#hakim ziyech is back ....

[amelmajrii]

[holymountdias]

Jealousy

Hakim Ziyech x (fem)reader

Summary: One of Hakim's men gets a bit friendly with you and he doesn't like it

Word count: 6542

Notes: fluff, smutt

knock knock

"Who is it?" 

You open the door slightly, just so you can slip your head through the gap and look at your fiance Hakim who was sitting behind his desk, as he currently was having a meeting with some men that looked unfamiliar to you. Hakim held a serious yet angry expression on his face, probably expecting one of his men to be behind the door but his features immediately softened when he saw that it's you.

"Hey it's me, sorry to interrupt, can I talk to you for a second" your tell  him softly, feeling slightly awkward that you disturbed them.

He immediately gets up from his desk and excuses himself as he follows you outside his office. Oncw the door closes behind him, he slowly reaches out to hold you by the waist while his eyes are searching for yours, in his effort to figure out wether something wrong has happened to you. Like always you can't suppress your smile when he does small things like this; feeling your chest swell from all the sweet feelings this man gives to you on the daily. 

"Is something wrong?" he asks quietly as he lifts up his hand to push a strand of hair that fell in front of your face behind your ear. 

"No, nothing wrong" you chuckle a little at his worried expression "I just wanted to tell you that I'm going to the mall so that you don't get worried if you don't find me here." you answer honestly.

A small sigh falls past through his lips, feeling uncomfortable with the fact that you wanted to go out while he is busy and won’t  be able to accompany you to make sure of your protection. Usually, back when your relationship was still a secret he would just have some of his men follow you around wherever you went, but now that you had gotten engaged and every enemy of his knew about you, your life was in constant danger so he was even more worried about your protection when you are in public. 

You know how dangerous Hakim's daily life is and what danger your life was brought in once you agreed to marry him but you want to risk it all because he proved you many times that he is worth it. So you complied with his wish to be more restricted at home, at least for the first few months. Nevertheless he knows that he can't just deprive you of your freedom and it's been a few weeks since you last left the house and you needed some fresh air. 

After a few seconds of thinking, he brushes off his anxious thoughts and nods at your words before kissing your forehead softly.

"But I'm going to have my men come with you to make sure nothing happens to you." he tells you in a serious tone this time but you honestly can’t even notice since his hands keep touching you affectionately in every way he could think of. 

"Yeah, I don't mind, at least Rudi will be there and he is always fun to hang out with" you let out a small giggle as you thought of Hakim's second in command.

He always does funny things while watching over you. When you first met him he was mostly quiet and would have a blank expression on his face, which made you very uncomfortable and low-key afraid of him since you didn't know him, but thankfully he trusted you enough to show you his true self eventually, although your serious relationship with his boss and also best friend helped a lot with that as well. 

You then notice how Hakims face turns into a frown. "Rudi has some business to deal with sweetheart I'm sorry, but none of the rest of the men will talk to you or make you uncomfortable in the slightest way. I will tell them to give you some space, while you do your shopping so that you can enjoy more of yourself there." He replies while cupping your face to bring your slightly frowned face closer to his. "I'm sorry, baby I wish I could come with you but i have these bastards to deal with and it will take some time." 

You press your lips together to hold your laugh back as you shake your head to reassure him that you are fine with it. "No, it's alright, I promise" you tell him softly, as your hands are playing with the buttons on his shirt. 

He then moves one of your hands towards his face to kiss the back of it before interlocking your fingers but doesn't really stop there as he quickly leans into you to press his lips against yours passionately this time. 

You smile into the kiss and your lips respond with the same desire. Your heads tilt, yearning to get more of each other in seconds with your tongues swirling together. You nibble and bite onto his lower lip as your hands are wondering all over his torso when they finally land on top of his belt which you soon pull forward in order to make his body crash completely against yours. 

Hakim groans into your mouth feeling his cock harden by your sudden move. He feels intoxicated at that moment, having all of you against him as he tastes and sucks on your tongue and lips; he wants to have you right then and there but before he can make any other move, he feels your palms on his chest pushing him back and breaking the kiss between you too. 

Deep breaths start escaping you both while trying to recover from the luck of oxygen due to your heated moement but Hakim soon proceeds to kiss you again which you prevent by placing your finger on his lips. You feel his mouth moving under your touch and notice how it has shifted into a smirk when he then takes a hold of your hand and pecks the back of it once again. 

"Dont be late" he says with a serious voice while he is eyeing you like a hunter would his prey.

"Yes Sir" you answer him teasingly while you are looking him straight in the eyes and you can see how much that name affects him everytime you use it.

"Get ready, my men will be waiting for you outside with the car. Kepa will be the one that comes with you at all places so if you need something you tell him or call me if something is wrong" you nodded in agreement and you peck his lips one more time before you leave him. 

When you finally step out of the mansion you come into view with two black cars parked right in front of the mansion's stairs and a young man in a suit leaning against the front car who you soon realize is staring at you. You quickly go down the stairs and stand in front of him as he quickly greets you formally. 

"Are you ready to leave miss?"he asks you politely and you hum in agreement while smiling lightly. He soon guides you inside the car and after getting in himself in the passengers seat the car starts moving. 

The walk in the shopping center ended up being quite nice. After so many weeks of staying inside the house, it felt good to be out. You knew that Hakim is only doing it for your protection and you trust him with your life, but now that you finally went out, you can't imagine yourself being locked up inside again, so you make a mental note to talk to Hakim about it. 

Kepa surprisingly was a nice addition to your little trip as well. Sure, he isn't the most talkative person; he will address you only when you speak to him first, which you suspect that is because of Hakim's orders, but it's definitely better than being all alone or in the worst case homebound. 

He was really respectful too; he was always leaving you enough room to do things on your own, his presence didn't make you feel restricted either, like the way of having someone above your head watching your every move as if you were about to do something wrong. In general you enjoyed being a part of the outside world once again and what made you more excited about it, is the new clothes and especially the new set of lingerie that you got to buy. 

When you finally decide to go home, it was the early hours of the afternoon, which you surely aren't mad about as you spent almost half of your day shopping, but you knew someone who probably is. Kepa is quick to take care of your bags in the car and you are soon back on the road on your way home.

Once you arrive he opens your side door to guide you out of the vehicle, but right when you step out, you move around to get your bags from the seats. While slightly bending forward, you feel Kepa's body right behind you; one of his hands is placed right behind your waist while he moves your hands away from the bags with his other one.

"Allow me, Miss" you hear him say right next to you, but you couldn't really move to look at him at that moment, your positions left no gap between you too while he had his hand on your waist. You didn't know if you should move or not, too afraid that somehow you are going to end up in more awkward position but thankfully he was fast enough to grab everything and move out of your way. 

You stand up straight again with a flustered expression on your face which doesn't go unnoticed by Kepa who immediately frowns at the thought that he made you uncomfortable by his action. It isn't just the fact that Hakim would probably have his head stuck on a pole if he knew about it, but also that he really likes you as a person and the thought of him doing something wrong towards you doesn't sit well with him. 

"I'm really sorry Y/n, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I should have probably waited until you moved away first." 

You immediately shake your head in disagreement "Oh no no, it's alright, I was just a bit surprised that's all, I promise" you try to assure him and after nodding at you he starts heading up the stairs while carrying your bags. You walk alongside him but the atmosphere feels too awkward at that moment and you feel guilty for it so you decide to do something. 

As you walk up the stairs you elbow his arm playfully in order to catch his attention and he turns to look at you in wonder. "You should call me by my name more, I hate it when people talk to me formally, it's annoying and it makes me feel old" you chuckle lightly but you notice how his brows are furrowed as if he is thinking what you mean but soon his eyes widen in realization making him stop in his tracks 

"Fuck, oh shoot, I'm really sorry Miss, I shouldn't have called you by your name. Boss would kill me if he knew." he says anxiously while catching up with you on the stairs again. "Well that's true, but I won't tell him." you say playfully hoping that it will help easing out the uncomfortable atmosphere between you two. 

When you finally reach the top of the stairs you grab his arm lightly to make him turn around to look at you. "But honestly Kepa you should call me Y/n when we are alone, I prefer it and it will be our little secret, Hakim won't know," you assure him with a smile but before he could answer you, the front door of the mansion opens only to reveal Hakim in all his glory. 

A hard expression on his face as he takes a look at the pair of you, which made both Kepa and yourself feel uneasy due to the conversation you were just having.

Could Hakim have heard your conversation?

Leaving Kepa's side, you approach your fiance, leaning into him to give him a hug and a kiss, like you always do when you welcome him home, but now it is the other way round. Your eyebrows furrow and you look up at him with a puzzled expression on your face when you don't feel his hands on the small of your back. But when you spot where his gaze still is, you pull back from him, your hands touching his face and bringing it down to yours to peck his lips but he doesn't budge either.

Kepa feels the murderous stare of his boss and he can sense better than anything that Hakim had heard the conversation and even worse saw the incident back in the car. Even if his intentions were nothing but innocent, to anyone looking at them at that moment it seemed way more intimate than that, and he knows very very well that no one is allowed to go near his boss' fiance unless it is strictly for safety reasons or if his boss is present, but still you are something like a forbidden fruit around the house for everyone else apart from Hakim of course.

Your voice is hushed when you pinch his chin between your thumb and index finger, ''Baby, look at me''.

Hakim's eyes meet yours but you don't miss the smirk on his face when he looks back at Kepa's way, then back to your eyes before he leans closer to your face, nudging your nose with his and connecting your lips together. The kiss leaves you breathless and his hand is traveling dangerously close to your bum. Hakim has made it clear from the start that he isn't a huge fan of PDA, even him being openly affectionate with you in front of others is a no go, so this kiss in front of his head of security felt odd. His hands flank your hips and pulls you flash against him as his tongue parts your lips and inserts your mouth. 

You softly moan against his mouth when you feel his hand close around your neck and apply pressure to the sides of it and at that moment you pull back from him before you get carried away; your eyes search for Kepa just as he passes you both and makes his way up the stairs.

''That was rude Hakim'' you scolded him but he doesn't respond to you, only looks at you with narrowed eyes and then leaves you standing there all alone and confused. He knows that you will follow him and that's what he wants; to lure you into his office so that he can put his plan into action. You on the other hand are furious with his attitude, first the nasty glare towards Kepa and now him pulling some kind of silent game towards you. Whatever it is you can just talk it out and that is you plan. 

You follow him into his office and after shutting the door behind you, you watch him sitting back in his office chair with his hands behind his head in a relaxing way and then looking back at you. 

"Hakim what was that back there?" you ask him furiously as you folded your arms.

"Strip" he demands with no hesitation and your brows immediately furrow in confusion.

"Excuse me?" 

"I don't like repeating myself sweetheart, I said strip" he replies seriously once again as he lowers his hands on top of the arms of his chair. His stare is blank but holds something dangerous in it too; the same expression he always uses as the leader of his mafia. You can't read behind it though and you don't know wether that is making your body burn with excitement or fear of what's about to come. You know that he won't hurt you, that is not going to be questioned; damn how could he when he worships the ground you walk on and so do you for him, but you were so lost that you don't know what to expect at this moment. 

"No, this isn't some game for you to play, there is obviously a problem and we should discuss it" you tell him while moving right in front of his desk. 

You see him smirking at you before he stands up from his chair and nears where you stand so that you have no room to escape from him. He grips your chin to raise your face a bit closer to his as he looks at you with a burning gaze.

"You want to talk ? Let's talk, but first you strip or this won't end well for the boy" he tells you calmly and your eyes widen in sock instantly knowing that he is referring to Kepa. 

You hesitate for a second but soon decide to give in to his request. Hakim would never hurt any of his men without a serious reason for it like betrayal, but you still don't want to take any risks, especially regarding the life of someone who has done nothing wrong; although it seems like Hakim has quite an opposite opinion on it. You know that this is just a game for him to prove something to you, with the only difference that now he is threatening the life of one of his men, which is why you are now in only your lacey underwear with your fiance eyeing you with desire. 

His hungry gaze wanders all over your semi naked figure as you stand right in front of him, your bodies almost touching and you looking at him straight in the eyes boldly, waiting, asking for his next move. 

"Good girl" he whispers and your jaw clenches both mad at him for whatever game he was pulling but also at yourself because you knew that his plan was low-key working. You could feel yourself getting wet under his gaze already, but those three words were the last thing your pussy needed to start throbbing, asking to be touched by him.

He smirks noticing the affect he holds on you and suddenly grabs you tightly by the hips and has you facing the desk in a second while slightly bending you forward. You gasp, being taken aback by his sudden move and because of the feeling of his bulge though his pants being pushed against your lower back. You cant move a single inch as he has one of his arms wrapped around your waist while the other one is on your neck, tugging your head backwards and onto one of his shoulders. 

You can sense his steady breathing on the side of your neck while he is slowly trailing his nose on your bare skin causing you to rub yourself unconsciously on him. A devilish smirk appears on him before he leaves a soft kiss on that spot on your neck that he knows it drives you crazy and like always, a moan escapes you from all the teasing. His lips are now close to your ear when he groans deeply as he presses his bottom forward. Your mouth falls open as a silent cry comes out, your eyes close, focusing entirely on everything Hakim was doing to you while his erected member was  assaulting you from behind.

"Now we talk" he whispers right beside you and then lowers his hand to cup your ass.

"Hakim please" you plead as you can feel your panties getting wet from your arousal.

"First mistake, I asked you to not be late and what did you do?" you don't answer immediately too busy clenching your pussy around nothin, your body aching under the feverish feeling, needing even the smallest relief. Your body jerks once Hakim slap you ass cheek with force, not liking your silent state and you moan in reaction.

"I asked you something love, and I expect an answer from you" he says in a deep tone and this time you don't hesitate to reply. 

"I was late Sir" you reply to him, almost whispering. Your mind fighting against the intoxicating feeling around your body, trying to get your head straight. You are lost and even though you don't like to admit it, Hakim has you where he wants, wrapped around him or at least for you hopefully soon to be.

His starts caressing your redden asscheek to ease the stinging feeling that still lingered on you naked flesh. The gesture was so simple yet so sinful at the same time; you knew it's his way of rewarding you, his small praise for your obedience and you are obsessed with it. 

"2nd mistake, you let him touch you" he says following with another hard slap on your other ass cheek. 

"You know, I saw what happened in the car and I'm not pleased with either of you love, so you are both going to face your consequences" he takes a pause before continuing "starting with you" that's the last thing he says and you are suddenly forced down onto the desk with your front resting on it's surface while he is holding both your hands against your back. Your burning skin is now confronted with the cold temperature from the furniture. 

His hand is traveling down your body cupping your sweet drenched clothing before slipping it inside to place it on your desperate center.

"So wet for me" he whispers and you moan out in response 

His hand is spreading your wetness as he rubs your clit slowly. You moan from the pleasure and your hands tighten into fists aching to feel his fingers inside you already. You are so impatient that you shamelessly part your legs apart more to give him more room and proceed to move your hips to grind on his fingers urging him to do more. A slap comes onto your cunt and you gasp from both pain and pleasure as your body jolts upwards. 

"You are so fucking spoiled, keep still or else I'm leaving you like this" you hear him from behind you and you twist your head to the front; your forehead now resting on the desk with your eyes closed, biting down on your lip as you moan in dissatisfaction.

His thumb starts teasing your slit again when he finally slides two fingers inside your slick walls and you immediately clench around them. It feels like a dream come true feeling your hole being filled and you cry out from the intoxicating feeling; your mind wonder to the moment his thick cock will be inside you. You are so turned on, your wetness is dripping down to your thighs as Hakim is thrusting his digits in and out.

He adds a third finger as your walls tighten around them all before he quickens his pace, triggering your orgasm. Right when you are about to reach your climax Hakim retreats his fingers denying you the pleasure and you moan loudly in protest. 

"3rd mistake, you let him speak informally to you" you feel him walk away from you and the only sound being in the room is your uneasy breathing due to your arousal.

“stand back up and face me” you hear his delicious voice a moment later and you obey immediately hoping to get some kind of reward sooner as your body is burning up for his touch; yet you are met with a blank expression once again, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows while having his hands inside his pockets. From that moment you knew that you weren’t getting anything from him; his relaxed state is annoying you the least you can say considering how much worked up he’s got you to be.

“take off your panties and lay back on the desk” 

“what’s in it for me?” you talk back as your sexual frustration is getting into your head. He already denied you an orgasm and clearly he ain’t going to give you anything just appease his ego for whatever he is playing to you. 

He chuckles in amusement and tilts his head in interest “sweetheart you are in no position to be asking for anything as far as talking back like you are right now” 

“Well then if i’m not getting anything from this, i should just go ask someone else; i’m sure Keppa would love to help me out” you hate yourself for probably making the poor guy more of a target to Hakim in your favour right now, but you need your man to fuck you stupid or else you will go insane. 

A quick jealous expression flashes through his face but its quickly covered up by a devilish smirk as if he is loving where this is going and honestly so do you. You used to be very obedient and vanilla-sweet kind of girl when you first started your relationship but eventually you became more confident in yourself from how much your fiancé was worshiping you and you honestly loved this new kind of confidence that he’s given you so you weren’t hesitant to use it against him.

He takes a few steps slowly to stand right in front you, the both of you not taking your eyes off of each others, challenging one another’s power. He smirks in your face interested by your little bratty behaviour that is about to be diminished cause he is the one in control and he has no issue making sure that you know it for good by the time he is done with you.

“You are getting what I’m giving you baby, if its nothing then it’s nothing, but don’t challenge me this way, cause i can leave you with nothing for a whole week and you know damn well that your small hand ain’t going to relieve your hunger sweetheart, not like my cock does” 

He’s got you hypnotised by his words as you somehow become even more turned on, you feel your throat gulp down and before you can say anything he leans down to your ear.

“And you know i ain’t lying baby, once i say its on, its on” he whispers slowly and you almost moan at the feeling of his breath and voice so close to you, but there is no single touch for him this whole time and you almost moan in frustration.

“Then give me something to remember of during the week” you say almost breathlessly before he comes back to look back at you and he smirks at your words. 

“Oh don’t worry, i’m going to give you something to remember of” he then grabs you from your thighs to lift you up on the desk and brings his lips against yours as you wrap your arms around his neck. You feel his hands wondering on you from your thighs to your waist, gripping onto your bare skin before yanking your panties off of you; your drenched pussy now touching the cold surface of the desk making your bottom arch in reaction as you moan into the kiss. 

Hakim eventually breaks the kiss only to give a small peck on your shoulder and then ask you to lay back down which you do in a instant as he also moves your feet on top of the surface placing each one on your side, giving full view of your center.

His hand goes straight to your throbbing core, as his thumbs rubs onto your clit spreading your wetness all over and he groans at the sight of it.

“So fucking drenched for me” he says and then kneels down so that his face is straight in front of your pussy. He starts licking your pussy up and down, his tongue sweeping your wetness all around and a moan escapes you from the new sensation. He sucks on you lightly at first, his lips wrapping themselves around your labia and his tongue is taking in the juices from your inner parts while his thumb is playing with your clit. Your mouth gapes and your neck snaps backwards as your body tries to push itself forward and closer to him, wanting more. 

“Hakim please” you moan out and he pulls back to look at you hungrily as he trails his fingers downwards to each side of your pussy before diving back in, now licking your clit slowly while one of his fingers crooked plays with the entrance of your core at first but eventually pushing it all inside and begins thrusting it feeling how tight you are for him. His tongue keeps licking faster this time putting more pressure on that sweet spot as he penetrates you with one more finger and going faster this time making you a moaning mess from all the stimulation. 

You can feel that fire in your stomach building up as you are nearing your climax and he knows how close you are by your clenching walls. You become louder as you are about to cum but suddenly everything stops as he pulls back once again with a fucking smirk on his face once again. 

“fucking asshole” you say quietly and his expression turns serious meaning that he heard you and you smile playfully at the fact that you got him but he gets you back by slapping your pussy making you moan out-loud. 

“watch it sweetheart” 

“oh i’m sorry i just expected more from the man that was supposed to give me something to remember of for the rest of the week” he ignores you for a moment as you watch him pull out his phone from his pants and typing as if you are not there. Right when you are about to call him out again he cuts you off.

“don’t worry baby, i intend full fill our agreement “ 

“Are you sure about it? cause you seem too busy to take care of your fiancé’s needs.” you answer with an angry tone as you sit up a bit by your elbows. 

“jealousy doesn’t look good on you sweetheart”

“Oh you wanna talk about jealousy mr show off pda in front of my men. At least Keppa would have fucked me by now” 

You then feel his hand wrapped around your neck putting pressure on it, making you choke a little while your eyes widen for a second after being taken off guard. “shut up slut, you wanna cum ?” you nod eagerly in reply and he then pulls his hand back to unbutton his pants, letting the material fall down to his feet before lowering his underwear too, letting his hardened cock spring free from it. 

You watch him with lust as his hand quickly shifts to stroke it for a few seconds and then he grips your hips to bring you towards the edge of the desk; his dick now laying on to of your pussy and you let out a moan in reaction, as you sit yourself up more with your palms against the surface and your legs placed around his waist. Your eyes staring down at the view of Hakim’s redden member that is now being rubbed against your core and you bite your lips loving the feeling of it but wanting more. 

So you look back up at your fiancé and he immediately looks back at you as if he already knew that you were looking at him and you mentally beg him to finally fuck you. Thankfully Hakim is smart enough to recognise the expression on your face to understand what you want but he is still an egoistic bastard. “Ask for it” 

“Please fuck me, i need you inside me” you say without hesitation and you see his eyes darken at your words when he finally enters you all at once; your head falling back and your mouth gapping from the feeling of fullness that consumes you. 

Hakim furrows his brows as he keeps gazing at you, affected by how your slippery walls feel around him. He groans as the sound of your juices being squeezed is echoed throughout the room making you both even more turned on and he grips your waist to move his throbbing member faster inside you. You can feel your pussy pulse and your back quickly arches at the rough touch on your sides, while pushing your chest forward. 

Without thinking your hand flies to your clit, leaving you balance yourself on one hand which in a normal situation would be very hard, but thankfully your fiancé seems to be holding your whole upper body now making him fuck you harder as your legs tighten around him. 

You whimper as you can now feel his balls slapping against you due to the force; your hand messily playing with your clit since you are not able to fully focus in the middle of being pounded. You feel yourself coming close to your climax for what feels like the hundredth time today but he once agains denies it from you by slowing his pace making you whimper in protest but at this point you feel so tired and sexual frustrated that you want to cry. 

You close your eyes as you lay back down on the desk trying to focus on the stimulation you are receiving, wanting desperately to cum but you are getting interrupted by the feeling of soft pecks being placed  on your chest and neck; you open your eyes only to see Hakim looking at you with the same darkened look as before but you almost miss the small forgiving look in his eyes as they soften at your exhausted state. 

You shift your hands slowly towards the straps of your bra pushing them past your shoulders and then before you can drag the rest of the material down he stops you from doing so which makes you eyes furrow in confusion.

“No baby i want you to keep it on”

“Hakim please let me cum” you answer him desperately.

He then takes one of your legs from his waist and raises it up on his shoulder before he places both of his hands on each side only to bend his body forward, his face close to yours. This angle causes your eyes to roll in the back of your head as he repeatedly hits your g spot while you feel him kiss your face and neck affectionately. 

“I will baby, but it will soon be worth it, just trust me on this one” his reply only made you confused but you decided to ignore it and focus on the only part that mattered to you at this moment; that he would let you cum.

knock knock 

Your eyes widen in fear of someone coming inside the room and witnessing your intimate state. After taking a glance at the door, you look back at Hakim who seemed awfully relaxed while wearing a devilish smirk on his face as he stands back up to look at your submissive state. Before you can say anything, he beats you to it, inviting the person in which you are about to protest to it but he wraps his hand around your neck, slightly choking you with it. 

As the door opens and steps are being heard, your body becomes almost hear frozen at the feeling of a new presence in the room and you close your eyes feeling embarrassed for how your body surprisingly reacts to this. Your cunt starts throbbing at the the thought of being watched by a third person while Hakim seems to be shamelessly pounding into you now; your erotic sounds increasing as you feel the same fire you have being yearning to feel again, start building up within you.

“Don’t be rude love, open your eyes and greet our guest” your fiancé asks you after he grips your chin with his hand to force your face where the person is standing and you do so, slowly, only to be met with the sight of Keppa gazing your undone filthy state with a serious expression that almost makes you almost takes you off the edge, almost, but it’s still enough to feel your stomach start clenching feeling yourself nearing another orgasm. 

“Are you going to come for me baby?” you hear the man above you ask and you nod eagerly while whimpering which only gets you a slap on the face making your walls tighten at the stinging  feeling on your flesh.

“Say it, i want him to hear you say it” he growls at you as his cock twitches inside your drenched hole that keeps sucking him in more and more by the minute. “Tell him who owns you”

“Fuckk, I’m coming for you Hakim, only for you, you own me” you say breathlessly, yours eyes rolling in the back as you finally come apart with so much force that your body starts squirming and trembling under both men’s gaze but your pussy clenching around only one’s of them cock which quickly explodes inside you filling up your assaulted drenched cunt. 

The warmth of his cum covering up your insides makes you whimper in satisfaction as you seem to have forgotten about the second man in the room too caught up with how your fiancé’s dick fills in your hungry hole as he watches you with a pleasing grin on his face; his coming trailing down your body caressing your soft skin in affection.

“Get out” he orders, and the man on the side of the room immediately abides to his command without any other word or sound. 

Once the door clicks closed, he slides out of you slowly and you both groan in union. He helps you sit up on the desk as you place your arms behind his neck and letting your head rest on his chest. His hands start caressing your sides until guiding one of his hands down to your sore center tracing it softly with his as he shifts his head to look down there.

“Fuck” he whispers and you whimper in reaction at the sudden unpleasant feeling because of the overstimulation , your hand moving over to his to prevent him from going any further.

“Shhh, look at that sight baby” You forehead creased in confusion and you look down only to notice the milky white substance that’s slowly trailing out of your hole only for Hakim to quickly push it back inside you with his finger. Your eyes automatically close as you somehow feel you pussy pulse from the sensation of his cum being forced back inside you, filling you up completely once again.

Suddenly you are being scooped up by him, his hands holding you under your thighs and waist as your head falls against his head and you smile softly at the secure feeling of his arms around.

He chuckles softly at this image of you, “Now don’t get too comfortable cause we still have long way to go if i’m going to deny you for the whole week”

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can mason score some goals with him on the pitch so i can get this back?

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Happiest Birthday to the The Wizard himself

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Hot Tub Event | Hakim ZIYECH

Warning: kinda smutty but not smut

Summary: In which Hakim is having too much fun in the hot tub with his wife.

"Okay! Let's set some rules! First thing first, the water will not touch my hair, and if it does you'll take the blame so be careful!"You babbled as you set your foot in the hot tub that Hakim rented just for the two of you. He looked relaxed and yummy as ever, spreading his arms on the tub's edge in a manly manner, he was to die for. He eyed you up and down, making sure to gaze at every inch of naked skin in his sight, and his eyes sparkled as if it was the first time seeing you. He tapped the tub's edge as a sign for you to join him which you approved. "You like what you see?" " Oh you know I always do!" You sat next to him if it wasn't on him, Your legs across his lap while you wrapped your arms around his neck. He also wrapped his arms around your slim waist pulling you dangerously close to him, moving his hand up and down your stomach making you shiver. " Life is treating me fairly at the moment! You by my side, more than I deserve!" His velvet voice was a little above a whisper and your love for him was warmer in your veins. You switched positions, saddling him while sticking your upper body to his, drawing him impossibly close. "I just love you so much." You whispered softly, flicking his cheeks with your thumbs, adorning his beautiful features. His eyebrows rose together in amazement at your sudden boldness. His eyes were like mud, perfectly matched with the frown that permanently stained his face. His aquiline nose added character to his face. Your gaze fell to his lustrous lips and you couldn't stop yourself as you pulled him into a kiss. His lips felt so familiar it hurt your heart. His breathing had become more strained; his muscles tensed. You let yourself sink into his embrace as his hands flattened against your spine. The smell of your perfume, of the soft, peachy scent of your conditioner, was dizzying, butterflies dancing in your stomach. But warmth consumed you as you leaned into the kiss, Hakim’s lips impossibly soft against your own. You soon started to move your hips slowly against his as you felt him jerk underneath you, groaning lowly into your mouth. " Don't start something you can't finish." He spoke as soon as he parted your lips apart, His voice was deep like the rumbling of the earth while his eyes were raging with desire. " Please I need you! " He chuckled at your pleading tone "Babe you know I take control, you'll be unable to walk properly for a week, and you don't want to explain that to the others." He was teasing you, his gravelly voice sounded low and rough and it only made your desire grow. " Hakim! Please! " You were so desperate and he couldn't hold back anymore. "All right, let's get you out of here! We don't want to get your hair wet!"

Hakim blessing us with those ig posts and i had to write smg abt it ! Enjoy !

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could you write an imagine about Hakim Ziyech during Ramadan they are at the family in Hakim for the end of Ramadan where he is unbearable he always comes to the kitchen to annoy his wife in front of his sisters and his mother in Hakim asking him all the time what she prepares and when she puts a meal on the table each time he grabs her in his arms and doesn't want to let her go until one of Hakim's sisters comes to save her

Clingy~Hakim Ziyech

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ps: I did my researches and found out he has 1 sister. I'm not sure about that but we'll say he has one sister only. I also saw that he has 9 brothers? Not sure about this too but we'll ignore it.

y/n and Hakim were spending the last days of Ramadan at his family's house in the Netherlands. They have been married for a few years, but it was the first time that they spend this holy month at his parents house. It was always his parents that visited them in London

His mother was the sweetest person. She loved y/n from the bottom of her heart and made sure to make her feel at home. She tried to let y/n rest during the day, but y/n herself wanted to help in making the food they'd be eating at the end of the day

y/n always had energy, even when fasting. It felt like a normal day to her. However, Hakim was quite the opposite. He would get needy and whiny all day. So when y/n, his mother, and his sister are preapring the food, he was always in the kitchen annoying his wife

"what you doingg" he asked, walking to where his wife was standing. He watched her cut some vegtables, wondering what she's cooking

"oh I'm just cutting some vegtables for the soup" she said, not looking up from what was in front of her

"soup? what do you put other than the vegtables?" he asked, putting his arms around her waist from behind, laying his head on her shoulder, to peek over what she's cutting

"why? you plan to surprise me with some home-cooked dinner when we go back home?" she teased, knowing he can't make an egg without burning it

"oh shut up. I'm just showing some interest in what my wife is cooking" he pressed a kiss on her neck, not moving away.

"so your wife is the only one cooking now is she?" his sister said, from the other side of the kitchen.

y/n chuckled and looked up at her husband.

"well her food is definitely better than yours" he stuck his tongue out at his sister, like the little child he becomes while fasting

"is it now? Is better than mama's though?" she teased, knowing he won't answer that

He huffed and kissed his wife's head, before walking out of the kitchen

They all laughed at his childish behaviour.

"Is he this whiny the whole time?" his mother asked, moving to grab a plate from the cupboard next to y/n

She shrugged with a smile at the thought of her husband

"He usually comes home from training and sleeps till its time for Iftar. But when he has a day off he would get a little bit annoying. Nothing I can't handle though" she helped her by getting her the plate she needed

Just as she handed her the plate, Hakim walked into the kitchen again. He walked straight to his wife. He pulled her away from his mother and scooped her in his arms.

She tried to get out of his embrace, which caused him to tighten his grip around her waist

"what's wrong?" y/n asked, scratching the back of his head with her nails

He hummed in satisfaction burying his head in her neck

"I just miss you so much" his muffled voice said, making his sister chuckle

y/n smiled and pressed a kiss on the side of his head, before removing his head from her neck. He whined and tried putting it in her neck again

"Hakim. leave your wife alone" his sister warned.

He shook his head and tightened his grip more, making it impossible to slip out of his arms

His sister laughed and grabbed y/n's hand, trying to pull her away from him. He slapped his sister's hand away and turned around so his back was to his sister and his wife was still buried in his arms.

His sister came from from y/n and pulled her quickly away from Hakim, placing her behind her

Hakim groaned and tried grabbing his wife, in which his sister only blocked his way

"you go and I'll follow you when I'm done yeah?" y/n laughed slightly at his annoyed face

He let out a sigh but nodded nonetheless. She kissed his cheek and ushered him out of the kitchen

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Hiii could you do a one shot on hakim Ziyech where he is married to the reader who is of Moroccan origin and he is a son Nahil who is 1 year old he looks a lot like Hakim but in a smaller version and his daddy's son he is constantly in the Hakim's arm which makes Hakim laugh because his wife sulks every time because when Nahil sees his father he stretches his arms towards him and when Hakim has to go to training he cries he sees his dad leave and the reader and lanpenfa't 1h to calm him down with these tears plsss 💕

My Little Clone

Pairing: Hakim Ziyech x female!reader

Warning: non just pure fluff

Words: 2106

Writer Note: sorry i've been silent for couple of months cause i've been busy with my editing, school and a lot more, but i'm back now, if you made a request before, please send it to me again. Thank you, enjoy this one. Thank you anon <3

P/s: not edited, grammar mistake and typo ahead!

Hakim Ziyech is a successful professional soccer player, playing for one of the top teams in Europe. He's known for his fast dribbling and accurate shooting, and is often called "The Magician" due to his ability to dribble past several defenders before scoring a goal. In addition to his talent on the field, Hakim is also known for being a devoted husband and father.

His wife Y/n and their 1-year-old son Nahil, is always proud to watch him play. His wife supports him from the stands and completely different comparing to their son, Nahil will be cheering on his dad, and waving to him when he saw him on the field and Hakim will smile and waving at his son or give him a flying kiss, their one-year-old son going to be the one who truly steals the show. Despite being so young, He already has a strong bond with his father. When Hakim is at home, he is always holding Nahil in his arms, making him laugh and giggle with his playful antics

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Hakim looked over at Y/n as she sat on the couch, staring blankly at the TV. He knew she was pretending to sulk, but he could not help but laughing at her wife cuteness.

 "You okay, Y/n?" he asked, settling down beside her. "I'm fine," she reply to her husband while she doing a crossed hand on her chest, her eyes still glued to the screen.

 Nahil, who was sitting on Hakim's lap, stretched out his arms towards his father. "Dada! Dada!" he squealed; his little voice filled with excitement. Hakim chuckled and lifted Nahil up, kissing his cheek.

"Hey buddy, what's up?" he asked, making silly faces at his son. Y/n rolled her eyes but could not help but smile at the sight. She knew she had no right to be jealous of her husband and son's bond, but she could not help it. As much as she tried to pretend otherwise, she loved seeing them together.

Nahil started bouncing in his father's arms, his laughter filling the room. In that moment, Y/n felt a surge of happiness wash over her. She was lucky to have such a wonderful family, even if it did make her feel a little like a third wheel at times. Hakim noticed Y/n's expression and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

 "You're never a third wheel, honey. You are the most important member of this family," he said sincerely. Y/n smiled, feeling a warm glow settle in her chest.

She knew deep down that Hakim was right, but hearing it from him still meant the world. As Nahil snuggled into his father's chest, Y/n leaned her head on Hakim's shoulder. She knew she couldn't ask for a better life than this - a husband who loved her unconditionally, a son who idolized him, and a home filled with love and laughter. She was the luckiest girl in the world.

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The trio spent the night relaxing on the couch, Nahil giggling and kicking his legs as he snuggled in Hakim's arms. Y/n couldn't help but watch them with a smile, her heart swelling with love for her happy family. She knew she was lucky to be a part of it

Hakim was the first to speak, breaking the comfortable silence. "You know, Y/n, sometimes I feel like the luckiest man in the world," he said, his eyes fixed on their son's sweet face. "I know," she replied, placing a hand on his leg. "You always say that when Nahil gets particularly adorable." Hakim chuckled.

 "I can't help it. He's just so perfect, you know? And I'm so grateful to have both of you in my life." Y/n smiled, feeling a lump form in her throat. She knew what he was saying was true, but it still meant so much to hear it from him.

As Hakim, Y/n, and Nahil settled in for the night, the room was filled with the sound of laughter and happy chatter. They spent the evening playing with Nahil, taking turns chasing him around the living room and tickling him until he was giggling so hard and he couldn't breathe, the origin Moroccan woman couldn’t help but feel a tug at her heartstrings every time her son ran into his father's arms.

She could tell that Hakim loved him fiercely, and it made her feel grateful to have such a loving and devoted husband and father for her son. Even with the laughter and the play, there was something deeper that connected the trio. They were a unit, a family that loved each other unconditionally.

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By the time Hakim left for training, Nahil's protests grew louder and more desperate, until he was outright sobbing in Y/n's arms.

“I want Dada!”

“Nahil your dada needs to go to work you know, so that he can buy you a lot of toys”

Despite her best efforts, she cannot really seem to soothe him, and the sound of his cries echoed in her ears long.

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As the day drew to a close, Y/n settled in for what she hoped would be a peaceful evening with her husband and son. She breathed a sigh of relief as she heard Hakim's key in the door, Y/n settled down on the couch with Nahil sleeping soundly in her lap. Hakim settled down next to her, taking her hand in his, and she smiled at him cheerfully.

“Assalamualaikum” he greets her wife

“waalaikummusalam” his wife replies to his greet.

"I missed you today," Y/n said, her voice filled with warmth.

Hakim leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I missed you too, Y/n," he said softly

“He cried earlier when you left the house” Y/n tell her husband

“I know, I’ve heard him, he’s quite loud, can’t even know how you handle him, you’re a pro!” Hakim compliments his wife and they both laugh softy due to not wanting their son to wake up but Nahil seemed to know his father's presence.

Their son stirred on Y/n's lap, his brown eyes that cloning his dad, open slowly. As soon as he saw her dad already home, he quickly gets up from her mother lap and jump into his father arms and hug him.

“Hello buddy, you sleep well?” Hakim asks his son and he can feel that his son reply with a single nod on his shoulder

“Good, mama said that you cried when I left earlier, why?”

“I don’t want dada to leave, I want to play with dada”

Y/n looked at her husband and son, she felt her heart swell with love and gratitude. She knew that life wasn't always easy, but with them by her side, she felt ready to face whatever came their way.

“Nahil, dada need to go to work”

“why” their son asks Hakim and Hakim looking at his wife, y/n shrug.

“Well, boy, so that we can go out and eat some delicious food, buy you a new toy and a lot more, don’t you want that?” Hakim explains

Nahel nods

“After this, no more crying, okay?” hakim told his son

“okay!” He sequels.

Hakim kiss him on the cheek softly.

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Today, a match between Chelsea Vs Spurs, Hakim prepared for the match, he could feel the pressure weighing heavily on him. He knew that the eyes of millions of fans were on him, and he couldn't afford to make any mistakes. As he stepped onto the field, he could feel the energy from the crowd, but he didn't let it distract him. He was focused, and he was determined to win the match for his team.

When the match progressed, Hakim became more and more impressive.

His dribbles were fast and precise, and his shots were accurate.

The crowd was on the edge of their seats, and his teammates were cheering him on.

But it was when he scored a goal in the dying minutes of the match that the crowd became truly electric.

Hakim ran to the corner flag and jumped up and down searching for his little family. The noise from the crowd was deafening, but he could still hear the sound of Nahil, who was cheering loudly for his dad. Hakim pointing at his son that is in Y/n’s arms, to sign that the goal was dedicated to him and his wife.

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After the match, Hakim doing the post-match interview, He was asked all sorts of questions: about the match, about the goal.

Journalist: Congratulations on a brilliant performance today, Hakim! Can you walk us through your goal?

Hakim: Thank you, it was great to be able to contribute to the team's victory. The goal was a result of good teamwork and timing. My teammate passed me the ball, and I was able to take advantage of the open space to make a run and get into a scoring position. It was a great feeling to see the ball cross the line and the crowd celebration.

Journalist: And overall, how do you feel about your team's performance today?

Hakim: I think we played well and followed our manager's game plan. We were able to control possession and play in the opponent's half. We also created plenty of chances and were clinical with our finishing. Overall, it was a solid team performance and a good result.

Journalist: And finally, who do you dedicate your goals to today, Hakim?

Hakim: Well, first and foremost, I have to dedicate these goals to my family, including my wife and son who is on the stand tonight, and who is always support and motivate me. They're my biggest fans, so I want to give them a special shout-out and I'm grateful for their support.

Journalist: Congrats again on a great performance today, Hakim. Thank you for your time. We'll let you go so you can celebrate with your family and your team

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Hakim made his way into the locker room, his blood pumping with adrenaline and excitement after the big win. As he entered, his teammates greeted him with high-fives and congratulations, and he smiled back at them, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment.

But the moment he had really been looking forward to was the moment he would get to hug his son and see his wife's smiling face. He could hardly wait to share the excitement of the win with them.

As he walked out of the locker room, he saw them waiting for him—his son running towards him with a huge smile on his face, and his wife standing there with her arms open wide. Hakim scooped his son up into his arms, feeling his little body wiggle and laugh as he swung him around in a circle. His wife came over and embraced him, giving him a kiss on the cheek, and he felt a rush of joy and love wash over him.

He held his son close, feeling the little heartbeat against his chest, and felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love for his family. They were the ones who made him feel strong and supported, and he knew that he could face anything with them by his side.

"Dada, you're so amazing!" Nahil exclaims after one particularly spectacular goal.

Hakim cannot help but smile. "Thanks, mini-me, did you see the goal?" he ask

"yes!yes!" Hakim smile and ruffling Nahil's hair.

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"You know, Y/n," Hakim began, breaking the comfortable silence, "I know that sometimes I'm not around as much as I'd like to be. And I know that it's not always easy for you to take care of our son when I'm gone, but I just want you to know that I appreciate everything you do."

Y/n smiled and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. "I know, Hakim. And I appreciate you too. You work so hard to provide for our family, and I am proud of you and I’m sure Nahil too. I love you both so much, and I wouldn't trade our life together for anything in this world."

Hakim pulled her closer, and they sat there in comfortable silence, listening to the soft sounds of their sleeping son. It was moments like these that reminded them just how lucky they were to have one another, and they knew that they would always have each other's backs, through thick and thin.

It was a moment he would always cherish, filled with happiness and love, and he felt grateful for everything in his life. He was blessed to have a family that loved and supported him, and he was determined to do all he could to make them proud.

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sounds good, i guess. yeah sounds good 😃

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breaking my hiatus for one post to come on here and say eid mubarak (i miss u all dearly). so here is the moroccan nt wishing yall a joyous eid 🫶🏼

ft. my favourite unhinged king amrabat

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Sickness & Health (Hakim Ziyech x reader)

Request: Hi! Please can yiu write something about hakim ziyech taking care of his sick wife( period) or the inverse you pick 😘 also i missed your writing

warnings: none

Hakim wakes up with a smile on his face almost immediately. The curtains allow beams of golden sunlight to peek into your shared bedroom. You were going to have to wake up for work soon but today was one of his scarce rest days. So for once, he was waking up with you instead of ridiculously early hours of the morning. His arm rests around your waist and his chest against your back. It was a peaceful moment that he wouldn’t trade for the world. 

And it only got better when you turned around and he got to see your cute little face all scrunched up. He could feel his heart ready to burst out of his chest when you shuffled closer to snuggle into him. His arms immediately go around you to pull you even closer, flush against his warm skin. It would have made the moment perfect but you felt unusually warm against him and slightly sticky. He pays attention to your breathing and it sounds almost laboured.

Not long after, he hears you groan and sniff and you pull your head back to cough. However, once you start, you spiral and can’t stop yourself from nearly coughing your lungs out.

“Oh, angel…” He says softly, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead and once again pulling you to lay on top of him, gently playing with your hair as you calmed down from the cough attack.

“It’s just some sniffles, I’ll grab the pain meds and get to work…” you mumble, almost incoherent, as you shift to get off the bed. But Hakim wasn’t having it. He pulls you back in before you can get very far and you’re in no state to fight it so you relent, relaxing back into the covers.

“Absolutely not, I’ll call and let them know that you’re sick and I’LL grab what you need. I’m sentencing you to bed rest for the foreseeable future!” you groan and whine but he’s having none of it. Before he’s out of your bedroom door, you manage to get a few words out.

“Hakiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim…” you whine, shifting around and preparing yourself to get up.

“Don’t you ‘Hakim’ me, you’re not going to have to lift a finger and you’re gonna like it!” and with that he’s off and you concede, sinking back into the sheets.

He’s back soon enough with the thermometer, a cup of warm tea and the tablets. You can’t help but smile at the worried look on his face. You weren’t used to people taking care of you like this or being so attentive but Hakim would be Hakim. Always making you his first priority, your comfort and happiness are always at the top of his list. 

“I could get used to this…” taking your first sip of the tea and sighing out at the way it soothed your burning throat. He smiles softly, placing his hand on your back, sneaking under your sleep shirt to smooth circles on the heated skin.

“It’s the least you deserve, sweets.” he whispers,edging his face towards you but you place a hand over his mouth before he can try anything.

“I’m gonna get you sick!” you whine and he huffs with a roll of his eyes.

“I’ll take my chances.” he tries again but once again, you push him away. 

“Hakim…” you warn, tired eyes narrowed and he finally relents. Opting to sit at the edge of the bed as you finished the tea. He can see that you’re struggling to hold your head up and keep your eyes open so he’s quick to gather you in his arms and lay you down, tucking you tightly under the covers and you snuggle into the softness.

“Coooooooold…” you whine and he can’t help but laugh a little. He loved being able to baby you for once. You were always so headstrong, stubborn, so fiercely independent and it was one of the many reasons he admired you but he loved being able to be the one to care for you. Coddle you and cater to your every plea.

“Should I make more tea?” he offers and he can’t really see it with you bundled up in the blankets but you’re shaking your head. Slowly but surely, you manage to find the edge of the blanket, opening it up as if to offer him a spot under the covers with you.

He gladly takes up on it, finding his way under the soft blankets with you and pulling you to his chest again. You hum in relief.

“Mmmmm you’re like a walking space heater!” you mumble and you can’t seem to get close enough to him. He accepts your clinginess, placing a hand at the back of your head to gently scratch at your scalp. It doesn’t take you long to fall asleep after that, perfectly content in his arms and surrounded by his warmth. It was exactly what you needed in your state. 

He was still worried, however. He had to be doing more. Without trying to disturb the sleep you very much needed, he reaches over to grab his phone. He knew exactly who to call.

“Mama?” he whispers, a smile making its way onto his face when he hears the comforting voice on the other side of the line.

“You know that soup you used to make?”

“That’s a top secret recipe, hbibi, you know that!” he can envision her shaking her head at his request.

“I know, I know! But I can’t just leave your daughter-in-law in this kind of state, can I?” and with that, the secrets are finally revealed. You were his mum’s soft spot. She saw you as an absolute blessing in their lives and Hakim often joked that she loved you more than himself. She would do anything for you like you were her own.

“Have you given her the tea?” 

“Of course!”

“How many sugar cubes? I know what you’re like.” he rolls his eyes at her remark, blushing slightly in embarrassment at the memory of the video. He indeed had an insatiable sweet tooth but the Atay?! That was clearly a step too far for everyone. He was teased relentlessly when everyone got hold of zouma’s video. There had to have been at least 5 cubes casually dropped into the tea.

“The normal amount, don’t you worry!”

“Hmm, the last thing the poor angel needs is a cavity!” she laughs and his blush deepens. 

“Okay, mama I’ll call later! I love you, bye!” he hangs up, not needing to be berated anymore for his sugar addiction. 

It seems that his mum wasn’t done with him though because he receives a text shortly after he hangs up the phone. And of course, he had to be reminded about the olive oil. And alongside the reminder is a photo of a little recipe card and a warning to keep the secret within the family. He may have been the only one of his siblings to know but that was about as far as it was going to travel. 

Thankfully, you’re so deep in your sleep that he’s able to worm his way out of your grasp and out of your bed, not forgetting to tuck you back in and pressing a kiss to your forehead before heading down to the kitchen to prepare the soup. It was going to take a while but he supposed that you would be sleeping for a while anyway.

And it definitely does take up most of the morning. He eventually has to get his mum on facetime for some more direct guidance, as direct as he could get, because there was no way he was going to get this wrong. He was going to cure you of whatever was making you feel so horrible.

He’s thrilled when he tastes it and he’s taken back to when he was a kid. Taking a couple days off school and getting the house to himself while the rest of his siblings were in school. Watching cartoons and enjoying his soup. Very few things beat that for him. It was pretty common for him and all of his siblings to try and feign sickness to enjoy it but their mother was much smarter than that, much to their dismay.

Hakim is almost tempted to finish the batch himself and reward himself for his success but he manages to stop himself and remember the task at hand. 

By the time he’s up the stairs and back in your bedroom, soup and even more tea and some water all ready for you, the first thing he sees is your adorable grumpy face. At least he wasn’t going to have to wake you up.

“Hakim, it’s freezing!” you complain, somehow completely unaware of the sauna you were in.

“I’m sorry angel but I come bearing gifts!” he gestures to the tray but you’re having none of it. You felt exhausted and cold and the last thing on your mind was food. So you did the sensible, mature thing and fell back into the sheets, turning away so you weren’t facing him. 

It may not have been the best reaction to you in your state but he had to laugh a little bit. You huff a little louder in disapproval and he manages to pull himself together before he really upset you.

“Angel, c’mon! You need to eat something if you want to feel better!” he urges but you’re still crumpy with him. Firstly for leaving you to freeze alone under your sheets and secondly for laughing at you.

“Not hungry.” 

“Pleaaaaaaaasssse, I promise I won’t leave you alone again?” he attempts to bargain and he hears nothing. So he waits, time slowing down as he worries he’s actually upset you.

“Fine but only because I am a little bit hungry.” you mutter, taking your time to lift yourself to sit up. He happily takes his place next to you, grabbing the spoon but you push at his hand, eyebrows furrowed.

“I can feed myself!” but that clearly wasn’t stopping him.

“I promised that you weren’t going to have to lift a finger, I meant it literally and figuratively!” he jokes and that's what finally gets a laugh out of you. Although you have to stop yourself because it was somehow hurting muscles you didn’t know you had.

Upon the first taste, you’re pleasantly surprised by the dish. It’s delicate on your tongue, all the flavours in perfect harmony and the warmth of the spice soothing on your throat. It was good, really good.

“Your mum is a genius, you know?’ you smirk, avoiding his eyes as you wait for him to realise.

“Hey! How do you know that it wasn’t my own recipe? You could be living with the next Gordon Ramsay for all you know!” You snort at the idea of that. Hakim wasn’t the worst chef in the world by any means, he could get by just fine. But you knew that near-heavenly soul food like this must have been the work of someone entirely different. 

Now it's his turn to sulk so once you’re done with the delicious meal, he leaves the tray on the bedside table, promptly crossing his arms and huffing. Much like you but it was so much funnier on a big, tough guy like him.

“Oh I’m sorry, love! It must have taken you forever and it was amazing! Next Gordon Ramsay?” you nudge him and his face twitches as he tries to hold back a smile. 

“Are you really going to deny me your cuddles in my state?” you pout and he finally looks at you.

“I guess we both owe each other.” he rolls his eyes, pulling you into his warm hold. You smile, sighing out in pure relief when he pulls the blankets over your slightly shivering body, making sure that not a single square inch of your body was even remotely cold.

“I know exactly how you can repay me, you know…” you remove your face from his neck, waiting for his part of the deal.

“I’ve read that kisses are the cure to all and nothing would make me happier than to cure you! And it would only take me a second!” you deflate a little, rolling your eyes and hiding back under his chin as you shake your head as vigorously as you could manage.

“Your payback to me is to make yourself sick?” you scoff.

“It’s just an annoying little side-effect. I’m sure I can cope, as your big strong man hmm?” he tickles your side slightly so another laugh arises from you.

“You’re crazy.”

“You love it so you must be crazier.” Before you can talk back, he softly presses his lips against yours. You allow for the second that he assured but when you try to pull yourself off, he only follows, prolonging it. The hand now cradling the back of your head was indication enough that he wasn’t planning on stopping.

When he finally does release you to breathe, he’s met with your signature scowl and his eyes widen a little.

“ ‘it would only take me a second’ “ you mock.

“Hey I thought I’d up the dose to ensure its effectiveness!”

“Hakim, you’re going to get sick now!” you whine, pouting. Although hakim’s presence made things significantly better for you, you still felt terrible: achy and sore everywhere, you couldn’t breathe through your nose, your throat all itchy and you felt so weak in general. Horrible. The last thing you wanted was for him to be feeling that way too.

“I’ll be fine! Athlete genes are built different anyway.” he reassures but you’re not buying it at all. And you would argue but you were overcome with exhaustion and all of a sudden, sleep was just sounding too good to pass up. 

Hakim is surprised by your silence and he worries but only for a moment. He feels your slow breathing against his neck, still slightly laboured but sounding a little better than the morning so he considers his time slaving away in the kitchen an ultimate success.

He decides not the disturb you although he could imagine how cute you looked with your face squished under his chin and against his neck. He also decides against leaving the bed again because the idea of snuggling up with you sounded like a beautiful one. He couldn’t think of a better way to spend the rest of the day. And soon enough, he falls into a peaceful slumber too although his grip around your body doesn’t loosen at all. 

The next few days go very much the same. Much to your dismay, he does call off his training so that he can take care of you but it was nothing to him. You were far more important than anything in his eyes. He keeps to his word, waiting on you hand and foot; ready and waiting to fulfil every request of yours and somehow without getting sick of it. Any opportunity to spoil you, he took with open arms. His hard work and love doesn’t go to waste as you’re back to your usual self in no time.

Around 4 days after you first got ill, you wake up and you dread opening your eyes. You contemplated whether the splitting headache was even worth it. It was an inevitability that you despised. But you were feeling a little restless and it had been a while since you felt energetic enough to even get out of bed. When you do eventually open your eyes, first the left and then the right, you’re pleasantly surprised when you don’t feel your head spinning. The next test is breathing in, you didn't like having to constantly remind yourself to breathe through your mouth rather than your nose. And you didn’t like further irritating your sore throat by taking in the crisp air. You’re delighted when you realise that the stuffy nose has gone away too. 

For the first time in what feels like forever, you’re feeling great. Like a whole new girl. But your attempt to rush out of bed to celebrate comes to a halt when you feel the arm draped across your waist constrict around you and pull you closer. Next you hear a loud groan followed by some coughs. You tried to warn him but alas.

“I feel horrible, angel! What on earth is wrong with me?” he wonders out loud.

“I’ll give you 3 guesses…” you shake your head, kissing his forehead before untangling yourself for him. You supposed it was your turn to dote on him for the next few days.

“Would your mum be okay with sharing that recipe with her dearest daughter-in-law?” you whisper and he chuckles a little, although a painful cough stops him in his tracks.

“You know the answer to that, my love.”

honestly still feeling a little bummed from that anon but y'know, we move on. thank you guys for being so supportive and kind abt it, i love you all very much and i hope u enjoy <3

[mchiti]

hziyech: back home 🇲🇦

[lfcslut]

no touching

hakim ziyech x reader

words: 2.3k

request: FILTHY ziyech smut where you show up to his game with another chelsea players shirt 🤞🏼

warnings: 18+ ONLY! smut, angst, fluff at the end. dom!hakim, sub!reader, jealousy, possessiveness, established relationship, name calling/degradation, bdsm undertones (reader gets tied up), unprotected sex, creampie, oral (m and f receiving), dirty talk, choking, slapping, hair pulling i think that's it. please don't read if you're against the idea of smut about hakim.

“What the hell is that?” Hakim asks as he comes up to you after the match.

You were currently standing in Hakim’s box at Stamford Bridge after an exciting game in which Hakim had assisted a beautiful goal, assuring that Chelsea won the match after what had been a difficult start to the season. Given this, you had been expecting a much warmer greeting from your fiance when he came up to you in the stands, but Hakim was currently staring you down cold. 

“Huh?” You ask, genuinely confused as to what he was talking about.

“Your jersey. Why are you wearing his kit?”

It’s at that point that it hits you. You had been a Chelsea fan long before you had even met Hakim, and so while you owned several different number 22 jerseys, you also had some jerseys belonging to other players. You had been in a rush to get to the match, so you had simply grabbed a jersey from your closet without looking at it, assuming that it was one of Hakim’s. Now, you quickly realized that this wasn’t the case.

“Oh,” you say. “I didn’t realize-”

“We’re leaving,” Hakim says suddenly, and before you can get in a word, he’s grabbed your purse and begun heading towards the exit. Stunned by his reaction, you hesitate for a moment and then quickly follow suit behind him. 

“Hakim, wait,” you say, jogging to catch up to him. “I swear I didn’t know-” 

“I don’t want to hear it,” says Hakim coldly. You’re too taken aback by his harsh tone to say anything in response, so you simply follow him in silence to the car. 

Neither of you exchange a word during the car ride from the stadium back to your house. Hakim has a tendency to become jealous easily, but even for him, this was a bit of an overreaction. It was a genuine mistake. You normally always make sure to wear one of his jerseys to his matches. To be honest, you weren’t even sure whose jersey you were currently wearing. 

When you arrived home, Hakim immediately exited the car and walked through the front door, not even bothering to wait for you like he normally did. By this point, you were more frustrated than anything by his behavior. As soon as you entered the house, you confronted him. 

“Listen, you know that I have a bunch of different Chelsea jerseys. I was running late to the game, so I grabbed one and just assumed it was one of yours. I don’t even know whose number I’m wearing-”

“Number 24. That’s who you’re wearing,” says Hakim, not making eye contact with you. 

“Oh.” Number 24 belonged to a certain Reece James. A certain Reece James who you had a short fling with years ago, before you had even met Hakim. Fuck, you thought to yourself. You suddenly realized why Hakim was so upset. 

“Baby, I swear it was a mistake. You know that there’s nothing between the two of us anymore, that was forever ago-”

“Then why the fuck do you still have his jersey?” asks Hakim, finally turning to look at you. 

“I just never got around to getting rid of it. I have lots of players’ jerseys-” 

“Upstairs. Now,” Hakim commands before you can finish your sentence. You hesitate for a moment, considering arguing back, but you realize that you’re not going to win this battle so you begrudgingly head upstairs to your bedroom. You sit yourself down on the bed, arms crossed in front of you. Hakim follows you upstairs shortly afterwards. 

“Why are you still dressed?” he asks, closing the door behind him. His question surprises you. 

“Hakim, baby, I think we should really talk about this-”

“No, I don’t want to talk. Now, strip.” His voice is deep and commanding, and his eyes are icy cold. You have never seen him like this before. You know that it would be useless to argue, so instead, you stand up and begin taking off your clothes. You start with your pants and then take off your jersey. Once the kit is off your body, Hakim takes it from your hand and tosses it into the trash. 

“Hakim!” you say in protest, thinking about how much that kit had cost.

“You’re lucky I didn’t rip it to shreds,” he says. “Now take those off, too.” He gestures towards the bra and panties that you’re still wearing. 

“Are you not going to join me?” you ask flippantly. 

“Patience, darling,” says Hakim, smirking. The way he says darling makes your insides tingle. You unclip your bra and toss it onto the bed before taking off your panties and letting them fall to the floor. Hakim looks you up and down once while licking his bottom lip. 

“Good girl. Now get on the bed.”

You’ve been naked in front of Hakim many times before, but this time he’s fully dressed, which makes you slightly nervous. It’s cold in your room, and you shiver as you climb onto the bed and lie down on your pillow. You expect Hakim to join you, but instead, you hear him rummaging around in his closet. You look up and see him heading towards the bed with one of his ties in his hand. 

“What-”

“Shh,” he interrupts you, as he climbs onto the bed. He towers over you with his legs on either side of your body.  “I don’t want to hear a word from you.” He uses his teeth to undo the tie and then uses it to bind your wrists above your head. You feel the wetness begin to collect at your core as he does so. “You did something bad. And bad girls deserve to be punished.” You can’t help but let a whine escape from your lips at his words, but you know this was a mistake when you feel Hakim tighten the grip of the tie on your wrists in response. 

“What did I just say?”

“I’m sorry, sir,” you say, and he can’t help but smirk at your obedience. You know that Hakim loves it when you call him sir, and you can feel the tent in his pants become harder. 

“Now,” says Hakim as he takes off his pants. “You’re gonna suck this dick like the dirty slut that you are, and maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you cum.”

As soon as his cock is out, your mouth opens with anticipation. You want so badly to wrap your hands around it. Hakim brings his knees to either side of your torso, so that his dick is hanging right above your mouth. He strokes it a few times and moans as he does so.

“You want this dick, baby?” He asks, biting his lower lip. 

You nod eagerly. He lines his dick up with your mouth and slams it all the way down your throat, making your eyes tear up immediately. “Then take it. Take all of it.” He begins fucking your mouth vigorously. You can’t help but close your eyes as your gag reflex kicks in. 

“Keep those eyes open,” commands Hakim, and you do as you’re told. He grabs some of your hair in his hands and uses it as leverage to fuck deeper into your mouth. 

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he praises you, and after thrusting into your mouth a few more times, he slows down and lets you begin to set the pace. By now, tears are rolling down your cheeks and drool is piling up around your mouth. You pull away slightly, so that your tongue can circle the head, before taking the entirety of him down your throat again. You feel the vein on the side of his dick pulsate, and you know that he’s about to come. 

“You gonna swallow all of my cum?” He asks, and you nod eagerly in response. As soon as you do so, he releases into your mouth. His warm cum fills your mouth and you swallow every last drop of it. 

Hakim pulls away and collapses on the bed next to you, taking a moment to catch his breath before turning towards you to wipe your tears away. He brings his thumb towards your lips and wipes away the mixture of cum and saliva dripping around it before sticking his finger in your mouth so you can suck on it. 

“Hakim, I wanna touch, please,” you whine.

“Soon, baby, soon. Let me have a taste of this pretty pussy first.” 

You groan at his words, half in frustration that he won’t let you touch him and half in anticipation of him eating you out. The wetness in your core was building up again, and you know you’re probably making a mess on the sheets, but you don’t care right now. You brush your leg against his thigh, eager for him to touch you. 

“Uh uh, darling. What did I say about being patient?” Hakim smirks, and you almost roll your eyes in response. 

“Please, please touch me.” 

Hakim obliges and brings his finger up and down your slit. “So wet for me already, baby? And just from sucking my cock?” You’re too impatient to be embarrassed by this. Hakim lifts your thighs up and places them over his shoulders so that he has full access to the area where you need him the most. He kisses your inner thighs and you push your core forward towards him, which only makes him chuckle. 

“That’s enough teasing, baby,” you whine.

Hakim then places a kiss on your clit and looks up at you, smiling, his lips already wet from your juices. “You’re already making a mess and I’ve barely even touched you.” He buries himself back down towards your core and then finally, finally, brings his tongue to you, hungrily lapping up your mess. You’re so desperate that you let out a scream when he makes contact with you. He looks up at you periodically, watching as your eyes roll towards the back of your head. 

“More, more,” are the only words you could muster as you rock your hips towards him, desperate for more pressure. Understanding what you want, Hakim takes one finger and pushes it inside of you, all while his mouth keeps contact with you. 

“Fuck, fuck,” you scream, knowing that you weren’t going to last long. God how you wish you could run your fingers through his hair right now. 

Hakim inserts a second finger, and your toes begin to curl. You’re sure your wrists were going to be red the next day from how hard you were tugging.

“I bet Reece James can’t do this to you, can he?” Hakim whispers into your core, his words and the hot air from his mouth bringing you closer to the edge. “Answer me.”

“No, only you can make me feel this way, sir,” you respond with shallow breaths. 

Hakim grins. “Come all over my fingers, darling.” 

“Hakim, Hakim, Hakim.” His words bring you undone and you come all around him as you scream his name. He continues to finger you through your high, lapping up all your juices. 

You keep your eyes closed for a minute as you come down from your high, finally looking down at him and smiling. “You’re so good at that,” you say, grinning at the way his mouth is glistening with your cum. 

“Gonna untie you now, sweetheart,” he says, and you groan with relief as he frees your hands. As soon as he does, your hands are all over his body, caressing his toned chest and arms and then finally running your hands through his hair. 

“Please fuck me,” you whine, taking his face in your hands. “I’ll never wear someone else’s jersey again.” 

“I know you won’t. Now turn around,” Hakim commands. 

You obey immediately, turning around so that you’re on all fours with your ass sticking up. Unable to help himself, Hakim brings his hand down, slapping your ass so hard that you’re sure it’s going to leave a bruise. He then strokes himself for a second before lining up at your entrance, soaking his tip in your juices. Becoming impatient again, you began to rock your hips backwards into him, desperate for more friction. In response, Hakim leans down against you, wrapping his hand around your throat and whispering in your ear. 

“I’m still in control, darling. Don’t forget that.” 

He lets go of you and then slams his dick inside you, bottoming you out with one thrust. You scream out as he stretches you out, the pain quickly turning into pleasure as you adjust around his girth. He doesn’t move for a few seconds, then begins to thrust in and out of you. His hands reach around to cup your breasts, and his fingers twirl around your nipples. 

“You like being fucked like a slut, don’t you?” He asks between thrusts. Unable to form any words, all you can say in response is a “Mmhmm.” Hakim’s hands then go to your hair, grabbing it in a ponytail and using it for more leverage to fuck into you. 

“God, you’re so sexy,” he grunts, and you can tell from the way his voice falters that he’s close. The knot in your lower stomach tightens, and you know that you won’t last much longer, either.

“Gonna come inside you, baby,” he grunts and thrusts into you a few more times before exploding inside of you. As he squirts his hot cum inside of you, you come undone around his dick. Various expletives escape both of your mouths as the two of you reach your highs together. He pulls out of you and the two of you lie down on the bed next to each other, both taking a moment to catch your breath in silence.

Finally, after a minute of only the sound of your panting filling the room, Hakim turns over to look at you. He takes your cheeks in your hands and caresses them gently. “I’m sorry, baby. Are you okay? I hope I wasn’t too rough with you,” he says softly. 

“You weren’t,” you respond, smiling. 

“I love you so much,” he says, planting a gentle kiss on your lips. 

“I love you, too,” you respond when he pulls away. “I think I should wear your teammates’ jerseys more often, though.” 

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Please make this stop| Hakim ZIYECH

Synopsis: in which a pregnant reader is having a rough time.

Warnings: none

A/n: if you have any requests don't hesitate to send them please 🫶🏻

" You just enter the house, I'll get the bags and follow you"

You did as Hakim told you, you already grew tired and annoyed. You both just spent an eternity in the mall trying to find clothes that would fit you especially that your baby bump grew obvious but all you could find were dresses and it wasn't the time of the year where you could wear them. Nevertheless you did find some clothes for your son, the son you were carrying. You immediately sat on the sofa, feeling extremely exhausted and down, you felt like you were not ready to be a mother. It is a great responsibility and you just felt unready and unsure. You waited for hakim to enter and as soon as he did he sat next to you, wrapping his arm around you shoulders and putting his chin on your head, his hand soothing up and down your arm. It's like he felt you, he felt that you were going trough some hard time. Him also! The psg deal that collapsed in the last minutes really made him feel disappointed and angry.

"It's okay love, we'll find you some clothes next time. I made sure the store will bring clothes your size. "

You just nodded and after a while you felt asleep. He helped you walk towards your shared room. You just changed into your sleepwear and removed your make up and then headed to bed without waiting for him.

The next morning you woke up feeling horrible, Hakim was still sleeping since there's no training today. You felt like vomiting and you knew it was the morning sickness. It is very common that women get it during the first months of the pregnancy but it lasted so long for you and when you consulted you doctor she assured that it was okay. You rushed to the bathroom immediately, making some noise that made him wake up as he followed you, he helped you by holding your hair back in a ponytail. It was like a routine you grew familiar with. When you finished washing yor face you returned to bed as you left hakim in the bathroom.

But one thing catched your attention. Your feet were swollen, like really swollen. The sight scared you as you immediately called for him. You showed him your feet and he sighed

" I thought something bad happened! Babe that's literally fine. It happens to every pregnant woman. Plus yesterday we walked a lot so surely there will be some consequences. " He said as he kissed your forehead, you were annoyed he didn't show any sign of caring, he acted as if it's the most normal thing in the world but you didn't say anything yet, you just nodded.

" I'll go make breakfast" he stated as he left.

Shortly after, you got up to follow him, your legs, ankles and feet were extremely sore, you felt as if your lower back was beaten up, the womb was really big and surely it will affect you physically and mentally. You were in your 6th month. You walked slowly and when you reached the kitchen you just sat in a chair, he flashed towards you a smile which you smiled back. You kept looking at your feet, their new shape was unfamiliar with you, at that moment, tears started pooling around your eyes, you just started crying and sobbing, you couldn't help but cry. To say hakim was startled by your state is an understatement, he didn't know what's wrong with you.

"What's wrong love? For the love of god stop crying! Talk to me"

" I can't take this anymore, i'm not fit. This is not how i imagined my pregnancy would be. Please make this stop." You said between your sobs. The overwhelming was too much for you handle.

Hakim on the other hand was trying to be the most understanding person especially that he knew how a woman can act differently during this time, but he himself was going trough a lot. Nevertheless he tried to calm you down as he sat on his knees. His hands holding yours while his thumbs are working in your forehands in a soothing way.

" I know babe! I can feel you but this is all normal. Look there isn't much left and you'll give birth. But this pain is a must. Just cheer up for me, will you? "

" Seriously? You asking me to cheer up? I don't know if you noticed but look at me, i can't even walk straight! My back is killing me! The morning sickness is killing! Everything is so fucked up! " You stood up and spat back, he has been acting so nonchalantly. His expressions fell, not able anymore to hold his anger.

" Define fucked up! You want me to make this stop? How exactly? You signed up for this, i impregnated you when you said you were completely ready! Now you have to be patient !"

You were choked, you didn't expect him to react this way, tears of frustration and anger were making their path on your cheeks.

" I need reassurance, you just give me some sweet words! Wear my shoes for one day. I feel guilty about everything i eat. I'm not myself anymore! "

" Okay! I'm trying you know! Stop being so dramatic already! You act as if the world revolves on you, you're not the first woman to get pregnant."

" I'm being dramatic! Maybe you grew sick of this situation which i'm not blaming you, because i think the same. You're not giving me time, you don't talk to me! You think your words are doing the job? Well flashing news: NO"

He hit the table with his fist, he was raging, you flinched a little bit but there's no holding back at this point.

" Ql*wi! Why you jumping into conclusions? You're putting words in my mouth that i didn't say!" He shouted, clearly loosing it

" You know words come from somewhere deep down! There's no fume without fire" your felt your feet burning and some cramps but you didn't even flinch, the last thing you needed right now was this

" Tl3ti liya f krri! You know what! I'm sick of this situation, it's like you're putting the blame on me for impregnating you! I feel unappreciated, you're not talking to me either knowing damn well i am passing through some hard time trying to secure my career but all you care about is your body! Your feet are swollen! If you used your brain and searched you'll find that it's fuckin normal but you chose to cry over them. Db matsd3ich liya rasi."

If you'd describe your state as choked it'll be an understatement, his words were like a flame of fire, you couldn't fight back anymore you needed a break from this all! You wished you could take a break from the pregnancy.

You stormed to your room,took the smallest suitcase and started packing whatever clothes You've found in front of you. Heading downstairs, you struggled intensely as you were carrying the suitcase. When you reached the last step you were met with hakim's face, his eyes were like fireballs, you didn't recognize them. he grabbed your arm forcefully, it hurts and you didn't know if it was in his intentions to hurt you or not.

" What the fuck are you trying to do?"

" It does not concern you"

He chuckled darkly snd humorlessly

" Oh trust me it does! Since it's my child you are carrying. "

" I can't stay here anymore, this house is suffocating i'll go somewhere else where there's no toxic people"

He laughed as he shook his head in disbelief

" If i was toxic as you say then you are inconsiderate! Lifting up a suitcase all the way down. Acting childish as fuck. This could have affect the baby"

" Nothing would affect the baby more than his mother being in touch with toxic people! If anything happens to the baby then it is you the reason. I quit this shit i'm leaving"

" Oh and where are planning to leave ? All the way to morocco? Netherlands?" He scolded soothing on his beard

" I don't care i just don't want to stay near you !"

" Neither do i care! You're not leaving anywhere! Do you hear me? Now go and do whatever yoga shit you do and forget about this idea"

You knew he wouldn't let you leave, you troath was aching from the shouting session you just had and his words were hurtful, they had a meaning. You just sat on a stair ,with his assistance ofc, feeling defeated and tears started to flow again. He was standing before you, watching your movements and started feeling guilty about what he said earlier. You lifted your head looking him dead in the eyes.

" I'm tired Hakim, i can't take it anymore" you whispered with a hoarse voice, face between your palms. His expression softened as he immediately sat beside you, taking your face between his palms, thumbs working on your cheeks to calm you down.

"Hey, listen to me. Whatever you feel or suffer, we're gonna go through this together! I've put this child inside of you and i'm not willing to let you suffer alone! I'm sorry I didn't pay you the attention you needed I'm trying to do what would be the best for the three of us. I'm sorry luv ! Now stop crying for god's sake."

You nodded while occasionally sobbing from time to another. All the anger you were feeling has evaporated. You wrapped your arms around his waist putting you head on his chest, his heartbeat calmed you. His warm hands sneaked under your pajama's top, caressing your back. He felt you lean in his touch. you stayed like that for a while.

"Hakim?" You whispered softly

"Hmm?"

" Did you mean your words earlier?"

His hand stopped the caressing for a second then he started massaging your lower back as you released a sigh

" Of course not! You know i don't mean any of my words when i'm angry" He explained calmly, his deep voive was reassuring and soothing.

" Hakim, i'm sorry"

" No you needn't babe you're good! It was just a moment of anger"

" Hakim, i'm tired! Let's go to bed "

You stared, lifting your head from his embrace, holding an eye contact, this fight drained all of your energy and you needed to charge

" Alright, let's go to bed a n3asa" he giggled, pecking your pouty lips multiple times.

~~the end~~

First time writing a fanfic so please deal it.

Hope you like it 🫶🏻🩵

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Nikah and first hug with Hakim Ziyech (if you are muslim and know what I mean 😭)

Our First~Hakim Ziyech

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Read this to understand: Nikah literally means conjunction or uniting. In the Islamic legal system, it implies a marriage contract in the presence of a minimum of two males. So its basically a Muslim marriage

In Muslim cultures, there isn't supposed to be any physical contact between a man and a woman before marriage. Now, all Hakim and y/n had to say was 'I accept' three times, and signs their contract, before they would be able to hug each other, for the first time in the 2 years they've been talking and seeing each other

(idk what they ask please bare with me)

"do you accept?" the imam asked y/n

"I accept" she said with no hesitation

After saying it three time it was Hakim's turn

"do you accept?"

"I accept" also without hesitation Hakim answered

Both of them signed their contract, and they were then announced as husband and wife.

Veeryone around them cheered, as y/n's mother ushered her to hug, her now husband

Hakim got up from his seat, opening his arms, before y/n placed herself inside his arms. She felt herself melt into his arms, as he placed them around her waist, while she wrapped hers around his neck.

"oh how long I've waited to hold you in my arms" he mumbled into her ear, making her tighten her grip around him

His scent was intoxicating, making her want to hold him forever.

Her eyes started tearing up, realizing that she just married the love of her life

"I love you Hakim" she mumbled into his neck

He pulled away and pressed a kiss on her forehead, before he rested his forehead on hers

"I love you more darling" he whispered back