haitham, read this! (alhaitham x fem! reader smut)
synopsis: oh no⊠you left your romance novel in your project partnerâs room, covered in sticky notes confessing, âi wish haitham could fuck me like this :( â on every steamy scene.
mdni (18 + content), college au, porn with slight plot, warnings: fingering, use of language, p in v, no use of condom (wrap it before u tap it). reader is the opposite of haitham.
word count: 3.1k
you always had some way to annoy alhaitham.
when he first met you, he knew he was going to dislike you. your professor had paired you together for a research project, and he hadnât really cared, he expected either a lazy partner or someone useless. He did not anticipate you.
perfume so strong it lingered long after you had left, lips glossy and pink, a cheery, infectious smile plastered on your face. and then you spoke.
âoh?â you said, tilting your head lightly. âdidnât know I was going to be paired with a cutie.â a giggle followed, high-pitched and bright, and he almost, almost - wanted to walk away then and there.
from that moment on, you were glued to his side. he had not wanted you sitting next to him in class, but of course, you had an excuse ready.
âit would be better if we sat together, ya know? also⊠you look lonely. i canât leave my partner alone,â you chirped, pink gloss catching the light, your perfume hanging heavy in the air.
he had looked at you, expression flat. pathetic, he thought. âyou are a distraction,â he muttered, and returned to his laptop.
you didnât seem to hear him. you were relentless-sitting too close, leaning into his arm as you whispered about college gossip he didnât care about.
âdid you know kaeya is sleeping with albedo from my art class?â you asked, tone playful.
unnecessary, he thought, jaw tightening. âthat is irrelevant.â
but still, he indulged it, because it was impossible not to notice you. your skirt rode a little too high, your thin-strap tops left your shoulders bare, and when you leaned over his laptop, he caught glimpses of lace he had no right to see. your perfume was a constant assault, and your energy-impossibly bright and bubbly; seemed designed to pierce through his calm, ordered world. every tilt of your head, every bounce of your knee brushing against him, chipped at his patience in a way he refused to admit.
then there was the lollipop a few weeks back. you leaned over your notes, cherry-colored gloss leaving a mark on the stick, lips wrapped around it so perfectly, so tantalizing. alhaitham had looked up-and simply could not take it. he stood abruptly, muttering something about needing the bathroom, leaving you blinking after him, confusion written across your face. your giggle followed him down the hall, light and teasing, leaving him acutely aware of just how much your presence affected him.
he hated it. hated noticing. hated the tension coiling in his chest when you brushed too close. and yet⊠he did notice. every. single. thing.
you never focused on taking down notes in class instead you doodled drawings of radom items, people and sometimes alhaitham. he had caught himself quietly printing out his own lecture notes for you, sliding them onto your desk while you twirled strands of hair around your fingers, completely absorbed in your own world.
you bounced back to your seat with something sugary and extravagant, practically vibrating with excitement one day. you had set your drink down alongside his own black coffee, silently glaring as you leaned in, swiping whipped cream from the rim with your tongue and humming a little tune.
and then there was the nickname. haitham. one careless syllable, honeyed and teasing, and his hand would freeze mid-keystroke. âhaitham,â he would snap, voice clipped, low. you would giggle, tilting your head as though you had won some invisible game.
you invaded his dorm too, leaving traces behind: colorful pens in mugs, a plushie tucked among his gray-toned books, even notebooks curling with your handwriting. he had wanted to tell you to leave, to reclaim his ordered, quiet space-but somehow, he hadnât. somehow, he hadnât minded entirely.
and yet, through it all, there were moments he could not ignore. the quiet way you read romance novels in the corner, your shoulders soft and relaxed, eyes occasionally flicking up to him. the little blush when praised. the sparkle in your gaze when he handed you notes or corrected a mistake. you were infuriating. you were impossible. and somehow, beneath the chaos, beneath the incessant giggling and skirts and perfume, he had begun to notice things he was certain he should not.
you had become a thorn he could not remove, a bright, unpredictable force in his ordered world. and when you were gone for a while likely with ajax, that insufferable college jock and one of your casual flings-he felt the absence keenly. he hated it. hated that he even noticed. hated the way the dorm felt quieter, his thoughts emptier without your chatter, your movement, your very presence.
you were out again with ajax, leaving alhaitham alone in the quiet of his dorm. the sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting thin lines across his desk, and thatâs when he noticed it, a book left carelessly open on the corner, slightly tilted, as if you had just set it down and walked away.
a romance novel. normally, he didnât care what you read, but something about it being left here, abandoned yet so deliberately placed, drew his attention. the cover was colorful, slightly worn, and he noticed the sticky tabs protruding from nearly every chapter-pink, green, yellow, each one a little flag pointing to something important, something you had marked.
he leaned over, picking it up with precise fingers. the faint scent of your perfume seemed to linger on the pages, subtle but unmistakable, reminding him that you had been here recently. the corners of the pages were bent just enough to show you had read this one over multiple times, and the faint crease along the spine suggested you had held it in your hands for hours.
curiosity pried him further. he flipped through randomly, eyes scanning quickly, until one page caught him off guard. a neon green sticky note, scribbled in your handwriting, fluttered slightly in the light breeze from the open window. he squinted, and his eyes widened imperceptibly as he read it:
âwish haitham could do this to me.â
alhaitham froze. his gaze flicked down to the page itself. the scene was graphic, heated, written in vivid detail, enough to make any rational personâs attention sharpen immediately. and then he noticed the deliberate alterations: the original character names scratched out, replaced with his name for the male lead and yours for the female.
'jace alhaitham's fingers stuffed her leaking cunt , breathy moans leaving her parted lips'
he blinked, momentarily speechless. the precision, the care, the audacity of it all⊠it was unmistakably you. he could feel his chest tighten, a low coil of irritation and something he refused to name. curiosity prickled alongside a strange, unwanted awareness of himself, his pulse slightly faster than it should have been.
the dorm felt suddenly smaller, quieter, almost charged, and he found himself carefully closing the book, placing it exactly where you had left it. the light hit the sticky notes again, bright and inescapable, almost like it was taunting him.
he leaned back in his chair, jaw tightening. not out of embarrassment-not exactly but from the weight of realizing just how much thought you had put into this, how deliberately you had replaced the characters with the two of you. his mind, so meticulously trained to ignore distractions, kept returning to it: you had thought of me. like this. with me.
he reaches out for his phone, fingers taping on to your chat as he typed out a simple message.
'hey, come over. need to discuss something about the research project.'
instantly you replied back.
'kayy, will be there in a few ;3'
and though he refused to admit it aloud, he couldnât stop the tension coiling quietly in his chest and the throb of his cock.
alhaitham had you sprawled across his lap, that ridiculous short skirt of yours flipped up, your ass exposed, save for the thin scrap of fabric you dared to call panties. You were bare from the waist up, your breasts pressing against his thighs, your hardened nipples brushing his thigh with every shift.
one of his hands held the book you had been reading, opened precisely to the page youâd marked with a green sticky note. the knuckles of his other hand traced slowly down your spine, sending a shiver through you as you arched into his touch. a shaky moan slipped from your parted, glossed lips.
âi didnât know you imagined me while reading such words,â alhaitham murmured, his voice low, his gaze heavy on the growing wet patch at the center of your panties. His knuckles stilled just above the waistband, resting at the small of your back, as if savoring the power in the moment.
he shifted his thighs, forcing your nipples to drag against them. The friction pulled a stifled moan from your throat, your eyes already shimmering with tears of humiliation, anticipation, and want tangling together.
his knuckles lingered. the tension between you stretched thin, your breathing ragged, your words catching before they could form. then, with infuriating patience, he slid two fingers beneath the hem of your panties and tugged them to the side.
your body jolted, a whimper caught in your throat as your arousal caught the light. your clit pulsed, aching for attention, and alhaitham nearly groaned at the sight. finally, after months of skirts and lace that taunted him, you were laid bare across his lap.
his fingers hovered close enough that you could feel their heat ghosting over your swollen lips, but instead of giving in, his voice cut through the charged silence.
âhis fingers gently circle her clit,â he read aloud. as though following the script, his touch brushed against you, slow, deliberate, tracing your clit in soft circles.
a sob tore free of your chest, your fists gripping the bedding beneath him, your body twitching under the teasing contact.
alhaithamâs cock strained beneath you, the sight of you spread across his lap nearly undoing him. he let one finger press against your fluttering, soaked entrance before easing it inside. your walls clenched tight around him, desperate and trembling.
âafter he added one finger, he added another,â alhaitham read aloud, his voice steady despite the heat in his eyes. and just as the words left his lips, he pushed a second finger in beside the first, this time rougher, forcing a broken sob from your throat.
âhe moved his fingers in me, starting slow, then fasterâŠâ he continued, tone unhurried, measured. his hand, however, betrayed no mercy. his fingers began their rhythm, slow and deliberate at first, then quickening, plunging deeper as the wet sounds of your body filled the room.
your thighs trembled violently, your fists twisting the bedding as wave after wave of sensation broke over you. each thrust stretched you further, his fingers curling, dragging heat from your core until you were unraveling beneath him.
alhaithamâs cock throbbed at the sight- your pussy clenching around his fingers, dripping wetness down onto his thigh, your body wrecked against his lap. still, his hand never faltered, stretching you wider, pressing you harder, as if determined to carve his presence into every inch of you.
the way your cunt felt around his fingers, so tight, so warm; it made his cock throb, precum leaking at the tip. he needs to feel your pussy around his cock, squeezing his cock and milking him dry.
his fingers left you with a wet sound, and your walls fluttered around the emptiness, aching for more. you gasped, shuddering at the loss, but alhaitham only dragged his slick fingers across your pussy lips before slipping them into his mouth. his eyes darkened as he sucked them clean, savoring the taste of your desperation.
he takes you off his lap and places you on top of the bed. tearing off your skirt and panties, then taking of his shirt and pants. then you felt it-the heavy press of his cock against your soaked entrance. thick, hot, and unyielding. he nudged himself between your thighs, forcing your thighs wider, his tip nudging against your swollen folds. he didnât push in. not yet. Instead, he rocked his hips just enough for his length to slide through your slick, dragging along your clit before settling back at your entrance again.
you whined, body trembling, trying to sink down onto him, but his grip on your waist was iron. he held you still, making you feel every agonizing drag of his cock as he coated himself in your wetness letting the tip of his cock circle around your twitching clit.
âfeel that?â he rasped, his breath hot against your ear. âthis is what youâve wanted ? reading those filthy fantasies, imagining its my cock fucking you when you could have just asked me for the real thingâ
he pressed forward, just barely breaching your entrance, the blunt head of his cock stretching you open. your breath hitched, a sob caught in your throat as he stilled, forcing your body to adjust around the thick intrusion. your walls fluttered, clenching down, pulling him deeper without his permission.
he groaned, low and guttural, his jaw tight with restraint. slowly, inch by inch, he eased himself inside, splitting you apart with agonizing patience. every fraction of him made your body seize and tremble, your nails clawing at the bedding as tears pricked at your eyes.
you could feel the veins along his cock dragging against your walls, each shallow thrust forward stretching you further. he paused halfway, chest heaving, savoring how you squirmed and sobbed beneath him, your cunt desperately trying to swallow him whole.
when he finally bottomed out, buried to the hilt, the stretch knocked the breath from your lungs. your walls clamped down around him, pulsing, fluttering, milking him already. alhaithamâs head dropped to your shoulder, a broken groan tearing from his throat as he fought to keep still, to not pound into you immediately.
the room was filled with your ragged breathing, the slick sounds of your bodies pressed together.
alhaithamâs thrusts were brutal, dragging cries from your throat that his fingers quickly swallowed when he shoved them past your lips. your babbling choked into muffled sobs, your tongue pressed against the taste of your own slick on his skin.
your pretty ruined gloss lips struggling to suck on his fingers, his cock twitching even more at seeing you so stuffed.
your body quaked under him, your slick coating his thighs with every sharp snap of his hips. he leaned close, his words curling against your ear as he slammed into you again.
âtell me,â he growled, jaw tight with restraint, âdoes ajax fuck you this good?â
your walls fluttered at the name, shame heating your chest, but your mouth was too full to answer. your muffled protest dissolved into a sob when he thrust harder, making the bed frame groan. he smirked at your silence, at the way your body betrayed you, clenching tighter, taking him deeper, giving him every answer without a single word.
âofr once,â he said, pulling his soaked fingers from your mouth and letting a string of spit break across your lips, âyouâre quiet. obedient.â
but then, the moment his fingers slipped free, your broken voice spilled out.
âhaithamââ
the sound of that irritating nickname, raw and needy on your lips, made his cock twitch inside you. his breath hitched, a groan tearing from his throat as his control shattered.
âsay it again,â he demanded, hips grinding deep before slamming forward with punishing force.
âhaitham!â you cried, your voice cracking as your nails clawed at the bedding.
he groaned low, almost desperate, his pace unraveling into something harsher, faster. each thrust drove you further into the sheets, his name ripped from your throat again and again, the only word left in you.
âthatâs it,â he growled, voice ragged, rutting into you as if the sound alone pushed him deeper.
the room filled with the slick slap of your bodies, your broken cries of âhaitham,â and the guttural sounds spilling from him, both of you drowning in the ruin he had wanted all along.
each slam of his hips driving you closer to the edge, your walls fluttering and clenching impossibly tight around him. your cries of his name were raw and desperate, a broken mantra that matched every pulse of his cock inside you.
his breathing was ragged, chest heaving, and the tip of him pulsed with the tight coil of his own approaching release. he was about to pull out, to let both of you come down from the edgeâŠ
but your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him flush against you. your hands gripped his shoulders, pressing him closer, and your voice, shaky, needy, but impossibly firmâcut through the haze:
âno. inside. i want your cum inside of me" your eyes glassy with tears, your lips puff. " please haitham, want to feel every drop of your hot cum in me.â
his hips stilled at your words, the words shattered every ounce of restraint he had left. his eyes darkened, jaw tight, and his cock twitched inside you as he slammed forward again, harder, deeper, filling you completely with every inch of him - with a new ounce of energy, his hips bruising in the way they thrusted into you.
your walls clenched around him, gripping him like a vice, each tight squeeze pulling him further into madness. The sensations stacked impossibly high, your trembling body clashing with his heaving hips, wet sounds echoing through the room, your cries of âhaitham!â ringing over and over.
he caught your hips in his hands, forcing you impossibly close, and every brutal, heaving thrust sent sparks of pleasure that made your vision blur. your own orgasm built, waves crashing through you as your walls fluttered and clamped him, shuddering against each pulse of his cock.
âsay it,â he demanded, almost desperate. âsay my nameâ
âhaitham! haitham! haitham!â you sobbed, every repetition breaking you further, every cry driving him harder, faster, deeper.
the sensation became unbearable, your cunt clenching, grinding against him, every pulse a vice around his cock until finally, with a guttural groan, he came, ropes of his cum filling you utterly, his body shuddering violently as his damp forehead came to press on yours.
his lips crushed into yours as you moaned in the kiss, fingers clawing at his back as his tongue grazes against yours.
you didnât let him pull out. your legs tightened around him, your own orgasm ripping through you, long, trembling, and overwhelming. every wave of pleasure sent your walls tightening, fluttering, and milking him, dragging him deeper into your climax, until the two of you were gasping, trembling, and utterly wrecked together.
after a few minutes, your legs fell limp around him as he gently pulled out of you, your pussy twitched at this a soft moan leaving you as his cock slips out and the mixture of yours and his cum spilling from inside your cunt dribbling down your ass onto the sheet.
alhaitham laid on your side and pulled you into his arms, your body melting into his touch.
"tell me, how long have you been replacing the charactersâ names in your romance books with ours?â
note from usagii !
itâs being a while since Iâve wrote smut and actually writing somethingâŠjust wanted to write something short before i start any bigger fanfics, iâm currently working on a gojo fanfic so yay :)
Warnings: its on the title, I don't think I need to say more.
Masterlist
You always flutter around him for like an hour, trying to take the thought out of your mind and get away from him, but you can't.
He notices, obivously he does, but also he doesn't say anything at all.
"I don't know what you think of but get it out now or you won't stop." he says on a neutral tone.
You feel hesitant at first but then fully commit to it, and now you are only in your shirt.
His eyes travel for a second to your crotch when you step in front of him but nothing more.
You sat on lap and undo his belt and trousers while he tries to continue reading the book.
You pump his cock a couple of times and you can see how he grips the pages with strenght and also grunts.
You finally put it inside and he lets out a full whimper, which you smirked and he did like nothing happened.
You tried moving but he didn't let you and inmovilized your waist.
"I have to finish this study."
He simply says and you have to indulge while the hotness between you both starts getting bigger and more suffocating.
One of his hands is almost ripping the book in half while the other is moving up and down obsessively over your back.
Since you can't move, you decided to hug him and place your head on his shoulder.
From time to time you let out a little moan onto his ear with the excuse of readjusting yourself or even talk about how good the situation is making you feel.
He swores he could have died that moment, but he really really needs to finish the papers even if you are torturing him on the process.
So, reader has been a genshin player for a while and a dedicated Alhaitham main, always gushing over him when theyâre able to get a good look at his model. Which, unbeknownst to reader, he can hear them, the characters are aware to some degree. But then they get isekaiâd into the game and proceed to avoid him like the plague because heâs very hot intimidating in person and also almost a foot taller than reader
Could I maybe get a drabble or hcs of this stupid lil thing?
âAm I Still Perfect?â
Tags: Alhaitham x Reader, Drabble, Isekai, Fluff, Humor, Light Embarrassment.
A/N: please make sure to read the pinned post next time (especially the closed reqs)đ§ââïž... I'm making an exception this time but I won't do it again.
[Kaveh's ver]
You had always admired Alhaitham from the comfort of your screen. His sharp wit, broad shoulders, and meticulously crafted voice lines made him your favorite Genshin character. Pulling him during his banner felt like winning the lottery, and you were notorious among your friends for your constant gushing over him.
âLook at him,â youâd sigh, zooming in on his model during idle animations. âHeâs so perfect.â
Unbeknownst to you, Alhaitham was well aware of your doting admiration. The Travelerâs world (aka your world) wasnât as disconnected as you thought, and your praises reached his ears like whispers on the wind. He never mentioned it, of course. What use would it be to comment on the opinions of someone from an entirely different dimension?
Then you woke up in Sumeru.
You werenât sure how it happened, but you were here, flesh and bone in a world you once navigated with a mouse and keyboard (or your phone). The lush foliage and warm breeze were incredible, but so was the realization that youâd be meeting the people you once thought of as mere pixels.
People like him.
The first time you saw Alhaitham in the Akademiya, you nearly fainted. Not because you were starstruckâthough you certainly wereâbut because he was much more intimidating in person. His presence was magnetic, his sharp eyes even more piercing than you couldâve imagined, and his sheer height made you feel like a mouse in the shadow of a falcon.
You ducked behind a bookshelf, heart hammering. No way. Absolutely not. You could not face him.
From then on, you avoided him like the plague. If you saw his hair glinting in the sun, youâd take another path. If you heard his voice nearby, youâd excuse yourself from the conversation and flee.
But Alhaitham wasnât stupid. Heâd noticed you skulking around, eyes wide as you scurried away whenever he entered a room.
âStrange,â he murmured to himself one day. âThey seemed far more enthusiastic in their words before.â
Finally, your luck ran out. You turned a corner in the marketplace and smacked straight into him. His firm chest was like a wall, and you stumbled back, your brain short-circuiting as you craned your neck to meet his gaze.
âCareful,â he said, his voice low and measured. âYou might hurt yourself running around like that.â
âIâIâuhââ Words failed you.
He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head. âYouâve been avoiding me. Why?â
Your face burned. Oh no, he noticed?! âN-no reason! Youâre justâuhâvery busy, and I didnât want to bother you!â
His lips twitched, the faintest ghost of a smirk. âI donât mind being bothered. In fact, I think you owe me an explanation for all the⊠glowing praise youâve been giving me.â
You wanted to sink into the ground. He knows?!
âThatâsâuhâitâs notâuhâŠâ
He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice so only you could hear. âAm I still⊠perfect?â
Your knees wobbled. Alhaitham straightened, a satisfied glint in his eye. âIâll take your silence as a yes. Now then, I believe Iâll see you around more often.â
And with that, he walked away, leaving you frozen, flustered, and thoroughly defeated.
