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cup1dluvhss · 3 months ago

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˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ BF!HAMZAH HEADCANNONS, written by cup1dluvhs

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ how hamzah soft launched you + little details about you and hamzah’s relationship, and how much the slushies adore you! (request)

| warnings: fluff

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˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ hamzah soft launched you on an episode of out of character, and since then you were a little scared to appear on the channel. you had appeared in some of his instagram posts, and finally made an appearance in a sims video with mandy, and everyone adored you. people also make frequent jokes that hamzah’s ‘paying you’ to date him, which never fails to make the both of you laugh.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ you ended up making your own youtube channel a couple months after hamzah announced your relationship due to high demand from the slushies, and you film vlog-type videos with mandy, hamzah also making frequent appearances. your videos garnered a lot of attention online and hamzah often jokes that you might ‘accidentally’ become more famous than him.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊both you and hamzah often forget when the camera is on while filming for the patreon, and he can regularly be seen with his arms around you, or you with your head on his shoulder, which makes the viewers go crazy. not to mention he still flirts with you on camera as if the two of you aren’t already dating.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ you tend to appear a lot in the patreon episodes of out of character, but not in a particularly planned way. it’s usually because red or blue are causing chaos, and your yells for them to stop or be quiet are always within earshot. hamzah will always stop talking to listen to your pleas, laugh, and then continue speaking again.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ during one of your more recent vlogs, you gave a tour of both you and hamzah’s now shared home. the viewers found it so funny how much the house had changed since you’d moved in, compared to the house tour hamzah gave in the hot ones video. it is now impeccably clean, and a lot of the furniture had been moved around. the couches now had fluffy pink cushions, and red and blue have their own little beds with their names on them. not to mention the bedsheets in you and hamzah’s bedroom, which have little red hearts scattered here and there, which hamzah gets shit from martin about. also, 90% of the ai photos hanging on hamzah’s wall had vanished, but you still let him keep one or two.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ during the video where martin and hamzah collaborated with quen, hamzah disappeared for a solid five minutes. martin eventually called him to come back into frame, but as the camera turned to him it was very clear that he had ran off to talk to you, who was sitting on the couch with a stupid smile on your face as he kissed your cheek before heading back to the kitchen. during the video, all he did was talk about you and would randomly say things like, ‘y/n likes strawberries.’ or, ‘y/n, can you tell me if this is still raw?’

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ during the camping vlog, hamzah started to miss you a lot very early into the trip. he kept face timing you, updating you on where he and martin were, or what shit they had to force feed themselves that particular day, showing his phone to the camera with a wide smile as you waved. hamzah also admitted to the viewers that he couldn’t sleep well because he was so used to having you beside him, and instead had to sleep with martin. martin didn’t like this, although, and began repeating ‘bros before hoes’ every time hamzah dared to mention you.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ hamzah talks a lot about random experiences he’s had with you on the podcast a lot. when you made your first appearance on it, hamzah chose to recite the story of the first time he met your parents, and how nervous he was. you were laughing the whole time, although, because sometimes you swear your mom loves him more than you, and you often joke that she fell in love with him when he brought her flowers the first time he met her.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ hamzah ‘jokes’ a lot on the channel when you make an appearance that he wants to marry you, but you both know he’s not joking. he’s told you many times before how he wants you to be his future wife, and also how he wants you to be his ‘baby momma’, but you only ever roll your eyes and tell him to be patient, even though you love it.

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cup1dluvhss · 3 months ago

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˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ OUR LITTLE SECRET, written by cup1dluvhs

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ after secretly hooking up with your brothers best friend behind his back for months, the two of you are brought together again and you struggle to keep your hands off each other, especially when you end up having to share a bed.

| warnings: kinda smutty, tension, swearing

| taking requests!

the air you were breathing felt hot and thick, like it was slowly but surely drowning you.

what should have been a fun catch up with your brother and his girlfriend had turned into something much more than what you anticipated when his best friend showed up at the door, a stupid smirk on his face when he noticed your presence in the living room.

you and hamzah has been hooking up for months, all behind martins back. everytime you were in toronto to see your brother, hamzah would always find a way to sneak himself into your plans so he could get you alone. you knew and hoped martin was completely oblivious, but he did notice how the two of you always stood too close together, or unnecessarily brushed off one another.

the first time you met, martin instantly became aware of how smiley you were around hamzah, your frame always shrinking under his gaze out of nervousness. he also took notice to how hamzah would crack more jokes than usual when you were around, and look way too happy with himself whenever you burst out laughing at whatever stupid thing he had said.

it was the same night you met hamzah when martin pulled you off to the side, warning you that if you ever went near hamzah ‘like that’ you’d be in a lot of trouble. you told him he didn’t have to worry about it, but that same night you found yourself in hamzah’s bed, having told martin and mandy that you had a hotel room.

since then, hamzah had made it his mission to always somehow sneak you back to his place after every hangout behind martins back, getting you out of he and mandy’s unnoticed every single time.

—and the second you locked eyes with him, you knew that this time wouldn’t be any different.

‘hamzah? martin, i told you not to invite him!’ mandy said, her voice a mixture between playfulness and seriousness as hamzah rolled his eyes at her, sitting himself down next to you on the couch with a smile on his face.

martin and mandy began squabbling with each other, the couples voices mixing together making their little argument inaudible, but you assumed it was about hamzah suddenly showed up out of nowhere, mandy’s expression of distaste when looking at him telling you everything you needed to know.

‘not gonna say hi to me, are you?’ hamzah’s voice announced, snapping you out of your thoughts as you turned your head towards him, the eye-contact that came with your action making you heart beat faster almost instantly.

‘hi, hamzah. happy now?’ you said playfully as he furrowed his brows at you jokingly, his lips parted as you let out a small giggle.

‘no, actually. i think i deserve more than that from you, don’t you think?’ hamzah said, his words making your heart beat faster as you looked away from him. he was here about five minutes and he was already thinking about you that way, but you couldn’t find it in you to complain.

you had no idea how you were supposed to last the entire night without putting your hands on him—but you knew not keeping things between the two of you a secret wasn’t an option.

‘like what?’ you said boldly, your body acting before your head.

a smirk grew on hamzah’s face, and before you knew it one of his hands was on your back, gently tracing his fingers up and down your skin. luckily, martin and mandy were still mid argument and his action had gone unnoticed.

‘don’t be so impatient, sweetheart.’ he muttered only loud enough for you to hear, his hand departing from your back as mandy quickly turned to the two of you, a smile on her face while martin looked like he was forcing one.

‘okay—movie time!’ mandy said enthusiastically as she plopped herself down on the end of the couch, martin slotting himself between you and his girlfriend.

mandy had started the movie moments after, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to focus. all you cared about and all you could think about in that moment was what you knew was going to happen later between you and hamzah.

mid way through it, just as you had started to understand what was actually going on, you felt hamzah’s hand brush against the skin of your thigh. his gesture felt so accidental, yet so deliberate, like he knew exactly how you were feeling and what you wanted.

you swallowed, your gaze flickering to him momentarily to see him looking up at the screen, like nothing had happened. you figured at that point maybe it was an accident, until you felt him do it again. this time, his thumb began tracing slow circles on your skin, his gesture making your breath catch in your throat slightly.

you looked at him again, hoping he would at least make eye-contact with you, but his facial expression already told you a million words. his bottom lip was caught between his teeth, and a smirk was playing at the corners of his mouth. his pupils were slightly blown out, and you could tell he was thinking about anything but the movie.

when the movie finally ended, the four of you were surprised to learn that it was 1am, and mandy was quick to suggest that you stay over instead of staying at your ‘hotel’, which was a twenty minute drive away.

martin also suggested hamzah stay as well, and despite hamzah showing some signs of hesitancy before answering, he eventually agreed, his eyes on you the entire time. you had no idea how you were going to make this work, but you knew that you had to kiss him, touch him— at least once before you had to go in the morning and you would have to wait another two months to see him again.

‘okay— y/n, you can stay on the couch, and hamzah—do we have a blowup mattress in the attic, martin?’ mandy said, her words making you laugh as hamzah’s brows furrowed, his arms extended as he gave a dirty look to the girl in front of him.

shortly after, martin returned with the mattress in hand and it took both him and hamzah at least ten minutes to set it up, you and mandy watching in amusement as they groaned frustratedly. eventually, mandy and martin said goodnight to the two of you and retreated to their own room, leaving you and hamzah alone.

the second they left, hamzah turned around to you, giving you a look before sliding out from under the blanket martin had given him, his body sliding over to you onto the couch, his frame hovering over yours.

‘fuck—missed you.’ hamzah whispered, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip as you hummed, barely being able to make him out due to the darkness of the room.

before he could get another word out, you were pushing his chest away as you slid out from under him, his back hitting the couch as you climbed on top of him, your legs either side of his body as you hummed once more at the feeling of his body flush against yours.

‘so fucking beautiful.’ hamzah mumbled before his lips met yours. the kiss started off gentle—sweet, like the two of you were taking each other in after being apart. however, it only took the two of you another ten seconds of kissing before hamzah’s large hands were gripping your waist and his tongue was in your mouth.

slowly, he began to roll your hips against the evident bulge in his pants, a little whine escaping your mouth as you felt the friction of his jeans and your little black skirt rub against your clit through your panties.

‘shh, baby. gotta be quiet for me, yeah?’ he whispered, his lips moving to your neck as he placed rough, wet kisses here and there, gently sucking on all of your sweet spots he had memorised so well.

his hands trailed down from your waist to grab your ass, giving it a little slap before gently lifting up your skirt as his hands repositioned themselves underneath the fabric, his hands beginning to guide your hips to thrust against his slightly faster.

‘fuck—hamzah..’ you whined, pushing yourself further down onto his bulge as he let out a sharp groan, his hands halting the movements of your hips as his nails dug into your skin.

‘wish i could fuck you— so bad.’ hamzah mumbled, his voice sounding desperate as his hips lazily jutted up to meet yours, a small smirk on your face as you watched him begin to lose control under you as you continued bouncing on top of him, your movements getting faster and faster.

you slowly began to feel your orgasm building, the friction of his jeans brushing against your clit in the most agonising way possible that you didn’t even feel your climax getting closer and closer.

you lips met his again briefly, placing little kisses here and there on his face as his thumbs rubbed circles on your hips, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he tried to keep himself quiet.

‘you gonna fuckin’ cum for me, aren’t you?’ hamzah growled, suddenly bouncing you faster against him, the pleasure so unbearable that you felt like calling out his name at the top of your voice.

‘oh, fuck—hamzah!’ you whisper-yelled, grabbing fistfuls of his hoodie as you threw your head back, your orgasm hitting you like a train. it only took you a second to finally come back to life, but it had also only taken martin a second to walk into the living room, and it had taken three for hamzah to grab you by your hips and practically throw you off of him.

‘are you fucking kidding me?’

when you had finally realised what had happened and what was going on, martin started to yell. you instantly got up off the couch, speed-walking over to your brother as hamzah lingered behind you.

‘martin—i swear it— im sorry, okay?’ you said over the sound of him going off at you, your ears not fully bothering to pay attention to a lot of the words that were coming out of his mouth. all you knew was that he was angry. very, very angry.

‘i mean—in my house, y/n? for fucks sake, i can’t believe you.’ martin said, his hands on the back of his head as his gaze flickered between you and hamzah, his eyes suddenly resting on his best friend.

‘and you? i fucking told you not to go near her, hamzah! how long has this been going on for?’ martin said, his words instantly making your heart drop to your stomach. if hamzah told him the truth, you knew martin would probably never forgive you. move past it? probably, but you doubted he’d ever forget it. despite knowing the effect it would have on him, you didn’t want to lie to him.

hamzah cleared his throat, his eyes watching you closely as you turned around, giving him a nod of approval before he looked back at martin nervously.

‘since the night we met, martin.’ he said quietly, but loud enough for martin to hear what he had said. you expected your brother to be outraged, for him to be yelling even louder than he was before, but no. he simply stayed silent, but you could see in his eyes exactly how he felt about what hamzah had said. and that felt even worse than any kind of yelling.

you tried to reach out for him when he turned away, but he shook your arm off of his shoulder and headed back to he and mandy’s room, leaving you and hamzah behind with stressed out expression and frantic heart rates.

‘hamzah—what’re we gonna do?’

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