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house-of-daena · 8 months

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scholars learning the intricacies of sexuality... pinning dottore down while you're wrecking him because he automatically starts reaching for the nearest clipboard in order to try and take notes on why he's enjoying being destroyed so much. alhaitham having this intense, focused look on his face because he's contemplating the nuances of your dirty talk so you have to fuck all of the thoughts out of his head ^_^

IMAGINE...

[CONTENTS: nsfw, degradation, slight feminization, choking + breath play (a little intense bc it's dottore), blood, sub alhaitham/sub dottore, amab.reader]

ﾟ+*:ꔫ:*﹤"don't look at me like that," you grabbed his chin harshly, raising it up so he'd finally meet your eyes with his teary, lust-filled ones, cheeks squished together in your grip. "are you tryna think? hm?" you ask him, your faces inches apart so that he can feel your hot breath fanning against his lips. his skin tingled, trying to pull his head from your hand and avoid your gaze, pretty red hues unfurling from his cheeks and down his neck.

but you kept his face still, grip almost bruising as you smiled at him, sickeningly sweet that it made his stomach churn, his heart leaping from the anticipation, "aw, baby," you coo, your other hand running through his soft hair, wiping off the sweat that began to form on his forehead, "you know how much i hate that." your velvety voice felt like honey dripping into his ears, a shuddering sigh slipping past alhaitham's lips as his eyes, though stuck in a daze, focused on you.

"wanna figure out how i make you feel so fucking small with just my words? hm?" you laugh mockingly, and alhaitham gulps, his own heartbeat hammering inside his ears as you looked down on him with half-lidded eyes, "wanna know how i make your dick so fucking hard by just calling you a cock addict? a whore? you're so cute, haitham~" he hates the way his pathetic cock jumps at each insult.

"don't even try analyzing my words, it'll be too much for your pretty lil' head." you lightly poke his forehead, his body trembling whenever your tone of voice becomes so patronizing, his hands too shaky to grip onto your shoulders.

then, let go of his face, leaning back with a dark gleam in your eyes. easily, you hooked your hands under his legs and bent his body in half, his ankle resting on your shoulders. alhaitham felt his cock throbbing against his abdomen, oozing precum all over his now-soiled shirt. he was about to turn his head away from you, too humiliated to look at you, when you suddenly plunged your cock deep inside him, eliciting a strangled mix of a gasp and a moan from his throat. your hips snapped back and forth against his ass, loud slapping filling his once silent bedroom.

you didn't give him time to adjust to your cock, his warm walls spasming around your dick and squeezing delightfully at your girth. he throws his head back, eyes rolled back when your cockhead hits his prostate, moaning your name so loudly without a care for anyone who could hear him, only to abruptly stop moving, cock still buried deep inside him.

alhaitham whines, his nails clawing at the meat of your biceps, his eyes focusing back onto your innocent smile, confused why you had stopped. "look away and i'll stop fucking you." you lean back down again, and alhaitham almost screams when your cock slips deeper inside him, biting his bottom lip to suppress any more obscene noises. you chuckle above him, eyes locking, before you start moving inside him again, groaning at the way his slutty hole sucked you in, refusing to ever let you go as you kept thrusting and hitting him again and again on his sensitive spot, making his toes curl.

he tries his best to maintain eye contact with you, but his body burns in utter embarrassment. your eyes were filled with nothing but hungry lust, and sheer mirth at his pitiful display. "i don't want you thinkin'," you purr into his ear, and he hiccups, chest trembling each time he tries to breathe. "you're too dumb f'that, okay?" he nods absentmindedly, eyes blurry from the tears that begun to roll down his red cheeks.

"ya shouldn't be thinkin' too much, just keep looking at me while i fuck into your pussy," alhaitham lets out a sob at those words, heart thumping hard against his ribs as he drools, completely lost to the feeling of your dick absolutely ravishing his insides. he stared back at you, pupils akin to hearts, as he incoherently chanted your name in between his moans. you grin down at him, pressing a kiss on his lips.

"that's it, that's my good, obedient slut."

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

ﾟ+*:ꔫ:*﹤"what do you think you're doing?" you pin his wrist against his desk, tutting as you throw the clipboard he was trying to reach for onto the ground. dottore whines beneath you, his hips wriggling against yours, trying to fuck himself onto you when you've stopped moving. you only gripped onto his hair, raising his head and earning a whorish moan from his bloodied lips. "tryna document how good i'm fucking your hole? is that what you're tryna do?"

dottore kept his lips pressed into a thin line, eyes sharp as he glared at you when you turned his head to look at you. although the subtle shade of red adorning the tips of his head and the back of his neck told you more than enough. you coo at your cute doctor, before letting go of his cyan curls, and your hand trailing down his neck, littered with markings and bruises, courtesy of you.

your fingers wrapped around his pretty neck, nails digging onto his skin and making him gasp from both pleasure and for air. "darling, there's no need for you to write down any notes on how i fuck you." you mutter in his ear, his back beautifully arched whilst you pull out until you were almost out of his hole, before slamming into him without a warning, a garbled cry leaving his lips. your fingers press onto his veins, his throat tightening as he scratches the wooden surface of his desk.

"wanna study how your slutty hole takes in my fat cock so good?" you hit his prostate hard, making him scream and throw his head back, hitting your shoulder, "too bad, you aren't il dottore right now. you're just some cock drunk whore, too dumb for science, too dumb to even talk." archons, your words made chills run down his spine, his cock leaking so much it's formed a puddle of his arousal on the floor.

the noises he's letting out were a crude mix between desperate gulps for air and cries of pure ecstasy, his velvety walls conforming to the shape of your overpowering cock. the corners of his eyes were darkening as you continued to dick him down so good, his head spinning from the lack of air, and the euphoric bliss wracks all throughout his body.

but you loosened the grip on his neck, immediately heaving air inside his lungs greedily, his tears falling onto the desk with silent pitter-patters. you didn't stop fucking him, though, stars forming at the back of his eyes. "you don't need to document something i always do to you." dottore whimpers when your fingers squeezed his throat again, almost cumming from the shocks of pain he felt onto his skin. "but i can't stop your scholarly instincts, no?" you hum with a mischievous lilt in your voice.

"tell me how good i make you feel." you coo, pressing kisses onto his scarred back, and all over his shoulders. "go on, tell me. i know you can do it." you encouraged, condescendingly. it made dottore's dead heart thrum from the thrill, opening his mouth to speak, only to be choked by your hand once again. you laughed at his poor attempt, a humiliated scowl forming on his lips caked with dried blood. "what? too dumb to even talk? am i fucking you too good?" you teased, the moans spilling his lips sounds so utterly debauched when you lift his leg to push in deeper.

dottore tries again, struggling to even form the simplest of words, mind too hazy, and his lips trembled, voice raspy,"m-mhn! shooo good—!" he yelps when you rammed your cock harder and faster inside him, sobbing and shaking from dizzying pleasure. "fffuck! ahn—! feels s'good, i-i can't—"

"louder, slut!" you ordered, your hand reaching down to grab hold of his painfully hard cock, and he rolled his eyes back when you squeezed him, tugging on his length while you continued to abuse his spasming hole.

"p-puh—pleashe! moremoremoremore! it ffeeels— hah! s'fuckin' good!" he slurs out, and you grin as he finally breaks, "fuck me! h-harder! please—shit—! oh a-archons-!"

"good boy," you kiss his cheek, soothing his poor, bruised neck, "now you'll take my dick 'till i'm done, 'kay?"

a/n - this is the only thing i can write for today bc i was pretty busy with other stuff, my bad 😰 i promise to work on the monster fucker series quickly! anyway, bless odetari, lumi athena, kanii, 6rarelyhuman for their songs or else i would never post smut 😭

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karteinss · 10 months

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Sub! Alhaitham x Dom! Reader

02 Desperately Needy

⟩ Slight (?) NSFW/Smut, the cock can be seen as a strap, slight breeding kink

Needy Alhaitham

Alhaitham seems like a cold, professional person but when he's with you— he's really needy.

He wants your touch, wants you to touch his thighs, waist, chest, everywhere.

Even in public, he would secretly lead your hand to caress his thigh.

He looks unfazed but you could see how his thighs were quivering from your hot touch, his cheeks were flushed red.

While you were working, he'd always cock warm you.

Whether it be with his mouth or red puffy hole.

Everytime you get too focused on the book you're reading, he'd always squirm— Trying to make you fuck him.

And it does work, he bounces on your cock while looking like a slut.

“Nghhh~! Y/n...! N-nyaahh~♡ mmfhhh— Hnn..H-harder~!”

His moans were so loud and slutty that you couldn't help fuck his manpussy faster and deeper

You eventually hit his prostate, making his eyes roll back to his skull as he couldn't help but grind against your cock

His cock let squirts out translucent cum

You came inside of his tight and warm hole as he drools all over your lap

“mmf...♡”

His brain was a mush, all he could think about was your thick cock.

One day, you're going to fuck him pregnant.

#dom reader #top reader #alhaitham #sub alhaitham #genshin imagines #genshin impact #gn reader #genshin smut #smut #breeding k1nk

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uplatterme · 1 year

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a/n: i can’t title this. my wip list literally has it as “haitham gets scammed by dori ft. aphrodisiac”

cw: sub!alhaitham, dom!gn!reader | handjob, cockpolishing, usage of aphrodisiac, crying

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“haitham? are you alright?” you ask out of worry, the scribe trembling as he uses the door frame to support himself.

you quickly go to him to help him out, but a slight touch of skin makes you flinch due to how warm he is. although, that doesn’t compare to the noise that abrupts out of his throat.

“dearest?” you question him again, only to get yourself pinned to the wall.

he presses himself on your body, grinding in a soft and slow rhythm. he tears up, muttering quiet apologies as he continues his movement.

“what’s wrong?”

“s-sorry…” he holds onto your body, desperately trying to get himself off. each friction has him tensing up that the more he does it, the more it seems like he’s edging himself rather than getting that release that he wants.

he pants, breathless. you’re unsure if he’s even sane enough to know what he’s doing.

you put your arms around him, helping him out as he continues to fuck himself on your thigh. his legs are unstable, shaking as if there’s an earthquake happening.

��p-please. need to cum…” he cries out, sobbing. his cock aches, outlining itself from the outside of his pants.

next thing alhaitham knows, his back is on the soft cushion of your bed. it didn’t take much work, considering his body is as frail as a historical artifact right now.

alhaitham’s lower half is so wet to the point you’re half-convinced that the man had cum outside before even getting here. his cock is twitching, and as your warm fingers envelop him, alhaitham whimpers, cumming instantly.

“my scribe, what exactly have you gotten yourself into?”

“drank…something—hn!” the scholar finds himself sensitive, too sensitive, no matter how minimal your touches are.

he grips the messed up sheets of the bed, unable to contain how his body reacts. he keeps telling his brain to stop, that it’s embarrassing how he’s spread out like this, under your mercy.

he wants you to stop looking at him as if you’re going to devour him whole like a wild beast…

“more….” he begs.

ah, is there even a point of him lying to himself?

“needy today, aren’t we? you said you had work to do…and now you’re here.” you tease.

“it’s not me…it’s because of that damn wine…” he breathes out, he feels you quickening your face and his body shrivels up into another orgasm.

“really. so why is it that instead of getting the antidote, you come to me instead?”

the pleasure is getting to his head. it’s almost as if you’re inside his brain, knowing exactly what he’s thinking.

“i…” he doesn’t see himself winning, even if he decides to think of something to say.

“using such a thing to your advantage. how irresponsible, my scribe.”

you play with the tip of his cock, your thumb slipping on his slit. he drowns in the sensation, all coherent thoughts leaving him.

he didn’t—he swears that he didn’t plan it to end up like this. he was just tricked by that damn merchant!

why didn’t he go get the antidote?

as your finger continues to polish his cock, his body quivers, wanting to curl up and away from the touch. he’s so close—god, he’s gonna cum. he doesn’t want to—he does—no—yes—please!

your other hand keeps him still, forcing him to endure and to not resist the overwhelming satisfaction that you’re giving him.

you’re going to break him. reduce his mind into nothing but a mindless puddle, nothing that the kind of scholar he proudly presents himself as.

he sobs even harder as he reaches another climax. he hears you laugh.

“you’re fine, my pretty baby. i’ll take such good care of you. don’t worry.”

“o-okay.” he responds with a grin.

#sub genshin impact #sub genshin #dom reader #dom!reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #sub alhaitham #sub!alhaitham #alhaitham x reader

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tuhtofu · 1 year

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couple’s therapy

cw: dom reader, sub kaveh, sub alhaitham, begging, nipple play, anal play, creampies (kinda), masturbation, dacryphilia, slight cbt, teasing, degradation, spitting, kaveh is a mess, alhaitham is a masochist

wc: 1.4k

Summary: Settling couple’s quarrels only requires a little bit of persistence, and a fitting punishment.

You’ve grown tired of their immature fights. They’ve been able to keep their bickering in the house for the most part, but in public? It’s straight up embarrassing, and you’ve had enough of being seen with them in that state.

Is it as embarrassing as being bent over on the bed, cocks dangling in the air and heart shaped butt plugs being shown off to you while they look back, waiting for your help? Perhaps they’re doing it on purpose.

They gasp in unison as you simultaneously pull the plugs out, leftover lube slightly pouring out of their stretched assholes. Kaveh subtly reaches his hand downwards, only managing to give himself a quick stroke before he feels your hand land a harsh smack to his ass, pulling a pained moan out of him as he almost stumbles over.

“Oh, come on!” His eyes look at you, filled with betrayal, and a teasing smirk forms on Alhaitham’s face. You really want to wipe it off.

Beckoning the scribe to his feet, he stands behind Kaveh, looking at you expectedly as you lead his hands to spread Kaveh apart, your finger prodding at his entrance. Kaveh sighs, head falling forward, but his mouth stays shut. He doesn’t like being teased.

“He looks pretty cute like this, doesn’t he? So ready for your cock,” you whisper, hot breath fanning his reddening ear, and he gulps, nodding in response. “It’s a pity that you won’t be having him tonight though.”

There’s nothing he can do but wait anxiously while you order Kaveh to keep himself open and ready and make your way to stand behind Alhaitham.

“Alright, hurry up. Get that filthy thing off.”

Your vulgar words made Alhaitham’s insides hot, but he was visibly disappointed.

“That’s all?”

You didn’t respond, choosing to occupy your mouth with his neck, trailing kisses along the area while your fingers crept up to his chest to flick and pinch his puffy nipples, and his breath hitched in response. His fingers wrapped themselves around his cock, giving it quick, uneven strokes as he leaned his head to the side, giving you more access to his neck.

You continued your attacks on that spot, littering it in bites and hickeys as your playing with his chest didn’t cease, and you could see the way Alhaitham stared at Kaveh’s hole, dick throbbing at the proximity of it. Kaveh only looked back at the two of you, whining impatiently as he felt his hole involuntarily contract at the way your hungry eyes were looking at him down there so intently.

“Haitham… hurry and put it in…” He whimpered loudly, his neediness almost leading Alhaitham to rip himself off of your grip and just fuck him dumb, but he remained in place, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut as he bucked into the tight grip of his fist. He knew very well how bad things would get for him if he didn’t obey.

Your hand trailed down to his balls, squeezing them roughly as the other one grabbed his jaw, shaking his head in place to serve as a warning.

“Keep them open.”

Alhaitham’s eyes immediately shot open and he groaned, his stroking picking up in speed as he was nearing his limit. You kept toying with him while Kaveh was falling into desperation from just sitting there, bent over as you helped his roommate pleasure himself to the sight of him. It drove him crazy, hips moving in rhythm with Alhaitham’s strokes in a pitiful attempt to create some sort of friction out of thin air.

“This isn’t fair! Why am I the only one being punished?!” Kaveh’s voice was trembling, as though he was ready to cry.

No response… Mean.

“Hurry up, whore, we don’t have all day. Aim it right into his needy little hole.” You bit into Alhaitham’s neck, hand slapping his balls, and with that painful stimulation added on top of everything, he rushed to line the tip of his cock into Kaveh’s entrance, crying out as he spilled into him.

Kaveh moaned out loud, legs shaking as he felt ropes of cum fill his walls. You quickly pulled Alhaitham off right before Kaveh could move back to shove him further inside, and it was evident that the poor architect’s eyes began to water due to your constant denials of pleasure.

Alhaitham on the other hand leaned against you, watching with half lidded eyes and panting as your fingers made their way into Kaveh’s hole, pushing his cum further in, and Kaveh’s whole body trembled at the contact.

He could still feel some of the warm load spilling out of him, leaking down the insides of his thighs before your hands got hold of the butt plug and pushed it into his asshole. He was so starved for your touch that the feeling alone was nearly enough to make him cum untouched.

“Alright, your turn, Kaveh.”

Kaveh got up, awkwardly standing by your side while Alhaitham made his way to the bed. Unlike Kaveh, you forced the scribe to lie on his back and hold himself open with his arms under his knees instead, with everything from his tits to his softening cock in plain sight. And Kaveh was eating it up.

Pinning one arm to the side of Alhaitham’s head, he leaned down, already panting as he watched the stupidly handsome face he loves so much look up at him like he was the one who hung the stars in the sky. A most beautiful man, when his mouth is shut.

Your hands squeezing Kaveh’s ass interrupted his train of thought, and he slowly began stroking himself once more, eyes traveling downwards to where Alhaitham was exposed. He could still see traces of cum on his dick from only a few moments ago, and all he wanted was to suck it clean, whining as he voiced his thoughts to you. Alhaitham blushed and looked away, suddenly feeling bashful. However, it didn’t take much for the humiliation to kick in again when you were there to remind the men of their position.

“Y’know, I wonder what’s more embarrassing, milking your cock into this arrogant prick’s hole while your own is filled to the brim with his load…” Your eyes move to Alhaitham, two of your fingers making their way to forcefully open and enter his mouth. “Or just sitting there with a limp dick, spread out like a fifty cent whore while you wait for Kaveh to stuff you?”

Alhaitham gagged on your fingers, drool escaping his lips as he looked into Kaveh’s eyes desperately, while Kaveh only sobbed, removing his hand from the side of Alhaitham’s head and collapsing on his chest as he used it to polish the tip of his dick instead, stroking himself with only the thought of cumming in mind.

“His holes look so empty, don’t they? Since you can’t breed him, you should at least spit in his mouth,” you inquire. Your fingers spread Alhaitham’s mouth open, and you hold Kaveh’s head up, watching as he collects saliva and lets it drip into Alhaitham’s mouth. He swallowed it instantly, opening his mouth for more, but Kaveh was much too desperate to continue teasing Alhaitham, turning to you instead.

“Please, touch me instead! I’m sorry!”

He was sobbing at this point, cheeks stained with tears as his hands let go of his cock entirely to grab Alhaitham’s face and smash his lips into his, plump and glossy with spit. His head was slightly tilted back, still looking into your eyes with a sliver of hope that you’ll forgive him and help out.

And you do. You’re too soft for a pathetic face like his.

So while Kaveh and Alhaitham kiss like dogs in heat, your own hand only engulfs Kaveh’s cock, leaving him to thrust into it while your other hand makes its way to his plug, pushing and pulling it gently to graze Kaveh’s insides until he whimpered into Alhaitham’s mouth, body twitching violently as he emptied his balls, thick globs of cum painting the scribe’s rim and asshole white as his body turned limp, falling on top of his.

With the gray haired man’s help, you pull Kaveh off, and he watches you slip the cum that escaped back into his ass with reddened cheeks and a groan of protest before you slipped his plug back in.

“This should suffice. Be careful not to run your mouths too much today, lest the cum you were so desperately waiting to be stuffed with leaks out mid-fight,” you giggle before leaving the room, preparing to clean up the remaining mess.

#here it is as requested #sub alhaitham #sub kaveh #dom!reader #genshin smut #sub genshin #gn!reader #dom reader #genshin impact smut #sub character #sub!kaveh #sub!alhaitham #gn reader #sub genshin impact #al haitham x reader #kaveh x reader

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cakeboxie · 7 months

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Not enough/Too Much

Kinktober bonus no. 2

Pairing: various Genshin + HSR men/gn dom reader

AN: overstim hcs <3

Kinktober Masterlist

Diluc whines and squirms. He begs you to let him rest as you force another orgasm out of him.

Kaeya smirks despite the deep blush on his cheeks, but falls apart if you call his bluff and stop.

Zhongli growls non threateningly as he ruts into your hands.

Childe moans like a bitch in heat and will challenge you get you to keep going. He wants you to break him just as much as you want to see him broken.

Thoma whines and begs but won’t complain if you praise him enough.

Itto wails and clings to you. Begs you to stop if you keep going and begs you for more if you stop

Kaveh cries and begs for you to just fuck him already.

Alhaitham takes a long time to get reactive but once you break him down he’s needy and begging for more.

Neuvillette cries and begs you to stop, but with the way he’s trying to hump your hand he’s probably bluffing.

Wriothesley begs for more and will cum immediately if you call him a good boy.

Welt Yang can’t even get words out, but his legs shake as he desperately ruts against your hand.

Gepard whines and cries and is overall noisy. But doesn’t ask you for more or to stop.

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hellsslibrary · 1 year

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⁺˚*･༓☾When you open a book, you start to see interesting events, but I would prefer to open you.☽༓･*˚⁺

#a/n!! : sorry, lol...

DNI: Minors(You will be blocked, kittens).

!! Warnings: play with breasts, sex without preparation, pet names, riding, praise, teasing, the reader talks on... very interesting topics, yeah.

A sigh leaves your mouth when you put down the next book you read on the table in front of you. Your back is reclining on the soft back of the huge chair of your boyfriend, who holds the post of temporary Grand Sage of the University of Sumeru. You sigh softly once more, shifting your gaze to the right, watching his figure choosing some book.

"Haitham, honey, I'm bored... " he takes a quick look at you and just shakes his head.

"You agreed to help me with my work today," he replies, to which you just snort.

"That's right, that I came to help YOU with WORK, and not to read the 7th book in a few hours. Is this the work of the Grand Sage? Judging by your judgments, it was more difficult," you reflect, and he comes to a chair with a book.

"I just don't have much work today, today is the first day of the month," he replies. - "Now stop being a child and get off the chair."

You just smile at him and tap your laps. He sighs in despair, but sits down. Then he fidgets for a few seconds, trying to get comfortable, and then leans back on your chest, opening the book and starting to read it.

Your hands, in a completely non-sexual sense, slide over his knees, rising higher, outlining every inch of his thigh muscles. He fleetingly looks down at your hands, but immediately returns to reading, although he was well aware that in a few minutes he would obviously not be doing it.

You start kissing and slightly biting his bare neck, now without the wire from the headphones, because he takes them off with you. He sighs fitfully and a barely noticeable blush appears on his cheeks when you touch a particularly sensitive part of his neck.

"[Your name], what are you, uh, doing?" - he asks quietly, trying to focus on the text that is blurring in front of him.

"Well, Haitham, I've read most of the books that are here," you finally get to his cherished place and grab him there, feeling that he is already a little harder.

"Is there really not a single interesting book that can interest you?" - he asks defiantly, looking back at you a little.

"Mmm, no. I'd rather open you than a book... Now," you grin, and he just grunts.

He puts the book down and then turns over to sit facing yours. His hands rest on your shoulders, wrapping around them and around your neck, pulling you closer. You can feel his warm breath when he looks into your eyes.

They scan you until his breathing becomes ragged, when you begin fleeting movements of your hips against his. He slightly digs into the fabric of your jacket, squeezing it between his fingers, burying himself in your shoulder. He moans when he feels your semi-hard cock rubbing against his.

Goosebumps run down your back when he exhales into your neck, blowing hot air over it.

"Stop teasing, damn it..." - he whispers, already pulling off his upper part of his clothes.

You just laugh, but slightly push his figure away from you and also begin to undress. He jumps off your lap when he takes off his clothes from above completely and starts taking off his boots and trousers with underwear.

Your gaze slowly glides over his toned figure while you fumble with the belt of your trousers. Over his beautiful chest tits, his arms, a relief torso, a v-shaped line, going down to his hard cock and legs slightly shaking with anticipation.

You pull down your trousers and immediately pull the elastic band of your underwear down, pulling off both items, and throwing them somewhere behind your back. He immediately sits back down with impatience, wrapping his arms around your neck and pulling your head into a dirty kiss full of only teeth, saliva and tongues.

He lifts himself up on your knees, your dick is slides between his buttocks, which makes you slightly move away with a slight groan of incomprehension.

"Wait, Haitham, without preparation?" - you ask, although you understand him, you would also like to fuck him right like that, but his comfort is the first thing.

"Yes, it's just... Just please, come on already, put it in," he whispers, pulling you to him one more time.

You take him by the hips and guide him to your cock, and then slowly insert your dick into him while he puts his head on your shoulder and hisses with pain and stretching. You slowly start rubbing his back when he takes you completely, and with the other you stroke his nipple, making him whine very softly.

His fingers press harder into your flesh, leaving red marks there that will later become scratches. You can feel his eyelashes fluttering on your skin, feeling how this place is getting slightly wet from impending tears.

"Move," he says, swinging his hips very easily from left to right.

You take his hips with one hand, and you still hold the other on his chest. You start guiding him along your dick and his body starts jumping up and down.

A slapping sound fills the room after a few minutes when the ash-haired man himself starts jumping on you while your hands just lie on his chest, stroking it, making him moan. Your hands gently slide over his body, briefly squeezing his chest or waist.

And then they go lower.

"Alhaitham, have I ever told you what a juicy figure you have?" - you ask, squeezing his ass, pulling the moo out of him.

"You tell me that, oh shit, every time we have sex, you know? Mghm..." - he throws his head back when he feels a quick climax.

"Do you want to cum, handsome?" - he actively nodded his head when his jumps became inaccurate and not smooth. - "Then cum like a good boy, huh? "

Well, well, he doesn't need to be told twice. The moan of your name escapes from his chest when he comes, covering your and his breasts with white threads. He takes a few more jumps, experiencing his high, and then settles down, putting his head on your shoulder.

"Wait a second..." - you nod, squeezing his ass and humming thoughtfully.

"But this time I really thought seriously. Which is better your ass or tits? That is, what I can say and that is just excellent to the touch, I can squeeze and push them apart, and also fuck ..." - you sigh in disappointment.

"What an idiot you are sometimes... Even worse than Kaveh."

"Did he ever ask the same questions?" - you ask as your hands slide over his body. - "But okay, now I guess we'll figure out which is better."

"How?" - he asks, no longer foreshadowing anything good, hearing your playful tone.

He gasps in surprise when you put him on the table and hover over him.

"I'll see what makes you more sensitive. When I fuck you or play with your breasts, that's what we'll find out, " - you start your movements again, this time lowering your head on his chest, and he just whines in resignation, foreshadowing a long sex session.

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yaespook · 6 months

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✧ Room Content: Dom! Top! GN! AMAB! Incubus! Reader x Sub! Switch! Priest! Kaveh x Sub! Bottom! Incubus! Alhaitham, mostly focused on Kaveh, threesome, sacrilegious themes (Catholicism), worshipping and blasphemy, inexperienced virgin Kaveh, Kaveh has religious guilt regarding masturbating/sex, Kaveh wears a clerical collar, handjob (reader receiving), frotting (Alhaitham with Kaveh), vague incubus powers (entering dreams and binding tattoos). Leave a note if anything was missed out. ✧ Retrieved Notes: [The head of the fortune cat appears on the front desk.]

It started out quite innocently in Kaveh’s mind really.

It was another early morning Sunday mass. The same old kind where it was mostly just grandparents attending, when the warm sunlight hasn’t quite fully peeked through the clouds yet. The lights in the church weren’t all on either because only the front few pews were occupied anyway, dousing the environment in a cold sort of blueish grey.

For Father Kaveh, the processes were all the same. The same parishioners, the same blue-greyness, the same prayers. It was always the same and it has always been for a while now.

But today was different. During his homily, he caught a glimpse of two unfamiliar faces sitting amongst the congregation in the wooden pews of the church. It’s hard not to notice such a charming presence intently listening in on the homily he had prepared in a crowd of churchgoers who looked half asleep.

(He would be lying if he said that the both of you weren't attractive too. Unfortunately, lying is definitely a sin. Hence, he simply admits it in his mind and files it away in a mental archive for… further reflection when he has the time. Ugh, it’d be better if that man next to you put down the book he was reading.)

If he injected a little more pep into his homily after you piqued his interest, then no one but God has to know.

However, he's later promptly caught off guard when the two of you were the first ones to approach him after mass for a chat. Kaveh’s never one to turn down an opportunity to get to know and welcome new parishioners so of course he enthusiastically grasped at the chance to talk to the both of you.

Sparing a subtle glance up and down, he drinks in the sight before him. You were both dressed impeccably, not a single hair out of place, sinfully glamourous. But Kaveh knows better than to ogle so he tears his gaze away and instead focuses on making conversation instead.

“A blessed morning to the both of you! I don't think I've ever seen you two in the early morning congregation before, I am Father Kaveh, the priest of this parish.”

He extends a hand for a handshake, first towards you, which you grasp firmly. When you make contact with him, Kaveh is slightly taken aback at the heightened warmth of your touch on his skin.

“Sorry, I’ve been told I run hotter than most, but it’s a pleasure to meet you, Father Kaveh,” your voice is smooth and pleasing to the ear, a shake snaking its way down his spine when you say your own name. Silently, he repeats your name in his mind, and he’s further charmed when you remark, “I’ve heard a lot about you, all good things, don’t worry, which is why Alhaitham and I came to see you.”

Kaveh’s head swivels to look over at the other, Alhaitham, and when he shakes his hand, he finds out that the both of you run rather hot. There’s a book held in his other hand, the one he was reading earlier during mass.

“Likewise, a pleasure to meet you,” Alhaitham says, levelling Kaveh with an unreadable stare, “We look forward to getting to know you more.”

At this, Kaveh beams, a cheery grin on his face, “As do I. If you ever need it, the mass timings are always in the weekly church bulletin, I hope to see the two of you more often.”

He excuses himself to chat with the other parishioners, bidding the two of you goodbye. However, even whilst talking to the others and hearing about their day-to-day troubles, and throughout the rest of the week, he finds his mind drifting back to the both of you. What makes you so memorable, so charming to him? Is it the way you carry yourself? Your voice? Or is it simply just, you?

He catches himself looking forward to the next mass where he might see you again, to spot your faces amidst the tired crowd, to converse again. And he does, every Sunday morning mass.

Kaveh sees you and Alhaitham sitting in the same pew every time you attend and it’s almost like clockwork whenever his eyes quickly dart over to the two of you when he’s addressing the congregation. And he firmly attests that you crack him a small smile when you catch him doing so, as if you knew he was going to glance over at that very second.

Over the weeks, he’s grown attached despite the warning bells scolding him not to at the back of his mind.

“Kaveh, get a hold of yourself, you’ve dedicated yourself to the church, this is no way to be thinking of your parishioners,” slapping his cheeks lightly, he tries to shake the thoughts of you out of his head but it seems like no matter what he does, you’ve managed to slither your way into his brain, where you now reside in 24/7.

Sighing, he says a prayer (one imploring for the strength to resist temptation) before he tucks himself into bed for a restful night.

Except, it’s anything but.

As soon as he succumbs to slumber, his eyes snap open at the sensation of a hand stroking through his hair. They adjust to the ceiling light in his room, strange, didn’t he turn them off before sleeping?

Blearily looking up, he sees the twin troubles plaguing him. But there’s no way the two of you are here, you don’t know the church grounds that well and there should be no reason for you to know which room he stays in either. It’s all improbable and that’s how he figures out that this is just some sort of fucked up lucid dream. (A small buried part of him deflates at this knowledge for some reason.)

“Hey Father Kaveh, sorry we couldn’t wait until the next Sunday, so we’ve come to see you early,” your words snap him out of his thoughts.

“Oh no, for you to infiltrate even my dreams, just how much am I thinking about the two of you?” Kaveh grumbles as his hand goes to rest over his eyes. He hears you chuckle before Alhaitham speaks next.

“So you think about us too?” The bed shifts and another hand joins in to roughly tussle his hair.

“Begrudgingly so, it’s as if you’ve consumed my every waking thought,” a weak sigh, “Maybe it’s a test from above, something meant to test me.”

“That’s rough, Father Kaveh, to be reduced to ‘something meant to test you’, after all these weeks,” you feign a watery tone, “Is that all you see us as?”

“No! Of course not!” He yells out, snapping to sit upright and grabbing your hands. As if he could ever see you as a burden to shoulder. You’ve been nothing but courteous and kind to him, a rare indulgence in his routine days and scheduled masses. Someone who actually consistently converses with him, asking about him, caring for him.

The bed shifts again, Alhaitham and you moving to sit in closer next to him, and you ask, “That’s a relief, then what do you see us as?”

Kaveh feels that familiar quiver snake its way down his spine, like all those weeks ago when it first started, the words caught in his throat as he scrambles to produce an appropriate yet truthful answer to your loaded question.

“I… I can’t lie,” his voice is shaky, trying to navigate the chaos in his mind for the right thing to say.

“It’s fine, you can tell us,” Alhaitham’s voice lulls.

Whatever. It’s a dream after all.

Kaveh sucks in a breath before blurting out, “My thoughts about the two of you have veered into more sinful territories-!”

A beat of silence passes and he buries his face into his hands, bright red all the way up to the tips of his ears.

“Such an honest priest we have here on our hands, anything else you want to confess, Father Kaveh?” Your tease makes him flush even more, intense embarrassment washing over him but it changes instantly when you turn his hand over and gently kiss the back of it.

Great, now his mind is making him dream of such situations?

His vision spins when he feels Alhaitham’s hands roam up his back, the heat permeating through his pyjamas as you lean in next to his ear, your breath on his exposed skin hot, hot, hot.

“I would give you your penance but it seems like we’ve run out of time, shame,” your tongue darts out to lick the shell of his ear and he shakes. You snap your fingers.

“Wake up.”

Kaveh snaps up, awake for real this time. The warm sunlight streams in through a window but he can’t find it in himself to enjoy such a wonderful morning when his mind is still reeling from such a depraved dream. He looks down. He’s hard.

No matter what he does, his usual morning prayers, an awfully cold shower, nothing helps to solve his problem. And he’s running out of time with the next scheduled mass coming up soon.

Biting his bottom lip, he experimentally presses his palm against his clothed cock, immediately rewarded with a rush of pleasure through his body. Repeating the action, he palms his erection, breath coming out in pants at the ramping buzz in him.

“Hah… Forgive m-me Father, for I- ah! -have sinned,” Kaveh blubbers out pitifully between breaths, praying as he tries to tear his mind away from the sin of his act.

He’s never… touched himself in such a way before, and to discover how terrifyingly addictive the bliss that he’s been holding himself back from experiencing all this time is, he feels his resolve crack.

Hurriedly, he shimmies his pants and underwear down, just enough for him to wrap his hand around his cock, revelling in the newness of the sensation. He starts with a light tug, aided by the amount of precum from his earlier palming, and the direct friction goes to muddy his brain. He resorts to biting down on his finger to muffle his noises lest anyone comes down the corridor.

Thoughts of you and Alhaitham flood his brain, the way his hands crept up his back, your tongue on his skin. Unconsciously, his hand speeds up its pace, slick sounds and stifled lewd moans filling the room the more he thinks about the two of you, the fantasies growing more and more unrestrained.

What would you think if you found out this is how your church’s priest spends his time? Would you berate him? Or would you indulge him? Maybe you’d teach him how to masturbate, your hand covering his own as you guide him on how to stroke your dick while Alhaitham steals kisses from him.

He thinks of your voice whispering lowly into his ear, frighteningly realistic, “We want you, Kaveh.”

Head thrown back, he feels the pressure building up to a peak in him, muscles draw taut as a blinding white-hot pleasure shoots through him, and he cums for the first time in his life ever, the forbidden fruit that he’s denied himself up till now.

Kaveh struggles to catch his breath after his high, desperately rutting into his hand to ride it out. After he does, he’s instantly filled with an indescribable guilt, rushing into the bathroom to wash off the evidence of his act, staring at his dishevelled appearance in the mirror.

How could he think of you in such a way? (How could he not?)

The next time he approaches the both of you after mass, he makes sure to do it after most of the crowd has already gone off, leaving the three of you alone. Avoiding your gazes, he starts.

“Apologies to keep the two of you waiting… some of the others had a lot to chat about,” a forced laugh, “But it is in my best interest that I should stop interacting so much with you both.”

You give him a quizzical look and Alhaitham quirks an eyebrow at his words, making him quickly tack on some reassurance, “It’s not the fault of either of you, worry not. And it would be too much for me to get into-”

“Certainly not,” Alhaitham cuts him off, his voice alluring, “It’s fine, you can tell us.”

Unable to stomach the thought of his relationship with you souring and ending on a bad note, he swallows down his fear and invites the two of you to his quarters to come clean about everything.

So, how is it that he’s found himself in this position?

It started out already rather lewdly in your mind.

Catching wind of a devout priest in town, loved by many, adored by most. Naturally, it was your job as an incubus to corrupt him. And they’ve assigned your lovely junior, Alhaitham, as your partner in sin.

The first meeting went well enough, charming Kaveh without the use of your powers, it seems as if he was as taken with you as you were with him. His lovely blond locks, his sweet voice, that downright sinful waist of his. How long would it take until he would snap and tumble into bed with the two of you so that you could defile him and show him the delectable paradise of ecstasy that he’s been abstaining from?

Over the weeks, you’ve teased Kaveh in the most minute of ways. Sly innuendos tossed in nonchalantly during conversations, lingering touches that you can see him secretly longing for. And perhaps you can’t say that Alhaitham and you aren’t unaffected by his charm too.

The impatience was driving the both of you wild, judging from how uncharacteristically antsy he’s been behaving. You’re no stranger to being intimate with him, indulging him when he gets particularly needy. And you can tell he’s pent up when he’s grinding on your thigh as he kisses you, so spoiled.

When you break apart, cupping his cheek, you ask, “Think our priest is asleep yet? How about we pay him a little visit?” Snapping your fingers, you transport the two of you into Kaveh’s dream, where you plant the final seeds of temptation and guide him down the blissful path of damnation.

The dream ended way too fast for your liking but it all worked out in the end, since now you’re here, in Kaveh’s room with him seated in your lap facing you.

Kaveh’s mind is spinning, unable to comprehend how fast all this is moving. First, he invites the two of you in to talk everything over in a more private location. Then, everything comes spilling out, his thoughts about you, even the sensual dream. His eyes are pinned to his hands clenched into fists in his lap, in fear that your gazes might be one of disgust towards him. It’s all too much, he’s backed himself into something too raw and too vulnerable and he can’t help when tears well up in his eyes, falling onto his hands.

A quick glance over to Alhaitham, and you pull Kaveh into your lap, an act to console him. Gently moving his head onto your shoulder for him to cry into, you shush him.

“Oh Father Kaveh, please don’t feel so guilty, after all, isn’t it natural to be tempted?” Patting the back of his head, you watch as Alhaitham rises from his seat and moves Kaveh’s long hair aside to brush his lips along the exposed skin of his nape.

“If holding it all in is causing you so much distress,” Alhaitham plants a kiss on Kaveh’s neck, “Perhaps giving in is the answer.”

“...No, I can’t,” Kaveh weeps, yet there’s a hesitation in his voice, as if he’s not fully convinced that he should turn away from the pleasure that you two can bring him.

“No one has to know,” your hands cup the sides of his face and move him so that you can look into his eyes, the sincerity behind them startling him when you say, “We want you, Kaveh.”

The world seems to stop when you say those words, his heart soaring and in the split second, his resistance slips away. He abandons it all for you, for a longing reciprocated, for a tangible love, and he presses his lips onto yours.

He whines into the kiss when you take charge, your tongue swiping against his bottom lip and he gasps. When you enter his mouth, your saliva mixing with his, his breath hitches as his desire suddenly heightens tenfold. You can feel him getting hard in your lap, ever so slightly grinding down without even realising it.

“Will you let us take you apart? Allow us to worship and love you like you deserve? To open your eyes to the true salvation of human pleasure?”

Kaveh’s drowning in your words, the blessing that the two of you are gracing him with, leaving him bare and naked in his longing.

“Please.”

Soon, you have the blond seated on the edge of his bed and stripped of all his clothing, except for his white clerical collar, which still lays clasped loosely around his neck.

“Look at you Father Kaveh, perhaps mankind was indeed made in God’s image,” you watch on from above him as Alhaitham laves a tongue over Kaveh’s clavicle, “If not, how else would you look so divine?”

He flushes crimson at your praise, bashful at how unaffected you are in this scenario. You move and sit next to him on the bed, unzipping your pants as he watches on with bated breath.

“From your mouth to God’s ear, Father Kaveh, your fantasies have been heard and they’ll be fulfilled today.”

Like him, you’re already hard, precum beading at your tip. Your hand goes to grab his, bringing it over and wrapping it around your shaft. Covering his hand with yours, you entertain his desires, cooing as you slowly start to move his hand, pumping your cock at a steady pace while you savour the sensation of his hand.

Kaveh’s eyes are glued to the sight of you guiding his hand up and down on your length, the warmth of your hand over his own. He’s enraptured until he feels fingers under his chin, tilting his head up and suddenly he’s locking lips with Alhaitham. When he realises that the two of you are actually recreating the scene from his imagination, his mind is left reeling.

He moans into the kiss with Alhaitham when he feels you throb in his hand, more pre dribbling from your tip.

“You’re so good, Father Kaveh, always so kind, so understanding, hmm?” Your praise gets him so worked up, his hips uselessly rutting up against nothing but something settles onto his lap and presses against his own cock. Cracking his eyes open, he realises that Alhaitham has slotted himself into his space, and breaking away from the kiss so that Kaveh can breathe, he frots his erect hard-on against Kaveh’s.

“Maybe this way I’ll keep your attention on me too,” the grey haired male says, hands going to rest at Kaveh’s hip to steady himself as he ruts.

He can feel his legs shaking as that daunting pressure starts to build inside of him again like before. The pacing of his strokes under your hand begins to falter as he chases after his high, grinding more and more frantically against the man in his lap.

But just as he’s seconds away from reaching his orgasm, Alhaitham clambers out of Kaveh’s space, at the same time, you remove his hand from your body

The sudden detachment brings him back down from his almost peak, his mind clearing up just enough for him to whine out, “Wh- What was that for?”

“We’re saving the best for last, Father Kaveh,” you say as the two of you manhandle his pliant body into position.

Alhaitham’s beneath him, hands gripping the headboard as he lays on his back, facing upwards. Alternatively, Kaveh’s on all fours on the bed, hands and knees on either side of Alhaitham with you standing at the foot of his bed, hands firmly gripping onto his hips.

“Are you ready to take us into your heart, to accept us for all that we are,” and you all but purr his name, “Kaveh?”

“Yes. Yes, please,” he begs, desperation akin to a sinner’s prayer.

“Such a lovely obedient lamb, truly the best one in the flock. I’d say you should finally get a reward for such excellent behaviour,” He gulps at your words, the praise you’re showering him in muddling his thoughts as he anticipates whatever the two of you have planned for him.

Goosebumps rise on his skin when you trace a blunt nail up his spine. However, the breath is punched from his chest when he looks back down at Alhaitham, pointed horns crowning his head, emerging from his mop of grey hair. His head snaps to look at you over his shoulder where he sees a similar sight. Coiled horns like a ram’s adorn you, leathery unfurled wings, and a long slender tail that’s tipped with a heart at the end.

“My dearest lamb, I ask you once more. Do you take us into your being, to love us for what we are,” your voice takes on a sultry tone, dripping with sinful indulgence, “To let us defile you?”

His head bowed, he dutifully replies, “I offer all of myself up to you.”

And with this, you partake in the feast of him.

Coating your fingers in your thick aphrodisiacal spit, you rest one hand on his ass, spreading him apart as you prod at his rim.

“Relax for me, Father Kaveh, you’re in good hands and we’ll never lead you astray.” You hear him release the breath he’s holding and he untenses, allowing you to slip a finger into him.

“Ah-!” The sensation is unfamiliar but not unwelcome, the stretch gradually turning into a growing pleasure thanks to its aphrodisiac qualities, slowly getting used to the feeling of being filled as you prepare him to take you.

A finger loops through his clerical collar and pulls him down. Looks like Alhaitham’s had enough of being ignored. He kisses him like a man starved, teeth clacking noisily as he drinks in Kaveh’s moans.

Taking this opportunity to slip in another finger, your other hand goes to grip his waist, steadying him as he loses himself to the mounting delectation. Scissoring your fingers, it proves to be too much for the inexperienced Kaveh and his legs give out from beneath him, pressing him against Alhaitham’s body.

“Haitham, did you prep yourself beforehand?” He nods briskly at your question. Lowering yourself down so you’re bearing down on Kaveh, you lick the shell of his ear, (he shivers), and ask.

“Do you think Haitham can take you? He’s been waiting for you for so long, he’s even prepared himself for you.”

Between dazed blinks, Kaveh manages to process your words, nodding his head and muttering out a dumb, “Uh- Uh huh.”

With this, Alhaitham lines his hole up with Kaveh’s drooling cock, and with you pushing down on his hips from above him, Kaveh’s head pushes past Alhaitham rim, a guttural growl leaving your junior’s lips at the sensation of Kaveh sinking into him with your guidance.

“M-Move please…!” Alhaitham groans out when Kaveh doesn’t seem to do anything when he bottoms out inside of him. The lewd heat that surrounds his length overloads his mind, bliss coursing through every vein in his body.

The erotic sight of your two sweethearts under you, the one who’s supposed to be the incubus pleading for sweet salvation from the once-pure, clueless lamb laying above him who’s finally had a taste of the forbidden fruit. Both of them dewy-eyed and left greedily wanting more. It’s easily all too tempting.

You remove your fingers from Kaveh with a wet shlick! before replacing it with your tip at his entrance. As you push into him, the pressure causes him to reach deeper into Alhaitham, resulting in a lascivious harmony of wanton moans in the room.

And when your tip brushes past his prostate for the first time, he can’t help but mewl, “O-Oh God!”

“Rude to call out someone else’s name when- ugh! -you have two incubi pleasuring you right here, Father Kaveh!” Punctuating this with a sharp thrust, you wring a drawn-out cry from Kaveh.

“S-Sorry! For- hng!! -forgive me!” Pitifully sobbing out, he rocks his hips clumsily back against yours, urging you to fully sheathe yourself in him. With his motions, Alhaitham finally gets the stimulation he’s yearned for, as Kaveh moves in time with your thrusts.

Your tail wraps itself around Kaveh’s thigh when you encircle your hands around his slim waist.

“I’ll fuck you so good that you’ll be worshipping me when I’m done with you.”

Pulling out until just your tip is left in him, you position your mouth at his shoulder and when you bite down on his pristine untainted skin, it’s the only warning he gets before you sink your length back into him, all the way down to the hilt.

You’ve left your mark on him, marred him, sullied him, defiled him for all of eternity in the eyes of the church. But Kaveh can’t find it in himself to care, too fucked out from the carnal pleasures he’s wrapped up in right now. The way you pound into him, the way Haitham’s walls squeeze down on him. Who is he to say that this isn’t heaven on earth? Who is he to say that this is damnation?

Perhaps he’s found his God in you.

“Hah! God, please! I’m close- ah! -so so close!” He’s delirious and Alhaitham swears he can almost see the hearts in Kaveh’s eyes.

“Calling me your god now, Father Kaveh?”

“Yesss! Please, I’m s-so close, let me- hng! -finish, God, I beg of you!” Kaveh quivers under you as both him and Alhaitham approach their climax. Their breaths come out in ragged pants as you speed up your pace, also chasing your own peak.

“Then take all I give unto you, Kaveh,” you bury yourself as deep as possible as his walls clamp down on you, his head thrown back in ecstasy as the three of you cum together. The searing rapture rips through him as you fill him up, eyes wrenched shut with him seeing stars behind his eyelids. His lower abdomen feels hot as he cums into Alhaitham, whose eyes have rolled back into his sockets, breath hitching at his orgasm.

You complete it with short shallow thrusts, helping the both of them through the fading waves of pleasure, wringing out the last of their debauched noises. When you pull out of Kaveh, a raspy whine rips from him. Manoeuvring his spent body to lie on his back, you’re pleased to see that the session took, evident from the glowing fuchsia tattoo on his lower abdomen.

Pressing a kiss against it, Kaveh shakes at the increased stimulation. Curious, he peers down at it, ghosting his fingers over it as he watches the tattoo’s glow intensity slowly fade and settle into a faint pink outline.

“The three of us have been unified, we’re bound together now, my dearest lamb.”

Alhaitham lazily rolls over to leave a kiss on Kaveh’s cheek before you pull him in by his clerical collar for a chaste kiss on the edge of his lips.

And suddenly, his Sunday mornings don’t seem so dull anymore.

[> You add a clerical collar to your collection.]

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pulpbeing · 8 months

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omg i had a flashback to your post w kaveh admitting hes jealous of haitham and he was like "knew it" and you said smth abt bullying kaveh. punishing al haitham whos so addicted to your cock by tying him up to a chair with a vibrator inside of him and a rod in his dick as you rail kaveh infront of him. kaveh crying from how good he feels, resting his head against al haithams thighs and gripping his calf tightly and haitham whos so red from embarassment and lowley anger. hes starting to regret being kind of mean to kaveh (not his fault his roommate is so easy to bully.) he wants your cock railjng him and making him feel so good that hes starting to cry, he wants to be in kavehs place SOOOO bad he wants you inside of him too he wants to cum on your dick but instead has to watch his roommate being touched everywhere that you used to touch him too, making the blond mewl and cry and cum all over him. he doesnt want to apologize, hes done nothing wrong! but if it means that he could have what kavehs having...

@pantalonte

i just know alhaitham crying is almost worth forgiving him for, but you're too far into railing kaveh to really stop- why would you stop? alhaitham trembling, begging, is a sight for sore eyes, pale and unmarked skin reddened by his cherry-red flush that oh so perfectly contrasts against the green of his eyes and the cold, silver of the rod that's almost forgotten when all of your attention is on the babbling blond in front of you.

god, i can only imagine how pretty kaveh would look like that. he isn't just crying, he's sobbing from the overwhelming, unending pleasure you're giving him, it almost hurts but he can't help but try to stutter out his pleads for more. i doubt he even remembers alhaitham being what he's resting his head on, maybe he even forgot his own name between his babbling of your own. money problems? rent? his bitch of a landlord? his pretty head's too empty to think, too cockdrunk from how long you've been pounding into him. honestly, he deserves it for working so hard! those all-nighters and "lectures" from alhaitham were worth it in his eyes when that means he's finally getting some action from such a handsome traveller like you <333

but really, don't forget alhaitham! maybe fill kaveh up with another load before eyeing up and granting alhaitham some mercy. doesn't matter if that's with pushing kaveh's pretty head down after slowly pulling out the rod, that roommate he bullied so often being his only true source of pleasure instead of the cruel you, doesn't matter if it's you taking out that vibrator and thrusting as deep as you could inside of him, doesn't matter if he's reduced to feeling like nothing but a two cent whore, he just wants you to fuck him, to touch him and properly ruin him. he felt his ego, pride, dignity chip away long ago, with every shaky moan and every rope of kaveh's cum that dirtied his floors.

alhaitham is no longer above begging- he'd grovel at your feet like a sinner to their god if he needed to. besides, surely you've had enough fun with this punishment and will go right back to feeding his own lustful addiction to your cock, right?

right?

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jhuzen · 11 months

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what do you mean it’s been a whole week since i said i’d post this? pretty sure today is still tonight. anyway, this is based on this godly ask! this is… extra long. i’m sorry i got carried away 😭 it’s honestly going to be a lot longer if i didn’t cut out some scenarios. jadiksodc.

𖦹 nsfw, top reader, virgin haitham i literally have no idea what else to say.

“Have you ever even gotten laid?”

Alhaitham’s eyes stopped at the last sentence of another book he’s buried his nose into. The night was quiet — save for the sounds of the burning embers from the campfire as well as the snores of one tiny fairy that laid beside you. The nights are cold in the desert, but it sure was enough to keep him awake. He’s been searching for ways to solve the problem with the suspicious Grand Sage, and you were kind enough to help.

You were revered across all lands apparently — even reaching the isolated Inazuma before the vast Sumeru in the first place. And while Alhaitham has every confidence in his own knowledge and meticulously calculated strategies in solving problems, he wasn’t one to take away credit from you, who protected him and fended off any other Eremites that tried to cut off his plan.

He found you reserved, keeping to yourself while the tiny floating chatterbox spoke for you like she was your advisor. You did find yourself talking to him at times, but most of it was either your agreements in his plans, your little snide remarks when he did something that both you and your flying companion considered as remotely pretentious. And quite frankly, he did not want to expend any form of effort to defend himself. If that’s how he came across to you, then so be it.

However, even with the limited time that he’s known you, he never pegged you for someone this… sheer.

In fact, he never expected it so much that he even did his own version of a double take, looking up at you with eyes that brimmed with curiosity and slight surprise. And yet, there you were, casually polishing your sword so diligently, tongue sticking out in determination with your brows furrowed in concentration.

Like you never asked him such a… question.

The scribe had half a mind to ignore your sudden query — chalk it up into a auditory hallucination and continue on with his reading. But his mind knew better; that if he left it at that, he would be perturbed until the end of his days, and Alhaitham is a practical man, meaning he’d rather get the trouble you suddenly placed on him out of the way than go through such feelings.

“Pardon?”

“Hm?”

Alhaitham narrowed his eyes, were you now planning to pretend like you never asked the question in the first place? He cleared his throat, “You said something. And I think I misheard. Care to repeat?”

Your gaze met his before blinking, “Oh. I was just asking if you’ve even ever gotten laid in the first place,” you laughed while you turned back to your well-groomed sword, continuing to polish it with refined movements. “Sorry, it’s an out of the line question, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” he curtly replied, but even he could not extinguish the sudden curiosity that rose from him. “Though why even ask me that question seeing that you’re fully aware the invasive nature of it in the first place? What spurred this on?”

“Hm? Oh, nothing much, really. It’s just that you’re good looking but you seem to be the type to not… invest your time in those activities.” Alhaitham wonders where all that cutthroat honesty goes every time you go radio silent within the last few days, barely letting out a peep to talk to anyone while Paimon did the talking for you.

Alhaitham scoffed nonetheless. It was such a shallow reason for you to ask that. Surely pure aesthetics is not a prerequisite to have sex. “Is it a requirement to engage in such activities if I am pleasing to look at?”

Your lips turned up in a cheeky smile as you tore your eyes away from your blade, looking up at the stoic scribe with a mischievous mirth glinting through your eyes, “Well. You eat with your eyes too, right?”

A laugh escapes from your system when Alhaitham instantly made a face. He’s not stupid (far from it really, and the entire Akademiya knows) — he knows the preconceived notions to these play of words. He reeled back at the innuendo, partly taken aback. Just what on earth have you been thinking despite your persistent silence to come up with something as crude as that?

He composed himself, eyes averting from yours and looking back down to resume his reading; but his mind was far from the focus he always maintained when occupied with books.

Alhaitham chewed on his bottom lip discreetly before giving an answer he deemed relatively satisfactory, “…I have no interest for such things. And don’t things like these need to have prior connection in the first place? I’d rather not have attachments to someone. It’s far too bothersome.”

“Oh so that’s why,” you hummed, this time your attention fixated in refining your sword handle. “Well, it wouldn’t hurt to experience new things. And I can even help you. No strings attached.” You offered in a light jest, followed by a chuckle after.

It was a joke offer, of course. You of all people knew that when Alhaitham didn’t want something, he will steer clear from it. However, you only found him remotely interesting because he was so bloody shady in the first place. He was supposed to be an honorable scribe, being held at such a high position, and yet he was dubious enough to even make you buy forbidden cans of knowledges, and even with the partnership you’ve got going on now, you’d find yourself unable to sleep so freely without so much as expecting him to suddenly jump on you.

You simply found him interesting. And true to your love language (that your little traveling companion is often the recipient of), you couldn’t help but tease him, a little prying at something as intimate and private as his sex life (which you now knew to be nonexistent). Just a little jest to mess with him for your entertainment. That’s all.

However Alhaitham had much different perception to your lighthearted teasing. You… were offering him something so intimate as sex with no strings attached. While anyone with a right mind could quickly brush it off as a mere joke with no promises — Alhaitham was quick to entertain the thought of doing it with you without having to suffer the consequences of being in a relationship with someone.

No strings attached, huh. He pursed his lips, eyebrows knitting a little as he mulled over what seems to be an option (though there never was as it was only a joke from your end).

The thought enticed him. Of course, he was doing this for academic purposes and to satisfy the now insatiable curiosity that you placed upon him like an irreversible curse with one specific cure.

He stole a glance from where you sat as he recalled the many times you’ve managed to smooth talk your way into certain situations back in Port Ormos. Exuding confidence and sharp wit, along with a charming face that no one can say no to — also with your… beliefs earlier, Alhaitham was quick to deduce that you are a man whose had plenty of experience in sex. You were most definitely the kind to frolic around with anyone that suits your fancy, especially with how easily you offered to help him like it’s a simple favor from a colleague and nothing more.

The silence that engulfed your group (again, subtracting the snores from Paimon) soon broke when Alhaitham decided to go head in for the kill.

“Okay.”

“What?”

There was a sense of satisfaction that flooded his system when you looked up with a confused look on your pretty face.

Alhaitham cooly brushed off the flustering feeling that slowly nestled into the pits of his stomach, his stomach knotting in anticipation at the thought of taking you up on your generous little offer, “I agree to what you’re offering,” he refused to look at you, continuing to read the words that were barely coherent in his mind now, trying to look as composed as possible. “Just to satisfy certain questions from this sort of activity of course.”

You tilted your head at him, cocking an eyebrow, “Right… so you want to have sex?”

He coughed, “For research purposes.”

“If I had a mora for every time I heard that excuse, I wouldn’t worry about Paimon’s endless appetite by now,” you laughed. “But knowing you, you’re probably telling the truth.”

You were met with a silence from the scribe. Make no mistake however, he was stewing in absolute embarrassment — only glad that his headphones were able to cover up his ears that are sure to be burning up a bright red hue.

“…Are we doing it now?”

He sucked in a sharp breath, “Absolutely not. We have a mission, traveler. And doing such a thing outside… is sure to provide a less than stellar experience.”

You huffed out a laugh before stabbing your blade on the ground, “Man, you really are a virgin. And you have no idea how many freaks are out there that can do it outside even in the midst of a thunderstorm.” It was an exaggeration, but the look of mortification that was plastered on Alhaitham’s usually unfazed face was all the more entertaining. “Anyway, if you’re really serious, then who am I to back out? We’ll finish up this mission quick and then you can ring me up any time.”

Alhaitham could only give a strained nod before finally finding the words on his pocketbook a little more understandable as his mind cleared.

The last grueling days was nothing short of eventful, to say the least. You were somehow able to pull off in fighting an all too big of a god’s body with the vengeful puppet inside. You freed Nahida too, kicked Azar off of his position and destroyed the beloved Akasha that the people of Sumeru found themselves completely dependent on. It was like a blur, with you constantly on the run to ensure that every plan works in your favor, though you weren’t one to take away from Cyno and the rest — with their dutiful cooperation.

And now, you were hailed as a hero in Sumeru much like your past adventures in the last three nations, awarded as Buer’s first Sage added in the roster of your many, many titles. You were celebrated around and all you’ve ever wanted was to go inside your beloved teapot and sleep.

And that you did.

The next days were spent in leisure around Sumeru, getting along with anyone in the vicinity, often offered goods for gratitude. Paimon accepted every single food and you soon found yourself in need to build another display bedside table to decorate with trinkets you’ve received. It was relatively normal for you at least.

And the same could be said for Alhaitham. He can finally do his job with little to no inconvenience now that Azar and his corrupted lackeys aren’t around, banished off to the forests to do whatever is needed to compensate for their misgivings. The boring but doable work on a high pay returned and Alhaitham was at peace.

Up until Lesser Lord Kusanali came to his office, and with the tiny pitter patter of her feet against the cold floors of Akademiya, she walked to his desk with an expectant smile plastered on her adorable face.

Suddenly, Alhaitham was the Acting Grand Sage.

Great. More work for a considerably smaller increase in pay. How… productive and worth it.

And perhaps, that’s how you landed yourself in the confines of Alhaitham’s home in the dead of the night — at his request. His roommate was off and a few days prior after suddenly getting dragged into assisting him in catching another unhinged research with far too much talent yet little intent in seeing the bigger picture, he had asked you to come meet him at night. And he made it very clear to you that you come alone.

You were already aware of the Acting Grand Sage’s insinuation at this point. You’ve been through enough worlds and mingled with enough people to know the universal sign that is “come here alone tonight”.

Well, either you get laid, or… you will be laid in a coffin the next day.

Now here you sat, smiling a little as you sipped some water, watching Alhaitham dry off the droplets of water from his hair after a late night shower. You opted to look over some files strewn across the table to entertain yourself, trying to make sense of any of his work. Judging from the complicated nature of said paperwork, you figured he was already raring for some release. Or at the very least, a change of pace in learning something new other than the onslaught of mad researchers from Akademiya causing trouble for him to fix.

“I have some terms,” Alhaitham suddenly voiced out, pulling you out of your trance as you looked at him inquisitively. You nodded, letting him go on. “Nobody gets to hear a word of what will transpire tonight.”

“…I don’t think I even want anyone to know in the first place.”

He nodded before walking back to some shelves, “Also,” he grabbed a book and tossed it on the table, perfectly sliding towards you with the cover face up. “I’ve done some reading just to know what to expect.”

You huffed out a breath, disguising a genuinely amused laughter. Couldn’t your one night stand get any cuter? He wasn’t even trying too. He was so earnest and so serious, it was hard not to devour him right then and there. You placed your glass of water down the table sauntering up to him, grabbing the lecherous book that he apparently used to come into the battle prepared.

Alhaitham’s eyes widened as you wasted no time in closing the gap. His ears effectively reddening in a split second when he could feel your crotch rub up against his from the sheer proximity that you and the scribe had. There was even barely any room to breathe in the first place. His lips quivered a little as he looked to the side, avoiding your piercing gaze.

You tapped the corner of the book’s spine on his lips, while yours turned up in a sly grin, “Cast aside any expectation that this book have taught you, smart guy. I believe there is merit in learning from experience.” You tossed the book back as your lips latched onto the skin of his neck. You took a deep breath, inhaling the pleasant scent of his body wash. You could feel and hear him shiver from just that action alone, spurring you on to be bolder.

Of course Alhaitham knows that experience is a far better teacher than anything else. But how could he learn anything when the experience itself is detrimental to his sanity as he tried to comprehend your ministrations, from the way your hands were quick to attach themselves onto his narrow waist, your lips slowly mapping and conquering every inch of the skin of his neck, abused with bites that left bruises darker than the decorative rugs in his home.

You pulled away and he was left completely red, you leaned back to admire the work you’ve done on his neck and his collarbone, adorned with splotches of red from the abuse of your mouth.

But before Alhaitham could even recover, you went back in, but this time with your lips on his, “Try to keep up, smart guy. Here’s a crash course on how to kiss someone.”

Alhaitham could barely breathe, but even in the sweet suffocation, he tried to keep up with your lips. You made a mess out of him, your mischievous tongue dragging from the inside of his mouth to his lips to wet them. His jaw hurt and he was out of sorts, with drool dripping down to his chin while you sucked on his tongue, your hands under around his chin to keep him in place. He could only grab onto your shoulders, fingers squeezing against your flesh so tight while he closed his eyes shut, his chest heaving from the breathlessness when you refused to let up on him.

It was already dizzying — he knew you were aggressive on the battlefield, but had he known that you would be like this too, a little warning would’ve been nice.

And before he knew it, still with your lips latched onto his, he started to respond to your advances. Miraculously even with his clouded mind with that lusty haze, he was able to learn from your little techniques, kissing back with need and urgency, and you gladly welcomed him, letting him bite your lip as a test, return the favor as he sloppily sucked your tongue off with the charm of an inexperienced kisser.

It was a mess as you and him stumbled over to the his bedroom, with poor Alhaitham barely noticing until his back landed on the soft mattress of his bed. His eyes were glossed over, clearly in a daze as you pulled away, chuckling at the sight of the infamous stoic scribe who normally looks so put together come undone and become a complete mess with just a simple make out session.

You swiped a thumb over his wet lips, dragging it across his cheek and watched in delight when he slowly gained a bit of clarity.

“We haven’t even gotten to the best part yet, ‘Haitham.”

Alhaitham only scoffed, “You kiss so aggressively. A warning would’ve sufficed.”

“Aw c’mon. It’s just a little warmup,” you tugged into the hem of his shirt and he quickly got the hint, helping you take them off. You only watched in fascination as his body came into view. That tight shirt that he always wore doesn’t do his body justice. He was sculpted so perfectly that even you had to pause for a second to take in his beauty.

The scribe wasn’t fond of your ogling however, “…What?”

“Nothing… it’s just…” you couldn’t even resist the way your hands immediately gravitated towards his chest, palms flat against his pecs before steadily moving them to yours, comparing your sizes. “…Wow. You’re bigger than I am.”

“Do I get a trophy for that then?” Alhaitham quipped without missing a beat.

Unfortunately for him, you were quick-witted, cruel, and knew how to show someone a good time. And you gladly indulged his little jest as you bent down, cupping a hand around one chest, thumbing at his hardening nipple while you gave soft kitten licks on his other swollen bud. An electric feeling jolts through Alhaitham’s system and he could feel himself twitch against the restricting fabric of his pants.

You smirked against his skin, teeth grazing his sensitive nipple, making him jolt and grab onto the back of your head. You raised yourself, watching unabashed while Alhaitham tried to cover up his reddening face. Either this situation was embarrassing enough on it’s own or perhaps he was embarrassed that he liked what you did.

“D-Don’t… look at me like that,” came Alhaitham’s weak protest, voice shaking as he tried to avert his gaze.

“Getting all shy now?” You tilted your head, looking at him with so much amusement. You did not have an ounce of regret for offering jokingly in the first place. To see the hardheaded scribe fold like a shy maiden was something you never knew you needed. “Come now, Alhaitham, it’s not something to be ashamed about. Focus up, buddy. You said this is for research.”

“Quit… i— ah~! Quit it—!” He moaned in between hisses as you shifted your position, with one knee pressing up against his erection with much pressure. It was as if the soft spoken yet courageous hero revered across the lands suddenly disappeared — replaced by this mischievous teasing deviant that toyed with him so shamelessly.

“You make it so easy to tease you,” your hands slowly dragged themselves to the waistband of his pants, tugging at the band and snapping it against his skin. “Is this why our scribe— oh, sorry, our Grand Sage has to keep that no nonsense facade? So they won’t know that you’re just an adorable little boy?”

He clutched onto your wrists that threatened to free his cock from its constraint, “It’s Acting Grand Sage… and it’s not a facade— are you always this chatty when having sex with someone?”

“I’m just trying to get to know you,” you flashed him a grin and his grip on you slowly loosened, a wordless green light to finally see all of him. You obliged his little permission, tugging down his pants and stripping them off of him with little effort. Alhaitham made a subconscious effort of trying to shield himself from your prying eyes — never had he felt this vulnerable before, he could feel his entire body heat up just from the way you looked at him.

Meanwhile you were admiring every groove and curve that sculpted itself into this man’s body. You would most definitely be the envy of the entire Sumeru City had they known that you were the first man to have ever seen Alhaitham this way. Suddenly, the Acting Grand Sage’s term of not wanting anyone else to know about this engagement seemed so tempting to break.

You positioned yourself in between his legs, keeping them apart when Alhaitham so much as tried to close his legs on instinct, you cupped a hand around the base of his cock and relished in the tiny little yelp that left Alhaitham’s mouth, his back arching up in surprise.

“Already so hard, you truly are enjoying this,” you taunt, as if you weren’t feeling the same uncomfortable feeling in your tightening pants. With one hand, you dug into the pocket of your trousers, bringing out a packet of slime condensate and tearing it open, squeezing a handful on your fingers. “I think you know what this is for.”

Alhaitham only nodded, suddenly meek as the insinuation made its presence known. He read a lot for the sake of satiating the gnawing anticipation within him the moment he agreed with your little offer. Alhaitham, after all, never did nurture the bad habit of coming into a situation completely clueless and in the dark. But there was something far more dizzying at the feeling of your touches that could make him feverish, overtaking his senses like a fever dream that he could feel the whole way.

He shivered as your fingers pressed against his rim, drenched in cold lubrication. He lifted his hips out of instinct, his body slowly being compliant to your actions, readily following your bold lead. You took note of his actions, watching the way his chest heaved up in a frantic pace, clearly overwhelmed in anticipation.

“Try to relax,” you ought to soothe his anxieties. Sex isn’t something to be afraid of, after all. It’s meant to be enjoyed by the parties involved. He only nodded, a little strained but it was enough.

An uncharacteristic wail leaves Alhaitham’s mouth as you plunged two fingers inside him. He was warm, his walls already clenching around your digits that were barely even halfway inside. He shifted, hips wriggling at the discomfort. You distracted him from the sensation and slowly worked your other hand around his erection, pumping at a gentle pace.

Alhaitham felt breathless, the haze in his mind continuing to muddle any form of coherent thought that he tried to make. He whimpered quietly as the embarrassment slowly flooded in. He could barely gather himself as you’re jerking him off while fucking him with your fingers, any sense of awareness leaving him bit by bit, replaced with the unencumbered lust that you were holding over him with your ministrations.

“Feels good?” Your words barely registered in his usually sharp mind. He nodded frantically, hands clutching the sheets underneath him. It felt all too good, with your precise hands, from the way you prod around his gummy walls to how you teasingly thumb at the slit of his cockhead, it was an overwhelming pleasure that Alhaitham was suddenly being exposed to.

You weren’t any better. Who knew Alhaitham could look so erotic, his body almost close into going in an autopilot as he responded to your touch with little to no shame. The whimpers and cries that echoed in the room were music to your ears, a blessing to indulge yourself in.

It was hard to hold yourself back from just fucking him into oblivion, and your sentiments wee shared as another cry left Alhaitham.

“M-More~” he whined, completely insatiable as he yearned for something bigger. Your fingers weren’t enough. He needs to feel full, something that could stretch him out until he could barely think. He opened his eyes, bleary with lust and carnal need in comparison to yours that were gleaming with concentration and hunger. “M-More please~” he parroted, unable to find any more words to beg you.

You could feel any form of restraint leaving you as his pleading reached you, already shooting straight down to your dick that twitched in anticipation and raw excitement. You immediately pulled your fingers away, shivering at the moan that you drew out of the man underneath you. Your hands quickly worked to free your own cock, hard and throbbing as it slapped against your stomach. There was a sense of satisfaction that washed over you at the way Alhaitham’s eyes grew wide when he saw you, like a cold water drenching him and pulling him back down to reality.

“Is… that even going to fit?” Alhaitham’s sudden reluctance was all the more endearing, making you laugh.

“I prepared you, didn’t I? But hey, the confidence solely lies on you. If you think you can’t handle it, best we quit ahead.”

He swallowed a lump down his throat before looking at you with a much more determined gaze, “I— N-No… I need to see it through.”

“You can hold my hand if you want,” you offered, lending out your own hand. Normally, Alhaitham would swat it away but did otherwise as he held yours, feeling feverish all of a sudden at the intimacy.

He could feel himself shrink as you positioned yourself in between his legs, towering over him with a reassuring smile. His thighs quivered around you while you lined yourself up in his entrance. He shuddered as your cockhead slowly rubbed up against his entrance, making him writhe in anticipation. Alhaitham met your gaze, suddenly considerate in contrast to your teasing self earlier.

“Don’t think too much of it,” you reassured him one last time. “Just ride out everything that you’re feeling.” You said and he nodded, soaking up every word of yours as he took a deep breath.

Alhaitham jolts at the sudden intrusive feeling once you ease yourself inside him inch by inch. He was quick to clench around your cock and you stopped, heaving a shaky sigh as the feeling of his warm walls around you bring you complete and utter bliss.

“Fuck… so tight, ‘Haitham,” you breathed out, a pleased hiss from your lips with every pulsating clench his walls made around your cock.

The scribe could barely process the feeling as he slowly took you in, his hole squeezing your length while you continued to push inside until you’re buried to the hilt. His hand squeezed around yours tightly as he tried to take in your words earlier and ride out any form of sensation that racked through his body. He could already feel the numbing pleasure rake in his system as the overwhelming sensation continued to eat away at his sensibilities.

You stilled yourself as you watched every expression Alhaitham’s pretty face contorted into. You only swept away his fringe away from his forehead that’s already dotted with beads of sweat and continued to observe him. You’ve never been this considerate when it comes to fucking someone, but given the fact that Alhaitham was just far too adorable, you made a conscious effort to be more gentle in his first time.

It didn’t take long before Alhaitham slowly rolled his hips, in terrible need for some more friction, “Y-You can move…” he stammered, still with his hand clutching onto yours so tightly.

You grinned a little before drawing your hips back and giving a testing thrust, pushing out a choked moan from the scribe, to which you greedily indulged in. Leaning in, you only gave a quick kiss on the shell of his ear before whispering;

“Don’t fall in love now.”

Alhaitham merely scoffed at your little taunt.

As if he would.

Miscalculations are rare in Alhaitham’s lifetime. Often times he’s mapped out every single action to consider to ensure a smooth sailing plan that he has to execute. Failure was a rare occurrence in the scribe— sorry, the Acting Grand Sage’s roster. He has yet to achieve a failure so spectacular that it puts his roommate to shame.

However, the way his eyes lingered on your form while you went about your day while you extended your stay in Sumeru was quick to tell him that the very idea of a miscalculation may not be so far-fetched in the first place.

And he absolutely loathed it.

It had been days since his… little research that you aided him in. Days since he felt the wonderful bliss of the mind numbing pleasure that only left his mind completely broken and incoherent. Days since he could feel the way your hands roamed around with such preciseness that every touch you left on him left him completely breathless. It had been days.

So then why? Why does he feel the same exhilaration whenever you were in the vicinity?

Why could he not push the thoughts of that night in the back of his mind? It was a skill he mastered that procured his unbothered persona. But the memories persisted like a parasite, latching onto his poor mind as it replayed the same night over and over again;

“H-Hah~! T-Too much already—!” Poor Alhaitham slurred, words barely able to convey while he held onto your hand for dear life, his eyes rolling at the back of his head while you pounded into him without an ounce of mercy. The bed creaked so violently under your movements, and his body shook in overstimulation.

“Just a little more, baby boy, one more, yeah?” You licked your lips hungrily, a predatory gaze flashing through your eyes as you devoured your prey.

Alhaitham winced as he slowly arched his back, suddenly feeling restless in his usual seat outside of Puspa café. Of all places, why couldn’t you have decided to chat with the nearby vendors. Where he can hear you and bury his mind into a delusion of bliss after hearing those sinful sounds from you when you bedded him that night. It was torture.

It was like a siren’s call, beckoning for him to give into his temptation. Except it was an excruciating thing to experience, drowning in that voice of yours that he could no longer hear normally.

“Oh! Isn’t that Alhaitham there?” He had to hide another grimace as the familiar shrill voice of your traveling companion echoed.

“So it is, let’s go say hi,” you smiled while you walked over to him, inviting yourself in without an ounce of embarrassment, like you didn’t make a mess out of him that particular night. “Been awhile.”

He could only stiffly nod before turning back to his book, “Mhm.”

“Yeesh! You’re just as cold as always! Hmph! Well, whatever. Paimon is going to get some food for herself.”

And just like that, there was silence in both of your company.

“Hey, you look really tense,” you frowned in concern and Alhaitham only continued to read into his book with an absent concentration that only served him to read the first lines of the paragraph over and over again. “I didn’t scare you now, did I?”

Alhaitham shuddered as the feeling of your touch slowly took over when your hands grazed by his shoulder in an attempt to console him. And the hauntingly addicting touches of yours continued to resurface in his mind.

A wanton squeal escapes Alhaitham as your fingers dug deep into the skin of his waist. He had little to no escape with the way you held him, hands completely sinking into his supple flesh to keep him in place. There was a rush of excitement that flooded Alhaitham’s system when you took hold of him in such a manner — possessive and almost desperate.

His already spent dick twitched at the notion, the very idea of you being all over him and wanting no one else but him. He wanted you to feel the same feeling that slowly poisoned his thoughts — that you would enjoy him just as much as he was enjoying you being so deep inside him.

He panted, short huffs leaving his wet lips that you vigorously licked, kissed, and bit until the both of you could taste his blood. He was a mess, from the marks on his collar down to the way even your fingertips made their bruising mark when you manhandled him.

Suddenly those touches burned through his skin, like you left them there just seconds ago. He was slowly feeling feverish. He could still remember which parts of him you touched, the way the uncomfortable feeling of your grip pressing against his soft skin was enough to get him on a state of frenzy.

You were far too intoxicating.

And without even an ounce of warning, he was suddenly met with your skeptic expression, clear as a day as you drew yourself nearer to his side, with your face a mere inch away from his. He could feel your even breathing, and could see those heavenly eyes of yours that peered through your thick lashes as you continued to put him on the spot with your own form of scrutiny.

“Tell me the truth, I didn’t scare you away from what happened nights ago, did I?”

He resisted the urge to swallow thickly — you may not be as smart as he is, but you were perceptive, already proven by the mere fact that you were quick to guess that his strange actions towards you did indeed stem from that amorous engagement you and him explored. Unable to focus on your minuscule concern, his gaze drifted down to your lips that formed into a frown, with your bottom lip jutting out a little in a very subtle pout.

Those lips. That mouth that often spoke of every proclamation and promise to aid whoever was in need of help, no matter how annoyingly minuscule the requests are.

His ears burned under his noise-cancelling headphones, finding himself completely unable to shut out the loud thrumming of his heart against his chest.

Who would’ve thought that mouth of yours were just as capable of delving into something incredibly lewd — that mouth that spoke valor suddenly speaking in the most flustering taunts that drove him over the edge.

Sobs spilled out from Alhaitham’s quivering lips, tears already flooding his ducts while you rutted into him like a dog in heat. The desperation in your thrusts were pushing up against his nearing release as your cock continued to abuse his prostate.

The overwhelming pleasure didn’t help as you busied yourself on his chest. You couldn’t leave it alone, your mouth already latching onto one of his sensitive and perky buds. Your tongue swirled against his swollen nipple and tore out another loud moan from the scribe. He was helpless against your ministrations. He could feel his stomach stir despite the fact that he was so sure he couldn’t cum anymore.

His hand shakily raked through the back of your head, biting his lip to keep himself composed.

You swiped your tongue against his nipple, looking up at him with a devious smirk, “Are you sure nothing’s coming out of these?”

“‘M… not a woman—” he protests in a weak voice, raspy from all the screams you drew out of him from coaxing orgasm after orgasm from him. “S-Stop saying that…”

“Getting embarrassed again?” You grinned, drawing your hips before snapping back into him, making him whine from the raw pleasure. “Aren’t you just the cutest~”

He isn’t. He’s far from such a description. Alhaitham knows that well. He was the intimidating figure of Akademiya, with his unbothered stoicism that could leave anyone scampering without the intention of screwing him over in the first place. But he hates how you’ve rendered him completely useless with just your words and subtle touches that quickly disarmed his guard that he put up several times already.

He loathes the mere fact that he couldn’t get you out of his head. Surely not all people that go through one night stands invoke such feelings of warm fondness towards someone they aren’t meant to be attached to. He’s not supposed to feel flustered just at the mere sight of you. He’s not supposed to feel vulnerable with your smiles. And he’s not supposed to feel the tempting submission with every touch you left on his body.

Alhaitham was quick to push your face away before running a hand through his own with a begrudging sigh, “…I am currently undergoing through a crisis. Please let me acquire some space for a good few minutes.”

He hates your dichotomy — from your ridiculously odious attitude when you fucked him, to your sudden gentleness when you were done and even the subsequent days after that.

You nodded in understanding (something he’d grown to fondly hate as well) with a patient smile, “Of course. How ‘bout I go get us some baklava? My treat.”

Your offer was oddly reminiscent of your aftercare too.

“Hope you can forgive the roughness. It’s your first time too,” he paid no heed to your apology. In fact, you’ve nothing to apologize for when you’ve granted him such a good fuck for his first time. He only relished in the feeling of your ghostly kisses against the bruises you made on him. “I’ll go get you some water. Need anything else?”

He was already dozing off by then.

He waved you off, more than eager to get you out of the way as the realizations slowly linked themselves in his constantly running mind.

Alhaitham dragged a hand over his face, repressing the urge to groan when he remembered your little taunt before this all happened.

“Don’t fall in love now.”

And damn it did he fall hard.

#i am an idiot #but a simp #anyway #i am very late #but heeeeyyyy better late than never 😭#genshin impact x male reader #alhaitham x male reader #sub genshin impact #sub alhaitham #jhuzen’s stupid one shots #jhuzen’s shameless filth #there’s an hsr post i’m posting minutes after this #tall 2d husbands go brrrr in my gay little head

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house-of-daena · 8 months

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how to milk a cow [alhaitham x gn.reader]

contents: no pronouns specified, dom reader/sub alhaitham, nsfw, degradation, humiliation, spanking, dacryphilia, overstimulation, (wc: 2.8k), tell me if i miss anything.

꒰ cow lingerie with alhaitham.... also r u guys ok with fics this long? ig i just have a lot to write about. i'll try to write something shorter and fast paced. (@niverine sorry for the tag i just thought you might enjoy this) rqs r open btw꒱

this was just beyond embarrassing.

all ahaitham wanted to do as soon as you laid your eyes on his body was to crawl into a corner and hide. his clothing, something you had offhandedly mentioned, was nothing but obscene.

he was wearing lingerie with patterns of a cow's spots, tightly hugging the curves of his pecs so deliciously, it seriously looked like he had a huge pair of tits. the set didn't have an appropriate size for him (they don't make them with a man with a big body in mind), so every time he moved, it felt like his bra straps would snap. and the panties that came along with it were struggling to keep themselves intact, the pretty black and white lace straining against his raging, leaky cock.

around his neck was a leather collar with a small cowbell that rang at his every movement. and to top it all off, a cute little butt plug that fit snugly in his hole, a tail akin to a cow's, swinging behind him.

his face was burning hot, his skin reddening from his cheeks and all the way down to his shoulders. at first, it was satisfying to wear such a vile set of lingerie when you first saw him, eyes blown wide in shock as your jaw dropped to the floor. pride swelled in his chest to see you so taken aback since it was you who usually surprised him by a lot.

but since the size was too small for him, his bra could barely handle his chest. the lace rubbed against his sensitive nipples at each breath he took, his shoulders slightly trembling as he tried to maintain his confident facade. but archons, curse the soft lace of his lingerie for feeling so good—he wanted to stop himself from moving any further, the lace of his bra and panties just kept rubbing against his most sensitive parts so lewdly.

his nipples, puffy and hard, and the slit of his cock head drooling with copious amounts of precum, forming a shameful wet spot on his panties. not to mention the butt plug that his hole kept puckering in and out, unintentionally dragging the cool metal against his velvety walls.

he had planned to put up a show for you. to perhaps take control tonight and impress you, but it seems like his own clothing was sabotaging his plans. and at the mere brush of your fingertips over his nipples, through the lace, he had arched his back and let out a humiliating, high-pitched moan.

your look of surprise slowly morphed into something smug, and he could feel his stomach do flips at the way you smirked at him. you eyed him so intently, trailing up from his head and down to his toes, digging heat all over his body with your predatory gaze. and with the lick of your lips, alhaitham felt faint from the excitement at the thought that you'd devour him, his cock twitching adorably in his frilly panties.

"someone's sensitive today." you teased with a chuckle, grabbing his waist and pulling him closer to the edge of the bed. alhaitham let out an annoyed huff, trying his best to not rub his thighs together, cock painfully throbbing for any sort of friction. "you must really like the lingerie you graciously bought for me."

"i-i didn't buy this for you," shit, he was already out of breath, the tail from his plug seemed to slightly wag as his body continued to disobey his mind, sucking in the plug as deep as it could get. you tilted your head, amused at how determined he was to keep pretending. there was a slight tremble in his movements, straddling your lap as his alluring, turquoise eyes bore an unimpressed gaze. "you should be grateful that i'm letting you see me like this."

"oh? that so?" you hummed as the hand that rested on his waist slowly slid back to the small of his back, making him shiver at your touch, and down to the plug. he shot you a questioning look, before lightly tugging on the fake tail, making him choke out a moan, his thighs giving out on him, and he falls against your chest. you cooed into his ear as you pressed the plug deeper into his hole, then slowly pull it out with a pop! "then who did you buy this for, hm?"

"for myself, of course." oh, and he still had the audacity to roll his eyes at you, acting as if nothing had happened. his hot breath tickled your neck as you watched his hole wink at the sudden emptiness as if it already missed the feeling of being filled. it was quiet, but you heard him whine and grip tightly on your shoulders, his ass wiggling a little in hopes to entice you enough to plug his greedy hole. being the kind lover you were, you pushed the plug back and grinned, alhaitham letting out a pleased sigh.

"well, is that all you got for me?" you chuckle, a teasing lilt in your voice as your hands roamed all over his wide back, nails grazing his skin and making his body twitch in anticipation. his heavy cock rested against your abdomen, smearing some of his juices onto your shirt.

alhaitham looked a bit conflicted. he desperately wanted to have you under his control tonight, to have you moaning his name again and again. the thought of you bending to his will thrilled him, his heart pounding against his chest. but then you'd have his overly sensitive nipple in a pinch, tugging incessantly, and pressing your hot tongue flat against the other through his bra, and he's easily reduced into small mewls and whimpers that he tried so hard to hold back.

"s-stop that- ngh! then i can actually do as i planned... haahhh..." if only you stopped attacking his chest, then maybe he could actually think straight. he was already so needy, his body screaming and begging for you to just fuck him dumb into oblivion, but he was stubborn. he refuses to give up until he's had this night in his own way.

but then your eyes darkened as an idea formed in your head. you gently moved alhaitham off of you and told him to get on all fours. he was going to argue with you, brows furrowed and a pout protruding his bottom lip, but you hushed him, promising him a reward.

oh, he's so cute, obeying at the simple premise of a reward, ass perked up in the air.

alhaitham narrowed his eyes at your sudden shift of behavior, growing more and more flustered as the seconds go by. sitting up on your knees, you gave him a soft smile, but your eyes twinkled brightly with mischief.

"looks like a stray cow escaped the barn," you mused, lips curling into a wolfish grin as alhaitham's mood quickly shifted from shock at the absurdity of your words, to embarrassed offense as his cheeks burned into deeper shades of red as he glared daggers at you. wearing the lingerie, losing his composure, and now getting on all fours by your command was already humiliating enough, but roleplaying?

alhaitham tries to ignore the way his cock jumps at your condescending stare, your grin mocking him in this degrading situation that puts his title as the acting grand sage of the akademiya to shame.

"i'm not going to-"

the loud sound of skin slapping against skin reverberated across your shared room, cutting him off as the sheets crumpled in his grip. alhaitham's breath got caught in his throat, along with his words, jolting at the sudden, harsh impact against his ass.

you tutted as you knead your palm at the reddening handprint on his cheek, the tingling pain lingering on his skin as he let out a deep breath through his nose. he turned his head to look back at you, glaring at you, a scowl prominent on his lips.

he may be pissed at you for catching him off guard, but you don't miss the way his bottom lip trembles as your hand soothes the surface of his skin. "cows don't talk," you remind him, tilting your head as your eyes darkened, "c'mon haitham, what sounds do cows make?"

alhaitham's adam's apple bobbed as he gulped nervously, body shaking both from anticipation and fear of what was about to come. his heart was beating erratically the more you look at him, almost convincing him that he was, indeed, lowly cattle that managed to escape the confines of your barn. he always felt so unbelievably helpless when you talk down on him.

"i'm not a-" he tries to speak, but it was only met with a slap on his ass. alhaitham gasps, his back arching as his thighs begin to restlessly rub against each other. he could feel his panties about to tear.

"stop, i-" you slapped his thigh, hard, and he accidentally let out a squeal. you don't even allow him to finish his sentence! you forced his legs to separate and his arms grew weak, his elbows now propping himself up against the bed. "let me talk-" each word he spoke, the harder your hand hits his skin.

fuck, the burn felt so good. he can't take it anymore. his cock kept drooling from the pleasurable pain of each slap you land on his ass, and it slowly oozed down the bed, dirtying your sheets. the thought of leaving marks on his skin brought tears to his eyes, lashes glittering with unshed tears as he pressed his lips tightly together.

you were mesmerized at how the fat of his ass jiggled at each slap, wanting to hit him more and more until it was as red as the prominent blush on his face. but you were dissatisfied at how quiet your dear alhaitham was, gritting his teeth and only whimpering under his breath, panting softly.

you huffed at his stubbornness, your hands now tenderly rubbing his poor abused skin, chuckling at how his neglected cock twitched and throbbed between his legs. "looks like i have to punish this misbehaving cattle for forgetting how to moo," you faked a disappointed sigh as manhandled alhaitham to lay on his back, relishing the shameful glare in his eyes, "but i have a different approach to remind my prized cow to moo again."

you didn't give him a moment's rest. after all, he was just cattle. a piece of meat for you to ravish, all for yourself. you laughed condescendingly at him as you looked at him with eyes clouded with a lustful haze, leaning down and capturing his lips into a loving kiss. all the while, your hand slipped inside his panties, fingertips playing with his sticky tip.

alhaitham was quick to return the kiss, his big arms wrapping around your neck as you tilt your head to deepen the kiss. he pliantly gave easy access to your tongue, moaning at how rough you were kissing him, his hand pushing the back of your head to taste you more.

then you pull away, wet kisses trailing down to his jawline and onto his neck, nipping on the sweet spots that make him cry in bliss, before dipping your head down further. your teeth made work to move his bra up, to finally reveal his perky buds to your awaiting, hungry mouth. you cast alhaitham a cheeky glance, his eyes half-lidded and seductively biting his lip, he looked so gorgeous with his eyes twinkling with the same hunger as yours, pretty reds painting his cheeks.

pressing your wet tongue flat against his nipple, you hear him moan your name in a sultry tone, and you hastily began sucking on his hardened bud, slurping lewdly and tugging on it with your teeth. his dick was pulsating in your hand, aching with fervent need as he utters how desperate he was for anything, quietly pleading.

and as much as you loved watching alhaitham reduced into nothing but a needy slut, it wasn't what you wanted to hear from his lips, and he still has ignored your request. so you didn't spare him any mercy when your hand suddenly grabbed hold of his fat cock, digging your thumb onto his slit, his juices dripping all over your hand and down to his shaft.

he keens at the feeling of your warm hand finally engulfing his length, airy groans leaving his lips as you moved your hand up and down at a rapid pace, unrelenting, tightening your grip as you continued to suckle on his nipples.

you know his body more than he does, you've taken your time analyzing everything about him; what makes him react the most, what makes him moan, cry and scream—with just your hand tugging on his cock made his luscious body arch his back beautifully as he held onto your shoulders, digging his nails and leaving pretty crescent marks.

it was so easy to make him unfold, your thumb teasing his sensitive glans as your hands jerked him off. his cock endlessly leaked with his juices, so much so that you're practically using his pre as lube to speed up, your shared room now only accompanied by the lewd schlck! schlck! shlck! of your hand and alhaitham's cries and moans as it grew louder and louder.

and yet you didn't stop when he finally spurts out ropes of his cum onto his tummy. he was trying to catch his breath, vision blurry from his tears. no, you only intensified the way your hands pleasured him. you pressed the palm of your other hand on his angry, red cock head and began rubbing, cooing at the way his hips jerk back at the stinging pain from the overstimulation.

it felt like his body was in flames, body squirming and thrashing, the bell on his collar ringing as you kept jerking and rubbing his poor cock, gathering his cum into your hands to make your movements slicker. his eyes rolled back as his mind went completely blank, his toes curling as his body convulsed at how sensitive he was. he was screaming, squeezing his eyes shut as his tongue lolled out of his mouth.

"s-stop! i just- FUCK! ffffuck oh fuck! shit, oh archons, p-pleeassee!" alhaitham pleads, his body indecisive whether to pull away at the overwhelming pleasure that's sending electrifying sparks all over his body and down to his toes, or to pull away from the numbing pain it comes with. "i can't t-take anymore! i-i- AH PLEEASEE! i'm- i'm gonna cum again!!"

you didn't dare stop your hands, even if he came once more, so hard it seeped through your fingers. oh, you adored how much of a mess he and you haven't even done too much, grinning ear to ear as he doubles over. the loud squelching of his wetness was practically music to your ears. he was seeing stars at the back of his eyes, gripping the sheets for his dear life. he was shaking his head as he babbled nonsense, gasping for breath, pleading for mercy in between his broken moans.

you simply tutted at him, cooing mockingly at your boyfriend as you seized your movements for a short while, and you watched his chest rise and fall, catching his breath. "what sounds do cows make, haitham?" you ask again, making him cry when you squeeze his dick for an answer.

"c'mon baby," you hear him sob when you start jerking him off again, his body shaking like a leaf, mind drowning too deep into the sensations that spread all over his body that he can't even answer you. "you're usually so smart. i know you're not that dumb to forget something like that."

finally, it seemed to click in alhaitham what you wanted.

his bottom lip quivered, too lost in the pleasure, but not enough to that he's unaware now of how utterly humiliating what he was about to do. swallowing down a moan, he let out a long, and pathetic 'moooo'.

the laugh you let out was so taunting, it echoed in his mind, and your eyes held nothing but mirth and lust. he hoped that you'd spare him some mercy for obeying, but it was only a foolish thought, you wanted to hear more. so he did, his sinful moans turning into shameful moo's, his pride completely shattered to pieces.

it's not like he could be too embarrassed about it anymore. he's too dumb to realize he's began mooing loudly like a cow getting milk for all he's worth.

with another harsh jerk, more of his thick cum splattered all over his stomach, reaching up to his chest. swiping your thumb over his slit that leaked with beads of cum, you leaned down to kiss him on the lips.

"sorry love, i'mma make you cum 'till you can't anymore," you promised, and he whined pitifully, watery eyes begging you, whether to stop or keep going, you know he wasn't sure.

"after all, what else are cows good for except milking?"

#» asmo's writings #» alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x male reader #sub alhaitham #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x male reader #sub genshin #sub genshin impact #genshin smut #this has been in my mind for ages im glad i can finally share it lol

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karteinss · 8 months

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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.

“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.”

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.

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