#hamzah fluff

[wheeler-kissed]

you already know that i’m yours ft. hamzahthefantastic

sypnosis: at a loud house party, hamzah’s effortless charm draws attention from everyone-including people who aren't you. jealousy simmers, but when you finally confront him, he reminds you with infuriating confidence that he's already yours. a soft, possessive moment follows, where jealousy turns into reassurance and belonging.

paring: hamzah x reader

genres: romance, slight, angst, jealousy, fluff

the music in the living room was loud, bass-heavy, the kind that crawled under your skin and made everything feel too close. you’d been nursing the same drink for over an hour, perched on the arm of the couch while hamzah moved through the party like it belonged to him.

and that was the problem.

he wasn’t doing anything technically wrong. he never was. he was just… hamzah. relaxed confidence, crooked smiles, that stupidly smooth way he talked that made people lean in without realizing it. you watched him by the kitchen now, shoulder against the counter, talking to two girls you vaguely recognized. one laughed a little too loud, fingers brushing his forearm as if it was nothing. he didn’t pull away. if anything, he dipped his head closer, voice low, private—like he was letting them in on something special.

your grip tightened around your glass.

you tried to focus on your phone, scrolling aimlessly, but your eyes kept snapping back to him. the way his smile lingered. the way he tilted his head when he listened. it twisted something sharp and ugly in your stomach.

eventually, the group drifted back toward the couch. hamzah dropped down beside you like the universe hadn’t just personally offended you. his arm stretched along the backrest, fingers brushing your shoulder. you didn’t lean in. you stayed stiff, sipping your drink like it was the only thing keeping you together.

“you bored?” he asked, casual. teasing. his knee nudged yours.

“i’m fine,” you said too fast.

he glanced at you, eyebrow lifting. “yeah? don’t sound fine.”

you kept your eyes on your cup. one of the girls waved from across the room. hamzah waved back easily, that same smile still on his lips.

your jaw clenched. unbelievable.

by the time the party started thinning out, your mood had settled into something cold and tight. outside, the night air bit through the warmth clinging to your skin. you stood a few steps away from him, silent, replaying everything whether you wanted to or not.

he stepped closer, hands in his pockets. “okay. talk to me.”

you finally looked up. “you don’t have to flirt with everyone to be nice, you know.”

his brows knit together, then a half-smile tugged at his mouth. “what?”

“you were all over them,” you snapped, arms crossing.

he laughed softly, shaking his head. “baby… why are you acting like you don’t already know?”

“know what?”

he closed the space between you, hand settling at your waist like it belonged there. like you belonged there. “that you’re mine.”

the way he said it—easy, sure—made your jealousy feel small, almost silly. you shook your head anyway. “hamzah, that’s not the point.”

he tilted his head, studying you, eyes dark but amused. “it is the point. i go home with you. always. so what’s got you worked up?”

you hated how much the warmth of his palm grounded you. hated how your pulse betrayed you. he tipped your chin up with two fingers, smile slowing into something heavier, more dangerous.

“no one else gets me like you do,” he murmured. “be mad if you want, princess. i’m still yours.”

by the time you got back to his place, he was fully in remind-you mode. tugging you into his lap, mouth at your neck between words, voice low and confident.

“mine,” he murmured. “don’t forget that.”

and the worst part? you never did. he was cocky, infuriating, smug—an absolute problem.

your problem.

you huffed softly, half resisting, half melting anyway. “you’re so annoying.”

he grinned against your skin. “yeah. you love it.”

he leaned back just enough to look at you, hands sliding up your sides, slow, deliberate, daring you to pull away. when you didn’t, his smile deepened.

“tell me you know you’re mine.”

you swallowed. “i know—”

he leaned closer. “say it like you mean it.”

you grabbed the front of his hoodie, pulling him in until your foreheads touched. “i’m yours.”

his smile softened, satisfied. “good. and i’m yours.”

he kissed you then—slow, deep, unhurried—like nothing else existed. when he pulled back, his lips still brushed yours.

“next time you get jealous,” he murmured, arms tightening around you, “don’t wait. come take me.”

you scoffed, tapping his chest. “you’d like that.”

he smirked. “yeah. i would.”

and when you shifted, his hold only tightened, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

right there.

with him.

please do not motify my works.

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[wheeler-kissed]

hamzah masterlist ! 🪄

just buisness - plug ! hamzah

you already know that i’m yours

(tbc…)

[coolgrl111]

more hamzah 🧟‍♀️🤤🙏🏻

ugh fineee….😒😒😒….👀👀sorry for neglecting you slushy friends

[loopizm]

BOYFRIEND! HAMZAH TEXTS PT. 3

18+ ONLY!!! MNDI

tw: none..? lmk if different!! just horniness tho

requested!

pt. 1 pt. 2

hey guys... 😅 its been a minute!!! im SO sorry for disappearing for a couple of months!!!! Work has been making me go through it+ i had the most gut wrenching situationship PHEWWWW. Im back tho so!! I will save u guys from the hamzah fic drought. dw. Also!!!! I wasnt going to do something like this EVER!!! So this is the closest to smut you will get from me... but ill write the freakiest one ever if i disappear again... anyways... fuckkkkk i miss blondzah so bad ok DERRY OUT!!!!!

[hamzahtastic]

hamzahs laugh is so cute I’m busting

[ivoyzzz]

more then a friend - hamzah

synopsis: the line between friends and something more had always been blurry for you and hamzah.

warnings: flufyyy

a/n: it's been so long since ive wrotten anything what the hell, im very into slushy noobz rn pls send requests for this silly boy !! xo ivy

the party was loud, drinks were flowing and everyone was talking. everyone except you and hamzah. hamzah stood in between chase and martin, nodding along to whatever martin was going on about. you were standing between claire and chase trying to focus on whatever joke they were laughing about. you couldn't, and either could hamzah.

hamzah's eyes were traveling over to you when things got too quiet on his side or yours. that soft smile on his lips, hamzah just looked so effortless always.

after a while mandy and martin wandered off somewhere, while claire and chase went to go film a stupid tiktok. now it was just you and hamzah, standing closer then necessary to talk.

"you having fun?" hamzah asked, lazy smile on his face. "yeah, are you?" you hummed back, too busy staring into his pretty eyes to really answer the question.

"yeah." he nodded, holding eye contact longer then he normally would. this was nice, this is what hamzah was looking forward too all night. just you and him, in your little bubble. it was rare there was a moment like this, just the two of you existing. there was no need for jokes to cover up silence, no need to be sitting apart staring at each other and wishing you could do this all the time without all the questions. "wanna get some air?" you hummed towards hamzah, which he didn't hesitate to smile, mumbling a small "please." you both stepped out onto the porch, the night air hitting your skin, a relief from the commotion of the house. hamzah took a seat on the railing, leaning back casually, his hands finding their place in his pockets. you leaned against the wall, standing opposite from him. this was a differnt version of hamzah, one he wasn't when the whole group was together. this was a quiter hamzah, and unsure hamzah, only something he would let you see.

“you okay?" he asked, that smile against his lips, the one you only wanted him to give you.

“yeah, just… tired, I guess,” you shrugged, trying to play it off, but you knew he could see right through you.

hamzah raised an eyebrow. "tired of the party or tired of something else?"

you paused. the question lingered in the air between you two, heavy but unspoken. you opened your mouth, ready for all the pent up feelings to come out, instead you shrugged.

hamzah's eyes didn't leave your face once. "i missed you." he said, mumbling like it was some kind of secret he was letting you in on.

you let out a small laugh. was what he said funny? no, but it easier then trying to convince yourself to believe it. "we've been hanging out all week."

"not like this, and you know that." hamzah smiled, moving off the railing to stand against the wall next to you. both of your bodies instantly seeking each other. hamzah shoves his hands in his jacket, arm pressed up against your arm.

"i missed you too." you mumbled, so quiet he probably could've convinced himself it was the wind.

you felt him looking at you, like it had finally clicked that this was real. usually you had been the one to reel it back in after the flirting had gone too far, or things started to get real; but no, not this time. you forced yourself to give distance to the two of you, regretting saying anything at all. hamzah didn’t pull away. he stayed there, just inches from you, like he was waiting for something to happen. the space between you both was charged now, thick with everything that had been left unsaid.

“you always do this,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, but there was a vulnerability behind it that caught you off guard. “pull away when it gets too close.”

you swallowed, shaking your head softly. “i’m not pulling away,” you whispered, but you weren’t sure if you were talking about the distance between you two or the distance you’d kept from the feelings that were starting to make themselves known.

hamzah’s hand brushed against yours, not an accident this time. he kept it there, his fingers brushing over yours gently, like he was waiting for you to make a move.

you wanted this, you wanted him. you moved your index finger in between his thumb and index finger. it was subtle, but it seemed to soothe him.

his thumb traced over your knuckles, the simplest of touches, yet it sent a jolt through your body. you felt yourself leaning closer, your breath matching his. everything felt quiet now, just you and him, standing on the porch, no distractions. no one else around.

he was looking at you like he was waiting for something, a decision maybe, but you didn’t know what that decision was. it was you who leaned closer, it was you who was staring at his lips.

without another word, hamzah moved closer, his lips brushing against yours in the lightest touch. it was soft, tentative, like he was giving you the chance to pull away if you wanted to. but you didn’t. you stayed there, your lips meeting his, and it felt like everything else just faded away.

it wasn’t rushed, wasn’t forceful. it was just you and him, letting the moment happen. you could feel the tension easing between you both, the quiet that had been there all night finally broken, and it felt right.

when you both pulled away to breathe, hamzah let out a small laugh. "i knew you liked me." he smiled stupidly, in that same voice that he always uses to make you laugh. "please shut up." you rolled your eyes leaning into him, as the two of you listened to the muffled music from inside. maybe hamzah was more then your friend after all.

[coolgrl111]

hii i love ur texting aus!!! would u be able to do more hamzah texts pretty pleek🙏🙏

it’s been too long…🥀does slushy tumblr still exist (say yes pls pls pls pls pls)

[clouji]

There’s Something About Her

+ hamzah x reader, clubbing, first meet, slow burn(?), one shot.

The Uber ride reeks of vape and Mandy’s flower perfume. You’re in the back, trying to stay straight, phone still playing the playlist you begged her to blast while you were taking shots off her vanity.

She twists around from the passenger seat, lip gloss in one hand, phone in the other. “Okay. Please be normal.”

“I am normal,” you reply, slow and carefully like you’re trying to convince yourself.

“You’re drunk.”

“I’m ok, I promise.”

She gives you a side-eye look. The kind that says if you get us bounced, I will actually kill you. And you understand that.

You somehow make it past the bouncers. It’s loud. Hot. Everyone’s too beautiful or too sweaty. Mandy’s already on the phone with her boyfriend Martin, yelling over the bass.

“HELLO? WHERE’S THE TABLE?? NO, I CAN’T HEAR YOU, WE JUST GOT IN—”

You’re holding her hand and trying not to fall, squinting through lights and sweaty people. She drags you to the back corner where VIP is roped off, and there he is.

Not Martin.

The other one.

Never seen him before. Tall, clean, fine and unreadable.

“Hey,” Martin says, greeting you with a hug. “This is Hamzah. He’s visiting from Toronto.”

You blink. Say your name. Reach out to shake Hamzah’s hand and miss slightly. “Sorry. I’m already drunk. The pregame was pregaming.”

He raises a brow. Doesn’t laugh. Just looks at Mandy, “Is she okay?”

“She’s fine,” Mandy says, brushing it off. “She’s just gonna sit for like ten minutes. She always does this.”

You’re already halfway to collapsing into the booth.

The music’s vibrating through your body, your feet hurt from the heels, your chest is warm, and the room’s moving just a little too fast. You lean back, close your eyes for a second.

When you open them, there’s a jacket on your lap.

It wasn’t there before. Oversized. Heavy. Still warm from whoever wore it. The fabric smells like sweet and something clean. Expensive. Familiar in a way that shouldn’t feel comforting but does.

You look around. He’s not looking at you. Or maybe he is. You can’t tell. You blink slowly and accept the jacket since you feel cold anyway.

A few minutes later, some guy shows up. Probably one of those tryhard guys who smells like cologne or something you never know.

“Hey gorgeous,” he said, looking down next to you. “Why you sittin’ pretty here all alone?”

You shrug. “just chillin’.”

He asks if you want a drink. You’re too slow to say no, and your hand’s halfway to the cup when—

Hamzah grabs it. No hesitation. Fingers brushing your wrist just enough to get you back to awareness.

“You can leave now,” he tells the guy flatly.

The random guy scoffs. “Bro, chill. I was just being friendly.”

Hamzah gives him a hard look. “She’s clearly not sober. Why the fuck are you offering her shit?”

The guy murmurs something and walks off. You look at Hamzah, who doesn’t say anything, just disappears again.

When he comes back, it’s with a plastic water bottle. He puts it on the table in front of you and slides into the booth beside you, silent.

You smile. “So you’re also a random guy. Should I not accept this either?”

He just looks at you, and there’s something unreadable in his eyes. Not anger. Not concern. Just… quiet intensity. You feel it settle in your chest.

You laugh and drink the water anyway.

“You’re not gonna go dance?” you ask, trying to face him.

“Nah,” he says. “Not leaving you alone while you’re like this.”

You laughed. “I’m chilling now. I’m alright. I’ll find y’all in five. Go have fun with them.”

He ignores it, so you just let him stay there next to you.

You don’t talk for a while. He doesn’t seem like the type who needs to fill silence, which is kind of nice. You’re still a little dizzy. The lights are spinning, music shifting into a new set. Your favorite song comes on.

You sit up fast. “Oh my god, this is my shit.”

You’re humming along, swaying your feet a little, while you watch Mandy in the crowd wrapped around Martin like a cutest couple in the world.

You giggle to yourself. “They’re so cute.”

And then you crash again. Quick little wave of nausea, maybe, or just a headspin. Either way, you lean to the side and your head finds Hamzah’s shoulder.

He doesn’t move. Just shifts slightly, lets you adjust. His shoulder’s warm. He smells good, like something subtle but expensive. You let yourself sink into it, just for a second longer than necessary.

Your hands are cold again. You rub them together, trying to get some heat, but it’s not helping.

So you do the probably stupidest thing you’ve done all night, you press your freezing fingers to his cheek. You don’t know why you did it.

He flinches a little. Not hard. Just surprised. His jaw tightens.

“Sorry,” you mumble. “I’m cold.”

He stays still for a second, like he’s thinking about it. Then his hand finds your waist, gentle. Pulls you in a little more.

“Just relax a bit,” he says softly. “You’re good.”

You rub your thumb in soft circles against his jaw. He mirrors you, thumb touching your hip, tracing the little seam of your dress like it’s something fragile.

You’re not talking, but it’s weirdly comfortable. Intimate in a way that sneaks up on you. His breath is steady. Yours is not.

You don’t know what he’s thinking. You kind of want to.

You’re not sure how long you stay like that.

“HELLOOO?” Mandy’s voice breaks the moment. She stumbles over with Martin, both of them flushed and smiling.

She squints at you and Hamzah. “What you guys doinggg?”

You pull your hand off Hamzah’s face like you just got caught doing something illegal. His hand is still at your waist.

“Girl,” you say. “Are you drunk?”

“I am,” she says proudly. “Because for once I’m not babysitting. I got my man. You got Hamzah.”

“‘Got Hamzah’ is crazy,” you laughed.

Hamzah doesn’t say anything. But he doesn’t move either.

“You okay to come to the crowd?” Mandy asks. “Or are you still napping?”

You nod. “I’m good now. We should go.”

She laughs and pulls you up. Martin raises an eyebrow at her. “Babe, you can’t even walk straight.”

“She’s good,” you say, looping your arm through Mandy’s. “Trust me. She doesn’t get drunk.”

As you head toward the crowd, you glance back.

Hamzah’s watching.

Back at the table, Martin leans over to Hamzah, who hasn’t taken his eyes off you.

“So?” Martin says. “You think she’s cute?”

Hamzah sips his drink. “She’s alright. First impression’s a little… off. Probably won’t remember me tomorrow.”

“But?”

“She’s funny... and I don’t know... there’s something about her. I kinda want to make sure she gets home safe.”

Martin grins. “She’s single, by the way.”

“And I don’t do long distance.” Hamzah says.

“You don’t do long distance yet.”

Hamzah shakes his head, but he’s still watching you. In the crowd. Singing too loud. Spinning in place. Hands up, face glowing from the lights.

“She’s cool,” he finally says. “I think I want to get to know her more.”