💖 Hamood Habibi takes Reader to the Café [HAMOOD HABIBI x READER] 💖

Chapter 5 | Walking Home

Oh my goodness! You felt his lips pressed against yours. Instead of immediately taking yours against his, you, like what you did in the scenario where you held hands, waited for him to let go. You both didn't let go. His lips were warm, they felt good. You both mutually let go, your cheeks hot. He kept that stern look on his face, but indicated that he loved you. "Uwaah~!! I-I...!" you say, too lost in love to speak. "Hamood." he said, you being able to tell that he was almost in the same state. "I'll just take it to-go, l-let's go over to my place!". What would you have said? People might've seen the both of you kiss! You knew you had to get out of that place quickly. "Hamood." he said in agreement. Hamood, like a gentleman, pays for the food. After a kind goodbye from the waiter, you leave.
Hamood offered to walk you home. "My house is pretty far away, are you sure you want to walk me home?" you replied, secretly hoping he'd insist. Luckily, he did, so you both walked together. The sun would slowly fall, the sky turning dark. Nighttime sets, Hamood letting you hold his hand. His hand was warm, it comforted your entire body with just that touch. You both arrive to your place. "You can..." you took a deep breath before saying it. "Stay over... if you want." you avoided looking at him, your cold face getting hot from the blushing. "Hamood." he says, you leading him into your home. "Sorry if it's a little messy." your parents were a bit of a minimalist, so it wasn't much decoration or furniture. You had a few potted plants, but that's basically it. He didn't seem to mind. You placed the spaghetti down on the kitchen counter.
"Y'know, microwaved food isn't that bad." you said, trying to start up a conversation. "You just have to get used to it." He didn't reply, making you a bit upset. You hoped that kiss didn't ruin things between the both of you. "Why don't we go to my room? My parents aren't home! N-NOT T-THAT- You know... I don't- yeah..." you tried making an offer, but realized the implications. "Hamood." he said, completely unbothered. The masculinity, the maturity, everything about his personality was so perfect that you couldn't help but have those lewd thoughts. He was even an atheist! Was he a dominant in bed? No, don't think about that! You both go upstairs to your room, which wasn't as simplistic or plain as the other rooms, but it wasn't crowded either. Plushes, mainly Pokémon ones, lined your bed. "Sorry, I look like a huge nerd when I show people my room." you said with a nervous chuckle. "Hamood" he said. Does he secretly think you're cute? You both sat down on the bed, talking a lot. You both seemed to be enjoying yourselves, laughing and joking around. It's all fun and childish until you bring up the fact that you thought the initial request to go to your room was for sexual purposes. "Y'know, I thought that me asking you to go to my room while my parents weren't around was a bit sexual!" You chuckled, but he remained silent. Oh no, did I make him uncomfortable?! Does he want to leave now? "J-Just forge-" you tried to excuse the statement, but you were cut off when he pinned you to the bed. "Hamood." he confessed. There's no way this could be happening. He leans in closer and reaches out his hand, and you nervously start to quiver. His arm is pulled back up to reveal that he's holding a remote now. He turns on your TV, and you both start watching a show. He asks you what show you would like to watch, how considerate. It makes you flustered at the thought that he would care about your entertainment that much. You respond that you want to watch Twilight with him, so he puts it on. The rest of the night didn't feel long as you both watched Twilight together in complete silence, was this really happening? You lean against him, your head on his shoulder, and hold is hand as they gently rub together, his palm giving yours a warmth that could only come out of a boy that you loved this much. "Hamood," is his final sentence before you both drift into sleep together, cuddling in the comfort of your bed. Now your sheets smell like him, but that wasn't a bad thing for you.