TITLE - DAMN.. What A Wildride
HAMZA ALI MAZARI X READER
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AN : hi guys, idk if i luv this or hate this cause this is my first time writing such a detailed smut. idk if ill be able to write one after the INTENSTY of dis one. m sorry if its very generic. đđđđ. once again m sooo embaressed to post this idek why.
i hope yall like da concept.
ALSO, KABUL HAMZA LOOK FAHHHHHH, plus i felt like this song deserved a fanfic cuz why is this random spicy ahh song in the middle of an intense scene (not complaining btw)
The business cabin lights were low in flight AI224, as Hamza Ali Mazari sat still, staring at the glass window.
His broad frame took up most of the seat, thr neat man bun highlighting his sharp jaw, beard sharp from months of his rigorous training under Sanyal Sir.
âWould you like something to drink sir, perhaps a glass of champagne, wine?â
He looked up as a feminine, kind tone reached his ears.
A young air hostess stood there, her uniform crisp, a professional smile plastered on her face, name tag reading Y/N.
Yet, what didnât go unnoticed by him were the sharp eyes, that seemed too alert for the role.
Hamza passes on the code quietly. âIâll just have a glass of the Sula.â
Her expression didnât change, but he saw the flicker of confirmation in her eyes.
She returned a minute later with the cart, as she began pouring in his order. As she leaned in to serve it to him, the unexpected turbulence struck the plane hard.
She stumbled directly forward, as her hand tried to grab on the nearest thing for support, and ending up landing directly on his groin.
âShit! Iâm so so sorry sir!â she whispered, pulling back instantly, stabilising herself, her face flushing.
Hamza remained motionless, as he sucked in a deep breath, glancing away.
âItâs fine, accident tha.â
She straightened up quickly, trying her best to recover as she smoothed down her uniform.
Minutes later, after he finally recieved his pre planned order, that is the wine that he barely touched.
He noticed the man three rows ahead leaning sideways, eyes fixed on her figure.
Hamzaâs jaw tightened slightly, but he said nothing, as he kept gazing
Later, as the sky outside darkened, by the time most passengers had fallen asleep, she came back under the pretense of checking on him.
Her voice was low as she whispered.
âIt was nice meeting you too! See you soon.â
The emphasis on soon didnât go unnoticed by Hamza, as his eyes met hers for a brief second.
She was confident, easy going and undeniably attractive, something about the way she carried herself lingered in his mind longer than it should have.
A quiet curiosity stirred, nothing he would ever act on.
Hamza simply gave a single, brief nod as a form of understanding.
She studied him a moment longer, a faint smirk tugging at her lips, as if testing for a reaction.
And he, very humbly, denied her the same as he offered none. His gaze stayed steady, controlled and very, very focused.
As she walked away, Hamza exhaled slowly and looked out the window again, trying to shake her teasing smile out of his mind.
Distractions were dangerous, especially now.
Hamza had just freshened up after a particularly intense workout, his usual routine, one established after regular practice with Bansal Sir.
It was when he was drying up his hair, that he heard three, precise, sharp knocks on the rickety wooden door of the motel, which was his stay for his layover at Kabul.
The fourth knock arrived precisely after three seconds, the signal that Sanyal Saab had already informed him of.
The door shut behind her with a soft click, the room suddenly felt smaller, the growing tension between them practically instant, as her shoulder brushed against his.
She walked in like she owned the place, taking off the black dupatta covering half her face, revealing the kurta underneath.
No tight fitted uniform unlike the plane, obviously.
She dropped her bag on the table, and pulled out the file, flipping it open with practiced ease.
âTimeline tight hai,â she began, already in that professional, briefing mode.
âYou land, no loitering, no distractions straight exit. Karvaan ke saath chaloge, no talking-â
Hamza nodded once, a casual hum in between, but he wasnât really listening.
He had already been informed all of this stuff before, it was almost funny, as if they didnât trust him enough, still thought he was a lawless man, and thought this needed to be repeated.
So instead, after his brain had realised he was hearing the same script twice his eyes landed on her.
The way she leaned slightly over the table, one hand braced against it for support as she pointed at the map with the other.
The contrast of thoughts was ironical, she was controlled and precise, oh so serious.
And here he was, with his gaze dropping down towards her collarbone, wherein the position made a slight sliver of cleavage come into view.
Unintentionally, or maybe not.
And it wasnât the first time, on the flight
Not himself, but someone else.
The man a few rows ahead, eyes lingering where they shouldnât, with the coward kind of stare that pretends to be accidental.
Hamza had seen it and his fingers had tightened around his glass then, not out of desire, but a reflex he had trained himself out of.
He hadnât said anything, didnât interfere at that moment, because he just wasnât that man anymore.
But now, his own gaze hadnât moved.
She noticed it instantly, as she slowly straightened her posture and lazily closed the file.
She looked at him properly now, eyebrows furrowed, arms crossed in front of her chest.
âSun bhi rahe ho⌠ya bas dekh rahe ho?â she muttered mockingly.
She was met with silence, a clean hit.
He had very clearly been caught.
But, Hamza didnât look away, he felt this was deliberate, the way she crossed her arms, just enough to make his gaze stick there, but he didnât even pretend to be affected.
âDono,â he replied calmly.
Her eyebrow lifted slightly at the unapologetically bold reply.
âOh?â She whispered, as a faint smirk tugged at her lips.
âBriefing interesting hai⌠ya main?â
That spicy little statement wasnât part of protocol, and she knew it. Yet she was having too much fun with this mysterious, brooding and unfairly handsome man.
He leaned back slightly against the wall, like he had all the time in the world.
âTum distraction ho,â he answered simply, like it was the truth.
She let out a soft, amused breath.
âWow, funny! joke kaafi karte ho tum.â she murmured, glancing away, she stepped around the table now.
âMujhe toh bola gaya tha tum distractions handle kar lete ho.â
She stopped in front of him now, and it made her aware of the fact that he was much taller, bigger, and that only amplified the appeal.
She was too close now, too close to be termed as just work, as something just.. formal.
âHandle kar lete ho, ya phir⌠sirf bolna aata hai?â
The words instantly made his jaw clench, as he narrowed hiseyes at her.
She really was testing his patience.
She saw it, as a smirk graced her lips.
That delicious tension, that teasing push, it was oddly interesting, seeing someone so composed and serious as him slowly crack just by her playful words.
âFlight mein bhiâŚâ she added, tilting her head, eyes scanning him up and down, ââŚkaafi control lose ho raha tha tumhara.â
She didnât finish, because he didnât let her.
Something dark flickered in his eyes.
âMain akela nahi tha,â he said quietly.
Her brows knit slightly, that faux innocence laced in them on purpose, as she looked up, with a small pout.
He held her gaze as he asked gruffly.
âUss aadmi ko dekha tha tumne?â
She hadnât expected that.
âKaunsa?â she said lightly, the deflection evident in her tone.
His voice stayed way too calm as he mumbled.
âJo tumhe dekh raha tha.â
No hesitation now, no trace of ambiguity.
The silence stretched for a moment too long, neither of them responded, then finally a faint, amused smile returned.
âHota rehta hai,â she shrugged.
That answer didnât sit well with him at all. âTumhe farq nahi padta?â he inquired, eyebrows furrowde, tone dangerously low now.
She tilted her head, as she noticed the sudden change in his demeanour.
She saw past his facade of attraction and ego, something that he hadnât meant to accidentally show.
âPadna chahiye?â she asked softly.
A challenge, and that was the mistake.
Because something old resurfaced, something buried under two years of discipline, suddenly shifted, just by her taunting words.
Hamza found himself moving decisively, coming off the wall, walking, until she was the one stepping back as the table hit behind her.
Her breath paused for half a second, but she didnât dare to break eye contact.
âTum har cheez notice karti ho?â he asked quietly.
âSirf un cheezon ko jo worth noticing ho,â she shot back, a small smirk still on her lips, as her gaze flicked down, very deliberate this time, down to his lips under that rough masculine beard, then back up.
âMujhe laga tum professional ho,â he said, voice low, cracking restraint slipping through.
She grinned faintly as she whispered.
âI am, i know how to control myself.â
A pause, as she locked eyes with him.
Now there was no space left to pretend this was just a briefing as she leaned in slightly. Matching him, not backing down.
That was it, as the blurry line between restraint and indulgence snapped.
His hands were immediately on her waist as he yanked her closer.
"This is a bad idea," she tried to whisper, but he was too far gone, too teased, and mocked to let her speak anymore, as he shut her up, lips crashing onto hers.
She met him with the same fervour, as her lips moved against his, one hand going to grab his long, curly hair.
Her fingertips began to slowly trail down the hard lines of his chest beneath his kurta, lowering enough to tease at the drawstring of his sweatpants.
Hamza groaned as she tried to take what she wanted, and asset dominance, as tried to undo his pants.
Not so easy, because tonight he was going to give her a lecture on control.
He just pushed her backwards, his thumbs digging into her hips until her thighs hit the edge of the bed, as she fell back into the bed, her back pressed against the thin mattress.
His mouth was on her again after a split second of separation, devouring her like he was starving, which he was.
Their tongues fought, with her eventually tugging at his bottom lip just to make him let out a deep growl.
Eventually, his lips left hers, not before giving her bottom lip a sharp nip, much rougher than her playful tease, that left her whimpering.
His teeth scraped down her collarbone, his tongue tracing a trail of fire down her skin, his rough beard against her soft skin adding in that delicious hint of pain.
Her hands found his hair, clenching in them, as his lips tickled down the skin of her collarbone, his movements downright lewd.
But he caught her wrists, pinning them above her head, holding her still in place.
His eyes finally flicked down, at her eyes, blown wide, lips parted.
His voice come out soft, yet wicked as sin. âAb kis se control nahin ho raha hm?â
His words were taunting, a mirror to hers, she fought the urge to grind against him, to rock her hips up against the hard line of his arousal, to take what she wanted.
But now, she was trapped, helpless, at his mercy.
âHamza," she gasped, her voice coaxed with need.
His eyes shifted, not just cloudy with lust anymore, but a sense of satisfaction.
The first time he heard his name fall from her lips.
Frankly speaking, he wasnât expecting it to be so breathy, so intimate, yet he was not complaining even one bit.
He leaned closer, one hand still holding her wrists, the other coming down to her belly, pushing her down gently, to stop her constant, desperate wiggling.
His mouth came to her ear as he whispered, low and dangerous.
âKhud mujhe provoke karke, ab nadaan ban rahi ho. If you want me to stop Miss YN, then just say itâ
He waited a long second for her to say no, his expression firm and serious.
She simply shook her head at the thought of him stopping now, when she was already becoming so restless.
So unlike of her to become so enamoured and desperate, to crave the touch of a stranger, a man she barely knew.
He watched her determined expression as he let out a smile, other hand leaving her belly, as it went down, towards the drawstring of her pajamas.
His fingers lightly fluttered around, teasing the soft skin of her belly just above it, until he could see the goosebumps rise on her smooth skin.
She let out a soft gasp as his hand tugged off her pajamas, only the soft pink fabric of her panty separating him and her.
He looked back up at her, he noticed how she tried to look away.
And he wasnât having any of that, not after she had reduced him to a thing meant to be ridiculed.
The hand holding her wrists above her hand left them, letting them fall to the side, as it instead came up and held her chin, forcing him to look back at her.
âEyes on me or Iâll stopâ
The implication made her lips wobble in nervousness, eyes almost emabressed, at how this man was so easily pushing her around.
How the roles had reversed in seconds.
His hands pushed her legs up, ankles resting on his shoulders now, his fingers slowly, and carefully pushed her panty towards one side, the cool air immediately hit her sensitive skin.
She gasped, as a single thick finger pushed at the bottom, probing at the base, coating itself in the evidence of her arousal already forming at the base.
Because it genuienly was amusing to him, only minutes ago she had been so bold, and now she was nothing but a whimpering mess in his hands.
âTut tut tut tutâ he clicked his tongue, and she whined at the teasing.
It was infuriating, because now she just wanted him to relieve that pressure that he was purposefully depriving her of.
He watched the swollen little nub, how it begged for his touch, his attention.
He brought his wet finger, coated in her embarrassingly quick evidence, up to his mouth, sucking it off with a lewd pop that fueled her desire even more.
He smirked, finally looking up at her face, and she knew that smirk meant no good, and she understood why, because the very next moment.
His fingers came up, as he pinched that little bundle of nerves between his thumb and index finger.
She squealed, as her back arched off the bed, her cry echoing off the thin wall.
He let out a satisfied huff at her reaction. âShhh y/n, control yourself, auron ko distract mat karo.â
Her same words, being used against her, so tauntingly.
She couldnât bear it anymore, as that hand continued its exploration of her most intimate parts.
Fingers spreading open her folds, light touches teasing that puffy nub.
It was when he blew his cold breath over her that she lost it, she cried out as she begged.
âPlease hamza- M SORRY- Umphâ
His hand that was coated in her juices came up to her mouth, her eyes widened as he pushed at her lips.
She complied, parting her lips, wrapping her mouth around his two thick fingers, placed over her tongue as she sucked, eyes watering at the sheer size of his fingers rubbing on her tongue.
âGood girl, you really are sharp.
Maafi ka hi intezaar kar raha tha.â
He indeed was waiting, for her to beg, for his mercy, for him to shower her with that pleasure.
His other hand came down, spreading open her folds, he looked back up once, warm breath fanning over the already throbbing skin, before his tongue slowly came out and flicked at the nub.
Her whine was instantly stifled by his fingers in her mouth, but she thrashed against the bed, the intensity of his tongue, combined with his sharp beard against her sensitive skin.
It was all too much, too much for her to handle, as his lips practically latched onto her.
Sucking, licking, kissing, then leaving her with a filthy pop.
He was taking his time, enjoying the taste of her.
He kept the rhythm merciless, sucking, licking, flicking that swollen nub until her thighs started trembling violently around his head.
Her muffled cries grew sharper, body arching hard, and just as she was about to tip over, he pulled back again.
She whined desperately around his fingers, hips chasing his mouth.
Instead, he merely smirked against her thigh.
She had lost count, all she could feel was the sore ache between her unvmoing legs,because of his iron grip on her.
She was so close, her body writhing with need, desperate for release.
In what could be defied as an action of protest, defiance, her teeth bit down on his fingers in her mouth, as a sharp hiss left him.
He looked up at her, eyes dark and hungry, a twisted smile on his face as he rasped.
âDonât say I didnât warn you.â
And the way he dove back in, was nothing like before.
Both hands came to her thighs, gripping them apart. Her, throbbing and wet, on full display for him.
She wanted release, but this felt even more dangerous. Her already sensitive nerves, were being toyed with by him, as he slurped her up like he was hungry for it.
Her breaths coming out in sharp gasps, until they became shorter, and when she reached her high, she squealed.
Her orgasm finally hit, as it crashed through her like lightning, legs snapping shut, as she shook uncontrollably.
And as the pleasure subsided, the sudden realisation hit her.
Because she had been so caught up in craving that release, that she completely forgot of the man in dominance right now-
And before she could think further.
âKholo,"he ordered against her thigh, gripping them tight enough to leave marks as he yanked them back open.
He groaned, as his palm cracked against her already played-with nub, stinging and sharp, the already pink turning into a light red.
She obeyed with a broken sob, legs trembling as he pushed them apart again despite her best efforts.
He let out a gruff groans as he flipped her over with ease, her face pressed into the sheets, ass raised high for him.
The position left her completely exposed, as he ran a hand down her spine, voice low and rough. âCondom?â
Her breath hitched, voice muffled against the mattress. âBag⌠table peâŚâ
Hamza reached over, as he grabbed her purse and rummaged inside, he ignored the lipstick and the phone.
Instead, he pulled out the condom packet, holding it up with a dark, amused smirk.
âAlready ready, huh?â He tore it open slowly.
âHandler ban ne aayi thi ya kuch aur?â
Hamza whispered, voice low and rough.
She whimpered in embarrassment, face burning as she hid it deeper in the sheets.
Hamza gave her ass a light, sharp spank, the sound echoing in the room.
âBad girl,â he murmured, rolling the condom onto his thick girth.
He held her hips as he positioned himself behind her, his thick cock pressing against her soaked entrance.
He pushed in slowly, and Y/B immediately whined high and desperate, at the sudden burn as she tried adjusting to his length.
âHamza⌠too big⌠nahi fit ho rahaâŚâ
Her words came out slurred, like she had gone dumb by that point.
Hamza didnât stop yet, he knew she would inform him if she was actually hurting, and judging by the little whines escaping her, he was reassured she was enjoying it way more than sheâd like too admit.
Inch by thick inch he sank deeper, stretching her tight walls, as one hand grabbed her smaller one, pinning it firmly against the sheets beside her head, their fingers interlaced.
âFit ho jayega,â he growled against her ear, voice strained with control. âRelax.â
He finally bottomed out with a deep groan, hips pressed up flush against her ass.
He stayed buried inside her, letting her adjust to the overwhelming fullness.
Hamza started moving, deep, powerful thrusts, even the angle was such that it let him hit even deeper, every stroke dragging against that perfect spot.
The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room as he fucked her hard, one hand still pinning hers to the sheets, the other gripping her hip to keep her exactly where he wanted.
âFuck⌠youâre so tight,â Hamza growled against her ear, voice rough and low.
She let out a broken moan, trying to push her ass back to meet him, attempting anything to get that little bit of friction.
He snapped his hips harder, burying himself to the hilt with every thrust now as he whispered.
âMeine bola na⌠no cumming until I say so. Waise bohot âcontrolâ keh rahi thi na ⌠ab kahan gaya woh control?â
âFuck⌠look how well youâre taking me,â he rasped, gripping her hip tighter, pulling her back onto his cock with every deep stroke.
She moaned loudly into the sheets, because she was right on the edge now, as her walls fluttered desperately around his thick cock.
âPlease⌠Hamza⌠please-⌠m so dloseâŚâ
He kept pounding into her, deep and relentless, but just as her thighs started shaking harder he slowed down just enough to keep her teetering on the edge.
âNo,â he rasped against her ear, voice dark. âHold it.â
Hamza fucked her a few more brutal strokes, then suddenly pulled out completely.
She whined pathetically, tears of frustration pricking her eyes, at the empty feeling, hips twitching uselessly.
He stroked his cock fast, hand moving over his length, eyes locked on her wrecked body, and with a low groan, he came hard.
Thick ropes of cum landing methodically across her stomach.
She whimpered at the sight, her breathing was now irregular, eyes burning with frustration.
Hamza was still breathing hard, his chest rising and falling as the aftershocks of his orgasm pulsed through him.
But he didnât let her recover or her breathe, as he just smirked at her borderline adorable, needy expression.
In one swift motion, he rolled onto his back, his bicep muscles flexing, as he grabbed her thighs with strong hands.
Without warning, he picked her up yanked her forward until she was hovering over him, as he then looked up with those dark eyes.
âYou want it so bad? Then ride my face,â he ordered, voice still rough from his orgasm.
She hesitated for a moment, embarrassed, teased and oversensitive, as she hovered over him.
But Hamza didnât wait, as he pulled her hips down until her soaked kitty was pressed right against his mouth.
âUse my tongue,â he growled against her folds, nipping at them as he mumbled.
The moment his tongue dragged hot and flat through her dripping folds, she moaned loudly, hands flying to the headboard.
Hamza groaned into her, the vibration shooting straight through her, as his hands gripped her hips hard, pulling her down firmer.
His tongue worked relentlessly, licking broad and flat, then flicking sharply over her swollen nub, sucking it between his lips.
Everything, yet nothing like before.
âFuck hmzaaaaâ she gasped, voice embarrassingly high on pitch, as her hips rolled faster, chasing the built up release he had denied her earlier.
He sucked harder, beard scraping deliciously against her sensitive skin.
Every time she got close, he STILL slowed down just enough to keep her on the edge, teasing her mercilessly.
âPlease⌠plis⌠m SORRY hamza⌠I canât take it anymoreâŚâ she whined, grinding down harder, voice breaking.
Right when the whiney sorry reached his ears, he finally gave in.
His tongue sucked her harder while he pushed two thick fingers inside her, curling then perfectly.
He fucked her with them in, and with his tongue both, groaning against her like he couldnât get enough of her taste.
Her thighs started shaking violently as she squealed his name.
He didnât stop, as he continued his ministrations, pushing her right over the edge.
Her orgasm hit like a wave, because she had lost count of how many times she had been denied.
She cried out his name loudly, hips jerking uncontrollably as she came hard on his face, as pleasure crashed through her again and again.
Hamza kept licking her through it, slow and steady, drawing out every last pulse until she was trembling and oversensitive, whimpering weakly.
Begging for him to stop, contrary to the recurring theme that night.
Only then did he finally ease her off him, laying her down beside him.
His beard and lips were still shiny with her release.
Hamza pulled her close, as he wrapped one arm around her, gently stroking her back as she caught her breath, her thighs sore beyond words.
It was when her breathing stabilised that her brain registered.
The wrapper on the bed, the abandoned map on the table, who she was beside, and what the fuck had just happened.
Damn, how did i get here?
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