“Tell me how sorry you are for making me do this to you.”
bf!Xaviersobased x gf!fem!reader - smutshot
content info: 18+, mdni, afab/fem!reader, smut, p in v, slight daddy kink, slapping, established relationship
authors note: idc if this sucks smb needed to write for xav frl
Really? This how you feelin? You bat your eyelashes, maintaining that look of faux innocence, almost playing dumb. “I don’t know why you're making such a big deal out of this; it’s just a stupid picture.” A stupid picture. He could almost strangle you. You can feel his glare on your body. His eyes, once doting and warm, are now cold as the arctic tundra. You both know you fucked up, you just can’t find it in yourself to admit it.
The quiet of the room makes everything ten times tenser than it already is. “You fuck that nigga?” The silence shatters, and his words cut like knives straight through your back. How could he? Sure, you’d messed up a couple of times before, but you would never cheat on him–he knows that. Or at least you thought he did. “Excuse me?” You finally bridge the gap between the two of you. “You know you fucking heard me.” His hostile attitude finally makes you snap, “You know what your problem is? You’re an insecure little bitch that can’t stand the thought of me having fun without you.” You’re in his face now, and you can smell him. The backwood pinging your nostrils. You wait for him to say something. Anything. Inhaling his exhales like you're trying so hard to read his mind. “Oh, really?” his eventual remark almost turned you mental. You hated when he did that quiet thing. “Fuck you,” you spit out. But as you turn to walk away from him, something gets the best of you. Words forcing their way out of your throat. “And what if I did fuck him? It’s not like you have any time for me anymore anyway.”
For the first time all night, you see him finally drop the nonchalant act. You knew he was mad before, but now you swear you can hear his teeth grinding against each other. For a while, you two just stand and stare at each other. You watch his eyes twitch every couple of seconds and the way his fingers flex. To be honest, you were a little scared, but unfortunately for you, pride is your vice. “C’mere.” You let his words settle in the air but remain quiet where you stand. “Come here.” You heard him the first time you, but don’t want to give in, still attempting stoicism. “Either you come here, or I come over there, and you won’t like it if I come over there.” Your legs go to jelly, and all your witty little comebacks get caught in your throat. You slowly step towards him, trying to pretend like his eye contact isn’t making you weak. Standing face-to-face with him makes your heart flutter a little. You try to look around, unable to hide how his gaze is affecting you. A loud “tch” sound shows his annoyance towards this. When you finally build up the courage to say something to him, you feel a soft but sharp force smack your left cheek. He slapped you. Not so hard, but still enough to make your head fuzzy.
You blink up at him, lips parted in a delicate, lambish manner. He immediately goes to soothe the ache, caressing his hand over the stinging skin. You feel him slowly drag his thumb from your cheek to your bottom lip, stroking it before sliding his finger in. You instinctively close your lips around it and eagerly wait for what he’ll do next. “You know I don’t like doing that to you.” You feel his finger gently thrusting in and out of your mouth, lightly gagging you with his thumb. Saliva starts to pool around the base of his hand as he starts to drag the finger out of your mouth leisurely. You catch the tip of it in between your teeth before he can pull it out all the way. “Nasty little slut.” you hear him mutter under his breath. You open your mouth fully, releasing his thumb. All of a sudden, he steps forward and starts to walk past you. Confused, you turn to follow after him, but he just grabs your bicep and pulls. “Wait!” you yelp out as your slippers drag across the hardwood floors. “You wanna act all bad, I’ll show you bad.”
After a few steps, you two end up inside your bedroom. He finally lets go of your arm, but only to then grab your hips, thrusting you onto the bed. You watch as he starts to unbuckle his belt, your LED lights making his big buckle sparkle. You watch how he takes the long piece of leather and wraps it around his hand. He pulls his shirt off, then he slowly starts to unbutton his dark jeans. You almost drool when he pulls them down, revealing the stiff, throbbing bulge underneath his boxers. He runs his hand over it, staring at you as he rubs himself. Your eyes follow his fingers as he hooks them under his waistband, tugging his underwear all the way down. His pretty dick springs out with a soft “fwap.” You can’t help but notice the way it bobs up and down as he makes his way onto the bed, caging you underneath him. He doesn’t say anything to you; he just tugs off your flimsy pajama shorts and throws them across the room. “Flip over,” you do as he says, yanking off your tank top in the process.
You feel your clit twitch as he licks a warm, wet stripe over your underwear. Hearing you whimper, he pulls them down and eventually lines himself up with your entrance. He spears his aching dick inside your hole. It’s long and a little skinny with veins that run up either side. You can feel those veins pulsing inside of you, making you hot. “What’s the matter, you were talkin allat shit before?” You feel him rock deep inside of your womb, making your pussy clench down on him. “Fuck..” he mumbles in that thick Bronx drawl. You start to bounce back on him, trying to take all of him. He grips your throat and forces you to look back at him. “You like that?” you try to reply, but all your words just crumble to pieces, and all you can do is nod. “Talk to me, tell me how much you love this fucking dick.” he picks up the pace, tightening his grip on your throat. “Fuck..-I love your fucking dick..-” you spurt out. “Tell me how sorry you are for making me do this to you.” Your stomach twists, and you feel yourself teetering on that edge. “I’m sorry–I’m so so so sorry.” You can’t help the way your words slur as your body tries to mold itself with his. “I know, baby, I know, nut on daddy's dick.” Your whole body convulses with pleasure as you feel that white, hot satisfaction rush through your body. He keeps rocking into you through the aftershocks, thrusts growing sloppier. When he does cum, he buries himself to the hilt inside of you and stays there. His grasp on your throat loosens as he slowly drags himself out of you. You're laying there, face in the pillows, body still trembling with post-nut euphoria. You can feel his warm hand on your shoulder as he gently flips you on your back. His eyes are soft again as he stares into you. Gingerly, he lifts his right hand and slaps it across your face one last time. “I love you,” he whispers breathlessly before lying on top of you to drown in your body.
