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you're supposed to be out drinking and partying with your friends right now but nope, stuck here in the campus library.

your professor asked hamzah to tutor you to get your grade up so you can pass this class because let's be real, you really need to pass this class and your professor can't stand you. you begged your professor not to let hamzah tutor you, not only because he's a teachers pet but he's insufferable.

He always has his hand up, ready to answer whatever bullshit question, he always looks at someone's paper and telling them they're wrong (you being a victim of it), and his presence over all is annoying. Always pushing up his glasses thinking he's better than others—adding on to his loser personality.

you were tapping through your friends instagram stories, silently sad about seeing how much fun they were having until an annoying voice catches your attention.

"hello? are you even paying attention? if you're not, I can pack up my st-"

"i am paying attention! my gosh.." you burst out, interrupting the boy. you shut off your phone and put your head in your hands —you definitely can't do this for another hour

"Oh yeah? What was I talking about then?" hamzah questions. you give him a blank stare, you don't know shit he was talking about.

you stutter over your words, trying to make up an excuse on the spot. "you know.. like the.. x square.." you mumble. "you know what, don't even worry about it because obviously you don't know what the hell you’re talking about." hamzah rolls his eyes.

hamzah gets back to explaining whatever math problem that's in the book, with an annoyed tone in his voice. you sigh and zone out once again, eyes studying hamzah.

you get a good look of him—he has a sharp jawline, glasses fit perfectly on his face, hair is the curliest you've seen it been, and those pretty brown eyes looking down at the textbook and back up at you to see if you understand the equation.

your mind starts to wander. has hamzah, the most nerdiest guy you've ever met, lost this virginity? maybe this is why he's this way—the man hasn't gotten any pussy in his life, ever. He has an attitude day and night and such a high ego and you know just how to solve that.

"have you ever gotten laid?" you asked unexpectedly. hamzah was so caught off guard by your question, he almost choked on his own spit.

"uh.. why is any of that your business?" he mugs. you shrug your shoulders and give him the most innocent smile you could give. hamzah gives you an intense stare before going back to work. "What if I helped you?" you say—interrupting him once again.

it went silent for a bit before he said something. "Helped me? Helped me how? like give me a blowjob or something?" hamzah laughed until he saw the look on your face. you were serious, dead serious and it gave him a nervous pit in his stomach and send a rush down to his cock.

"are you serious?" he asks.

you hum and land an hand on his thigh "If you want me to be."

hamzah breath trembles from your hand. your starting to think that a girl has never touched him besides his mother. hamzah slowly turns his head back to the textbook and starts working on the equation again, now with a shaky voice.

you hand slowly creeps up to his pants zipper, slowly zipping the pants down. hamzah clears his throat, still working and explaining the problem.

damn... who would've known that nerdy boy hamzah was carrying this thing around campus. you stare at it for a moment, surprised by his length and girth. he's hard as a rock and throbbing like crazy.

you decide to take it further and wrap your hand around his cock. He lets out a little groan due to your cold hands and shifts in his seat to give you more access.

he liked this, due to the sounds coming out of him. he liked feeling your manicured hand (that he definitely hasn't gotten a little horny thinking about where he wants them) around his cock while he helps you with his work in the school library where someone could see you stroking him, acting out his favorite fantasy.

you look around the library—making sure no one can see what's about to happen.

you quietly move down, getting under the table and sitting in-between hamzah's legs. "y/n, what are you doing? what if someone sees us?" the boy panics

"then be quiet and continue solving the question and no one will suspect a thing." you whisper. you pull down hamzah's pants to his knees and continue stroking him.

no matter how hard hamzah tries, he can't stop letting out little whimpers. you move your mouth close to his shaft and lick all way the up to his tip, wrapping your mouth around it. hamzah lets out a few curses out of his mouth, biting his lower lip and his eyes flutter shut.

you take your mouth off of him and look up at him. confused, hamzah looks down at you. "keep working on the problem." you explain and goes back down. hamzah whines and picks up the pencil and tries to solve the problem again.

you take him all the way and stroke what you can't fit. your tongue presses on his sensitive tip making moan, he immediately puts his hand over his mouth. you give him a look and continue.

hamzah's glasses slide down his nose looking at you between his knees, the girl he always jerked off to, sucking his cock. you bob you head up and down his cock.

"holy fuck—mm fuck you're good at this.. I should start tutoring you more, ohhhh fuck" your throat tightens and you hum around his shaft, earning more than one moan out of him.

hamzah pushes your head all the way down—gagging you with his cock. "shit, s-sorry—i had to—" he moans and takes his hand off of the back of your head. you rises up, getting a breath of air—coughing into your hand. you look up at hamzah, "what the hell.." you say breathlessly.

not gonna lie, you kinda like it. having him take charge.. it was hot. you get from under the table and straddle hamzah's lap.

his beady little eyes stare up at you, wondering what's happening.

"now, for what's about to happen— i need you quiet." you say.

"right, but what—oh f-fuck.." hamzah moans. he didn't catch you moving your panties to side but he did catch you sliding down on his cock and feeling your warmth. his hands goes down to your hips, holding you in place—you let out a slight whimper, trying to get use to his size.

this wasn't your first time but it was a little hard adjusting him.

you start rolling your hips. you close your eyes and rest your head against hamzah's shoulder. "holy shit—s'too much.. mm you're too big.." you gasped. to make it better, hamzah was helping you—guiding your hips up and down his cock.

"i-is that okay?" his stutters. you vigorously nod your head and start slowing your hips down.

suddenly, hamzah thrusts upwards, hitting your cervix. you moan out loud, your hands immediately flying up to your mouth. he repeats, hitting that sweet spot that no one else on this campus could hit.

"damn—you're so wet, baby.." hamzah moans. he could barely getting the words out without moaning.

you and hamzah's "quiet" moans, skin slapping, and your cunt squelching around his cock, you guys weren't even thinking about been quiet right now, just trying to finish each other off.

"ngh, i can't take it.. so deep i can feel you in my stomach..." you whimper. you look down at the obscene thing that's going on down there. fuck, your creaming all over him.

you look down at hamzah, you notice—he's not looking at you. his eyes are shut and his head pulled back.

you lightly slap hid cheek, his low eyes open and look at you. "look at me. i want you to look me while i—fuck.. ride you."

he nods and tries to hold eye contact with you. hamzah's hand goes under your shirt and bra and gently—squeezes your boob, fumbling with your nipple.

"you like that? yeah? ohhh fuckkk, keep squeezing me like that. shit, w-we should be studying.." he says breathlessly. you hum and nod, eyes staying on his.

you feel your orgasm coming, getting that feeling in your stomach.

"hamzah.. baby—i'm gonna cum.." you mumble. once he heard those words his thrusts gets faster, he must be on the same pace with you.

"same, fuck—cum with me, please.. cum with me." hamzah kisses down your neck, his thrusts getting harder and sloppier at the same time

"hamzah, pull out." you whine.

his thrusts suddenly stops, you hold on tight on hamzah while your orgasm flushes over you meanwhile hamzah is in heaven.

"oh fuck! i-i can't—cumming.. holy shit.." he groans. you feel his cock twitch inside you, his loading painting your walls inside you-- and your cunt clenching around him doesn't help.

he doesn't pull out until every single drop is inside you. you slightly whine at him pulling out, his load spilling out of your cunt.

you fix your skirt and panties before sitting back down in your sit, slowly due to your sensitivity.

walking into the loud, crowded house, you could instantly smell alcohol and weed. your nose turns up to the smell and you face your friend, who’s already in the party mood.

her smile fades as soon as she see your face and she rolls her eyes in a playful way. ‘oh my gosh, we’re not even half way in the house and you already want to leave? i thought you wanted to go out, y/n?’

she was right. you thought that going out would help you get over your break up but all you want to do is lay in bed and cry your eyes out.

‘c’mon let’s go have fun! maybe you’ll find somebody better!’ she dragged you in and push y’all’s way through the crowd and right to the liquor. there were all types of alcohol—tequila, beer, vodka, whatever you named—it was definitely there.

your friend grabbed the tequila and poured 6 shots, 3 for her and 3 for you. ‘wait wait wait! this is too much..’ you rasped. she ignored you and continued to pour the shots.

‘I don’t need you worried about your ex or anything else while we’re at this party. girl, you’re gonna drink these shots’ she hands you your first shot and cheers you. you had a feeling in your stomach, not because you were scared.. well you were scared a little bit but, because it’s been months since you drank and you don’t want to be that one drunk girl at the party.

you quickly drink the shot, a burning sensation goes down your throat. you go to grab a cup of orange juice until your friend stops you. ‘nope, no chasers.’ she says and snatches the cup out of your hand.

a guy, who looks very tipsy—walks over to you and your friend and eyes her up and down.

the guys asks her to dance to the song that just screams sweaty, drunk bodies grinding on each other. she accepts to dance and gives you a look. ‘go have fun, y/n! finish your shots!’ she yells over the loud music and leaves you there—by yourself.

you eye down the two tequila shots. she’s right, you should have fun. you just got out of a relationship and is going out for the first time in forever. you need to turn back into your carefree, single self again and have fun.

you quickly take the two shots and make yourself a drink and step out the dance floor.

you finally started to let loose and danced to a couple songs. you know, really enjoying this party, even dancing with this one guy you came across.

you were having fun until you saw him.

the man that broke your heart, staring right at you. the man who’s the reason your at the stupid party in the first place.

your heart dropped to your stomach, what was he doing here? hamzah wasn’t really the party or any social activity type of guy.

you haven’t seen him the months. his hair is a buzzed bleach now and not the black curls that you love, or well loved. he looked more muscular than the last time you saw him, his eyes looked darker than his usual brown eyes.

hamzah looked totally different from when you guys broke up, and so have you—you two looked like two strangers to each other.

you looked away from hamzah and continued dancing with this stranger, putting on a fake smile—but you could feel his eyes still on you. his eyes basically burning holes into your back.

you tried the take your mind off your ex-boyfriend who’s standing in the corner, looking like the creep. you grind harder into the man behind you, his hand on your hips guiding you.

‘how about we take this somewhere else?’ the man says into your ear, before you can answer you were snatched away from the guy. you nearly fall due to the fast speed this person was walking.

your heart beating fast, you thought you were getting kidnapped and the guy you were dancing on didn’t when run after you. you look up and see that bleached buzz, it was hamzah.

before you could say something—he shoved you in a empty bathroom and locked the door. ‘what the fuck are you doing out there?’ he exclaimed.

you face scrunches up, what the fuck is he talking about?

‘what the hell do you mean? i’m enjoying being single, you know since you fucking dumped me!’ you snap back. hamzah pinches his nose bridge before looking down at you.

you walk up the mirror to fix your dress and fix your hair, hamzah’s eyes filling you ‘don’t worry, you still look the same way you did when you dancing on the guy, like a whore.’

without even thinking, you turn around and slap hamzah across the face. ‘fuck you, hamzah!’ you shout.

he has no reaction, fucking weirdo. ‘fuck me?’ he muttered.

‘yes, fuck you.’ you say. he looks down at you with hooded dark brown eyes, lips plump just asking to be kissed.

the two of you looked at each other until hamzah smashed his lips onto yours, you could taste the alcohol on his tongue. the kiss was tough and messy, your hands go on each side of hamzah’s face.

he breaks the kiss, turning you around and pushes you against the counter. your hands tightly grip the sides of the sink as he pulls up your dress and pulling your panties to the side, wasting no time.

his lips go on your neck—making little hickies all around it, visibly marking his territory.

you lightly gasp at the feeling of his fingers rubbing your entrance. ‘your already wet? you’re living up to your name, whore.’ hamzah grins.

you look up at him in the mirror ‘don’t call me th-’ he cuts you off by sticking his middle and ring finger inside your wet cunt. your head drops low and you lightly bite your lip.

‘what was that? I didn’t hear you..’ the man mutters. his fingers pump in and out of you at a torturing pace. hamzah places his hand on your throat, squeezing lightly—pulling your head back to kiss you from behind.

his curled fingers speed up, making you moan in his mouth. behind the muffled moan coming from you, you could hear the squelching from your pussy.

he fucked you with his fingers, knowing that it always get you loose. your creamy fluids spill on his fingers, dripping down on the tiled bathroom floor.

‘look at you, fucked out just by my fingers. you miss this down you.’ hamzah whispered as he looked at you through the mirror.

he groans at the sight in front of him. ‘look at me, y/n. look at how pretty you look with my fingers inside you.. fuck.’ hamzah cursed.

you slowly open your eyes to see him staring at you. the same stare that makes your knees weak everytime. he takes his fingers out of you, glistening in the bathroom light. you let out a little whine at the lost of contact, your cunt just throbbing.

hamzah puts his forcibly puts the same fingers that were inside you in your mouth. ‘taste yourself, see how good you taste, y/n.’ his voice rasped.

you slowly suck on his fingers as he watches you in the mirror— a number of curses coming out of his mouth.

he takes his hand out of your mouth and get a taste himself. he begins to unbuckle his pants, the tent in his pants is just raging. you reach down to help him, slowly palming him in thought his boxers.

you pull his cock out, hitting his stomach as you do. hamzah takes over and strokes his cock.

he rubs his tip against your entrance, gaining a small moan from you before he pushes all the way in. immediately, you feel full—it’s like you’ve never adjusted to his size.

hamzah doesn’t start off slow, no. he started off rough, fucking you like he hated you.

‘wait.. ham.. oh fuck..’ your eyes rolled back under your hooded eyes. your hands grip the sink for support. his mouth attaches to your neck once again as he pounds you.

the muttered music from the party played outside of the bathroom, you were hoping that it was enough that no one can hear how loud hamzah’s hips were slapping against yours and your high moaning.

this feels completely wrong but yet, so good. his hand wraps around your throat—making you look at him. ‘fuck, y/n. you must missed me fucking you like this, don’t you? say it. say you miss me fucking your guts.’ his mouth is so filthy.

it took you a while to get the words out, you were so overstimulated with him pounding into your aching pussy and slightly choking you.

‘i miss.. you.. s-shit.. fucking me like this..!’ you moan. hamzah groans at the words, his pace going even faster.

you lightly try push hamzah, putting a hand on his stomach. ‘nuh uh, don’t try to push me away. goddamn.. you know you want this.’ he moans as he pushes your hand away.

your makeup and hair was fucked up and smudged. you looked a hot mess but hamzah loved every sight of it, knowing he’s the one that caused you to look like that. your dress pushed all the way your waist, panties soaked and pushed to the side.

his cock hit your g-spot repeatedly, mouth opening into a ‘o’ shape.

‘that’s the spot? i know it is.’ hamzah spoke in your ear. your mouth opened but nothing came out.

his cock so deep—pushing the feeling of an orgasm at brink. ‘hamzah.. im close..’ you mutter.

‘you gonna cum? do it, fuckin cream all over me.’ hamzah groans. his cock pounding you over and over and over—until you came and your body fell limp against his. hamzah came right after you, letting out a deep moan, shooting his ropes inside you.

it’s quiet now, just muffled music in the background. he stayed inside for a minute, feeling your warmth for once again.

he carefully pulls out, his cum oozing out of you just turns him on again.

your dress wasn’t even fixed or actually anything, you still looked a mess before he left after getting dressed again.

‘it was nice seeing you again, y/n’ your ex-boyfriend says before leaving the messy bathroom.

TAGSLIST: @weirdogirl888

- ⋆ ･˳ you and hamzah accidentally call each other you guys pet name for each other every time and play it off sarcastically. you and hamzah would be around y’all’s friends and he’ll accidentally call you babe, not paying attention to the large group of people around you guys and then immediately lets out an awkward regrettable laugh, or sometimes you do it and immediately feel your stomach drop—hoping no one heard you. some people play it off or some look at you guys crazy—and it’s even more scary if your around close friends.

you, hamzah, mandy, and martin were planning to go to dinner as friends, mandy and martin not knowing that you and hamzah are in a relationship—or you think so.

you and mandy were talking on the couch, seeing when you guys should go grab the new sonny angels series, until hamzah walks into the living room calling you the pet name he has for you, something that friends definitely don’t call each other.

‘babe, what time are we supposed to leave?’ he says, looking up from his phone. you look up at hamzah with wide eyes—shocked by what he just said. it didn’t take long for hamzah to notice what did he just said.. neither did mandy.

‘um.. i don’t know, hamzah. ask mandy..’ you say awkwardly, mentally face palming yourself. mandy tells your embarrassed boyfriend you guys are leaving at 7 and he immediately leaves the living room—mandy looks at you with a look on her face saying ‘hello? what was that?’. you just shrug it off, saying it’s a friend thing and hope that she forgets about the whole thing.

- ⋆ ･˳ speaking of martin and mandy, they definitely talk about you guys… not in a bad way though! they literally have money on you guys debating if you guys are dating or not, mandy putting $5 on you guys dating and martin putting $10 on you guys not—just being really good friends that always hang out…! mandy is always keeping her ears open to see if she can hear any thing close enough for you and hamzah to be a couple meanwhile martin, shrugs its off because i mean.. he doesn’t think you guys are a couple until one day martin walked in on you guys.

martin came over to hamzah’s place to come film a video and of course, hamzah forgot all about it and invited you over to watch a movie and chill. well, not really—you guys forgot all about the movie and it started into a whole make out session.

hamzah breaks the kiss to pull off your shirt and puts his lips on your neck, you turn your neck to side for him to get more access.

the door busses wide open revealing a smiling then wide eyed martin after what his eyes just seen. you let out a yelp and cover yourself with the blanket. ‘martin, get out!’ hamzah growls and throws a pillow at him. he lets out a quick sorry and hurriedly leaves the room. you burry yourself in hamzah’s sheets—embarrassed that your boyfriends best friend just seen you in your underwear.

martin pulls out his phone and opens mandy’s contact, telling her that he give her the ten dollars when he gets home and of course, mandy is grinning ear to ear because she won the bet and her best friend is now saying her boyfriends best friend and is always open to listen about your relationship.

- ⋆ ･˳ fans definitely started suspecting that you and hamzah are dating after seeing you in almost all the behind the scenes videos on the patreon or hear your voice in the background in youtube videos. it first started when somebody sent out a tweet ‘is it just me or does y/n spend a lot of time with hamzah and at his house?? lemme find out if they’re dating.’ hamzah brought it to your attention when he was doing his daily scroll on twitter and accidentally came across it. sometimes ship edits come across on his for you page or even yours (but mostly his) and he always saves them. you always hear the sentences “oh my gosh, baby, look at this edit of us!” or “you wanna see this edit somebody made of us?” some fans don’t believe that you guys are dating while some do—you guys just let them think what they think because honestly, you’re not ready to reveal you guys relationship yet.

a/n: hey guys..! ik I’ve been gone for a while and im sorry for that ill get my shit together 💔😭

i don’t like how i literally just wrote 3 scenarios but i could literally not think of anything but don’t worry! I’ll release something else soon!

roommate!hamzah who’s been cleaning the house more often. you know, washing dishes, keeping the living room nice and clean, and the bathroom not a complete mess. ever since that night hamzah has been the most decent roommate you could ask for, until.. he met your new boyfriend, ben.

he remembers the day so vividly you brought that asshole into y’all’s home, keyword, YALL’S home. he was sitting on the couch—cuddling with the cats until he heard the door open. jumping up to go greet you, he was instead greeted with a tall (not really) man, having him questioning who the fuck just walked into his house.

‘uhh.. who the fuck are you?’ hamzah snarled. before the man could say something, you walked into the house and smiled when you seen hamzah. ‘hamzah! just the guy i was looking for. i want you to meet ben! ben this is roommate hamzah—hamzah this is my boyfriend, ben!’ you smile, showing all your pearly whites. ben? what kind of white fuck boy name is that? hamzah was NOT impressed by this dude and wanted him gone in an instant.

ben held his hand out for hamzah to shake and hamzah just stared at it with a disgusted look on his face. you clear your throat and awkwardly laugh. fuck—the tension in this small ass kitchen is so thick and awkward you could cut it with a knife. ‘um.. he’s not really a touchy guy..’ you whisper to ben, he quickly took his hand back and nodded.

‘it’s nice to finally meet you, man. y/n is always talking about you.’ ben says.

nice to meet him? does he know what hamzah’s tongue has fucked you before and you even asking him to do it again two days later? or does he know that he can hear you moan his name while you finger yourself at night, thinking he’s sleeping and can’t hear you? news flash, he always hears you. and always make sure to stroke his cock to your sweet, innocent moans that come out of your mouth.

hamzah studied this “ben” guy for a minute. he looks like he comes from a gated community, has on fucking khakis, and a nice watch sitting on his hairy ass wrist. this dude looks like a douche bag. you give hamzah a weird stare as he stares at your boyfriend, ben also gives him a questionable look. ‘um.. we’re gonna go to my room.. um, you can have whatever you want for dinner, i ate at ben’s.’ you drag your new boyfriend out of the kitchen and to your room, leaving a jealous, angry hamzah. while walking hamzah secretly hears you mumble ‘sorry about him, he’s a little weird.’ girl.. how dare you?

-

over the next few weeks, hamzah felt like he was in hell. most everyday your boyfri- i mean ben, would come over, trash the house, use his bathroom, playing his video games, eat his food, and even fuck his girl.

hamzah walks into his home, exhausted from planning some things for the slushy noobz channel. he stopped dead in his tracks, he knows that ain’t his game he’s hearing. hamzah knew it couldn’t be you, you wouldn’t give a flying fuck to play a video game, all you do is play the sims or Roblox on your macbook. he heard Fortnite going off on the loud tv and he swears to god, if your nasty ass boyfriend is playing Fortnite on his account, messing up his kills, he was gonna kill this guy.

hamzah walks into the living to see exactly what he didn’t want to see. ben was playing his game on your couch while eating literally the chips hamzah bought yesterday for himself, to the side of him was you working on your laptop, not even noticing he was standing right there. ben looks up and smiles ‘hamzah! my man what’s up’

the look hamzah had on his face was so disrespectful, this man literally hated ben’s guts. hamzah sighs and rub his eyes. ‘y/n can you tell your sloppy boyfriend to get the fuck off of my game, please? respectfully though, ben.’

you bring your attention to hamzah and then at the tv. ‘oh i didn’t think you won’t have a problem with it..’ you mumble. a problem? girl this is bigger than a fucking problem, you knew hamzah hated when other people touched his stuff, you were doing this on purpose. ben hurriedly got off the game and apologized, walking out of the living room to your room. ‘i know your doing this on purpose and for what? are you pent up like last tim-’

‘shut up, ben fulfills my needs, okay? fucking asshole.’ you groan. hamzah watched you stand up and walk off

hamzah scoffed. ‘oh really? so you don’t be moaning my name in the middle of the night because ben didn’t make you cum hard like I do?’ you stop dead in your tracks and turn around, shushing him.

‘shut the hell up! ben could hear you, now, what the hell are you talking about?’ you shush hamzah, putting a hand over his mouth. hamzah takes your hand off of his mouth.

‘what it’s the truth? you know you miss me.’ hamzah teases.

hamzah starts kissing on your neck, his hands crawling down to your waist. you easily give in, a soft moan leaving your mouth. what the fuck are you doing? no like actually, your boyfriend can walk in any minute and see your roommate kissing down your neck, hands on your waist, looking like he’s done this before and he would be right.

‘you miss my touch, my fingers, my tongue.’

you push hamzah off and shake your head. ‘no i don’t—that was just a one time.. thing.’ you sigh. hamzah hums and looks at you. he has you under his spell and you can’t get from under it. you leave the living room and walk to your room, where Ben is, you’ll show him that you don’t need him.

ben was sitting on the bed—lazily scrolling on what it looks like instagram. you grab Ben’s phone, throw on the bed somewhere and smash your lips into his. he was surprised at first. ‘baby, what are you doing?’ he mumbled into the kiss. you remove your lips and go down to his neck. ‘i need you.. need to show him.’ you whisper that last part while taking off Ben’s shirt.

‘what..?’ ben says between kiss. you untie his pajama pants and palm his bulge. ben hisses at the contact, looking up at you innocently, aw—he’s too cute. you pull his boxers down and stroke his cock. ‘i need you to fuck me, benny.’ you whisper in his ear.

hamzah sat in his room, mind just wandering, thinking about how ever since this boyfriend of yours changed everything. he needed to do something about it. he doesn’t care if it’s toxic or obsessive, hamzah been wanting you ever since he saw your application to being his roommate. everything was perfect about you. and when he finally got you in his grasp, and now some dude is taking you away. that’s alright, he’ll show him.

‘benny! fuck.. right there! right there!’

you moaned out loud, making sure hamzah could hear. hamzah chuckled to himself, he could tell those moans we’re fake. you never moaned that loud unless he was hitting that sweet spot in your pussy, and you and hamzah both know ben.. is never gonna hit that spot, only hamzah can. with these thin walls you could hear everything. bed creaking, ben’s soft groans, your fake moans, it honestly cracked hamzah up. doing all that just for him to not get you to cum. it’s only been 5 minutes and he’s already done? pathetic.

he heard the door to your room open and close—signaling ben was finally leaving and going back to his own fucking home for once. it’s sad, you go and show off this handsome and nice guy and he sucks in bed, poor y/n.

a few minutes later, hamzah hears a knock on his door. wow girl, you not gon wait a few days to ask for the dick? hamzah smiles ‘come in.’

you slowly open his door and hesitate before walking into the room that smells like weed and slightly messy.

‘lemme guess, pretty boy didn’t get you to finish, huh?’ the 5’11 man stands up. he walks over to you, closing the wide gap between you two. your eyes stay on the floor, you were supposed to stand your ground, but you always give in to him—always.

hamzah wraps his hands around your waist, sending a shiver through your body. ‘i knew he couldn’t, he doesn’t touch you like i do.’ hamzah leads you to his bed and gently pushes you down. he gets down on his knees, and places your legs on his shoulders—giving him access to your pussy. he kisses up and down your thighs, your shorts being the only barrier between his mouth and your bare pussy.

you gently close your eyes, feeling his mouth tease you—finally, you were being patient, you needed this, you wanted this, you don’t know how long it’s been since you came hard, or even at all.

hamzah pulls your shorts down—letting out a breathless laugh, seeing you so wet for him. he’s almost puts his mouth on you but stops. he notices your eyes are closed, you looked fucked out and he hasn’t even fucked you yet.

‘y/n, look at me, i wanna see your face when you moan my name.’ he begs. you open your eyes and look down between your legs. shit, this is so wrong. you shouldn’t be cheating on your boyfriend but, you cant resist hamzah. he looks so sexy under the dimmed light in his room—his curls are just perfect, he’s eyes are low, and his mouth is ready. ‘there you go, pretty girl—eyes on me.’

hamzah slowly licks a wet, long stroke against your pussy with his tongue. you quietly gasp at the contact, you miss this so much. hamzah sucks on your clit, hands griping your soft thighs, even sending a soft tap to it—making you moan. hamzah inserts 2 fingers inside you, curling them in the right places. you close your close and bite your lip hard enough to draw blood. hamzah see this and takes his mouth off, you instantly look down at him.

‘didn’t i tell you to look at me? see what happens when your eyes off again.’ hamzah snarls. you quietly whine and keep your eyes on him. hamzah goes back down and inserts his tongue inside off the jump. wet noises and moans fill up the messy room. ‘hamzah..’ you whisper and your eyes go low. you feel his tongue go in and out and in and out. he moaned against your pussy, making you clench around his tongue. you lean back into the bed and close your eyes, you can’t help it.

hamzah takes his mouth off of you and stands up. ‘fuck, i need that pussy on me.’ he says breathlessly. he takes off his shirt and you take no time unzipping his pants and pulling them down.

hamzah moves between your legs and sets your legs on his shoulders again. he lines himself up to your entrance and slowly pushes in. you feel him stretching you out, slight hurting getting to adjust to his size. hamzah stays still until you tell him to move, he starts off slow—the both of you gasping and moaning. he starts to pick up the pace, skin slapping fills up the room. this definitely isnt his first time, i mean he did have girls over every night and you heard any single thing. how loud they moaning, them moaning his name, he was a pro.

‘look at her clenching around me, i bet that boyfriend of yours can’t make you do that, huh?’ hamzah talks. you moan in response, hands gripping his arms. he had you in a full mating press, stretching out places you’ve never even stretched before.

‘mmmgh, fuckk..’ you moan, your eyes closing shut. hamzah pulls out, you whine at the lost contact until he flips you over on your stomach. he had you ass up and face down.

hamzah had to let you know that you were his—and he’ll do that by destroying your guts. he puts a hand on your back, letting you arch it a little bit and a hand in your hair—pushing your face into the pillows, muffling your moans. he goes inside again and starts off with a rapid pace.

your face pushed into his white pillows—moaning after every thrust. ‘say your mine.’ hamzah groans. you don’t say anything. you keep moaning away, hands gripping the white sheets on his bed, drool slightly come out of your mouth.

‘y/n, im not gonna ask you again.’ he says. ‘say’ thrust. ‘your’ thrust. ‘fucking’ thrust. ‘mine’. his cock hitting your spot every word, each thrust harder than the last one. he pulls your head up by your hair—you look a hot mess, he wanted you that way. having you fucked out by him lets him know that your u see his spell, once again.

‘im.. yours, hamzah. fuck..!’ you blurt out. he pulls you closer to him and smashes his lips into yours. he breaks away from the kiss, pushes you back down into the mattress and grabs something out of view. you hear his phone unlock and see the bright flashlight come on. wait.. is he recording this shit?

the camera is capturing everything, his cock ramming in and out of you, your fucked out side profile, you’re so fucked.

‘tell benny boy how i fuck you so good, baby.’ hamzah says breathlessly. you hide your face in the pillows, ben can’t see this. you thought about how bad this would look you, the thing is..

ben has been suspicious about hamzah ever since he’s met him. the way hamzah looks and talks to you, the way he talks about you. he’s weird, he talks like he’s the one dating you not him—and now the guy he wasn’t supposed to worry about.. is fucking his girlfriend.

he puts the phone closer to your pussy, just creaming on his cock. ‘your mine, right?’ he asks, phone zooming out to record your face. you don’t say anything once again. hamzah smacks your ass , sending a jolt through your body, leaving a red spot on your ass cheek. you mumble your words into the pillow, moans getting louder with every thrust—still hitting your sweet spot every thrust.

‘what was that?’ he whispered in your ear. you pick your head up and slightly stuttered. ‘mmm.. i’m yours.’ you whined and put your head back into the pillow. hamzah smirks and turns the camera on him. ‘this is how you fuck your girl, ben.’ he chuckles into the camera. he stops recording and throws his phone off somewhere.

you feel a tight knot in your stomach that you haven’t felt in weeks, this would be your first orgasm after who knows how long. ‘hamzah.. im gonna—oh shit.. im gonna cum’ your whine and place a hand on hamzah’s stomach to slow him down. hamzah swats your hand away and he goes deeper. ‘oh yeah? let go—cum for me.’ hamzah talks in your ear.

your eyes roll back as you feel your orgasm comes. you mumble words as your orgasm washes over you, one of his hands goes down to your clit and rubs it as you cum, while the other grips your hip. hamzah cums shortly after you. his thrusts starts going staggered, he groans and throws his head back. the room is filled his pants and soft moans.

hamzah slowly pulls out, his cum oozing out of you. he smiles at your fucked out state. your body is shaking—girl, you’re a blubbering mess.

‘and send.. he should know who you belong to now.’ hamzah says, he sounds fucking evil.

sigh, you (don’t) hate your roommate..

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roommate!hamzah is such an asshole now that you’ve been living with him for the past six months—the first two months were so great. before this whole thing, hamzah was contributing to cleaning the house, changing the cats litter, even brining you food. now all he does is record videos, eat, play games, and invite girls over just to ghost them a week later.

last week the sink was filled with dishes. cups, plates, bowls, mugs—you name it. and the best part is… they’re barely yours! you’ve been at work and taking double shifts for the extra money while hamzah stayed at home with the cats and doing whatever.

you unlocked the front door to your shared home with your annoying roommate already hearing his loud video game playing in the living room. setting your purse and keys down—you notice the pile of dishes in the sink, once again (mind you, you washed the dishes this morning). ‘oh my fucki- hamzah!’ you groan and roll your eyes. the man groans, already annoyed at you, and walks into the kitchen.

messy curls, has on the same shirt from yesterday, and those black glasses that always makes him look attractive no matter what he looks like.

your eyes look at the dishes, then at hamzah, back at the dishes and then back at hamzah. ‘how did all these dishes get in sink when i washed the dishes literally this morning?’ you smack your lips and walk pass hamzah, slightly bumping his shoulder.

he scoffs and rolls his eyes, leaning on the kitchen counter—hamzah shrugs his shoulders. ‘i don’t know. all i did was make breakfast this morning.’ he yawns. breakfast? so he’s telling you that making breakfast requires a fucking lemon squeezer? oh my gosh what are you gonna do with him?

you stare at hamzah, trying not to cuss a grown man out for acting like a damn 10 year old. ‘can you just clean it please? i told you i have a special friend coming over and i would appreciate it if you cleaned up after yourself.’ you plead, hoping for once—hamzah would do the dishes. hamzah scoffs and walks back over to the couch and plopped his ass right on it and picked up his controller.

‘no. if it’s so important to you and bothering you.. you clean it, y/n.’

it took you everything in your power not to throw your purse at him and strangle him with the strap. you groan and storm to your room ‘your such a fucking asshole!’ you yelled and slam your door. let’s just say that special friend didn’t come over that night..

hamzah grinned to himself as he watched you run your mouth and slam your door, successfully getting on your nerves. that was his goal, it turned him on. you getting mad at him and cussing him out made his cock twitch in his sweatpants. sometimes you things like this happen, he sneaks to his room and quietly (not really) stroke his cock, even pulling up a picture from your instagram—making him cum all over his phone, such a fucking pervert.

-

recently, you’ve been talking to this guy who works with you and he has all the things you look for in a guy. sweet personality, caring, intelligent, and.. cleans after himself! and a few days ago he asked you on a date that today.

you finish the last curl in your hair and set the curling iron off. you reapply some more lip gloss and check yourself out in the mirror. it’s been a while since you’ve been on a date so you picked a dress that hugged your curves in all the right places.

bang! bang! bang!

‘y/n! hurry up, i need to pee!’ hamzah yells outside the bathroom door.

you roll your eyes and finish checking yourself out before opening the door, being face to face with hamzah. his whole demeanor changed, going from annoyed and pissed off to caught off guard.

hamzah has never seen you this dressed up before—i mean he’s seen you in a dress before but not one that makes his dick twitch..

‘whoa, where we going..?’ the man looks at you up and down and watch you as you leave the bathroom, following you to your room—his eyes never leaving your figure. you pick up your shoes and favorite purse before answering his question.

you chuckle ‘we aren’t going anywhere, not that it’s any of your business but im going on a date tonight.’ you smile and turn the lights out before leaving your room. date? who would be brave enough to ask you on a date? hamzah scoffs and fold his arms across his chest.

‘oh really? and who is this guy?’ hamzah mumbles, a hint of jealousy in his tone. you smile at hamzah and ignore his question, sliding on some slippers and grabbing your car keys. ‘are you not gonna answer my question?’ hamzah asks, eyes locked on your ass.

‘make sure you replace the cat litter, I don’t need our house smelling like cat shit.’ you say as your walking out the door. hamzah sigh and rubs eyes, not even wanting to look down, knowing there’s a raging hard on looking right at him back.

-

you return home with a disappointed face, heels are off, hair is in a claw clip, and the cat litter is STILL not replaced. you walk in the living room and see hamzah, just sitting in the couch—literally doing nothing. he looks up at you ‘hey, uh.. how’d your date go?’ he asks softly,

you sigh and sit beside him, leaving very little room. ‘it fucking sucked.’

oh.. that wasn’t the answer he was thinking of

hamzah looks at you, at your lips then your face. god damn.. he never realized how pretty you are. ‘the guy was so fucking disrespectful and definitely doesn’t know how to talk to a girl, and the best thing is.. he left me! he ditched me, saying he was going to bathroom… yeah right.’ you ramble, not even noticing you haven’t given hamzah a chance to talk.

he was speechless, how does a guy ditch a girl like you? mind you this man is still going crazy on how he can hate you one day and want to fuck you the next day.

you sigh and look down, fidget with your nails. ‘how come a guy never wants to be with me? i try to be perfect for someone and then they turn around and treat me like shit.’ you sadly mumble. hamzah stared at you while you be in your sad mood.

‘how about i make your night better..?’ hamzah says out of nowhere. you give hamzah a confused look and lightly scoff ‘and how will you do that? finally clean the house?’ you roll eyes. hamzah never did anything to make you happy, it felt like he was literally there just to make your life more miserable.

‘no, i wanna eat your pussy...’

excuse me? your head quickly turn towards hamzah, your eyes wide—surprised by the words that just came out his mouth. hamzah looks at you with a straight face, serious about his request.

you exhale and clear your throat, you don’t know what to say. let’s look at it this way, your messy but very attractive roommate just asked to eat you out, you haven’t sex or anything in months. you were desperate, what else would you do?

‘it’s fine if you say n-’ ‘no no no, you.. you can do it.. just fuck.. don’t tell anyone this happened’ you sighed

hamzah smirks and pulls you closer to him, like you weren’t close to him already. he grabs your hips and sits you on his lap, yours legs on each side of him. he leans in to kiss your neck, your breath hitching each lick, kiss, and nibble hamzah does on your neck. hamzah slowly lays you down on the couch, mouth staying on your neck, creating a dark hickey, marking you for everyone to see.

hamzah moves down to your thighs, pushing your dress up for full access. he planted kisses up and down both of your thighs, teasing you, what an asshole. growing impatient, you slightly groan ‘hamzah, get to it already..’ you say breathlessly. hamzah moves from your neck, a shitty grin on his face. ‘i wanted to take it slow.. but if you insist.’ hamzah removes your wet panties off of you and throws them carelessly to the side.

‘damn, you’re this wet just by me kissing you?’ he teases you. you look down at him with pleading eyes, a small moan coming out of your mouth. you and hamzah maintain eye contact as he gathers the wetness between your legs, sucking them off with a smile. hamzahs head lowers between your legs, your cunt is aching at this point. you feel his warm tongue, gasping at the contact, you mouth makes an ‘o’ shape as hamzah puts his tongue to work.

hamzah’s mouth sucked at your clit, earning a soft squeal out of your mouth. your hand moves to hamzah’s head—fingers softly gripping you blonde tips. wet, loud, and moans fill the living room, fuck, you hope blue and red aren’t in here.

without even noticing, you grind your hips against hamzah’s mouth, trying to get more but hamzah instantly shuts it down. he takes his mouth off of you and looks up at you. ‘stay still or i’m stopping.’ he snarls.

you let out a soft whimper as a response. hamzah goes down again.

you grab the closet pillow next to you and let out a muffled moan. god damn, when did this man learn how to eat pussy this good? hamzah never seemed like the type to actually give a girl pleasure, it felt like he was one of those guys who only cared about themselves cumming. you wrap your legs around hamzah’s neck and you feel his hands rub up and down your sides, you can hear his muffled moans and groans, sending vibrations through out your body.

His tongues goes deeper inside you, basically tongue-fucking you, making you see stars. swirling his tongue around and licking ways you didn’t even know was possible.

‘hamzah.. fuck..’ you moan, removing the pillow so he could hear your moans, and he did. his cock got harder the moment he heard you moan his name. you grip his blonde curls as you feel a knot in your stomach. ‘hamzah, baby.. im gonna cum..’

the knot in your abdomen tightens and your eyes close as hamzah fucks you with his tongue, going in and out. not even 2 minutes later, you explode, feeling your orgasm wash over you, cumming with a loud cry. hamzah doesn’t get off just yet, he’s making sure he gets very single drop, he’s been dreaming of his moment and now that he’s got it, he’s making sure he gets everything.

the man rises up with a smirk on his face, mouth glistening with your cum and some spit. he uses the back of his hand to wipe his mouth. your eyes flutter open to see him. hair is messy, eyes are low, and he’s rock hard..

you look down at the bulge in his pants and then into his eyes. ‘you want me to help you with that?’ you say, voice slight hoarse from all the loud moaning you just did. hamzah rises an eyebrow and looks down.

‘don’t worry about me. tonight was all about you.’ he grinned.

sigh.. you really hope he doesn’t tell anyone about this..

hi guys! so.. this is my first time EVER writing smut, um I hope I did okay because omg lmao. you hope you guys liked this, it’s pretty long but oh well. and also thank you for 200 likes on my last post!!! that means sooo much to me! love you guys, bye!