#bottom alhaitham

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✎ : 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.

[itz-kumori]

Haikaveh Mad Scientist AU! 🧪

[karteinss]

Virgin No More | 04 Alhaitham

Dom! Reader x Sub! Alhaitham

Part 04 of my “Maid cafe” series! (Requests are open!)

Slut shaming, slight feminization (hole being referred to as cunt), bottom/sub Alhaitham, cock can be seen as a strap!

You were an office worker that's nearing their 30s and yet, you were still a virgin.

And you couldn't handle it anymore.

You weren't interested in sex at first but eversince you encountered the maid cafe, you couldn't help wanting more.

Maybe it was because you craved physical touch?

Or you just wanted your cock get stuffed in between a man's tits.

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“Welcome, dear customer!” A familiar orange haired man in a skimpy maid dress exclaimed as you went inside the dimly lit maid cafe.

Ah, it was Ajax.

You politely smiled at Ajax as you sat down on a nearby table.

It was like the last time you were here—

But you weren't here just to get blowjobs or handjobs.

No,

You wanted to have sex.

With who? Well, that's the problem.

Anyone would do, but you can't help but miss the warm pink lips of a certain violet haired man whom you haven't seen for the past month.

His plump pink lips stretching so much from your thick cock, tears streaming down his face because he couldn't fit your humongous cock—

Gods, you missed him, you really did.

But, it was just a “One Night Stand”— So why do you awfully crave him so much?

...

You didn't know.

You wanted him, but you couldn't find him.

So right now, you just wanted to get laid as fast as possible.

To have experience, of course.

It wasn't as if you were hungry to get your dick wet.

.

You looked around the place, trying to see who could catch your attention the most—

And, no one did.

Well, not yet.

You roamed inside the cafe, looking for someone that would fit your standard.

Suddenly, you bumped into a quite soft “something”.

You looked up to see a taller man with a buffer figure—

You bumped into the man's seemingly soft chest

His chest was literally popping out of his tight maid dress, making it quite an erotic view.

You didn't notice how long you were staring at the man's chest when suddenly, the man coughed.

“At least have some decency not to directly look at a stranger's chest, sir.” The grey haired man said, his voice seemed emotionless.

You finally realized how shameless you were as you immediately stepped back, your cheeks and ears pink.

“I-Im sorry!” You quickly apologized for bumping into the quite handsome man (and for looking directly at his manboobs—) which the man just nodded in response.

“Its fine.” He said before continuing, “Are you here for our service or—”

“Your services.” You quickly responded, your eyes looked up to see a better view of the man—

The taller and more buffer man had pale skin, and light turquoise eyes with yellow pupils.

He looked really pretty.

Well, at least you know who you're going to fuck this night.

“I..I'll order you.”

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The grey haired man led you to a room, very different from your previous rooms.

It felt more comfortable now, and had a sensual atmosphere to it...

You let out a soft hum as you sat yourself on the now much more comfortable bed as the grey haired man started to take his underwear off.

“My name's Alhaitham, by the way.” He introduced himself, his maid dress was still there but you could see how his panties werent— He seemed to be ready for your cock

You decided to unzip your pants and release your hardened cock from your boxers, which Alhaitham gulped at its size. He was on his knees as he puts his fingers on the base, he gave your tip a small kitten lick before licking the base up and down.

He looked so pretty, his flustered state and how he's looking so lewd, his eyes looking at yours.

The way his hot tongue was dancing on your cock almost made you cum— You couldn't stand it anymore as you thrusted your cock into his small mouth.

His mouth was small and tight as you let out a groan from the tight heat surrounding your cock.

Alhaitham was taken aback as he tried to moan around your cock.

“mffhh~” is all he could release, your thick length was stretching his oh so beautiful mouth.

Your eyes were of a predator's— you looked as if you were going to eat him.

Well, who wouldn't do that?

He looked so beautiful, his mouth stretched around your fat cock, and all you could do is close your eyes from such pleasure that he was giving you.

He starts to move his tongue up and down, cockwarming your length with ease.

He feels so warm, so tight...everything.

You brought  a hand down to stroke his soft grey hair as he slightly shifts, but that didn't stop him from licking your cock clean. He looks up at you, his turquoise eyes were looking so submissive— you grabbed a patch of his hair as you fucked his mouth.

All he could do was choke on your cock, tears forming in his eyes as he makes audible noises.

“mffh!!!~”

You eventually came with a loud groan.

Both you and him were panting, as you let go of his hair you realized you accidentally came inside of his mouth. You gulped as you wanted to apologize. “i...hey, I..I'm sorry..” You nervously said as you looked at Alhaitham who was barely even processing your words— He instead looked so...out of it.

The sight was very lewd, his mouth was hanging open as your cum was leaking out.

“H-hey, you okay?” You asked, as you caressed his hair which he came back in response.

“y-yeah..I am. No worries” He immediately got up and spat your cum onto a tissue and threw it in the nearby trashbin.

As you were about to lie down and take a break, you were suddenly met with a hand on your cock— it was Alhaitham putting a condom on you.

Oh, right..

“Did..did you do any preparation?” You asked, worried for his wellbeing which the man just scoffed in response. “Dont worry, it's not like you're that big.” And that made your ego shatter.

As Alhaitham placed his hole on top of your already hardened cock, he dropped—

You both let out loud moans but Alhaitham's was especially loud.

“ANH—” He moans loudly, only your tip was inserted in but he already moaned like a slut.

Oh, how exciting.

He was breathing heavily but he decided to push down further.

“Nhh~ mfff....” All he could do was moan like a pretty slut, he was crying from the stretch in his hole. You weren't even fully in yet and he's already crying from your cock. His hole was as delicious as his mouth, the way his hole was tightening every second and how warm it was made you groan.

“agh... Alhaitham..let me fuck you—” You groaned out, you couldn't handle it anymore, you wanted to abuse his tight pink hole.

But Alhaitham refused to, he instead didn't listen to you as he still tries to get used to your length and thickness.

Which you finally snapped, you were embarrassed that he referred to you as "not that big" and now he's going to pay for it.

You Part his cheeks to spread his hole further which he loudly moaned in response, it was so wet and tight that you forced him down on your cock.

Which he screamed—

“ANHHH~! N-Noo..! P-PLEASS~” You bounced him up and down on your cock, and all he does is moan like a cheap whore, needy and begging to be filled with your cum. His manboobs bounced as you bounced him faster and faster, he was making audible noises as you tried to find his prostate.

“N-noohh~ p-pleash...mffhh—” He cries out, your cock was abusing his tight warm hole, the way his mancunt was desperately clinging onto your cock made you let out yet another moan.

“Nghh...— Fuck, you're like a cheap whore, alhaitham...begging to be filled, aren't ya?” You smirked as you said that, you were also struggling to talk because of how tight he was clenching down on your cock.

All Alhaitham could do to respond is with loud sobs, with "no" 's and "I'm not a whore" 's.

You gave alhaitham a gentle kiss on the cheek before you switched positions, it was doggy style now.

He couldn't look at your wide smirk that was on display now, as you fucked him over and over again— His slutty hole was begging to be filled as you held his hips tightly.

His warm walls were clinging onto your cock, as if  it's begging you to ruin his insides.

You fucked him faster and faster, his moans got louder as you degraded him further.

You might be a virgin but you know some knowledge about sex, at least.

Now, you hit a certain spot that made Alhaitham cry out louder than his other moans.

“Oh? What's this, did I hit your prostate, sweetheart?” You smirked as you already knew the answer, you didn't even let him response as you kept moving your hips with his, fucking him in a brutal pace and hitting his prostate with your fat cock over and over again.

If only you could see how slutty his face was, he was indeed a mess.

“P-please~~!!! F-fuck me harder— Nghh~!!” He moans out, drooling saliva like a dumb whore who's thirsty for another man's cock.

“You're so fucking tight right now...it's as if your cunt is begging to be bred by my cock, no?” You leaned in and whispered into his ear, you were panting and nearly out of breath but that didn't stop you from fucking him vigorously.

“Y-yes♡~!!! p-please..make me..your—!!! NGHH P-PLEASE!~~~” He was fucked dumb as you ram up your speed, the sound of skin on skin was heard throughout the room and especially Alhaitham's pretty noises, begging to be filled.

“Please what, my dear?” You asked him, your tone was teasing as you suddenly slowed down your pace which Alhaitham let out a loud whine in response.

“N-noo~ f-fuck me dumb..please..?” He turned to look at you, his face was a mess. His hair and his eyes were puffy from tears, he was a drooling mess and he looked like he had hearts in his eyes.

Oh, how could you ever decline such a sweet request?

Before he knows it, you fucked him like a rabid dog, you were hitting his prostate over and over again as you held a bruising grip on his waist.

“Anh~~ I..I love your cock!!!nhhHHH please..let me..I wanna— NGHH~~!!”

You decided to tease him by pinching his nipples, you were flicking them as you fucked him dumb.

He was a drooling mess, all he could do is moan like a dumb slut.

You finally came with a final thrust, you came... unfortunately not inside of him.

You pulled out with a groan as you took off your condom, Alhaitham's body immediately fell and he seemed to pass out.

Oh, your fun wasn't done just yet.

[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."

[desuke13]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alhaitham/Kaveh (Genshin Impact) Characters: Kaveh (Genshin Impact), Alhaitham (Genshin Impact) Additional Tags: Top Kaveh/Bottom Alhaitham (Genshin Impact), Top Kaveh (Genshin Impact), Bottom Alhaitham (Genshin Impact), Dom/sub, Alternate Canon, dom x dom, Sex, Boys Love - Freeform, Eventual Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Kavetham

Summary: They lived together for a long time, arguing over trifles until both issued Dom’s signals. Everything seems fine, even nobody questions about two opposite Doms sharing the same house. Kaveh and Alhaitham have their own respective jobs and they are doing well. Both of them believed this would lasts forever, anyone could see they really get along despite all those mockery.

Little do they know, two Doms in same place means one has to give in.

“But I wonder. You are still your own person, so what are you going to do?” ---- KaveTham/DomSub Verse/Oneshot

[tarbunli]

Changing my Mind for Love?

archiveofourown.org/works/61112518

[itz-kumori]

Kaveh gets his payback (2/2)

[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)

[nightmareonpeachstreet]

I love this picture for a couple of reasons

for one:

"ladies, is it gay to stare lovingly at your wife?" -Dehya, every hour of every day

and two:

the fact that Kaveh was the one setting the self timer on the kamera but Alhaitham is in the outside position means Alhaitham was canonically saving Kaveh's seat for him. again, very gay behavior.

[desuke13]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alhaitham/Kaveh (Genshin Impact) Characters: Kaveh (Genshin Impact), Alhaitham (Genshin Impact) Additional Tags: Top Kaveh/Bottom Alhaitham (Genshin Impact), Top Kaveh (Genshin Impact), Bottom Alhaitham (Genshin Impact), Sex, Boys Love - Freeform, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Kavetham

Summary: Alhaitham's expression didn't budge in slightest, but silence was a reply. Kaveh frowned as he waited patiently until he let out a sigh. He moved forward and kissed Alhaitham's lips lightly, trying to earn more reaction from his housemate. Alhaitham still won't say anything for a moment, but his appraising stare wouldn't lie.

"…You really wanted to avoid this topic so bad that you choose to have sex with me despite being tired?" ---- KaveTham/Headcanon verse/Oneshot

[iiping]

au where alhaitham is the only one in sumeru who can speak ancient merfolk language so he has to take in kaveh, the last merman whom the akademiya just rescued 🥹

you can read my tiny short fanfic here! (wow it’s been ages since i had the urge to write something!)

[lvnesart]

theyre talking about how theyre both July cancers (Ratio cause I said so)

[cupidkyu]

✦ 「 kinktobe𝘳 day 1 」 !!! ✧

mirror sex/katoptronophilia

male charc,gn reader,p0rn no plot

you felt a part of your waist bruise with how hard he was holding you,you could feel your embarrassment fuel looking at yourself in the mirror,your eyebrows furrowed,drool dripping down your chin.

his other arm over your chest to make sure you don't fall,you could feel him smirk against your neck as he keeps thrusting into you,hitting your sweet spot each time as you moan out his name. you could feel tears welling up in your eyes, he couldn't help but groan in pleasure,your walls squeezing around his length so greedily as you beg for him to keep going,your back arching from the pleasure.

“look at you,baby.” he cooed,his hand grabbing your chin so you can see yourself,how pretty, helpless, and adorable you look. you were struggling to look at yourself in the mirror, at the same time,it felt so arousing knowing he was the one making you so pathetic, eyeing your completely nude body as he kept shoving himself into you. you felt so,so humiliated when you saw his eyes scanning you up and down. what of it, though? you knew you were enjoying the treatment you're getting.

you swallowed a whine, subconsciously bucking your hips up to feel more of him,“m-..more,pleashe-” you'd plead like a prey. you were having a hard time to even form a coherent thought,he raised an eyebrow at your begging, a thrust that was particularly rougher this time almost making you scream.

“more? oh darling, you're so eager.”

blade, boothill,kinich, tighnari, scaramouche, ayato,heizou, gojo, choso,geto, alhaitham,kaeya,your faves

[blitzyn]

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."

[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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Kaveh shouldn’t let that slide (1/2)