#thatmartinkid

[slushynoobzbias]

[mewhenimanangel]

need that, hamzahthefantastic

prev pt 3*

—synopsis. hamzah invites you over to be in their new video

—warnings!: freaky uti, dry humping, undressing

notes 🫧: the fight was so tuff, i’m a die hard noob

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you parked your car outside hamzah’s house, fixing your lip gloss and zipping up your sweater before going to knock on his door.

him and martin invited you to be in one of their sims videos since mandy was on vacation and they knew you played as well.

it’s been around two weeks since you and hamzah made out in his car. since then, you’d been texting a lot more and you hung out twice with mandy and martin. though, you haven’t done anything to continue what he started.

hamzah answered the door with a grin, “come on in boi, we haven’t started playing yet. martin’s still connecting the camera and the mic” he closed the door behind you.

you felt something brush against your leg, looking down to see his cat rubbing itself on your leg. “awwww he’s so cute” you reached down to see if he’d let you pick him up.

when he did you held him in your arms and rubbed behind its ear. “which one is this?” you asked hamzah. “this is blue. red’s probably upstairs somewhere clawing at something.” he said, reaching over your arm to pet blue.

“i had to put a child lock on my fridge cause they figured out how to open it bruh” he shook his head.

you giggled looking at him with a smile.

“oh hey y/n, didn’t know you were here already. i just finished setting up the camera” martin said. “heyy” you put blue down on the floor, following martin.

“you ready to get your sims on?” he asked. “try freaking born ready” you giggled, hamzah following behind you.

you sat off to the side on the couch in hamzah’s office while they started the video. “hello everynyan-” hamzah interrupted him “dude what” “it’s like a meme like have you ever seen it? it’s like oh my gahhh” martin awkwardly repeated the video, hamzah stifling a laugh. “anyways we’re back and better than frigging ever” martin started off.

“now it has been a while-“ “definitely been a while-“ “right, a while since our regularly scheduled programming” hamzah said. “i hope you guys enjoyed the fight, we worked super hard literally for like six months”

“and you may realize we’re not in our usual spot, wanna tell them why that is?” martin said. “yes we are, we’re in my house this time because mandy’s on vacation and martin, feeling like a sad little lonely boy wanted to come over and play with me”

“yes mandy is gone. she is in spain right now because she doesn’t love me anymore. you know what they say, ‘go to spain when your lover’s a pain’. that’s why she hasn’t proposed to me yet in the big year of twenty twenty-five” martin went on. “literally nobody says that”

“but speaking of mandy, today we’re playing the sims. something we haven’t done in a long time and we need a little bit of a refresher” “yes, the sims is a girl game and since we don’t have mandy, we brought back up” hamzah added.

“yes, we obviously cannot play this game ourselves so we brought in another expert” they looked at each other before counting down from 3 and snapping their fingers. you knew they were gonna put some silly transition effect over this.

hamzah got up to get another chair for you “you good?” he asked you, making sure you were comfortable. and you nod your head before sitting between them. “hellurr. yes i am mandy’s back up today. because obviously, they don’t know what they’re doing so im taking over.”

“dude what is it with girls and the sims. only girls know how to play the sims” martin and hamzah riffed while you logged into your sims account.

“now this is your first time on here y/n, how do you feel in the presence of such greatness” martin asked. “well im honored to be on but i don’t know about ‘greatness’” you joked.

after two hours of creating sims and making them kill, cheat, fornicate, and find love, they ended the video. “banger video alert” hamzah turned the computer off. “uhh yeah that was really good if i do say so myself.” you pat yourself on the back.

the three of you lounged around hamzah’s living room for another hour after that. “are you guys hungry?” hamzah asked “i was gonna order some food” “actually i still have some packing to do for my flight tomorrow” martin sighed while playing with red. “oh shit right, i forgot” hamzah shrugged.

“i’m gonna head out now bro i’ll see you next week” he dapped hamzah up before doing the same to you. hamzah followed him out before closing the door behind him.

“i could eat” you shrugged and hamzah smiled. he pulled his phone out and ordered chick-fil-a, adding in your order.

you sat criss crossed on his couch as blue jumped into your lap, snuggling up against you and purring. “his ass definitely likes you” hamzah chuckled.

“do you want one?” he asked, coming back from his bedroom with a little jar of edibles. “sure” you reached to grab one with your nails.

hamzah grabbed one too and you tapped them together in a ‘cheers’ motion before eating them.

you soured your face and gagged “okay these are nasty oh my god” you laughed. “yeah they taste like butt but they do the job. the food should be here in like twenty minutes” he said, joining you on the couch.

you helped him review the footage from the video before he sent it to their editor. by now the edible was beginning to kick in and you were growing hungrier by the minute. his door bell rung and he got up to answer the door.

he came back holding the bags of food up with a smile on his face and plopped down onto the couch, this time much closer to you, legs and arms touching.

“fuck i’m starving. is that shit kicking in for you yet?” he asked, handing you your sandwich and fries. “oh it is” you grinned.

“have you ever had the mac and cheese?” he asked you. “no i usually go for the fries” “okay here you gotta try it.” he took some on his fork and put it in front of your mouth, paying close attention to the way your lips wrapped around the fork. “right?” he nod his head at your reaction.

“wait here, you’ve got some cheese on your mouth” he said, brushing your lip off with a napkin. “oh..oops” you giggled through your slowed words.

the two of you tore through your food, turning on family guy in the background. “that was so fucking good” you looked at him, eyes low and red.

“right…..i’m stuffed.” you slowly sipped on your milkshake. “do you ever think about what they do with the cut out pieces of fries?” you asked, just chatting. “i always wonder but they probably just throw them away.” he added.

you leaned back into the couch, cross legged, knee resting atop of hamzah’s as he put his arm on the back of the chair behind you.

he slowly rubbed your bare shoulder that peeked from under your hoodie that was falling off. you leaned your head back, resting it on his arm before looking at him.

“so, are we just never gonna talk about it again?” you addressed the elephant in the room. “hm?” he looked at you. “the kiss, are we just gonna act like it didn’t happen?”

“no of course not, i just wasn’t sure if i had made you uncomfortable so i didn’t wanna push anything again” he shrugged. “hamzah i kissed you back for a reason. i wanted it” you reassured. “and i still do” you said, looking away for a second.

he grabbed your chin, turning your face back to his before kissing you. you leaned into the kiss, rubbing your nails at the back of his neck.

the room filled with your mutual satisfied sounds, hamzah pushing his hand up under your sweater. he laid you down against the couch arm, keeping himself steady atop of you.

he slowly pulled the zip down, taking off your sweater off, you willed yourself to follow his lead, wrapping your arms around him. he broke the kiss, “you good, right?” he asked. “yeah, keep going. i want you, hamzah” you reassured. he kissed you again before lining kisses down your jawline and throat. he sucked down on your skin “wait don’t leave any hickeys” you said through a moan.

“too late” he let out a breathy laugh, making you giggle. hamzah let out a soft noise at the feeling of your nails rubbing through his hair. he slowly eased his up under your tank top, reaching up he grabbed a handful of bra. “here, hang on” you sat up, taking off your shirt and throwing it by your sweater. you fiddled with your bra clasp and eased the straps off your shoulders, letting your boobs rest.

hamzah stared at them, mouth agape. “that was a push up bra by the way, so don’t be too disappointed” you joked. “how would i be disappointed. you’re fucking hot” he pulled you atop of him and kissed you, hands firm on your ass.

he kissed down the middle of your chest before his mouth latched on. you sighed in satisfaction when he rolled his tongue.

you subconsciously grinded your hips on his, feeling him grow. “fuck” you winced. you stayed in that position for a while, dry humping each other as he kissed and sucked all over your upper body. you felt yourself getting needier by the minute. “hamzah-“ you started before being interrupted by a knocking on the door. “dude let me in, i forgot my wallet” it was martin.

you looked at hamzah before getting up. he kissed you “go to my bedroom, i’ll be there in a second” he told you and you smirked before leaving the room.

hamzah let him in “ugh thank you, i was worried you fell asleep” martin said, spotting his wallet on the side table.

hamzah looked over his shoulder realizing your shirt and bra were still thrown around on the couch. “imagine i went all the way to spain and forgot this just sitting here” martin chuckled before turning around, hamzah missing the chance to let him not to.

“oou you got chick-fil-a? anything left?” he looked inside a bag before he came face to face with your bra. he turned around, jaw dropped “dude!” he gasped and hamzah grinned.

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lvryn alright who pressed fast forward on my weekend 😂

mandys_iphone cute

user HELLO? is this a soft launch?????

ynlover omg this and how touchy they were in the sims video last month, they’re definitely dating ?)!(!;$:

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[arroganceisherfavoritecolor]

Hamzah feining over YouTuber reader in one of slushy noobz video? And then them later making a video with each other

crush

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆Hamzah 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 that👍🏽." 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 BRUHH😭 but ty to @katsaresokool for requesting!!! <333 hope u guys liked this!)

[tastesousweet]

⭒ blurb : roommate!hamzah goes bald .. & "we listen and we don't judge"

roommate!hamzah x poc!reader

summary : blurb and smau in which hamzah is bald now and roommate!reader begs him to do the tiktok trend "we listen and we don't judge"

mickey speaks : hiii love u slushies & more of my hamzah works can be found here <3

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mandys_iphone my heart skipped a beat • ♥︎ by author

yourusername can i get a little kiss kiss?

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--- we listen and we don't judge

you start the video and lean back to get you both in frame, causing hamzah to yelp in panic as he tries to push his beanie down over his head quicker, "wait!" his voice strains and you giggle before cutting the clip.

it cuts to both of you silently staring at the camera before hamzah smirks and makes you both laugh.

"okay this one's serious," you say as you lean back after starting the video once more, entirely overlapping hamzah's space (not that he minds). you grab your notebook from beside you on the couch, "ready?"

hamzah who has been following your movements the entire time, is already looking at you when you look over to him, "girl, i've been ready. you're the one with the giggles"

"the attitude is crazy"

"aht!" he raises a finger while stretching his arm behind you to rest on top of the soft couch, "what do we do?"

you catch on and nod your head with him as you reply together, "we listen and we don't judge"

"right!" he exclaims harshly, catching you off guard, especially when he shakes you by your shoulders slightly. his face drops when you don't laugh and he turns to the camera with his jaw dropped. he shakes his head with a dismissive kiss of his teeth, "wicked reference. you wouldn't get it."

"uh huh, you go first hamzah." he rubs your shoulder before putting his hand back onto the couch to rest.

he clears his throat, "'kay, sometimes when i'm really bored and you're like showering, or something, i move around something in your room. it's like something small you don't notice like switching where a stuffed animal is on your bed or somethin'"

your smile falls the more he speaks, "oh. starting off strong!"

the camera cuts and you're both overly-smiling, "we listen and we don't judge!!"

"when i'm like really hungry..." you look into his eyes, "this is like middle of the night, right, and i'll go into the kitchen and just sneak a bite or two of your leftovers-"

"oh nahhhh, what the hell??? y/n!"

"no! listen! like, if there's nothing else to eat!"

hamzah pouts slightly, "that's just evil, bro"

"you want me to starve? okay, i'll just starve next time and you'll be sorry!"

"no i won't" he squints his eyes, "and don't start that gaslightin-"

the clip cuts to you both excitedly repeating, "we listen and we don't judge!"

"well sometimes when you get home late from hanging out with people i'll hop in bed and fake being asleep because i like it when you sit there and harass me to wake up," he smiles menacingly.

"ew, you're a freak! you like when i beg for your attention???" you question while laughing.

"well yes!"

"we listen and we don't judge!"

"i hid your contacts for like three days once because i thought you looked cute with your glasses on" you say it with a smile as if it wasn't such a devious act.

"what?" hamzah turns to laugh at you, "pardon???"

"we listen and we don't judge."

"well, i got really drunk once and peed in your bathtub."

your face is still before you blink and look at him with a smile threatening to split, "when was this??"

"uhhhh, i dunno. i think like a month or two ago, but martin was using your toilet and i literally couldn't hold it-"

"so you pissed in my tub with martin stood inches away?"

hamzah begins to laugh so hard he can barely get out his breathy, "yes, exactly"

"i actually hate the image you just put in my head oh my god!!!!" you squeal and melt yourself into your cascading giggle-fit and sink further into hamzah's side.

you both laugh together- the kind of laughter that overpowers your entire being, when your eyes are squinted and there is no air in your lungs to produce an abundant sound any longer.

hamzah breaks his hold on you to wipe his eyes and reach for your phone yelling, "turn this shit off"

it cuts to a final clip of you smiling with your head resting on top of hamzah's as you pet his beanie-clad head, "bald!"

"enough!!!" the video gets blurry before cutting off as hamzah manhandles you off of him.

[awkwardbrunettegirl]

[ur-fav-slushy]

morning cuddles !!

GOOD DAY SLUSHY NATION! ASK AND U SHALL RECEIVE

morning cuddles w/!bfhamzah:

8:24am

you've been awake for the last 30 minutes just scrolling on your phone while hamzah sleeps soundly on his stomach right next to you. his broad back on display with the blanket thrown across his bum as he usually just opts to sleep in undies.

all his hard work from the boxing match still very present and his back muscles just look so yummy you cant help but reach out every once in a while to just gently run your fingers along his shoulder blades and down to his biceps(im salivating)

he's a pretty heavy sleeper so usually your touches don't wake him unless you start getting bold.

your scrolling through your fyp when you get a SCRUMPTIOUS edit of your pookie<3 and it reminds you that the real thing is laying mere inches away from you. you turn to him on your left side and card your fingers through his growing curls and then tread your nails along the nape of his neck and all the way down his spine.

he shivers.

"hamzahhhh"

he groans.

"hamzahhhh, wake uppp-"

with an ever deeper groan he suddenly lifts himself up and before you can understand whats happening he is hovering over you and pushing you to lay on your back.

"good morninOOF-"your cut off when he drops his whole weight on you. he gets comfy laying against you and stuffs his face in to the nook of your neck. "hamzah." you huff out.

he grabs your right hand and lazily drags it to his back hinting for you to keep your previous actions going. you caress the back oh his neck and he's out like a light. you contemplate waking him again before hearing his soft breaths against your ear and decide that little extra beauty sleep would hurt.

ty for the request my fellow slushy, im still salivating over his biceps.

request/ask anything<3

xoxo, ur fav slushy :3

[korudoss]

martin as early 2000s older brother core

[autvmnangels]

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ BREAKUP & MAKEUP, written by cup1dluvhs

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ tired of hamzah’s lack of interest in your relationship, you attempt to break up with him but you end up doing the complete opposite (request).

| warnings: smut, dirty talk, angst

| taking requests!

you were lying on you and hamzah’s shared bed in your apartment, your lip captured between your teeth as you observed him from afar. he had a lot of work to do through the night, and you figured you might as well hang out with him considering you had nothing better to do.

to be truthful, you and hamzah weren’t on the best terms. you didn’t talk as much as you used to, and the lack of ‘i love you’s’ shared between the both of you was scarce. but, he was busy and at first, you figured things would get back to normal soon.

but they never did.

it had been two months since the two of you genuinely laughed together, and you were starting to get bored. you missed how things were, and you mourned the relationship you once had with him. however, when you brought it up with him, he looked as if he had no idea what you were talking about.

this obliviousness continued the next two times you tried to talk to him, and it was the third time which finally had you making a difficult decision about whether or not you wanted your relationship with him to continue. you had told yourself you’d ask him to talk again soon so you could tell him how you felt, but that was two weeks ago.

you swallowed, and realised it was now or never. you didn’t want to lie around waiting for him to finish work, because you knew you’d be waiting a while and would leave in the morning before he was up. then you’d come over again, and the process would repeat.

you sat up in bed, blinking a few times before clearing your throat. you should have been sad, or nervous, but you weren’t. you knew there was no fixing your relationship now.

‘hamzah?’ you said, your voice soft as you rose off the bed and walked over to him, his eyes focused on the screen in front of him.

‘..mhm?’ he said, his attention clearly not on you as a sigh escaped his lips, his eyes briefly flickering in your direction.

‘can we talk—please?’ you said, looking away for a moment, trying to add an element of seriousness in your voice so he’d listen to you. that didn’t work however, because he didn’t respond to you and made no effort to make it look like he cared about anything you had to say.

‘hamzah, are you even listening to me right now?’ you snapped, your brows furrowing as you scoffed, your lashes fluttering as you blinked rapidly.

‘i’m in the middle of something, y/n.’ he said, his voice stern as he rolled his eyes. that was your last straw. the way he went out of his way to make sure you knew exactly how little he cared about paying attention to you, how much stress it caused him for you to merely open your mouth.

‘i wanna break up.’

his head snapped in your direction, and his eyes were wide. you almost laughed, considering it was the most attention he had given to you in months and it was over you ending your relationship with him. he immediately pushed his chair away from his desk, and stood up in front of you.

‘y/n, are you serious?’ he said, his voice holding an element of disbelief as you scoffed, looking at the floor as your fingers tangled together.

‘yes? hamzah, we’ve barely spoken for months. we don’t say i love you anymore, and whenever we hang out it’s always like this.’ you said, your hand gesturing between the computer and the bed, your eyes slowly meeting his.

he looked desperate, like he had a million words to say, yet couldn’t say them for some reason.

‘baby, please. come on, we can work this out.’ he said, reaching for your hands. he took them in his own, before you sighed and took a step back, your hands slipping from his grasp.

‘no hamzah. i’m done.’ you said quietly, turning around and running a hand through your hair, before making your way over to the bed to grab your phone and some of the other things you had brought with you. you gasped slightly when you felt his hands grab ahold of your hips and spin you around.

‘so that’s it, then? you’re not even gonna give me a chance?’ he said, his voice slightly alarming you. he sounded aggressive, his tone ragged like he was genuinely angered by your actions which were his own fault.

‘you’ve had many fucking chances, hamzah. don’t act like this is out of the blue.’ you hissed, attempting to push him away from you, but he caught both of your hands in a rough grip, the feeling making you wince.

you looked up at him, swallowing as you observed his expression. there was no sadness or desperation, just—anger. pure, undeniable anger.

‘so your really gonna fucking do this then, huh?’ he whispered, his face so close to yours that you were scared to breathe. you tilted your head at him, struggling to find any sympathy.

‘yeah, i’m gonna fucking do this.’ you said, nodding at him as he began replicating your actions, a smirk playing at his lips.

‘yeah?’ he spoke, his tone almost mocking as your breathing became uneven and miscalculated, the proximity you held with him making you feel slightly nervous.

‘yeah—’

before you could get anymore words out, hamzah’s lips were on yours. rough, and passionate. you immediately went to to push him off of you, but that feeling of discomfort melted into something more. it had been months since he’d kissed you like this, and you had missed it.

his lips moved against yours, his hands grabbing ahold of your waist as he guided you over to the bed in the corner of the room. he guided you down until you were sitting on it, before his hands pulled your legs onto it, your lips not parting for a second.

‘fuck, i’m so sorry sweetheart.’ he mumbled against your skin as his lips began to move down to your jaw, pressing weak kisses here and there.

‘i’m so so sorry.’ he whispered again, his hands sliding up your little pyjama top as you whined in response. you thought he was being sweet with you—genuine. but you quickly began to second guess everything when you felt his teeth against your skin.

‘can i make it up to you, baby?’ he said, his head raising from your neck, his eyes locking onto yours as they softened for a moment looking at you— all flustered and ready for him.

‘hm?’ he said, a smile playing at his lips as one of his hands slid onto your clothed thigh, his thumb beginning to stroke slow, encouraging circles on your skin.

‘please.’ you urged out, completely forgetting why you were mad at him in the first place, the look on his face working numbers on you.

‘that’s my girl. so fuckin’ pretty, aren’t you?’ he mumbled, leaning back down to your face, lips pressing a quick kiss on your own before his hands slid down to your sweat pants, his fingers tugging down the waistband.

his eyes remained on yours throughout the whole process, and you found yourself biting your lip to prevent any sounds from coming out of your mouth.

‘this doesn’t fix things.’ you suddenly blurted out as his fingers began toying with the little bow on your panties, his head looking up at you as his eyebrows raised.

‘oh sweetheart, we’ll see how you feel when i’m done with you.’ he said, his voice filled with sincerity as he watched your eager eyes flicker back down to his body positioned between your legs.

your panties were off next, the process slow and agonising. hamzah was quick to get himself out of his own pants too, his breathing heavy as he positioned himself at your entrance.

‘—hamzah.’ you whispered, the anticipation killing you as your head fell back against the pillow.

‘how bad do you need it, baby?’ he said, beginning to guide his tip between your wet folds, a series of moans spilling from your mouth as you reached for something—anything to grip onto.

‘please, hamzah.’ you whimpered, your little noise morphing into something else entirely as he snapped his hips into you, bottoming out in a single thrust. in the first few seconds, you couldn’t even comprehend what had happened, until you felt his cock twitching inside you.

‘oh fuck, you feel— your so fuckin’..’ hamzah breathed, struggling to find the words as his hands landed on your hips, holding you down as he began thrusting into you roughly.

every snap of his hips made you slip more and more out of consciousness, your head falling back against the pillows as you gripped the headboard, his tip hitting that spot inside you only he could reach every single time.

your felt your body shake slightly, your hips squirming due to the pleasure. hamzah was quick to push your body further into the bed to stop your moving, his fingers digging into your skin.

‘stop fucking moving, i know you can take it. take it like a good girl f’me, pretty.’ he huffed, his thrusts beginning to pick up pace as you began letting out loud, unholy noises.

pressure began building in your stomach, and you felt yourself already beginning to let go. hamzah had never fucked you like this, and weren’t sure you’d be able to leave him if he continued putting this much power into your body.

‘hamzah— m’gonna..’ you whimpered, hands gripping his wrists which were still pushing your body into the mattress, your nails digging into his skin.

‘fuck, baby. let go f’me, yeah?’ he whispered, and almost instantly. his words triggered your orgasm. desperate sighs and moans spilled from your mouth as you lost yourself all over his cock, your mind going blank for a second. you screwed your eyes shut as hamzah continued fucking you through it, his movements not faltering for a minute.

you could tell he was close too, because his thrusts became slow and miscalculated, his chest heaving as he brushed a stray strand of hair away from your face, a weak smile playing at his open mouth as his eyes stared into yours.

‘gonna cum so fucking hard, sweetheart.’ he whimpered, quickly removing his cock from your pussy before painting your stomach with his warm release, his head falling back slightly as your hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it slowly as more of his cum spilled onto your stomach.

there was a minute of silence before hamzah came back to life, his now thumb gathering some of his release from your stomach before bringing it to your lips, a stupid smirk on his face as he examined your disheveled state.

‘open wide, beautiful.’ he muttered, pushing his thumb into your mouth as you sucked greedily, before swallowing his load without hesitation. your eyes remained on his the whole time, and he stared at you in awe, his pupils completely blown out.

‘fuck—i’m sorry. please don’t go, y/n. i know we can fix this.’ he suddenly blurted out, his voice panicked as you quickly reached for his hands, holding them in your own as you attempted to shush his outburst, your body still positioned under his.

‘hamzah—it’s okay. i won’t leave.’ you sighed, sitting up slightly as you leaned forward and kissed his cheek reassuringly. his eyes practically lit up, and a smile made its way onto his face. maybe what you had wasn’t exactly perfect, but you were willing to give him a chance, especially after that.