#hamzah imagines

[lethalovers]

bf!hamzah headcannons

warnings : swearing & mentions of sex

enjoy !

bf!hamzah who loves to spoil you. watching you smile when you get something you’ve been wanting for a while is his favorite thing ever. even if he feels that you don’t need it, or it’s the stupidest thing he’s ever seen, he’ll still get it for you in a heartbeat if it meant that he could watch you be happy, as seeing you upset is something he hates.

bf!hamzah who loves to annoy you. you’re working on some late assignments? he’ll come right into your shared bedroom and talk your ear off, on purpose, because he knows how much you hate being disturbed. he won’t stop bothering you either, until you stare him down with that “what the fuck?” look, and then that’s when he knows his job is complete and will kiss your temple as he leaves the room laughing.

bf!hamzah who hates hurting your feelings. he sees you as a fragile doll that can break at any given moment. you bake something that tastes bad? he’s telling you it tastes phenomenal as he has trouble swallowing, just to see your eyes light up in excitement.

bf!hamzah who loves showing you off. it could be a picture of you in bed with your hair looking like you got electrocuted and he’ll still send it to all of his friends, gushing about how you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever laid his eyes on, and how he can’t believe you’re actually his. he’ll set it as his lock screen, his computer lock screen, his apple watch lock screen, basically every device that has a screen will have a picture of you just because he can’t et enough of how gorgeous you are.

bf!hamzah who knows how important aftercare is, wanting to make sure you don’t feel used or like he only wants to be with you for sex. he’ll run you a bath, make you your favorite drink and lay out some comfy clothes for you just so you know how much he loves you.

[ur-fav-slushy]

hamzah nsfw headcannons

mdni. 18+ only

warnings: smut, p-in-v, pet names, slight sub/dom dynamic, overstimulation, !afab reader

my thoughts and feelings on my favourite big boy;

-he’s a switch

depends on the day but leans more into a sub role and on the random chance hes feeling dominant its PLEASURE DOM CITY BABYYYYYY!!! call him a good boy and hes leaking all over your hand but call him sir and you're without a doubt cumming all over his face. some mornings he wakes up more clingy and itching for your gentle touch, other days he needs someone to put him in his place and then those special days where he needs to put you in YOUR place or just make you cum until you're crying.

"yes-oh fuck...just like that ple-" he covers his mouth with his right hand before he finishes his sentence. reluctantly you stop moving your hips against his and look down at him. he looks ruined. his breathing is rapid and the sweat makes his little blonde curls stick to his forehead. eyes shut and his eyebrows furrowed together like he's praying.

he is praying. praying for you to let him cum. again.

"don't cover your mouth." you command.

he whines and throws his head back against the pillow.

you've been riding him for over an hour straight. half way through you collapsed on to his chest after your 3rd orgasm and his second, it looked like you tired yourself out so much you were knocked cold so he also started to doze off while softly running his hands along your hips and thighs.

a few moments later he suddenly felt you place your palms against his hard stomach to help lift yourself up straight. his eyes are hooded as he looks up at you, giving him the sweetest smile you can before lifting your hips so just his tip is inside of you.

you wait there for a second just admiring how handsome he looks under you, he smiles back up at you. you slam back down on to his cock in one quick movement, going straight into a good rhythm.

now here he is 45 minutes later, tears brimming at his eyes and hands gripping your waist begging you to keep moving. he will do anything to keep you bouncing on his cock no matter how spent he is.

-he’s VOCAL

sub hamzah; hamzah is a WHINERRRR. case closed. he whines all day all night. when things first start getting hot and heavy all hes letting out are heavy breaths and small groans but the moment he sinks into you oh it's so over like hes just a whiny hot mess and you live for it.

pleasure dom hamzah; king of talking you THROUGH IT. praise after praise just making you wetter and more in love. he still moans and groans but when he's got you on your nth orgasm of the night and youre crying big fat tears from the overstimulation, he starts whining and crying like he usually does but that bastards still gonna be in full control. the range this man has.

and him switching between the both would look like this:

"fuck, i'm s-sorry baby. too much s'all too much." he groans as his hands trail up to the sides of your waist. "do you want me to keep goin-" "yes. fuck yes please. pleaseee." his whines interrupt you mid question.

he is so desperate he uses his strength to his advantage and just starts to lift you up by your waist to slide you up and down his cock at his own set pace, he keeps this brutal pace going by planting his feet flat on the bed to be able to reach that special little spot you know only he can reach.

"so beautiful, oh my god you are so beautiful, sweetheart."

uh-oh.

he only calls you sweetheart when he's pussy-drunk, and when hamzah's pussy-drunk you know you're not in control of your own pleasure anymore.

"you're so tight, fuck does it feel good? i just wanna make you feel good, sweetheart." he moans out. without stopping his movements he grabs your hands and places them on his shoulder, he then leads your face to his and you fall into a messy kiss with moans and whimpers falling into each others mouths.

hamzah's hands move back to your waist to keep you still against his cock. you whine loudly in protest. "be a good boy and fuck me. fuck me hard." you say in a breathy whisper against his lips.

mimicking your earlier move his hands grip your waist before sliding you up his cock so that just his tip is splitting you open. he smiles up at you sweetly before fucking up into you at a merciless pace.

-hes a a giver hunny

hamzah will eat it, spank it, spit on it and kiss it better before he realizes he hasn't even taken his boxers off yet. sub and dom hamzah will always prioritize your pleasure over anything else, if u want to ride his face till the sun comes up then by all means please take a seat. say you had a bad day and need to be fucked dumb then please contact your go to big boy and he will humbly accept your request.

you pathetically squeak every time his cock bottoms out, your hands grip on to his broad shoulders for dear life while he just keeps babbling out more non-sense than you.

"fuck you feel like h-heaven, sweetheart. just keep arching for me-" his lips are right against your cheek as he kisses the praises right into your temple.

"fuuuuck, right fucking there. i'm right here, aren't i sweetheart?" one of his hands presses into your belly where you can feel the head of his cock kissing your cervix. it hurts so good.

his other hand takes the pillow he's laying on and slams it on to the bed next to you and before you can register it he has you both flipped over, you feel the pillow under your lower back as he adjusts himself between your legs.

his arms slide under your legs and he lifts them over his hips as he sits up on his knees, his cock still deep in your stomach. he presses a sweet kiss to your lips before fucking straight into that gummy spot that has you dumb on his cock.

a whimper tears itself from your throat each time the back of your thighs slam against his pelvis. he's starring down at where you're connected and moans at how pretty you look wrapped around him.

"i want you to cum for me. please cum all over my cock. please, sweetheart. ohmygodohmygod keep doing that, fuck babyyy" his praises have you tightening around him which leaves him a whimpering mess.

his thumb presses against your clit, your hand grabs his wrist to stop him.

"i dont wanna make a mess." you say in between sobs.

"i want you to make a mess." he commands while his eyes are glued to the sight of his thumb rubbing against your sensitive bud. his pace doesn't let up, he wants you to feel how much he loves you. he wants you to cream around his cock.

your eyelashes fan those pretty little tears of yours across the apples of your cheeks as he moves his head down closer to yours to capture your lips in another messy kiss. his tongue is moving against yours with his hands moving to your back to arch you off the bed, this angle has your hands pulling at his curls and crying his name out in a way that sends chills down his spine.

"im so close. so fucking close. wan' u to cum with me, sweetheart." he pleads against your lips, you start nodding your head rapidly but that's not the answer he wants. he moves lips to ghost over the shell of your ear. he wants to make sure he gets the answer he needs.

"c'mon sweetie, be a good girl for me and make a mess on my cock." his voice is so low and sexy and you could cum to just that but...he still knows his place.

"nghh please, sweetie." he pathetically chokes out.

that last plea that leaves his gorgeous lips pushes you over the edge, hamzah's cock spilling his hot seed inside of you with a broken moan of your name. your pussy making a big creamy mess around the base of his cock.

his hips slow their pace before he stills and collapses on top of you, still inside.

"horny freak." he mumbles into the crook of your neck.

"sorry. i saw an edit of you."

thank u for reading. it's 2am. gonna take a cold shower now.

request/ask anything<3

xoxo, ur fav slushy:3

[giuliannna]

I’LL COME BACK FOR YOU

— trying to prove his worth to you, boxer!hamzah only causes more damage. inspired by this ask

continuation of cheer me on and make me a better man

you’re half-asleep on the couch when he walks in.

it’s almost two in the morning. all the lights are off except for the dim glow of the lamp beside you, and you’ve been sitting there for hours, just staring at the door like your frustration might make it swing open.

and now, finally, it does.

hamzah stumbles in with his hoodie half-zipped and his knuckles red and raw, but not bleeding like usual.

there’s no new wounds decorating his face, just the same leftover scars from a week or two ago, before you guys made the agreement that hamzah would take a break from boxing to focus on healing your relationship. the first progressive thing that’s happened in months.

he freezes when he spots you, immediately clocking the irritation etched into your features. you don’t say anything right away.

“i didn’t think you’d still be up,” he mutters, scratching the back of his neck like his excuse will undo everything.

you stand slowly, blanket falling off your lap. “where were you?” you press him for an answer that you already know.

he hesitates.

“hamzah.” you warn.

“i-” he sighs, looking away. “i just.. i had to.”

your chest tightens. “we agreed.”

“i know.”

“you promised.”

he winces at your tone. “it wasn’t some big thing, i swear. just a local match. barely anyone there.”

you laugh, cold and breathless. “yeah? was it worth it?”

“i won.” his voice is soft but steady, like he’s hoping that matters more than breaking your trust. “y’see? i can still win.”

you shake your head, eyes burning. “i never asked you to prove that to me.”

he steps forward. “but i need to. i don’t know who i’m supposed to be for you anymore.”

“you’re supposed to be you, hamzah. my boyfriend,” you snap. “not someone i have to bandage up every week.”

you’re only angry because he violated the agreement that was supposed to make your relationship better.

wouldn’t he, of all people, pounce at any opportunity to fix your issues?

“i’m sorry. i can make it up to you.”

his tone is laced with desperation. he sounds like a child desperate for approval - like your love is a trophy he has to earn with bruises, blood, and begging.

your voice is quieter now. “i don’t need you to do this for me. losing or winning - it doesn’t matter.”

hamzah swallows hard, his shoulders tensing up. there’s a flush creeping up his neck that’s not from the fight. it’s shame. you can see it in his eyes - the kind that comes from disappointing someone you love.

he doesn’t speak, not right away. he just steps closer, slow and careful, until he’s standing right in front of you. his hands tremble slightly when they reach for your waist.

“i can make it up to you,” he repeats softly.

you look up at him, brows drawn.

“i’ll be good. just let me show you, please.”

he sinks to his knees in front of you.

his fingers find the hem of your sleep shorts and he kisses your thigh like an apology.

“let me make you feel something,” he whispers, already tugging your shorts down. “something good.”

his mouth is warm against your skin. desperate. you feel it in every kiss he presses to your thigh, in the way his breath stutters, how his grip tightens around your hips like he’s afraid you’ll push him away.

but you don’t.

he looks like he needs this - needs you - and you haven’t decided yet if that’s a good thing or a bad one.

hamzah nudges his nose against your inner thigh, the bridge of it brushing your skin as he looks up at you. his eyes are glassy, wild with need and something much heavier - remorse, maybe.

“jus’ wanna make you feel good,” he says again, softer this time, almost slurred. “let me. please.”

you thread your fingers through the bleached roots of his hair and tug just a little. “okay,” you whisper. “yeah. you can.”

he doesn’t waste another second. he can’t afford to, not when you’re already slipping through his fingers.

you don’t remember stepping out of your shorts, or when you sat back down on the couch again - but he’s between your legs now, and his mouth is on you like he’s starving.

his mind is set on the idea that if he can make you fall apart, it’ll fix everything. if you moan his name, maybe it means you haven’t stopped loving him.

and fuck - he’s always been good with his mouth, but not like this. it’s uncoordinated and messy and too much all at once, tongue curling in deep, groaning like the taste of you is the only thing keeping him down to earth.

you grip his hair. “hamzah - slow down.” you breathe out, slightly whiny.

he doesn’t. if anything, he works harder - like your voice is another thing he has to earn. his arms hook under your thighs, dragging you closer to the edge of the couch, tilting your hips so he can bury his face deeper. he moans into your cunt, trying to apologize with every bit of his mouth.

“you don’t have to-” you start to speak, but you moan involuntarily, hips jolting when his tongue hits the perfect spot. “fuck - hamzah!”

he hums, and the vibration rattles through you. he loves hearing you say his name like that. loves it more than the sound of a crowd cheering for him in the ring.

you don’t mean to look down, but when you do - his eyes are shut tight, like this is holy, like worship. his fingers are shaking where they grip your thighs, arms straining, muscles twitching.

he’s unravelling. and it’s not just from the apologetic action; it’s from the fear that this might be the last time you’ll let him do this.

your stomach tightens as you cum - you’re shuddering, overwhelmed, fingers tangled in his hair as he drinks it all in like it’s proof that he can still reach you.

but even when you’re completely spent, when your thighs are trembling and you’re pushing at his shoulder - he doesn’t stop.

you whine at the overstimulation, your body thrumming with excessive pleasure. “h-hamzah!” you choke out. “too much!”

he pulls himself away with a small sigh, like he’s admitting defeat.

he rests his forehead on your inner thigh, panting against your skin, still holding onto you for dear life.

“i don’t know what else to do,” he breathes out. “i’m trying. i’m trying.”

you slide your hand down to his jaw, thumb brushing over almost-healed area where he had split his cheek open a few fights ago.

“hamzah,” you whisper. “this isn’t going to fix everything.”

he looks up at you, broken and blinking, his face flushed and his lips shining with your arousal. “then what is? tell me.”

you stare down at him, both of your hearts simultaneously cracking open at the seams.

”you need to stop doing this to yourself. you’re making it worse.”

he bows his head. his breath stutters. and then he’s crying.

right there, on his knees, with his face pressed to your thigh. muffled sobs, quiet and pitiful, the kind that sound like they’ve been building for a while. he’s not loud about it. he just clings to you and lets it happen.

you just sit there, your fingers lazily stroking through his sweat-dampened hair at the base of his neck.

eventually he calms down, but you know he’s still waiting for something - waiting for you to say something that will make this all okay. still waiting to be told he’s enough.

but you’re tired of lying. you don’t want to patch it up with soft words that don’t mean anything anymore. you don’t want to tell him this fixed it, that everything’s fine, when it isn’t.

“this isn’t right,” you murmur, thumb brushing along the shell of his ear. “this isn’t how love works.”

“i don’t know how else to love you,” he whispers.

you close your eyes. “it shouldn’t be about me. you don’t even know how to love yourself, hamzah.”

he doesn’t respond.

he finally doesn’t try to spin his pain into something noble.

you shift slightly, and he lifts his head just enough to look up at you. his eyes are red-rimmed and tired.

“do you even know why you went back?” you ask.

he swallows hard, and for a second, he looks like he’s about to lie.

“makes me feel purposeful for you.” he mutters, brutally honest.

you nod once, slowly. “you think that’s the only way to have purpose?”

“i know it is.”

you lean your head back against the couch and sigh. you hate the fact that his mind is wired this way.

when you speak again, your voice is quieter. gentler.

“i think you need to figure out who you are without me.”

he flinches - like the idea physically hurts - but he doesn’t argue. he just drops his gaze again, head resting back against your thigh.

“i don’ wanna lose you,” he says, barely audible.

“i know,” you whisper.

the silence that follows tells you that you’re both already long gone.

a/n: this was sitting in my drafts for so damn long i had to force myself to post it. i fear there’s no coming back from this

xoxo giulia

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[hamzahsbaby]

୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ YOUNG!DAD!HAMZAH

YOUNG!DAD!HAMZAH who never planned on having a baby at such a young age, but he’s happy that it was with the love of his life, you. becoming a dad has opened his eyes in so many ways. he never thought he could love another human the way he loves baby and you.

YOUNG!DAD!HAMZAH who gets sooo emotional over his daughter. there’s nights he stays up just watching baby sleep peacefully, crying because he’s so grateful to be blessed with such a beautiful family. he always calls you and baby his ‘two cuties’.

YOUNG!DAD!HAMZAH and you who love letting baby spend lots of time with her auntie mandy and uncle martin! they are always there with open arms whenever you and hamzah need a little break and just want to spend time together alone, but you start missing baby right away so it never lasts more than a few hours.

martin was the first person that YOUNG!DAD!HAMZAH told that you were pregnant. martin was surprised but beyond supportive, he really helped hamzah during the times of uncertainty. “i’m always here for you bro, you’re gonna be a great dad.” were martin’s exact words.

YOUNG!DAD!HAMZAH who had to switch around his whole youtube career when he started being a dad. this meant lots of prerecorded videos, lots of long breaks that came out of no where, and even taking youtube a lot more seriously because now he’s got a baby to take care of for the rest of his life.

YOUNG!DAD!HAMZAH who takes the privacy of his baby seriously, but will occasionally have baby and you featured on the channel when you want to be! the slushies love watching little family vlogs with you two, baby, martin, and mandy! everyone forgets hamzah’s a dad until slushy noobz does their little every 6 month video with you and baby.

[betweensnoopy]

roommate!hamzah

summary: hamzah is the worst roommate ever!

warnings: nsfw! hamzah being a munch frl

roommate!hamzah is such an asshole now that you’ve been living with him for the past six months—the 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, mugs—you name it. and the best part is… they’re barely yours! you’ve 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 down—you notice the pile of dishes in the sink, once again (mind you, you washed the dishes this morning). ‘oh my fucki- hamzah!’ 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. ‘how did all these dishes get in sink when i washed the dishes literally this morning?’ you smack your lips and walk pass hamzah, slightly bumping his shoulder.

he scoffs and rolls his eyes, leaning on the kitchen counter—hamzah shrugs his shoulders. ‘i don’t know. all i did was make breakfast this morning.’ he yawns. breakfast? so he’s 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. ‘can 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.’ you plead, hoping for once—hamzah 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.

‘no. if it’s so important to you and bothering you.. you clean it, y/n.’

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 ‘your such a fucking asshole!’ you yelled and slam your door. let’s just say that special friend didn’t 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 instagram—making him cum all over his phone, such a fucking pervert.

❀.

recently, you’ve 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. it’s been a while since you’ve been on a date so you picked a dress that hugged your curves in all the right places.

bang! bang! bang!

‘y/n! hurry up, i need to pee!’ 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 before—i mean he’s seen you in a dress before but not one that makes his dick twitch..

‘whoa, where we going..?’ the man looks at you up and down and watch you as you leave the bathroom, following you to your room—his eyes never leaving your figure. you pick up your shoes and favorite purse before answering his question.

you chuckle ‘we aren’t going anywhere, not that it’s any of your business but im going on a date tonight.’ 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.

‘oh really? and who is this guy?’ 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. ‘are you not gonna answer my question?’ hamzah asks, eyes locked on your ass.

‘make sure you replace the cat litter, I don’t need our house smelling like cat shit.’ you say as your walking out the door. hamzah sigh and rubs eyes, not even wanting to look down, knowing there’s a raging hard on looking right at him back.

-

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 couch—literally doing nothing. he looks up at you ‘hey, uh.. how’d your date go?’ he asks softly,

you sigh and sit beside him, leaving very little room. ‘it fucking sucked.’

oh.. that wasn’t 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. ‘the guy was so fucking disrespectful and definitely doesn’t 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.’ you ramble, not even noticing you haven’t 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. ‘how 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.’ you sadly mumble. hamzah stared at you while you be in your sad mood.

‘how about i make your night better..?’ hamzah says out of nowhere. you give hamzah a confused look and lightly scoff ‘and how will you do that? finally clean the house?’ 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.

‘no, i wanna eat your pussy...’

excuse me? your head quickly turn towards hamzah, your eyes wide—surprised 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 don’t know what to say. let’s look at it this way, your messy but very attractive roommate just asked to eat you out, you haven’t sex or anything in months. you were desperate, what else would you do?

‘it’s fine if you say n-’ ‘no no no, you.. you can do it.. just fuck.. don’t tell anyone this happened’ you sighed

hamzah smirks and pulls you closer to him, like you weren’t 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 ‘hamzah, get to it already..’ you say breathlessly. hamzah moves from your neck, a shitty grin on his face. ‘i wanted to take it slow.. but if you insist.’ hamzah removes your wet panties off of you and throws them carelessly to the side.

‘damn, you’re this wet just by me kissing you?’ 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 ‘o’ shape as hamzah puts his tongue to work.

hamzah’s mouth sucked at your clit, earning a soft squeal out of your mouth. your hand moves to hamzah’s head—fingers softly gripping you blonde tips. wet, loud, and moans fill the living room, fuck, you hope blue and red aren’t in here.

without even noticing, you grind your hips against hamzah’s mouth, trying to get more but hamzah instantly shuts it down. he takes his mouth off of you and looks up at you. ‘stay still or i’m stopping.’ 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 hamzah’s 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 didn’t even know was possible.

‘hamzah.. fuck..’ 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. ‘hamzah, baby.. im gonna cum..’

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 doesn’t get off just yet, he’s making sure he gets very single drop, he’s been dreaming of his moment and now that he’s got it, he’s 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 he’s rock hard..

you look down at the bulge in his pants and then into his eyes. ‘you want me to help you with that?’ you say, voice slight hoarse from all the loud moaning you just did. hamzah rises an eyebrow and looks down.

‘don’t worry about me. tonight was all about you.’ he grinned.

sigh.. you really hope he doesn’t 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, it’s 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!

-reneé

[hamzahsbiggestfan]

| bf!hamzah headcannons

| ༯ warnings… established relationship, fluff !

bf!hamzah who loooves playing with your fingers

bf!hamzah who is your designated camera man, instagram photos? he took every single one

bf!hamzah who loves taking care of you if you ever have a bad day, he just wants to see you happy awwweee

bf!hamzah who hates being away from you. he usually doesn’t get much free time cause he’s a busy king but he wants to spend every second he can with you. and when he finally gets you alone, he does NOT take that time for granted

bf!hamzah who was highkey sooo awkward when you guys started dating, he was afraid of saying the wrong thing or embarrassing himself but he definitely got more comfortable with you longer into the relationship

bf!hamzah who loves buying you things even tho you told him to stop, again he just wants to see his beautiful girlfriend happy

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a/n : hello everyone >_<

i missed you guys so much you don’t even know

reqs are open pls dont be shy to send one throughhh

[fireflyinks]

hi girlyyy I love ur hamzah fics sm u write him so good it’s 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 workkk💗💗💗💗💗

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. They’d 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 wouldn’t care if I interrupted, the slushies loved when I made appearances in videos, but part of me knew that my intentions weren’t purely innocent. 

I stood up, walking out of Hamzah and I’s shared bedroom. Just as I walked through the door, I watched as Martin walked out. 

“Bathroom” was all he said. I nodded shortly gliding into their filming room. 

“Hey baby,” I spoke softly. Hamzah looked up from his phone, smiling at the sight of me.

“Hi sweetheart.” 

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. 

As I pressed a kiss on the side of Hamzah’s 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. 

“Are you nervous or something?” I teased, watching the monitor. 

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. 

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. 

“Guys, can you at least wait until we’re done filming?” Martin spoke, unimpressed. I smiled against Hamzah’s lips, pulling away and glancing at the screen once again. 125. 

“Sorry Martin…” I giggled, walking out of the room briskly. I could feel Hamzah’s eyes still on me as I left. 

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. 

��Sorry, Martin is the biggest cock blocker of all time.” 

I straddled his lap in the chair, “It’s okay,” 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. 

“Fuck, that feels so good…” 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. 

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. 

“Oh my- fucking hell. You suck me in so good, baby.” 

I started moving, bouncing up and down at a rate that shouldn’t be possible. Words try to escape my mouth, but I can’t seem to get anything coherent out. He was big, bigger than anyone I’d ever had before. Though this wasn’t even close to being our first time, his size still surprised me. 

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 Hamzah’s large hands grab onto the back of my legs. 

“It’s okay, you got it. Keep going baby, keep making me feel good with that pretty pussy.” 

His words are enough to push me over the edge, and I can tell he’s close too by the way his eyelids look heavier than usual and his mouth is formed into a “o” shape. 

“I- I’m gonna-” 

Hamzah nods rapidly, “Me too. Come baby, come with me.”

And I do, my fluids soaking his member as he fills me up perfectly. Once we’ve rode out our climax, I sink back down and sit there for a moment. 

I can’t help but look back at the screen, 81. 

[4drianaaaa]

first time : Hamzahthefantastic

⚠️: nsfw 18+, fem reader, virgin reader!

| A soft fur rubbed against your arm as the kitty beside you purred. You smiled acknowledging the cat that was named after a color by your boyfriend Hamzah.

You and Hamzah had met through Claire - her being your bestfriend as well as Hamzah’s she decided to introduce you guys to each other and 7 months later there you were, legs hanging from the comfy Ikea couch of your boyfriends living room as you waited for him to get off a meeting.

Hamzah hasn't ever talked about his private life online. He sets certain barriers, but when it would come to you it was definitely a thought lingering in the back of his head whenever he's filming with martin to just shout out "Oh yeah guys I have a Girlfriend now by the way!".

"Babyyy" he sung from his bedroom as you pecked the cat on the forehead before getting up and making your way to his bedroom. "Cominggg!".

You stood on the door frame as he peeked through the corner of his little office space in the small corner of his bedroom. He noticed you wearing one of his shirts that fit you over-sized, small shorts hidden under the shirt. He licked his lips as you walked towards him. He looked at your figure as he felt himself get excited seeing you.

"Everything alright?" You questioned as you placed your hands on his shoulders messaging them as you sat on his lap, his head nodded slowly as you could tell he enjoyed the message. "Yeah just a few more projects to come and organizing them and what not, Y'know typical businessmen work." he scoffed sarcastically. You looked at his relaxed face as you placed your hand over his face as you rolled your eyes giggling.

His hands began slowly peering down your lower back as they traveled to your thighs. You kissed his lips as he picked up the kiss pretty quickly and cupped your face.

Hamzah has had girlfriends here and there or 'situation-ships' and what not but being with you made him realize you were so different from these other girls and how he actually wanted to be with you forever. Sure it wasn’t that long since you guys have been together but he knew he wanted to be with you forever. He loved the fact you understand him so well, your hilarious personality, and so many other things he can go on and on about. But his favorite thing about you specifically was the way you'd wear his clothes, gosh how that shifted his gears in a good way. He loves seeing you in anything that is his. He definitely has a size kink for the liking of seeing his shirts on you oversized as hell.

His mind was bombarded with things he loved about you not noticing how rough he was being right now. His lips seemed more aggressive against yours, this stunned you. So far Hamzah has been so gentle with you, that being small kisses or even asking you if he could even lay his hands on you but this time was different. He always respected you but his harshness and wet lips eating your mouth turned you on. Sure you've defiantly have pleasured yourself more than once but because you were a virgin it seemed difficult. You asked yourself -

"Should I lose my virginity right now?"

His tongue seeped into your mouth as you tilted your head, you couldn't help but pull him a little closer to you feeling yourself become needy. He was in jeans as you were in skimpy thin shorts, this made you feel some strong friction on his growing tent as you began slowly perking your hips up. His crave for you grew as he thought of the things he would do to you, his lips slipped out of your lips as they trailed down to your jawline as he gently nipped at it, his hands roamed all over your waist roughly. You tilted your head outwards giving him more access to your neck, his lips traced behind your ear as a ever so lightly hickey was marked. His hands crawled up your back sending chills down your spine, "Your so good baby" his lips crashed into yours again as you decided he was the one. He was the guy you saw yourself with raising a whole family.

"Hamzah-" You said in between kisses "I want you" you lowly mumbled breathless, his lips parted from yours for good looking at your now burning innocent face. He knew this would be your first time.

"Y/n, are you sure?" he panted as you nodded innocently, "Listen honey we don't have to if your not ready, we can watch a movie instead and cuddle?" He reassured you as you leaned into his ear; "Hamzah I want you to fuck me" you whispered. "Okay." was all he said as his lips crashed into yours again as his hands roamed all over your body. The room's vibe suddenly shifted.

"You can always change your mind baby, you just let me know." he said again as you nodded, suddenly you were picked up from his lap as he walked to his bed. He slowly placed you onto the edge of the bed as you pulled him on top of you as his hands were gripped onto your waist. His lips left yours as they travelled down to your neck, you threw your head back from the neediness as his lips traveled all over your neck, you felt friction from in between your legs as you noticed it was his knee sinking you closer to him. "I got you love, I'll make sure you make this a night to remember" he groaned as his hands were now on your waist under your shirt. His cold hands made you whine a little as his lips crashed into yours again. He slowly pulled the shirt up as the cold air of the room hit your stomach giving you goosebumps. His lips parted from yours as his eyes pierced through yours, he pulled you up more into the center of his bed as he was now face to face with the skimpy shorts. His soft warm lips kissed right above your shorts as his fingers hooked on the waistline of them. You felt your self become more and more needy,

“Hamzah please” you whined as he smirked, he finally lowered your shorts throwing them somewhere in the room as you were in the thinnest layer of panties. He was in awe. He spread your legs open wide as he kissed the inner part of your thigh. He slowly made his way to your heated clothed core layering small kisses as you moaned lowly. You just wanted him to go crazy on you already. His tongue licked alongside your heat as you whined loudly, his fingers wasted no time hooking your panties off as he threw them behind him. His hands dug onto your outer thighs parting your legs as he felt him self get harder by the second. His lips placed wet kissed on your inner thigh again slowly making his way to your heat.

“You tell me when to stop baby” he said softly as he began placing gentle kisses on your throbbing heat, his eyes met with yours as he began licking your dripping slit. You threw your head back in response as his tongue perfectly carved around your clit. You saw stars. "That feel good baby?" He questioned in between licks and small sucks, "S'good Hamzah..." you shrieked as his tongue laid against your dripping core - his nose ever so lightly brushing against your clit. Your hands gripped the bedsheets as he was doing wonders on you. His hands gripped onto your thighs as you couldn't help but buck your hips due to him eating you the fuck out. He giggled in response as he held you down. His thumb slowly traced circles on your clit as your back was arched from the pleasure. His thumb tracing from your clit closer to your core - "No! Wait." You yelped as he immediately stopped, "What's the matter princess?" He questioned "I want you instead" You said embarrassed as he smirked, "Yeahhh?" he hummed teasingly as he was quick to remove his shirt as he un-buttoned his pants. You drooled at his large tent from his briefs.

He trailed kisses down your neck as he was on top of you, slowly making himself to your exposed collar-bone. He sat you up with one hand as he helped you take your shirt off. His lips met your again as his hand was now placed on the side of your stomach. His lips eventually kissed down to your chest as he un-clipped your bra behind you before he swiped them off. "So gorgeous" he groaned as he kissed around your hard tits lightly sucking your nipples, pushing you down lowly. His free hand fidgeted with the waist band of his briefs finally letting his cock spring free hitting his happy trail. You noticed his size as you almost fainted, You braced yourself as he pumped his member.

"You tell me when to stop okay baby? Promise I'll go slow" he said as spat onto your throbbing heat pumping his cock a few more times before tracing this circles around your clit again. You nodded as you couldn't help but moan. He slowly stretched your pussy as you whined, "Are you okay baby?" He questioned you as you nodded anticipatedly, "Yes Hamzah just keep going!" You twitched as he inserted him self more into you as you yelped in response. He finally slammed into you once more as he was all in you. You panted as he slowly pulled out of you, "you okay sugar?" he said lowly as you nodded "Yes, please more!" You whined as he slowly inserted himself. He slowly thrusted into you, as he leaned into your tits sucking them even harder. You couldn't help but moan every second which was music to his ears.

"Oh fuck yes!" You ran your fingers through his hair as his lips met yours again. Your moans echoed to his mouth as he began thrusting into you faster, his lips parted as he held your legs open. He loved seeing you twitch all over his cock. You felt yourself become jelly, as if your stomach began cramping.

"Oh yes fuck Hamzah, so good!" You yelled as he was now wasting no time pounding into you. "I-i think I'm gonna..." you panted as he slammed harder. The room was filled with loud moans and skin slapping. "Want me to come inside you baby hm? Yeah?" he groaned as you felt that knot that you felt 10 seconds ago become undone, It was like seeing the light. "Yes please Hamzah!" You whined into his ear as he groaned filling you up with his warm cum. You clanged onto his neck as he panted. His lips crashed into yours as his clock slipped out of you feeling all his juices seep out of you, "Your so good baby" he groaned. He laid beside you kissing your forehead, "Let me get you cleaned up, how does a bath sound hm?" He questioned putting your hair behind your ear, "Yes but I literally feel like jelly right now..." You admitted as he laughed "It's not funny! I might not be able to even walk tomorrow!" You huffed "Your welcome!".

He ended up running a bath for you two washing your body and hair as he left small kisses all over you and dressing you up in his clothes. You were both now laid down on his bed as you were both cuddled against each other watching a movie on his laptop.

"I love you" You said as you as you played with his hands that were wrapped around you, "I love you more gorgeous" he kissed your soft lips as you both were quick to fall asleep.

-

[mopslusher]

SIPPY CUP

Girl dad Hamzah

When Hamzah found out you were pregnant he was completely speechless. As in frozen in place, not moving an inch. His eyes fixed on the positive pregnancy test you had shown to him. You wished you could jump into his brain in that moment, his silence dragged on for so long you had to beg him to say something, gently nudging his shoulder to break him free from his statue state as you chuckled softly.

“You’re…pregnant” he muttered under his breath, his eyes slowly trailing to yours. “You’re pregnant?” A question. “You’re pregnant.” A statement. “You’re pregnant?” He said again his voice raising a few octaves, this dragged on for at least thirty minutes. He was going through every emotion possible tears prickling in his wide brown eyes yet a grin was widening along his lips as every second passed. Pure joy. This was a feeling he hadn’t ever experienced before, not in his adult life anyways. He couldn’t stop staring at you, his eyes were piercing into your soul, a look he had never given you before. He couldn’t name this feeling, but it warmed him knowing a creation that mixed himself and the love of his life was growing inside you. He could not wait.

He was having a girl. The both of you had planned a small gender reveal party. You had given Mandy the honours of knowing the baby’s gender before the both of you and baking a cake for the reveal. The moment you saw the pastel pink sponge you gasped, immediately locking eyes with Hamzah. He laughed at first, dryly. A laugh to stop whatever feeling he knew he couldn’t control from creeping up on him. But God knew he was a mess, it was even worse due to the fact he wasn’t a cryer and we all knew this. He wouldn’t admit to feeling pain even if his bone was sticking out his flesh. But here he was, his hand covering his eyes as he sniffled, the room falling silent from shock. He was crying. Sobbing almost, his shoulders shaking before a collective “awwweee” from the guests rang throughout your house. You wrapped your arms around Hamzah, finding his display of emotions endearing, and so did everybody else giving him the warm embrace he needed in that moment. Finding out he was going to be a father almost gave him a heart attack, but finding out he was having a daughter, with you? How else could he have reacted to this without breaking down? It was the only valid response you expected from him actually, because you knew he would be the best father to your child that you could’ve asked for.

Gifts gifts and more gifts. Everything you wanted Hamzah got, you didn’t have to lift a damn finger around this man. Besides, your belly was about to pop and your daughter was definitely ready to come out and you were ready for her to be gone. Hamzah was buzzing with excitement to meet her he swore his heart could explode, constantly keeping his hand gently resting against your round tummy. And his heart almost did explode when she was delivered. Almost. the pink slimy wailing child the doctors lay on your chest, your skin glistening with sweat and exhaustion from pushing her out. He stood next to the bed watching in silence. His throat was dry, soon he’d have no tears left to cry the way his eyes welled to the brim, blurring his vision as he kneeled next to you, physically unable to say a thing, unable to tear his eyes away from this squirming baby before him. His baby girl. Nothing else mattered in this moment, warm tears streaking his cheeks which you reached over and wiped away, your touch tender and comforting. He had yet to say a word, stunned by this reality in which he could barely believe was his.

“Say hello to daddy” you said quietly, voice raspy and slightly scratchy yet a sweet smile on your lips as you waved your daughters balled up minuscule hand toward Hamzah. Hamzah waved back immediately, short breaths of disbelief was all that left him as he gently lay his hand over his daughter’s head.

“She looks just like you” he snickered with a grin which you returned with a warm chuckle, an amused smile spread across your lips since the baby resembled nothing but a pink alien at this stage. But if anybody could make you laugh after pushing a whole being out your vagina for a few hours it would be Hamzah. And it would always be Hamzah. You knew it would be by the way his dark brown eyes swirled with the warmth of love as he admired his daughter, the way he kept one hand gently resting on her head and the other tightly holding your hand. His touch was filled with purpose, there was no need for him to speak, he didn’t need to tell you his devotion, he didn’t need the speech. You could feel it. Besides, words simply weren’t enough for this blissful moment, the both of you falling silent as you listened to your child’s whines and cries, cherishing the present before it became the past, before time flew by you and your baby wasn’t a baby anymore, the both of you wished you could stay in this moment forever.

I could definitely make a part 2 of this w/ hcs when she’s older, lmk if y’all want that!!

[lethalovers]

text messages with bf!hamzah ( part two )

warnings : one suggestive joke

enjoy !

[fortunapre]

PAIRING: hamzah x fem!reader

SUMMARY: you and hamzah have been close friends forever, but during one of your routine movie nights, things get heated and confessions are made…

WARNINGS: 18+, no piv, dry-humping, fingers do things, making out, cussing, female reader, mentions y/n

this was supposed to be fluffy but fortunately for you i think im ovulating

[PT. 1] _fortunapre’s.iphone.series_ 2.2k words

“First of all, what game are you playing?” You asked, grabbing both bowls of ice cream that you prepared and heading to the couch where you and Hamzah were watching Star Wars.

“Uh, does it matter? This is a once in a lifetime chance I'm giving you to be in my video!” Hamzah teased, making a face like he thought you were insane.

You playfully hit his shoulder and laughed. “Well considering some of your videos are… questionable to say the least, I’m gonna need more context.”

Hamzah just spooned ice cream in his mouth and shrugged his shoulders. While you laughed and looked back towards the TV, he kept his eyes on you, admiring. Tonight was one of your guys’ monthly ice cream nights that you started since you met about 6 years ago. Ever since you were teenagers, you both have been side-by-side. The best of friends.

Hamzah took notice of your pajama shorts, large t-shirt, and messy hair. He had no idea how your most disheveled look still made him stare.

You felt his gaze and looked at him, but before you caught him, Hamzah looked back at the tv.

Now it was your turn to admire. Hamzah had always looked effortlessly hot in your eyes, but movie nights especially. Something about his careless look made your heartbeat a little faster. Like this view of him, in pajamas, with strands of dark, curly hair flying everywhere, was only made for you. Especially when he wore his glasses.

This secret staring match lasted the whole movie.

Usually, when movie night ended and the icecream was finished, Hamzah would talk a bit and then head home. It always killed him to leave you.

However, this time, Hamzah planned on telling you something he’d been hiding from since he met you. He wouldn’t back out of it this time

To stall, and make the night continue, he started with a simple converstation. “Wait, so do you want to be in the video or not, ‘cause I completely understand if it’s too much. I know me and Martin can get, like, kinda weird but it's what the viewers like so…”

Hamzah was rambling and you knew that if you didn’t stop him now he’d go on forever. You leaned over, and quickly put your hand over his mouth, shutting him up. You were both already situated with your legs basically pressed together, so reaching him was no problem.

“You’re rambling, Hamzah.” you laughed and kept your hand over his mouth. “And yeah I guess I’ll be in a video.” You tried to seem bossy by pointing a finger into his chest “But it we better be playing Sims or Episode.”

Then you realised just how many places you were touching him…

Teasing in your guys’ relationship was the norm, but recently, it has started to feel more like flirting than friendly teasing. There’s been a lot more… tension.

He stopped talking when you covered his mouth and smiled underneath your hand.

Recently, everything you do has felt more like flirting, now that you think about it.

At first it was innocent, a few touches and remarks, because it felt comfortable. Now, though, something hotter brimmed underneath everything.

Maybe you took it too far sometimes, with very obvious innuendos and such, but you couldn’t help yourself when it came to him. However, in the back of your mind, there was that voice reminding you that Hamzah is probably just being friendly and you were overthinking it.

You didn't want to take that chance, so you never brought up the obvious shift between you two.

You kept your hand on his mouth a bit longer than was probably normal, but the look that Hamzah was giving was almost magnetic. There was something in his eyes that was brand new, and raw. He lightly grabbed your wrist and moved to hold your hand instead, his eyes still locked on yours.

It was silent until he opened his mouth, deciding to speak up.

Now, Hamzah decided. Now he would tell you. “Y/n, there’s something I’ve been meaning to-”

“You should really start wearing your glasses more.” You winced internally at the accidental compliment/confession that slipped out.

“What?” He had a physical reaction to your sudden outburst and started laughing. “What’re you talking about? My glasses? What, why?” He seemed super nervous , and you could tell by his familiar awkward smirk from when we he’s flustered. If only he knew what that slight upturn of his lips did to you.

His laugh, your proximity to each other, and his just overall look meant your insides were basically jelly. He was still holding your hand, and once you realized it, the rosy blush spreading up your neck was inevitable.

“Don’t tease, you obviously know why.” You answered, looking away to try and hide the blush.

“Yeah?” He asked, in the most sensual voice you’ve ever heard from him, while looking down at your intertwined hands.

You were extremely surprised by the sudden deepness of his voice but decided to hide your reaction. Instead, you rolled your eyes and sat up to take your bowls to the sink. You needed to get away before you let your impulsive thoughts get the best of you.

He let you walk away, contrary to what his mind was reeling with, slowly dropping your hand as you moved away.

He watched you as you walked, with his eyes on the way your shorts were slightly riding up, and how your legs were on full display.

You set the dishes in the sink and turned to head back but were surprised with Hamzah’s towering figure.He followed you into the kitchen and was standing right infront of you. He was situated with one hand on the back counter and the other on the island, blocking your way out.

Instead of arguing, you just put a hand on your hip, and looked at him. Nervousness consumed your mind as you fully realized just how close to you Hamzah was standing. Instead of moving away, however, you stayed close, catching his familiar, minty scent. You looked back into his eyes-His eyes that held the exact same searing gaze as earlier. He seemed to make nonverbal promises. Of what? You weren’t sure but how he was looking was almost dirty.

“Y/n, what I was saying earlier…” Hamzah began again but briefly stopped for a second and looked at you expectantly.

“What?” You asked confusedly why he stopped.

“Oh, just wanted to make sure you weren’t going to rudely interrupt me again.”

You scoffed and faked hurt, “rudely?! I complimented you!”

“Yeah, I guess.” His smirk was back and his eyes were on yours. If it was anyone else, eye contact would have made you look away. Except Hamzah isn’t just anyone, and his eyes were like pools you could drown in.

He moved an inch closer, testing the waters. When he saw a slight pink to your cheeks at his closeness, he gained sudden confidence.

“Don’t let me leave tonight.” He suddenly spoke.

You were taken aback with his words, “What, like lock the doors? Are you going to transform at midnight or something?”

He let out a breathy laugh, but his tone never shifted.

“You know what I mean, Y/n.” A deep breath. “Let me stay. Let me show you what I…”

“Hamzah. Of course you can stay over. I’d never push you-”

“No, y/n that’s not…”

A beat of silence passed until you softly spoke up.

“What, Hamzah?”

“Let me show you what I think about everytime I’m near you.”

His words were ringing in your ears and your entire body almost had a physical reaction to what he was insinuating.

“Let me show you what I’ve been imagining for the past 5 damn years, Y/n.”

You were stunned, because 5 years? That’s almost for as long as you’ve known him.

“5 years…” You tested the words out loud and it was like an award winning melody to your ears.

“Yeah, 5 years. Actually scratch that. 6 years.” He stood closer, and spoke quieter. “Since I saw you for the first time I’ve been holding back from you. From admitting how I feel because I was afraid I might lose you.”

Like a dam, you broke. Anything along those lines were exactly what you’ve been wishing for, and here those words were, out in the open.

Finally,

You grabbed the front of his hoodie with surprising strength and pulled him down to your level.

Before you could follow through and kiss him, you just held his lips near yours instead.

You both shared one breath, staring at each others' lips. You stayed like this, too afraid to ruin the moment if you went too fast. Just the whisper of Hamzah’s lips against yours filled you with an insane amount of need.

However, Hamzah took the invite of your pouty lips and closed the distance for you.

Unable to contain the years of built up desire, you kiss his back. Hard.

He almost stumbles forward as you pull his hoodie closer to you. He smirks into the kiss at your eagerness and you swear that simple action could make you drop to your knees if he wasn’t holding your waist.

His fingers were digging into the fabric of your t-shirt, basically molding into your waist. It’s like you skipped the slow-getting-hotter part of the kiss and immediately skipped to fully making out.

Hamzah licked the inside of your mouth, making you release a quiet mewl from the back of your throat.

He parted from your lips, barely. Just enough distance to catch your breath before he dove back in. It was almost feral, the way he moved from your lips to your cheek to your jaw. He grabbed your upper thighs and lifted you up. Your immediate reaction was to wrap your legs around him and hold him as close as possible.

Right now, being chest-to-chest, literally holding one another wasn’t close enough.

He slowly carried you back to the couch while making small licks and bites along your throat.

He placed you on the couch and immediately followed, covering your body with his.

“Y/n…” He spoke your name with a deep rumble, into your shoulder before kissing your pulse under your jaw.

You unlatched your lips to take off his glasses and setting them beside you. You would have loved for him to keep them on but you could tell how annoyed he was getting with them when he tried to kiss you.

He watched your movement carefully, and let a mental picture of how hot you looked under him.

When you came back to him, he immediately put his lips back to the spot on your neck that he figured out was the sweet spot where you made the most noise.

“Hamzah..” you answered, grabbing the hem of his shirt and tugging it up, signalling you want him to take it off.

“You sure?” He asked you, looking in your eyes for the first time since you started kissing. He took note of your red cheeks and matching swollen lips. He was so absolutely obsessed with you.

“Hamzah, If you couldn’t tell, I also have feelings for you and want you to go back to kissing me.” You teased him. “Without your shirt though” you smiled innocently and pulled his shirt up to reveal his chest.

“Such a smartass.” He smiled and pulled his shirt completely off and discarded it somewhere behind you. He was still smiling as he reconnected your lips, and the feel of his grin in your kiss made you smile as well.

The whole thing was unreal.

You felt so…happy in the moment, like nothing could compare. Like this is all you’d ever wanted and needed.

He slowly lifted the hem of your shirt as well, exposing your soft skin and thin bra. He could see the peaks of your nipples poking through the fabric and the image made him want to kiss every part of you he’s never seen.

To be truthful, any sight of you made him want to kiss you like that, but specifically right now, his pulse was very prominent in the lower part of his body from the current view.

You sunk your teeth lightly into his lower lip, and he replied by kissing you harder. He couldn’t hold back his desire at one point, when you started letting out breathy moans into his mouth- he jerked his hips against yours. You really felt just how much he needed you just then. The small pressure from his growing erection against you made you throw your head back and grind along lift your hips to meet his.

He started slowly grinding into you until you were full on dry-humping each other.

If Hamzah felt like this with clothes on, you only wondered what he felt like-

Your thoughts were interrupted by Hamzah grabbing your ass, then moving his hands along the back of your thighs. He lifted them up so you could wrap them around his back.

He rutted faster against you, and you swear you could feel his full length against you now. Your panties were soaked at this point and the wet spot growing on the front of his grey sweats showed that you had the same effect on him.

He sighed into your ear, both arms now propped on each side of your head. “Fuck, i’m gonna come in my pants from you, gorgeous.”

You let out a soft whine at the pet name and dragged your nails down his back, undoubtedly leaving scars. “Then just come like this, Hamzah. Show me what I mean to you. Like you prosmised.”

Erotic noises escaped your lips from the insane friction. You arched and dragged your hands back up his back and into his soft curls, tugging lightly.

“God, why haven’t we done this before” Hamzah sounded pained as he whispered, shutting his eyes tight from the upcoming sensation.

“I have no fucking idea. We were both too much of pussies to admit anything.” You replied in between short breaths.

He chuckled, but basically choked on his laugh when you reached into his pants to properly feel him.

“Yeah,” He agreed, and kissed you roughly, smashing his lips into yours and making your teeth clash at times.

“Fuck I’m..” You started to warn him, but he already knew.

“Me, too.”

He shifted the smallest bit but for some reason his new position made the friction ten times stronger. Hamzah’s hard bulge was hitting the perfect spot that made your panties rub against your clit in a way that made you gasp.

“Holy shit Hamzah” you gasped and arched your back to meet his chest. He laid more of his weight on yours, feeling your nipples through your bra.

“wait before we…” He looked you in your eyes and silently asked to take your bra off by slowly pulling down a strap from your shoulder.

“take it off of me, Hamzah.”

He wasted no time and took off your bra, exposing the peaks of your nipples. He immediately moved a hand to play with your breasts, giving each of them attention. “God, you're beautiful. even better than I imagined.”

His words made you want more so you arched you back again, making him shut his eyes tight at the friction.

“Fuck, baby,” he said softly.

He kept one hand next to your head, where he held himself up and moved the other from your breast to rub you through your shorts. “Hamzah please..please touch me”

He slipped a teasing finger past the waistband of your shorts. But you were done with foreplay and just needed him. His hand went past your underwear, finally reaching where you needed him.

He tested it by swiping two fingers along your folds.

“so wet f’me, yeah?”

“yeah…please Hamzah.”

“don’t worry baby.” At the same time he spoke he sunk two of his fingers into you, curling them at the perfect speed, while using his thumb to rub your clit.

how he was so good at this, you had no idea.

You wanted to please him as well, but when you looked at his tent, a wet spot was already extremely prominent.

“hey,” he turned your focus to him.

“Just let go baby. I'll come with you. seeing you like this….having you like this is already getting me off so bad.” his strokes became faster and your breathing got harder.

Before you could release, he took his fingers away and replaced them with rough grinding of his hips again.

Seconds later a feeling so strong washed over your body, draining you and your mind. Hamzah came right after you. The connected spot between you was soaking and warm with both of your come leaking through your pants.

“Jesus, Y/n if thats what its like with clothes on I can't wait until-”

“Yeah.” You laughed short with your eyes closed at the familiar words- he practically said out loud what you’d been thinking the whole time. “Trust me, I'm suddenly very impatient to find that out.” You admitted with a smile and opened you eyes, looking at him through your lashes.

Fucked out and sweaty Hamzah was breathtaking. And now he was yours to admire, without any secret staring.

Hamzah kissed you softly, still with passion but not as feverish. He slowly moved you both into a sitting position before he stood up with you in his hands.

“What are you doing?”

“What I said I would,” Is all he said. You were a bit confused until he spoke again.

“I'm gonna show you…” He kissed you long then finished his sentence. “I’m gonna show you i’ve imagined every fucking day.”

Your body grew immediately hot again.

“Alright. Show me.” You said quietly into his ear, nibbling it once as he carried you upstairs and into your bedroom. “But you might need to tell Martin your gonna film the video another day…”

He smiled big with his perfect teeth and shook his head with laughter.

He must be hallucinating because there’s no way he’s about to fuck the girl of his dreams.

a/n:

PT 2? Series mention list?

[giuliannna]

⟢˚₊‧ SOMETHING NEW

you weren’t exactly intending on sticking around, but you just couldn’t deny the offer. — dealer ! hamzah masterlist

you don’t even need more. not really.

you’ve still got some left in your drawer, maybe a gram, more than enough to last through the weekend.

but when the thought creeps into your head - maybe i should text him - your fingers are already moving, typing out a casual hey, you around?

it’s not like you meant to become a regular.

you weren’t supposed to have a dealer. you’re not even that kind of person.

but after that first night, after the awkward little deal outside the dingy building, something kept pulling you back.

everyone else is a regular customer of his - so what’s wrong with you indulging, too?

he’s easy to text, to meet up with. he never overcharges, never pushes the limit, always shows up looking a little disheveled and stoned and stupidly hot in a way that makes your stomach twist.

you tell yourself you’re just being efficient. it’s better to stock up before you run out, better to stick with someone reliable.

it has nothing to do with the way he grins when he sees you, or the way he fumbles over his words, or the tiny discounts he’s slowly started giving you every time you pull up.

nothing at all.

tonight doesn’t seem any different. you meet him in a mostly empty parking lot, tucked off a side street. he’s leaning against his car when you roll in.

he straightens up when he sees you getting out of your car. he pushes his hands into his pockets, his eyes flicking over your frame.

“hey,” he says, a familiar and soft smile tugging at his mouth.

the deal is smooth. it always is. the exchange of drugs, of money, of quick glances. the way both of you always say ‘thanks’ or ‘appreciate it’ to each other a little too quietly.

you’re tucking the baggie away, already turning to leave when you hear him clear his throat.

“hey, uh - wait.”

you turn, brows raised.

he’s scratching the back of his neck, shifting awkwardly, mouth tugging into something caught between a grin and a grimace.

“i, um.. got a new strain in,” he says, pulling amother tiny bag from his pocket. “wanted to see if you.. wanna try it.”

you pause, staring at him for a second.

this is new.

you’ve never smoked with him before. never stuck around longer than maybe five or six minutes, no matter how badly you want to.

“it’s cool if you’re busy,” he adds quickly, cheeks flushing under the dim streetlights. “just figured - y’know. if you wanted.”

you glance down at him crinkling the baggie nervously, and then back up to look at the soft pink tinge creeping up his ears. something inside you unravels. a curious feeling.

“sure,” you agree, smiling. “why not?”

he gives you a look that looks something like relief - but you don’t want to assume. he tips his head towards his car, motioning for you to come closer. an invitation.

you step forward and lean against the hood of his car beside him, watching as he pulls out papers and starts rolling.

his fingers move quick, with practice - pulling apart the bud, pinching it between his thumbs, laying it smoothly along the paper right in the palm of his hand.

you find yourself watching a little too closely. the easy precision of his fingers. the way he runs the tip of his tongue along the edge to seal it, barely noticeable but somehow fascinating.

he’s not even looking at you - he’s focused fully on the joint, brows furrowed just slightly.

you feel something low in your stomach pull tight.

absently biting the inside of your cheek, you silently shame yourself for being so affected by the routine that he’s probably gone through countless times. it shouldn’t be this entrancing.

he glances up just as he finishes, catching you staring, and gives a small, crooked grin.

“you’re good at that,” you murmur, tilting your head.

he laughs under his breath, a little startled. “been doing it a while,” he says sheepishly.

he lights up, inhales slow, eyes falling half-lidded as he exhales into the night. he then offers it to you, fingers hovering just a second too long when you take it from him.

you inhale, letting the taste settle warmly in your chest, feeling fog creep into the edges of your mind.

“s’good?” he asks softly, watching you.

you nod, smiling a little. “mhm.”

for a while you pass it back and forth without much talking, just the quiet crackle of the joint, the occasional creak of the car under your weight.

“didn’t think you’d actually stay,” he says after a long pause, voice a little rough.

“hm?” you glance over. “why?”

he gives a small, crooked grin, shrugging one shoulder. “i dunno. you’re - i mean, you usually seem like you’ve got places to be.”

you snort softly, shaking your head. “what, do people usually stick around?”

he looks down. “well, i guess not,” he murmurs.

you smile, bumping your shoulder against his. “i’m just messing with you - and i don’t mind staying.”

he laughs, scrubbing a hand through his hair, eyes crinkling at the corners. “yeah, well. thanks.”

you feel a flicker in your chest at the way he says it. the underlying tone is a little self-deprecating, but with that endearment that keeps sneaking up on you.

“honestly,” you say, turning slightly to face him, “you’re not what i expected.”

he tilts his head, curious. “yeah? what’d you expect?”

you shrug. “someone sketchier. more stereotypical.”

“right. sorry to disappoint,” he replies, taking another hit. you watch smoke pour past his lips.

“nothing’s disappointing,” you say. “at all.”

a grin spreads across your lips as you watch him shyly drop his gaze to his shoes, outstretching his fingers to offer the joint to you as a distraction.

he doesn’t say anything in response to that, but the flush on his cheeks is undeniably there.

as the night thickens, the air begins to bite at your skin, making you twitch with a slight shiver.

“cold?” he asks softly, gaze flicking to you.

you shake your head. “m’fine.”

he hesitates, like he wants to say something else, but swallows it down. you catch the way his hand twitches at his side, like he’s debating offering his jacket but can’t quite work up the nerve.

you smile to yourself, heart tightening unexpectedly.

this isn’t supposed to be anything.

but smoking next to him, feeling your chest ache a little at the way he keeps stealing glances at you, all quiet and nervous and sweet - it’s something.

he shifts suddenly, pulling his phone from his pocket when it buzzes against his thigh. the screen lights up, casting a faint glow across his face.

you watch the way his brows pinch together, his mouth pulling into a faint line as he reads whatever message is lining his screen.

you tilt your head, curious. “everything okay?”

“yeah, s’fine - someone just needed a pickup,” he mumbles, immediately tapping out a reply. “m’not really planning on-”

“shit,” you unintentionally cut him off, pushing off the hood of the car. “sorry, you should probably go, right? i didn’t mean to keep you.”

“wait.” he blinks. “no, i-”

“no, seriously, it’s okay.” you reassure him, straightening up and brushing ash off of the front of your shirt. you think you’re doing the right thing.

you’re misreading it. but he can’t tell you that.

he opens his mouth to explain.

to tell you that he already declined the client in the text he sent, that he was never planning to leave just because someone else needed him.

but the words catch in his throat, stuck and useless.

because what’s he even supposed to say?

‘no, stay. i already told them no. i want to be here with you.’

like that wouldn’t immediately blow his cover and make you ask questions he’s too much of a coward to answer.

he’d never be able to formulate any reasonable explanation as to why would he deny business just to spend more time with you.

taking notice of his stressed countenance, you make your voice light and gentle. “seriously. it’s fine.”

he forces a small, crooked smile, heart hammering stupidly in his chest. “yeah,” he murmurs. “yeah, you’re right.”

no, you’re wrong, his mind screams. stay. just a little longer.

“thanks for sharing,” you say teasingly.

“yeah, i mean - you’re welcome. anytime, really.”

fuckfuckfuck. he thinks. fuck.

“so, um..” he looks at you, then quickly away. “you, uh, want me to text you next time i get something new?” he asks, dragging this out as much as possible.

you raise your brows. “oh, so now i get early access?”

he laughs breathlessly, cheeks flushing faintly. “yeah, maybe. i mean - you’re, like, one of my best clients now.”

“right. i don’t know if i should be proud or embarrassed about that,” you murmur, smiling.

he ducks his head, grinning, mumbling something like “both, probably.”

you pull your keys from your pocket, glancing at him one more time. the air feels charged, a little too thick, like you’re missing something about this entire exchange.

“see you around, hamzah,” you say softly after a small pause.

his head snaps up, eyes wide and warm.

“yeah. see you,” he says quickly, voice a little rough.

you turn, walking back to your car, feeling hamzah’s gaze stick to your back like a magnet. as he opens his own car door, he mutters curses under his breath that don’t quite reach your ears.

as you slide into your driver’s seat, you let out a slow breath, your heart beating faster than it should be.

you aren’t really supposed to care. but your stomach’s twisting, and you’re somehow already wondering when you’ll get to see him again.

xoxo giulia

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[clouji]

Shotgunning

+ hamzah x reader, first time vaping, making out, one shot

💟

Loud music and drunk people everywhere..... it wasn’t really your type of scene. But your best friend Mandy begged you to come, and you didn’t want her to be alone, so you said yes.

You were already two drinks in, standing alone on the balcony as the party inside remained colorful. You've been here for a while, drumming your fingers in your red cup. You weren't drunk, a bit buzzed. Mostly, you were bored.

The door behind you slipped open. You looked around and saw a tall man walk out. He's fixing his hair and holding a vape. He looked at you, gave a slight nod, and then rested against the balcony railing a few steps away.

You watched him take a hit and blew out the smoke slowly.

“You don’t look like you’re having fun,” he said, not even looking at you.

You laughed a little. “I don’t really like parties.”

"Same,” he said.

It was quiet for a few moment. He kept vaping. You kept looking at him and the city lights in the distance.

“What kind of vape is that?” you randomly asked, just to break the silence.

“Geek bar. Miami Mint,” he said. Then he looked over you. “You want?”

You looked at the vape, then at him. You had never tried before. But something about him made you feel like… why not?

"I've never vape before.... but sure."

He smiled and stepped a bit closer. “Okay, just think of it like you’re sipping from a straw. Don’t go too hard or else you’ll cough.”

You did what he said, but oh well… you coughed. A lot, actually. He laughed softly.

“Yeah,” you said, voice raspy, “fuck- that was so bad.”

“It was your first time so it's understandable.” he said laughing,

Silence fills the space, those long lashes, the curve of his nose, those curls you wish you could touch. You glance away, but it’s too late.

He passes you his vape again like it’s nothing. You’ve inhaled it enough times now that coughing doesn’t even happen anymore.

“Wanna try something different?”

You gave him a look. “What?”

“It’s called shotgunning,” he said. “I take a hit and blow the smoke into your mouth. You just let it happen.”

You look at him confused, “Like… a smoke kiss?”

“Yeah, I guess” he said, “Wanna try?”

You looked at him. His cute smirk, the way he was already kinda leaning in so you just nodded.

“Fuck it,” you said.

He leaned closer and exhaled smoke through your parted lips. It was minty and sweet. You closed your eyes for a second, and when you opened them, he was still there, watching you softly.

“Not bad, right?”

You nodded. “Not bad.”

He looked at your lips, then back at your eyes. “Can I kiss you?”

You froze. You barely knew him. You don't even know his name.

I mean, he's cute... and there was something about the moment... the quiet balcony, the lingering taste of blue raspberry and minty that dragged you in.

“Yeah,” you said softly. “You can.”

He kissed you. Gentle at first, then deeper as you lean in. His lips were warm, hand wrapped around your hip, pulling you in like he was starving for you. Which made you forgot about the party for a second. You forgot about everything.

“There you are!”

You pushed him away as Mandy stepped onto the balcony, arms crossed and eyebrows raised.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you! We’re leaving.”

You looked at her, lips still tingling.

The guy stepped back slightly, clearing his throat.

Mandy gave him a side eye, then looked at you. “Oh?” she mouthed.

You ignored her, turning back to him. “ I'm y/n, What’s your name?”

“Hamzah,” he said with a smile.

“Well....” he said, scratching his lips, “if you ever wanna hang out again, I mean outside of the party. I'm down.” He handed you his phone and waited for you to put your number in.

You smiled, already backing toward the door. “Maybe I will.”

Hamzah waved at you with his vape, “I'll text you later.”

You waved back, heart still pounding, and followed Mandy out into the noise of the house.

“Okay what the hell was that!” she asked loudly once you were outside while waiting for the ride.

You giggled as adrenaline rushed through your body. “Just tried something new.”

💟

[betweensnoopy]

crush!hamzah

summary: hamzah has a secret crush on you.. not really a secret tho.. (headcannons)

crush!hamzah always looks for you in a crowded place or a party and STAYS. BY. YOUR. SIDE. for example, last week at party of mutual friend of you and hamzah—you showed up to the party and thirty minutes later hamzah found out you, making your night even better. don’t worry about martin he’s probably dancing with mandy or having a drink with her so he occupied the whole night and not worried about hamzah. and if it’s a lame party then you and hamzah are in y’all’s own world, and you like it that way.

ଂ ❀.ྀི

you and hamzah sit on the concrete stairs in front of the loud house playing music, sharing a blunt.

“lowkey this is party is lame..” you say quietly, taking a hit of the blunt. hamzah already looking at you, nods his head and looks away once you look at him “yeah lowkey… um.. you wanna go get some mcdonalds? they close in like an hour.” the nervous boy asks, looking at the time on his phone

you look at hamzah and smile “you always read my mind, let’s go.” you say—standing up and holding your hand out for hamzah to grab—and with no problem hamzah took it and you guys abandoned the party.

crush!hamzah always looks at you. well, not in a creepy way of course, but in a admirable and sincere way. you could be talking about anything and this man looks at you like he wants to marry you. he always looks away when you catch him or look at him but he’s subtle with it most of the time. if your across the room—he’s staring. hamzah could be having a whole conversation and looking at you the whole time while your doing what you’re doing and sometimes martin, chase, or whoever has to shake him out of the stare, just for him to miss the moment where you looked at him back.

ଂ ❀.ྀི

“and it’s so.. lik-” chase stops himself abruptly and gives hamzah a weird look after he sees that hamzah is definitely not interested in this conversation. following hamzah’s eyes, he sees that he’s staring at you. watching you as you talk to mandy and claire about your new shein cart you just bought and can’t wait to show it off, and apparently hamzah can’t wait either. hamzah watches how you talk with your hands, laugh at almost everything, and fidget the matching bracelet on your wrist.

“um hello creeper? you wanna go have girl talk over there?” chase teases, snapping hamzah out of his thoughts. hamzah looks at chase and clears his throat “what? sorry i zoned out.” boy.. no you didn’t.

speaking of matching bracelets, crush!hamzah and you got matching bracelets one day out of nowhere. and no, they’re not like those cringy bestfriend bracelets, you guys literally got matching hawk tuah bracelets—you getting the hawk and hamzah getting the tuah..

ଂ ❀.ྀི

strolling around the mall, you and hamzah stop but this store and look around until something caught your eye. “hamzah come here!” you squeal and hold up the two bracelets. setting down the shirt he was looking at—hamzah walked over to you and laughed as he saw what was in your hand. “oh my gosh, we have to get these.” he laughs and takes the tuah one.

hamzah buys them (such a gentlemen) and puts your wrists together to take a picture. being this close to hamzah never made you this nervous before, after the picture we guys admire the bracelets and look at each other. faces literally almost touching.. you two awkwardly move away and laugh it off.

being around crush!hamzah always give you a weird feeling in your stomach. not a bad kind but weird.. you don’t know why it happens you just know ever since that moment at the mall you’ve felt very unusual around him. it’s not any better now that you’re at his house and literally only 2 feet away from him.

ଂ ❀.ྀི

you and hamzah always hang out on the weekends, it’s just a thing that you guys do. but this weekend felt strange, you and hamzah keep looking at one another when the other is not looking and you’re so close you can hear him breathing… (girl move a little..)

“Um so.. is it just me or has it been weird lately..?” you say and look at hamzah. he turns away from the tv and his brown eyes at you. he looks in your eyes, then your lips, and then looks away. “uhh.. i mean.. a little bit.” he mumbles. you hum and press your lips into a thin line realizing this conversation is going no where.

you open your mouth to say something but hamzah beats you to it. “I can’t take this anymore.. y/n i like you. like really like you, like a lot um.. shit.. i don’t know if you feel the same way… but i always look forward to seeing you every weekend and joking with you and laughing with you. i hope this doesn’t ruin our friendship” hamzah says quickly before covering his mouth.

your eyes go wide and your heart beats faster. not only did your best friend confess his love to you.. but your secret crush just confessed his love to you.

you guys just sit there for a moment in silence—taking in what just happened. hamzah looks straightforward trying not to make eye contact with you while you stay in your position, still looking at him. “hamzah,” you say softly and turn his head towards you. you look into his eyes and then his lips, not even realizing y’all are getting closer.

you hesitate but hamzah puts his hand on your cheek and smashes his lips into yours—you quickly kiss back and close your eyes. the kiss was slow and soft, you turn your head to the side to get more access. hamzah guides your hips on top on him—now straddling on his lap.

you two slowly pull back from the kiss, realizing you just kissed the boy you’ve been feigning for months.

“that took long enough” hamzah smiles

you chuckle and pull him into another slow kiss again.

hi guys! i made this a little longer because the last one was a little short but thank you for all the notes on my last post! I hope you guys like this one, if you want to request something don’t be afraid to ask!

-reneé

[bublebunni]

woah

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