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starsmourning · 8 months

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𝒮𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ

૮ ྀི◞͈ ˔ ◟͈ ྀིა ‧₊˚ ꒰ྀི it was a tempting offer he offered you, I mean you were practically useless at everything and he was your saving grace. So it would be fair to accept it right? ꒱

ᥫ᭡ ⋆ﾟ⊹ ꒰ྀི pervy nerd alhaitham x loser!ftm!reader ꒱ — ( college au ﾉ dom/sub dynamics ﾉ bottom male reader ﾉ dom alhaitham ﾉ consensual ﾉ fingering ﾉ you pronouns ﾉ transmale anatomy ﾉ used of boy-cunt, boy-pussy, pussy, cunt, ﾉ slight degration ﾉ slight praise ﾉsquirting ﾉ reader being described as smaller than alhaitham ) — 1.7k wc 𐂯 ‧₊˚

૮꒰ྀི∩ ∩ྀི꒱ა ゙ ✿ angel notes ! . . . i want him so bad fr

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“uhmm… s- so how do we do the project?” alhaitham looked under him, there was a male that seemed to be trembling. (Name) knew he was fucked, he knew he was fucked when the teacher called his name and alhaithams to be partners. Alhaitham looked at him with a strict gaze making the boy flinch. (Name) is scared of him solely because well (name) sucked at everything. Sports, academics, or anything else and Alhaitham? He's practically good at everything.

(Name) is a loser whilst alhaitham was on top of the food chain. Thus the reason why (name) is scared of him, alhaitham closed his book as he looked at (name) directly in the eye making him awkwardly smile, “meet me in the library, exactly later at 5pm, don't think about getting late,” (name) vigorously nodded his head as alhaitham took his back and left the class. The smaller male let out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding. “That was so scary…” he muttered to himself pretty shaken up.

Meanwhile with alhaitham he couldn’t help but let out a perverted like smirk as he looked down at his book, fuck the scared looked you just had. The awkward smile and the eyes looking everywhere just to not look at him, so cute. You just looked so tender and delicate. A sore loser in the corner of the room and him, an intimidating nerd. He blushed a little bit remembering how he looked intensely on your neck whilst in class. It looks so flawless he just wanted to mark it as if it’s his own territory.

That’ll scare you for sure, oh god you just don’t know how he wanna recreate the erotic scenes he has read in his erotic book. It may look like he’s reading something intelligent but no, it’s just the cover. You don’t know how many erotic books he has read and imagine the two characters as you two. How he will practically drool at how the words explained in great detail about how two of the character fucked imagine it was him doing those filthy things on you. Such a cute loser all for him. So cute and so small fuck he’s drooling again. Swiping away the drool he continued to walk to his next class excited about the time you two will meet. Whilst you dread he seemed to be ecstatic.

Hours passed, classes were done and now you're here in the empty library all on your own. Everyone seemed to have gone home or in their dorm. The library seemed to be empty as you hugged your backpack tightly. You almost looked like a sad wet kitten waiting for its owner to come back. A loud thud echoed in the room, it was al haytham and a lot of books in the table were placed he looked down at you. “Go on, do your research.”

His commanding voice said, making you immediately pick up one of the books and start reading the book, as you continued your research. Alhaithams eyes are practically glued on you looking at your hand how your fingers hugged that bag of yours earlier, would you hug him tightly if he pounded on you? ah fuck, he feels himself getting hard. He sigh irritatingly which made you mistaken he was irritated at you. You ducked your head on the book as he smirked seeing this. How adorable it was for you to hide your head like that like an adorable animal trying to hide from danger.

“hmm…” he hummed as he thought, slowly he started creeping up behind you as he wrapped his hands on your waist, “listen.” You stopped reading as you felt his hands on your waist, you squealed as you glanced behind him, as he smirked even more. It was such a cute display it's so cute, “I’ll do all the work you’ll just let me have your way on you. Is that a good deal?” You furrow your brows thinking of this offer. You blushed slightly thinking about what he will do to you but the offer was tempting, you having to do nothing. This was the last project on chemistry, and maybe with this you can take back your continuous low grades on it. if you just… but isn’t this considered wrong… you tried to rationalise you really did but what broke the straw was, “cmon… I know your suffering from your grades just let me do all the work and be a good boy for me,”

You gulped as you slowly nodded your head, “o- okay, I accept,” you said as you blushed at your words, alhaitham chuckled as he whispers in your ear, “good boy,” with that his hands starts to roam around your body, as he slowly lift up your shirt. “ehh? w- wait someone will—“ you try to reason with him but he only chuckled as he touched your flat chest, admiring the scars to it, “look at this so cute~” he admire it as he starts to slowly circle his fingers around your nipple making you flinch at this.

You let out a whimper as he starts to play with your nipples pinching and circling it making him chuckle, “your so sensitive its almost too adorable,” he whispers as you let out quiet moans, your whole body trembling on how good he played with them. “nng.. ha- ah! ha- haitham… please someone will—“ he stopped playing with your nipples as he took you up to the table making you face him.

“shhhh be quiet or else do you want people to know?” he whispers as his hand trailed over your pants slowly taking it off letting it dangle beneath your feet, revealing your wet core. You looked away feeling your face hot as he chuckled seeing your reaction, his hands slowly making their way to your clit. Rubbing it makes you arch your back, putting a hand on your mouth before you let out a mouth. “Hmm… it seems its not ready yet… let's prepare it more shall we?” your eyes widen at his words as he slowly slid one of his fingers inside.

He groaned as he felt your warm walls hugged his fingers tightly, his thumb pressing down to your clit rubbing it gently as you couldn’t help but moan helplessly completely under his spell. You laid yourself on the table panting and moaning so shamelessly, the way his fingers thrust inside you hitting all your sensitive spots and his thumb pressing down on your clit making you more sensitive. How his kisses on your skins taste so sweet. It's as if he knew your body all this time.

“nng… haah! ah… h- haitham.. someone will nng~! ♡'' you arch your back as he pressed another sweet spot of yours making your boy-pussy flow with more juices on his finger, he smirked as he continued to give hickies on your chest, stomach, neck and more. God this was too good to be true. “ahh.. ‘s good… feels so good haah.. ah~ ♡'' he hummed giggling, “mmhm, just like that~ let yourself go,” with a final finger thrust your back arches as you came. Panting as you looked at the ceiling in a daze.

Alhaitham looked at your daze expression with a smirk amused at how adorable you look, its just what he imagined. How you would look like a drooling mess underneath him so cute, so dazed so out of it. Too bad he didn’t came yet. His dick throbbed seeing your wet wet boy-cunt, its begging to be fucked at this point. Slowly he took off his pants as he placed his hands on your hips. You looked up at him in confusion though your eyes widen seeing his hard throbbing cock, “h- huh?” before you could utter a word he slammed his hard cock inside of you. Impaling you with his cock.

Your tongue lolled as your back arches moaning as you’ve been filled up with such a huge cock before, “ughh! ah… haah~ ♡'' your eyes turned to hearts as you looked up so out of it. Alhaitham groaned feeling your warms hugged his cock so tightly, its as if asking to not let go at all, “such a tight boy-pussy fuck… I should’ve fuck you long time ago if you were this pent up,” he groaned as he starts moving, his fast and hard pace suprised you as you gripped on the wooden table moaning helplessly.

“nng… ahh! t- too fast! fuwaah… so- someone will hear… sl- slow down please! ah~ ♡'' you moaned helplessly gripping on the wooden table alhaithams hand gripping your hips hard as he placed your ass up, your back arches as your boy-pussy spasm on his cock. Alhaitham let out guttural moans as he continued to thrust inside of you, “f- fuck… such a tight boy-cunt fuck just for me…” he whispers as he kissed your neck as you hugged him tightly your hands gripping on his back creating scratches.

“nng~ haah! ah! please.. t- too much! too big!” you whined as his cock hit all your deepest parts, it bulging through your stomach as alhaithams bites and kissed your neck continuously. “Shhh~ just take it like a good slut would ya?” he says mockingly your boy-pussy clenching at his dirty words nodding as you babble more incoherent words, “ah.. nng! mm… haah! fuwah! ha- haitham! ah~ ♡'' you moaned his name like a mantra as he groaned, continuing to thrust inside your spasming boy-pussy gripping on your hip that’ll surely leave a mark.

Lewd squelching sound filled the empty the library as you try to warn him that you about to cum but you couldn’t due to the overwhelming pleasure your back arched as you looked up, your pussy squirting all over his cock as his eyes widened at this. You just squirted, you squirted. With a few final thrust he groaned as he cums inside of you, filling you up. You sigh tiredly as you pant.

“fuck… I should fuck you more often,”

He said in a serious tone, making your eyes widen, he smirked, “don’t worry I’ll do everything for you so just be good ‘kay?”

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blitzyn · 4 months

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relax

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!!

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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cosmicisms · 10 months

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playing strip tcg with alhaitham!

gender neutral reader.

warnings: stripping, teasing, slight humiliation, sortaaaa dubcon..? he whips it out.

author’s note: i need to suck his dick or else i’ll die.

“i don’t see the point in this.”

alhaitham’s voice was strained as his cheeks only got redder.

“that’s fine. all’s i know is that i’m quite enjoying myself~.” you cooed, shuffling through your deck to find the perfect cards to demolish alhaitham.

not many things shocked the scribe. if he ever was thrown off by something, he masked it extremely well.

however, when you happily bounded up to him earlier that evening with a big smile and glimmer of mischief in your eye, alhaitham preemptively began bracing himself for another one of your outlandish ideas or thoughts.

playing “strip tcg” was certainly not the words alhaitham expected to hear from you. your words toppled from your mouth and hung in the air, alhaitham analysing them over and over in his mind to try and discern just what had gotten into you.

“… what?”

his response had been full of confusion, both his face and voice conveying that fact clearly. his pupils were slightly blown and his voice shook as he spoke.

you drank it all in with a proud smirk, knowing that it was probably more likely to see kaveh pay off his debt than to see alhaitham flustered.

“shall i repeat myself?” you said innocently. “i asked if you wanted to play s-“

“i heard you the first time.” alhaitham cut you off with a slow shake of his head, thankful for the headphones concealing his ears, otherwise you would’ve teased him silly for the pink hues that adorned them.

“well? are you interested?” you asked sweetly, not even bothering to hide the lilt in your voice.

alhaitham thought for a moment, weighing up his factors and deciding on his choice. you were most likely trying to rile him up for your own pleasure, not at all interested in the game itself. very well. he would play into that without hesitation, beat you and proceed to tease your naked form until you begged for him.

a smirk tugged the corners of his lips up as his eyes shone with smugness. “i accept.”

and here he was, the only garment left on his flushed body was his underwear, a noticeable wet patch staining them from his precum.

whenever alhaitham had been dragged from the comfort of his quiet house for nights out at the noisy tavern with cyno, tighnari and kaveh, he had grown bored of their insistence to play cards. he simply found it a waste of his time and quite monotonous, never really paying attention to the game or learning any optimal strategies.

oh, how he regret that now.

“oh, it looks like another one of your characters is down. ugh, what a shame~” you flung his card away with a devious smile.

throughout the course of the game, you had slipped up a few times too, leaving you without your shirt. still, that was nothing compared to alhaitham, whom only had one little garment left… well, he used to anyways.

you made a mental note to thank cyno for the fantastic cards he lent you. of course, you didn’t inform him of your true intentions for tonight, but he was nonetheless happy to assist you.

and it paid off, as alhaitham was forced to remove his underwear. but before you could open your mouth, he was on top of you, pinning you against the chair and staring deeply into your eyes.

“you really think i would sit there, listening to you mock me?” he whispered into your ear, his voice husky and teasing at the same time.

“wha- cheater! you’re a cheater!” you cried, but alhaitham pressed his hand against your mouth, firmly clamping it shut. you glared up at him, hands clenched at your sides.

“i’ve heard enough of you tonight.” alhaitham removed his hand and pushed down on your tongue with his thumb, forcing your mouth open. he then took ahold of his hardening member and pressed it against your lips, sliding slowly into your mouth.

“you need something to shut you up.” he grinned, beginning to rock his hips and take in your moans and whimpers. oh, you should’ve known better…

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lijojo · 10 months

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genshin sugar daddies

premise: you have seven sugar daddies: one for every day of the week. a bit overwhelming, right? however, you somehow find ways to make time for each and every one of them, no matter how emotionally and physically demanding they are. it's just that, now they don't seem too keen on sharing, and you don't know what to do. (modern au)

tw: nsfw, dark content - minors dni

mondays are always harder in more ways than one. mondays are diluc's days, and that means that you're spending a good portion of your nights at angel's share.

on mondays, it's happy hour. which means that you're sitting at a booth in the corner looking pretty while diluc is tending to his customers. you're more than happy to sit back and relax while you wait for him to finish with work. when the drinks are on the house, you're willing to wait as long as it'll take.

periodically, when he's not busy, however, he'll walk over to you and engage in conversation. you act as a taste-tester for new drinks so he's always asking you if you like them. you two will talk about your day, any interesting events, and so on until diluc is pulled back into work again.

then you're back to fiddling your fingers and watching him work. over time, you've learned that he preferred that you not do anything while you were supposed to be with him. that instead, you fixated your gaze on him while he moved about. sometimes you'll catch him looking at you to see if your eyes are still on him.

even while he's dealing with a certain tone-deaf bard, there's something about the way he looks at you so intently that reminds you of a predator.

when angel's share closes, you're there to keep him company while he cleans up. when he's done, he'll sweep you away back to his manor.

you'll fall onto the sheets as he grinds against you. his shallow breaths brush against your throat. the look he gives you is nothing short of intense.

"everyone at the tavern was looking at you, you know," he mutters, running his fingers down your chest, sinking into your pants. he pulls them down effortlessly along with your panties. "didn't you feel it, darling? their filthy eyes on you. they want to ruin you. everyone wants to ruin you."

he throws your legs over his shoulders, his fingers crawling up your thighs. you jump when he suddenly inserts two fingers into your cunt, scissoring you. his free arm wraps around your leg to keep you locked against him. his eyes are glued onto you as he presses a kiss against your calf.

"but your eyes were on me all night, weren't they. couldn't take your eyes off me, could you. you're mine, dear. do you hear me? you're mine."

you don't overlook how tight his grip is. tight enough to make you wonder if he'll ever let you go. in the morning, he does, but you're scared for the day he wakes up and decides that it's for the last time.

tuesdays aren't as bad. when you’re sore from the night before, childe is there to take you out to meals, shopping, and sightseeing. he's not always available to spend time with you on tuesdays, because of his equally-demanding job and whatnot, but when he is free, he never wastes a second.

or a dollar.

childe smirks smugly from his sea. his posture is lax, one hand lazily tracing circles on the chair's arm while the other comes up to rest under his chin.

"how about you twirl for me, girlie? you look so beautiful."

you giggle, observing yourself in the mirror. "why thank you."

you bask in the way the soft satin kisses your skin. the way your newly-own earrings sparkle under the dressing room's light. just a couple years ago, you could've only dreamed of being dressed so prettily.

"do your side-bitches ever treat you as well as me?"

"childe!" you chide.

he laughs, getting up from his seat. but you both know better than to believe his little chuckle is genuine.

he approaches you, sliding his hands around your waist. tucking your head under his chin, he stares at you through the mirror's reflection.

you don't say anything, and childe doesn't either. it appears he's more than happy to enjoy just standing there. his gaze is glossed over, far away.

the two of you sway side to side for what seems like forever until he decides to say something.

"do they buy you pretty things like i do?"

of course they do, you think. although you spend one-on-one time with each and every one of them, they are all aware of each other. it's only right that they did. it was the first thing you said when you brought the idea up to them, that it wasn't going to be exclusive.

but when you see the way he looks at you, you can't really tell him the truth. not when his focus is redirected from his thoughts to you.

"the things you buy me are a special kind of pretty," you reply.

it seems like that answer is enough for him, because he doesn't say anything else. instead he hums quietly, letting the vibration ripple in the back of your head. he slides his hands down your hips and before you can say anything else, he whips his head around.

"i'll buy these sets." he motions over to the closest clothes rack to an attendant you hadn't noticed. "and that one. and the dress she's wearing. how many colors does this come in, by the way?"

the attendant doesn't hesitate. "five colors, sir. they come in bla—"

"great." he shuffles through his pocket to pull out a black card. "pack them up, we won't be here any longer," he retorts.

the attendant looks ecstatic, quickly shuffling out of the dressing rooms towards the cash register with newfound glee.

"childe," you whine. "i don't think these will fit in my closet."

his hands crawl lower, his finger hovering over your clit. "then they'll fit in mine. come over any time of the week when you want to wear one of my special pretty things."

your breath hitches as he rubs slow circles on your clit. he pushes the two of you back into the dressing room and closes the curtains.

"what are you doing, she'll be back any second—"

he kisses the corner of your jaw, pressing his lips close to your ear. "no worries. if there's one thing i'm sure about, it's that no one undresses you faster than i do."

wednesday is when usually everything calms down. kazuha will typically invite you to a new park, scenic route, or gallery. together, you'll write haikus, sonnets, and limericks together. some hours you'll just sit in silence, putting pen to paper. and when the sun goes down you'll exchange poetry.

out of the seven men, kazuha probably scares you the most. he was the first person you decided to do this whole ordeal with, after all. and since he's known you the longest, he also knows about your circumstances more than others. maybe that's why he's so focused on treating you as if you were a fragile cherry blossom petal. his touches feel like ghosts, running down your forearm as he presses a kiss to the apple of your cheek.

in exchange for his protection, his money, and his care, you give him honeyed words. you act as his muse for when he's hit a creative block. you're there to listen to him read out verses when the wind can't bear the strength to carry them. you listen to his grief about his best friend, his loneliness when he was forced to leave his home country. as someone many of the locals looked to for wisdom, he too carried the emotional burdens of being someone's rock. emotional burdens that he let onto you (whether purposefully or not, you're unsure). but you listen anyway, hearing him talk about days of poverty, where sometimes he had to worry about things to eat, or how to get proper healthcare.

you can't lie and say you're always stable enough to hear some of the things he has to say, but you try.

even if you sometimes feel like you can't take it, you just smile and squeeze his hand tighter like you're supposed to. sometimes your mind will go on autopilot, and sometimes you'll stand up on the grounds of needing to go to the bathroom. but at the end of the day, this is what you signed up for. this. making men happy so that you yourself won't have to worry about your endless debt.

you peer over your notebook to see kazuha immersed in his own writing. but instead of his usual peaceful expression, he looks somber. his hands won't leave the paper, his eyes glued onto the words that he's drawn onto the pages.

"what's got you so worked up?" you ask curiously. "is it something new?"

it's like your voice snaps him out of his trance. he blinks, looking up at you. there's a smile you know all too well on his lips. "yeah, i suppose you could call it that."

"could i look at it? i want to see what's got you so focused like that."

his lips press into a straight line. "hmmm, maybe later."

his words catch you off-guard. usually he's the one who's eager to share his work, regardless of the quality. "oh? is it something you want to keep secret?"

he doesn't many any hint of an answer. instead, he puts down his pen and stares at the ground in contemplation. he's picking and choosing what words to say.

"i could protect you," he says, shuffling his papers to the side. you turn to him, curious. his expression slowly hardens. "by myself, i mean. i could take care of you."

"kazu—"

"i have the means to make a living for the both of us. i could sell more of my poetry, i know they'll sell well—"

"where is this coming from?" you move closer to him, brushing his hair aside. "kazu, are you worried about something?"

there's something that's stopping him from saying anything. his fingers intertwine with yours, his thumb caressing the back of your hand.

he purses his lips, before turning away and sighing. "no, not really."

after that, he doesn't say anything else. the two of you bask in silence once again. even though you're used to the quiet, there's something deep down in you that feels nervous. like something in the atmosphere changed. there's a sudden resolved glint in his eye as he get backs to writing so diligently on a piece of paper he won't let you read.

after all these days spent talking about himself, somehow you're scared for the day he suddenly decides to stop.

on thursdays you're usually at tighnari's greenhouse, watching him take notes of other plants while you twiddle your thumbs. once in a while, he'll begin rambling about the plants—what kind of species they are, how rare, their medicinal properties, and the like.

you're more of a companion, than anything. someone who can make his days a little less lonelier. and you appreciate it. it's much more tranquil with him. you can enjoy his sharp quips, especially when cyno comes to visit.

his sex-drive is relatively normal, if not a little below average. just like wednesday, you also expect thursday to be a typical rest day.

except when spring comes.

when spring comes, your routine get a little wonky. for one week, at least. because that's when tighnari's heat hits him like a fucking monsoon.

you can already tell when it's coming when he begins to hover closer to you. whenever you take your hand out to do anything, even the slightest gesture, he's already taking it and dragging it towards his sensitive ears.

the moment you've made your plans set to 'take the week off' and help him out, he's already on you, face pressed into your neck as if it's his oasis.

as you can tell, he takes this week very seriously.

"i bet—shit—those other fucks don't get to hold you as long as i do," he lets out as he fucks into you like there's no tomorrow. his hands hold onto your waist like he owns it, pressing sloppy kisses down your spine. "looking so pretty for me. i wonder what they'd say if you got pregnant with my babies. you'd be so much more beautiful plump with my kids. is that what you want huh? to make them angry with my cum stuffed in your gorgeous pussy?"

some days you almost can't believe how uncharacteristically aggressive he is. he dicks you down like he's trying to imprint his shape into the core of your body so that none of the others can fit inside.

and when he cums, he'll take whatever unfortunate portions slip out and smear it all over your chest. especially where your heart is.

then the process starts all over again.

when it's over, he'll spoon you. as if he didn't almost fuck you to death. his touch is tender, like a ghost's hovering over your skin.

"why won't you leave them all for me?"

you shift a little to look at him and kiss him softy, sweetly, on the line of his jaw. "oh, nari, you know i can't."

his ears droop at your words. "you can't, or you won't."

his words make you freeze a bit.

you think back to last week, and the week before, and the one before that. you think about why you started selling your services in the first place, the endless debt you used to be in, and the progression of the relationship between all seven of your...contacts. even if you wanted to, you don't think you could back out if you tried. you've dug a hole for yourself. one deep enough to cause some sort of disruption if you ever decided to stop digging.

so you just hum. "you know how much i love routine."

as some sort of apology, you give him and open-mouthed kiss, one he's almost desperate to return. he moans, hands cupping your face to bring you closer to him.

you're well unaware how much your words have an impact him.

at the end of the week, all al-haitham wants to do is unwind. it's the only logical thing to do. no late-night drinks with the colleagues, no stressful trips to some tourist trap. on fridays, al-haitham comes home to a meal made with love.

when al-haitham's at work during the day, you're usually running your actual errands. it's when you have time to make those one-in-a-blue-moon visits to your actual home, although it's getting harder to call it that.

when it gets to the late-afternoon, you'll usually head to al-haitham's place to start cooking. if you didn't know how to cook before, you do now. every ingredient is handled with care, measured meticulously just as you knew he preferred.

and when he gets home, tired and stressed out, you're there to welcome him with a chaste kiss on the cheek.

during dinner, sometimes he'll talk to you about work or the latest research he'd gotten himself immersed with. in return, you tell him about some of your childhood memories. your likes, your dislikes, what used to be your hobbies. you do your best to keep your personal matters out of the conversation, no matter how many times he tries to pry into your private life.

sometimes dinners feel like a full on investigation, the way he keeps greeding for more information about you. he watches you eat with calculating eyes. you pretend to pay no mind to it.

in the beginning, kaveh used to join you for dinners. you always liked the guy, the way he bickered with al-haitham and riled him up. but now you've begun to see less of him, as if he never comes home on fridays at all.

after dinner, there are two different outcomes depending on his mood:

outcome one is that you'll spend the rest of the night curling up on his couch, the both of you immersed in your own books. al-haitham leans on your shoulder as he flips through the pages as if they're nothing. you can't help but feel ticklish whenever his hair brushes against your jaw.

somewhere in the middle, he'll move one hand to start fidgeting with the end of your shirt, sometimes crawling underneath to caress your sides.

outcome two is less quiet. the moment he gets home with that solemn face, you know it's coming. his voice is huskier, his responses shorter. it's usually a result of an impending deadline, colleagues being more peskier than usual.

the moment you two are done with dishes, he gingerly takes your hand and leads you up to the bedroom.

his kisses tastes like green tea and dinner. his hands run up and down your torso, trying to imprint the feel of your skin into every inch of your brain. you whimper when his thumbs press softly into your nipples, rolling them around as they harden.

your hands find purchase on his collar, tugging him impossibly close. he groans at the contact.

you let out a yelp when your back suddenly falls onto the bed. your hands are pressed onto the sheets, al-haitham's fingers encircling your wrists. his knee nudges your legs further apart, rubbing at your clit.

"don't look at the ceiling, dear, look at me," he breathes out, his hands leaving your nipples to gently guide your face towards. "that's it. good girl. just me. just look at me. only me."

he smiles.

"now, let me do god's work on your divine body."

saturdays with ayato can sometimes get hectic. some saturdays you're out getting bubble tea together and enjoying the city, and other saturdays you're hurrying to some publicitiy event hosted by the kamisato clan.

on those type of days, you can expect to wear gowns layered with shiny nylon tulle fabric. it's not as revealing as what you'd try on in dressing rooms with childe. in fact, it's a bit more modest.

today you're wearing a light-blue gown to match with ayato. you turn around to get a good look at the cute bow attached at your waist, your diamond encrusted earrings swaying along with you.

it's as if you've put on another costume. another front to wear for the night.

ayato enters the room just shortly after. in his hands is a diamond necklace to match with your stunning earrings. small smile falls upon his lips when he clasps it on.

"you're beautiful," he mumbles. you giggle when he kisses you square on the lips, licking away the tinted color.

"ayato," you press in-between kisses. you place a hand on his chest to gently push him away. "you're going to ruin my lipstick."

he pulls away with a cheeky smile, taking your wrists to wrap around his neck. "you can always put on some more later."

you pout but kiss him regardless. he tightens his hold on you in reaction, moaning into your mouth.

at these kinds of events, you're there as his plus-one. just so that other officials could stop introducing girls to him when he clearly wasn't interested in them. it'd be arguable to say that you might even be there to make the events a little less intolerable.

somewhere along the lines, you'd sleep with him in addition to being his arm candy at parties. sometimes even before: you two rushing to put on your formal attires and fix your hair minutes before the event started.

but beyond that, you started to get to know him better. he'd whisper into your ear about funny stories relating to the guests as you meet them. sometimes you'd run away in the middle of the party to binge out on the food and talk about your other interests. surprisingly, he doesn't talk about the politics behind his duties as the head of the kamisato family. not as much as you expected, at least.

instead he talks about his dreams for a family. how many kids, what their names would be, how he'd raise them. and as he talked, he'd give you this heavy gaze that you're not sure what to do with. as if he was expecting something from you.

you're beginning to believe that ayato has somehow confused contractual girlfriend with actual girlfriend.

when you had met ayaka months ago, ayato introduced you as his girlfriend. you didn't attempt to correct him—that's ayato's business. not your's. but when you're expecting ayato to come clean to his dearest sister, you're sorely mistaken.

instead, while he kisses your lips so hungrily, he subtly slips a diamond ring onto your finger.

sundays are usually kaeya's days off. although the cavalry captain's duties are seemingly never endless, he takes the day off to take a breather.

in other words, he sees you.

at first, it was just candlelit dinners. he'd walk in with a bouquet of roses, complimenting your dress and staring at you as if he was undressing you with his eyes. he'd take you to somewhere fancy, pull out the chair for you and sweet-talk you all through the night.

conversations were fun with him. you didn't have to think much at all, not about how to pay the bills, the six men in your life who seemingly began to want yours to only revolve around theirs, or being someone your not.

kaeya was probably the only one who you felt you could be comfortable with. he made you laugh, he'd tell all sorts of interesting stories, and he never made the silence feel awkward.

at least, that's how you used to be.

you see, usually after these candlelit dinners you'd both go back to his place, with him ripping off your clothes the moment the door closed. but as of recently, he's been asking to come over to your place instead more often. almost too often.

and that's not the only thing that's changed.

the sex used to be rough. heated. almost as if he was consumed by all of his pent-up sexual frustration and was only focused on getting off. he'd slurp your cunt like a man starved but he'd still rail you as if that's the only thing he cared about.

but as time passed, he's been getting more and more...sensual. the sex is much more slower. personal, almost.

vulnerable.

after dinner, he slowly slips off your clothing. one article after another, until your left in your underwear. he first kisses you on the mouth, then your neck, then your chest, then your stomach. slowly, he makes a trail of them down your body, as if no skin deserved to be left untouched.

although you made a rule that no one could leave your marks on you, it doesn't mean he doesn't try. as he kisses your lower lips, sometimes he'll attempt to leave marks close to your clit. if you're not careful, diluc will find it tomorrow.

his thrusts were always deep, but now that he's much more purposeful about it. it's rhythmic, as if he's trying to reach a new spot inside you. somewhere no one's touched.

the pillow-talks are much more longer as well. he holds you tighter now, wrapping his arms around your hips as he tangles his legs with yours.

instead of ranting on about the silly incidents he witnessed on the job earlier in the week, he talks about his feelings. towards you. towards diluc. towards himself. some nights you can handle it, some nights are too much.

but you can't say anything. not when he's holding onto you like you’re his lifeline. not when he helps you pay off your debt. and so you let his raspy voice whisper in your ear as he combs his fingers through your hair. you listen to him mumble sweet-nothings.

you're not sure if you like the adoring look he gives you as you drift off to sleep.

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alhaithamtit · 3 months

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cw: premature ejaculation, sextoys, dom!gn!reader

IMAGINE

fucking a virgin guy with a fleshlight. watching him sob and writhe underneath you as the tightness of the toy makes him cum in three pathetic thrusts. don't stop. use it on him until all that comes out of him are pathetic whimpers and moans. watch as he falls apart, his balls empty and orgasms dry.

gepard landau, dr. ratio, leviathan (obey me!), alhaitham, diluc ragnvindr, neuvillette

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poksmimi · 1 month

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FUCKING YOUR STEP-BROTHERS!

contains♪ : scaramouche, alhaitham x afab!reader, stepcest, stepbrother, stepfather, breeding kink, rough sex, unprotected sex, reader wears a skirt, GN!reader, no pronouns for reader, squirting, pussy spanking, ass spanking(once), clit rubbing, degradation, name calling; whore, slut. Petnames; Darling, Baby, grammar mistakes.

notes♪ : 'm love icky boys, so be warned!! and part will be Dottore, Zhongli !! ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖ ♪ !! If there are any grammar mistakes, tell me!!

SCARAMOUCHE

You turn your head sideways, your eyes meet up to see his, your stepbrother's eyes. He has a smirk on his face, his teeth showing. His hand was gripping at your leg, going up to your thigh as he slips his pants into your skirt, his hand rests on your cunt through your panties. You gulp and sweat goes down your face, his hand slowly rubbing up and down your cunt. Your pussy begins to get wet, a shiver of satisfaction goes down your spinal cord. He looks at you and you know what to do afterwards this dinner is over.

The bed is creaking, the headboard hitting the wall. Your mouth is wide open and drool hits your pillow, your mind feels hazy and he grabs your face. Your hands grip at pillow, his dick hitting spots in your cunt, he groans and closes his eyes. Gritting his teeth and the squeezing of your cunt doesn't help, your cunt feels so good around his dick. His face flushes red, his hair sweating to his forehead as sweat covers his body, his hands shakily grip at your hips, pounding fast and hard at you. "Fuck– your slutty cunt feels so 'm good around 'm!" He mutters, a ring of white liquid surrounds his cock. Your eyes are completely rolled back, your hair is sticking to your sweaty body. You can taste your own drool going back to your mouth as you can feel his dick ramming inside of you, your sight is hazy and blurry. You can smell sex, sweaty bodies and you can hear you and scara moaning, the springs of the bed speaking and the headboard hitting the wall in loud thumps. You don't know how long you guys been going, but your cunt still clenches for more. Your nails dig into the pillow and your cunt spasms around his cock, he bites down in his lower lip and goes faster, feeling his end and he closes his eyes, nails digging into your soft skin. "Darlin', your going to make 'm fucking fill you up again." He whispers, you moan weakly, the bed stops creaking as he stops and digs his nails dig in your skin, his palm spanks your pussy as you stiffen, your clit getting spanked adds more pleasure, you squeal and you squirt, wetting the bedsheet so much. His dick spurting out his semen, filling you up, some of his seed spills onto the cum-covered bedsheet. His hand spanks your cunt once more and his palm connects to your ass, smirking down at you. "You didn't think this was over, did you baby~?" He smirks.

ALHAITHAM

You smile at him, showing your teeth and he glanced at you, you smile nervously. Fixing yourself up, fixing your hair and getting up before making your way to him, you had always been interested in Him and him becoming your stepbrother was going to make it more easier to be near him. He looks at you and your hands begin to be sweaty, he blinks and shakes your hand, you grip at his hand. You see a glint in his eyes, your face becomes darker, a shiver of pleasure or fear goes down your spine, your legs close and you hope that what your thinking is true.

"Al-haithie!" You croak, your eyes rolling back to your head, his big dick was pounding inside your squishy, mushy wetness. The table rattles, making the legs hot and scrap the floor hard, your legs wobble as his dick makes you cock-drunk. "Isn't this what you wanted 'm to do all along! You whore, you wanted this." He whispers, holding your waist, playing with the skin as he fucks you, it makes a loud clapping sound when he thrusts back into you. Your vocal cords hurting due to screaming in pleasure, your toes curl, loud clapping and thumping is heard until he comes to a stop. His dick spurting out his semen, your cunt clenches really hard around his dick, some of his seeds slip out and go onto the floor. You can hear your heartbeat but he doesn't stop, you yelp and grip at the table. "Wha—?" You say but his hand covers your mouth as his other hand hooks you under and makes you stand as he faces your body towards the couch, his two fingers inside your mouth as he taps your tongue. Making you suck on his two digits as he begins to move once more, fucking your wet filled-cum pussy, your cunt leaking out semen your juices onto the floor, his hard dick fucks your tight cunt. Your moans are muffled as tears begin to develop in your eyes, he groans into your ear, closing his eyes as he fucks you. "Going to come for your step brother, aren't you slut?" He speaks, his face is red and his white hair clings to his forehead, your hair sticks to your sweaty body. His dick was making you crave for more even when he is still fucking your cunt, his fingers leave your mouth and lay on-top of your bud. Resting on your clit as he rubs it, adding more not the pleasure, your eyes roll back as you scream. He fucks into your cunt so hard while rubbing furiously at your clit, your vision goes blurry, your stomach feels weird as you let out a loud-moan scream, his palm rubs at your clit and pussy, your squirting, wetting the couch and the ground. "AHh!" Your moans continue as he kisses your check, his dick soon spurting out semen, filling your cunt with more gooey cream. "Don't worry, darlin'. We aren't over just yet~" he purrs.

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nyursi · 4 months

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𝐂𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐑!ㅤpart two.

꒰ † ੭‎ㅤNSFW 18+ㅤ(MDNI)... in a series of successful heists, the infamous cat burglar is finally caught and is left with the mercy of his victims to decide his fate.ㅤノㅤnot proofread.

ᡴꪫ‎ TODAY'S SPECIAL!ㅤdiluc, zhongli, heizou, (part one) alhaitham, dottore, and wriothesley (here, part two)!

WOULD YOU LIKE SPRINKLES? (っω=`)ㅤm!rdr, sensory deprivation, nipple play, sounding, multiple orgasms, cumming untouched, vibrators, office sex, power imbalance, size difference, degradation, and more.

ㅤ ⏝꒷۰꒷⏝꒷۰꒷⏝꒷۰꒷⏝

THE VALUE OF PAPERWORK...

featuring sensory deprivation, cumming untouched, nipple play, and alhaitham.

your skin was flushed, red on every surface from head to toe. the tight binding around your limbs restricted and chased away any thoughts of trying to escape.

the normal response to this situation would be fear... but why do you feel a tingling sensation down your back?

hard nipples exposed to cold air; and thighs forced open wide for the akademiya's scribe to take in. "what a sight you make, thief."

indeed— in alhaithams eyes you looked quite the feast. the situation was in his hands too, having caught the famous cat burglar attempting to sneak in. luckily he apprehended you quick enough.

just... not in the way you expected.

sure, the usual tying up to prevent movement you saw ahead of you, but the lack of clothing? and the blindfold over your eyes? a shocked noise (alhaitham considered it a whimper) had filled the silence of the room once you felt his rugged palms fondling your exposed, plush thighs.

oddly enough, the sensation was nice. it was the first time you've ever been caressed in such a gentle way that it made you want to melt. (purr, the scribe hoped.)

"mngh..." you bit your lip to muffle any more embarassing sounds to leave your mouth, feeling your limp cock twitch with arousal. everything about you alhaitham found cute; cute ears that twitched at every noise, tail that swayed hypnotizingly, adorable eyes filled with mischief.

it was too bad you were a lowly thief.

if you were trying to steal from him some spare pieces of food, or even money, the scribe would have let you go. but his documents?

he would spare you no mercy.

and thus began the long hours of you being suspended in the air, constantly teased. touches varied from feather light to sudden roughness. but no matter what he did, it all stirred life to the needy pleads of your body.

"don't whine, i'm being nice to you." alhaitham said after a babble of begs reached his ears when yet another orgasm was taken away from you. he kissed your nipple, tenderly, then bit on it and tugged. wanting to hear another wanton moan. "ngh!~" your head threw itself back whilst your legs kicked (as much as they could against restriction.)

hips stuttering once alhaithams free hand ventured downwards close to your twitching hole, too close for your liking. he chuckled feeling the heat between your thighs, but continued past the desperate heat to fondle at your tiny balls.

pre begun to leak down your sensitive shaft, dripping and leaving a small pathetic puddle on the floor. and alhaitham decided to finish it then and there.

"gah!?-" a painful pleasure struck you when he pulled on your hardened nubs, leaving you drooling and squirming. your mind couldn't figure out if you were squirming away or towards the sensation. "nngh! hai- haitham!~"

hips stuttered with every tug on your chest, and alhaitham wished he could see your crossed eyes underneath the blindfold. but the scribe was curious, and wanted to see if you could cum faster.

he began to tug on your tail harshly, while still paying attention to your cute nipples. "nn.. nooo! 'm sensitive!" you wailed, unprepared for the rushing pleasure that travelled all the way down to your cock.

soon enough, the bead of pre on your tip became a string of white, coating both of your chests in a sticky mess.

you'll have to tell the fatui to remind you that alhaitham is very serious about his documents...

ㅤ ⏝꒷۰꒷⏝꒷۰꒷⏝꒷۰꒷⏝

THE SCIENTIST'S NEW LAB RAT...

featuring vibrators, multiple orgasms, sounding, and dottore (not prime).

how many times already? you've lost count. and the loud buzzing didn't do any help to make you remember anyway.

your plan was simple; get to snezhnaya, sneak past the lowly guards, and somehow snag the doctor's latest creation— a faux gnosis. your client believed it to hold the same celestial power like a true one.

suspicion nagged at the back of your mind when you noticed the lax patrol around dottore's laboratory, and you should've known that he had some sort of contraption so insane that he didn't need any guards.

nonetheless, you shrugged such a situation off.

"a-ahnn!~ hah- wait, no! i can't-" a loud moan ripped from your throat, and a pathetic spurt of semen landed on the floor again.

your wrists and ankles hurt— being held by cold metal for hours wasn't all that pleasant.

a guttural chuckle echoed around the room, laughing at your state. "do you like it? i decided to modify my new security measures when i heard of a certain cat burglar and his plans to take away my precious gnosis." dottore finally entered your vision, circling you like a predator.

the scene of you being captured replayed constantly in his mind. it was too good!

as soon as your feet stepped through the metal door, they triggered a sensor that allowed two cuffs to come out of nowhere and secure your ankles. they were weighted— and the heaviness on your feet caused you to collapse. which allowed the handcuffs to attach itself on your wrists.

so now you were wriggling on the floor, being tortured and teased by various vibrating instruments. you had cum in your pants for the nth time by now, and the vibrators in your ass assaulted your sensitive prostate nonstop.

"can't- don't wanna cum anymooore!~" you whined, body twitching from the extreme pleasure that caused tears in your eyes. all the while dottore thought you could belong to an art exhibit!

footsteps approached. "well, if you say so." dottore had a mischevious grin, as he held out a long beaded rod for you to see. "ngh!?-" suddenly a cold sensation entered your urethra; succesfully blocking any future orgasms.

to make it worse, the doctor had turned all vibrators to max. he could only chuckle when all your sounds echoed off the walls. be it babbles, whines, or squeals, dottore took it all in. "aww," he pet your ears gently— contrast to the harsh movements within you.

in the same rhythm of his hand, dottore moved the sounding rod up and down, with every thrust downwards he pushed it in more, until the biggest bead nestled itself on your tip. and as soon as it did, your toes clenched.

fuck. it touched your prostate.

"gukh!~" your jaw went slack, and an extreme feeling rushed to your red, throbbing, cock.

he could only cackle when not an ounce of cum escaped, maniacal laughter fading when you passed out.

dottore has such exciting plans for his new pretty kitty!

ㅤ ⏝꒷۰꒷⏝꒷۰꒷⏝꒷۰꒷⏝

METHODS OF DISCIPLINE...

featuring office sex, power imbalance, size difference, and wriothesley.

"i'm innocent! i swear!" you plead as wriothesley dragged you through the halls, the sight of never ending cells made you shiver.

the buff male didn't pay you any mind. continuing to tug at the long metal chain around your neck, leading you to what seems to be his office.

your were wide eyed and fearful, that much wriothesley could tell. hearing that cute little gulp behind him made his cock twitch.

he didn't expect such a famous burglar to be so... cute. everything about you seemed meek now that you were in chains. and the cold steel around your skin wasn't a bad look on you, either.

wriothesley chuckled to himself, shaking his head as you both approached his office. honestly? the sound of his deep laugh was quite nice, despite the initial fear rattling your bones.

"don't lie, boy. i know what you did." he huffed, throwing you onto his desk, and the loud slam of his door made you flinch. in an attempt to be free from future punishment, you scrambled to defend yourself.

"i'm not! i didn't do anythi-" you garbled when the taste of leather invaded your tongue, did he really just shove his fingers in your mouth!? wriothesley already predicted your next move and pinned both wrists above your head.

"ah-ah, lying will make this worse."

a diappointed tsk made you flinch, especially as you felt a pressure on your clothed bulge. you gave him a weak kick to his thigh— and wriothesley couldn't help his rising laughter.

"what's a kitty like you gonna do to me? don't you see how small you are?" with every word he said, wriothesley inched his face closer and closer to yours. until you felt his hot breath fanning your face.

just right when you were gonna talk back, he begun to rub his knee in circles, the feeling was so good that you threw your head back against the desk. "hng!~"

and wriothesley saw an opportunity.

in a quick movement, he leaned down and bit. not so hard to draw blood— but it'll definitely leave a mark. "huh?- wrio!~" your legs instinctively wrapped themselves around his waist, making him put down his knee and grind his hard on against your leaking sex.

bite! "who allowed you to call me that?" he bit just on your collarbone, quickening his thrusts. the slacks around him began to feel small with his growing size— and you just got wetter by the second.

you whined, back arching from the desk. "if you're gonna punish me, get in with it!" kicking your legs in frustration due to wriothesley's endless teasing.

"tsk, how demanding. as you wish." he wasted no time and literally tore your pants apart, ripping a hole that perfectly displayed your whole underside. a cute butt to match a cute dick.

a needy moan left your spit-ridden lips, begging for him to do something. anything.

but wriothesley had already decided your fate; a perfect punishment. denying any orgasm to ever escape you.

vanillaclaws 2024.ㅤdo not repost.

#male reader smut #sub male reader #uke male reader #x male reader #male reader #alhaitham x male reader #alhaitham smut #wriothesley x male reader #wriothesley smut #dottore x male reader #dottore smut #っω=`)ㅤ⎯⎯ㅤmy works...#( ୨୧‎ )ㅤcat burglar!

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angelsrcute · 5 days

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can you do the they catch you read something spicy with kaeya, xiao and alhaitham?

THEY CATCH YOU SEEING/READING SOMETHING SPICY. 𝜗𝜚

(´∀｀*)ε｀　) ౨ৎ N–sfw content !! ; Dom!Kaeya, Xiao, Alhaitham + Fem n M(Xiao's part)!Reader ➜ cws: Modern au, riding, spanking. ᡴꪫ‎

꒰ঌ 𝐊𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐚 ໒꒱ — 🪦

He'd tease you about it so much I bet. He was working on a paper and saw you were focused on your phone. He got up, curious on what you were reading with so much focus that you're not doing the papers that are to be submitted tomorrow. You let out a shriek after noticing him behind you,

“Woah..are you into those type of things? interesting, Y/N. Why not try it, hm? given you're so red about it.” He coos, climbing on the couch, taking the phone away, “Welp, there goes our paper. Do think of the excuse we're gonna give.”

꒰ঌ 𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨 ໒꒱ — 🪦

He would be crazy blushing. He decided to go to your room to play games, but God damn, what the hell. You were watching hentai. And it wasn't some normal type too, fuck, how down bad were you?

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing?? yikes..”

Well this guy is fucked because you're already leading him to the bed, ass presented to you as his face faces the laptop. Let's just say Xiao couldn't walk the next day nor could he go out, especially with those visible ass bite marks.

꒰ঌ 𝐀𝐥 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦 ໒꒱ — 🪦

He'd be amused, but jealous too. God, what's the good about that fictional character when he's right there? the audacity! So here you are now, on top of him as you ride him, whining at how big he is. He'd spank your ass if you got too loud, reminding you that the neighbours would complain. Your cunt sucking his dick in, head all warm and fuzzy, eyes hazy. You had forgotten how many times you came, body shaking at this point.

“Why? Thought you wanted to be fucked stupid, reading that ‘overstimulation’ or whatever fanfiction. So, now be a little grateful.”

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house-of-daena · 8 months

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scholars learning the intricacies of sexuality... pinning dottore down while you're wrecking him because he automatically starts reaching for the nearest clipboard in order to try and take notes on why he's enjoying being destroyed so much. alhaitham having this intense, focused look on his face because he's contemplating the nuances of your dirty talk so you have to fuck all of the thoughts out of his head ^_^

IMAGINE...

[CONTENTS: nsfw, degradation, slight feminization, choking + breath play (a little intense bc it's dottore), blood, sub alhaitham/sub dottore, amab.reader]

ﾟ+*:ꔫ:*﹤"don't look at me like that," you grabbed his chin harshly, raising it up so he'd finally meet your eyes with his teary, lust-filled ones, cheeks squished together in your grip. "are you tryna think? hm?" you ask him, your faces inches apart so that he can feel your hot breath fanning against his lips. his skin tingled, trying to pull his head from your hand and avoid your gaze, pretty red hues unfurling from his cheeks and down his neck.

but you kept his face still, grip almost bruising as you smiled at him, sickeningly sweet that it made his stomach churn, his heart leaping from the anticipation, "aw, baby," you coo, your other hand running through his soft hair, wiping off the sweat that began to form on his forehead, "you know how much i hate that." your velvety voice felt like honey dripping into his ears, a shuddering sigh slipping past alhaitham's lips as his eyes, though stuck in a daze, focused on you.

"wanna figure out how i make you feel so fucking small with just my words? hm?" you laugh mockingly, and alhaitham gulps, his own heartbeat hammering inside his ears as you looked down on him with half-lidded eyes, "wanna know how i make your dick so fucking hard by just calling you a cock addict? a whore? you're so cute, haitham~" he hates the way his pathetic cock jumps at each insult.

"don't even try analyzing my words, it'll be too much for your pretty lil' head." you lightly poke his forehead, his body trembling whenever your tone of voice becomes so patronizing, his hands too shaky to grip onto your shoulders.

then, let go of his face, leaning back with a dark gleam in your eyes. easily, you hooked your hands under his legs and bent his body in half, his ankle resting on your shoulders. alhaitham felt his cock throbbing against his abdomen, oozing precum all over his now-soiled shirt. he was about to turn his head away from you, too humiliated to look at you, when you suddenly plunged your cock deep inside him, eliciting a strangled mix of a gasp and a moan from his throat. your hips snapped back and forth against his ass, loud slapping filling his once silent bedroom.

you didn't give him time to adjust to your cock, his warm walls spasming around your dick and squeezing delightfully at your girth. he throws his head back, eyes rolled back when your cockhead hits his prostate, moaning your name so loudly without a care for anyone who could hear him, only to abruptly stop moving, cock still buried deep inside him.

alhaitham whines, his nails clawing at the meat of your biceps, his eyes focusing back onto your innocent smile, confused why you had stopped. "look away and i'll stop fucking you." you lean back down again, and alhaitham almost screams when your cock slips deeper inside him, biting his bottom lip to suppress any more obscene noises. you chuckle above him, eyes locking, before you start moving inside him again, groaning at the way his slutty hole sucked you in, refusing to ever let you go as you kept thrusting and hitting him again and again on his sensitive spot, making his toes curl.

he tries his best to maintain eye contact with you, but his body burns in utter embarrassment. your eyes were filled with nothing but hungry lust, and sheer mirth at his pitiful display. "i don't want you thinkin'," you purr into his ear, and he hiccups, chest trembling each time he tries to breathe. "you're too dumb f'that, okay?" he nods absentmindedly, eyes blurry from the tears that begun to roll down his red cheeks.

"ya shouldn't be thinkin' too much, just keep looking at me while i fuck into your pussy," alhaitham lets out a sob at those words, heart thumping hard against his ribs as he drools, completely lost to the feeling of your dick absolutely ravishing his insides. he stared back at you, pupils akin to hearts, as he incoherently chanted your name in between his moans. you grin down at him, pressing a kiss on his lips.

"that's it, that's my good, obedient slut."

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

ﾟ+*:ꔫ:*﹤"what do you think you're doing?" you pin his wrist against his desk, tutting as you throw the clipboard he was trying to reach for onto the ground. dottore whines beneath you, his hips wriggling against yours, trying to fuck himself onto you when you've stopped moving. you only gripped onto his hair, raising his head and earning a whorish moan from his bloodied lips. "tryna document how good i'm fucking your hole? is that what you're tryna do?"

dottore kept his lips pressed into a thin line, eyes sharp as he glared at you when you turned his head to look at you. although the subtle shade of red adorning the tips of his head and the back of his neck told you more than enough. you coo at your cute doctor, before letting go of his cyan curls, and your hand trailing down his neck, littered with markings and bruises, courtesy of you.

your fingers wrapped around his pretty neck, nails digging onto his skin and making him gasp from both pleasure and for air. "darling, there's no need for you to write down any notes on how i fuck you." you mutter in his ear, his back beautifully arched whilst you pull out until you were almost out of his hole, before slamming into him without a warning, a garbled cry leaving his lips. your fingers press onto his veins, his throat tightening as he scratches the wooden surface of his desk.

"wanna study how your slutty hole takes in my fat cock so good?" you hit his prostate hard, making him scream and throw his head back, hitting your shoulder, "too bad, you aren't il dottore right now. you're just some cock drunk whore, too dumb for science, too dumb to even talk." archons, your words made chills run down his spine, his cock leaking so much it's formed a puddle of his arousal on the floor.

the noises he's letting out were a crude mix between desperate gulps for air and cries of pure ecstasy, his velvety walls conforming to the shape of your overpowering cock. the corners of his eyes were darkening as you continued to dick him down so good, his head spinning from the lack of air, and the euphoric bliss wracks all throughout his body.

but you loosened the grip on his neck, immediately heaving air inside his lungs greedily, his tears falling onto the desk with silent pitter-patters. you didn't stop fucking him, though, stars forming at the back of his eyes. "you don't need to document something i always do to you." dottore whimpers when your fingers squeezed his throat again, almost cumming from the shocks of pain he felt onto his skin. "but i can't stop your scholarly instincts, no?" you hum with a mischievous lilt in your voice.

"tell me how good i make you feel." you coo, pressing kisses onto his scarred back, and all over his shoulders. "go on, tell me. i know you can do it." you encouraged, condescendingly. it made dottore's dead heart thrum from the thrill, opening his mouth to speak, only to be choked by your hand once again. you laughed at his poor attempt, a humiliated scowl forming on his lips caked with dried blood. "what? too dumb to even talk? am i fucking you too good?" you teased, the moans spilling his lips sounds so utterly debauched when you lift his leg to push in deeper.

dottore tries again, struggling to even form the simplest of words, mind too hazy, and his lips trembled, voice raspy,"m-mhn! shooo good—!" he yelps when you rammed your cock harder and faster inside him, sobbing and shaking from dizzying pleasure. "fffuck! ahn—! feels s'good, i-i can't—"

"louder, slut!" you ordered, your hand reaching down to grab hold of his painfully hard cock, and he rolled his eyes back when you squeezed him, tugging on his length while you continued to abuse his spasming hole.

"p-puh—pleashe! moremoremoremore! it ffeeels— hah! s'fuckin' good!" he slurs out, and you grin as he finally breaks, "fuck me! h-harder! please—shit—! oh a-archons-!"

"good boy," you kiss his cheek, soothing his poor, bruised neck, "now you'll take my dick 'till i'm done, 'kay?"

a/n - this is the only thing i can write for today bc i was pretty busy with other stuff, my bad 😰 i promise to work on the monster fucker series quickly! anyway, bless odetari, lumi athena, kanii, 6rarelyhuman for their songs or else i would never post smut 😭

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clovdgyu · 5 months

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Punishment Time for Kitten - Alhaitham

#alhaitham x m!reader #smut, fluff #will be turning my stories into genshin hehe

#warnings: angry top!haitham, rough handling, overstimulation, bondage, spanking, degrading, car sex, kinky stuffs, slut shaming, kitten kink, master kink, m/n's a lying brat, pain kink, unprotected sex, MENTIONS OF DOM AND SUB

"Oh, yeah? Then what happened next?" One of your friends asked you, which you answered with a mocking smirk then scoffed as you crossed your arms and began to chuckle darkly, enticing your friends to listen carefully to each word you say. If there was anything they knew about you, it was that you don't show anyone mercy, not even teachers.

You stopped your small intro then looked into their eyes. "Bitch began to ask for more. Who knew such nerd could be such a slut for my dick?" You boasted out as you began to laugh loudly, along with your friends who laughed just as loud as you did which annoyed your other classmates. "But don't tell—"

Then, the door creaked open, indicating that someone had entered the classroom. It was the school's nerd, Alhaitham. If anyone asked who Alhaitham is, he is a scholar at your school and quite the perfectionist. Always deemed as a teacher's pet and an honor student.

Feeling your eyes on him, he fixed his glasses that were settled on the bridge of his nose. Per your story, everyone saw how his usually sleaked hair was tousled, and his neck evident with bright purple marks, small remnants from the events of last night. You could only stare at the older male in fear as you gulped.

"Oh, look. It's the nerd. M/N here was telling us about how you were fucked into oblivion."

Hearing this, Alhaitham stopped in his tracks and turned to look at you with a subtle glare, making you look back at your friends before you cleared your throat. "Y-Yeah. Dude, seriously. For a buff and strong guy, his moans were too high-pitched it had hurt my fucking ears," you lied, which only made the silver-haired male's glare to grow more serious. "I wasn't able to survive through it, so I stopped."

Alhaitham just stared at the group of friends and fixed his bag straps then let out a scoff. "Is that so?" Alhaitham stated as he held onto his bag's straps.

You looked at the taller male with an anxious look then nodded hesitantly, wanting to continue your 'top behavior' act. "What? Embarrassed that such person like me had gotten your virginity? Don't be embarrassed, slut. You were the one who were asking for my dick."

Almost everyone in the classroom had laughed as they all heard your statement, and by almost, I mean except for Alhaitham (who just stared daggers at you) and you (who was already quivering in fear but made it subtle). You didn't know what you had put yourself into.

Alhaitham looked away as he moved towards his desk and placed his notebook on top of it.

That whole day, Alhaitham was teased and badmouthed. They called him all sorts of nicknames such as cumslut, dick lover, attention whore, cum dumpster, and other names that students could ever think of.

While you were walking towards the school's exit, you avoided the silver-haired male at all costs, scared that he would kill you with his bare hands.

Just as you thought that you were finally in the clear, Alhaitham's car had stopped in front of you. You began to quiver in fear, scared of what's to come for you. Swallowing hard, you looked from side to side then looked at the car before sighing. You were about to run away but seems like Haitham knew what you were planning since he rolled the windows down. "Get. In. Now."

You entered the car without second-guessing, not wanting to anger Alhaitham more. Why you all ask? Well, you were the man's sub and had disobeyed his rules he had set between you two. One, being 'be respectful and obedient', which you failed to follow miserably, judging how pissed off Alhaitham was with you. You wanted to apologize but you knew angry Haitham was scary.

See, three days ago, you thought you had managed to wrap the man around your finger but the desired outcome became opposite. It was you who was now wrapped around his finger. "You've been a bad boy, kitten," he started which made you look down at your fingers.

Wanting to stay with your 'bad boy' aura, you just huffed as you looked outside the window. "You can't tell me what to do, Alhaitham," you said disrespectfully and rolled your eyes. "This is my body and I can do anything with it."

He groaned in annoyance as he started the engine and drove towards his house. You were already scared shitless but you didn't want Alhaitham to see that. "You know, I would've lessen the chances of punishing you but you've went out of the line."

Courageously, you just rolled your eyes and clicked your tongue at him. "Eat shit!"

The silver-haired male glared at you before looking back front. He cursed loudly as he had found yourselves stuck in traffic. He let out a loud honk and banged his hand on the stirring wheel. "Fuck shit! Get out the fucking way!"

You could only chuckle at his agony, which he heard, his blood boiling at your mocking voice. The months-older male wasn't having it so he groaned in pure annoyance and began unbuckling his pants, making you look at him with wide eyes. "What are you—"

"Strip." Alhaitham demanded you, which made you shake your head as you huffed. "Are you going to strip or strip?"

Without having any much of a choice, you whimpered as you hesitated, although doing as you were told when Alhaitham glared at you. Luckily, the car's windows were tinted. Finally stripping yourself off of your uniform, Haitham hummed in satisfaction as he looked at you, wearing a blue lacey bralette and panties. "I see. You wore it. Maybe, just maybe, I'll lessen the punishment," the other male stated as he roamed his hands around your sensitive body. "Fuck, can't wait 'til we get home."

You just looked away but was shocked when the other male had taken a handful of your (H/C) hair and gripped it tightly, guiding it towards his clothed cock. Alhaitham smirked as he moaned, humping his shielded member on your cheek. You just closed your eyes as you took in his manly scent. Fuck, this feels so good. You thought. Then, he pulled you back by your hair and tugged down his Calvin Klein boxers, which you didn't notice. So, when you gasped, he used that as an advantage to insert his whole dick inside your mouth, the tip of his member hitting the back of your throat.

"MMNGH!" You gagged as you were forced to take all of Alhaitham's dick who let out a shaky grunt as he let you stay in that position; your left cheek being scraped by his trimmed hair. Tears formed on the corner of your eyes as you placed one hand on the dominant's waist while the other on his thigh. You could feel his dick at the back of your throat and the latter didn't even give a fuck if you were struggling to breath.

"Who's the dick lover now, kitten?" Alhaitham teased as he bucked his hips, making you let out small choked moans as you, nevertheless, swallowed around his dick, tears streaming down your face at the constant gagging. You hollowed your cheeks as you used your tongue to swipe along the underside of the other's member. Alhaitham groaned as he caressed your cheek with his free hand. "Breathe through your nose, kitten."

You did as you were told before your hair was pulled back. You thought it was finally over but boy were you wrong when Alhaitham suddenly pushed your head back, taking him whole again inside your mouth with a loud 'gwark' that sent shivers down the other male's spine.

Your eyes twitched as you held his thighs tightly. "Mngh!"

By this point, your tears were already flowing down your cheeks continuously as Alhaitham used your mouth to pleasure himself. "F-Fuck kitten. Your mouth is so fuckin' amazing," he praised then lightly slapped your red cheeks. "Use your tongue, slut."

You nodded as you used your tongue, using it again to lap on the underside of Alhaitham's dick. Alhaitham loved how your tongue felt which made him moan in satisfaction. You were about to pull back when the other male loosened his grip on your hair, only to be pushed back down, making you gag. "Fucking bitch. Did I tell you to stop sucking?"

Alhaitham, angered, gripped your smooth hair tighter and fucked your face as if it were an onahole. You could only groan and let out choked moans as you began to sob, feeling your throat hurt. Alhaitham, with his other free hand, grabbed something from the back seat and pulled down the underwear you were wearing. "Now, this'll hurt but it's not like I care."

He chuckled with his deep voice as he inserted the whole 6-inch dildo into your hole, making you let out a surprised gasp but was muffled by Alhaitham's dick that was shoved down inside your throat. You began to sob at the pain and Alhaitham couldn't care less, although he did caress your ass cheeks to calm you down. Truth be told, you were actually liking the pain. No way. Do I have a pain kink? You thought as you continued to suck the heck out of the other man’s dick.

Finally, the cars had started moving making, Alhaitham let out a satisfied groan. "Fucking finally!"

Alhaitham placed his hand back to the stirring wheel and to the shift after telling you to not stop sucking his dick. He would groan once in a while every time you deepthroated him. "You're getting good at this, M/N. Tell me, have you been sucking off other guys' dicks off?"

You shook your head as you knelt on your seat and began slurping and sucking on the older male's dick like how Alhaitham taught you. "That's right. I should be the only one who get to see you like this. Got that, my little dick whore?"

You nodded as Alhaitham wiped some of your tears away with his left hand and, feeling the car stop, you were about to pull back but was pushed back down yet again and heard Alhaitham groan. "FUCK~!" Not seconds later, he cummed inside of your mouth, his semen travelling down your throat which you swallowed immediately albeit forced.

Alhaitham panted as he watched you suck him dry before you pulled his dick off your mouth with a pop, a string of saliva connecting your lips from his dick. He loved the sight and as much as he wanted to dwell on it, you two still have a lot of punishment to get to.

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"A-Alhaitham, please..n-no—AH! Mm—ah," you moaned as you clutched tighter on the ropes that restrained your hands from reaching your ass. You arched your back, curling your toes as you cum yet again for the 5th time that day with a loud whiney sound, the sound going straight to Alhaitham's dick.

"I'm pretty sure I heard wrong, but what did you say?" Alhaitham asked through gritted teeth as he turned the vibrator to its highest level, making you squirm on the bed as you began to sob at how you were being overstimulated, tears staining the blindfold that was placed on you.

"S-Sorry, master..I-I'm sorry..p-please no—AHH!" You let out a dragged-out moan as you felt Alhaitham insert another vibrator into your puckered hole. "W-Wait..hah.."

"Sure, wait. I know you like this—"

"Y-Yellow..m-master," you stated, making Alhaitham glare at you before rolling his eyes and sitting back on his chair with a 'tsk'. He stared at you intently, your mouth wide open as moans escaped your mouth, drool dripping down the corners of your lips, your erect member that was ready to blow, your naked body that glistened with sweat as you sobbed at the overstimulation. You keep telling Alhaitham to stop but you knew you still wanted to continue. “Green...”

Alhaitham took the other remote and turned it immediately to its highest level unexpectedly, making you let out a loud shriek as you held onto the headboard as if your life depended on it. Your eyes rolled back to the back of your head as your tongue lolled out of your mouth. Alhaitham watched as a bead of sweat dripped from your chin down to your neck, he chuckled deeply.

"You see, M/N. You could have escaped from being punished if only you had stopped when I arrived," Alhaitham stated as he stared at your sweaty naked body. He moved closer as he placed a hand on your erect member, making you let out a small gasp. "But instead, you decided to continue and even spoke back to me. What benefit will it give you, M/N? Enlighten me."

You were about to speak but Alhaitham took a hold of your dick and started to move his hand, jerking you off at a fast pace, making you squirm on the bed and to arch your back beautifully which the silver-haired male always loved to see. "AHH! M-Master..hmm.."

"You like that, slut? Want me to get this on video and spread this on the school's blog? Just to let everyone know who the whore is between the two of us," Alhaitham threatened as he felt you buck your hips on his hand that had stopped moving.

You shook your head frantically and let out a whine when Alhaitham removed his hand from your own member. "Wh-why..?" You asked as you looked around, but to no avail. The only thing you could see was pitch black and although it excites you that you couldn't see what's to happen next, it also scared you.

You have never been punished before and Alhaitham wasn't this rough, to be exact. He was always a gentle man that cared for you. Remind me never to get on his bad side again. You thought as you began to hiccup.

You heard shuffling from beside you, which made you shiver. Although, when you heard a leather belt making contact with skin, you immediately trembled in fear and tried to pull your restraints off. "M-Master, p-please...no s-spanking..h-hate it.."

"Then, you should've stopped earlier when you could have. You knew what was coming for you yet you disregarded it. Now, you have to face the consequences," Alhaitham stated as he untied the ropes on your hands. "If you dare try to escape, which you can't obviously, I might have to punish you more."

You gulped as you let out shaky breaths, whimpering when you were finally out of those restraints. You waited for Alhaitham's next move and began to fear the worst. "M-Master?"

"Turn around, pet," Alhaitham demanded you which you immediately followed. "What do you feel about 30?" He asked you as he laid your stomach onto his lap, caressing your smooth shaved ass with gentle hands.

"A-Anything's good," you answered, not wanting to anger Alhaitham. "P-Please b-be gentle.."

"You don't have a say in this, M/N. Be a good pet and take what you deserve," Alhaitham stated as he grabbed a ball gag and inserted two fingers into your mouth which you suck on like a lollipop. But, you choked when the older male pushed his fingers deeper into your throat unexpectedly.

You choked, making Alhaitham groan as he squeezed your thick thighs. He removed his finger from your mouth, momentarily playing with your tongue before removing it completely. His fingers were now coated in your own saliva, licking it clean with his own tongue.

"Open," Alhaitham instructed. You opened your mouth and felt the ball gag being placed into your mouth. You, on instinct, bit on the gag as you shakily held onto Alhaitham's hand, his other hand busy tying the gag. The other male smirked as he finally grabbed his belt and raised it, bringing it back down to slap your ass cheeks that jiggled. You bit on the ball gag as you let out muffled moans and held onto your master's arm for dear life.

"Hm. You keep telling them I was the the dick whore when it's obviously you. How many times have you released untouched, M/N?" Alhaitham asked you with a stern look, shakily raising six fingers before holding onto his arm again as he placed another slap onto your ass. "See? Just by having a vibrator up your slutty ass, you've cum six times already."

You whimpered as every harsh slap from Alhaitham's belt came in contact with your ass. "Oh fuck. I was enjoying seeing you squirm about, I lost count. I think I should restart the counting, hm, kitten?"

You immediately shook your head and held Alhaitham's arm in fear. You were talking yet it was muffled by the ball gag that was on your mouth, making Alhaitham laugh menacingly. He placed a tight grip on your hair and pulled it back, earning him a choked gasp from him. "What? You don't want to be spanked anymore?" He asked, ignoring your muffled pleas. "Too bad."

Alhaitham then raised the belt again and spanked the hell out of you, making you flinch every time the smooth leather made contact with your buttocks. The only thing you could do was sob as you accepted whatever your master gave you. "I'm not usually rough, M/N, but I was really hurt by what the other students said about me. Don't go making such rumors, again. Got it?"

You nodded again, finally heaving a sigh as you felt Alhaitham caress your ass soothingly. Then, you unexpectedly moaned when he inserted a finger into your hole without any warning. "Calm down, kitten. I'm just getting the vibrators out. Just by my fingers, you're already going crazy. What would happen if it were my dick?"

You groaned as you grinded yourself on the other's lap. You winced a little bit when you felt the vibrators exit your hole. Then, Alhaitham placed them on a wet cloth and gently removed you off his lap.

Finally, it's over. You thought as you laid down on the bed, sweaty and your hair disheveled. Alhaitham removed the ball gag on your mouth first before moving to your blindfold that was stained with tears.

You were about to speak but you were surprised when Alhaitham suddenly turned you on your stomach. "Wh-what are you d-doing?"

"What? I still haven't cum yet and I'm pretty sure this punishment is still not over," Alhaitham stated as he stripped himself off of his clothes, you subtly stared while he did so. He was finally in his naked glory and you could never get used to the fact that he was big. "Just looking at me like that makes me horny."

You looked away as you steadied yourself on your hands and knees. "Y'know, if you want to stop, you can alway say your safe word."

"I-I'm fine. J-Just get on with it," you answered as you blushed, not wanting to admit that you were indeed liking this side of Alhaitham.

"Alright. But remember, you asked for this," Alhaitham chuckled with his deep voice and got behind you, poking his erect dick's tip on your awaiting hole. You flinched and slowly looked back at Alhaitham.

"N-No prep? M-Master, I-I can't take—nngh!" You were cut off when Alhaitham pushed his tip inside your hole that immediately clenched onto him.

"Huh? Wasn't the vibrators and dildo enough? You say no but your body's speaking otherwise," Alhaitham stated as he slammed his whole length inside your tight hole which made you let out a choked gasp. "Shit, still fuckin' tight for master, huh, kitten?"

"AH! M-Master, y-your dick...i-it hurts.." You stated as you gripped the bedsheets tightly.

"It's supposed to. This is a punishment anyway," he stated but nonetheless slowed down to make you grow accustomed to his length, making you whine at how you could feel his entire length push in and out of you.

After giving Alhaitham a small nod of approval, he immediately thrusted into your ass at a fast pace, making you gasp. "GAHH! S-Slow down, m-master!"

"Remember, kitten. Color?" Alhaitham asked he stilled his thrusting inside you. With your head hung low, you sighed deeply. As much as you wanted to say 'yellow' or 'red', you didn't want Alhaitham to stop.

"G-Green," you answered.

"Attaboy, M/N. See? You love my cock so much you don't want me to stop. Fucking slut," Alhaitham said as he pulled his dick until his tip was the only thing inside before slamming back in, hitting your prostate dead on and hearing you shriek in pleasure. "What? You don't want your tight ass to feel empty? Well, be glad cause there's no way I ain't stopping."

You rolled your eyes in exasperation as you tried to keep your mind in the right state but you knew you couldn't. Then, without pulling out, Alhaitham turned you around and slammed his whole length into your hole which made you curl your toes, your legs now placed on top of Alhaitham's shoulders. You moaned louder as Alhaitham began to quicken his pace, every thrust hitting that bundle of nerves that made your length tingle. At this point, you could only see white and think of pleasure.

Only squelching sounds and sinful moans were heard from you two as you went at it the whole afternoon.

Alhaitham gritted his teeth as he fucked you at an even faster pace, making you cum the nth time that day. "N-No more..n-no..AHH! Alhaitham~" You dragged out as you rolled your tongue out, saliva dripping down your tongue as you threw your head back, toes curling at the pleasure.

Both of your stomachs were decorated with your cum while your insides were painted with Alhaitham's thick, white semen. Alhaitham growled as he leaned down to bite on your collar bone, making you yelp. Although, the pain was bearable.

He began sucking on your neck and chest, adding to the pleasure you were currently experiencing as Alhaitham continued to thrust deep into your velvety walls. You placed your hands on his smooth dyed hair and moaned loudly as you pulled him close. "Alhaitham..." you moaned as he hummed in satisfaction before pulling back and placed a hand on your throat, gripping it tightly, restricting your flow of air. You choked as you held onto Alhaitham's hand and began to moan loudly, although airy and breathy.

"Kitten, you're really being disrespectful," Alhaitham stated as he fucked you into oblivion and he knew for sure that you were probably not in the right state of mind currently as you came again. "Wow, you sure do have a lot of cum left in you."

"M-Masterr~"

Your hole clenched on Alhaitham's dick, making him groan as he tightened his grip on your throat which made you gasp. Alhaitham let out a few grunts as he thrusted inhumanely into your abused hole before releasing his semen inside of you for the fifth time that day with a groan.

Alhaitham thrusted a few more times to ride out his high and loosened his grip on your throat. He observed you and chuckled deeply, liking the fact how you were too lost in a haze. Alhaitham slowly pulled out, not wanting to hurt you. He watched as his thick seeds flowed out of your hole like a waterfall.

Then, Alhaitham stood back up and carried you to the bathroom, placing you on the water-filled bathtub before going on the bathtub. "M/N?"

You just hummed, still not in the right state of mind. "Let's take a bath," Alhaitham stated. You just nodded as you looked at the white ceiling through half-lidded eyes.

Then, Alhaitham held you closer to his chest and grabbed a cloth to wipe away the semen from your own bodies. Alhaitham hummed a happy tune as he did so. Several minutes later, you carefully held onto Alhaitham's muscular arms. "I-I'm sorry."

"No, it's fine, M/N," he answered as he stod up from the bathtub and grabbed some towels, drying yourselves. "I think I should be the one who's sorry. I might have gone too rough on you," Alhaitham said as he dried himself off and wrapped one on you then one on his waist.

"I deserved it. Besides, I liked it anyway. I-I kind of liked that side," you stated with a blush as you played with your fingers together. "Didn't know how good it felt to be totally dominated, especially by a nerd like you."

Alhaitham chuckled as he got some sweater and boxers for you to wear. The boxers had fit you perfectly but the sweater was still a bit oversized, reaching up until your thighs. "I never got the chance to kiss you."

"Duh. You were so caught up with fucking me, you totally forgot about it," you stated as you watched Alhaitham wear his sweatpants and only sweatpants, no undergarments, no nothing.

When Alhaitham settled himself on the bed, you straddled the other, grinding your ass on the other's flaccid cock, making the older groan as he rubbed his hands on your sides. "M/N, aren't you tired?"

"I am, but seeing you like this is making me horny again," you stated as you lunged towards Alhaitham's neck and began to bite and suck slowly, hickeys appearing one-by-one. Alhaitham moaned as he held your hips, grinding his, now, erect dick on your buttocks.

You both placed hickies on each other's chest, neck, and jaw. Finally, you two both laid down. Alhaitham grabbed your hands and traced the red marks that was evident on your wrists because of the rope. "Does it hurt?"

"A little bit, but it's okay. Nothing I can't handle," you answered as he let you hug him as you snuggled into the older's bare chest, tracing shapes and letters.

"I love you, M/N."

You widened your eyes before looking back up at Alhaitham who was already staring down at you. "What? M-Me?"

"Yeah..actually, even before we met three days ago," Alhaitham confessed bashfully, a red tint appearing on your cheeks.

"But I was a bad person. Why would you like me?" M/N asked with an angered tone.

"Do I need to have a reason? Just because you are, doesn't mean a person can never like you," Alhaitham stated as he hugged your form closer.

"Well...I mean, I'm still trying to like, like you so, help me," you stated and Alhaitham chuckled as he nodded eagerly. "Uhm...just by what I said, you're hard again?"

Alhaitham just shrugged then got on top of M/N. "Ready for another round?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

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will-o--the-wisp · 4 months

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smut under the cut // MDNI

alhaitham+kaveh × reader smut drable

cw: dubcon (reader is paying rent), under negotiated everything (so undernegotiated there hasn't even been a negotiation), nipple play, masturbation, marking, biting, anal play, pwp, tba.

I wrote this a 2 am be merciful ty.

Fuck, is this how low he is fallen? Slowly undressing in his bed as his roommates burn holes into his skin with their unblinking stares? Curse Dori and her sweet words.

She knew (Name) was desperate for an interesting theme that would allow him to get an outstanding grade in his thesis. She knew he was from the amurta darshan, so a promise of a new species of fungi was enough to make him fork out a hefty sum of mora.

That meant that, when it was time to pay his rent at the beginning of the next month, he had to resort to begging Alhaitham for a little extension on the time. The stoic man surprisingly agreed, but he had one condition. To put on a little show for him. And Kaveh.

The cold air of the room is making his nipples pebble as it hits them, making a little shiver go down his spine. He unbuttons his pants, wiggling a bit to put his weight in his upper back and lifts his legs to get the clothing off. This allows the men seated at the foot of his bed to appreciate the beautiful curve of his thighs and his cute bulge pressing on the front of his briefs.

(Name) throws the pants off somewhere in the room and sits up, his back against the header off the bed. He swallows nervously, unsure on what to do, gaze lowering and blush rising to his cheeks as the situation truly sets in.

“C'mon (Name)” He jumps as a hand settles on his thigh. Kaveh's hand. “Show us how you make yourself feel good” His dick twitches against his will at the smooth words. When did Kaveh turn from a mumbling boyfailure to this?

He takes a deep breath, his skin feeling on fire where the soft skin of Kaveh’s hand meets his thigh, but it does encourage him to act. He starts to softly palm himself through his boxers, starting with soft touches but growing bolder as his dick hardens.

He's sweating by the time he is fully hard, the imprint of his cock visible through the thin cloth. Kaveh is kneading on the meat of his thigh which adds to the stimulation and Alhaitham, the ever quiet man, is just observing the scene with his eyes a deep pool of unbridled hunger.

When he decides he has teased himself enough, (Name) gets one shaky hand in his boxers and gets them low enough so he can stroke his dick comfortably, but he's interrupted before he can get right to it.

“No” Alhaitham huffs uttering his first words since this whole situation began. Kaveh glares at him for stopping the show, but his enthusiasm comes back at the next words. “I want them off”

“Do you get off to humiliation?” (Name) quips, his sking getting hotter as he glares at Alhaitham “Is that why you want me nude with you both fully clothed?”

“Be a good boy and do it” Alhaitham responds, his tone leaving no room for arguments. The stern voice sends another shiver down (Names) spine and makes his dick jump, which mortifies him.

He gets his boxers off and turns to his night stand. He opens the drawer, rummaging for a quick second before finding a plastic lube container.

He goes to settle down in bed again, but finds himself being pulled into Kaveh's lap. “You don't mind me looking from this angle right?” Kaveh asks right by his ear, arms encircling his waist. He slowly shakes his head, the heat in the air of the room slowly growing thicker and thicker.

He pops off the cap of the little container getting a bit of lube into his hand. He goes to put it back down in the nightstand once its job is done, but Alhaitham is quicker and grabs it off his hand. (Name) shoots a questioning job at him, but gets nothing in return.

He ignores the weirdness as his hand wraps around his dick, the wetness of his precum mixing with the lube in his hand. His head drops back into Kaveh's firm shoulder as his eyes close, a small whimper coming off his lips.

“You're doing good” Kaveh praises, and one of the arms around his midsection moves, deft architect fingers caressing one of his nipples. (Name) falters in his rhythm, he didn't expect to be touched tonight, just to do his thing for the other two men, but he doesn't want Kaveh to stop. It feels good.

He strokes a bit faster, testing for the rhythm that feels the best, quick breaths and small moans filling the room. He's so focused on his pleasure that he doesn't hear Alhaitham uncap the bottle again, spreading the thick substance around his fingers.

(Name) opens his eyes when he feels the scribe's figure move to loom over him. He feels a bit disoriented, his head foggy from the stimulation from both his hand and Kaveh's touch, but stops once fingers circle slowly around his hole.

“Keep at it” Alhaitham orders as he keeps circling, spreading the lube around his entrance. The orders are clear in the haze of his brain, so his hand returns to its work.

Alhaitham starts with just one finger, it slowly carving up a path inside of him. The sensation of another person's finger inside of him is exquisite when paired up with all the other methods of stimulation he's having the pleasure to endure.

Kaveh feels bolder with Alhaitham's cooperation, both of his hands moving to pinch and pull on his sensitive nipples until they are cute and rosy. “You're doing so well for us dear.” he says, and (Name) doesn't have to see him for him to know that there's a smile plastered on his face.

He picks up the pace a bit, the glide of his hand up and down his cock making a slick sound travel around the room. He whimpers and moans, back arching against Kaveh's firm chest as Alhaitham decides to start moving his finger in and out in tandem with his movements.

“Fuck” He whimpers loudly as Alhaitham finger hits some good spots inside of him. He looks down through bleary eyes and pleads, his hips wriggling to meet Alhaitham’s finger. “One more finger? Please?” His voice is small and pathetic, but far too irresistible.

“As you wish” Alhaitham says nonchalantly, but by the way his free hand lifts to grip his thigh harshly, he's anything but unnafected.

He takes the second finger like a champ, his hand jerking himself off quicker. Alhaitham follows suit with amping the intensity, thrusting his fingers rapidly in and out of his hole. Kaveh has moved on to leaving hickies down the column of (Name)'s neck.

“fuckfuckfuck” It comes to a head in a second, the pleasure feeling all too much when Alhaitham's fingers curl inside him, sending true zaps of gooey heat all throughout his body. “I’m gonna…”

He doesn't get to finish his thought before he's coming. Kaveh bites down harshly on his neck in the middle of his phrase and that's all it takes for him to finally tumble over the edge.

It's the best orgasm he's ever had, mind numbing pleasure coursing through his system. He rides the fingers inside him through the peak, moaning loudly as all shame is forgotten.

Once it's over, his body relaxes suddenly, laying on Kaveh as if he was boneless. He feels dead tired, but his dick still jumps when Alhaitham slowly removes his fingers.

“You did well” Alhaitham says, tone neutral as ever, but the praise is, by far, the most surprising thing to happen that night.

Kaveh kisses the crown of his head as he lets out a little laugh, playing with the cum in (Name)’s stomach with a finger. “Can we do this again sometime?”

(Name) thinks that yes, they will.

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hellsslibrary · 1 year

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⁺˚*･༓☾When you open a book, you start to see interesting events, but I would prefer to open you.☽༓･*˚⁺

#a/n!! : sorry, lol...

DNI: Minors(You will be blocked, kittens).

!! Warnings: play with breasts, sex without preparation, pet names, riding, praise, teasing, the reader talks on... very interesting topics, yeah.

A sigh leaves your mouth when you put down the next book you read on the table in front of you. Your back is reclining on the soft back of the huge chair of your boyfriend, who holds the post of temporary Grand Sage of the University of Sumeru. You sigh softly once more, shifting your gaze to the right, watching his figure choosing some book.

"Haitham, honey, I'm bored... " he takes a quick look at you and just shakes his head.

"You agreed to help me with my work today," he replies, to which you just snort.

"That's right, that I came to help YOU with WORK, and not to read the 7th book in a few hours. Is this the work of the Grand Sage? Judging by your judgments, it was more difficult," you reflect, and he comes to a chair with a book.

"I just don't have much work today, today is the first day of the month," he replies. - "Now stop being a child and get off the chair."

You just smile at him and tap your laps. He sighs in despair, but sits down. Then he fidgets for a few seconds, trying to get comfortable, and then leans back on your chest, opening the book and starting to read it.

Your hands, in a completely non-sexual sense, slide over his knees, rising higher, outlining every inch of his thigh muscles. He fleetingly looks down at your hands, but immediately returns to reading, although he was well aware that in a few minutes he would obviously not be doing it.

You start kissing and slightly biting his bare neck, now without the wire from the headphones, because he takes them off with you. He sighs fitfully and a barely noticeable blush appears on his cheeks when you touch a particularly sensitive part of his neck.

"[Your name], what are you, uh, doing?" - he asks quietly, trying to focus on the text that is blurring in front of him.

"Well, Haitham, I've read most of the books that are here," you finally get to his cherished place and grab him there, feeling that he is already a little harder.

"Is there really not a single interesting book that can interest you?" - he asks defiantly, looking back at you a little.

"Mmm, no. I'd rather open you than a book... Now," you grin, and he just grunts.

He puts the book down and then turns over to sit facing yours. His hands rest on your shoulders, wrapping around them and around your neck, pulling you closer. You can feel his warm breath when he looks into your eyes.

They scan you until his breathing becomes ragged, when you begin fleeting movements of your hips against his. He slightly digs into the fabric of your jacket, squeezing it between his fingers, burying himself in your shoulder. He moans when he feels your semi-hard cock rubbing against his.

Goosebumps run down your back when he exhales into your neck, blowing hot air over it.

"Stop teasing, damn it..." - he whispers, already pulling off his upper part of his clothes.

You just laugh, but slightly push his figure away from you and also begin to undress. He jumps off your lap when he takes off his clothes from above completely and starts taking off his boots and trousers with underwear.

Your gaze slowly glides over his toned figure while you fumble with the belt of your trousers. Over his beautiful chest tits, his arms, a relief torso, a v-shaped line, going down to his hard cock and legs slightly shaking with anticipation.

You pull down your trousers and immediately pull the elastic band of your underwear down, pulling off both items, and throwing them somewhere behind your back. He immediately sits back down with impatience, wrapping his arms around your neck and pulling your head into a dirty kiss full of only teeth, saliva and tongues.

He lifts himself up on your knees, your dick is slides between his buttocks, which makes you slightly move away with a slight groan of incomprehension.

"Wait, Haitham, without preparation?" - you ask, although you understand him, you would also like to fuck him right like that, but his comfort is the first thing.

"Yes, it's just... Just please, come on already, put it in," he whispers, pulling you to him one more time.

You take him by the hips and guide him to your cock, and then slowly insert your dick into him while he puts his head on your shoulder and hisses with pain and stretching. You slowly start rubbing his back when he takes you completely, and with the other you stroke his nipple, making him whine very softly.

His fingers press harder into your flesh, leaving red marks there that will later become scratches. You can feel his eyelashes fluttering on your skin, feeling how this place is getting slightly wet from impending tears.

"Move," he says, swinging his hips very easily from left to right.

You take his hips with one hand, and you still hold the other on his chest. You start guiding him along your dick and his body starts jumping up and down.

A slapping sound fills the room after a few minutes when the ash-haired man himself starts jumping on you while your hands just lie on his chest, stroking it, making him moan. Your hands gently slide over his body, briefly squeezing his chest or waist.

And then they go lower.

"Alhaitham, have I ever told you what a juicy figure you have?" - you ask, squeezing his ass, pulling the moo out of him.

"You tell me that, oh shit, every time we have sex, you know? Mghm..." - he throws his head back when he feels a quick climax.

"Do you want to cum, handsome?" - he actively nodded his head when his jumps became inaccurate and not smooth. - "Then cum like a good boy, huh? "

Well, well, he doesn't need to be told twice. The moan of your name escapes from his chest when he comes, covering your and his breasts with white threads. He takes a few more jumps, experiencing his high, and then settles down, putting his head on your shoulder.

"Wait a second..." - you nod, squeezing his ass and humming thoughtfully.

"But this time I really thought seriously. Which is better your ass or tits? That is, what I can say and that is just excellent to the touch, I can squeeze and push them apart, and also fuck ..." - you sigh in disappointment.

"What an idiot you are sometimes... Even worse than Kaveh."

"Did he ever ask the same questions?" - you ask as your hands slide over his body. - "But okay, now I guess we'll figure out which is better."

"How?" - he asks, no longer foreshadowing anything good, hearing your playful tone.

He gasps in surprise when you put him on the table and hover over him.

"I'll see what makes you more sensitive. When I fuck you or play with your breasts, that's what we'll find out, " - you start your movements again, this time lowering your head on his chest, and he just whines in resignation, foreshadowing a long sex session.

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