How It Feel To Be The MIDDLE Child And The FAVORITE

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the BLONDE

teenage dirtbag hamzah and reader

It was 2 a.m., and the whole world was quiet except for the hum of the bathroom light and the faint scratch of a record spinning in the next room. The tile was cold under her knees, and Hamzah sat on the closed toilet lid, knees spread, head bowed slightly as she ran gloved fingers through his hair. His roots had grown out, dark waves creeping past the bleach, and he had been dragging his feet about re-dyeing them. But tonight, somewhere between a lazy kiss and a cigarette on the fire escape, she had decided for him.

“You’re dramatic, you know that?” she murmured, combing through the strands, sectioning them with careful fingers.

Hamzah smirked, eyes half-lidded. “You love it.”

She did. She wouldn’t be here if she didn’t.

Outside, the city was restless, cars rolling slow down wet pavement, a couple arguing on the next block, a distant dog barking at nothing. But in here, it was just them. The sharp scent of bleach, the softness of his hair between her fingers, the quiet intimacy of the moment.

“You always do this for yourself?” she asked, dipping the brush into the mixture.

“Yeah.” He yawned, rubbing his eye with the back of his hand. “Tried to get Martin to help me once, but he almost burned my scalp off.”

She laughed softly. “Well, I won’t let you go bald. Again. Hold still.”

He closed his eyes as she worked, pressing her thumb to his forehead when he leaned too far forward. The silence between them was easy, comfortable, stretching out in the dim light. She could feel the warmth of his skin, the steady rise and fall of his breath.

“You ever think about just keeping it natural?” she asked after a while.

Hamzah cracked one eye open, smirking. “You don’t like the blonde?”

“I like you, dumbass.” She flicked his forehead lightly. “Just wondering.”

He hummed, tilting his head slightly. “I don’t know. It’s just… me, I guess. Feels like I should be like this.”

She understood that more than she could put into words.

She finished applying the dye and leaned back on her heels, peeling off the gloves. “Alright, we wait.”

Hamzah stretched, rolling his neck before grabbing her wrist and tugging her toward him. “C’mere.”

She let herself be pulled onto his lap, arms draped over his shoulders, fingers tangling loosely in the still-damp strands at the nape of his neck. He smelled like soap and bleach and cigarettes. Like him.

“You tired?” she murmured.

He hummed again, a little softer this time, forehead pressing to hers. “Not if you stay.”

She smiled, fingertips tracing lazy circles at the base of his skull. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And she meant it.

The bleach had been sitting long enough, and now it was time to rinse. She nudged Hamzah’s knee, motioning for him to stand. He groaned dramatically, stretching his arms before rolling his shoulders and stepping toward the sink.

“Alright, put your head down,” she instructed, turning on the faucet, testing the water with her fingers until it was just warm enough.

Hamzah bent over the sink, arms braced on either side. She ran her fingers through his hair as the water rushed over it, watching the bleach swirl away in pale, milky streaks. His dark roots were gone now, replaced with that familiar platinum blonde that somehow suited him so well.

“You okay?” she asked, kneading her fingertips against his scalp, gentle but firm.

Hamzah exhaled through his nose. “Feels nice,” he muttered, voice slightly muffled by the sink.

She smiled to herself, rinsing out the last bit of bleach, then reached for the towel. “Alright, you’re done.”

Hamzah lifted his head, shaking out his hair like a wet dog before she could wrap the towel around him properly. She swatted his shoulder. “You’re irritating.”

He grinned, wrapping the towel around his head like some dramatic movie star. “I’m beautiful.”

She rolled her eyes, dragging him over to sit on the edge of the tub. “Sit still, I need to dry it.”

Hamzah sat obediently, hands resting in his lap as she plugged in the blow dryer. It roared to life, sending warm air rushing through his damp hair. She combed through it with her fingers, tousling it slightly, watching as the color settled in fully under the heat.

His eyes fluttered shut again, that same relaxed expression he had when she was running her fingers through his hair earlier. It was rare, seeing him this still, this quiet in a way that wasn’t wrapped in nervous energy or some joke he was waiting to deliver.

“You’re like a cat,” she said over the hum of the dryer.

Hamzah cracked one eye open. “Yeah? That’s pretty weird I’m not a cat?”

She smirked, switching the dryer off. “Nah. Just saying you like being taken care of.”

His lips parted slightly, like he was going to argue, but then he just shrugged, smirking. “Maybe I just like when you do it.”

She flicked his forehead again. “Cheesy.”

“Maybe.” He leaned back against the wall, looking up at her, brown eyes still half-lidded, long lashes casting shadows against his cheekbones. “But you like it.”

She ran her fingers through his now-dry hair, feeling the soft texture of it under her touch. He was right. She did.

But then she tugged lightly at one of the uneven strands near the back of his neck. “You need a haircut.”

Hamzah groaned, slumping dramatically against the wall. “I just got my hair done, and now you wanna chop it off? You’re fucked up.”

She rolled her eyes. “You can stop by my dad’s shop. I’ll tell him to fix it up for you.”

Hamzah immediately sat up straighter, brows lifting in mild alarm. “Your dad?”

“Yeah,” she said, completely nonchalant. “What, you scared?”

Hamzah rubbed the back of his neck, looking away. “I dunno. I feel like he already thinks I’m weird.”

She raised an eyebrow, amused. “Why would he think that?”

He scoffed, throwing his hands up. “Because I am weird! And I always say the wrong thing! And I— I dunno, I feel like dads don’t usually like me.”

She laughed softly, leaning down a little. “Well, lucky for you, he doesn’t hate you. He actually thinks you’re funny.”

Hamzah blinked. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah,” she smirked. “But now that you’re all nervous about it, maybe I should warn him that you’re a weirdo before you show up.”

Hamzah groaned again, covering his face with his hands. “Forget the haircut. I’ll just grow it out, become a new person. Change my name. Start a new life.”

She tugged at his hair again. “Oh, shut up. You’re coming.”

Hamzah sighed heavily, letting his hands drop. He looked up at her again, still slightly wary. “…Fine. But if your dad actually does think I’m weird, I’m blaming you.”

She grinned. “Deal.”

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don't say that abt saxon pleasEE don't need to get ideas in my head rn. i get why he feels disgusted n all that but it doesn't need to end on suicide 😭😭 they were on drugs n drunk as fuck

Your right bae let me not put that in the air rn. But that’s not the craziest solution to his problem 😭🙏🏽 I wouldn’t be surprised if it was him airing the whole place out in episode one

winner

you decide to make a bet that’ll test both yours and saxons temptations for one another. but little did you know it’d be extremely difficult.

- contains smut!!! (18+ only!!) teasing, p in v (unprotected), choking, saxon wears rings because i say so!!!!

you and saxon had a lot of things in common, one of those being competitiveness. saxon absolutely loved to win, but so did you. which is how this stupid fucking bet came to light. 

“are you sure about this, babe?” saxon chuckled smugly, crossing his arms and leaning against the kitchen counter as you proposed the bet, not thinking it’d last more than an hour. 

“i’m 100% sure.” you answered, a confident smile plastered across your lips. “no touching at all.” 

“well as much as i fucking love touching you, i love to win. you’re going to regret this.” he stated confidently, which made you snicker. 

“you can’t go 5 seconds without touching me saxon, i have this one in the bag,” you said in response, taking a step closer to him until you were only inches apart. “and i know for a fact…” you say quietly, looking up into his eyes. 

“that mr. ratliff doesn’t handle losing very well.” 

“that’s why i’m not going to lose.” he says without a second thought, an almost evil smile adorning his chiseled face. 

what have you gotten yourself into?

you tried your best to distract yourself and avoid saxon as much as possible, that man would do anything and everything in his power to win and you couldn’t let that happen. 

it was around 2 am and saxon of course, was at his desk, still working despite knowing how much you hate it when he works so late. you were laying in bed, body adorned in one of saxon’s shirts that you had claimed months ago and a pair of soft white panties. it’d been hours since you’d made the bet, and you've been trying your best to ignore the sensation lingering between your thighs, the all too familiar feeling. 

by now, you would’ve had sex. multiple times. it was almost like you were going into withdrawals. it definitely didn’t help he was only wearing a pair of sweatpants and no shirt. his chiseled arms and abs on full display. you almost found yourself moaning as you stared at him, it was killing you and you had to do something.

you got up from the bed and made your way into the bathroom. you needed to find a distraction of some sort, literally anything at this point and you couldn’t let saxon see that you were struggling. that’d only inflate his ego. you turned on the tap and splashed your face with water, the icy chill of the water hitting your skin sent chills down your spine, but you could feel it helping. as you rubbed your eyes gently and straightened your posture. there he was, right behind you. 

you didn’t even think he noticed you leaving the room. 

“hi.” you said nonchalantly as you grabbed your face towel, patting the speckles of water from your skin. 

“hey,” he responded, “what are you doing?” 

“i’m washing my face, what do you think i’m doing?” 

“distracting yourself.” he answered, which made you roll your eyes. 

“i’m doing just fine thank you very much. i just forgot to wash my face after brushing my teeth earlier.” you said as confidently as possible, placing the towel down once you were done. 

“don’t you miss the way my lips feel against your skin, baby?” he says, moving his hand down to your thigh and hovering his hand over your skin. he may not have been touching you, but you could feel it.

fuck.

“how my hand almost wraps around your whole throat when you beg me to choke you?” he adds, “how my tongue feels on that pretty pussy of yours?… how you clench so tightly when i first thrust into you?” his lips hovered over yours, all you wanted to do was give in, but you couldn’t. he wouldn’t let you live it down if you did. 

he couldn’t win. 

“all you have to say is ‘please’ baby. then you can have what you want.” 

“stop it.” you muttered under your breath before moving away and heading back into the bedroom. as you crawled back onto the bed, you were completely unaware of the visible wet patch that had formed in your panties, and he could see it. 

it drove him crazy.

once you were sitting back on your side of the bed, you looked up at him and noticed his demeanor and how it had changed so drastically all of the sudden. how desperate he suddenly looked, and how mad he was about it. 

“are you ok, saxon?” you asked, tilting your head slightly like a lost puppy. you looked down at his sweatpants, noticing a prominent bulge. he didn’t say anything, but you heard the grunt that fell from his lips before he made his way back to his desk. 

you smirked and spent a few moments thinking. you knew he was almost at the point of breaking and you had to act on it before he managed to calm down. you got up and walked over to him confidently, squeezing yourself in front of him and his chair so the small of yout back was leaning against his desk. you were only inches away from him. 

“please?” you ask, slowly lifting your, well, his shirt to expose your panties. the pair that he loved so much. “touch me.”

and just like that, he stood up so he was towering over you, looking down at you like he was starving. at that point, you knew that you’d already won. 

he stepped closer and grabbed onto your thighs harshly, sitting you on his desk, using his arms to aggressively push every single thing that may get in his way off of his desk and onto the floor. he crashed his lips onto yours before pushing you down until you were laying before him. he then tore your panties off with his desperate hands, spreading your legs apart and looking down at the wetness he caused. the groan that left his lips at the sight gave you butterflies.

he quickly slid his sweatpants down his thighs and you watched as his cock sprung up and hit his stomach, causing a soft moan to fall from your lips. all you wanted was to feel him inside.

in no time, he began to slide his hard cock up and down your wetness, and within seconds, you felt him thrust inside of you with force, causing a desperate scream to escape your lungs.

he moved his hand to your throat and squeezed it tightly, just the way you liked it as he began thrusting at a brutal pace, grunting as you clenched around him. 

“f..fuck, saxon..” you moaned, which made him squeeze your throat even tighter. you loved how dominant saxon could get. 

the sounds coming from his mouth were almost animalistic, and it was turning you on more than you could even begin to describe. he quickened his page even more, completely ravishing your body with no remorse. god, you loved it so much. 

he moved his hand from your throat and brought it to your lips, and you immediately began sucking on his fingers. his long, ring adorned fingers. saxon had always loved when you did this. 

you could feel your impending orgasm approach, and he could tell by the way your pussy continuously clenched around his cock. “don’t cum.” he growled, causing you to whine around his fingers. “i’m not done with you yet.” he said, grabbing ahold of both of your thighs and lifting you off the desk. you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck. he was still inside you, and all of the sudden movements caused his cock to brush against all of the sensitive spots inside of you. he then walked you to the nearest wall, pinning your back against the plaster before he began brutally fucking you once again. he was fucking you at such an obscene pace you were half expecting the wall behind you to break. your nails dug into the skin and dragged their way down his back, causing his delicate skin to break and specks of blood to surface. 

you threw your head back, crying out at the intensity. saxon kept his eyes on you the whole time, taking in each expression you made as he took you against the wall of your bedroom. it made losing the bet worth it. you moved your hand to his head and pulled on his soft, messy brunette hair, another thing that drove him absolutely wild. he leaned in and pressed his forehead against yours. feeling his hot breath against your lips. you knew you weren’t going to last another minute. 

“p..please, saxon. can’t… can’t hold it anymore…” you eventually muttered out, an embarrassing amount of desperation lacing your voice. 

“cum for me.” he said, abusing your g-spot with every vicious thrust. you obeyed and let yourself go, screaming as the intense orgasm captured your entire body. your whole body shook in his arms, toes curling. your reaction also caused saxon to reach his high, feeling his warm cum spill inside of you with a deep grunt. 

once your orgasms subsided, you let out a soft chuckle, which made saxon smile. “what’s funny?” he asked breathlessly, pressing a gentle peck to your lips. 

“i won,” you said, struggling to catch your breath. “i knew i could make you fold.” 

saxon rolled his eyes, his gorgeous smile still adorning his face. “you did,” he said, nuzzling his nose against yours and kissing me once more before saying, “you’re my winner.”