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Cybersex

Hamzah x reader smut

Warnings || Masturbation . mentions of sex? . idfk basically NSFW

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It’s a Saturday night, 2:30am. You were laying down on your stomach staring into the webcam on your laptop waiting for Hamzah to answer your call. Long distance had really made your guys’ relationship more challenging, considering you were 5 hours ahead, but it was all worth it when you got to see his smiling face on your screen.

Finally, you hear a little 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 sound and you’re met with his grinning face on your screen.

“Hii! Sorry it took me so long to answer Martin wouldn’t get off my ass about this thing-“ he rambles, not realising just how little you mind.

“Baby” you cut him off “it’s fine don’t worry i understand, i’m just happy to see you” you smile at him and the look of worry on his face instantly changes to a look of relief.

“so how’ve you been? I saw that uh instagram post you did earlier you look like really good.” he asks, moving around to get in a comfy position on his bed.

“oh uh yeah i’ve been good, been missing you, you know.” To say you were missing him is an understatement, you hadn’t seen him in 3 months and you had needs that couldn’t be fixed by your own hand. You didn’t want to seem like a crazy sex addict so decided to wait a bit before initiating anything - but Hamzah could see right through you.

“Oh yeah? You’ve been missing me huh?” He grins, knowing exactly what you want. “I’ve been missing you too y’know, been thinking about the last time we were together.”

Thank god he didn’t want to beat around the bush.

“Oh I want you so bad Hamzah.” You almost whine whilst saying it, seeing his face on your laptop reminded you of just how badly you wanted, no- needed him.

“I know baby, I know. How about you show me just how much you’ve been missing me huh?”

That was all you needed to hear.

You balance your laptop on your pillows properly and scooch back on your bed, sitting on your knees revealing yourself in your tank top and pj shorts.

“So beautiful.” He mutters, almost to himself.

You start by sliding one of your straps down your shoulder, teasing him for as long as possible before you completely lose control.

“Cmon now don’t be like that take it off.” He pleads, making you realise you have the upper hand in this situation.

“Turn your camera on Hamzah i wanna see you.” Almost instantly, he turns his camera on revealing him sat in bed wearing nothing but some boxers, his grown out buzz sticking out in all different directions. The only source of light in his room was coming from his laptop and in the bottom of his screen you can ever so slightly see him palming himself.

You choose not to say anything for now and instead slide your other strap off and pull your tank top over you head, leaving you bare besides your pj shorts.

Hamzah lets out a groan at the sight and you can clearly see his hand picking up the pace “fuck you’re so gorgeous.” he grunts as he thrusts into his hand. He slips his hand out from underneath his waistband and tugs his boxers down, causing his erection to spring out.

“oh you’re desperate.” you tease him knowing it will only excite him more. You start by rubbing your tits softly, lightly pushing them together as you do so.

“I wish i was there so badly-“

Hamzah was practically panting as he was now fully touching himself to you. “Touch yourself baby.Please”

You find yourself instantly obeying and your hands reach down to your shorts which you quickly discard onto your bed. You start by tracing a finger across your folds before diving your middle finger into them.

“Shit yeah just like that.” He moans at the sight of you.

Your middle finger is quickly joined by another as you pick up the pace, moaning as you do. Hamzah continued to masturbate, his tugs getting more sloppy and desperate.

You look at your laptop and see Hamzah with his eyes fixed on you admiringly and it only gets you off more. “You’re so handsome baby.”

He whimpers at your praise. “Thank you.” Hamzah found himself struggling to get his words out as his hand flew up and down his cock.

“Shit I think i’m gonna-“ You whine as realise you’re getting closer to the edge. Your fingers slip in and out of your cunt as you feel the knots in your stomach tighten.

“It’s okay baby me too come on we can do it together.”

That was all it took for you to finish on your fingers, which was quickly followed by Hamzah finishing all over his stomach.

You both lay in your respective beds for a couple minutes, panting and sweaty.

“Next time we do that i want it to be in person” Hamzah begins “I miss you so much i’m gonna fly you out - or i’ll come to you i don’t mind.”

He rambles on, clearly just desperate to be with you again.

“Hamzah, sweetheart don’t worry we will see eachother soon i promise.” You say before yawning. You’d lost track of time and it was now 3:15am.

“Listen Hamzah i’m exhausted so i’m gonna try get some sleep m’yeah?”

“Wanna fall asleep on call?” God he was corny, but you love him.

“sure baby yeah we can.” You giggle sleepily. “Good night Hamzah I love you.”

“I love you too y/n.”

A/N : Hi so this is my first time writing like anything in my life so it probably sucks and will be one of those things i look back on and cringe 😭 but yeah tips are appreciated and hope you enjoyed this ❤︎︎

Felix Catton is very Sharpay coded… that is all.

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me looking at my friend after telling her every single position i’d fuck lee byung hun in

this is so tea

LIGHTER

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PLOT: you’ll find out!

WORD COUNT: 727

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"You know... I like guys who smoke," you said, your voice casual as you sifted through your purse, eyes scanning for one of your old vintage lighters. You could tell he was nervous, like he’d never smoked a day in his life. It was kind of adorable, in a way.

You found the lighter and flicked it open, the flame flickering to life for a moment. You glanced up at him, a smirk tugging at your lips.

"Do you smoke, Inwoo?" you asked, voice teasing.

He stuttered, his eyes flicking down to the floor. "I, uh, I do... yeah. Of course, I do." He hiccupped, his face turning a little red. Classic nervous tic.

"Mm-hmm. Sure you do." You slid across the room, making sure he saw you do it with a bit of a deliberate slowness. You knew he’d be uncomfortable. He was already a little jumpy. It was cute. Almost as if he couldn’t quite decide whether to sit next to you or keep his distance.

Another hiccup escaped from him.

"Do you have a pack on you right now?" You raised an eyebrow, almost daring him to admit he didn’t.

You handed him the lighter, your fingers brushing his for a moment. You watched his reaction closely. He didn’t take it right away, as if unsure, until he reached for it hesitantly.

"Uh, yeah... I have one," he said, his voice wavering a bit, but his hand shaking slightly as he pulled the pack from his jacket pocket. He held it in front of you like it was some kind of fragile treasure, his gaze flickering between you and the pack.

The pack of cigarettes were soaked, due to us running in the rain earlier.

"Well, go ahead," you said, your voice a little more coaxing now. "Light one up."

He opened the pack with a snap, pulling a cigarette free with his fingers. He was so careful about it, like he was afraid he might do something wrong. His fingers trembled slightly as he raised the cigarette to his lips.

"Need help?" you teased, though there was a little more warmth in your voice now.

He glanced at you, clearly embarrassed. "I… I got it." He tried to flick the lighter, but it took a couple of attempts.

You leaned back on the couch, watching him struggle for a second, before your patience wore thin. You moved closer, gently taking the lighter from his hand, your fingers brushing his again. You lit the cigarette for him, watching the flame catch on the tip.

He exhaled sharply, almost choking on the smoke, his face scrunching up in surprise.

"See? Not so bad, right?" you teased, a smile playing on your lips as you leaned in just a bit closer. "Though, you’re supposed to inhale."

His face turned an even deeper shade of red, and he tried again, this time with more success, though still a little awkward. You could tell he was trying to impress you. It was kind of cute. He wasn’t quite there yet, but you didn’t mind. You liked the effort. You liked him.

"So," you started, sitting down next to him finally, watching him blow out another plume of smoke. "How long have you been smoking, exactly?" You couldn’t help but ask, eyes glinting mischievously. "You know, you don’t really look like the type."

He chuckled nervously, still avoiding direct eye contact. "Uh, not long. I just started... last week."

You raised an eyebrow, taking the cigarette from his fingers and inhaling a drag yourself. "Really? Last week? That’s a bold move, considering you’ve never even touched a cigarette before today."

He shrugged awkwardly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I wanted to impress you."

You gave him a look, a soft smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. "Mission accomplished," you said, and his eyes widened slightly in surprise, before he let out a nervous laugh, his hiccuping now replaced with a small, shy grin.

You both sat there in the quiet for a moment, the only sound the soft crackle of the burning cigarette between your fingers, and the occasional hitch in his breath. You liked this. The tension between you, the way his nervousness somehow made everything feel... real. You leaned in, letting the space between you shrink even more.

"Tell you what," you whispered, voice playful. "You keep that cigarette lit, and I’ll teach you how to smoke it properly."

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