#al haitham genshin

[meru90]

some studies for fun

[masuchu]

“𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒” [GENSHIN MEN]

what happens when you gift your boyfriend a rather … provocative photo? ‧₊˚

genre. smut, sending nudes but in teyvat so it’s a polaroid, dragon mentions in neuvillette’s, manhandling, praise, mentions of creampies (wriothesley), degradation in his also, bondage in ayato’s, reader is accused (teasingly) of cheating (kinda) in ayato’s

characters. neuvillette, wriothesley, ayato, al haitham, kaveh

love, masu. guys i need these men so badly . you do not understand i am in disarray . tried so hard to colour my text, this app hates me . also the ‘picture’ is a polaroid cause i hate modern au’s </3

那维莱特 ✦ 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄: A subtly erotic photo; your naked body laying in the bath. The water bubbly and crystalline, showing clearly the outline of your waist and the tone of your body. The soapy water hugged your tits so perfectly, hiding your nipples from view but allowing parts of the plump flesh to be seen.

You had only thought that the picture was pretty, but your lover proved that all things can have varied interpretations.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Well, you certainly know how to rile up the Hydro Dragon, don’t you? As soon as his eyes gazed upon your nude body laying so elegantly in the bathtub, his firm resolve cracked. Only minutely, but it cracked nonetheless. The image was tossed aside somewhere on his desk—he didn’t care where—and soft yet demanding hands fell onto your body.

“You temptress,” Neuvillette muttered, eyes travelling over every inch of your body, “what were you hoping for when you took such an image, hm?”

A giggle left your lips, and you lifted a hand up to his jaw. “I think you know, my dearest Iudex.”

A grunt echoed from him, hands gripping tighter around their current places on your form. At once, you were pulled into his firm chest, and you noticed immediately that it seemed larger than usual. A glance upwards told you that it was not just your imagination.

“Surely, you are smart enough to know not to prod a dragon? If you are not, I would be happy to show you the consequences.”

莱欧斯利 ✦ 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄: Countless strewn sheets of paperwork behind you, your half naked body laying on top. A black set of lingerie hugged you perfectly underneath your regular day shirt, which had clearly been unbuttoned with fervency. Your lipstick has a feature at the top of the polaroid, smeared and messy. An entirely rushed photo, but one that was guaranteed to push your hunky boyfriends buttons.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: “Wow. When you came for our regular tea break today, I was not expecting to receive such a sexy gift.”

You sipped your tea tauntingly, and hummed in response. You knew he would love it.

“I bet you had fun wrecking my desk, huh? Thought one of the Melusines had done it. Nope, just my slut of a girlfriend.”

The name made you tremble. The teacup in your hand began to shake as a result of your newfound lack of resolve, so you placed it down as gently as you were able onto the tray.

“W—who do you think you are speaking to?! You have no right to c—call me that—!”

His lips abruptly smashed onto yours, leaving you with no time to finish your scolding, nor catch your breath. Hands gripped you firmly and picked you up with ease; the kiss did not break once as he strolled over to his desk.

Only when your bottom was placed onto the wood, did he let up. He grinned at your heaving and desperate attempts to gain more oxygen. His resolve infuriated you, how was he not dying right now?!

“Mm, I’m thinking I should fuck you on here now. Try and make another mess. That way I can watch when you clean it all up, bent over with my cum leaking out of you. Looks real pretty in my head…”

Another burst of brattiness stormed through your veins like a tornado, pressing you to fight back against his crude tongue. Your mouth opened in attempt to retaliate, but he only pressed a finger against your lips and teased:

“Ah-ah. No more of that feistiness! You’re much cuter when your a good girl. I can tell you want me, so you’re going to beg for me. I won’t give in until it’s up to my standards, which are high. Feel free to begin, missy~”

神里绫人 ✦ 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄: Baby blue ribbons adorned your silky skin. Skin poured out from over the top of the fabric, pulled taut and carefully tied. The pattern was nothing too extravagant, your thighs tied to one another, your wrists tied in a bow, and a final ribbon around your waist. The photo cut off just before your cute, little pussy—a purposeful tease on your part, a tease that invoked a different reaction than what you had imagined.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: “My, my. What is this, my dear.”

You stood extremely awkwardly in front of your lovers work desk, hands clasped in one another behind your back. The plan seemed so perfect in your head, but now that it was in action— well, the embarrassment was certainly creeping its way up your body.

“D—do you you like it, love?”

A deep, ravenous chuckle reverberated from his throat. His eyes were lidded, hungry, and they took a horribly arousing journey over your body. Top to bottom, no place missed.

“Like it? Mm, I love it. Though, I am wondering how you managed to get yourself into such a pretty pose? Did you get Thoma to help you with the ribbon, hm?”

The accusation was false, but the shock of it caused an eruption of red to fill your face, hands waving up and down in denial.

“W—what? Why would I—?! I assure you he did not!”

Ayato’s sultry gaze morphed into that of hurt and betrayal; unnecessary guilt struck you in your chest.

“You look perfectly guilty to me, my dear. Before you plead innocence, I am willing to make you a deal. If you allow me to tie you up once more and have my way with you, I will forget about your betrayal. Sounds fair, hm?”

You gulped; it was hopeless. “Of course, Sir.”

艾尔海森 ✦ 𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄: A perfectly choreographed photo; from a fleeting glance, it would appear to be a regular picture with an open book draped over your form. However, you knew Al Haitham was much more attentive than that. Your dripping pussy made a imperceptible appearance at the bottom of the polaroid, only just being cut off by the frame. The book was tilted deliberately so that a large amount of one breast was showing, the other remaining hidden by the leather-bound cover. It was a good effort to shock him, though, perhaps shock isn’t the correct word to use.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Al Haitham’s eyes squinted—so imperceptibly that the average person would never notice, but you did. You always did. A few seconds passed with his eyes analysing the picture, before firmly placing it facing down on his desk.

“What is this?” he asked sternly. His countenance seemed to remain composed if you blurred your sight, but slight twitches of his skin and furrowing of his brows gave him away. He was irked and aroused, a dangerous combination.

“It’s a gift! You don’t like it?” The faux innocence radiated off of you with ease; it was your favourite thing to do. Riling up your boyfriend might as well be your job title at this point.

“Hm. No, I don’t like it,” he rolled his eyes at the pout that materialised on your lips, “in fact, I hate it. It is extremely distracting. Attempting to whisk me away from my important work is an offence to the Akademiya, you know?”

Al Haitham’s eyes did one slow, suggestive rake over your body, and the air suddenly felt a lot thicker when they met your own pair of wide eyes.

“I did not mean to distract you….”

“Well, you have. Are you going to finish what you started, or would you prefer a week without cumming? The choice is yours, sweet girl.”

卡维 ✦ 𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄: Arguably the least extravagant out of all these images; it is simply just a photo of you laying gracefully on your shared bed, sheet wrangled and ruffled. You are not nude—no, you wear one of Kaveh’s silky button up shirts. It is far too large, and rides up much too high. Your cunt is on show for the Kamera, and your nipples are hard behind the fabric.

It was taken with no malicious intent, but even you can see how it took a promiscuous turn when you gifted it to your lover.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Kaveh let out a shaky breath, eyes wide and flickering between both you and the photo in his hands.

“Fuck, baby. You are so gorgeous…”

You coyly shuffled from one foot to the other, a subtle heat traversing to your cheek. The arousal of the situation was really hitting you, and clearly, your boyfriend too.

“I took it just after you left this morning… I didn’t mean for it— it wasn’t meant to be so.. lewd, I swear!”

Kaveh took a deep breath of fresh air—a substance which appeared to suddenly be extremely scarce— and pulled you by your hips against him.

“I don’t care, I’m actually grateful. Archons, I’m gonna take this with me on long trips now, you know? I’ll be cumming for you all across Teyvat.”

A tiny yelp left your lips as your needy lover began to nibble your neck, hands lingering around your ass, much too close to your soaking hole.

“K—Kaveh…!”

It had only been a minute or less, but he had already turned you into a panting mess. He removed his head from the crevice of your neck for a moment, and admired the work of purple art he had created along your skin. For no apparent reason, he grinned. He met your eyes with a clear radiation of mischief, before asking shamelessly:

“Wanna recreate the photo? Though, my cum should make an appearance this time. Want the one you gave me, and a dirtier one. What do you say, hm?”

[lovely-rubeum]

affirming word.

your first argument with al haitham is one you are sure you’ll never forget. not because of his piercing words and the cold way he stares back at you, but because of his desperate reassurance. the soft way he held you as apologies were uttered, and the gentle way he cared for every tear you shed.

a/n: waah this is my first fic on this account !! cheers ^^

w/c: ~1.5k

warnings: not proof read (im lazy my bad) mentions of arguments, insecurities. hurt/comfort

al haitham has been in maybe, one relationship before this one, you gather. there’s a certain coarseness to the way he approaches love and being in love with you that bleeds with lack of experience. it is not a slight against him, in fact, you’d consider it the furthest from that. you are honored to have been so cherished by someone who claims to not have time for trivial things. if al haitham is good at one thing, beyond mathematics or research or memorization, it is making you feel like you are not and will never be “trivial” to him. he remembers every date, he recalls every small detail, and he does everything he can, even in his busy schedule to make time for you. because you are the one he chose, and you are beyond his preconceptions about the usefulness and reason for “falling in love,” or other trifling activities.

so, when he calls you just that -- useless and pointless and trivial, it stings. and it stings for more than an hour, after the silence has settled in your shared living space and dinner has gone cold. it stings every time he looks at you, unable to control his cold and calculating frustration. even by the time said frustration is no longer directed at you but at himself for getting caught up -- for the escalation to petty insults rather than progress towards a natural solution. even as you both stand up and say you’re sorry for hurting each other and promise to listen and care. you are still left stinging. you ache all over, even as you lie in bed with him, his warm arms pulling your form close as you both whisper declarations of retreat, compromise, and love. you close your eyes and take in his scent, woody, almost a bit musky and just a twinge reminiscent of a well kept library. you would find solace here, but you cannot help but ache. your eyes sting with salt and self-admonishment as you sleep, feeling as though the two of you are left further apart than you were before.

it’s been several days now. the sounds of the bustling streets and the near silence of the akademia’s halls do nothing to comfort your still stirring heart. you see al haitham every day, you tell him you love him every day (because you do, and you’ll be damned before the aftermath of a finished argument tells you that you do not). he echoes the same, but still you think

trivial? were you nothing but pointless and foolish? did your beloved boyfriend, in times of distress, think of you as the very things he swore not to make you feel you were? it hurts to feel distant from him, but you’re sure he hasn’t noticed. in fact, you think it’s better that he hasn’t noticed. he’s a busy, busy man. and, really, he shouldn't be worried about something as frivolous as the way you feel about a pain that’s passed silently for days. you’ll get over it, because you’ve already talked and you love him and that should be enough.

but you forget, that al haitham, while not a fool, is foolishly in love with you. he is a man that gets what he needs and what he wants and when there are obstacles in his path he devises clear plans to avoid them. the only thing he would readily admit to making mistakes over is you. you and your smile that lights up his entire world, you and the way you care for him and challenge his mind in the most electrifying way. you who holds him as he sinks into the depths of his mind, and you who promises him eternity, irrational as that may be. so when you distance yourself, drowning in your own hurt, al haitham is planning. your wounds are like aching scars on his back. prickling with pain and a reminder of his failing, not to himself, but his failing to provide you with the world as you deserve. he sits in his office, stiff and cautious. what on earth could it be that has sent you away from him? what sort of thorns have coated your heart and how should he cut through them to get to you? 

you don’t think much of it, when you’re called into al haitham’s office today. you expect nothing more than an update about his findings. you’ll walk in, say hello, chat for a time until you realize you’ve veered off course and then you’ll depart with timid “i love you”s and you’ll stare into the silence as you hope for the short moment to lift your heart the way it had before it was wounded. you do not expect to see him staring anxiously at the door as you enter. you do not expect him to run a hand through his pretty gray hair and quietly ask you a question.

“could you lock the door?” you do, but you’re holding your breath. dread floods your veins and you cannot help but feel intimidated as he stands and approaches you. in an attempt to flee from your racing mind and heart, you change the subject.

“hi, dear. did you need something? i should have given you the report from—” you’re silenced by the worried look on his face. it’s a foreign expression, one where his shining, always focused eyes dart around you with a mixture of something like fear and hurt, and one where his built arms hang awkwardly at his sides as he figures out what to say first.

“there’s something wrong,” he starts. your breath hitches and you’re forced to break eye contact. al haitham frowns. “please don’t do that. please look at me.” the plea hurts your chest, but you can’t bring yourself to do just that. you try to wave it off.

“there’s nothing—” but the shake in your voice betrays you. he waits for you to open up. for you to take the first step, because your comfort is his priority, but you can tell with the tension in the air that he will cut through if you do not. al haitham gets what he needs, and what he needs more than life is your happiness. you’re sure of that now, as you look back at his expression, endlessly full of concern for you. you can’t bring yourself to lie anymore. “okay, maybe there is something.”

“may i inquire?” he says it so timidly you’d think he’s another person. you can’t stop yourself from sighing. 

“i just… it’s stupid. i don’t think it’s worth making a big deal. i’ll be over it soon.” the deadpan look on his face says otherwise.

“you have been… apart from your usual self. for longer than three nights. i’m worried about you.” al haitham’s admission is shaking, but resolute. his soothing voice quakes just the slightest bit, but he refuses to back down. you cave at his look, just as you always do.

“i‘m just… still hurt. over what you said, when we argued? i didn’t want you to feel bad since we already moved on from the problem but i keep thinking about it and hearing it in my head. you called me trivial.” al haitham pauses, as if recounting the event. you continue. “i know you probably didn’t mean it, but i can’t help but think that maybe…”

“stop,” he says with a gentleness reserved only for you. he places his hands gently on your shoulders while silently asking for permission in his gaze to pull you close. you nod, and suddenly his hand is patting the back of your head softly, as if you’re the most cherished being in the universe itself.

“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.” you feel your eyes welling up with tears as he holds you close and admits fault. he pulls away slightly, but only to dry your tears with his thumb.

“you are everything to me. and it was only foolish of me to have allowed things to progress to this point. i would move mountains and slay the worst of foes just to see you happy. i have taken away part of your smile, even for a second. and for that i am so sorry.”

there is a tenderness in his eyes. you couldn’t imagine a more beautiful expression if you tried, and it is then that you realize he is not used to wearing this expression. he is clumsy in the way he squeezes you, and although he is intelligent, he is also inept in maintaining his usual aloofness as he reassures you that you will never be a waste of his time. it is then too, that you notice the fear squandering his composure as he promises to love you for what may be the millionth time.

you relax and while you cry in his arms, you allow al haitham’s affirming word into your heart, never to be shaken again.

[kaeddehara]

DIRTY PICTURES AT WORK — NSFW

[ tighnari + cyno + al haitham ]

♱ warnings — cursing + mild nsfw + bondage

♱ notes — minus kaveh :(( ; lowkey rushed because school is kicking my ass right now

| TIGHNARI |

tighnari is almost even on his phone even after working hours. he doesn’t see a need for it but nevertheless still keeps it on him. sometimes he’ll receive messages or emails and chooses to ignore them when he doesn’t even know who they’re from yet. but there are occasions when he does have a break and he’ll look to see if anything is urgent or needs his attention. but when he sees messages from you or specifically pictures, he can’t help but wonder what that could mean. he hastily opens up your messages only a reveal a couple pictures of you on his bed only covered with some very thin fabric he could only assume was a new set of lingerie you’d gotten to wear.

“i know you don’t check your phone much at work so we can have an even better time when you get home <3”

he’s more than happy he’s alone not only so he wouldn’t get caught, but also to cover the obvious blush lining his face. his long, pointed ears are probably flushed at the point too. his eyes scan the images you sent again and he can’t ignore the way his cock is hardening at the sight of your pretty body. he made sure to send you a message quickly complimenting you, already so anxious for your response. he made sure to save those pictures to his phone so he could go get rid of the problem you gave him in the restroom. trying to hard to keep his embarrassing, pathetic sounds to himself while stroking his pretty cock to the sight of you. all the while, he’s mumbling to himself about how he’s gonna treat you when he gets home <3.

| CYNO |

cyno actually doesn’t even use his phone. he won’t look at it unless you or someone else tells him to. chances are, he can’t even work it that well because of how often he’s not on it. so you when decide to send him some pictures of your cute tits only being cupped by a thin piece of fabric with a sweet message about how you miss him, he has no idea about it until you mention it. you’re all excited when he gets home and ask cyno how his day was and all those little questions you always do. it’s only until you ask if he saw the pictures you sent earlier that he gets confused and shakes his head no. you huff in annoyance but the second he goes to check right in front of you, you can’t help but smile at the shock on his face. he scans those pictures and message so hard you’d think he brain had stopped working for a minute or something. it isn’t too long before he throws his phone to the side and pushed you down against the nearest piece of furniture to have his way with you. making sure to cup your pretty tits while humming apologies and also some questions about why you’d send him that during work unless you’re just asking for it.

“you can’t even wait till i’m home is that it? you want me to get hard at work just so i can punish you?”

and you want nothing more than to being just a smile in that moment with cyno pressing his lips right against yours to keep you from responding so he can have you right now and make up for what he missed.

| AL-HAITHAM |

al haitham is always pretty tedious about how he goes about most things. work or just mundane acts he always does with precision and focus. when he does have some downtime however, most of it is actually spent messaging you or responding to emails that he may have gotten while on the job. hes very good about keeping his business personal and too himself and that makes no difference when you send him certain messages. at first, al haitham doesn’t know how to react whatsoever. he’s practically in awe of the dirty messages you sent along with those pictures of you freshly out of the shower in whatever sort of sensual position you want him to see you in.

“keep working hard and you’ll have a reward when you get home <3”

he deeply exhaled and tried to cover the blushing mess that was his face. it wasn’t long before his break was soon over and he had to get back to work. all the while, his mind would not stop thinking and imagining all the things he would do to you when he got home. maybe some punishment was due just because you thought sending him pictures like that when you knew he was working. he decided to respond to your message as to not leave you hanging, waiting for his answer.

“you’d look better with some rope wrapped around those wrists and thighs”

he knew he sounded so serious but also considered how much you enjoyed his serious tone he’d use when he meant something.

“why not show me when you get home kay?”

he had to turn his phone over at all the perverted thoughts filling his mind every second. all because you wanted to send him those pictures in the middle of his working ours WHILE there were others around. you were in for such a harsh punishment when he got home.

[nymphiria]

HOUSEMATES — GENSHIN IMPACT

♱ ∿ feat: KAVEH & ALHAITHAM

༉ — fem!reader, voyeurism, dubcon, rough sex, masturbation, peeping, jealousy, nasty kaveh, breeding kink, insinuation of threesome

a/n: wrote this in one go ♡ unedited

of course he’s not jealous.

why would he have any need to feel jealous? especially of someone so cold and stoic like alhaitham — a virtually friendless person, a walking blizzard. hell, he can count the people in sumeru that like him on one hand. how he tolerates alhaitham is a housemate is a mystery that maybe not even the god of wisdom can solve. it’s a joke to think that a man as princely as kaveh would be envious of the great scribe of the akademiya.

which is why he thinks something must be wrong with you.

the first time that alhaitham brought you to their shared home it was like he saw a ghost. if someone told him earlier in the day that his housemate had a girlfriend, he would’ve laughed in their face. in kaveh’s mind, seeing a dog shoot a bow was more believable than alhaitham coming home with a woman. if the smug look on the scribe’s face said anything at all, it was that he knew exactly what was going through kaveh’s head. what a lucky bastard.

you’re so sweet with him, too. more often than not you’re at their home visiting your boyfriend. it’s adorable how you always come with something in mind; you bring him dinner, deliver extra parchment, or drop by just to spend time with him. kaveh sees how you look up at alhaitham with so much adoration in your eyes when you both think no one’s around to witness your private kisses. even though he doesn’t reciprocate your affections in public, you never seem to waver in your insistence.

even now as alhaitham is brutalizing your pussy, you take all he has to give you and even ask for more.

‘her back must hurt’, kaveh thinks to himself as he peers inside the ajar door. the harsh arch that he has you bent into can’t be comfortable for you; it’s a wonder you’re still breathing with your head being forced into the blankets. as much as alhaitham claims he loves you, it sure wouldn’t look like it from the outside based on how hard he was fucking you. the grip he had on your hips was sure to leave bruises in the morning; your poor scalp probably had it worse with the cruel tugs on your hair.

you weren’t supposed to be here. at this time of day, alhaitham was always at the akademiya or on duty somewhere that kaveh had no interest in knowing about. the scribe was renowned for taking his duties seriously; how would it look if the scholars knew that he was skipping out on work to blow his lovers back out?

his cock strained against his trousers as he watched the scene with eager eyes. it was tempting — you took his friends cock so well that it would’ve been a crime to look away. kaveh drooled at the sound of your soaked pussy being fucked so deliciously but he decided to leave after a few minutes. he’d indulge himself just a little longer then pretend he never saw it happen. but once alhaitham pulled your head up from the bed, he almost wished he kept you there.

kaveh had never seen you look so… debauched. fat tears ran down tour flushed cheeks and ruined the pretty makeup you took your time to put on everyday. god, it was a sight for sore eyes. alhaitham’s cock must’ve been truly something if it could reduce you to such a brainless little thing, just one step above a sex doll. kaveh didn’t know how long he had been stroking his cock in time with alhaitham’s thrusts. he had only taken himself out of his pants for a relief of the pressure, not to pleasure himself. maybe it was the need to get rid of his erection, maybe it was the eroticism of the situation.

or maybe it was the need to imagine how you would feel wrapped around him.

how would you look when he pushed you back into his bed? when he stripped you bare and kissed every inch of your body? absolutely perfect, he bets. you were already so gorgeous when taking alhaitham; you’d be heavenly when his cock slipped inside of you for the first time. unlike his roommate, kaveh would worship your body like the goddess you are. he’d breed your little pussy until you couldn’t hold anymore cum inside of you. even when the milky white drips down your thighs, he’d dutifully clean you up like the loving boyfriend he wanted to be.

yes, boyfriend. alhaitham didn’t deserve to have such a devoted girl by his side, one that didn’t receive the love she craved for outside of the four walls of the bedroom. kaveh would make sure to shower you in gifts and his adoration. once his debt was cleared, he would vow to build a palace more opulent than the palace of alcazarzaray in your honor — a temple as testament to your beauty and grace. your gift would be the crown jewel of sumeru, his magnum opus.

he was so caught up in his daydreams and desire to cum that he didn’t notice the verdant stare being sent his way. even as he watched kaveh stroke himself from the sliver of the doorway, his thrusts never faltered. if it were anyone else, he wouldn’t have care enough to pull his attention away from you. but this wasn’t just anyone else, it was kaveh. archons know he would never pass up on an opportunity to humiliate him.

“if you’re going to get off on this, at least make yourself useful and fill her mouth.”

[alpacitron]

another aggie session with @majunju but this time idol au heheh

[sxmmer-cherry]

❝UH-OH, THERE'S A PROBLEM, BABY!❞

♰ OVERTURE — irresponsibility is a vice. but isn't making mistakes a part of human nature? well, let's say something of the similar nature takes place when you're booking hotels for your vacation get-away; a minor mistake ends up in you booking a love-making hotel instead of a regular, kid-friendly one. how do they react?

♰ FEATURING — all sumeru men.

♰ NOTES — guys help i don't know how to write al haitham but i tried😭suggestive, flirty and spicy like i like it <3 ngl though this is just peak rizz all the way lmao🤭

wanderer retains his analytical gaze from before, going through his mini bag with a slightly pissed off look on his features.

his indifference is so baffling that you're left with the tiniest suspicion that in his quest to find his phone's charger, he hasn't even listened to what you had to say at all. and with the lingering thought you poke the side of his arm, carefully examining his features to ensure you could shut up before the visage of anger overtook.

'did you listen, love?', you call out gently, in a soft voice, voice barely above a whisper and he breaks out of his reverie, looking up at you with a distracted gaze.

'oh, yeah, i did.' he goes back to his bag as he sorts the wires out and nods as he speaks with nonchalance, 'you accidentally booked the wrong hotel? and it's quite expensive so we must stay here for the vacations,'

you are quick to nod, 'yeah, that. i'm really sorry, i should have let you book the hotel and reservations. i really just wanted to help—'

he rolls his eyes with the most amount of nonchalance he had ever mustered before snatching the keys to the room from your hands and quickly opening the door.

he pulls the bags in, and allows you to rest on the bed (and ponder what he about to say next, or rather, what he didn't say at all).

but he is quick to kill your overthinking state, passing you a thoughtful look.

'i mean, we didn't come for a whole vacation for me to not have any fun at all. booking such a hotel...' he looks around with a smirk, before meeting your eyes again, 'is only going to make everything all the more easier, no?'

and in your flustered state, red with embarrassment and looking away with a shy expression, you do not expect it when he pins you to the bed with a sharp push.

'you would have had to keep your mouth shut, wouldn't you, dove? at least you can scream to your heart's content here.'

cyno... has few words to speak. he looks up at you, familiar with the name of the love hotel. when your eyes meet, he almost laughs at the furious blush around your ears and then shakes his head with a sigh.

'a minor mistake, yet a common one indeed.'

'i'm sorry,' you say, voice barely audible against the loud of the hotel's entry.

no doubt—the hotel was more fancy than the imagination could entirely comprehend, and affordable too at that! nothing off the charts, and cyno trusted your sense of aesthetics too. with a swimming pool, luxurious king sized beds, an indoor club and even an indoor arcade of it's own, it was an obvious choice for you.

considering how excited you were back then, on second thought, maybe you shouldn't actually do things when you're too happy; you give yourself a mental note.

when cyno begins slinging the bag on his side and taking the trolley bag, you hold his hand in a hesitant motion; he turns to you with a confused gaze, brows lifted in an investigating gesture.

'let's go somewhere else, please.'

your words are something he has rehearsed in his head thrice, already. and he smiles when he realizes that he was right on point with his intuition. of course you would say that; you were a shy, reserved yet dignified person. you wouldn't have ever gone to a love hotel, even if you actually had that intent.

and when you didn't? god forbid, somebody tries to take you there.

but he sees the way you slightly hesitate, trying not to display your discomfort too much and plead to his softer side, trying to convince him somehow. he smiles at your considerate act before chuckling gently; gaze gentle in it's wake.

'we can go somewhere else if you want to, but wouldn't you say quite a lot of money will go to waste?'

you nodded slowly before sighing, shaking your head at your irresponsible behaviour. time to put on the big girl panties and take the blow of the situations that you put yourself in, you thought to yourself.

cyno, however, develops a more mischievous smile.

'what?' you end up asking him, genuinely confused before he whispers in your ear—

'don't be too sad, lovely. we may enter two, but who knows? perhaps we leave three?'

kaveh coughs slightly, trying not to choke on the water that he is drinking when his gaze scans the insides of the hotel.

you shuffle your feet and idly fixate on the newspaper stand in the distance, pretending as though you did not know what was up.

'but you said you booked a slightly wrong hotel? this is slightly wrong?'

you cleared your throat before shrugging, trying to be nonchalant about it. 'i mean, remove the slightly, i guess then.'

'you guess?' kaveh asks with a baffled look on his features, disbelief washing over his features like a tide. he turns to walk towards the receptionist to take the keys with a roll of his eyes, 'god save mankind from whatever you consider as a huge mistake.'

you click your tongue before trotting behind him shyly, less confident now that you finally began looking around and spotted people who were way more comfortable in their skin than you would ever be.

your gaze scans the swimming pool outside, women and men enjoying the sunshine and the water and each others bodies with more enthusiasm than you could imagine.

it is only when a man winks at you with a suggestive smile on his features that you turn to kaveh abruptly, holding the edge of his shirt with a nervous disposition.

he pockets his keys before turning to you with a confused gaze, 'what is it?'

you gulp slightly, shaking your head. 'nothing, uh, a man was staring at me inappropriately.'

he looks at you up and down before letting his lips shape a lop-sided grin, 'want me to help with that problem?'

'how so?'

'people don't set their eyes on land which clearly says—'no trespassing', darling.'

al haitham looks once at the room, thrice at you and then blinks.

'what's wrong?' he asks, as if he genuinely doesn't know what's wrong. you scoff.

'everything.'

he ends up rolling his eyes before pulling you inside the hotel room, softly clicking the door lock before he followed.

'start arranging the clothes; it's a month long vacation, you don't want to spend the entire time struggling to find that one designer—'

'al haitham, come on, stop pretending as though nothing's wrong. let's just go somewhere else!', you say, voice whiny and brows furrowed in an irritated manner. what do you even call this kind of behaviour? how ignorant could he be?

his hands immediately fold, and he almost reminds you of your mom when she is angry; though you maintain your serious look and stand up to him, nonetheless.

'and what's the problem, princess?'

'well!' you say, in an exaggerated motion, pointing to the entire room—

dim lights that were suggestive of only one thing as they sensually illuminated the silk sheets on the round, king sized bed. rose petals decorated the sheets and three drawers begged for your attention at the side of the bed; you didn't even have to go and open them to know what was in there.

'when my family asks me for photos, you expect me to show this to them?'

he shrugs, 'why would you share pictures of the hotel room, of all things?', then he squints, 'i think the problem lies elsewhere.'

you roll your eyes aggressively, although meaning no offense. 'yes, mr genius; this is a love-hotel, that's why i don't want to stay here.'

he clicks his tongue against the inside of his cheek before shaking his head with a sigh, 'well, what's done is done. not like we're not going to have any intimate moment throughout our trip. this makes it all the more easier for us to—'

al haitham doesn't have to think too hard about your response to his obvious flirtation when a pillow hits him square in the face; although he does end up laughing when he stands back up again to find you hiding in the sheets with the now messed up bed due to your recklessness.

'you're still acting like such a kid,' he speaks, teasing you to get a rise out of you before adding on—

'how are you going to take of our kids, at this rate?'

tighnari maintains neutrality to an extent where you begin doubting if he finds this funny, stupid, anger-invoking or worse—all of that, in the same order.

if ambiguity was a maiden, she had draped her thin veil over his expression and aura, hiding his true feelings on the matter. though you do debate whether you're just overthinking, too. honestly, it's just a bit of a mistake, right? and the hotel's quite pretty too—there should be little problems, right?

wrong.

and a simple glance of the room is enough to enlighten you on the matter.

a massive chandelier hangs from the ceiling, and a mirror is attached to the ceiling wall, making everything visible; added for obvious reasons. next to the bedpost are aphrodisiacs and small, colourful packets about the nature of which you don't have to think much.

tighnari who was walking behind you, ends up peaking over from your shoulder and giving you a curious look.

'what is it? come on in,' and he steps inside, pulling the trolley bag with himself, before he turned back again to look at you when you don't budge from your spot.

he titles his head gently, ears moving with the motion, almost making you swoon. 'why aren't you coming in?' his voice comes to you and you sigh, softly ruffling your hair.

'you don't have to pretend, nari.' you say, gaze scanning his features to search for any change in his expression, only to fail when he showed nothing at all. what a master manipulator.

'pretend about what?'

'that you're okay with this.'

silence.

laughter blooms like a lotus opening under the sun, almost catching you off guard at the intensity and beauty of it. you end up blushing, thoroughly unsure of what he truly meant.

'come on idiot,' he calls to you, pulling you inside the room by your wrist, smile never leaving his features.

'you're confused because you can't understand what i really think?', he asks, gaze twinkling with mischeif.

you nod and his grin widens.

'well, darling dearest, i was just excited to try this out, but i couldn't have showed it, could i?', your blush intensifies at that, eyes widening in surprise before he continued.

'i mean, who knows? maybe we stumble across a secret chapter in our novel of love, no?'

[beelumi]

🌱 when the akademiya's scribe is a thief

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[orbitalmoonrat]

Sumeru boys but they're an idol group... ACKT UP makes a debut 😳

[blueparadis]

❝ NEVER ENOUGH ❞ + ( al-haitham, kaveh )

+. CWs —» f!reader, overstimulation, oral acts, sensory deprivation, cockwarming, unprotected, use of pet-names.

+. PRECIS —» your attempt for a ‘quickie’ fails terribly.

+. NOTES —» al-haitham was in my drafts for quite sometime, I just added KAVEH. Enjoy:>> tap here to browse through my works.

Al-haitham sets the book aside the moment you sit on his lap, hands palming his face to pull him into a kiss before he starts to decline your advances. Surprisingly, there is no resistance today. He has been noticing you lurking in his vicinity for a while now. Now that Kaveh is gone, he can relax his mind. What better way could be there than to have you in his arms and cuddle till he thinks that is enough?

A moan escapes your lips as he unlatches his lips from yours pulling you closer to his body. “Not here . . .”, you whisper feeling his hands slip underneath your dress searching for something, for the hem of your panty deliberately averting your denial. “But...”, Al-haitham bites your ears murmuring, irregular breathing, filled with low grunts, “you. . . started it, baby. . .”

Your breath hitches as his fingers clamp around your waistline. His eyes dilated with surprise. “and how amusing it is that I've got less work to do.”, he muses releasing a sigh, feeling the warmth of your bare cunt as you incline towards him. You tore your gaze away feeling embarrassed since you did not anticipate this. You did not think he would be so willing, so easy, and quick to melt. Maybe he missed you, maybe he missed you more than you missed him.

When you start to drag your body across his thigh, his breath hitches, “s-shit” he rasps. Being your face nestled in the nook of his shoulders, mindlessly grinding on him, your arousal sedimenting on his thigh makes his grip on your hips grow stronger. Your soft moans and palms grasping his broad shoulders don’t make him think straight, making the tightness in his pants unbearable. You whimper at how close you are.

“you’re something else, I swear” al-haitham pants, sliding his book away gripping your waistline firmly he lays you on the table.

“Wha-t’re you— ohhh. fuck.” your jaw drops at the sight. He was stroking his cock roughly. Your feeble protests tremble in your throat, eyes squeezed shut and desperately trying to keep your voice down as he nudges the crown of his cock against your entrance, rubbing up and down, soaking it with your slick.

“St-op te’asing me”, you snicker at him earning his stern gaze. “As.you.wish”, and at every fall of his word he taps the dick-head on your cunt. You try to sit upright but he pushes you down. He quickly scans your features, flushed cheeks, hard nipples: perfect. He thinks you look perfect, perfectly beautiful. Sliding his cock in a single thrust, he watches you wince at the pain.

You arch like a cat, hands curling into fists, vision blurring and he has not even started moving. Al-haitham feels guilty as you try to get used to him, taking his cock all at once. “Does it hurt that badly?”, he enquires carefully making you sit on his lap again. You give him a nod. “Well, then how about you sit pretty like that and I read my book, yea?”.

Al-haitham kisses your temple as you blurt out, “What if anyone comes in?”, he tucks your hair strands behind your ear lobes thinking how naive you are. “Well, we’ll see.” Thanks to Kaveh and his habit of being riled up about al-haitham which makes most people aware that it would not be wise to visit him now.

Kaveh sure likes to tease, fingers ghosting over your belly button, playing with the hem of your panty, and almost letting his fingers slip into it. But today it is different, his fingers are already knuckled deep inside you, soaking your panty with your slick for the third time yet denying you the orgasm, every damn time.

“feels good angel?” he asks, knowing that you are too lost in pleasure to answer. He has your stomach facing the wall, your head rested on his firm chest having his lips graze your ear so that he could be as quiet as possible yet you could hear his every single word, wide as a day.

Kaveh loves to pull your orgasm to the surface, your lips parting with small puffs of whines and whimpers, being so close to your orgasmic high and lost in bliss before he pulls away, smiling when you cry at the loss of orgasm. It is your fault to interrupt him while working. It is your fault when you said you would be quick but made him cancel his next meeting.

It is your fault that he has stopped you from blowing him to teach you a lesson. “shh, don’t be like that” Kaveh cups your cunt with his palm, “don’t I always make you cum?” he chimes, while all you could do is take whatever he gives, however, he deemed fit. He is back on your bundles of aching nerves, rolling his fingers. 

Kaveh rubs his cock against your back, aligining with your entrance, grinding the length—moans erupting from his chest as he utters being in haze, “you make me go crazy, ya’know that ? ” your body starts to ache, thinking of the waves of pleasure to wash over your senses yet masked with the feeling of being deprived of it again.

He is trying to keep his focus all on you, slim slick fingers rubbing again on your clit, sometimes pinching your bud but his cock keeps sporadically pulsating. Your dripping arousal saturating his cock causing his pleasure to rise. He holds his bottom lip in between his teeth, fighting back the urge to push his cock inside of you. You could feel his warm cock grazing your thighs. The feeling almost makes you go dizzy and you try to rock your hips upwards.

“ Oh fuck!—s-shit” Kaveh feels your hips buck up against his hand as he tries not to give in to the approaching orgasm, just not yet. Your head hits his shoulder as you catch up with your breathing while Kaveh quietly blows his load, dripping on the floor, and some of it coating your inner thighs.

You turn around pulling him into a kiss not having him contemplate the situation because he is gonna remember that you lasted longer than he ever could, which would not give you the upper hand. He hums giving in to your kiss while his hand instinctively flies back to your aid, to your begging pussy making you let out a throaty chuckle.

—

@tokyometronetwork

[meru90]

dooodss sadly there was no energy to color

[masuchu]

“𝐒𝐔𝐀 𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀, 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐔𝐒” [AL HAITHAM & KAVEH]

are you supposed to feel bad when al haitham blows your back out, but leaves kaveh with nothing but a sore, aching cock? ‧₊˚

genre. smut, rough sex, bondage (kaveh is tied to a chair), implied punishment for kaveh, al haitham is mean, orgasm denial for kaveh, ig cuckholding too ?? kaveh is being bullied

characters. al haitham & kaveh (intended as poly, but can be read as a regular threesome)

love, masu. i’ve been going feral for these two as a duo recently, they work so perfectly …. anywho !! this was written in like an hour lol, the pussy power came through

“See, Kaveh? This is what happens to good girls. You wouldn’t be in this predicament if you had just behaved to begin with.”

Al Haitham sends another violent thrust of his cock into your sore little cunt, the vibrations of the action expanding throughout your body and numbing your brain so perfectly. His smooth palm pushes at the small of your back in a gentle, yet warning request for you to arch for him. You do— you’re his good girl after all— but the position allows for his cock to penetrate you further and slam into places you didn’t even know existed.

Your eyes wander up to the sobbing blonde less than a metre in front of you. His eyes, red-rimmed from crying, skin chafed from pulling at the rope binding him to the wooden chair at the end of the bed, hair tussled from sweating. But above all else, your gaze lingers on his throbbing cock. It looks painful, as though any longer watching you get you get fucked into insanity would cause him to explode. You aren’t sure about the intricacies, but Al Haitham had implemented some form of elemental binding along his cock, a prevention from cumming. Even if his orgasm came only at the sight of you, he had been bad, and that was that.

Al Haitham must have noticed your gaze flickering above, because he suddenly includes the tortured man into conversation once more.

“When you’re a brat, you don’t get cock. It’s—ngh, simple,” Al Haitham tauntingly taps your cheek with two soiled fingers, pinching meanly when you don’t respond, “Tell him, angel. C’mon, are you really that fucked out?”

“W—when you’re—Agh!”

Oh, he certainly did not make it easier for you. As you begin your sentence, he pulls his length out of you so only the tip remains, taking a moment to admire your red-raw pussy, before maliciously burying himself into your sopping entrance once more.

“When you’re bad—Ngh, you don’ get, mnh, fucked!”

Kaveh looks shattered at your betrayal, believing that you out of both of his partners would take pity on him. He sniffles brokenly, and whimpers through your panties that were shoved into his mouth as a makeshift gag. The sight of his devastation snaps your good girl resolve.

“Kaveh, baby— M’ sorry! Didn’t mean it, please forgive me—Agh!”

A blood-curdling thrust halts your misbehaviour. Al Haitham tuts bitterly, before manhandling your body onto your front. His hand is heavy on the back of your head, even more so as he pushes your face into the sheets. The pace of his thrusts increase tenfold, obscene squelching noises cascading throughout the four walls of the bedroom.

Even with the muffling of the bed bellow you, your lewd moans and whimpers fill the greedy ears of both the man on top of you, and the one being tortured in front of you. Though unable to see him, you can hear his whimpers. Each pornographic slap of skin on skin morphs into unadulterated pleasure that corses through your body like an untameable tide.

“Why are you being kind to him? Did he not fuck you without my permission? Your beautiful face is going to stay in these sheets until you learn wrong from right. For your sake, I do hope you are a fast learner.”

2024 © masuchu , do not repost, reword, plagiarise, take inspiration, translate or share my work anywhere!

[temeyes]

we were really going thru it while in co-op earlier (and by we, i mean mostly me)

[sumeruin]

thinkin about being al haitham’s cute little gf :( kaveh not being able to understand what you, such a pretty, sweet little thing see in the stoic, unromantic man n so al haitham lets him watch while he fucks you until dumb on his cock :( thinkin about al haitham being so so sweet to you after he’s done ruining you n kaveh being surprised he’s capable of being so nice after what he just watched :( angelllll i need him so bad n it’s 5 in the morning help

minor writing smut, dni if uncomfortable!!!

nonnie omg!!! i actually have been planning to write something like this for a while so you sent this at the perfect time <3 also i tried something new with my writing style for these lmk which one we prefer!!! i wrote it like how i write my actual fics just shorter :)

warnings: fem reader, bimbo reader, not really a threesome but kaveh does watch you guys fuck, aftercare, slight dacryphilia and sadism, choking, mentions of drool and spit

kaveh was skeptical, to say the least, when alhaitham told him about you, he’s seen you around the city and he just can’t believe that someone like you is dating someone like alhaitham. you’re just so sweet, and cute, and nice, and if he’s being completely honest, you aren’t exactly the smartest girl out there, and alhaitham is…. well he’s alhaitham. kaveh would’ve thought he’d consider intelligence more when choosing a partner.

he just couldn’t believe it, his roommate, actually managing to find a girlfriend. he was sure something was up. so, when alhaitham so generously offered to let him watch one of your dates he jumped at the chance to finally see what you saw in the cold, unromantic man, not even noticing the small smirk on alhaitham’s lips as he told him about the details.

what he didn’t expect was to see you immediately clinging to haitham once you saw him, holding his arm against your smaller body, looking up at him as if he was the only person in the world while telling him all about your day. kaveh was even more surprised to see haitham nodding along with your talking, actually listening to the pointless stories about how you got your nails done and saw a really pretty dress you were thinking of buying, even adding in his thoughts every once in a while. he was too caught up in his disbelief to see the small glances haitham would send his way every couple minutes.

the rest of the dinner had played out exactly the same, with you acting like haitham had hung the stars for you, him being much kinder than he usually was, and kaveh staring in disbelief. he was even more shocked when haitham invited him to come with you two back to your place, finally noticing the cocky smirk he had been wearing all night and the slightly shy expression on your face.

he accepted the invitation, obviously, and couldn’t believe his eyes at the scene in front of him once you had gotten back. you, pinned down underneath haitham on your bed, completely bare while he had only just barely pulled down his pants, one of his hands wrapped around your neck and the other rubbing hard, unforgiving circles into your clit while he fucked into you.

kaveh couldn’t deny how beautiful you looked though, long, whiny, drawn out moans constantly falling from your lips whenever haitham loosened his grip on your neck enough for them to be heard, the way drool and tears and spit trailed down your chest in an undeniably filthy display of your love, the way you still, despite all the overstimulation and almost sadistic pain alhaitham had been putting you through while he fucked you, looked up at him with such utter devotion in your eyes, as if you were honored to be fucked within an inch of your life by the man.

kaveh watched as haitham’s thrusts into your cunt sped up, watched as he pushed himself all the way in one last time before cumming deep inside of you, and then he watched as he slowly pulled out of you, instantly switching from the aggressive, commanding personality he had been showing just seconds earlier to a softer, sweeter version of himself, wiping your tears away, gently shushing your whimpers and cries with little, quiet coos, wiping down your sweat and cum stained body with a soft washrag and taking care to be extra gentle around your sensitive areas. the change almost gave kaveh whiplash.

at least he finally understands what you see in alhaitham.

[yumenosakiacademy]

The profoundest eternal questions are met only with a boundless and eternal silence.

[hayisins]

silent love ♡

finally . . . a fic featuring the loml : al haitham. this comes from the deepest corners of my mind. enjoy loves ♡ this ones rather tame ♡

contains : public sex, throat fucking, some light degrading, you cry a bit, afab!reader, top!alhaitham ♡

should i make a part two for this fic? :o

you glanced around the room a bit, eyes scanning carefully for the person you were specifically trying to find. your secret partner, al haitham, had called you to meet him at the akademiya. you knew just how important his work was to him, and how little he likes change in his routine, so to be publicly called to his place of work randomly through the day? you were worried to say the least.

currently at the house of daena, you nervously bit at your lip. panic immediately started to set in, knowing that this behaviors' was very out of character for your lover. however almost all of your worries were eased when you felt a large warm hand press to the small of your back. it guided you in a direction, your head peaking back to make sure this hand did in fact belong to al haitham, which it did. his face was stoic and frozen in place - almost as if none of this happened.

being pulled into a sea of book shelves finally you decide to give al haitham's chest a light slap. "are you crazy ?! i thought you were dead." you whine out in a small fit of rage, lips popping out in a pout.

"oh enough whining."

was the only response you got before his hands placed onto your waist, leaning in to capture a few kisses from the pout on your lips. who was this and what had they done with your boyfriend ?? normally, haitham strongly disliked any form of pda as it could sometimes make him uncomfortable, especially around others. so the fact he had you here in the first place . . was astounding.

"are you uh . . feeling okay ?" you ask softly when the gap between the two of you is returned. all he gives in response once again is a small chuckle, then a shrug. before you can even process it his hand is now grabbing yours and placing it down onto his crotch, the fabric of his bulge making contact with your palm.

"are you just blind or is this a dumb little act ? because i've been hard as a rock this whole time."

your jaw drops and your cheeks warm, how could you have missed such a thing ? so that was his reason for calling you here ? why didn't he just come back home, you gladly could've helped him then and there. it still hadn't clicked in your mind that this is what he was planning from the very start. slowly he started to undo your clothing, making sure to leave your pants at your knees and your shirt to where it could be pulled back down should somebody pass by.

here ? you tried to process this event. how on earth was this something that al haitham was currently doing to you ? his hands groping and touching you with a desire driven only by you. the scribe was known for doing his job well . . the same came to you. his eyes didn’t leave your face, watching each little reaction you had and noting it down in the corners of his mind for later when he couldn’t have you like this. to him ? you were the most precious thing in the world.

"you look puzzled . . shocked i would do something like this to you in public ? especially in my place of work ?”

it’s like al haitham could read your mind, nodding as you sheepishly hide into his shoulder as his teal eyes burned holes into your skin. that’s when his hand slowly rubbed at your most intimate parts, causing you to bite down on the skin of his bicep to keep quiet. he was always so good with his hands. fingers spreading you open and examining you with need. a sea of whimpers is all you could provide him as opening your mouth to speak would most likely resolve in a moan of pure delight. your knees felt weak, thighs trembling as he treated you with such care. it would only be fair to return it back ?

you pulled back much to his surprise. haitham cocked an eyebrow at you until you let your knees make contact with the cement floor below you. now he understood. a devilish little smirk poking on the corners of al haitham’s usual deadpan face made your stomach twist into a little knot. his pants were now lowered, showing off his impressive length. you waisted absolutely no time putting your mouth around him, only pushing yourself further when his grunts of delight hit your eardrums.

“that’s it baby . . keep going, fucking — whore . .”

your head spun slightly from the way he spoke to you, bobbing your head in a rhythmic way that made his hands grip tightly at your hair. he mumbled a few more things under his breath, like how pretty you were and how warm your mouth was. all of it was a beautiful sight. his now flushed face with soft lips hung open in desire. his head throwing back to rest against the bookshelf nearby, haitham was close.

almost on cue he took over, fucking your throat nice and hard as right now he didn’t care who heard the lewd sounds of your throat , he didn’t care who saw. all he cared about right now was painting the back of your throat in sticky white arousal. you choked and sputtered despite trying your absolute hardest to stay silent, tears rushing down your cheeks in absolute desire as a hand slipped back down to where al haithams once resided.

it was now that he couldn’t take it anymore. he pressed deep into your mouth so that your head rested flush with his pelvis as he came down your throat, not worried at all how you tried to swallow it all without choking around him. it was cute to see such an effort.

for now he was satisfied . . however seeing your fingers rubbing fast circles on your clit in need? maybe he did need to pound you senseless. maybe . . just maybe.