#I really love their contrast uugh

[mochinomnoms]

if you're still accepting random asks and such while you're bored-- i'd love to see something about kalim! if you want to go the extra mile, i'd eat UP anything you have for that one free use thing you mentioned awhile back...

I don't think I got the strength for something fully smutty rn, but I can do a bit of suggestiveness~ also cw for my use of arabic i still cannot figure out a good source for terms of endearment and shit

Being the one and only spouse of the head of the Asim family was a privilege that was exclusive to you for the last few generations. From what you gathered from your new mothers-in-law, three to be exact, the Asims were notorious for being indulgent and needy, more so as lovers.

“They're spoiled!” Farah laughed, her voice having a soft, sweet sound to it. She was currently on the phone with you as your other two mothers were tending to Kalim's younger siblings.

“Practically insatiable, trust me when I tell you, habibi, that my son is going to tire you out. He's practically his father's twin—”

“Aaah!”

“...Habibi? Are you alright? What was that?”

You clenched the phone in your hand, the other tightening in Kalim's hair as licked his lips clean from your fluids. Your darling husband nuzzled into your thigh, pressing soft, sweet kisses in contrast to what his hand was currently doing to you. Or inside you, was a more apt description.

“I'm...fine, just—ACK!” You choked on a high-pitched moan as Kalim bit into your hip, kissing the dull mark in apology as he trailed more kisses up your belly to your torso as he pushed your shirt up and up.

“Are you sure? You sound like you're in pain—”

Like plucking a round, plump grape from the vine, Kalim delicately plucked the phone out of your hand as you buried your face in his neck in embarrassment.

“Hi Mama!” Kalim cheerily greeted his mother, still going at you like he knew just the right buttons to push to make you melt. In his defense, Kalim could be very good at things if you let him practice enough. And he'd practiced on you, thoroughly.

“They're a bit busy at the moment, I'll have them call you back later, okay? Bye!”

You could make out the concerned voice of Farah raising her voice at him as Kalim hung up, still blissfully smiling.

“K-Kalim, you can't just—Uugh—hang up on your—fuck.”

You let out pathetic, soft whines as you clutched onto Kalim's shoulders and dug your nails into the silk fabric he wore. Cutely, the color and pattern matched your own, or at least the one that he'd slipped off of you earlier while you'd been on the phone.

“It's okay, I just needed you for a little bit, just a little bit!” Kalim whined, burying his head into your neck and fluttering kisses again.

“Aren't you tired from last night? This morning? After lunch?”

Kalim pulled away, a cute pout on his lips as he shook his head.

“Never could be tired of you, Albi! Now come on, it'll be real quick this time, I promise!”

Taking a deep breath, you sighed, face going warm as he gave you a lovestruck smile. Finally, he took the hand that was working you back and licked it clean, with you staring.

You really should've given him more credit back in school, he could be cheeky when he wanted to.

Though, with how sweetly who looked at you with those deep red eyes, so full of love, you can't help but want to indulge the spoiled man in any and every way possible. It was no wonder that Jamil's always mildly disliked you.

“Fine, but we go back to the bedroom, I still have a crick in my neck from when you took me over the table—AH!”

You yelped as Kalim excitedly dragged you to the bedroom, again, for the nth time today.

I pray that I can walk after this time, I don't want to deal with another round of servants attending to me cause my legs are jelly.