SERIOUSLY | hamzah
short and not proof read. but try to enjoy!
currently, your sat ontop of hamzah, your boyfriend’s lap with your makeup on the bed around you. he held a firm grip on your waist, making sure you were comfortable, as you concentrated on his makeup. after a week of begging he had finally let you.
“that tickles.” he giggled as you brushed the counter on his jawline to blend it in further. you raise a brow as his response as u pull away, “don’t be a baby.”
he rolled his eyes. “i’m not a baby.” he grunted, shifting himself. his hands rubbing at your waist in the process. you smack his chest while eyeing to fight the smile coming on to your face. “watch your hands.”
his eyebrow shoot up, a smirk appearing on his face. his hands travel away from your waist and onto your thighs, lightly grasping at them. “and why should I, hm?” he teases, “you don’t like it.”
“I do, but I think you also like it. just a little too much.” you responsd but his smirk only got bigger, both of his hands on your thighs now. his thumb gently tracing circles around them.
“oh?” he says, his voice low. he slowly moves one of his hands back to your waist, his thumb rubbing against the part where your t-shirt and shorts met. “and what are you gonna do about it?”
you huffed as you realised his makeup would not be fully finished today, putting down ur makeup brush. “you’re lucky we’re not filming like mandy and martin.”
his eyes were practically glued onto you, as they slowly traveled down your body. his voice was almost mocking as he continued to talk. “and why’s that exactly?”
you shrugged, trying to hide how your body responded to him. you distracted yourself by putting all of your makeup products back into its makeup bags. as you did so he leaned forward so his lips brushed your ear.
“is that a no, then?” he questioned, his face right infront of you when you finished putting your things away. you wrap your arms around his neck and tighten your thighs around his waist . “it’s never a no.” you give in to your boyfriends words.
he chuckled softly, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine, as his hand now moved to rest on your ass, giving it a light squeeze. he nipped at your ear, “don’t say things like that, princess.”
he didn't hesitate, easily moving you so your back was on the bed and he was hoovering over you. “you’re hot but I can’t take you serious with that makeup.” you stated at his filter-like complexion.
his rough hands trailed up your sides slowly, coming up to rest on your hips. a smirk appeared on his face when you giggled. "mhm? you think so, baby?" he moved a bit, causing his thigh to press even more into your core. he leaned down his face above yours once again "you sure you can't take me seriously?”