಄ waiting for fiancé!xavier to come home and fuck you .ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ
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The faint click of your apartment door opening stirs you from your drowsiness. Your fingers grip the edges of the bathtub as you sluggishly push yourself up, shifting to sit a little higher—the water just covering your bare breasts.
Fridays are always Xavier’s busiest days at work.
Most nights, you’re already fast asleep by the time he gets home, only ever stirring awake when he showers or finally slips softly into bed beside you. Then again, you drift off seconds later—soothed by the soft kisses he never forgets to litter your face with before bed.
Tonight, you’ve been committed to staying awake until he arrives, filling the hours with activities throughout the night, eventually leading to a warm bath a little after midnight to fight your weariness.
You sigh in exasperation at your nearly futile efforts to stay awake, your mind still fuzzy and your eyes hazed from your fatigue.
As you hear the bedroom door creak open quietly—no doubt expecting your sleeping figure—you wait in anticipation for Xavier to find you in the adjoining bathroom when he notices you’re absent from your shared bed.
“Y/n?” His voice is soft but you notice it carries worry, slightly muffled by the walls separating you.
You’re just about to call out in response to him when the bathroom door hurriedly opens, revealing your anxious fiancé.
His expression morphs from slight concern to relief the moment he notices your dormant figure in the bathtub.
"My star, why aren’t you asleep?" His voice is gentler now—tender and faint—like he’s scared to disturb the room’s stillness.
Xavier stands in the doorway before shifting slowly to lean against its frame in a way you find stupidly attractive.
He’s clad in the white button-up shirt he usually wears under his jacket and vest, his matching grey gloves already slipped off.
He’s wearing his white pants and the harness that slips around his thigh, though both the garments look a bit rumpled from the long day.
His ash blond hair is slightly tousled, with a few stray strands poking up in different directions—expected in his line of work. Even with his tired eyes and slightly dishevelled appearance, your fiancé somehow still looks effortlessly handsome.
“Hi there,” you start, lips curving into a lazy smile at the satisfaction of seeing him. The soft yellow lighting catches his face in all the right ways, and you take a second to admire his delicate features.
"I was starting to have withdrawal symptoms," you joke heartily, eliciting a small chuckle from him.
You watch in silence as Xavier approaches you in the bathtub, his eyes drilling holes into your body as he scans your figure ardently beneath the idle water—almost as though he hasn’t seen your naked body a million times before.
You see the faint colour rise in his cheeks like it always does when he’s flustered. His mouth curls at the edges while walking, fingers fidgeting by his sides.
You return his soft smile before bending your knees to curl your legs towards your body, suddenly shy at his intense scrutiny. Maybe you should’ve added that bubble solution.
Xavier smells of fresh linen and light florals.
You take in his familiar scent as he sits himself down on the bathtub’s edge in front of you, hands gently brushing against your skin to reach for a loose strand of hair to tuck it softly behind your ear. You make out his handsome features as he does so, his pink cherry lips and his blue, fatigued eyes.
“Baby,” he murmurs, his voice low and caring, “You really should’ve gone to bed.” There’s no reprimand in his tone, only affection and concern.
He presses his palm to your face in a comforting move, his thumb gliding over your cheek in slow, soothing circles. His familiar hands are coarse from wielding his sword all day, but you’ve never minded.
You purse your lips instinctively, cheeks burning at his proximity, “I missed you. I wanted to get into bed together.” You bury your face closer into his palm, feeling your own exhaustion slowly ebb away.
“How many wanderers today?”
“Only about a hundred,” He replies curtly—as if it’s normal to kill a hundred wanderers on a single mission.
At this, you notice a bruise near his wrist, and you inspect it before speaking, “You need to be more careful, Xavier.”
You furrow your eyebrows disapprovingly, “Let me bandage it up.”
A smile spreads across Xavier’s face at your consideration, his eyes curving into familiar, gentle crescents.
“No need. That wasn’t from today, I’m okay, starlight.”
You can only huff in response when he retracts his hand from yours before reaching for the water with his fingers.
He drags his fingertips along the water’s still surface, the sound of small ripples of water filling the comfortable silence. It’s a small gesture that manages to convey quiet intimacy without anything spoken.
“Join me.” Despite the soft whisper, there’s conviction in your tone.
Xavier wastes no time meeting your gaze, a smirk already adorning his lips, “Yes ma’am.”
He doesn’t wait for your reply before simply lifting himself off the edge of the bathtub and moving toward the sink opposite you.
You watch closely as his fingers move with ease, deftly working on the buttons of his shirt as he walks—slowly revealing his warm skin beneath.
Your eyes trail down the curve of his neck to his broad shoulders, following the movement of the fabric as he slips it off, exposing his sculpted back.
Xavier has always been muscular, but it’s only when he rolls his shoulders back—flexing—that you can truly make out his brawny build sculpted from countless hours of training and combat.
He places the shirt softly on the countertop, folding it with such a care that it feels intimate in its domesticity. You stir slightly in the bath when Xavier shifts his attention to his harness, unclasping it from his thigh before placing it on top of his shirt.
When your fiancé turns his attention to his pants, he unbuttons and slides them off with slow, deliberate motions as if savouring your attention.
His black boxers follow suit, each article of clothing placed neatly on the countertop.
As he finally turns to face you, his body completely bare, a familiar warmth creeps up your cheeks and ears and you can’t help slightly rubbing your thighs together.
Despite the many times you’ve seen him like this, the sight of his naked body still sends a wave of heat that flushes your skin and travels down your legs.
A playful curve tugs at each end of his lips, “Enjoying yourself?” he teases.
“Hmm,” You grumble jokingly, “I guess that was almost worth the wait.” You bite back a grin, trying to hide your amusement.
Xavier chuckles softly at your playful retort, moving toward you—far too slow for your liking. His arousal is unmistakable, length slightly hardened and rosy at the tip.
He steps into the bathtub when he reaches you, settling down across from you.
“Turn around, baby,” you mutter, and Xavier complies swiftly. He shifts his body slowly until his back faces you. The water stills after you move closer, straddling him with each thigh on either side of his hips, pulling him gently toward you.
Your hands find a place on his broad shoulders, pruny fingers pressing into the muscles of his back, working their way into his tense spots with careful, soothing pressure.
A soft groan escapes Xavier’s lips at your touch, his head tipping forward slightly. “Feels good,” he murmurs, “I like this,” a hint of pleasure threads through his words as he leans into your hands.
Xavier’s hand reaches for your ankle, sensually rubbing his hand in a vertical motion to soothe you as you massage him.
You feel his hand move from your ankle, sliding up the length of your calf, his fingers tracing small circles that mirror your movements on his back.
Your thumbs continue to work in slow, soothing circles on his skin, applying enough pressure to relieve him of any sores.
The intimacy of the moment feels almost euphoric—the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips, the gentle caress of his hand on your ankle, and the way you can hear his low groans with each press to his back.
After a while, you pause, resting your cheek against the curve of his neck and shoulder.
The steady rise and fall of his breath lulls you, your ear pressed to his back, listening to the soft, comforting rumble of his breathing. His hand continues to draw soothing patterns on your calf beneath the water.
“Y/n,” he murmurs, his voice vibrating through his chest beneath your ear.
You close your eyes against his skin, “Stay,” you whisper softly, “You’re so warm Xavier, and the water is getting cold.”
He lets out a low chuckle before speaking again, and you can feel the rise and fall of it beneath your cheek, “You gonna fall asleep on me, my star?”
“Why? You have something else I can do?” Both of you know full well you’re teasing him. You let your hands trail around Xavier’s waist to hold him closer, pressing your body onto his.
“I have a couple things in mind…”
He lets out a shallow breath as your fingers trace the firm lines of his abdomen, feeling his muscles tense under your touch.
You lift your head off of his back.
You wait a moment longer before your fingers slowly make their way down to his pelvis, tracing the lines of his body until they finally reach his hardened length.
“Baby…” he lets out a short breath, leaning into you.
Without hesitation, you wrap your smaller hand around the tip of his cock, giving slow, teasing rubs against it—once, twice—before Xavier’s soft groans begin to fill the room.
As your fingers play lightly over his tip, Xavier jolts slightly before shifting his body. His hand slides down from your calf, trailing along your wet skin before gently reaching for your hand, bigger fingers wrapping around yours, removing them from his cock.
With a swift, deliberate motion, his hands find the edges of the bathtub, and he turns his body in the water.
Before you can react, his hands catch the sides of your waist, effortlessly lifting you onto his lap and drawing you against him with a firm pull.
The lukewarm water sloshes dangerously under both of you, and most of it spills from the edges of the tub due to his unrestrained movements.
You gasp as the heat of his skin melds against yours, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your palms as you steady yourself against his chest with your hands.
Each of your thighs cradle his hips, his knees bent against your back to keep you locked in place.
You don’t have time to process the situation before Xavier’s mouth is already on the swell of your breast, lips enclosing around your nipple.
You recoil at the feeling instinctively, but his hands on your waist keep you still, and as he continues, your wet fingers thread into his soft hair, gripping tightly.
“X-Xavier…” your mind fuzzes at the feeling, head falling back. The hardness of his length presses into your abdomen as you arch into his body.
A string of soft, breathless moans escapes your lips as his teeth gently graze your nipple, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through your chest.
His hand moves up, fingertips grazing your skin before finding your other breast, fingers deftly circling and teasing the sensitive bud.
Each flick of his tongue, each playful nip of his teeth, pulls another carnal sound from deep within you, making your hips roll forward on their own accord, pressing harder against his length, “Xavier—nghh…”
One of your hands reaches down for his length, but he notices before you can reach and guides it back to his shoulder. “Patience,” his lips kiss against your tender breast, “starlight.”
The water ripples beneath you with each movement, sloshing onto the bathroom floor.
It’s overwhelming. Xavier is lapping at your nipple, sucking as if it’s something that can quench something within him.
Pleasure pulses through you, and your clit throbs with need as you clench around nothing.
Xavier’s hand trails down your back, fingers sliding over the curve of your ass before gripping firmly, fingers digging into the soft flesh.
His lips reluctantly leave your breast as he looks up, his hooded eyes fixed on your face, drinking in the sight of your blissed-out expression.
After years of intercourse with your fiancé, you have never truly gotten over the look he gives you when he looks up at you lustfully—pupils completely dilated, mouth ajar, breathing unevenly like you’re the salvation to his thirst.
The room is silent save for your frantic breathing and the water’s continuous Slosh! Slosh! Slosh! His eyes return to your breasts in front of his face, his other hand kneading your ass.
“They’re so soft… Fuuuuck.” He licks sensually at your nipple before softly biting down and releasing.
You let out a mewl before staring down at your fiancé’s fixated expression on your boobs again, “Wanna fill these up with milk…”
You grin in response at his plea, “Fill me up then.”
At that, Xavier’s fingers quickly leave the curve of your ass, lingering for a moment as they graze over the soft skin of your hips.
His touch is deliberate as his fingers slide lower, tracing the slick warmth between your thighs.
A soft sigh escapes your lips when his hand finally reaches your cunt, his fingertips gently brushing over your folds, sending a shiver up your spine.
Without a word, Xavier leans in closer, his breath hot against your skin, causing your body to tense in anticipation. He gently nudges you towards him, guiding you to lean closer, skin touching his.
You notice his lips are wet, glistening in the dim light.
Slowly, he lifts your hips, positioning you just above his hardened length, teasingly aligning your entrance with the tip of his cock—you feel the difference in texture of his slick pre-cum and the water, unmistakably revealing his arousal.
“Do you feel that, hmm?” He murmurs, looking up at you.
You whine in annoyance. Your chest arches against his and your hips wiggle desperately for more friction, but he doesn’t give in.
“You’re the worst, Xavi.”
He chuckles, “Yeah, Xavier is the worst. I know.” He breathes heavily against your skin, kissing your chest, “Just wait a little bit, okay? I’ll give you what you want, baby.”
You groan disappointedly at his response before he lifts you gently off the tip of his length, “Turn around.”
He guides you as you turn around, your back leaning against his chest, your head nestled in the crook of his neck and shoulder. His length presses firmly against your lower back, causing your heartbeat to pick up in anticipation.
His left hand grips your boob as his right trails to your legs, fingertips pruney from the bath, guiding you to open your tightly shut thighs.
By now, the lukewarm bathwater has receded significantly, barely covering the upper curve of your stomach from Xavier’s earlier stunts.
A bead of sweat wells on your forehead as he continues tracing around your inner thighs.
Goosebumps prickle your skin when he starts teasing your inner thigh with fluttering touches, and you let out huffs of annoyance when he pulls away again and again—not quite giving you what you want.
A sharp breath escapes your lips when Xavier’s hand finally trails from your inner thigh down to your clit, rubbing his fingers up and down teasingly. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Haaaahh, yes! Yes, Xavi…”
You dig your nails into his arms, and when your breath becomes uneven, he fastens his pace—rubbing circles with his middle finger—while taking in your small whines.
Xavier is panting unevenly against your skin, his warm breath making your hips shudder involuntarily beneath him.
A pleasurable ache starts to pool low in your belly as you close your eyes in bliss, head pressing firmly against the dip of his neck.
The water sways as you arch against his chest when he moves to your soaking hole, prodding at it with his fingers while gently kneading your boob with his other hand.
“Xavier, f-fuck!” Your mouth goes slack when two of his fingers push inside, his thumb flicking at your clit. Xavier’s cock twitches angrily against your lower back at your noises, his heartbeat rapid against your ribs.
He doesn’t move right away—he stays there for a beat, buried to the second knuckle while his thumb rolls obscenely over your bud.
You pulse around him, clenching desperately, and he lets out a soft grunt against your shoulder.
“Relax,” he whispers, the word brushing against your skin. He nips at your neck as his fingers are still buried inside of you, and you clutch his thigh instinctively to ground yourself.
“That’s it,” He exhales harshly, “God, so pretty.”
He groans behind you, breathing hot on your neck, his fingers flexing as he starts to move. His thumb against your clit doesn’t stop for a second.
“You’re so warm, starlight.” He murmurs. “I was thinking of you on my mission. Were you waiting for this all day?”
“Mmmmh, Xavi…” You can’t help your incoherent whines and babbles as Xavier continues to rub sensually against your aching bud, fingertips sunk deep between your folds—pushing in and out and curling just right.
“Hmm?” He prompts softly, “Answer me.”
When he doesn’t get a clear response from you, Xavier simply stops. His fingers sliiiiiide right out slowly, leaving you empty and aching.
You let out a whine and your eyes flicker open to reach for his hand in desperation, forcibly guiding his hand back down to your hole. You glare up at him as you do so, and he chuckles in amusement before speaking.
“You’re needy tonight, aren’t you?” The accusation lacks any real bite to it though.
Xavier notes the way your lashes flutter slowly as you blink up at him, his skin prickling at the sight. You keep moving his hand against your pussy, rubbing it against yourself like you can’t wait another second—rutting yourself against him.
“Yes,” You gasp sinfully. “Been waiting for this all—hnngh—night, Xavi, don’t fucking stop…”
“Fuck,” he mutters, voice strained. You swear you feel his cock twitch at your words, “Y/n, you’re driving me insane.”
He gives in, prodding at your hole again and dipping his fingers back inside you. The water manages to muffle the obscene sounds, but the sensation is impossible to escape—you feel everything.
You’re still holding eye contact with him when he starts rolling the bud of your nipple with his fingers, “Xavi,” you blink, “You think—aaaah—we could do this more often?”
You don’t know whether it’s the bliss that’s causing you to see things, but you swear Xavier’s eyes darken at your words before he grins.
“Sex more often?” He asks lightly.
“You’re going to break my dick, starlight.” He says it with that infuriatingly innocent look on his face, all soft eyes and affection, and you swear anyone else watching the scene could dub the moment as wholesome if not for the way his fingers are curling inside you, his thumb working your clit.
“No- oooh… there, Xavier…” you gasp, eyes squeezing shut when he hits the right spot with his fingers, “Keep going.”
“Where?” He teases, “Here?”
He relishes the way your folds squeeze against his fingers the faster he teases your clit.
Your body trembles in ecstasy, leaning back into him, rocking your hips against his hand to chase the feeling, “I mean- in the bathtub—fuuuuck…”
His breath stutters, and you can hear the lewd way he swallows harshly at your words, “You’re so dirty…”
“Should’ve told me you liked this so much,” He murmurs, voice low and rough.
He withdraws his fingers from your cunt before pushing back in roughly, “Would’ve done this sooner for you, baby.”
A breathy moan slips free from your lips as his other hand slides to your waist, anchoring you there.
The steadiness of his grip contrasts with the way he keeps you right on the edge, patient in a way that feels almost cruel now that you’re so close.
Xavier leans in, pressing his lips to the curve where your neck meets your shoulder, eyes closing as he kisses you there rough. His mouth lingers, sucking the blood up to your skin and claiming you as you approach your high.
“Swallowing me so good. Am I the worst now, baby?” Xavier whispers, his other hand reaching for your boobs, his thumb and pointer rolling your nipple teasingly.
You arch your back against him again at the feeling, eyes closing shut in pleasure. “So fucking pretty,” His hand grips your breast, and then his pointer finger starts flicking overwhelmingly against the bud of your nipple as he speeds up for you.
“Cum on my fingers, Y/n, please… Need to see you cum, please baby.”
At this, you grip his arm harder, “Feels s-so good, Xavi, keep going!”
He knows you’re close with the way your words start to fall apart, dissolving into broken sounds. Your hips lose their rhythm too, stuttering against his as if your body can’t decide whether to pull away or beg for more.
You start chanting his name over and over, and the tension coils tighter and tighter, heat spreading until...
“Oh my goooooood… Xavier!”
Your mouth goes slack as you climax, a filthy moan leaves your lips—folds clamping around his fingers so tight he thinks it might cut the circulation there—and your fiancé continues to stare at your blissed-out expression while riding out your high.
“There she is… So fucking pretty.” The sight of your orgasm alone makes Xavier think he might just cum on the spot.
“Juuuust like that, starlight…” He breathlessly groans. You cling to him with both hands, and the world seems to narrow down to nothing but the way he talks you through it.
Your mouth lets out a soft, helpless sound as the release finally washes away, leaving you boneless and light.
Xavier swears his dick gets even harder—if it’s even humanly possible—as he continues staring at you.
You feel him press closer as the grip against your chest relents, his face burying into your neck, lips tracing warm, lingering kisses and marks.
“Shit,” You breathlessly chuckle, and Xavier smiles against your skin before pulling his fingers out of you, his other arm wrapping firmly around your body.
“Felt good?” He asks you, mouth pressed against the crevice of your neck. His fingers rub softly against your folds reassuringly before he pulls away and brings them to his lips for a taste.
Having recovered from your high, you discard the hand that’s holding your waist and turn your body to face him. The water is cold and significantly receded by now, but neither you nor your fiancé seem to notice.
Xavier is absentmindedly sucking on the fingers that were just inside of you when your eyes meet his, and the sight sends a fresh wave of heat through you.
You swear you’re going to combust if you don’t get your hands on him this instant.
Without a word, you catch his hand and pull it away from his mouth with a pop! and tug him out of the bathtub after you.
“Baby, where are we going?” He trails behind like a lost dog as you guide him with a hand wrapped around his wrist.
The floor is slick beneath your feet as you step out of the tub, the previous activities evident in the trail of water droplets you leave behind as you trudge to the bedroom. Xavier follows without protest, damp and curious.
You guide him into the bedroom and gently nudge him down onto the edge of the bed. He looks down at you, hair still dripping and expression soft with confusion.
“The bed? But we’re both completely soaked, baby…” Damp strands of hair cling to his forehead, droplets tracing the slope of his neck before disappearing down the chest you’ve been shamelessly staring at for the past few seconds.
“You talk too much, Xavi.” You press both hands against his firm chest and guide him backwards until the mattress dips beneath his weight. You finally get down on your knees.
His cock throbs as you manhandle him, and you push your wet hair back before you’re licking your lips and bringing your hands to his thighs to guide your mouth to his long, hardened cock.
“Y/n… Wanna make you feel good,” Xavier coos. Here he goes again, you think.
Xavier will try to brush off your advances whenever you decide it’s his turn to be pleasured.
He’s hopelessly generous that way, but unfortunately for him, you’re feeling hopelessly stubborn tonight.
He cups your face gently, ushering you to stop, “Thank you, baby, but maybe next time.”
“You said that the other times,” You swat his hands away from your face lightly, and without a second thought, your lips wrap right around his pink tip with an obscenely wet slurp!
Xavier jolts at the feeling before he’s threading his fingers into your moist hair with a choked moan and letting his head fall back slightly.
You let your tongue swirl roooooound and roooooound as you tease his tip.
You withdraw from his tip for a second to slide your tongue on the underside of his shaft, all the way up to his frenulum, leaving wet kisses before finally sucking him in again.
Your hands find their way to the base of his cock where your mouth won’t suffice, and you’re desperately trying to relax your throat as you sink your mouth deeper down on his dick.
“Oh, fuck,” Your fiancé finally looks down at you to drink in the sight.
You’re kneeled beneath him, body still soaked from the tub, and looking right up at him, head bobbing slowly—up, down, up, down—while your hands fondle his balls.
Xavier is drowning in pleasure, “Haaaah, pretty girl,” He starts fucking up into your mouth with shallow thrusts and you feel tears welling up in your eyes at the sensation at the back of your throat.
Your nails dig into the muscle of his thighs for support as he continues.
“S-sorry baby…” He pants out, “You’re just- making me feel—so- haaaahh.” Tears spill down your cheeks as you take him deeper and hollow out your cheeks in protest. You want your fiancé to fuck into your mouth harder.
Xavier’s jaw goes slack at the feeling, eyes still trained on yours, “Fuck…” A choked moan leaves his lips, “Taking me so well, starlight…”
You watch the way his eyebrows curl in pleasure and his mouth contorts as he lets out his breathy sounds.
You’ll never get bored of watching your fiancé like this.
You pump vigorously with your hands where your mouth doesn’t suffice, fondling your fiancé’s balls simultaneously.
He continues to fuck up into your mouth in small, controlled thrusts, trying not to hurt you in the process.
A few tears slip past your eyes when you almost gag at a particularly harsh thrust, “M’sorry, shit- sorry starlight…”
“Mmmmgh fuck,” Xavier’s head tips back again, and you watch from your position on the floor as water droplets from his damp hair trail slowly down his Adam’s apple and make their way down his collarbone and then finally to his tensed abs.
The sight makes you clench around nothing, and you let a muffled moan leave your swollen lips while you’re taking him.
The vibrations from your moan almost send him over the edge. Xavier isn’t going to last long if you’re enjoying this as much as he is.
“Don’t! Y/n, fuck… don’t do that,” He looks down at you and he’s met with those big doe eyes again, “You’re gonna make me cum.”
“Mmmfghh…” You do it again.
His whole body is trembling now, fingers tightening in your hair as he desperately tries to keep himself from spilling over the edge. “Baby s-stop! m’gonna cum…”
“M’gonna cum- starlight,” Xavier cups your face with one hand and pulls your hands off his cock with the other. You let out a whine in protest before your lips leave his tip with a lewd pop!
You look up at him in annoyance before he swipes a finger to wipe the drool on your chin, “Wanna cum inside you… Please, starlight.”
A shiver races down your spine as you push yourself up from the floor.
Something trails down the inside of your thighs as you stand—water, slick, you can’t tell anymore, but your pussy sure feels bare and empty right about now.
“Then fuck me.” The words leave your lips as you look down at the man seated before you.
Xavier barely has time to process your pretty figure in front of him before you’re urging him further onto the bed messily.
His back meets the headboard with a soft thud as you crawl toward him, your gaze fixed on him with such intensity it makes his breath catch.
You’re straddling him now, your thighs on either side of his hips, chest in front of his face. Your fiancé nuzzles his face into your stomach before trailing kisses and marks up your chest.
“I’m yours,” He sighs into your damp skin, “Use me.”
You pant above him, equal parts breathless and amused by the way you have complete control over the man in front of you. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve found yourselves tangled together like this, Xavier always gives himself over so completely.
There’s always reassurance in the midst of it all—that despite your fiance’s strength and the composure he carries so insouciantly outside these walls, he’ll willingly place himself at your mercy.
He loves it, and it’s embarrassingly uncouth in a way. But Xavier can’t help but feel as though his sole purpose in tender moments like these is to make you feel good, to chase every sigh, every moan from your lips. To let you know just how in love he truly is.
He looks ruined from his spot underneath you—wet hair clinging to his forehead, the tips of his ears red, and his eyes glossed over with pleasure.
You stare at him a moment too long as he laps at your stomach tenderly, mewls escaping your lips when he sucks the skin there.
There’s no doubt your entire body will be littered in purple marks tomorrow morning.
You’re mesmerised at the man unravelling below you.
The haze in your mind only deepens as you lean down, fingertips brushing against his cheek to guide his attention back to you. “You’re so good to me, Xavi…” you whisper.
You’re leaning in now and sitting on his lap, your bare breasts pressing flat against his chest, eyes fluttering shut when your lips meet.
Xavier’s hands settle at your waist, grounding and possessive.
He groans into your mouth when he pushes his tongue in, your tongue swirling over his in tandem. Your fiancé pulls away in short gasps, “Only…” Smack! “Haaa, for you”.
Before you know it, he’s reaching down for his cock as the two of you make out, aligning his length down to your entrance before you respond by sinking yourself down slowly with a squelch.
The stretch is juuuuust right, and as you take him inch by inch, you’re both moaning into each other’s mouths desperately.
“Haaaah- fuuuuck, s’tight.” Xavier pulls away from the kiss for a second. His hands grip tighter against the skin of your hips, and you pull away from the kiss completely to let out the sounds welling up in your chest.
“S’deep, shit…” Your hands find themselves on his broad shoulders as you bring yourself to a stop for a second, your head buried in the crook of his neck when he finally bottoms out in you, “Xavier… Feels hah, s’full."
He kisses your neck, “I’m right here,” another tender kiss to your skin, “I’m not going anywhere, baby.”
When you finally open your eyes again, Xavier’s head is dipped down, silver hair brushing against your naked shoulder. Shit, he’s observing the sight below him—your pussy enveloping his cock.
At that, you start moving.
He helps you roll your hips slowly with his hands on either side of your hips, grunting and groaning in the process as he continues staring at where the two of you connect—the way your folds suck him in perfectly and the way his length just disappears as you bounce up and down.
Xavier wants to live in this moment forever.
He wants to stare at the two of you connected like this all day. It’s a sight he needs to tattoo permanently into his mind.
You let out a faint, breathless whine into his shoulder, “Fill me up, Xav, f-fill me up.”
“Gonna fill you up so good,” Xavier whines, “So good baby- sosososo good…” And he’s already trailing a hand to your clit to stimulate you some more.
When you clamp around him tighter as he does so, his toes curl and he swears he’s ascending in the moment.
He’s moving in tandem with you now, hammering into your pussy open like he does best, soaking the sheets underneath you some more.
He starts flicking your clit with his middle finger, and you let out a lewd moan of his name before throwing your head back—eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed, and pussy gushing your slick onto his dick.
He’s watching you fuck yourself on him with his mouth wide open, jaw slack, and dick painfully hard as he teases your bud with his fingers.
You clench around him tighter, toes curling in pleasure, “H-haaaah, Xavi… Faster!”
He’s holding you against him now, one hand on your head and one hooked on your thigh to swiftly flip the two of you so that you’re under him—it’s the only way he’ll be able to speed up for you.
Your head is pressed against your pillow, legs spread wide around his waist as he thrusts into you—again and again—like a man fucking feral.
You’re crying out every other thrust, and Xavier moves his hand to your clit again in between deep grunts to stimulate you some more, rolling it between his knuckles gently.
You bring a hand to his hair, pulling on his damp locks just enough that it’ll feel good for him, and it’s not long until Xavier is asking you to pull harder.
“Xavi!” Thrust! “Xavier,” Thrust! “cum inside-” Thrust! “of me, Xav,” Thrust!
“That’s it, keep saying my name like that…” The pleasure is blissful, and the only sounds emitting from the room are your tangled moans and the Plap! Plap! Plap! of his warm skin hitting yours, hips bucking into the wet mattress again and again.
Every now and then, your nipples will brush against his skin as you arch against your fiancé while he moves, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine.
“Take it,” He breathes into your ear, words accompanied by a strangled groan. His breath tickles your ear, but you can barely register the feeling with the way your fiancé is fucking into you, “G-gonna cum in you, make you—mmmggfh—a mama…”
“Please! please… Inside, Xavier…” You cry out, arching off the bed, breasts planted flat against his sculpted chest with how much you’re arching into him.
“Take it,” He pants again, “Fuuuuucking take it…” His voice is as low as it gets by now.
He’s bottoming out every thrust now, base to tip, loud squelches filling up the room with every push inside of you.
Your pussy is convulsing, and you’re already babbling his name incoherently under your breath again before you can tell him you’re coming.
Your body spasms under his as your orgasm finds itself to you, folds fluttering against his dick, thighs shaking around him.
You grip onto his hair even tighter, pulling so hard Xavier mewls into your ear, “Haaaahhh- gooooood girl…”
Xavier lifts his head and watches you convulse under him, his own high approaching rapidly with the way you’re moaning his name in pleasure. “Oh, fuck, you’re so pretty…”
You dig your nails into his back, and Xavier is finally losing control of his thrusts as he rides out your climax, hands beside your head now as he continues to stare at your fucked-out expression.
Your fiancé starts fucking into you rapidly before he’s coming right after you, head dipping down to your neck as he rides it out.
He feels the way you clamp your legs tight around his hips as he spurts white cum—as if you’re making sure he spills all of him into you.
“F-fuck! Y/n,” He says in a broken groan, “Y/n, I love you- IloveyouIloveyou…”
“I love you more, Xavier…” You hold his neck, “Love you more-”
Xavier’s seed fills your walls as he rolls his hips languidly to bury it deep inside.
Your hands run up to his hair at the warm feeling, tangling your fingers with his ash blond strands as he fucks his cum into you—both of your eyes tightly closed.
He laughs low against your lips when the both of you open your eyes from your highs, and he presses a kiss to your cheek before he collapses into the mattress in a tangled heap, landing heavily on top of you. The impact knocks the wind out of your lungs.
For a moment, all you can do is lie there beneath him, your limbs stubbornly refusing to cooperate.
Whether the dizziness in your head is from your orgasm or the fact that Xavier is currently crushing you with his body weight, you’re not too sure.
Before you can protest properly, Xavier is already getting up from his position on top of you in a sudden flurry, crawling awkwardly down to your pussy.
Heat rushes to your face the moment you realise what he’s doing.
Your fiancé has you feeling shy again when he starts inspecting your filled hole, “Xavier,” you groan in protest, immediately trying to pull your legs together.
“Let me see, starlight,” He whines, looking up at you with those pleading eyes as he brings his other hand to your knee to open your legs up for him.
“Embarrassing,” you huff, turning your head away from him. A soft laugh escapes his lips, “You’re never embarrassing.”
He presses a kiss to your knee, then another. “Come on,” he murmurs, affection dripping from every word, “just for a second,” he pleads, and by now, Xavier is actively trying to pry your legs open.
Mischief floods your mind, “Beg me.”
Before you can say anything else, Xavier sits up and collapses on top of you once again, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your shoulder.
The heavy impact draws another grunt from you, accompanied by squirming and giggles.
“You wanna torture me, huh?” he mutters against your sweaty skin.
A warm smile spreads across your face as you card your fingers through his damp hair.
“Maybe.” He huffs dramatically at your response, though you know there’s no real annoyance behind it.
“You love it, though. Right?”
“I do,” Xavier whines, admitting far too quickly, “Fuck. Yes, I do…”
He presses a kiss to your collar, then another to your jaw.
A warm smile adorns both of your lips when he stops to look at you, “Then c’mon Xavi, I know you can be more eager than that.”
“Fine,” He huffs, before landing a wet kiss onto your cheek. Xavier trails down your neck, landing gentle kisses before speaking. “Please, Y/n…” He begs between wet kisses, “Wanna see you… Please… Please…”
He’s already made his way down to your lower abdomen, so you reluctantly give in, parting your legs at his resolute request. He just lies there dumbfounded at the sight.
Your folds are slightly swollen, clitorous still pulsing from your orgasm just before, your hole leaking his sticky cum onto the wet bedsheets below.
When he brings a curious finger to swipe at your clit, you clench and unclench at the feeling, still sensitive.
“Xavi, d-don’t look at me like that,” you complain, but Xavier continues watching the white seep out from inside as he flicks his finger to watch your folds flutter again.
Your fiancé is already fucking hard again.
There’s only one thing left to do, he thinks. “I’m gonna fuck it right back in, ‘kay baby?”
“Xavi, what’re you… Wait! o-oh my god,” Your breath hitches—bringing a hand to your mouth to stop yourself from crying out loudly at the sudden feeling.
You feel your fiancé lick a loooooong stripe from your hole, all the way up your vulva, and finally, to your clit.
Your entire body feels like it’s going to implode when Xavier starts teasing at your clit with his tongue, flicking it lightly while holding your folds open with two fingers.
His other hand lands on your underthigh, skin soft under his palm—gripping firmly to ground himself.
Xavier moans at the taste of your juices mixed together, and he plants the tip of his tongue flat on your vulva, lapping upwards to your clit.
“Always taste so fucking good,” His warm breath fans your pussy, “Gonna fuck it right in… mmmfgh-”
You lift a hand to cover your mouth when he starts trailing down to your hole with his tongue, his other hand replacing where his tongue once was, thumb rubbing circles on your clit.
You jolt at the feeling of his tongue being pushed inside of you with a wet, sticky sound, gripping the sheets beside you tightly as Xavier fucks his tongue into your pussy.
“X-xavier-” You gasp, thighs twitching either side of his head as you struggle to keep your legs open for him.
Xavier plants his hand to your thigh firmly before spreading your legs apart while eating you out, holding you still as your hips squirm under him.
“Xavi, keep going… Making me feel so good- m’gonna- gonna…” You’re incoherently chanting his name again, fucking your hips up into his face as he buries his tongue in and out.
You’re squirming on the bed now, back arching, boobs bouncing with the way you’re fucking your hips into his tongue mercilessly.
Your clit feels like it’s going to explode under his fingertips. “Aaah—mmmngghh-”
“Fuck-fuckfuckfuck, Xavi!” You feel the bed rocking underneath you, walls closing in, thighs twitching like crazy as you finally reach your high.
A hand flies up to Xavier’s silver hair to ground yourself as you greet the stars from behind your closed eyelids.
Xavier’s eyes close shut between your thighs at the feeling of your pussy squeezing around his tongue, hand squeezing your thigh so fucking tight.
You let out your moans and mewls of his name at the feeling of complete ecstasy, letting your fiance fuck you through it.
When your third orgasm finally washes over you, you catch your breath before lifting yourself up slowly with your arms, wanting to look at him properly.
Xavier is already sitting up too, though something else has his attention, his head dipped down to look below him…
Your eyes drift down to his- Wait, is that his cum all over his abdomen?
“Xavi, shit, did you just cum with me?”
