can i req heated makeout sesh on shy xavier’s lap till he cums in his pants ^_^
── 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 ! kissing xavier (love and deepspace) until he cums in his pants
✦ content. fem reader soft smut, slow burn, flustered reactions, praise/teasing, light restraint, mutual stimulation, explicit sexual content, aftercare, body worship, consensual acts
author's ✿︎ notes. i've been writing sooo slow so im very sorry to everyone that is in the queue right now :'( but i am now getting to themmmm! i promise i'm gonna release 3 fics this week? (don't hold it against me tho) lmao i love you guys and i hope you guys like this
you find him sitting on the edge of the couch, hands resting awkwardly on his knees, eyes darting anywhere but your face. the room is quiet, warm, the faint hum of the city outside drifting through the slightly open window. you perch yourself on the armrest beside him, brushing a hand along his shoulder. he flinches slightly, and your lips curl into a teasing smile.
“hey… relax,” you murmur, voice low, soft, letting it brush over his ear. he swallows, eyes flicking to yours for the briefest second before dropping back down. “i—i am,” he mutters, voice barely above a whisper. you hum, tilting your head. “sure you are,” you tease, letting your fingers trail down his arm, brushing his wrist lightly, watching him shiver despite himself.
he clears his throat, fidgeting, and you take that as an invitation. slowly, deliberately, you lean in, lips grazing the corner of his jaw. “xavier…” you murmur, breath warm, fingers sliding just under the hem of his shirt, teasing his skin. he jerks slightly, but doesn’t pull away. “d—don’t…” he stammers, voice strained, eyes half-lidded. “don’t what?” you ask, tilting your head, brushing your lips to his neck. “touch me like that…” he whispers, voice trembling slightly, and you hum softly, a satisfied, teasing sound.
“that’s exactly what i want,” you murmur, lips brushing along his collarbone, your hand sliding up to rest lightly on his chest. he swallows hard, one hand twitching to your waist, unsure if he’s allowed to touch. “you… you’re going to make me—” he stops, lips parting as a shiver runs down his spine.
you press closer, straddling his lap gently, letting him feel the weight of you without fully overwhelming him. your fingers trace the line of his jaw, down his neck, over the slope of his shoulders. his hands hover, hesitant, then slowly rest on your hips, tentative, exploring your curves lightly.
“do you… like this?” you whisper, lips brushing his earlobe. he hums softly, and the vibration makes your chest warm. “i… i do,” he admits, voice small, almost shy. “good,” you murmur, tugging his shirt just enough to slide it over his head. his skin is warm, slightly flushed, and he shivers when your fingers trail across his bare chest.
“y-you’re—really warm,” he murmurs, breath hitching slightly. you smile, leaning in to kiss him softly, letting your hands roam over his torso, feeling him tense, shiver, lean into your touch. “i know,” you tease, lips brushing his jaw. he nods slightly, shy, fumbling with your sides as if testing boundaries.
you hum, dragging your lips along his collarbone, letting him squirm beneath you. “you’re… really sensitive,” you murmur, voice low, brushing a hand down his stomach, feeling the small, restrained movements of him. his breath catches, a soft whine escaping, and you smile, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder.
“xavier… look at me,” you whisper, tilting his chin up gently. his eyes meet yours, wide, flushed, full of something tender and needy. “i… i’m… trying,” he stammers. you hum, fingers curling into his hair, pulling him gently toward you, lips brushing against his. “good,” you murmur, letting your tongue tease the corner of his mouth, coaxing a soft moan from him.
he gasps softly, hands clutching at your waist, hips shifting instinctively as your body presses against his. you smile, grinding lightly, letting him feel your weight, the slow, teasing motion that makes him shiver and whimper softly. “d-don’t stop…” he murmurs, voice small, shaky, and your smile widens.
“i’m not stopping,” you whisper, lips tracing along his jaw, nipping lightly at his earlobe. his hands move higher, brushing along your back, tentative but seeking, wanting. “please… please don’t stop…” he murmurs, words breaking into soft whimpers. you hum, pressing a kiss to the hollow of his neck, hand sliding down slightly to grip his hip.
his body trembles beneath you, warm and taut, shivering as you tease him, brush, kiss. “you’re… so good at this,” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed. “so good at making me… feel…” his words falter, breath hitching as he shifts, pressing closer, desperate.
you smile softly, lips brushing his jaw, letting him feel every inch of you, every teasing motion. “am i doing good xaiver?” you murmur, grinding slightly, hands gentle but firm on his torso. his hands grip your sides, pulling you closer, and he shivers, letting a soft, helpless sound escape.
“mm… yes…” he whispers, voice trembling, and your lips brush his temple, murmuring soft encouragements. “that’s it… just like that… feel good?” he hums, tilting his head, brushing his lips against yours briefly, letting you guide him, tease him, make him melt in your arms.
his hips press instinctively against yours, little shudders running through him as your fingers trail along his chest, down to his stomach, teasing the sensitive skin just above his waistband. his hands clutch your sides tighter, nails grazing lightly, and he leans into you, breath hitching softly. “you… you make me feel… everything,” he murmurs, voice trembling, eyes half-lidded and glimmering.
you hum, brushing your lips along his jaw, letting your hands explore slowly, deliberately, testing the boundaries of his comfort while coaxing him further. “you love it, don’t you?” you murmur, grinding slightly, pressing him gently into the couch. he swallows hard, cheeks flushed, and nods. “i… i do… i… can’t… couldn't thinking about it…” he stammers, voice breaking into a soft whine.
you smile, lowering your lips to his collarbone, dragging gentle, teasing kisses along his skin. his back arches slightly, shivering, lips parting, eyes fluttering shut. “xavier…” you whisper, fingers tracing the line of his hipbone, “look at me… just… feel this.” he obeys, tilting his head, eyes meeting yours, full of trust, need, and something tender that makes your chest ache.
you slide your hands under the waistband of his pants, teasing lightly at the edge, brushing over him, eliciting a startled, breathy sound. “y-you… you can’t… i—i—” he stammers, cheeks burning, hands clutching your waist as if anchoring himself. you hum softly, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “shh—it’s okay… just feel… just let go,”
his hips jerk slightly, pressing into your touch, little moans escaping, shy and breathy, every exhale trembling. “mm—don’t stop… please—” he whispers, voice small, weak, and you smile, grinding gently, letting him feel every little motion, teasing him further. his hands roam lightly over your back, tentative, but seeking, wanting, trusting.
you trace soft circles over him, feeling him tense beneath your touch, shivering at every stroke. “that’s it… just like that… good boy,” you murmur, lips brushing his jaw, dragging down to his neck. he gasps, trembling, hands tightening on your sides, eyes fluttering shut. “i—i— can’t…” he stammers, and you hum, pressing kisses along the hollow of his throat, fingers wrapping firmly but gently around him.
his body shudders violently as he catches his first release, shyness breaking into a soft, needy whine. “mm—oh… god—i—” he chokes out, hips pressing against your hand, shivering, face flushed. you press against him, murmuring soft praises, letting him ride the wave of sensation, hands brushing your sides, holding on as though letting go would break him.
you trail your lips down his chest, whispering against his skin, teasing gently, coaxing him further. “so good… feeling you like this… so responsive…” he hums softly, tilting his head, letting you explore, letting your fingers slide along him, feeling his warmth, hearing the soft whimpers and gasps.
his second climax comes quicker, little spasms wracking him as he leans fully into your lap, eyes fluttering shut, lips parting, letting soft moans escape freely. “i— i—can’t stop… please…” he whispers, shyness mingling with desire, voice small, vulnerable, trusting. you hum, pressing soft kisses along his jaw, over his collarbone, murmuring encouragements as he trembles in your arms.
you tease him gently with your mouth and fingers, pulling him just slightly away before letting him thrust against you again, catching him off-guard, making him shiver and whine softly. “good—yes… just like that—feel so good for me, xavier…” you whisper, grinding slowly, letting him feel every sensation, every shiver, every tremor that runs through him.
by the third time, he’s overwhelmed, shaking, shyness mixing with need, the soft, messy heat pooling between you both. he gasps, voice breaking, trembling fully, hands clutching your sides as he cums into your touch, shivering and whimpering softly. “mm—i… oh—ahh…” he murmurs, face buried in your neck, body shaking, and you hum, pressing soft kisses to his temple, arms wrapping around him, steadying him.
you hold him through the aftermath, whispering soft reassurances, letting him feel safe, letting the warmth linger. “that’s it… breathe… it’s okay— you did so well,” you murmur, fingers brushing through his hair, lips against his temple, chest pressed to his. he hums softly, shyness still lingering but replaced with contentment, leaning fully into you, trembling in your embrace.
minutes pass in quiet intimacy, soft whispers, gentle strokes, little kisses along jaw and neck, until he finally lifts his head, cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes glimmering. “i—i’ve never… felt… like this before—” he whispers, voice small, tender. “you… you make everything—so—overwhelming… but… good”
you smile, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, letting your hands linger on his waist. “that’s exactly what i wanted,” you whisper, pulling him close, letting him rest against you. “just… let me take care of you… okay?” he nods, hands curling around your back, still trembling, still flushed, but completely content to be held, completely vulnerable, completely safe in your arms.
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can i reque st overstim.ulating xavier pls. thank you 🙈
── 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 ! overstimulating xavier (love and deepspace)
✦ content. fem reader sub! xavier, dom!reader, overstimulation, praise kink, blowjob, vaginal sex, handjob, multiple orgasms, cum play, dirty talk, begging/whimpering, cock worship, degradation-ish (very light)
author's ✿︎ notes. another person in anon asked for this, but i didn't include their sugar!baby part. kinda forgot about it when i started writing :(:( i was too lost in imagination when i thought about submissive xav :( but anyways hope you all will still like this anyway,,, love you baby thanks for requesting !
xavier always prided himself on restraint. on control. on never letting anything get the better of him. but tonight, none of that mattered—not when you had him spread out beneath you, trembling, cock hard and leaking, his composure unraveling bit by bit.
you started slow, lips pressing gentle kisses to his thighs, dragging your tongue along the sensitive skin until he was squirming against the sheets. his cock twitched every time your breath ghosted over it, already flushed, the tip glossy with precum.
“so hot,” you murmured, licking a slow stripe up his shaft, savoring the way he choked on his breath. “look at you, xavier. already leaking for me. do you know how gorgeous you look like this?”
“yes—yes, ruin me, i’ll give you everything—please don’t stop…” he mutters.
he whined when you wrapped your lips around the swollen head and sucked, your tongue swirling against the slit. his hand flew to your hair, not to push you down but to anchor himself, his knuckles white as he tried to ground himself against the overwhelming heat of your mouth.
“f-fuck—ahhh, i—” his words broke into a moan when you took him deeper, your throat flexing around him.
you hummed around his cock, letting the vibration make his hips buck helplessly. “you taste so good, baby. so sweet. i could keep you in my mouth forever.”
his composure cracked fast. within minutes his thighs were shaking, his chest heaving, voice breaking on every gasp and moan. when you deep-throated him fully, nose brushing against the soft skin at his base, his whole body arched and he cried out, spilling hot and heavy down your throat.
he panted hard, face flushed, eyes wide and glassy as you swallowed every drop, licking your lips before smiling sweetly up at him.
“that’s one,” you teased, climbing up to kiss his jaw. “but we’re not done yet, are we? look—you’re already getting hard again. your cock doesn’t know how to quit.”
he shuddered, torn between begging you for mercy and begging you for more.
you straddled his hips slowly, letting his still-sensitive cock slide into your soaked heat inch by inch. he whimpered the moment your walls clenched around him, nails digging into the sheets as his head fell back.
“nnghhh, i-i can’t—i just came—”
“and you’re going to cum again,” you whispered, leaning down to press your lips against his ear. “you love this, don’t you? being inside me, filling me up. i can feel how deep you are, xavier. stretching me perfectly. made for me to use— for my own pleasure,”
his eyes rolled back when you started moving, slow at first, dragging him against every tight, wet ridge inside you. your hands smoothed over his chest, pinching his nipples lightly, making him shiver.
“you’re so good for me. so perfect. look at you, moaning for me like a pretty boy, giving me everything i want. every time i take you like this, you lose yourself. you love how i use you, how i ride you until you can’t think straight.”
he was trembling violently now, tears brimming in his eyes as your pace picked up. the sound of your bodies meeting filled the room—wet, messy, obscene. his cock twitched wildly inside you, already close even though he’d just cum minutes ago.
“g-god, it’s too much, i’m gonna—i can’t—” he sobbed as he came again, cock spilling deep inside you, thick ropes of cum filling you so much that it spilled down his cock and onto the sheets.
you didn’t stop. you kept grinding, fucking him through every spasm, milking him dry. he was wrecked beneath you, hands clawing weakly at your thighs, his face twisted in blissful agony.
“that’s it, baby. look at you—so gorgeous when you break for me. cum all you want, fill me up as many times as you can. i’ll take every drop, i promise.”
his body went limp, but his cock stayed hard inside you, twitching, begging for more.
you slid off him gently, straddling his waist as you wrapped your slick fist around his cock. he whimpered at the first touch, his entire body jolting as if the overstimulation was too much to bear.
“no, no, please, i c-can’t—ohh fuck, it’s—”
“shhh,” you soothed, kissing his damp forehead as you stroked him slowly, deliberately. “you can. you’ll cum for me again, won’t you? my perfect boy always gives me more.”
your grip twisted at the head, smearing his own cum and your slick together, your thumb pressing against the sensitive slit until he cried out, bucking helplessly into your hand.
“look at you—so beautiful, cock so hard for me even after everything. do you know how perfect you are? how much i adore this?”
his thighs shook, his breathing ragged, every muscle trembling beneath your touch. he tried to turn his face away, too overwhelmed, but you caught his jaw, making him look at you.
“eyes on me, angel. i want to see you when you break again. i want you to know who’s ruining you.” his moans were desperate now, high and broken, his cock twitching violently in your fist. you stroked him faster, your voice dripping with praise.
“p-please, i can’t, it’s too—ahhh, f-fuck, too much!” he cried out.
“that’s it. give it to me. show me how much you love being mine. look at how beautiful you are when you cum—my sweet boy, my enjoyment, my everything.”
with a strangled cry, he broke again, hot cum spilling over your fist, streaking across his stomach, dripping down his sides. his whole body arched as if struck, every nerve alight, before he collapsed back onto the sheets, utterly spent.
you slowed your hand, milking the last drops from him before finally releasing him. he lay there, trembling, chest heaving, eyes glassy with exhaustion and bliss.
you leaned down, kissing him softly. “three times,” you whispered against his lips. “you did so good for me, xavier. so, so good. i could ruin you forever and you’d still be perfect.”
and from the way his cock twitched weakly against your thigh, you knew he’d let you.
