#bottom al haitham

[tenderfxck]

Can you write for submissive alhaitham? Imagine arguing over something trivial and just pinning him down and breaking him :D but ofc the onion boy would not go down without a fight, and that's where the fun begins <3

this got longer than i expected. um.

this is switch/bottom al haitham. sorry if that wasn’t what you were looking for but uhhhh. inspiration struck my dick and here we are.

contents: switch! al haitham, bottom! al haitham, gn!reader, no reader genitals mentioned, can be read as strap or not, he gets pegged/fucked :P, overstim, brat taming, light orgasm denial, begging

edit: i woke up this morning and found some issues. i went ahead and fixed them and last night’s me will be appropriately drawn and quartered for not proofreading closely enough

it all started when he mumbled a snide remark under his breath.

you had just finished chiding him for being too brusque with some poor akademiya students when you turned to take leave of his office, determined to decompress after dealing with that proud scribe.

it seemed to have been building, this tension between you two, and al haitham was irked enough to push it a just a bit more.

“well maybe you should stop with the niceties and people might actually respect you.”

he watched as you froze in front of him, a faint smirk crossing his face as he saw your perturbed look as you turned back to meet his gaze.

“mr. scribe, do not confuse kindness for a weak will.”

this was rare.

he’s only seen this look that’s currently overtaking your facade a few times before; only when he’s really struck a chord in your arguments.

he laughs quietly, mockingly as he crosses his arms and rests his back against the grand bookcase behind his desk. “well maybe if you knew how to assert dominance instead of resorting to being an absolute pushover you could—“

he feels the push of something before he's pinned between the wall and you.

he never knew you were capable of being assertive, let alone this. his chest tightens, breath catching as he stares back into your darkening eyes.

"assert dominance, huh?"

your knee finds its place between haitham's legs, drawing the open so easily in his paralyzed state.

"dominance. . ."

. . .

“ah- ah- ah- ggh!”

archons. his voice is hoarse, yet he still can’t stop it from rhythmically crying out, a chorus of moans punctuating each harsh meeting of hips. his cock is starting to feel numb. you already rode him twice until he completely emptied himself in you, yet now your thumb still rubs at the tip, taking in every broken little sob of him saying it’s “too much.”

“wasn’t it you who said i needed to- what was it?”

you thrust into him sharply, uncaring for his worn and overstimulated body. all he can do is gasp out, cock throbbing in your grasp.

“assert dominance?”

fuck. he feels so full. his face is buried in one of the pillows on the chaise lounge of the study, no doubt probably stained with his drool by now. his knees dug into the soft, green velvet, ass poised up high, being fucked so earnestly by you.

"i'm simply demonstrating my aptitude."

you continue this steady, constant pace, fucking him flat into the sofa while all he can do is sob out such cute, broken little moans and grab helplessly at the plush upholstery.

who knew you kept something like that hidden away, ready to be used like this.

“please, t-too—ah! much. . .”

“hush. no more whining, now, just take it all, mr. scribe.”

you gave a particularly harsh thrust after, punctuating your teasing nickname before setting that harsh pace again.

he felt like he was losing his grip. his normal sensibilities were now nowhere to be found, replaced with the mind-numbing sensation of you filling him up and the urge to beg you for more, more, more.

and he hated it.

“haah. . . stop—ggh! using me you p-please, asshole. . .”

it was just too much. the hand digging into his soft hips, the other that teased his spent cock, the brutal pace of you pounding into his ass, so completely at your mercy.

“fuck. . . g-gonna cum again!” he gasps, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he sees stars cloud the edge of his vision.

your hips still and your hands are suddenly no where. the sensation abruptly dulls, leaving him unsatisfied. but the burning urge remains, twitching helplessly at the loss of stimulation.

“nonono- fuck! why. . .” he huffs sharply, thoroughly pissed off.

his cock throbbed between his legs, laying swollen and neglected against his thigh. he was leaking from the relentless teasing of your hands, only pushed farther by the lewdness of your pressing so deep into him. he was so certain he had nothing left to give but fuck did he want—need to cum again.

“we’ll i’m just a pushover to you, aren’t i? so i did just what i was told.”

you shifted ever so slightly, slipping that much farther out of his hole, al haitham sobbing at the loss of sensation.

“and stopped.”

archons, no. he was so fucking close to the edge. he needed that release. needed to be roughly fucked to completion. needed to call out your name as he came all over his spent body as you used his hole as you pleased.

fuck his pride. he needs you.

"i-i'm sorry" he keens, shame forgotten, instead heaving and writhing before you. "i'm sorry, just please- archons, ggh. . . please just-" he looks up at you above him, lashes decorated with desperate tears, wiggling those divine hips against you as he pitifully, submissively, finally begs-

"fuck me!"

a sinful smirk spread across your face as you reach you forearm around al haitham's neck, pulling him up into a headlock, his body flush with yours. his back arches so sweetly against your form as you harshly thrust yourself back in, all the way to the base. al haitham chokes out a surprised moan, eyes rolling back as he melts, completely surrendering to you.

"glady, mr. scribe."

[scruus]

★ [𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲'𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲]

✎ : power bottom afab Al-Haitham x dom gn amab reader notes: aphrodisiac (in chocolates), dirty talk (very), reader is called daddy, haitham calls himself mommy, overstimulation, mentions of pregnancy(?), creampie, slight degradation, al-haitham being very very slutty

author talks: yea….this happened. Sorry.

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“Okay then, you two lovebirds now have fun~”, Childe’s sheepish grin was the exact reason you adopted the habit of meditation and the path of ‘patience’. Which, by the way, was running at its limit. Not a single giggle or smile was cracked as he continued to humor his own joke and so to save face from further embarrassment, Zhongli dragged him back to their room.

Yanfei picked up her trolley bags, quite easily you noticed, and unlocked the room just opposite yours and Al-Haitham’s. Hu-Tao mumbled something to your boyfriend and his reaction remained the same whatsoever while she was giggling. You two bid goodbyes to the girls as they entered the room whereas you stepped inside your own, setting the bags down on the floor and taking in the room’s wide layout.

The group (mainly Childe) had hastily decided on a quick getaway before university would start and the routine of crying, screaming and chugging down caffeinated drinks till everyone’s body water content changed to dark espresso was to be set in motion. You and al-haitham being the only couple was the target of Childe’s teasing. And it was pure horror when he took the role of booking the hotel rooms without informing anyone. You were sure it would be some love hotel or a shady inn he would put everyone into but what a great surprise it was upon arriving at the place. Cozy, classic and modest.

You stretched your arms and cracked your back, “oof….am like an old granny now”. Haitham plugged both of you guys’ phones to the charger and then skipped to unpacking clothes from the bag like the responsible one in the relationship. “If you just joined me on my early morning walks everyday, you wouldn’t be an old raisin”, you gasped at his response, the cockiness just smoothly rolling from his lips and that gorgeous face of his is so damning you can’t even argue back.

“I am gonna go wash up”, grabbing your clothes from the bag, you threw one last glance at his figure which was hovering over the complimentary snacks counter, before entering the bathroom. They looked a bit different than the usual tea sachets, and chocolates, with the red heart drawn on but you didn’t give them much thought.

That was your biggest mistake.

After getting all clean and smelling like fresh lavender, you decided to take a nap in your bathrobe while Haitham decided to follow after into the washroom. “Honey! Wake me up if we need to go out!”, you shouted from the bed before cozying up inside the warm duvet.

Ah, peace.

With a weird feeling of hotness around your groin and the teasing licks of something wet, you woke up half-asleep from your snooze. Turning your gaze down, you saw Al-Haitham’s lips on your cock. His face looked flushed and the water was still dropping from his wet hair, strands sticking to his forehead.

“H-Haitham?”, you questioned, your voice all groggy yet having the element of surprise. He looked up at you and you felt your breath hitch. His eyes looked different. The composed and intelligent look was now exchanged with that of a hungry desperation. He never once stopped licking your shaft, gliding his tongue up and down while the eye contact was never broken. Plump lips sucking the tip of your thick cock as your nervousness soon drifted to lust.

He took his lips off with a pop yet his hand remained at its place, slowly massaging it up and down while he stared at it breathless. As if he had never seen it before. “W-what are you doing?”, you asked again, slowly. Your hands began to itch. It's like they wanted to force his mouth back on your dick. Make him take it all until his throat bulges. But you wouldn’t do that. You were too nice.

“mmm…I was hungry”, he licked like a kitten at the head, lapping up the pre-cum that was leaking, and it made you clench your jaw. “What?”, you bit your bottom lip trying to stifle a moan. “....was so hungry for daddy’s cock”, he groaned before putting your dick back in his mouth and slurping it up. A choked moan came from you when you heard his words. Daddy?.....DADDY???

Were you dreaming? Was it the end of the world? No, maybe you are still asleep and t-

“Ahmm~’, you whimpered as Haitham suddenly forced your cock inside his throat. You knew it was too big for him that's why you never coerced him to deepthroat you nor did he ever take the initiative, but now? He was whining with your cock stuffed inside him, throat clenching around it as spit dribbled down his chin. Gagging around it like some cockslut with tears welling up in his eyes. “Oh please…I wanted this so bad”, liquid trickled down his chin as he took our cock out all the while moaning in a low whine.

“Honey…wh-whats going on?”, you stretched out your hand and cupped his cheeks, worried that maybe he wasn’t feeling well. He stared at you before nuzzling in your palm, taking a deep whiff of your scent with his eyes closed. Trying to make his body realize your smell and let it wire inside his head. “Fuck….this won’t do”, he stood up on his knees, grumbling. The white bathrobe which was hiding his tanned porcelain body was beginning to shed, a working by his own hands.

“Can you tell me what’s goi-”, your eyes widened in surprise as they trailed down from his face to his cunt the moment the robe dropped down. It was dripping. A swollen clit showing itself off while his inner thighs were coated with slick.

….did he get this wet just by sucking me off?, your face contorted in confusion. Nothing was registering inside your mind.

“hmm…I don’t know”, his voice was soft and low. “I wanted to kiss you all day long”, he looked at you with doe eyes, “but didn’t know how to with everyone present”. His lips slowly formed into a pout, “and…and then I ate that chocolate and…..I felt so hot”, his hands started running down his body as if trying to tell you where it was burning. Chocolates?, you thought. But ho-

You remembered Childe’s winking face and it finally struck you.

Aphrodisiacs. That son of a bitch.

“Ngh~you’re not focusing on me”, he whined like an irate kid, his deep voice suddenly sounding a different pitch. His flushing cheeks now had tears trickling down them just because your eyes had dared to wander away from him. “Nonono Honey!”, you took his hands in yours, oddly happy seeing him like this, “I always focus on you….you’re the only thing I ever see!”. A shy smile popped up on his face and his turquoise eyes sparkled. “Really?”, he asked and you had never nodded so fast in your life. “So then…..do you see how wet this is?”, he pulled his hands back and reached down to his lower part, “do you see that it's so empty and aching so much?”. You gulped, trying to satisfy your parched throat but every inch of your body was hot right now. “I-It really needs your cock inside it”, he mumbled mindlessly, not having any idea about its effect on you.

“Mommy wanted Daddy’s cock all day”, he moaned as he slipped a finger inside his hole, “wanted daddy’s thick cock to stretch this starving cunt out”, his gaze burning a hole into your own as his lips parted open in a soft gasp. Mommy??????

Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod.

Stars. You were seeing literal stars around your room because this was unreal. Your lover, the great al-haitham, who would never beg you for a kiss let alone your cock, who would always judge when you would call him corny nicknames in public is now being filthy?? Is this what aphrodisiacs do? Turn normal people into mindless sluts?

“And now…Mommy has caught daddy”, he suddenly bent down, crawling towards you as his pecs flexed like a pair of tits and you had half a mind to just reach out and grope them. “So daddy will breed mommy like a good cumslut, right?”, his voice was sultry with a hint of patheticness as he positioned himself up.

Your cock was so painfully hard, it was embarrassing. The veins looked like they were about to burst and you were really concerned that it would take you just a second to ejaculate if your lover came anywhere close to your dick. For your boyfriend, it was a different case.

He was looking down at your shaft with hearts in his eyes. Ragged breaths leaving his mouth while a blush crawled up his body. He swiped his tongue across his bottom lip, in an act of devouring you and your member. Your dick was standing erect and if he lowered himself a bit, the tip would be easily rubbing his pussy folds.

And that’s exactly what he did.

He slowly lowered himself, and the moment your dick touched his wet muscles, he hissed, eyelashes fluttering while his body relished the sensation. Trying to push himself down as your crown forced itself inside his hole, it was clearly too big but the burn felt so good. “F-fuck…..you’re so big”, he cried out once your tip finally settled inside his hole but the entirety was still remaining. Your eye looked at his nipples, all perked and red, and you really wished you could suck on them but you had to be the rational one right now.

His whimpers gained decibels as he worked himself open on your cock, trying to take it all. “Ngh~ my tight pussy just can't take you…hah”, his voice, his face, his pussy, everything was driving you insane. “Fuck it”, you growled as the last thread of reason snapped.

Pulling him down on your cock in an instant, Al-haitham screamed your name. His walls clenching around your throbbing dick as sticky fluids dripped out of him. The poor boy had jolts of shock coursing through his body as the orgasm fired up his nerves. He had already come.

“Look at this whore”, you wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled your trembling boyfriend closer, “I put my dick inside you and you cum immediately?”, the ridges of your dick rubbing along his sensitive insides and out came a meek whimper. The shame felt good to him, like it was something that was so natural. It was the way he was whining, the way his body felt limbless and his cunt so full that made him look all the more perfect for you to ruin. Although he was already mindbroken.

Placing your hands on his butt and groping that tender flesh you growled, “you wanted that cunt of yours to be fucked right?”, your eyes burning with lust, “so get ready”. Grabbing his ass, you made him bounce on your cock while your sobbing lover gasped in surprise. “Oughk- yesyesyes s’big kgghh-”, words slurring and his tongue lolling out. He was completely drunk on your cock and it was fucking wonderful.

“Who’s pretty pussy is this?”, you licked his neck aggressively while he just moaned in response. Angry, your hand left its position at its buttcheek to pinch his clit and Haitham almost felt his soul drive out of his body. “Whose is it!”, your voice sounded a lot more stern and demanding now as Haitham babbled, “yours~ s’yours daddy ugh-”. Truly reduced to a brainless nothing.

Haitham’s walls were contorting to the shape of your pulsing member inside and the pain suited him. All warm, wet and aching, as his gummy walls hugged you in a desperate fervor. He had never felt this good before. Oh, how he wished now to be a free use fleshlight of yours so that you could pick him up anytime and fill his pussy until it's gaping, spilling it all out like a pathetic slut who can’t do a single job. A slut who knows nothing except having his daddy’s cock splitting him open and breeding him.

“S-shit haitham you’re so tight”, you croaked because his gummy walls were clenching down on your shaft all the right ways and it felt heavenly. Fat globs of tears rolled on his cheeks as his guttural pleas of “too much!” and “sho good~” sang in your ears. His hand trailed down to his stomach and he felt your dick bulging through it. Giggling he drooled, “daddy shooo huge”, your eyes scanning his unkempt hair and erotic face while he inched closer to you,”I can feel you all up in my tummy”, he whispered mischeviously. Fuck, this man is gonna be the death of you.

His head jerked back and he howled as you angled your thrust at a spot that made him blank. Hips stuttering and nails digging on your shoulders, you knew he was close. “Bab-oh oh, Im gonna cum”, you moaned before nibbling on his neck then moving to kiss his lips. He moaned into your mouth, chasing after it, the ache between his legs and the tingling sensation on his clit told him he was close too. “Close…m’close ngh”, he keened in a high pitched voice as your rhythm turned erratic, faster and more brutal inside him.

“Insideinsideinsi- cum inside pleashee~”, choked whimpers of relentless begging turned your head dizzy and you complied because there was no way you were missing the chance of filling your boyfriend’s pretty pussy up when he was being so cute. Your palm rubbed against his swollen nub while Al-Haitham felt your tip prodding at the entrance of his cervix, good god you were so deep it was turning his brain into mush. He’d end up getting knocked up by you at this point, an idea Al-Haitham was suddenly getting fond of.

And as you came with a low moan, your hand tightly gripping his waist, your lover felt the burning knot in his abdomen finally fall apart. As the feel of your thick, warm cum rushed inside him, he could feel his eyes roll back and his body convulse in your arms due to the shockwaves. Orgasm so shattering, nothing but croaking gasps left his mouth and he was aware of how his pussy was sucking out every last drop of your seed. A ravenous beast.

Carefully settling his head in the crook of your neck, you looked down below at the white ring around the base of your cock and the few trails of fluid dripping down your cock. Oh god, your eyes widened as the realization hit you, oh god he is gonna kill me. The pleasure felt so good you forgot the consequence of going rough on your lover’s cunt, taking him to poundtown like some madman. But dear lord was it so scandalously good. All the more sinful to commit.

While your brain pondered scenarios as to how you would explain stuff to Haitham or maybe firstly go and kill that ginger in his room, a slight hint of pain erupted in your cock. You thought that maybe it was because Haitham was still wrapped around your length, that it was his hole clenching around you, but you were so wrong. The slow grind of his hips as you felt your soft cock turn hard inside him made you realize your incorrect assumption.

“Wh-what-?”, a finger was pressed on your lips as Haitham looked up to face you. “Mommy is still not done yet”, he whispered as you saw the outline of hearts appearing in his eyes again. “I told you right, you need to turn me into a cumslut”, a sly smirk appeared on his lips, “need to breed me until all I can think of is daddy's fat cock messing up my insides”.

“Get to work”, he instructed.

You silently gulped. Oh this is gonna be a long night.

— – — — – —

“Y’all they are really late, should we go by ourselves?”, Yanfei mumbled angrily. The group was waiting for you two to come out of your room but you both had refused to answer any calls or texts and so the rest were huddled in Childe’s room.

Ding!

“Guys, we won’t be able to go out today, Haitham’s a bit sick”, Zhongli read out your message to the group and they all sighed, maybe with the question that how did he even get sick. All except childe.

“Should we go and check up on h-”,asked Zhongli, “No!”, to which Childe’s abrupt reply silenced all. Everyone looked at him, confused.

“This is a different kind of sickness….you guys won’t get it”, he smiled a knowing smirk, something the others innocent minds had no idea about. He urged everyone to get out of the hotel and enjoy the day along the beach with drinks and food. Just like his two friends who were having the time of their lives, rutting into one another.

[woundedoves]

teacher al haitham & kaveh x bottom gn!student reader

tags: teacher student sex, semi public, car sex (kinda)

a/n: sorry for the sloppy format this is literally a word vomit bc i got so horny… erm!

MDNI!

your teacher Al haitham who’s just a little bit too touchy with you, a bit too attentive, his gaze lingers a bit too long than acceptable, who thinks about bending you over and rutting into you slowly while he makes you solve the exam questions a little too much.

he stops you as you reach the gates of your school, says that he forgot to give you your project back to get your irritating friends away so he can have you all to himself. you agree naively and tell your friends to not wait for you as you follow your teacher to his car; are you doing that on purpose? being so gullible, so blind to see how he looks at you?

he’s thankful that he was able to find such a secluded place, only one other car is parked a few slots away. you help him open the trunk of his car and look up at him with confusion; your voice gets caught in your throat as you let out a small gasp when he grasps the hem of your bottoms with one hand and bends you over with another. you flail your arms but its no use, those muscles aren’t for show it turns out.

“be good for me and I’ll make you feel good in return.” he breathes out as you hear his belt being undone, pants unzipping and jumping a bit when his erection hits your plush ass; making him hiss. you want to fight back, say you don’t want this, say that you’ll tell everyone what he did and yet you know that’s not what you want to do. it’s not a coincidence that you look the most ‘cute’ when your english teacher Al haitham has a lecture that day. no coincidence how you basically eye fuck the man while he’s writing something on the board that you don’t care about, you only want to feel those muscles flex and hear him groan while he fucks into you; you feel your ego shoot up as he murmurs about how cute your tight little hole looks just for him.

you whine pathetically as you wiggle your ass subtly as you can, which earns a hiss from him a throb from your own sex. you hide your face in your arms as his hands roam around and squeeze your hips; your voice comes out soft and muffled when you do speak. “I’ll be quiet, I’ll be a good student, sir.” you smirk when you feel his cock throb against your ass and shiver when you feel his finger that’s coated in his own spit slowly enter you. he quickly adds in a second finger as you feel your hole burn so good with the stretch; letting out the most whorish moan as his fingers leave your hole and you feel his tip enter.

you hear him groan as he finally bottoms out, letting out a whimper of your own as he immediately starts bouncing your ass on his cock. you feel your hole tighten with every thrust, his hips slamming into you so fucking harsh it has your legs shaking and moaning his name between shaky breaths. you whine as you feel him slow down, turning your head back to look at him only to see your art teacher Kaveh approaching. panic bubbles in your chest as your eyes widen but Al haitham looks ver nonchalant, as if he was expecting Kaveh…?

“a parking lot al haitham? couldn’t you at least get them inside the car first?” he sighs as he puts his hands on his waist, al haitham doesn’t change his expression one bit as he speaks so nonchalantly: “will whining be more pleasure than cumming down their throat for you? if so be my guest.” kaveh rolls his eyes as he undoes his own belt, “yeah yeah shut up and let me sit on the trunk already.” you think you hear a hmph as al haitham, arm snakes around your tummy and he pulls your upper body up; kaveh now sitting on the trunk where your head was, his cock already out and semi-hard. you know you should say something but fuck kaveh’s cock is so pretty, al haitham’s cock burns so good and you just want to enjoy the fact that you get to fuck the prettiest teachers in your school, okay?

you lick your lips as al haitham releases his hold on your tummy and his hands find your hips again; watching as you stroke the base of kaveh’s cock and enveloping it with your mouth in one go. you hear kaveh whine as he feels you moan around his cock while al haitham starts his brutal pace again. soft whines, grunts and slick sounds of skin against skin are heard as you feel your hole tighten around al haitham’s dick while your nails are digging into kaveh’s thighs as you suck his pretty cock dry. you feel kaveh’s hands on either side of your head to keep it in place as he starts thrusting into your mouth.

your eyes roll back as kaveh breathlessly moans about how warm your mouth and how tight your throat is while you feel al haitham’s pre cum coat your insides as he takes your wrists and pulls them onto your back; steadying himself with one hand as he holds onto them and getting even deeper into your hole, making you feel every inch of that fuckin’ cock that you just knew was big.

“fuck— im gonna cum, im gonna cum down your throat, okay?” you whine around kaveh’s cock as you feel al haitham’s thrusts getting sloppier, his breathing uneven and his nails digging into your wrists.

your whole body goes still and you can feel tears streaming down your face as you finally cum together with both of them; kaveh cumming down your throat with a loud groan as al haitham gives you a few quick thrusts and cums inside, sucking in a breath when he feels your hole tighten around his dick.

kaveh pulls out his cock out of your mouth as he gently holds your face to kiss you, which makes you gasp softly that derails into a whine as al haitham slowly pulls out. they aren’t even done with you yet.

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a few versions because i literally can't decide LMAO

[aha-chuu]

Sorta interesting thing I noticed while reading Kavetham / haiveh fanfiction is that the most popular fanon seems to be that Kaveh is into make-up and has a whole beauty/skincare routine, but -

If you look at their faces, Al Haitham is the one obviously wearing make up? Like he has his peachy eye shadow situation and the same liner Kaveh has. Kaveh does have more pronounced eyelashes (mascara maybe?) but Al Haitham is definitely also wearing some make up, if not more make up.

I sorta like the idea that Kaveh, distractible architect extraordinaire, has the same insomnia I do and so doesn't get out of bed until the last minute before leaving. So he actually never plans time to do complex make up, if any at all, and his hair is stuck with a million clips and no sense of cohesion. His shirt is half unbuttoned cos he literally walked out of the door still pulling it on.

In contrast, Al Haitham has his life (and morning routine) in order, so he has time for a splash of eye shadow in the morning. He's very efficient and bare-bones about it, just a couple of products to look a little more presentable, but it's there. And ofc looking good is important when you're so recognisable.

[cynosfunnyjokes]

Overtime

characters: al haitham and kaveh

genre: smut (please do not read/interact if you’re a minor or uncomfortable with 18+ content.)

warnings: cock warming, smut, rough smut, anal sex, unprotected sex (use condoms please), hand jobs, al haitham is a tad mean, slightly whiny kaveh, top al haitham, bottom kaveh.

summary: kaveh cock warms al haitham while he works <3

word count: 733

notes: i don’t really have much to say here- just getting a feel for their characters so it’s probs ooc. not proof read or edited.

“if you continue to be loud, i’ll stop.” al haitham’s words were ice cold, his gaze still stuck to the paperwork in front of him. how troublesome, he still had stacks left. “you’re going to get us caught.”

kaveh whined quietly, burying his face into the other male’s neck, whispering out a faint, “‘m sorry-“

he sat oh so prettily on al haitham’s lap- the scribe’s cock safely nestled inside of kaveh’s tight ass. it had the architect constantly aroused, hole clenching every so often when he shifted, soft moans leaving his mouth when he did.

he was trying to be quiet.

keyword was “trying”.

“if you keep moving, you won’t get a reward after.” came al haitham’s response after kaveh once again shifted. a soft groan came from the scribe’s throat, hand clenching onto the pen in his hand.

a small whine left the other male’s mouth. he was overstimulated, having been sat there for over an hour now- his own cock was painfully hard, free from his pants and pressing against al haitham’s shirt.

the paperwork seemed endless- and even with no one else in the office at that moment, they were still cautious- not wanting to get caught.

a bit more time passed, the only sounds being the sound of writing and papers moving accompanied by small noises from kaveh every so often.

al haitham gently sat the pen down when the paperwork finally came to an end, his hands gently rubbing up and down the architect’s back. he placed a small kiss to his cheek before quickly shifting positions.

before kaveh could even process it, he was bent over the table, face pressed into the wood while the other male eagerly rubbed his cock along his ass.

“a-ah- ‘haitham!” kaveh whined, hole clenching around nothing as his own cock leaked a little. “please, please-“

he had been waiting for so long- too long. it had felt like forever.

al haitham shushed him, bottoming out into the male under him in one swift move. he bent down, pressing a soft peck to the back of the male’s neck. “you have to be quiet. if you’re not, i’m going to stop. got it?”

not trusting his voice, the other male nodded, biting his bottom lip as he clenched around the scribe’s cock. “p-please-“ he whimpered, trying to keep his voice quiet, “please move-“

and move he did.

al haitham’s pace started slower before becoming fast and brutal- hitting all of the places that had kaveh seeing stars.

“touch yourself.” he growled, hands gripping onto the architect’s hips, the skin turning pink.

with a shaky hand, kaveh reached down, moving to slowly stroke his own cock- the tip already being covered in precum. his hand moved at a steady pace, matching al haitham’s.

he bit his tongue to stop a loud keen from leaving his mouth, his face pressed to the table as he let out little pants.

his hole clenched again as he neared release, his small whines becoming more frequent. his legs were trembling, his body shaking like a leaf in the wind.

but he felt so good.

so, so good.

with a small whine, kaveh came, shooting white ropes onto his stomach and a bit to the floor below.

“you’re going to have to clean that up.” al haitham tutted, his hips snapping faster and faster as he chased release of his own.

when kaveh was worked down from his high, he was once again flipped over, back pressed to the hard wood of the desk.

the scribe took in his fucked-out expression, a soft look on his face as he leaned down to kiss him, cock still fucking his hole.

“‘haitham!” kaveh whimpered, arms wrapping around the other male’s neck. his body was shaking from overstimulation, mind hazed as he clenched unconsciously.

giving a few last thrusts, al haitham came, coating the other male’s insides with ropes of his cum, his lips pressing against the other’s.

they both stopped, pulling away ever so slightly as they both panted.

kaveh looked up at al haitham with a small smile, cheeks coated in a blush as he looked down at where they were still connected.

the mess on the floor was worse.

“we should-“ the architect’s voice cracked, “we should probably clean this up-“

“who said we were done?”

needless to say, kaveh wasn’t able to walk the next day.

[neferrious]

[Kaveh and Al Haitham on the phone together]

Al Haitham: We’re breaking up-

Kaveh: IM PREGNANT.

Al Haitham: I meant the signal is breaking up. Also we are both men, how would you be pregnant??

Kaveh: I panicked…

[sluttingforyou]

Sorry guys the fic is way too long to finish this week it's like only half way there 😭

(The step bro al haitham x male reader fic i mentioned last time)

[sea-sluggish]

Intro Post!

About Me ~ He/Him, 19, sub bottom, in university, environmental and sustainability sciences major, I'm hyper fixated on Honkai Star Rail at the moment and the various men in it that I want to obliterate me.

DNI ~ Bigots, minors, assholes in general.

Fandoms I Write For ~ Genshin Impact and Honkai Star Rail (Sorry, I used to be able to write for more but I've spent less time consuming certain medias/shows and so I don't feel comfortable writing for them anymore.)

What I Prefer To Write ~ Bottom male reader, sub male reader, top male character, dom male character, male character x male reader.

What I Don't Write ~ Female reader/character, top male reader, bottom male character, ftm reader (I'm not trans myself, so I don't want to be disrespectful in anyway until I get better at writing that.)

Requests? ~ People can submit requests but I have no idea if I'll do them or have the time, I have a couple fics I want to do already.

I hope you have a good time here!

[dylan-tp7]

Kaveh: "Now it's my turn!"

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I saved an artwork from Tumblr years ago with exactly this pose. Unfortunately, I don't know the artist. So the idea didn't come from me. But I really wanted to draw Alhaitham like that. I use a lot of references. I'm very bad at coming up with my own great poses. Everything has been seen somewhere before. Think of it as heavy referencing, if you don't like what I'm doing. Then I'm sorry.

Still, I tried to put more effort into artwork again. I haven't been able to use the full potential. That's all my skill allows at the moment. But maybe you like it. Then let me know.

[duskianfae]

I couldn't sleep last night so I made this really quick sketch of Them so I could get rid of the brainworms keeping me awake

[tenderfxck]

just stumbled on your bottom haitham fic & loved it so much ahhh :') your writing's lovely! would you consider writing more bottom haitham? idk if you're alright with bondage, but I love the idea of tying him down and making him take it until he's a brainless mess... no touching allowed, he just has to lie there and be a good boy — should be simple enough for him, right? and yet he'd be such a brat about it <3

ty ; ; writing bottom haitham is my fav past time, and since im officially not in time out from tumblr anymore i can actually do just that.

haitham is no pushover. those muscles are there for a reason, no matter how much he stresses that he's just a "feeble scholar". he has a nasty habit of flipping the dynamic with those powerful arms, outplaying any scheme you may have dreamed up to trap him with the brute strength he happens to boast over you.

you're not sure if it's a small miracle or the folly of his certainty that he can still command you that ended with his hands tied fast to the bed frame. but you'll take these blessings when they're offered to you. besides, that self-assured smirk is taunting you to finally drop all pretenses and show him just exactly who is in charge here.

it started rough, all attempts to order him being met with snark, sharp replies, or just downright refusal. fighting every step of the way, al haitham didn't feel it pertinent to go along quietly.

not until his mouth was full of you, sitting on his face, silencing all of that back-talk you were staring to grow sick of.

he surprisingly still had a good amount of fight left in him afterwards, tugging harshly at his restraints. he had warned that you had better let him go, albeit in such a shaky, fucked-out voice escaping his messed lips.

it seems that shoving two fingers into him really did the trick though.

oh, he was so cute when you finally hit somewhere so sweet. how he arched and moaned so pretty for you as his brain finally shut off, floating off into the pillowy softness of subspace.

al haitham turned into such a good boy then, whimpering at each bit of praise you lavished upon his as he sunk further onto your length, fucking himself so eagerly upon you.

maybe, maybe if he begs good enough, pleads till there's tears escaping the confines of those pretty lashes will you finally remove the ropes from his aching hands.

(but don't tell him that it'll only be so you can hold his wrists as you fuck into him from behind, until he's sobbing and cumming hands free ;9)

[ratking222]

soon

[woundedoves]

requesting alhaitham + no.5!! 😋

al haitham x bottom gn!reader + body worship (NSFW)

a/n: can’t believe i managed to write something soft… waow… also i managed to write quite a bit today so im somewhat proud of myself… kinda…

warnings: none, surprisingly for this blog. just al haitham lovin’ every inch of you babe, you deserve this and more, dont forget <3

a stuttering breath escapes your lips as al haitham sucks on your right niple while pressing and prodding the other with his thumb; watching you with utmost attention, as if he’s trying to etch the sight of you into a core memory, trying to etch the way he fingers your hole into a muscle memory so that he’ll never forget what it feels like to have his other half with him.

he loves the way your chest heaves when his fingers find that sweet spot of yours that makes you a soft mess; curling his fingers and thrusting them harshly to hear you cry out his name. he loves the way your eyes roll back as he works his tongue on your sex while his fingers never stop their assault on your tight hole he loves so fuckin’ much.

fuck, the way your body just melts into his hands when he thrusts his fat cock in that tight warm hole, the way your skin stretches under his fingertips as he squeezes your ass for dear life to control himself and not fuck into you so hard you won’t feel your legs for hours. he loves the way you squeeze his cock, the way you softly moan his name and allow him to set his own pace so that it’s not too overwhelming for him as well.

he loves that you can just feel when he’s reached his limit, even if no one has cum, even if you weren’t satisfied; you softly put your hand on his shoulder and tell him that it’s alright with the softest smile ever, making him his favourite tea for him to relax. on the topic of expressions, he loves seeing that soft smile of yours turn into the sluttiest eye roll as you whine and cry for him to cum inside; loves the way your hole tightens as he cums inside, to milk him of every drop he has.

he loves the way your mouth takes his cock, slowly as your pretty fingers wrap around the base. the way you drool on his cock when his pre-cum leaks, moaning on it, sucking it like its your favourite thing to eat. loves the way your eyes widen when he hold you by your hair, loves the way your eyes close in ecstasy as he uses your mouth like a fleshlight.

loves the way you smile after it all, the way you hug onto his body, the way you whine when he gets you up to shower immediately after the act. loves the way you shiver when the water’s too cold for you, loves the way your lips feel so right against his. loves the softness of your skin when he leaves a kiss on your forehead as you fall asleep in his arms. he loves you whole, even the things you see as ‘flaws’. to him, your body is his home when he’s lost and his comfort when everything gets too much.

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ALHAITHAM in Vultur Volans Chapter, Act I: The Illusions of the Mob

[flseur]

꒰ 𐙚 in for it — genshin men ꒱

⟡ synopsis : how genshin men eat you out, just to keep it brief

⟡ characters : wriothesley, neuvillette, al haitham

⟡ content warning : nsfw ( 18+ ), fem!reader, cunnilingus, face-sitting, fingering, office sex, teasing, praising, squirting

౨ৎ note : been in a writing mood recently and a wriothesley brain rot… sorry if it's shorter than usually, still trying to get used to writing smut but please enjoy ! ૮꒰ ˊᗜˋ ꒱ა

୨୧ WRIOTHESLEY

❥₊ ⊹ wriothesley was… messy when it came to eating pussy. to him, the messier the better. and the more messy you were on his face, the longer he was staying between your thighs.

right now, wriothesley was in bliss. your thighs locked around his head and your sweet cunt in his face, what could be better than this?

"sit down, sweetheart." he commands.

"are you sure? what if i suff-" you were cut off by a squeal, wriothesley's large hands grabbed at your ass, shoving you down on his face completely.

wriothesley licks one thick strip up your pussy, from your hole to your clit before his soft lips wrap around the bud and pleasure shoots up your spine.

"o-oh... oh my god..." you moan, your hands grab at the headboard of the bed tightly, your knuckles turning white. you begin to rock your hips lightly, still nervous about hurting your boyfriend.

until wriothesley pulls away, peeking out between your thighs, looking unimpressed. "if you're going to ride my face, fucking ride it." he demands. "use me, i'm all yours, baby." then he dives back into your pussy, slurping obnoxiously.

you hesitate briefly, then think about his words and begin to truly ride his face and crying out loud. your clit bumps deliciously on his nose and his tongue slithers it’s way into your hole.

your hands soon leave the wooden headboard and makes their way down to wriothesley’s inky locks, pulling at the hair. “ah! so good! mmph!”

he groans into your pussy. your slick and his saliva was everywhere. on his nose, his lips, and it was dripping down his chin. god how he loved you, loves your pussy, your tits, and he loved the way you were riding his face so desperately.

“that’s it… that’s my fucking girl…”

୨୧ NEUVILLETTE

❥₊ ⊹ “you’re a messy little thing, aren’t you?” neuvillette chuckled. you were currently sitting half-naked on the edge of his oak desk in the palais mermonia. just wearing your white blouse, your panties and skirt were discarded and thrown somewhere in the room, your bare pussy was dripping on the wood of the desktop.

"you usually don't tease..." you pout, looking down at your husband though his eyes didn't quite meet yours. instead they were trained on your cunt.

"sorry, love." though it doesn't truly sound like he is. neuvillette lowers to face your bare bottom, his lithe fingers come forward and pull apart the lips of your pussy.

"so beautiful..." he mumbles before his tongue meets your clit then travels down to your hole. his tongue thrusts into you and he tastes your slick on it. "so good..." he groans.

neuvillette then starts to eat you out like he's starved. his movements which are usually precise and calculated are now messy, and erratic. you've never quite felt heaven like this and neuvillette hadn't tasted heaven until the first time he ate you out.

your hands thread themselves in his hair as you moan out loud and they pull his head impossibly closer to your core. "oh! mmf!" and you feel tears begin to cloud your vision.

he didn't care that you were making a mess out of him, and he didn't care about how your arousal was all over his desk or all over his face.

though there is a sudden tightness in his pants, and it becomes more and more obvious to him, neuvillette continues to let you use his mouth. to let you reach that orgasm you oh so deserved because he wanted to be the cause of it.

୨୧ AL HAITHAM

❥₊ ⊹ “tsk… you’re such a distraction…” al haitham feigns annoyance. he brings his hands up to your thighs and pries them apart. "can't even read a book in peace around you, can i?"

"ah! 'm sorry... i just really needed you, al haitham." you mumble looking down your body and the view breathtaking.

al haitham had his head leaning against your left thigh, pressing open mouth kisses that were getting closer and closer to where you needed him most. while his left hand was rubbing lazy circles against your puffy clit.

"i can tell... you're dripping on the couch." he sighs. al haitham likes to act like he's bothered, when in reality he had already read that book more then ten times over for a research paper. he was secretly more than happy to please you, though he won't admit that outright.

al haitham leans down and presses a kiss to your pussy, then his lips wrap around your clit and begins to suck on it. he liked to take his time eating you out, to savour it. to savour you. and that meant not making your cunt a sopping mess until you beg him for it. but he won’t tease you all that much today seeing how badly you needed him.

you moan out, one hand of yours coming up and grabbing your own breast. "t-thank you. love you, love you so much al haitham!" you babble.

"love you too, baby..." he murmurs into your pussy. soon, his long fingers meet where his mouth is pleasuring you and they make their way into your little hole, thrusting in and out.

you swallow back a loud sob, remembering you're not entirely alone in your boyfriend's house, as if the sounds of al haitham eating up all your sloppy pussy has to offer isn't loud enough.

al haitham's fingers were making your head spin along with the way his tongue was moving over your clit. his digits were grazing that sweet spot inside of you and the sound of your hiccups only spur him on more.

"please, please! al haitham 'm gonna cum!" you sob.

"do it." he pulls back for a moment, "cum on my face..." then he dives back into your cunt, his tongue and fingers now working overtime to make you orgasm.

your hips begin to grind against his mouth and your chest heaves. "i-i'm cumming! oh my god!" you cry out as you orgasm, hot flashes of white makes it way across your abdomen and you make a mess everywhere. your arousal covered al haitham's face, his hands and your quivering thighs.

"you're so messy..." al haitham says as he moves up to your face.

"sorry..." you apologize.

"don't." he says sharply, not wanting you to feel bad. his lips then meet yours, and you taste yourself on his tongue. "we're going to do that again and this time, you're going to be louder."

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