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maybankfr · 14 days

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THIS IS SO CUTENESS I LOVE

⭒ blurb : calling hamzah your “friend”

bf!hamzah x poc!reader

summary : headcannons/blurb based on the tiktok trend of calling your partner “friend”

mickey speaks : since ppl really liked my first lil blurb imma just play out all my tt fantasies with our fake bf :D also pls send me any hamzah reqs my brain is very empty lmfao!!!!

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you prop your phone up against the vase of flowers on your dining room table, capturing both you and hamzah in frame.

“guysss!! look my friend brought me takeout hibachi for dinner tonight!” you squeal and lift the styrofoam box to show off your meal.

hamzah doesn’t catch it the first time, he’s honestly tweaking because he stopped to get you both dinner right after the gym.

he feels starved but maintains composure and a smile for your tiktok bit

“i just got the basic fried rice, veggies, and chicken. i think my friend got the same, hamzah what’d you get?”

his eyebrows pinch in confusion for a second, “uh yeah, i got the same as you.”

“okay first bites! i’ll have my friend go first” you can’t help but smile when you grab the phone and start to record hamzah, but he’s paused holding his fork in the air.

“why do you keep saying that?” he softly asks through a laugh.

“what?”

“callin’ me your friend?”

“are we not friends...?" "i mean yeah sure but like not just that?" "you're confusing me, just take your bite please we’re gonna run out of time on this”

he nods his head compliantly and exaggerates a hum of “mmm!” after his bite before taking your phone to film yours.

“okay friend, your turn!” he loudly mocks with a wide grin.

you try not to laugh while taking a bite yourself

“it's actually so good, i needed this right now.”

you now record the both of you, “okay my friend and i are gonna finish this and then we’ll be back with more bestie activities!”

as soon as you say 'friend' again hamzah leaves the frame to chuckle through the amount of food in his mouth.

“right, best friend?” you urge some more

he swallows and pettily glances from side to side, “where's the best friend at???”

“okay he’s trippin’ but we’ll be back”

you're both in your bathroom now, hamzah reads over the packaging of two sheet face masks while you pull your hair away from your face with a fuzzy cat-eared headband.

"'kay, now we're gonna do these face masks together, because hamzah’s such a good friend!” you hold and rub his arm.

he puffs his lips and closes his eyes in defeat while shaking his head, “stop,” he looks down at you, noticing your headband, “that’s cute,” he flicks one of the cat ears on your headband.

“you look like one of those get ready with me girls; you'd be like,” he mockingly pretends to push his hair back, “‘get ready with me to lie on the internet!’”

you laugh with him and add to the joke as well, "get ready with me to kill my boy-friend! my friend!" your eyes widen and you try hide the embarrassment.

hamzah quite literally points and laughs, "look at you! even you know you're a damn lie! girl, get outta here!"

cuts to a clip where it’s just hamzah talking to your phone as he shifts the mask around on his face, “i don’t even know if i’m doin’ this right, bruh.” he looks into the camera, “oh hell nah, i look crazy!”

“it feels so weird…” he taps at the slick, cold mask some more before coming close to the camera again, “guys im having a fucking identity crisis. why’s my girlfriend gaslighting me right now?"

“like, i didn’t even know that girls knew how to do that…comment down below right now and give me tips on how to understand women.”

“okay i found one, look how cute!” you’re back and holding another fuzzy headband with a bow in the middle.

hamzah laughs, “i love you, but im not wearing that.”

in the next clip of course he’s wearing it, “aw don't we look so cute?”

finally cuts to a clip of you later that night throwing yourself next to him in bed and flipping the camera to record him as he plays candy crush, curled under the comforter. “hi babbyyyyy! i was joking about the friend thing i know you’re my boyfriend.”

“i know you know i’m your boyfriend,” he distractedly mumbles, laying on his side while continuing to move his thumb around his phone screen.

you flip the camera once more as you wrap an arm around him and squish your face on top of his hooded head. he looks into the camera and smirks to himself when he sees your sweet face.

he sticks his tongue out obnoxiously, yells “goodnight vlog!!!” and covers your phone's camera with his hand forcing a loud cackle out of you.

#hamzahthefantastic x reader #hamzah x y/n #hamzahthefantastic #maybankfr

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maybankfr · 15 days

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OH MY DAYSSS

it’s finally here!!! this is my first ever fic, it’s kinda short but i hope you guys enjoy xx

✩ ROAD TRIP - hamzahthefantastic x reader (nsfw)

you and your boyfriends spontaneous road trip to escape toronto ends up in disaster.

….

you close the trunk of your car and let out a loud sigh.

“can we please get something to eat before we leave? im starving..”

hamzah holds up one finger and begins digging through his bag. “i have something even better”

he pulls out two breakfast burritos wrapped in foil. “i put extra hot sauce in yours” as he grins and hands it to you.

holding back a smile you grab yours, he really enjoys taking care of you and that’s what you love about him.

….

it’s been about 20 minutes since you two have been on the road, hamzah mentioned stopping at a gas station before getting any farther to fill up and get some snacks for later.

“how many monsters should i grab?” you ask him as he’s filling the tank of the car

“just two for now” he says as hes watching the price slowly go up on the pump, “the pink ones pretty please”

“yeah, yeah i know!” you wave as you walk away from him and towards the entrance

hamzah directs his attention towards you, taking you in from the behind. even thought you were wearing sweats he could care less. it had been weeks since the two of you got to spend time together because of how crazy work was getting for the both of you. he brought up going on a trip the night before when you two were getting ready for bed.

….

“let’s go do something babe” you barely makeout as you hear him brushing his teeth in the bathroom a door down from your bedroom

“like what? there’s not much to do around here besides bar hopping” you say as you pull over the thick quilt making yourself comfortable in bed

“i mean really go somewhere, get out of toronto for a bit, just you and me” he says leaning against the door frame of your bedroom smiling

….

the entrance to the gas station rings as hamzah walks in, you’ve been scanning the snack aisle for a few minutes now, not noticing he had entered.

he glances over at you only to find you occupied choosing between hot fries or regular cheetos

he then walks up to the cashier pointing at the boxes behind him, “can i just get a pack of those please.” he says as quiet as possible.

the cashier grabs the golden package with a trojan symbol on the side and sets it on the counter, “anything else?” he asked in a monotone voice, “no that should be it.”

after finally deciding on hot fries, you begin to walk over to the counter where hamzah is standing

“wait, and just these three things as well” you say as you set your drinks and snacks onto the counter.

hamzah was able to quickly hide the box in his pocket before you could notice, not realizing you can see the already scanned items on the card reader screen.

‘Trojan Ultra Thin Condoms 12 Pck’

you chose to ignore it, but it made your stomach flip.

both you and hamzah have had your fair share of relationships in the past and have experienced enough sexually. the farthest you’ve gotten with him was either giving or receiving head, or him slipping his fingers into your panties every once in a while if he was feeling bold. not once have you had sex.

“that’ll be 15.65”

hamzah puts in his card and tries to play it cool, fully thinking he had gotten away with keeping this purchase a secret from you. what is this boy planning?

once you two both made it back into the car, you practically had to beg hamzah for the aux

“my playlist is literally fire what are you talking about!”

“im just saying i have the best music taste in this relationship so i should be on aux” hamzah blurts as he’s scrolling through his spotify

you grab his phone mid scroll and he stares at you in shock

“who says i don’t have good music taste?” you grin as you press play on one of your playlists after you had lurked through his following

brent faiyaz, frank ocean, and the weeknd were the three that played the most in the span of 4 hours.

hamzah steadily fixed onto the road ahead of him didn’t notice you had fallen asleep.

….

“hey, wake up” you hear your boyfriend say as he gently shakes you awake

“hmm?”

you rub your eyes and finally focus on hamzahs face, he looks worried.

“how long was i out for?” you say as you look through the window. it’s dusk already and the car is fully parked on the side of the road.

“hamzah what’s going on?”

“i have no idea but my car is all fucked up and it wont start now,” he says in a concerned tone “i heard a funny noise coming from the engine so i decided to pull over to check it out and..” he looked around the car for an answer, “im so sorry babe.”

you put your hand over his, “this isn’t your fault at all” you say as you begin to caress the back of it.

hamzah turns to meet your eyes, then gazes down quickly at your lips.

he clears his throat, “uhm- maybe i should call triple a..”

you noticed how nervous he was getting, so you decided to cut right to the chase.

“so what about the condoms?”

hamzah looks at you shocked, “shit, you saw that?” he scratches the back of his head “god that’s hella embarrassing..”

“extremely far from embarrassing actually” you say slowly as you trail up his arm and begin massaging his bicep.

jesus christ he is buff.

hamzah looks to you for reassurance “are you sure?”

“positive.”

you trail down to his chest, you tug at the bottom of his sweatshirt he’s wearing and he pulls it off almost immediately.

“impatient much?” you smirk

he scoffs at you and then leans in for a kiss. starting off innocently, quickly began turning into sloppy and wet kisses trailing down your neck

“hamzah-“

“mm?” you felt him say as he continued kissing, his hot breath against your skin turning you on alone

“lets move to the back”

….

his large hands grip the sides of your face as he pulls you in for more. at this point, your straddling his lap in the backseat. you can feel how hard he is already and you let out a slight whine “i need you” you gasp in between kisses “please.”

you didn’t have to tell him twice. he quickly pulls off your sweatshirt and slides of your sweatpants.

he slides your panties to side and slips two fingers in almost immediately. the only thing is he keep his eyes locked onto your face, his mouth slowing agape getting turned on just from the way you squirm from his touch.

you almost reach your orgasm, practically moving into his fingers. hamzah chuckles as he quickly pulls out.

“what the hell?”

“i’m not done with you just yet”

….

at this point your laying on the backseats, completely naked, as you watch hamzah strip off his pants.

he leans over to the glove box and grabs the pack of condoms, slowly rolling one on. you watch with anticipation, hamzah then looks up at you “and your the one calling me impatient.”

he lines himself up with your entrance, lightly grazing a thumb over your clit making your hips jerk

he starts off slow as you begin to get used to his size, your walls stretching around him. he leans over you and begins trailing kisses down your neck, leaving a few marks here and there. as his pace begins to speed you hear his groans get louder.

“shit.” you hear him mutter into the side of your neck

hamzah was never too crazy with dirty talk, but he was extremely vocal when he felt good.

the groans slowly falling into moans and load whimpers, you could tell he was close. he had been going so fast at this point every thrust began feeling deeper and deeper.

“holy fuck-“ you were almost at the edge and so was hamzah. you felt your hips buck at the final thrust, you him watched as he slowly rode out his high as he held your waist.

he leaned in for a soft kiss after you two had settled, “how long have you been waiting to do that?” you ask looking up at him seeing how his curls perfectly framed his face

“you have no idea.”

#hamzahthefantastic #hamzah x reader #maybankfr #im screaming

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maybankfr · 21 days

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IM SCREAMINGGG WHAT WAS THAT.

#hamzahthefantastic #hamzah #thatmartinkid #slushy noobz #slushy noobz virus

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maybankfr · 22 days

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oh my days i love this

selfish

hamzahthefantastic x model!reader

summary: On the day of your big Calvin Klein shoot, your enthusiastic and supportive boyfriend, Hamzah, decides to tag along and watch you work in your prime. But as the day goes on, he finds that he's having to share you more than he was prepared for. With the amount of attention you're getting, he's starting to wonder if he should be worried about losing you. Spoiler alert: he shouldn't.

warnings/notes: angst, hurt/comfort, 18+!! No smut but this is X RATED, jealous!insecure! protective!hamzah, he's a little mean at first but he comes around, some slight mentions of sexualization of reader, men r nasty, reader is a baddie, heavy on the words of affirmation and physical touch here!!

wc: 3.4k (I was able to shorten it :P)

ugh I’m so mad first time I posted this it got shadowbanned, I hope this one goes through🤞🤞 nvm I’m still shadowbanned, reblogs are sincerely appreciated😭❤️❤️

You crawled out of bed this morning with a funny feeling stirring in your torso. Like the jittering wings of a hummingbird, fluttering against your ribcage relentlessly, it only grows faster as you stare yourself down in your bathroom mirror.

As you toy with your hair, hoping you won’t have to do much to tame it after a rough night of tossing and turning restlessly, a pair of thick arms snake around your waist and you catch a mop of curly bed-head in the mirror.

Speaking of sleepless nights.

It’s early, 3 hours too early for Hamzah at a cold 6:42 AM. It’s still dark out; who the hell wakes up before the sun does?

He hides his face in your neck, partially to shield his eyes from the blinding white of your bathroom lights.

His voice rumbles low against your skin. “You kept me up all night. Y’know that?”

“I know. I’m sorry, Hamzah. I literally couldn’t close my eyes for more than a minute at a time.” You sigh and turn in his arms, and your hands fall to his pecs. “I’ve got that shoot for Calvin Klein at 10 today. It’s all I can think about.”

Of course, how could it have slipped his mind?

You spent all week preparing for your shoot, splurging on cosmetic treatments and facials and a full-body waxing that had you whining any time Hamzah tried to touch your legs. How could he have forgotten taking you to get your nails done and being traumatized at the price, because holy shit why was it so expensive? He paid anyways, of course, but didn’t argue when you offered to cover dinner.

His sleepy eyes grow wide. “Whoa whoa whoa. That’s today?”

You nod, attempting and failing to suppress your smile. He hops, hands gripping your shoulders. “That’s today! Can I come? Please, can I come? You gotta let me come.”

You laugh at the gleam in his eyes. Since the day he found out that you model, Hamzah hasn’t stopped asking to tag along for a shoot. So far, it’s only been strict no’s from Kevin, your manager. ‘Absolutely not,’ Kevin would say. ‘He will be fine without you for a few hours.’

Your smile falls as disappointment sinks your heart. “Hamzah, I don’t know. They might not allow you on the set. I just- I don’t know how it works there, and you know how Kevin is.”

This is your most important shoot to date, and as impossible as it sounds, it must go perfectly. There’s no other option if you want to make it as a model, because if you blow a CK shoot at this point in your career, you might as well kiss your management and everything that comes with it goodbye. But you can’t deny that it would be your dream to have your boyfriend there with you, and just the idea eases your nerves like cold water on a bonfire.

He grips your cheeks, pulling you so close that your foreheads touch. He stares intensely into your eyes, and you’re given the chance to notice how blown out his pupils are. “Please, baby. You can convince Kevin, can’t you? Tell him that I’ll be good. It’ll be like I’m not even there. You know I can be quiet.”

“Oh my god, Hamzah. You look crazy.” You laugh, but your abdomen twists with fire at the whine of his tone. The way he sounds, he could be on his knees at your feet right now. You shake the image from your mind.

Not now.

His lips pull into a sweet, knowing grin before he tilts his chin forward just a bit, enough to connect your lips. He pulls back after a moment. “I’m about to go crazy if I can’t come with you. Please?”

He watches your shoulders relax, your eyes lingering on his lips. Checkmate.

“Well…I guess it wouldn’t hurt to call and ask?”

He’s stupidly smug as he pulls you into his chest in a tight embrace, rocking you back and forth. “Mhm. Thaaat’s right. Works like a charm.”

• • •

“Wait, why am I kinda nervous? I’m not even a part of this but I’m nervous.”

You pull Hamzah by his hand closer to the skyscraper-esque building that reads Brooks in big bold letters atop the front entrance.

“You’re nervous? Hamzah, I’m about to pass out. This is freakin’ Calvin Klein.”

“I know. Your hands are really sweaty right now.”

You laugh, pulling your hand away and wiping it on your jeans. “Sorry.”

“No,” Hamzah reaches for your hand again, locking his fingers with yours. “I don’t care.”

You enter the building, taking in the elegance of the modern decor in the lobby.

There are workers at the front desk and some who stand and talk quietly or sit in the grey chairs and read magazines, some who look like they may be waiting to be called up onto one of the higher floors. You consider approaching the front desk and asking for directions to Studio 12.

“I don’t think we should touch anything in here. Everything’s so shiny, like I’d be scared to leave fingerprints anywhere.” Hamzah leans into you and whispers.

“Yeah. And you would definitely break something.” You grin. His face pulls back in offense and your body betrays you as a loud laugh expels from your throat without your permission. The hall goes silent, eyes turning to you and Hamzah.

Hamzah covers your mouth quickly, though a giggle still escapes through his embarrassed smile as he shushes you. The audacity!

Through your peripheral, you watch a furrow-browed Kevin rush to your side. You take in his appearance and realize just how frazzled he looks. Short icy blonde hair, usually neatly gelled and combed over now tussled and falling over his sweaty forehead in strands. You’ve never known Kevin outside of a crisp suit and tie, but today he forgoes the jacket.

“There you are! Will you idiots stop causing such a scene? Come. You’ve just made it on time, any later and your shoot would have been canceled.” He speaks through grinding teeth.

He rushes to the elevator, leaving you and your boyfriend to speed-walk to catch up.

“Always good seeing you, Kevin.” Hamzah mumbles.

Kevin tries his best at a pep-talk on your way up to the studio, though it really just comes off as nervous babbling. You think he might actually be a little more anxious than you, but you can’t blame him. As his most promising model, he’s just set his livelihood on your shoulders right now. No pressure.

You meet your photographer and then are dragged to hair and makeup, forced to leave Hamzah standing awkwardly in the middle of a room he’s not supposed to be in. He counts at least 11 people in the room with him currently, but they’re coming and going as everyone prepares for the shoot.

Kevin approaches Hamzah, laying a firm grip on his shoulder. “It was really sweet of you to be here for her. I know she’s sweating bullets right now.”

Hamzah laughs. “Oh, you should’ve felt her sweaty ass hands, man. She’s really nervous, but I think she’s more excited than anything.”

“She better be. I told the whole team to come watch and now everyone’s excited because she really knows how to put on a show.”

A show? Just how many people are going to be here to watch you model? Maybe it’s not such a weird thing to say in this industry, so Hamzah tries not to overthink it.

“Go sit on that couch. You’ll have a good view from there. Oh- and don’t touch anything, you hear me?”

Hamzah’s lips pull into a straight line. “Got it. Thanks, Kev.”

“Do not call me that.”

“Sorry.”

Hamzah plops onto a couch at the side of the room, hopefully hidden from any judgemental eyes that may linger, or worse, ask what the hell he’s doing here. As he fidgets with the fabric of the couch, his ears pick up on a conversation happening near him between the photographer and one of the light directors.

“Oh, she’s just stunning. Just wait until you see her in the underwear. That’ll be the first half, then we’ll put her in the jeans and have her pose on the chair. She is perfect for this shoot.”

Hamzah tries to hide his grin, biting his bottom lip and looking down at his lap. Pride fills his chest.

Yeah, that’s my girlfriend. He wants to boast, but keeps to himself for your sake.

A symphony of gasps, followed by ‘awes’ and ‘oohs’ fill the room, so Hamzah stands, ducking around the heads in front of him to see what the commotion is about. And then he spots it. You.

You’re being guided to the center of the set, clad in a set of black and white Calvin Klein underwear that fit you like heaven. Your hair is the softest it’s ever looked, your makeup light and flattering to your already perfect little face. You must be magnetic, the way Hamzah’s body begs him to sprint at you and get his hands on you. He can’t, though, because it would interfere with the shoot.

This stupid fucking shoot. Fuck every other person in this room. Hamzah bites his cheek. It’s torture, and he’s never wished so badly that it were just you and him alone.

You’re looking around, like you’re trying to find him. Hamzah clears his throat loudly, catching your eyes. Your face lights up, and it’s not just because the lights are pointing at you now. Hamzah smiles at you sweetly with two thumbs up, and it gives you all of the courage you need.

You take a deep breath, looking around. Suddenly, adrenaline fills your veins, and you’ve got no other choice than to be the best everyone in this room has ever seen. Not that you care so much about them.

You’re gonna make Hamzah sweat.

“Roll the music!” Your photographer shouts.

The first song to play over the room’s speaker system is Love on the Brain by Rihanna and immediately Hamzah knows he’s screwed. He pulls his T-shirt a little lower over his pants.

He watches you pose, mouth falling open involuntarily. He only notices after his mouth goes dry, swallowing in an attempt to save his throat.

You’re so gorgeous, and it’s obvious that everyone around him thinks so, too. He has to, begrudgingly, peel his eyes from your form to glance around the room. He watches the others take you in, some talking amongst themselves, making comments about you.

“Oh yeah, she’s going on the cover.”

“Those eyes. Goddamn.”

“I know. Look at how she looks at the camera. Wish my wife looked at me like that.”

Oh.

“Your wife? Looking at you like that?” The other man replies. “Sure, buddy. In your dreams. This girls got somethin’ special. She’s like a tigress,” he lowers his voice, leaning into the other man and bit. “Wouldn’t mind if she pounced on me.”

Okay. Hamzah really didn’t like that one.

And now that Hamzah’s tuned in, it seems all the men in the room are drooling over you in a way that can’t be the ‘industry norm’. Surely not. Hamzah swears the man next to him is moaning every time you strike a new pose and it’s starting to get on his nerves.

Hamzah sets his eyes back on you, trying his best to ignore the conversations happening around him. Trying his best to catch his tongue so he doesn’t mess things up for you. Who knows how powerful these men are? Hamzah can’t do much about what they say without sacrificing this opportunity for you, but he will make no promises to keep his hands to himself if they try anything with you.

The rest of the shoot passes, not without a few low whistles and…unprofessional thoughts from Hamzah. At some point he had to sit himself back on that couch and hold a pillow over his lap. Not that it did anything to ease the growing flame in his abdomen.

Watching you today has quite literally altered Hamzah’s brain chemistry, and he just can’t wait to get you home. Away from prying eyes, away from these dirty men, away from the fucking headache that is Kevin and all of his comments about how you’re going to be plastered on every billboard in Hollywood.

Hamzah’s so proud of you, of course he’s so proud of you, and he can’t wait to brag about you. But at this moment? He needs to have you to himself. He doesn’t want to give one more thought to the idea of the whole world seeing you in CK underwear. Not right now.

You get dressed and gather your things, saying goodbye and thanking those who you got to work with. You find Hamzah almost immediately and greet him with a tight hug. He returns it, though he feels more stiff than usual. (No pun intended.)

“What did you think?” You ask, peering up at him with eyes that are only making his situation worse.

He’s looking around, and it seems like he may be avoiding eye contact. “I- I just, I don’t know. Can we go now?”

Fuck. That came off wrong. Hamzah sucks in a breath. He’s panicking, everyone’s looking. They want to talk to you, they want to steal you from him.

“What?” Your face drops.

“Wait, no- that’s not-“

Multiple men are coming up to you, getting too close, handing you business cards and phone numbers and emails and putting their hands on you like they know you, and Hamzah thinks he might just explode. He takes a deep breath in an attempt to regulate, until the man he overheard calling you a ‘tigress’ earlier approaches you. Immediately Hamzah stands a little taller, subtly stepping slightly to the front of you as to put a some sort of barrier between you and him.

“Hi, excuse me.” The man attempts to push past Hamzah, but Hamzah steps in front of him again.

“No. That’s okay. We’ll be leaving now, thanks.” Hamzah shoots him a tight-lipped smile before laying a hand on the small of your back and ushering you to the elevator. You wave apologetically at the man before stumbling into the elevator with your boyfriend.

“What the hell was that?” You can’t hide the anger in your tone.

Hamzah sighs, closing his eyes and throwing his head back against the elevator wall. “I need a minute. Can we talk about this when we get home?”

You don’t respond. It’s shock, you think. This is not at all how you thought this day would go.

The car ride is painfully silent most of the way, save for your favorite playlist lulling softly from the car speakers.

You’re not sure what Hamzah’s problem is, but you’re worried you’ve done something to piss him off. Is he going to break up with you? Was he embarrassed by your performance at the photo shoot? You thought you did a good job, but maybe you didn’t do as well as you had hoped. In that case, you might just open the car door and hop out onto the highway.

It’s painfully silent until the familiar ticking rhythm of Hamzah’s song with Martin, Pop!, begins to play.

“Pop, soda, butter, swish-“

You snort, immediately covering your mouth in an attempt to muffle any noise. You’re almost worried it would only piss Hamzah off further, but surprisingly, he cracks, the corner on his mouth twitching subtly. He fights it though, trying to surpress his amusement in a downward, embarrassed looking smile.

“Whyyy is this in your playlist?” He briefly turns to look at you and you catch the sheepish smile creeping onto his lips.

You shrug. “Good music is good music.”

He nods, no longer attempting to hide his grin. “It’s alright, I guess. My verse is your favorite, right?”

You squint at him. “Hmm, I don’t know. Martin kind of ate.”

“What?!” He whips his head at you and you laugh loudly, reminding him to keep his eyes on the road.

“Take it back.” He nearly whines.

You stroke your chin, pretending to weigh your options. “I’ll take it back if you tell me why you’re mad at me.”

His head whips at you again, only this time it’s softer, and his lips are adorned with a genuine frown.

“What? Why would you think I’m mad at you?”

Hamzah finally pulls into the parking lot of your apartment complex, putting his car into park.

“What do you mean? How could I not think that? When I asked what you thought of my photo shoot, you, like, totally avoided the question and then asked if we could go.”

His brows furrow together, like he’s putting the pieces together from your perspective. He was panicking and so pissed off, not at you but at the others who were making comments, he didn’t even realize he was mistreating you.

“And then you fucking- you completely ripped me away from that guy who was only trying to give me his business card. He could’ve been really important!” You play with your fingers, a nervous habit of yours that Hamzah’s picked up on. “You looked so upset, I just figured I must’ve done something to make you mad.”

Oh, he fucked up.

His eyes squeeze shut, a breath escaping his nose. He shakes his head, getting out of the car and walking around to your side. He opens your door, leaning over you to unbuckle your seatbelt.

He grabs your wrists, pulling you gently from the car. You let him. He shuts the door behind you and you cross your arms, leaning against it and looking up at him with stern eyes.

The sky is turning pink behind him and it’s making it difficult to stay mad at him. You blink with raised brows, waiting patiently for his explanation.

“I’m not mad at you, baby. Like, not even a little bit.” He unfolds your arms by grabbing your hand, rubbing his thumb along the back of it. “And I’m really, really sorry. I was being so dismissive and I didn’t even realize it.”

“Yeah. You were. It hurt, Hamzah. I thought you would like the photo shoot. I tried so hard, for you.”

His eyebrows scrunch together, and his hands reach for your shoulders to pull you into a hug. He’s so warm and big around you, so you allow him to hold you. “Babe- oh my god, are you kidding? I- I’m seriously in awe of you. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I’m hiding a boner right now.”

You throw your head back with a laugh, before attempting to sneak a glance.

“Don’t freakin’ look!”

His laughter quiets, and he pulls back. He’s looking at you like he’s got something else on his mind. “Um, can I be honest, though?”

Your smile turns soft, and you nod. “Always.”

“I-I don’t know, it’s not an excuse, but I just wasn’t expecting so many people to be trying to steal you from me. Like everyyybody was looking at you. It was crazy.”

“They were?”

“Yeah, of course they were. You’re so beautiful. And, actually, the last guy that tried to talk to you- I heard him making really weird comments about you. Like, really weird. Talking about some, ‘I’d let her pounce on me’ or some shit. It was gross. I just didn’t want to let him near you. I promise I wasn’t trying to, you know, get in the way of your work or anything.”

“Oh, whoa…I’m sorry, Hamzah. I-I had no idea all of that was happening, I guess I’m so used to it that I stopped noticing the stares and the advances. And, anyways, I was just so focused on what you were thinking. That’s all I cared about.”

He shakes his head, gripping your hands a little tighter. “No, don’t apologize. Seriously. I’m sorry. It’s not your fault and I should’ve communicated earlier instead of taking it out on you.”

“It’s okay, I’m glad we talked it out.”

There’s a slight pause, a moment where you’re only looking at one another.

You swipe your tongue over your lips. “Y’know I’m yours, right? Did you know I was thinking of you the whole time?”

Hamzah’s stomach does the thing it does every time you flirt with him.

“Nooo,” he laughs bashfully. “I didn’t know that. You were really thinking about me?”

“Yeah.” Your soft grin suddenly turns mischievous, and it catches Hamzah off guard a little. “You wanna know another secret?”

He squints at you, smirk tugging at his own lips. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything. They…they let me keep the underwear set.”

Hamzah’s breath catches in his throat, so he swallows. “Oh. Where is it?”

“I’m wearing it.”

He grabs your wrist, pulling his keys from his pocket and clicking the car locked. “Inside, now.”

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