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iloveb3aches · 2 months ago

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omg girl i got this rlly cutee bra but like my tits literally SPILL out of it and i was thinking like what if you wrote about smth like this with hamzah? ^w^

omg, yes, I love this 🙏🙏🙏

"Unspoken Moments"

Hamzah x f!reader

Warnings/tags - honestly none unless your uncomfy with tits being brought up, quick little story, tension, fluff, cleaning up after hanging with friends

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✩ 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬😪

You and Mandy were in Victoria's Secret

You don't normally buy your bras at Victoria's Secret, mainly because they're expensive, and every time you think you've bought the correct size, it's either too big or too small. But they were having a sale, and she offered to pay for you, so how could you turn that down?

You found a cute pink lacy bra, you were going to try it on, but Mandy was in a rush, so you just checked if it was your size and paid for it.

You got home and finally tried that said bra on, but to no surprise, it was too small, and almost everything was spilling out. You were still going to wear even if you're one jump away from flashing everybody, you would just have to be careful.

One week later

You, Martin, Mandy, and Hamzah just got done hanging out in your house. You guys drank, played card games, and just talked, but eventually everyone had to head home.

“Bye y/n, we're going to head home now!” Mandy says leaving with Martin. “Okay, bye, I'll see you soon,” you say, picking up the trash that had been left over from that hangout. You stand up to pull up your shirt. You decided that wearing that bra wouldn't be a problem because you weren't going to do so much except sit down.

“Hamzah, you heading home too?” you question. He glances up from his phone and over at you. “Yeah, I was just-” He pauses, sees the bag. “Do you want help cleaning up?”

You start to shake your head. “Oh, you don’t have to-”

“It’s fine,” he says, cutting you off smoothly, already standing up. “I want to. I don’t have much else to do anyway.”

You reach over the couch, grabbing all the bags of chips and the cans that were lying on the couch. In doing so, your shirt got pulled down a bit, and that bra that you thought wouldn't be a problem was, in fact, a problem. Cute, yes. Supportive? Not even a little.

He doesn't say anything, he walks over to the sink to put a bowl away, and sees you for a split second. He tries to act like he didn't see anything, like nothing happened at all, but you weren't convinced. You look up and catch him staring at you as he quickly shifts his eyes to the floor.

But he did see you and every so often, just for a second, when you turned or bent over, his eyes flicked down

You look back up at him and you squint your eyes slightly, looking at him suspiciously. “You good?”

“Hm?” he says, too quickly. Then clears his throat. “Yeah. Yeah, just tired.”

“Righttt.” you say, dragging the word out, not convinced at all.

The air’s different now. Not tense in a bad way, just heavy. Like there’s something in the room neither of you wants to name.

Eventually, you two get done cleaning and are now just standing against the counter, just talking. You leans over the counter to grab a cookie that was left on your plate which of course frustratly causes your tits to spill out again. He goes still for half a breath. His eyes flick down, then away again. His jaw tightens, like he’s trying to hold in a thought. He cuts you off mid-sentence “You know that shirt doesn’t hide anything, right?”

You blink and stare at him, confused. “Huh? What are you talking about?”

“The one you’re wearing, that top?” You still stare at him in confusion when you all of a sudden realize and look down to see that your boobs have basically fallen out. “Oh my god- how long were you gonna wait to say something?” you say frantically pulling up your top.

“I mean I wasn’t gonna be like, ‘Hey, your boobs are out.’ that sounds weird” He says in a slightly panic but sarcastic state “They do look nice though” he mutters under his breath

“...What was that?” you say, questioning him “Nothing.” he rubs the back of his neck, trying to save himself

But you definitely heard it, he knows you heard it.

#hamzah fic #hamzah x reader #hamzahthefantastic #fluff #one shot #hamzah imagines #hamzahthefanatasticxreader #hamzah fluff

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iloveb3aches · 2 months ago

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"Almost" 18+ mdni

Hamzah x f!Reader

Warning/tags - smut, mentions of weed, friends to lovers, tension build up, hamzah loves readers tits? (don't know how else to put it😭) making out, nipple sucking, p in v, fluff, aftercare

A/N - I wrote this late at night, sort of rushed, so there may be some errors

✩ 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐳𝐚𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞…

It was dark outside, you and Hamzah were sitting on your couch, chatting about memories and moments you two had. Like the time when you two smoked so much that you almost greened out. Or the times when you guys had movie nights and then spent the entire time talking.

It was normal for you two, but for some odd reason, today felt off. He felt off. He was always very open if he had a problem or if you did something wrong.

“Is everything okay? You seem out of it.” You question, “uh-yeah, I just didn't get great sleep last night.” He says, being caught off guard, “Okay, well as I was saying...” you start going on about your idea that you were talking about earlier, not paying much attention to what Hamzah was doing.

His eyes were slowly peering down your figure from your face, to your neck, and then at your tits. You were wearing pajama pants and a pretty low-cut tank top, exposing a decent amount of your chest. He looked at them, almost mesmerized. He felt his pants tighten, and It didn't help that every time you explained things with your hands, it caused them to move slightly, making him stare slightly harder. At least hard enough not to realize that you had completely stopped talking.

His eyes slowly look back up at your face, you two just stare at each other there is a long, awkward silence.

Oh.

Your mind clicks when you realize why he was acting strange, but not wanting to assume anything, you don't do anything about it. A new energy is in the air, it's thick, slightly heavy, but none of you act upon it. You get up and walk to the kitchen as a way to avoid the awkwardness and grab a snack.

“Do you want anything?” you ask, looking into the fridge. With no response, you close the fridge and turn around to see him standing behind you. You go still for a second, then start heading back towards the couch, “Y/n.” he says, slightly whispering with desperation in his tone. “Hm?” turning around to look at him. “I need you.” You let out a little gasp at his words, “What do you mean by that?” slightly laughing to steer away from the heat and nervousness building up in your stomach.

“You know what I mean, y/n, don't play dumb.” his voice deepened a little, filled with lust. He steps closer to you, one hand on your waist and one on the back of your neck. Both your lips are just centimeters apart from each other, breathing in each breath you both take. He smashes your lips against his, it's hard, passionate, lustful, but still gentle and loving at the same time.

You both make it to your bedroom still kissing, as you sit on top of him, straddling him on the bed. He slowly kisses down to your neck, leaving bites along he goes. You moan softly, feeling your core start to throb. “Can I?” he asks with his hands barely tugging at your shirt. You nod as he pulls your tank top off, leaving you in just your bra. He kisses your chest, marking it up. His hands slide to the back of your bra when he looks up at you for approval. “Hamzah, yes, please just keep going,” you say with breathy moans in between each word.

He unclips your bra and takes it off, he stares in awe at the sight of your tits “they look so much better then i imagined” he says pawing at your chest, feeling hot from his comment. His mouth latches onto one of your nipples, his other hand playing with the one not in his mouth. “Hamzah- fuck yes.”

You feel his throbing hard cock against your pants as you start to slight grind your hips. In return, he lets out a breathy, needy moan his mouth humming on your tits. “Hamzah, please- shit i need you inside of me” and just like that something snaps he pulls you off of his lap and lays you down on you back. He pulls your pants off, leaving you in your panties. He reaches down to feel your clothed pussy “Damn you so wet” He pulling off your panties and tosing them aside

He pulls down his sweats and boxers his hard, leaking cock flings out. You whine a bit seeing the sight of it, He pulls your legs over his shoulders and lines his cock up with your entrace. He slowly inserts himself inside of you, “fuck- baby you feel so good.” he says with a slight groan in his throat

“Hamzah, please-” you're cut off by him pulling you and thrusting into you again as you let out a loud moan. Your hands gripping the sheets as he continues to thrust into you. He reaches down and grabs one of your tits circing your nipple. “Yes- you feel so good, Hamzah, don't stop.” Your head flying back into the pillow. He speeds up his pace, thrusting into you faster and harder than before. “Doing so good fucking for me baby shit-”

You feel a knot in your stomach building up, “Hamzah I'm close-” “me too fuck- me too” in doing so he moves his hand to your clit rubbing it to bring you closer. The feeling of him stretching you out and him rubbing you clit is estatic. “Where do you want me to cum” “inside fuck- please cum inside me” his thrusts become slightly slopper inching you both to climax

He thrusts a few more times before releasing inside of you, in doing so you cum right after him your pussy throbing around his cock causing him to let out a throat renching groan. His warm release spills from inside of you as he sets down your legs and reaches down to kiss you.

“Did so good, baby,” he says out of breath, pulling out and lying down next to you. “Why didn't we do this sooner?” you question.. “I don't know, I almost lost my mind trying to pretend I didn’t want you.” he gets up and starts to run a bath as he carries you into the bathroom

#hamzah x reader #hamzah imagines #hamzahthefantastic #fluff #hamzah fic #smut #one shot #hamzahthefanatasticxreader

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