thinking about how alhaitham always seems too shy, too afraid when it comes to initiating physical intimacy with you. you were his first, and as he had no prior experience aside from those nights with you, he feels uncertain as to how he'll approach you. it's a wonder how you make it look so easy. you are usually so forthcoming with your wants and needs, and him, well, he really is a feeble scholar.
but god, when he finally does it, when he finally lets go of that rational thought holding him back, you could only think about how possible it is to want someone more than ever to the point that it drives you insane. if only you knew how you had already done that to him.
you look all too alluring sitting beside him in your comfy sweater and short skirt. that short skirt. how on teyvat could he focus on his book when the mere sight of you invites all of those obscene images? you're sitting there enjoying the new light novel you've gotten from inazuma while alhaitham is still on the first page, words and letters remaining foreign as he's already hard thinking of fucking you right there and then.
so, to your surprise, alhaitham shuts the book close and throws it on the coffee table. there's a look of concern on your face, but that is soon replaced with fluster when he suddenly slips a strong arm around your shoulders to bring himself closer. you feel his lips against your temple, his warm shaky breath sending shivers down your spine and to your core.
you should be saying anything, but your words die on your tongue when you feel his fingers lightly trail across from your stomach down to your skirt. his fingers easily find your clothed slit, and you could only gasp at him pressing at your dampness through the sheer material of your panties. it's embarrassing how you're already leaking from a few light touches, but fuck, you could never resist him, especially now that he's coming onto you like this.
light novel long forgotten, you grip at his thigh and spread out your legs a little further. and does he take that chance to move your panties to the side. a few strokes immediately leave you whining and feeling lightheaded.
"habibti," alhaitham whispers into your hair, and with that, he relishes in the way his middle finger slips into your wet cunt without any resistance. he gives it a few more thrusts before he slowly adds another finger that has you heaving.
his fingers are so long and thick they stretch you out, and he's pumping them inside you so good that you can't help but want for more.
"haitham, need you," you mewl, throwing your head back so you could get a glimpse of him.
and when he catches you looking at him through half-lidded eyes blown out from pleasure and lust, alhaitham doesn't think twice. he has to have you right now.
" my youth is in your past / you'll always have that / and though it didn't last / i hope our paths cross again " - NIKI, Paths
When the night sky is clearest as ever, the moon is waning, and the chill breeze wafts through the window curtains, the stars seem to burn brighter across the heavens in her eyes.
By the window in her dimly lit room, Satsuki looks up at the shining flecks in the sky, marking each and every of these stars in her wandering mind. Some shine on their own, some among others. And then, somewhere in what seems to be the darkest part of the skies, there are two stars twinkling side by side.
Has everything that happened between them written in the stars?
Having met as cheerful and wide-eyed children, to being a part of one another’s highs and lows until high school days, to suddenly having to face the bittersweet truth that the two of them have already grown apart.
Is it even of any use to explain such things through planets and stars? Up to this day, Satsuki can’t find any words to reason through it.
After all, the truth was a big wave hovering over them ever since, waiting for the exact moment to crash down and drown them with the earth-shattering reality that perhaps everything is too late.
And yet she still can’t help herself from looking for his deep blue eyes whenever she comes across a friend from middle school and high school. Her head unconsciously whips towards the way where there are sounds of a basketball dribbling and shoes thudding across the pavement. Everything seems to remind her.
As if she can ever forget. Satsuki remembers his mother telling her that God will always listen to her calls and pain when she had been crying about a guy in their family living room. She remembers how he frowned visibly at his mother’s sudden intrusion and how his reaction got her to laugh for the first time that day.
She remembers everything. And yet God had seemingly forgotten what to do when she was praying for him at death’s door.
It is one thing losing someone so dear to you and another when it all happens amidst the rough.
Questions are left unanswered. Bleeding wounds are gouged out. There is no one to argue with anymore. No one to give the silent treatment to. No one to resolve things with.
And so they say that time heals all. Years have already passed since she lost him. It might have gotten easier as the pain has become a numb, hollow sensation. Some wounds have become scars, while some open out of nowhere, leaving her to change the bloodied bandages on her own.
But being reminded by the stars is not her reopening another. She believes she will get there someday; Satsuki believes that somewhere in the stars out there, their paths will cross again, and that thought is enough.
note : i think i'm back? sorry if the writing seemed kinda rough since i wrote it to get myself back into writing (while also listening to niki's new album !!) i have so much in store because of the ideas ive been getting from songs and real life experiences (lmao) and i'm excited to share them with yall : )
involves ! modern au, ( nsfw themes ) cheating, fingering, unprotected sex
author's note : it's been a while (years!) since i wrote smut, but i had this diluc brainrot i couldn't get out of my head while trying to sleep... so here it is. i'll most likely write a full-blown fic out of this idea but for now, this will make do. also!!! do mind the themes mentioned above!!!
So close, yet so far.
He is Diluc Ragnvindr, a member of the wealthiest clan in all of Mondstadt, a star player for a rival university’s esteemed basketball team, and it is known that he is currently engaged to an heiress from another prominent family back home. You are the unica hija of an affluent political family in your nation, spending time miles away from home to study business at a prestigious university. Although you and Diluc run in the same circles, the both of you already know ever since the very first meeting that you cannot be together.
Hence why it is a well-kept secret that Diluc fucks you whenever he gets a chance to be with you.
Sneaking out after training sessions and games, after scheduled dinner dates with the woman his father had arranged for him to marry, after and in between classes, in the privacy of your luxury apartment, Diluc always manages to take your attention away from anything else for you to focus on him alone.
He would always greet you with a fervor kiss that never fails to make your knees weak, slipping an arm behind you and another under the bend of your knees to carry you to your bed. Then he would take his time undressing you, trailing soft kisses and words along every corner of your body.
“I’ve missed you so much,” Diluc would say before he’d run the flat of his tongue across the perk of your breast for a taste he ceaselessly longs for. He would then look up at you with those fiery red eyes full of lust to take in the sight of you panting for more. “Did you miss me, my love?”
His mouth would leave every part of you burning with need and desperation that you could never resist running and tugging your fingers through his untied long red hair.
No matter how much you would writhe under him and how much you would beg for him to take you right there, Diluc doesn’t. Instead he meets your lips for another kiss as he slips a hand down to your entrance, gathering slick and rubbing your folds with the pads of his fingers. And when you’re finally whimpering in anticipation, slowly, he’d bury two digits inside down to the knuckles before he starts moving them in and out of you at a gradual pace. Soon, you’re grabbing onto his shoulders hard and sobbing against his wide chest, toes curling from his long fingers hitting the right spots.
But there are times when impatience would get the best of him. Whether it is out of frustration or out of his overwhelming desire for you, he’d immediately get rid of his clothes and fill you with his throbbing cock to the hilt. There’s a familiar sting as you could never get used to his size, but that pain is shortly replaced with pleasure when he begins rutting into you. He just fucks you senselessly that the queen-sized bed underneath you creaks from every single time his hips meet yours.
You’re both panting, and you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter whenever you hear him let out a guttural moan. Your legs are getting numb, but he holds onto your thighs tight to keep you in place without taking his eyes off of you.
“Fuck, right there!” you wail out as soon as you feel that familiar high, your heart’s rapid beating ringing in your ears and your vision becoming hazy.
Wrapping your legs around his waist, Diluc closes the gap between the two of you and buries his face in the crook of your neck. His strokes are now heavy, every thrust against your walls sending you into a mind-numbing frenzy. Your orgasm is nearing its peak, leaving you a stuttering mess. And you finally come with a choked sob escaping your throat, your back arching and your nails digging into his skin.
He continues pounding into you despite the overstimulation it brings, chasing his own high. Groaning against your neck, he spills his seed inside you. He only slows down and doesn’t pull out until he is sure that his cum is spilling out of you with a last few thrusts. He lays down on top of you afterwards, pressing his lips on the corner of your lips.
“I love you,” Diluc would always tell you. His gaze would then turn gentle, a stark difference from his usual demeanor, and it strikes a chord within you, once again setting your heart thumping apace.
Despite your unfortunate circumstances, you convince yourself that it’s better this way. Way better than having to regret not spending a part of your life with him.
involves ! nsfw themes (no explicit sexual content), fuck buddy arrangement, kissing, angst, one-sided love
author's note : couldn't sleep even tho i have my finals exam in a few hours. how do i get alhaitham out of my mind help
you wonder how did you get to this point.
you were not in the mood for sex, and alhaitham only knew that once he had just gotten to your place. you didn't provide him with any kind of explanation, but even so, he was pretty understanding of your feelings and respected your decision. and yet, for some reason you can't comprehend, he asked if he could stay for awhile. even when you two are merely fuck buddies, nothing more and nothing less.
it puzzled you. as far as you knew, both of you agreed on a contractual relationship of sexual nature, and for the most part, it stayed that way. neither of you has ever attempted to pursue more than that, hence why you aren't even close friends with him. he also never stays over. until now.
so what changed?
you know that you should never feel bad for saying no, but he probably had gone here straight from his mind-grueling work. your mind was telling you to keep your boundaries for the sake of your waning sanity, while your heart was whispering for you to take the leap.
now is your chance. take it.
you let him stay.
alhaitham sat at the end of the couch while you made yourself cozy at the other end. you could remember that he was reading a book in a language that you couldn't understand while you continued watching the romance movie you were previously indulging yourself in. and there was a huge gap between the two of you that could only be closed if one was brave enough to do so.
now, you're wondering how you got to this point.
you can't remember how, but all of a sudden, you find yourself in the comfort of his lap, gently tracing the stubbles on his jaw with the tips of your fingers. his turquoise eyes are currently fixated on the film playing on the television screen, book long gone from his hands that are now holding you in place. you have long forgotten the show you were watching as you are too busy studying his handsome face at the moment.
you have never done this before. you have once wanted to, maybe sometimes, but as it is a whole different kind of intimacy, doing so would be overstepping the line you drew.
soon you find his gaze on you. your fingers stop at what they're doing, and instead, settle on the breadth of his chest. you feel heat run up to your cheeks.
"what's wrong?" alhaitham asks, his deep voice tinged with concern.
you.
"nothing," you tell him with a small and shy smile.
his arms tighten their hold around your waist. you wish to the archons that he doesn't notice how your heart is beating loudly in your chest.
he takes his attention back to the television. "kaveh's been complaining about how you aren't hanging out with him lately."
it's because of you.
you let the words linger on the tip of your tongue. then you heave a sigh, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck. "is that why you're here?"
there is a slight pause before his answer comes. "yes."
you study his features again, and his expression has remained cold and distant that suddenly you miss seeing him melting in your touch. you try to resist the nagging urge to do something, to feel him on your lips, to see how he would react. will he shy away? or will he return it?
and so you lean closer, pressing your lips lightly against his jaw. you hear his breath hitch and feel his hands still. as you pepper featherlight kisses along the line of his jaw, you readjust yourself on his lap so that you're straddling him, his hands now on the curve of your ass.
you have never kissed him before. but now, you're about to cross that line. you steel yourself for one moment when you reach the corner of his slightly parted lips. he looks at you with his eyes darkened with need and lust as you card your fingers through his soft gray hair. and then, this time, you finally lean in to kiss his lips.
your stomach coils itself at the warmth of his lips on yours. and when he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, your heart is ready to burst at the seams. his hand reaches up to the back of your neck, his tongue licking into your mouth with fervor, tasting you right there and then. you mewl from all the emotions swirling within you, your mind running empty from the way he kisses you good.
he ends up taking you there on the couch that night, and for the first time in your arrangement with him, you silently cried in his arms from all the pleasure and ache you felt as he pounded his cock into you, capturing your lips in another heated kiss which you'd wish was full of yearning.
the truth is... i'm in love with you. but this will do for now.
