𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗦𝗘 & 𝗛𝗔𝗠𝗭𝗔𝗛 𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦

𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿˙[𝗵𝗮𝗺𝘇𝗮𝗵]

your phone is propped up against the bedroom vanity, the front-facing camera capturing you posing in the few pieces a small fashion company sent you.

"y/n! where are you?"

you hear hamzah's voice gradually growing louder as he walks down the hallway. you try to ignore him, not wanting to disrupt the flow of your video, but a moment later the door opens and your boyfriend walks in.

he pauses in the doorway, and you glance over to look at him. the slightly annoyed expression on your face at being interrupted after thinking you filmed the perfect video melts away as you take your boyfriend in; eyes wide, and his expression of desire.

he'd been at the gym, his curls loose and damp from the shower.

"holy shit," he growls, hamzah stalks towards you, "you look amazing."

his hands catch at your waist as he walks you back, your body brushing up against the bed. he sits you down and you find your legs parting to let him in closer, inhaling his deep scent.

"thank you," you whisper.

hamzah presses his forehead to yours, nose nudging up against yours. "c'mere," he murmurs, then follows his words with his lips.

you moan as he kisses you, mouth needy and hot. hamzah doesn't tease you— he jumps straight in, his tongue slipping into your open mouth without hesitation.

at your sides, his hands are roaming freely across your body, grabbing at your hips, your back, your ass, pulling you closer with rough movements.

he deepens it without encouragement, your mouth starting to ache in the best way. his time from the gym channels him to lessen his frustration into you, and you don't mind it.

it's hot— he's desperate, pressing you further against the bed, grabbing at you and worshipping each part of you with his eager hands and his teasing lips.

when he pulls away to breathe, hamzah's mouth falls into the crook of your neck. gasping softly for breath, you let your hands fall in his curls, fingers delicately twirling around some of his strands as he pants against your skin.

"i love kissing you." he admits, words vibrating against your neck.

before you can respond, you hear your phone vibrate and you remember it's presence. you get up to reach over to it and end the recording. the video starts to play and you skip through until hamzah comes in the room, giggling slightly as you realize it captured everything.

"send me that," he begs, "that's hot."

he sneaks up behind you to wrap his arms around you. you roll your eyes as you do what he asked, then run your hands through his hair, "such a narcissist." you tease.

"no," he whines, "i just enjoy admiring my gorgeous girlfriend. and maybe we should record ourselves doing other things too." he suggests, earning a smile.