alhaitham in a traditional kurta!! thank you clari for reblogging that i have been fed!! only thing i can think ab now is him comin back from an event dressed up in his kurta, pissed bc all he wanted to do was spend time wit u at home, having a lazy evening. but those scholars at the event fueled the flame building up inside him even more so he comes home and fcks u so rough taking all his anger and frustration out on u, not even bothered to take off his beautiful outfit!! ^.^
it’s such a gorgeous piece of art and i am in love with that artist’s style!!! they drew alhaitham so beautifully <33 i also LOVE his earrings in that piece!!! so so so pretty
AH anon!!!!! (*ノωノ) what a sexy idea!! i would be so nervous tho LMAO, i’d be like nooo Daddy your gorgeous outfit!!! what if we ruin it!!! >.< like imagine staining something so beautiful with your messy arousal??? :(( or accidentally damaging the intricate embroidery with your nails??? :(( i think i would cry AHAHA like genuinely!!! alhaitham strikes me as the type to not care much about his clothing, even stunning formal pieces that are closer to works of art than mere articles of clothing, but *i* would be so upset if we wrecked it in any way >.< especially in a moment of fervour and passion where all you can think about is inhaling the other person, with all of your senses sharply honed on them and desperate desire dousing your brain!! because you wouldn’t even notice how rough you’re being until it’s much too late and the damage is done!! that outfit is way way waaay too pretty to fuck in (even if he does look breathtaking in it (*ノωノ)ᵉᵉᵏ)—though whether or not he’d actually listen to us and take our concerns into account is an entirely different story, especially if he’s all riled up from spending an evening with stuffy scholars who think they’re more intelligent and important than they actually are.
anyway :3 bonus points if this is professor alhaitham :3
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idk just thinking about how you burst into your home damn near slamming the door shut, only for toji to stop it with the large palm of his hand before he smoothly walks in behind you. you're on 10 right now, stomping and shouting around the house (while your husband follows like a lost puppy) until you make your way to the kitchen yelling something about how it was "totally unnecessary to punch him" honestly toji didn't even know what the hell you were going on about, i mean he wasn't even listening. he silently convinced himself that it wasn't his fault- no it was definitely yours that he couldn't focus on the sweetness of your voice. i mean he just couldn't stop himself from trailing his eyes down to your ass, sinfully watching from his stance at the doorway as it jiggled with each hard step you took. "you can't keep doing this shit man-" your words go in one ear and out the other, again wasn't his fault, he can't help but think about is how fucking sexy you look right now. lace tussled into a slight mess, lip gloss smeared across your puffy lips because of how much you opened your fat ass mouth out of anger, and that dress ? oh that dress is what gotten you in the situation in the first place, the way it hugged your frame perfectly, mapping out each of your curves in all the right ways. had you not wore it like he told you to he wouldn't have had to beat his boss ass for staring at you a little to long. lashes that had been ripped off are still in his car, sitting prettily right on his dashboard, he couldn't care less in fact he was glad you took em off ecstatic even, toji loved to see you natural, toji thought you were so god damn fine
"what ?"
...did he say that out loud ?
"nothin'" he muffled out "are you even listening? see this the shit i'm talking about-"
toji wanted nothing more than to bend you over the kitchen island and shut your big ass mouth with each deep stroke he gave you, dick hitting deep in that gummy area that always turned you into mush whenever he found it, but alas he didn't, he knew you were angry, just didn't know why. aren't you glad he protected you from the preying eyes of his boss ? did it cost him his job ? maybe.. but it doesn't matter because it was all for you, his lovely wife. "here asshole" toji finally snapped out of his head when he felt you shove something against his chest before walking off. noodles ... you made him-
"a cup of noodles ?" he questioned following you out the kitchen "you didn't eat at the party." the scar on his pretty lips decided to rise. oh how sweet you were, even after being so pissed at his possessiveness you still cared enough to make sure he ate before the night was over but there was still one problem.. "you didn't either" "i'm not hungry." once you reach the bottom of the stairs he stops dead in his tracks "baby- where you going ?" "to bed." no hug ? no kiss goodnight ? no invite ? oh he fucked up.
smut! under the cut (18+)
"now do you forgive me?" voice comes muffled from beneath you as you ride out your nth climax of the night your husband had been sucking and licking into you for hours drawing out orgasm after orgasm. and shit were you ovulating? because you just can't get enough. "fuck" you roll you head back in pleasure riding the sweet sensation of his nose repeatedly brushing against your clit
*smack!*
"i asked you a question mama" you moan loudly at the combination of the nickname and his tongue thrusting in and out of you hitting that special spot each time. "y-yes baby" you grind down to match the rhythm of his tongue as he begins to play with the fat of your ass tugging and gripping tightly, encouraging you to move your hips faster "'m sorry baby, so so sorry" his lips wrap around your rednend clit while he stuffs two fingers into you. at this point you were so overstimulated but you just couldn't stop riding his face even if the world was ending. bringing a hand to his hair you push it back unveiling those gorgeous green eyes. toji looks up making eye contact with you, you begin feeling the tension that was building up about to finally burst (again) "i didn't mean to upset you" he wraps his fore arms around your things getting you to grind down even harder against his perfectly fat nose "i-it's okay toj- fuck you're so deep" "i just don't like when other boys stare at you" he couldn't even bring himself to call his boss a man. a man would never violate a women's privacy like that, basically eye fucking her while she's out with her man. you felt everything, every touch, and god you were so hot, moans were leaving your mouth left and right as you felt him continue sucking, his fingers thrusting into you so desperately as if they were asking for forgiveness too.
this was gonna be a longggg night .
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