Need Them Both Ngl

need them both ngl

Good Morning

⤷ A Hamzah Smut

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⤷ In the midst of a camping trip, Hamzah and Y/N are stuck sharing a tent and a mattress. Where Hamzah's morning wood gets the best of him

⤷ Hamzah x y/n, one bed trope, smut, rough, somnophilia??

⤷ 3.9k words

The camping trip between you, Hamzah, Martin, and Mandy was going just as planned. Hiking for almost the entire day to your campsite, it was starting to get late.

You were exhausted and looking forward to climbing on your matress and going to sleep. Martin and Mandy looked like they were getting the worst of it, both looking like they could pass out any second.

Dropping all of your bags onto the dirt of the campsite floor, you groaned, feeling relieved by the stress coming off of your back.

Everyone did the same, sitting on top of them to take a break.

"Holy fuck you guys, that was the worst experience of my life" Mandy huffed, stretching her arms and shoulders out.

"You know what, it's good for the soul, and probably our health" Martin chimmed in

"Screw your soul Martin, I'm fucking tired," Hamzah butted in, "I didn't realize it was gonna be so far away"

You laughed at Hamzahs exclamation, nodding along.

You only recently started hanging out with the three of them. You knew Mandy from work and after a crazy shift you went back to her house for a class of wine.

Martin and Hamzah were hanging out that same night, allowing you to meet all of them. You guys really all hit it off together and have been friends for about a month now, Martin regularly asking Mandy if you could come over after work.

You and Hamzah weren't too close, you could comfortably talk and be on your own together without any awkwardness, but you guys didn't have the same closeness as you did with Mandy or Martin.

You enjoyed your time you got to spend with all of them though, and you all got along well enough to go on a camping trip together while you all took a break from work.

Camping together was a fun idea, and you knew you were gonna enjoy the time you guys would spend together, even if that meant carrying around heavy backpacks for hours.

Everyone was hungry, but you all agreed you were too tired to start a fire and cook something. Mandy dug out granolabars and bags of dried fruit from the backpack sitting next to her, giving everyone something to eat before you had to deal with the tents.

Scarfing the food down, you all had to build the tents. You and Mandy would share while Martin and Hamzah would share, having two small mattresses in each tent.

None of you really knew how to set up a tent so it really became a four person job. The four of you argued about directions and how the tent would get set up, evantually figuring it out. You opened one of the boxes from the mattresses and noticed instead of there being two small ones in each mattress, there was only one big one.

"Aw man Martin, you bought a full sized matress, not two small ones" You whined, glarring at Martin.

"Bruh you're kidding" He argued, looking through the boxes, "Well shoot, I guess we have to cuddle Hamzah"

"Oh great" Hamzah hummed sarcastically.

You weren't too annoyed, knowing you and Mandy were too tired to really care. The two of you have experianced enough at work to be bothered by having to sleep close to each other.

Mandy helped Martin move his stuff into his tent before blowing up the mattress. You and Hamzah watched for a minute before moving on, "Here, I'll help set up you and Mandy's tent"

The two of you started on the second tent, building it a bit easier now that both of you knew what to do. You dug around for the second mattess box, this one also being a single full sized matress.

You brought it into the tent and used the pump it came with to blow it up. Hamzah grabbing your bags and bringing it into your tent.

"How's is looking?" He asked

"So far, so go" You smiled, "I don't know what those two are going but we could probably get your bags in your tent and Mandy's in here"

Hamzah nodded as you went over by the pile of bags and helped cary Hamzahs to his tent. As he unziped the tent he noticed Martin and Mandy passed out on the mattress like a couple of starfish.

"Martin, Mandy, wake up" He said, jiggling the air mattress with his foot. "Bro they fell asleep, what the hell"

You groaned and threw your head back, wishing Mandy would wake up so you two could go back to your tent and sleep.

After Hamzahs multiple attempts at waking them up, they stayed knocked out, "Who even falls asleep that fast"

"They could have at least helped put stuff away" You chuckled.

You climbed out of the tent before realizing the situation, "So now what?"

Hamzah thought for a second, "I don't really know, Mandy won't wake up and I'm supposed to sleep in there with Martin"

You hummed in thought, trying to figure out another plan.

"I can always sleep in the hammock" Hamzah suggested, "Can't be that bad"

You shook your head, knowing that wouldn't end well. "You'd get eaten alive, either the bugs or the bears would get to you"

Hamzah bit the side of his lip, trying to come up with something.

"Alright, well, you can just share me and Mandys mattress, it's not the end of the world I guess" You admitted

Hamzah seemed a little unsure, shaking his head, "I don't know, that's kinda odd, no?"

You shrugged your shoulders, "Well yeah, but that's kind of the only option at the moment"

He nodded before finally agreeing to share your tent, dragging his bags in there while you took Mandys into Martins tent.

You sat on the end of the mattress, while Hamzah climbed in and zipped it shut. You rubbed your eyes as Hamzah sat next to you and huffed. He layed his back down against the mattress before sighing.

"I'm so tired man" he yawned, "I gotta go to sleep"

You nodded along, yawning after him.

The two of you changed into more comfortable clothes, facing away from each other in seperate corners.

It was hot out, and even more hot in the tent. You were planning on just wearing a tank and underwear since you would have been with Mandy. And Hamzah was planning on just wearing his underwear as he was suppposed to be with Martin.

Neither of you knew the other person was in the same dilemma, both thinking about what to wear. It would have been one thing if you were on seperate mattresses, but now that you're sharing the same one, your outfit choice had to be more appropriate.

Digging through your clothes, you found a white tanktop and grey sweat shorts. Hamzah himself found sweatpants and a black wifebeater for a shirt.

You flopped yourself onto the mattress as you and Hamzah were both done changing. Grabbing a pillow and a blanket before cozying up.

You didn't exactly need the blanket, but you felt the need to cover up as you could somewhat see your nipples through the white tank. You weren't exactly worried though, Hamzah never gave off weird vibes to you that made you want to shield yourself. But in this situation, you felt it would be a good idea.

Hamzah grabbed his own pillow and blanket, plopping the pillow next to your head and the blanket in between you and where he was going to sleep.

It seemed he was in the same situation, he felt it would be more comfortable for the both of you to have something to seperate the two of you since you've never been this close before.

Hamzah flopped onto the mattress, causing you to whine as it bounced you around, "Hamzah go to bed." He chuckled a little before laying on his side, facing away from you.

It was a rough night, you could hear the snores from the tent on the other side of the campsite, it was extremly hot, and Hamzah kept tossing a turning, the movements making the mattress move under you. Your back was facing him and your eyes were wide open, knowing you weren't going to sleep very well regardless of how tired you were.

After another 30 minutes, the heat was starting to get to you, needing to pull down the blanket that covered your chest. It felt awfully freeing to have the fresh air on you, but you still covered your chest with your arms.

You noticed Hamzah rustling behind you in a manner that sounded like he was wide awake. You layed on your back, looking over at him as fumbled with his sweat pants. You wanted to ask if he was okay but he quickly lifted his hips and yanked off his sweatpants, leaving him in his underwear and his top.

Before he could realize you were awake you closed your eyes, and he grabbed the blanket that seperated the two of you and covered himself up, still trying to maintain some decency.

Part of you felt interested in the fact that he took off his sweatpants while the other part felt embarassed and flushed.

You tried your best to ignore it and get some sleep.

Fortunately, you were able to get some sleep in, but you woke up again to the heat about an hour later.

You opened your eyes and noticed the tent was a little brighter, rubbing your eyes to see clearer, seeing Hamzah scrolling through his camera roll on his phone.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" He whispered?

You shook your head, "No, the stupid heat did"

Hamzah nodded in agreement, "Yeah me too, I'm kind of dying over here"

"If you need to take your shirt off, I get it," You hummed, "It's getting really hot"

"Yeah, I thought about it," Hamzah nodded, "Just didn't wanna be too weird"

You simply nodded back, watching as he threw his phone down and sat up to take off his shirt.

Looking away to give him privacy, you noticed the state of yourself. You were laying on your back, you tank ridded up to your chest, your shorts looked like they were about to slide right off, you somehow kicked your blanket off completely, and your nipples were completely showing through the sheer tank.

Your face flushed as you sat up to reach your blanket and cover yourself up, mumbling a small "sorry" under your breath.

Hamzah didn't respond, laying back on his side, facing away form you, with his blanket covering his legs. You took that as him not noticing the state you had been in for who knows how long.

You stayed laying like that before you were finally exhausted enough to fall asleep completely.

That was the last time you woke up from the heat, your exhaustion finally hitting you and knocking you out for the rest of the night.

Once it was morning, you rubbed your eyes and checked your phone.

6:30am

You sighed, knowing no one else would be awake and you wouldn't be able to fall back asleep.

Turning over to get more comfortable, you saw Hamzah asleep on his back. His blanket was kicked down halfway on his thighs, one arm above his head and one on his stomach.

You felt jealous of his ability to be sleeping right know, but you were happy he was finally able to rest.

Trying no to stare at him, you looked away from him, though your eyes grazed over his lower half as you looked away.

Doing a double take, you realized Hamzah had a big issue.

He had the biggest boner you think you've ever seen in your life.

You looked away again, feeling perverted for even looking at it to begin with. You adjusted the blanket on you, and pulled it over your sholders, turning back on your side, away from Hamzah.

Your heart beated in your chest, feeling it in your throat. You shut your eyes and tried to think about something else, not knowing what to do about the morning wood situation.

After a few minutes, Hamzah rolled onto his side, this time, facing you. His arm flew over your body and you could feel his dick poking your ass, making your heart beat even faster.

He was still passed out, not noticing the position he was in.

Part of you wanted to scoot away, but a different part of you wanted to stay there.

Hamzah was an attractive guy, you knew that. He had beautiful curly hair, strong arms, an amazing smile, adn was overall very handsome. He even had a good personality, always knowing the right thing to say and what to do.

You knew he was the type of guy who could get whoever he wanted, he was good at talking to girls, and from Martins jokes, good at taking care of them too.

Even the though of Hamzah doing anything innapropriate made you bite your lip. Even though you were friends, you couldn't rationalize saying no to him if he tried to make a move on you.

How could you? He was perfect.

Pulling yourself out of this little day dream, you realized you were subtly rubbing your ass against his cock by the thought of him in an innapropriate situation.

You stopped yourself as you bit your lip, hoping he didn't wake up and think you were a total freak that was trying to give him a boner in his sleep.

Fortunately for you, he wasn't awake. He definetly was stirring in his sleep, breathing heavier, and humming a little in your ear, but he wasn't awake.

You tried so hard not to think about him innapropriatley anymore, but the thought of him fucking you kept forcing it's way into your mind.

It was strange, because you never thought about him sexually before, of course you thought he was sexy, but you never sat there and thought "I need to fuck him."

You could feel the slickness in your panties without even touching them. Squeezing your legs in attempts to supress the feeling your cunt was developing.

You slowly slipped your hand under the band of your shorts and panties, trying not to wake up Hamzah as his arm was still laying over you.

The slickness of your pussy grazed onto your fingertips as you slid them between your folds.

As your fingers bumped your clit, you let out a tiny involuntary whine. Slowly pulling them away before gently going back and rubbing your clit in circles.

Your eyes squeezed shut and you bit your lip to block any noises.

This was crazy. You were crazy.

You felt Hamzah stir in his sleep behind you, letting out a sigh before going silent again.

You thought for a second. You should stop. No. What if he likes it. But your're just friends.

Thoughts flew through your brain, no knowing what to do.

His boner was still pressed against your ass, throbbing in his restricting underwear.

Sliding your hand out of your pants, your looked over your shoulder. He was dead asleep.

Your pussy throbbed now that you saw his face, wanting so badly but to get attention from him.

You bit your lip a little before slowly rubbing your ass against his cock, waiting for him to wake up.

His arm moved, holding the side of your waist, but he still wasn't awake.

You kept your movements going before your hands made their way up to your chest, slipping under your tank and pinching your nipples. You whinned a little at your own actions as you felt Hamzah press his cock further against your ass.

You froze, not sure if he was awake or asleep.

If he was awake, then he made it clear he liked your advances, but if he was sleeping, it seemed like you weren't getting very far.

You were unsure of what to do, you wanted to look over at him but if the two of you made eyecontact you'd be so embarassed.

The only thing you could think of was continuing your movements and start grinding aginst him again.

Your hips moved slow, if he was awake he could easily believe you were doing this in your sleep.

Still moving your hips, you felt his grip tighten on your waist. You halted your movements, laying still.

Exactly then, his hand started moving your hips, making you grind against him like you were before.

That's when you knew he was awake.

And he knew you were awake when you stopped moving after his grip tightened on your waist a second before.

Neither of you said a thing, but you both grinded against each other. His cock throbbed against your ass, twitching ever so often.

His breathing grew heavy and dick grew harder.

He bit his lip once he heard you let out small breathy whines, waiting for him to give you something more.

His hand glided up and down your side, making its way under your shirt and to your tits. Hamzah softly squeezed your nipple, causing you to let out a weak whimper.

His hand then went down to the waistband of your shorts, slipping his hand in over your panties.

Hamzah let out a soft sigh when he felt the wetness of your pussy soaking through your panties.

Your arm reached behind you, placing your hand right over his cock, giving it a squeze before rubbing it over his underwear.

You could hear the breathy moan he let out and feel the precum ooze through his underwear.

Both of you wanted this, and bad.

Hamzahs hand went under your panties, feeling the pure slick of your cunt.

You pulled your hand off of him before lifting your hips and pulling down your shorts and panties, giving his hand more access.

His fingers slipped up and down your folds, massaging at them then going to your clit. Hamzah slowly rubbed your clit in circles as you let you a loud whine.

He halted his movements before quietly saying "shhhh," pressing a kiss against the back of your shoulder and continuing to circle your clit.

Even though that was the first thing he muttered to you, you couldn't be upset. You knew you needed to be quiet as Mandy and Martin were fairly close.

As Hamzah continued to rub your clit your grinded your ass against his clothed cock, causing more movement for the both of you.

You let out a whimper, one that practically sent Hamzah over the edge.

He pulled his hand off your pussy and to himself. You felt as he tugged off his own underwear, his cock slapping against your ass.

Hamzah grabbed his dick and moved it down, sliding it up and down your folds, teasing you.

You wiggled your hips a little, trying to follow your hips so the tip of his cock was against your cunt no matter where he moved it.

With his dick pressed up against your tight hold, you ever so slightly thrusted your hips backwards, the tip of his cock threatening to slip in.

That's when Hamzahs hand went back to your waist and slowly slipped his cock inside of you.

You both let out gasps as he bottomed out, both of you staying still. The tightness of your cunt squeezed him so well, causing a stretch inside you.

He was big, really big, but he fit inside of you so perfectly. The stretch was painful, but it was a good pain, the kind of pain you like.

You wiggled your hips a little, wanting him to start moving.

"Can you be quiet for me, hun?" Hamzah whispered in your ear

You eagerly nodded, whining in his confidence to make you feel good.

He slowly pulled out before thrusting back in again, moving back and forth softly and carefully.

His gentleness was kind but you wanted him to fuck you like he meant it.

You pressed your ass back against him roughly when he started pulling out again, signaling that you wanted more.

He chuckled softly against you before turning you on your stomach and pulling your ass up in the air, his dick staying inside of you the entire time.

You moaned into your pillow and the movement as he roughly thrusted into you, gripping your waist harshly.

His thrusts were mean, rough, fast, and deep, hitting you in all of the right spots.

One of his hands when to the top of your back, keeping it pressed down while he fucked you.

His thrusts continued, and it took everything in you not to scream out.

Your pussy was dripping, his dick hitting every spot inside you. His breathy moans made your more wet.

He let out a small, "fuck" under his breath, showing how badly he wants this.

Hamzahs thrusts never slowed down. He repeatedly thrusted deep inside you at a pace that made you want to cum all over him.

You let out a whimpery "mmm" as you felt yourself get close.

One of his hands grabbed your shoulder, pulling you upright, wrapping that hand around your neck.

You dropped your head against his shoulder as his other hand went to your cunt, rubbing your clit in gentle circles.

The arch of your back allowed him to still be able to thrust into you, keeping the roughness he had before,

Your eyes filled with tears from the stimulation, and you tried so hard not to moan, not to let Mandy and Martin hear what he was doing to you.

Hamzah locked eyes with you, a small grin forming on his face when he saw you trying to resist cumming.

The thing is, neither of you wanted this to end, but both of you wanted to cum so bad.

Hamzah continued pumping in and out of you, leaning his head down to press kisses to your neck, trying to show you he wasn't trying to take advantage of the situation.

You let out little whimpers, squeezing around his cock.

"You close, hun?" He asked, continuing his motions.

You nodded quickly, letting out a little whimper.

He nodded in response, "Me too baby, me too"

"H-Hamzah," You tried to mutter, voice fighting a moan, "please"

"Please what baby?" He questioned, "What do you want?"

"I- ah- I want you- mm- to cum inside me" You moaned

"Okay baby, okay" Hamzah responded, pressing another kiss against your neck.

As his thrusts continued, you could feel yourself twitching against him, your pussy so so close to release.

With a few more thrusts you felt that rough knot in your stomach unravel, and your cunt come undone on his cock.

Your body twitched as you felt the overstimulation of him thrusting into you after you had just orgasmed.

He slowly layed you down on your stomach, following you down so his cock never left the inside of you.