#xavier ff

The next destination became the shooting range at the Hunter’s Association. The person working the front looked at Xavier with wide eyes. “Woah! I haven’t seen you since the mandatory training here. Going back to ol’ reliable?” He laughed, sliding the trays over with the guns and rounds. 

Xavier reacted with a soft smile. “Someone wanted to see how bad of a shot I am.” He replied, looking back at you. 

You couldn’t help but feel your face heat up at the way he looked at you.

The man behind the counter let out a hearty laugh, “Give her one hell of a show then.”

He picked up the tray and began walking into the actual range, holding the door open for you. You picked your usual spot and he placed his belongings at the designated spot next to you before walking beside you, with his arms crossed. “You first.”

You looked at him hesitantly. He had a smirk on his lips, his head cocked to the side. Something about his demeanor made him even more irresistible than usual. Like this was a challenge, a challenge you really wanted to take. “You’ve seen me shoot.”

Xavier shrugged, “I’m a bad shot, I need to see how a professional Hunter shoots first.”

You huffed at him before turning back to face the front, onto the target. Like clockwork, you prepare your weapon as you always did. A quick inspection before you loaded the magazine. It was different from the one you normally used, so you tried looking for the right grip that felt comfortable to you. It wasn’t until you felt a warm breath against your ear that you realized how close he was, it made you jump. He was bent over to match your height, looking over your shoulder, watching what you were doing.

The corner of his lip twitched upward as he stood back up, raising both his hands up like he was just caught. “Sorry, continue.” He said.

It made you nervous, but you wanted to prove yourself. You tried hiding the small shiver that went up your spine from him watching you. Despite doing this for a living now, and having shot in front of him multiple times, it suddenly felt different. Like you were shooting for the first time.

As you tried to brush off the nervousness, you took your usual stance, bringing your arms up with the gun and aimed at the target. A deep breath as your finger grazed the trigger and then you pulled it. 

“Tsk,” Xavier said behind you. “You know that’s not how you actually shoot.” His hand crept up your left arm, the trail of his fingers leaving goosebumps, before stopping at your wrist. As he pulled it down, he leaned down by your ear again, “No wonder you missed the mark, now shoot regularly.” And just as quick as he came in, he went back to where he was standing earlier. 

You hoped he couldn’t see how hot you felt. Even though you’ve fought beside him all the time, it still made you blush that he knew your mannerisms. You fixed your stance, your body facing the side and your right hand holding the gun out straight to the target. Another pull of the trigger and you finally see it hit the middle. You exhaled before placing the gun down and turning towards him, a proud smile painting your face. “You’ve seen me shoot hundreds of times, now it’s your turn.” You motioned towards his own station, attempting to hide the shakiness of your voice as you looked at him excitedly. 

He assembled his gun quickly, like it was second nature to him. It surprised you since you were so used to him with a sword. The image of him holding the gun made you feel flustered, the scene being so foreign to you. You felt like the air had been knocked out of your chest and heat pooled in your lower stomach. He gripped at the gun, flipping it back and forth, before setting it back down again. Xavier undid the buttons on both sleeves of his white dress shirt, rolling each sleeve up his forearm. 

Your resolve was normally pretty good, but seeing his forearms flex underneath the tightly rolled up sleeves made your knees weak. And once he picked up the gun, you felt like you started melting. The unusual picture was suddenly something you wanted burned into your retinas. 

Xavier looked at you, his head tilting to the side, a playful smile on his lips. “Hey, you watching?”

You nodded, unable to tear your eyes away from his arms and his hand holding the gun. You hear him slightly chuckle before aiming the gun at the target. One arm straight out, similar to your stance but his body faced the front. His slender fingers gripped the base, his index finger still held straight out. Everything moved in slow motion as you watched him handle the weapon. And then he curled his pointer into the trigger.

One shot. Two shots. Three.

The loud sounds snapping you away from your intent staring. You blinked away from your deep thoughts and daydreams, as you looked at the targets. Bullseyes. On his target, the one on his left’s target, and even your target. You called him a bad shot earlier as a joke, yet seeing him prove it wrong was insanely…”Hot.”

“Huh?” He smirked, holding the gun safely, his pointer away from the trigger now, holding it towards the ground. 

Flustered, realizing that you said it out loud, you attempted to recover, “H-how! I asked how. You never use guns, how are you not rusty?” An internalized breath of relief escaped you.

Another shrug. “Maybe I’m just lucky. Let’s check.” He held the gun up again.

You scrambled for your phone, wanting- no, needing a picture of him. The rare sight needed to be saved. It was insane how turned on you felt by him holding it. You quickly pulled up the camera app on your phone, holding it by your stomach. You tilted the camera up at him while he focused on the target, his fingers gripping around the gun. And you took multiple photos, praying one of them would be good and clear enough, before shoving it back into your back pocket. 

He finished the round of bullets in the magazine and then set the gun back down on the tray. “Which do you like more? Me with a sword or this?” As he faced you, he tilted his chin upwards again, looking down at you with the same smug look. His finger tapping the bottom of your chin.

You realized your mouth was slightly ajar, your jaw probably dropped as you watched him hit the target perfectly every time. As you watched his arms flex as he pulled the trigger. Your mouth felt dry but you managed to respond with a shrug, mirroring him. “Guess we’ll have to see it in combat next time.”

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He treated you to dinner afterwards. You attempted to act normal, like your underwear wasn’t damp from the scene earlier. Like it didn’t get wetter as you recalled him holding the gun. You were already madly infatuated with him, but this sent you over the edge. And it didn’t help that he was your neighbour too.

The two of you walked home together afterwards, talking about random things. You hoped that it wasn’t obvious how hot you felt. Especially when you entered the elevator with him. You wanted to press him up against the wall but you refrained. You pressed the button for your floor and then his. Once it reached your floor, you were prepared to say goodnight, but then he grabbed your wrist, holding you in place until the doors closed. You looked back at him confused, his usually bright blue eyes suddenly looked like a darker shade. “Xavier?”

There was no response besides a twitch of the corner of his mouth, his fingers firmly wrapped around your wrist. He felt warm, but your body felt like lava.

A ding rang as it reached his floor above yours, and he quickly began walking towards his door. He dragged you with him, grabbing his key from his pocket. You wanted to laugh at how he always ignored the keypad lock and opted for the physical key still, but you were too nervous at the current situation. 

Xavier pulled you into the apartment with him, shutting the door just a bit too loudly. He dropped your wrist and pressed you up against the door,placing one hand beside your head as he leaned down at you. “You think you’re so slick…” His hand snaked around your waist, and you felt your phone slipping out of your pocket. He opened up your phone successfully unlocking it before chuckling, “You really should choose a passcode that isn’t your birthday.” And after a few swipes, he faced it back towards you, showing the photo of him from the shooting range. 

Your breath hitched, your mind trying to wrap around what he saw and how you could explain yourself. But you were blanking. “I-I…” You tried to start but no other words would come out.

“What were you gonna do with this?” He asked softly, but his words were laced with something darker, dirtier. 

“I j-just liked it.” You gulped, unable to leave his eyes.

You heard him chuckle under his breath. He shut your phone off, reaching around you again to slip it back into your pocket. “Tell me, do you like me? Or do you just like my hands? Or…” He leaned into your ear, his breath hot yet it sent you shivering. “Do you like me with my hands holding a gun?”

You took a sharp intake of air, your heart pounding out of your chest. “A-all of it…” You were nearly breathless from being at such close proximity with him. The confession came out shaky, and your palms felt sweaty. Your thighs started trembling, but you couldn’t help feeling yourself get even wetter. The coil at your lower stomach tightened even more.

He pulled back, facing you again. “You were so snarky earlier, my dear.” The sudden nickname almost made your knees buckle. “Calling me a bad shot…was this your plan all along?” He cupped your face, his thumb grazing your shaking bottom lip. “Can I?” To which you nodded at, all too quickly. And then his lips were on yours.

The kiss started off slow and close mouthed, and then he shoved his knee in between your legs, pressing on the head in between them. It made you gasp, giving him full access to your mouth. He groaned once his tongue touched yours, and you whimpered at the pressure from everywhere. Your hands gripped at his shirt, no doubt wrinkling the front of it as you balled up the fabric into your fists. You pulled him closer, tilting your head to give him better access. Your hips bucked into his knee, moaning.

He pulled away, making you whimper at the loss, but his lips still grazed yours. He let out a soft laugh, his hand that was on the door roamed down to touch you in between your legs. “I haven’t even done anything too crazy yet, and you’re already this- ngh…wet.” He leaned in for another kiss, short lived and he nibbled on your bottom lip. Pulling away again, “Or have you been like this all day?” Your hands dropped from his shirt and his hand moved from your heat to the strap on your thigh. You felt him unbutton the latch and slip the gun out of its holster. He dropped the hand that was on your cheek and took a step back. He gripped your gun tightly, putting the barrel underneath your chin and forcing you to look further up. “Answer.” You could tell he was having fun, pleased with himself. 

You gulped. The metal pressing against you was cold and you couldn’t look at where his finger was resting on the gun. Xavier holding a gun and the danger of it all made you press your thighs together and bite your lip. “Since the shooting range.”

“Fuck…” Xavier cursed, another rare sight. He lowered the gun and stepped closer again to kiss you. Hungrier, needier, and wetter. You were almost drooling out the corners of your mouth. He pulled away softly, “Tell me if you want to stop…now jump if you want this,” he said before swooping in again. Your arms wrapped around his neck and his free hand went on your bottom. You jumped, feeling him hold you up by your ass with one hand and you locked your ankles behind him, your legs on his hips. The angle he carried you made his dick press up against your dripping front. The sudden friction made the both of you groan. 

You weren’t sure how he walked into his room perfectly while kissing and carrying you, but he dropped you onto the bed, lacking grace. You probably looked crazy from his view. Your eyelids felt heavy, your chest was heaving, and you could feel yourself twitch in your pants. 

Xavier was faring no better. His half-lidded eyes were staring down at you with so much lust, you swore eye contact with him could make you come untouched. His other hand was still gripping onto your gun, his forearms fully flexed underneath his still-folded sleeves. The veins in his hands were prominent, even in the dim lighting of his bedroom. You held yourself up with your elbows, making sure you had a good view of him. He set the gun down beside you on the bed, unbuttoning his shirt at the top just a bit. The sight made you salivate. 

He set a knee down in between your legs, straddling one of your thighs. His hands made quick movement removing your top, nearly ripping off the buttons. You could hear the threads snapping. You helped him by adjusting your arms to be able to slip off the top. Then you lifted your arms to take off your sports bra, your breasts spilling from underneath. And you sat in front of him, fully topless. You wanted to be shy, but you were too busy drinking in how he looked at you.

“So fucking pretty…” He leaned in, taking your lips again. A rougher kiss with your teeth clashing and tongues fighting. One hand palmed at your breast, making you arch your back, pressing closer to his touch. He was rough with his hand exploration, it slightly stung, but you liked it. A lot. With both hands on each side of your chest, he pulled you up more on the bed, fully centering you on the mattress. He pulled away and made work of your pants, he adjusted himself to fully sit between your legs, your calves resting on his hips. He shimmied your pants off and when you tried pulling your panties down with it, his hand snapped up to your wrist, keeping you still. “These stay on…” Xavier said, a near growl.

You blushed when you saw your hot pink cotton underwear, knowing that it would be so extremely obvious with how wet you were. He removed your pants and his hand was instantly on it. “Fuck…you’re dripping for me. So fucking pretty like this…” He said, his two fingers rubbing up and down your slick folds through the fabric. 

“Mmph!” Both of your hands went up to your mouth, muffling the sounds that he was pulling out of you. 

“Nuh-uh.” He stopped his fingers and then he managed to grab both wrists with one hand and held it by your stomach. “Let me hear you, my dear…Be a good girl.” His words dripped with honey, a twinge of desperation. Xavier moved his fingers again, pressing deeper onto your clit through the thing fabric. Moans and whimpers filled the room, along with his heavy breathing. “You want to have some more fun, my…dear?” He asked, pressing even harder, making you buck your hips and grind yourself onto his hand. 

“Yes, god, please!” You said too loudly, letting out an even louder moan at the anticipation. 

He let go of your wrists, letting your hands fall to the side of you, your fingers clutching at the fabric underneath you. Your head was thrown back, and you couldn’t see what he was doing until you felt the cold metal clash with your teeth. “Open wide, sweetheart.”

You were already lightheaded from how good he was making you feel with his fingers, you couldn’t help but get even more excited. You opened your mouth even wider, letting him slip the barrel further down your mouth. You were thankful you were using your more cylindrical gun rather than the assigned Association gun that was more rectangular. The sensation of him touching you whilst simultaneously shoving a gun down your throat made you squirm and moan around the barrel.

A thrill you never you’d seek or even experience, but here you were. Nearly naked on your neighbour’s bed, with a gun being shoved down your throat. And you loved it. 

“Pinch me if you want to stop…But it doesn’t seem like you do.” You could hear the smirk in his voice, “You like this, huh? Wish you told me sooner…I would have used a gun sooner…” He said, breathing heavily. The thought of him being affected like this just by doing things to you made you moan even louder, muffled by the metal. He pushed it in and out of your mouth, your drool making the barrel slick and shiny. 

You felt him push your underwear to the side, his digits tracing the line of your folds. He teased your hole so slightly with his fingertips, making you snap your hips up, begging for more. “God, you’re practically dripping down here…you’re just begging to be filled…” He inserted one finger, slowly. You arched your back at the sensation. “So fucking tight.” He hissed, inserting another finger. “It’s like you’re sucking me in…relax for me. Don’t you want to feel how good metal feels here? Huh? You want me to put this here too?” He started slow with scissoring his fingers inside you, making you squirm and moan. Xavier removed the gun from your mouth, letting you answer. 

Your jaw felt sore from just the few minutes it was in your mouth, but the pain felt good. “Y-yes…Xavier- ngh. Fuck…please!” 

Xavier reached to the back of your neck after dropping the gun beside you again, and he pulled you up for another open mouthed kiss. His fingers still drilling into your wet hole, lewd squelching noises coming from below made your ears turn red. He swallowed every moan coming out of your mouth.  

Your hands reached down to his own cock, lightly touching the bulge of his pants. You could tell it was large, it made you even more nervous. He groaned into your mouth, the hand on your neck came down to hold the one on his cock, pushing you to touch him even more. He was practically humping your hand as he worked to stretch you. 

You pulled away slightly, “I…want this too.” You begged against his lips, which curved into a smile.

“I’ll give it to you if you’re good for me.” He kissed you again. “Are you gonna be good?” 

You bit your lip, nodding profusely. And then you felt him push you down by the shoulder, laying you back down. 

He inserted another finger, making you grip the sheets at the stretch. His other hand resting atop your pubic bone, this thumb making circles around your clit. “You hear that, baby?” The lewd wet sounds got louder as he curled his fingers. His fingers inside you and on your clit were getting too much.

“Xavi- I’m gonna…” You moaned, gripping the sheets, your back fully arched with your tits bouncing in the air.

And then suddenly you were empty.

You couldn’t help the whine that spilled out of your lips from the sudden denial of your orgasm. Your walls clenched around nothing and you wanted to scream. 

Xavier laughs, his eyes glued to your hole. “I said to be good for me, I never said you could come just yet…” He put the fingers that were just inside you up to his mouth, licking each digit slowly while looking into your eyes. “So good, sweetheart.”

“Xavier…please…” You begged  him, feeling empty. 

He fully slipped your underwear off, tossing it to the floor. And then he grabbed one of his pillows, lifting your hips to slide it underneath. “You ready?” His fingers grazing at the gun beside you. “You think you can take this?” His other hand reached towards your face, pushing away the strands of hair that were glued to your forehead with sweat. 

“Please…I want to be good for you.” You said between breaths.

He reached towards his bedside table and pulled out a bottle with a clear gel. A sudden pang in your stomach made you wonder if he’s done this type of stuff with other people, considering how prepared he was. 

Your eyes must have spoken for you since he looked at you with a softer gaze as he unwrapped the safety seal. “I’ve always had this…just in case you finally made a move.” He sheepishly said. The dominating front crumbled slightly as he looked away, embarrassed. “I didn’t think we’d be doing this exactly, but…you’ll see why later.”

You bit your lip as the concern dissipated. Your heart beat faster from the realization that he was also just waiting for you. You looked down at him, still fully dressed as you were laid out fully nude for him. His silver hair sticking to his forehead and his bulge begging to be let out from the confines of his pants. You would have admired him more until the cool sensation of lube touched your clit, making you twitch.

“You’re already so wet…but we should just be safe.” His words were softer from earlier, but still made you feel weak at his fingertips. You wanted to see every side of him, explore every reaction. He grabbed the gun beside you and added lube onto the barrel too. A smirk grew on his face, “You might want to apply for another weapon when we go back to work…”

A warm flash of embarrassment crossed your face.

Xavier positioned the gun at your entrance, the cold, slick metal tip entering just slightly. You lifted yourself up by your elbows so you could watch better. His hand gripped the handle so hard, his knuckles turned a paler color, his index finger steadying the barrel against you. He looked into your eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation, but was met with full glossy eyed-excitement. 

The image of Xavier with a gun, aiming it right into your pussy made you throb. You could feel a heartbeat right where your clit was. 

And then he softly pushed it in. The stretch made you whimper and fall back onto the bed. Your hips lifted more upwards, as your body begged for more. You heard him curse under your breath as he pushed it even deeper, “Tell me how you feel.” He said through gritted teeth. 

The stretch hurt at first, but it slid in so smoothly that it itched the emptiness that was inside of you. And the fact that it was Xavier holding the weapon inside of you turned you on even more, all the images of how good he looked holding one flashed in your mind as you shut your eyes. “S-So good, Xavier…m-move, please.”

“Holy fuck, you’re taking it so good…I can’t believe you wanted this. God, I wish I knew earlier.” He pushed the barrel in and out of you, wanting to drink in more of your reactions. “Wanted to make you mine earlier…gonna make you think of me whenever you use a gun from now on, you’re so fucking good for me.” He babbled, just from watching you.

With the gun still in your pussy, he got down from the bed, kneeling to the side. He removed the pillow from under your hips and pulled you over the edge. He continued to push the weapon in and out of you, moving to the side so he could latch his mouth onto your clit from a safer angle. Xavier placed one of your legs over his shoulder as he stimulated every portion of your heat. He groaned against your clit, vibrating slightly against you as he sucked and licked at it.

It was becoming too much for you, the barrel feeling warmer inside of you from the friction and your body heat. His mouth was pushing you over the edge. One hand gripped at the sheets while the other played with your nipple, squeezing it with your fingers as you felt yourself get closer and closer. “Xavier- ungh…FUCK!” You screamed, moaning, as your head was fully thrown back. Your hips stuttered and grinded around him.

He unlatched himself from you, “Cum for me…” He said, gasping.

And you did. Your hands didn’t know where to go, clutching at the sheets, your hair, the air. And your eyes squeezed shut, stars floating around in the blank space. You almost screamed your pleasure, feeling yourself gush all over the gun.

Xavier pulled the weapon out of you with a loud wet squelch sound. He placed the gun back onto the bed, centering himself between your legs as he put his mouth onto you again. He drank up your orgasm, his tongue fucking you through your spasms. The loud slurping sounds would have embarrassed you if you weren’t too busy losing your vision.

You gripped at his hair, grinding your clit against his nose, before falling back onto the bed. Breathless. You felt like you were gonna pass out until you felt his lips leave yours, he pushed your body up and you felt the bed dip again. Your eyes fluttered open, seeing him on top of you again. His eyes were half-lidded and his whole face reeked of desperation. He grabbed your face, his fingers squeezing both sides of your cheeks, making you puff out your lips. “Oh, no. I finally have you in my bed and you’re not even going to give me a turn?” He said with a pouty voice, a complete contrast to their current entanglement. “Don’t pass out on me…please?”

The voice he used suddenly gave you the energy to sit up, his hold still tight on your face. “I-I…” You started to say, trying to catch your breath. Your body was still twitching from your orgasm. “I want you, Xa-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence as he leaned in to crash your lips together. You could taste yourself, along with a rubbery flavor that you assumed was the lube. The kiss was hungrier than the past ones, his hand on your face moved to the back of your head, directing you. His other grabbed one of yours and moved it over his bulge. You brought your other hand up, trusting him to hold you up, so you could undo his pants.

He moaned into your mouth when the button was undone, freeing the pressure from his erect cock. Your hands were shaking with the zipper, and he grew impatient, pulling away. He stood back up and you had to catch yourself with your elbows. Xavier slipped off his pants and then his boxers. 

“Holy shit…” You muttered. He was big. Bigger than you’ve ever seen, much less taken. You thought your gun was thick, his dick was a lot bigger. Not only was it long, but the girth was intense.  How he hid it in the pants he always wore, you will never understand. A part of you was scared, whilst the rest of you shivered with excitement. You could feel your walls clenching again.

Xavier got back onto the bed, settling in between your legs. “I told you…” He said, referring back to the bottle of lube. “I want your mouth on me so bad, my dear…but I can’t wait any longer. I didn’t think I’d get jealous over a gun but…I’m going crazy here.” He leaned down, peppering kisses up your stomach. One on each breast, up your clavicle and neck, making your squirm at the soft touch. His dick pressed up against you, heavy and hot. “Can I…?”

“Please, Xavi…want you in me so bad…” You whined, grabbing his face into another kiss. Your mouth was tired, it was sloppy but you did your best to show him how much you wanted him. 

He got back up, grabbing the bottle of lube again. He maintained full eye contact, his chest moving up and down, as he stroked himself, lathering the lubricant on. He grabbed the pillow with his dry(er) hand to shove under your hips again, before lining himself up with your entrance. 

Your eyes were blown open as you looked at the size. “Will it even…fit?” A slight tremble in your voice gave your fear away. 

“Relax, my dear…If you let me…” His breath hitched as he pushed the tip in. The stretch was even more, your suspicions reigning true. “Oh, fuck…” He breathed out, his other hand gripping your thigh tightly. Bruises were sure to follow, but the stretch from his cock took more of your attention. “You’re so…warm. And tight.” His eyebrows were knit together, fully concentrated on entering you. 

The pain was subsiding slowly, he was way bigger than you ever thought. He even felt bigger than what you saw. You felt your walls flutter around his tip, waves of electricity spreading throughout your body.

Xavier groaned, his grip on your thigh tightening. He pushed in even further, whimpering slightly. “This is welcoming me so warmly. Can you feel it?” He said through gritted teeth. The hand on your thigh moved back to your pubic bone, his thumb rubbing small circles on your swollen clit. “Ah, fuck…” He said just above a whisper, his hips bucking into your all of a sudden, inserting himself further on accident.

You arched up in the air with a loud cry, tears were prickling the corners of your eyes. It felt too good, you thought you were going to go insane. You suddenly wanted more, needed more. “K-keep…going, please. I can take it…” You said, broken up by moans.

“Ahh…” He said, a smile evident in his voice. He pressed further. “You’re so…good for me. Been waiting for this…for so lon- ngh, fuck. Are you trying to press yourself against me?” He stopped your hips from going further into him, a dry chuckle spilling out of his lips. “So do you prefer it like this? You want to…take control?” He inched into you further, you could feel him almost at the base. “Then, you can tie my hands and have some fun next time. How does- ngh…that sound?” He laughed.

You could feel his cock twitch inside you as he said that. Like he was excited for the next time. But fuck, so were you. “Y-yes, plea- oh my god, agh. I want that. I want you all sorts of ways, please.” You blabbed, unsure if you were even understandable.

His hips snapped into you with a groan. Xavier bottomed out, and it blew your mind. He let you get used to the feeling of him fully inside you before attempting to move. “You feel like a vice down here, sweetheart…” He pulled his hand away from your clit, falling forward so he could bury his face in the crook of your neck. Your sweaty chests making contact, warm and wet. He placed wet kisses along your neck, making you flutter around him and clench even more, as you moaned. “Fuck…you feel so good for me.” He said into your ear, inching out of you before burying himself inside again. Each thrust knocked the wind out of you. Your mouth was going dry from the deep breaths and moans escaping you. “Gonna make you…remember the shape of me. No one else will be good enough for you.” He pulled back more and more each time, his hips slapping against yours. “You’re mine now…” Xavier said, nibbling at your ear.

Your nails were sure to leave marks on his back as you tightly held onto him. The feeling of his cock sheathed inside you had you seeing double, and his pubic bone meeting with your clit at each thrust had your legs shaking. “I-I’m yours…gonna c- ngh!” His hips slammed into you again, losing your train of thought.

Xavier left kiss marks all over your neck, but you paid no attention as you were close to your peak. “Come for me…want to feel you come all over my- fuck. My cock. Need to know I can make you feel better than that gun of yours, pretty. All fucking mine, yeah?” He said obscenities just above a whisper into your ear, his hot breath bringing you even closer. 

Your walls squeezed him as your orgasm flooded over you, all over again. You couldn’t help meet his thrusts while you came, pushing yourself further over the edge. Your legs locked behind him, your thighs shaking uncontrollably.

“You feel so good, baby…I’m gonna come soon…where do you wan-” His voice came out nearly broken, as you felt his thrusts getting sloppier. 

“Inside! Inside, please!” You begged, still riding out your own climax. You heard him groan loudly by your ear just a second after and felt him painting your walls, his quick thrusts milking himself using you brought you to a smaller second climax. The sensation and feeling of him coming inside of you turned you on just enough, and the idea that you made him this way was unbearably pleasurable. 

After a few moments, he rolled the two of you over so you were laying on top, avoiding crushing you with his stature. The movement pushed him deeper inside, making you moan and twitch on top of him. 

The room’s air was thick and warm. The only sound being the two of you catching your breaths and the loud clock above his bed, ticking away. Your ear was pressed against his chest, hearing each beating thump, getting slower as you two rested. He stayed inside of you, softening slightly, but still insanely huge. You clenched around him on purpose, causing him to laugh tiredly. His hand reached up to the back of your head, stroking your hair. “You mean it, right? You’re mine now…?” He asked, haphazardly. “I-I would have done it in a more gentlemanly way, but…”

You giggle on his chest before resting your chin on it to get a good look at him. “Yeah…it wasn’t my plan to confess while we both discovered something new about ourselves…but I mean it.” 

To be honest, Xavier had never had the mental bandwidth to consider you as more than a friend. He didn’t do relationships or dating. Sometimes he hooked up at the occasional party, but the idea of you and sex never crossed his mind.

Until that first moment. 

The play-fighting started like it did any other time; Xavier teased you, you pushed him, and that was it. Xavier was breathless, your cheeks were pink, and he wrapped his hands around your wrists to keep your fingers from his ticklish spots. He can’t recall when he pushed you down or how you ended up on your back beneath him, hands pinned to the mattress, but it was like the moment shattered. You were looking up at him, eyes hazy and darkening the longer he hovered over you. He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. He suddenly became hyper aware of your thighs brushing against his hips and the fact that all he had to do was drop down a little and your bodies would be flush, all your hottest places pressed together.

Then he panicked, pushing off of you and grabbing his bag to cover what would no doubt be the mother of all boners. You got up, blushing, and laughing awkwardly before claiming you had an appointment to go to. 

Xavier took that as his cue to leave.

The second time it happened was at a party; Xavier was drunk, not so much that he would black out, but drunk enough so that everything around him had that pretty haze to it. Like he was walking through a dream. He found you with his friend Jeremiah, tossing back shots from garishly green glasses. 

Looking back, he’s not sure why he gripped your waist the way he did, but his hand fit there like a puzzle clicking into place, and you glanced over your shoulder at him with bleary, dilated eyes. Instead of pushing away, you seemed to step back into him, your body boneless as you pressed softly against his chest. Jeremiah neither commented nor looked too long at the two of you, walking off with a wry glance and a shake of his head. 

There was something in Xavier that compelled him to touch you, to run his hand from your waist up your ribcage towards the pert nipples he could see through your shirt, puckered and tempting. His eyes lingered there for long enough that you noticed, swallowing hard as your chest began to rise and fall a little harder. Xavier’s hand barely twitched before he was knocked by another partygoer, jostling him so that he spilled his drink all over your shirt. After that, the moment fell away like a fading daydream and he helped you clean up as if nothing had happened. Which it hadn’t, really. 

The third time it happens is when Xavier is at your apartment, shaking himself from a nap just to open his eyes to the credits rolling on screen. When he glances your way, you’re standing by the sofa, shaking your head and smiling at him. Your eyes seem to sparkle from the low light, streetlights reflected in your gaze. 

“Maybe one day we’ll actually make it through a movie without you falling asleep,”

Xavier yawns, stretching like a cat and letting his body slip a little further down the sofa. His shirt rides up slightly as he moves, but he’s too preoccupied with blinking his eyes back to life to notice the way your eyes drift down to the skin that’s become visible. “I saw enough of the movie to know it was bad,”

You sigh, plopping down beside him, “Yeah, you’re right. It was garbage,” you turn to him, bathed in blue light from the darkened tv and the moon spilling through the window, “we could’ve made fun of it together if you hadn’t fallen asleep,”

“You should’ve slept with me,” It's out his mouth before Xavier even realises the way it sounds, and he thanks the lack of light in the living room for hiding his warm cheeks. He swallows noisily when you don’t immediately reply, a groove forming between your brows as you trail your eyes over his face.

“Yeah,” you reply, “I should’ve,”

The moment hangs there, suspended, and one more Xavier finds himself caught in uncharted territory with you. He won’t pretend like thoughts of you haven’t featured in his daily life more often these days, won’t pretend that he hasn’t grasped his cock in the shower a couple times and thought of you and your soft, pliant body. He’s had twisted thoughts about you, things he wouldn’t dare utter to anyone, things he never even knew he was into before now, but still, he’s had them.

He’s thinking about it right now, as you watch him, growing more uncertain by the second as the silence continues to spread over you both like ice. He wants to drag you to him and keep you both in the heat of that tension that keeps raising its head between you both. Wants to lose himself in it, in you. 

But he doesn’t, and neither do you. 

Clearing your throat, you look away, cheeks darkening even under the glare of the tv. You start shuffling things on the coffee table, hands picking up and putting down empty take out cartons like you need to move but you don’t know why. Xavier sighs softly and takes them out of your hands, walking to the kitchen to deposit them in the trash. He takes a few moments alone in the kitchenette, surrounded by little pieces of you - Hello Kitty mugs, heart-shaped dishes clean by the sink, a couple polaroids of the two of you with friends and alone together stuck on the fridge. 

Xavier isn’t stupid, he knows that these moments are gonna keep happening more and more frequently until one of you gives in. And he wants to give in, wants it to drown you both until all you can do is cling onto each other. But he’s never been good with other people, he doesn’t know if he can cradle something as precious as you in his life like that without breaking you, or himself. 

“Xav? Can you help me with something?” You walk around the corner of the kitchenette to find him slouched over, arms braced against the kitchen counter. Xavier watches your eyes grow unfocused before you blink it away and glance at the floor, blushing still. “I, ah, my shower head needs attaching. Remember I told you I got a new one?”

Xavier nods and stands to his full height, eager to get back to some normalcy. Acts of service is probably the only way he can show how he cares for you without breaking out into hives about it, or doing something ridiculous like ripping your pyjama shorts straight down the middle seam and ducking his head into your pussy. 

He clenches his jaw and tries to focus on something else. Your shower, right.

The bathroom in your apartment is too small, though it seems to work for you. Just like the kitchen it’s filled with little mementos of you, surrounding him with you. The shampoo bottle still open on the shelf in the shower smells like strawberries, and Xavier wonders if he’ll get a moment alone so he can sniff at it like a freak. 

The shower head attachment is simple, and Xavier screws it into place easily, tightening it as far as it’ll go. You slide into the cubicle with him, checking out his handiwork and offering him a nod and an impressed look, “Good work, I think I’ll keep you around,”

“I require three banana muffins as payment, if that’s the case,” 

The two of you laugh, and you move to get out of the cubicle when you yelp, slipping into Xavier and pushing his hands into the shower dial, turning it on and sending a spray of cold water over the two of you. The shower head creaks a few times, shaking and rattling wildly before it pings off and hits the ground. You scream, Xavier curses and another, stronger spray of water soaks you both as his hand fights to get hold of the dial to turn the water off. When he does, the room is silent save for your panting breaths. The water is freezing as it soaks into every layer of clothing, and Xavier turns, looking at you through the wet strands of his hair. 

He’s expecting you to burst into laughter, to shake your head at your own misfortune, but instead, when Xavier’s gaze finds you, he loses all sense. You’re soaked too, dripping wet in your t-shirt and shorts, wet hair hanging over your shoulders and plastered to the sides of your neck and face. Cheeks pink, either from the cold or something else, Xavier isn’t sure, but either way it has his stomach tensing and a ridge forming in the sopping denim of his jeans. Your eyes aren’t on his face, though. Instead you’re staring at his chest, eyes hazy like you’re daydreaming about something, but the way you lick the shower water off your lips has Xavier’s blood running scalding through his veins. 

“You…” You say, voice fading off as if you can’t quite find the words. Instead, you reach out, pressing your hand in the middle of his abdomen, right above where his shirt sticks to his abs. Xavier never claimed to be a gym bro, but a combination of martial arts and swimming has always left him with a toned physique. He thanks god now that his parents ushered him into such activities that led to this moment, that led to you looking at him like this. “You’re…”

He swallows hard, just now doing his own perusal of your body, eyes fixed on the way the wet t-shirt sticks to your breasts. He can see the lace of your bra like the shirt isn’t even there, the white material transparent enough to show every inch of intricate, pink lace that covers your breasts. 

When your gazes collide, it's like striking a match to dynamite - there’s only so long before the fuse burns out and the two of you combust. And you do just that, Xavier stepping towards you, crowding you against the shower wall as he threads both hands through your hair, holding your head steady so he can take your mouth the way he’s been thinking all this time. You moan greedily into his mouth, welcoming the rushed sweep of his tongue with one of your own, tasting him with as much fervor as he does you. 

But Xavier is desperate, eager, and he’s not gonna give up control that easily. His hands tighten in your hair, pulling at the strands and keeping you steady while your hands fist in the soaked material of his shirt, tugging and pulling while you whimper against his lips. He kisses you deeply, drinking you up. His body moving of its own accord, hips pinning you to the wall just so he can grind into you, a stuttered groan of relief building in his throat. 

“Fuck, fuck,” He grunts, finally breaking the kiss and allowing you to take a full breath before he’s diving back in, a hand pressed to your neck. He’s being rough, losing control, and he loosens his hold on you for a moment just to feel your own hands move over his, pressing his touch tighter and tighter. He can hardly believe it, pulling back to see you slowly open your eyes, your hot and heavy-lidded gaze finding his as you press his hand against your neck again, asking for more. “God,” Xavier groans, obliging eagerly. 

He presses his fingers experimentally, watching as your lips pop open on a gasp, Xavier’s tongue licking against their seam, collecting your taste and making it his own. He’s impossibly hard, probably close to coming, but he can’t help but watch you lose control with him. Giving it to him. 

“Fuck me, Xav, please,” You speak, voice hitching over the grip he has on your throat, “I need it so bad,”

“Yeah?” He says, pressing his forehead to yours, water still dripping down his temple, “Show me,”

You seem to know exactly what Xavier is asking for before he does, your hands leaving his waist to push at your waistband, fingers hooking into the material of your shorts and underwear and rolling them down until they fall with a wet plop on the shower floor. You’re completely bare to him now, so pretty it’s hard to believe this isn’t a dream. The soft curls at the centre of your legs are shiny with how bad you need him, and he takes his time, feasting with his eyes as you squirm for him. 

Xavier has no idea what he’s doing, has never been with a girl like this. Never felt comfortable allowing her to give him total control of her body. He needs to be sure, needs to know you’re in this as deeply as he is. 

“What do you need, baby?” Xavier’s lips are back, because he can’t help it, suckling on your lower lip and nipping at your jaw, “Tell me and I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you anything,”

“Fuck me,” You say, voice just barely above a whisper, your cheeks darkening a gorgeous cherry shade as you utter the words, “Make it hurt,”

Xavier can hardly breathe, can barely think when you speak to him like that. You’re giving him everything and he can’t think of a way to show you how much this means, how badly he’s wanted this with you and nobody else. He presses another long, lingering kiss to your lips, taking your hand and leading you out of the shower cubicle. If he’s going to have you, he’s gonna do it on your bed and nowhere else. He needs you to be soft, comfortable and safe when he fucks you. 

He’s just passing the threshold of your room when he spins you, your back hitting the wall with a dull thud. You gasp, the sound swallowed by Xavier’s lips as he tugs the material of your shirt up and up, revealing that pretty pink bra to him. Finally. 

“So gorgeous,” He says softly, running a finger over your nipple as it peeks through the lace. You shiver, and Xavier smiles for it. His finger runs down to your navel, circling it as your stomach muscles clench and release impatiently. You shift on your feet, thighs rubbing together, and Xavier watches it all with the hunger of a predator. Tapping one of your thighs, he murmurs, “Spread them,”

You do as he says, eyes glassy with desire as you stare up at him through your wet bangs, lisp swollen and shiny from his kisses. He sighs softly at the sight, swallowing hard so he can regain enough moisture in his mouth to speak, “You want this?”

An eager, quick nod is your answer.

“If you say stop, we stop. We don’t need any fancy words, just say it and I’ll stop,” He brushes your bands off of your face gently, reverently, “Okay?”

“Yeah,” Breathless and tight, you sound as desperate as him, dropping your gaze to watch his hand as he runs it over your stomach and down towards your pussy, fingers moving through the soft hair straight into the hot, wetness he’s been looking for. When he circles your clit, your head falls back against the wall, a ragged breath parting your lips. 

Xavier’s cock is beyond painful, straight into numb with how badly he needs to fuck it into you as hard and fast as he can. But he wants to make this good for both of you, to fulfil every fucked up urge he’s ever had and never acted on. He’s never wanted to be with anyone like this, never wanted to mark them up and leave them bruised and wet and panting like he wants to with you. He circles your hard little clit once more before his hand leaves you completely, coming down with a swift smack against your pussy that has your knees buckling. 

“Fuck,” You groan, “Xav…” 

“Too much?” His eyes dart between yours, looking for any ounce of regret or hesitation. But he finds none of it, only a heat that mirrors his own. 

“Again,”

Xavier could die now and all would be right with the world. His hand is wet, sticky with your need for him, and he can barely catch his breath and he delivers another spank to your cunt, soothing it with a few slow rubs on your clit. Your body is damp now, but shimmering with sweat instead of spray from the shower. You’re trembling, eyes alight as you watch him. He spanks you a couple more times, enough for you to be on the verge of coming, your clit throbbing and hot as Xavier circles it, too slow to make you come but slow enough so the reminder is there, tugging at your gut. 

You’re so wet now that Xavier’s fingers are glistening with it, slipping through your folds with no resistance. He moves you away from the wall slowly, allowing your legs to shakily carry you over to the bed before he places you on the mattress. You’re trembling with the need to come, and Xavier thinks this view will haunt him for the rest of his life. He’ll go to sleep and wake up thinking of you like this - wet and needy under him. 

His hands make quick work of his belt, and you watch with rapt attention, hands fisting in the sheets as you itch to touch him. But you know he won’t let you. Instead he takes the belt out of the loops completely, moving swiftly to flip you over so you’re on your stomach. You gasp, almost crying out in surprise before Xavier has your wrists in one hand and his belt in another. Then you sigh, moaning softly into the mattress. 

He ties your hands, manoeuvring you so that your face is pressed against the mattress, turned so you can watch him behind you, and your ass is in the air, thighs spread so he can see everything. Your tight, wet pussy shining from his torture, and the snug little ring above that beckons his attention briefly, a still-wet finger running over the hole until you tense and gasp. He has no plans to fuck you there tonight, but he hopes that one day he can have you there, too. 

“So fucking beautiful,” He murmurs, letting his jeans fall to the floor and standing in only his briefs. His cock is a hard, throbbing ridge at the front of his underwear, though he makes no move to remove them. Letting the tip of it leak steadily against the dark material while he kneels to the floor, facing away. His hair brushes your inner thighs, so close to your pussy, and you twitch above him, trying to look. His hand tugs on the loose end of the belt, pulling you up with a gasp until you’re hovering above him, your cunt just inches away from his parted lips. You can feel every soft breath against the damp skin, and you need him to do something, anything. 

“Please,” You whimper, asking for something, though you’re not even sure what. Anything, a touch or even a breath against your aching pussy would be enough right now. 

His hand comes to wrap around your hip, the other holding tight onto the belt and keeping you kneeling over him. His eyes watch you, dark and heavy, from between your thighs. He reaches up a little, licking softly at your clit once, just enough to make you moan and your thighs shake. He grins, then, watching your body react to him, your tits shudder with every ragged breath you drag in. He can’t help himself, turning his head to run his teeth along your inner thigh, prolonging your torture a moment longer. 

His teeth dig in, just a little, and you gasp, eyes flashing with something greedy. Xavier waits for you to say it, gives you the chance to stay silent, but you don’t.

“Harder,” You murmur, voice shaking, “bite me. Fuck,”

So Xavier does, sinking his teeth into your inner thigh just enough to bruise, sucking deeply on the skin there. You shake above him, hips gyrating against nothing but air as you hover over him. You’re completely lost to your own desires now, just like Xavier, and so he decides to give in a little, barely giving you a moment to breathe before his lips are slipping over your cunt, tongue pressing against your clit. You cry out, hips already rocking like you know exactly what he wants from you with every moan he presses into your flesh. His tongue is fast, flicking and fucking into you so quick you’re sure you’re about to come, thighs shaking and stomach caving in with the intensity of it.

But then he pulls away, and you groan, almost falling forward before he catches you with the belt and pulls you back up. His smile is wicked from between your thighs, lips shining from your cunt, and you sigh shakily. His tongue drags slowly over your bite mark on your thigh, lips sucking a couple more marks into your skin, and then he’s back again, eating you out like a man possessed. And maybe he is, he sure feels like it, drinking down every wave of you that meets his tongue. Your hips grind downward, now, fucking his face until he pauses once more, all the breath leaving your chest. 

“God, please, Xav - I need to come, please, please -” You’re babbling above him, begging to come, and he can’t help but smile. He has wanted this for so long, wanted to see you lost for him.

“You want to stop?” He whispers, kissing your inner thigh again, “You know what to say if you do. You wanted me to make it hurt,”

“I -” You swallow, torn between needing to come and wanting to feel everything tomorrow. You need more - more bruises all over your body, more slaps against your skin, more of Xavier’s teeth sinking into you. “No, don’t stop,”

He surprises you by moving this time, slipping out from under you and releasing his hold on the belt so you flop down onto the bed, ass still up in the air, pussy dripping down your thighs. The sting of Xavier’s bite aches a little on your thigh, but the waves of pain greet the waves of pleasure humming through your body, and you find yourself clenching around nothing. Xavier must notice, because he curses softly behind you, running a finger down the swollen seam of your pussy. The next thing you feel is his breath ghosting along your spine, followed by his tongue as he laps up every drop of sweat. His hair, dry by now, brushes against you and has you shivering. A quick shuffle of material is followed by the thick head of his cock brushing your cunt, and you groan, biting the sheets on the bed. You’re strung so tight, so desperate to feel him inside you that you rock back to try and take him in, but all that does is have him brush against your clit, dragging a moan from both of you. 

He reaches under, slapping his cock against your clit a few more times until you’re almost crying with the need to come. The thick heat of it so welcome it has you clenching again, desperate to be full of him. 

Xavier watches your body strain and tremble, his dick so tight with the need to come now that he worries he won’t make it past the first thrust, but he prepares himself. His voice is tight, rough when he speaks, “Do you want me to get a condom?”

Your reply is surprisingly quick, eager, “No. I need you to come inside me,”

He almost comes right then and there, against your thigh instead of inside you, but he takes a deep, steadying breath. “Okay,” he says, before assuring you he’s been tested, and you do the same. By the time he’s positioned himself where he wants to be, he’s sweating all over, his hair wet at the temples all over again as he smooths a hand over your spine, gripping the belt that binds your wrists. When he enters you, it’s not slow or steady, its fast, hard and almost obliterates what he has left of his psyche. 

“Oh, god,” He murmurs, unsure if he can make this good for you when you’re squeezing him so tight, so wet around his aching cock he doesn’t even have to warm you up before he fucks into you again and again, quick thrusts that have your ass slapping against his stomach in quick succession. “So fucking wet, baby. God,”

“Yes,” You agree, a moan swallowing your words as you let your eyes roll back, losing yourself in the sensation of being so full, so stuffed full of Xavier that you can hardly breathe when he hits deep, your mouth open and drooling against the mattress. He’s fucking you so good, so deep that you completely lose all sense of being, hovering over your body, a full out-of-body experience just from Xavier’s dick.

Why haven’t you been fucking the whole time? Is your thought, unknowingly mirrored by Xavier as he wraps the belt around his wrist, tugging you up so you’re lifted from the mattress, hovering and twisted at a new angle that allows him to feel every inch of your pussy. You’re barely making any sound now as he drills into you, your breaths ragged and broken as you take it. 

“I’m coming - oh ff-uck, Xav you’re making me come -” The way you call for him is an aphrodisiac in itself, and it has Xavier’s balls tightening, the need to come punching a hole through his gut, almost. But he doesn’t stop there. He fucks you hard through your orgasm, pushing through the clench of your walls until you’re boneless, body jerking with every thrust. You’re just about to tighten up on him a second time when he lets go of the belt, pushing you down into the mattress and arching your back even more. You scream through your second orgasm, throat hoarse and tears leaking out onto the sheets, but you don’t ask him to stop. You just lie there until it builds again, your sweat slicked body beginning to push back and meet him thrust for thrust. 

“I can’t- I can’t go again, Xav -”

Xavier takes your hair then, tugging you so he can speak against your cheek, “Yes, you can. Cause you’re a good girl, right? You’re my good girl, so you’re gonna take it and you’re gonna come until I tell you to stop,”

Your eyes go white, rolling back when the third orgasm hits you, your whole body trembling. Xavier isn’t sure if you’re conscious for a second, his thrusts almost slowing before you groan again. Your pussy is so wet it's all he can hear, the hot suction of his cock disappearing inside you. It’s enough to drive him insane with it, desperate to keep you here forever, coming on his cock like a good girl. 

Even Xavier isn’t immune to the deep clench of your cunt, however, your body tensing up for that fourth orgasm once he has you flat on your stomach is enough to send him overboard. His body trembling, sound muffling as it approaches faster than he can take it. He knows you can come again, but he isn’t sure he has the brain power left to do more than make himself come, so he unties your hands with a shaking hand.

“Gonna come, baby,”

“Please, yes,” You pant, somehow still aware of your surroundings even as your body flirts with the possibility of an allusive fifth orgasm. When Xavier speeds up, his hips slapping against your ass, his hand joining the fray with a sharp spank against your plush cheek, you can’t help but let your hand dart down between your stomach and the mattress, circling your clit just enough times to have you coming with him. “Oh, fuck, Xavier!”

A few brutal thrusts later, Xavier is spent, his own legs trembling with the effort of holding his weight, so he falls alongside you on the mattress. Your bodies are somehow more wet now than they were in the shower, slicked with perspiration. Xavier rolls over, throwing an arm over you and already halfway to snoring when you shift onto your side.