#ns-fw | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

loveandleases · 8 months

Text

(I thought it was only fair I start Kinktober off with Cam. Each Ro will be getting kinktober posts so no worries if Cam isn't your pick!)

You barely got the door closed before the bag of groceries slipped from your hand and onto the floor while fumbling for the light switch. The apartment was dark, all the lights off, except for the light glow coming from Cam's doorway. He likely left his computer on again, streaming some old B horror movie no doubt.

After flipping the light on, you bend down picking up the stray groceries that managed to fall out of the brown bag. A pack of Halloween-themed Oreos, something Cam and you had snacked on since you were kids. His, always finding its way into a glass of milk, and yours always ends up licked clean of cream.

If I don't turn his computer off it will be dead by the time he comes home.

It's not a long distance from the kitchen to Cam's room, he was adamant about getting the room closest to the door, "In case someone decides to off us! I'll scream loud enough so you can escape. Doing it for you Red!"

You're just a step away from the door when you realize it's slightly ajar. That is also when you realize the sounds coming from the room. It doesn't register in your head whose voice you hear, whose moans you hear. No, that doesn't sink in until you push the door open ever so gently. Why did you open it so slowly? Were you worried about startling who sits inside?

You can feel your tongue slide along your lips, moistening them before your teeth sink into your lip. Are your ears deceiving you? The sound of skin on skin, the sound of heavy breathing. Cam's voice.

"Fuuck." He groans, as he stares at the photo on his phone.

Your eyes widen, watching as Cam thrusts upward. His hand tightly wrapped around his erect penis, a slight glistening on the tip. You spot the slightest freckle on it, before his hand begins to rub up and down the shaft. His other hand holds his shirt up and out of the way, allowing a view of his toned muscles, that slutty waist you always tease him about. His eyes are staring so intently at the phone, his messy red hair sticking to his forehead.

Cam removes his hand, spitting the slightest bit of saliva onto his palm before sliding over the tip, wetting it. He trails his fingers slowly down the long girthy length, before cupping his balls and groaning deeply. His head tilting back, eyes pressed tightly together.

You can feel the arousal between your legs, no matter how hard you think to look away, there is just something that keeps you from doing so.

Cam begins to grip his erection even tighter, applying more pressure when his palm rubs over the tip. His breathing is hitched, and the sounds coming out of him send a shiver down your spine. You watch as his toes curl slightly, his muscles tightening.

He opens his plump lips, a breathy moan escaping them. "God, I need you." Cam raises up slightly in his chair, thrusting, you can hear the contact of his hand, his balls each thrust he does. Harder than the next. "Red!"

Hearing your nickname come from his lips you gasp loudly, bumping into the door frame. This finally catches his attention, you watch in what should be horror but it's not. As his head jerks to you, his eyes widen in realization. You both stare at one another dumbfounded, but not for long.

Once Cam sees you standing in the doorway, your eyes stare elsewhere, and watch as he tries to cover himself only to see the white substance begin leaking between his fingers.

"I bought Oreos!" It's the only thing from your mouth as Cam stares down to his hand, realizing that what put him over the edge was your very presence. Knowing you were watching.

#loveandleases #love and leases #cam #kinktober #ns-fw #6:09

177 notes · View notes

witch-hazels-musings · 1 year

Text

The Versatility of a Workspace :: Alhaitham

Warning -> 18+ NS-FW! (consensual sex (on a desk - penetration, pulling out), unspecified foreplay (reader receiving), shy/embarrassed reader, brief mention of previous sexual activity (reader), voyeurism (alhaitham watches reader)(friends -> lovers (not established relationship) | it’s been a while, let me know if i missed anything!

Alhaitham X GN Reader | Anthology

There is something incredible about seeing a man focus on his work, and today, when you found yourself staring just a little too long their attention easily shifted.

It felt odd to be in a room alone with him. Not just because he was rarely here in the first place, you knew quite well that Alhaitham didn't work in his office unless he absolutely had to and based on the slight scowl on his face, you assumed he'd gotten into another disagreement with his roommate. Still, the fact that you came here to find the room occupied, and that he'd even suggested you stay and accomplish whatever you'd come in to do was astounding.

Perhaps if you hadn't been too distracted by him you'd have finished earlier and could retreat to alleviate the growing discomfort rising in your stomach.

The way his fingers trailed over the pages of the book, how they curled and tugged at the tender parchment so his focused eyes could drink in every word

The way the light flickered off his face. Gentle, and unimposing as if it too were worried about disturbing him. It enhanced his already sharp features and made you jealous that someone could be so pretty

You adjusted in the chair, shook your head, and wrote -rewrote- the sentence you'd been working on for ten minutes now. With a sigh, you bit your lip hard to focus.

"You're being too loud," his voice called out, making you jump. It was only then you realized you were shaking your leg so much it was making the fabric of your clothes rustle. Considering how quiet the room was, it was easy to hear.

"S-sorry," you replied, stilling your leg.

His fingers ran through the silver locks on his head. They fluttered, falling haphazardly across his face and drawing way too much attention to his lips

His arms stretched, muscles moved under his sheer clothes and you felt your cheeks burn at the sight

You did your best to ignore the tingling annoyance between your legs, the clenching heat in your chest, and any thoughts that consisted of him that, at first, you thought you'd imagined his voice until it came again.

"If you're struggling, just bring your work to me already." An annoyed huff from his side of the room made you grimace. Of course, Alhaitham would never give the time nor desire to the feelings running around your head. You scolded yourself for letting your thoughts run away with you. "Do you not want help?" Flashing your eyes at him, you saw the way he gazed at you from below his bangs. Even if you wanted to, you wondered if you'd be able to stand up at all.

"Okay," you whispered and brought your paperwork to him. Being so close made you stumble but you played it off as best you could. "I'm sure this seems silly to you-"

Did I say that?" He inquired as he took the papers and sprawled them on his desk, his long fingers holding them down the way you wished he'd hold you. A small shake of your head failed at dislodging that thought from your brain. "You're distracted."

"W-What makes you say that?"

"You'd never be this sloppy otherwise." His words were direct as he pointed to an error on the page. Naturally, you leaned in to see what was amiss but when you felt his breath on your neck, you froze.

Swallowing, your breath hitched. You needed space but there wasn't any, especially with his body heat hitting you like a brick wall and his leg absentmindedly brushing against your own. “Ahm --”

"Mmhm, as I thought," he moved the items off his desk, adjusting slightly so you had more room, "sit," he instructed by gesturing to the bare, flat wood of his workspace. He didn't need to say more; you knew what he meant - you weren't that dense.

"B-but-"

"Just do it. It'll be bothersome if you leave right now." Your body itched terribly for attention. Your heart pounded in your chest, your cheeks burned and spread down your neck until it felt like there was a fire in you. It was so hot it almost hurt. In the months you’d known him, he’d never initiated any kind of interest in you. At some point you realized he never would - a man as driven, isolated, and tunnel-versioned toward his own goals would never see past the book in his face long enough to notice how desperately you wanted him. Truthfully, you were happy he allowed you to be this close; so, in all the times you’d been affected by his existence, you vowed to never allowed yourself to be so vulnerable in front of him.

“I - um -” You tried to take a step back but his quick glance held you in place, and when his fingers gripped your chin you knew it was all over.

“Your pupils are dilated, and your breathing is uneven and too quick. Your body temperature has risen significantly since you’ve been here. It’s obvious you aroused,” easily he pulled you toward him, positioned you between the desk and his toned torso. A peek at his chest made you falter and stumble into the heavy workspace now pressing against your back. “It would be faster to tend to this now,” when his hands slid down to your pants, you nearly collapsed on weak knees.

“Wait - wait -” Pushing your hands against him, you attempted to make space in the already limited one you had. He stopped but didn’t remove his hands.

The heat of his touch, the feeling of his fingers just under the hem of your pants, his proximity, it all made your head swim and your heart pound.

“I see. If you’re capable of handling this on your own, I will stand by the door -”

The need building in your stomach willed you to shake your head. “No,” clenching your fists, you squeezed the words from your tight throat. “It’s --”

He sighed, removed one of his hands from your hips, and lifted your chin so you could look at him, “I can’t understand you when you mumble.” When he saw your face you wondered if he’d felt anything at all. Was the step he took toward you a show of interest or just so he could clearly hear what you were to embarrassed to say out loud?

He may have been holding your head up, but he couldn’t force you to look at him, “It’s n-not enough on my own,” you started, knowing full well he wouldn’t grasp what you were saying with such a vague explanation. He needed concrete answers, but were you brave enough to give them? “I-I’ve tried before but it’s not enough. I need ... help.” It was all you could squeeze out. You were certain that no matter the amount of light in the room or the shade of your skin, he could see the vibrant red shift of embarrassment all over your face.

Alhaitham did what was necessary to get you seated on the desk. He made quick work of your pants, ensuring they draped over the back of the chair he no longer needed to use. He lifted you with ease and helped position your body until you were comfortable. Though you assumed he’d get annoyed or exasperated by the number of times you shifted, adjusted, and repositioned, he didn’t - he just waited until you were ready.

“Settled?” he asked when you stilled. A nod brought him closer; you shivered when his fingers grazed your bare skin and let out a shaky breath at the sensation. You’d dreamt of this so many times - or daydreamed, or tried to will your dreams to let you have this once, just once - but now that it was happening, it almost didn’t seem real. “I’ve read my fair share of books on the subject,” Alhaitham hummed as he neared the area of your body screaming for physical contact. His tone, usually direct and blunt seemed softer now, and the contrast brought out a whimper in your throat. “I will start slow.” You nodded but when he finally touched you, you melted.

His movements started slow just as he said. The steady strokes, the way he pressed his thumb against your sensitive skin as he continued his menstruations. It made you wish you had something to hold on to. Instinctually you reached for the loose bits of cloth that hung over the left side of his body.

As your breathing increased, and the moans he pulled from you came more consistently, he began to work harder. You opened your eyes for a second only to see how intently he was watching you - if you weren’t so shy you might have kept them open. Instead, you covered your face with your free hand and hoped you didn’t fall backward.

Something warm slid across your lower back and made you jump slightly. Alhaitham’s voice spread across the back of your palm, his movements, which had been steadily increasing, slowed as if to give you a moment’s rest. “I cannot learn what you like if you hide your face from me,” he explained in his still, unaffected voice. You weren’t sure what was worse, the fact that he didn’t seem altered by what he was doing, or that he was asking you to be even more exposed than you already were. When you tentatively withdrew your hand, he slid his from your back until he reached your elbow. With ease, he maneuvered your arm to rest on his shoulder. “Thank you,” he hummed and picked up the pace again.

At this point, all you could do was hold on. Alhaitham was making you putty in his hands; from the way he held onto you so you wouldn’t fall, his fingers pressing against your back, arm muscles flexing to keep you upright, to the pace he had found that was sending you over the edge - he was in complete control.

You cried out. Head falling backward, rolling to the side to rest on the shoulder that had worked its way free of your shirt. Your chest heaved, nails dug into his clothes, hand slammed onto the desk and hips jutted closer to him as he brought you to your climax.

Out of all the times you’d imagined this, imagined him, you were right to say that doing it on your own was never enough.

Panting, overheating, you listened as your voice eased back to normal. “... sorry,” you finally said after several deep breaths and shakes of your head.

“For?”

“... being so loud ... I didn’t ... I’ve never-” Shaking your head again, you relaxed your grip on his shoulder. You expected him to correct you, or remind you to try to remember next time - next time? - but instead, he laughed, a sound that made you melt even more on his desk.

“It’s a natural reaction,” he reassured you, the sound of a metal buckle ringing in your ears. When you looked down, your heart fluttered at the sight of his fingers working himself free from his pants, the heat he just alleviated from you hit you again like a hot desert wave. Was he really? Was the one thing you’d desperately wanted to do with him finally -- “You should be ready now,” he said, perhaps more to himself than to you as he used your fluids to lubricate himself.

“wh- you’re going to --” Alhaitham pulled you further off the desk and positioned himself to enter you. The tip alone was enough to elicit a moan from your tired throat. You were satisfied enough with what he had already done, to think he would go this far! “Alhai-?”

“I need more time,” he stated matter-of-factly, his voice out-of-character shaky, breath hitching as he began to push into you. He wasn’t huge, but he still stretched you, pushed against your walls as he slid all the way in. You shifted on your thighs and leaned back to give him more access as you exhaled the most sinful moan you’d ever made. It must have been something incredible because the noise that rumbled through his chest set you on fire. “Mmm ...” he hummed, breathing against you as his hands gripped your hips tightly.

The two of you stayed there, still and unmoving for a moment, and took in the feeling of the other. You’d been with others before, but none of them felt like this - none of them made your skin ripple as if a thousand flower petals fell over you in a single moment. You sank into him, around him, and though you were certain he wouldn’t like it, you couldn’t stop yourself from kissing the edge of his lips.

Sharp blue eyes shot your way. They flashed in the yellow light, flickered, searching your face. You were about to apologize when he captured your lips against his in a messy, heated kiss. It was only broken when he started to move in you and you gasped at the resulting sensation.

Alhaitham pressed his forehead against you so hard it made your back muscles shake as you tried to stay upright. Every thrust of his hips into you caused you to cry out. Eventually, you wrapped your arms around his neck just so you wouldn’t fall; the sound of his hands slamming against the wood, the feeling of his shaking fingers digging into your flush, glistening thighs made you wish he would take you in every possible way imaginable.

For months you’d only known the calm, collected, and never impressed Alhaitham wandering through the academy floors - you’d never imagined he could look so disheveled, so desperate, so aroused.

You fell back onto your elbows and the resulting position made him moan, heated breath spreading over your increasingly exposed chest. He stood up, grabbed the underside of your legs and held onto them as he pounded into you. The sight of sweat rolling down his shoulders, across his biceps, the way it clung to the sheer black top he wore. It made you hysterical to see how his abs moved with every thrust. Soon, you couldn’t look anymore as you neared your second organism.

Desperate breaths made your chest rise and fall, your nails peeled back the protective surface of the wooden desk and your head fell toward the unfortunate stacks of books that hadn’t been moved. One final look at Alhaitham’s face was enough to send you over the edge - no one should be that attractive.

“I-I’m --” you tried to communicate but lost the ability. It seemed he was struggling too. His brow creased, eyes narrowed as he dipped his head and tried to breathe through your body’s reaction to him. It didn’t take him long into your own orgasm to come undone. Within seconds, you felt hot streams of cum against your inner thigh as he pulled out just in time.

The two of you were shaking. His arms trembled; whether from overstimulation or your own shaking legs he still held onto, you weren’t sure. Unsteady, but wanting to help him, you pushed yourself up on weak arms so you could slide back onto the slick surface. When you were more stable, he let your legs go, his hands finding refuge on the hot desktop.

So many questions ran through your brain but he interrupted them by speaking first.

“Though I don’t engage in ... tedious emotions,” he panted, hands plastered on either side of you, hair grazing your exposed shoulder, “I also don’t enjoy seeing others in misery ...”

Your throat felt dry, and a bead of sweat rolled down your neck and became lost in the clump of clothes bunched up around your lower back. Somehow, his words made you chuckle in excited hope, “So, you did this for my benefit?”

“Yes.”

“Does that mean ...,” - It can’t right? - “that you ... like me?” Alhaitham didn’t look up but you could tell by the way his fingers curled into fists and the way he flexed against your inner thigh that you’d drawn him out.

“... I never said that ... don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late,” you replied as you lifted his chin with your trembling hand to take in avoiding eyes under furrowed brow, and his rosy cheeks with a hint of pink-tinted ears.

#hazels 18+#18+#ns-fw #genshin smut #genshin 18+#alhaitham smut

626 notes · View notes