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This is a very serious post so please, if you can read it fully. I dont have a huge platform but i wanted to use the platform to help myself now. Me and my bestfriend decided to leave our homes for personal reasons and at the moment were homeless. i have a 1 minute post up on tik tok to maybe get into the creator fund but this really was a last desperate resort, please share it to your friends if you can. i also have a cashapp up i would appreciate if yall could interact with the video at @k4cal.elli

God bless you all and i hope you never end up in a situation like this.

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slushy noobz fanart!

… only good part of this is martins shirt but oh well.

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how morning will look when I'm free

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SORE LOSER

NSFW

Hamzah was raging. Seething. How could he lose the fight? How? After all the hours of human labour he did to get to this point, torture almost, just to get here and lose. No. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t right and he had to do something about it while the adrenaline was still pumping through him. Or maybe it was pure anger that began to consume him, pure anger that he tried his hardest to cloak as the camera curled around him, capturing every angle of the rage that began to bubble beneath his seemingly calm surface , his tongue poking his cheek as he tried to keep himself in check.

You could see right through his act as you sat pretty in the crowd, watching his eyes darken as they announced the true winner, seeing the disappointment transform into rage right before you, his eyes clouding with a dangerous glint, there were no signs of acceptance of his loss. You could tell all he wanted to do was get out of there as fast as possible the way he began to fidget, he was getting frustrated.

He was determined to win something, anything. He didn’t care what it was. He wasn’t resting his head on his pillow that night with only a loss hung over his head, he didn’t want the loss to linger, to play on his mind like a broken record. He couldn’t live with that. No. He needed to win something and he needed to win it today. That’s what you were here for, his eyes zeroing in on you sitting in the crowd, tuning everything else around him out. You knew that look all too well, his stare was heavy, piercing. Words didn’t even need to be exchanged for you to understand.

It’s why you were patiently waiting in the back of your own car, you had promised to drive Hamzah home after the fight. He had texted you “meet me in the car in 10”, after his essentials had been checked after the fight, and from that alone you began to say your goodbyes to everyone, giving some lame excuse as to why you were leaving so early. You sighed, staring out the tinted window. It wasn’t a sigh of annoyance that he was taking longer than 10 minutes, no. It was a sigh of realisation that your shit was about to get completely wrecked by this man as he approached you, walking with purpose, intent, you swore you could hear his heavy footsteps from inside the car.

Your heart sped up at the sound of him pulling at the handle, a small part of you hoping he would walk back into the venue and take his anger out on someone else, the other part mostly exited to be treated like a ragdoll. Oh well, the door was open now. For the first few seconds all he did was stare down at you in complete silence, his eyes slowly and shamelessly running over your outfit. It was wild how fast your hands became clammy and damp, your cheeks burning up as you shifted under the weight of his gaze. My god he made you so nervous.

You gulped. “So…how are you feeling?” It was all you could think of at the moment, your lips thinning in an awkward smile. He scoffed, kicking at the ground a smirk on his face.

“I didn’t come here to talk about the fight” his voice was rough, deep. He enunciated every single word. You could feel the vibrations of his voice in your pussy. His movements were slow and calculated as he ducked his head to enter the car, forcing you to back up and lay across the backseats his eyes never leaving yours as you leaned up on your elbows.

The car shook when he closed the door behind him before he moved his thick beefy arms to either side of your head as he knelt over you, his eyes clouded with darkness, an incredible juxtaposition from his usual soft gaze whenever he looked at you. But he didn’t want to look at you really. Not tonight anyway. He needed something to pound and destroy, missionary just wasn’t fitting enough. He kneeled up, flipping you over without a word, not even a kiss.

The way he manhandled you only made your panties soak even more, his hands roughly pulling down your leggings and panties in one motion, a wide smirk spreading across his face at the sight of your plump bare ass before him. All you could hear was the hefty rhythm of your own heartbeat ringing through your ears , trying to psyche yourself up before he ruined you before the sound of him unzipping his pants caught your attention. You gulped louder than intended.

“You ready baby?” You could hear the smirk in his voice. “I need to hear you say it” he practically growled, he was already getting impatient, he had you ripe and ready right in front of him and he was horny and angry. And a sore loser who just lost a boxing match. You were an outlet right now and he was about to reach his limit for how much he could bottle inside.

“Yes, yes im ready” you answered. But were you? Were you really? By the looks and sound of it you weren’t. Definitely didn’t seem like it when you practically squealed when he pushed his fat tip into your tight hole, your toes curling from the stinging pain. It didn’t hurt for long, it never did as the rest of his thick dick entered your wet creamy pussy, your eyes rolling into your head.

He didn’t have any mercy tonight. None at all. The way he fucked into you, grunting loudly with one hand firmly wrapped around your neck, the other gripping tightly onto your ass that already had a pink hand mark printed onto it, he was taking it all out on you. And you loved it, you loved getting slutted out like this in your own car, mouth open and strings of shameless moans dropping from it, your eyes squeezed shut as your sensitive cunt got continuously pummelled, juices dripping onto your car seats but neither of you cared for now.

Trust he already had you quivering and twitching beneath him in the first twenty minutes , but he wasn’t done yet. And if he wasn’t done then neither were you, no room for arguments on that the way he gripped your hair, firmly pulling it back as he leaned forward so your lips could meet in a sloppy kiss as his dick twitched inside your warm walls, filling you up with the warm substance for the third time now, you could feel him smile through the kiss. This was his happy place, and you loved making him happy.

Windows foggy, seats sticky and car shaking, your soft ass recoiling off his pelvis with every thrust giving him the round of applause he wanted but didn’t get from the crowd he had just left. You were clapping for him and only for him. This was the win he wanted. This was the only win he needed, to be able to fuck his beautiful girlfriend like this was better than a lot of things, and it definitely meant more to him than winning a boxing match, and he knew that now.

From completely seething to content, he was happy now. After cleaning you up and peppering your sore body with sweet kisses, he somehow manoeuvred your sleeping body into the passenger seat, driving your car home with you completely knocked out, a smug smirk playing on his lips as he glanced over to admire your sleeping form. 1-0 to Hamzah.

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Once again cos some slushy’s are doing far too much

“Hamzah and Claire are like brother and sister!” “Hamzah is a weirdo for dating Claire!” “They’re just friends”

…keep in mind the age gap is only three years… they both grown….we read imaginary smut about this man…pls give it up 🙏🏾

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Realest shit I’ve seen all day

any words on hamzahs story 😭

nope

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hamzahthefantastic X shy reader ! ROLLERSKATING WITH HAMZAH

・❥・ disclaimer/ cringe but cute. Fluff.

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Hamzah shows up at your house. He’s dressed casual, with dark wash baggy jeans and a grey hoodie. He’s wearing a gold necklace with your initial. It’s a regular outfit, but when you step outside and hold onto his hand, as he turns to look at you with his big eyes and permanent soft grin, you can’t help but turn away from his gaze.

“Baby… look at me,” Hamzah says low, putting his index finger underneath your chin, lightly moving your face towards him.

You slowly look up into his eyes. “Sorry, it’s just y—”

Hamzah cuts you off by capturing your lips in a soft kiss. His tongue swipes over your bottom lip, and you open your mouth a little more as Hamzah holds you tight by the waist, not letting go of you. As you guys pull back, he looks at you with a smile showing all his teeth.

“My bad, you just look too good, girl,” Hamzah says as he walks you guys to his car. He opens the passenger door for you and even takes his time to buckle you up, because he has to keep his sweet girl safe.

Once you guys arrive at the building, Hamzah parks and gets out quickly, running to your side to open your door.

“We have arrived, m’lady,” Hamzah says as he grabs your hand and helps you out the car.

“Thank you,” you say, holding onto him.

“No problem, baby. You know I gotchu.”

When you two get inside the building, it’s packed—kids running around, a birthday party happening, flashing lights, and loud music. The energy makes you even more excited. You’ve never skated with Hamzah before, and you’re nervous you’re gonna embarrass yourself. I mean, what if you fall?

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when Hamzah asks you a question.

“Babe, what size? I’m gonna go get the skates and meet you back at the table.”

You think for a second, you haven’t gone skating in a while, so you take a guess.

“Size 8 is good.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back.”

Hamzah walks off toward the skate counter. You wait for him, watching him in the distance, already missing his presence even though he’s only like 20 feet from you.

Hamzah comes back in just a few seconds and bends down to remove your shoes.

“Hamzah, I can put on my own skates.”

“I know you can, but when you’re with me, I take care of you, yeah?”

Hamzah stares up into your eyes and rises to give you a quick peck on the lips before proceeding to put on your other skate. After he’s finished, he quickly puts his on as well.

As Hamzah hooks onto you, practically dragging you over to the skating rink, his body buzzing with excitement—if he had a tail, it would be wagging right now. As you two step onto the floor, you stumble and fling your arms onto Hamzah’s shoulders, balancing on him.

“Woah, baby,” he says, holding you tightly as he slowly starts to move you two around the floor. The red, green, and blue lights are flashing onto his face, perfectly highlighting every feature.

“Hey, look forward. I don’t want you getting hurt. You can stare all you want later.”

“Oh shut up, I wasn’t staring.”

“Sureee. So what were you doing, hm?” Hamzah questions jokingly, turning to face you. His grin is even bigger—he knows you’re shy and get flushed easily. He does this on purpose; he likes seeing you crumble underneath him.

“Hey, are you hungry? ‘Cause I am. We should get food,” you quickly say, changing the subject and skating away from Hamzah.

Hamzah catches up with you… barely. When he gets to you, his breathing is slightly louder.

“What are we getting to eat? I’m thinking pizza and nachos,” Hamzah says, pulling out his wallet.

“You’ve got good taste, that’s exactly what I wanted too,” you say, smiling as you walk up to the counter. The worker takes your order and hands you a beeper.

You and Hamzah go back to the table, sitting across from each other.

“Y/n,” Hamzah says lowly, grabbing your hands.

“Yeah?” you respond, curious.

“You can look at me now.”

You look up, locking into his sparkling eyes, and everything in the background disappears. It’s all blurry—with Hamzah in the center, in full focus. His plump pink lips glisten with a sliver of sweat, from the heat, chasing after you, and the crowded building.

Your eyes trace over his sharp jawline, the overhead lighting casting shadows that highlight his features just right. Before you can say a word, after staring at him for an embarrassingly long time, the beeper starts to ring, a blinking red light catching your eye.

“Ouu, it’s done. Lemme go get it,” Hamzah says, getting up.

You watch him as he walks away, smiling to yourself.

You’re lucky to have him.

And he’s lucky to have you.

First post kinda nervousss this is kinda bad i wanted to finish TODAY to get something out yk i hope whoever reads this likes it i wanted people to request yk ill write anything. Also i take constructive criticism 💔💔 also these dividers are by @uzmacchiato - leiasandbar

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i am SICK and TIRED of social media au’s !!!

never thought i would say this because they’re usually some of my favorites but it feels like literally every other fic over the past few months is based around ig posts and texts messages like please it gets to a point 💔💔

on that note it feels like a lot of the work in the community is so repetitive, like i understand getting inspiration from other works but whenever i read a good fic within a week theres about 15 other people using the same plot and it completely takes over the whole tag with fics that just lack diversity 😭

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hii can u do a fic abt Mandy and yn pranking Martin and hamzah please 🙏🙏

Yess this would be so fun but could you be more specific?

Plus send in more requests pls guys my brains fried

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Nothing better than being darkskin

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ughh I love his hair 💖

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congratulations on 1 million!!!!!

via slushysource on insta

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COME BACK TO ME

Hamzah was yearning. He was tired. All he could do was question himself. Why. Why did he let such a rare gem like you go, why did he let you trickle right through his fingers like grains of sand which were once a sturdy castle. He was consumed by guilt. Anger. Grief.

He grieved your living form so badly he was occasionally reminded of your touch when the bitter biting wind touched upon his skin in the same way you used to, whispering in his ears the same way you used to, snaking through the layers of clothes he had on that were supposed to protect him from the cold, but it seemed he never wore enough layers to keep warm during the harsh Canadian winters.

All the memories of the good times seemed to fade, a dark mist clouding them. Were they really good times? He would ask himself, or was he just blinded by his love for you. Love. He loved you, you had claimed a piece of him he had sworn nobody could ever take, or even touch. You gave him a new purpose, a new mindset, just to strip it away from him without the grace of a warning.

How could you do something like that to him?

You snipped and tore apart every stitch he had keeping himself together, keeping him sane. And now he was here, lying alone in his bed night after night, the rhythmic ticking of the clock holding him hostage to the dark demons that only emerged at night, his thoughts. It was torturous, it kept him up for hours.

He used to have a schedule, he used to have energy to get up and live. Now, he was a shell of a man. He forced himself to get up, running off the three hours of sleep he had managed to get without the reoccurring pain of your face, your voice, the lack of your presence shooting a bullet through his skull.

You are much more than a memory to him , you are much more than the monster Hamzah wants to paint you as so badly in the vulgar words he uses when talking about you, like he’s trying to convince everyone around him he didn’t deserve what happened to him, he’s searching for someone who feels the same crippling hatred he posses for you, perhaps it would make him feel better to know that version of you exists in someone else’s mind.

But he can’t hate you. He could never hate you.

He can’t because he knows someone like you would never do that to him for no reason. You were too sweet, caring, humble. No matter how many cherished hours of sleep you deprive him of, no matter how his eyes seem to never dry, his soul weeping, everyday he wishes you’d appear again, like an old childhood show he thought he had imagined. He wants to feel the joy of rediscovering you again, hoping he’ll stumble upon you once more and resume the journey of love you once shared.

And that was the worst part.

He knew reality was too cruel and barbarous to treat him with such hopes. He knew you were now an unreachable figure that only existed in every crevice of his mind and the words he would speak of you now. He would never get you back, but that was all he really wanted. It was all he yearned for.

You would only come back to him in his fabricated dreams where he could mould and a shape you into whatever he wanted. It was perfect, until it wasn’t.

It was his escape from the viscous jaws of reality until he opened his tired eyes to be faced with another painful day, the conversation he had structured with only the memory of you lingering on his mind as he navigated his way through time and space. But it wasn’t real. He was spending more and more time alone, within his solitary mind fortress is where he could daydream the perfect version of you, where he could touch and hold you, speak to you about everything and anything.

It was the only place on earth where you would come back to him once again.

Sorry guys my period must be coming soon idk

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Pro Meg

Pro Cassie

Pro Halle

Pro Teyana

Pro Cardi

Pro women trying to overcome and I pray they heal and fuck anybody that questions what they’ve been through and “they made a choice.” Fuck you.

And fuck Shade Room and all these funky ass blogs that ya’ll frequent!

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Truth or dare?

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Roomate! Hamzah x fem! reader

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✶ You and your roommate Hamzah throw a house party in celebration of his channels milestones. But how long does it take for you to really learn why they call it “liquid courage”?

✶ Tags: MDNI,Rpf smut, Alcohol consumption, dry humping, cunnilingus (both ways lol), facials, panty stealing!

✶ A/n: guys this is the longest fic ive written so far!idk what happened i just kept going but i hope you enjoy. Also this is my first time writing smut so please lmk how it is <3

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Hamzah’s voice cut through the colorful cacophony of sound in your shared living room. The room was dressed up with streamers and balloons, almost every surface was covered with half empty solo cups and paper plates smeared with cake icing. The coffee table was the most cluttered, featuring a mangled cake that used to say “happy 900k”.

This party really was an excuse for you to get Hamzah to interact with other people in a casual setting again. You were close with him and loved his company of course but everyone needs a break after pouring so much into one project. The sun had long set at this point, the constant flow of drinks keeping the atmosphere warm and loose. There was an array of different liqueurs that was brought by your friends and goddamn was it being put to use.

Six people sat around the room, the merriment was palpable as they played a drinking game. You were honestly nervous when Martin suggested a drinking game, more nervous when he said “truth or dare”, but it was difficult to be uncomfortable in their friend group and you quickly relaxed as the game progressed. You played many rounds, torturing each other with dares and forced confessions.

You watched as it unfolded, Chase dared Martin to streak around the block in his boxers, which he did suspiciously eagerly. Martin dared Chase to do the same but he only laughed as he drank, saying his “sleeper build is gonna stay asleep”. Chase asked you to talk about the most embarrassing date you’ve had, you told them about when your date got so drunk he spoke about john wick for 40 minutes, berated the waitress for not bringing a drink he didn’t ask for and then proceeded to throw up on both of you. They couldn’t help but to laugh as you hung your head “Its not funny guys they kicked us out and i had to drive him home…”

You dared Claire to call her mom on speaker and watched as she grimaced when her mom said hi to only Hamzah and then yapped for 10 more minutes. Mandy took a huge swig when Claire asked her if she used her horny sims mod to “digitally cuck” herself. Mandy dared Hamzah to dm his crush in Instagram, but forced him to take a drink when he turned his phone to everyone. The screen brandished a “wyd” text to Duke Dennis.

“He’s gonna start thinking you’re being serious if you keep this shit up” you said through the laughter of everyone.

It went downhill fast as everybody watched Hamzah prepare his dare for Martin. He sauntered around the room, pouring each warm half drunk drink into one red cup. Everyone watched in horror as he stood above the mangled cake and plopped a hefty amount into the discolored mixture.

“For my noob in crime, i’ve created The Slush(tm).” He announced as he swung the cup low enough for everyone to see the devious concoction. He handed it to Martin, who paled as he looked down at a cake iceberg in a poison sea.

“That looks like dishwater…” Mandy spoke bluntly from beside him.

“Can you not say that right before i have to drink it? Please?” Martin pleaded, it was evident he was fighting with himself. The room stilled as you watched him take a deep breath, in through the nose, out through the mouth. Everyone shared his grimace as he forced the cup to his lips, tipping it back before yanking it from his lips.

He gulped, then he chewed.

Time stilled as you all watched his expression fall to one of complete remorse, he pried his mouth open to barely squeak out.

“…s-so chunky…..”

You couldn’t stop yourself from gagging comically loud in response to his soggy voice, but then he really gagged, then wretched so hard his body shook. He was gone from the room soon after, racing out the room with Mandy close behind.

“ Don’t feel bad, he was probably gonna throw up anyway” Claire patted you on the shoulder tenderly

“That was fuckin’ hilarious though”

Mandy eventually came back in the room, explaining it was Martin’s ‘bedtime’ now and they had to leave. You said your Goodbyes and it wasn’t long until Chase and Claire did the same. This left you and Hamzah in the after math alone.

You both sat at opposite sides of the couch, he scrolled on his phone, presumably changing the music as the speaker played a more mellow, bass-y song. You briefly rode the waves of the alcohol rushing through your veins, but forced yourself to a standing position anyway. Hamzah didn’t look up from his phone as you left or when you came back with a black trash bag. Only saying something when your back was turned, tossing empty cups and plates into the plastic bag.

“Ugh, how are you already cleaning? party’s not even over yet”

“Seems pretty done to me” You gestured to the empty room, swaying closer to the coffee table to pick up scattered paper plates.

“Nah, we can still have plenty of fun.” His voice barely dropped, drawing out each word.

Even sober you couldn’t help but to think about how attractive Hamzah really was, many times you had to ignore how his morning voice made you feel when he sleepily offered you a coffee in the earliest mornings. It wasn’t any easier now that the warmth of the booze kept you chatty. His words sent a particular chill you couldn’t help but chase

“Well, what do you have in mind?” You stood closer to the couch now, one hand on your hip as you looked down at him, garbage bag briefly forgotten. You watched as he pulled himself to the center of the couch, tossing his phone somewhere nearby.

“Let’s keep playing truth or dare.” He pat the couch beside him, welcoming you to sit again. You plopped down next to him, not ignoring how the space between you had shrunk to almost nothing

“Ok, i didn’t want to clean anyway” you slouched into the couch, watching his expression as he asked you

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth”

“What were you thinking when i shaved my head” He said plainly

“Honestly I thought you were having a Britney spears moment” You said, laughing for a second before turning to look at the grown out blonde he sported now.

“But the blonde looks really good on you, even now” You brought your hand up to his hair before you thought to stop yourself, finger twirling the golden hair, just long enough to barely curl now. You only pulled away when you met his tipsy gaze, parted lips barely turned up, like he was secretly enjoying the contact.

“Truth or dare?” You stuttered, bringing your hand back to yourself.

“Truth”

You thought to yourself for a moment, not fully sure of what to ask him before copying Mandy’s turn.

“Why didn’t you dm your ‘crush’ when everyone was here”

Hamzah’s face fell as you finished your sentence, but he chuckled as he spoke.

“Why you wanna know? Worried i’m gonna start bringing some girl around?” He picked up the remnants of his drink, swirling the melted ice as he took a sip.

“Nah, just wanted to see if you would drink again…” There was a heavy pause as you watched Hamzah almost hide behind the red cup, eyes skirting up and down you as you sat upright, head barely tilted to smirk at him.

“Truth or dare” His voice vibrated lowly now.

“Dare” You leaned in as you said it, an obvious challenge, there was a certain lack of anxiety in your body as you taunted him.

“Dare you to sit a little closer to me…”

He leaned back into the couch, elbows resting on the backside as he glanced to the barely empty space beside him. You looked at the tiny gap between you too before sliding across the couch, pulling your warm thighs flush against his. There was no stopping the bashful smile that blessed your lips when you looked up at his brown eyes.

“Why don’t you get a little closer”

“Well, how much closer you want me to get?” You sighed through a coy smile, shaking your head as you tossed your knees over his lap. He only took that as a challenge, Hoisting your hips onto his lap and having you sit on him fully. If you hadn’t been drinking all night the reality of the situation would have you shaken like a puppy, but the heat kept a confident version of yourself at the forefront. You crossed your legs over his, folded hands in your lap as you looked at him.

“so..” You chided,

“…Truth or dare”

“Dare” His hand stroked your back as he looked at you with lidded eyes, hands dancing against the warm ruffles of the zip sweater you wore.

“Dare you to take your shirt off”

He couldn’t stifle the smile unfolding across his face, he pulled away from you just long enough to tug his long sleeve shirt off. You stole a long glance at him as he pulled his shirt off, the smooth expanse of his toned torso exposed as he pulled the cloth over his head. You felt your body heat up at the view of his bare arms, still toned from the boxing match he trained for, hoped he didn’t notice the way your legs clenched together when he tossed his shirt on the other side of the couch. He looked up at you, cockier now, leaning back on the couch, you let your eyes wander up and down his skin.

“Truth or dare”

This time you really thought about your answer, you knew he was getting worked up, a heated glint shone through his eyes as his hand skirted across your shoulder. If you chose dare, you know he’s gonna push you further, and you might get carried away with yourself. You wanted to tease him as much as you could while this moment lasted.

“Truth”

His eyebrows barely shot up, clearly surprised with your response. You watched as he paused, seemingly thinking of a response.

“What’d you think of the boxing match, huh?”

“hmmm…” You turned your back to him, lost in a faux thought, pretending like you haven’t thought plenty about how his shirts got tighter and tighter around his arms as he trained for the fight. The silence settled thick in the air for a moment, he fiddled with the strings hanging off the front of your hoodie, waiting patiently to hear your voice.

“Well, it definitely didn’t surprise me when you won, i saw all the training you put in…”

How could you forget how he would routinely come home from the gym or a jog, buzzed hair slicked with sweat and biceps glistening in the sun. Or when you would knock on his door and he would answer mid workout, emerging from his dim room to look down at you, chest heaving impossibly hard from the pushups he forced himself through.

“Thats all? You think i should keep up with the work or nah?” he asked from behind you, you shied away from him as he trapped you in his arms, chin resting on your shoulder now.

“mmm, i mean… i can’t say you don’t look good” you turned your head towards his now. Your faces impossibly close to each other, sharing breath as you studied his face.

“But i personally loved when you had some more weight on you…” You turned back away from him, unable to hold your tongue.

“Really??” You could hear the shock in his voice as he laughed incredulously, shaking his head as he sat back against the couch.

“Yeah but i mean.. you look good either way” you could tell you were speaking a little too much but couldn’t stop the thoughts from spilling out. When you didn’t hear another response from him you spoke.

“Go again, i cant think of anything” He didn’t see the smile that crossed your face as you waved a hand over your shoulder at him.

“hmmmm” Hamzah hummed, rumbling your body as he leaned into you again, bare body flush with the cotton fabric covering you.

“Can i…” His voice wandered off but his hands slid under your sweater, his fingers played with the fabric of your cropped tee.

“Can you what? Thought we were playing a game.” You goaded him into speaking, never pulling his wandering hands away from your clothed torso.

“Dare you to let me.. you know…” His voice trailed off as his hands slipped under the hem of your shirt. fingertips kissing the skin of your soft belly, drifting closer to the fabric of your bra.

“I’m not sure what you mean-” You’re sure he can hear the smile in your voice, relishing in the feeling of having him tongue tied, following his fingers with yours as he felt up any skin he could get his hands on.

“I wanna feel you up baby, can I?” His voice was unwavering, sent shock waves through you straight to your warm core. Hamzah sounded tenacious but you could tell he was growing impatient, that didn’t stop you from pushing him farther.

“ I don’t know, think id rather drink…” leaning forward against his knees, you moved like you were reaching for your drink but stopped when you heard him sputtering.

“Huh- bu… just for like… twenty seconds…”

“twenty seconds, huh?” giggle slipping through the air as you peeked over your shoulder, caught the breathless look on Hamzahs face as he stared at where your clothed bodies met. He didn’t get shy when you caught him staring, only smirking up at you crookedly like he was drunk on your company only.

“You gotta, Its a dare” He pulled his hands away from you, tilting them up and shrugging like the situation was out of his hands.

“Fine, but only twenty seconds, and keep it over the bra.”

“Whatever you say” He didnt waste a second, his hands slithering through the layers of your outfit till he felt the warmth of you again. Slow drawings over the waist band of your bra tickled your skin as he inched closer to your heart. You sucked in a breath when his palms finally dragged over the lacy cups of your bra, leaned into his hands when he groped you fully, feeling the weight of you in his hold. It grew harder to hold back whimpers as he fondled your breasts, You tipped you head back and shuddered when his thumbs roughly dragged over your covered nipples. He stole the chance to graze his soft lips at your exposed neck, hands picking up in intensity as you struggled to keep your breathing steady.

Twenty seconds pass.

Then twenty more…

And twenty more……

Yet you didn’t dare tell Hamzah to stop his ministrations as he pinched at your covered nipples, applying as much pleasure as he could through the fabric. You lost yourself in the consuming feeling, letting soft moans slip past your lips as he nuzzled into your shoulder. You didn’t realize the way your hips rocked and twitched against him with every squeeze until one hand slipped off your tit to grip your hip, grounding you. He flattened the other hand against your pounding heart, pulling you deeper into his embrace.

“That was definitely longer than twenty seconds ” He purred into your ear, you could hear the smile in his voice as he reveled in the way you struggled to keep your composure. You prayed he didn’t comment on how long you let him toy with you, even now, the stillness of his hands had you aching for much more. But Hamzah would never let an opportunity to tease you go.

“You dare me to stop?” He whispered, low voice in your ear as he slowly played with the bottom band of your bra, barely brushing the sensitive skin hidden from him. No matter how hard you wanted to control the moment, you felt your will melting under his fingers.

“Please don’t….”

Something changed after those words, you slipped off the hoodie you were wearing, leaving you in a tee shirt and sweats. Hamzas hands groped at the soft skin through the shirt, any timidness thrown out the window as his hands wandered your body. You leaned into his hot touch, head tipping back into him, he pressed silky kisses from your shoulder to your ear. Each kiss was blissful, every touch sent waves of pleasure rippling through your skin, you couldn’t help the breathless pleas falling from your lips.

“Turn around for me baby, need to see that pretty face.”

His hands were already on your hips, turning you in his lap so you faced each other. If you were more sober you would’ve felt more exposed now that you could watch as he undressed you with his eyes, But the sight was so invigorating that you only wanted more and more. He gawked as your hand trailed to the hem of your shirt, your thumb hooked the bottom and you watched his eyes fixated as you peeled your shirt higher and higher. Large hands squeezed your sides as you revealed more skin, bunching the shirt around your chin and exposing the lacy bra concealed under cotton.

“Damn sitting pretty all for me, huh?” Hamzah couldn’t resist bringing his hands back to your chest, watching your face contort as he bunched the lacy fabric under his palm. You couldn’t help but to push your hips deeper into him, in pursuit of any friction he could give you. Whimpers slipping out as you felt the effects of your little game on him. You could tell his resolve was slipping when his heavy breaths turned to deep grunts, hands smoothing over your back as he pulled you impossibly closer.

Normally you’d be feeling crazy right now, the heat in his words, the way he chased any contact with you, his heavy breath on your skin would’ve had you flustered and running in embarrassment. Normally you would’ve thought about how you would have to live with him still after this, see his face in the tired early morning and late nights. You would’ve questioned how the hell you were going to look him in the eye and not think of the electric feeling of his hands on you, or see the way his eyes devoured your body. But now, with empty cups littering every surface around you couldn’t think of anything past the way his hips chased yours with every stuttering movement.

“Dare you to take this off for me.” Hamzah’s hands played with the hooks of your bra and for the first time tonight you hesitated. Insecurity rushed through you now, the idea of him really seeing you seemed a little too real now. He felt a little out of your league, it was hard not to compare yourself to the girls you had seen thrown themselves at him. There wasn’t much time for you to sink into the thought as Hamzah’s voice cut through the silence.

“You’re not getting shy on me now, are you?”

He pulled back to meet your gaze, when you couldn’t take the fire of his eyes on you, your eyes fell to the smooth skin of his chest. Toned pecs rising and falling as his hands dragged down your sides, sending goosebumps down your skin as he gripped your hips. He pushed his hips into you, tugging you into him at the same time. Huffing out a moan, you braced yourself on his shoulders, nails gripping the muscled skin for stability as he rolled your clothed bodies together. Even through multiple layers of clothes you could feel his hardness under you, pressing into your hot core repeatedly.

“cmon, cant you feel what you’re doing to me, hmm?” His words went straight to your pussy, clenching around nothing every time his bulge would rub against your covered clit.

“s’not fair to work me up like this, then hide your pretty body from me…” His words were making you feel dizzy, the feeling of you bodies molding together driving you mad. Any attempt to think of anything but him was squashed with every syllable and movement from him. His hooded eyes never left your face, drinking up the way your plush lips parted to let shuddery breaths slip by. His eyes were trained on yours as you lifted your bunched shirt off your head, his eyes took in your body as you pulled it over your head. You snuck a hand behind your back to unhook your bra, he watched as the straps loosened and you slipped them off your shoulders. You moved slow like syrup, relishing in every little reaction from him as you snaked your bra off your shoulders.

“Fuck… look so perfect for me….” His hands smoothed up your stomach to your bare tits, kneading them in his hands. His thumbs found your pebbled nipples, you tipped your head back in ecstasy as he rolled them in his fingers. He brought his mouth to your exposed neck, placing tender kisses under your chin,on your racing pulse, on your collarbone, trailing lower until he felt the rapid beating of your heart under your skin.

“haah… hamzahh…” He hummed against your chest, brown eyes rising to look up at you, he smiled when he saw how you looked, how you sighed anytime his fingers flicked against your nipple. The feeling of him harshly rubbing against your core left you breathless, you could only dumbly watch as he pulled back from kissing your chest to lick a chaste stripe across your nipple. You flinched at the quick sensation , he watched as your nipple reacted to the cool wetness, growing firmer before he licked again, swirling his tongue around the nub before taking it between his lips.

His brow furrowed as your hips bucked into him, moaning into the air as you rocked roughly into his bulge. You reached in between yourselves to reach your hand past the band of his boxers, felt him groan against your chest when your fingers brushed against him. Growing impatient, you pushed him against the couch, standing in front of him to peel your own sweat pants off, climbing back on him before he can get his pants past his knees. You pouted, bringing your face close to his, wondering why he hadnt dared you to kiss him yet! He must’ve read your expression well enough because before long he gripped your jaw and closed the distance between you two.

The kiss completely threw you off, he was slow and intentional, taking his time like he wanted to savor each touch. He held you close as you moved against him, your underwear wasn’t doing much to stifle the way he throbbed every time you softly mewled under him. As you grew more desperate he began to loose whatever bits of composure he had left, he pinched at your nipples harder as you humped his clothed dick. Moaning into his mouth, he took the chance to trace your lip with his tongue before the kiss turned deliciously sloppy.

One hand slowly drifted off your breast, trailing down your torso with a feather light touch and giving you goose bumps. Hamzah brought his fingers to brush up against your clothed pussy, wet lace sticking to your puffy core. You broke away from him to whimper when he pushed against your neglected clit, pushing back and forth between the warm fabric. He hooked one finger in the lace, tugging it to the side to finally slide his finger through your slick folds.

“Damn baby, what’s got you so worked up, huh?” He pet your silky core, satisfied with the pathetic twitches and moans every time he brushed against your sensitive bud.

“Barely touched you and you’re already so wet”

“Please, Hamzahh… i cant take it anymore….” You whispered, grabbing at the wrist working between you, not to move it away, but inch it closer to you. He was purposely light with his fingertips, tapping your clit before dipping between your slick folds leisurely. He coos at your pleas, mocking your pouted expression, before resting his hand on your back and leading you to lay flat on the couch.

Hamzah lied above you, the weight of him pressing you into the plush couch grounded you. He never broke eye contact as he hooked his finger into the band of your panties. He started sliding them off before pausing, asking silent permission with his eyes. You lifted your hips, a silent admission, and he pulled them off your legs, tossing them somewhere nearby.

He sat back on his knees, eating up how you were displayed under him. Shaky legs wrapped around his hips, the way you pushed your face into the cushions, shying away from his gaze. He dragged a hand up your leg from your knee to your core, using his thumb to pull open your wet pussy. Hamzah watched your hips buck in the empty air, pussy clenching against nothing, just begging to be touched.

His thumb finally moved to pet your clit, eyes rolling to the back of your head with every circle he drew. You pushed your hips in rhythm with his hands, whimpering as your hips rocked into the patterns he drew on your pussy. His free hand went back to grope at your nipple, reaching for any part of your supple flesh he could reach. Then he switched the tempo, speeding up his rough pace until you were on the edge, then switched back to slow languid strokes. Your legs shook with every change, breathing knocked out of your chest everytime he pushed you impossibly closer to the edge.

“hufff… ffuck hamzahh, please….”

Hamzah leaned his weight into you, lips kissing at your collar bone and moving up. You could feel his smirk against the hammering pulse in your neck. He sucked and nipped at the flesh of your neck as he dragged his middle finger through your wetness, barely dipping into you. He licked a stripe from your neck to the lobe of your ear, biting down in time with the plunge of his long finger. You couldn’t tell if the gasp you let rip through you was more from the shock of the bite or the stretch of his deft fingers.

It wasn’t long before he was pumping his finger into you, kissing you roughly like a man starved. He swallowed your moan as he slipped another finger into you, petting your walls in search of the spot that made you squirm the most. His pace was relentless, the dirty sound of his palm against your wet pussy filled the room. You clawed at his back, breaking from the kiss to fill your starved lungs with air. The way he looked down at you, hooded eyes and roused hair, it had you shying into the pillow under you. You heard a soft chuckle above you, his hands slowing as he leaned back against your ear and lowly whispered.

“Wanna eat you out baby”

His fingers drew circles around your clit.

“bet you taste so fuckin good…”

They dipped inside chastely, reaching deeper than you ever could. He dragged them out, reaching towards your parted lips. you didn’t hesitate to open up, lapping up the juices coating his fingers. His eyes darkened as your lips wrapped around his fingers, working well to not miss a spot, eyes closed as you moaned around his knuckles. He retreated his fingers to move down your body, never breaking eye contact as he kissed down to where you needed him most.

He pressed a kiss to your pelvis, looking up at you with those brown eyes like he wasn’t teasing you to the edge of your life. Your hips twitched when he pressed a firm kiss right over your throbbing clit and shuddered as he licked a stripe up your sopping pussy. He latched onto your clit, sucking and swirling his tongue around the slick pearl. Your hands grabbed fistfuls of soft blond curls, you couldn’t help the string of curses and whines as he lapped at your core.

He watched as your eyebrows knit together when he fingered you open, bucking into his mouth as he fucked you on his hand. His free hand hooked under your knee, bringing your other leg over his shoulder and spreading your legs wide to stop you from wildly kicking as you were. The burning knot in your stomach grew as he flicked his tongue over your clit, panting heavy as you tugged on his short hair. He moaned around your pussy at the feeling of your shaky hands. The vibration only made you pull harder, his eyes clamped shut, a pathetic whimper slipping through him, you felt the couch shift under you.

You pried your heavy head off the couch to look down at him. Ombre curls stuck to his forehead, his eyes were glued shut as his mouth worked against your pussy. Then you saw the way his hips shifted under him, the sight of him humping the couch under him like a damn dog in heat. The thought that bringing you pleasure had him so worked up, you pulsed against his fingers. You practically rode his face, his fingers pumped out of you faster and faster, the lewd squelch noises filled the room. His fingers curved inside you, hitting the spot that had your toes curling.

“hooh fuck! wait- unff i’m gonna cum…”

Hamzah finally looked up at your figure again, shaking legs tensing as you pushed your palm flat against his head, trying to push his mouth away from where he was latched onto you. He never slowed down though, only spurred on by the way you fought your own orgasm.

“cum im my mouth, baby”

He spoke against your pussy, fingers abusing that spot inside you.

“cmon, wanna taste you”

You felt the familiar buildup, Hamzah’s praises only pushing you over the edge. You called out his name as your orgasm ripped through you, waves of pleasure knocking the air out of you as he made out with your pussy. Stars filled your vision as you chanted his name like a mantra, hips bucking against his face. He groaned around your pussy as he fucked you through each burst of pleasure, only slowing when you started running from the over stimulation.

He slid off you with a loud pop, smoothing his hands across your thighs as he moved up your body, leaning down to kiss you tenderly. The taste of you coated your tongue as he held your chin in his fingers, this kiss was much slower, dizzying in the way it had you feeling. Even in your hazy afterglow you reach for his boxers, palming his hard dick through the thin fabric. You broke the kiss to look in his eyes, could tell he was pent up by the way the simple touch had his eyes fluttering back.

The sound of his muffled groans spurred you on, giving you the energy to push him down to sit on the couch. you kissed his swollen lips, palming him through black boxers, then brought your lips to his ear.

“can i repay you?”

Your sultry voice sent goosebumps to his arms, fingers barely slipping past the fabric of his boxers. It amazed you to see how he went from talking you through your orgasm so confidently to how he looked now, only nodding dumbly as you palmed him in his boxers. You pulled him into a sloppy kiss as you finally tugged him out of his constrained briefs, the weight of him heavy as you slowly stroked in time with the kiss. If you weren’t feeling so impatient you would’ve relished in the whines slipping out of him every time your fingers rolled over his tip, but you couldn’t stop yourself from pulling away from him to kneel in front of him.

Hamzah’s chest heaved as he looked down at you, mouth agape as you smoothed your hands over his thighs. Feeling the way they tensed as your hands tugged his boxers down his legs, hard cock slapping against his stomach before you grabbed the base. His eyes were glued to your face as you slowly stroked him, he couldn’t help but to push his hips into the slow motion you had set up. You traced his veins with your thumb, his head tipped back against the couch when you gathered the slick pooling at his tip.

You licked your lips as you stroked him from tip to base, it didn’t take much before he was melting in your hands. You witnessed how he squirmed under you as you twisted your wrist around his sensitive tip, speeding up until he was gripping the couch under him.

“haah…. aaah fuck soo… so good…”

Your mouth watered at the sight of him losing control under your touch, the feeling of him throbbing in your hand had you biting your lip. You looked up at him through your lashes, smiling like you weren’t absolutely ruining him. He was babbling praises so quietly it seemed almost more for himself than for you. Hamzah’s thighs contracted under your hand when you pressed a long wet kiss to where his head met his shaft, he could only shutter as you look at him with wide eyes.

“Truth or dare, hamzah”

“whu- huh? i- aah-“

A moan cut off his response as you licked a stripe up his shaft, tracing his veins with your tongue until you reached the smooth tip. It was impossible for him to think straight when you wrapped your glossy lips around the head, pressing a soft kiss around his slit. He only mustered a response when you slowed, waiting for your answer.

“T-Truth…”

“Have you thought about me like this before?”

You stroked him faster now, watching as he fought to breathe long enough to give you a response.

“ F-fuck I…”

Any attempt to think about anything but you was futile, he would say anything right now if it meant you would put your mouth on him again.

“ uff… i- i do….”

“Oh yeah, tell me what you think about.”

You dragged your tongue across his twitching tip, eyes locked on his scrunched face as he groaned over you.

“ I- ughh… think about this…”

He huffed out as you alternated kisses and kitten licks against his throbbing dick.

“Think about your pretty face all the time baby- shit, s’all i need…”

You swirled your tongue around the tip, inching it farther in as his mouth continued to run.

“… hufffuckk… if you knew, unff- what i was thinking half the time…”

A moan slipped out of you, he nearly shouted at the feeling of your lips vibrating around him. His hands shot to rest in your soft hair.

“im sorry… but its not fair when you walk around looking like that…”

His hand fell to your wet chin, spit dripping out the corners of your mouth as you stroked any part of him that wasn’t in your mouth. He pulled you off his dick slowly, you hollowed your cheeks as you dragged out your contact. Hamzahs thumb dragged across your bottom lip as you rested your cheek in his hand, catching your breath as he looked down at you.

“how could i not think of fucking these pretty lips, huh?”

You stuck out your tongue, letting him slap his cock against the wet muscle, his hands gripped your hair more firmly now, rubbing his dick messily against his favorite part of you. He guided his tip to your open mouth, he didn’t bother to stifle the loud groan as you slid down his length, inch by inch until a tear rolled down your cheek.

“ So much better than i imagined too, fuck you’re driving me crazy…”

You could feel yourself getting worked up again as he went on. You slipped a hand between your legs, hoping Hamzah wouldn’t see how desperate his words were making you feel. He guided your head to a steady rhythm, fucking as deep into your throat as you could take. The sloppy noises from the way you worked him filled the room as you swirled your own fingers around your sensitive clit. He hissed when you moaned with him deep in your mouth, fistfuls of hair as he tried not to thrust too roughly into your throat. The salty taste of him had your pussy dripping, your second orgasm barreling towards you.

“Its true baby, i’m obsessed with you”

His pace got faster, unable to stop himself from using you for his pleasure. He looked absolutely destroyed, mouth hanging open as he pushed you deeper on his cock.

“obsessed with those pretty lips of yours, sweetheart.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as a second orgasm ripped through you, his constant praises pushing you over the edge. Hamzahs pace didn’t stutter, too busy chasing his own peak to fully realize anything. You could tell he was on the brink by the way he throbbed against your tongue, balls pulsing when you fondled them.

“Shiiitt… so fuckin close… can i-“

You popped off of him, stroking his wet dick as you looked up at him, panting.

“cum for me, Hamzah.”

The sound of your hand sliding against him was almost too much, nearly louder than the sound of Hamzah whimpering over you.

“Wanna cum on your pretty face, sweetheart…”

He’s lost any shame as he quivered under your rough touch, moaning like a virgin as his hips chased your hand.

“pleasee”

How could you deny such a pretty face? you took him down your throat, nose ticking his pelvis as you gagged around his length. It wasn’t long before he tugged you off his throbbing cock, borderline wailing as he pumped his dick against your open mouth. One hand held you steady under the jaw, the other set a brutal pace on his dick. He shook as he painted your cheeks, warm cum spurting against your tongue and flushed face. You kissed his tip as he worked through his high. He shuddered when you slipped it back in your mouth, making sure to suck every drop from him before he was pulling you off by the hair.

There was a moment where you both stared at each other, chests heaving as you paused to catch your breath. Hamzah was the first to speak after a long moment, he looked at you fixated before breaking the silence first.

“Truth or dare?”

Hamzah felt the pounding in his head long before he opened his eyes. He groaned as he slapped at the sheets, each movement sent a painful throb through his head as he searched for his phone. Judging by the way the light was flooding into his bedroom he could tell he had slept in. Finally he felt the rectangular edge in the pocket of his sweat pants, he reached into his pocket to fish out hs phone but stopped in his tracks when he saw what slipped out with it.

A pair of lacy panties were caught on the corner of his phone. His brows furrowed as he tried to remember how his night ended last night, the more he thought about it the more came back to him. He unlocked his phone and his face immediately paled, eyebrows shooting to his hairline when he saw the last thing he was looking at last night.

A picture of you taken from above, his hand cradling your face as you looked at the camera with the most fucked out face. Cum was dripping down your cheek and coated your swollen lips. It was the hottest picture he’s ever seen, the angle getting a perfect view of your bare tits and your big eyes looking straight into the camera. His dick was twitching just looking at it.

He went back to your lacy underwear , holding them in front of his face like he couldn’t believe they were actually there. He knew it wasn’t right but he shoved them deep back into his pocket. He thanked whatever god allowed him to get a picture of you like this, but in the same breath he cursed them, because

How in the hell was he going to look you in the eye now?

𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹

A/n: First hamzah fic + first smut fic how we feeling yall (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞