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#alhaitham x reader smut
osachiyo · 6 months
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୨⍣୧ MEN WHO ! are big, buff and strong, being able to pick you up with ease. He could carry you around for hours, not breaking a sweat, flashing you a grin when you ask him if he's tired from carrying you all day. You were tiny in comparison to him, honestly any normal human being would be, and he fucking loved that.
He'd love the way he could tower over you, his shadow engulfing your whole frame. Loved the way he could manhandle you into any position he desired, be it pushing you up against the wall or folding you to a mating press. But if he had to choose his absolute favourite position, it would be putting you in a full nelson. His big arms hooked under your knees to hold them up as he destroyed your cunt. His cock barely even fit, stuffed in you like an overpacked sausage and you could see the slight bulge that appeared everytime he thrusted up, making him go fucking feral. He'd growl lowly next to your ear, "you enjoying this, fuckin' whore?" Your nails were digging into his forearms, leaving small red crescent marks behind as you tried your best to answer him. "yeah? did I fuck you dumb already? fuck— you're so pretty like this. such a pretty girl, hm? my pretty girl." Your eyes rolled back from his words, pussy clenching around him like a vice, making him let out a guttural noise. "shit, baby— ease up f'me," he groaned, rolling your clit between his fingers, trying to get you to loosen up. You could see your juices dripping down his cock, creating a puddle on the floor beneath you. If he'd feeling a bit mean, he'd stop thrusting midway and sit down on the couch behind him, still impaling you on his cock as he demands that you ride him. You would whine at his order, cheeks puffing and bottom lip jutted out into a pout as you try to give him your best puppy eyes. He'd only sigh and give your ass a nice slap before telling you to get to work. You'd huff out complaints before reluctantly lifting your hips before plopping back down on his cock, high pitched moans leaving your glossy lips as you tried your best. You could only do so much of of the work before the fat drops of tears slide down your cheek, "my thighs hurt, you're too big and 's too hard," you sniffled. He'd chuckle softly at that, patting your head and shushing you. He'd lift you up before slamming you down on his shaft, relishing in the way you squeal and kick your feet. "ah, my poor little baby, is fucking yourself on this cock too difficult for you? shh, don't cry. I've got you, sweet girl."
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silkjade · 8 months
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alhaitham x mermaid! reader (3.5)
⤀ cw: afab!reader, first time (w. him), lots of teasing, cunnilingus, praise, fingering, unprotected sex, lil bit of size kink + overstim, creampie, fluff???, true love but they don't know it yet — mdni || ꒰ 6.2k wc ꒱ a/n: recommended to read the previous part first, but it can stand alone as well ! hope u enjoy my smut debut + reblogs & feedback are always vry much appreciated ♡ next ノ series masterlist ⋆.ೃ࿔*:・𓇼
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When you had taken him up on his half conscious, pseudo challenge to visit Sumeru City, Alhaitham never imagined you’d cause him so much trouble. It’s not in the sense that you’d drawn too much unwanted attention, or that you’d spent his mora on frivolous things. No, it was your lack of understanding for the human notions of shame and intimacy. 
He’s never entirely sure of just how nuanced the unabashed things you say and do are. You’re shameless whenever you’d ask him for compliments point-blank, or when you’d waltz out of the bathroom only half-dressed in his clothes. Other times, you’d surprise him with words so naively honest, brush against him in ways that feel far too tender.
To his dismay, it’s becoming increasingly clear that your actions always come with a price—one that he pays, not with mora, but with his dignity. Much like the smooth caress of the waters you came from, it’s all seemingly harmless, but the depths of your intentions remain aggravatingly unknown. Especially when your very presence is enough to enfold all his senses in a lull of desire.
He runs a hand through his hair before turning the knob of his bedroom door, only to find you in your human form, lounging on his bed, lazily flipping through one of his books. The robe you wear is one of his; too large on your frame, with the silky material falling off your shoulders, dangerously close to revealing too much. 
Not that it isn’t a welcome sight—he is a man after all. And while he prides himself on his exceptional self control, it becomes an issue when he feels himself grow hot and the loose clothes he likes to wear at home begins to feel too tight. He can’t rub one out while you’re here, so perhaps a cold shower might ease his condition…
But you’re more perceptive than he’s given you credit for.
“It’s not as magnificent as my tail, but this body is still quite impressive isn’t it?” 
“I’ve never met anyone as shameless as you.”
“Well, I don’t think you’ve ever met anyone like me at all.” You flash him an amused smile, but the sultry look in your eyes relay a different message entirely. He can’t lie, it excites him.
“You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he mumbles under his breath. To his chagrin, your curious hum cuts through the room and he hears the heavy thud of a book slammed shut.
Of course you heard him. With renewed interest, you swing your legs over the edge of his bed, sauntering over until you’re close enough that he can smell the faint scent of his mint shampoo in your hair. 
“Oh? What could I possibly be doing to you?” Your fingers walk up his body, slowly, from his toned stomach to his chiseled chest, leaving his skin hot through the fabric of his clothes, “Won’t you enlighten me?” 
You look up, that wide-eyed gaze of feigned innocence flickering into something sharp and dangerously seductive. A hand settles on his shoulder, pulling him in until you’re close enough that your lips are only a hair’s breadth away from his sensitive ears. The other reaches down and ghosts against his obviously growing bulge, before pressing down, palming him through his pants. Alhaitham bites back a groan. 
“Or rather, what would you like to do to me?” Your voice rings low and smooth as silk to his ears. It leaves a wave of desire to bubble in the pit of his stomach, one that doubles down on the dull ache at his crotch.
His mind sifts through a thousand thoughts. Lascivious thoughts, sinful, perverted thoughts that only seem to make their presence known when in your company. Just one glance down at you and he can see how ridiculously easy it would be to untie the lazy knot that’s hardly holding your—no—his robe together. 
“I…” 
It’s hard to think when you overwhelm all his senses, poking at the urges he has so carefully suppressed up until now. His robe, his scent. He’s no fool to the way Sumeru City ogles at you—the mysterious stranger who’s able to so casually hang onto the aloof scribe’s arm. It only makes him want to stake his claim across the empty canvas of your skin as well: his mermaid. Perhaps just this once, he’ll let himself indulge in his own selfish desires. 
“Come on, Scribe Alhaitham,” you emphasize,“use your words.” 
A smug smile forms on your face as you calculate the risks of your next words. 
“Although…if you’ve got nothing to say, why don’t you just show me,” you press close, voice deceptively soft. “I’m more of a hands-on learner anyway.”
For once, Alhaitham lets his body override all sense of rationality, flipping your positions, and pinning you against the wall as he captures your mouth in his. It’s uncharacteristically sloppy and haphazard, with none of the craftiness he displayed on that first and only night you kissed, but it’s intoxicating all the same.
His teeth graze against your bottom lip, demanding entrance, and you’re forced to grasp onto his toned bicep to keep yourself steady as you devour each other with the intensity of all your repressed thoughts. With every second his mouth remains slotted on yours, with every inhale and exhale of breath you exchange, you think that this time, you’re the one who might drown.
He finally tosses you a lifeline once he decides to leave the vicinity of your mouth, and begin his campaign across the rest of your body, starting with the little spot right along the underside of your jaw. Alhaitham takes his time trailing down your neck, catching you off guard when he stops to suck down, hard, on a particularly sensitive patch of skin.
An involuntary gasp escapes, and you can feel him smirk against you, though it quickly fades into a half strangled groan when your hips roll into his. He only continues downward from here, carving kisses into your body and leaving behind colorful little bruises that send liquid fire running through your veins. The further he goes, the more he must uncover, and the only thing standing in his way is the robe you’re hardly wearing.
“Can I…?” he asks in a hoarse whisper, fingers already toying with the sash. 
“Not like you haven’t seen everything already,” you mutter, pulling his face in to kiss him again. 
His free hand snakes down to squeeze your ass while the other tugs on the loose knot, the silky material now free to tumble down your body like a waterfall, hitting every curve along the way. In one fell swoop, Alhaitham takes you to his bed, picking up right where he left off: with a depraved kiss that speaks more than he ever could in relaying the underlying lust that clouds his mind.
“Beautiful.” The word slips out without a second thought. It’s the first time he's ever said it outright. Beneath the fervor, there’s a special sentiment that cushions his tone. It has you buzzing with warmth from the inside out, but whether it’s contentment or embarrassment, you don’t know. Biting your lip, you turn your head to the side, refusing to meet his gaze. 
He finds it infinitely amusing that for all your openly brazen flirtations…
“You’re not getting shy on me now, are you?” 
You respond by stubbornly grappling at the edge of his shirt, nails grazing against his muscled abdomen in the process. The startling sensation crackles through his nerves, sending his cockhead twitching in delight. 
“It’s only fair I get to see you too,” you mumble, in what little time you have between kisses. Alhaitham pulls away, a brow quirked in mild amusement. Pausing, he takes this chance to drink in the sight of your naked figure for the second time, though tonight there’s no need to look away. 
It’s exhilaratingly surreal to see your body marked by the undeniable testaments of his touch. It manifests on your skin, where you’re decorated with clusters of little bruises signed by his lips. In your chest, as it heaves for air after all the breaths he’s stolen from right out of your lungs. It persists in the way your eyes draw him in, inviting him, daring him to do more. In how your lips, though slightly swollen, wear the same coquettish grin that’s enchanted him time and again. With no other choice but to surrender to your demands, Alhaitham lifts his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side without a care.
You’ve always thought the man to be handsome, but you’re left wonderstruck as your eyes wander across his bare skin. It’s not like his usual attire leaves much to the imagination, but Alhaitham undressed, is still a sight to see. His toned chest and sculpted stomach, well defined arms… Chiseled by the gods themselves, you think as the corner of your lips quirk just the slightest bit upwards. 
“Enjoying the view?” It’s funny how much his smug smile contrasts with the mottled pink that colors his shoulders and dusts across his cheeks. His skin only flushes more when you trace a finger over the gem on his chest, tantalizingly slow as you make your way down his sternum, and only stopping to lightly flick at one of his nipples. Alhaitham’s breath hitches and you can practically see his muscles as they tense.  
 “Very much,” you answer, hands sinking lower. “So won’t you show me more?”
He catches you by your wrist when he feels you tugging at his waistband, and it takes everything for him to ignore the wanton desperation that’s quickly clouding his mind. It’s difficult, but out of sheer will, he manages to hold back, if only by a thread. 
Gently, he pulls your chin up to face him. Want hides beneath his teal gaze, but there’s a softness that truly shines through, encapsulating the delicate balance between risk and reward.
His hands shift to caress your cheek, before he moves in to steal another kiss. This time it’s sweeter, more chaste. Alhaitham kisses you slow and passionate, interwoven with a tenderness that causes your heart to swell in your chest.
“You sure you want to do this?”
Your resounding ‘yes’ breathes a renewed ardor into his actions as he lowers you onto your back. Little by little, he makes his way down your body, leaving wet kisses everywhere except where you want him most. A kiss here, a lick there—the heat that pools in your belly only grows by the second, but a harsh suck right below your hip causes your breath to hitch and your cunt to drool more in response while you whine and attempt to rub your legs together for any sort of friction.
They are, however, aptly spread back apart when he hooks his arms beneath your thighs and pulls you closer to where he kneels at the edge of the bed. 
“You’re so wet,” he murmurs, “and we’ve only just begun.” Alhaitham lets out a low chuckle as he presses another kiss to your inner thigh. It’s enough to have you shivering in anticipation, the reverberating tremors of his deep voice going straight to your pulsing hole, wet with the slick of your arousal. One of his hands moves to hold you down as you jolt when his teeth graze against the delicate skin.
“Will you please just hurry up,” you’re barely able to get all your words out before your voice breaks into a breathless gasp as he takes you by surprise, dipping his head down to lick a long stripe up your glistening folds and flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue once he reaches the top. 
Talented in more ways than just words, you find out firsthand exactly how good he is with his tongue. Like a man starved, he laps up all you have to give, while your gushing hole happily churns out more slick. But it isn’t nearly enough. Especially not with the way you’re grinding into his face and singing praises to his name.  
Alhaitham doesn’t consider himself an arrogant man, but he’s never loved hearing the sound of his own name more. It falls through your lips in a trail of whimpers, your pretty little cries music to his ears, delicate and lyrical. His tongue prods at your entrance, occasionally dipping into your warmth, and as he closes in, his nose bumps against your puffy clit. It has you keening, and your hands come flying to tangle in his ashen hair as your voice splits into a sharp gasp. 
He takes a mental note of your reaction before moving to suckle on the sensitive bundle of nerves, drawing out another beautifully broken sob. With every exhale, and every swipe of his tongue, Alhaitham breathes life into your cunt—leaving it to drip with arousal and clench around nothing. Your fingers curl in his tresses and you tug hard. The low groan he emits reverberates through your body; the rumbling vibrations of his own pleasure sends you crawling to your high. 
But he soon pulls away and you’re quick to let out a pitched cry in protest. He peers up from between your parted thighs, sharp eyes hungrily taking in the sight of you squirming at the loss of contact. 
“Haitham,” you whine pitifully, hips blindly stuttering in search of his touch, “don’t stop.” 
Oh how the tables have turned. Before him, your tiny hole clamps around nothing and a sly grin creeps onto his face, devilishly handsome and glistening with your essence that so freely drips down his chin. You’ve teased him relentlessly during the span of your partnership, and as per your logic, it’s only fair he gets to do the same.
“Beg for it,” he purrs. His warm breath fans across your folds, sending you into a frenzied fluster from the bottom up, and you feel as if you’re going to melt.
“P-please…” It’s difficult to come up with any words, much less the right words, to say when the overwhelmingly wanton desire for him to just touch you again, has your brain enveloped in a thick haze. “Need you…Haitham please…”
His name, entangled within the sweet pleas that fall from your lips, has his cock twitching again, eager to be freed from the constraints of his pants. But if he can ignore the wet spot forming from his own precum, then he can do the same to the way his hips seem to move on their own, slowly rutting against the bed. He’s a patient man, he can wait. You on the other hand… 
You’re so needy for him, so lost trying to chase your own pleasure, that it doesn’t even register when he wets two fingers in his mouth, unable to process anything until you feel the faint stretch in your cunt that has you trembling in anticipation. His fingers slide easily into your creamy insides, and he only watches in amusement at the way your hips buck, silently begging him for something more than the painfully slow, lazy way he’s pumping in and out of you. 
“You’re already so tight...” He lets out a breathy chuckle as he scissors you open, resisting the way your velvety walls come down, hugging every inch of the digits inside you. “How are you even going to take me, hm?” 
You open your mouth to respond but nothing ever comes out, save for the faint breath of a moan that manages to escape. If you were in the right state of mind, you would’ve been sure to fire back something smart, however, your thoughts have been reduced to fixate on Alhaitham, who’s rather keen on keeping it that way.
He moves his wrist, twisting and turning, relentlessly searching until the pads of his fingers press against a spot just right, that it has your toes curling and back arching off the bed in a loud cry. He curls his fingers, bullying the spongy spot until echoes of your melodic mewls are undeniably present amongst the lewd squelching of your wetness. It sends him reeling and growing impossibly harder—oh how he so adores the way you unravel before him. 
Your body runs hotter than ever and you feel the coil in your belly tighten, ready to snap. You’re going to cum. You’re so close. Just a little more. It repeats like a mantra in your head, but your impending climax dissipates as he draws both fingers back out, leaving you dangling at the precipice with a distressed wail, frustration pathetically painted across your face.
Why did he just do that? Your eyes are large and laced with tears that quiver and threaten to spill down your face. Ignoring your futile attempt at garnering pity, Alhaitham only continues to taunt you.
“Will you look at that?” he says, toying with the messy slick that glosses over his middle and index fingers like webbing, stretching and breaking along to the movements of his hand. It’s such damning evidence of how much you need him, but it’s also somehow mesmerizing, so much so that you’re unable to look away. It doesn’t help that your sopping cunt only weeps more at the sight, absentmindedly fluttering around nothing.
He drags you out of your thoughts as he unexpectedly takes your clit back into his mouth. His hot tongue swirls around your bud, effectively setting your veins on fire, then takes the chance to throw your earlier words back at you. 
“Tell me what you’d like me to do,” he says, mouth never leaving the little nub.
You want him to make you cum, is what you want to say—or rather, you want him to let you cum, considering how he so cruelly ruined your earlier orgasm. But it all only translates into a litany of unintelligible whimpers, and Alhaitham smiles, the mischief twinkling in his eyes now glaringly apparent. He can’t help how endearing it is, that you, who always has so much to say, is now struggling to answer even the simplest of questions.
“Use your words. I want to hear that pretty voice of yours.”
“I want… I need…” you’re only able to make out a few words in between your ragged breaths before you’re interrupted by your own broken sob as he sucks down hard on your abused clit.
“Hm? What was that?” 
“Want to cum… ” you choke out, eyes sliding shut as you try again with your best efforts.
The latter half of your sentence warps until it rises an octave and melts into a shaky moan. Alhaitham barely gives you just enough time to finish before three lithe fingers find their way into your cunt without warning, slipping past your wet folds with ease. The dull pain of an added finger stuffed into your tiny hole, has you keening, your own knuckles turning white from your steel grip on the bed sheets. 
With a sweep of his tongue, he laves over your swollen clit again, sending shivers through to your core as you feel the tension return in your abdomen, this time wound even tighter from the way he continues to fuck your already sensitive cunt.
“ ‘m so close… please,” your breath catches in your throat as you whimper and squirm. “Please Haitham, please-” 
It’s beyond his own belief how he managed to wrangle you into his bed; the beautiful mermaid who had first tried to drown him, who was always so outspoken and bold— now reduced to a begging, whimpering mess on his sheets. For that, he mentally pats himself on the back and decides to take pity on you. 
“Come on, mermaid. Let me hear you sing.” 
Immediately, you feel his fingers curl, right up against the very spot that has you seeing stars, exactly as he had intended. He drags his teeth carefully, lightly grazing your swollen clit, effectively ripping out a loud, visceral scream as you finally tip over the edge in an earth shattering orgasm. 
Waves of pleasure continue to wash over you as Alhaitham finger fucks you through your high,  vigilantly hitting that sweet, spongy spot over and over again without mercy. You’re left quivering, fingers desperately grasping at the bed sheets, trying to find something, anything to hold on to. His hand, the one that isn’t three knuckles deep inside you, moves to hold your hips down as they twitch in the settling overstimulation. 
A satisfied hum rumbles in the back of his throat as he finishes off with an easy kiss to your inner thigh. He finally slows down his movements as you ride out your high, though the shallow, wet noises as he rocks his fingers in and out of you, seem all the more erotic against the backdrop of your dissipating cries. 
“Can’t get enough of you,” he coos. “Such a pretty thing—so gorgeous when you cum for me.” Alhaitham continues to whisper sweet flatteries that have you preening until he feels you clench weakly around his fingers once more. He raises a brow, the beginnings of a small smirk forming on his face.
“Of course you like to be praised.” Despite the lilt in his voice, he draws his soiled digits out with care, though you still shudder as he passes through your sensitive folds.
“Shut up.” 
Even as you sit up to catch your breath, your eyes wander over to the man’s bare upper body, before they drift down to the impressive tent bulging from his pants. Suddenly, you’re made painfully aware of how utterly empty you are. Arousal pulses through you, once again dripping out of your cunt at the thought of being stuffed full.  
Your obvious staring doesn’t go unnoticed; and neither does the way you shift as you’re rubbing your thighs together for more friction. Your shamelessly perverse act only reinforces the thrum in his already rock hard cock.
“Open up.” You do as you’re told, intuitively wrapping your lips around his long fingers, cheeks hollowing as you clean off the mess you had left. It spurs him on, the way you hold his gaze with those large doe eyes, blinking so lasciviously when he draws them back out, leaving behind a trail of saliva that snaps like gossamer on your lips.
“What, haven’t had enough of me yet?” He teases you, yet the slight waver in his voice as he struggles to mask just how much he’d like to cum right then and there, says otherwise. 
“Not nearly enough.” 
Your playful wit is nothing new to him. And while Alhaitham considers himself to be quite well versed in how you love to play coy, an expert in navigating around your flirtations—he’s far from immune to your coquettish displays. He’s only human after all… 
So it’s no fault of his own that you drive him absolutely insane.
Pupils blown wide and dilated with lust, he dips down until you can feel his hot breath on the shell of your ear, “I hope you don’t regret that.” His smooth baritone sends a shiver down your spine until it pools between your already sticky thighs, a vague promise of what’s to come.
Before you know it, he catches you in another eager kiss, rough and hopelessly greedy, as you fall back onto the mattress without a care. It only heightens your sense of urgency that he can’t help but grind into you.
His normal attire barely hides his bulge, but even underneath these loose clothes, the outline of his cock stands tall and unmistakably erect against the fabric—which you desperately need removed now, as you fumble with the waistband. Alhaitham chuckles lightly into the kiss before pulling away. Message received. 
He moves quickly, pants and underwear hastily thrown to the side and forgotten, because how could you possibly think of anything else when he stands before you, hands fisted around his magnificent cock, grunting at the little ounce of relief as he gives himself a few quick pumps. Precum dribbles from the flushed pink tip and your eyes follow as he spreads it along the impressive length. You can’t help but think that it’s… pretty. And oh how you adore pretty things.
He lines himself up at your entrance, cockhead just barely dipping inside as he hovers over you, and for the first time tonight, you realize just how incredibly vulnerable you are now, laid bare before him, ripe for the taking. But it’s okay if it’s him. Whether it’s the fuzziness mulling in your head, or your cunt that’s thinking for you, anything is fine as long as it’s Alhaitham.   
Above you, he swallows harshly and you can see the slow bob of his throat as he does so. “Tell me if you need to stop,” he murmurs. The rasp in his voice makes it apparent that it’s taking every ounce of fortitude not to just slam his entire length into you. 
The first hiccupped gasp that escapes your lips has him smiling smugly as he pushes in, splitting you open with ease from how wet you are. But the stretch as you struggle to accommodate his girth burns despite your previous preparation; he’s just so much bigger than his fingers. Inch by agonizing inch, he stretches you wider, whispering sweet nothings while he stuffs you full of his cock. 
“You’re doing so well,” he praises, though it’s quickly drowned out by the sound of your heart beating in your ears. Every time you think he’s done, he only continues to push further inside. Your head spins at how full you already feel, unconsciously tightening around him and drawing out a choked curse that rolls tactlessly off his tongue. There’s no helping the way his self control fades when you’re squeezing him like that, your needy cunt intent on sucking him all the way in. 
“Fuck,” he rasps. It’s foreign and depraved and so vulgar compared to his usually eloquent speech—not that it isn't also incredibly attractive hearing him lose his composure like that—but it’s even more so especially because you’re the one making him feel this good. Your heart flutters at the thought and the vibrations of another muffled grunt ripple against your skin when you reflexively bear down again.
Alhaitham bottoms out in one final push, sending you reeling at how the thickest end of his shaft forces your little hole to stretch even wider to accommodate the width. A hitched cry leaves your throat and your arms fly to wrap around his neck, pulling him close as he presses soothing kisses along your jaw, though it does little to quell the heat rapidly igniting throughout your body.
“Are you alright?” There isn’t an ounce of teasing in his tone when he pauses to glance down, giving you a moment to adjust while ensuring you’re okay. 
Your hum of approval is all he needs to start moving in languid strokes that fill you to the brim, his shallow thrusts so lewdly squelching to the tune of your wetness. Each slow drag of his cock forces you to feel very ridge and vein as he grinds back and forth, pulling soft mewls out of you until they melt into breathless whines pleading for something more.
“Faster… f-faster please.” 
Who was he to deny you, when you’ve been taking him so well? Sliding ever so slowly, Alhaitham all but pulls out, leaving only the very tip of his cock to kiss your entrance. You don’t even have time to process the jarring emptiness before he slams his entire length back in with a single thrust, powerful enough to send your entire body jostling from the impact. Your back arches in pleasure, your head thrown back in a silent scream as your mouth falls agape, the sound dying before it’s ever able to leave your throat. 
Alhaitham is relentless when he starts fucking you in earnest. The gentleness from earlier is gone, replaced by the callous way he repeatedly pounds into you, burying himself to the hilt every single time. He’s hitting depths you never thought possible, with each thrust sending shockwaves that ripple through you until it scrambles your mind, shattering that last piece of lucidity stubbornly holding you together.
“That’s it. Take it, just like that,” he coos, but you're too fogged over to comprehend his words. It’s clear your mind is currently occupied by other matters; matters such as the chant of his name atop your long string of strangled cries.
He revels at how pliant you are underneath him—so stimulated and keening out in pleasure at everything he does, greedy cunt eagerly swallowing every inch he offers, pulling him in with every snap of his hips. 
His mouth latches onto one of your nipples, sucking on the nub while he twirls the other between his fingers, groaning when your nails dig into his shoulders, imprinting crescents onto his skin. The added stimulation elicits another set of frantic whimpers, and the familiar tightness in your abdomen returns.
“Haitham I’m… I’m so…” Close, he deducts. He can tell by the way your walls close around him.
Half of him wants to watch you struggle with your words in between all your panting and moaning, wants to withhold your sweet release until you can speak properly while he continues to piston in and out of you. The other half, driven by his wanton throbbing, slides a hand over the curve of your ass, lifting your leg to angle himself just right before plunging deep inside you, hitting that same spot from before that had you seeing stars. 
Loud, broken sobs tear through the room as his tip mercilessly drills into the spongy spot with pinpoint precision. Your nails rake down his back, and a sharp hiss manages to escape from his lips. It only fuels him more, makes his movements more erratic. Over and over, hit after hit, Alhaitham delivers an exhilarating pleasure that drives you to the edge of delirium. Warmth blooms in the pit of your stomach threatening to spill over and seep into every crevice of your being. 
It’s too much. It’s so good. It’s not enough. You’re not sure how much more of this you can take. 
“I can feel you falling apart around me.” The corners of his mouth lift in a smug grin, ignoring the fact that his voice comes out in ragged huffs, uneven from his labored breathing.
There’s no use denying how much you affect him as well— not when fire licks his body, coloring his pale skin flush. Nor when his expression is clearly strained, trying so desperately to hold on to his crumbling composure. You’d notice if you still had the capacity to process anything at all, but alas…
He lowers his head into the crook of your neck, nipping lightly at the tender skin before switching to your native tongue. “C’mon my beautiful mermaid… give it to me. Cum for me.”
The white hot bliss that sweeps across your body is maddening and it leaves you absolutely shattered. The vibrato in your voice cracks as you scream and sob, body going impossibly taut. You’re desperately gasping for air, drowning in the waves of euphoria that wash over you, but it pulls you in and drags you further down into delirium. You can’t think, you can’t speak. You can’t stop the trembling in your thighs and you can’t stop your cunt from spasming as he continues to fuck into you.
His pace slows but his strokes are longer and deeper, as if he’s trying to ingrain himself permanently within your walls. Your moans rise in pitch, turning to whimpers when his thrusts continue past your orgasm and into the settling overstimulation, his cock still taking from you where there’s no more to take.
You’ve never felt more like a paradox than you do now. Your head is the clouds, while your body feels heavier than ever. You’re painfully sensitive, squirming to get away as he chases his own release, yet your cunt still pulses and begs to milk his fat cock dry.
Weak arms reach up to cup his face, pulling him in for a lasting kiss, breathing him in like the air you so desperately need in your lungs. When you pull away, your eyes are so dazed and lidded, not yet recovered from the intensity of your orgasm, but already prickling with tears from the burn of overstimulation. 
“Make me yours.”
Alhaitham buries his head in the crook of your neck; there’s no hope of keeping up his composure now. In fact, it’s a wonder he didn’t come from those words alone. You already are, he tells himself. There’s nobody else he could ever want; nobody else could ever compare to how perfect you are for him. 
With a few final thrusts, he presses his weight into you and sinks his cock as deep as he can. He lets out a tattered moan and his hips stutter as he follows you over the edge, the warmth of his hot cum spilling into your insides. 
A fleeting thought crosses your mind: Maybe you want to stay like this forever. So warm and tingly and speared open in all consuming pleasure. 
His body slumps against yours, relaxed and utterly at peace. In the numbing midst of his high, Alhaitham’s mind is for once, a couple beats slower than his palpitating heart.
“I love you.” 
He wasn’t thinking when it had slipped out of his mouth. The words came so naturally, rolled off his tongue so easily. It’s too late by the time he realizes just what he’s said; he hopes to god you didn’t hear him, but it’s the only thing you catch amongst all the white noise. He loves you. Alhaitham loves you. 
It replays on a loop inside your head but your jumbled mess of a brain can only process so much right now. “Love… you…” you barely manage to scrape out. He quiets your empty babbles with another kiss, muffling your whines as he gently—though reluctantly—pulls out of your embrace. You shudder and whine at the loss.
“Easy now,” he soothes, distracting you with praises and soft pecks to your temples. To you, the emptiness in your cunt feels all too foreign, but he can’t help but stare at the lecherous sight of your combined fluids dripping out of your hole. He can already picture it in his head; the wet noise of your slick and his cum, all shoved back into you so that not a single drop is wasted…
Alhaitham shakes the thought from his head, forcibly tearing his eyes away before his own mind can betray him. He excuses himself before soon returning with a glass of water and a warm, wet towel in hand.
Slowly but surely, your lungs steady, and the fog dissipates, and you’re finally able to anchor yourself back to reality. A reality where your throat is dry, hoarse from all the retrospectively embarrassing sounds he had dragged out of you, and your limbs feel so heavy, as if your bones have all but dissolved into jelly.
“Gonna clean you up, okay?” 
With your permission, he helps sit you up, passing you the glass of water before he begins wiping off the excess fluid between your legs. The towel is rough against the still sensitive skin of your inner thighs, making you jolt. Immediately, he utters an awkward apology, looking up to gauge your reaction. 
Water, split from the sudden movement, drips down your chin. Loose pieces of hair stick to your forehead; the thin sheen of sweat that coats your skin makes sure of that. To look so disheveled yet so gorgeous at the same time… you’re absolutely enchanting in the afterglow. A flicker of pride rushes through him—he did that. The proof was in the bites and bruises littered across your skin. He smiles, sheer adoration present in his eyes. 
Your soft giggle breaks his train of thought. “What are you—” A yawn. “What are you looking at?” The chirp in your tone peaks just the tiniest bit out of your sleep-laden voice, but you’re too worn out to wait for an answer, opting to fall back onto the mattress instead. It’s not long before you fully yield to the exhaustion.
You look so peaceful in your sleep, so human, that he almost forgets you’re not. Still, he wonders how it would feel to hold you in his arms as he sleeps. To wake up beside you and watch as the sunlight illuminates your features.
Would it be selfish of him to indulge just a little more?
Tossing the towel aside, he joins you under the safety of his covers. He wraps an arm around your frame, pulling you close, holding you right next to where his heart beats in his chest. Alhaitham presses a soft, last kiss to the top of your head before he too, drifts off to sleep. 
When morning comes and the golden sun arises, everything will return as it was. Dreams and other such wishful delights are of the moon’s sovereignty, so tonight, let him hold on to this reverie for just a little while longer.
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a/n2: This was my very first smut piece so I hope you enjoyed :’) Since this is an extra chapter, I tried not to include any details that would drive the plot too much, but ending it with just a tiny bit of angst to transition to the next part. thank u for reading ! ♡
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yuutx · 2 months
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ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! (𝒜𝐿𝐻𝒜𝐼𝒯𝐻𝒜𝑀)
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al haitham x f!reader . 18+ content. ⟆ nsfw + unprotected sex/raw sex. praise kink. pussy slapping/pussy spanking (?) . creampie. clit rubbing + pinching. ⟆ mdom + fsub ⟆ not proofread ! (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)
more alhaithammm ! i know i just recently wrote a fic about him but . . . i just can't get enough. also plsss give me some suggestions on what character i should write for next,, im a little stuck lol ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !
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The slap resounded through the room, the sting of his palm against your aching cunt leaving you breathless. A moan escaped you, your head thrown back, hips canting down towards him, seeking more of the sweet, delicious friction that accompanied the sharp sting. The heat that settled between your thighs was nearly unbearable, your entire body alight with pleasure as he thrust into you, each snap of his hips sending you hurtling closer and closer to the precipice of your own pleasure. Your cunt throbbed, your belly tightening with the promise of release, the tell-tale signs that your climax was approaching. You could hardly contain the gasps and whimpers that fell from your lips, a steady stream of sounds and noises, a lewd cacophony of the sweet, delicious pleasure the man above you was providing you with.
He grunted, his brows furrowing with the effort of fucking into you, his hands gripping your hips as he guided your pussy down his cock, the way you fluttered around him so, so sinfully good. The slap of skin meeting skin rang out through the room, the sounds of your slick squelching with the force of his thrusts and the lewd noises of him fucking into you a melody to his ears. You were absolutely drenched, your arousal coating his cock and pelvis, the evidence of just how much you loved him dripping onto the sheets below you. He groaned, the sound deep and throaty, his head tilting forward to watch the way you took his cock, how your cunt swallowed him up.
His palm met the wet heat of your pussy once more, and the shock that rippled through you had you crying out, a moan tumbling from your lips. You jolted with every strike to your clit, your cunt clenching around him and only serving to spur him on. Your eyes fluttered shut, and he clicked his tongue, displeased by your disobedience.
"Look at me." He commanded, and the sheer force of his voice had your eyes snapping open, your gaze meeting his. He smirked, the look in his eyes positively sinful, his fingers coming to pinch your clit as he continued to drive into you. The pressure that had been steadily building inside you began to crest, the promise of an orgasm looming just out of reach. Your eyes were locked on his, the look of pure, unadulterated bliss written on your features driving him absolutely wild. He leaned forward, his nose brushing against yours as he captured your lips in a bruising kiss.
"Cum for me, sweet girl. Be a good girl and cum all over my cock. I want to feel you fall apart." He whispered against your lips, the sensual cadence of his words sending you spiraling. His pace picked up, his hand working furiously at your clit, his fingers pressing against the sensitive nub just the way he knew you liked it. The way he spoke to you, the low, gravelly quality of his voice as he encouraged you, had your body trembling. You were so close, the tight coil of pleasure in your stomach winding ever tighter, and you chased after your high, desperate for the mind-numbing bliss he was so readily giving you.
Your hips bucked desperately, your body trembling with the force of your oncoming orgasm. Your walls fluttered around him, your body tightening, and his mouth descended upon yours again, swallowing up your moans as you came. You cried out, the intensity of the pleasure too much for you, your cunt convulsing and your back arching. You came with a sob, your climax washing over you, the feeling unlike anything else. Alhaitham's movements grew erratic, his thrusts stuttering as he followed you into oblivion, a low groan spilling from his lips as his release crashed over him. His seed spurted inside you, hot and thick, his hips stilling as he filled you up. You sighed, your body slumping, the pleasure making you feel boneless, sated, and absolutely blissful.
"Such a good girl for me." He cooed, his lips pressing a kiss to your forehead. He pulled out of you, the drag of his cock along your sensitive walls causing you to whimper. You winced as he pulled out, your cunt aching, the sensitivity too much. He chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.
"Oh? Painful already?"
You flushed, unable to form a response. His hand caressed the wet folds of your pussy, and he chuckled at the way you flinched.
"Poor thing," He said, the smirk on his lips betraying his true intentions. "Perhaps you shouldn't have been such a naughty girl then, hm?"
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As We Are, We Will Be
Summary: A nonsensical question is proposed in one singular moment between a stoic and stoic face in one singular universe.
Word Count: 9k (It was supposed to be short and sweet-)
Tags: Alhaitham X Fem! Reader, Smut, NSFW, Fluff, a lot of fluff, slight angst, soulmate au, slow fic, established relationship, married life, Soft! Alhaitham, attempts at comedy, mentions of aging, slightly jealous! Alhaitham, mutual pinning, soft sex, vanilla, safe sex (wrap it up), riding (cowgirl), fingering, slow sex, making love, really bad expatiations of scientific theories and math, just two nerds in love.
Authors Note: Happy belated birthday and Valentine's Day to my favorite dendro nerd. A continuation of this piece, one I hold dear. A thought experiment based on nothing more than the feverish delirium of love.
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It was just for a moment. 
A mere pasting instance in the contentious momentum of time when a glimmer caught your eyes in the muddled chatter of a crowd, a silver shimmer like starlight.
Interrupting your contemplation as your eyes impulsively search for the source.
A late morning on a Saturday, the markets and stalls were lively with families replenishing a week's worth of groceries. Bodies veering and easing through the bustle of the busty streets.
The wide breadth of life that moved all around you. Like a collection of small dots within the vastness of a universe. 
But amid the vast collection of blurry faces were the flicker of silvery locks refracting the late morning light. Originating from a pair, an elderly lady and an elderly man, their aged hands intertwined. 
Time had made her marks upon them, and gravity had pulled down on their wrinkled faces. Yet, the ends of their lips were pointed toward the sky. The corners of their eyes wrinkled as their gazes held each other's faces. 
From their view, do they not see the starlight hue of their hair? Instead, do they still see the vibrancy and youth of their locks which age had stolen from them? 
The image of each other reflected in their irises, was it from a time before the hands of gravity pulled on their creased skin and bowed bones? Would you ever be able to find out? 
“I wasn’t aware you had a hobby of people-watching.” A baritone voice ghosts over your ear. 
Jolting your head to your right, you come face to face with the interruption. Or perhaps, your mind finally registered Alhaitham’s presence just off to the side of you. His arms were weighted down with various bags. 
Oh, that’s right, the markets and stalls were lively on the weekend with families restocking groceries for the upcoming week. You and Alhaitham were no different. 
Glancing up at his ashen trestles and then scanning back at the starlight locks of the elderly couple, and then back to your husband. 
“Hmm, not quite. Just noting the fact your hair is the same color as an old man’s, Haitham.” You catch the subtle twitch of his brow. 
“Is that so? I hope you are aware you’re not immune to the inevitably of aging, wife,” Alhaitham returns your jest. 
“Well, with your hair color and grumpiness, I’d say you’re already halfway there.” 
“I needn’t expound on your equivalent levels of grumpiness, it won’t be long before your locks share the same ashen hue.” 
“I guess that’s why we get along then, dear husband.” 
“That’s one theory,” he huffs, a simple tone lacking any bite.
You pan your face back toward the crowd, partly because it’s getting harder to hold the neutral position of your lips, partly because your curiosity aches for an untold conclusion. 
However, when your gaze returned to the ever-bustling sea of people, the pair of starlight hues were nowhere to be found. It was regrettable, but expected, the elderly couple were nothing more than a pair of strangers in a crowd full of unfamiliar faces.
They were just a brief scene that disappeared into the moving tides of people. 
Leaving you with your unresolved musings. 
“Is there anything else we need for the week?” 
Alhaitham’s voice reels your consciousness back, swiftly you check the crinkled slip of parchment within your hand. Scanning down the list of written items, all with a neat little line crossed through their immaculately penned letters. 
“It looks like we got everything we need.” You tuck the list into your pocket. 
“Then it’s best we get home before our groceries are spoiled by the heat.” Alhaitham readjusts the bags in his hands. 
A hum takes its place as your response. Pivoting your body in the direction of your shared home. From the corner of your field of view, his strides were paced to coincide with your shorter steps. 
Studying the numerous bags occupying his hands, you can’t help but think it’s quite convenient to have someone as robust as your husband. Maybe it's these weekly grocery runs that are the secret behind his physique. 
Discreetly, your hand slowly slips between the gap of his arm and body, linking your elbows together. So that your frame and his could withstand the push and pull of the crowd’s contentious momentum. 
The neutrality of your lips had long slipped away, softened by the familiarity of his warmth. Even as your eyes were pointed on the path ahead, you had an inkling that a similar occurrence was mirrored on his lips as well. 
An inquiry your curiosity didn’t need to peek to resolve. 
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That ache for an untold conclusion morphed into a new musing by the afternoon. 
The silver shimmer from that elderly couple’s hair truly was like starlight. Perhaps that’s the correlation that steered your thoughts down this winding path of pondering. 
Everyone, from those taking their first stumbling steps of youth to the slowed cane-assisted tramps in their golden years, is technically billions of years old. Or more accurately, the atoms and minerals in everyone are billions of years old. 
The carbon in muscles, the calcium in bones, and the iron in blood were all forged in the hearts of bygone stars. When those bright beacons burned out they exploded in one last finale, expelling those materials across interstellar space. Stardust that found its way here. 
Here within you, and here within the slow breaths of the man in front of you. 
After being around for billions of years, does stardust ever get exhausted? 
That would be a sensible explanation for why Alhaitham had snuck away amidst hanging up freshly washed laundry. 
His tall frame stretched the expanse of the couch as his starlight lashes were shut, shamelessly relishing in a nap under the streams of sunlight trickled in from the window. 
Squatting down you observe the guiltless expression plastered over his resting face, still deep in the trenches of sleep, a small huff passes through your lips. Well, this morning you did have him carry all the groceries from the market back home.
Your husband does deserve this little nap.
Trailing your eyes down his neck you note the lack of a pillow, then as your gaze travels further you note the absence of a blanket as well. Internally, your mind tsks at this forgetful habit of his. 
Although his body and yours still have youth coursing through your veins, it doesn’t mean they’ll remain as impervious as they are now later down the line, especially if preventative measures aren’t taken.
Like having a pillow to support one’s neck, or a blanket to prevent chills from plaguing the body. 
Standing back to full height, you retrieved the missing artifacts, returning with a plush pillow and light comforter.  
Even when his head was momentarily lifted to make space for the pillow, and when the spare comforter was draped over him, Alhaitham didn’t stir one bit. At times you can’t determine if he’s a light sleeper or if his stubbornness refuses to leave the plain of dreams. 
It’s a true wonder of life how Alhaitham’s able to sleep so soundly at night given his extensive naps. 
The vivid sunlight illuminated patterns upon his cheeks and trestles, causing the ashen strands to dazzle in their refraction of the afternoon light. A sight your eyes just couldn’t help but be enraptured by. 
Maybe you could blame the warmth of the sunlight, or maybe the serenity of this quiet Saturday afternoon, or perhaps even these fickle inquiries about his naps for the yawn that left your lips. Now might be the prime time for some research. 
Lifting up the comforter just enough for an opportunity to slip through, your body settles in the space right against his. It’s crowded on the couch, the cushions unprepared for two bodies to occupy its entirety, the open edge looming against your back.
Even after all the shuffling and pressing against his dozing frame, your husband didn’t budge a bit. 
Leaden lashes still shut and lips set in that all too familiar line, chest rhythmically rising and falling in time with yours. The very image of unperturbedness under the blessing of sleep. 
“You really are like an old man.” 
At that mere jab, the corners of his lips tugged down while his eyes remained closed. A quick slip that confirmed your earlier suspicions. 
“Who knew you were so talented in acting, Haitham,” you snicker. 
A muscular arm soon enveloped your form, further pressing you against his chest as if to silence any more sardonic quips from entering his ears. 
It was quite the challenge to stifle those giggles before they could erupt from your lips. Peeking up, there’s an ever-so-subtle lift at the corners of his mouth. An express which yours mirrored. 
Studying the details of the lips just a breath away, a new musing worms its way into your thoughts:
 When the hands of gravity and time start to pull down on his skin and yours the same, leaving wrinkles and creases in their wake, will the edges of his lips still curl like this? 
Would yours mirror the same? 
A second yawn sneaks past your lips as your lashes grow heavier with each fluttering blink. Claiming a corner of the pillow to lay your head upon, the seconds between each subsequent blink grew longer and longer until your lids were too heavy to lift. 
Perhaps the stardust in your bones was exhausted, craving a short rest in his warmth. 
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There’s something against your back and your legs are tangled in something, sensations which gradually alert your dozing sense back from the fog of slumber.
At first, you only had the strength to peek open one lid, then promptly shut it. But in the nothingness behind your eyelids, something was halting your limps from stretching the weariness out from themselves. 
You tried again, this time fluttering both sets of lashes apart ever so slightly. There’s a dry film coating your throat and mouth, feeling the impressions of the couch cushions and bundled comforter imprinted into your skin.  
What time was it?
Blinking away the haze of sleep just enough to notice how the golden rays of a star were missing. A gray overlay was plastered over the living room despite the ticking clock hands displaying that it was late afternoon.
Peering back through the window behind, observing the congregating insipid clouds blocking out the azure sky. 
A sure sign of rain despite the morning forecast. Rain… wasn’t there something left unfinished on the clotheslines outside? The groggy recollection of responsibilities creeps into the forefront of your mind. 
The reign of your weary limbs slowly returns, and your legs languidly attempt to stretch out from the reveal they were caught in. However, their movements only caused a pair of longer limbs to ensnarl them further.
Alhaitham’s legs promptly caught yours, stifling any prospect of escape. 
Your displeased whine was responded with a disgruntled groan by the man keeping your body locked against his. 
Wasn’t your back looming just about the edge of the couch when you fell asleep? So why are you in this position now?
Your body wedged between the plush backing of the couch and his solid frame, the comforter swaddling you also didn’t aid in your immobility. Brawny arm draped over your waist, halting your feeble squirms at freedom. 
“The laundry,” you mumble.
“Later.” A blunt interjection from a groggy voice. 
“It’s going to rain.” 
“Less than a 30% chance.” 
“Haitham…” 
Your husband simply burrows his head deeper into the leveled pillow, likely an attempt to leverage the cushy material to block out your grievances. His ashen lashes still stubbornly shut, much to your displeasure.
“Alhaitham.”
No fluctuations in your volume nor tone, but it was enough for one teal eye to peek out from under ashen lashes. Trailing up to a subtle frown to the furrow between your brow, then finally meeting your unamused stare.
“Laundry,” you try again. 
A silent stare down, one stone face gazing upon an equally stoic face, like an immovable object pressed against an equally immovable object.
Which one will defend their title of most stubborn today? 
His chest expands with a deep breath, grasp enclosing around your waist before his teal gaze shamelessly vanishes behind closed lashes. Robust frame pinning you further to the back of the couch as he continues to ignore your huffy floundering. 
“Release me, don’t you dare-” 
Your grievance was soon muffled by a gentle hand pressing your cheek into his palatial chest. A move that stupefies the irksomeness bubbling within until it falls defeated into placidness. 
“Whether it be now or later, they’ll be clean regardless, it’s quite comfortable right here.” The resonance of his voice vibrates in his chest. 
You respond with a humbled grunt. In terms of strength you’d always lose to your feeble husband, wouldn’t you? 
There’s no point in peering up, for the pleased satisfaction of his resting face would bring a sour taste to your tongue. Thus, you merely adjust your limbs, coiling your arms around to his back and pulling his form closer.
It’s crowded on the couch, it’ll be troublesome if Alhaitham were to slip off the edge if his back were to stray any further. 
At this distance, entangled so closely together, the soft beats of his heart in time with yours like a rhythmic lullaby beckons the heavy to return to your eyelids.
The gentle drumming of his heartbeat coaxes out a final sigh from you, lashes descending down as your vision dims back into the realm of slumber. 
Slow breaths and heartbeats homogenize into a tender duet, tranquil enough to distract from the sporadic pattering against the glass and gradually increase in consistency. 
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A less than 30% chance of rain doesn’t mean that there’s a greater than 70% chance of no rain. It’s merely a statistical probability of 0.01 units of more precipitation at a given area in the given forecast area in the time period specified. 
Known as the precipitation probability, calculated based on two factors: 
The forecaster's certainty that precipitation will form or move into the area X The areal coverage of precipitation that is expected, then multiplied by 100. 
Thus, if the forecaster were 90% certain that 30% of the forecast area would receive rain, then the forecast displayed on screens would read as a 27% chance of rain.
A crucial bit of information that seemed to have slipped his mind midst a quiet afternoon. 
A troublesome miscalculation Alhaitham tsks at internally as he wrings out the pillowcase into a sink before tossing it back into the washing machine. Button-down shirts and blouses, wrinkled from the process of twisting out as much rainwater as possible, sat in damp piles awaiting their turn to be rewashed. 
As he measures out the detergent he can hear the rattles and clanks of the pot and pans from the kitchen. A late dinner in preparation, a task which was supposed to be his this week.
When he woke up to the pattering of rain drumming against the window panes, the afternoon long gone, it stirred an ever-so-sinking pit of dread. Second only to the unamused stare of his wife as she replicated an overconfident statement:
“Less than a 30% chance, Alhaitham?”
How unfortunate it all was, that the area where this quaint house resides was part of that 30% of the forecasted area.
Teal eyes watch the bedsheets whirl and fumble as they spin in the wash, contemplating the circumstance and further action. 
There is only one spare bedding set in the closet, so it’d be wise to allow you to have it for tonight as all the sheets and covers get rewashed and dried.
Your bed is about the same size as his, so two bodies wouldn’t have an issue fitting. At this rate, the two of you just slept in whichever bed was the most convenient. 
However, given the current state of things, Alhaitham wonders if he should prepare himself to brave tonight on his bare mattress with a flimsy spare blanket and pillow.
He might as well return to the couch for tonight if that was the case. 
The accumulation of all the years of science, mathematics, and research, Alhaitham wonders if there was ever a bright mind who came up with a formula to calculate how displeased one’s wife is.
What would be the factors plugged into the equation? And how accurate would it be? 
More specifics needed to be gathered, something the man couldn’t do in the refugee of the laundry room. Thus, Alhaitham must brave a journey into the kitchen. His slipper-clad footsteps are slow and methodical as the kitchen appears from around the corner of the hallway.
Sights honed in on your back as you stood by the stove, a rich aroma wafting through the air. 
Sleep still dusted your hair, evident in the few unruly strands sticking up erratically on your head, you made no attempt at fixing it. One hand is too occupied with stirring the pot on the stove, and the other set upon your hip.
Your stance wasn’t exactly tipping the scales in his favor. 
Cautiously, Alhaitham made his way to you. Stopping just a few paces as your eyes peer over your shoulder, stoic gaze halting him in place just a few paces away. The faded imprint of the crumpled blankets and couch cushions on your cheek.
His hand twitches with the urge to run his thumb along the impressions, but rationally warns him of the consequences. 
“The laundry?” No discernable tone in your voice. 
“Everything has been collected and wrung out, I’ll rewash everything tomorrow.” It’s best to answer your questions this time. 
“Hmm, they were out in the rain for quite a while now. They were dripping out onto the floor when you brought them in.” 
“I’ve mopped away any rain and mud tracked between the back door and laundry room.” Teal eyes quickly checked the aforementioned area to ensure they were pristine before returning to you. 
“Hmm.” You turn back towards the stove. 
The soft ticks of the clock accompany the waning drums of raindrops against the glass, the kitchen hood whirring as a ladle continues to stir in a pot. A quiet lull engulfed the home. Treading on the side of caution, Alhaitham inhales deeply. 
Without opening the box, one will never be able to confirm to fate of Schrödinger's cat. 
“What’s for dinner?” 
“Hmm? Well, it’s raining tonight, what better to eat on a rainy night than some Sabz Meat Stew, no?” 
He’s careful to not sigh too audibly, lest he goes to bed with a stomach half-full of instant noodles and that miffed stare of yours.
Alhaitham decides to hold his tongue as teal eyes continue to watch you add more spices to the pot. Studying how nicely the apron is tied around your waist. 
But it wouldn’t be wise of him to stand so close when the fabric of his shirt was still damp with rainwater transferred to him by the soaked laundry and sky. 
His chain of thought was interrupted by the chimes of your phone on the countertop, catching your eyes as well as his to peek at the over. A certain name is displayed across the screen. It’s as if the hands of fate wanted to throw more salt into his face. 
Bahram (Manager)
It’s a Saturday night, for what reason would an employer need to contact an employee so late?
Alhaitham’s focus shifts to your gaze which is still honed in on the screen. A bitter tinge crawls up the tip of his tongue, threatening to spoil his appetite. Perhaps, he wouldn’t mind settling down in his bare bed with just a spare comforter without dinner tonight.
“Can you reject the call for me? He can wait until Monday to get me to resolve whatever he messed up,” you scoff before rolling your eyes back to the stove. 
Swiftly he swipes to decline the call, let your voicemail remind Bahram of the concept of ‘off time’. The phone whirs again right after the first rejection, but he simply swipes decline again.
Pushing the device away with a bit too much satisfaction in his veins. 
Glancing back at your frame, he lets out a sigh as he relents. Resting his head into the crook of your neck, careful to leave a bit of distance between your bodies and to not hamper your shoulder’s movement. 
“Hm?” You hum expectantly. 
“It was my oversight tonight.” A string of words a bit unfamiliar on his tongue, but stubbornness hasn’t been in his favor tonight. 
“And?”
“I’ll be more cautious regarding naps.” 
“Hmph.” 
The lull returns, him resting his head on your shoulder and you continuing to watch over the stew. Teal eyes on you and your eyes on the stove. Until your shoulders raise with a deep inhale. 
“Go get changed out of that wet shirt then set the table, this bastardized version of ‘soup’ will be ready in 20 minutes.” You reach for a skillet just off to the side. 
He hums this time, the liberation from treading in suffocating lull tugs at the end of his lips. He surmises that laying his head against you for a few moments more won’t be so consequential. 
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The patter of raindrops still splattered against the glass panes of the window, drops which warped and blurred the scenery beyond the glass. Not that there’s any scenery to look at, not with the dreary clouds crowding the sky. 
A heavy sigh huffs through your nose, curling onto your side as you adjust your pillow. 
A filling dinner, a warm shower, and soft comforters. Factors that should contribute to a restful night’s sleep, or at the very least make your eyelids weary with the weight of lethargy.
Yes, perhaps those components should’ve granted you entry into the reprieve of a dream. 
If it wasn’t for the fact you’ve intruded into the domain of slumber twice already today. 
And the tempter who lured you to do so currently has his arm wrapped around your waist. 
Alhaitham’s chest rises and falls against your back, soundly asleep without an ounce of guilt over the predicament he’s partly responsible for. 
Lifting your head off the flattened pillow, your body twists around to fluff the stale stuffing back up before settling back to your position.
His body rested against yours just as it would any other night. But there’s a weight at the corners of your lips, one only grew heavier as your ears witnessed each content exhale resounding from the man who seemingly stole your sleep. 
If you were crueler, you would’ve exiled Alhaitham to the couch or his barren mattress. 
However, he’d probably sleep just fine regardless. 
Canting your head up, you flip your pillow to the other side once more. 
Your rolls and rhythm were abruptly interrupted by the clasp of two harsh hands pulling your hips into his, the contours of his rigor now digging into the plush of your ass. Forcing a stunned gasp up your throat.
“It seems like my wife has quite a bit of energy.” His timbre deeper from grogginess. 
Ah, all the twisting and turning you did just to adjust the troublesome pillow must've disturbed him. 
The softness of your ass cradled against his pelvis through the thin material of a button-down, an item borrowed from his closet that you’ve designated as sleepwear, and his sweatpants. 
‘Serves him right.’ 
Your attempts to twist out from his iron-clad hold only ground your ass more against the stiffness, earning a grumble from his lips. 
“Oh? And who’s fault is it?” You retort, still protesting in his hold. 
Snaking one hand downwards Alhaitham presses against your lower stomach to arch your ass further into him. Leaning his face closer to yours. 
“Do you want me to take responsibility?” His whisper ghosts over the shell of your ear.
You could feel the pads of his fingertips tracing under the loose button-down.
“Shouldn’t you resolve the issues you’ve caused?” A huff leaves you.
The outline of his shape pressed along your skin, the plushness of your bottom contrasting against the rigidity. 
“I can say the same to you.” 
The pads of his fingers trail up your heated skin, crawling along your torso, feathering touches alighting your senses like sparks. Massaging the tired yet restless muscles. You sigh in contentment.
The billowing button-down dragged up by his vascular hand, unveiling your skin to the cool sheets. Wandering touches slow as they rest in the valley of your breasts. His fingers enclose around one mount, gently twisting the defenseless nipple.
“H-hey! Hmph-“ Barely catching a moan before it fled past sealed lips. 
“Hm?” His lips are now right next to your ears. “Surely you foresaw this, I’m just helping my wife with all her excess energy.”
His forgotten hand made its presence known as it kneaded your hips, cunning touches breaching under the feeble defenses of your panties. Effortlessly brushing them to the side, long fingers encroaching closer to their destination. 
Your thighs react, squeezing together to prevent him from venturing further. Unfortunately, it was all in vain, for his fingertips already dipped into an all too familiar sap.
“See, you seem quite eager,” he taunts.
Stubbornly, your body attempts to buckle away from his influence. Face firmly pointed away from his lest he peeks at your heated cheeks. 
Alhaitham abandons the perch on your breast, two large hands attempting to tame the bucks and rolls of your hips. He releases a slow sigh into the crook of your neck. 
“Are you not feeling it tonight?” His hands remain where they were, but the strength missing.
At the lack of resistance, your hips seem to have lost interest in their writhing, staying within his yielding hold. Internally, you chiding your body for being so straightforward. The only thing blocking an answer from exiting your throat was that fickle ego of yours. 
“Won’t you allow me to make up for my blunders today, wife?” He soothes his hand along your leg.
With that stubborn ego of yours still biting down on your tongue, you simply nod your head. Feeling the heat of your cheeks reflected to you by the pillow. 
Permitting your thighs to give into the tow of his grasp. Allowing the grip of one large hand to pull your bent leg open, exposing your vulnerable cunt. Shielded from the view of the raindrops by a mere blanket. 
The hand snaked under your waist took swift advantage of the oppurtunity. Sliding one firm finger down to part the fold of your slit as his warm hand cups your greed. 
Alhaitham continued with the caresses of his fingers. Your lashes and lips pressed tightly shut, your leg still held in his tender hold. His slow breaths brush ghosting your skin. 
He spreads the slick along your slit, the tips of his fingers ever so often knocking against the bud at the very top. Teal eyes catch the sudden jolts of your body every time it happens. 
He moves his fingers downwards, slowly parting the now soft folds of your core. Feeling the subtle puckers of your entrance as his touch traced closer, more wetness dribbling out from the honeypot. 
The tip of his finger now encircles the fluttering hole. Your hip subtly bucked into his hand, as if to lure him in a soundless plea. 
Breaths getting deeper as your eyes follow his touch, the warm pad of his index finger twirling against your clit. Stoking a burgeoning fire with each slow circle. Your placid sighs fill the lull. 
His middle finger ventures past the entrance of your satin walls welcomed with a lewd squelch. Curling his finger against slick walls to test the give, he wonders if this hidden oasis is etched into his shape yet.
Diligently, his digit continues to sink in and out of your weeping hole, making your teeth sink into the flesh of your bottom lip. The squelches increased in volume as trickles of nectar began pooling on the sheets. Walls clamping around a lonely finger, it wasn’t enough to quell that mounting heat within. 
A second deft finger joined in, sliding past a hungry entrance. A tangled dance amongst gummy walls as they curled and stretched the space. The lewd squelches resounding in your ear, a whimper trapped in your throat. The heel of his warm palm now pressed flat against the soft mound of your cunt, every movement of his hand resulting in a grind against your clit. 
Each grind causes a hot flash to shock throughout your body, starting from your curled toes to the very top of your head. The jostling of your hips and legs gradually expels the blanket off the bed. 
“Mmph!” A whine from a sudden surge of bliss when his thick fingers curled against a spongy patch deep within. 
“T-there! More there!”
Your body writhes, no longer docile under the white searing pleasure frying the ends of every nerve within your being. 
He gladly obliges. Unrelenting rhythm slipping in and out of your convulsing walls. Ensuring to grind against that spongey patch.
 Your body twitches and flails in reaction. Trying to find some way to handle this surcharge of sensations. 
Legs instinctively wanting to shut together as if to cease this turbulent sensation, unfortunately, your pitiful strength gave no resistance against his rigid hold.
Piqued by the sweet tune, Alhaitham watches the scrunch in your trembling brows. He repeats his actions, another mewl leaves your lips as your head leans further into his shoulder.
The mellow pace of his fingers suddenly amps up, retreating out only to clap back in as his palm presses into the twitching bud. 
“Ah! Haitham.”
A pressure mounting up, a sirens call beckoning you closer and closer to a hazardous cliff’s edge. The only foundation for your sanity is thousand-count fabric, thus you twist the silk fibers as tremors overtake your body.
Walls clamping down to trap his thick digits inside as it spasms. Muscles tensing and quivering as your back arches away from his chest, parted lips with nothing choking past them. 
Three thick fingers sink deeper into your pussy without a hint of resistance, as a reward he makes sure to roll your overstimulated clit in firm circles with his palms. Judging from the violent tremors in your legs, it seemed you were almost there. 
Just at the cusp of rapture when your hand tangles into his ashen-locks, canting your head back so that your panting lips could capture his. Alhaitham returns to gesture with just as much fervor in his kiss, swallowing down your sweet mewls for himself. 
With a singular gasp, the siren’s call had beckoned your sanity to drown in the murky depths. It’s as if you lost control of your body to the possession of pleasure.
Eyes rolled back and lips broke away as breathy moans escaped the prison of your throat, a haze heavy over your thoughts, pride long lost amongst the gale of an orgasm. 
The beckoning depths of euphoria welcome your descent. 
Your limp frame rests against him. A light layer of sweat coating your panting chest, blurred vision merging and blending the details of the ceiling above the bed.
Alhaitham coaxes the contractions of your core, riding out the waves of their squeezes and sucks against his fingers. Earning an addictive whimper from you when his digits pulled away. Entranced by the glimmering string of nectar stretching between his fingers and your oasis. 
Trailing back up to your face, he notes the return of your hazy irises from their ogle of the bedroom ceiling. 
“Better?” Teal gaze watching the pants of your chest as they steady. 
‘No, not at all’, a statement just at the tip of your tongue, but your lips were busy attempting to grasp deep breaths. The surplus of vigor festering into unquenchable desire. To be closer, deeper, more. You needed more. 
Where words fail, action must take its place. Even before your mind finishes up the scheme brewing within, your lips catch him off guard, plush lips embracing his in a tender waltz.
Your body rolls back so that your breast can press against his chest through the thin fabric of his stolen shirt.
At the tender caress of your kiss, teal eyes disappear behind ashen lashes, the clasp of his grip loosening. Allowing you the mobility to finally pull your body on top of his, lips never once parting until you were finally settled atop his broad body.
A certain stiffness makes its reintroduction against your roused clit.
Breaking the seal of the kiss as a line of salvia stretches between your tongues, arms pushing against his firm chest to prop your body up as you gaze down at him.
“Still have too much energy?” Haughty eyes peer into yours, yet you can see the ardor oh so thinly concealed behind the brilliant teal. 
“What do you mean? Aren’t you the eager one?” You hum, rolling your hips against the rigidness trapped behind the prison of sweatpants.
“Hmm.” He sucks in a breath through his teeth. 
Large hands feel down along the plumpness of your ass as they drag a flimsy bit of fabric down your thighs. Daintier hands pull down the hem of sweatpants and briefs. 
A fair exchange. Him helping you out of those ruined panties, and you freeing him from a compressed prison of cloth. Discarded and forgotten along the floorboards as the fog of passion obscured them from further consideration.
His vascular hands slide down the curves of your body, settling on your hip as your legs plant themselves on either side of his body. Alhaitham coaxes the hem of his stolen button-down just above your midriff. Sharp eyes surveying the puffiness of your clit, glistening with temptation. 
Lowering your hips a breathy sigh leaves his lips and yours as the ridges of his cock drag against your slick folds. A few slow rolls starting from his leaking tip sliding down, thick veins skimming against your swollen clit. Precum mixing with arousal in a sinful concoction along his length. 
Perhaps he should convince you to participate in more naps if he knew it’d make you this excitable. 
“Oh,” you hum aloud, pausing your hips as you reach over to the bedside table.
Pulling open the drawer and rustling about a box followed by the crinkling of foil. Holding up the corner of the packet to your lip, tearing the foil while your gaze held his. Taking your time in dragging the condom out from its package. Easing it down his length while your fingers traced along, feeling each twitch and shudder. 
“You sure do know how to test my patience.” 
“Hmm?” You feign innocence. 
A pair of shaky breaths mingle as Alhaitham helps position his engorged tip at your dripping entrance. Your hand guides him while raising your hips.
Other hand pressing his chest down for support as your thighs sink back down, a shameful squelch accompanying heavy breaths as your walls welcome his cock’s fat head.
Weeping pussy engulfing his girth in bit by bit until you clit kisses his pelvis. Sending jolts of searing pleasure that caused your satin walls to twitch and tighten. 
Releasing a breathy sigh as you gather your senses.
Drawing out his cock inch by thick inch, sloppy trails of arousal caught on each ridge before dropping back down. Earning low grunts and sighs each time your satin walls swallowed his girth. The rhythm of your hips is paced and controlled despite how Alhaitham’s fingers dug into your skin. 
A whine living your drooling lips with each slap of his skin against your clit. Pushing each tantalizing inch to stroke your starved walls until his skin claps against yours with a wet kiss. The bedframe creaks with each calculated movement, back and forth, back and forth the wood sings along. 
Your head was light, intoxicated by a feverish potion of lust and desire. Feeling him reach the deepest depths, fat tip grinding against those spots which made your legs falter momentarily each time.
Utilizing the strength of both your arms now to support yourself. However, the jolts of pleasure that shot up your spine with each roll of your hips were too maddening to stop. 
His calloused fingers massage circles into your hips. Squeezing the plush flesh to ground his sanity, watching your lewd face as you shamelessly bounced on him for your pleasure. Observing the subtle ripples with each slap of your hips and the jumps of your perky breast. 
The ghostly touches of your fingers skim across his lips, prompting his eyes to connect with yours. Lush and glossy lips parted with your deep pants as your lust-hazed eyes peer down at him, unspoken plea inscribed within them. Who is he to not fulfill your desires?
Lurching his upper body up, he answers your plea, capturing your lips with his. Swiping his tongue against your bottom lip, deepening the kiss. A messy and feverish tangle as if to replace the air in your lungs with his. 
Mewls and whimpers muffled by his skin, your hands moving to perch themselves on his broad shoulders. Your quivering legs grew limp as the strength of his hands took over. Barely processing the sweet nothings whispered as your core relishes in the fullness. Like an ache that’s been finally satisfied. 
He wondered if tonight’s excessive vigor was fraying his control, or if your body was just this addictive. 
By now any notion of decency and integrity has long left you, your hand clawing into his shoulders, marking him with the scars of rapture. A harsh thrust of his hips recoils through you, a wanton moan reverbing off the walls as it forces your tangled lips to part. 
Tongue unable to produce anything other than strained moans, your head nods into his broad shoulder as your hips ground against his. The wet squelch announces the reciprocation of your walls. 
The intervals of those unrelenting rams increasing between the tender thrusts, half-lidded eyes trained on the shivers of your body. Cock sliding against satin ridges of your wall. Grunts and pants reverberate through his throat, teeth clenching as your heat engulfs him again. Reaching deeper into your welcoming core as your lips fall open. 
“Is this not enough?” You could feel the mirth in his whisper. 
Closer, deeper, more. You want more. Walls aching for more, for his girth to jostle your core more, to extinguish this all-consuming heat within you. Hips floundering in harmony with breathy mewls. 
Pressing libidinous kisses along his throat feeling the vibrations of his grunts and pants, a deep chuckle was soon felt against your lips.
“Good grief you are a greedy little thing aren’t you.” 
A deafening slam of skin resounds through the heavy air, swiftly followed by another and another. A new tempo in this waltz of passion takes over like a wave sweeping both of you out to a sea of indulgence.
Possessed by the desperation of chasing a white light, your hand rakes deeper into his toned arms. Seizing anything to prevent your mind from abandoning your sinful body as his girth twitches within your velvety folds. 
Sanity like a foolish sailor who’s beckoned by the lure of a siren’s voice, uncaring of the rocks which will sink them to the very bottom of the bemused tides. Keening against your husband shamelessly, a shameless wife on the cusp of her second fall into ecstasy. 
The heavy scent of lust, the smothering heat, his unrelenting and unshakable thrusts amalgamating into the spark that lit your nerves alight. Toes arched into the air and eyes reaching the back of your head. Sobs and incoherent babbles resounding through the room. 
Your devious walls clamped around his dick with maddening convulsions, gummy muscles suckling against his girth eager to quell your aching greed. It was too much. 
His fingers claw into your soft hips, pressing your cunt flush against his hips with a sloppy slap of skin. The bulbous tip prodding against that weakness deep within you. Bruising grip holding your body in place as his lips crash back into yours.
Swallowing down his breathless groans with your sweet mewls and praddles.
A heat is spilled into the rubber, making your greedy walls quiver amidst the aftershocks of ecstasy. Alhaitham’s hips twitch with each subsequent rip of his orgasm, thrusting his length further into your crowded cavity with each one. The filthiness of it all prolongs your sinful depravity. 
Chest expanding with pants, your lopsided shirt falling further down your shoulder. Your eyes return from seeing blinding white, exhaustion drenching each fiber of your body.
Limp figure crumbling against your husband as his back lays back on the creaking headboard. Even before your worn mind could conjure a coherent thought, your hands caress his starlight tresses. 
As his own breath evades him Alhaitham releases one hand to cup your cheek, thumb brushing softly against your smoldering skin, guiding your lips back to his. 
Basking in the warmth forged between your bodies, between drumming heartbeats and breathless lungs. 
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Two bodies lay under silken sheets, skin freshly wiped clean of sweat as the crisp breeze brushed against the curtains gradually erasing the sinful haze. The cool air aids your rising and falling chest to pace itself. 
Muscles and bones heavy with fatigue, yet your eyes couldn’t bring themselves to retire behind shut lids. Not when those dreary clouds have finally retreated. 
The moon hangs high in the sky, finally free from the shroud of rain clouds, she sits among the twinkling dots. Twinkling dots were in actuality brilliant stars, some even larger and brighter than the beloved sun. 
Glimmering lustrously as they traverse through the contentious vacuum of space and past other nameless stars. A scene from a late-morning market trip wanders its way back from the depths of your memory, bringing its musings with it.
“Something on your mind?” A timbre voice beckons your conscious mind back from its trek.
Teal eyes set upon yours as your heads rest on plush pillows, just a breath away from one another.
“Hm, just senseless musings.” Your gaze shifts away from the window. 
In a changed world with millions of hands will your hands and his find each other to make two pairs of hands?
In a different time with a million pairs of legs, will your steps and his steps still coincide in time with each other 
In a new life with a sea of new faces, will a stoic face and another stoic face spot each other in the crowd? 
What is the likelihood of those odds? 
“If you keep letting your thoughts fester, it’ll only bring trouble upon yourself in the morning from sleep deprivation.” He shifts his position, supporting his cheek on his fist as he stares down at your face. 
You sigh because he spoke exactly what those whispers of rationale were urging you, but the scoffs of pride had deemed these rampant inquiries ‘childish’. However, it’s a bit hard to avoid his eyes now. 
“I was just musing about the soulmates concept again,” you confess. 
Alhaitham hums in curiosity. 
“Do you…” You take a deep breath, forcing the hard-to-vocalize question from your tongue. “Do you think we’ll only be together in this life?” 
He’s silent. Just the muted chorus of Summer crickets rejoicing over the conclusion of a rainstorm resounding through the space.
“In a different time, a different universe, or the next life, do you think we’ll be soulmates again?” You muster together the courage to peer up at his face. 
“I don’t recall ever reading an article or paper related to this topic, so it’ll be convoluted to get an answer.” He brings his other hand to his face, signifying his musings. 
Right, there isn’t even a definitive answer for what happens after life passes, an afterlife, a cycle, or nothing, no one knows. Was this the only universe where life exists or are there infinitely many far out there in the stars? Does anyone know?
Your hand pulls your blanket up to your face, partially to cover the growing shame creeping up your face. That haughty voice within was right, these baseless questions are silly and childish. Perhaps even too morbid to bring up so unprompted on this weekend night. 
What were you expecting Alhaitham to even do? Did you want him to give you an answer? What can he even do? A question you can’t even begin to understand, why would you even expect him to have some solution prepared? 
What to do now? Can you just take back your previous words from his memory, so he’ll just forget what you said? Maybe just ask him to quell any more mindless musings from plaguing you tonight by placing his lips on your forehead? So that you could finally drift into the realm of slumber. 
However, is that temporary solution enough? Enough to stifle the contentions and riddles clattering together into a clamorous ruckus in your head? Could sleep even spare you from their tumult? 
“The Membrane Multiverse Theory or reincarnation, hm, do you have any personal theories you’d like to share?” The sensation of his fingers grasping yours brings you back to reality. 
Glancing at him with a quirk in your brow, you wait for him to continue. 
“Who knows, maybe we’ll be the first to publish something for this topic.” His thumb runs along your knuckles. 
“So, is there a speculation or possible rationale you feel particular to?” Teal eyes reconnect with yours. 
“Well…” You sigh, relishing in the warmth of his hand as you concoct a half-baked theory. 
“There’s stardust from stars that had burst billions of years ago, that have somehow ended up on this planet. Subsequently, every being on earth has the atoms of stars in them. So, naturally by the law of conservation, the earth is where the atoms of the human body will return.”
“Based on the law that atoms cannot be created or destroyed?” He drones. 
“Yes, they all had to come from something before them. The carbon in muscles, the calcium in bones, and the iron in blood. The atoms that make up you and I might become part of something else, or even of different people too.” 
“Hm, that sounds probable.”
“But, then this brings up a whole new host of questions, such as, if the new people our atoms become a part of are even ‘us’? Will they ever meet? What if you become a tree and I a rock? What if the atoms of you end up on one side of Teyvat and I on the other end?”
You peer into his irises, but you were just searching for an answer that isn’t there. 
For his beryl irises were impassive. But it was the impassive foundation you needed to ground your rambling thoughts and nonsensical musings into the desolate truth of it all.
The warmth of his hand slips away.
“Never mind, I suppose it’s the most logical to conclude that we’re just soulmates in this instance of time, in this universe, and only here.” Your hand closes over the empty space he left. 
Maybe it’s wise to dismiss it as silly rambling and then withdraw from his indecipherable eyes. Is it too late to put this plan into motion now?
The weight of a muscular arm is draped over your waist, hand pulling you closer unlike your ploy to escape. 
“But I have a few theories I haven’t shared yet.” He glances out toward the bedroom window. 
“While the theory of reincarnation currently doesn’t have any solid scientific backing, in some way, the law of conservation of mass does give a bit of merit to that notion.” Alhaitham draws circles into the small of your back. 
You hum in response. 
“The atoms that created us will return to the earth after us and become a part of something or someone else’s molecular structure. A tree or a rock, a human or a beast, it’s all probable. However…” Beryl eyes return to meet yours. 
“What’s stopping them from repeating the same molecular structures as right now?” He asks. 
Maybe it was his turn to peer into your eyes to search for an answer, an answer currently brewing and forging between your united gazes. 
“What’s stopping these atoms from returning to these exact molecular structures in the future? In a different time, the atoms of us now could one day in the far future come together again and make ‘us’ once more. Maybe just you, maybe just me, or maybe both at the same time.” 
He frees his other hand from the duty of supporting his head, broad body settling down into the bed and blankets, allowing his face to move closer to your level upon his pillow. 
“What’s the likelihood of those odds? Me and you again?” You ask. 
Alhaitham pauses. All the bright minds of science, mathematics, and physics, have yet to come up with a formula to calculate such a thing.
What would be the factors plugged into the equation? And how accurate would it even be?
The ashen-haired man wasn’t sure, but there was at least a statistical observation that would provide some basis. 
“A true 0% chance is an absolute impossibility, just as nothing can be proven absolutely 100%. Since we don't know the absolutes of time, existence, or physics. So, there’ll always be a non-zero chance.” Feeling the drums of your heartbeat against his chest. 
“Then, when they do, I think I’ll spend my life pondering what could fit into the spaces between my fingers like this.” He slips his hand into the gaps of yours, intertwining them. 
Then finally, he saw the smile he’d been yearning for rising on your lush lips. The ends of your eyes crinkle as it make its way to your irises as well. Your grip mirrors his as you nestle your face closer to his. 
“You won’t get tired of this stoic face?” You taunt.
“Will you get tired of mine?” He counters. 
Your shoulders quiver with stifled giggles. 
“No, no I won’t,” you promise him. 
“Then I won’t,” he promises back. 
His larger hand brings yours closer to himself, all the while your attentive eyes watch failing to keep the curl of your lips under control. 
“Any thoughts on the Membrane Multiverse Theory? How will your astute mind surmise the possibility of us laying like this somewhere else in the stars?” Honeyed-voice mimicking awe as your face inches closer.
“I believe I’ve shared enough, I’d much rather hear what your brilliant postulate is.” His tone casted with mirth, but the bite missing from teal eyes. 
Letting a soft hum, your mind rifling through all the paragraphs and journals your hands had ever thumbed through.
The soft rhythm of his breaths kept time. Stringing the words together on your tongue, you hope this monologue of yours will provide some amusement for him. 
“If universes are randomly put into 2 boxes of ‘yes’ and ‘no’, then on average the number of universes in each box would be the same. For every universe I’m not with you, there’ll be equally as many where I am with you.” 
A coin toss, perhaps it was all just a coin toss after all. Whether or not the Akasha paired a stoic face with another stoic face, for the gaps of your fingers to fit his so perfectly.
It could have all been a coin toss, for one half to stumble upon the other half cruelly parted from them by the hands of unseen gods. 
“Something akin to a bijection existing between both sets of universes?” He cross-examines. 
“Maybe… If we were to assign one type ‘yes’ to a positive integer, and the other type ‘no’ to a negative integer, then perhaps we can construct a bijection from the positive and negative integers.” Your brow furrows in contemplation. 
“If we submit this theory do you think the Akademiya would publish it?” 
“Not likely, bijections are usually made between sets of elements like numbers, not sure if bijections can be applied to something like whole universes. I’m just hypothesising nonsense,” you sigh.
“But they did publish the nonsense known as The Lifespan of Love,” he interjects. 
“Hm, then maybe there’s a non-zero chance they’ll publish our nonsense too.” You stifle a scoff. 
“Hm,” Alhaitham hums in amused agreement. 
His free hand pulls the covers further up over your frame then smoothing out the wrinkles. Observing the growing delays between your slowing blinks.
“Only you and I would turn pillow talk into an academic deliberation.” You couldn’t hold back the giggle any longer. 
He sighs in agreement, nestling his head closer to yours on the plush pillows, teal gaze never once leaving yours. 
“It’ll make any romantic keel over and die from how dry it is, wouldn’t it, Haitham?”
“I say let them.” 
Scoffing and shaking your head at his crude declaration as a yawn slips past your lips, a conclusion to this nonsensical academic deliberation.
With one hand still intertwined in the tender grasp of another you pull Alhaitham closer. So that the spaces of your body could lay against the spaces of his. 
The warmth of his skin mingling with the warmth of yours, pressed against one another. You drawing mindless shapes into his back, his hand tracing senseless ruins into yours.
Perhaps, an illogical attempt to echt memories into the stardust in your bodies. 
So he and you could imprint the memory of each other into the very fibers of your beings. Then maybe someday when these atoms return to these exact molecular structures, they’ll remember this too. 
The law of conservation of mass, the probabilities upon probabilities, and bijections used in an inconsequential pseudo-academic ramblings to no one but an audience of silent stars.
Alhaitham’s certain no academic publisher would spare a glance at them. 
But this nonsensical instance in the continuum of time, feeling the rhythm of your heart on the other side of his chest next to his own, is his most precious epiphany. 
Fin~
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꒰synopsis: alhaitham has been craving for that one thing that he'd first felt when he'd met you back as a student in the akademiya before. but now that he gets to reunite with you albeit the circumstances, he is willing to take that risk again. all for what he's craving for. ꒱
alhaitham x fem! reader, nsfw, a dash of angst with plot on the side and filthy smut, misunderstandings, struggling with feelings, academic rivalry (but its actually alhaitham who only thinks of that way), some fluff, p → v , sloppy kisses, finger sucking, calls u pet names, creampie, l-bombs, there's a line in which alhaitham uses from romeo & juliet <3 wc: 3.8k
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how quickly time passes.
the seasons even change in a blink of an eye. alhaitham thinks it might be because he's been occupied by his work. if he'd so much receive mora for every single time he hears someone speak from the akademiya that time for them is moving ever so slowly, he only scoffs in his thoughts. they might be feeling that way because they see their work as a chore.
for him, being an acting grand sage wasn't as hard as being the akademiya's scribe. sure, his work time might have been added more than he think it would, juggling his time in his office and relaxing by his own little corner whenever he had the chance to take a break but he could never imagine himself as the one who'd be replacing the role permanently.
as a responsible man himself, whenever someone goes looking for him without an application he simply tells them, "oh, your form isn't ready? not to worry. you can come again on the next working day. my work hours are posted outside the office." some say he still retained his personality back then when he was just a student at the akademiya— obnoxious , prideful , and always hungry for more knowledge.
he could not blame them though, they were all true. if he wasn't studious , he would not be the person he is right now. he's always been the type of man to not give a single care to anyone's opinion about him. he just goes on with his day whenever he happens to hear people gossiping about him.
although there was one person before...
alhaitham dismissed his thoughts right away when his mind flew to the thought of you.
he was supposed to focus on listening to this scholar who has been following him since earlier to present their application. they were walking along the hallways inside the akademiya, before opening the doors leading outside, he was tired of hearing applications that were all half-assed in his opinion.
this scholars need to know that knowledge does not mean that they only take and take from books alone.
he was finally about to dismiss the scholar by his side who was still not done talking when suddenly he hears an all too familiar laughter.
letting his gaze roam around for a moment before it stops at the figure behind the fountain.
someone who has been on his mind lately which he wishes to have been eradicated by his thoughts ever since.
someone who he thinks that rivaled his own intellect.
someone who kaveh teases him about from time to time even now in their age, which he always denies with his own silence.
but now the familiar feeling which he thought he buried inside of him for the past few years had just gone back.
all because he sets his eyes on you again.
ever so radiant with a laugh that made his insides churn, not in a bad way but in a way that made it all too much for him to bear. to not react and to not think of it whenever you tried to get close to him before.
ah yes.. his academic rival back then.
although he was the only who'd ever thought of you that way. alhaitham could still remember the day he'd met you, a transferee in the akademiya, a scholar like him staying up late in the library which he caught you sleeping surrounded by books opened and unopened. he thought how someone could ever sleep in such a place?
he really wasn't nice about it when he woke you up with a tap on your shoulder. but you seemed to think of it as a nice gesture because when you woke up, and your eyes fluttered open to look at his own, your own cheeks got into a tinge that looked like you were caught red-handed, but quickly composed yourself by saying, "thank you so much for waking me up! i might have stayed here a bit longer.." then you smiled bashfully before gathering your things and gave him a quick nod of your head before scrambling towards the exit.
he thought you were a peculiar thing back then. when he saw you the next day, you were formally introduced to the class. how quickly the other scholars flocked to your side. you somehow became someone who others looked up to. not just because of your pretty face.. your smile or even your humor at that. but you were also diligent, kind and even smart. the whole package itself.
alhaitham had finally found someone to challenge with in regards to the academics. it made him work harder to achieve his goals. although he sees you as his rival, you on the other saw him differently, which baffled him.
whenever you two pass by along the hallway, you always glance at his way and smile at him. how strange, he always thought. it didn't stop there.
you somehow knew where he was whenever it was a time for him to read or even study alone. at first, he found you annoying, he did not tolerate your antics at all. were you dared to talk to him in the first place from the other scholars? or were you trying to make a fool of him? he really thought it was one of two choices. he was the type to overthink things from the normal perspective.
but you did not cease yourself from being away from him. when he finally heard your words, those words that he so did not think of anyone to ever ask of him were, "do you want to be friends?"
of course the thought of it merely made him shiver that moment, why of all people were you interested to become friends with him? he didn't say anything that to look at you for a second and left you there at the small space of the pavilion. which he claimed to his 'hiding spot' away from other people.
you didn't let that deter your spirit though. as days pass by you continued on with your way around him. sitting closely, making glances, talking to him even if he'd only reply with a nod or a small "hmm.." of his own.
eventually, he didn't even realize to himself that he'd already tolerated your presence. you were the only sole person who broke down his walls. the walls in which he'd tried to built around him, closed off to anyone who tried to get closer to him. alhaitham didn't entertain the thoughts back then of having a friend of his own or even a partner to begin with, he thinks all of that are hindrances to what he was trying to achieve.
what was more important than reading his books, or even acquiring more knowledge outside the akademiya itself? he didn't only thrive to work inside the premises but also attained knowledge beyond that because it always fascinated him. to learn, to know and to grow more as a person.
that was a miscalculation on his part though, because once the seed began to take root inside his measly heart, he got greedy for not only acquiring knowledge but greedy around you as well.
the way you open and talk about him with the whole rivalry thing, ""i still can't fathom why you see me as your rival as i don't even see you as mine." you'd chuckle after and he'd always retort in looking away for a moment then, "your intellect rivals mine so don't you think that earns you that status?" , you'd playfully shove his shoulder ever so gently which he scoffs but then smiles right after.
its the way you smile at him unexpectedly at times, the way you laugh at his poor attempt of jokes, studying with him inside the library or outside the akademiya together, rambling about words that he didn't so thought that he'd cared before but it all came from you so it became a concern for him too, the way you really truly listened to him as well, not bothering if he'd not agree to your opinion because he was too hardheaded sometimes or he'd become silent when your words struck a truth inside of him.
it was the way you carried yourself, amongst other things that made him fond of you. adored you to the point of him getting scared of his own feelings, not wanting to let them spill out whenever you were with him.
but he knew he was weak at times, when you two were walking side by side he occasionally brushes his fingers on yours, subtle touches when he guides you along some flight of stairs or opening a door for you, walks you home at night because he doesn't want anything bad happening to you. but really it was for his peace of mind because thinking of someone hurting you already makes his blood boil over. which was again, a new part of him that he didn't know that he could feel in the first place.
you'd brought bits and pieces of new things he'd never even thought of experiencing before and that made it all so consuming at the same time.
after some time, before your graduation day, alhaitham finally settled his mind to confess to you. it was scary of course, this was his first ever attempt at confessing to someone but he'd not want to let this pass by anymore.
when he spots you talking to your friends nearby the hallway, he was about to call your attention when he heard one of your friends saying, "and you're still hanging out with him? alhaitham?" that made him stop his tracks, quickly hiding behind a wall.
were you.. talking behind his back with your friends?
"i mean, why are you even trying to hang out with him in the first place? isn't he considered too boring?"
he didn't even wait to hear your reply as he thought he knew what your answer would be. blinded by his own pride and even a bit of rage inside of him, he left, deciding to not ever speak to you again.
it was cruel of him truly, he was a man who always leaned in knowing the facts and reasons first but when it comes to you, all that became a distorted part of him.
of course being as you are, you tried talking to him, made sure to come to both of your usual spots together, always catching up to him but he didn't let you in again. his walls started to build themselves up around after that.
even when you both graduated, he didn't even got to congratulate you because between the time of that incident, you somehow just.. stopped chasing him. which made him think that he wasn't really as special to you the same way he'd always think that you were special to him. you both were different. too different. his mind clouded with negative thoughts all over again. making the words all jumbled in his mind.
but it did hurt him. even more so when after the graduation, you both went onto your separate ways without talking to each other anymore. he was the one who made the decision in the first place but he was also the one who regretted it in the last.
along the way, he did hear that you weren't in sumeru anymore. choosing to travel around teyvat. it should have brought him some closure to himself, thinking that you were thriving, still doing alright on your own. but it irked him. in a way that even if the distance between you two grew more and more as seasons change, alhaitham knew himself that he still deeply cared about you.
back to the present now as he stood still while he kept on staring at your figure, your face bright as the spring's day. he never really thought that the sun could look so dazzling in his eyes. it was you, who always bewildered him like this.
he could feel his breath hitched when you finally, no— felt him staring at you. when your eyes meet his, it was like a silent notice. words weren't even needed as you both continued to gaze at each other.
it was broken though, from kaveh himself, peeking out of the view from the fountain to sigh and shake his head. alhaitham's brows furrowed when you turned your gaze away from his to listen to what kaveh was muttering about. something between a 'project' and 'time wasted'. he didn't really cared about that.
when you two were done talking, he almost took a step back, cursing himself in his thoughts before telling the scholar that was still beside him to discuss his application form when he saw you walking towards him.
you still gave him your ever so charming smile, even after what transpired before and you seemed unfazed. of course it was almost three..? no, three and a half years since he'd last seen you.
alhaitham notes the tiny differences, you still look the same to him but also you matured in your own way.
"hello alhaitham, it's been a while hasn't it?" you put your hands behind your back while looking up at him with those eyes.
even your voice made his heart beat enough that he was even thinking if you were starting to hear it as well.
he tried to compose himself, clearing his throat before speaking, "ah, yes. it has been a long time since i've seen you as well."
he had a lot of questions, so so many questions but also there was one thing he'd wanted you to know, after all this time. he needed you to know.
so when you exchanged some more words to each other after that, he offered to tour you around the akademiya, which made you chuckle at his idea but complied anyway because you said it has been a long time since you'd came back and there might be changes that you were so eager to see.
but truly, his plan was to have some private time with you, away from prying eyes. which he made the last tour come to a stop in his office. which he had now a fond smile plastered across his face while looking at you as you shuffled around his office, your curiosity back then was still the same as ever.
when you settled to touch the spines of the books on his own made shelf, he finally spoke the words that he'd wanted to before, "i apologize.."
which in turn, made you halt, waiting if he'd continue on.
"it was a miscalculation on my part to not have handled the situation before.."
"you're the only person who'd i expect to hear that word from after apologizing you know?" you tried to not choke on your own words, letting out a chuckle but it sounded more breathy, which alhaitham took note of.
because he remembered the way when your voice starts to tremble.
he took a step closer to you, making you finally look at him. and how distraught he was when he watches a tear fall from your pretty eyes.
"i- i'm sorry. i am truly sorry. i shouldn't have run. i should haven talked to you about it. it was cowardly of me to do that."
"you.. really changed huh? before, it took you a while to spill your throughts.." you simply tried to not let your tears fall even more.
"i followed you when you ran away. when i heard footsteps, and seeing that gray lock of your hair, i wanted to clear that misunderstanding but you simply didn't want to. you shut me off right away haitham.."
oh, that nickname.. how he misses you saying that nickname of his from you. was he a bad man to think of these thoughts while he still needed to clear off the tension in the air?
he didn't care anymore, did not let his pride take over as he took another step, it didn't take long for him to finally stand before you, towering over your frame, bringing his hand to caress your cheek and letting his finger gently wipe away your tears.
"i know... and for that i would like to apologize a million times over. even more than that if you wish. i would stop at nothing until you forgive me."
his voice, the voice you'd come to miss for all those years made your heart swell. this man in front of you felt familiar like the alhaitham before, back then when you were still friends and even more if that incident didn't happen, you thought, when you also grew feelings for him along the way.
which brings you back to this predicament right now.
"why did you come back?" the question made your eyes widen, you didn't expect him to get straight to that portion. you haven't even replied to his apology yet.
"i..." you were lost for words now, tongue tied in fact, as this man in front of you was the sole reason why you came back after all. of course you let that detail out when you met with kaveh earlier to catch up but now you were going to face the truth.
"i know that you've been traveling across teyvat these past few years." was he keeping himself updated? you thought, your eyes still fixed on his as his hand was still on your cheek, lightly caressing it now. "would you consider settling down in sumeru or would you like to continue traveling?"
you let out a breath first before continuing, "first of all, after hearing your side of the story, i accept your apology alhaitham.." that was music to his ears, but he did not want to let himself get away that easily, because he now wants to redeem himself for you.
his eyes traveled from yours to your nose, down to your lips which you were biting. he knows it was one of your quirk to do that whenever you were feeling nervous..
"and to..answer your second question, it depends if there's someone willing to let me settle down here for good." your voice now becoming softer under his gaze.
he raises an eyebrow at that, leaning his face ever so closely to yours.
"pray tell, are you saying that you are looking for a suitable husband to settle down with? and judging by your expression right now, you already have someone in mind, no? so...who might that person be, if I may ask?" his voice now becoming a tad bit too deeper than before, which you quickly took note of, making you gulp.
alhaitham wasn't really asking, he was demanding you to say the truth. his words were laced with something behind it. something you couldn't pinpoint just yet.
"w-what's the point of telling you? you obviously know him.."
he knows? hmm, mayhaps it was kaveh? no, an absurd speculation. he already knew the real answer even before that.
"i am starting to get an idea of who it is based on your response. but do you wish for him to realize it?"
there was really no escaping this, you thought. as your eyes find its way back to his, you shuddered before replying, "well..do you really think he wouldn't mind if i told him about my feelings..?"
"what if i told you that you don't have to worry about him remaining oblivious to your feelings?" he continued, "i am quite certain that he would appreciate it if you told him about your feelings. i believe that he knows you like him already, based on what i have observed. and," he paused.
"i am quite sure, positively sure of this, that he feels the same way towards you." his voice was warm at that moment, as if he knew what he was saying.
that made your heart beat even faster, your eyes widening at his statement, you could feel yourself heating up, not wanting to fumble and back down with your words as well, "h-he sounds so confident about that fact. does he really know that it's him that i have been come to love all throughout these years? even now?"
that earned a sly smirk from the man in front of you, alhaitham which you'd known for so long, the shy alhaitham you knew was no more. the man right now, was bolder.
"i am always correct in my observations. and you know of that. the mistake i did before was the one i regretted in doing, but this?" pinning you on the shelf, your back now on the hard books behind of you as his arms now trapped you between his form.
"i would never make that mistake again, this right here i wouldn't want to let go of." his face now inches away from yours as he leans down, his gaze onto your eyes and then to your lips and back again.
"haitham.." you were now struggling to form words as you felt his breath across your cheeks.
"dear saint, let our lips do what our hands are doing." the hand that was over your head took your hand in his, entwining them onto his own. "they’re praying for something after all, a kiss, so their faith doesn’t turn into despair."
his deep voice echoed into your ears as you realize that he was reciting a line from that story that you've read to him before! romeo and juliet.. he remembered.
oh how sly of him to do this to you..
but you weren't someone who'd back down. this made you blush all the same, knew that the red on your cheeks were even a bit more than before.
"saints don’t act first, although they may respond to prayers..." you replied the line of juliet, seemingly knowing what happens next, the excitement makes your heart even flutter more.
"then don’t move while I get my prayers answered." that was the last line you've heard from him before alhaitham lets his lips descened onto your soft ones, not even being gentle at it.
alhaitham couldn't bear to pull away from you. he loved every moment of what was transpiring. he waited so long for this, could not even dreamt of this happening before, but now that he'd gotten a taste of your lips, he couldn't let himself starve any longer.
time.. for all those years that passed, its as if the dam that was trying to secure his raging feelings spilled over and that you were receiving it all right now.
alhaitham was quick with his hands, breaking the kiss, and hearing your lips letting out a whine spurred him on, before spinning you over, before leaning behind your ear to whisper, "bend over for me."
you complied, ever the obedient girl you are, he spreads your legs all over as he could her your small gasp, as you positioned your hands putting them on the bookshelf, his hands continued to bunch over your frilly dress, his eyes glued on the damp spot on the middle of your cute pink panties.
"my apologies for this, but i simply want to feel you." you didn't even get to not before your yelp turned into a moan when he exposed your now aching pussy. swollen and aching for his touch already.
alhaitham's pride grew at the sight, because he knew that he was the reason for this. the reason why you were drenched right now. it was all because of him.
that greedy part of his that he buried deep inside? it crawled and busted its way out now..
he didn't even warn you when he finally pushes two fingers inside your cunt and curls them, making your body jolt. alhaitham ached to have his cock deep inside of your pussy but he wants to please you first, wants to feel you come undone around his fingers.
he couldn't see your expression this way but he could tell from the way your legs shake, and the way your gummy walls were clenching around his fingers that you were loving this just much as he did.
he then increases the pace of his fingers, fucking his fingers hard and fast inside your pussy, his thumb pressing against your swollen clit. the lewd squelches from the way you were so wet was becoming obscene.
"h-haitham! haitham, pleaseee.. i-if you keep on doing that.." you finally muttered a choked plea, your mewls making him eager to make you cum more and more.
"mhmm? use your words princess." you could swear that he was smiling while saying those words to you from your back.
"want more than aaah! t-than your fingers! pleasee, haithaam.."
as your desperate cries reached his ears, he finally pulls his fingers away from your dripping hole, tugging your body towards his, letting you feel his own hardness from his pants before unzipping it in a flash.
"haith-oomphh!" he didn't stop as to putting his fingers, coated with your own juices as he lets you suck on them at the same time as he finally pushed the tip of his hard cock onto your wet folds. making your muffled moans fuel the fire within him, he could no longer deny the pleasure that you so craved because he'd been wanting to claim you as his for so long as well.
with one swift, fluid motion, alhaitham plunged deep into you, savoring the sensation of the tight, wet heat enveloping his cock. a guttural moan tore itself from his lips as he filled you completely, your bodies coming together in a frenzy of desire.
"'gonna keep you this time..nghh, not gonna let you go from now on.."
he relished in the way your body quivered beneath his frame, your hips instinctively thrusting towards his, making him hiss as he could feel the way your pussy clenching around his cock.
the grip on your hips tightening as he lets his body closer to yours, his hands encircling around your front, moving them to cup your breasts from your dress, as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, allowing both of you to savor every inch of your connection.
"archons, b-been wanting.. to fuck, you just like this.. just like this pretty.." he whispers sweet words behind your ear, as you continue to suck on his fingers.
not a moment too soon as his thrusts grew more forceful, each one driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy. the slap of the skin meeting echoed through the the four corners of his office, a testament to the raw, unbridled passion that consumed you both.
at how hard he was thrusting now, some books already toppled over from his book shelf, he finally pulls out his fingers from your mouth when he hears you say, "h-haitham.. aah..aah.. y-your books.. nghhh!"
he releases a breathy chuckle at that. here he was, fucking you like this was the last time he was doing so, but you were still worried over his books? such a darling you are..
"don't worry about those books..want you.. to mghh! to focus only on me."
as he turned your face with the way his hands traveled beneath your jaw, making you face sideways, as he captured your lips in a bruising kiss, tongues battling for dominance as your bodies moved in perfect synchrony.
with one hand gripping your hip, the other found its way between your pussy, his finger now finding your swollen clit. he circled the sensitive bud, applying just the right amount of pressure to send you spiraling into pure euphoria.
your moans grew louder, more desperate as he could feel your walls gripping his cock more tightly now, your body trembling on the precipice of release.
"where do you..nghhh want me to release.." he still was ever so soft for you as you could feel his thrusts growing more rapid than before. he was also on the verge of coming.
"i-inside.. want you inside haitham.."
"archons! making me lose control like this.. fuck.. i love you sweetheat.. love you, love you..l ove you..!"
without hesitation, alhaitham's thrusts become more frantic, his body pounding against yours in an intoxicating rhythm. he can feel the pressure building, his balls tightening as his imminent release approaches. with a final grunt, he buries himself as deep as possible, emptying himself inside you with powerful spurts of cum.
"h-haitham! haitham, l- love you too.. love you.."
you say the same words at that moment, your feelings finally out in the open.
sending you both hurtling over the edge, your bodies convulsing in a wave of mind-numbing pleasure as you came around him while still feeling him cumming inside of you.
alhaitham held you close to him, your breaths mingling, hearts pounding in sync.
he was finally yours as much as you were his.
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komitomi · 11 months
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Hi Komi! I just stumbled upon your account after reading an Alhaitham imagine of yours and it was AMAZING. I wanted to request Alhaitham, Kaveh, and Thoma after finding your G-spot? Thank you!!
that genuinely means a lot to me, thank you so much for liking my work <33 and yes!!
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Finding your gspot :: alhaitham, kaveh, thoma (separate) x afab!f!reader
MDNI, NSFW WARNINGS: fingering (alhaitham, thoma), cunnilingus (thoma), p in v sex (kaveh), slightly mean!alhaitham, virgin!kaveh, gentle!thoma, small bit of fluff at thoma's part, cumming inside (kaveh), using spit as lube (alhaitham), reader is called a whore once (alhaitham) + not proofread.
NSFW UNDER THE CUT
Alhaitham:
You were currently sprawled out on his desk after you decided to tease him by disturbing him while he was focused on his studies, at first you sat on his lap, straddling him as he sat on his chair, but that didn't seem to bring out any reaction so you opted to grinding yourself against him.
Your intentions were to just tease him and be done with it but all that led to was the position you were in right now, alhaitham had you spread out on his desk, gazing at your dripping cunt, you felt extremely embarassed.
He lubed up his finger with his spit before teasing it against your hole and gently shoving it in, you gripped onto the table tightly and clenched your stomach muscles, “Relax.” he coos and you do relax.
That was until he adds another finger and curls his finger inside you, slightly hitting your gspot which ripped a pornographic moan out of you, alhaitham was kind of amused so he pressed harder, which made you arch your back, he smirked lightly at this.
You couldn't help but grind yourself against his fingers, he pumps his fingers in and out of you and doesn't miss hitting your gspot, which eventually makes you cum all over his fingers and the desk.
“tsk, tsk, such a dirty little whore” he clicks his tongue and pulls his fingers out of you before licking them, all that he knew was that those biology lessons definitely paid off that day.
Kaveh:
Kaveh was a virgin obviously, so the first few times you guys had sex it was more experimenting and a little challenging, you yourself haven't had many experiences but you were kind of well-versed, but kaveh? he had no idea what he was doing the first few times and you didn't mind, and guided him through it.
Now imagine his surprise as he was thrusting into you as usual and suddenly he changes angle which makes the tip of his dick brush over a spot that brought a loud moan from you, unlike any he heard before.
He halted not knowing what that was, thinking it caused you pain, but you whined and told him to continue that way, he had obeyed and continued thrusting into you, in the same angle, watching your reactions, he had no idea what it was but definitely knew you liked it.
You for sure would not have believed that he was inexperienced because the way he was thrusting so effortlessly into you right now, and hitting all the right spots while showering kisses on your body seemed like what an experienced person would do, but it all seemed to come so naturally to him, sure it took a little bit of time but hey, it was all worth it.
He continued to thrust into you, watching the way you react to his pacing, “F-faster!” you yell out, throwing your head back, he looks at you before speeding up his pace, you grip onto his shoulder tightly as your high was reaching you, moaning and whining as his cock bullied itself into your hole.
You come undone beneath him, coating his dick with your juices, he was surprised at this but continued to thrust before he finished himself inside you, he pulled out his dick to notice clear and a rather sticky substance on it, he looked back at you to ask you a question but you were laying there panting and tired.
He later learnt that the spot he was hitting which made you react in such a sensitive way was your gspot, and that the clear but sticky substance was your cum, not be confused with your wetness, he never knew women can orgasm like that, he only ever knew about clitoris orgasm, that too which he learnt from you, but never this, he was very fascinated to say the least.
Ever since that accidental discovery, kaveh's game and experience had improved rapidly, and he was proud of it.
Thoma:
“H-ha...! F-fuck right there thoma~!” you moan, throwing your head back, as you grip thoma's hair tightly, his tongue swirling around your bud, kissing it and licking it as if his life depended on it, you grind your hips against his face to match the rhythm of his tongue.
Thoma's hands kept your thighs apart, as he continued making out with your cunt, your hand left his hair and you propped yourself up on your elbows before shifting your entire weight onto one and grabbing his hair again, you looked at him with a dazed expression as he flicked his tongue against your clit before engulfing it with his mouth.
You groaned at the pleasure, you brushed his hair back, pushing away the strands of hair that were slightly tickling you as he ate you out, you felt one of his hands leave your thigh and to your entrance, he pulled away from your clit and shifted on his knees, before pushing one finger into your cunt gently before leaning down once again, to toy with your bud.
“O-oh god!” you moaned as you gripped his hair tighter making him groan, he slowly pushed the finger inside and out of you and added another one inside when he thought you were ready to take it, you gasp and felt your thighs quake.
His fingers were plunged deep inside you as he moved them like an expert, he was searching for your gspot, pressing down at random spots until he felt you shiver against him and let out a whimper, indicating that he found it.
His tongue pressed on your clit simultaneously as his finger pressing against your sensitive spot, you threw your head back and your hand left his hair to grip onto whatever was beneath you.
His tongue moved skillfully against your clit once again, nipping at your bud as he thrusts his fingers deep inside your cunt, you felt your high approaching and you grinded yourself against his face and hand, chasing it.
You felt shockwaves erupt from your body as you reached your high, it wasn't like your any other orgasm, it was more intense, you let out a low scream at the way it came out so harshly, juices gushing out all at once, you took a moment to register as to what happened until you felt thoma pull his fingers out and clean you up with his mouth.
You just squirted all over him, you felt extremely embarassed at it and covered your face with your hands as you laid on your back before you felt thoma on top of you, pulling your hands apart and kissing your mouth, you tasted your high from his mouth, it was salty and sweet at the same time, he pulled away from the kiss and kissed your face insteand.
“Don't be embarassed.” he cooed sweetly while stroking your hair and embracing you.
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andraxicated · 9 months
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𝐀𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
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Pairings: al haitham x f! reader
a/n: this has been rotting in my drafts jail for a month or two
tw: angry sex | hot nerd haitham! | jealousy | outdoor sex | sex pollen | dirty talk | dumbification inspired by sakaki-kun doujinshi
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"Look at Alhaitham. He's been like that since yesterday, I think his hair is about to fall off." Kaveh, your Kshahrewar friend comments with a snooty tone, pointing the man behind you with his chin. Upon hearing his name, you turn around to see Alhaitham on a faraway table, scribbling between tall books and parchments.
Being blessed with a vision and physical prowess, his senses are heightened and so he knows when someone is staring at him with intensity, he's even more used to it since he's the type of guy your head would follow. Alhaitham's head rose to catch you shamelessly ogling him, your elbow that was resting on the top rail of the chair fell almost immediately. Every time you see Alhaitham you get this feeling of floating on a cloud; like there were butterflies in your stomach, your fluttering heart prompting the corners of your lips to twitch, and the quivering itch burning between your thighs.
Under the table, you crossed your legs to relieve the tension, something that Alhaitham's eyes diverted to before he settled them back to your gaze. He's been attentive to your body lately and a silly smile breaks out from you until Kaveh's voice snaps you out of your trance, turning your attention back to him.
"What the fuck is wrong with him? Why did he stare for so long?" Kaveh looks troubled and is currently exchanging faces with Alhaitham. Your friend's skeptical face morphs into a frown the longer their staring contest was, until Alhaitham resumed burying his face in his books as Kaveh let out a relieved sigh.
Hopefully, soon his face will be buried between your—
"He looks like he wants to kill me." You suddenly burst out laughing at Kaveh as he looks at you wondering what's funny.
"Why do you seem so happy?" The blonde man in front of you slams his hands on the table, his eyes blown wide in disbelief. "Aren't you forgetting I'm your only friend? You'll be a loner when I'm gone!"
"I think you've forgotten that I have other friends too. And I don't care if it means someone stops freeloading off the books that I bought." You said with an emphasis on the '"I". "We're not even from the same darshan!"
"But some of the core subjects coincide within schools so I borrow from you."
"Sorry but I really have a hard time imagining you graduating" Kaveh fumes at your mean comment and accidentally lets out a loud "HEY!", disturbing other students and earning a look from the supervising personnel.
And Alhaitham noticed that as he can't seem to focus on his studies anymore. Not when he clearly sees your shoulder rising and falling from laughter, the dumb blonde's ugly face frowning then joining you with smiles, and how the atmosphere between you and that guy seems so carefree, so easy. Unlike with him, he notices your nervous body language, the avoidance of his eyes, and how you hate his presence so much you suddenly shut off.
Alhaitham doesn't like it. He doesn't like it one bit. His fist clenches on his thigh, mind racing on how to get out of this ridiculous predicament he put himself in. He absolutely hates how you hold so much power over him. He even dropped his guard and opened the chance for you to dethrone him as the top student at the Akademiya.
Alhaitham sighs, deciding the library wasn't his peaceful place anymore and leaves out the door.
From the heavy workload you all are suffering, every student needs at least to let loose. Be it a strobe-lit room full of dancing nerds or intense drinking games that has lightweights falling down like candles, everyone who needs to wriggle out of their uniforms will go there, no matter how lame the partygoers are.
"Ugh, this sucks that it's Akademiya only. I see these faces every day, I wanna meet new people!" Your friend moans in agony, her head bending back in exasperation as you two move alongside bodies on the dancefloor. You nod in agreement, frowning then scanning the room for a certain gray-haired man with highlights.
To be honest, you don't care about the people you meet because someone already has your heart.
"Where is Kaveh?!" Your friend asks over the loud music and you roll your eyes before giggling drunkenly. "He's stuck in his dorm doing his assignments due tonight!" You shout with a smile on your face, feeling kind of sorry for the man who's missing out on such a party. "He'll be dead if he doesn't pass that!"
And you burst out laughing yet the grin quickly wipes off your face when your stomach churns and a sudden urge to vomit comes up your throat. You hold a hand up to signal your friend and then push your way to the nearest bathroom, fumbling with the doorknob until it bangs back to you alongside a moan. oh. it's occupied.
You don't waste time getting out of the party and throw your stomach's contents to the nearest potted plant. Apologies to the dendro archon repeat in your mind as you take deep breaths to find your footing, faintly registering the heavy footsteps coming behind you.
"Here" A hand holds out a handkerchief for you to take, your hazy mind looked up to see Alhaitham towering over you, feeling your knees giving up.
"Thank you" You mumble and take the cloth, wiping your mouth as discreet as you can. "I'll clean this—"
"No need to return it to me."
Then before he could turn around, you grab the hem of his jacket, lightly revealing skin with his sleeveless top. You gather yourself before standing upright, shaking your drunk head to make way for clarity.
With a mischievous smile on your face that you hope he would fall for, you propose a late-night rendezvous to the man in front of you.
"Let's go to the city outskirts and sober up."
"You're the only one who's drunk." He deadpans
"Aren't you getting tired of being cooped up in this tall tree? We won't even go that far! Besides, it's busy right now in the city and I heard you don't like people. It's much more quiet out."
He looks at you, contemplating your words, and stares at a part of your face for a bit too long.
It's unfortunately not what you think.
"Brush your teeth first and freshen up. I'll wait for you by the gate." He walks off and your face fell.
Needless to say, you had a little breakdown at your dorm while dressing up in front of the mirror, even looking dumped as you tell your friend you're going out for fresh air.
All changed and clean, you trek with Alhaitham to the city viewpoint. Greenery fills your nostrils as he helped you climb the elevated land. "Thanks" You mumble and he hums, laying down the blanket you brought with you. It was probably done out of good for himself but still, it makes you smile. Maybe you were a little too obsessed with this man.
"Wow, the divine tree looks so pretty from here. It's amazing—" You get cut off by his loud cough that caught your attention. You look back at him to find a tinge of pink on his cheeks, a sheepish look on his face. He licked his lips, a motion you followed with your eyes until he coughed once more.
"Move your skirt, I can see your...underwear" He hesitated before completing his sentence, averting his eyes to the forests from your plump pussy. Embarrassment floods you in turn, moving to a position where your lacy panties are not vulnerable to his eyes. It takes you a moment to recover from digging stares into the soil and for Alhaitham to calm his boner down quietly.
Gulping down the last bit of your embarrassment, you happened to make the purple plants behind you the topic of conversation. Leaning closer to it, you admire the glow of the flora and asked him an obvious question that your brain processed too late. "Are these lavenders?" The smile wipes off your face when you realize they aren't, bracing yourself for the incoming smarty-pants reply.
If it was any other person, he would construct a sentence that subtly hints "dumb" but you're different and he's sure you're not one. Your mouth just runs first before your brain.
"It doesn't take an Amurta student to know it's not lavender. From the shape of the petals, its thickness, and from the strange glow and scent that differs from that of lavenders, it's obviously not one. However, I fail to identify this peculiar-"
"Okay I get it!"
You huff. "It's sweeter though" You comment as you take another whiff of the flowers, the scent filling your nose and into your lungs, strangely lulling your body to relax. Alhaitham knows you shouldn't sniff strange plants in the wild but he also knows to shut himself up right now, lest he upsets you even further.
"It's so addicting like it can be made into perfume! I like the scent!" You exclaim, a sigh leaving your lips as you close your eyes.
As soon as you said you like it, he leaned and carefully sniffed the emitting scent; any reservations he had about the plant were gone as soon as his nose welcomed it. It smells like browned pages of books, the fervid aroma of spices, and...your hair. One that he had the chance to smell one fateful morning in the hallway, where he had to help collect your fallen books.
"It smells so good" He murmurs out of himself until he snaps back and hears your giggles.
"I know! What is this plant? It smells exactly like my favorite flower!"
That is alarming. Whose nose is broken? What exactly is this plant—
His face drops as a sudden burst of arousal hits him like a truck, his dick print rising as panic fills his mind. Oh. OH. How could he realize this just now?
"(y/n) stop. get away from it." His deep voice shocked you, even more so his large hand that dwarfed your wrist and pulled you away. It sent lightning throughout your body, weirdly feeling the sensation on your suddenly sensitive nipples and the insatiable itch that grows inside you.
You know exactly what you're feeling. And it doesn't take long for you to look at the plant with accusing eyes.
Alhaitham removes his hold on you, moving away to a safe distance from you and the flower. "You can go first, I'm better off staying here." His chiseled back faces you and it's hard to fight the urge to wrap your arms around him, you want to latch on him like a leech, crossing your legs on the blanket at the thought.
"I don't think I can travel all the way to the city anymore." You said
"You need to. It's dangerous here."
You have to. He can't exactly walk with his huge problem confined in his pants, nor can he jerk himself off with you behind him. Oh archons he thought about that and it accidentally turned him on further. He had to hold back his groan, hands already undoing his belt quietly until a warm, sneaky touch to his thigh jolts him.
"What the-" "Haitham...I'm sorry about this. I should've been more careful" You whine, slowly creeping onto his lap as his hands stop midair in shock. His cock was protesting heavily, letting out a pained grunt when your soft cunt decided to rest above his bulge. "Fuck! (y/n)!" You attach your arms around his neck, burying your face on his chest from your unexpected boldness. It comforts you to feel him hold your hips, pulling you closer to eliminate any space.
"T-there's this feeling of wanting to feel warmth. I feel weird Haitham." You cry out while subtly grinding against his bulge. To have it poke underneath you is already satisfying. What more if it could be inside you?
"You don't know what you're doing to me" He says in a breathless tone, directing light whispers to your ear. "I can't exactly hold myself back. You can go if you don't want to do this with me."
He's offering you an out.
At that, you scoff as you grind deeper against him, letting him hear your tiny moans just outside his ear; the liquid courage left in your veins makes you do things you normally wouldn't.
Anyways, intoxicated or not, you'd do anything just to have a taste of him.
You chuckle, delivering a rippling grind that was bumped by his risen dick. "F-for a man of your caliber, you're pretty dumb in sexual contexts."
You suddenly lift your skirt, letting him see your thighs and his hand immediately flew to it. The flesh he so yearned to caress was in the palm of his hand. And there you exposed the thin string of your lacy panty, bringing his hand to your secret part that's covered by the skirt.
Archons. You were wet.
"You think I want out? Fuck me."
Alhaitham failed to reply. He was too enamored with the wet feeling of your hole, his eyes keep darting between your face and what's underneath your skirt. He could see you liked it from the look on your face, and so he gives it his all as he pumps his fingers faster to gauge reactions.
"H-haitham stop! I don't wanna cum yet!"
"You will when I say so" He exerts dominance with just his deep voice, even more so he's the one fingering you. Alhaitham is the one in charge. You let out a whine higher than your usual voice, shivering in his hold as both of you feel the slow gush of cum.
"(y/n) you're amazing. so so sensitive."
You then kiss him on the cheek, head tilted with a smile. "We haven't even started. Wanna do this right here or go back?"
Alhaitham could still smell the sweet scent of flora, thinking about its effects. He actually wanted to do it right there for something risky but...
"Your call" He spoke and his gaze was affectionate as he returned the question to you.
Ever the longing for adventurous sexcapades, of course, you'll say
"Here. Fuck me here." Wrapping your arms around him for a tight hug, you bring him down with you against the blanket, giggling as the cold air hits your pussy together with Alhaitham's careful weight.
For two aroused individuals, it doesn't take long for the magic to be done. Alhaitham was very eager in undressing you; almost ripping your precious top apart like the tearing sound of your skirt. Not once did he break the lip-locking until you tapped his shoulder.
"Fucking hell? You can kiss-mmmph!" The man didn't even let you finish your compliment, because how could he? Your lips were swollen with your hair falling behind your back and the matching black bra decorating your torso was too pretty to remove, but he bets the mounds hiding was even prettier.
He shimmies out of his own clothing, flying them wherever they ended up. As you're enchanted by the removal of his pants, his sneaky fingers creep between your legs, slotting them above your panties, and checking how wet it is.
"Haitham!" You whine, sparks going to your cunt as his digits busy themselves on stimulating you. He needs to make sure they're wet enough, although deep inside he knows it's just an excuse to feel your wet pussy. He just can't get enough of how soft and stretchable it is.
Alhaitham groans, his hard cock becoming even more painful, aching for something to sink in. "Shit" He shivers, trailing pecks from your temples to both your nipples. "I'm gonna put it inside. Deep breaths darling. Red's the safe word."
The thick head suddenly intrudes at your opening, letting you feel the stretch that completely surrenders your body to his. As long as you're under him, you're in his care. Your Haitham won't let anything painful happen to his pretty girl.
"Y-you're big! Ahhh~" What should've been painful with someone of his large size has become pleasurable pain, probably thanks to the plant in your blurry periphery. It rouses you more and more as his cock glides within your wetness.
He buries inches deeper, shushing your grunts with sloppy kisses as he tries to fight the tightness. "Loosen up, it's alright." He says and you nod, letting his member push all the way through yet not hit the end.
"Deeper!-hah-you can still go further-AHHH!" You shriek. Eyes wide from Alhaitham's cockhead prodding at your deepest part. He was gaining momentum to slam his dick flush against you, letting out a sexy moan when he successfully does so.
He looks at what a breathless mess you are, just from merely entering he's unraveled you already. You shiver and throw your head back, the intense weight pulsing inside you makes you keen.
Alhaitham looks equally ravished like he's having a hard time moving back and forth—all thanks to how tight you are. "It doesn't hurt?" He asks, concern showing on his face and the slow pace.
"N-no. My pussy needs you more. Please!" You follow your sentence with a moan, feeling the wetness of sweat between your thighs and mixed substance from the both of you. Alhaitham nods and starts his game at a dizzying pace that rocks your vision up and down. Your moans start to vibrate too as you lay there and take his cock like you wanted.
"Haitham so good! Uh uh uh~" He picks up the pace, now feeling the easy glide against your walls from how wet you are. He pushes his hair back that falls on his face, focusing on where you're connected and the little bumps on your tummy when he knocks deep.
"Of course it feels good. You're dripping right now." Alhaitham talks while rocking his hips forward into your hole and you take note of the obscene pap sound his heavy balls makes against your skin. He leans down and nips you on the neck, showing some attention too on both of your breasts.
You tighten against him, squirming yet his strength in gripping your thigh coaxes you to calm down. "You know why it feels good?" He suddenly asks and you make a motion of squinting your eyes in confusion.
"Because you've been thinking about it the whole time, haven't you?"
"Ever since that day in the library—no." Alhaitham suddenly thrusts on the last word, exactly into your sensitive spot and it had tears springing to your eyes. "Ever since we met in that hallway. You've liked me...didn't you?" His cheeks flush red.
"W-what?" Your mind was too fucked out to process questions. But this seemed like an important one so you try and listen.
"Don't try to deny it (y/n). You're clenching so hard on me-ah fuck." The little flutters your walls make around his cock fuels him to pump and pleasure you harder. Alhaitham wants to be the one to give you what you want, what you deserve. No other man can see this view except for him, he'll make sure that he is the only thing you know after this.
You buck your hips up in tandem with his thrusts, whines falling out of your mouth as Alhaitham watches you transform into a cock hungry slut. You weren't even listening to him, and that's what he hates the most when he's speaking about something of importance.
"You slut. You weren't listening aren't you?" His tone had become dangerously low and you blink your eyes hoping some clarity would return to your mind. It's not your fault his cock is fat and long—
"(y/n)"
"I'm listening"
"Then what did I say?"
You don't reply and he clicks his tongue. You also watch it poke against his cheek, a sign that a man is ticked. "I'm sorry". An apology came out of nowhere but you deemed it was a good response to whatever he was talking about.
The length inside you slips away, something that made your eyes go wide into a pleading look.
"You don't even know what the fuck you're apologizing for." Then Alhaitham removes his cock inside you in one go. A moan rips itself out of you as you cry and kick his back with your toes, wrapping your legs around him tighter.
"No, please Haitham, put it in I'm sorry! You just feel so good—ah ohhh!" You sob then shiver as a puddle of white pools below, heating up in your body in embarrassment. And it doesn't help that Alhaitham is just staring at it with his stoic face.
"...You're unbelievable." He muses as he watches your abused cunt glisten, his dick twitching and begging to feel your warmth once again. You whine and sit up in an attempt to cling onto him but before your legs could move, he has your waist in a controlling grip and flips you over for you to face the blanket.
"W-why?" You stutter, legs shaking as they're unable to support your whole body on all fours. But Alhaitham doesn't reply and instead answers by prodding his tip at your entrance and burying himself to the hilt. You moan while the sheets are crumpled within your fists. You could feel the weight of his hands around your waist, his heavy balls making plop sounds against your ass as he rushes the pace to get to his high.
He's pretty sure you're too far gone with the way you're bucking towards him, whimpers mixed in with moans about how big he is and how good he is to you. He feels a sense of triumph upon corrupting you, gripping your chin to redirect for a sloppy kiss, barely able to contain himself with the way your tongue knocked on his own.
Alhaitham pulls away to see your glassy eyes and felt the need to pump his cock faster, fully making it his mission to make you cum while holding eye contact.
"Look at me baby, look at me while you cum. I'm the only one who can make you like this." The cockhead hits your spot and you scream, gushes of liquid going out from you as pleasure wrecks your weak body, shaking in Alhaitham's arms as he presses a kiss to your head, continuing to chase his high.
"Good girl"
"Haitham it's too much. I can't anymore!" You cried, squirming in his grasp yet he tells you to stay still, doing everything he can to finish inside you. You maintain eye contact with him, staccato moans vibrating with the impact of his thrusts as he suddenly pinches your clit, making you let out a yelp as squirts of cum embarrassingly come out of you.
In the middle of your haze, Alhaitham leans to your neck and sucks on your skin, whispering profanities and words that he would only admit in the heat of the moment.
His hips met against your ass, wetness coating his shaft as his abs flexes in each thrust. "I don't like it when you're with him—or anyone else." You realize he's talking about something important so you listen in, trying very hard to maintain sanity against the drag of his cock against your walls.
He's relentless, groaning as the flush of red deepens on his cheeks and at the tip of his ear.
"So remember that I'm the only one who gets to have you like this. You're mine (y/n), mine." He stills as a load of cum bursts inside you, filling you up nice and warm as you moan at his claim on you. He whispers another near your ear and his breath tickles along his large hands soothing your backside. "And I'm yours. I'm only yours, remember that too."
You let out a breathy chuckle, legs giving out along with your sore pussy that's still plugged with his seed. You turn to face him and he looked insanely good from your view, hair sticking to his forehead and a body that overwhelmingly covers your own.
"You're so obsessed with me, nerd." You jest, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before slumping against the ground, fatigued and dirty from the sex.
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mellowwillowy · 8 months
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Modest Maid Serves Diligently!
Consisting of: orgasm denial and control, spanking. GN!Reader wears (skirt) maid costume and lacy panties.
"Bring over that water to me"
He pointed toward the counter where the water jug and cups resided. You walked toward it while clutching your skirt tightly, legs shaking slightly while lips pursed. Your face was as red as a rose, eyes hazy because of the tears, or to be more exact, the vibrator inside of you. You brought glass water to him.
"Hiiiy-!"
The man in front of you smiled innocently while his finger toyed with the controller. You could feel it vibrating even more, making you spill the water mid-way. The man tsked at it while ushering you to come closer and you did.
"Hmm.. hold it for me,"
The man brought your hand closer to his face and started drinking from it. You have to do this correctly, or what you thought to yourself.
"Nnngh- hyaa-!"
The vibrator inside of you started to vibrate even more again, the vibration pleasuring you, causing you to accidentally spill water on the man. Looking down, you could see their face darkened with a smirk plastered on.
"What a dutiful maid you are..."
Your hands couldn't hold the cup anymore, allowing it to fall while you clutch your thighs, pressing your thighs to help you chase your near-coming orgasm. But, he didn't allow it.
The vibrator pressure was lowered down, and you whined as you lost the feelings inside you.
"No no no, do you seriously think you deserved that after you spilled water on me?"
You whined even louder, your eyes teary. Looking at you, the man gulped before yanking you closer to him. His hands started to travel onto your ass, playing with the flesh. You pursed your lip again, moans slipping out occasionally.
You could also feel the vibrator vibrating hard again, making you jerk your body upfront to the man, hands resting on his shoulder.
"Clasp your hands on your back and stand still and silently"
The man commanded as he smacked your ass, serving it as a reminder. You tried to do so, alas only to be met with failures. Your whimpers were audible and your shakings were visible. He started to increase the level while kneading your ass, your legs shaking violently before you placed your hands on his shoulder again, moans escaped from your bitten lips. The man smacked your ass again, causing you to jerk in front instinctively.
"What a bad maid you are... chasing your own pleasure while ignoring your master's order?"
You shivered at his words, in a good way of course. His hand traveled under your skirt, feeling the drenched lacy panties, his finger teased you before he inserted one of his fingers inside you. Your body jerked violently from the contact and stimulation, your hands clutching the fabric on his shoulder even tighter.
"Ah ah ah, no, not before I allow you to"
You whined, your orgasm controlled by the man beneath you. He slipped another finger into you, and his fingers skillfully played your insides, hitting that one spot repeatedly. You were so close, but you knew better than to disobey. Yes, you knew better. You knew better!
And yet, you could feel it dripping down, wetting his trouser.
He stared at you first before moving to his trouser after you finished your show. It's wet, again. The man lifted you from the ground and placed you on his lap, his hands reached your ass before you could say anything.
"Did I not" smack "tell you" smack "that you" smack "are not allowed" smack "to come" smack "unless I" smack "allow you to?" Smack!
You cried at his spankings, your legs thrashing around before it's smacked as well. The spankings didn't stop there, it kept going even if your ass cheeks were screaming red.
"Silence"
You tried but the choked sobs wouldn't stop flowing out. Your eyes brimming with flowing tears, hands clutching the surface you could reach tightly. The room was filled with your suppressed sobs and the sharp spankings. You knew he was being lenient enough to not make you count, you knew that for sure.
"And... 34" smack!
Your punishment ended with you looking like a crying mess. That is, with you excited down there as well, your panties drenched again. He sat you down on his lap. You broke out a sob as you tried to ask him,
"Huk- may I, uhk- khuk- come now?"
He gave your ass another smack.
"Where's the apology?"
You started to apologize, a lot in a sense. Your cheeks were covered with tears flowing down like a falling river, your thighs pressed against each other for friction. The man hummed while tapping his index finger on your red flesh. He started to rub your excitement with his thigh, making you ride him instinctively, trying to chase your end.
As though allowing you to, his fingers started to feel your breast, pinching the clothed nipples. He couldn't even be bothered by how wet his trouser was.
"You have a beautiful moan, you know?"
You twitched at his praise, dragging your hips in and out even faster, feeling your private area getting hotter from it.
"Please.. please... please, please, Master!"
The man brought his lip to your ear, nibbling it before a 'go on' broke out. The man sat back as he watched you perform a show for him with his thigh beneath you.
Safe to say, it ended beautifully.
|| Pantalone, (especially electro...) Childe, Diluc, Al-Haitham, Zhongli, Pierro, Dottore, Neuvillette, Wriothesley (daddy?), Ayato, Blade, Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, Luocha, Sampo, OC.
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bunicate · 6 months
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⋆⁺₊❅⋆ 𐙚 ₊˚ DREAMING OUT LOUD
pairing ꒱ྀི al haitham x bunny!fem reader — warnings ꒱ hybrid au . bath-time with haithy ! fingering. subtle hand kink. fluff / wc ꒱ 2.4k / 18+
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al haitham finds himself lost in his own musings more often these past moons. instead of his mind circling around any new wonder of the world, he’s recalling small moments enough times that distract him from his usual thinking.
at first, he tried to organize such thoughts into some semblance of order and question why they appeared in the first place until he realized for once, that he didn’t need an answer. he didn’t want one.
while peeling apart that revelation— scraping away at the edges, he wondered if doing so would give him that same sweetness or grant him the seeds to plant more. somehow it was the latter.
the seeds sprouted prickly vines that sunk into both his heart and mind.
now al haitham spends his walk home just remembering tiny exchanges down to the most minute detail. the meeting of fingertips, eyes squinting from the blinding warmth, sleep woven into each wrinkle, frown, and soft giggle.
the scribe had become even more reluctant to be pulled away from his own thinking, but he makes an exception when the one occupying his thoughts excitedly appears before him.
just seconds after he steps through the door of his home, he’s ripped away from his reverie. al haitham is nearly sent back into the outdoors from the solid weight that collides against him. he uncharacteristically loses his footing and the hardwood floor might’ve been his fate if not for his fast reflexes.
pillowy arms latch tightly around his slender waist and fluffy ears tickle his abdomen. face nuzzling into his lower stomach, carelessly grazing his groin, you whine, “haitham . . . you’re finally back.”
the smell of his scent mingled with the aroma of the desert warms your senses. leftover speckles of the granular sand on his clothes poke at your skin, and yet you pull him closer.
“I missed you sooooo much.”
he nods, “I’ve returned.”
you tilt up to look at him with your dolly eyes that enamor him. eyes that once belonged to a creature that only sparked his curiosity was now a companion.
his hand rests on your head, careful to put it between your floppy ears. the tip of his fingers scratch and caress the surface and he’s rewarded with your expectant purr.
your tail flits from the bubbling eagerness to receive more of his affection. he recalls his roommate chiding him for not being soft enough with you, but he begged to differ.
reminded of the blonde, he wonders aloud, “is kaveh here?”
al haitham doesn’t make a habit of thinking about the architect, but he’s grown wary. it seemed like kaveh had also fixed his attention to you. a ribbon unfamiliar to al haitham adorns your hair and there could only be one person responsible.
“mhm! he’s in his room.”
eyes run down the curves of your body. his oversized shirt did nothing but define the slopes of your breast and rise above your tail perched above your butt.
“what did I say about your clothes ?”
arms falling to your sides, your lips jut out into a tempting pout. “I know what you said, but I’m wearing panties this time,” you petulantly mumble.
you had a terrible habit of walking around completely bare. while the loose shirt was a step up from complete nudity, he didn't need kaveh to see anything else. he recalls the architect walking in on your naked body on multiple occasions.
“I suppose,” he hums. “still, I’d prefer if he didn’t catch any more glimpses of you.”
you chuckle lightheartedly at the man displaying clear signs of jealousy, but it’s interrupted by a yawn. your head shakes reactively trying to rid your body of the drowsiness and play it off in an effort to fool the scribe into letting you stay up later but, nothing made it past him.
“it is rather late. let’s get you to bed. '' he reaches out to hold your hand, but you don't take it.
head tilted to the side you ask, “I need to take a bubble bath first ! are you gonna come?”
you lean closer to him, fullest parts pressing against his athletic frame in a cute attempt to entice him , but he shakes his head. ever the busiest scribe.
“I have some paperwork to finish and I wanted to catch up on some light reading before I retire for the night .”
your ears droop.
“but–”
your ears perk back up.
“I could help you, if that’s what you want,” he offers.
you instantly spring back to life. “oh yes, please!” you squeal excitedly, grabbing his hand to lead him noisily up the stairs. nearly tripping over yourself, still you drag him to the bathroom.
“be careful,” he scolds, but you just laugh at his tense and worried expression.
shutting the door after you both enter, you hop up on the counter and wait patiently.
al haitham shakes his head, a ghost of a smile forming. he takes off his gloves and rests them on the cluttered sink. this mess was undoubtedly your doing, and he makes a note to bring it up later. he turns on the hot water and when it rises a bit higher, he dips his hand to feel the temperature and he's quick to pull it out. he preferred the water to be much more tepid while you liked it to be boiling.
he senses your eyes on him watching as he pours the vanilla-scented soap into the water waiting for the bubbles to form into clouds.
when he finally turns to face you, he’s met with a bright smile only you could own. not a word was spoken. silence was enough to consume the delicate air between the both of you .
you decide to hop off the counter and pull the cotton t-shirt off your body. al haitham moves to crouch, resting on his knee to pull down your underwear. your hand leans on his shoulder as you take your time to step out of the undergarment.
left foot first and then the right.
you do a little hop when you almost lose your balance, but he steadies you, staring at your bare cunt.
you turn your back to him and he ogles at your ass before standing to his full height. towering over you and standing close behind, you feel his breath grazing your neck. agile fingers sweep your hair towards your shoulder blades, tickling the warmth of your skin to unhook your necklace that acted as a collar. he places the fine jewelry on the sink and extends his arm towards you once more.
you place your hand between his and he leads you to the tub. you submerge yourself completely in the water and al haitham plays with the bubbles before washing you up.
you both use the moment to admire each other's features. gray-ish hair hovers over his eyes that betray no emotion and still you can make out his affections. your gaze trails down to his nose, lips, and wide shoulders. the muscles in his arms flex as he drags the soapy cloth along your body and you bask in the moment before he decides to break the silence.
“what did you do today?” the cloth glides over your chest, easily soothing you.
“nothin’ much. kaveh came home early and he bought me a slice of cake.”
of course he did. kaveh always had a tendency to obsess over pretty things so it was only natural that he’d flock to you– a cute and helpless bunny. ever since this place has equally become your home kaveh wasn’t good at being discreet. his touches lingered for far too long and al haitham became keen on how much time kaveh spent with you while he was away at the akademiya. but he could at least feel secure knowing you were safe.
hybrids, a species often neglected and exploited needed to be protected, and he guessed he could rest easy knowing he had another pair of capable hands to rely on.
“h-haithy !”
your sudden cry lures him out of yet another daydream but this time he’s flustered. he understands the alarm in your eyes when he realizes how close his hand was to your nether regions, crassly nudging your cunt for the past few minutes.
he exhales and sputters at the sight and he’s quick to pull his arm away, but you stop him. it’s the first you’ve seen him taken aback and you want to tease him like he does to you , but you can’t—not when desire engulfs you to the point of ruin.
“n-no ! . . . leave it please ?”
both of your hands tug his further into the water, knees coming closer together around his his limb, just until you feel that graze against heat.
al haitham remains quiet, closely watching your next move to see what you’d do now. your head reclines back to rest on the tile wall, your fingers guide his own to your middle, and with steady humps against his wrist you feel relief that rids that redundant ache.
“. ‘haitham, can we? . . just for a little bit ?”
he didn’t think he could say no even in a light-hearted jest.
you nearly collapse in on yourself when you finally feel him becoming receptive to your inclination.
his fingers feathers at the seam of your lips. instead of making it easy for you, he’d rather give you the tools to bring yourself to your own high. he would only give you a running start.
his palms slide up cupping and then squeezing the plumpness of your cunt. it fits perfectly in his hand, hot and sticky even when submerged under the water. a finger slides down to settle on your clit, circular rubs turn into slow strokes. if you wanted to feel more, you’d have to work for it yourself.
your small hand wraps around his wrists trying to feel more of him. “hnnn . . want them inside, haithy.”
he’s deliberately pressing down on the sensitive bulb hoping to draw out your cute moans, ignoring your simple request. al haitham's gaze is glued to your tummy folding over and your spread legs. between them is perfect pussy spoiled and eager to receive more of his touch.
his digits slide down your outer lips to press down on your hole. probing it, teasing it until it twitches greedily for more. he moves around the orifice collecting slick that struggles to disperse in the water.
“ haitham . . .” you beg. his eyes flicker to your pleading ones. lip tucked under your teeth and brows drawn tight, your chest expands as you greedily suck in air, hips gyrating into his palm hoping for him to satisfy you. “please.”
he smirks and to your luck, two fingers enter and stretch you. long and nimble things your pussy takes the shape of. they scissor and separate to feel the heaviness of your walls clamping down.
“so tight.”
the veins in his flexing arm are prominent. you see the force behind his movements as well as feel it. his biceps bulge while his fingers jerk you to completion . the sounds of you the splashing water and your whiny moans further arouse you
“you’re close to cumming already ?” he provokes. “ from just my fingers, too. it seems I must train you just a bit more.”
the bass in his voice sends a tremor down your spine. his words of encouragement provoke more of your thoughtless pants and the swivel of your hips. just a bit more—more of his knuckles stretching your walls, more of those eyes you fell in love with looking back at you with an unspoken, ravenous haze.
it makes you bashful. your damp bunny ears fall over your eyes, shielding them from his hungry stare.
“oh?” his expression darkens and his tone drips in a taunting and authoritative tone.
“are you hiding from me now ?”
it should make you quiver, but you know him well enough by now. as stoic as he may appear, the caress of your folds tell a different story.
you foolishly part your mouth to audibly confirm but a broken gasp escapes at the coil slowly winding up inside of you.
“you shouldn’t be so shy. wouldn’t you rather see who’s making you writhe? don’t you want to see how you’re fucking my hand like a wild bunny rabbit in heat?”
your hair sticks to your face from the steamy room and the sweat that gleams your skin. you pull your floppy ears away from your eyes and you’re met with the sight of his handsome face. contrary to his expression, the sight before him acted as a fire, melting him into remnants of himself.
his cock twitches against his snug pants, itching to enter your gooey cunt. how well you’d behave— how obedient you’ll be when he seats you on his member and you’ll hop up and down like good bunnies are supposed to.
with how generously your pussy has been tugging on his fingers, he’s more than willing to test that theory.
your eyes are tempted to screw shut but you want to watch. sensing your conflict, al haitham nods in approval to coax you.
“that’s more like it. you’re hard to resist when you’re so obedient.”
his fingers work themselves inside of you, precise thrusts, muscles defined and on display. he’s so . . . big, so filling and you might just lose it.
a prolonged gasp echoes as your thighs squeeze around his muscular arm. the continuous strokes of your sticky walls forces you upright into a sweltering mess. your pussy’s throbbing quickens erratically until he feels the rhythm steady out into a slow pulse— suckles that pulls his digits deeper toward yours sacred spot until you couldn’t anymore.
your senses fail when his thumb rubs your little clit to help drag out your end. you were nothing but a drooly and overstimulated shell of yourself, with meek moans falling from your mouth.
“yeah, that’s a good girl.”
he doesn’t stop milking you. his other hand reaches out to scratch behind your furry ears in praise while you crumble to pieces. he carefully removes his fingers from inside of you and pats your pussy that puffed from his ministrations. it pulsated around nothing—twitching like a bunny’s nose.
“I’d say you’re more than satisfied.”
you’re exhausted and still you nuzzle into his palm. what was once supposed to be a relaxing bath was now a drawn-out session of your dear owner playing with your sore cunt. still he admires your tired and spent state moving to actually get you clean this time.
“let’s get you to bed.”
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genshinimpactlife · 1 year
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Psssst psssst could I request nsfw headcannons for c0ckwarming alhaitham and dottore? Have a wonderful day/night 😚
Cockwarming Headcanons
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Alhaitham is a lazy man, so he would adore cockwarming.
Early morning hard-on? He will happily pull his pajama pants down just enough to let his cock out, slipping it inside you before falling asleep again.
He loves the feeling of being inside you. He would happily lay there for hours with you keeping his cock warm.
He likes to lazily grind against you but never fully thrust his hips into you.
When you're being a brat, he will have you sit on his cock, not letting you move until you're begging him to let you ride him.
"Can my Pet not keep still? That's another five minutes of having to sit here and look pretty."
After you have sex, he doesn't like to pull out. Instead, he lets his soft cock stay inside you as the two of you cuddle.
When you're connected like this, he can't keep his hands off you, always running them along your body, leaving behind goosebumps in their wake.
He will do just about anything to keep you on his cock, keeping you distracted with sweet kisses and mumbling about "five more minutes."
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Working in the lab? Of course he expects his pretty assistant to keep his cock warm.
He always has you sitting in his lap while you work, chest to chest.
You are not allowed to talk or wiggle while he's working. You just have to be a good warm hole for him to use.
If you move too much or make a sound, he won't hesitate to slap your bare ass, leaving a bright red mark before returning to his work.
But of course, he always rewards you when you do a good job. He will even let you decide how he fucks you if you were perfect for him.
Most of the time cockwarming is a punishment for you, to make you squirm, or simply for his own pleasure.
But some nights after you have sex, he can't help but keep his cock buried inside you.
If you try to move away to clean up or roll over, his arm will wrap around you, pulling you right back into place.
The two of you will fall asleep like this, connected for the entire night.
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auratux · 7 months
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HII
Can we have soft sex w Alhaitham, itto, diluc, Childe and zhongli ?? (Either like drabbles or hcs whichever you prefer)
HELLO <3 i loved writing this so much and I hope you enjoy!! cw: established relationships, fluff (fluffy sex I love it) angst (semi), cockwarming (kinda || childe is just angsty for some reason LMAO), praise kink || unedited/ not proofread !
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alhaitham
"I love you," Alhaitham mutters against your lips, the pads of his fingers dragging lazily down the small of your back to the top of your ass.
The morning light peeked through the beige curtains that covered the windows - the binding doing minimal work as the rays could still penetrate the room.
alhaitham's hips move at a slow pace that seemed like he wasn't moving at all - his grip on your body tight that he was afraid you'd leave this moment if he didn't hold on.
"i love you too," you mutter back, your fingers twirling the silver hairs at the nape of his neck.
small noises and noncoherent noises match with the gentle rut of his hips.
alhaitham had woken up before you and watched as you slept. the golden rays of the sun laid upon your face, the light highlighting all your features that made them stand out.
he took in every aspect.
the curve of your nose to the apple of your cheeks, outlining your lips to your chin.
perfection.
"god you're so beautiful," he gasps out, relishing in the way your cunt squeezes him tightly as if you were trying to keep him in. "You're perfect in every way," his hand trails up to your nape, pressing your foreheads together.
his orbs bore into your own, his eyes holding nothing but adoration and love. he absolutely enjoyed mornings like this with you. being able to show his love for you right off the bat was something he loved.
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itto
his lips press against yours in a gentle yet sloppy kiss, his tongue protruding your lips in a way of asking permission.
large hands grab at your waist, his nails barely poking your skin but enough to have chills sent up your spine.
the tip of his cock nudges at your sweet spot over and over again- the pleasuring starting to overwhelm you, but you wanted more.
you wanted more of him.
and he wanted all of you.
"i need you," itto mutters into your ear, his arm wrapping around your body. the oni brings you closer to his chest, your nipples brushing against his chest, the stimulation making you whine.
"itto," you whimper, your fingers tangling into his locks, giving it a gentle tug and loving the noise he let out in response. "I need you... i need more.
"I know baby," he coos, his nose burrowing into the crook of your neck, taking a whiff of your smell. his pace slows down - his hips stilled despite your whines of protest for him to move but you're quick to be silenced when you feel his lips press on your forehead.
he wants to wreck you and have you cry his name for everyone to hear, but this time is different.
he wants nothing more than to worship you and make everything all about you. your needs are more important to him than anything and everything in the world.
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diluc
no words were exchanged between you and your husband. the only words that were needed were the unspoken words of your bodies becoming one.
Diluc's arms are on both sides of your head, his lips pressed up against yours in a soft kiss. pieces of his hair came undone from his ponytail, the tresses tickling the side of your face that cause you to let out a small noise in amusement, and his face lets out the faintest smile.
your legs are wrapped around him, bringing him closer than what he was now and even more, if that was possible.
his cock was hugged by your walls in the most delicious way that he wishes he could just live and bask in this feeling for the rest of his life.
his body rubbed against yours with every pump of his hips - his lips swallowed every noise you let out.
tiny whines, heavy breathing and his favorite of all - his name rolling off your tongue in a melodious way.
he absolutely loved the way you called for him. whether it was doing regular tasks around your home and you needed his help, or when he would enter a room. or his favorite by far, the way you'd call out to him and hold him close when your bodies joined and proved your love to one another.
no words were needed during this moment, only your hearts and love for each other.
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childe
cerulean hues gleam with the glossy tears that threaten to fall. The faintest bit of red under his eyelashes begins to show. childe buries his head in your neck, his grip on your body never letting go.
"I'm here," you whisper, your fingernail trailing up and down the nape of his neck, holding him close to you "I'm never leaving."
childe's hips remain still, unable to focus on pleasuring you when the thoughts of you abandoning him or something horrible that could possibly happen circulate his mind.
"but what if something were to happen.. I could never live with myself. what if I lose control one day and I hurt you? kill you?"
"Childe.."
"what if they kill you?" he whispers, eyes slightly wide in shock, imagining the very scenario.
"hey," your tone holds some assertiveness that it catches his attention. "I'm not going anywhere. I trust you with my life."
"You mean it?"
of course you meant it. you meant everything you said to the man. your reassurance was all he needed in his vulnerable moment. it wasn't the first time this has happened - but you were there for all the other times. after awhile, he was finally able to calm down and was determined to show you how much you meant to him.
childe's hips move at a very slow pace, his lips never leaving your neck as he places millions of small kisses. With each kiss he mumbled the words 'i love you' and now you were brought to tears.
soft moans and whimpers come from you as you mumble back sweet words of love for only his ears. your fingers dance up and down his bare back, the point of your nail digging slightly into his porcelain skin, the prick causing a shiver to go down his back.
"you're so amazing," you whisper, your spare hand cupping his cheek. sweat glistened on your forehead - yet you looked like an angel shining underneath him. "I love you so much."
"i love you more, my love."
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zhongli
"z-zhongli" you moan out, your fingers digging into his shoulders, feeling his muscles contract underneath your touch. "feels so good.."
"i know," he grunts, inhaling sharply when you ground onto him, your pretty cunt tightening around him every time you went down on him.
his slender fingers hold your waist, keeping your body in close proximity to his. your clit brushes against him, the friction causing a new sensation to chart through your body.
a sharp cry emits from your lips, your arms now thrown around his neck. his grip tightens on you, shifting his lower body to sit in a more comfortable position.
"you're doing so well," he mutters into your ear, nibbling at the shell. "so pretty.. so beautiful.. my beautiful," his lips press against your cheek, helping you roll your hips on him.
your face warms at his comment.
it wasn't out of the ordinary for him to compliment you like this. In fact he did it on a daily - almost hourly. yet, it always catches you off guard and throws you in a spiral where you get giddy.
"i'm so lucky to have you," the corner of his lips curls upward slightly, his knuckle brushing against the soft skin of your face. "you make me so incredibly happy."
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osachiyo · 9 months
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☆ BABY MAKIN'! ☆
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˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ VARIOUS GENSHIN MEN X FEM! READER
˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ CHARACTERS INCLUDED! Al-haitham, Zhongli, Diluc, Xiao, Childe
˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ CONTENT WARNINGS! Breeding, explicit smut, hair pulling, marking, choking, petnames, mirror sex, feral men, belly bulge, overstimulation etc
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!
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AL-HAITHAM
You jolted when Al-haitham thrusted up into you again, making you lean your head limp on his shoulder as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. He had you in a full- nelson in front of a huge mirror, making you watch while he abused your puffy little cunt. His strong arms were hooked under your knees, pushing your legs back almost to your bouncing breasts as he plunged thick girth as deep as it could go. He knew it wasn't the best position for trying and making a baby but he didn't mind too much, not when you look so fucking delicious taking his cock like this. "Rub yourself for me, play with that pretty clit," Al-haitham grunted, now biting your earlobe. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as you complied to his demand, the knot in your stomach too close to snapping in half. You squealed when Al-haitham thrusted into you faster, close to reaching his peak as he ordered you to rub yourself faster, harder. Your jaw slacked open when you finally reached your breaking point, gushing all over Al-haithams cock. He moaned out from the tightness, releasing his thick load into you, filling you with his warmth. You both panted while trying to catch your breath, until he smirked and spoke into your ear--
"Ready for round two?"
ZHONGLI
You didn't know too much about Dragon heats or ruts but that's okay, you didn't have to. Not when you were too busy getting your guts re-arranged by Zhongli. Your legs were hiked over his shoulders as he rutted into the heat of your wet cunt, making an obscene noise every time he slammed his hips against yours. But even while absolutely destroying your cunt, he held your hand gently, intertwining his fingers with your much delicate and smaller ones as he panted out words of encouragement and praise that had you creaming around his cock even more. He could see a bulge appearing in your stomach every time he thrusted into your welcoming cunt, making him groan with a need to breed, breed and breed. "Gonna make you a mommy, dear. Would you l-like- fuck- that? Yeah?" You gasped and threw your head back when he palmed the bulge in your tummy, god he was so big. He leaned in close to your ear, a low growl forming in his throat as his grip on you tightened-
"Can't wait to fill you up and make you my little wife. You're going to carry my children like the good little wife you are, aren't you?"
DILUC
You were taking care of Klee for the day, as everyone else was busy with their own work and you just happened to be free! Klee also loved you a lot, you were just amazing to play with, bless that child. But what you didn't notice is Diluc's burning gaze on you as you interacted with the sweet little girl. You'd make a wonderful mother, really.
That's why you were pushed into a mating-press that night, the candlelight illuminating your soft figure against Diluc's big and built one. He pinned your legs against your chest, making it hard to breathe and revealing your sopping cunt to him, he could see everything. You whined when he slid his hardened cock over your folds, coating himself with your sweet essence. He pulled back slightly and lined his blunt head with your clenching and unclenching entrance, pushing only the head in and tipping his head back with a low groan. He waited a few moments then buried himself to the hilt, making you gasp and clench his cock so fucking deliciously, he could almost taste his orgasm coming already. But he had to wait, he needed you to cum first. He reached a hand down to play with your swollen clit while pounding into you-
"Cum for me, baby, won't you? 'need you to cum right fucking now, 'gonna cream on this cock so nicely, yeah?"
XIAO
You gripped the sheets tighter when Xiao thrusted into you roughly, his hips smacking against your ass. A hand splayed across your lower back, arching it even further as you babbled nonsense about how it was too much- or he was gonna break you. It was clear he couldn't hear you, not when your pussy was gripping his cock so fucking nicely. He had to claim you as his. He had to mold your little cunt to the shape of his cock. What better way to mark you than stuff you with his cum? He groaned at the thought of you walking around with a swollen belly, carrying his children. You vaguely remember Zhongli warning you about Xiao's ruts. You shouldn't have underestimated how fucking needy he could get. He was too out of it to hear your muffled cries and begs for him to slow down. He needed to breed you. Eventually your knees gave out and you fell on the mattress, body still bouncing upwards from the yaksha's brutal thrusts.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck- you're mine. All fucking mine. You got that? I'm gonna stuff you full, ju- agh!- just you fucking wait."
CHILDE
You squealed when Childe shoved his cock back into your sopping, overstimulated hole. He hooked his hands under your knees and pushed them all the way back, putting all of his bodyweight on your poor, writhing form as your eyes rolled back. You had just come down from an orgasm when Childe started again. He was determined to make you a mommy, fill you up so much that it overflows. Your stomach had a small bulge from the sheer amount of cum this man had fucked into you. But alas, he still wasn't satisfied. He had been fucking you for so long that a white ring had formed on his cock, your cunt milking him for all his worth. His lips formed a crazed grin as he loomed over your almost passed-out form.
"Don't tell me you're already tired, pretty girl. We still have a long way to go."
AYATO
When you brought up the subject of having a child to Ayato, he was over the moon. You knew you both would be great parents. He had taken you out that day. He took a day off of work to take you around Inazuma and have a great time. But once you got home, let's just say things...escalated.
"Can't- can't take more, please- Ayato!" You sobbed out, fat tears rolling down your swollen cheeks as Ayato only tsked, slapping your ass harshly as he continued thrusting into your abused and battered cunt. You buried your face into the pillow, tears staining the pillowcase. Ayato smirked and pulled your head back by your hair while delivering a particularly hard thrust, shushing your cries of pain and pleasure as he smoothed a gloved hand down your arched back then- slap! His hand collided with the soft flesh of your ass, the stinging pain ripping another orgasm out of you while you shook violently in your husband's hold. Your cunt creamed all over his cock, making him grunt and thrust into you harder, chasing his own release.
"Fuck, you look so pretty like this, darl'. Gonna give you so much of my cum that you'll feel empty without it. Would you like that, slut?"
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heizouology · 9 months
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˗ˏˋ tattoo artist kaveh and piercer alhaitham ´ˎ˗
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ tags: nsfw, kaveh x afab reader, alhaitham x afab reader, kaveh x afab reader x alhaitham, threesome, double penetration, lots of praise and aftercare (kaveh), slight sadism (alhaitham), degradation (alhaitham).
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ notes: kaveh and alhaitham are roommates and work at the same tattoo and piercing studio. i imagined kaveh’s tattoo style to look like @/zihwa_tattooer’s work on instagram. i’d sell an organ to be tattooed by her, i’m a whore for fine line omg.
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❛ kaveh ༉‧₊˚
kaveh is so insanely pretty and he’s got the prettiest tattoos too. simple, aesthetic, black fine line designs are placed in certain parts of his body - his arms, hands, and back, complimenting his features instead of overpowering them. you can’t help but admire them every time you see him, which he doesn’t mind - he loved the attention you give him. he also has few cartilage, adorned with gold leaf and feather themed jewelry, all done by alhaitham.
a month into your relationship, he gave offered to give you a tattoo, free of charge. unsure of what to get, he picked out a few designs from his flash that he thought would look nice on you. you settled on a simple butterfly below the back of your neck, a place he recommended, as it’s one of his favorite places to kiss you. the process was pretty painful but kaveh’s steady and light hand, along with his calming praises and small talk, made it a lot better. also, his hair was up in a clip, which was a little treat for you as well - you loved it when he wore his hair like that.
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during sex, kaveh always prioritizes your pleasure over his own. he's so gentle with you, constantly mumbling little praises and encouragement as you ride him, caressing your back with a feather-light touch and helping you keep a steady rhythm. he loves you so, so much, and hates to see you in pain - he constantly checks in to make sure you're alright, making sure you know your safe word, etc. he remembers all of the places that make you feel good, all of your favorite positions, and all of the little praises you love to hear.
he'll eat you out before fucking you with his dick, making sure that you're all nice and wet for him. he loves it when you tug on his hair, urging him to continue. your moans are like music to his ears, fueling his desire to bring you as much pleasure as possible.
kaveh’s a switch, though he prefers giving rather than receiving. when you want to be dominant, though, he’ll make the sweetest moans, begging you for more. he loves it when you mark him up with hickeys, and will wear his hair up to show them off the day after, letting everyone know that he’s yours. he’s so happy and grateful that he’s loved by someone like you, and treasures every little mark you give him, knowing it’s a symbol of your love.
he thinks you’re the most beautiful person in the world as you’re coming down from your high. he never lacks in aftercare - he knows how much you need reassurance and love afterwards, so he’s quick to pull you into his embrace, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he caresses all of the places he knows will be sore later.
“you’re already beautiful, but i think you’d be even more beautiful with a few tattoos,” he whispers as you lay against his chest. his hand goes to cover yours, his thumb rubbing over your outer hand and wrist, a little smile forming on his face as he imagines designs for you. “a floral design here would look so pretty. imagine us holding hands, tattoos showing and all.”
his hand then moves to your side, tracing it with his fingers. “then, maybe one here as well, starting from here and extending all the way up here,” he explains, starting from your waist and ending next to your breast. “we can add little snakes or cute butterflies to the design. make you a beautiful little garden.”
secretly, he dreams of getting matching tattoos with you as your relationship progresses. he’s drawn out some ideas based off of your shared interests that he’ll show you when the time comes, but for now, it’s his little secret.
the next day, he'll invite you over to his studio after hours to work on your new tattoo. besides loving aftercare in bed, he cares for your tattoo aftercare as well. he’ll constantly be nagging at you to not scratch it, carries aquaphor with him just in case you need to reapply, and once it’s healed, he has a small little bottle of sunscreen for when it’s exposed to the sun, knowing that you always forget to put some on.
he doesn’t want his little piece of art getting ruined, especially if it’s on such a beautiful canvas as yourself.
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❛ alhaitham ༉‧₊˚
alhaitham is so fucking hot. he usually wears basic, black t-shirts and tank tops, showing off his bulky tattooed arms. his upper body is covered in bold tattoos - usually traditional, though he does have a sword tattoo on his forearm from kaveh. he's got a side labaret, a tongue piercing, and a ton on his ear - industrial, helix, you name it. on his large, veiny, tattooed hands are a collection of silver rings, not a single finger plain.
when the two of you began dating, you said you've been interested in getting a septum for a while, though you were still on the fence about it - you were scared about the healing process and if you'd even like it. you got your ears pierced when you were young, so it would technically be your first piercing. he offered to do it for you, and if you didn't like it, you can simply take it off. though, he assured you that you’d look beautiful with it. the idea got you interested, and he took you to the studio to get it done.
the piercing was quick, though it did hurt a little, especially since you didn't have the best pain tolerance. your eyes got a little watery, a single tear falling. it was a little embarrassing for you, though alhaitham guiltily thought it was kind of hot. he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a sadist - he never has these thoughts while piercing his clients, but seeing you like this was different. after putting in your jewelry, a cute little gold clicker, he quickly excused himself to grab you a cup of water, though it was mainly to calm himself down.
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
he fucks you hard and rough. he loves seeing you beg and will often deny your orgasm to see you all needy, crying for him to let you cum. he loves holding your wrists so he has complete control over you. he thinks it's so cute that you're so small and weak in comparison to him - it fuels his lust to break you and then spoil you afterwards.
he loves to degrade you, too. he'll call you a whore while fucking you mercilessly, saying you're such a slut for him and his cock. he'll never say anything meant to hurt you, though. if he notices his degrading goes too far, he'll apologize and make it up to you, toning down the roughness and slipping in a few praises instead.
during one of your sessions, he has you standing in front of the bathroom sink, holding onto the counter for your dear life as he's pounding into you. he holds your chin so you're forced to stare at the lewd sight, kissing your sensitive ear and neck as he does so.
"look at how cute you are," he coos with a low voice, grunting as he thrusts into you. his hand moves to cup your breast, giving your nipple a little pinch, causing you to gasp in pleasure. "you'd look so pretty with piercings here. have you considered getting them done?"
his hand cradling your chin moves down to hold your other breast, flicking your nipples. "imagine how good they would feel while we fuck," he mumbles, his warm breath against your ear as he stares at your reflection with you. "of course, i'll pierce them for you - don't want any other man seeing you like this," he whispers, giving you a kiss on the cheek. "what do you think?"
you're too fucked out to say anything, so you nod. he smiles as one of his hands travel down to your stomach, his index finger stopping on top of your belly button.
"and maybe one here. you'd look so pretty with one, and you'd get to wear more of those tiny shirts you like so much," he mutters. you told him you've been interested in wearing clothes that show your midriff, though you're self-conscious about showing your stomach. he would assure you that you'd look fine every time you bring it up, though it wasn't enough to boost your confidence. “so, so pretty," he purrs, circling his finger over it and giving your cheek another kiss, before his hands travel down even further.
his hand stops at your clit, slowly rubbing it with one hand as he holds your chin again with the other. "and maybe a piercing on the hood here, too. wouldn't it feel so, so, so good here? the smooth metal rubbing against your clit as i fuck you. imagine how sensitive you'll be when i put a vibrator against it," he teases, increasing the intensity of his fingers. "and imagine how hot you'd look with one. a little secret between you and me.” the idea of getting a clitoris hood piercing was never on your mind, but with the way he described it pushed you off the edge, and you were forced to watch your reflection as you cum.
"that's my girl," he whispers, watching you with a smile as you tremble from the intense pleasure, his hands moving to your waist to hold you steady.
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❛ alhaitham and kaveh ༉‧₊˚
god, fucking the two of them at the same time would feel so good. while you're dating one of them, the other notices the two of you having sex in their room and can't help but join in.
while kaveh's so gentle with you, making sure you're alright and giving you plenty of kisses and praises, alhaitham is merciless, manhandling and degrading you. it’s the perfect balance between being spoiled and being ruined, and you’re in love with it. the two of them are competing to see who can fuck you best, and you're unsure of who's winning - your lover or his roommate.
you lay on the bed as alhaitham opens your legs, kissing from your stomach down to your folds. he sucks roughly on your clit and prods his tongue into your hole, causing you to feel his piercing against you. the pleasure is intense, almost too much as he slips two fingers in, fingering you quickly and deeply, abusing your g-spot. he runs his tongue on your clit, making you feel his hard tongue piercing, causing you to go insane in pleasure.
as alhaitham bullies your pussy, kaveh’s behind you, giving you the much needed kindness you weren’t receiving from alhaitham. he hushed you as he lovingly kisses your ear, nibbling and sucking on your earlobe. his hand travels down to your breasts, groping them slowly so as to not overstimulate you, but rather enhance your pleasure.
with alhaitham’s aggressive oral and kaveh’s sweet care, you find your high approaching, and they both know it by the way your body reacts to them. alhaitham speeds up his fingers and licks as kaveh teases you with his hot breath against your ear, and you find yourself cumming hard on alhaitham’s tongue.
the two of them let you catch your breath, and once you do, kaveh is gently turning you around so you’re facing him, taking off his pants to reveal his hard cock. he scoots down, resting his head on the pillows as he guides you to sit on his dick. you lace your fingers with his, slowly sinking down onto his dick while he sings little praises for you.
“angel, you’re taking me so well,” he gleams, watching as you fully bottom out. “so perfect, so, so perfect.” he says, pulling you down to his chest as he thrusts up into you.
“quit babying her, she’s a slut,” alhaitham bickers. “she knows how to put a dick in her.”
“shut your damn mouth, you’re just jealous because you’re not the one fucking her right now," kaveh sneers, and though his words were harsh, he didn't change his tender touch on you.
alhaitham sighs, watching as kaveh fucked you with so much care, whispering into your ear and drowning you in kisses. he’s so vocal during sex, something that alhaitham wasn’t. getting turned on by the scene, he takes off his pants, stroking his dick.
after a while, when you were soon nearing your high, you noticed that alhaitham was gone from your side. from behind, you feel someone prod a finger at your other hole, prepping you for his cock. it was alhaitham. you're scared of the pain - you weren’t used to getting it there and it hurts a little, which kaveh notices and quickly stops.
"i... i can't..." you stutter, holding onto him. alhaitham slows down, though his fingers don’t leave your hole.
"it's alright, babe," kaveh hushes, stroking your cheek. "it'll feel better soon, okay? you'll feel so good with the two of us inside of you. can you do it for us? i know you can handle it," he says. from behind, alhaitham's kissing your back, paying special attention to your tattoo. you nod, causing kaveh to smile and kiss your forehead. “thanks, my love.”
kaveh thrusts into you again, this time more slowly and deeply. alhaitham continues prepping your asshole, adding in another finger. once he thinks you're ready to handle him, his fingers leave you, being replaced by the tip of his cock, which stretched you way more than his fingers did.
"just breathe, okay?" kaveh says, holding your hand. as alhaitham slowly inserts himself in, kaveh's mumbling little "i love you"s and "you're doing so good for us" against your lips, wiping away any tears that fall. the stretch is painful, but you know it'll be all worth it in the end.
after a few careful thrusts from alhaitham, careful to not hurt you, the pain soon turns into pleasure as you get used to his size. your winces became moans, and you hold onto kaveh. he asks if it’s okay for him to start moving again, and you nod, allowing him to pick up where he left off.
"enjoying it already? you sure are a slut, huh," alhaitham grunts from behind, increasing the intensity of his pace. their thrusts aren't synced - while one pulls away, the other is going in, causing you to be constantly stimulated. it feels so good feeling so full, and you soon find yourself reaching your high, gripping onto kaveh's shoulders for stability.
they fuck you through your orgasm, slowing to a stop once you’re done. they let you take a little break as they litter kisses all over you. you snuggle up against kaveh, sapped of energy, until you hear alhaitham laugh as he lifts you up so your back is pressed against his chest.
"think you're done already? we haven't even came yet," he teases, making your heart sinks. you were already so tired, so fucked out, but you weren’t done yet? you'll be having a long night.
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yuutx · 2 months
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ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋, 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐌 ! (𝒜𝐿𝐻𝒜𝐼𝒯𝐻𝒜𝑀)
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al haitham x f!reader . 18+ content. ⟆ nsfw + oral sex (f receiving). praise kink. face sitting. clit rubbing. ⟆ mdom + fsub ⟆ not proofread ! ( ˘ ᵕ˘(˘ᵕ ˘ )
god ive wanted to write smut about my husband sooo badly ( i need to add him to my selfship post ! ) also im vv sorry for not posting many fics or deleting some of them,, i doubt my writing abilities alooottt. also sum1 pls tell me if this fic layout is better/better looking than my usual one ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !
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Your sopping cunt rutted against his tongue, hips stuttering with each drag against the warm, wet appendage. Slick smeared across his face, leaving a sticky reminder of his own ministrations, a mess he didn't seem to mind one bit. Alhaitham hummed, a deep, pleased sound that vibrated up his tongue and straight to your core. It was like his very being was dedicated to the task of making you fall apart, his hands keeping your hips in place as he fucked his tongue into you, lapping at the sweet essence your body provided.
Each time he pulled back to catch a breath, he dove back in just as quick, eating your pussy with such passion that your head spun. Your hands found purchase in his hair, and your thighs clenched around his face with the effort to keep still but the pleasure was far too much to contain, hips bucking and grinding down on his tongue with fervor. It felt like he was devouring you, the sounds of his mouth meeting your dripping heat a cacophony of obscene, erotic noises. The way he looked up at you, the teal of his eyes nearly completely swallowed by the darkness of his pupils, a haze of lust over them. You were a sight to behold, the way your chest heaved with the effort to take in air, how your cheeks were aflame, the way your eyes glistened with the need for more. He couldn't get enough, wanted to taste every part of you, and you were more than happy to oblige.
His thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing firm, insistent circles and you could barely hold yourself together, a sob escaping you. You were so close, the knot in your belly threatening to unravel with each movement, with each brush of his tongue and thumb. His name left your lips in a litany of curses and praises, begging him not to stop. Your head spun with the force of the pleasure that crashed over you, the feeling of his tongue against your clit, sucking harshly as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. Your toes curled, and you could feel the tears pricking the corners of your eyes, your release finally, blissfully coming.
" H-hha-Ha-Haithammmm, please, please I'm—I'm going to—" You babbled, unable to even finish your sentence before he doubled his efforts, laving at your pussy as you rode out your orgasm. He groaned, the way you spasmed around his tongue only further egging him on. He lapped at you like you were the most delicious thing he had ever tasted, the sounds of your pussy squelching and his mouth meeting it echoing off the walls. Only when you whimpered from overstimulation did he stop, pressing a gentle kiss against your throbbing, used clit.
"You did so good, my darling," he praised, and the heat returned tenfold, your core fluttering at his words. "You look so beautiful when you cum." You shuddered, a whine leaving you as his thumb rubbed slow circles against your folds, the pressure almost soothing. You could only manage a few shaky breaths before he was lifting himself, kissing a path up your belly, his hand finding yours, entwining his fingers with your own. "Are you ready for another round?"
The grin on his face was downright sinful, the look of his lips coated with your slick only spurring you on. Your breath was taken away from you, your heart hammering in your chest as you nodded, eager to be at his mercy.
"That's my girl."
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it's too good and it's true
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☁  alhaitham x f!reader x kaveh s.mut, genshin impact ☁  reader is afab and goes by she/her. alhaitham delays your orgasm for 5 days whilst kaveh is away. poly and established relationship. bits of alhaitham x reader and alhaitham x kaveh before the finale alhaitham x reader x kaveh. orgasm delay and denial (you cum at the end dw!!), alhaitham calls you his cumdump and cocksleeve, thigh-fucking (haitham), toys (just for a bit), overstimulation, oral (both m and f receiving), slight cervix bumping, slight choking, double penetration, slight dacryphilia, creampie, slight cumplay. alhaitham uses cameras to keep watch on u. there’s a alhaitham x kaveh shower sex section. alhaitham is mean at first but he loves you. kaveh is so sweet. they’re both very sweet at the end, they both use pet names: baby, love, pretty. aftercare at the end!! ☁ 6.k words. A/N: my pussy created this. also this is basically alhaitham delays readers orgasm and then both him and kaveh console u w sex LMAO /lh.
You agree to Alhaitham’s little game for the five days Kaveh is away, but you didn’t think it would be this bad.
Five days of no orgasms doesn’t sound that hard, really. You’ve got plenty of work to do, and a week won’t kill you.
But what Alhaitham failed to mention, was what he would do during that time. Because Alhaitham didn’t say anything about his own orgasms.
His smart and perverted ass set up a high-definition camera in the bedroom. So he could watch you, make sure you’re behaving, even when he’s not home. And for the first two days, you thought he might take pity on you and let you cum if you begged hard enough, begged pretty enough. His tongue swipes against your clit over and over again, fingers pressing deep into your cunt. And you ask oh-so-nicely if you can cum, tears falling down your face.
But he only plays with you long enough to get you slick, dripping, for his own cock to slide into you, his hands spreading you from behind to watch himself sink in.
He’s careful about it, pressing your face against the pillows, forcing your back to arch as he pounds into you. He’s careful to make sure your clit isn’t touched, that he’s maximizing his own pleasure whilst minimising yours. You sob as he cums inside of you, spent. And then he cleans you up like normal, takes you into his arms like normal, before falling straight to sleep next to you.
It takes hours for the throbbing of your cunt to subside. You look down at the camera at the bottom of the bed. You don’t dare disobey him, because if there’s anything you know, it’s that his punishments come even harsher.
You find out that there’s cameras in the bathroom and the office the first time you try to touch yourself, try to misbehave. You look at the showerhead and think about how good the pressure would feel, your hands sliding between your legs for not even two minutes before the Akasha terminal on the bathroom counter starts ringing.
Fuck, you think, before wiping your ear and putting on the device.
“What did I say about touching what’s mine?”
Alhaitham’s voice is rough with a dangerous edge, both making your stomach drop and your pussy even wetter. You swallow down your arousal with apologies.
By the third day, he doesn’t even need to prep you, really. It takes seconds of his hands pressing against your cunt when he gets home before you start to slick against his fingers, like your body remembers how long it’s been, what’s required of it.
He smirks at the touch. Makes it easier for him to slide into you for the night, holding one of your thighs up as you lie on your side.
“Just a little cumdump for me, aren’t you?” You moan against his cheek, your head falling back on his shoulder, your legs shivering as his pace gets faster.
“My precious little cocksleeve, taking my cock so well.” His voice drops low, breath ghosting over your ear. It takes everything in you to keep your hands to yourself. He presses deeper into you, fingertips gripping your thigh harder.
“This is what you’re made for, isn’t it? Ah, fuck.” You think it might be worse listening to him, hearing him get closer and closer to a climax that you will never reach. You moan wantonly anyways, crying into his neck.
“This pretty pussy’s just for me, wet and aching just for me,” he kisses your neck, “makes me cum every time. Fuck, baby, m’gonna cum.” He fucks you hard, your heartbeat erratic in your chest, your thighs clenching together, your walls shaking as it milks his cock.
He takes a sharp intake of breath and cums, his movements slowing but not stopping, taking in his minutes of satisfaction, ropes of white spilling inside of you, before he relaxes.
You swear it would only take one swipe against your clit to make you cum, and he seems aware of that too as he cleans you up, wet towel wiping your whole body first so your pussy can calm down before he gets to it, carefully cleaning up the mess he made.
“You’re so good for me, baby,” he tells you lovingly, and you wrap your arms around his neck.
“H-Haitham,” you sob, breath hitching, “I-I wanna…”
“I know, love,” Alhaitham coos, petting your hair, “when Kaveh gets home, we’ll all give each other some love. Think you can wait until then, baby?”
You nod into him, letting him make the decisions. Because you know, in the end, he’s always taken care of you.
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On the fourth day, Alhaitham comes home late, at 2AM in the morning. You’ve been busying yourself with work all day, and you’re fast asleep, your lips pursed cutely, your cheeks smushed by the pillow.
You look so sweet, he feels his cock hardening in his pants. He just has to ruin you again tonight.
He goes to touch between your legs and smiles, glad to find you’re still wet. He’s had his own fill of orgasms from torturing you everyday, so he figures even when you’re asleep, you can help make his dick hard again, can’t you?
“That’s what you’re made for, isn’t it, baby? To take my cock whenever I want?” he whispers to no one.
He pets your hair, removing your soaked panties and replacing them with his own cock between your legs, sliding against your wet cunt and thighs. Archons, he thinks he could get off just from this, his jaw clackens as he gets his cock coated with your wetness, the soft skin of your thighs inviting him in.
“You’re so pretty,” he can’t help but mutter, even though you can’t hear him. You’re moaning quietly in your sleep, like you know without really knowing. He opens up the button-down you’re wearing, your skin shining under the moonlight, breasts bouncing with every thrust he makes between your thighs.
“H-Haitham…” you whimper into the night, not fully awake, making him even harder. He squeezes your thighs hard, pushing them together tighter.
“Fuck. Yeah, baby. I’m here.” He leans his body over you, breath ghosting over your ear, hair tickling your cheek. “You just rest, okay? You can- oh – you can go back to sleep. It’s okay.”
The first thing you notice is how warm and hard he is. You’re aware of how wet you are and at the same time sleep beckons to you. You wrap your arms around him, drifting in and out of consciousness for while, but moaning and whimpering his name all the same.
Alhaitham kisses you on the cheek, his nose bumping into yours. “Yeah, love. Gotta rest up before Kaveh gets back. Ahh, fuck, your thighs are so soft, your pussy’s leaking all over me. Got you all worked up and I’m not even inside you, huh?”
Your hand wraps into his hair at the nape of his neck, your back arching into him like it might grant you some kind of stimulation. You tense your thighs shut, squeezing his cock, and roll your hips up towards him, making him groan.
“Fuck, baby, just like that.” His cock moves past your folds again and again in long strokes, from the head all the way to the base. You whine at him for more, more, until he’s gripping the headboard, taking sharp intakes of breath through gritted teeth.
“I’m gonna come,” his voice catches between groans, hot breath puffing against your cheek. You feel his cock throb between your legs. His body tenses as he releases over your thighs, white spurts between your legs joining your slick that’s dripped down until he’s spent.
You whine up at him, holding him tighter like it’ll take away the ache between your legs. He holds you softly, lovingly, despite the torment he’s causing.
“You were so good to me, love. You’re so good,” he kisses the top of your head, uncharacteristically uncaring for the mess still between you both for the time he takes to console you. 
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On the fifth day, you try and busy yourself with work, because all you can think about is Kaveh coming home.
But Alhaitham isn’t that nice, of course. You should’ve known it, should’ve seen it coming.
Your hands are tied to either corner of the bed, courtesy of Alhaitham making sure you’re spread open before he goes to pick Kaveh up. He leaves a very small, unsatisfactory vibrator inside of you before he goes. But after the week you’ve had, it’s enough to keep you wet, waiting for them.
Kaveh is greeted with the prettiest sight in the world when he enters the bedroom.
“Hi, pretty,” he coos, eyes wandering down your body and back up. You mutter a soft “welcome home” as he kisses your forehead, moving your hair back.
“Alhaitham and I are just gonna get freshened up, okay? And then we’ll be right with you.” Kaveh smiles soft and easy, his fondness making you relax as Alhaitham removes the toy from you, wiping it down with a wet towel.
“Awh, you kept her slick just for me?” Kaveh kisses your cheek, gently pressing his hand on the inside of your knee to see the mess you’ve made.
“Let’s get in the shower. Don’t want you to get your travel germs on the bed.” The toy is cleaned and put back in the drawer, and Alhaitham pushes Kaveh by the waist into the bathroom.
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You think if you didn’t want Alhaitham so badly in this moment, you might punch him.
Because of course they’re having shower sex, and of course they’re being so goddamn loud.
Alhaitham presses Kaveh’s front against the shower wall, the cold shocking him for only a split second before behind even more shocked at the sight behind him. Alhaitham gets on his knees, pressing kisses to both sides of his rear, licking at the warm skin there.
“Alhaitham,” Kaveh pants, the shower water only an afterthought as Alhaitham’s tongue draws closer to his hole. “Oh, fuck. In the mood to spoil me, love?”
Alhaitham’s hand runs against the underside of Kaveh’s cock, making him shiver. “Moan louder, let her hear it.”
“Oh, is that what this is about?” Kaveh’s voice lilts teasingly, but it’s all the response he can manage before Alhaitham laps into his rim, pumping Kaveh’s cock at the same time. The shout Kaveh yells is almost real, his hands fisting against the shower wall.
“Oh, fuck!” Kaveh’s voice echoes off the shower walls and into the bedroom. “Your tongue feels so good!”
His tongue? You thrash against the sheets, moaning in tandem. How long has it been since you’ve felt that sensation? Alhaitham has always been methodical about it, observant, persistent licks over and over. And Kaveh has always been an artist, describing his situation so picturesque between moans. You can imagine it so clearly, the way Alhaitham would rile Kaveh up. The images flash in your mind side by side your fantasies of finally having them both again.
“Fuck, yes, touch me too. Ah, both places at once… it’s so much! Oh, please, more!” If you weren’t so wet right now, you might roll your eyes at how fucking annoying they are. But the sound of Kaveh’s nearing orgasm has your thighs clenching together, frustrated that you’re not allowed to cum and also that he is allowed.
“I-I’m gonna cum, ohh, Haitham. Spoil me more. Yes, right there! Oh, Archons, I-I’m coming,” you ache both in your pussy and your heart. You want to be spoiled, to be satisfied over and over.
You think that’s the end, that they’ll come out and treat you next, until you hear the sudden slap of skin and Alhaitham’s low grunts.
“It’s- it’s so big! Ohh, so sensitive… I think I- oh, harder! I’m gonna cum again!”
You huff as they finish and the showerhead turns off, mild jealousy and questions filling your mind. What if they’re too spent for you now? What if this is your punishment? What if-
The bathroom door opens to reveal your freshly washed partners. Kaveh smiles sheepishly, with Alhaitham smirking behind him.
You think you might cry. Kaveh’s eyes widen, his hands coming to cup your face immediately, and that’s when you realise you are crying. He moves quickly, untying you so that you can wrap your arms around him.
“Alhaitham,” Kaveh scolds his lover, who’s now standing very awkwardly next to the bed. “You tortured her too much!”
“You didn’t seem to think it was too much literally 5 minutes ago!” Alhaitham argues back.
“You made her cry!”
“She looks pretty when she cries.”
“Alhaitham!”
Kaveh redirects himself to you. “Shh, shh,” he pets you softly. “It’s okay, baby. We’re here for you now. And we’re gonna treat you so well. Aren’t we, Alhaitham?”
“That was the plan.”
“That is the plan!” Kaveh scowls at the man whose name he moaned 5 minutes ago before lying you down on the bed, his lips coming over yours.
His kisses are pillowy against yours, and you melt into his arms, your heart feels like it’s being put back together again. Alhaitham moves to behind you, stroking your back and moving your hair away from your face, laying kisses on your neck.
“Baby,” Kaveh whispers against your lips, “you’ve been so good. Five whole days like this? Love, you deserve the reward of a lifetime, don’t you think?”
You hug him again, sniffling against him.
“Aren’t you gonna apologize to her, Alhaitham?” Kaveh looks at him notably.
Alhaitham shifts to kiss down your spine, bringing your back flat against the bed once again. Kaveh situates himself with you in his lap, his hands moving over your breasts. Alhaitham mutters something about how “all I do is serve you both” as he spreads your legs, making Kaveh whistle low.
“Oh, baby, you’re still soaked,” Kaveh teases, tweaking your nipples between his fingers. “You get like that just from listening to us, pretty?”
“She gets that from not cumming for 5 days.” Alhaitham responds flatly.
“Tch. If you’re gonna take so long, I’ll get down there and treat her.”
Alhaitham smirks, pressing teasing kisses to your thighs. “She’s gonna cum so fast once I start. Aren’t you, love?”
And you hate knowing he’s right. Your hands grip onto Kaveh’s thighs, panting in response.
“Yeah, baby, you should hold on.” It’s the last sentence Alhaitham says before, gratefully, his tongue laps into your folds.
He moans at the taste immediately, humming against your core. You’re so warm, your pussy already pulsing under his tongue.
It’s heavenly, you think, the way he licks every crevice, cleaning up your slick and adding to it before grazing the tip of his tongue over your clit. You jerk up into him, his hands going to steady your hips.
“Mm. Sensitive, baby?” You can feel his smile against your cunt, his tongue testing the waters again, gently and carefully tapping the tip of it over your clit until the sensitivity becomes you moaning for more. 
And he gives it to you, gives you more, all that you’ve been wanting for the last five days. “You were so good for me, love,” he says between kisses, “you took my dick so well everyday, let me use you.”
Kaveh’s mouth comes down to kiss your neck, biting down hard enough to leave marks, then moves over your shoulder to lap your breasts, his fingers stroking your nipples. Your back arches, thighs threatening to close, you feel so strung up, breath haste.
“Baby’s getting close, isn’t she?” Kaveh uses his tongue to play with your nipple, bringing you steadily to the peak of your arousal.
“You can cum, love,” Alhaitham tells you, his arms wrapped around your legs to bring you closer, closer to his mouth. Your body shivers, shakes under both their tongues. Alhaitham quickens his tongue over your clit, tight circles with the perfect pressure that make you see stars. Kaveh pulls on your nipple a little harsher, sucking on the other.
It’s too much, you try to tell them between your moans and cries. But then you’re finally cumming, your thighs smushing Alhaitham’s head, though that doesn’t stop him from lapping up everything you have to give him. Your hands grip Kaveh’s thighs hard, and he lets you, continuing to suck and bite at your breasts. It’s an ecstasy you’ve missed for so long, that lasts minutes before your body finally relaxes. Your hands weave into Alhaitham’s hair apologetically.
But it’s not enough, you want another one, and you’re grateful for them because you don’t have to tell them. As soon as you come back to yourself, you realize neither of them have stopped. Your body jerks in oversensitivity, hands failing and grabbing at them.  
“W-wait,” you try to tell them, whimpering out their names, “it’s- it’s so sensitive.”
Kaveh gives you a tight squeeze and last little suckle before letting your head lie back on a pillow, moving under your leg to kneel next to Alhaitham between your thighs.
He kisses your thigh softly, as Alhaitham’s tongue starts to slow, looking to build you back up again. Alhaitham spreads your legs wider, to fit both his broad shoulders and Kaveh’s between them. The sight of them both between your legs together has you gripping the sheets, breath coming short.
“We’re gonna give you one more, mmkay?” Kaveh whispers, lips moving up and down your thigh. You nod aimlessly, leaning back.
“Look at us.” Alhaitham demands, and your eyes skim back to them.
Alhaitham’s darkened eyes meet yours as he removes his mouth from your cunt, wiping at your fluids dripping down his chin. “Tastes good,” he comments, admiring your body blatantly, kissing your other thigh.
“Yeah?” Kaveh comes closer to him, and like it’s a meal, has a taste. He moans at the touch of your soft folds against his tongue, the way they quiver slightly.
“Mm, does taste good.” Kaveh plunges his tongue slowly inside of you and back out, his thumbs spreading you slightly, kissing your abused clit.
Alhaitham comes back to join him, and your eyes widen as you realize what’s happening, both their tongues coming to pleasure you simultaneously. You think you might be seeing heaven. Kaveh kitten-licks at your clit, whilst Alhaitham moves to suck on your lower folds, copying Kaveh from before and sliding his tongue inside of you.
“You think you can come one more time for me?” Kaveh asks, smiling against your clit. You mutter a meek yes. Alhaitham replaces his tongue with his fingers, sliding one in before adding another, his head joining Kaveh’s as they lick on either side of your clit together.
Oh, Archons, you think you might faint. They’re not in sync at all, adding to your pleasure, making it so clear that both of them are down there. Kaveh’s licks are faster than Alhaitham’s, whereas Alhaitham’s are more sensual, their tongues brushing against one another. Alhaitham’s fingers curl inside of you, making them hold your body down as you try to move.
“You deserve to be spoiled,” Alhaitham whispers, so softly you almost don’t catch it. Your hands reach down to hold theirs respectively, big hands encasing your own. Kaveh uses his other hand to spread your lips a little wider, to make sure they’re licking every part of your little clit.
Lucky. You’re so lucky. It’s so much. Babbling comes out of your mouth, making them both smile endearingly. Kaveh takes over from your clit, and Alhaitham gets the hint, moving to focus on marking your thighs and moving his fingers, making sure they hit that spot inside of you that makes you see stars.
Kaveh builds you up faster, his tongue rapid and overtaking all your senses. Alhaitham matches his fingers to Kaveh’s pace.
“Look so pretty like this,” Alhaitham switches to licking lightly at your folds around his fingers. “Had to keep you like this all week, just because you’re so pretty.”
“Mm, go ahead, love,” Kaveh tells you. “Cum for us, whenever you’re ready.”
You grind into Kaveh’s mouth, once, twice, and on the third time, you cum again. A wave of pleasure rushes over you, crashing harder than before, your whole body tensing under their spell, tears about to fall. Kaveh looks so pleased, sucking on your clit and licking on it all at once. Alhaitham works you through your orgasm too, his fingers moving inside you relentlessly, only slowing down as your body relaxes.
You watch as Alhaitham removes his fingers from you and Kaveh takes him by the wrist, plopping the fingers in his mouth and sucking on them. Alhaitham’s sharp intake of breath and Kaveh’s greedy look says everything.
“Mm, I love the taste of my lover,” Kaveh grins.
“Get on the bed.” Alhaitham groans through gritted teeth.
“Oh, so bossy~”
Alhaitham opts for grabbing Kaveh by the arm and throwing him on the bed instead. “We’re not done yet.”
Alhaitham crawls over you, smashing his lips against yours to give you the sweetest sloppy kiss. He kisses like a demand for your attention, like only this moment exists.
He finally parts from you, hot breath with a hint of mint, and the energy in the room shifts.
He rubs his hand up and down your arm. “I hope…” he clears his throat, “that we are on our way to making, ah, an adequate apology.”
You wrap your arms around him, smiling and nodding, holding him tight, and Kaveh joins in, hugging you both.
“It’s okay, Haitham,” your voice muffled by their bodies. “Love you. Love you both.”
“Awh, see! She forgives you for all the torment you put her through. What a sweet thing~,” Kaveh pokes your face, making you giggle, and Alhaitham sighs in relief.
“Love you too, sweetheart.”
“Yes, yes. I love you both. Now!” Kaveh claps, “Could we please get on with the main course? Because I’ve been missing this pussy-”
“Didn’t you guys already…” you joke.  
Alhaitham rolls his eyes. “Oh, so us fucking just now wasn’t enough for you?”
“Hey! We all need our… special times! Okay? And you got to fuck her for the last four days! Whereas I was actually working out in the desert! I make the bread, bring it home-”
“But this is Alhaitham’s house.”
“Exactly. Where’s my rent payment? Or are you finally moving out?”
“This again?! And you!” He pokes your forehead, “Don’t side with him! I have been so nice to you. I could’ve let Alhaitham torture you more.”
“Ah, you’re right. Alhaitham, please don’t kick Kaveh out. How are you gonna have his dick if he’s not around?”
“Tch. I think you should both be more grateful that I’m so good at sharing.”
You all laugh together, giggles and kisses that move from innocent to heated. Kaveh grabs your hand and places it on his member, your shock apparent and arousal spiking as you feel him getting bigger in your hand. You wrap your fingers around his wide girth, pumping him gently.
Kaveh smiles alongside your lips at the feeling of your hands, so much smaller than his or Alhaitham’s, pulling you in for a deeper kiss, tongues tangling. Alhaitham kisses and bites your shoulder, his hands wandering all over your body, grabbing at your breasts and your thighs.
“Wanna fuck you so bad, sweet thing,” Kaveh moves to kneel between your legs, never moving his lips too far away from you, always pecking you with more kisses. Without effort, Alhaitham flips you over.
“Oh, is that how we’re doing it?” Kaveh teases, following Alhaitham’s cue and pulling you by the thighs towards the foot of the bed. You’re moved to be on your knees, and Alhaitham repositions himself to sit in front of you, your warm breath skimming over his growing member.
He pets your hair, thumb running over your cheek. “This okay, love?”
You nod, tongue darting out to the slit of his cockhead tentatively, before licking around the head. Alhaitham’s hands press into your hair, pulling you closer but not pushing. He smells like mint and musk, clean and pleasant and thick in your mouth, moans falling off his tongue with whispers of your name.
Behind you, Kaveh takes his time to warm you up, hands rubbing over your rear, grabbing your ass, massaging both globes in his hands. He pulls them apart to look at your glistening cunt, fingers swiping over to make sure you’re ready.
He taps your clit a few times, watching with amusement as slick pools in your cunt in response. “Looks like you’re ready, baby. I’m gonna start.”
His hands smoothen against your back, and you obey immediately, arching for him.
“Good girl,” he remarks, pressing the tip against your wet hole, then teasing away, using it to tap your clit over and over, moving it back again.
“So nice and wet… all for me, huh?” He smirks. “Haven’t even fucked you yet, but you’re dripping over me already.”
You whine around Alhaitham’s cock, and he grips your hair tighter by the roots, panting.
“Ohh, oh fuck,” Kaveh moans as he slides himself into you, slowly, inch by inch, making sure you’re accommodating for him. “Your pussy’s swallowing me in, baby. Miss me that much?”
You nod as best you can, your spit rolling down Alhaitham’s cock, tongue lapping against him. Kaveh presses himself deeper in, bullying his cock into you, and you try your best to focus on Alhaitham, moving to use your hand and letting out a yelp as Kaveh bottoms out.
“Fuuck, Archons, missed this pussy so goddamn much.”
At Alhaitham’s gentle bequest of tapping your cheek, you move back to his member, swiping your tongue over the pretty pearl of pre-cum before wrapping your mouth over his length.
Kaveh sets a slow pace first, savoring the feeling of your walls. “You’re so tight, baby. Feels so good,” he mutters, his grip on your thighs is strong, fingertips pressing in, his pace getting faster, pushing and pulling your body as your mouth continues to suck Alhaitham’s cock.
“Oh,” Alhaitham holds your hair, keeping it out of your face as Kaveh moves you. The shared pace gives some sort of unity, a shared pleasure being controlled by each brutal press of Kaveh’s hips as he crowds around your back, softly kissing your shoulder in contrast.
“This pretty pussy loves me so much, doesn’t she?” Kaveh smiles, voice sweet and words dirty, listening to your muffled whines, his mind clouded by the pure arousal zipping through his veins. His fingers reach around to slip over your clit, and you choke audibly on Alhaitham’s cock, throat constricting in a way that makes him swear under his breath.
“Holy shit,” Alhaitham breathes, “this throat is almost as tight as that cunt of yours.” He smoothens his thumb at the imprint of his cock in your throat, watch as it bobs, eyes flitting back to your face as hot tears fall down your cheeks.
Kaveh laughs, lightheaded as he gets close, evident in the way his breaths quicken and his heart beats rapidly against your back. But to your surprise, he pulls out of you and grabs you by the throat, sliding you off Alhaitham’s cock and turning your head back for a kiss, his tongue swiping behind your teeth and over your tongue. He moves his hands to your thighs, your back pressed against his front, cock still hard. He lifts you easily up in the air and lines up your cunt to Alhaitham’s cock, dripping your own essence as well as his onto Alhaitham’s spit-slick member.
You’re manhandled in the air as Kaveh brings you down over Alhaitham slowly, blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance. Kaveh smirks as he watches both your reactions, Alhaitham’s mouth dropped in a pretty ‘o’, finally quiet for once in his life.
“Fuck, Kaveh,” Alhaitham’s pleasure is barely restrained, hot pants of air interrupting his words, “could you- be going- any slower?” He's barely inside of you, only about two inches in, but the way your slick and spit rolls down his cock has him gripping the sheets.
 “Heh, what? Can’t take a little bit of denial?” Kaveh mocks, but obliges, dropping you down the last multiple inches all in one go, your hands reaching out for Alhaitham’s shoulders with a soft scream.
Alhaitham groans, chest rumbling as he grips your sore thighs, his own legs tensing as you cockwarm him, waiting patiently as Kaveh brings a finger to your other hole.
You lean into Alhaitham to give Kaveh more space, the cum you both shared earlier makes it easier for his finger to slide in, carefully opening you up before adding another finger.
“K-Kaveh!” you press your head into Alhaitham’s shoulder, and he holds you tight in his embrace as tears start to form again on your lower lash line.
“Shh, baby. It’ll feel good in just a moment. You know that, don’t you?” Alhaitham runs one hand in circles over your back, the other sliding between you both to tap on your clit lightly, distracting you as Kaveh continues to prep you. Alhaitham almost regrets his actions from the way your walls tighten around him, and then he regrets trying to reposition himself as he shifts inside of you, willing his aching cock to come back down.
“You gotta relax, okay?” Alhaitham opts to wrapping a hand around your neck instead, playing with the constriction there until you look at him all doe-eyed before letting go, inhaling sharply. Kaveh has three fingers inside of you now, and he decides that’s enough as he presses his lubed cock to your hole, the mushroom head sliding in slowly as both him and Alhaitham shush at you lovingly. You hiccup and sob into Alhaitham’s chest at the first inch, so full of them both.
"So much... don't know if it's gonna fit..."
"It'll fit, baby. Just trust us, mmkay?" Kaveh swipes your hair back to kiss your cheek.
“You’re gonna be stuffed with both of us in here, aren’t you, love?” Alhaitham’s soft voice accompanies his hands cupping your face as Kaveh bullies in another inch, whiny moans and swears filling the room.
“Archons, she’s tighter than ever,” Kaveh whispers, and Alhaitham gets it because Kaveh’s dick presses against your walls and your walls tighten around his own member. You don’t know how but you swear your body is making space for the two biggest cocks you’ve ever taken, your back arching as you start to beg Kaveh for more, more. The burn becomes addicting, your mind empty except for them, Alhaitham tensing inside of you, the rise and fall of his chest, Kaveh’s whispers of “just a little more” as he whimpers, his voice shaking as he bottoms out again.
“Baby. Baby, are you okay?” Kaveh asks as Alhaitham sits up again, his back against the wall, watching intently at your tear-streaked face nodding.
“Y-yeah, just- just wanna feel good.” Your hands go over both of theirs.
You think you might die, you think this might be the reason you’re alive, because Alhaitham nods at Kaveh once and they both start to move. You think you scream at times, you’re not sure, but you do know that Kaveh’s whines and Alhaitham’s groans join you. They fuck you at their own respective paces first, sometimes in sync and other times not. You are at times half empty and half full, but you definitely notice when they start to fuck you together, being split open by them, your body craving them the minute they leave and begging for more when they come back.
“It’s- ah- so good,” you tell them, hot breath ghosting over both sides of your body. Kaveh pulls your thighs wider, and you don’t know if it’s the heat or the arousal, but you are much more flexible than you remember.
And then they give you more, Alhaitham moves a hand to grab at your breast, thumb swiping over your nipple, watching the nub harden with each movement, your breasts jumping with each bounce over their laps. He helps Kaveh hold up one of your thighs so that the blonde can press a finger to your clit, and pleasure sparks, the coil of heat inside of you pulling taut.  
“Fuck, baby, I feel you tightening around me.” Alhaitham pants. It’s so much more intense with both of them inside you, every squeeze of your cunt brings you all closer together, both their cocks pressing against each other through your thin walls.
“Gonna- oh- make you cum like this,” Kaveh gasps, “wanna feel you cum like this. It’s gonna- fuck- gonna be so tight, so good. Think you can be good for us, love?”
You nod erratically, bouncing over them, there’s so much stimulation, your core throbbing. You can’t even begin to speak, only whines and whimpers leaving your throat.
“Awh. This is what it takes to dumb you out, is it?” Alhaitham smirks despite not faring much better, the head of his cock nestled deep inside you, pace growing faster with each drop and pull of you. Hot arousal spikes through him at the realization that he hears no quip reply from you, your head lolling as you beg for “please, more, please, Haitham, Kaveh”, almost incoherent.
“Don’t worry, baby, you don’t hav’to think about a thing,” Kaveh’s words slur, “just gotta cum whenever you wanna, mmkay?”
You try to tell them you’re close, but you don’t have to. They can tell from the way you’re tightening around them, their hands working in tandem.
It’s like a shock fills your body, a loud whine that turns into a silent scream that leaves you as your whole body tenses and you release. Your only thought is of how full you are, their movements restricted but still riding you through with gritted teeth. They both want to stave off their own orgasms for the minutes your pussy tenses around them, but before long-
“Alhaitham,” Kaveh moans in need, and Alhaitham gets the message, forcing your body up and back down again despite the tight squeeze, and it’s so much stronger, has Kaveh reeling as he chases his own high.
“I’m cu-” Kaveh doesn’t get to finish before his jaw slackens and he spurts into you, painting the inside of you white and stuffing you full of cum, both watching and feeling as it drips down his cock with every squeeze of your tight ass, lengthening his own orgasm. It doesn’t all fit inside of you, but he makes it fit, fucking it back into you. His pretty voice praises you, whines as he kisses your cheek, telling you how good you are.
Alhaitham is only seconds away, groaning something that sounds like your name. His cockhead presses against your cervix as he cums, spilling as deep inside of you as possible. Your walls are still tense around him, your orgasm lasting throughout his as you milk his cock. “Fuck, baby, that’s right. Squeeze it all out of me,” he whispers, his hot load filling you up, more than he’s ever imagined.
You realize how warm their cum is inside of you as you relax in tandem with them, both your holes filled to the brim and dripping with their seed. Kaveh leans you down over Alhaitham to slowly. pull out first, gasping in overstimulation. He watches a glob of his cum drip out of your gaping hole. He knows he’s greedy as he catches it with his finger, pushing it back inside of you, watching as more of it drips out around his finger.
“S-sensitive,” you whine, “Kaveh, t-thought we were done…”
“Shh, just wanna play with you a little before I clean you up.”
Alhaitham groans above you both, your walls shivering with aftershocks around his still-softening cock. He feels the cum drip down from your ass to your pussy to his own cock, mingling with the slick you and him have created.
Kaveh runs his thumb over your rim before finally letting up, leaning you back on his own front for Alhaitham, kissing you softly.
Alhaitham does the same as Kaveh, sliding with care out of you, frothy white ring still present at the base of his cock. It’s dangerous, he thinks. Makes him possessive over you. He watches, too, at the cum that drips out with his cock, tapping on your clit experimentally only to see more of it slip out of you as your pussy tenses.
“How cute,” Alhaitham smiles sweetly, and Kaveh throws him a wet towel. Alhaitham thanks him with a nod, pressing your sensitive core, Kaveh hushing your whines with kisses between wiping down himself and Alhaitham.
The towels are discarded somewhere, you don’t know and you can’t bring yourself to care with how tired and spent you are, every inch of you aching. They lie down, finally, on either side of you, holding you and each other.
“Welcome home, Kaveh,” Alhaitham’s grumbly voice interrupts your thoughts, as he goes to kiss your forehead and then Kaveh’s.
“Thank you, my loves.” It’s the last thing you hear before you drift off to sleep.
-
It’s evening when you wake up next to a still-sleeping Kaveh, blonde hair caressing his face, his cheek squished against the pillow. He looks angelic in the night. He slowly blinks his eyes open, smiling at seeing you next to him.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
You giggle. “It’s 6PM, babe.”
He rubs his face. “Ohh. Ah, yes, that makes sense.”
You both hear plates being set in the dining room, cutlery clanking against each other and onto a wooden table.
“Archons, he’s not quiet at all,” Kaveh laughs, sitting up and throwing you the first shirt he sees (it happens to be his) and grabbing a set of clothing for himself (it’s Alhaitham’s).
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, kissing the back of his neck. “Shall we?”
Kaveh smiles mischievously, grabbing behind your thighs and picking you up on his back as you yelp, having to awkwardly open the door for him as he beckons for Alhaitham at the table.
“Ah, you’re both finally awake.”
“Did you even sleep?!”
“Yes.”
“If you were asleep, how’d you make dinner?” You ask in a mocking, smartass tone. Kaveh wiggles his eyebrows at Alhaitham.
“Yeah! That timeline doesn’t work at all!”
Alhaitham sighs as if in frustration, but his smile betrays him, “Just sit down and get ready to eat already, won’t you both?”
You look around as you sit and notice that Alhaitham is wearing Kaveh’s trousers.
“Is it just my clothing that’s not being worn right now?”
“If I recall correctly, you didn’t have clothing on when we started,” Kaveh teases.
“Ah!” Kaveh and you enjoy the moment, only to be added with Alhaitham’s presence and the stunning food he brings in his hands.
“A few sharing dishes, since I figured we were all hungry.”
“I think I’m in love with you.” Kaveh wraps a hand around Alhaitham’s wrist, kissing the inside of it.
“I definitely love you.” You tell him, and as you all dig in, there’s a unanimous feeling that… everything is as it should be. Everything is right, and good.
It’s too good, and yet it’s true. The reality is, all three of you have found family and love too.
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alhaitham x m!reader
Request: well, since requests are open, perhaps I could request an alhaitham X male s/o where s/o has been really stressed lately with school and has been overworking himself. Because of this, alhaitham being the caring boyfriend he is comes to comfort and relax his beloved s/o with sex and aftercare. If possible, pls let alhaitham call his s/o a 'good boy' and just a praise kink in general, tysm!! 💕 — @ezraelo
a/n -> this mf reminds me of my dad so i kinda wrote what I think he'd say if i was in reader's situation tbh. NOT THE SEX THOUGH. anyways pgr fic first then hate sex w/childe next its been decades since I've done him (⁠。⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠。⁠) sigh sometimes i forget i don’t have to write so damn much
wc -> 3.6k
cw -> soft alhaitham (heart eyes pt2), anal fingering, anal sex, praise, not beta read
merry christmas and happy holidays!!
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To say you were tired was an understatement—you were exhausted. Stressed. Angry. It felt like everything that could go wrong did go wrong.
First, you accidentally woke up late, was scolded by your teacher when you arrived and made the "perfect" example on what a scholar from the Akademiya should not be. Then you had to study for several hours for a few of your upcoming exams and evaluations—all while having to take some more tests the following week.
And as if that wasn't e-fucking-nough, you had done horribly on one of your essays so now you had to redo it for a better score, on top of needing to start yet another one regarding... Something. You forgot what the prompt was. Honestly, you forgot to do a lot of things. Like eat. Or drink water. Which was something that really didn't help to improve your mood.
You stumbled through the door trying to pry your uniform off, haphazardly tossing your hat to the side. You felt like shit and wanted nothing more than to flop on your bed and stay in there for the rest of your miserable life. But, like the universe was trying to give you the biggest middle finger ever, one of the loops on your clothes got caught on the corner of a counter. While you'd normally just take it off and go on your merry way, you weren't having it today and just yanked yourself forward, tearing the loop and the fabric it was connected to.
Finally making it to your room, you flopped on the bed face-first, muffling the loud groan that came from you. You stayed like that for a moment longer before turning your head, remembering to breathe deeply.
Two knocks came from the door. "You okay?" Your boyfriend, Alhaitham, asked, leaning against the frame as he stared at you.
"You're smart. Figure it out yourself," you muttered bitterly, wincing at the accusatory tone in your voice. You sighed, deciding to face him. "Sorry."
He shrugged, walking to sit on the edge of your shared bed. "What's wrong?" He questioned, his expression unchanging even when he watched your brows furrow in irritation.
"It's just... Ugh," you grumbled, rolling your eyes childishly. "Just a bad week. It feels like everything's going against me." You rolled onto your back, arms and legs sprawled out like a starfish. "I don't think I can catch up."
"You're in the Akademiya," Alhaitham said, giving you a look that made it seem like he didn't know why you were complaining. "Obviously it's going to be hard for you."
"'For you,'" you repeated, glaring at nothing in particular, but it was getting increasingly evident that you were beginning to direct your anger towards him. "Of course you don't get it. You've been smart your whole life."
He was quiet for a moment, letting you try to calm yourself before speaking again. "Don't sell yourself short like that. It's unhealthy."
You huffed. "It's not selling myself short if it's actually true." You pressed your palms against your eyes until you saw faint fireworks coloring the darkness. "I have to redo an essay because apparently it didn't go with damn prompt. Then I have to do another one, and I don't even know where to start, and—" you listed off your problems, your voice getting higher in pitch until you were on the verge of shedding tears, overwhelmed with the sheer amount of work you accidentally accumulated.
"Hey," he interrupted you, leaning to place a hand on your thigh. "Calm down." He gave you an unimpressed look when you snapped your mouth open to retort, watching you begrudgingly close it in defeat. "Breathe. You're getting worked up over things you can change."
But when you could hardly focus on utilizing the breathing techniques he taught you, he decided to take a different approach. "Let's have sex, then."
"What? Why? 'Cause of the post-nut clarity?" You sighed, rubbing your temple to stave off the impending headache after staring at him incredulously. Damn. Sometimes you forget how straightforward he could be.
Alhaitham gave you a look. It was deadpan—because when was it not?—but you could still sense the slightest bit of confusion. "If that's how you want to word it, yes," he said, before elaborating. "Sex can also help you relax and improve your immune system."
He quickly looked you up and down, and despite not saying anything, you knew what he was trying to imply. You looked like a mess.
"It can also help improve your quality of sleep," he added, crossing his arms against his chest. "It has a few other benefits than just feeling good, you know." He watched you ponder his suggestion, chewing on your lip absentmindedly before giving in with a sigh.
"Fine. But you're doing all the work," you said, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him better.
"That was the plan." The corners of his lips quirked up in a brief, subtle smirk as he leaned to place his hands on your shoulders to gently push you back down. "Just relax."
He continued when you nodded, running his hands along your body, gently caressing every curve and contour of your frame. An eyebrow raised in question when he felt the torn patch in your clothes but decided against mentioning it as he guided you out of your suffocating uniform with practiced ease. Already, you seemed a bit calmer than earlier, giving yourself a well-deserved stretch that made you remind him of a cat.
You felt the tension beginning to seep out of your body with every article of clothing that was carelessly tossed to the floor, reaching your hands out to tug him closer. He obliged without hesitation, sighing in satisfaction when he melded his lips with yours. His hands slid below your underclothes, snaking them upwards until they found your chest. He tweaked and pinched your nipples as he moved his way downwards, placing kisses along your jawline and neck.
You softly moaned, brushing your fingers through his hair that had him leaning into your hand. He removed your shirt, trailing appreciative kisses down your sternum. A hand made its way down your front toward your pants, slipping a hand inside to wrap his fingers around your flaccid dick. Your breath hitched, instinctively widening your legs to give him better access, much to his pleasure.
He was gentle; his hands were soft and careful, and neither of you were in a rush. You felt your eyes flutter shut as your lips parted with every quiet gasp and sigh that left you, and he couldn't help but stare.
It annoyed him how little you thought of yourself when he could clearly see you as something more. Sure, it irked him how you complained about things that could easily be changed if you put your effort into it, but you were also right. He always had it academically easy and often found it hard to connect with others or understand their problems on a level that wasn't with you. He was well aware of this issue, knowing that it often hindered his ability to comfort, and—for the first time in how long?—it frustrated him.
Even if he had no idea how to properly soften his words around you or to consistently change his facial expressions, he always showed he cared by spending time with you, teaching you new things, or helping you understand foreign concepts. But even then, he was willing to try to tell you that you were more than what those pompous Akademiya professors reduced you to, that you were better than what you said you were.
"Look at me," he said, his voice soft and smooth, coaxing your pretty eyes open. He slipped his hands out of your shirt and cupped your cheeks tenderly, ensuring your focus on him. "It doesn't matter what everyone says about you when they don't understand that you have strengths that rest beyond the traditional Akademiya expectations."
"But that doesn't—"
He gave you yet another stern look, to which you quieted down with a huff. "It's okay to struggle. Everyone does at some point. Even those professors found something difficult before they became what they are. But you know what they did?"
He paused, gauging your reaction. He was aware that what he was saying probably didn't make you feel better or make the most sense, but he hoped that you could feel the sincerity in his voice. "They took a step back, took a deep breath, and figured out what they were doing wrong. They didn't do that overnight or by working themselves to the bone. That's what you need to acknowledge."
"But all my other colleagues are doing fine, and I'm the only one struggling..." You appreciated his words, truly, but they did little to quell your worries.
"Are you? How do you know that for sure?" He countered, sliding his hands down to caress your hips. He watched you pursed your lips, squirming slightly under his gaze. "Point is, you shouldn't try to compare yourself to everyone around you and overwork yourself because that only leads to bad work and a bigger hole for you to climb out of. You have everything else to be proud of—not just your academic qualities. Understand? Besides, you made it into the Akademiya. That's something very few people can do in the first place."
You looked away with a frown, but you nodded softly. Even though it sucked knowing that you weren't the best, he did have a point. Wallowing in your own failure did nothing to better yourself, as much as you hated to admit it.
"Thanks," you muttered, sniffling a little. His thumbs swiped underneath your eyes, clearing away any of the tears that happened to escape you.
"Don't let them define you. Define yourself," he said finally, leaning back down to kiss you again. It was soft, tender, unhurried, like he wanted you to feel every ounce of affection he harbored for you. He pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against yours. "Do you still want to do this?"
You nodded again, giving him a quick peck to the lips before wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "Mhm. I really need those benefits." Plus, you didn't favor being horny and sad.
Your lips curved in a smug grin when you saw his own quirk upwards in amusement, but he didn't comment on it. He sat up to tug your pants and underwear down, revealing your semi-hard cock. You shivered instinctively but kept your focus on him, waiting in anticipation for him to continue.
He leaned over to grab a bottle of lube from your nightstand, squeezing a generous amount on his fingers before pressing one into your hole. You sighed, sinking your teeth into your lower lip. He only offered a few pumps of his hand before adding a second one in, gently spreading them apart in a scissoring motion.
He wrapped his free hand around your cock, slowly jerking you off. He rubbed his thumb over the tip to smear the precum across your skin as wet sounds gradually filled the room. You noticed his eyes locked on your face and the expressions you wore, committing them to memory. He added a third finger for good measure, feeling you tense reflexively before relaxing just as fast.
"You're doing so good, [Name]," he praised, his voice low. He curled his fingers, pressing them against your prostate. He could feel his cock twitch in his pants at the sound of your moan, straining against the fabric. "I'm almost done. Then we can start."
You nodded, inhaling sharply through your nose when he began targeting the sensitive spot inside you. You could practically feel every surge of heat shoot up and down your spine, ending at your fingertips. Alhaitham could feel it too, every time your cock throbbed in his hold.
Your body felt warm and tingly when he moved both hands away from your body, wiping them off using a few tissues atop your nightstand. He grabbed the lube again and poured some on his palm to coat his cock, using his free hand to spread one of your thighs a bit wider. He peered up through his lashes, subtly raising an eyebrow in question. He continued as soon as you nodded, slowly pushing himself inside you.
You both let out a satisfied groan as he filled you, grasping onto his wrists as he held onto your hips.
"Fuck," he hissed, pushing further until he bottomed out completely. "You're such a good boy. You're taking me in so well." He perked up in attention when he felt you tighten at his words, noting how your eyes fluttered shut like you were savoring them. He wasn't overly aware of this newfound information, but maybe you had accidentally brought it to his attention now that you're stressed?
Either way, he didn’t comment on it, instead deciding to continue. “You feel so good, [Name]," he praised, leaning down to press his lips against the skin underneath your earlobe. You could feel the low rumble of his voice vibrating in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He let you take a moment to adjust to him before moving, gently thrusting his hips.
You noticed him moving away again as you opened your eyes, finding yourself enamored with the way his muscles flexed in every movement of his. Soft gasps and moans left your lips when you looked up, instantly noticing his gaze on you.
“Stop staring at me,” you mumbled shyly, squirming a bit. It wasn’t that you hated having him look at you—frankly, that’s all you longed for sometimes, it’s just that what you did hit you. Being as vulnerable as you were wasn’t something you preferred, even when Alhaitham didn’t berate you for it.
“You were staring at me, first,” he countered swiftly, and you could hear the rare undertone of his amusement in his voice. It was your favorite sound. “Besides, what’s the harm in looking at the most handsome man in Sumeru?” His monotony nearly made his words laughable, but you could see that he was genuinely trying. Knowing that sent butterflies in your stomach all over again.
You looked away, effectively flustered with all his attention. “It’s embarrassing…”
“Only because you make it embarrassing,” he said, sliding a hand upwards to toy with one of your nipples. He subtly shifted his hips, angling them so that his cock better pressed against your prostate. He watched you intently when you let out a throaty moan, feeling his dick throb inside you.
You reflexively clenched your thighs tighter against his hips, sinking your teeth into your lower lip. You snaked a hand down to your leaking cock, wrapping your fingers around the base to give it a squeeze. “You can go faster,” you muttered, looking down to watch the way he slid in and out of you.
He nodded with a quiet hum, adjusting his grip on your waist to shift the weight on his knees to sacrifice his slower, deeper thrusts for quick and shallow ones. Moaning, you jerked yourself off in time with his movements, unable to tear your gaze away from him, even for a moment. Your eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you brought your free hand up to bring him closer to you by the back of his head. You kissed him needily and fervently, letting out noises that mixed in with the wet sounds that came from your hole. Your body rocked gently, listening intently to the rustling of your bedsheets and Alhaitham’s deep, husky breaths.
Suddenly, he lifted a hand up to place over your abdomen, lightly pushing down on it just as he buried himself balls deep inside you. He paused for a moment, sighing as he watched you squirm at the sudden stop before continuing, feeling himself move in and out of you. You could feel the heat in your belly intensifying with every thrust to your prostate, back arching, legs tightening around his waist.
“Fuck, I’m…” you panted, clenching tighter around his cock. “I’m so close, ‘Haitham.”
“I know. I can feel you,” he said, gently moving your hand away from your leaking cock to wrap his fingers around it. Quiet slaps mixed in with your soft noises and his breathy grunts as he fucked you a bit harder, eyes fixated on the blissful expression on in your face. His dick throbbed inside you as he eagerly chased after his own orgasm, leaning down to press his lips to your jaw, kissing up towards your ear.
“C’mon, [Name], cum for me,” he whispered, sending yet another wave of heat shoot up and down your spine. You could hardly stop the stream of moans that spilled from your lips as he focused on the tip of your cock, rubbing his thumb on the sensitive spot just below it, as if trying to coax out your cum.
“Oh god,” your voice was strained as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten to an unbearable degree, trying to hold out just a little longer. “F—Fuck! Alhaitham!” You moaned in ecstasy when you finally came, squeezing your eyes tightly shut. You tensed and trembled as your dick spurt cum on your stomach and his fingers as he helped you ride out your high.
“You’re so beautiful when you orgasm,” he groaned, his thrusts beginning to lose rhythm as he neared his own climax. He dug his fingers into your waist tighter, muttering praises into your ear when you began squirming at the discomfort of your overstimulation. It didn’t take much longer for him to finish as he stilled, gritting his teeth when he quickly pulled out to stroke himself to completion. He sighed in satisfaction when his orgasm subsided, leaving your abdomen coated in ropes of his cum.
“Wh—Why did you pull out?” You panted, wiping a bead of sweat off of your forehead.
“Isn’t it annoying to clean up afterward? You're always complaining about it whenever we have sex,” he questioned after a moment, taking a second to bask in the afterglow before getting up to reach for a tissue to clean your skin. He put his pants back on, gathering your clothes to put them in a laundry basket.
You shrugged. “I mean, sometimes. But I’m gonna take a bath either way.” You blinked in confusion when you saw him quirk a brow, fidgeting a bit when he didn’t stop staring at you.
“No. You’re going to sit and wait here while I make you something to eat, first,” he instructed, leaving no room for negotiation. “Afterwards, you’re going to go to sleep. Then you can take a bath when you wake up.”
As if on cue, your stomach growled audibly, quickly reminding you that you haven't eaten anything since yesterday. "But then I'm gonna be all sticky and gross when I eat," you said, knowing how much he disliked having dirty bedsheets for too long. It surprised you when he shrugged, leaning against the doorframe as he waited for you to decide.
"If you want to take a bath first, then I'll help you," he offered. You swiftly nodded, wanting to eat clean and comfortably. He nodded and told you to wait for a moment as he prepared the water for you, leaving you by yourself for a while until he returned. The two of you walked into the bathroom where a bathtub of warm water awaited you. But just as you raised your leg to enter, a sudden wave of dizziness overcame you. Luckily, Alhaitham was there to keep you from falling with a firm hand on your arm, carefully helping you into the water.
"Are you okay?" He asked, his eyes darting across your face for any sign of distress. He relaxed upon seeing nothing but waited for your response for further confirmation.
"Yeah. It's just something that happens when I get too hungry, y'know?" You explained sheepishly, splashing some of the water onto your arms and back.
"No, I don't know." He ignored the way you rolled your eyes. "I'll be right back, then."
You hummed to yourself, not minding his absence as you savored the warmth surrounding you, resting your head against the edge of the tub. You nearly fell asleep in the time it took for Alhaitham to return, jumping in surprise at the sound of his voice.
"Hey," he spoke, returning to your side with a bowl in his hand. "Eat this for now."
He kneeled down, bringing the bowl close enough to let you reach in and take whatever was inside. They were fruits, you saw as you happily grabbed one, tossing it into your mouth. You had to stop yourself from grabbing a handful and eating it all in one go, forcing yourself to appreciate every bite. You noticed him shifting behind you, leaning forward instinctively when he began cleaning your back with a small, wet towel.
The two of you basked in the comforting silence for a while as you let him take care of you until you turned your head to face him. "I love you," you said with a little grin.
"I know," he replied, putting the bowl onto the floor.
"Say it back." You pouted, but you knew he was only teasing.
His mouth quirked up in a faint smile, leaning forward to give you a quick peck on your lips. "I love you too."
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