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Rating:
Explicit

Archive Warning:
No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:
F/M
Fandom:
原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)

Relationship:
Alhaitham (Genshin Impact)/Reader

Characters:
Alhaitham (Genshin Impact), Reader
Additional Tags:
Smut, Dom/sub, Dacryphilia, Desk Sex, Cervix
Fucking, Rough Sex, Emotional Manipulation,
Corruption, Breeding, Overstimulation, Teacher-
Student Relationship, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Dom
Alhaitham (Genshin Impact), Praise Kink, Mind Break

Language:
English
Series:
Part 1 of mentor haitham ● Next Work →
Stats:
Published: 2023-01-18 Words: 6,134 Chapters:
1/1 Comments: 81 Kudos: 764 Bookmarks: 100
Hits: 18,020

Perfect Little Scholar

REV3RIE
Summary:
You were the perfect scholar. The
brightest, the smartest, and the one
with the most potential. You had the
utmost confidence in your abilities, and
everyone fully believed in you.

Who would’ve thought you could be

broken into a needy slut?

Notes:
this was written b4 haitham’s character
story quest so it doesn’t really make
sense canonically. i thought haitham
was respected in the akademiya but ig
not :,)

but this is porn— so does it really have

to make sense?

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

It wasn’t like you to lose your composure.

Throughout your years, you were always hailed as the

perfect scholar. You always did what you were told, you
learned quickly and eagerly, and desperately you
hungered for recognition and knowledge. Everyone
considered you as a high ranking Akademiya scholar in
the makings, someone who would grow up to make great
contributions to Sumeru’s wisdom— and you too had the
confidence in yourself that you would make it big.

It was that confidence that allowed you to get so far in

life. For as long as you could remember, you chased the
goal of wanting to be seen and to be acknowledged by
everyone, and you knew you had the talents to achieve
it. You were always at the top, and everyone always had
nothing but praise about your work.

For a while, you were happy. You were happy because

everyone looked at you. You were happy because you
were being recognized by so many. You had finally made
a name for yourself, and all that was left was to keep
climbing up higher and higher and make yourself known
to absolutely everyone. After all, if you kept screaming
“look at me!”, it was inevitable that all eyes would
eventually be on you. So, despite only being in the
Akademiya for about a year, you had already made a
name for yourself. Almost all eyes were focused on your
shining potential.

One day, a letter appeared on your desk. Curious, you

opened it, and when you read the contents, you froze.
You reread it again and again, your eyes glazing over the
same sentences, to make sure what you were seeing was
actually correct.

Is this real? you thought. Allowing yourself a second to

let the contents of the letter sink in, you smiled.

You landed a position as an apprentice for the renowned

Scribe, Alhaitham— a highly competitive and sought
after position by the newest scholars.

At first, you celebrated. It was proof that all your prior

endeavors and determination had been acknowledged by
the higher ups of the Akademiya. You couldn’t believe
you had landed such a privileged position, and you were
excited to be able to work with and learn from
Alhaitham. You cheered from the top of your lungs,
running around your small office in joy, celebrating your
offer within the private confines of your office. Feelings of
accomplishment and pride soared through your veins.
You’ve been noticed. You’ve been seen.

In your days as a new scholar, Alhaitham always seemed

to catch your eye. The way he carried himself with such
quiet prestige and confidence made you admire him.
Furthermore, everyone always raved about his wits and
intelligence. It was only natural that you wanted to
become like him when you were older. If he became your
mentor, you would be able to learn so much valuable
insight and information. And so, you took on your job
with enthusiastic rigor.

Oh, how short that joy would last.

You should have picked up on all the previous hints. The

way how Alhaitham never seemed to take on an
apprentice willingly, and the way how all who were
assigned to him ended up quitting a few weeks later. But
you were just too confident and conceited, too eager to
continue rising, too blind to realize just how hellish it
would be to work under the Scribe.

You should have never accepted that offer. Or maybe,

that offer was a blessing— just not your average, holy,
pure blessing.

“What do you mean I’m not enough!?” you angrily

slammed your hands down on Alhaitham’s desk, your
body hot with fury. Never in your life had your
temperament been challenged so many times.

“Do I have to repeat myself over and over again?”

No matter what you did, no matter how hard you tried to

show Alhaitham your potential, he never seemed to care.
Despite the amount of times you tried your hardest to
prove yourself throughout the months working for him,
Alhaitham always looked to the side with those same
unimpressed eyes. It ticked you off so much. It chipped
away at your sanity. It was slowly, slowly but surely,
tearing you apart.

Alhaitham carelessly brushed off your report onto the

side of his desk, not caring about the way a few pages
teetered over the edge and scattered down onto the
floor. He didn’t think much of his actions, at the way your
hard work just fell to the floor like a worthless piece of
trash… but to you, oh but to you — it felt like a slap on
the face. To you, it was as if Alhaitham had rejected
everything about you.

And he did. It was obvious from the very beginning that

Alhaitham didn’t see anything special in you.

From the way he never even looked at you, from the way
he always dismissed your hard work as subpar, he clearly
rejected you and your entirety. He acknowledged
nothing. Not your determination, not your perseverance,
not your intelligence, not anything.

“You don’t have what it takes to be a true scholar,”

Alhaitham replied with that same steady and calm
demeanor you once adored. Now, it only served to fuel
your rage. Here you were, body shaking and fighting
back tears, face hot with rage… and Alhaitham was
calmly reading his book, not even sparing a single look at
you, with no sign that he was affected by the entire
debacle.

He went on. “You’ve been my apprentice for how long

now… Five months? For all those months, you have done
little to impress me. It’s clear that you have little to no
talent or intelligence.”

His words felt heavy, each remark shredding your

already tattered soul more and more. What did he mean
by little talent? What did he mean by no intelligence?
Everyone used to always praise you and celebrate your
brains. That was your entire personality. It was who you
are, it was your identity. But here Alhaitham was, saying
the complete and utter opposite, practically rejecting you
and making you second guess who you were as a person.
Your confidence in yourself had never been at such an all
time low.

“I can prove myself, just give me one last chance!” you

cried out. “I know I’m worth it, I know my potential, I
can make everyone impressed so please..! I swear I’ll
show the Akademiya what I’m capa-”

Alhaitham cut you off with a disappointed head shake.

The words you were saying died out in your throat. “Y/N,
I’m afraid I’ve given you enough chances. I think it
would be best if you took on a different mentor.”

Your heart dropped.

Why?

Why did he never recognize you?

“I… I don’t understand,” you murmur, shaking your head.

You feel your breath quiver against your trembling lips.

Why did he never acknowledge you?

Why was he the only one to never look your way?

You went on, voice at the brink of breaking. “Throughout

my entire life, everyone has had nothing but praise for
me! I know I’m smart, and I know what I’m capable of.
Everyone around me knows it too! And yet… And yet…”

Why?

Taking a deep breath, your hands fall to your sides and

your head stoops down. You felt defeated and confused.

Who were you if you weren’t receiving praise? Who were

you if you weren’t the very best? For months on end, you
always tried to show Alhaitham what you were capable
of, but all he seemed to have for you was critique and
scrutiny.

Without you realizing, your life that had once revolved

around obtaining knowledge and wisdom, your life that
had once revolved around wanting everyone to
acknowledge you… had now evolved into a life centered
around you obsessively trying to make Alhaitham notice
you. Your life goals had been repurposed into something
much darker.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You couldn’t take all the

rejections and critique, and you couldn’t take the way
Alhaitham would constantly shut down all your attempts
of proving yourself to him. He wouldn’t even look you in
the eyes. All your anger and frustrations bubbled up
inside of you, threatening to erupt. All that anger, all that
rage…

It all imploded in on itself. It all just turned into bitter

sadness. You were officially broken. All that confidence
you once had in yourself was destroyed within the span
of five months working under Alhaitham.

You no longer believed in yourself.

You no longer believed you had the talent to do

anything.

Maybe you should just give up. Maybe you should just let
go and quietly take on a different mentor. Or maybe even
worse, leave the Akademiya entirely.

However, there was one last twinge of something left

inside of you. Maybe it was your ego, maybe it was your
constant desire to be the best, maybe it was just a form
of self preservation, or maybe… It was a desire. One you
realized you never even harbored inside of you.

Suddenly, you realized you were crying.

Your vision was blurry and your tears fell to the floor.
Embarrassed, you covered your face. Alhaitham seemed
to react to your tears, taking a quick glance up at your
broken expression, although you couldn’t tell what
exactly was going through his head.

With your voice quivering and broken, you begged.

“Please… I– I know I’m better than this. Just tell me

what I have to do to earn your favor… To make you look
at me.”

You didn’t know why you were begging.

You had already given up, right? You had already

accepted defeat. Alhaitham would never look at you. He
would never acknowledge you.

But he put his book to the side, sitting forward as he

looked at your crumpled, defeated form.

“My favor?” Alhaitham repeated. The statement caught

you off guard.

Although you thought Alhaitham had no care for you, he

had always watched you closely. For your entire
apprenticeship, you would always ramble on and on
about wanting to be noticed by the Akademiya. You
wanted to be seen by the higher ups. It was never one
person you targeted, it was always “them” or “the
Akademiya” or “everyone”. Alhaitham noticed this. He
noticed the way you never explicitly stated you wanted
him to look at you.

Alhaitham pressed on. “You want my favor? You want me

to look at you? You don’t want the Akademiya’s
recognition. You want mine, is that correct?”

You nodded your head, confused at what he was trying to

get at, trying to wipe the tears in your eyes, not realizing
what you had just done by affirming your want for him.

You couldn’t see it through your blurred vision, but

Alhaitham’s lips twisted in a smile. He just couldn’t help
himself— he couldn't help but let a smile crack through
his demeanor. In your mind, Alhaitham was a cruel
teacher who never had any human emotions. He was
unwavering in his demeanor and thoughts. Yet, you could
never have been so off the mark, so entirely wrong.

Maybe for the first time ever in your life, you were wrong
about something. About what Alhaitham truly thought
about you.

From the very first moment you stepped foot in his

office, Alhaitham set his sights on you. You were
confident and smart, yet you were so damn oblivious
about yourself. The way you walked around with that tiny
little skirt of yours, following him around like an adorably
excited puppy, and not to mention your pretty little face…
It was absurd, Alhaitham thought.

Here you were, the brightest new scholar in the

Akademiya, and yet you lacked so much self awareness it
was a miracle you had made it so far in life without being
snatched up by some other scheming man.

For five months, Alhaitham restrained himself. Something

about you was different. You stirred something inside of
him, some type of primal urge he thought he had rid
himself of ever since he became a scholar. When you
became his apprentice he began his cruel plan of slowly
breaking you, of shattering your ego and your soul, all so
that he could make you his.

He had to be cautious. You were a confident girl which he

liked, but one wrong move on his part could destroy any
hopes of you becoming his. After all, the longer the
journey the better the results.

And now here you were, teary eyed and effectively

broken, begging for him. You weren’t begging for
academic knowledge, nor were you begging for ways you
could prove yourself to the Akademiya. You were begging
for his favor, for his praise, and for his attention. Finally,
he broke you. Finally, after restraining himself, after
suppressing his impulses for you, you were finally in the
middle of his palm.

Alhaitham suppressed his urge to laugh. “You know, just

maybe you can have one last chance… One final chance.”

You looked at him with your teary eyes and red little
nose, and what a sight it was to feast on. You were just
so damn adorable, with your quivering lips and legs and
your sad puppy eyes. Alhaitham stood up, and suddenly
you felt the atmosphere in the room change. It weighed
on you and a sense of pressure compressed your lungs.

At that moment, Alhaitham didn’t seem so dismissive

anymore. He was no longer that teacher who never gave
you regard. You felt his eyes and all his attention on you
for the first time, and it was… weird. Something inside of
you fluttered. You were used to him always looking to the
side, never sparing a glance at you, and now that he was
looking at you so intently you didn’t know what to do.
When he was close enough to look down at you and
place his large hand on your shoulder, just inches from
his chest brushing up against yours, you suddenly
realized just how much his tall stature dwarfed you. For
some strange reason, you felt a little more self conscious
and a little more aware of your own body.

“Just how far would you go to prove yourself to me?”

Alhaitham asked, careful to refer to himself instead of
referring to the Akademiya. His usually calm voice was
laced with suppressed intent, and the sound of his low
voice rumbled throughout our entire body and shook you
to your core. “If you’re really a true scholar worthy of my
acknowledgement, you would do anything to prove that,
no?”

Slowly, vision still blurry from your tears, you nodded

your head. What was going on? You didn’t know. You felt
hazy and you didn’t know why. You couldn’t think
straight anymore, you were too broken and too obsessed
with your goal of getting Alhaitham’s attention to notice
all the red flags pointing to his true intentions. All you
could think about was proving yourself to him. All you
could think about was maintaining your barely intact ego
to him. All you could think about was him. Him, him,
him. Your brain was flooded with nothing but Alhaitham.

“I’ll do anything,” you whispered, and he chuckled, low

and sinister. You had played right into his hands.

“Then show me how much of a smart little sweet thing

you can be.”

From that point on, your memory is hazy. You can't

remember how one thing led to another, how you’re now
bent over Alhaitham’s desk, your skirt hiked up and
bunched around your dainty little waist while your other
articles of clothing are tossed aside and discarded in
some corner of his office, and how your drooling cunt is
now being stretched so grotesquely wide around the
girth of his cock.

“Hahh, p–please, I can’t take this anymore,” you whine,

the words slurring off your tongue in between whimpers
as your chest heaves.

Where are you? What are you doing right now? What was
going on just a few moments ago? How much time has
passed? You don’t know, you can’t think properly, you
can’t form any coherent sentences in your mind. Maybe
many long and excruciating hours have gone by of
Alhaitham cruelly testing you, edging you to see just how
much you can take. It’s like your brain is covered in a
thick fog, obscured by a seemingly never ending wave of
dull yet persistently mind numbing pleasure.

“What? I thought you said you would do anything for

me.” Alhaitham’s grip on your sore wrists tightens as he
smoothly rolls his hips into you, nice and slow and
forcibly hard, making sure that you can feel every single
inch of him carve you out. From his thick shaft to his
heavy head, every ridge and vein and curve of his cock is
burned into your untainted insides until it’s the only thing
you can focus on. “You’ll bear it, right? For me?”

Each time he bottoms out your body is pushed forward,

whines and moans spewing out of your tormented lips as
pleasure borderlining on pain jolts through your sensitive
body, making you quiver and shake. The papers
underneath you that Alhaitham hadn’t even bothered to
clean off his desk crumple and tear. It feels like an
eternity he’s done this to you over and over again,
unhurriedly thrusting his huge cock into your tight and
abused cunt, making sure that the only thing you can
think about and feel is him.

He’s so cruel, you think, so mean with how he makes

sure he pushes his cock just barely hard enough and just
barely deep enough into your insides to make you go
insane, but not enough to bring you over the edge of an
orgasm. He’s testing you, he’s torturing you and you
know it, and you have to grit your teeth and squeeze
your eyes shut and bear through it all in order to prove
yourself to him.

“I–I’ll bear it… for you.”

The words come out small and quiet, hesitantly and

almost half-heartedly escaping your quivering lips,
gasping as you're overloaded with the sense of his cock.

Alhaitham laughs, and it’s loving but teetering over the

edge of superiority. “That’s a good girl. I know you can
do it.”

Your body warms with his praise. For the first time in
your life Alhaitham complimented you, but you can’t
think straight. Your mind can’t dwell on that small bubble
of happiness. You can’t think of anything else. Any string
of thought you try to form is mangled apart when the tip
of his cock just barely grazes your cervix, and it’s so hard
to even hold onto your lucidity when he agonizingly and
slowly pulls out his dick, all just to roughly ram it back
in.

It’s too much sensation but it’s also not enough to get
you to that satisfying release that your body so
desperately craves. You can’t even shake your own hips
— not when he has another hand firmly holding your
waist, making sure you can’t move. His grip is so strong
you’re afraid it will leave bruises on your delicate, velvet
skin, effectively marking you as his.

Frustrated, tears once again well up in your eyes and you

wonder how many times he has brought you to the brink
of breaking down. Slowly in, slowly out, slowly in, slowly
out… You can’t do this for another second. You just can’t
take it anymore. When his dick slams into you again,
that same, heavy force that just almost brings you
teetering over the edge, you fear you snap.

“Please.. I really— I really can’t! Please, Alhaitham, I– I

want to cum,” you cry out, whining as you’re stretched to
your absolute limits then left empty and needy over and
over and over again. It’s maddening, it’s frustrating, your
exasperated tears begin to spill over. You don’t even care
anymore. You don’t even care that you’re bent over and
put on full display for Alhaitham to see, you don’t even
care that you’re being railed over an office desk with
tears rolling down your sad and needy face, because any
remnant of sanity and pride had been shattered a long
time ago.

All you want, all you really need is to be fucked until you
can’t walk. Until even more tears run down your cheeks
and stain the piles of crumpled paperwork underneath
you. Until the only thing you can feel is him sliding in and
out, even hours after it’s over. You want more. You need
more. His current pace, although already driving you
insane, isn’t enough to satisfy your greed. You want to
be entirely engulfed by him.

After countless attempts of trying to be seen by him

throughout the long and tiresome months of being his
apprentice, he’s finally giving you his attention– and you
want all of it. You need him to fuck you hard and rough,
and you won’t be satisfied until you’re begging for
mercy.

“I need you! Please, please… Hahh, I can’t do it

anymore. I give up. Please, I want to cum…”

It sounds like you’re devastated, whiny and needy, fully

broken in and tamed. The sound is like a beautiful
melody to Alhaitham’s ears. You feel his grip on your
wrists and waist loosen and your arms drop to the side
onto the hard wooden desk, your elbows creak and your
wrists feel like they’re going to snap from being tightly
held in the same position for hours on end.

“Since you asked so sweetly, how can I say no?”

Alhaitham coos and you can hear an edge of a derisive
smile in his tone.

He slides dick out and you confusedly whine as you’re

once again left empty, slick running down your thighs.
You feel confused and bewildered at the sensation of
emptiness. You want to feel full again, you want to feel
stuffed to the brim so you can fall into a spiral of
euphoria. Why did he pull out? Didn’t he say you can
cum? You hear the creak of a chair and you turn around
to see him sitting, a hand outstretched to you.

“Go on. Ride me, show me just how desperately you

need me.”

You dumbly look at him before his words sink in. Warily
and with a still shaking body, you prop yourself onto his
lap and pout. “You’re so mean.”

He chuckles and you take his hand. If he’s going to treat

you this way, then you’re going to make the most of it.
With a shivering breath, you take his thick shaft into your
small hand and align it with your tight, dripping cunt. It
was amazing just how your tiny body manages to take all
of him inside of you, and when the thick head of his cock
brushes against the entrance of your pussy, just slightly
spreading open your hole, the two of you groan.

You wonder if he’s barely hanging on too, if he also

wants you as desperately as you crave for him.
Alhaitham’s fingers squeeze yours as if encouraging you
to go on, and with a sharp inhale you bear down on his
dick, that satisfying feeling of being stretched to your
limits causing your lower body to throb.

This new angle allows for your entire weight to heave

you down on his cock. You feel his hard tip reach even
deeper than you thought was possible, scraping the
entrance of your cervix, sending deliciously painful jolts
up your body. When you slowly bring your hips up, velvet
insides tightly gripping onto his dick, erotically breathless
moans that sing of unspoken praise seep out of
Alhaitham’s lips. It spurs you on to keep going.

When you slide your hips down, when his huge dick
intrudes into the deepest parts of your cunt, you cry out
and your eyes lose focus until the only thing you can see
is white sparks of pure euphoria exploding in your mind.
You’re so close, so damn close to release, and soon you
shake and move your hips desperately like the needy
little slut you are, your head weakly falling against
Alhaitham’s shoulder and you scream and cry into it.

“Alhaitham—!” you sob against his shoulders, and you

feel a hand snake against your overheated neck and hold
your head up. Alhaitham guides your lips to his, the
sensation of his relievingly cool lips against your hot
mouth feels amazing, and you kiss him as if he’s the only
water your parched throat will ever receive. His tongue
drags along the soft gums of your mouth, muffling your
moans as you needily chase your orgasmic high. Soon he
starts rutting his hips against yours, earning even louder
whines from your desperate self.

God, you can get addicted to this, you can get addicted
to the way he moves his lips against yours, you can get
addicted to the way his cock pierces you and leaves you
wanting for more— you can get addicted to him. You feel
your muscles tense up and you know something’s
coming, you can feel it in the way fireworks explode in
your body and send you shaking. And when Alhaitham
grinds his hips in a way that hits your swollen cervix so
perfectly, when his cock rakes your insides so
delightfully, you explode.

You turn into a screaming mess, your hands gripping on

his clothes as you ride out the onslaught of euphoria that
twists and turns your insides. Tension snaps in your core,
the sensation reverberating through your entire body.
Your muscles spasm and stiffen before giving out and
you fall against Alhaitham, your limbs juddering and
jolting. With your chest rising and falling you breathe in
and out, trying to recover from all those new sensations
that tear at your body as you fall from your high. Your
tense muscles relax, and the explosion of energy ebbs
out into a satisfying still.

“You’re just so cute,” Alhaitham hums, his nose snuggling

against your hair. You can barely muster up any energy
to reply and it feels like your tongue is limp and heavy in
your mouth, only able to reply in worn out groans and
pants. When he pulls out and hooks his hands
underneath your body and lifts you up, you don’t react
until you suddenly realize your back is against his desk,
laying down as he spreads your legs open.

“H–Huh?” you stutter as you lift your heavy head. You

watch as Alhaitham gives you a soothing and reassuring
smile, but when you feel his cock rub up and down
against your cunt, stimulating your clit and threatening
to enter your abused vagina, his smile turns into
something more sinister. “Wait! What are you doing?”

Alhaitham signs disappointedly. “What, do you expect me

to stop even though I haven’t come yet? Don’t be a
selfish girl.”

Your eyes look up and down his face, trying to read the
unreadable expression on his face. “U-um, give me a
second to rest,” you say, panic rising in your throat. He
slides his cock up your folds and you half wince half cry
out.

“Please—! I just came! I– I can’t keep going… I, um, I

can suck you off, so–”

“Oh?” Alhaitham laughs mockingly, cutting you off. Your

blood runs ice cold. “Just earlier you were begging for
me. Besides, don’t you want me to finish inside of you?
Don’t you want me to fill you up with cum?”

“No! Today… today isn’t a safe day!” you scream, your

hands scrambling to push him away. You’ll get pregnant,
and you don’t know if you can handle such a
responsibility. But when he frowns and looks at you with
an unimpressed expression, when he looks at you with
those same eyes you’ve seen time and time again, you
freeze.

“So you don’t want it? That’s fine, we can stop.”

Silently, you look at him with a half open mouth, unsure

what to say. You feel your throat close up. The
expression he’s wearing on his face reminds you of the
times he would constantly reject you, when he would
throw away your theses and research papers, and when
he would walk past you, not even sparing a single
glance.

No, no, no, You don’t want this. You finally managed to
get him to look at you. Alhaitham’s eyes look away from
you and you panic even more. No. Please. You finally
managed to have his attention. You can’t have him look
away now. You can’t have him ignore you again. You
don’t want him to be disappointed in you again. You want
him to acknowledge you and look at you. Distressed, you
furiously shake your head and stare at him with wide,
distraught eyes.

“I’m sorry! Do whatever you want with me. I don’t care,

I don’t care anymore, please, just please don’t look
away… Don’t look away from me,” you sob, latching onto
his arm. “I need you. Use me however you want.
Please…”

When he presses his lips against your forehead, the

edges of your lips turn upwards into a relieved, crazed
smile. “You learn so quickly,” he praises, his warm breath
hitting your skin. Another compliment.

Yes, that’s right. All you need is him. Why were you even
trying so hard to please everyone in the first place, when
all you needed to do was surrender yourself to
Alhaitham? He’s everything. He’s everyone.

You feel your mind let go and glaze over as he places his
hands on the back of your head and shoulders, gently
laying you down on his desk. As long as he’s always
praising you and giving you all his attention, you’ll be
happy.

When Alhaitham sees your complacent expression, he

feels like he’s finally done with breaking you in. You’re
finally tamed and domesticated, you’re all his and he can
do whatever he wants with you. Now, he can manhandle
you all he wants. He places your legs over his shoulders
and angles his dick into you, and–

A noise that can only be described as lewd, carnal, and

filthy rips through your throat. Immediately, Alhaitham
starts with a quick and rough tempo, violating your poor,
overstimulated cunt with his intrusively thick girth. The
feeling is intrusive and overwhelming. Your eyes roll back
and all you can do is moan and shriek and whine and
take it, electric shocks zapping through every part of
your body, from your core to your very fingertips.

You feel every inch of his hard cock stretch out every
depth of your pussy. The sound of skin slapping against
each other, the sound of your slick being fucked in and
out of you, and the sound of your and Alhaitham’s
mingling moans bounce off the walls of his office. The
euphoria is intolerable, and your body shakes and jolts
as it desperately tries to fight the assaulting
bombardment of pleasure.

Alhaitham grunts and you can hear the smile in his voice
as he manhandles you and treats you like some sex doll.
Your voice is on the point of giving out as you scream
and cry, not even caring if you can be heard outside the
office door and in the Akademiya halls.

“Ah! S-sho good, i-it’sh too much,” you garble

nonsensically, sparks flashing in and out of your vision.
Your head limply lolls with the force of Alhaitham’s body
colliding with yours. It’s overstimulating, your toes curl
and your fists clench, you’ve never felt anything like this
before. You pant and cry, your eyes puffy from shedding