undercoverluverr

[undercoverluverr]

“we keep it undercover”

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Content: after a long week in the studio, Mandy invited you and your friends out for a night in the city

Warnings: language, sassy hamzah

Part 1

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YOURUSERNAME POSTED 5 MINUTES AGO!

: long week in the stu, never say I ain’t luv y’all

User: I can’t wait!

User: new music coming soon??

Mandys_iphone: i wanna be the first to listen

↪︎ yourusername: ofcc

User: you look sleep deprived

↪︎ User: she still looks good, like a hot vampire

↪︎ liked by creator

Thatmartinkid: is blood in that cup😱

↪︎ Hamzahthefantastic: yes, mine

↪︎ yourusername: yummy

User: we need more hamzah and y/n content

↪︎ yourusername: keep your eyes peeled

After a long day in the studio I shamelessly lay on the floor and scroll through my instagram comments, my body guard Jacob watches me with a humorous look in his eyes, not judging me—more like he’s admiring.

I read a few funny comments when my phone dings once, then again.

I check it to see that Mandy texted me.

Happiness fills my previously drained body and I leap up from the ground and I walk towards Jacob “we have a long night ahead of us Jacob” i snicker sinisterly “what are your plans y/n” he asks curiously.

“You re gonna meet my friends, and then I’m gonna force you to spend most of the night with them, like basically all night” i smile sweetly, I try to make it sound as unexciting as possible so he backs out but he does nothing but chuckle “I can’t wait, should I order the car to send us back your apartment?” I groan “yes, please” I cross my arms and we walk out of the building.

Once we make it back to my apartment, Jacob hangs out in the living room by the door while i go upstairs to get ready.

Charlie xcx blasts through my apartment while i shower, do my makeup, get changed and take pictures. I open my phone and i post one of the pictures to my story

YOURUSERNAME POSTED 20 SEC AGO!

: gangs getting me out <3

I pack my purse and i head out with Jacob on my trail.

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20 minutes later, Jacob and i stand outside of Mandy and Martins house, it was 7:30 so I wasn’t running too late.

I knock on the door and once it opens the sound of music pounding greets me, mandy stands infront of me with a smile on her face she hugs me tightly and invites us in “it’s so nice to see you!” I smile “you too, it’s been too long we need to do this more” she nods and I point behind me “that’s Jacob” they exchange hellos and he waits by the door while I go in to say hi to everyone.

“Look who joined the party!” Martin bumps his hip with mine awkwardly and I shake my head, he turns his head to the side to laugh and embraces me in a side hug “how are you?” He asks and I tilt my head back and forth “I’m doing pretty good, I definitely want to talk to you about some music stuff later but I genuinely can’t discuss anything music right now” I laugh and we walk behind the island in the kitchen.

He hands me a drink and we talk with Mandy until i feel an arm around my shoulders, i turn and look up slightly at a smirking hamzah “you need to get your phone checked?” He asks me with so much sincerity in his voice I’m genuinely confused “no? My phones working fine” i laugh “really?” He leans in closer “then why haven’t you texted me” my mouth opens a bit and i roll my eyes “oh my god Hamzah” i turn out his embrace to face him “Im a busy music artist, I’ve been in the studio all week” i try to explain myself and he pulls me towards him and hugs me, my arms wrap around him “i know” he whispers “you know id never ignore you” my voice is muffled against his black nit sweater.

I look back at Mandy and Martin and they are distracted as they talk to each other, i spot chase and Claire in the corner and i start to head over when i feel hamzah drag me away and out the front door, Jacob follows.

“What are you doing?” I laugh “Jacob go inside” he quirks a brow but i motion him back and he sighs and steps towards the door.

“ i was going to say hi to chase and Claire” i whine “you’re gonna see them all night, don’t worry” he opens the passenger door and i sit down, he closes the door and makes his way to the drivers side.

He lets out a sigh “we’re leaving in 20 minutes and I wanted to catch up with you” i roll my eyes “obsessed much” i tease “with you? Yes, you’re one of my best friends” his eyes scan my face “you’re one of my best friends too, and I’m sorry I’ve been so busy.” He flips his hand down “don’t stress it”

“I was actually just gonna bring this up to Martin, i wanna bring you guys to the studio soon, see what we can cook up, if you’re down” i kick my heels off onto the floor and pull my legs to my chest “working with a celebrity” he puts a hand to his chest “im honoured” i give him a look “enough boi” he laughs at me “that sounds dope as fuck though, we can figure it all out later” i nod.

We get some music playing and 20 minutes later everyone is jumping in the car, Mandy sits on Martin lap behind hamzah, Jacob sits in the middle and Claire sits on chase behind me.

I feel Claire’s hands ruffle my hair from behind my seat and i groan “bruhh” we both laugh “I haven’t seen you in so long” she giggles and chase agrees “everyone keeps saying that like it hasn’t been 2 weeks” i shake my head “not even 2 for him” i point at hamzah “i saw him last Friday! And he’s still complaining” chase snorts and hamzah laughs nervously not sure what to say.

He put the car in drive and we start cruising slowly down the street.

“First stop is the arcade!” Martin announced, reading off Mandy’s phone and the car lets out excited sounds, even Jacob has a small smile on his face and I watch as Martin sparks up a conversation with him about the most random stuff ever “so your a body guard, is there a reason you chose this profession or just because you like the idea of being a knight, or taking care of celebrities like my friend over there” Jacob answer all his questions and I turn back to look out the window as I try not to laugh as everyone starts ganging up on him in the back.

I pick up my phone, tempted to post on instagram again but I decide to wait until we made it to the arcade.

[undercoverluverr]

“we keep it undercover”

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— hamzahthefantastic x musician reader

— face claim: m1a._r4ven

— social media fic (instagram+messages) with writing

★★★Y/N★★★

—> y/n has lived in Toronto for 2 years and has become the city’s IT girl. Her music has sparked the city to life. A year ago she became friends with Mandy and her boyfriend and all their friends, she clicked with them right away. She could always feel tension between her and Hamzah but assumed that all the flirting and teasing was just how he was with his friends because he never made a move, but she were wrong and now Hamzah is slowly slithering into her life, online and in real life.

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pt.1!

[undercoverluverr]

DO IT FOR THE GRAM PART FOUR

(FINAL WRITTEN PART)

Content: post fight, acknowledging relationship

Warning: a but suggestive, language, kissing

Current day~

I woke up to the soft sound of water pouring down from the bathroom, I quickly recognized it as the shower, I groan and turn on my side and I feel the absence of hamzahs body.

After a few minutes the water turns off and hamzah walks into the room, with only a towel around his hips.

“Good morning” he chuckles, leaning down to kiss me softly and I hum, grabbing his arm to pull him closer and he laughs again

“I have to film with Martin later for the podcast, but I wanna hang out with you today” he strokes my cheek softly, my eyes burn trying to stay on his face, but I can’t feel the heat radiating off his body.

I chew on my lip and nod “what do you wanna do?” I ask and he shrugs, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to me “whatever you want” there’s a short moment of silence “have you checked socials yet?” I ask him and he shakes his head immediately “I don’t wanna have that I my head during the podcast, we can deal with it later” I nod in agreement “I was stupid for jumping on you like that” I laugh nervously and he shakes his head “no, you weren’t. I was stupid for grabbing your ass and kissing the shit out of you Infront of all those cameras” he smirks “adrenaline” I flash him a smile “yeah” he says softly.

A few hours later I’m dressed and ready for whatever the day has planned for me, Im Sitting at hamzahs desk with my knees at my chest while he’s at the studio with Martin.

My phone is faced down and I chew my nails as I contemplate going on it, I know that everyone has seen everything and as much as I’m not embarrassed in the slightest, I’m worried about what everyone is saying.

I groan and I open my phone, avoiding social media and into my contacts, the latest messages from basically everyone including my mom are questions and interrogations, but I click on the one contact I’ve been dying to speak too. Mandy.

I open our text thread and the only new message is her saying “I knew it.” I laugh to myself and I roll my eyes and I text her back. I tell her everything and she calls me so fast I recoil.

“You’re lying to me” she gasps and I giggle “nopee” “you absolute freaks” she tsks “enough, at least I didn’t meet him off tinder like a millennial” she goes quiet “you suck” she laughs “what are you doing today?” She ask me “hamzah said he wants to hang out but I don’t what we’re doing yet” she hums “alright, well Martin and hamzah are just wrapping up the podcast episode right now so we can both go back to our mans, I’ll talk to you later”

We both say bye and I wait patiently for hamzah to get back home. When I finally hear the door open I leap up to meet him, his eyes sparkle a bit when he sees me and he takes me by the waist “hi pretty” he kisses me softly “how was the podcast” I search his face with my eyes and he purses his lips “it went good” he wraps his arm around my shoulders and leads us into the living room.

“Check your phone yet?” I ask him and he shakes his head “you?” He asks back “only to text Mandy” I chew my lip and he sighs “I think it’s time we face them” I nod and I cuddle into his side while he opens his phone.

We check instagram first, a lot of the posts are about the fight but there’s lots of paparazzi photos of our kiss and fan accounts reposting it, we move to TikTok and every other video is about it.

“Jesus” hamzah mutters and I laugh “yeah, people are both mad and happy” I poke his side “why are they mad I have a girlfriend” I freeze “since when do you have a girlfriend” I raise a brow up at him “since last night” he points behind him to the spot on the couch that was.. used, last night.

A blush heats my cheeks but u don’t back down “I don’t remember being asked to be a girlfriend” he groans and places his phone down, he places me roughly in his lap and I gasp “will you be my girlfriend?” He asks in a whisper, I lean forward “hmm, no” he bites his lips “try again” I giggle “yes hamzah, I’ll be your girlfriend you nerd” he kisses me and he pulls his phone out again, taking a picture of us and captions it “boyfriend mode” and posts it to his story.

“Let the chaos continue” we both laugh.

Ughhh this is so bad and rushed, I have some updates!

1. Sorry this took so long, I genuinely didn’t know how to end this and I got bored of it😭😭

2. The social media fic that goes with this is still happening but is being pushed back because I have a different social media fic coming out very soon (today or tomorrow) detail on that will be posted with the official announcement

3. I hoped y’all enjoyed thiss, sorry the last chapter sucks lmaooo, hope you enjoy the rest

Part three:

[undercoverluverr]

DO IT FOR THE GRAM PT THREE

Content: hamzahs fight with Martin ends with hamzah and you having a intense night

Warnings: smut, bad language, mentions of blood and fighting

Part two at the bottom!

Two weeks later~

I was terrified.

I didn’t want to admit it—I wouldn’t admit it—but I was. I’d been pretending all day. Pretending I wasn’t chewing the inside of my cheek constantly. Pretending I didn’t feel like my skin was trying to peel off from the anxiety crawling beneath it.

Hamzah had been training nonstop for weeks. When he wasn’t glued to my side, he was buried in it—blowing through workouts until his lungs gave out and his hands trembled. He pushed himself so hard, it scared me. I watched him run drills until he collapsed, shoulders heaving, body soaked, retching into a trash can while I sat helpless on the other side of the room.

It was attractive, of course—God, it was—but the kind of attractive that hurt to witness. Discipline like that wasn’t sexy anymore when it meant seeing the person you loved slowly destroy himself in silence.

Every time I tried to help, he’d smile through the pain and shut the door between us.

Now here I am—front row of the ring, clutching the edge of my seat like it’s a lifeline, with Mandy beside me. Neither of us speaking, both of us waiting.

Waiting for our boys to come out.

“I’m scared,” I finally whisper, like the truth tastes wrong on my tongue.

Mandy turns to me, her expression unreadable. “Don’t worry. It’ll be okay.” Her voice wobbles, though, and I know she’s trying to convince herself just as much as me.

The lights cut. The bass drops.

The music blasts through the speakers like a shot to the chest. People cheer. The announcer’s voice is all static and bravado, hyping up the fight like it’s some kind of game.

And then Hamzah walks out.

My breath leaves my body.

He’s wearing his mouthguard, gloves already up, head tilted slightly down like he’s mentally locked in. He doesn’t smile—until he sees me.

He taps his chest with one gloved fist and points right at me, a single wink flashing like lightning.

I feel my face heat. I try to suppress the way my lips twitch up, but it’s useless. When I glance at Mandy, I see the same look of quiet worship painted all over her face as she stares at Martin.

And then the bell rings.

The fight begins.

Instantly, adrenaline punches through my chest like a freight train. Every muscle in my body tightens as they circle each other, jabbing, ducking, striking. The sound of gloves against flesh echoes through the arena and hits like gunfire.

I can barely breathe.

Hamzah moves like fire—fluid and vicious. But Martin’s no slouch. They’re friends, but this match? It’s war.

With every hit that lands—especially the ones that make Hamzah stumble—my stomach twists tighter. I want to scream. Mandy’s hand finds mine, and we grip each other like it’s the only thing keeping us tethered to earth.

The rounds pass. Hamzah’s breathing gets heavier. His face begins to bleed—just a slow drip from his nose, red trailing down his lip, painting the front of his mouthguard like a warning.

His eyes stay locked. Cold. Focused.

And then it’s the final round.

The bell clangs.

The noise of the crowd fades into static in my ears.

Hamzah launches forward with everything he has left in him, and Martin answers just as hard. The force of each punch reverberates in my bones. Every block, every swing, every sharp exhale of breath—I’m stuck in it like a dream I can’t wake up from.

And just when I think I might break from the pressure—

The final bell rings.

The ref steps between them.

Time’s up.

The announcer’s voice cuts through the roar of the crowd: “Winner—Blue corner!”

I stand so fast the chair nearly topples beneath me. My hands fly to my mouth as tears spring to my eyes—part relief, part panic, part love so intense it feels like it might drown me.

He did it.

He won.

He’s still standing.

Mandy hugs me tightly. I squeeze her back, trembling, whispering something reassuring that neither of us really hears. Before we can head backstage together, my manager appears, all buzzing phone and urgent voice.

“Go,” i say gently. “Hamzah’s gonna miss you.” she says knowingly and I motion for her to go without me

I watch her disappear down the hallway.

The second I’m free, I sprint.

My boots pound the concrete floor. My heart is still racing like the fight hasn’t ended.

I reach the back hallway—the exit tunnel where the press has swarmed, cameras flashing like a storm. Hamzah emerges through the chaos, blood still drying on his skin, hair damp, towel around his neck, eyes scanning.

cameras and press surround the door and hamzah walks steadily down, his eyes land on me and without thinking I run towards him.

I crash into him, arms wrapping around his torso, and his head drops instantly to my shoulder. He breathes me in like it’s the first clean inhale he’s had in weeks. His lips press to my skin—soft and shaky.

Then his hand slides under the back of my thighs and lifts me.

I gasp, legs automatically wrapping around his waist. His mouth crashes into mine, rough and unfiltered, like the adrenaline never left his body. His hand is bruised and bandaged, but he holds me like I’m the only thing holding him together.

The kiss is messy, desperate, and passionate.

It’s not until the flashes blind me that I realize—cameras.

Everywhere.

I flinch, pulling back slightly, blinking through the lights.

“Let’s get out of here,” I whisper against his jaw.

“Okay, baby,” he says, voice low and blown out. But he doesn’t let me go.

He walks right through the press—with me in his arms. Not caring. Not hesitating. Not even pretending this is for show.

He carries me straight to the car, then opens the door and sets me down like I’m made of glass. He hands me the keys.

“Can you drive?”

I nod, still breathless. “Of course.”

He slides into the seat beside me, head resting back, breathing finally slowing.

I start the car.

“Tell me what you need,” I say after a beat, looking over at him. His face is bruised, cut, exhausted. But his eyes—they’re still burning.

“Tell me, Hamzah. I’ll do anything. Just let me help you.”

“You,” he says. So quietly I almost don’t hear it. “I want you.”

I reach across the console and grab his hand. “You have me,” I say. “You always have.”

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We make it back to his place in silence. His cats, Red and Blue, perk up when we walk in, meowing softly as they circle the couch.

I hand him a glass of water and he downs half of it in one gulp. I make my way toward him slowly, admiring him like he’s some battle-worn knight who just returned home.

“You did so good,” I whisper, standing between his knees. I run my hand through his hair gently.

He bites his lip, eyes dark. “Come here.”

I slide into his lap, careful at first, until his hands find my waist and guide me closer. One of them settles under my thighs again, the other on my ass, fingers squeezing, grounding himself through me.

“Are you in pain?” I ask softly, brushing the blood near his cheek.

He shakes his head.

“Don’t lie to me,” I say, pressing my palm to his chest.

He breathes in deep, eyes fluttering shut. “I’ll only be in pain if you leave me.”

My heart tightens. I run my thumb gently along the cut on his cheek and he flinches.

“Please, baby…” he murmurs, barely audible. “You can take care of me later. Let me take care of you now.”

His hips lift, just enough to make me feel him. I exhale sharply, melting into the tension between us.

His lips find mine again and I give into him completely, my body moves with the movement of his hips and my breathing gets heavier.

I can feel him through his sweatpants and he groans when I press down harder against him.

His hands grip my hips, grinding against me he hooks his fingers into the hem of my pants, he leaves me low with a peck.

“Can I take these off?” He asks and I nod “you don’t have to ask” I let out an unsteady breath and he smirks.

He flips us over and he pulls down my pants and panties down together, I gasp at the cold air that suddenly pierces my legs, but his warm hands sooth me.

He runs his fingers up my thighs, kissing me like I’ll disappear.

His face meets my pussy and my breathing is all over the place, he plants a kiss to my clit and I squirm “I got you baby” he says his eyes planted on mine before he dives between my legs.

Kissing, licking, and sucking while im a moaning mess, it’s so unreal how we went from stangers to best friends who could never fight the dating allegations to this — absolutely infatuated with each other.

My hand finds his hair and i groan “you- you need to grow your hair out” I lean up on my elbows and he peaks up from between my legs and i feel my pussy clench at the sight of is slick covered face, he licks his lips.

“Why?” He wonders

“I need something to pull on” I mean it sincerely but we both laugh.

“I will just for you” he goes back to eating me out and I moan loudly when he sucks on my clit.

“Fuck hamzah! Keep doing that please” I breathe out, whimpering.

“Ride it out, baby” he mumbles against me

He keeps going, absolutely devouring me and I grip the edge of the couch as I feel my orgasm hit me like a truck “holy shit!” I moan as I cum on his tongue.

I pant, my head thrown back. Hamzah kisses up my body until he reaches my neck, he licks and sucks softly “you are so pretty when you’re coming on my face”

He kisses my lips and I feel his boner harder than ever press against my sensitive pussy, I reach for the zipper of his hoodie and I pull it down, brushing the fabric off his shoulders and onto the floor.

He pulls his pants off while I remove my shirt, suddenly he picks me up and I squeal, chuckling he carries me to his bedroom and places me on the bed.

My head is propped up by pillows by the headboard and he climbs over to me, hovering over me and the tension of his boxers blocking him from being inside of me is killing me.

He reaches behind my back and unclasps my bra, and he tosses it on the floor as he admires my breasts.

“You are perfect, I’ll never get tired of this”

I laugh “I haven’t even done anything yet” and his eyes meet mine

“You have done plenty baby” he kisses me again, grinding his clothed cock against my soaking pussy.

“Are you sure you want this?” He searches my eyes for an answer “yes hamzah, god I’ve been dying for this”

He kisses me like I’ve never been kissed before, it makes my body feel like it’s levitating, his tongue competes with mine but like earlier tonight, he wins.

He pushes his boxers down and I moan into his mouth when I feel ever detail of his cock run up and down my pussy, his tip meeting my clit perfectly with every thrust.

“I’m on birth control” I whimper into his mouth, hoping it’ll make him move faster

“I know, baby have some patience” he smiles and I shake my head and I wrap my legs around his torso “I need you now” my body pulses for him “if you keep doing that I’m gonna cum again” i whisper when his hips speed up slightly.

He cocks a brow “really, you like this?” He goes faster “yes! Fuck” my back arches and I can feel every vein slide up and down my clit faster and faster.

just when I feel myself getting closer to coming again he sinks into me and my body jerks up and a moan escapes my body, so loud it shocks me.

Hamzah grunts into my ear “you’re so tight, fuck” he moves his hips in slow, short thrusts trying to control himself.

He moves faster, kissing me again.

My legs stay locked around him and my nails dig into his back and he starts to fuck into me faster and faster.

Tears slide down my face as he starts the pound into me, moans get caught in my throat and my nails run down his back, definitely leaving marks.

I cry out, my body heaving as he keeps going.

“H-hamzah! I can’t, oh my god!” He sits up onto his knees, gripping my hips and he thrusts into me, watching where we connect.

“You are everything, I need you like this forever” his thrusts slow down a little but it’s still the most earth shattering experience ever.

“Such a good girl for me, taking this dick” he leans down to kiss me.

“I’m gonna cum in you baby, that okay?” I nod aggressively

“Please! Fuck I’m gonna cum” I repeat over and over until we’re both moaning out as we finish together.

He collapses on top of me and my mind is spinning as I try to collect myself.

“Holy shit” I breathe out and he chuckles “holy shit is right” he breaths against my chest.

He kisses me so softly before slightly limping towards the bathroom and that’s when I remember that he’s probably in pain, but to not ruin the moment I decided to wait until the morning to help him.

He returns with a damp towel and he spreads my sore legs to clean up our mess, he changes into a pair of fresh boxers and a black tank top and he slides a pair of his boxers on me and a blue and white striped shirt that is huge on my body.

He smiles down at me “what?” I ask, the happiness in my voice unconcealed “you look so beautiful in my shirt” he climbs in the bed next to me and pulls me towards him.

“I’ve worn your clothes before” I kiss his exposed arms

“You looked beautiful then too” he kisses my forehead

“You are so lucky I love you because you need to shower baby” I snort and his face lights up and turns pink.

“I Love you too”

Hey…erm

Part four coming soon! I’m zooming through these oml

[undercoverluverr]

DO IT FOR THE GRAM PT TWO!

Content: hamzah and you go out on a date!

Warnings: mentions of smoking, bad language, kissing?

part one at the bottom!

Present day ~

It was around 6 p.m and I was half-melted into the couch, watching whatever reality show I’d left on for background noise. All I’ve caught onto is that girl 1 tried to steal girl 2 man but apparently he’s been sleeping with girl 3… I don’t know. I was contemplating dinner, or realistically, whether I had enough energy to microwave leftovers—when my phone started buzzing on the armrest.

Hammock aka Hamzah.

I smiled before I even answered.

We’d been close since the podcast episode. There’s something about the way Hamzah joked—half absurd, half genius—clicked with me instantly. Ever since, he’s just… stayed. Showed up. Stuck around. Like a really charming virus.

I picked up the call. “Hellooo?”

“Hey,” he said, voice scratchy, like he’d been rehearsing it. “Do you—um…” he cleared his throat. “Do you wanna like… go for dinner or something?”

I sat up a little. That stutter? Not normal. He never hesitated around me. Ever.

“Yeah, of course. Where should we go?” I asked, already walking toward my closet, cringing at the stained hoodie I was wearing.

“I made a reservation,” he said quickly. “I’ll pick you up in forty-five.”

“What?” I nearly squealed.

“Dress nice,” he added in a low murmur, voice suddenly dipped in something thick and smoky. Before I could respond, the call ended.

I blinked down at my phone like it had personally betrayed me.

“What the actual fuck!”

I took a hit from my pen, then my vape for balance. Short notice stress required chemical assistance. My closet exploded. My room turned into a war zone. By the time I landed on the green dress, fishnets, and tall black boots, I had five minutes left and eyeliner halfway on.

That’s when I heard the knock. Followed by the call.

I answered it, already rolling my eyes. “You are so impatient, Hamzah.”

He laughed, the sound lazy and loaded. “I’m patient when I need to be, baby.”

He took a drag of something and I heard the faint crackle. “If you want a hit off this, you better hurry your ass out here.”

I didn’t even respond—just launched my eyeliner across the vanity and bolted downstairs, heels clacking like gunshots on tile.

I opened the door.

There he was. Leaning against the brick wall like he’d been carved into it. Shirt open at the collar, black suit sharp enough to cut someone, joint between his fingers like it was made for him. His blond buzzcut that drove me crazy not hidden by a beanie for once, and I had to bite my lip. Actually had to.

He turned and looked at me.

The stare was mutual, intense, and not even pretending to be casual.

He handed me the joint wordlessly, and I took it with my left hand. His fingers wrapped around my right, warm and slow, and he led me down the stairs like we were already somewhere sacred.

“You look beautiful,” he said quietly.

“Don’t be all cringe on me,” I muttered.

He licked his bottom lip and bit it lightly, head tilting. “Get in the car, baby.”

I stepped on the joint to put it out and climbed in, still reeling. The way he was acting. The way I was acting.

The ride felt suspended in something strange and cinematic. He drove faster than usual, windows cracked. I connected my phone to the car. Daniel Di Angelo’s “ride for me” poured out, smooth and gritty. He didn’t say anything, but he smirked like he liked the vibe.

I stared at him sideways. The streetlights painting him gold.

“Hamzah?”

“Yeah?” He glanced over at me, slowing at a red light.

“…Is this a date?”

He laughed, sudden and real. “Yes, it’s a date. I thought that was obvious!”

“Shut up! It’s not like you asked me.”

“Fine,” he said, eyes glinting. “Will you go on a date with me?”

I crossed my arms dramatically. “Nope.”

“What!?” He gawked in disbelief

“Take me home,” I said flatly.

“You can’t be serious—”

“Of course I’m not serious,” I said, smiling now. “I’ll go on a date with you.”

He laughed, full chest, relief flooding his voice. “Good,” he said as the light turned green. “Because we’re here.”

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The restaurant looked like something out of a movie. Like a place people propose in. While Hamzah checked us in, I tried to guess where we’d be sitting. Booth? Back corner?

Wrong.

The hostess led us up a flight of glass stairs to a rooftop patio lit by string lights and candlelight. Our table was in a private alcove. The CN Tower lit up the skyline behind him like we were on the cover of a softboy album.

“Hamzah!” I gasped, leaning over the table.

He smiled with teeth, so big and boyish I almost melted. “I had a feeling you’d like it.”

My foot tapped his under the table and stayed, sliding up his leg softly. “I love it,” I said honestly. “All of this is so… perfect.”

He furrowed his brows, leaning back with a smirk. “Don’t get all cringe on me.”

I kicked him lightly. “Stop it.”

We ate slowly, comfortably, like we’d done it a thousand times. I gave him the cucumbers I hated. He passed me bites of his risotto without asking. We shared dessert without talking about it.

After dinner, we wandered the rooftop. I hit my vape while he talked about the constellations like he knew what he was pointing at.

I turned toward the CN Tower, neon against the ink sky. When I looked back, Hamzah was watching me.

“What?” I asked, soft and dizzy from food and affection.

He stepped closer, just a little. His hands hung at his sides like he was waiting for the right moment.

“Can I kiss you, baby?”

I blinked. And then I giggled, beaming up at him. “Yes hamzah.”

He laughed at how fast I said it, hands coming up to cradle my face. He kissed me softly, sweetly, like he was testing the pressure. Like he’d wanted to for a long time.

⸻

He drove me home after that. No rush. Just soft music and shared glances.

Back at my place, I kicked my boots off at the door and yawned harder than I meant to. He caught it.

“Tired?” he asked, voice warm.

“A little,” I mumbled.

“C’mere,” he said.

I didn’t question it. We curled up on my bed—fully dressed but tangled, my head tucked under his chin, his fingers playing absently with the hem of my dress.

He kissed me again, and again, and again until my lips were sensitive and his were pink and plump, I swiped my thumb over them before pressing one more long kiss on his lips, soft and sweet before I cuddled back into him.

The last thing I remember before drifting off was his hand on my back and the sound of him whispering, almost like a thought out loud

“I think I’ve been in love with you since Martin introduced us.”

I smiled into his chest.

“I know.”

Then sleep took us. And everything felt finally, perfectly quiet.

Chapter two already 😱😱😱

Guys prepare for the next chapter because it’s gonna be long, angsty, and spicy as fuck.

Post fight hamzah gonna be a beast

part one:

[undercoverluverr]

DO IT FOR THE GRAM PT ONE!

Content: Y/ns and Hamzahs backstory

Warnings: bad language, weird humour? Idk nothing bad

Six months ago ~

I walk into Martin and Mandy’s house, a huge bag of blind boxes for us to open for out channels. She greets me with a hug and we make our way to the kitchen to grab her laptop and she laughs when she hears Martin screaming from his “man cave”

“Him and hamzah have been trying to beat this horror game for a few days and I think they are driving themselves crazy” I laugh when I hear Martin scream again.

I met Martin and Mandy about a year ago, Mandy quickly became my best friend and Martin became the comedic relief I needed.

I met Hamzah a long time ago but we never filmed together or hung out together so we never got close, even though he’s really nice, and super funny and honestly really fucking cute.

“I brought hello kitty blind boxes and Sonny angels so we can split them up for our channels” I say shaking the bag, she smiles “okay perfect!” We make our way upstairs and when we sit down she turns to me “oh I forgot, Martin invited the both of us on their podcast next month if you wanna come on”

I pursed my lips, contemplating if this was a good idea before quickly agreeing “yeah sounds fun” I nod “I know you and hamzah aren’t super close but its gonna be fun”

Five months ago~

OOC: flamethrowers - socially acceptable, or not so much?

“So… Hamzah, what the actual hell made you think bringing a flamethrower to a podcast studio was a good idea?” Martin starts right as the intro music ends

“Not just brought. Used. Shirtless. While making s’mores. While playing a slowed-down remix of “Crank That (Soulja Boy).” I have the footage. For legal reasons.” Mandy exclaimed, humour and horror in her voice, I laugh.

“it was vintage and we were out of lighters.“ hamzah defended himself

“That is genuinely the worst excuse ever, like that’s a Walmart version of a influencer apology” i tell him, putting on a bit as I look genuinely scarred

“First of all, I am not Walmart anything. I’m Hamzah the Fantastic. Fantastic, as in — better than your faves.” He proudly states, crossing his arms

“Nah ’cause that’s bold coming from a man who wore a Hufflepuff hoodie to a funeral—“ Martin points at him and laughs

“IT WAS A CASUAL FUNERAL.” Hamzah yells

“What the hell is a casual funeral???” Mandy looks over at him, genuinely confused

“Is that like a drive-thru cremation?” I ask, itching my head and everyone laughs, breaking character

CLIP JUMP

“Anyways, back to hamzah bringing in a flamethrower” Mandy starts

“To be clear. I wasn’t trying to be dramatic. I was trying to be convenient. The marshmallow bag said “roast for 5–7 minutes.” I did it in 2. That’s efficiency.” Hamzah tells us like there is no issue at all

“You incinerated them. They looked like they owed you money.” I laugh, trying to explain the problem at hand

“No, because they looked like they were bad, what kinda marshmallow were they?” Mandy asked him

“Artisanal. I got them from an Etsy shop that also sells cursed Funko Pops.” He explained with excitement

“There’s a grocery store 5 minutes from your house bruh” Martin said with fake disapproval

“And yet somehow, that’s still not the weirdest thing that’s happened in this studio. Remember when that influencer tried to summon the spirit of Vine in the bathroom?” Mandy looked to Martin

“Bro put a ring light in the toilet and whispered “do it for the Vine” three times” Martin told us

CLIP JUMP

“Okay, question: Do you think if you’re hot enough, anything becomes socially acceptable? Mandy asked with her notebook in her lap

“Yes. That’s literally the influencer business model. If you’re hot, you can commit light fraud, start a wellness cult, and drop an eyeshadow palette for $120.” Hamzah answered first

“ I feel like I just saw someone online do ALL of those things in the past month” I said, making direct eye contact with the camera

“The subtle shade isn’t very subtle” Martin giggles, holding his hand to his mouth

“Also can we talk about how Y/N said nothing when I lit the flamethrower — just made eye contact with me” Hamzah tried to call me out

“I was mentally preparing to die. But, like, aesthetically.” I said trying to defend myself

“Like “deceased but in a hot way?” He states more than asks

“RIP but make it editorial.” Mandy adds on

“No casket, just an Instagram carousel of your ashes next to a matcha latte and a book you didn’t read.” Martin says, talking with his hands as he tried to draw out the big picture

“Captioned “sometimes you just burn out <3” I say and everyone tries to hide their laughter

CLIP JUMP

“Honestly, I feel like Hamzah and Y/N are the exact chaotic duo that would livestream themselves hiding in an IKEA overnight but then get caught in like 30 minutes” Martin tells the camera

“We will be doing that just to prove that we can make it the full night” I say, no humour in my voice

“Absolutely, and we will because we’re LIKE THAT” hamzah dabs me up

“Nah you’d bring your big ass metal water bottle and get caught super fast” Mandy teases me

“No way boi” I groan

“And hamzah you would shamelessly open and munch on a bag of chips like no one could hear you” Mandy continues

“The more y’all talk the more I’m tempted” Hamzah wiggles his brows

“Guys tune into y/n YouTube next week for “hamzah and y/n stay overnight at IKEA” Hamzah talks to the camera as he wraps his arm around me

“You two are like If “I can fix him” and “I can make him worse” had a podcast.” Martin scoffs, still in character

“Guess who’s who.” Hamzah puts on a shocked face

“I feel like we switch hourly.” I giggle

CLIP JUMP

“I feel like I need to say this on record: the way you two bully each other flirtatiously is disturbing.” Martin starts

“It’s not flirting. I just told Y/N her hoodie looks like it was bought from a haunted Etsy shop. That’s friendship.” Hamzah nods

“And I told Hamzah his voice sounds like it’s been filtered through a Twitch streamer’s sock. Also friendship.” This time I dab him up and at the same time we look at the camera

“Friendship”

“But wait” Hamzah looks at me

“Your phone background is just a blurred photo of soup. What do you know about taste?” He raises a brow

“You said “yeet” unironically in 2025. You should be publicly tried.”

“You guys are either one bad joke away from a lawsuit or a situationship.” Mandy looks at us with a unreadable expression

“Plot twist: both.” Martin says

CLIP JUMP

“Alright before someone sends this to our parents, final thoughts?” Mandy asks us

“Flamethrowers are valid. Fire is cleansing. Shirtless s’mores are a human right.” Hamzah throws his hands down

“If this podcast studio explodes, just know I looked great.” I smile proudly

“This felt like sitting in a group chat that should’ve been deleted in 2019.” Mandy covers her face

“This was not a podcast. This was a gang initiation. See you next week.” Martin exclaims excitedly

Two months ago ~

“Teaching My Best Friend to Swordfight with Pool Noodles While My Cats Judge Us”

The camera is slightly tilted as red lies next to it on the stairs, looking into hamzahs living room. Blue is asleep on the couch, not caring about anything going on in front of him, not even me wearing a child sized knight helmet from the dollar store, or hamzah holding two neon pool noodles in a fighting stance.

“Welcome to the fighting arena!” Hamzah announces loudly towards the camera, then turns to me.

“Take that helmet off it looks ridiculous”

I scoff “you’re just mad that I’m giving medieval diva and you’re giving if “how to train my dragon” was actually how to train my cat” I lean in “and you failed”

Hamzah looks at me in disbelief and takes a step towards me, knocking my helmet off.

The camera cuts to us in the same spot but less heated.

Hamzah groans and leans down to massage his legs

“Why are you’re calves cramping, we’ve been standing for 5 minutes” I ask deadpan

“Because I’ve been carrying this friendship like Jesus carried the cross boi”

“Oh my go-“

The camera cuts again and switches to hamzahs iPhone and it shows us in selfie mode as he talks to the camera, me in the back.

“So today I decided we’re going to settle our problems the healthy way” he pauses and I stand up in the back holding the noodles in my hands “by whacking each other with pool noodles in my living room” he finishes

“THERAPY WHOO??” I yell out

A dramatic montage begins: dramatic battle music plays over poorly choreographed pool noodle fighting, the cats sit together on the couch both looking aggressively unimpressed. I spin around in slow motion, and hit hamzah across the shoulder, he collapses and it’s something out of a very bad drama the way he sinks to the floor.

The camera returns to normal time and I face his phone towards him on the floor “my death was tragic, sexy, and heroic as I was betrayed by my one true friend” he cups his hands “no offence Martin” he coughs and continues his dramatic monologue “I..will never…recover” his eyes close.

I flip the camera back to me, showing a very unflattering angle “boi what da hell boi”

It turns back to Hamzah groaning in fake pain and I smack him “ow!” He frowns “die quieter, your scaring your children” the camera pans to blue and red as they sleep peacefully.

We both decide to take a break for a bit before filming the outro, I’m cuddled up in hamzahs hoodie and we are sprawled out in the floor, laughing at each other’s jokes.

Blue is curled up next hamzah and red is sniffing around by my ear making me shiver and giggle.

“Do you think we peaked when you lit marshmallow on fire in the studio?” I ask him, a random question on my mind

“Nah, that was our villain origin story. This? This is the spin off sitcom” he snorts

“What’s it called” I wonder what he might come up with

“Uhh two idiots, one brain cell, and two cats who secretly plot our deaths” he says confidently

“Mmm, rolls off the tongue”

A few minutes pass, a comfortable silence until hamzah calls me name softly.

“Y/n?” He says almost nervously

“Yess?” I ask

“Im glad you’re here, though. Like.. in my life. Even if we spend most of it roasting each other and doing shit that might end us in jail one day” I nod in agreement to the last statement “you really are one of the best things that ever happened to”

“That is the nicest thing anyone has every said to me while their foot is this close to my mouth” I say softly, teasing him

He attempts to move down to put his foot closer to me and I squeal

“You’re welcome, I am emotional available but in, like, an underground way. You gotta dig”

“I’m tryna find a way to make this dirty but I can’t”

“You are the worst” we both laugh

“No no but if we’re being all gross and soppy I have to say that you’re lowkey sweeter than I expected.”

“What? You thought I was gonna be a dickhead?” He wonders

“I knew you were gonna be a dickhead. But I thought you’d be more emotionally closed off and have a huge ego”

“All I’m hearing is compliments” he rests his hands under his head and sighs happily, I sit up and i push on his stomach and he groans, his brown glossy eyes looking up at me

“I was right about the ego”

“So what, you thought I’d fall in love with you and then ghost you?”

My eyebrows raise “is that your plan?”

He rolls his eyes “bold of you to ask while wearing ,y hoodie and laying three inches from me”

“Exactly, proximity threats? Red flags everywhere”

“You are so lucky you…” he trails off

“I’m so lucky I…?” He turns to me like he’s coming out of a trance and shakes his head “so lucky you’re my best friend and I’m forced to deal with you”

I yawn “you can leave whenever you want, I won’t miss ya”

He stands up and walks towards the door “okay. Bye.” He shrugs Turing around the corner and into the kitchen

“Wait! Wait!” He peaks his head from the kitchen and tilts his head, telepathically asking me “yess?”

“I would miss you.” I tell him, more sincerity in my voice than I expected “I would miss you too dumbass” he walks back towards me and I smile “wait, bitch this is yours fucking house!”

The camera starts to hamzah and I sitting on the couch

“If you ever feel like you’re emotionally repressed and surrounded by feral animals, just remember — that’s called friendship.” Hamzah tells the camera

“Or trauma bonding. Same diff.” I smile

“Tune in next week when we test who’s more likely to get kicked out of IKEA again.” He says in the most YouTuber voice ever

“Spoiler: it’s you.”

“Spoiler: it’s both of us. In matching disguises. With wigs.”

“You like doing dumb stuff with me, huh?” I poke at him

“Yeah. Kinda my favorite thing.” He sticks out his tongue

“Simp behavior. Couldn’t be me.” I look away

“Okay say that again while wearing my hoodie and drinking my juice box.” He rolls his eyes

“It’s giving delusional wife energy.” I say laughing

“It’s giving you want it to be.” Hamzah whispers

“No it’s giving #NEVERBEATINGTHEALLEGATIONS”

The camera cues to red stepping over it on the floor and then turning around the meow loud and aggressively before abruptly cutting to the outro

Okay so..I don’t know if this is a good start, I hope yall liked it “gulp”

Next part will be out soon!!

[undercoverluverr]

Welcome to the “Do it for the gram ” series!

This is a Hamzahthefantastic x reader fanfic series based in Toronto and around the timeline of Hamzah’s and Martin’s fight (#blondzah4life)

This will be a four part story series with an interconnected social media series that will be posted shortly after all the parts of the story are finished.

The social media series will have a chapter for each chapter of the “do it for the gram” series and many more afterwards to extend the story!

Find the first chapter here 😙

[undercoverluverr]

𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐃, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐏 𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐓

I walked the sturniolos house with one goal in mind. To see my boyfriend. I had been to their house so many times that i had my own key so i locked back the door behind me and silently hoped no one would get in my path to my boyfriends room.

Once i reach his door a gave it a quick knock “yeah, come in” he yelled from the other side of the door.

I walked through and i watched as matt tidied up his bed, he waved his blanket in the air, trying to get it flat on the bed when he looked over at me, dropped the blanket, leaving it tangled on his bed.

His eyes lit up and he walked over to me “hey baby” he gave me a hug and kissed my temple, then my lips after he released our hug “what you doing here?” he asked walking back to the bed and smoothing out the blanket properly.

“Not much. Just wanted to see you” i smile innocently and he gave me one back “alright, let me finish making my bed and then we can chill” he winks at me and i agree.

after he placed the last pillow he flopped backwards onto the bed so that he was laying down the middle of the bed, i giggled and went to straddle his lap.

He propped himself up on elbows and i leaned down to kiss him, his soft sweet lips over took mine and his tongue ravished my mouth “is this why you came over?” he asked “not entirely” i giggled.

he sat up properly so his back was flat against the headboard and his hands roamed up my waist and under my shirt.

i slowly started to move my hips against his black sweatpants and i could feel him harden under me.

his hips buck upwards which causes a moan to erupt from my throat, he kisses me, hard, and our bodies rock together

his fingers reach down to play with the hem of my pants “can i take these off sweetheart?” he asked and i nodded my head “but you gotta take these off” i smirked, motioning to his pants.

seconds later we were both in our underwear and groans from the both of us filled the room as we grinded on eachother, closer and more intense.

i felt his cock rubbing up and down my pussy, the pleasure making my body tremble, causing my motions to pick up in speed.

his hands gripped my ass and pulled me forward, and helped me rock my hips against him, his hard on was so noticeable it felt like he wasn’t even wearing boxers, i felt his tip graze my clit and i bit back a deep moan “matt, god” i whimpered against his lips “gonna cum pretty girl? just from this?” he teased, knowing he was close himself.

my fingers tangle in his hair and i pull softly and i pull back from our kiss and i watch as his eyes roll back into his head and i kiss and nibble at his neck “dont do that, or i’ll genuinely fucking cum in my boxers right now” i give him one last bite before sitting back to eye level with him.

without hesitation i rip my shirt off my body and i unclasp my bra, my boobs falling out for him and he oogles me for a moment before stripping off his shirt, our bodies move slowly against eachother but i cant help how my movements increase again when his mouth latches to my nipple “mm fuck” i say running my fingers through his hair.

“matt, i thin-k im go-gonna” i stutter out, and he flips us over so that im on my back, his hips jutting ruthlessly as i feel my orgasm shake through my body and i cry out, his lips clamp down on mine to mask my sounds knowing that his brothers were still home.

i pants softly under him and a shit eating smirk covers his face “god you’re gonna tease me for this forever” i sigh “i didn’t even use my hands baby” he chuckles “i guess thats the effect you have on me” i say before kissing him again.

[undercoverluverr]

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐒

includes: teasing, suggestive coversation, smut

i walked through matts door and i watched him as he scrolled mindlessly through his phone, once he noticed my presence he practically dropped his phone and marched over to me “fuck” he said kissing me.

I kissed him back immediately, my hand finding his hair, tugging at it slightly which caused a groan to escape his throat, my smirk making him kiss me harder.

my hands snake over his waist and he breaks the kiss grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head and leans into to kiss me again, the new vulnerable state making me even more wet.

after a few minutes he released our mouths and my puffy lips were already craving his again.

“go sit on my desk pretty girl” he tells me and i happily oblige and i prop myself on the desk, he finds his way between my legs and i whimper softly as i feel his hard cock pulsing against me through his pants.

“you look so pretty on the table with your legs spread for me” he tells me and i bit my lip and moan out softly at his words and he chuckles “you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now” he says in my ear and i pull him closer with my legs “how bout you show me?” i smirk and he kisses me

i play with the hem of his shirt and his eyes meet mine and he tilts his head “all you gotta do is ask baby” he says with a smirk and i roll my eyes “take your shirt off baby, please” i ask, trying to mask my desperate tone and i watch as his toned arms rip the shirt off his body so effortlessly.

i kiss his neck and run my hands up his stomach and chest and he lets out shameless moans as i nibble at his neck “keep doing that-fuck” he groans.

i lick a stripe up his neck and his hands grab at my waist “can i ask you a question?” he askes me and i meet his eyes “of course” a small smile flashes his face before it’s replaced with a mischievous look.

“you know those shorts you’re wearing?” he asks and i cant suppress the smirk that forms on my face “im aware of them”

“they leave nothing to the imagination you know? they’re so tiny and short” i let out a soft hum at his words “then you might as well take them off” i wink at him and i feel his cock press against me again “ i like how you think baby”

i lift my hips for him and he pulls down my shorts and my panties at the same time, i gasp as the cold air pricks at my skin and he looks as if he’s in a trance as he takes in the sight of my body.

he pulls off my shirt that exposed my fully naked body and i heard as he whispered “fuck” under his breath “god you’re breath taking” he says kissing me while he unzips his pants and pulls them down along with his boxers.

he pulls me even closer to him and he rubs his cock up and down my slit, teasing at my clit before slowing sinking into me, his lips capturing mine for a peck while he slides all the way into me, a gasp followed by a moan escape my throat.

once hes all the way inside me he groans out and grabs under my legs for a better angle and pounds into me, hitting that sweet spot immediately.

“oh fuck!” i cry out, my fingers digging into his back, holding on for dear life as his tip grazes my cervix.

my pussy squeezes his cock and the most lewd sounds escape his mouth.

tears prick my eyes at the overwhelming pleasure as i practically scream as he continues to fuck me, my head falling onto his shoulder for some sort of support.

moan after moan racks through my body and i feel as the desk shakes under us, slamming against the wall.

“look at me pretty girl” he tells me, gritting his teeth to suppress his moans and i listen to him, my glistening eyes meeting his “you look so fucking-beautiful like this, all fucked out for me, god” the sound of our skin slapping together fills the air as it quickens

“im-gonna come” he tells me and i whine out a hum “me too-fuck babyy” i moan as my head swings back my body on fire as his cock slides in and out of my sopping pussy at an alarming rate.

i feel as his hips stutter and the coil in my stomach unravels and i scream out, clinging onto him and i gush around him, him following with a few grunts before he releases inside of me.

he kisses my cheek and my neck before sliding out of me, our come mixing together as it pools between my legs on his desk “fuck i love you” i tell him

“i love you more baby, you and those damn shorts”

IM BACKKKKK

[undercoverluverr]

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

includes: playful couple, teasing, sneaking away from a party, smut, kinda getting caught?

laughter and conversation filled my apartment as the music blasted off the walls.

i mingle through the crowd of my friends, and i get called over by a few of them and we start talking, my gaze moves around the room, secretly searching for my boyfriend.

finally i spot him and we make eye contact, his eyes meeting mine makes me feel like he was also searching for me, he smirks and winks at me, i roll me eyes and smile big.

i look back at my friends and we continue talking, but then i feel him at my shoulder “mind if i snatch her” matt raises his eyebrows in question and they all shake their heads, his hands roam my waist as he pulls me away from the crowd and into the hallway by the front door.

“its so loud” he tells me but his words are muffled by the increasingly loud music “what?” i accidentally yell “lets step outside” i nod my head, actually understanding what he said.

we walk out by the elevator and he presses the button, his hand takes mine “we should’nt leave them” i tell him and he shrugs his shoulders “just want some fresh air, they know how to leave if they want to” i laugh at how easily he can convince me.

the elevator opens and we step inside, matt looks over at me, an enticing look in his eyes, he leans over and kisses me, his hand finds my chin and my hand snake around his waist, i whine into the kiss as he kisses me so passionately.

suddenly the elevator door opens at the 20th floor and we quickly separate, we see a guy around our age looking at us with a hint of fear in his eyes “um, wrong elevator” he chuckles awkwardly.

the door closes and matt snorts and i laugh, i reach out and i pull him by his chain to kiss me again.

once we reach the lobby we both run outside and the cold air nips at my skin “shit its cold” i shiver, he wraps his arms around me in attempt to heat me up.

“my cars across the street, we can chill in there” i nod and we make our way across the road and into his car.

i sit in the passenger seat, him in the drivers seat.

“matt?” i ask, a recognizable smirk on my face, he notices and furrows his eyebrows “yes baby?” he asks curiously “your windows are tinted, right?” his eyes widened softly and a smirk covers his lips “get in the back” i giggle loudly as i not so elegantly make my way into the back if the car.

he follows me and his knees place on both sides of my hips as he tears his shirt off his head and leans down to kiss me, my hand grasps the back of his neck, bringing him closer to me, i sit up a bit and i slide off my jeans as he takes off his cargo pants, we switch positions so that im in top of him.

he sits in the middle seat and i straddle him, sitting comfortably in his lap, with only my shirt and underwear on.

he pulls my shirt off and kisses me again, he unclips my bra and holds my waist and i smile into the kiss,

suddenly my body juts up and i gasp as he tickles my side “matt! stop it” i laugh uncontrollably, he smiles at my state and after a few seconds he stops tickling me

i let out a breath and giggles “your such a dick” i kiss him “you love this dick” he bites my bottom lip and i moan “mhm”

matt pulls down his boxers and his fingers play with the top of my lace underwear before slipping it off and throwing them somewhere in the car.

i raise my hips and he grips his hard cock and helps me as i sink onto him, we both moan and he holds onto my back and i moves my hips back and forth, his head falls back and i bit my lip softly.

my movement become faster and i continue to rock my hips back and forth, my mouth falls open and he grabs my chin and forces me to look at him before he dives into my neck, my head falls against his as he bites and sucks at my neck.

his hands find my ass as he helps guide me as i start to lose strength.

i moan out as he bites down at the sensitive skin on my neck.

i feel myself clench around him and he groans, raising his head from my neck he leans back and watches me as i slowly fall apart while i ride him, his hand reaches for my neck and his fingers glide over the part he just attacked, and i assume that theirs a hickey forming.

his hands find my ass again, and he readjusts our position so he can thrust up into me, and that he does.

my body falls against him as he pounds into me, my ass slapping from the speed of his cock.

i let out a string of moans and he chuckles “not - fuck, easy being a top hm?” he curses as the pleasure courses through the both of us.

“fuck you feel so good baby, keep sucking me in like that” i moan at his words, “matt, i- im gonna-“ he nods “me too baby, look at me” i raise my head and he kisses me “think they miss us?” i ask him and he shakes his head at the conversation im attempting to have “i don’t really care if they do” i feel as my stomach tightens and i moan “i don’t either” i kiss him.

matts hips thrust up even faster and i bite my lip, i glance over at the windows and the steam from our bodies has left the windows blurry.

“right there” i gasp out “yeah baby, come, come on my fucking dick” i yell out and i fall against him as my orgasm shakes my body, i feel as he comes inside of me and he holds onto my body.

we lay together for a few minutes and i feel as he reaches his hand up and i hear his fingers glide against the glass, i tilt my head to the side and i laugh “really?” i ask him and he chuckles, i sit up and i find my phone, taking a picture of what matt wrote on the window.

“we just fucked” in big letters

we get dressed and just as we’re about to get out of the car nick knocks on the door, chris holding in a laugh behind him, matt rolls down the window “nice, cover the evidence idiot” nick says and i cover my mouth trying not to laugh.

“i sit in the back you freaks, this sucks!”

[undercoverluverr]

𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

includes: smut, showering together, sleepy matt, cabin with the triplets, some fluff

the cabin is gorgeous.

its a two story cabin with windows facing out to the forest and a lake just down the wooden pathway outside the house.

after all of us unpack and settle into our room, matt and i in the biggest, matt lays on my chest as the exhaustion from the drive takes over his body.

it was only 6pm, so we had an hour or so until sunset.

“whats the plan for tonight?” i wonder and he groans “chris wants to have a campfire, so i think we’re gonna do that and then just head to bed and set up the deck tomorrow”

i run my fingers through his hair, his eyes flutter open and closed while he holds onto me “can we take a nap?” he asks and i laugh “then we wont be able to sleep tonight” he groans and sits up so that his face is infront of mine, he hovers his head by my neck, his mouth grazing my ear

“dont worry, ill tire you out” he says kissing my neck, my eyes shut embracing the sensation coursing through my body but then he suddenly stops

“but not right now” he rests his head on my chest and i give the top of his head a soft flick before letting him drift asleep.

an hour passes and im scrolling through my phone while its at the lowest volume so it doesn’t wake matt up when suddenly the door is being knocked open “WOOO” chris comes storming in.

matt groans and i wince knowing he’s gonna be grumpy “uh oh” chris says, realizing that he had woken matt up “chris” matt says, sitting up slightly and rubbing his eyes “im gonna fucking kill you” chris’s eyes widen “i didn’t know you were sleeping” chris tries to explain “thats why you knock, dumbass”

“yeah yeah, the sun starting to set, nick wants to have the fire now” i nod and matt stays silent, still tired.

“we’ll be out in a few” and chris nods before skipping out of our room and closing the door behind him.

i look down at matt and kiss his forehead, he groans “let’s get changed” i tell him and he agrees.

we all sit by the fire, matt and i changed into hoodies and sweatpants and brought a blanket out that was wrapped around us.

matt put together a smores and held it out for me and i opened my mouth to take a bite but he quickly moved it away from me, he laughed at the unimpressed look on my face “ok ok sorry” he said bringing back to my mouth, i once again go to take a bite and he pulls it away again “matt!” i try to say sturnly but a laugh escapes, i grab his hand and i bring it forward so i can take a bite, and he laughs and wraps his arm around me while i chew the small sweet sandwich that he hands me after im done.

we all sit and laugh around the fire and in a blink of an eye two hours pass. i feel matts head fall on my shoulder as he continues to lazily talk to his brothers.

“are you ready to head in?” i whisper in his ear and he nods immediately, we both stand up and say goodnight to nick and chris as they stay indulged in their conversation.

we make it inside and into our room, i yawn and i throw the blanket onto the floor knowing ill want to wash it tomorrow “i wanna shower” matt and i say at the same time and we laugh, he walks towards the bathroom and motions for me to follow “cmon” i giggle and i follow him into the bathroom, closing the door behind us.

matts hands run over my water soaked body as he rubs the body wash into my skin, he starts at my legs, up my hips, waist and onto my shoulder, his hands find my face and he kisses me, deeply, pulling me so that im fully against him.

after we both wash off, we hop out and dry off, matt wraps his towl around his waist and i put mine on the hanger and i walk over to the bed, laying down fully naked.

matt walks over and locks the door and flicks off the lights.

he drops his towel and gets on the bed to hover over me, he kisses me again and down my neck “are you sure you’re not to tired?” i ask him “im a man of my word sweetheart, and i really wanna piss of chris for waking me up” a giggle escapes my mouth but it quickly turns into a moan as he kisses me neck while his cock pushes slightly between my folds.

my heart patters and i resist the urge to clamp my legs closed, i continues to kiss down my chest while he lines his cock up with my entrance, thrusting rough into me, i moan out and i feel his lips quiver as his lips make contact with my nipple, he sucks and nibbles on them while he takes turns making sure each is getting the same amount of attention while he pounds into me.

i feel a coil in my stomach and the way his thrusts become lazier i know hes close.

he releases my nipple and makes his way up to my ear, “i wanna hear you scream” he says as he thrusts up and hits that special spot, my hand quickly covers my mouth to not let that scream escape “ i don’t want them to hear” i moan softly “cmon baby” he says in a pleading tone, i nod my head and he pulls me from under my thighs so that my legs are wrapped around him.

he sits in his knees and he pounds into that spot that makes me see stars, i feel as i start to come undone “matt” i whine “come for me baby” the sound of our skin slapping fills the room and i let out a scream as i feel my pussy gush around his cock.

he quickly finishes after me, and i let him use me to ride out his orgasm, the overstimulation driving me wild.

were both softly panting and a thin layer of sweat covers his forehead.

he pulls out and lays down next to me, pulling me into his chest and i nuzzle into his warm body “did i tire you out?” he jokes and i roll my eyes before letting out a soft “mhm” he kiss me forehead “they’re gonna kill me tomorrow” he sighed “warned ya” i chuckle.

[undercoverluverr]

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐄, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘

includes: smut, rough intimacy, first time as a couple

my brain is clouded and all i can think about is him, his lips pressing against mine so softly yet so passionately, my thighs push together and he notices, a smirk forming on his face, his lips continuing to work on mine as his hand slips in the waistband of my skirt teasing me, my heart thumping and my thighs trembling as i soaks through my panties.

he lifts me up and brings me to the bedroom, he lays me down and kisses down my neck, leaving marks we’ll worry about later I whine out and matt looks into my eyes “whats wrong baby, tell me what you need” I take a deep breath “you. now. please..” he cups my cheek and kisses me delicately before helping me take my clothes off, he starts with my skirt, I stand and he gets on his knees, pulling down the fabric and staring up at me while he kisses along my legs

he stands up so that he’s hovering over me and pulls my shirt off, he pulls off his hoodie while i unclip my bra and he throws his hoodie and pants on the floor, he guides me across the bed so that my back is against the back board and he kisses my collar bones, one hand resting on my exposed tit the other running through my hair.

he kisses down my stomach until he’s at my underwear and he pulls it down and pushes my legs apart resting them on each of his shoulders I whines and my breathing speeds up, matt plants a kiss on my clit, I twitch in his arms, he licks a stripe up my pussy

my fingers loop into his hair and Im moaning loudly the faster his tounge moves “m-att oh fuckk” my head tilts backwards, and my back arches against the bed as my orgasm takes over me and I finishes on his face, breathy moans leave my mouth as I comes down from the high, he peaks his head out from between my thighs and the sight of his messy hair and plump glossy lips made my pussy clamp around nothing.

matt kisses up my body and onto my lips, I taste myself on them and he groans into the kiss, the buldge in his boxers very prominent, my confidence slowly builds up and I sit up and flips us over so that im on top of him, theres a look in his eyes that is confused but also intrigued,

“what are you doing love?” he asks and I kiss his neck and nibble at his ear before whispering “just returning the favour” he tries to sit up but I push his chest down “you dont have to baby” he tells me “shut up and close your eyes” he follows my instructions without any hesitation.

this time its my turn to mark him, i suck on his neck and kiss down his chest and stomach and when I get to the band on his boxers I palm him through them, small whimpers leave his mouth and I pull his boxers down and throw them on the floor, the urge to open his eyes almost take over but he decides against it, wanting to listen to his girlfriend.

I take his cock into my hand and lick his tip softly, swirling my tounge around it making him moan “shit baby” I hide back a giggle.

I take him into my mouth, his eyes open and he moans out, he sits up slightly and he watches as I take him deep into my mouth, he takes my hair and makes a makeshift bun and helps guide me up and down on his dick while I sucks him off.

i use one hand to stroke his length and my mouth to suck the tip of his cock and I feels as his legs start to shake “baby stop im gonna cum” but I keep sucking him off “im gonna cum in your fucking mouth, you want that?” my eyes look up at him, a devious look in them which make him groan, his fingers grip the bedsheets and he lets out a low grunt as he releases in my mouth.

I swallow and his eyes widen, he moves up so that im sitting on his stomach “you know, before this i didn’t think you could be any hotter, but i gotta say i’ve never been more turned on in my life”

I giggles and kiss him “i hope you don’t think we’re done” I whispers in his ear and he smirks and flips us back over so that he’s hovering over me, our bodies are full of adrenaline, matt holds me in one arm and he uses the other to line himself up with my entrance

he looks into my eyes for my approval and I nod my head, slowly he pushes himself inside of me, my mouth fall open and his eyes shut close, my stomach fills with butterflies, matt stays still, trying his best not to cum right then and there

“fuck you feel so good” he says and I hum in a sultry tone, finally matt situates himself and starts guiding himself in and out of me slowly, moans gurgle at the back of my throat, my arms clasp around his neck and he quickens his pace, my legs spread open even more and my head burrows into his shoulder

my moans get louder and louder to the point im basically screaming as he pounds into me, my head whips back and I bite my lip groaning at the overwhelming pleasure coursing through my body

“baby, can i do something?” he asks me between breathy groans “yes, fucking anything” I moans, he pulls out of me, and he flips me onto my hands and knees

he sits on the bed on his knees and he re positions himself inside of me before pounding into me again, I screams into the pillow, he groans and grunts, the feeling of my warm wet walls so tight around him is driving him slowly insane, mixed with the sweet sounds of me calling out for him, he didn’t know if he could ever leave this bedroom.

the sound of skin slapping together and moaning could be heard throughout the building, matt held onto my hips as he fucked me at a ungodly pace, my eyes rolled back, my body slowly giving in

“i’m gonna cum baby” I told him, and he grunted “me too, fuck” he bottomed out inside of me and I tightened around him and gushed around his cock, I screamed out once more and collapsed onto the bed, matt pulled out and came across my ass moaning as his orgasm ripped through him, he collapsed next to me, I laid down facing him, he reached out and engulfed me in his arms.

we laid in a comfortable silence and after a few minutes I was sound asleep in his arms, matt followed along soon after and we both drifted off into our own dreams lands.

[undercoverluverr]

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

includes: smut, sexual game play, getting caught

the house is dark, fear and adrenaline rush through me as i wander through the darkness.

my breath hitches as the wind from the open window makes a whistling sounds, i almost give in to my boyfriend’s sick games, but i don’t, i keep searching.

this was one of his favourite games, i had 30 minutes to find him in the darkness, if i do he does whatever i want, but if i dont, well i think we all know.

i take deep breaths, frustrated and angry ‘i feel like i’ve searched the whole house, where is he’ i think to myself-another rule is no taking, the house must be quiet.

chris and nick were out at dinner with nathan and maddison, giving me and matt hours to play our games.

i act like i don’t enjoy them, but when i win i feel like im on top of the world, being in control of my possessive boyfriend is a feeling that is unmatched.

him usually stuck up and tough guy persona crumbling as he begs and whines under me, for only myself to see, that’s what makes the game worth it.

i check my phone, it reads ‘10 minutes remaining’ i rack my brain for ideas of where he could be and only one comes to my attention, i slowly make my way downstairs and into the garage, stumbling around before i make it in, my hands search around guiding by the walls,

the final seconds click and my alarm goes off “FUCK” i yell out, suddenly the lights flicker on and i look towards the other side of the garage “your getting better love” he walked over to me and held my face in his hand “oh don’t pout, you won last time, its only fair if i take over this time”

he pulls out his phone and switches the lights on and he takes my hand and leads us upstairs, “go to my room i’ll be there soon” he smirks at me and i roll my eyes walking down the hall and he slaps my ass as i walk away causing a small laugh from me.

i open his door to his room and i strip down into my underwear and bra and i lay down on his bed, my legs pressing together in anticipation.

suddenly the door opens and matt turns off the lights in his room, that same adrenaline rushing through me again.

“i wanna see you” i whisper “don’t forget who won tonight baby” he chuckles darkly “you’ll see me, feel me and taste me in no time” i feel his hands on my ankles, his large cold hands rubbing up my legs and on my thighs.

my eyes start to adjust to the dark and i see him and watch him and he massages my things, he kisses me through my underwear and a whine gets caught in my throat.

his tongue licks up to my stomach and once he reaches my belly button he lifts off me and pulls off my underwear, he kisses my stomach and presses his hard on against my newly exposed pussy, i whine at the friction and i subconsciously grind lightly on him and his hands hold down my hips

“don’t be greedy” he says looking at me in the eyes, i try to listen to him, letting him enjoy his time being a winner, but deep down i wanna fuck that attitude right out of him.

i listen to his words and his lips continue to kiss my body, his hands swing around me to unclip my bra and his head is in my neck as he sucks and nips at it

i moan softly and my eyes squeeze shut, he tosses my bra across the floor and leaves me bare while he’s still dressed in his black shirt and red and black pj pants that have a very noticeable bulge poking through them.

for the first time he kissed my lips, in a way to comfort me and ease the anxiety that i have without using words.

his legs rest on each side of my hips as he pulls off his shirt and he flips us over so that i’m on top of him

he reaches down to take off his pants, i take the opportunity and my hands caresses over his boxers making him grunt, i shimmy down until im at face level with his underwear, i slide them off and his cock spurts up, my hand grips the base of it and i stroke slowly

my tongue extends out to lick his tip in short kitten licks and he looks down at me with dark eyes “don’t tease me baby” he moans, trying his best to hide his whines, my mouth takes most of him and i bob my head, swirling my tounge around in the process, his hips jut forward and his teeth bite his lip as his head tilts back, he rests on his elbows, holding himself up for a better angle, i feel his cock harden more and his breathing stuttering “ffuckk” he moans has he releases in my mouth.

he sits back up and looks at me, i give him the most innocent face and his hand reaches down and wipes the cum with his thumb off the side of my lip, he proceeds to push his finger into my mouth “suck” he tells me, my eyes stay on his as i suck his finger, after a moment he takes it out of my mouth.

he moves to the end of the bed, his head up against the head board and he pats his lap i sit down and the tip of his cock slides between my folds, his hands grab at my hips and motions me back and forth, sliding on him.

my head tilts up and i moan out when i feel the veiny base of his dick glide over my clit over and over again “shit” i cuss and he chuckles at my whines “such a good girl, grinding on me like this, fuck i could watch you all day” his words hypnotize me, making me feel like i belong to him and his words keep me safe, i stop for a moment and i slip the head of his cock into me and i sink down onto him

“fuck baby” his nails dig into my hips “i didn’t tell you you could do that did i?” he groans “are you telling me to stop” i ask as i start bouncing on him, a string and curses leaves his mouth

his whines turn pathetic and for a moment he becomes the loser of our game, but he doesn’t last a second more

he presses me down so im stomach to stomach with him, his hands grip my ass and he starts thrusting up into me, a scream erupts out of me and i’m a moaning mess as he pounds into me until i start seeing stars, i bury my head in his neck as muffled cries are heard in his ear

he hits a spot in me that i didn’t even knew existed and my teeth bite down on his shoulder and my eyes roll back “ngh” escapes from the back of my throat and i let go of his shoulder “right there, f-uck” i moan loudly, his grasp on my ass losens and his hips start stuttering, groans leave his lips

“fuck i’m gonna cum baby” he tells me and i nod my head, my face on his shoulder, my body weak from the pleasure it’s receiving “me too, fuck keep going” after a few more thrusts i cry out matt’s name as i finish on his dick, him releasing in me shortly after.

“holy fuck” i say, rolling over next to him as im panting and trying to catch my breath, he looks over to me, his chest going up and down, but that mischievous look hasn’t left “matt..” i say to him

“get on your hands and knees baby, this night isn’t over yet” i sit up and follow his instructions, im placed in the middle of the bed, on my hands and knees for matt as he’s behind me, i look forward, not being able to see him makes me anxious on what he’s gonna do and when.

my breath hitches when i feel his dick between my folds again, my head tilts down “talk to me baby” he says to me “shut up” i say to him “shut up? don’t tell me to do something that you can’t” he laughs and i roll my eyes, struggling not to let out another insult

“i can feel your eyes from here” he tells me, i hate how easily he can read me sometimes “are you gonna stand there and talk or are you gonna fuck me?” i ask looking back at him he tilts his head to the side at the sass in my voice “oh you wanna get fucked?”

he asked, taunting me as he slammed his cock into my dripping core, i let out a scream and my back arches, my head against the bed, he slams into me, thrust by thrust

“you wanna talk like a whore?” another thrust “you get fucked like one” he pounds into me and i moan out loud, he hits a spot inside me and my throat is dry from screaming, my mouth is wide open against the sheets and only small whimpers can escape my mouth,

tears fill my eyes as my pussy is being pounded into, the pleasure is so much greater than i’ve ever experienced and i think i might die right here

“matt, fuck” i say in a pleading voice “what, want me to stop?” he’s just trying to get a rise out of me but i feel so weak that it’s working “no” i say softly “what’s that baby?” my words are caught in my throat as his cock continues to push deep inside of me “don’t stop” i say in a pleading voice “don’t stop? whatever you say princess”

one of his hands rests on my hip, the other rubs my ass cheek before giving it a smack, a loud gasp leaves my mouth and i groan at the feeling “you like that don’t you? hmm baby?” i nod my head “tell me how much you love it” he slaps my ass again “fuck-i love it so much!” i scream cry into the bed

“fuck i’m close, harder” tears coat my eyes as i feel a knot in my stomach “yes baby, fuck” my walls squeeze around him and i feel myself building up “you should see the way your squeezing on me right now, your so fucking hot” the headboard is slamming against the wall and i’m thanking god that no one is home

i feel myself come undone and i yell out and matt rides out his orgasm with me, he collapses on me and breaths out heavily

, his hands wrap around my waist and he lays us down, he spoons me for a few minutes and my eyes flutter open and closed at the exhaustion and comfort from matt’s arms

“let me get you some water and a towel to clean you up my love” i nod and he stands up, a cold feeling against my back, i wrap my naked body tight in his sheets and i fight off sleep while i wait for matt.

matt walks out of the room after putting on his pj pants and grabs his phone scrolling through his missed notifications while he walks to the kitchen he hears a cough and his eyes widen and he looks up

“hey guys..” matt looks at his two brothers and two of there close friends “i thought you were getting home at 11” he says “we did, its 11:15” nick says matt nods his head “cool cool i’m just gonna” he points to the cuboard and grabs two water bottles “just keep it quiet for the rest of the night?” chris asks and matt chuckles “don’t worry i’m pretty sure she’s passed out” chris and nick groan and matt laughs as he walks back to his room.

i hear as the door opens and i groan against the pillow, it seems like a cloud right now “i got you water love” he says to me and i look over at him and groan again

“sit up for a minute baby” i sigh and do what he asks, he pulls the sheets from off my body and hands me the water bottle, i take a small sip and matt grabs a lightly damp towel and holds one of my legs over his shoulders as he cleans up our mess.

he gets back in bed with me and i take a few more sips of my water and he does the same with his and we put them beside the bed, he spoons me again and kisses my temple “goodnight love” he whispers “goodnight” i mumble.

[undercoverluverr]

𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑

Includes: smut, pet names, mature language, bondage (if you squint)

His lips capture mine as he holds me from under my thighs, he props me down on the counter in his bathroom and his hand roam my waist.

he breaks the kiss and his signature smirk covers his face as he kisses my cheek, my jaw and onto my neck, leaving open mouthed kisses on my neck on down to my shoulder.

While he kisses me he unbuckles his belt and pulls down his pants, leaving him in his boxers, he releases his lips and small pants leave his lips.

he look at me “take your shirt off sweetheart” heat fills my body as i snake my crop top over my head, revealing my bare chest underneath, he kisses my chest and slips me out of my sleep short before sinking to his knees.

“matt” i moan softly “yes baby?” he asks as his blue eyes look peer up at me, lust sparkling in his eyes “just, i-“ i stutter out “talk to me baby” i curse under my breath, his tone deep as i feel my pussy leak.

matt kisses my thighs, teasing me as he coaxes me to talk to him.

“tell me what you want love” he tells me kisses up my stomach “fuck me matt, please” my eyes shut while my head hits softly against the mirror.

he pulls me forward and stands up and pulls down his boxers, his hard cock staring at me, he kissed me softly and i moan into his mouth as he teases me with his tip

i let out a gasp as it grazes my clit, he chuckles and i feel his hand cover my mouth, confusion covers my face but suddenly i feel him slam into me, my eyes roll back and i scream against his hand “i love hearing you baby, but i wont hear the end of it tomorrow if my brothers hear us”

he slams into my and i moan and my brain turns to mush, i feel myself squeeze around him and he hisses “im gonna let go now, better stay quiet baby, can you do that?” i nod

his hand reaches down to rub my clit as his cock continues to ruthlessly pound into me.

i feel his hands grab mine and hold them over my head, he licks his finger and continues to play with my clit, i let out a soft breathy moan and i squeeze around him again.

he lets out a few deep groans and i chuckle “better stay quiet baby” i tease and his grasp on my hand tighten, he pulls half way out and slam into me and i scream out, he kisses my neck “now im really gonna be in trouble” he thrusts even faster than before and i bit my lip so hard i thought it might start bleeding to keep my moans from escaping.

“fuck baby” i moan as i breath heavily, not being able to catch my breath as his cock destroys me “i wanna touch you” he lets out a soft moan “yeah? mm fuck what you gonna do?” my legs clamp around his waist as i bring him closer to me, his cock sinking even deeper into me

“i wanna, i- ugh fuckk” i try to speak but i can barely get any words out “i wanna play with your hair” i moan “then i wanna rake my acrylics down your back until you come from the pain” i smirk at his expression, his head falls against my chest and he lets my hands go, my hand immediately finds his hair, his thrusts increasing, i feel a familiar sensation in my stomach start to rise and i moan as my fingers grasp his back, my nails dragging down.

his hands find my hips again and he rolls me with his rythem “fuck baby im, im gonna come” he tells me and all i can do is nod in agreement, he grabs under my thighs and his hips snap against mine at a pace so fast i almost see stars.

my nails claw at his back and they rake down his back again and i feel the coil in my stomach unraveling and i whine out, he lets out a string of curses as we both finish.

his hands find my waist again and my head falls against his chest, both of us panting softly and a comfortable silence fills the room

i bring my head up and he immediately kisses me “was i too rough?” he asks, genuine concern through his voice snd i shake me head “no baby im fine” he nods and kisses me again “fuck i love you” he tells me and i smile “i love you too” he smiles aswell “lets get you cleaned up, yeah?”