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♡...in which alhaitham is your childhood friend.

♡...warnings : fluff and slight angst.

♡...note: i wrote this half asleep but i really wanted to write this idea <3

word count: 6.7k

The classroom was stifling, filled with the low hum of students reciting their lessons, but Alhaitham sat in the back, his head resting on his hand, eyes half-lidded in boredom. The teacher had given up on him for the day, again. He’d finished the exercises in a fraction of the time it took everyone else, leaving the teacher visibly frustrated. "Alhaitham," she had sighed, exasperated. "If you’re not going to participate at the same pace as the class, you can go sit outside."

So there he was—sitting on the bench outside the classroom, staring at the dust swirling in the hot afternoon air. He didn’t understand why his abilities seemed to be such a burden. His grandmother always told him that being different was a gift, but it didn’t feel that way when his intelligence only isolated him from everyone else.

He wondered if being "gifted" was just another way of saying you didn’t belong.

Just as he was sinking further into his thoughts, the door of the neighboring classroom burst open with a sharp clang. You stomped out, your brows furrowed in frustration, clutching a worn sketchbook in your hands. The teacher had kicked you out for the third time that week, irritated by your constant drawing during lessons. You hadn’t even been trying to hide it.

You glanced around, noticing the boy sitting alone on the bench, and without hesitation, made your way over and plopped down beside him, the wooden seat creaking slightly under your weight. For a moment, you just stared ahead, still fuming from the unfairness of it all.

After a moment, you turned to look at him. “Why did you get kicked out?”

Alhaitham blinked, a bit startled by your directness. He hadn’t expected you to speak to him, let alone with that bluntness. “I… finished the work too fast,” he said simply, unsure if that was a reason worth mentioning.

You snorted, rolling your eyes. “Really? They kicked you out for being smart?”

He shrugged. “They said I wasn’t participating properly.”

“That’s stupid,” you muttered, crossing your arms. “I got kicked out for drawing again.” You lifted your sketchbook slightly, showing him the half-finished sketch of a bird you’d been working on when the teacher had confiscated it. “Apparently, art doesn’t count as learning.”

Alhaitham looked at the sketch, noting how detailed it was for someone your age. “It’s good.”

You gave him a sideways glance, surprised. Most of the other kids didn’t understand your drawing, let alone compliment it. You raised an eyebrow at him. “Thanks, I guess. Still doesn’t stop them from kicking me out.”

For a while, neither of you spoke. You both sat there, two kids thrown out of their classrooms because being "different" was seen as wrong. You could feel the unfairness of it sitting heavy in the air between you—your art, his intelligence. It was as if neither of you fit the mold they wanted you to.

After a while, the sound of the school bell signaled the end of the day. Children began pouring out of the classrooms, their excited voices filling the courtyard as they were met by their parents. You stood up, stretching your legs, but as you glanced toward the gate, you noticed Alhaitham was still sitting there, waiting for someone.

A group of boys stood nearby, whispering to each other and shooting glances his way. You watched as one of them called out, "Where’s your mum, genius? Oh wait, you don’t have one, right? Just your grandma."

Alhaitham’s face remained expressionless, though you could see the slight tension in his shoulders. He didn’t react. He never did. But the words still stung.

Before you could think, you reached into your bag and grabbed the first thing your hand touched—a small peach from lunch. Without hesitating, you hurled it at the group. The peach hit one of the boys square in the back, and he whirled around, startled.

"Who—?!" He stopped short when he saw you standing there, glaring at him. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but thought better of it and quickly walked away with the rest of his group, muttering under his breath.

You turned back to Alhaitham, who was now staring at you, wide-eyed. “Why did you do that?”

“Why not?” you replied with a shrug. “They were being jerks.”

He blinked, as if trying to make sense of what had just happened. He was used to dealing with things on his own—being the “genius,” the one “born different” like his parents, had always meant walking his own path. The idea that someone else would stand up for him… was new.

“I’ll walk with you,” you said, offering your hand. “My dad’s busy, so I usually walk home alone anyway.”

Hesitantly, Alhaitham reached out and took your hand. The warmth of your fingers wrapping around his felt strange but comforting. He couldn’t quite place the feeling—it wasn’t something he was used to. Yet as you started walking together, a small part of him began to feel like maybe, just maybe, being different wasn’t so bad after all.

The walk to Alhaitham’s house was quiet, the sun casting long shadows across the dusty streets of Sumeru City. You kept your hand in his, feeling the slight stiffness in his grip as if he didn’t quite know how to hold it, but you didn’t mind. It was strange, but in a nice way, walking with someone who didn’t rush to fill the silence with useless chatter.

As you neared his house, you saw it was nestled between a few others, slightly older but well-kept. The door was painted a deep green, vines climbing up the side of the building, the vibrant leaves glowing under the afternoon light. You stopped just short of the steps leading up to the front door.

“This is your place?” you asked, glancing up at the house.

Alhaitham nodded. “Yes. My grandmother lives here.”

Before either of you could say more, the door creaked open, and an older woman stepped out. She was small and frail-looking, but her eyes were sharp and bright, filled with a wisdom that seemed to stretch back through the ages. Her grey hair was pinned up neatly, and she wore simple, well-tailored clothes, the kind you’d imagine a scholar might wear. You noticed the subtle ink stains on her sleeves—she clearly spent her time among books.

“There you are, Alhaitham,” she said with a warm smile, her voice soft but firm. Then, her gaze flickered over to you, and her smile grew wider. “And who is this?”

You hesitated for a moment, suddenly feeling a little out of place, but you met her gaze. “I… I’m a friend. I walked him home.”

Alhaitham’s grandmother studied you for a moment, her sharp eyes assessing but not unkind. She nodded approvingly. “Thank you for looking after him.” Then she turned back to Alhaitham. “You should introduce your friend properly, Alhaitham.”

Alhaitham blinked, as if the concept of introductions had momentarily escaped him. “This is… um…”

“Y/N,” you filled in, smiling a little at his awkwardness.

“Y/N,” he repeated, glancing at you for a second before turning back to his grandmother.

His grandmother nodded thoughtfully. “Ah, Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Any friend of Alhaitham’s is welcome here.”

The word "friend" hung in the air for a moment, and you could see the faintest flicker of surprise cross Alhaitham’s face. Perhaps the idea of having a friend was still something new for him. You remembered the way the other kids treated him—the way they treated both of you, really. Being different in Sumeru wasn’t something to be celebrated, not when it came to talents that set you apart from the ordinary.

“I didn’t do much,” you said modestly, shrugging. “Just made sure no one bothered him.”

Alhaitham’s grandmother smiled knowingly. “That’s more than enough.”

For a brief moment, you felt a warmth from her that reminded you of your own dad, who, despite being so busy, cared deeply for you. It was strange to think that the boy who seemed so alone at school had this calm, intelligent woman guiding him through life. You wondered what it was like to grow up in a family of scholars, with everyone expecting greatness from you before you even had a chance to discover it for yourself.

“Would you like to stay for some tea, Y/N?” his grandmother offered kindly.

Before you could answer, Alhaitham spoke up. “She should probably get home. Her dad is busy, and she usually walks alone.”

You looked at him, a little surprised that he remembered. But his grandmother’s eyes twinkled with amusement as she nodded. “Of course. Another time, perhaps. You’re welcome anytime.”

You smiled, appreciating the gesture, but you did have to get back. “Thanks, maybe another day.”

As you turned to leave, Alhaitham’s grandmother’s voice followed you. “Remember, Y/N. Being different is a gift. Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise.”

You glanced back at her, those words lingering in the air. They seemed to hold more weight coming from someone who clearly understood what it meant to stand apart from the world’s expectations. You gave a small nod before heading back down the street, your heart feeling a little lighter than it had before.

Alhaitham stood by the door with his grandmother, watching you disappear into the distance. He didn’t understand this feeling yet, the warmth that seemed to fill his chest whenever you were near. But as he closed the door behind him, something told him that you, too, understood what it was like to be set apart, and maybe—just maybe—that made all the difference.

As the years passed, you and Alhaitham became inseparable, though your bond grew in a way that remained largely unspoken. You had both found comfort in each other's presence—two children who had been marked as "different," yet somehow understood that being different wasn’t a burden but a quiet kind of strength.

Your days were often spent together, even when words weren’t necessary. You’d sit under the same large tree after school, you with your sketchbook and he with a book in hand, both of you immersed in your worlds but connected by the mere fact that you didn’t need to explain yourselves to each other. Alhaitham would read with a quiet intensity, his mind clearly miles ahead of his peers, while you sketched your surroundings—people, birds, the intricate patterns of the leaves dancing in the wind.

Despite his aloof nature, Alhaitham slowly began to appreciate your presence. You weren’t like the others, the ones who either sought to belittle him or use him for his intellect. You never asked him to explain the things he knew, never prodded him with questions about why he was so smart, why he didn’t fit in. You simply let him be.

Sometimes, in rare moments, he would glance up from his book to watch you sketch. You never noticed, or if you did, you never said anything. You’d often mutter to yourself as you drew, deep in concentration, criticizing a line here or pondering aloud whether to add more shading there. And though Alhaitham never admitted it, he found your artistic process fascinating in its own right. You had a way of seeing the world in shapes, light, and shadow, the same way he saw it in logic and reason.

By the time you were both teenagers, your friendship had solidified into something unshakable, though neither of you had ever put a label on it. You had both grown—Alhaitham into the quiet, intellectual type that the Akademiya would undoubtedly be drawn to, and you into a more expressive, artistic soul whose talent had only grown more refined. Though your interests differed, your paths always seemed to align.

It was during your early teenage years that Alhaitham began to take his studies more seriously. His grandmother, always supportive of his brilliance, had begun preparing him for the Akademiya. His natural intellect and analytical prowess were already far beyond what most of the instructors at the school could teach him, and the Akademiya was the logical next step.

The day he told you about his future plans, you were sitting together in your usual spot under the tree, your sketchbook open on your lap as you worked on yet another drawing of the city skyline. Alhaitham was quieter than usual, lost in thought, and it didn’t take long for you to notice.

“What’s on your mind, Haitham?” you asked, using the nickname you’d given him long ago. He only allowed you to call him that—anyone else who tried would be met with a cold stare.

He closed his book and looked at you, his gaze steady. “My grandmother wants me to enroll at the Akademiya.”

You paused mid-sketch, your pencil hovering over the page as you processed his words. You’d known this day would come eventually—he was too brilliant not to go—but the idea of him being at the Akademiya, immersed in a world of scholars and intellects, somehow felt distant and cold. A part of you worried that it would change things between you.

“You knew this would happen, right?” he continued, watching your reaction carefully. “I’ve always planned on going.”

You nodded slowly, putting your pencil down. “Yeah, I knew. It’s just… the Akademiya. It’s different. You’ll be surrounded by people who are just like you.”

He frowned slightly. “What do you mean?”

“Smart people,” you replied with a shrug, trying to keep your voice light, though the worry lingered at the edge of your thoughts. “People who are probably going to understand you in ways I never will.”

Alhaitham was silent for a moment, his gaze never leaving yours. Then, in his usual straightforward manner, he said, “That’s not true. They might understand my knowledge, but they don’t know me.”

You blinked, caught off guard by his words. Alhaitham was never one to speak about emotions or anything too personal. Yet, the weight of his statement hung in the air between you, and you realized what he meant. It wasn’t just about being smart; it was about the connection the two of you shared—something that went beyond words or intellect.

You smiled softly, feeling a little foolish for doubting. “I guess you’re right.”

He looked at you for a long moment before turning his attention back to his book. “Besides, the Akademiya is just another place to learn. It doesn’t change anything.”

And, in typical Alhaitham fashion, that was the end of that conversation.

The day he was officially accepted into the Akademiya was a quiet one. There were no grand celebrations, no overly emotional goodbyes. His grandmother congratulated him with her usual calm pride, and you… you simply met him under the tree like always.

But something was different. You both knew it, even if neither of you said it out loud.

You handed him a sketch that day, one you’d been working on for a while in secret. It was a detailed drawing of the two of you sitting under the tree, books and sketchpads scattered around, just like the countless afternoons you’d spent together. It was your way of capturing the moment, freezing it in time before things inevitably changed.

Alhaitham took the sketch, his fingers brushing the edge of the paper as he studied it. “You drew this?”

You nodded, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. “Yeah. I figured you should have something to remind you of home.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment, but then he folded the sketch carefully and slipped it into the front cover of his book—a quiet but significant gesture.

“Thanks,” he said simply, but you knew, in his own way, that he meant it.

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The Akademiya was everything you had imagined it would be—prestigious, rigorous, and filled with students who were just as sharp and talented as Alhaitham. He fit in seamlessly, his intellect quickly earning him a place among the top scholars.

Yet, despite the demands of his studies, Alhaitham never drifted away from you. He still came back to Sumeru City often, and when he did, the two of you would slip right back into your old routine—sitting under the tree, you with your sketchbook and he with his books.

There were times when you visited him at the Akademiya, too. The towering buildings of the institution intimidated you at first, but you quickly found that, with Alhaitham by your side, you had nothing to fear. He introduced you to the library, showing you sections filled with texts that most people your age wouldn’t have even heard of, let alone understood. You watched him interact with the other students—aloof, confident, and always in control.

Despite his growing reputation as a brilliant but somewhat detached scholar, you saw the parts of him that others didn’t. The way his eyes would soften slightly when he spoke about his grandmother, the way he’d listen carefully when you talked about your latest artistic project, even if it wasn’t something he fully understood.

And though neither of you ever said it out loud, you both knew that your bond, forged in childhood and strengthened over the years, was something rare—something that no amount of Akademiya knowledge or scholarly prestige could replace.

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The inevitable question of the future loomed over you. Alhaitham’s place at the Akademiya was secure, his path clear. You, on the other hand, weren’t quite sure where you fit into the grand scheme of things. Your art had grown more refined, your talent undeniable, but the world didn’t seem to value creativity in the same way it did intellect.

One afternoon, while sitting under the tree, you voiced your concerns aloud for the first time. “Do you ever wonder if we’re supposed to fit into certain roles?” you asked, absentmindedly sketching the edge of a leaf.

Alhaitham glanced up from his book, his brow furrowed slightly. “What do you mean?”

You sighed, leaning back against the tree trunk. “I mean… you’re destined for the Akademiya. You always have been. But me? I don’t know where I’m supposed to go.”

He was silent for a long moment, his gaze thoughtful as he considered your words. “You’re an artist. That’s where you belong.”

“But what if it’s not enough?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “What if the world doesn’t need art?”

Alhaitham’s gaze softened in a way that was rare for him, and he set his book aside. “The world doesn’t need most things. But that doesn’t mean they aren’t important.”

You looked at him, surprised by the quiet conviction in his words.

“I’ve seen the way you look at the world,” he continued, his voice steady. “You see things in a way that most people don’t. That’s your gift. Just because it doesn’t fit into the Akademiya’s way of thinking doesn’t mean it’s any less valuable.”

You felt a warmth spread through your chest at his words, the kind of reassurance you hadn’t even known you needed.

For the first time in a long while, you didn’t feel so lost. And as you looked at Alhaitham, sitting there beside you, you realized that no matter where life took you, this bond, this friendship, would remain

As the years passed, your bond with Alhaitham deepened. He wasn’t the most expressive or emotional person, but you learned to read the subtle ways in which he showed that he cared. The moments you shared were often quiet, filled with comfortable silences as you both worked on your individual projects—Alhaitham with his studies and you with your sketches, which had become more intricate and beautiful as you grew older.

He had introduced you to books that went beyond the curriculum, texts from the Akademiya that challenged your thinking, and though you weren't academically inclined, you appreciated the way Alhaitham's mind worked. In turn, you’d share your art with him—showing him your latest sketches and projects, which ranged from detailed drawings of nature to abstract depictions of your thoughts and feelings. He didn’t always understand your creative process, but he admired your skill, especially the passion behind every line and stroke. The two of you complemented each other in ways that neither of you had ever expected.

When you weren’t drawing, you were often with him, exploring the libraries of Sumeru City, wandering through its bustling markets, or simply sitting by the riverbank, enjoying the quiet moments together. Alhaitham had never been one for grand gestures or declarations, but you’d caught the way his gaze lingered on you sometimes—soft, thoughtful, as though he was memorizing every detail of your face.

By the time you were both teenagers, it was clear to everyone around you that your relationship had evolved into something more. Even if neither of you had admitted it out loud, the unspoken connection between you grew stronger with each passing day.

That connection was precisely what was on Alhaitham’s mind as he paced outside his house, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket. He had spent weeks thinking about it, planning it, and today—today was finally the day. He was going to confess his feelings to you. He had never been one for sentimentality, but after years of friendship, study sessions, and quiet moments spent together, it had become undeniable. You were important to him, in ways that transcended logic and reason.

He had rehearsed the words in his head a hundred times, though they never sounded quite right. Still, Alhaitham was determined to tell you—today.

But as he made his way to your house, hoping to catch you before your evening sketching session by the river, a feeling of unease settled in his chest. The atmosphere around your home seemed different, more tense. When he arrived, he found you outside, sitting on the front steps with your sketchbook resting on your knees, but there was something off about your expression. You weren’t drawing, just staring at the ground, as if lost in thought.

“Y/N,” he called out, and you looked up, your eyes clouded with something he couldn’t quite place.

“Hey, Alhaitham.” Your voice was soft, and he immediately knew something was wrong.

He approached slowly, sitting down beside you on the steps, waiting for you to speak. You had always been the more expressive one, able to put emotions into words while he struggled with them, so he waited.

“My dad’s leaving for Liyue,” you said quietly after a long pause.

Alhaitham’s brow furrowed. “For how long?”

“Two weeks. Business trip.” You bit your lip, your fingers tightening around the edges of your sketchbook. “I’m going with him.”

He blinked, taken aback. He hadn’t expected that. “You’re going with him?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, staring down at your sketchbook. “He asked me to come along. Said it’d be a good experience for me. I’m leaving today.”

Alhaitham felt a jolt of surprise. You were leaving today? He had been so focused on confessing his feelings that he hadn’t anticipated the possibility of you not being around.

The news hit him harder than he expected. He had wanted to tell you everything, wanted to finally put his feelings into words, but now… it didn’t feel like the right time. How could he confess now, only for you to leave? And what if something changed while you were away?

For the first time in his life, Alhaitham hesitated.

“Well… I suppose I can tell you when you come back,” he said quietly, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

You turned to him, frowning. “Tell me what?”

He paused for a moment, meeting your gaze, but then shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “It’s nothing. It can wait. I’ll tell you when you return.”

You stared at him for a moment longer, as if trying to figure out what he wasn’t saying, but eventually, you nodded. “Alright… I’ll hold you to that.”

There was a strange weight between you now, something unsaid that lingered in the air. You both stood up, and for a brief moment, you hesitated before stepping closer to him. You weren’t the kind to hug often, but in that moment, it felt right. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him tightly.

“I’ll miss you,” you said quietly, your voice muffled against his chest.

Alhaitham froze for a second, caught off guard by the hug, but then his arms slowly came around you, holding you in return. The warmth of your embrace filled the emptiness he hadn’t realized he’d been carrying.

“I’ll miss you too,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

When you pulled away, you gave him a small smile, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes. You grabbed your bag from the steps and slung it over your shoulder, then turned toward the path that led to the main road, where your father was waiting with the carriage.

“I’ll see you in two weeks, Alhaitham,” you called out, waving as you started walking away.

He stood there, watching you go, the words he hadn’t said still lodged in his throat. He would wait until you came back, he told himself. He could wait. Two weeks wasn’t so long. You’d return, and then he’d tell you everything.

But as he watched you disappear down the road, a strange feeling gnawed at the back of his mind—a nagging sense that something wasn’t quite right. What he didn’t know, what neither of you knew, was that your trip to Liyue would be far longer than either of you had anticipated.

When you left Sumeru all those years ago, Alhaitham didn’t think much of the two-week trip. He expected you to return soon, and he had held onto the hope of confessing his feelings as soon as you were back. But when days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, the reality of your absence began to weigh on him.

You’d left your art behind, your sketchbook sitting on the desk where you used to draw, pages half-filled with ideas and fragments of your mind. Alhaitham found himself flipping through it occasionally, his fingers brushing over the pages. He was never one to dwell on emotions or let them consume him, but the emptiness left by your sudden departure was hard to ignore. He missed the way you’d ramble about your latest ideas, missed watching you sketch with that focused look in your eyes.

At first, he buried himself in his studies. He was, after all, a logical person—someone who sought knowledge above all else. He excelled in every subject, his intellect sharp and precise, gaining recognition at the Akademiya for his dedication and brilliance. By the time he was twenty Alhaitham was already on the path to becoming one of the most esteemed scholars in Sumeru. He should’ve felt fulfilled by his success—his life was progressing exactly as he had planned.

But there was always that lingering emptiness. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something important was missing.

Even as the years passed, the absence of your presence in his life was a constant. He heard little of your whereabouts, and whenever he saw your old sketchbook on the shelf, he was reminded of the quiet moments you used to share. He often wondered what had happened to you. Why had you stayed away so long? What had kept you from coming back?

Ten years later, at twenty-seven, Alhaitham had become a well-respected scribe. He had moved out of his childhood home and had his own home whom he shared with Kaveh, who was—unfortunately for Alhaitham—an incredibly vocal and emotional roommate. They often found themselves at the local café, Kaveh talking about the latest architectural projects or complaining about his own work, while Alhaitham kept his nose buried in a book, barely paying attention to Kaveh’s ramblings.

Alhaitham’s mind barely registered Kaveh’s endless chatter as he focused on his book. He wasn’t one to let distractions pull him away, but the familiar sound of the Traveler’s voice reached his ears. His brows furrowed in mild curiosity, and his gaze flickered toward the café’s entrance.

The Traveler stood there, Paimon floating beside them, talking animatedly. But his eyes weren’t drawn to them. Instead, they were pulled to the figure standing beside the Traveler—a woman dressed in elegant Liyuean attire, her silhouette framed by the café's warm light. At first, he didn’t recognize her, his mind struggling to place the image with his memories.

But then, like a flash of clarity, it hit him.

It was you.

Alhaitham froze, his heart skipping a beat as he stared at you. You had changed so much over the years, your teenage softness replaced by the refined elegance of a grown woman. Your Liyuean clothes—a long, flowing dress in shades of deep red and gold with intricate patterns—hugged your form with a grace that seemed to suit you perfectly. A simple but delicate hairpin glinted in your hair, securing it neatly behind your head. The outfit made you look almost regal, exuding the kind of maturity that hadn’t been there the last time he’d seen you.

You turned slightly, laughing at something the Traveler said, and in that moment, your eyes met his.

For a second, time seemed to stop. The café’s noise, Kaveh’s voice, everything faded into the background as your gaze locked onto his. Your smile faltered, and the laughter that had just been on your lips disappeared as your eyes widened in shock.

You hadn’t expected to see him. Not here, not so soon. It felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room as you tried to process the reality of seeing Alhaitham again after all these years.

For a moment, you were the teenager you had been, standing in front of him all over again. Memories of Sumeru, of your days spent sketching beside him, of the time you had shared, all came rushing back with a force that left you breathless. You hadn’t realized how much you had missed him—until now.

He had changed, too. The boy you once knew had grown into a man. He was taller, broader, his physique more defined, and there was an air of quiet strength about him that hadn’t been there before. His grey-green eyes, always sharp and thoughtful, were now piercing as they looked at you, a mix of shock and disbelief swimming in them.

Paimon was the first to break the silence, her eyes lighting up in recognition. “Oh, Alhaitham!” she called, waving at him enthusiastically. “It’s you!”

The Traveler followed Paimon’s lead, giving a small wave. “Alhaitham, it’s been a while.”

But you were still frozen, your lips parting as if to say something, but no words came out. Slowly, you made your way over to his table, your legs moving almost on autopilot. The closer you got, the more real it felt, and the butterflies in your stomach twisted into a knot.

You stopped just in front of him, staring at him for a long moment before a smile—a hesitant, almost disbelieving smile—began to form on your lips.

“Alhaitham…” you said, your voice soft, as if testing the name. “I can’t believe it’s really you.”

He blinked, still processing your presence, before his features shifted into something unreadable. “You’re back,” he finally said, his tone calm, though there was a slight tension in his voice.

“I’m back,” you confirmed, though the words felt heavy, as if there was so much more behind them. Your gaze swept over him again, taking in the changes, before you let out a soft chuckle. “You’ve… gotten bigger. Stronger. I guess you could protect me now, huh?”

The teasing tone in your voice brought a flicker of something in his eyes—amusement, maybe. But it was fleeting.

“I suppose so,” he replied, though his eyes never left yours, searching for something. The quiet between you felt charged, as if the years apart had left too many things unspoken.

You shifted slightly, trying to ground yourself in the moment, your hand brushing the fabric of your Liyuean dress. “I never thought I’d see you again, at least not so soon.”

“Neither did I,” he admitted, his voice quiet. “What happened? Why didn’t you come back?”

Your smile faltered, the weight of your answer settling over you. You let out a small sigh, lowering your gaze for a moment before meeting his eyes again. “It’s… a long story,” you said softly. “My dad got stuck in Liyue. He… ran into some debt, and things got complicated. We ended up staying there much longer than we expected.”

Alhaitham’s brows knitted together in concern, but he remained silent, waiting for you to continue.

“I had to help him,” you went on, your voice a little steadier now. “It wasn’t easy. I had to put everything on hold. And before I knew it, years had passed. I ended up studying law in Liyue to help him deal with everything.”

He blinked, surprised. “You’re a lawyer?”

You nodded, though there was a sadness in your eyes that he didn’t miss. “Yeah, I am. It wasn’t what I had planned, but… it seemed like the right thing to do at the time.”

Alhaitham was silent for a moment, processing this new information. You, the girl who had once poured her soul into art, had become a lawyer. It was hard to reconcile the image of you sitting beside him, sketching, with the idea of you in a courtroom or an office, dealing with the complexities of law.

“What about your art?” he asked, his voice gentler now.

You smiled, but it was tinged with that same sadness. “I still draw… but not as much. Sometimes, when you grow up, life pulls you in directions you never expected. And before you know it, the things you love… they become hobbies rather than careers.”

Alhaitham’s heart ached at your words, though he didn’t show it. He had always admired your passion for art, the way you poured yourself into every sketch, every line. To hear that you had let go of that dream, even partially, left him with a sense of loss he hadn’t anticipated.

But before he could say anything, you smiled at him, brighter this time, as if trying to lighten the mood. “But enough about that. It’s good to see you again, Alhaitham. You really have grown into someone… incredible.”

He didn’t reply right away, his eyes still lingering on you, on the woman you had become. Ten years had passed, but the connection between you felt as strong as ever, even if it had been buried under time and distance.

And as he sat there, staring at you, Alhaitham realized something that made his heart clench. You had returned, yes—but the years had changed you both in ways neither of you could have predicted.

The moment stretched between you, filled with the weight of ten years of absence. Alhaitham’s usual calm, controlled demeanor was chipped away, revealing something raw beneath the surface. He had prepared himself for this reunion countless times in his mind, but the reality of seeing you again left him unsettled.

“I didn’t think you’d ever come back,” he finally said, his voice low and steady, though his eyes betrayed the emotion he tried to suppress. “Not after so long.”

You felt the heaviness in his words and it tugged at your heart. The boy you once knew, the one who had always been so composed, was struggling to contain the hurt he had buried deep inside. And it was all because of you—because you had left without ever explaining why. The guilt weighed heavily on you now, knowing that he had been waiting, never knowing when or if you’d return.

“I didn’t plan to stay away,” you admitted softly. “Everything just… spiraled out of control. One thing led to another, and before I knew it, ten years had passed. I wanted to come back sooner, but I couldn’t.”

Alhaitham leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed as if to shield himself from the feelings he didn’t want to confront. “I get it. Life happens.”

The casual response stung more than you expected. You could sense the disappointment in his words, the unspoken frustration. He was holding back, as he always did, unwilling to let his emotions show fully. But you could feel them, just beneath the surface.

“Alhaitham, I’m sorry,” you said, your voice soft but sincere. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

His gaze softened for a moment, but then his usual calm expression returned. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, looking away as if gathering his thoughts. “I waited,” he admitted quietly, his words almost too soft to hear. “I was going to tell you how I felt before you left, but I thought I’d wait until you came back.”

You froze, the breath catching in your throat. He had wanted to tell you… back then? Before you left?

“Tell me?” you echoed, unsure if you had heard him correctly.

His eyes met yours, and for the first time, you saw the vulnerability he had kept hidden all these years. “How I felt about you,” he said, more firmly this time. “I was going to tell you that I liked you… more than just a friend.”

Your heart clenched. In all those years, you had never known that he had felt the same way. You had thought about him often, wondered what could have been, but you never allowed yourself to dwell on it too long. It was easier to believe that the past was just that—the past.

“I… I didn’t know,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I had no idea.”

He shrugged, trying to play it off, but there was a sadness in his eyes that couldn’t be ignored. “It doesn’t matter now, does it? Ten years have passed.”

“But it does matter,” you replied quickly, your emotions bubbling to the surface. “I cared about you, too. I thought about you every day after I left. I always wondered what could’ve been if I hadn’t gone.”

The admission hung in the air between you, both of you silently processing what the other had said. The café seemed to fade into the background, leaving just the two of you, confronting the feelings you had both buried for so long.

“You never said anything,” Alhaitham muttered, his eyes dropping to the table. “I thought you were happy in Liyue, that you had moved on.”

You shook your head, tears threatening to blur your vision. “I never moved on, Alhaitham. I just… I had no choice. I had to help my dad. It wasn’t about moving on or forgetting you. It was about surviving.”

His gaze lifted to meet yours again, searching your face for the truth in your words. And he found it—the pain, the longing, the regret. It was all there, as raw and real as his own.

Silence settled over you once more, but it was different now. It wasn’t the awkward, tension-filled silence from before. It was something deeper, something filled with the weight of all the things left unsaid over the years.

Finally, Alhaitham spoke, his voice gentler than before. “So… what now? You’re here, after all this time. What happens next?”

You smiled, though it was a little sad. “I don’t know. I’m still figuring things out. My dad’s debt is taken care of now, but life… it’s complicated. I came back to Sumeru because it felt like the right thing to do, but I don’t know what the future holds.”

He nodded slowly, understanding. “And the art?”

You chuckled softly, though there was a touch of bitterness in it. “I wish I could say I’ve been painting every day, but the truth is… I haven’t. Life got in the way. Being a lawyer takes up most of my time.”

“I see,” he said, but there was a sadness in his eyes, as though he mourned the lost artist in you.

You reached across the table, your fingers brushing his hand gently. “But I haven’t given up on it. Not completely. It’s still a part of me. Maybe… maybe I’ll find my way back to it one day.”

He looked down at where your hand rested on his, a small flicker of hope lighting in his eyes. “You should,” he said softly. “It was always something that made you… you.”

You smiled at that, a genuine smile this time. “Maybe I will.”

For a moment, you just sat there, hands touching, the weight of the past finally beginning to lift. There was still so much to talk about, so much to work through, but in that moment, it didn’t feel impossible. You had found each other again, after all the years and the distance. That was something.

And maybe, just maybe, it was the start of something new.

The silence between you and Alhaitham felt different now—lighter, yet still heavy with unspoken emotions. The café bustled around you, but it was as though the two of you were in your own bubble, suspended in time. Your hand remained on his, and for the first time in years, you felt a sense of calm.

Kaveh, who had been quietly observing from across the table, cleared his throat loudly, pulling both you and Alhaitham out of the moment. “So… not to interrupt or anything, but I’m dying to know—what’s the plan now?” His tone was teasing, but there was a genuine curiosity in his eyes.

You pulled your hand back slowly, suddenly aware of how much time had passed. "I don't really have a plan," you admitted with a small shrug. "I’m still trying to figure things out."

Alhaitham's gaze remained fixed on you, studying your face like a puzzle he was trying to solve. "You don’t have to decide everything now," he said quietly. "You’ve just come back."

His voice was calm, but there was something in his tone—a quiet plea, almost—as if he wanted to hold on to the moment a little longer, to not let you slip away again.

You nodded, grateful for his understanding. “I suppose I don’t.”

Kaveh leaned forward, a mischievous grin on his face. “Well, while you figure out your life plan, why not start by catching up over dinner? It’s been ten years, and I’m sure Alhaitham has plenty to tell you.”

Alhaitham shot him a look, but you couldn’t help but smile at Kaveh’s suggestion. “That sounds nice,” you said, glancing at Alhaitham. “Dinner. It’ll give us time to… catch up.”

Alhaitham’s lips quirked into a small smile, one of those rare ones that always caught you off guard. “I’d like that.”

The moment felt delicate, as though you were both trying to navigate the shifting ground beneath you, but for the first time in years, you felt like you were on solid footing with him. The years of separation and uncertainty hadn’t erased what you once had; if anything, they had made it more precious.

Kaveh stood up suddenly, clapping his hands together. “Alright then! Dinner it is! I’ll leave you two to… sort out the details.” He winked at you before turning to Alhaitham. “Don’t screw this up, genius.”

Alhaitham gave him a deadpan look as Kaveh sauntered out of the café, leaving the two of you alone again.

You turned back to Alhaitham, feeling a nervous flutter in your stomach. “So… dinner?”

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving yours. “Dinner,” he confirmed. “But I’d like to take a walk first. It’s been so long, and I’d like to hear more about what you’ve been up to.”

You smiled softly, nodding. “I’d like that too.”

As the two of you left the café, stepping out into the cool evening air, you felt a sense of nostalgia wash over you. The streets of Sumeru were different now, yet familiar. You glanced at Alhaitham, who walked beside you, his expression thoughtful as he took in the city. You wondered if he was thinking about the past too—about the two teenagers who once roamed these same streets together.

“I never expected to see you so soon,” you admitted as you walked, your voice breaking the comfortable silence. “I thought… well, I didn’t think it would happen like this.”

Alhaitham glanced at you, his gaze softening. “Neither did I. But I’m glad it did.”

You looked away for a moment, collecting your thoughts. "When I left, I wasn’t sure when—or if—I’d be back. I thought about Sumeru a lot… about you. But life had other plans."

“I understand,” he said quietly. “Things change. People change.”

You nodded. “Yeah… but it’s strange. Coming back now, it feels like so much has changed, but at the same time… it feels like nothing has.”

Alhaitham slowed his pace, turning to face you fully. “You’ve changed,” he said, his voice steady but filled with something deeper. “You’ve grown, and I can see it in everything about you. But you’re still… you.”

You felt a lump rise in your throat at his words. There was a warmth in the way he looked at you, as though he saw through all the years and the distance, straight to the person you had always been.

“And you’re still you,” you replied, smiling through the emotions threatening to spill over. “Still calm, still steady. Still…” You hesitated, searching for the right word. “Still Alhaitham.”

He smiled—a real one this time, small but genuine. “Still Alhaitham,” he echoed.

The two of you continued walking in silence for a while, the weight of everything left unsaid hanging between you. You knew there was more to talk about, more to reveal, but for now, just being together again was enough.

Eventually, you reached the edge of the city, where the streets gave way to open fields bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. Alhaitham stopped, turning to you with a question in his eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked softly, the vulnerability back in his voice. “When you left… why didn’t you tell me what was going on?”

You bit your lip, the memories rushing back. “I didn’t want to burden you,” you admitted. “Everything with my dad… it was so sudden. And I knew that if I told you, it would only make it harder to leave.”

He looked at you, his gaze intense. “You could’ve trusted me.”

“I know,” you whispered. “I should’ve. But I was scared. I didn’t want to pull you into my mess.”

Alhaitham’s expression softened, and he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently touch your arm. “You were never a burden,” he said quietly. “And you never will be.”

You felt your heart swell at his words, the guilt and regret that had weighed on you for years slowly starting to lift. “I’m sorry,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “For everything.”

He shook his head, his thumb brushing your arm in a comforting gesture. “There’s nothing to apologize for. You did what you had to do.”

For a moment, you just stood there, the two of you bathed in the fading light, the weight of the past slowly being replaced by the promise of something new.

Finally, you broke the silence, your voice filled with hope. “So… where do we go from here?”

Alhaitham smiled, that rare, beautiful smile that you had missed so much. “Wherever you want,” he said softly. “We’ve got time.”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in shades of orange and pink, an electric tension settled between you and Alhaitham. The fading warmth of the day mirrored the warmth building in your chest, a heat that seemed to grow with every second you spent standing there, inches apart. His hand, still resting lightly on your arm, was the only point of contact, but it felt like so much more.

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, and for a moment, you couldn’t breathe. There was something unspoken in his gaze, something deep and intense that you hadn’t seen before. The weight of the years apart, the missed chances, the unspoken words—it all hung in the air between you, begging to be resolved.

Your lips parted as you tried to speak, but no words came. Instead, the pull between you grew stronger, undeniable. Alhaitham’s eyes flicked down to your lips for just a second, and your heart skipped a beat. The soft breeze carried the scent of the fields around you, but all you could focus on was him—the way his hand lingered on your arm, the warmth radiating from his body, and the tension in the air thick enough to cut through.

Neither of you moved at first, as if both of you were afraid that taking that final step might break the fragile moment. But then, without thinking, you closed the distance between you. It was subtle at first—a shift of your body, a tilt of your head. And then his hand slid up your arm, gently cupping the side of your face, thumb brushing lightly against your cheek.

Your heart pounded in your chest as he leaned in, his breath warm against your skin. Time seemed to slow, and every nerve in your body was focused on this moment, on him. You weren’t sure who moved first, but suddenly his lips were on yours, soft yet firm, hesitant yet sure.

The kiss was slow, almost tentative, as if testing the waters after so much time apart. But the moment his lips touched yours, everything seemed to fall into place. It felt like coming home after years of wandering, like everything that had been missing for so long was suddenly found.

You responded without hesitation, your hand coming up to rest against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your palm. His other hand found its way to the small of your back, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. It was gentle, but there was an underlying urgency—an unspoken promise that neither of you wanted to waste any more time.

When you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathless, foreheads resting against each other as you caught your breath. His thumb still caressed your cheek, and you felt like the world had narrowed to just the two of you.

Alhaitham’s eyes searched yours, his voice soft when he finally spoke. “I’ve waited for this,” he whispered, his breath warm against your lips. “For so long.”

You smiled, your hand still resting against his chest. “Me too,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I never stopped thinking about you.”

His lips quirked into a small smile, his thumb brushing your bottom lip before leaning in for another kiss, this one deeper, more assured. You melted into him, your arms wrapping around his neck as his hand tightened around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

It wasn’t just a kiss—it was years of longing, of missed moments, of everything that had been left unsaid. And in that moment, nothing else mattered but the two of you.

When you finally broke apart again, both of you were breathing heavily, but neither of you moved to step away. Alhaitham rested his forehead against yours, eyes closed, and for the first time in years, you felt whole.

“You’re not leaving again,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with determination.

You smiled, leaning into him. “I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered back.

And in that moment, under the fading light of the evening sky, it felt like everything had finally come full circle.

—usagiibun2024 🐇

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part 4 [final]

— (𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗂𝗆𝗒𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗑.)

𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒...in which you are a cam girl and he is your favorite viewer OR in which you are a final year college student and he is your new professor.

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌... smut, rough sex, oral sex (f and m),possessive sex, hair-pulling, vaginal fingering, masturbating( f and m), doggy style, mating press, language, slight breeding kink, multiple orgasms, body worshipping (f! receiving) (these warnings are for all 4 parts)

𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾... I FINALLY WROTE THE LAST PART (im sorry i took months but ehe..here)

11.6k words (i died writing but i hope you guys enjoy it)

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usagiibun2025🐇

After slipping out of the college building, you both move quickly toward Alhaitham’s car, almost as if trying to stay out of sight, like you’re concealing a secret too precious to be seen. His hand hovers near the small of your back, guiding you with a gentle but firm touch, and your pulse races each time his fingers brush against you. In the dimming evening light, shadows lengthen over the campus, wrapping around you as though trying to draw you together in a quiet intimacy.

Once you reach his car, you both slide in without a word, but the silence thrums with something unspoken. The scent of leather and the faintest trace of his cologne settle around you, mingling with the soft warmth of the evening air. He starts the car, and you can’t help but glance at him, noticing the slight dishevelment in his appearance—the faint tousling of his hair, the loosened collar, small signs of the heated moments just passed. There’s a charged stillness between you, and when his gaze shifts over, meeting yours, you both exchange a look that says everything without a word.

As he pulls out of the lot, you feel an ache blooming inside—a desire mixed with anticipation, but there’s an unexpected nervousness threading through it all. Your eyes drift to the darkening sky outside, watching as the soft hues of the sunset melt away, replaced by a quiet dusk that grows thicker with every mile.

Glancing sideways, you catch his profile in the fading light, his expression calm and controlled, yet there’s an undeniable heat in his gaze when he looks at you—a glint that makes your heart race and your thoughts spin even faster.

Your mind starts racing with a plethora of questions. What would happen after tonight? Would he even care to know you beyond this? Or was this all just a moment of curiosity for him? You’re excited, yes, but the uncertainty feels like a weight pressing on your chest but then, beneath the excitement and nervous thrill, another reality sharpens into focus—he’s your professor. The thought winds around your mind, a reminder of just how complicated this could become.

The closer you get to your apartment, the more your mind races, tangling with thoughts you can’t quite silence.

In the dim glow of the passing streetlights, he notices the shift in your expression, and his eyes linger on you a little longer. “Are you okay?” he asks quietly, his voice careful, threading through the silence with a calm steadiness.

You hesitate, glancing down, hands tightening against each other in your lap. There’s a flutter of uncertainty and the gnawing fear that maybe you’re reading too much into this. “Yeah, I just…” You trail off, trying to find the words, but they feel heavy on your tongue, reluctant to reveal the vulnerability simmering beneath the surface.

He pulls the car to the side of the road, dim and tucked away, turning his full attention to you. His gaze is so intent that it makes you feel seen in a way that both unnerves and comforts you. His expression softens, and the patience in his light turquoise eyes calms some of the jittery nerves swirling in your stomach.

“If you’re not sure about this,” he begins, his tone gentle and grounding, “we don’t have to go any further. I can just take you home, and we’ll leave things as they were.”

The softness in his voice, the reassurance without expectation, makes something twist inside of you, and you shake your head almost instinctively. “No.” Your hand reaches out, tentatively finding his where it rests on the console, and his fingers curl around yours, enveloping your hand in his. The size difference is striking—his fingers strong, warm, almost encompassing yours entirely. A small comfort, grounding you.

Looking down at your joined hands, your heart stutters with a mix of emotions. Could you really mean this much to him, as more than just something fleeting? Or are you just trying to comfort yourself with false hopes ? You gather your breath, the words tangled in your chest, but you finally find the courage to let them out, voice barely a whisper. “I… I really like you, Alhaitham,” you admit, eyes flickering up to meet his. “Even though I couldn’t stand you at first,” you add with a soft, nervous laugh, hoping the admission doesn’t seem foolish.

His thumb gently traces over your knuckles, a faint smile lifting his lips. “I’m aware,” he says quietly, the teasing lilt in his voice lightening the moment, his eyes crinkling at the corners just slightly, like he’s remembering every sharp look and dismissive glance you ever sent his way.

You try to smile, but the vulnerability hangs heavy. “It’s just… after this, I don’t know how things will be. And I don’t want this to just be… a one-time thing.” Your voice trembles slightly, betraying the fear you’ve tried so hard to hold back. “I know it probably doesn’t mean as much to you. I mean… I’m just a cam girl to you, right?”

His expression shifts, a flicker of surprise and something deeper crossing his face. Before you can say anything else, he reaches out, his hand cradling your cheek, thumb tracing softly over your skin, grounding you in that gentle touch. He looks at you with an intensity that goes beyond words, like he’s peeling back every layer, taking in everything you’re struggling to hide.

“It wasn’t… always this way,” he admits, his voice low and warm. “At first, yes—it was just curiosity. But the more I watched, the more I noticed things I didn’t expect.” His gaze holds yours, his sincerity radiating through every word. “You aren’t just a face on a screen. There’s a depth to you—how you speak, how you think. I like you for… more than what you’re afraid of.”

The honesty in his eyes, the gentleness in his touch, dissolves some of the tension in your chest. But the moment feels fragile, like the weight of your insecurities might shatter it, and your breath hitches, the emotion catching in your throat.

Before you realize it, a tear slips down your cheek, thick and glistening, catching the dim light like a crystal. You feel foolish, trying to wipe it away, but he brushes it aside first, his thumb gentle as it trails over your skin, leaving warmth in its wake.

He misreads the reason behind your tears, concern softening his gaze. “You don’t have to feel pressured into anything,” he murmurs. “We can stop here, if this is too much for you.”

You shake your head, your hand rising to cover his where it cups your cheek, grounding you in the warmth and steadiness of him. “No, it’s… it’s not that,” you whisper, voice barely steady. “I’m just… scared, I guess. I’m scared of wanting more.”

His thumb brushes gently along your jawline, and his eyes hold yours, unwavering. “You don’t need to be afraid of that.” His voice is low, but each word carries a quiet conviction. “I like you too. For more than what you think.”

The sincerity in his tone, the simple truth of his words, reaches something deep within you. And as you look into his eyes, you see the warmth there, a tenderness that mirrors the feelings you’ve kept guarded for so long. It’s enough to ground you, to soothe the ache of uncertainty, even if just for this moment.

For a while, neither of you speak, the silence settling comfortably between you as his hands stay cradling your face, your fingers gently brushing over his. His eyes search yours with a quiet intensity, as though he’s memorizing every detail, every unspoken thought hidden behind your gaze. And in that stillness, you feel a kind of calmness settle over you—a calmness that promises that whatever comes next, this moment is real.

With the air between you charged, and his touch grounding you in ways you hadn’t expected, your gaze falls to his mouth, lingering there as your pulse quickens. Gathering the courage from the look in his eyes—gentle yet intense, like he’s offering a silent promise—you lean in, heart racing as your lips finally meet his.

The first contact is soft, tentative, but quickly the kiss deepens, taking on a fervent urgency. His hands slide up, one hand steady on the side of your face, the other resting along your back, pulling you closer until there’s no distance left. Your mouths part in sync, and the kiss grows hungrier, tongues brushing, tasting, as if you’re both pouring out every unspoken feeling into that single moment. The sensation is overwhelming, and his mouth against yours feels like a perfect mix of warmth and something deeper, as though he’s letting you glimpse every emotion he’s held back.

Without breaking the kiss, Alhaitham’s hands find your waist, his grip firm but gentle as he guides you across the console, pulling you into his lap. You settle against him, feeling the strength beneath his steady composure, the subtle shift in his breath, as if even he is losing his usual restraint. His hand splays across your lower back, holding you securely as your fingers tangle into his hair, drawing him closer, desperate for more.

You both fit together, the closeness erasing all hesitation. His fingers press into your back, drawing you even closer, and when his tongue slides against yours again, a soft sound escapes you, caught between surprise and desire. The kiss continues, long and unbroken, as if neither of you want it to end. Each movement, each soft press of his lips and gentle trace of his hands, conveys the quiet intensity that words can’t quite capture.

Finally, he pulls back just enough for his forehead to rest against yours, breaths mingling in the close air. His gaze, now clouded and intent, meets yours, and in that stillness, you realize how much you both wanted this moment—how it goes beyond just the physical, reaching somewhere neither of you had planned.

Your apartment welcomed the both of you in hushed tones, the soft click of the door behind you folding the night outside. You slipped your shoes off with quiet ease, and Alhaitham followed, the space still unfamiliar to him, yet already wrapped in the scent of you—warm, faintly floral, lived-in.

He didn’t ask where to go. He didn’t need to. When you offered your hand, he took it without hesitation, your fingers weaving into his as you guided him through the soft-lit hall and into your bedroom. It was modest, personal. A place shaped by your solitude and quiet nights. He stood there for a moment, letting his eyes settle on the details—the books on your nightstand, the folds in your bedsheets, the way the curtains swayed slightly from an open window.

You turned to him then, your hand still in his, delicate and steady. “Would you pick something for me? And to put it on ?” you asked, voice hushed like a confession. “For tonight’s stream.”

There was no playfulness in your tone—only trust. An offering.

He nods. Wordlessly, you slipped your fingers from his and walked to your wardrobe. When you opened it, the different outfits stretched toward him like a quiet invitation. You stepped aside to give him room, and he moved forward with a kind of reverence, letting his gaze drift slowly over silks and lace, colours and textures, all these glimpses of the you the world never truly knew.

His hand hovered for a breath before settling on a piece—black, delicate, the kind of fabric that would whisper over skin and hold moonlight in its threads. He drew it out gently, as though it were something sacred.

And then—he simply looked at you. Eyes steady, mesmerized. Like he wasn’t just seeing a woman, but a moment. A choice. A silence filled with meaning.

 Alhaitham gently held up the delicate black lingerie he has picked for you, his eyes met yours, lingering with a mixture of admiration and restraint. The sheer fabric, detailed with intricate lace and soft ribbons, seemed almost fragile in his hands, yet he handled it with reverence, as though it were crafted just for you. His gaze roamed over the piece before returning to meet your eyes, silently asking if you were ready.

As your fingers moved to the hem of your shirt, you felt Alhaitham’s eyes on you, watching your every movement with an intensity that made the room feel warmer. You took a deep, steadying breath, your heart hammering in your chest, then slowly lifted the fabric over your head, letting it fall to the floor. Your hands nimbly work at your bra, snapping it open and releasing your breasts.

Your face burns red, mind racing with thousands of thoughts. You couldn't believe you where undressing in front of your professor, the thought of this made your skin flush and body tremble as his gaze lingered, tracing the lines of your form as if trying to capture each detail, his usual calm demeanor shifting, almost breaking.

Your fingers hooked at your skirt, gulping lighting as you pulled the material down revealing the delicate  panties you wore, adorned with a tiny bow at the front.

The fabric clung to your folds, accentuating the shape of your cunt. A subtle dampness had formed between your folds, making the material slightly sheer, hinting at your body's response to his presence. Alhaitham admired the way the panties hugged you perfectly, creating a contrast that was both innocent and alluring.

Your gaze falls back on him, his grip on the lingerie tight and his eyes never left the sight of your body, drinking it in, you hesitated only slightly before hooking your fingers into the sides of your underwear, feeling sligtly conscious.

His eyes held an unspoken encouragement, unwavering and patient, as if he wanted you to take your time and savor this vulnerable moment.

Finally, you pushed the last piece of fabric down, letting it pool at your feet.  You stood completely bare before him, every nerve in your body heightened.

Your nipples were perked from the cold chill from the room, your pussy glistening from your arousal— the sight of you made Alhaitham’s cock throb.

Though he had already seen you in your most intimate moments through the screen, standing here now, bare and vulnerable in front of him, felt entirely different. His gaze roamed over you, slow and reverent, drinking in every detail as if memorizing it. There was an awe in his eyes, as if the glow of your skin and the curve of your form held a softness that had been missed by any camera lens. Here, under his intense gaze, you felt more ethereal than ever, like he was seeing something hidden beneath the surface.

Alhaitham took a step closer, his expression softened, yet his eyes held a hunger that sent a shiver down your spine. Slowly, he reached out, his fingers skimming along your shoulder and down the curve of your arm, a featherlight touch that left goosebumps in its wake. His touch felt reverent, each brush of his hand tracing your form with a sense of purpose.

When he began to dress you, guiding each delicate piece of lingerie onto your skin, his hands worked slowly, his fingers pressing gently into the plushness of your thighs as he adjusted the garters and straps. His hands traced upwards, pausing as his fingertips brushed close to your core, teasing, lingering there with an excruciating lightness. His gaze never left yours, as though drawn to the expression in your eyes, a magnetic pull that kept him anchored.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a low hum, his fingers still teasingly close but never quite touching. “More than I could have imagined.”

The words left you breathless, and the ghostlike traces of his hands, the heat of his proximity, only intensified the longing pooling between you. His touch was filled with restraint, a slow burn, making every gentle, teasing pass of his fingers a silent promise for what was yet to come. Once Alhaitham had stepped out of frame, he takes a seat on a chair that was directly behind your cam set up. Your eyes were drawn to him, his intense eyes stare at you, you couldn't help but stare at the way

The live session began with a soft chime, and you immediately slipped into your usual persona, a flirtatious smile gracing your lips as you leaned forward, ensuring the angle was just enough to tease your audience without giving too much away.

“Good evening, my loves,” you purred, your voice dripping with honey. “Miss Bunny missed you all so much. Did you miss me too?”

The chat exploded with responses, compliments flooding in about how beautiful you looked tonight, how stunning your lingerie was, and how they had been counting the hours until they could see you again. Your fingers danced over the comments as you read them aloud, your tone playful and coy.

“‘You look ravishing tonight, Bunny.’ Aw, thank you! I try my best for you,” you cooed, shifting slightly on the bed, your skin prickling with awareness.

But despite your focus on the screen, your gaze kept betraying you, darting back to where Alhaitham sat behind the camera. His eyes—those piercing aquamarine depths—bore into you, unwavering and intense. The dim light made him appear almost predatory, the sharp lines of his face casting shadows that highlighted the slight tension in his jaw. His shirt stretched over his broad chest, the muscles beneath barely contained, and his long legs spread slightly, a picture of composed control.

Your breath hitched as you adjusted your position, pressing your clothed mound against the soft mattress beneath you, seeking any kind of friction to alleviate the growing ache between your legs. His gaze was doing things to you that the camera never could, igniting a need that made your body hum.

“‘You seem a little distracted tonight, Bunny,’” you read aloud with a pout, trying to brush off the comment as casually as possible. “Oh, I’m sorry, loves. My professor has been stressing me out. So much work to do after this stream, you wouldn’t believe it.” You added a playful whine, letting your bottom lip jut out in a pout, but the sudden stillness from behind the camera made your stomach twist.

Then you saw it.

“‘Oh, does Miss Bunny have a crush on her professor? We all heard you last night~’”

Your eyes widened, the heat rushing to your face as if you had been caught in the act. For a split second, you froze, unable to tear your gaze from the message, and you heard the faintest sound of movement behind you—a soft exhale from Alhaitham, his presence suddenly heavier in the room.

You quickly tried to recover, laughing it off with a nervous giggle, your voice a pitch higher than usual. “You all have such vivid imaginations,” you murmured, your cheeks burning.

But then another comment caught your eye:

“‘Why don’t you show us how much you like your professor, Bunny? Touch yourself while thinking about him.’”

The suggestion made your breath catch, your immediate instinct to decline, to change the subject and move on. But as you glanced back at Alhaitham, his eyes locked with yours, an idea sparked.

The thought of teasing him, of showing him how much power you could wield even in this vulnerable setting, made your pulse quicken. If he wanted to act unaffected, so composed, you would test that resolve.

“Hmm,” you murmured, your lips curving into a slow, sultry smile. “You want me to do that? To think about my professor while I…”

You trailed off, letting your fingers trail teasingly along your thigh, drawing the movement out for maximum effect. Your eyes flicked back to Alhaitham, whose expression remained stoic, though the sharpness in his gaze betrayed the tension simmering beneath his calm façade.

“Well,” you continued, your tone low and seductive, “maybe I’ll indulge you just this once…”

Leaning back slightly, you trailed a finger along your collarbone, letting the soft material of your lingerie shift just enough to tease without revealing too much. The chat erupted with responses, flooding your screen with suggestions and desires.

“Well, loves,” you purred, your voice like velvet, “what do you want me to do tonight? Tell me what’s on your mind.”

The messages came in fast, some playful, others downright filthy. You skimmed through them, your lips curving into a coy smile.

“‘Touch yourself, Bunny,’” you read aloud, letting a breathy chuckle escape. “‘Let us see how much you’re craving.’”

Your fingers drifted down to the sheer fabric covering your thighs, tracing slow, deliberate circles as you played up the anticipation. You were already soaked, your arousal pooling and seeping through the delicate garment. The cool air against your heated skin only heightened your awareness of just how wet you were.

“All for you,” you whispered, letting your voice dip lower, your hand brushing over the sensitive spot between your legs. The friction made you gasp softly, the sound slipping out before you could stop it.

Behind the camera, Alhaitham shifted. The faintest creak of the chair reached your ears, and you dared to glance at him. His aquamarine eyes were darkened, a storm of emotions swirling within them—desire, tension, and something almost primal. His jaw was clenched, the muscles there tightening as he watched you.

The lighting cast soft shadows on his face, emphasising the sharp angles of his cheekbones and jawline. His hair looked slightly tousled, strands falling over his forehead, catching the dim glow of the room. His shirt clung to his chest, outlining the firm lines of his muscles, and his slacks were taut, leaving little to the imagination as his thighs tensed.

Your gazes locked, and the intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine. You dragged your bottom lip between your teeth, your fingers dipping lower, pressing against the damp fabric as a soft moan escaped your lips. His stare never wavered, and you could see the subtle movement of his throat as he swallowed hard, his restraint slipping.

The chat buzzed with excitement, and you picked out another comment, your voice breathless as you read: “‘Roleplay for us, Bunny. Pretend he’s watching you.’”

You hesitated for a moment, the suggestion sparking a wicked idea. Adjusting yourself on the bed, you let your legs part slightly, giving the camera—and Alhaitham—a better view.

“Are you watching, sir?” you murmured, your tone dripping with seduction. “Do you see how much I need you?”

The words hung in the air, and you didn’t miss the way Alhaitham’s hands gripped the arms of the chair, his knuckles turning white. His chest rose and fell with measured breaths, but his eyes betrayed him, darkened and smouldering as they raked over your every movement.

You pushed the fabric aside slightly, your slick arousal glistening in the low light, and ran your fingers along your folds, teasing yourself as a louder moan slipped free. The sound seemed to snap something in him; his posture stiffened, and his jaw tightened as though he was fighting an internal battle.

Your eyes darted back to his lap, noticing the unmistakable strain in his slacks. His arousal was evident, and the knowledge sent a rush of heat through you. You locked eyes with him again, your gaze challenging, daring him to do something as you pushed the boundaries further.

“Would you punish me for being such a tease, Professor?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly from the sensations coursing through you but still carrying that edge of defiance. “Or would you finally give me what I’ve been craving?”

Your eyes darted to Alhaitham as he pulled out his phone, his expression composed and unreadable. Despite his calm demeanour, the air around him was electric, heavy with an unspoken tension. You shifted slightly, feeling the thin fabric of your lingerie press against your damp skin as you adjusted yourself on the bed. His sharp teal eyes caught yours briefly, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. It was almost imperceptible, but it was there—a knowing look that made your stomach twist deliciously with anticipation.

Moments later, the familiar notification chimed, signalling that User1102 had joined your stream. Your heart skipped a beat as you glanced at the comment section, his name boldly displayed among the sea of usernames.

"Ease a finger in for professor. [$100]"

The boldness of the request made your breath hitch. Your gaze snapped back to Alhaitham, who was leaning casually against the chair, his phone resting in his hand as if he hadn’t just typed out that audacious message. His eyes glimmered with mischief, a subtle but undeniable challenge in their depths.

Heat rushed to your cheeks, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal, as the realisation settled in. He’s User1102. He’s been watching you consistently all this time. The thought sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t stop the soft groan that slipped from your lips.

Swallowing your nerves, you decided to play along, lifting your gaze back to the camera with a coy smile. “Seems like someone has a thing for professors,” you purred, your voice dripping with seduction. Your fingers trailed down your body, grazing over the delicate lace of your garment before slipping between your thighs.

Your touch met your slick folds through the sheer fabric, and you let out a soft gasp, your back arching slightly as you pressed against yourself. “Anything for my viewers,” you whispered, your tone teasing, though your eyes flicked to Alhaitham, whose stare had darkened considerably.

His jaw clenched, and the faint smirk on his lips widened just enough to reveal his amusement. His sharp eyes burned into you, following every movement of your hands with an intensity that made your skin tingle.

The next comment appeared, and you felt your heart race.

"Add another finger. [$100]"

You hesitated, your breath catching as your thighs instinctively clenched together. The sheer audacity of the request made you feel vulnerable, yet you couldn’t ignore the thrill coursing through you. Slowly, you glanced at Alhaitham again.

He didn’t say a word, but the look in his eyes spoke volumes. His composure was maddening, but the way his Adam's apple bobbed ever so slightly as he swallowed betrayed his growing tension. His knuckles were white as he gripped his phone, his slacks tight across his thighs, leaving little to the imagination.

A wicked idea formed in your mind. If he wanted to play this game, you were more than willing to raise the stakes. Sliding your hand beneath the fabric, your fingers dipped into your dripping core, and you let out a soft moan, the sound raw and unrestrained.

“Just for you… professor,” you murmured breathlessly, your voice laced with feigned innocence as your gaze locked with his. The word rolled off your tongue with deliberate seduction, and the effect was immediate.

Alhaitham’s gaze darkened further, his chest rising and falling as he fought to maintain control. The faint smirk was gone now, replaced by a hunger that made your stomach flip. He shifted slightly in his chair, his hand running over his thigh as if to steady himself, but you didn’t miss the way his pants strained against the evidence of his arousal.

The power shift was intoxicating, and as you moved your fingers within yourself, you felt an overwhelming desire to push him even further.

Your breath hitched as another comment from User1102 appeared on the screen, the message short but dripping with sensual command:

"Faster, bunny. Let me hear how much you want me."

The words sent a jolt straight to your core, your body shivering with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from Alhaitham. His teal gaze pierced through you like a flame, sharp and consuming. His composure was cracking—his jaw tight, his hand gripping the edge of the chair as though it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

Your fingers moved faster, the wet sounds filling the air as you threw your head back, unable to stop the stream of moans spilling from your lips. “P-Professor,” you whimpered, the word tumbling out as a sinful plea, each syllable heavy with desperation. You didn’t even care if it reached his ears; it was as if the need to push him further, to feel his eyes devour you, overrode everything else.

You blurted shameless phrases, the heat of the moment stripping you of all restraint. “So tight… so wet for you,” you babbled, voice breathless and trembling. “You feel so good… I—I need you...” Your voice hitched again, a crescendo of need, and you dared a glance at him.

Alhaitham’s face betrayed him now, the tension in his slacks impossible to miss. His chest rose and fell heavily, his usually stoic expression cracked open by the intensity of his gaze. His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but no words came. The flicker of a vein on his temple spoke volumes about his struggle to remain in control.

The sight of him—so composed yet barely holding back—drove you over the edge. Your fingers moved with wild abandon, pressing deep, hitting the perfect spot as you gasped and cried out. Pleasure exploded within you, a wave so intense that it left you trembling, your juices spilling over your fingers and soaking the sheer fabric. Your hips bucked helplessly against your own touch, seeking more even as your body spasmed with the force of your orgasm.

“Ah… haith—” you moaned brokenly, his name almost slipping past your lips in a haze of pleasure. Your vision blurred, your breaths coming in short, frantic pants as you slumped forward, utterly spent.

Even as the aftershocks rippled through you, your eyes found him again. He hadn’t moved from his seat, but his grip on the armrest was iron-tight, his knuckles white. His teal eyes burned into yours, fierce and unyielding, the dim lighting casting sharp shadows over his sharp cheekbones and strong jaw. His shirt clung to his chest and shoulders, stretched taut across the muscles you’d memorised in the heat of that unforgettable night.

You couldn’t breathe under the weight of his gaze, its intensity leaving you feeling both exposed and desired in equal measure. Your body still tingled, warmth pooling low in your belly as you realised the effect you’d had on him. Dizzy and dazed, your lips parted as if to speak, but no words came.

Alhaitham’s jaw tightened, and he shifted in his seat, his gaze still locked on you like you were the only thing in the room. The air between you was thick, electric, and filled with an unspoken tension that neither of you could deny.

He had done this to you—undone you completely with just a few typed words and the sheer force of his presence. And as you sat there, still catching your breath, you realised you were utterly and irrevocably at his mercy.

Your eyes lingered on the camera for a moment, chest still heaving as you tried to collect yourself. The wetness on your fingers glistened in the dim light, and a bold idea formed in your hazy mind. Slowly, deliberately, your gaze shifted to Alhaitham, his teal eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your pulse race anew.

Without breaking eye contact, you brought your fingers to your lips, parting them slightly. Your tongue flicked out, delicate and teasing, before you slowly sucked your fingers clean. The action was languid, sensual, your lips curling slightly as you tasted yourself, never letting go of his piercing gaze.

Alhaitham’s reaction was visceral. His chest rose and fell with deep, controlled breaths, his usually steady composure visibly faltering. His eyes darkened, the teal deepening like a stormy sea, as his jaw tightened, and his Adam’s apple bobbed in a hard swallow. He gripped the armrests of the chair, his knuckles turning white, as though the simple action might tether him to the last shreds of his control.

Heat rolled off him in waves, and for the first time, you felt like you had the upper hand.

You pulled your fingers away with a soft pop, licking your lips before flashing a sweet, playful smile at the camera. "Well, that’s all for tonight, my lovelies,” you purred, your tone coy but tinged with lingering arousal. “I have so much work to finish, or my professor will have my ass—and not in the fun way.”

A soft giggle escaped you as you leaned forward, turning the camera off with a final wave. The screen went dark, and the room was silent except for the sound of your uneven breathing.

When you turned back, the weight of the moment hit you like a tidal wave. Alhaitham was still seated, his posture stiff, but his eyes… they burned. The lust in his gaze was undeniable, an unspoken fire that filled the room, making it hard to breathe.

You were still panting, your body warm and buzzing from the performance and his unrelenting attention. The charged silence between you stretched, the air thick with unspoken tension and undeniable want.

Alhaitham didn’t speak immediately, but his eyes roamed over you, drinking in every inch of your flushed skin, every rise and fall of your chest. His expression was unreadable, but the way his gaze lingered on your lips, your trembling thighs, and the evidence of your pleasure told you everything you needed to know.

Alhaitham rose from the chair, his every step deliberate and commanding, his piercing teal eyes never leaving yours. Your breath hitched as he made his way to the bed, his presence suffocating in the most intoxicating way. Sitting on your knees, you felt exposed, your sheer garment clinging to your body, your peaked nipples and damp thighs betraying the desire coursing through you.

He stopped at the edge of the bed, letting one knee sink into the mattress, the slight dip drawing him closer to you. His hand reached out, firm and purposeful, tangling in your hair and cradling the back of your head. His touch was steady, yet it made butterflies erupt in your stomach, their wings frenzied and wild.

His face was so close, his warm breath brushing against your lips as he hovered, teasing, his intense gaze boring into yours. Every fibre of your being screamed for him to close the gap, to claim you. But still, he hesitated, his deep voice soft but commanding as he asked, “Are you sure?”

The care in his tone, the way he sought your consent even after all the lines you’d crossed together, made your heart swell and your throat tighten. You nodded, unable to find words, the lump of emotion and desire making it impossible.

That was all the confirmation he needed. His lips descended onto yours, warm and soft yet firm with purpose. They moved against yours with a deliberate slowness, coaxing you to match his rhythm. They felt like velvet, smooth and intoxicating, igniting sparks where they touched. He nipped lightly at your bottom lip, and the sharpness sent a shiver down your spine, your lips parting instinctively for him.

His tongue slid into your mouth, warm and wet, exploring with a slow dominance that made you whimper. The kiss deepened, your moans muffled against his lips as his other hand, large and steady, began to trail lightly down your stomach. The touch was featherlight but deliberate, leaving a path of tingling heat in its wake.

When his fingers pressed against your sensitive clit, your entire body jolted, a gasp slipping from your lips into his mouth. The pressure was just right, his movements slow and teasing, and you felt yourself melting under his touch, your body trembling as he controlled the pace. His lips never left yours, his kiss demanding and consuming, as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

Alhaitham’s kisses began to trail downward, leaving a scorching path along your neck, each press of his lips making you arch into him. His hands were firm as they guided you to the edge of the bed, your legs already trembling in anticipation. He pulled away briefly, his eyes dark with intent, before stepping off the bed and kneeling in front of you.

The sight of him there—on his knees, between your parted thighs, his powerful frame so reverent yet commanding—sent a surge of heat through your body. His hands slid up your thighs, steady and warm, and he pried them further apart with gentle determination. The cool air kissed your damp core through the sheer fabric of your underwear, heightening the sensitivity already coursing through you.

Alhaitham’s teal eyes flicked up to meet yours, and the intensity in his gaze stole the breath from your lungs. His hands squeezed the plush of your hips as he leaned forward, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against your wet, clothed centre. A broken moan slipped from your parted lips at the intimate contact, and your thighs trembled in his grasp.

He repeated the motion, the warmth of his lips against the soaked fabric sending jolts of pleasure through you. Then, with a deliberate slowness that was maddening, he pressed his tongue flat against your clothed slit, the pressure making your body jolt and a louder moan escape you.

His hands gripped your hips firmly as he tugged at the delicate strings of your underwear, letting them snap gently against your skin. The sharp sting mingled with your heightened sensitivity, and you cried out, the sound raw and needy. He did it again, smirking faintly at the way you gasped and squirmed beneath his touch, your body utterly at his mercy.

Finally, he hooked his fingers into the waistband and slid the garment down, his movements slow and deliberate as though savouring every moment. The cool air brushed against your bare skin, and the scent of your arousal hit him, making his cock throb painfully in his slacks.

He paused for a moment, staring at you as though mesmerized, his gaze heavy with lust and hunger. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice deep and husky, the words sending a shiver straight to your core.

Alhaitham’s fingers gripped tightly at the plush of your thighs, holding you steady as he leaned in closer, his lips mere inches from your glistening core. The heat of his breath ghosted over your slick folds, sending an involuntary shiver through your body. The anticipation alone had your chest rising and falling rapidly, your breaths shallow and uneven.

Then, his lips pressed gently against your slit, the softness of the touch contrasting with the desperate ache building inside you. A hitched moan spilled from your lips, your head tilting back as the sensation coursed through you. His tongue followed, parting your folds and sweeping a slow, deliberate path up your slit. The motion was unhurried yet thorough, his tongue mapping every inch of you as though savouring every taste.

When he reached your clit, he paused, his lips hovering over the sensitive nub. The first kiss he placed there was featherlight, a teasing brush of warmth that had your body arching towards him. Then, without warning, he sucked, the pressure sending a wave of electric pleasure crashing through you. A cry tore from your throat, raw and uncontrolled, as your toes curled and your thighs instinctively clamped around his head.

Alhaitham didn’t falter. His large hands slid to your thighs, prying them apart effortlessly, his strength leaving you utterly at his mercy. His tongue traced a path back down your slit, the wet muscle flicking and teasing before it dipped lower to circle your puckering entrance. He hesitated just long enough to have your body trembling in anticipation, and then he pressed his tongue against you, teasingly shallow at first before thrusting it deeper.

The sensation was maddening, his tongue delving into you with an intensity that had your thighs shaking around his head. Your hands, braced against the bed, gave out under the onslaught of pleasure, and you collapsed back against the mattress. Alhaitham followed the shift in your position, one hand firm against your thigh to keep your legs open as his other hand steadied your hips.

Your foot scraped against his back as your body writhed beneath him, your senses overwhelmed by the relentless rhythm of his tongue. The wet sounds of his mouth, the faint scrape of his stubble against your sensitive skin, and the way he held you firmly in place made it impossible to think of anything but him.

He groaned low in his throat, the vibrations resonating through your core as he thrust his tongue deeper, as if determined to consume every bit of you. Your vision blurred as your pleasure climbed higher, white-hot heat building low in your abdomen and spreading like fire through your veins.

Your world narrowed to the sensation of him—his mouth, his hands, his sheer presence consuming you entirely. You were weightless, lost, your body trembling as he pushed you closer to the edge with every stroke of his tongue.

Alhaitham’s eyes met yours, piercing and unwavering, a molten shade of teal that seemed to burn with both intensity and control. His gaze locked onto you as if he was reading every shudder, every tremor of your body. It was impossible to look away, even as you felt the warmth of his tongue tracing along your folds, his lips parting just enough to press firmly against your dripping entrance.

Your breath hitched as his tongue pressed into you, a deep, deliberate stroke that made your thighs tremble against his strong grip. The world seemed to narrow, every sensation amplifying as his tongue worked with precision and purpose. Then, without warning, he thrust his tongue deeper, and your body jolted as a powerful surge of pleasure overcame you.

A sharp cry escaped your lips as your body betrayed you, the overwhelming pleasure forcing you to release. Warm liquid gushed from you in uncontrollable pulses, your body trembling violently as the wave of ecstasy crashed over you. The sound of it—wet and primal—filled the room, mingling with your laboured moans and the soft groans Alhaitham made as he held you steady.

Mortification crept in as the haze of pleasure started to lift, your cheeks flushing as you realised what had happened. “I-I’m sorry,” you stammered, trying to push away, but Alhaitham’s grip only tightened. His firm hands kept your hips pinned against the edge of the bed, his gaze never leaving yours.

“Don’t,” he murmured against your skin, his deep voice vibrating through you. His lips were still pressed to you, his tongue sliding out to lap at the evidence of your release with slow, deliberate strokes. The way his mouth moved against you sent another ripple of pleasure coursing through your body, making you gasp and shudder.

Alhaitham didn’t falter, his tongue continuing its ministrations as if he was savouring every drop. His eyes, now dark and hooded, bore into yours with an intensity that made your heart race. You couldn’t look away, mesmerised by the sight of him—so composed, yet so utterly consumed by you.

Your body writhed beneath his touch; every nerve alight as he guided you through the aftershocks of your high. His hands caressed your trembling thighs, grounding you even as his mouth refused to let you go. There was no judgement in his gaze, no hesitation—only raw desire and a determination to coax every ounce of pleasure from you.

When the tremors finally subsided, and your breathing slowed, Alhaitham pulled back just enough to press a kiss to your inner thigh, his lips curved in a faint smirk. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, sending a shiver down your spine.

Alhaitham leaned in, his breath hot against your skin as he moved to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. His lips pressed firmly there, the warmth of his mouth followed by a teasing flick of his tongue that made your body tense with anticipation. When his teeth grazed your skin, your breath hitched, and then he bit down softly, sucking deeply to leave a mark. The sensation was a delicious mix of sharp and soothing as he licked over the spot, his tongue easing the sting while his lips claimed the area.

"Couldn’t resist," he murmured, his voice a low growl. His teal eyes lifted to meet yours, dark with desire and satisfaction as he admired the mark he’d left behind. "You look even more tempting with my marks on you."

Before you could respond, he began trailing kisses up your body, his lips brushing softly over your stomach, each press of his mouth sending sparks along your skin. His hands slid beneath you, lifting you slightly as he pushed you higher onto the bed, his strength making you feel light in his hold.

Alhaitham's hands slid up your sides, his fingers tracing the delicate lace of your bra. His teal eyes, darkened with hunger, met yours as he hooked a finger under the strap and tugged it down your shoulder with a deliberate slowness that made your breath hitch.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and reverent as his other hand reached behind you to unhook the clasp. The tension snapped with a soft click, and the fabric fell loose, barely clinging to your chest.

With a practiced ease, he slipped the bra off and tossed it aside, his gaze immediately dropping to your bare skin. A soft groan escaped him as he took in the sight.

His warm hands cupped your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples, the gentle touch drawing a sharp gasp from you. He leaned in, his lips hovering just above your skin. “Been wanting to see you like this, beneath me.” he whispered before he dipped his head and captured your nipple in his mouth, his tongue teasing the sensitive peak as his hands squeezed you firmly.

As he moved, he let his lips linger beneath the swell of your breast, the tender skin there making you shiver under his touch. He kissed deeply, the heat of his mouth igniting a new wave of desire, before he sucked hard, pulling another moan from your lips as he left another hickey, darker and more prominent than the last.

"Couldn’t stop thinking about this," Alhaitham confessed against your skin, his voice gravelly and filled with hunger. "How soft you’d feel, how perfect you’d taste."

His mouth moved higher, capturing your nipple in a heated kiss. His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud before his lips closed over it, sucking gently at first, then harder, drawing gasps and whimpers from you. His other hand moved to your other breast, his fingers rolling and tugging at your nipple, mirroring the attention his mouth gave.

Your back arched, pressing more of yourself into him, and your fingers tangled in his silver hair, tugging softly. The small pull made his eyes flutter shut, and a soft groan rumbled from his chest. "You’re perfect," he murmured against your skin, his voice muffled but dripping with reverence. "Been wanting to feel you like this, to hear those sounds you make... in person, more real."

His thigh pressed between your legs, the firm, clothed muscle grinding against your slick folds. The friction sent a jolt of pleasure through you, making you gasp as your hips bucked against him instinctively. "That’s it," he groaned, his voice rough and low. "Let me feel how much you want me. Don’t hold back."

Your hands tightened in his hair as he alternated between teasing flicks of his tongue and firm sucks to your nipple, the combination making your head spin. The weight of his body above you, the heat of his thigh pressing against your sensitive clit, and the way his cock throbbed against your thigh through his slacks—it was overwhelming in the best way.

"Been wondering," he continued, his voice dark and filled with desire, "how you’d taste, how these perfect tits would feel in my hands, in my mouth. Better than I could’ve imagined."

Every word sent shivers through you, heightening your arousal as his thigh moved in slow, deliberate circles against you. The pressure built steadily, and you couldn’t stop the soft, desperate moans escaping you as his lips continued their assault on your breast.

Alhaitham’s lips trailed from your breast to your neck, his movements slow and deliberate as he pressed soft kisses into your skin. Occasionally, he let his teeth graze your flesh, leaving faint marks that bloomed into a symphony of pretty hues upon your neck. His warm breath fanned over the sensitive area, making your pulse quicken.

Your fingers, trembling with both impatience and desire, fumbled at the buttons of his shirt. Between soft whimpers and gasps, you pouted, “Why haven’t you taken this off yet?”

A low chuckle escaped him, deep and resonant, as he leaned down to place a tender kiss on your cheek. “Impatient, are we?” he teased, his tone laced with amusement. Without breaking his smouldering eye contact, he reached up and shrugged off his shirt, tossing it aside carelessly.

The sight before you made your breath hitch. His body was a masterpiece—broad shoulders, a sculpted chest with a light dusting of hair, and defined muscles that rippled with every subtle movement. His abs were carved and precise, his V-line disappearing tantalisingly into the waistband of his slacks. Your thighs clenched instinctively, a rush of heat pooling between them as your core fluttered, slick with arousal.

He moved to unbuckle his slacks, the anticipation crackling in the air. He let the fabric fall to the floor, revealing a pair of fitted black boxer briefs that hugged him perfectly, emphasising every detail of his powerful thighs and the prominent bulge straining against the fabric.

When he finally slid the briefs down, your breath caught in your throat. Your eyes trailed over his defined torso, following the tantalising path of his V-line until they reached his cock. Even though you had seen him earlier, the sight still made your heart race and your body ache with need. The thick, veiny length stood proud, the bulbous tip red and glistening with precum, making it look both imposing and utterly irresistible, you could still feel the shape of it down your throat.

Alhaitham smirked at your reaction, his confidence unshaken as he leaned forward, caging your trembling body beneath his. “You’re staring,” he teased softly before capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his firm body pressing against yours, igniting a fire that burned through every nerve in your body.

Your moans spilled into his mouth as Alhaitham deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping against yours in a passionate, intimate dance. His large hand cupped your breast, kneading it gently but firmly, his thumb brushing teasing circles over your hardened nipple. The kiss broke with a soft gasp, a delicate string of saliva connecting your swollen lips.

Your eyes, wide and dazed, gazed up at him with such tenderness and desire that it made his chest tighten. You leaned forward, trailing featherlight kisses along the strong column of his neck, your lips brushing against his pulse point before moving to the space between his shoulder and neck. Each touch sent tremors through his body, and a low groan escaped his throat, rumbling deep and primal.

Your hands wandered down his torso, fingers ghosting over his broad chest and rippling abs, your touch leaving a blazing trail of heat in its wake. His muscles tensed and flexed beneath your palms, responding to your exploration. When your fingers brushed over his nipples, his breath hitched, and his eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment, a low hum of pleasure vibrating in his chest.

Your hands slid further down, encircling his back as you pulled him closer, your bare bodies pressing together with electrifying intimacy. The motion caused the tip of his cock to brush against your slick folds, the velvety warmth of your wetness immediately wrapping around him. His thick length nestled perfectly against your clit, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure through both of you.

Alhaitham released a choked moan, his forehead dropping to rest against yours as the sensation of your heat overwhelmed him. His hips instinctively shifted, grinding ever so slightly against you, the pressure intensifying the ache between your thighs. “You’re… dangerous,” he murmured, his voice husky and strained, his self-control hanging by a thread.

You trembled beneath him, the intimate contact sending waves of heat cascading through your body. Your lips parted to speak, but all that came out was a soft, needy whimper as your bodies continued to tease and tempt one another in this excruciatingly sweet agony.

His cock slid against you, thick and hot, slipping through the wet mess between your thighs. Every movement sent sparks up your spine, but he was holding back—trembling with restraint, breath unsteady, eyes locked on where your bodies met.

“Wait,” he muttered, voice breaking like a man on the edge. “I don’t have anything—no condom—” You reached for him, cupping his jaw, your thumb brushing the edge of his lower lip. “It’s okay,” you breathed. “I’m on the pill.”

His gaze snapped to yours, like your words had cracked something wide open in him. You felt him shudder, a sound dragging out of his chest that was half-relief, half hunger. The thought of spilling his warm cum inside you, marking you made his body shudder and his gaze intense on you.

“I need to be inside you,” he whispered—like it hurt to admit. “I need to feel you. Just you.”

His larg hands squeezed your hips in reassurance, his one hand holding your hip in place while his other guided his leaking, throbbing cock to align with your fluttering hole, the head of his cock nudged into your warm, hole, tempting him to shove his entire cock into your warm, sticky cunt- he restrained himself, opting to enter you gently, so that he could memerize the feeling of entering your pussy for the first time. He was splitting you open with reverence and desperation in equal measure, your breath hitched as he filled you, inch by aching inch, the stretch stealing every thought from your mind. Your cunt squeezing him tightly, you could feel his precum leaking into you as your arms cling onto him tightly and he finally bottomed into you, he was in you till the hilt as you moaned from the feeling of thick cock.

Your bodies are fully joined, you felt completely full- you could feel every twitch and throb of his cock, your cunt fluttering around him.

“God—” he choked. “You feel like you were made for me.” You clung to him, legs wrapping around his hips, arms around his shoulders, anchoring him. Anchoring you.

He started to move. Not gentle, not measured—but with purpose. With need. His hips met yours in steady, grounding thrusts, every motion thick with tension, each one deeper than the last. His cock coming till the tip just for him to slam into you, hard. Your bodies moved in tandem, like waves finding the shore after a long storm.

His lips brushed your temple, your cheek, your mouth—fevered kisses, half-formed words lost in the spaces between. Your moans melted into his sighs; gasps tangled in the hush of skin meeting skin.

And then, his voice—low, hoarse, barely human.

 “I keep thinking about it. How I’m inside you. Raw. How I can come in you, and there’s nothing stopping it. Just you—taking it. Letting me give you everything.”

You whimpered, your body clenching around him, answering a call neither of you could speak aloud. You drag your nails along his back, his rhythm faltered, his control slipping. As he holds your hips tightly, the sound of your juices mixing together and skin slapping against each other echoed throughout the room tangling with his groans and your moans.

“I want to fill you,” he groaned, his turquoise eyes staring deeply into yours, his forehead pressed against yours as his breath brushed against your swollen lips. “Want to stay buried in you and never leave. Want to see my cum leaking out when I’m done.” He says, this making your toes curl as he hits a certain spot in you causing a loud moan to leave from your parted lips, your back arching off the bed, your pert nipples pressing into his chest. He noticed this and started thrusting harder in that spot watching as you become a babbling mess, drool slipping out from your mouth, your face flashed red.

“professor, professor-” you moaned out in eustacy, Alhaitham groaned when you had said that his mouth trailing kisses from cheek to your neck as he licks a spot before biting down hard on your neck and slamming hard into your g-spot.

The tension in your tummy snapped, your eyes widening as they roll back, the word’ professor’ tumbling out of your mouth numerous times as your orgasm stole your breath, took your voice, dragged you into light. You shattered, clutching him tight, your body gripping him like you never wanted to let go. Alhaitham groaned as your warm wetness that made your hole sticky, your cum messing his pelvis as he thrusted faster into you as you laid beneath him in a dazed state still murmuring professor – fucked out.

“I’m going to give you every single drop of my cum, mark your insides white with my cum” he grabs a fist full of your, his eyes staring into yours flickering from your eyes to your lips and to the mess between the two of you as he moans, his teeth now nipping at your ear as you squeezed around him and moaned. “ be a good girl and let your professor cum in you ? yeah?” you cried out a yes as he started to thrust into you extremely fast, with a ragged gasp, burying himself deep, hips pressed flush as he comes to a still -  he spilled inside you. Hot, pulsing, endlessly into your womb.

His skin damp with sweat as your mouth hung open wide, thick tears rolling down your cheeks as you squeezed him tightly, the warm feeling of his cum entering you made your toes curl as another orgasm ripped through your spent pussy, your cries echoing throughout the room as you clung to him.

His breath was still ragged as he came down from his high, body trembling above yours. But even with his release still warm inside you, even with your walls fluttering in the aftermath, he couldn’t stop. Not yet. Not when your body clung to him so sweetly, when your warmth still pulsed around his softening cock like it didn’t want to let him go.

He needed you to cum again on his cock.

He kissed you—slow, tender kisses dragged across your lips, your jaw, your temple—as if to soothe the overstimulation, to ground you again. But you whimpered softly against his mouth, hips twitching as he began to roll them forward again, lazily at first, letting himself harden once more inside you.

“Alhaitham,” you breathed, voice trembling. “I’m… I’m sensitive.”

“I know,” he whispered, brushing your hair back as he peppered kisses along your cheek. “I know, sweet girl. Just one more time. Let me.” His hands slid down to your hips, strong and sure as he held you in place. He moved with more control now, patient and hungry all at once, grinding slowly into your oversensitive core until you whimpered beneath him, thighs quivering from the overstimulation.

Then, without a word, he withdrew—only to flip you gently onto your stomach.

The shift made your breath hitch, your cheek pressing into the soft sheets as he guided you up on all fours with a steady hand on your lower back. He knelt behind you, eyes devouring the slick trail out of your puffy cunt, his own release trickling from between your thighs. Your ass perfectly perched in front of him, your cunt twitching as he groaned at the sight.

“Look at this mess,” he murmured, thumbing at your cunt, watching it flutter around nothing. “And you’re still so wet.”

You whimpered, your hips jerking as he lined himself up again, and this time, he pushed in slowly from behind, dragging every thick inch along your stretched walls. The new angle made your arms tremble—so deep it stole the air from your lungs.

Your fingers clenched the sheets. He was already buried to the hilt, already overwhelming. But then his grip on your hips tightened—and he began to move.

Harder this time.

His thighs smacked against yours, his rhythm relentless, fucking into you with deep, purposeful thrusts that had you gasping with every stroke. You collapsed forward onto your elbows, unable to hold yourself up as your body gave out from the intensity. But he followed—his chest pressed along your back, his arms sliding around you to cage you in, to keep you still as he pounded into you from behind.

Your face was turned into the mattress, mouth open in a silent moan as his cock slid in and out of your soaked cunt with a filthy, wet sound. You were overstimulated, trembling, but you couldn’t stop—couldn’t stop the way your hips arched back into his, the way you sobbed his name between incoherent blabbering gasps.

“Please—Alhaitham, it’s—too much—ah—” your voice broke into a cry, tears prickling in your eyes from the sheer intensity of it.

But he kissed your shoulder, groaning as your walls clenched tight around him again.

“I know, baby. I know. Just a little more, be a good girl for your professor” he rasped into your skin, voice almost reverent. “You’re taking me so well. So, fucking good for me.”

You were losing yourself. His cock rubbed against every sweet spot inside you, over and over, making your vision blur, your thoughts dissolve. All you could do was cry out his name, your hands fisting the sheets as he fucked you through the overwhelming pleasure, chasing another release you hadn’t even realized you were building toward.

And through it all, he held you tight—pressed flush to your back, fucking you deep and hard like he wanted to leave a part of himself inside you forever.

Your body trembled beneath him, muscles taut and overstimulated, but Alhaitham wasn’t slowing down. His thrusts had grown rougher, deeper guided by instinct, by the primal need to leave every inch of himself inside you. You were utterly at his mercy, your moans broken and high-pitched, caught somewhere between pleasure and desperation.

Your walls clenched wildly around him, fluttering with every thick drag of his cock, and he could feel it—how close you were, how your body was winding tighter and tighter, teetering on the edge of something overwhelming.

He leaned forward, breath hot against your neck as he groaned, “You’re going to come again, aren’t you?” You could only whimper in response, voice caught in your throat, your mind hazy from the sheer stimulation.

“Fuck—this pussy was made for me,” he growled low in your ear. “So tight, so warm.  Gonna milk every drop out of me, aren’t you?” His hand slipped down your stomach, finding your clit with practiced ease, rubbing tight, perfect circles in rhythm with his thrusts. The touch sent you over—your body locked up, back arching, and a broken, desperate cry tore from your throat as your orgasm hit you like a crashing wave. You spasmed around him, pulsing so hard that it nearly forced him out of you, your legs shaking uncontrollably.

“Ah—fuck,” he gasped, gritting his teeth as your walls gripped him like a vice. “Just like that, miss bunny… just like that.” With one last, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came—hot and thick and endless. His cock throbbed as he spilled into you, every drop of his cum pouring into your twitching, fluttering cunt. He groaned low in his throat, hips grinding against your ass, as if he could push it deeper, keep it there inside you forever.

He stayed there for a moment, breathing hard, his chest rising and falling against your back. Then, slowly, he pulled out—and watched. His cum spilled from your swollen pussy in slow, glistening rivulets, and the sight nearly made him hard again. He watched the way you clenched and shuddered, as if trying to hold it in, and a deep, primal satisfaction flared in his chest.

“Fuck,” he muttered, thumbing at your folds, watching his seed drip from you. “You look so good like this. Stuffed full of me.”  A darker thought crossed his mind—how beautiful you’d look covered in his cum, painted in thick streaks across your back, your thighs, your pretty lips. But that was for another time. Another night.

Instead, he leaned down and kissed you—slow, deep, reverent. His tongue brushed against yours, warm and gentle now, the urgency faded into something deeper. Something tender. His fingers stroked your sides, tracing every inch of you like he never wanted to forget the feel.

When he pulled back, your lips were red, kissed raw, your eyes still hazy.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, brushing your hair back, lips brushing your temple. “Every last inch of you.” And in that moment, with his warmth still inside you and his mouth still lingering against your skin, it felt like the truth.

The room still pulsed with the aftermath of what you’d shared, but Alhaitham was already moving, already thinking of you. He rose without a word, padded across the room, and returned with a warm cloth again. You barely flinched when it touched between your thighs—his hands were slow, mindful, reverent, and his eyes never left your face.

He kissed the inside of your knee once he was done, and then whispered, “Come on. Let me take care of you.” The bathroom light was dim, the tub already filling when you followed him in. He tested the temperature with his hand, then helped you in first, easing you down into the steaming water with that same quiet patience. The warmth cradled your sore muscles, the scent of soap and something faintly floral curling in the air.

Then he joined you—settling in behind, arms encircling your waist, his chest firm and warm against your back. Your head found his shoulder without thought. His cheek rested against your temple.

For a long while, you didn’t speak. The only sounds were the gentle ripple of water and the echo of your slowed breathing. Eventually, his fingers found yours beneath the surface, weaving them together.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen like this,” he murmured into your hair.

You smiled, lips curving against his skin. “And yet… I don’t regret a single part of it.”

He was quiet again, but his arms tightened around you just a little, like he’d needed to hear that more than he realized.

“You feel… real,” he finally said. “Not just a face on a screen. Not just my student. You’re… more.”

You tilted your head back to look up at him. His eyes were soft now, stripped of all his usual restraint. You reached up to brush your fingers along his jaw.

“And you’re not just my favourite viewer anymore.”

That earned a rare smile, and he leaned down to kiss you—slow and unhurried, like there was no longer any need to rush.

When he pulled back, your head found his chest again, the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek. The water sloshed gently around you, and the world felt far away.

For tonight, there was nothing else. Just the warmth of his arms, the weight of something unspoken settling between you both, and the comfort of finally being seen—not through a screen, but through the eyes of someone who wanted to know you, every part of you.

And maybe that was enough. Or maybe it was just the beginning.

-Usagii’s Note

OH. MY. GOD. It’s DONE. This fic has been sitting on my chest like a whole demon for months, and now I can finally breathe. Writing this was a journey—messy, chaotic, a little unhinged—but I’m so proud of how it turned out in the end.

Huge love to everyone who read, liked, commented, screamed, or just quietly supported me through this fic. You’re the real MVPs.

This is the final chapter of Blurred lines - Professor Alhaitham x Cam Girl Reader. We’re closing the door, turning off the camera, and moving on. I’m not coming back to this one, so if you’ve been along for the ride, THANK YOU. Truly.

But don’t worry—I’m not disappearing. My next work? Let’s just say it’s Alhaitham x bunny girl reader, enemies-to- friends- lovers with reader getting her heat and she has to share a room with haitham (one bed trope, my favv. Does anyone else like it ? hehehehe).

Anyways, I write smut, fluff, and the occasional brainrot, so check out my other works if you’re in the mood for more chaos.

Byeeee~

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𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇 ( NAMOR X READER ) PT.1

in which you find a child floating in the water and you save them only for your acts of kindness to get misinterpreted by the father who is also the king of an underwater civilization.

author's note : this is a story i am writing on wattpad but my wattpad version is more in detail, slightly different and has an oc ( alora ).

PART 1 , PART 2

It had been a normal day for you, you enjoying your days away from the harsh city life along with the demands of your job— you needed a getaway and that getaway was going back to your parents old beach house, you did your daily routine and towards the end of the day you would sit on the beach sand and admire the ocean as the sun cascaded down the horizon— for you just watching this simple scenery healed and soothed you.

But that serenity was destroyed when you found an unconscious child floating in the water, the waves that was once gently slowly starting to become restless causing his body to be thrown around like a rag doll.

Your instincts to save the child kicked in as you dove in the water without another thought, kicking and pushing your arms through the waves that were slowly rising.

Once you got to him, you turned him around ,finding some sort of mask covering his mouth and nose filled with water — your eyebrows crinkled in curiousity but suddenly your eyes widen when the boy's once milky brown skin starts turning into a shade of cerulean blue, a gasp leaves past your lips as you blinked your eyes a few times to see if what you saw was real or just figment of your imagination.

The waves had became stronger , the sudden stench of iron mingling with the salty sea water had entered your nose, your gaze had fallen onto the young boy's torso to find that there was a wound on it, bleeding— it looked to be a shark bite.

Pushing the fact that the boy has turned blue and is far from being a human you had grasped onto him gently pulling him to your side as you struggled and swam back to shore, your lungs feeling heavy as you finally reached land, taking a few moments to grasp you breath and to let the exhaustion in her arms and legs to wear off. You had quickly reached for the child as you carried him in your arms and taken him into your house to dress his wounds.

It tooked you around an hour to clean and dress the wound, the bite was quite deep which made you even more worried but luckily you were able to stitch the wound and close it up.

You also noticed that his skin was extremly dry due to it not being in water, you had quickly went and filled the bath tub you had in your guest bathroom and placed the child in it watching as only patches of light cerulean blue skin was left and his milky brown skin takes over in areas that were covered in water.

Your brows furrowed as you remember the words of the locals that stayed around, the stories they have told you about people that came from deep within the ocean and their God.

'So it's true' you meekly thought, when you had first arrived by the sea side— you became familiar with one of the locals that lived close by, warning you to not stay for a very long time as your presence could be seen as a threat by the people that lived in the water or the sirens.

You didn't really think much of this as you had came here quite frequently when you was younger with your parents but in a world where there was an alien invasion and half of humanity suddenly disappearing— including yourself, nothing seems unbelievable.

You stayed here for a few months taking heed to the women's words and minding your own business well up until today when you found this boy.

You went to go wash your hands, to get rid of the blood and alcohol that dried onto it.Curiousity, anxiety and fear all together mingling and brewing within you, curiousity about this young boy and what he truely was , anxiety about his wounds and fear from whether you had brought danger into your home.

A gasp catches you off guard as you almost slips, your gaze falling onto the bath tub to see that the young child's eyes were wide open— staring at you.

His eyes were filled with fear, tears clouding his eyes from the fear and most likely the pain in his torso as fear also slowly starts to consume you but you take a gentle breath in , raising your hands up in an attempt to show that you was no harm.

"Don't worry, I am not going to harm you." Your voice was soothing and soft, there was a small drop of fear in it but you swallowed it back , a soft smile displaying on your face.

The boy didn't seem convinced, he looked like he wanted to get out of the bathtub or try and defend himself but the pain in his torso didn't allow him instead it caused a pained cry to leave his mouth causing your eyes to widen as you rushed to his side to stop him from moving around.

"Hey, easy there. Your stitches will tear" you coaxed out in a calm tone, placing your hand against his shoulder to try and stop him from moving around.

You made eye contact with the boy, the fear in his eyes slowly turned into  curiousity but caution filled gaze when you lowered him back into the water.

" Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you kid. I just need you to relax and not stress your torso." You say, the boy seemed to slightly relax but his shoulders were tense causing you to quickly remove your hand from his shoulder.

You wondered if her understood you, maybe he didn't that's why he was even more frantic or maybe it's the fact that he woke up in some random women's bathtub—yeah the latter is more so for his reason of panic and fear.

"Máaxech? Yaan wáaj a sóokiken." the young boy suddenly stammered out, your eyebrows furrow as you tried to recognize the language.

' Yucatec Maya ? '  you thought, hoping that your guess was right. You didn't undertsand what the child had said— you was about to say something but then the boy's stomach growled suddenly causing you to smile followed by a gentle laugh.

"You are hungry?" You asks also using gestures to ask the boy if he was hungry, by pretending to bite into something.

It took the boy a few seconds to understand and when he did, he gently nods his head— he was still lenient on trusting you but he was feeling hungry and weak.

You do hand gestures to tell him to wait as you quickly exits the bathroom and go down to the kitchen.

You walked to the sink to rinse your hands as you look out the window to see it was already dark, the waves outside seemed to be extremly furious tonight as a slight shiver ran down your spine when a sudden wave crashed loudly against the shore.

You backed away from the window and went towards your fridge, you decided on giving the boy something light to eat, not being too sure on what type of diet that his kind had and what foods could be toxic to him so you went with some water melon pieces and cut up a pear, hoping that this was okay for him.

You reached back into the bathroom, seeing that the boy was slightly slumped on the wall which caused his skin to turn a light shade of blue from his torso upwards, when his eyes fell on the fruit they widen, you reached towards him and held the plate for him.

The boy takes off his mask, the water falling from it as he takes a pear and bites into it quickly devouring it within seconds as you could only watch in amazement but also in worry as the boy didn't have his mask on and was worried about how long he could go without it.

You leave the plate to him as you take his mask, it had some sort of metal that encased around the see-through part— you didn't think much of it as you quickly fills water in it again.

The boy was done eating, the fruit seemed to gave him a bit more energy as you go to his side , he didn't seem to fear as much as he did before as he allowed you to touch behind his head to gently push his face and nose downwards into the mask.

Once it was on, you laid him into the water completely watching as his whole body submerged into it, his skin turning into his natural human skin tone.

You did not know the amount of trouble you had landed yourself into because within that very moment under the rough waves of the ocean was an army going around followed by their king who is frantically searching the ocean for the young boy that he calls his son.

"Don't worry, you are safe." You soothingly tell the boy, your motherly instincts taking over as you brushed a few strands of hair from the boy's forehead, his eyes on you as they gently close from exhaustion.

You did not know the amount of trouble you had landed yourself into because within that very moment under the rough waves of the ocean was an army going around followed by their king who is frantically searching the ocean for the young boy that he calls his son.

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PART 2