distraction

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
Relationship: Al-Haitham/Reader
Character: Al-Haitham
Additional Tags: 18+ NSFW, male reader - Freeform, reader - Freeform, bottom reader,
you get smacked in the ass with a wooden baton, brief non-detailed solo
reader jerk off, handjob (reader receiving), Spanking, thigh fucking, al
haitham has a bigger dick than u lol, solo edited + solo read, Cross-
Posted on Tumblr
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2022-09-25 Words: 2,247 Chapters: 1/1
 distraction
by ilycorisradiata

Summary

“Are you going to tell me or am I going to have to force it out of you?” That sure does sound
nice, but you grit your teeth, and an almost comical gulp following after. You were chanting
in your head for him to not get any closer, moving your hips away from him and then the rest
of your body. But he wasn’t having it. He brought you in real close, but it was his turn to
flinch this time. Not a word was said between you, and he was purely looking for a reaction
from yourself until he decided to drag you off somewhere. Hand tightly gripped around
yours, picking up both of your stuff with the other and marching forward.

“Wait… Where−”

“Kaveh won’t be home for a few days, he’s on an expedition.”

Notes

pickingpixel on tumblr request: Hi!!!! Is it ok if I request alhaitham x btm!male reader nsfw

😩
where he is sparring with him but the reader keeps getting distracted? I am so down bad for
this man

ಌ distraction: al haitham x male!reader

ಌ theme: you've been sparring with him for a little while now, but you keep getting distracted
ಌ cw: 18+ NSFW, male reader, bottom!reader, you get smacked in the ass by a wooden
baton, brief non-detailed solo reader jerk off, handjob (reader receiving), spanking, thigh
fucking, al haitham has a bigger dick than u lol, solo edited + solo read, cross-posted on
tumblr

ಌ wc: 2.2K

ಌ notes: hi hello!! thank you so so much for requesting this! i've been dying to write for him,
so anyone that reads this, do not hesitate to request more of him, maybe even a pt 2? maybe?
hehe >:)
The past couple of weeks were hectic. You had asked Al Haitham if it was okay for him to
train you, help you get better with a sword. The sudden reasoning was because you’d heard a
certain harbinger could use a plethora of weapons, and he was the talk of the town in Liyue
that managed to make its way to Sumeru. It was more of a competence and challenge for
yourself, wanting to get better in something that could prove worthwhile later.

Al Haitham was more than willing to help, which was a surprise and you didn’t expect him to
be so enthusiastic to help you. He had asked to see how you fight, and he was quick to pin
down some things that you could improve on, especially when it came to being on the
defensive and to watch out for certain weak spots. Using long wooden batons than swords,
you went at it for hours every day, and no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t even get a
hit in with him. At first it felt pointless, but he started praising you after a while because he
knew you were getting stronger and that will to fight was as well, the glint in your eye that
would catch him off guard when you threw yourself at him. His reflexes were on point when
he managed to guard himself with his own wooden baton, the impact and vibration of the two
hitting together rumbling through your hands and up your arms.

However, the more time you spent with him, the more the feelings that you didn’t think
would awaken inside of you until… It did. It crept its way into your heart and bloomed like
the many flowers and trees that surrounded you both, in a way that the vision dendro always
caught your eye. You got distracted a lot in the start of your training sessions, having to be
reprimanded at the start to keep your focus. But how could you when you had such amazing
fucking pecs in your face? Strong arms?? And when he swivelled, foot going under you to
trip you up, moving in such a graceful way. His thighs flexing with each dodge and lunge, his
Adam’s apple bobbing as he downed water, droplets of sweat rolling down the side of his
face to his jawline, it evaporating as you stared at his face. The face he would make when
he’d catch you as well. He knew you were staring a lot more lately, but he himself couldn’t
tell if it was to predict his next moves or… Something else.

When you had stared a little longer than usual, he managed to get behind you like a flash,
wooden baton cracking off your ass. The noise that spilled out your mouth was strange, a
mixture of pain and pleasure, a sound that you never thought you could make until now.

“Pay attention.” This made you fumble and fall into a crouch position, embarrassed at the
noise but also at the fact you got hard. You were fucking hard over the fact this hunk of a
man just hit your ass with the wooden baton you both had been using for weeks on end to
spar with, what you’d both been using mere moments before. Crouching like that for a few
moments, Al Haitham got worried that he had hit you a little too hard.

“Can you stand?” He offered a hand to you, looking down in a somewhat apologetic way.
Composing yourself before you looked up, you smile and took his hand.

“I’m gonna go for a bathroom break, so… I’ll be back!” Excusing yourself, you ran in a
pathetic attempt to seem casual, but you probably just looked desperate to get away from the
moment. You found yourself a secluded area, looking around before pulling your pants down
all the way to your ankles, not wasting time to get to work to get rid of your current
predicament. There’s no way you could continue like this, so maybe rubbing one out before
going back would work, right?

Wrong. Once didn’t work, and you cursed at the fact little you was still standing proud. You
thought of everything to kill it, anything and everything disgusting, but it just wasn’t working
with the way your mind would wander back into the gutter, your ass stinging almost too
nicely and Al Haitham would be right there in your mind. He might’ve been wondering
where you were, you were taking too long and you couldn’t take much longer. Either you
grin and bear it, or you make out that you didn’t feel great and end the session early today.
The second option seemed a little more plausible. You tried to hide it in the waistband of your
pants, trying to hide the fact and not really enjoying the thought of having a far too obvious
bulge if it were positioned any other way.

Walking back, he had turned to you when you emerged from around a tree, and he was
already ready to get back into the mojo of fighting. Lifting the baton into a fighting stance to
continue where you left off. You waved him off, briefly asking to pick this back up tomorrow
as you didn’t feel well. He didn’t buy it. You were practically fine a few moments before you
went for a “bathroom break”.

“I don’t believe you. What’s up? You’ve been out of it lately, staring a little longer than
normal… And don’t play dumb because you know for a fact I’m not stupid.” When you
shifted uncomfortably and didn’t answer him, he came closer to you and the back of his hand
made its way to your forehead.

“You don’t really have a temperature…” You flinch away, but he catches you and pulls you in
closer to his face.

“Are you going to tell me or am I going to have to force it out of you?” That sure does sound
nice, but you grit your teeth, and an almost comical gulp following after. You were chanting
in your head for him to not get any closer, moving your hips away from him and then the rest
of your body. But he wasn’t having it. He brought you in real close, but it was his turn to
flinch this time. Not a word was said between you, and he was purely looking for a reaction
from yourself until he decided to drag you off somewhere. Hand tightly gripped around
yours, picking up both of your stuff with the other and marching forward.

“Wait… Where−”

“Kaveh won’t be home for a few days, he’s on an expedition.” Whether or not his roommate
was home was not your main issue here, it was the fact he knew that you’d gotten hard and
now he was dragging you to his house! You questioned why you were going to his house, but
he didn’t answer, just gripping your hand tighter and almost hauling you off of your feet. Not
being entirely sure where this would head, you weren’t exactly sure what was going on in his
mind, but surely it was a good thing he was taking you elsewhere. Right? He didn’t want you
doing more public indecency… right? Surely he wanted to save you the embarrassment of
sporting a chub… But it was another thought that was wrong.

He only took a few minutes to ask for your consent, which you too willingly agreed to,
before slamming you against the door you both just walked into to his house, pulling down
your pants, and watching as your cock pinged back against you. This was worse than
growing hard in an area not far from his house, it was embarrassing. Almost. He touched the
tip with his calloused fingers, not missing the slight whimper you made from finally having
him touch you, something you thought about many times before. It clearly gave him a
confidence boost at that. Going further, he slid his hand down, using his forefinger and thumb
to squeeze lightly at the base before bringing it back up. Leaning down into your ear, you
almost felt the smile on his lips.

“Was this because of me slamming my baton at you earlier? Are you into that?”

“No! Maybe? I− I’m not sure… Fuck.”

“Is this why you’ve been staring at me? If that was enough to get you going, then maybe I
should’ve done it sooner.”

“What?” He picked up the pace of his hand, and the feeling of someone else doing this for
you, especially it being him, was sending you over the edge. But he stopped, lifting his hand
away. You groan at the loss of touch, being so close only to have that be snatched from you.

“Let’s move this to the bedroom.” Dragging you yet again but this time to his bedroom, he
shut the door behind him and practically stalked you to the bed. Pinning you to the mattress,
it’s like he’s testing the waters this time that you’re 100% okay with this. So, you peck him
on the lips. It was quick, not sweet at all, but more of a confidence thing to help him just do
whatever he wanted with you.

“We’re not going the whole way today… Maybe next time.” He stripped you, touching you
everywhere he could, whether that was smoothing his hands over your skin or grabbing and
pinching. It was his turn to stare, watching your every reaction like a hawk like you had once
done during training, and he didn’t miss the way you’d inhale sharply when he smoothed his
thumb over one of your nipples or when his hand got dangerously close to your cock again.
You’d shiver and twitch in excitement, and his stare was almost menacing at times. He finally
removed his own shirt, unbuckling his pants before searching for the lotion he had in his little
bedside table. Pulling it out as well as his own cock, he lathers it up and turns you over.

“Squeeze your thighs together.” You do as he says, squeezing them together and keeping your
backside up towards him.

“Like this?”

“Yeah, like that.” As soon as he said that you felt him pushing between your thighs, and you
felt embarrassed again because of the position. You looked to where he was pushing through,
gulping when his was entirely different, bigger, in size. No wonder you guys weren’t going
all the way. It felt extremely hot, and it was throbbing between your thighs. What was even
better was the fact that you got to feel his thighs on the back of your own, and you were sure
anyone would kill to be in your position right now. He bent over, whispering into your ear
that he was going to move, and asked if you could help a little with your hands. You held
both loosely, and he started moving his hips. This felt way hotter, sexier, than actual sex,
seeing how his cock would nearly disappear only to reappear and rubbing against your own.
He picked up the pace after a while, and you couldn’t keep yourself up on all fours for much
longer, collapsing onto one of your shoulders and one arm breaking your fall. Taking the
opportunity, he held onto your hips in a tight grip, slamming himself into you. It was
embarrassing how much precum was leaking from your tip, mixing in with the lotion Al
Haitham used to make this smooth enough to do. What you weren’t expecting was to strike
your ass again, the similar sting you felt earlier coming back, and you flexed your thighs in
response.

“You definitely like that.”

“Shut up…” He did it again, not missing the pure guttural moan that came from you from it.
He smirked to himself, gripping one of your ass cheeks and rubbing it. Noticing how noisy
you were getting, trying to muffle yourself with his pillow, he bends over again to kiss along
your shoulder blades. Nipping and licking as he went. Using a hand to pull you back up to all
fours, he kisses your cheek and you turn your head to him, letting him devour your mouth
entirely.

Messy, saliva slipping out from your lips and your tongues dancing like you were starved of
this type of touch. He drinks all of your moans, before pulling away to flip you over onto
your back again, spreading your legs wide so he could see everything. Taking over from your
loose hand, he jerks the both of you off at the same time, watching as your face contorts as
you cum all over your stomach. He followed shortly after, it going across your stomach and
chest. Slumping forward slightly, he looked at you through lidded eyes, and you lifted your
hand to card your fingers through his hair. He leans further down, kissing much more gently,
lips brushing lightly. You brought him closer, rolling him over so that he’d be lying beside
you. He picked up the shirt he threw to the side, using it as a towel for the meantime to clean
your stomach and chest up.

“I really like you.” He stops in his tracks, looking at you before breathing a heavy sigh and
smiling.

“I know you do; you weren’t subtle at all during training.”

“So no ‘I like you too’?”

“Of course, I really like you too.”