours, and I had grown tired of hearing the two scream on the other side of the thin white walls. I knew Hamzah wouldnât care if I interrupted, the slushies loved when I made appearances in videos, but part of me knew that my intentions werenât purely innocent.Â
I stood up, walking out of Hamzah and Iâs shared bedroom. Just as I walked through the door, I watched as Martin walked out.Â
âBathroomâ was all he said. I nodded shortly gliding into their filming room.Â
âHey baby,â I spoke softly. Hamzah looked up from his phone, smiling at the sight of me.
âHi sweetheart.âÂ
Walking over to where Hamzah sat, I wrapped my arms around him as I looked at the paused game screen. I looked at the numbers on either side of the screen, remembering that they were doing a heartbeat monitor video.Â
As I pressed a kiss on the side of Hamzahâs neck, I watched as the numbers on his side of the screen went up after a few seconds. He blushed a bit, interlocking his fingers with mine. His heartbeat traveled from 73 to 96 quickly.Â
âAre you nervous or something?â I teased, watching the monitor.Â
Hamzah pressed his lips onto mine, his hands finding their way to my hips as he pulled me onto his lap. As our mouths moved against each other, I glanced at the screen again. 116.Â
I began grinding my hips down onto him, feeling as a ten began to grow in his gym shorts. He guided my hips with his hands, a firm grip on either side. Hamzah groaned lowly at the sensation.Â
âGuys, can you at least wait until weâre done filming?â Martin spoke, unimpressed. I smiled against Hamzahâs lips, pulling away and glancing at the screen once again. 125.Â
âSorry MartinâŠâ I giggled, walking out of the room briskly. I could feel Hamzahâs eyes still on me as I left.Â
After about 30 minutes, I could hear Martin finally leave. I got out of bed, quickly making my way to the filming room. Hamzah smiled as he saw me walk in.Â
âSorry, Martin is the biggest cock blocker of all time.âÂ
I straddled his lap in the chair, âItâs okay,â I pressed our lips together, letting his tongue explore my mouth. I grinded my hips down on his again, feeling myself get more and more soaked. He was still as hard as he was before, and what were once groans were now whimpers from the neglectance he was experiencing.Â
âFuck, that feels so goodâŠâ He praised against my lips.
After a few moments, I looked back at the screen. 120. I wasted no time taking off my shirt and letting Hamzah unclasp my bra in one quick motion. I rubbed my thighs together, he was far too good at that.Â
He slipped his gym shorts and boxers off as I stood up and slid my lacy panties off as quickly as I could manage. I held his member up as I sunk myself down onto it. Hamzah all but whimpered as he bottomed me out.Â
âOh my- fucking hell. You suck me in so good, baby.âÂ
I started moving, bouncing up and down at a rate that shouldnât be possible. Words try to escape my mouth, but I canât seem to get anything coherent out. He was big, bigger than anyone Iâd ever had before. Though this wasnât even close to being our first time, his size still surprised me.Â
Continuing to move up and down, my legs begin to shake with pleasure. I rest my knees on either side of his thighs, and I feel as Hamzahâs large hands grab onto the back of my legs.Â
âItâs okay, you got it. Keep going baby, keep making me feel good with that pretty pussy.âÂ
His words are enough to push me over the edge, and I can tell heâs close too by the way his eyelids look heavier than usual and his mouth is formed into a âoâ shape.Â
âI- Iâm gonna-âÂ
Hamzah nods rapidly, âMe too. Come baby, come with me.â
And I do, my fluids soaking his member as he fills me up perfectly. Once weâve rode out our climax, I sink back down and sit there for a moment.Â
roommate!hamzah is such an asshole now that youâve been living with him for the past six monthsâthe first two months were so great. before this whole thing, hamzah was contributing to cleaning the house, changing the cats litter, even brining you food. now all he does is record videos, eat, play games, and invite girls over just to ghost them a week later.
last week the sink was filled with dishes. cups, plates, bowls, mugsâyou name it. and the best part is⊠theyâre barely yours! youâve been at work and taking double shifts for the extra money while hamzah stayed at home with the cats and doing whatever.
you unlocked the front door to your shared home with your annoying roommate already hearing his loud video game playing in the living room. setting your purse and keys downâyou notice the pile of dishes in the sink, once again (mind you, you washed the dishes this morning). âoh my fucki- hamzah!â you groan and roll your eyes. the man groans, already annoyed at you, and walks into the kitchen.
messy curls, has on the same shirt from yesterday, and those black glasses that always makes him look attractive no matter what he looks like.
your eyes look at the dishes, then at hamzah, back at the dishes and then back at hamzah. âhow did all these dishes get in sink when i washed the dishes literally this morning?â you smack your lips and walk pass hamzah, slightly bumping his shoulder.
he scoffs and rolls his eyes, leaning on the kitchen counterâhamzah shrugs his shoulders. âi donât know. all i did was make breakfast this morning.â he yawns. breakfast? so heâs telling you that making breakfast requires a fucking lemon squeezer? oh my gosh what are you gonna do with him?
you stare at hamzah, trying not to cuss a grown man out for acting like a damn 10 year old. âcan you just clean it please? i told you i have a special friend coming over and i would appreciate it if you cleaned up after yourself.â you plead, hoping for onceâhamzah would do the dishes. hamzah scoffs and walks back over to the couch and plopped his ass right on it and picked up his controller.
âno. if itâs so important to you and bothering you.. you clean it, y/n.â
it took you everything in your power not to throw your purse at him and strangle him with the strap. you groan and storm to your room âyour such a fucking asshole!â you yelled and slam your door. letâs just say that special friend didnât come over that night..
hamzah grinned to himself as he watched you run your mouth and slam your door, successfully getting on your nerves. that was his goal, it turned him on. you getting mad at him and cussing him out made his cock twitch in his sweatpants. sometimes you things like this happen, he sneaks to his room and quietly (not really) stroke his cock, even pulling up a picture from your instagramâmaking him cum all over his phone, such a fucking pervert.
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recently, youâve been talking to this guy who works with you and he has all the things you look for in a guy. sweet personality, caring, intelligent, and.. cleans after himself! and a few days ago he asked you on a date that today.
you finish the last curl in your hair and set the curling iron off. you reapply some more lip gloss and check yourself out in the mirror. itâs been a while since youâve been on a date so you picked a dress that hugged your curves in all the right places.
bang! bang! bang!
ây/n! hurry up, i need to pee!â hamzah yells outside the bathroom door.
you roll your eyes and finish checking yourself out before opening the door, being face to face with hamzah. his whole demeanor changed, going from annoyed and pissed off to caught off guard.
hamzah has never seen you this dressed up beforeâi mean heâs seen you in a dress before but not one that makes his dick twitch..
âwhoa, where we going..?â the man looks at you up and down and watch you as you leave the bathroom, following you to your roomâhis eyes never leaving your figure. you pick up your shoes and favorite purse before answering his question.
you chuckle âwe arenât going anywhere, not that itâs any of your business but im going on a date tonight.â you smile and turn the lights out before leaving your room. date? who would be brave enough to ask you on a date? hamzah scoffs and fold his arms across his chest.
âoh really? and who is this guy?â hamzah mumbles, a hint of jealousy in his tone. you smile at hamzah and ignore his question, sliding on some slippers and grabbing your car keys. âare you not gonna answer my question?â hamzah asks, eyes locked on your ass.
âmake sure you replace the cat litter, I donât need our house smelling like cat shit.â you say as your walking out the door. hamzah sigh and rubs eyes, not even wanting to look down, knowing thereâs a raging hard on looking right at him back.
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you return home with a disappointed face, heels are off, hair is in a claw clip, and the cat litter is STILL not replaced. you walk in the living room and see hamzah, just sitting in the couchâliterally doing nothing. he looks up at you âhey, uh.. howâd your date go?â he asks softly,
you sigh and sit beside him, leaving very little room. âit fucking sucked.â
oh.. that wasnât the answer he was thinking of
hamzah looks at you, at your lips then your face. god damn.. he never realized how pretty you are. âthe guy was so fucking disrespectful and definitely doesnât know how to talk to a girl, and the best thing is.. he left me! he ditched me, saying he was going to bathroom⊠yeah right.â you ramble, not even noticing you havenât given hamzah a chance to talk.
he was speechless, how does a guy ditch a girl like you? mind you this man is still going crazy on how he can hate you one day and want to fuck you the next day.
you sigh and look down, fidget with your nails. âhow come a guy never wants to be with me? i try to be perfect for someone and then they turn around and treat me like shit.â you sadly mumble. hamzah stared at you while you be in your sad mood.
âhow about i make your night better..?â hamzah says out of nowhere. you give hamzah a confused look and lightly scoff âand how will you do that? finally clean the house?â you roll eyes. hamzah never did anything to make you happy, it felt like he was literally there just to make your life more miserable.
âno, i wanna eat your pussy...â
excuse me? your head quickly turn towards hamzah, your eyes wideâsurprised by the words that just came out his mouth. hamzah looks at you with a straight face, serious about his request.
you exhale and clear your throat, you donât know what to say. letâs look at it this way, your messy but very attractive roommate just asked to eat you out, you havenât sex or anything in months. you were desperate, what else would you do?
âitâs fine if you say n-â âno no no, you.. you can do it.. just fuck.. donât tell anyone this happenedâ you sighed
hamzah smirks and pulls you closer to him, like you werenât close to him already. he grabs your hips and sits you on his lap, yours legs on each side of him. he leans in to kiss your neck, your breath hitching each lick, kiss, and nibble hamzah does on your neck. hamzah slowly lays you down on the couch, mouth staying on your neck, creating a dark hickey, marking you for everyone to see.
hamzah moves down to your thighs, pushing your dress up for full access. he planted kisses up and down both of your thighs, teasing you, what an asshole. growing impatient, you slightly groan âhamzah, get to it already..â you say breathlessly. hamzah moves from your neck, a shitty grin on his face. âi wanted to take it slow.. but if you insist.â hamzah removes your wet panties off of you and throws them carelessly to the side.
âdamn, youâre this wet just by me kissing you?â he teases you. you look down at him with pleading eyes, a small moan coming out of your mouth. you and hamzah maintain eye contact as he gathers the wetness between your legs, sucking them off with a smile. hamzahs head lowers between your legs, your cunt is aching at this point. you feel his warm tongue, gasping at the contact, you mouth makes an âoâ shape as hamzah puts his tongue to work.
hamzahâs mouth sucked at your clit, earning a soft squeal out of your mouth. your hand moves to hamzahâs headâfingers softly gripping you blonde tips. wet, loud, and moans fill the living room, fuck, you hope blue and red arenât in here.
without even noticing, you grind your hips against hamzahâs mouth, trying to get more but hamzah instantly shuts it down. he takes his mouth off of you and looks up at you. âstay still or iâm stopping.â he snarls.
you let out a soft whimper as a response. hamzah goes down again.
you grab the closet pillow next to you and let out a muffled moan. god damn, when did this man learn how to eat pussy this good? hamzah never seemed like the type to actually give a girl pleasure, it felt like he was one of those guys who only cared about themselves cumming. you wrap your legs around hamzahâs neck and you feel his hands rub up and down your sides, you can hear his muffled moans and groans, sending vibrations through out your body.
His tongues goes deeper inside you, basically tongue-fucking you, making you see stars. swirling his tongue around and licking ways you didnât even know was possible.
âhamzah.. fuck..â you moan, removing the pillow so he could hear your moans, and he did. his cock got harder the moment he heard you moan his name. you grip his blonde curls as you feel a knot in your stomach. âhamzah, baby.. im gonna cum..â
the knot in your abdomen tightens and your eyes close as hamzah fucks you with his tongue, going in and out. not even 2 minutes later, you explode, feeling your orgasm wash over you, cumming with a loud cry. hamzah doesnât get off just yet, heâs making sure he gets very single drop, heâs been dreaming of his moment and now that heâs got it, heâs making sure he gets everything.
the man rises up with a smirk on his face, mouth glistening with your cum and some spit. he uses the back of his hand to wipe his mouth. your eyes flutter open to see him. hair is messy, eyes are low, and heâs rock hard..
you look down at the bulge in his pants and then into his eyes. âyou want me to help you with that?â you say, voice slight hoarse from all the loud moaning you just did. hamzah rises an eyebrow and looks down.
âdonât worry about me. tonight was all about you.â he grinned.
sigh.. you really hope he doesnât tell anyone about this..
hi guys! so.. this is my first time EVER writing smut, um I hope I did okay because omg lmao. you hope you guys liked this, itâs pretty long but oh well. and also thank you for 200 likes on my last post!!! that means sooo much to me! love you guys, bye!
| You jumped out of your seat as you saw Hamzahâs sweaty arm lift as they announced his victory. Sweat radiated off his body as he accepted his victory as he was aching everywhere as sweat covered his swole body. You and his whole family jumped and cheered in celebration. After a memorable moment between him and Martin and an interview with their fans you were sitting in his office watching from your phone due to you leaving early.
He knocked on the door as he came in knowing you were in theyâre. His soft grin appeared on his lips as you jumped up and wrapped your arms around his neck that was still hot.
âCongrats Hamzah! I love you! You did so good babe!â Your embrace made him groan a little as he squeezed your waist. Pulling off, you sat him down near a office chair,
âIâm sorry babe, did i hurt you?â You asked worried as he shook his head pulling you down on his lap as you began rubbing and messaging his tense shoulders.
âAre you okay? Are you hurt?â You questioned your tired boyfriend as he shook his head. âMâjust very sore right now honey. Itâs just my arms thoughâ he sighed. âI can help you with that maybe?â You smirked as your hands rolled around his shoulders and biceps. Since those months and months of training you noticed how strong he was getting. The way his biceps would be there without even flexing or how his abs weâre appearing more then ever Youâve always wanted to tell him but you never wanted to get in the way of anything. Right now, it seemed like your only chance. You kissed his forehead as his eyes were shut in tiredness.
âyou were so good out thereâ you whispered as you kissed his jawline as he rubbed your thigh closer to your core. âAll for you y/nâ he opened his eyes as he cupped your face grabbing your cheek placing his lips on yours. He groaned in ache but need as your knees shifted apart fully sitting on his lap. He slowly began grinding every so lightly as you couldnât help but part your lips from him,
âNo, let me soothe you babyâ you got up from his lap as you were now on your knees in between his legs as his finger traced your jawline. âLet me relieve you Hamzahâ the sentence made his skin crawl and his already erect member Twitch from you already on his lap.
âFuck baby I love the way you talk like thatâ he muttered as his member sprung from his shorts. You pumped his hardened cock as he grunted gripping on the sides of the chair as your warm yet wet lips met his cock as he threw his head back in pleasure
âfuck fuck fuckâ he whined as you slopped all over his cock as his pre-cum mixed with your spit made his member twitch in your mouth.
âfuck y/n, your so good to meâ he bucked his hips as you gagged a bit.
âFuck we better not get caughtâ you bit your lip as his finger signaled âshhâ on his mouth.
You bopped your head up and all the way down on his long member sending pools of pleasure over him, drowning in his lust.
âbaby I canât!â He whined as a loud popping noise was made from your mouth. âI need you on me please!â He pleaded with a bead of sweat falling from his forehead as you crawled on top of him.
Your core one layer away from the contact of his cock as his hands moved all over your body. His thumb rubbed your covered clit as you moaned from your mouth to his. His thumb pressing down on your clit receiving a thrust from you. You impatiently slid your panties to the side of your heat as sliding his long girth inside of you. Seeing stars, you hid behind his ear as you moaned right into his eardrums as his nails were pierced into you
âFuck I havenât been able to do this in forever- fuck y/n!â He stuttered as you placed your hands on his shoulders sitting up, âshh just relaxâ you sat on top of his cock as you slowly moved up and down from his cock as he gripped your beasts throwing his head back as you did works on his cock. Small whispers were heard from his mouth as you picked up speed.
âShit, youâre so fucking gorgeous y/n! God-â he panted as he fought the soreness and pleasure of his body. âYou feel so fucking good- ngh-â
Rapidly skin slapping was heard from inside the room as him bucking his hips helped you find your g-spot. His hands were firmly held on to your waist as your hands tugged on to his âfashion novaâ hoodie.
âMy. God. Baby!â He panted as he took a breath between words as his mouth sucked on your nipples sending chills through your arms. His tongue circled around your sensitive tits as you loudly moaned, your thrusts became sloppier but slower as you felt your self coming up.
âFuck Hamzah! Mâclose-â you whined loudly.
âMe too baby!â He replied as he took all his force thrusting into you harder as your body shook in pleasure coming all over his cock as he moaned nipping at your neck and kissing your lips again. Your hips melted onto him as he came into you, filling you in his cum. Heâs missed you very much. He missed how badly youâd squirm under him.
âFuckkk!â He moaned as he rubbed your back, âyour so fucking good baby, I did it all for your baby.â He added kissing your forehead as he rubbed your back.
You both got dressed as you made your way back to your shared house with a victory and more energy in stored for tonight. |
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(hey yall, i hope you guys enjoyed this fic coz it was very rushed i just very much wanted it posted asap to feed my baby birds (you guys đ«°) + this isnât spelled check so sorry for any errors!)
