yeji ୨୧

What has he gotten himself into now?

Confusion clouds your face as you crane your head to survey the building in the N109 Zone. The site is home to a gorgeous, sleek hotel, extending so high into the mist that you struggle to see the end of. Even at one in the morning, clientele bustled in and out, valeted and protected by tattooed doormen.

Nothing seems amiss, yet.

Xavier had messaged you over a secure line in the dead of night, jolting you out of sleep. Despite your continued insistence, he only ever used this line in an emergency, so loathe as he was to ever ask for your help.

[00:21] Xavier: need u here [00:21] Xavier: bring a weapon [00:22] Xavier: sending coordinates to ur watch That was approximately 30 minutes ago. Even with a ton of illegal shortcuts and blowing past the speed limit out of Linkon, the longer it took for you to get to his coordinates, the higher your anxiety spiked.

Before you could finish scouting the exterior, your watch buzzes, notifying you of another message.

[01:01] Xavier: floor 52 suite 1 [01:01] Xavier: tell doorman ur with christian The name "Christian" seems to carry significant weight, as the doorman's posture stiffens ever so slightly. His face remains professionally impassive however, as he opens the door for you with a nod. Thankfully, you're alone in the elevator, giving you some extra time to check your guns as your foot taps nervously.

What was going on? What help could Xavier possibly need? There didn't appear to be anything out of the ordinary throughout your walk from your bike to the elevators. Is Xavier alright? Is he--

The soft ding of the elevator cuts your thoughts short, and you pop into a practiced crouch, checking the corners quickly before making your way to the door of the suite. The Association would never pay for something extravagant like this, especially not in the N109 Zone. What was Xavier doing? Your watch interrupts you again with more instructions.

[01:05] Xavier: room is clear but be careful of windows Potential snipers?? Your heart catches in your throat. [01:05] Xavier: layouts weird ur gonna need to crawl [01:05] Xavier: im in bathroom The door opens without a sound. The foyer of the suite is a mess, a chair upturned in the hallway, lamps knocked over, and what appear to be clear signs of a scuffle. Although you can't make out any bullet holes, a distinct metallic scent lingers in the air.

But there is no sign of Xavier or whoever might've been messing with him. The glare from an outside light reminds you to quickly lower yourself to the ground. You gingerly make your way forward on your forearms towards the sound of running water. "Xavier?" you call out. His voice is hardly recognizable, raspy with fatigue and adrenaline. You can barely hear it over the sound of water running. "In here." The bathroom has thankfully seen a better night. Xavier cuts a dark figure in the bathtub, water running, gun in hand, the red lights of the N109 Zone cutting across his face, illuminating the blood on his cheek. He seems to be breathing hard, nostrils flaring with each jagged breath. The glow from the window also shines on the bloodied bandages on his wrist. He's injured and judging from the murkiness of the water, the wound seems to be bleeding still. You take a hesitant step forward after drawing yourself up. "Xavier are you---?"

The metallic click of the gun's safety being turned off makes your blood run cold. He reaches over to turn off the faucet before turning to you, a flicker of irritation at having to repeat himself.

"Didn't I tell you to crawl?"

It's all you can do to not to just gape at him.

“Xavier what the hell—"

Xavier says nothing, raising a finger to his lips. Instantly the words on the tip of your tongue die. He sits back against the wall of the tub, draping his arms over the edge, a lazy self-assured posture, pinning you down with his gaze, beckoning you forward with gun in hand.

In that moment, you understand where this night will go. The air itself seems to become electric, you feel something heavy starting to gather, and your thoughts start to narrow.

Only Xavier could pull off looking intimidating fully dressed and soaking wet. It’s infuriating how well power suits him, how easily he wears it, second nature becoming of a prince. No, it would be infuriating if it weren’t also an incredible turn-on.

Your heart begins to race for an entirely different reason as you get back on your hands and knees, understanding his unspoken demand. Even from across the room, you can see his lips quirk up. Xavier's good at many things, but he's never been good at hiding just how much he loves when you're obedient.

Early on, the two of you had discovered that crawling put you in a really…pliable mindset. It quickly became one of Xavier’s favorite method to start scenes; all he had to do was get your attention and point to the ground. Something about being on your hands and knees made you incredibly flustered, cheeks aflame with humiliation each time. Humiliation that you so clearly got off on. And it’s working its magic again as you make your way to him. Taking care to move in a way you know he likes, no, expects. A sideways glance at the mirror confirms the desire you feel stirring inside you is also clearly evident on your face.

Xavier doesn’t even have to say or do anything, and you’re already halfway there, eyes half-lidded, lips parted with want as you come to a stop in front of him. The baser part of you wants to get right into it and fuck him in the tub and the half-formed thought alone makes you even wetter.

You look up at him expectantly, knowing better than to speak unless spoken to.

Xavier lets the silence stretch, deliberately staring, eyes gliding over your form, lingering on his favorite curves. He leans forward, unbothered by neither his wounds nor his attire, greeting you with a soft kiss, a small reward for obedience before his free hand suddenly grips your face. Brilliant blue eyes stare down at you, gaze softly imploring, searching you for any signs of discomfort. It's such a contrast from what he's doing to you, face held just tight enough to be uncomfortable, lording over you as you whimper in his grasp. It makes your heart flutter with perverse glee, the knowledge that you're getting something really, really good makes you dizzy with the possibilities.

It's going to be a long night.

As long as you're good for him, he will use you exactly as you both need.

On cue, your body relaxes in his grip, tension melting away. He closes his inquiry with another kiss, this time more intense, parting your lips with his tongue, getting you sloppy before he draws back just a little, eyes now dark with desire and unmistakable glee.

You already know he’s going to ask for something very wrong. Something the two of you have discussed vaguely, in passing. There’s no way Xavier would bring you all the way out here to the N109 Zone for anything less. It's apparent in the elaborate set up, in his contemplative gaze, like he's turning over the possibilities in his mind, still unsure if he'll actually go through with it.

As he ponders, Xavier's thumb sweeps a gentle arc across your face, and you open your mouth ever so slightly to suck on it. The movement seems to snap him out of his reverie. Dark blue eyes narrow as you swirl your tongue around his finger; he blinks, once, twice, and you know he's made a decision.

Xavier stands up to full height, looming over you. His voice is honeyed, almost innocent in spite of the filth clearly coming your way.

“My gun is dirty. Clean it for me?”

He slides the metal up your inner thigh. Even through the fabric of your uniform, you can tell the barrel is still a little warm. The knowledge that he used it-- quite possibly to harm someone-- just before you got there fills you with a potent mixture of fear and desire.

Lesser men assume that power is wielded with loud, forceful proclamations, through imposing your will with others, demanding submission.

Those who are familiar with it however, know otherwise.

That there is no greater rush than willing surrender, freely given. Crossing the line between socially acceptable mores and behavior most would consider a great offense, together, hand in hand. You had always kept that part of you secret, struggling at times to accept that the needs you wanted sexually were a part of you, just like your job as a Hunter, just like how you like your tea with no sugar.

All of that was and is, an intrinsic part of you. That for the right person, you would place all your trust and safety in their hands. That for the right person, you would crawl.

That person is Xavier, the prince of your world.

Your body is screaming at you, letting you know that a working gun is currently making its way up, up, up your thighs. Xavier holds your gaze the entire time, letting himself luxuriate in the panic on your face, breathing it in deeply like he can't get enough. A part of him used to think that he shouldn't want something like this, that he shouldn't want to see you kneeling at his feet, hanging on to his every word. It took him years to accept that dark desires he harbored were an intrinsic part of him. That for the right person, he could wield power. That he would crawl to fulfill your every need, to fulfill the trust you placed in him.

That person is you, his brilliant shining star.

"You look beautiful like this," Xavier whispers in your ear. You turn your face towards him, preening with pleasure at his words before he slides the length of the barrel over your clothed pussy, just so, as if acclimating it to your body.

He seals his lips over yours, free hand moving down to pull your hips forward, nudging the gun as close to you as physically possible, the metal unforgiving against you.

Desire makes his voice rough. "Ride it."

You always react the same way in these scenes, Xavier notes. Your eyes become slightly unfocused, tension drains from your body, a look of pure adoration and relief directed only at him. He always watches like it's the first time. It makes the hair on the back of his neck rise knowing that this version of you is only ever for him.

The least he can do is indulge you in this state.

A nod, a soft 'okay', and you start to undress. Not content to watch you idly, Xavier cradles the back of your neck, kissing you with adrenaline-filled ferocity, gun insistently rubbing your clit through your pants. You give back as good as you can, fumbling over the buttons of your shirt, pulling your pants down before tossing them into a corner under the sink. Your breath catches as you pant his name, making contact with the barrel of the gun, rocking your hips back and forth.

A wicked plan starts to form as you reach down, gently grasping his wrist, maneuvering the gun in his hand until the barrel points up. Xavier lets out a groan, almost pained "Fuck--", as you line the barrel of the gun with your hole, and pull his wrist up.

The metal is unyielding, unlike anything you've taken in you before. A part of you knows that if it were anyone else, this would be worse than dangerous.

But it's Xavier.

The vulnerability of your position, the elaborate games you two play, the sides of each other that only exist in private, the edge of safe and sane, all of that starts to obliterate your thoughts. There's nothing to ever be afraid of. Xavier loves you like this. He loves all of it. He wants all of it.

The mirror reflects an almost disbelieving look of awe as he watches the barrel of his gun disappear in and out of you. The gunmetal is so slick that there's almost no resistance, and you take it a little deeper each time, throwing your head back, riding the gun like it's an extension of Xavier himself.

He briefly flirts with the idea of unzipping his pants and taking you right then and there. His beautiful shining star, so eager, so trusting, so willing.

You arch your spine, pushing your hips back the moment he pushes forward, holding onto the back of his neck, letting the rhythmic motion work you higher.

It's not that the gun feels particularly different or better.

It's that Xavier is fucking you with his gun, and that you're letting him do it.

In fact, you clearly want it, pausing every so often to look back at him with hazy eyes, begging for more kisses, loud, uninhibited moans made louder by all the marble in the room. It's a testament to how deep your relationship has become as he marvels at how you move without an ounce of shame.

Good, he thinks. Shame has no business in our bed.

He contemplates making you finish on the gun--- he can almost see your face scrunched up in concentration, desperately trying to make such an inflexible object get you to completion. You would cum so pretty too, falling back on his chest, nipples hard in the cold air, beautiful sounds coming from your lips before asking for more in that sweet way you always do.

At the last second though, right as you're about to crescendo over, he pulls the pistol all the way out. You let out a gasp, eyes flying open, clenching desperately around nothing.

You whine, pressing up against him. Even when he's being cruel by denying you, you know better than to voice your disapproval out loud.

There are so many things Xavier loves about you, about this special thing you share, but your desire to please, to make him feel good, to submit to him above all-- he'll never get tired of it. With you, Xavier can be as selfish as he wants, can mold you in private to whatever he wants. You've given him the freedom to do so. The fact that you get off on it too? He knows he's the luckiest man alive. He'll be thinking about this night for the rest of his life. "Open." His pants feel incredibly tight, tighter still as he watches you plant a tender kiss right at the opening, wrapping your tongue around the barrel, mouth stretching open trying to accommodate the pistol. The way you bob your head up and down, treating the metal like Xavier's own cock, has him impossibly hard.

Forget ruling planets, galaxies— Xavier would easily give all that up, had in fact given it all up, to be able to have this kind of sway over you.

Nothing, nothing, not planets, not stars being born, not the creation of life itself could surpass the sight of you coming apart by his will and design.

"You really shouldn't let me do this to you," he murmurs, pupils wide. The pop of your lips as he pulls the gun out sounds just like when you're blowing him. You’re in so deep that you’re gazing at him like you’ve just seen him for the first time. An honest, naked adoration as you sink into mental bliss. The light of the moon feels like a spell trapping the both of you in this moment.

"I'm only going to get worse." he breaths against the shell of your ear. Xavier sounds almost mournful, "I'm only going to want more from you."

You turn your head to kiss his cheek.

"I want to give you more." you whisper a quiet confessional to your prince.

He steps out of the tub, extending his hand to you to, ever the gentleman, a chivalrous gesture, if it weren't for the fact that you're the only one naked and looking utterly debauched.

"Let me take you to bed."

Once out of the tub, he swoops you into his arms, carrying you bridal style out of the bathroom. Something about him still being fully dressed and sopping wet, shoes slightly squeaking, makes you giggle.

Xavier chuckles as well before gently lowering you onto the plush mattress. He makes quick work of his clothes, offering you the chance to catch your breath. Now that you have some more of your wits about you, you notice that aside from the upturned chair, and the lamp on the floor (which clearly Xavier just put there himself), the room is actually immaculate. "Can't believe you did all this so we could have disgusting sex."

He smiles, tucking a stray hair from your face. "You always said you wanted to be surprised. Is it to your liking?"

He already knows it is, his gun is clear evidence. He's just fishing for affirmation. You give it to him anyway.

You peer up at him from under your lashes, "It will be once you get me off, Daddy." Xavier sucks in a breath through his nose, ears turning bright red, like they always do. "What do you want?" he says softly, kissing up the column of your throat to your lips. He makes you say it out loud. Each and every time. All the better, he reasons, to let it sink it into your psyche, your subconscious. That he can be trusted with your pleasure, with knowing not only what you want but what you need.

The answer is always the same.

"Whatever Daddy wants," anticipation races down your spine as Xavier's gaze darkens. With monstrous strength, he pushes your thighs back, folding you in half. Pinning you down.

You're exactly where you want to be.

"Spread yourself for me."

"So wet..." he murmurs, rough pad of his finger circling your exposed clit, watching you clench, aching for more.

Without warning Xavier slides two of his fingers in. The stretch burns just right and you can't stop yourself from clenching down on him.

"It just went right in," he marvels as you throw your head back among the pillows at the sudden sensation. "Did you want it that badly princess?"

It's a rhetorical question, you know he's not expecting answers. Not with the way he suddenly crooks his fingers, bringing you back to the edge of the orgasm he denied you earlier.

"What are the rules?" Xavier asks, casually, as if he wasn't the one responsible for the squelching wet noises as he pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy. He's had plenty of experience to know exactly where to torment you. It's all you can do to squeeze your eyes shut. You can't cum, no matter how good it feels, until he tells you to. You can't, you can't. you can't--- A sharp slap on your ass brings you out of your head.

"I asked you a question" he clicks his tongue, voice stern, but makes no signs of stopping. You look incredible in the palm of his hand, and he'll drag this out for as long as he wants.

You draw in a shaky breath, and will the last of your brainpower to work. "I-I can't cum w-without permission."

You hear the wet sound of Xavier pulling out his fingers before you can feel it. Before your body even registers that you're no longer full, Xavier lines up his cock to your pussy, filling you up again with one fluid, practiced motion, knocking the air out of your lungs as he uses your shoulders as leverage to pull you harder against him.

A surprised "oh" is all that you can muster as he brutalizes you. It's all you can do to hold on, faces inches apart from one another, ankles by his ears, crowding you, filling in every bit of space. He's fucking you so hard that you bounce back from the mattress right down his cock.

All that you can see, all that you can hear, all that you can taste, touch, feel is at his whim.

"I can't cum--- I don't wanna cum-- please no---"

You don't even realize you're begging.

His hand circles your neck, and he smiles, all teeth. "But I do."

Ordering you to withhold pleasure scratched a very specific itch in his brain, and Xavier knows he’ll never get enough. He almost wants to apologize to you in advance, because he doesn’t think he can have you any other way--- with his hands around your neck, your lips parted and bruised, eyes sliding in and out of focus, incapable of anything but moans and squeals as he pistons in and out of you.

It's all you can do to not give into the oncoming tide of pleasure.

Half-formed pleas for relief start to fall from your lips.

"I-I can't---" you manage to eek out shakily as Xavier makes it his personal mission to fuck the air out of your lungs. That just seems to goad him some more as he throws your legs up and over his shoulders, bending you into a press.

"Ah ah ah," he shakes his head, kissing the corners of your lips. "Don't be impolite."

Even in this headspace, he can't stop the affection from dripping in his commands. The way he shudders every time you give in, like he's almost unworthy, of your grace, your submission. "P-please X-Xavier," a final plea as he keeps you on knife's edge, caught between the desire to obey him and the overwhelming desire to cum coiled in your belly. Xavier’s eyes sharpen with focus.

He reaches over to touch your lips, stopping for a moment to kiss you before you feel his hand grasp your neck again, and he squeezes.

He opens his mouth to speak, and it’s the last push you needed.

“Who makes you feel this way?”

“X-Xavier” you stutter out as your faculties start to disappear.

Vaguely, you feel something hot gush in the space between you and you cum with his name on your tongue. Like the bastard he is, Xavier talks you through it.

"That's so much princess..."

Something about it is embarrassingly delightful, maybe even condescending in a way he coos in your ear. "Who's fucking you like this?" his thumbs sweep over your nipples, pulling, adding an accent of sharpness to your orgasm that makes you cry out.

You sigh his name as you close your eyes.

“That’s right---" a hard thrust, a heavy finality in his words. “I am.” Xavier's movements become more erratic as he gets closer, arms starting to shake, eyes rolling back before spilling inside you, head falling to your shoulder with a groan. For a beat, the two of you rest there, heartbeats syncing for just a moment before Xavier carefully pulls out, rolling onto his back with his eyes closed.

You link your pinky with his before rolling over, resting your head on his arms. You watch as his breathing slowly starts to even out. When he opens his eyes again, it's filled with bright adoration.

---

Thankfully, mornings come slower than nights in the N109 Zone. The doorbell to the suite buzzes, but before you can fully get up, Xavier pulls you back into the bed.

"We had quite the night..." he whispers, voice still rough with sleep, "Let's prolong it for just a little more."

And who are you to refuse?

a/n: i hit level 100 affinity with xavier today and then the promise dropped...xavier!! xavier!!! i wrote this in the span of like three hours...and then I decided to add more....ahhhh. Please let me know what you think! I haven't written D/s in a while.

likes/reblogs/comments are always appreciated they keep me going c: tysm for reading! Let's yell together about LaDs heh.

“made to take me…” his lips find their way to your ear, sucking on the lobe as he rambles, unbelievably pussydrunk and obsessed with the repeated slosh your combined releases have created. he keeps his voice as steady and soft as he can while not losing his pace, fucking as deep inside you as your body allows.

“you’re molded to me, baby. mmf, made to be pumped f-full of my cum. you were made for me.”

all of your senses feel on fire, completely overloaded from your evening of being folded into impossible positions again and again. xavier is nothing if not insatiable when it comes to claiming you, his hunger for you, your presence, your attention, your sweet cunt taking him to the hilt like it was destined for his cock.

he's as sensitive as you are now, gasping each thrust, almost whimpering, "just one more, p-please. aah, you can do it. i feel you, mmfuck. i know you're close..."

you nod dopily, consumed by the way your numbness dissipates, body buzzing as you somehow find the will to cum again. your arm moves back to cage his head against yours, and he fucks you both through the haziness, his moans and your broken cries a symphony in the night. he cums hard, and so much, an insane amount after emptying himself inside you all night. the two of you lay entangled in one another, both too sore and thoughtless to even fathom moving.

"i love you so much. so much..." xavier professes into your shoulder, pressing clammy kisses to every part of your neck he can reach in silent worship before drifting off in your aftershocks together.

ᢉ𐭩 zayne!

you can't even speak. zayne’s fingers and tongue have been working you skillfully for so long, too long. he's memorized everything about your body. how you like your clit sucked, when and how to point and flatten his tongue. he knows all your sweet spots, the exact angle, pace, intensity needed for you to cum the hardest, see stars and make you dumb the easiest. of course, he'd never degrade you and call you such, though there's something so riveting about having you brainless under him, entirely overcome by his expertise in your pleasure.

you're cumming all over his hand for nth time with a weak cry, shivering as he holds your hip down to the bed so he can properly fuck you through the waves, not stopping until he feels you've given him every last drop once more. big tears roll down the sides of your cheeks, which he immediately responds to, bringing the hand holding you down up your body to your face and sweetly caressing.

"you've been so good for me. i'm proud of you, my perfect girl."

his pruny fingers slip from you with no resistance. zayne coos at you hearing your tired whines, softly maneuvering you while he shushes and mutters reflexive praises. you’re okay, safe, he’s going to take care of you. he always does. before you can register it your legs are spread widely apart, zayne’s practiced caution evident in how delicately he handles you.

"i believe you can take a bit more for me, no?" he strokes himself unhurriedly, all while thumbing your clit, keeping you stimulated still. he still appears relatively composed above you, one of his only giveaways being the stuttering of his breath, barely controlled lust seeping through him.

zayne enters you steadily, always being gracious enough to let you adjust to his girth. "hah... she's been waiting for me. i can tell." your messy cunt welcomes him warmly, his heavy tip opening you up in a way his fingers could not. it has you reanimating, thighs shooting up to clench around his hips. you spasm, the ghost of an orgasm making you seize around him and ripping the air from both of your lungs.

he sighs out at the feeling of his full length bottomed out inside you, admiring you pliant and glowing under him. “i... ha-have to hear you, dear.” the same fingers that were previously stretching your cunt softly push past your pouty lips. he splays them all over your tongue, forcing the sounds you'd been too delirious to let out escape while he begins fucking into you like a promise.

“mmh, say my name. i know you can.”

ᢉ𐭩 sylus!

you just wanted sylus to feel good, like he so often makes you feel. ...and if you maybe got a little power hungry and ended up addicted to the way he falls apart, holding him down, coaxing him into letting you make him cum over and over, on your seventh "one more" of the night... well, that is not a crime.

in all actuality, though, sylus does not need much convincing. he's not one to oppose you, naturally. however, the second you got commanding, a small switch flipped in his brain and he couldn't save face, couldn't stay above his innate call to submit to you. he's unsure why he'd ever fight it now. sylus is enraptured by your hedonism tonight, reduced from his usual weighty presence to something only you can unlock within him. something yours.

"you know you've got such a pretty dick, baby," you purr, flicking your wrist as you jerk him off with a casual pace, one that's become less bearable after multiple releases. "so big, pink and drippy for me. for me, right, sy?"

the prettiest moans fall from his lips when his head lolls against his headboard, barely deciphering what you've said but knowing to agree, anyway. he nods lazily, peering down at you through clouded, low eyes. his brows are knit in the most desperate expression you've ever seen from him, zeroed in on you. sylus gasps in a big breath after you squeeze him at the base, trying to get more of those beautiful sounds from him.

"yes. yes, sweetheart, y-youu, ffuuck-" he drawls, feeling on the precipice of cumming once more with every slight movement of yours. "yours. aagh! haah, fuck, a-all of me. everything."

his words go straight to your pussy, pulsing from your neglect. having him fill you to the brim sounds amazing, hearing him be this submissive under you? you moan a little at your own imagination. sylus continues to whine, grounding you here as you conclude before you satiate your need, you have to hear him cum one more time. just one more. he can take it.

your hand speeds up wordlessly, already knowing how close he is from the way he twitches, so beautiful and sensitive. "kitten, please." he sounds so sultry begging for you, his voice pitching with need, a frequency only for your ears. you're addicted to this side of him. "i want...w-want to cum for you again."

ᢉ𐭩 caleb!

“sh-shit, you- aangh, p-” caleb’s head feels impossibly heavy as he allows it to fall back against the couch cushion. any attempt at a plea falls shorter with each rhythmic bounce of your hips.

you'd jumped him as soon as he settled into your home from his visit, taking initiative and sinking yourself down on him at the first opportunity. he should've known he was in for it with how easily he slipped inside you, like you prepped without him. this was premeditated. the drag of your walls around him, hot and wet and unrelenting, you were fucking him like he owed you something.

“pips! princeeess, ffuck, please. you’re milkin’ me for all i’m worth, haah-” he’s cut off by his own breathy moan. you don’t stop, not even for a second. if caleb really couldn’t take it he’d safeword or lift you with his evol, yet he only has the brainpower to hiccup and whine under you as you use his dick to your heart’s content.

his hands squeeze your hips for relief, kneading your soft skin for any kind of purchase. you lean down, your fucked out moans vibrate against his neck as you nestle your mouth there. you instinctively sink your teeth into him, pulling something lewd, broken from his throat that even he was a little appalled by.

he doesn't think he's ever cum this much in succession. caleb is already very easy, often fighting hard to not cum from the smallest of your intimacies. you can imagine how hard it is to stay lucid when he has no choice but to cum for you over and over again.

the two of you sound like a couple of pornstars, producing some of the most depraved noises you've ever heard come out of each other, and the constant plap! plap! plap! resounding in your living room.

"need you. cum- nghh, cum in me again," you moan a little animalistically as you rise, facing caleb again to speak. you grab his face, smushing it to make him focus, wanting him to hear your words. "want all of you, c-caleb. pleease."

pitiful as he is, caleb whines at your words, the noise jarbled from your grip on his face. he's throbbing painfully at the admission of your need, hands getting rougher, faster, gathering his remaining coherence to make you scream and chase this release as much as you were. your hands fall, gripping his chest for stability, and caleb groans, dipping his forehead down to rest against yours.

"fuck, baby. got me shootin' blanks and you still want 'em. filthy girl."

your pouting boyfriend shuts the door softly, crossing his arms. “i did not. must have been the wind.”

as you begin to get back up, a sudden flash of light gleams before your eyes. for a split second, the image of xavier is in front of you, and you’re back to being flat against the couch in an instant.

when you blink, xavier is back at the door, arms crossed and head upturned with a pout.

“okay, what the fuck. why are you teleporting back and forth?”

“i’m not.” he denies, side-eyeing you. “your eyes are playing tricks on you.”

you sigh, flopping back onto the couch in defeat. “i didn’t want to take a shot with that guy. i couldn’t turn it down, it was part of the mission!”

xavier knew this, of course. you were both briefed on the contents of the mission before you left. however, the blind rage that consumed him when that man put his hands on your shoulder…

a flash of light, and xavier is crouched beside you.

another flash, and he’s leaning over you, one knee pressing between your legs, dangerously close to your core. his nose is only inches from yours. you can feel the heat from his breath radiating against your lips.

“h-hey!” you struggle below him, pressing your hands against his chest to make space. heat is rising to your cheeks. “what do you think you’re doing?”

his pout deepens, and you see his expression slacken. he drops his head onto your shoulder, hiding his face. “i’m upset.”

you sigh, tracing a hand up and down his back in soothing motions. “i’m sorry.”

he lifts his head just a tad, puppy eyes ongoing. “if you’re truly sorry…do something about it.”

“what do you mea—ah!” an involuntary moan rips through you, throwing your head back as pleasure shoots up your spine.

xavier’s hand teleported into your panties, rubbing circles on your clit. his eyes have suddenly turned dark, and he leans into your neck, taking a long inhale of the scent that lies at your collarbones.

“prove you’re sorry…with this.” he drawls, sliding a finger down the folds of your core. a sudden, harsh slap to your clit has you clenching.

you shiver, hands finding their way to his hair as he pushes your shirt up, tongue gliding down the valley your breasts to your navel; simultaneously stripping you of your bottoms.

you mewl, head reeling back in pleasure as you feel him rub circles on your sensitive nub. the ministrations are shooting up your spine, and you tighten your grip on his silver blonde locks.

it’s when you feel the heat of his breath on your lower lips that you freeze.

“xavier, wait, it’s dirty don’t—“

dark eyes stare at you.

“would you rather have that man eat you out?”

“n-no, of course not! it’s just that—“

he delves into your core, tongue lapping at the arousal that coats your folds. you squirm, filthy moans spilling from your lips as he continues to devour you whole.

he’s quiet as he ravishes you, save for the small grunts and groans he leaves in the depths of your core. slurping and squelching sounds fill the room as he brings you towards your high.

you feel his hips rut into the couch, his throbbing erection growing harder at your moans.

it’s when you peek down at him and see his eyes, darkened with lust, watching you, tongue still lapping at your core, that the pleasure snaps. you feel yourself come undone at his touch, shaking and clenching as he slurps your release.

and he’s moaning through it all, savoring your taste while precum leaks through the tent in his pants. he palms his erection with one hand, using the other to comb through your folds, collecting your slick.

Xavier

A lazy weekend afternoon, comfy clothes, lots of snacks, and some cheesy horror movies playing on Xavier's TV screen. You were more engulfed in each other than anything else, the conversation flowing naturally as you lounged against the armrest of his couch.

"I'm serious, they're not sensitive." Your feet rest on his lap, his long fingers gently stroking up and down the skin of your calf. "I highly doubt it." Xavier countered with ease, blue eyes sparkling as a smirk curled his lips. "I just think you haven't met the right person."

Some way, somehow, the conversation had turned towards intimacy. What parts of you were sensitive, what parts weren't, the whole nine. Tension had been growing, but neither of you were willing to bite just yet. Even as you fought the urge to squeeze your thighs.

"The right person, huh? You're saying you can prove me wrong?"

You boldly proclaimed your breasts were not sensitive, your nipples not all that appealing to yourself when you had time alone. You didn't really touch them, like ever, even when masturbating.

"I believe I can give it my best shot..." Xavier started, using one finger to trail up towards your knee. "... that way, we can be positive that it's not... user error." He grins, something boyish and full of mischief and dammit you're a goner. "Well, you have my permission, Xavi."

Just like that, he's tugging your legs as he lunges. Crushing his lips to yours in a bruising kiss. The hand that had been playing with your ankles and calves now splayed over your exposed thigh. Sneaking under your lounge shorts and reaching up towards your underwear.

His other hand snuck under your hoodie - one you had stolen from him - and didn't stop until he cupped one bare breast. "No bra?" a murmur against your lips, he didn't give you a chance to answer before his tongue was slipping into your mouth.

You arched into his touch, the warmth of his hand against your skin making your lips tremble as you tried to keep up with Xavier's needy kisses. He squeezes, not hard enough to hurt but enough to elicit a gasp, a triumphant smirk already curling his lips.

"See... you needed the right person." Saliva keeps you connected as he pulls away, blue irises nearly devoured by his dilated pupils. "The right person with the best touch..." His thumb and pointer finger find your nipple, squeezing it a few times experimentally.

A gasp flees you, body jerking away from the shock of pleasure that zapped up your spine. You'd tried this before, when you had been so convinced that playing with a woman's chest was a key part of her arousal, and you had been so disappointed when nothing really... happened.

Now, Xavier was doing all the things you had tried and quickly given up on, and he was getting the reactions you craved. "Xavier h-how... oh!" You're panting as he rolls the bud between his fingers, adding more stimulation by sucking along your jaw. "You just needed the right person to prove you wrong." it's muffled against your skin, a sigh of annoyance leaving him a second later.

"Take this off." All at once, he leaves you. Just long enough to yank the hoodie up and over your head.

“Let’s try this…” Xavier wasted no time, not bothering to tease you by lingering his kisses. The cool air of his apartment caused your nipples to harden, and Xavier was quick to pull one of the buds into his awaiting mouth.

Your head fell back, hands shooting to grab his head as a feeble cry of his name fled your lips. Heat pooled deep in your belly, leaking slowly and ruining your underwear. You didn’t think it was possible for your breasts to feel this way, never mind for it to cause such a reaction to the rest of you.

“X-Xavier, fuck me, please.”

“Someone’s eager.” He lets go of your nipple with a slick pop, a cocky grin now sneaking up his lips. “I’ve barely got to have my fun, you need to be patient Ms. I’m not sensitive.” You want to punch him and kiss him all at once.

Rafayel

A study of anatomy, sketching various bodies in various shapes, colors, and sizes. You couldn't even pinpoint how or when the conversation switched to personal weak spots, but... "What about your chest? Most people list their chest as a sensitive spot."

"Not me." You pout a bit, hands coming up to cup your chest before meeting Rafayel's eyes. "Maybe I'm just broken."

Your chest had never been all that sensitive from what you could tell. You'd tried a handful of times to make it feel as good as it looks, books, movies, and even porn videos put so much focus on stimulating a woman's breast that you assumed it had to feel good.

And when it fell flat? You had concluded your breasts were simply less sensitive than others. "You're certainly not broken." Rafayel sets his sketchpad down, pushing up from his seat on the floor to stalk towards where you had been lounging on his bed.

"Your body is way more responsive to someone else's touch opposed to your own." You feel your eyebrows raise, glancing between where he towered above you and where his hand was heading. "Can I show you? Or perhaps, prove my theory?" Your tongue darts out to wet your bottom lip, nodding a little to fast for your liking.

Rafayel sits himself down on the edge of his bed, a hand sliding over the thin material of your tank top. "You get too lost in your own head, of course, you won't be able to focus on how good it can feel." And your breathing stutters as his hand gingerly cups your right breast.

"Just relax, I've got you." As Rafayel speaks, he gently kneads the pliant flesh, silently noting that your nipples harden under his touch. "I-I just see these girls that can't go braless because their nipples are so sensitive and it just doesn't ma-oh!" Rafayel cuts you off by using his pointer and middle finger to squish the prominent bud.

"Ah-ah, what did I say about relaxing? Just enjoy..." Heat is starting to seep into your cheeks, your hand coming up instinctively to clutch Rafayel's wrist as he toys with your breast.

"They're so pretty, can I lift this up?" he's using his free hand to tug at the elastic material of your tank top, smirking when you nod your approval. "Atta girl, let me see these beauties...shit." His cheeks are turning pink, pupils dilating wide as he uses his other hand to cup your neglected left breast. "Fuck, they're so perfect."

You want to open your mouth and retaliate, but you think they are far from perfect. But you swallow it, knowing better than to dare contradict him when it comes to statements about your beauty. "And so responsive, see what happens when you listen to me?"

He seals the deal with a pinch, tugging both of your perked nipples between his thumb and pointer fingers before leaning down to kiss your sternum. "So damn beautiful." Another kiss, one closer to your right breast. "And so not broken, don't ever say that again."

This time, the kiss lands on your nipple, and you're mewling, cheeks burning hot as you clutch his wrist just a little tighter. Rafayel doesn't pull away this time, instead he removes his hand completely so he can suck the now-sensitive bud between his lips.

You're not sure how long he stays on you like that, but you know your panties are drenched and your nipple is swollen by the time Rafayel finally eases up. "Can I?" he swallows, chest heaving as he looks at your chest. He needs to mark them first and then sketch them.

"Can I fuck these after I show you how sensitive they can be?"

Zayne

You loved watching him type his reports, finding his meticulous typing to be both adorable and hot. Maybe it was just because you were so deeply in love with him, but dammit you could watch Zayne work all day. So, when he dragged over a human anatomy chart while typing on a patient file, you felt the need to pop the question.

"Zayne?" You sounded hesitant uttering it, so naturally, Zayne's attention was immediately focused on you. "Is something wrong?" Immediately, you wanted to swallow your words. "I-Uh, no, but I just kinda... had a question." You feel like you're going to die.

"Go on." He relaxed a bit, a telling sign that he could see your anxiety and wanted you to feel comfortable. "Ah, well." You look away, swallowing the lump in your throat before trying again. "I was just wondering if it was normal for... for breasts to not be sensitive."

The surgeon's eyebrow twitches upwards at that, and now you really want to melt into the chair you had been lounging in.

"Well, medically speaking, yes. It depends on the person. Sometimes chest size factors into sensitivity; sometimes it really doesn't. But, overall, it's pretty normal and fairly common...why?" Concluding his answer, Zayne seemed to really process what you were asking.

You felt a tad relieved upon hearing that it wasn't a one-in-a-million chance that you deemed your chest to be lacking sensitivity. "Oh, well, my breasts aren't all that sensitive, I kind of worried it wasn't normal, you know?" Zayne nodded, ears turning a shade of red. "Many forms of media have set unrealistic expectations."

"Tell me about it. I really felt self-conscious." You were ready to resume your lounging, but Zayne was still eyeing you.

"Would you like me to perform an exam?"

You swallow, eyes widening in surprise, but your head is moving faster. A nod escapes you before you can stop it, clearing your throat, you add, "That would be great, actually. I'd appreciate it."

Somehow, you're shirtless and braless on Zayne's exam table. The cool air of his office makes your nipples pebble. "They look perfect." He states it plainly, leaving no room for debate, even as your cheeks begin to burn. With skilled hands, the surgeon cups both of your bare breasts in his hands, kneading and squeezing meticulously.

The sensation sends a shrill of arousal straight to your tummy, and you find yourself gripping the edge of the exam table. "It's also quite common for your brain to pick a side. If you squeeze your own breast, your brain may focus more on what your hand is feeling rather than your chest." He squeezes them both to send the point home.

"And..." Zayne's head lowers, a gentle kiss placed on the top of each breast before he squeezes your nipples. "... different forms of stimulation can really shake things up."

In the blink of an eye, your back is against the cool leather of his exam table. The same table is now creaking as Zayne climbs up on it with you. "Z-zayne, what are you-" But his mouth descends on your breasts again, and suddenly all words die on your tongue.

His nose drags along your skin, inhaling your scent before suckling on one of your nipples. His hand comes up to toy with your other breast, determined to not let it go neglected during his exam.

"Some women find breast stimulation to be more effective when..." he swallows, angling himself so his free hand can slide down your stomach and towards the waistband of your pants. "...vaginal stimulation is provided at the same time."

Sylus

"Your chest is pretty sensitive, huh, Sy?" Your fingers dance lazily across his pecs, watching his expression for any signs. Sure enough, his brows pinch together briefly before relaxing again. "I guess you could say that." A gentle murmur, one that is full of exhaustion despite his eyes scanning over the pages of a book.

You were both supposed to be sleeping, but some days this was the only time you two could really spend time together. Snuggled into the crook of his arm, you found your brain wandering.

"Why are you asking, anyway?" his finger marks the spot he left off on, carmine eyes sliding to look down at where you peered up at him. "I just wish my chest was as sensitive as yours." You said it almost dreamily, as if you didn't realize what that statement did to him.

"Your breasts aren't sensitive?" Sylus countered, the book in his hand being tossed onto the nightstand so he could focus everything on you. "No, not really. I've tried but... nothing really works. I don't get how girls get so worked up when their breasts are touched."

He seemed to think it over for a moment, a small smirk curling his lips. "Do you care if I try something before you come to such a conclusion?" He turns towards you, his free hand resting on your shoulder and pushing you to your back. “You know what? Sure, go ahead. I doubt the outcome will change what I said.”

A little bit of defiance, sure. But Sylus caught the hint of sadness too. Now, he was even more determined.

"Don't be so quick..." His hand cups your breast through the silk of your nightgown, eliciting a small gasp. "...to doubt me, kitten." He's warm, hands that are honed to kill are now gentle as they massage your breast tenderly. "Just relax, let me take care of you."

Your lips are wobbling as he tugs the silky material down, letting both of your breasts spill out for his viewing pleasure. "If it doesn't work, if this doesn't feel good..." he pushed upwards, hovering above you slightly so he could lower his head and begin kissing your chest. "...I'll make it up to you in a way I know you love."

He tugs a nipple into his mouth, and you're arching off the mattress, the sudden sensation making your eyes water. The idea of not being sensitive has simply given Sylus the green light to be rougher.

"Sylus!" Your fingers curl into his hair, tugging as he bites down on the pebbled bud. His tongue lathers your nipple a moment later, soothing any pain from his bite. He lets go a second later, saliva connecting him to your breast even with the new distance.

"Let me..." he's tugging at your nightgown again, instead of your neckline, he's shoving the bottom hem up towards your stomach. "...fuck you while I do this. Nothing but the best, right?" Fuck, your head was spinning, legs parting as you welcomed his offer.

"I'll make you feel so good, promise." Sylus' lips are back on your breasts, kneading and sucking as he fishes his cock out with his free hand. "Sylus, I need you, now." dammit, maybe he was right. Your mind was going fuzzy from the attention he was giving you.

"I know, and you have me. Just..." he's nudging your entrance, sending you into a spiral as he bites down on your nipple and pushes himself inside. A shrill cry leaves your lips, hands gripping his biceps in a feeble attempt to remain grounded.

"Stick with me, Kitten. We've got a long night ahead, I need to be thorough with my research."

Caleb

You were lying on Caleb's bed, phone held high as you scrolled mindlessly. Caleb lies beside you, reading through some pilot magazine you had picked up at the convenience store earlier. A video on your feed has your mind going, chewing on on your inner cheek as you ponder your question out loud.

"I wonder what it's like to have a sensitive chest?"

"You uh... You asking me that, pip?" Caleb was caught off guard, one eyebrow twitching upwards as he turned his head just enough to look at you. Realizing your mistake, you can't help but laugh out of embarrassment. "More so talking to myself."

"Your chest isn't... sensitive?" Caleb jumps right to the point, suddenly more intrigued with your answer now that the initial surprise has worn off. "No, not really. I mean, I've tried like everything and it just doesn't... do all that much."

"Like doesn't feel good at all? Or just not what you expected?" The magazine is long forgotten, Caleb is rolling onto his side to really study you. "I guess... not as good as I hoped? I just feel like they're not as sensitive as they could be." You attempt to shrug it off, but Caleb doesn't seem to want to let it go.

"Can I... give it a shot, pip?" And suddenly it all clicked into place. You click your phone off, tossing it to the side and sighing. "By all means, Caleb. Have your fun." Like a dog who just got praised, Caleb is quick to get to work. Not bothering with touching you over your shirt. In one motion, he has tugged the clothing up and over your bare chest.

"Let's see..." calloused fingers are running up your stomach, his eyes focused on the way your nipples harden due to the exposed air. "...it's not odd for breasts to lack sensitivity." Even as he speaks, goosebumps erupt over your skin. "But sometimes, you just need the right touch to prove you wrong."

Gingerly, your right breast is cupped in his warm embrace, earning a sharp inhale as you flicker between his hand and face. "And hands aren't always what is needed." His head is descending on your chest before you can process it, a shrill cry of his name leaving your lips as he nips at the fat of your chest.

"Different sensations invoke different responses." A lick to soothe the bruise he had made. His tongue is wet and warm as it trails up to your nipple. "Some prefer ice..." a lick "...some prefer heat or wax" a kiss directly on top of the pebbling bud. "Others like tickling." His nose nuzzles it before pulling back. "And others like pain."

Caleb's teeth sink into your nipple, and your back arches off the mattress. "It's all up to you, whatever you deem best." You're seeing stars, a whimper leaving your lips as you guide his hand over to your neglected breast. "Just make me feel good, please."

"At your service, pip."

he rubbed tight circles on your nub that had you moaning brokenly into the open air, caught between their bodies and losing your mind.

you could feel xavier’s cock pressed hard against your back, twitching with every noise you made, every time lumiere bottomed out inside you with a heavy, deliberate thrust.

lumiere’s eyes stayed locked on you, heavy-lidded and dark, watching every twitch of your mouth, every flutter of your lashes. watching xavier too. knowing exactly how much it was driving him insane.

it was too much. not enough.

you whimpered, nails digging into lumiere's arms, and xavier bit your ear. "you want more?" he asked, voice gravel and silk. "say it."

you could barely breathe, let alone form words, but you nodded, desperate and wrecked.

lumiere smirked, slowing his thrusts to a maddening, shallow grind, while xavier pulled you back against him, shifting you both until you were spread open, straddling lumiere’s thighs. xavier’s hand wrapped around your jaw, tilting your head back to meet his kiss—messy, open-mouthed, all tongue and teeth and desperate need.

and then he changed positions.

you barely registered it before he was guiding you forward, hands spreading your ass, the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance while lumiere’s hands stroked up your sides, steadying you.

you gasped into lumiere’s chest as xavier pushed inside from behind—slow, deep, so full you thought you might split apart.

two cocks, two bodies, pressing you from every side, stretching you out so perfectly you could barely think.

lumiere cupped your face, thumbing your lips open, guiding you down to take him into your mouth. his cock was flushed and leaking, and you moaned around him as you sucked, messy and desperate, while xavier fucked into you from behind—hard, deep strokes that had your whole body jolting forward.

the noises were obscene—wet, needy, beautiful. your moans were muffled by lumiere, his hips barely flexing as you took him deeper, while xavier's hands bruised your hips, dragging you back onto him over and over.

you were wrecked between them, pleasure thick and overwhelming, your body slick with sweat and spit and need.

xavier fucked you like he had something to prove, like he could fuck out every trace of lumiere inside you, his teeth gritted, low curses falling from his lips.

lumiere just watched, lazy and amused and utterly indulgent, petting your hair while you gagged and drooled around his cock, his thumb brushing your cheek like he adored seeing you so undone.

xavier's thrusts grew rougher, angrier, pulling you back against him with brutal force, making you sob around lumiere’s cock, body jerking with every thrust.

you felt yourself breaking apart at the seams, the pressure unbearable, perfect, a firestorm about to consume you whole.

and in the center of it all they ruined you, together.

masterlist ⋆˚꩜ send me a kofi !

what happens when you wake him from a nap

him punishing you for calling him lumiere again (you know how he feels about it :[ )

his hands

xavier is hungry

he just likes playing with you

after you get back from work

he loooves how it feels rubbing against you and teasing you

after you teased him at the photobooth

his seed spilling out of you

you still can't take all of him

getting off on your bed when you're on a week long mission (he misses you so much that he sends you the video hoping you'll come home faster)

he loves the way you feel in his hands

he is a boobs guy though...