ARUGUMENT FIC W HAMZAH PLEASE Like Gets Into An Argument And You Need To Cool Off And Leave And He Wont

ARUGUMENT FIC W HAMZAH PLEASE like gets into an argument and you need to cool off and leave and he won’t let you jus angst 👅👅

jealous

(hamzahthefantastic)

words: 1.9k

warnings: established relationship, angst, arguing, swearing, hamzah is kinda a pos, happy ending

note: i hope this is what you were hoping for! i could also 100% write a part 2. also, i think another anon recently requested an argument fic, so there might be another one coming bc it was honestly fun to write. love u all, more fics coming soon

hamzah is driving you insane.

he’s usually not the “jealous type”, but for some reason, today is different. he’s grumpy and pissy and you think you know why.

last night you had gone out to dinner with a few friends from your old school. you weren’t out late, and the group was only about ten people, but to his dismay, your ex boyfriend was one of them.

you told him about it as soon as you knew, and he was pretty passive as soon as he heard. still, he didn’t make too big of a deal, even when you wore your skimpy little outfit to the bar. after all, it was high school. besides, he trusts you.

that was until he saw the pictures. your exs hand on your waist. the way he’s next to you in the group photo. it all really pisses him the fuck off, and even when you swear to him it meant nothing and the guy didn’t mean it, he wasn’t so sure.

“y/n, you see this guy after like five years, you look fine as fuck wearing that tiny fucking skirt, and you think he won’t be into you?”

you scoff, your chest now rising and falling. you really never pegged hamzah as the type of guy to act like this. yet here he was, standing in your bedroom, a few feet away from you with his arms crossed over his chest.

you’d crawled into bed last night to him asleep, and the two of you had been completely fine until this morning. he woke up to see your friend post on instagram about the night prior. he scrolled through her photos before finding the ones of the whole group.

“okay, so it’s my fault if he was?”

“i didn’t say that.”

“you meant it though!” you run your fingers through your hair, frustrated. “listen, i already told you it was nothing. but if it wasn’t, if he was interested, it doesn’t matter, because im dating you.”

he smiles tightly and shakes his head, the bridge of his nose between his finger and thumb.

“sure. okay. yeah.”

“you think i’d cheat?”

you stare at him, your blood pressure rising. you can’t believe the way he’s acting. the shit he’s implying you’d do.

“i never fucking said that, y/n. i’m just saying he was touchy, and you won’t admit it.”

“it was one fucking photo! he happened to be next to me! where did you want him to put his hands?”

“anywhere else! not your waist! it’s fucking weird!”

“so you’re mad at me because of the way a guy acted towards me.” you say, sitting down on your bed and mimicking his move of crossing his arms. “that’s really fucking progressive of you.”

“oh my god, you know that’s not true. jesus christ. i’m not mad, im just fucking annoyed. and i don’t like how you acted either.”

“how did i act hamzah. you weren’t even fucking there.” you start to feel tears prick your eyes. you hate crying in front of him, you rarely do. but this was so frustrating, listening to him accuse you when you only love him.

“i still saw.” he mumbles, clearly losing what he was trying to say in the first place. he’s just spitballing stuff at this point.

he isn’t even looking at you any more. his eyes meet the floor and he’s breathing so hard you can hear it just barely. he’s close enough to where you could reach out to his arm and pull him on top of you. you won’t though.

“saw what? my tiny skirt?” you laugh, baffled. “just leave me alone.” you can feel some of the tears start to fall.

he looks up at you when he hears your voice break. his eyes soften their gaze but he stays where he’s standing. it’s silent for a moment before you speak again.

“go away, hamzah.” you say, moving your position to lay down, your face turned away from him.

“no. i wanna talk.”

you’re silent.

“y/n-“

“i said go away.” you mumble between sobs.

you’re stiff for a long moment before you hear him sigh. he turns and leaves your room, and you wait till you hear the door click before really letting yourself sob.

you’d dealt with this in the past - controlling relationships where anything you did around any ex was considered suspicious. in fact, you almost didn’t go last night. but you’d wanted to catch up with your old friends. if it was up to you, you wouldn’t have had your ex there either. he was a total jerk back in the day. but he was, and it was fine. you’d barely spoken outside of taking that group picture.

you don’t want to fight with hamzah. he’s your person. but the way he’s acting is scary.

eventually you decide you need some air. you get dressed, throw on some makeup, and head out the door. you don’t know where you’re going, but you know it needs to be away from here. away from him.

he jumps up from the couch and catches your wrist right before you can turn the knob. you whip your head around, and meet his eyes. he looks just as pissed as before.

“where are you going?” he asks, still gripping you hard

“what, do i need your permission to leave the fucking house now?” you bite back, wriggling our arm free, “get off me. i’ll be back later.”

he starts to protest, but you slam the door before you hear any of it. if you had any fucks left to give, youd tear up again. at this point though, you’ve had enough. if he wanted to be like this, you weren’t gonna entertain it.

the city’s relatively walkable, so that’s what you do. there’s plenty of stuff to do around the area. retail therapy, you think. whatever makes you forget about this argument for a while.

-

it’s late when you walk home. later than the night before, and later than you’d ever been out without calling. you and hamzah had one another’s location, so really, he could see anytime where you were. which was the outdoor mall, and then the local bar. you’d only had a few drinks, but you were there for a good two hours. just talking and talking to the bartender. you guys are friends, and she was a good listener. so she listened.

“he’s just being so mean. and like, he’s never mean. sometimes we argue and stuff, but it’s always over stupid stuff, you know? and like, we make up super quick. but he’s like, so mad at me. and i swear to god, i didn’t even do anything.”

“it’s his first real relationship, right?” she asks, while pouring a drink

“yeah. i guess maybe that’s why. i just like, never thought he’d be like this. all jealous.”

“i think most guys are, honestly. or at least, the insecure ones. either way though, he shouldn’t be acting that way. i’m glad you got out to clear your head.”

you nod and take a sip. you’re tipsy, you realize. it actually feels pretty nice though. letting loose to someone like this. you should be talking to hamzah, but he doesn’t seem to want to listen. you sigh and shake your head like it’ll clear the thoughts away.

when you walk through the door, the house is silent. it’s nearly one am, so you assume at first that hamzah fell asleep. that is until you’re going to hang your jacket up and hear him open the bedroom door. you press your eyes closed, ready for the reprimanding.

“you scared the shit out of me.”

you turn around to face him, and his eyebrows are knit together. he’s in the doorway, his arms crossed and his back against the doorframe. he chews at his lip.

“sorry.” you mumble, going to take your shoes off.

“sorry?” he scoffs, uncrossing his arms and using them as he speaks, “you were out for hours, y/n!”

“i told you i’d be back later.” you don’t look at him, don’t step forward. you stand there, your arms pressed against our chest, holding yourself tight.

“that’s all i get then? not even a text? what the fuck, y/n.” his nostrils flare as he talks, and he starts moving closer to you. “I had no idea if you were safe! you could have gotten fucking killed.”

you laugh, moving your head back like you can’t believe what he’s saying. though honestly - he’s right. the city can be sketchy, especially at night. you seldom went on walks without him this late. especially drunk. which, he hasn’t seemed to notice you are yet.

“killed? come on.”

“don’t act like that’s crazy to say. the streets are dangerous. you know that!” he’s in your face now, motioning with his hands. “seriously, y/n, what the fuck.”

you flinch as he raises his hands in exclamation.

“so you’re mad again, great.” before you know it, you’re crying again.

you hold yourself tighter as tears start to fall. you feel like a little kid, just standing there helpless. the drinks are really getting you now.

hamzah is silent for a minute as you sob. he stands so close to you, but doesn’t dare move. when you finally look up at him, his gaze has softened and his hands are in his pockets. he reaches out slowly to brush your hair out of your face, looking at you like he’s waiting for protest. instead, you lean into his hand on your cheek.

he stares at you for a moment and you can’t tell how he feels. his eyes scan your features, landing on your lips, which are quivering just slightly. after a few moments of just looking at one another, he puts his arms out, offering a hug.

you fall against his chest and start sobbing all over again.

he rubs circles into your back absent-mindly, whispering little “shhs”. you don’t even thin of how angry you were today. how mean he was. you just cry and let him hold you. he pulls you two apart and goes to hold your face in his palms.

“how much did you drink,baby? " he asks, wiping a tear.

“not that much. just like, a few.”

“a few what?”

“mmm seltzers?” you say, more of a question than an answer.

he sighs.

“okay. well, i think you should go to bed, yeah?”

your eyes scan his face, searching for whatever emotion he’s hiding. surely he’s still angry. you hold onto both his arms while you speak.

“hamzah.”

“yeah?”

“i don’t like my high school boyfriend.”

“i know.”

he presses his eyes shut tight. his chest rises and falls slowly and before you can argue that he clearly doesn’t know, he speaks again.

“i was gonna apologize when you got home.”

“but now you’re mad again.” you say, pouting

“not about that. and i’m not mad, y/n, i was worried. you were gone for five hours without a text or anything.”

“m’sorry.” you mumble, pressing your head against his chest again.

“let’s go to bed, okay?”

he strokes your hair as you breath in his scent. he’s warm, and it hits you how tired you are. Ou nod softly against him and before you know it, he’s picking you up and carrying you to bed. giggling, you land with a plop. he joins you and holds you tight.

“we can talk more tomorrow, yeah. you deserve a better apology but i have a feeling you won’t remember much of it if i tell you now.”

you nod, scooting back to press your back against his chest. he kisses your shoulder. you fall asleep.

-

i hope you guys enjoyed >.< requests are open

⭒ blurb : podcasting

bf!hamzah x poc!reader

summary: based on this ask!!! little blurb of the times you pop up on the ooc podcast

mickey speaks: this was so funny to write!!! also i need to be hamzah's gf yesterday bitch

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hamzah having you in an episode with mandy and martin

“oh wow this couch gets kinda tight when four people are squeezed on here” hamzah says while adjusting a few pillows

“yeah,” martin starts before addressing the audience, “and, well, you’re probably wondering ‘who the heck is that?!’” he gestures his hand over to you, beside hamzah with your legs folded and knees lying against his thigh

you can’t help but smile as hamzah introduces you, “and, yeah, believe it or not i have a girlfriend.”

“i’m right next to you so i’d hope they believe it” give a soft giggle

“only hamzah would announce he has a girlfriend with ‘believe it or not’” mandy adds and hamzah throws a hand up in the air in defeat

★

martin: “i can’t help but think this feels like in middle school when people were just group dating all the time”

hamzah: “was group dating that common? i don’t remember that”

you: “i remember certain friend groups at my school doing that but i definitely wasn't participating”

mandy: “this isn’t really a group though martin, more like a double date? there’s four of us”

martin: "it's not all about numbers mandy sometimes there's just a vibe"

★

martin: “but you two have been dropping hints about dating for a while now”

you: “yeah, we’ve been doing a little soft launching here and there”

martin: “i like that term a lot actually”

mandy: “i think it’s cute, but i've seen a lot of people online that don't use it properly”

you: "i agreeeee, like you didn't soft launch by posting the back of his head if we already saw the front of it a week ago- we know who he is!!! there is no mystery"

martin: "oh so the appeal is the mystery... almost like scooby doo?"

hamzah, nodding his head: "mhm... exactly"

you: "it's always two dumb bitches telling each other-"

you and hamzah together: "exactlyyyyy"

martin looks over to mandy as the two of you laugh: "oh come on this is their first episode together and look at them mandy! we have to be cuter, come on. lock in."

hamzah: "hey no need to be jealous, my friend."

hamzah pats martins thigh

mandy: "so what was that right there?"

hamzah: "you wouldn't understand..."

martin: "no but seriously mandy you never soft launched me- only hard"

mandy: "there was no need to??? next time i'll do it i guess"

you, laughing: "next time???"

hamzah is sat in thought for an extra second before he replies to martin, making them both laugh

hamzah: “okay martin you said like that term so much? boy, now imma soft launch these nuts in your mouth”

you: "and i know you were thinking on that joke for a minute"

martin, through laughs: “okay, okay, enough”

hamzah, wiping his eyes: “well, now the jig is up. you know it's all aired out and public”

martin: “yeah... a hard launch on the podcast, that’s crazy bro”

you and mandy, mocking: “that’s craaazzyy brooo”

★

hamzah answering your call during a podcast

martin: “hamzah whenever you buy clothes from the store or get it shipped in the mail always wash your clothes!”

hamzah: “i do wash my clothes but if it’s new that doesn’t make any sense”

martin: “so you’re just gonna open it up and put it on?”

hamzah: “yes!”

hamzah’s phone starts ringing

martin: “and wow. now look who’s breaking the phone rule!”

hamzah: “stop shhh. it’s y/n”

he answers, hamzah: “hey what’s up?”

you see the mic in his hand and widen your eyes, you: “oh shit, i’m sorry to interrupt”

hamzah: “it’s okay i have something to ask you now anyway.”

you: "okayy.. do you wanna go first or me?"

hamzah: "you go ahead"

you: "okay quick- is this business casual enough for an event tonight?"

hamzah: "nobody is doing business lookin' that hot, you can't be serious"

you: "kay thanks"

hamzah, jokes: "you are not anyone's office siren, girl"

you: "i'm gonna hang up"

hamzah: "no!!! i need to ask if you wash your clothes after you buy them."

you: "if they smell like stale water and factory chemicals, yes"

hamzah: "martin is educating me on the importance of this unimportant thing right now."

you: "and you should listen to him, stinky"

martin: "thank you!"

hamzah: "oh nahhh, now i'm gonna hang up"

you: "mkayy bye, sorry for interrupting! bye martin!!!"

martin: "byee"

★

you drop something off at the warehouse studio while they’re filming

hamzah: "what was that noise?"

martin: "i don't know..."

hamzah: "it sounds like someone's actually trying to break in, what?"

martin: "were you expecting company?"

hamzah: "no, were you?"

martin: "no...i mean let's ask the audience"

martin turns to the camera, concerned

hamzah: "okay i'm actually about to go check. this is weird."

it cuts to a clip of hamzah sat again and you peeking your head in the frame to wave

hamzah: "nevermind. it was just my sweet girlfriend bringing us lunch, sorry if that scared you guys."

martin: "should we make like a super artifical thumbnail for clickbait? somethin' like; 'someone tried to kidnap us in our studio!'

hamzah: "no"

★

they have a trolling episode where you and mandy both sub in and act as martin and hamzah for an entire episode

mandy: "you know i find it crazy how we manage to talk about nothing for an entire hour"

you: "this is the talent people expect from us bro! and if we ever get too boring we can always discuss the state of sabrina and barry's relationship."

mandy: "true. and don't make fun of me but everytime man-crush monday comes around i'm always picking barry..."

you: "well if i can't make fun of you then i'll just stay quiet for your sake."

taglist -★ (some of u didn't ask to be tagged but have frequently liked my hamzah content lol, just lmk if you'd prefer not to be tagged!!!)

@sirenedeslily @333michelle @thatmartinkitten @@maybankfr @imsosillygoofylol @certainfestivalnerdshepherd

chat im spiraling

would anyone kill me if im friends w my ex bsf again bc i missed her sm

pretty girl ⋆ (hamzahthefantastic)

words: 4k

warnings: 18+, p in v sex, oral sex (m receiving), slight degrading, praise kink, face fucking, dom!hamzah, sub!reader, slight power dynamics (?), aftercare

note: this lowkey didn’t turn out how i wanted but it’s not terrible? i hope you guys enjoy, it’s genuinely filthy!! 

it was a good deal, really. for only a few hundred a month, you’d get to live in an apartment you’d never be able to afford otherwise. all you had to do was edit a vlog here and a gameplay there. also, share the space with hamzah. though that really didn’t bother you much.

in fact, over time, you found yourself warming up to the youtuber. his humor matched yours eerily well, and at times you’d find yourself laughing at the videos you were sent to edit as you edited them. though you’d try to hold a straight face to spare yourself the internal embarrassment.

on this particular day, he’d come home late from a dinner with martin and mandy. you’d been up editing their latest fortnite video, your knees to your chest in the gaming chair. its almost finished when he walks in the door, setting his bag down immediately and running his fingers through his hair with a deep exhale. 

you spin the chair around to face him and are met with sleepy eyes and a combination of pj pants and his camo hoodie. despite the clear exhaustion, he still looks as handsome as the last time you’ve seen him. 

“hey hamzah. how was dinner?” you ask, getting up and starting to walk over towards him.

“good. long though. mandy brought friends and was filming a vlog i didn’t know about. so. i guess this is my outfit for her next video” he says, taking a seat on your shared couch and wiping his face with his hands. 

“you look fine.” you say, sitting down next to him. “besides, im sure there will be edits regardless.”

he smiles slightly and sighs, leaning back onto the cushion. his lashes look so long like this, with his eyes heavy and tired. although he might not feel it, he looks good. 

“yeah, i guess. they’re weird like that.” 

you furrow your brows and smile,

“weird? your fans? wow hamzah, that’s messed up.” 

“no, no.” he says, pressing his eyes shut, “i mean, that they think i’m some god or something. i’m just a dude, y’know?” 

you lean back on the couch as well, crossing your arms against your chest. the dim lighting creates shadows from his hair framing his face. his statement couldn’t feel more wrong.

“i don’t think so.” you say, more genuine sounding than you intended.

he opens one eye to peek at you, before smirking and sitting back up. he examines your face with a questioning gaze, his arms crossing over his chest, mirroring you. 

“don’t tell me you’re one of them. is this why you edit for us?” he says, and you feel your cheeks flush red. 

truthfully, you didn’t know either hamzah or martin before submitting your application to be their editor. you had needed a job, and the deal was too good to pass up on. but now, you couldn’t deny there was something more to your feelings for hamzah than a co-worker friendship usually entailed. 

you hadn’t expected to see him so much, and to enjoy it as much as you did. you hadn’t realized you’d be eating lunch with him, and watching movies at night on your shared tv, and even going out with him and martin to film on occasion. 

you definitely weren’t expecting to wake up to him in the kitchen making breakfast some mornings in nothing but his boxers and a baggy shirt, his hair wet from showering. nor were you expecting your body’s reactions that followed. 

looking at him now, an embarrassment and guilt bubbled in your chest. you really hadn't taken the job for that reason, but now, you felt no better than a fan. looking into his eyes, you couldn’t help but feel a warmth. 

“no! don’t be weird. i’m not- i don’t- i mean, you’re-“ 

you fumble with your words.

he laughs and puts his hands up slightly in defense, 

“woah, woah, i was joking. you’re okay, y/n” 

you let out a deep sigh, relieved he didn’t catch on to your flustered reaction. 

“i get it. you think im ugly, right?”  he smiles

his tone is completely unserious, but you feel an annoyance bubble in your chest. he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever met.

“no, hamzah.” you roll your eyes and cover your face, “whatever. nevermind.” you mutter

he laughs and leans forward as if to try to see past your hands over your eyes. his tone shifts, and though his voice still sounds heavy with sleep, his demeanor shows otherwise.

“i was kidding. hey, what’s wrong?” 

“nothing. i’m just,” you inhale and lean back again, your reddened face uncovered and your eyes darting across his, “embarrassing myself. sorry.” 

“you’re not. chill. there’s something up though. are you okay?” 

his genuine tone makes you almost wanna tell him everything. but you don’t. 

“i’m okay, hamzah.” 

he cocks his head to the side. 

“nah, you’re lying. c’mon, how long have you lived here now? six months? i know you. we’re friends, no?” 

“we’re friends.” you say, matter-of-fact. you avoid his gaze.

“hey.” he puts an arm out to tilt your head back towards him, and you’re breathing quickens. your chest, now inches from his, rises and falls. your doe eyes look up into his with a mix of fear and new curiosity. 

“why are you looking at me like that?” he asks, his voice dropping to nearly a whisper as he studies your reaction to his soft touch. 

“like what?” you manage, nearly inaudible. 

“like you wanna kiss me or something.” he says, his eyes now darting from your eyes to your lips. his hand lingers on your cheek. 

your arms, still tight over your chest, untangle to bring one hand to his forehead and brush a curl out of his eyes. you shrug softly as you resume your crossed-arm position. his hand stays on your face. 

“do you?” he asks.

you bite the inside of your cheek. is he messing with you still? you can’t tell. if he is, though, he’s making this whole bit very realistic. so much so that you might as well flirt back. if he takes it the wrong way, you can always say you were just playing around. 

you nod just barely before his lips reach yours. he’s so gentle that at first you barely feel it, until you lean your head up to meet his. one hand drifts to his chest and you hold it just below his collarbone. you feel his heartbeat quicken its rhythm as you kiss. 

he pulls away after a few moments, just looking at you as you flinch your hand away and back into your lap. 

“oh.” he mutters.

your face gets red and all at once you want to cry. he was joking, obviously. he wouldn’t like you like that, his roommate, his editor. he was practically your boss. what the hell were you thinking? 

you begin to get up, mumbling apologies under your breath, tears prickling your eyes. as soon as you stand, though, he grabs your arm, standing as well. 

“i’m sorry, that was stupid of me, i-“ you mumble, averting his eyes

“why are you sorry?” he asks frantically, tucking your hair back from your eyes. tears begin to fall down your cheeks and you use your free arm to wipe them away. 

“i shouldn’t have-“

you get halfway though your sentence before he kisses you again, this time harder and with a new sense of urgency. his grip loosens as you seem to lean into the kiss, and his hand drifts from your wrist to your upper arm before sliding past to your back. he pulls you in close. 

you stand there like a doll, your eyes open for a moment as he kisses you before fluttering shut. your hands slowly find their way up to his face as he pulls away from your lips for a moment to breathe. 

you take his face this time and pull him down to you, your tongue slipping past his lips and pushing against his gently. he lets out a soft moan and you smile against him, his grip on your waist tightening. 

eventually he moves his hold up to your neck, taking your hair in his hand and pulling just slightly to get you to tilt your head back. with your mouth leaving his, he takes the opportunity to kiss down your neck, open mouth kisses that make you whine quietly. 

he takes it as a compliment and continues down to your collar, where he sucks slightly. 

“hamzah…” you whisper as your eyes flicker open and you look down at him leaving marks. 

he looks up at you and goes back to your lips, leaving a quick kiss before pulling away and studying your face. 

“yeah?” he asks, and you notice the flush in his face already. 

“do you wanna, like, get on the couch, or-“ 

in one quick motion he grips the back of your thighs and picks you up, your arms flailing to wrap around his neck. he smiles at your face above his as he carries you to his bedroom, one hand releasing you to fidget with the doorknob before entering and kicking the door closed. 

as soon as he reaches it, you’re thrown down onto the bed, and you kick your legs so your head is against his pillow. you can’t help the smile that forms on your face as you watch him climb above you, removing his hoodie before going back to kissing you. 

after a few minutes he looks down at you through his lashes and his finger hooks around the seam of your shirt. 

“can i take this off?” he asks

“yeah.” you say, and he starts to pull it over your head immediately, his body now kneeling in between your legs. 

he observes your cleavage and his mouth lulls open slightly. he leans down to kiss the flesh and you guide your hands to his head, resting just above the nape of his neck. his mouth is so warm there and you let out a sigh of contentment. 

he kisses down and eventually reaches the fabric of your bra, looking up at you. 

“can i-“ 

before he can finish, you reach behind you and unclip the back, the straps falling off your shoulders and into your hands to be thrown to the floor. your breasts free, the cold of the room hits you and you shiver, your nipples hardening. your chest bare in front of him makes your stomach flip a little, but his expression eases your nerves. 

“holy shit.” he mutters, leaning back on his knees, admiring your body. “you’re fucking gorgeous.” 

you blush and fall back against the pillow, waiting for him to move. 

after a few moments, he does, crawling back over you and kissing down your chest again, this time ending with your right tit in his mouth, sucking gently. one hand to your waist, the other inches towards your left tit, gripping softly on the flesh and pinching your nipple just enough to make you whine. 

“fuck, hamzah…” you whimper, your hips starting to lift to touch his. “feels- fuck-“ 

you can feel him smirking against your chest at the reaction he’s getting out of you. 

you knew he probably knew what he was doing more than he’d let on around you and martin, but this was something else. it feels like he knows you - exactly what you need to feel good. he’s patient with every move he makes, watching closely to see what makes you squirm. 

“you like that? yeah?” he asks, coming up from your breasts to kiss you. 

you nod dumbly at his teasing, your mind clouded with pleasure. you don’t care what he thinks of you now. he wants this too. 

you pull at his shirt as he kisses you, and he pulls away to smile. 

“you want this off?” he asks

“please.” 

your whiny voice makes him cave, and his shirt is off in a second. 

his body is something you’ll never get over. you’ve seen him shirtless before, both in the occasional vlog and around the house in rare instances. but this was different - his figure hovering above you, muscles defined in the light of his room. your breathing nearly stops. 

“you okay?” he asks, when your voice gets caught in your throat.

you nod,

“you’re just so perfect.” 

it’s hamzah’s turn to blush, and he looks away for a moment. he was never the best at taking compliments, but this one makes his face heat up and his cock harden. 

you pull him back into kissing you by the back of his neck and he starts to travel one hand down to his pants. unknown to you, he begins to palm himself as you kiss. he moans into your mouth as he touches himself. 

when you open your eyes for a moment, you look down to see his hand over his cock. you smile against his lips, and one of your own hands travels down to replace his. when he feels your hand start to reach under the waistband, he pulls his mouth away and rests his forehead against yours. 

you look into his eyes as your palm his bulge over his underwear, and he inhales through his teeth. 

“stop teasing me.” he says eventually, tilting his chin up to capture your lips in a kiss and biting your bottom lip softly. 

you whimper into his mouth and slide your hand under his boxers, your fist around his cock. he was big. not that you hadn’t expected it, because you did, but thinking about it and feeling it were two separate things, and holding it now makes you realize you’ve never taken a cock this big before. 

“fuckkk…” he moans as you begin to move your hand up and down, his precum helping guide your movements. 

you continue like this for a while, the only sounds in the room being the two of yous shared breathes and sloppy kisses, along with the muffled sound of his cock fucking your fist. 

after a while he jolts his hips away from your hand and gets on his knees again inbetween your legs. his face is sweaty and his lips swollen. little curls stick to his forehead. 

“do you trust me?” he asks 

you nod, and he takes each of your hands slowly and pins them above your head. 

“stay like that, okay?” 

you nod again. 

he begins to lower himself towards you, his cock now rock hard and free from his boxers entirely. he guides it with one hand towards your mouth, and you stick out your tongue eagerly. the tip presses against it before he pushes in further.

“tap my thigh if you want me to stop.” he orders, before pushing forward until his pelvis hits your nose. you gag around his cock but don’t move your hands from where he placed them. 

he waits for you to adjust and studies your expression before pulling out slowly and beginning to fuck your face, his eyes rolling back as he does so. little groans escape his mouth, which hangs open just slightly. being below him like this should be humiliating, but instead, you feel yourself getting wetter. 

on instinct, you move one hand down to touch yourself and release some of the tension building up. he notices the movement and pulls out of your mouth immediately with a pop. 

“i told you to keep your hands there, yeah?” he asks, going to hold your chin in his hand as he speaks, and you retract your hand from your pants. 

“m sorry…” you mutter quietly, your cheeks darkening. drool coats your lips from his cock. 

he gazes at you softly and leans down to kiss your nose. he likes being in charge like this, but he also doesn’t want to scare you. you were being so sweet to him, and so vulnerable. 

“s’okay, pretty girl. be good, okay?” he says, before lowering himself again, this time with one hand just barely holding yours together above your head.

you take him as best you can as he thrusts in and out of your throat, spit gathering around the rim of your mouth. his cock hits the back of your throat repeatedly, and your eyes drift closed to focus on your breathing. 

his free hand drifts down to your pants, slipping underneath and continuing the movement you’d started. two fingers start to circle at your clit over the fabric, and your hips jerk up at the feeling. he smiles above you, slowing his thrusts in your mouth. 

“feels good, yeah? wanna make you feel good, okay?” 

you say nothing (because you can’t), but your eyes flutter open and you make a sound of contentment. the pressure builds until you’re completely soaked through your panties, and you know he feels it on his hand. he moves underneath, and begins to gently play with your pussy. 

you whimper and he starts to quicken his pace in your mouth, making you choke around him. you free one arm from his grip and tap his thigh two times with any strength you can muster. 

immediately he pulls out of your mouth and your pussy and wipes his hand on his pajamas before taking it up to your face to wipe your lip. his eyes dart around your face for any look of discomfort.

“are you okay?” he asks “was that too much?”

“want you inside me.” you say, looking up into his eyes through your lashes.

his lips turn upward and he releases his grip on the arm above your head, sitting back on his knees again. slowly, he pulls down your pants and underwear, leaving you completely naked in front of him. he stares at your pussy below him and you turn your head to the side, hiding your blush from him. 

his hands grip each of your thighs and he massages them gently before leaning down to kiss them all over. his mouth leaves dark hickies on the inner part of your thighs and you think of seeing them tomorrow when you wake up. the idea of him marking you his makes you even wetter. 

eventually he reaches your pussy and carefully inserts two fingers, curling them upward. you grip the sheets and your hips push upwards, causing him to use his free hand to push your lower stomach back down. 

“please hamzah” you moan, looking down at him as he finger fucks you agonizingly slow.

“please what, baby?” 

the pet name, along with his raspy voice, makes you clench around his fingers.

“please…” you mutter 

“use your words. what do you want?” he says, moving back up your body to kiss your chest while you beg.

“want you.” you whine. you can’t believe how pathetic he’s made you. 

“you have me.” he says, taking a tit in his mouth and swirling your nipple while he continues to fuck you with his hand.

“your cock, please hamzah. i want it so bad.” you admit, your voice desperate.

he retracts his fingers from you immediately and instead starts to move his hand up and down his cock, now slick with your juices. slowly, he lines up with your entrance. 

looking down in between you, he watches as he pushes in, inch by inch. 

the stretch is almost painful at first, and he’s only halfway inside you. your hands go to his upper arms and hold tight, your eyes squeezing closed. your breath is caught in your throat as he goes deeper. 

“fuck-“ you moan, your nails digging into his shoulders

“i’ll go slow okay?” he says, leaning down to kiss your lips as he continues, “you feel so good, you know that? feel so good, y/n.” 

his words help ease the pain as he bottoms out, his hips now pressed flush against yours. he stays like that for a moment, kissing you softly and slowly trailing down your neck and back up. he waits until you seem to have adjusted to his size before slowly pulling back out. 

the second time he pushes into you is much different. he’s still careful with you, one hand propping himself up and the other gently brushing the hair out of your face. but he doesn’t wait - he pushes in all at once, and you inhale sharply. 

he fills you up so well, your cunt squeezing around him. he sets a pace quickly and before you know it, he’s thrusting in and out of your pussy like he did your mouth. this time, you’re loud. 

“oh my god, hamzah, fuck-“ you whine, your body bouncing slightly as he fucks into you. 

he watches your expression as he speeds up and slows down, determining what feels best for you. you seem to like it rough, so he slams his hips into yours quickly and hard. you nearly drool as he moves his hand from your face to rest on your neck, not applying pressure, but just holding you there. you look up at him with wet eyes to see him smiling, his mouth open slightly, his eyes lidded. he’s mesmerized by you.

“you’re so fucking hot. can’t- fuck, can’t believe i get to fuck you. so fucking pretty.” he rambles

his words are such a turn on, and you open your mouth to respond, only to be quieted by his hand moving to your mouth, inserting two fingers. he presses them against your tongue snd you take them, sucking slightly. 

“you’re such a slut for me.” he moans, looking from your fucked-out face to your pussy taking his cock in and out of you, “pretty slut. yeah? you like that?” 

you nod as best you can. you’d never really been much into degradation, but with hamzah, anything he called you made you wet. you’d do anything for him. 

you lift you hips to meet his as an attempt to go faster, and he sees your effort and speeds up. his fingers, now covered in your spit, leave your mouth only to reach down and play with your clit. 

you feel your orgasm approaching as his cock hits all the right spots and his ring and middle finger circle your clit. you feel tears start to prickle at your eyes just from the pressure building. 

“gonna…hamzah m so close…” you cry, your eyes watching as he ruins your hole, his hips hitting yours in a way you know you’ll feel in the morning. 

“yeah? you wanna cum?” he asks, looking back from your cunt to your face

you nod.

“ask me then. use your words, y/n, come on.” 

his pace starts to slow into deep, hard thrusts. you whimper at the loss whenever he pulls out and then slams back into you. 

“please, hamzah. please can i cum?”

he smiles at you, before leaning down to capture your lips in his.

“let go baby. lemme feel it.” 

that’s all it takes before you feel your orgasm wash over you, your legs shaking and his hand never moving from your clit. he continues his movement until you reach down and push his hand away, the overstimulation teetering on painful. you whisper his name over and over as you cum, like a prayer, and you hold him so tight you’re sure you’ll leave dents in his forearms. 

coming down for your high, you feel him pull out and sit back on his knees, stroking his cock with his hand. you would have asked him to cum inside, but a better idea hits you as you watch him. 

“where do you want it?” he asks, his fist pumping faster. 

you’re so fucked-out you can barely speak, but you manage, 

“m mouth.” 

he smiles and moves on top of you again, his cock inches from your mouth. you open and stick out your tongue for him. he presses the tip against it as he strokes himself and in a matter of seconds he’s cumming all over your face. 

he groans as he finishes, his hand slowing down and watches as he paints your open mouth along with some dribbles around your lips and chin. the sight is absolutely filthy and he can’t help but give a lazy grin.

one hand goes to lift your jaw closed and he waits for you to open your eyes and look at him before telling you, 

“swallow, yeah?” in that sweet yet so demanding voice.

you swallow as best you can, and stick your tongue out to show him. he looks down and strokes your cheek with his thumb. 

“so good for me. holy shit.” 

he stares at you for a moment in pure bliss and disbelief for a moment. you smile at him like he was your only care in the world.

he goes to stand up and your brows furrow. 

“where are you going?”  you ask, anxiously, as you push yourself forward on your elbows to look at him at the side of the bed.

he pulls on his boxers and then his sweats before answering,

“just gonna get you a towel, okay?” 

you nod and lay back, your arms holding yourself. suddenly you felt very cold and very naked. 

he returns two minutes later with a washcloth and a glass of water, sitting next to where you lay and motioning for you to sit up. he leans in and gently wipes your face, both the mess he made and the makeup streaming down. you look up at him with big eyes as he takes care of you. 

“didn’t mean what i said, y’know.” he says softly as he puts the cloth down on his nightstand and lays down next to you. 

“what part?” you ask, doubt filling your mind. 

“the like, name-calling and stuff. i hope that was okay. i got carried away.” he says, sounding embarrassed. 

“oh. no, that’s okay.” you say, laughing awkwardly. 

you look at each other, eyes drifting across features. you know what you want the answer to but you don’t know how to ask it. 

“that was nice.” he says at last, smiling just slightly. “like, really nice. for me, at least. i mean, i hope it was nice for you. it seemed-“ 

you cut him off by kissing him, and his eyes flutter shut before kissing back softly. you pull away and he’s redder than he was when he was inside you. 

“it was nice. i, um. i liked it. you. i like you.” you say, before biting your lip and studying him for a reaction that shows you’ve messed everything up, that this was a one-time thing that meant nothing to him and everything to you. 

instead, he smiles, and puts an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. 

“i like you too. thought that was obvious.” 

you melt. 

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