☆ ‘good boy hamzah’ ☆
words: 1.6k
genre: smut, sub hamzah
summary: hamzah is desperate for you and will do anything to make you feel good.
notes: hi guys!! this is my first smut i hope you guys love it <33
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The atmosphere was thick as you sat on the edge of the couch, your heart racing. Hamzah had been desperate for you since he got home, and all you could do was admire how beautiful he was, his curly brown hair freshly washed, his big brown eyes sparkling, knelt before you, his gaze locked onto yours with a longing that was sending your mind spiralling with intense thoughts.
He reached out, his fingers gently stroking your leg up and down, his touch soft and gentle. “I’d do anything for you,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with sincerity. “You know that, right?”
You could feel the warmth radiating from his hands, and the way he looked up at you made your heart hum. “I know,” you replied, your voice low and understanding. “But what do you want to do for me right now?”
Hamzah’s eyes sparkled with eagerness. “I want to make you feel amazing. I want to please you my love,” he said, his fingers continuing their slow caress along your thigh, igniting a fire within you.
“Then show me,” you encouraged, your breath hitching as you felt the heat of his desire. Hamzah’s expression shifted, and he leaned in closer, pressing soft open mouthed kisses along your leg, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.
As he made his way up your thigh, you could feel your body responding to his every touch. “You’re such a beautiful boy,” you whispered, slightly tugging at his hair, feeling him smile into your thigh.
“Hamzah,” you moaned, your heart racing as he continued to worship your leg, his hands exploring its softness. “I want you to eat me out.”
His eyes widened with delight, and you could see the need in them. “Please,” he replied, his voice thick with anticipation. He shifted his position, positioning himself between your legs, looking up at you for approval.
“Make me feel good,” you urged, and that was all the encouragement he needed. He leaned in, his mouth finding your core with a primal urgency. You gasped, the sensation sending pulses of hot blood through your body as he began to explore you with his tongue.
Hamzah was attentive, his movements eager and precise, as he brought you closer to the edge. “Your taste, fuck… you taste… so fucking good” he murmured against you, his voice vibrating through you, making pleasure course through your body.
“Thank you, my good boy,” you praised, and you could see the pride in his eyes as he continued to pleasure you, his tongue so gentle that it drove you wild. Each flick and swirl made you gasp, squeezing your thighs together, guiding him closer, urging him on.
As the pleasure built within you, you could feel yourself getting closer. “I’m so close,” you gasped, and Hamzah responded by focusing even more intently, his tongue much rougher now as he brought you to the brink.
With a final surge, you cried out, your body trembling as you reached your climax, waves of ecstasy washing over you. Hamzah pulled away, his lips glistening with you, a satisfied smile on his face. “Did I make you feel good?” he asked, his voice filled with both a subtle shyness and pride.
You nodded breathlessly, pulling him up to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips. “You did. But you deserve something in return.
You cupped his face in your hands, looking deep into his warm brown eyes. “You’ve been such a good boy for me tonight,” you said softly, watching as he nuzzled into your arm, a look of pure adoration on his face. “Such a beautiful boy.”
He gazed up at you, his eyes filled with love and longing. “What do you want to give me?” he asked, his voice whispering, filled with anticipation.
You smiled playfully, feeling a rush of power as you edged him. “I want you to wait a little longer,” you teased, your fingers trailing down his jawline. “I want to see just how much you can handle.”
Hamzah gulped and sighed deeply, his body responding to your words. “I’ll do anything for you,” he promised, his eyes filled with devotion.
“Good,” you said, leaning in to kiss him softly, then pulling away just as quickly. You could see the need written all over his face, and it thrilled you to know you had him right where you wanted him.
“Now, let’s see how much longer you can wait,” you said, your voice low and addictive.
The tension in the room was pure sex as you watched Hamzah, his eyes filled with longing and need. You could see the way he was trying to control himself, the way his body was responding to your teasing. It turned you on to know that you had him completely at your mercy.
“Please,” he whispered, his voice laced with desperation. “I need you.”
You smiled, enjoying the power you held over him. “I know you do,” you replied, your voice sultry. “But I want you to wait just a little longer. You’ve been such a good boy for me tonight, and I want to make this special.”
“I can wait,” he promised, though you could hear the slight tremor in his voice. “I’ll do anything you want.”
“My beautiful boy,” you praised again, gently caressing his face with your thumb. You leaned in close, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “Just remember that I’m in charge.”
With that, you gently pushed him back, guiding him to lie down on the couch. You climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, feeling the heat radiating from his body. You could see the way his eyes darkened as he looked up at you, his hands instinctively gripping your waist, fingers digging in slightly to try and gain any friction he could.
“Now, Hamzah,” you said, your voice teasing. “I want you to tell me how much you want me.”
Hamzah swallowed hard, his gaze unwavering. “I want you so badly,” he confessed, his voice trembling. “I need to feel you, to taste you again. I’ll do anything.”
You smirked, enjoying the way his words made you feel. “Good boy,” you replied, leaning down to capture his lips in a heated kiss. His hands roamed your body, but you pulled back just enough to keep him wanting more.
“Not yet,” you teased, your fingers trailing down his chest, feeling the muscles beneath your touch. “You need to show me just how much you want it.”
Hamzah let out a frustrated groan, his need unsatisfied. “Please, I can’t take it anymore,” he pleaded, his eyes wide and desperate. “I’ll be so good for you, I promise.”
You reveled in his desperation, enjoying the way he was completely at your mercy. “Alright,” you said, finally relenting. “But you have to do exactly what I say.”
He nodded eagerly, his eyes filled with determination. “Anything. Just tell me what to do.”
“Good,” you said, feeling a rush of excitement. “I want you to touch yourself for me. Show me how much you want me.”
Hamzah’s breath hitched, and you could see the struggle in his eyes as he fought to obey. Slowly, he moved his hands down to his own body, his fingers brushing against himself as he followed your command. You watched intently, your heart racing at the sight of him so vulnerable and eager.
“Tell me how it feels,” you instructed, your voice teasing.
“It feels so good,” he gasped, his eyes locked on yours. “I want you to touch me, to feel me. I need you.”
“Not yet,” you teased, your voice hot on his skin. “I want to see you lose control.”
Hamzah’s breathing became more ragged as he continued to touch himself, the desperation in his voice growing. “I’m so close,” he admitted, his eyes pleading with you.
“Good boy,” you praised, feeling a rush of power. “But I want you to hold on just a little longer. Can you do that for me?”
“I can,” he promised, though the strain in his voice told you how difficult it was for him. “Just… please.”
You leaned down, capturing his lips in a hot kiss, your bodies fitting together perfectly as you continued to tease him, enjoying the way he was whimpering into your mouth.
As you kissed him, you could feel the heat radiating off his body, the tension between you two thick. Hamzah’s hands gripped your waist tightly, his fingers digging in as he fought to maintain control.
“Just a little longer,” you whispered, pulling back to look into his eyes.
He nodded, breath quickening. “I’ll do anything you want. Just please don’t make me wait too long.”
“Such a beautiful boy,” you praised, your fingers trailing down his chest. “But I want you to focus on me. Tell me how much you want me.”
“I want you so badly,” he confessed, desperation lacing his voice. “I need to feel you, to taste you again.”
“Good boy,” you replied, your heart racing. “But remember, you need to wait for me. I want to see how far you can go.”
With that, you leaned down, kissing him deeply while your hands roamed his body. “Keep touching yourself,” you instructed, “but stop just before you reach that edge.”
Hamzah nodded, determination etched on his face as he resumed his movements. “I’m so close,” he gasped, his breath hitching. “I want to let go, please.”
“Well done,” you praised, feeling a rush of pride. “Hold on for me.”
As he continued, the tension in the room grew thicker, and you could see the struggle in his eyes. “I can’t hold on much longer,” he admitted, desperation creeping into his voice.
“Then let go,” you urged, your voice demanding. “But only when I say you can.”
With a final gasp, Hamzah’s body trembled, and you could see the moment he lost control. “I can’t—” he cried out, and with your encouragement, he let go, his body shuddering as he reached his climax.
“Good boy,” you whispered, watching him ride the waves of pleasure.
