#alhaitha

✦ SCARAMOUCHE :

- user [wandererr] :

she came over again last night.

i told her to leave. she said “make me.”

so i did.

made her beg. made her sob. made her say it:

“i’m yours.”

could never get tired of her voice when she’s all messy and whiny.

she came while crying. she’s such a slut.

last updated: 04:12 AM

“pathetic little girl,” Scaramouche muttered, fingers already so deeply buried inside of you that you swore you could see stars. “Always wet even while you’re pretending to hate me. Yeah? You hate that?”

You moaned sharply, too loud. His other hand covered your mouth in an instant, leaning in close to whisper another string of condescending insults into your ear, his breath so hot against your skin.

“Aw, feels that good? Don’t start crying now. You’re acting like you didn’t come here for this.”

You tried to say something, some insult or weak defense, but it was barely credible with your legs spread wide and his fingers still knuckle-deep inside your cunt. And then he curled his digits just the right way and—

Your knees buckled, tears rimming your eyes. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop— please!”

“Yeah. Just like that,” he whispered, watching you with blown pupils and a sick sort of adoration, nothing short but obsessive. “Say it. Say who you belong to.”

You were already a mess, already crying. The tears were slipping down your cheeks, catching at the corner of your lips and Scaramouche kissed them away. Clenching tight around his long fingers, you knew exactly who you belonged to. Your whimpers were quiet against his palm, but you sobbed into it like you wanted him to break you.

“yours—!” you gasped. “‘m yours— fuck!”

✦ ALHAITHAM :

- user [scribe.alh] :

i told her once that she’s a distraction.

she said “good.”

sometimes i wonder if she just needs someone to fuck the attitude out of her.

can’t be normal with the way she’s arguing and disagreeing with basically anything i say just to piss me off.

she’s wrong.

i’m not pissed off.

not at all.

but her smart mouth does need some fixing.

last updated : 01:39 AM

Alhaitham never raised his voice. He didn’t need to. You were already on all fours, hoodie pushed up and underwear thrown into a corner of your room, his cock so deep inside of you, and all he’s said so far was—

“Tell me what you want.”

You tried. Really. But your voice breaks around the second syllable of his name, and he hummed. As if your utter incompetence was to be expected, and he wasn’t just blowing your back out.

The movements of his hips were relentless. His hands grabbed the curves of your waist, using your body to his desire, and all you could do was moan and whimper into your pillows.

“You picked a fight over the thesis I wrote, and now you’re soaking wet. Very cute.”

One of his hands caressed over your back and slithered around your stomach, lifting you up by a bit. The other deepened your arch.

“Is this what you wanted?”

His tone is cold and clinical, “you throw a tantrum just to get me to fuck you?”

You nodded, too fast and too desperate for release. Alhaitham frowns down at you.

“Words.”

“Yes— Yes, fuck—please— ‘m gonna come!”

Alhaitham leaned down, stuffing you so full of his cock that all you could see was static behind your eyelids.

“Atta girl,” he said flatly.

But even after reaching your orgasm, he plowed into you like he’d finally gone mad. He didn’t pull away even for a second, just leaning down your back and breathing soooo softly against the skin of your neck.

“You’re the best distraction of them all.”