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xampoii · 3 months ago

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riding hamzahs thigh... 😛

distraction

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Hamzah teaches you a lesson for being needy...

warnings: smut!! kinda mean!hamzah, reader is a needy hoe prob bad grammar LOL

You stood at the door way of Hamzahs room. He was currently editing a video, his face almost buried in the computer screen. It'd been hours since he had emerged from his cave. Hamzah had been real focused on editing videos lately. He would stay up late and wake up late, the cycle repeating. He hadn't touched you in 3 days, excluding the occasional kisses here and there.

So, you decided to grab his attention. You walked over to Hamzahs chair and stood on the side of it. His glasses reflected the computer screen, snippets of him and Martin playing over and over. "Hamzah." you said, maybe speaking to him would make him look at you. All he did was "hm" in response. You narrowed your eyes down at him. "Lets go to bed, its late." Hamzahs eyes were still focused on his god forsaken computer. This time, he muttered an "mhm." It was then that you realized you'd have to up your game to grab his attention.

You walked behind his chair and put your hands on his shoulders. "Its been days since you touched me, y'know. Don't you miss me?" Hamzah stopped messing with his computer for a second...and then went back to doing so. He simply nodded. You traced your fingers slowly around his neck. Despite his intense focus, Hamzah couldn't help but shiver at your touch. You could feel his adams apple bob up and down as he swallowed hard. Despite his skin tingling from you, he couldnt pull his eyes away from the screen.

"C'mon baby, lets go to sleep" you said as you pressed a kiss onto Hamzahs neck. He inhaked sharply at the sensation of your lips on his skin. He could feel his own despire beginning to spark. But he pushed it down, his focus never wavering from the task at hand. His big hands continued flying over the keyboard. You began feeling frustrated. Usually, Hamzah was desperate for you, kissing you and touching you. Now, you were the one desperate for him.

You traced your mouth back up and softly bit his ear. Hamzah jumped slightly at the sudden sensation. His fingers fumbled over the keyboard, the cursor blinking as he messed up the timeline of the video. You pulled your face away from his neck and stepped back. Hamzah slammed his hand down on the desk. He spun his chair around to face you, his eyes darkened by irritation and frustration. "You are so fuckin' needy, you know that? You expect me to drop everything I'm doing to give you some attention, huh?"

You stood there with your hands behind your back. In all honesty, you felt bad for messing up his editing of the video. Yet, you couldn't help but feel your stomach turn at his intense gaze and sharp tone. Hamzah could see the desire in your eyes, the way your breath quickened slightly. He scoffed, shaking his head as he leaned back in his chair. "No fuckin' way...you're getting off on me being pissed at you?" he asked, looking up at you.

All you could do was stand there, feeling like a bad dog. He let out a harsh chuckle and crossed his arms. "Fine. If youre so fuckin' needy, go ahead and get yourself off then" he said, turning around back to his computer. "W-what do you mean?" you asked, your voice slightly shaky as you were scared to piss him off further. Then you'd really be in trouble. Hamzah turned back around, an annoyed look on his face. He let out a sigh and pat his thigh, gesturing for you to come sit.

You obliged and perched yourself on his thigh, your face meeting his. You waited for him to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you closer, but it never came. So instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck to balance yourself as you sat atop of his thigh. He continued to work on his laptop, but now at a slower pace.

You couldnt seem to pull your eyes away from his concentrated face. The way his big eyes were so focused, the way his eyebrows were furrowed, the way his plump lips were locked in a pout. Hamzah glanced at you and sighed. "I told you to take care of yourself, didn't I? I dont got all day to sit here and watch you mope around like a needy fuckin' slut" he said, his eyes going back to being fixed on the computer. You whimpered at his harsh words. Hamzah wasn't usually irritated like this, especially not with you.

But in this moment, he was just so sexy, so dominant. You couldn't help but begin to move back and forth slightly on his thigh. You were only wearing a pair of thin shorts, a t-shirt and panties. It didn't take much for your touch deprived body to feel friction. Hamzah gritted his teeth as he tried to ignore the way you were grinding on him. He could feel himself slipping into your lustful whims, but he refused to let you distract him further. His fingers continued to type away at the keyboard.

You turned your head to the side, almost behind you, to watch his hands work. The same hands that gripped your body like dough, the same hands that would be around your neck at this time of night. You sighed softly, your pussy fluttering at the memory of his fingers toying with you. Hamzah glanced up briefly, catching your wistful sigh. He then averted his gaze back to his computer. You continued to grind back and forth, your speed increasing a bit with each passing moment.

You pulled your left arm away from his neck to lift up your shirt, your tits bouncing out. Hamzah flicked his gaze up to you. He could feel his pants tighten at the tantalizing sight of your breasts. But he quickly focused his attention back to editing, his jaw clenched as he willed himself to focus. You slid your hand off of his neck and let it play with your tit as you rode Hamzahs thigh with greater force.

You put your other hand back against the desk, your thighs gripping onto his as you held yourself up. You pulled your shorts and panties to the side, a slimy string of wetness connecting them. Hamzah glanced down and almost moaned. His cock was twitching in his pants, the sight of his girl reduced to a desperate whore nearly too much for him to handle. You rubbed your pussy hard against his thigh. He was wearing grey sweatpants, so not only could you see his bulge but also the trail you were leaving. You couldn't tell which one turned you on more.

As your grounded and rubbed yourself against Hamzah, you tried to replicate the feeling of his mouth by spitting on your tits. You rubbed your own saliva on your nipples, making them pebble impossibly harder against the cool air. Your mouth fell open, soft sighs and moans spilling out. Your eyes darted back and forth from Hamzahs face to his dick, the sights damn near bringing you to tears. His resolve was crumbling with each sound that came out of your mouth. "Please. Please touch me, Hamzah. I promise I'll be good-"

Hamzahs concentration finally shattered at the sound of his name falling desperately from your lips. He grabbed you by your hips and threw you onto the bed. He stood up from his chair and loomed over you. "Tell me what you want" he said, looking down at you with reluctant desire. "Need you, baby. Please" you begged, spreading your legs open. Hamzah stared down at your messy folds. Your pussy was soaked and he hadn't even touched you, not in days. He began untying his sweatpants, his gaze never tearing away from your pussy.

"You better make this worth my time."

(RAAAH this was my first time writing for hamzah hope u guys like :3)

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xampoii · 3 months ago

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BEEN AWAY

hamzah wants to take his time with you when he finally gets the chance. requested by this ask

a/n: thank you to all 329 of you who voted on my poll ! this one ended up winning, it’s kind of long but i hope you enjoy (: i’ll eventually post the others xoxo

“slow down,” hamzah chuckles, shaking his head in amusement as he pries your fingers away from his body.

your hands were itching to touch him all night. you wanted to pounce on him the very instant you two arrived back to your apartment, but he insisted on holding back.

you were bubbling with anticipation to see him after several months of being apart. long distance was taking a toll on your emotional state; your separation lead to countless nights of missed calls and makeup texts — apologies for being too busy to respond that day. it was frustrating, but you two always manage to push through.

not to mention, it was even more frustrating for your sexual desires.

you could only send each other so many scandalous photos and videos as a distraction before you were left lonely and desperate for the feeling of real intimacy with your boyfriend.

but — of course, it wasn’t all about sex. you were overjoyed with the fact that he sacrificed time out of his break from youtube to come and visit you.

when you opened the door to see him standing proudly outside your apartment building’s entrance; leaning against his car, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand, it was really tempting to just make him to cancel your dinner reservations and spend the whole evening in bed with him instead.

after showering you in kisses and compliments he treated you to a lengthy date at your favorite restaurant. of course you loved getting to spend time with him in person after being apart for so long.

except — hamzah really dragged it out.

“hamzah,” you’d groaned. “we’ve talked about everything possible and we finished dessert. don’t you think it’s time to go back home?”

“oh, c’mon. i’m just enjoying the first date we’ve had in months. now — this is important, if you were ice cream, what flavor would you be?” he smiled, adding on another silly question to the prolonged conversation.

even when the both of you were finally stumbling in through your door, he wasn’t quick to give in.

it was frustrating, to say the least. you’re not some sort of sex-crazed freak, but you’re on the verge of acting like one.

you had spent the last few months pining over him, and now that he’s within your reach, your top priority is to memorize every inch of him as fast as possible — for fear that you might forget all your favorite details of his body the second that he needs to return to toronto.

you barely get the door shut before you’re on him. your hands are in his hair, your lips are crashing onto his. you’re messy, frantic.

and of course, he slows you down. his hands settle on your waist, grounding you, his lips stilling against yours.

“mmh, slow down.” he softly protests. he meets your gaze, his eyes filled with love and adoration. on the other hand, yours are shrouded in desire and lust.

“m’sorry. just missed you,” you mumble, your tone slightly guilty.

“i know,” he says gently. “let’s just go slow, okay? we have plenty of time.”

you huff. “hamzah, seriously?”

a smirk tugs at hamzah’s lips, but his eyes are soft, soaking you in like he’s memorizing you all over again. “yes, seriously. just let me take care of you.” he says, his voice dropping to an entrancingly low tone.

you practically squirm under his gaze. “why are you messin’ with me?” you ask, sounding a little bit more pathetic than you intended.

“m’not tryin’ to,” he murmurs presses a lingering kiss to your jaw, then your neck, his lips soft and slow as if he’s committing each inch of your skin to memory. “just wanna make sure i feel you. really feel you.”

he always does this. he makes everything feel like more than just desperation, more than just a fleeting moment of heat. he’s trying to make up for every second spent apart.

your breath stutters as his lips trace a slow path down your neck, enough to make you shiver. you grab fistfuls of his shirt, trying to pull him closer, but he stays steady, his control unwavering.

“you’re not being fair,” you breathe out, basically pouting at this point.

he laughs, soft and warm against your skin. “you’re not either,” he says, his hands roaming lazily up and down your sides, feeling the fabric of your dress. “you’re tryin’ to rush me. that’s not very fair.”

“but i’m only rushing ‘cause i missed you.”

“and i missed you,” he dips his head lower, lips pressing just above your collarbone as he speaks with a frustratingly unbothered tone. “that’s why i want to take my time with you.”

“hamzah, you’re so f— ah!”

whatever annoyed phrase you were about to throw at him is instantly forgotten as hamzah sweeps you off your feet, literally. in one swift movement, he’s picked you up bridal style and started carrying you toward your bedroom.

“what was that?” he taunts with a grin, nudging the door open with his foot and practically tossing you down onto your bed.

“nothin’,” you mutter, your cheeks flushing in slight embarrassment as your eagerness rises once more. you wonder if he’s finally going to do something, anything.

you watch him, waiting for him to move first. to shove you back, to climb on top of you, to finally let go of all his patience and take what’s his.

he doesn’t.

instead, he stands between your legs, his hands coming to rest on your thighs, warm and steady. his thumbs move in slow, lazy circles, like he has all the time in the world.

he doesn’t seem to notice how loud your body is internally screaming with need for him right now.

you exhale sharply, tilting your head back with a groan. “i think you’re killing me.”

hamzah laughs, quiet and deep. “you’ll be just fine.”

his fingers trace up, dragging along the hem of your dress, and you suck in a breath as he pushes it up — inch by inch, nothing hurried, nothing rushed.

every movement is deliberate, like he’s unwrapping something precious. and in his eyes, he is. you’re the most precious thing in his life.

you lift your arms, letting him undress you, your skin prickling at the loss of warmth. he’s quickly touching you again — his palms glide over your bare shoulders, down your arms, and across your ribs, like he’s learning your body all over again.

he leans in, finally, brushing his lips against your temple, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth. it’s soft, barely there.

“more,” you whisper.

hamzah’s lips hover over yours, close, but not close enough. “not yet.”

your hands slide up his chest, gripping at his shirt. “why?”

he smirks, kissing your jaw instead. “because i love watching you like this,” he says, quiet and teasing. “all desperate.”

your fingers tighten around the fabric of his shirt, frustration curling in your stomach like a flow of lava.

he hums in amusement, his lips trailing lower, his fingers slipping under the thin straps of your bra. he toys with the fabric but never pushes further.

your breath catches in your throat when his mouth finally moves lower, leaving a warm path over your chest and your stomach. his hands ground you, steadying you against the mattress as you arch instinctively toward him.

just when you think he’s about to break, about to finally give in, he slows down again. his lips press soft kisses along the inside of your thigh, his fingers tracing idle patterns against your skin.

you whimper, tugging at his shirt in frustration. “hamzah, please.”

his grip on your hips tightens at the sound of your voice, and you don’t miss the way his breath stutters — like he’s just as affected by all this restraint as you are. his willpower is just now beginning to fade. yours is long gone.

“say that again,” he murmurs, his voice thick.

you swallow hard, meeting his gaze. his eyes are dark and burning with something you can’t quite put your finger on. your fingers reach down to cup his face, your thumb brushing over his lower lip.

“please?” you whisper again, softer this time.

something snaps.

with one fluid motion, he tugs his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere behind him, his hands quickly returning to your skin.

there’s no hesitation anymore, no patience. his lips crash on yours with pure heat and hunger, his body pressing flush against yours.

his hands roam, no longer teasing, no longer holding back. his fingers trace every curve, every dip of your body. it’s suddenly urgent, dripping with the kind of hunger that’s been building since the second you two walked through the door.

you gasp against his lips as he presses you further into the mattress, his weight settling over you in a way that makes you feel impossibly small beneath him. his hands slide beneath your thighs, spreading you, positioning you.

you can feel the way his control is slipping between his fingers like sand. you can feel it in the way his body moves against yours.

“hamzah,” you breathe, your voice breaking around the sound of his name.

he groans, low and rough, like hearing you say his name just like that is his undoing. his forehead presses against yours, his breath is warm and uneven as he rolls his hips against you, slowly and purposefully.

you moan, your fingers clawing at his back, pulling him closer. “i need—”

“i know,” he cuts in, voice thick with want. his lips brush against your cheek, then your jaw, his hands gripping your thighs tighter. “i’ve got you, baby.”

eventually, somewhere between messy kisses and frantic touches, your clothes have been shed along with his and hamzah’s body is now hovering over yours on the bed, heat radiating between the two of you.

you’re so deeply lost in him that any frustration has long since evaporated. all that remains is the intoxicating pulse of anticipation as he aligns himself with your entrance and finally — finally, he shifts, pushing forward, sinking his cock into you in one smooth, perfect motion.

your breath stutters, your body arching into him as he fills the space between you completely. a deep, guttural sound rumbles from his chest as he stills for a second, his grip on your hip tightening dangerously.

he exhales sharply, pressing his forehead to yours. “you feel…” he trails off, shaking his head like he can’t even find the words.

instead of trying to complete his thought, he tilts your chin up, capturing your lips in a slow, devastating kiss as he finally starts to move. he presses deeper, slower, letting you — no, making you feel every inch of him. he groans at the sensation of your nails in his back, his body tensing up as if he’s barely holding himself together.

“hamzah,” you whine, your voice shaky and overwhelmed.

he shudders, his hands flexing against your waist before sliding upwards, cradling your face between his palms.

“look at me,” he murmurs.

the second your gazes lock, something in you shatters. your body? your mind? your soul, maybe?

there’s a melting pot of drastically different emotions swirling behind his eyes, you can’t even begin to describe the way it makes you feel.

“you’re everything,” he whispers, his voice rough, like he’s speaking the words without even thinking. “you know that, right?”

you nod, unable to speak, not with the way length is dragging in and out of you too slowly. he tilts your chin up, ghosting his lips over yours so softly it makes your stomach twist.

“say it,” he demands in a murmur against your mouth. he’s trying to break you, you think.

you fingers slide into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. “i know.” your voice is barely above a whisper.

“there’s my girl. so good for me, aren’t you?�� he says with a small smirk, knowing the effect his words have on you. “can’t believe i spent so long without you.”

his lips crashing onto yours, raw and consuming, like he’s trying to pull you into him completely.

“hamzah — more,” you choke out breathlessly against his lips, your mind melting at the slow pace he’s set.

he chuckles lowly, but doesn’t protest this time. he knows he’s got you ruined already.

his hands slide beneath your thighs, shifting you just enough to deepen the angle, and when he moves again, it’s harder, needier. he’s finally pouring himself into you fully, dropping the ‘let’s take our time’ façade.

your chest heaves as desperate moans and choked whimpers escape your throat, the way he’s now snapping his hips into you — it makes your lose all remaining composure.

your head tilts back against the pillow, overwhelmed, and hamzah’s right there with you. “that’s it,” he breathes, voice shaking. “y’sound so pretty.. god, i love you,”

he drives into you harder, deeper, his pace growing erratic. the pure hunger in his eyes matches the frenzy building between your legs, a gnawing need that has you gasping with each stroke.

“mmh.. love y— love you too..” you force out, lips trembling.

“uh-huh..” hamzah breathes, his voice rough, practically growling as he watches you fall apart beneath him. “oh — fuck, baby, you’re taking me so well,”

you whine at his words, and you can feel the heat building in your stomach, the pressure mounting with each thrust. you’re almost there, your abdomen tenses as the pressure in your tummy builds.

“please.. harder, hamzah,” you beg, barely able to form the words as your body quakes beneath him.

his lips curl into a dark smirk. he drives into you with twice the effort, setting a punishing new pace.

a low growl vibrates in his chest, pleasure surging through both of you, turning your minds to mush. the way he’s moving, the way he fills you — each thrust is making it harder to think, harder to breathe.

“fuck,” you choke out, your voice cracking with need as you meet his pace. his strokes are relentless now, the pressure building at an unbearable pace. you can barely hold on, the sound of your frantic breaths and his skin slapping against yours filling the room.

hamzah watches your face, your lips parted in a silent plea, your chest rising and falling in desperation. he only moves faster, harder, like he’s chasing something just beyond reach. “c’mon,” he grunts. “get there for me, baby.”

you can feel every inch of him, the way he fills you completely, his every move making your body tremble, your senses on fire.

your legs tremble as you reach the edge, the world around you blurring. “hamzah, i — m’there, feels so..” you gasp, desperate for release, your voice raw with need.

he nods erratically, his hips stuttering as his sanity slips along with yours. “yeah, give it to me,” he moans, his voice rough yet on the verge of being whiny. “finish f’me, be the good girl that you are.”

with a final, deep thrust, everything breaks. your body convulses, and the pleasure washes over you in waves, almost too much to handle. your moans spill out breathlessly along other broken, incomplete sentences as you shudder beneath him, lost in the intensity of the moment.

hamzah closely follows you over the edge, his body shaking as he finally releases, spilling into you with a low, guttural growl. his body collapses on top of yours, both of you trying to catch your breath, the room now filled with nothing but the sound of your rapid breathing and the faint hum of your heartbeat in the aftermath.

for a long time, neither of you speak. there’s really nothing else to be said. your breathing falls in sync.

the heat between you is still buzzing, alive. his fingers trace lazy patterns along your hip, his lips brushing against your temple. his small, absentminded gestures feel just as intimate as everything else that just happened.

“you okay?” he eventually murmurs, voice still thick with exhaustion.

you nod weakly, your fingers threading through his hair, nails dragging gently along his scalp. “mhmm.”

he smirks, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your shoulder before finally shifting, rolling onto his side but keeping you close, tangled up in him. “told you, going slow would be worth it.”

you scoff and roll your eyes, but there’s no real bite to it. he just grins in response, knowing he’s right.

and he is right, he really is. it wouldn’t have been the same if he didn’t make you wait. after not seeing each other for so long, rushing — despite how badly you wanted to — wouldn’t have been nearly as romantic or special.

you huff, tucking yourself closer against his chest. hamzah’s arms tighten around you instinctively, like holding you is second nature, no matter how long you spend without each other.

xoxo giulia

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