Geto Letting Virgin! Choso Fuck You, His Girlfriend. Guiding Him To Slide Into Your Tight Warmth, A Whimper

Geto letting virgin! Choso fuck you, his girlfriend. Guiding him to slide into your tight warmth, a whimper leaving your mouth as he bottomed out his full length.

He started slow, inexperienced hips thrusting sloppily into you with need. His pace getting faster when he groaned at how good it felt. Geto smirked from his seat, encouraging Choso to put you in all your favorite positions before settling on the one he liked most.

His hips slamming roughly into yours as his cock hit deep inside you. Choso was lost in his own world, eyes shut in pleasure as you tightened around his cock, relishing in the way you loudly moaned his name.

“Choke her, she loves that.” Geto suggested, ignoring the throbbing of his cock in his sweats.

Choso nodded with his own moan, wrapping his hand around your neck and watching as you cried out loudly. Your stomach tightening as his cock relentlessly hit your spot, eyes rolling back with a series of loud scream-like moans.

“She’s noisy, you’re doing good.” Geto chuckled.

Your boyfriend’s words were incoherent to Choso’s ears, his grip on your throat tightening along with the twitch of his cock. His mouth hung open as he chased his release, fucking harshly into you while tears began to well in your eyes.

Your breathing was heavy, chest rising up and down as you mewled and cried. Choso’s hand reached to curiously twist your pert nipple. Eyes widening when you let out a loud moan. He leaned down to take the soft flesh of your breast into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your nipple while still rocking into you.

He was so close.

“Now rub her clit.” Geto instructed, watching as you became a moaning mess under the younger male. Choso’s hands rubbing messily at your clit, the extra stimulation to the sensitive bud making your body tremble.

You let out a mewl, “Choso— ‘m cumming, f-fuck.” you cried. Legs shaking and hips arching off the bed as you squirted for him. Your pussy clenching as it gushed around his cock, coating his thighs in your wetness.

Geto whistled, “Even made my girl squirt.”

Choso let out a cracked moan, his thrusts becoming rhythmless as his balls slapped lewdly against your ass. Cock still grazing your gummy walls despite how slippery your insides were. “O-oh f-fuck-” he stuttered out, his abs tensing as his cock throbbed within you.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare cum in her.” Geto warned.

Choso letting out a high pitched whine as he felt himself on the edge. His whiny moans loud as his body trembling in short quivers, dazed eyes rolling back. His breathing heavy as he fell onto you, unable to hold himself up as he rut into your pussy. “Nngh— ‘m sorry.” he moaned.

Geto scowled, “Choso.”

Choso shook his head with a whimper, “Can’t. ‘M so sorr-yyy,” body going limp and his mouth opening in soft grunts as he spilled rope after rope of his sticky cum into you. Painting your gummy walls in the thick white substance. There was so much of it. And you whimpered as you felt yourself getting fuller.

Choso let out a sigh of content, his eyes ready to close as he lazily looked up at you with a shy grin. His head rested between your tits and his thick cock twitching in you once more since he refused to pull out.

You couldn’t help but smile, he was too cute, running your fingers through his fluffy black hair. You’d let it slide. You didn’t know if Geto would.

⭐️ a pretty distraction

✦ pairing: xavier / gn!reader

✦ genre: fluff, slightly suggestive

✦ warnings: mildly suggestive, but no sexual content (only light teasing but no actual smut)

✦ word count: 2.2k words

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ: xavier invited you to his apartment to hang out, but you were too busy with work to even acknowledge in his own home. so, of course, he had to take matters into his own hands

⋆˙ ✦ note: i wrote this very quickly, so the quality might not be the best. though, i still hope you’ll enjoy it till the end :D (this man has me in absolute chokehold and i can’t stop writing about him) not proofread!

who would have thought that being a deepspace hunter would often mean more paperwork than action? well, you were aware, considering all the exams you had to go through. but it was still astonishing. filing reports was not fun, far from it. what was even worse, though, was having to work on them in the comfort of your—or rather xavier’s—home.

a few days ago, there was a big rampage caused by a wanderer in the streets, and the damages caused by it were immense. since you were there to take care of the raging wanderer, it was up to you to file up those reports. what you didn’t expect was the amount of papers you had to go through. it was a total insanity, and a part of you was thinking of burning the papers, but orders were orders. you chose this.

you were growing tired of it, to say the least. sure, you had enough time to finish the papers up till next week, but you did not want to procrastinate. you knew the second your body would relax on the soft mattress of xavier’s bed, with none other than xavier beside you, completing the reports would be close to impossible for the day.

perhaps you were just a bit stubborn, or you simply just enjoyed torturing yourself, but you needed to be done with your work before midnight. that was your goal, and you were determined to reach it.

but not all paths were smooth, right? your path was full of traps, set by none other than your neighbor and partner. it was driving you mad, and you were trying very hard to keep your cool. your patience may not have been made of steel like xavier’s, nonetheless you were doing great at avoiding all the traps set by him.

usually, xavier was a symbol of patience and understanding, especially when it came to you. he was supportive of you trying to do your work right, and he felt proud of you, too. not once did he praise you for doing a good job, be it verbally or with a head pat—which always successfully made you crave more. the little smile that lingered on his lips when he noticed how happy you were with yourself when you did well on a mission, or when you simply finished filing up reports. he was super proud of you, there was no denying.

yet even the mysterious hunter had his limits when it came to patience. xavier invited you to his apartment, expecting you to spend time with him, maybe even bake some egg tarts and then cuddle in the comfort of his blanket. so when you came up to his door, which he left open for you like always, and with stack of papers in your hands, he felt a bit down.

xavier tried to not let it show, but as you weren’t looking and paying attention, he stared at you like a kicked puppy. if he had dog ears, they would be flat on his head from disappointment. with lips jutted in a pout, and eyebrows tied in a frown, he sighed. he could only wordlessly sit next to you on the couch, feeling like he was invisible.

his deep blue eyes watched as you worked, taking a notice of each details. how your back was round and slightly slouched, then you occasionally stretching up from the soreness in your neck. how you mumbled to yourself as you read through the lines intently. how you often nibbled on the end of your pen as you read. he stared so much and for so long, it was perplexing that you didn’t notice.

in your defense, you did notice, but you were too deep in the papers before you to care about his piercing gaze. you were so focused on your work that it had entirely consumed you. and that was something xavier didn’t appreciate, not today at least.

“are you gonna be done soon? you’ve been working on those reports for the past three or four hours,” xavier’s voice called out to you, to which you flinched and your head turned his direction.

“i don’t think so,” you answered, still slightly startled from the little scare. “i still have a lot of papers to go through, and i want to have them done by midnight.”

these words made xavier sigh again, this time it was a bit more dramatic than the last one. were you really just rejecting him for work? he almost could not believe it. and of course, instead of taking a hint of his clearly frustrated state, your nose was once again bored into the papers.

there was nothing much xavier could do now, except for leaning his head down on the back rest of the couch, praying for you to be done soon. perhaps he was being a bit needy for attention, but he believed it was for good reasons. he hadn’t seen you in a week, and clearly he wanted to catch up on the time you were both busy with work.

normally, it was you who was the clingy one. texting him during missions, only to delete them afterwards due to the embarrassment that was eating you alive. frequently going on arcade dates, to which you always invite him to, and he would never dare to reject you. making him play a game of kitty cards with you, to which he often pretended to not understand properly just to see you smile when you won.

so when it was his turn to be needy for attention, he was so unfortunate to not get any. he tried to get your attention, and tried everything that came up to his mind. from telling you to take a break, to offering a cuddle session. he tried so many things, and yet nothing worked. to say he was frustrated was an understatement.

you hoped xavier wasn’t aware of the affect he had on you, how close you were to giving in to his tempting offers. stubborn as you were, you weren’t ready to give up, though. not when you were so close to finishing your work. nothing that xavier could distract you with would work, and you were sure of it.

for a few moments, at least. when you registered him getting closer to you from the corner of your eye, imaginary sweat beads arose on your forehead. it was getting hard to ignore his tactics when his strong arms wrapped around you out of nowhere.

xavier smirked to himself when he noticed the panic in your widened eyes, and when you tried to act as if nothing was happening afterwards. you were determined, but so was he. and unlike you, he knew your weaknesses, and he was ready to use them against you.

he waited for the right moment, and when it came, he lifted you up to settle you on his lap. he bit back a chuckle as he noticed you flinching. he needed to act innocent, like he wasn’t aware of the little twitches and squirms your body did in his hold.

“relax,” he whispered to your ear, “you can continue working. i’m just letting you be more comfortable.”

oh, just how sly he could be. you only played into his plan when you believed him, which he was more than happy about. he was patient for a few moments, simply just resting his chin on your shoulders as you worked. for a second, he made you think there was no ulterior motive. that xavier was truly just being mindful of your comfort.

well, of course he was, why else would he try so hard to get you away from working? it was for your own good, too, he said to himself. xavier couldn’t stand seeing you tired, or in pain, even if it was just a sore back. sure, he was mainly distracting you for his own benefit. he just couldn’t stand not having your attention on him when he was so desperate for it.

“you’re almost done. good job,” he murmured against the crook of your neck, his tone innocent and sweet.

goosebumps rose on your skin as his warm breath brushed your sensitive skin. you could feel your heartbeat increasing, and a part of you was worried he would hear it as well.

“thank you,” you whispered, swallowing the lump in your throat.

xavier smiled at how nervous you were. you really could be so adorable around him, he almost didn’t know what to do with you.

almost.

he nuzzled his nose to the sweet spot just below your ear, to which you shivered in his hold. he nearly had you, silently watching how you succumbed to his tactics. he looked down to your hands, observing how you struggled to hold the pen, like a hunter would observe his prey.

“what’s the matter? you seem out of it,” his voice was sweet, yet teasing.

the more xavier spoke against your neck, the closer you were to your breaking point. it was driving you mad, and he knew. it only fueled him to taunt you more, to distract you further. his arms tightened its hold around your waist, you back pressed flush against his chest. you were in his trap now, with no escape in sight.

“if you feel tired, you should take a break,” xavier continued to whisper to your ear, lips dangerously close to your neck.

you shook your head, not uttering a word. you didn’t have any trust in your voice, considering how on edge you currently were because of xavier. knowing yourself, your voice would break the second you would open your mouth to speak.

you could hear xavier’s breathy chuckle behind your neck, making the hairs along the length of it rise up. “you can be so stubborn sometimes.”

he was right, you were stubborn, and very adamant. or so you thought.

when his hands began to slide down your sweater, caressing the skin of your tummy, with his lips barely touching your neck, the muscles of your body stiffened. you were slowly getting the hang of his intentions, and you could only curse yourself for letting him cage you like a bird.

“xavier, i promise i’ll be done by night,” you turned his direction, letting him feel the warmth that radiated from your flustered face.

“you’re not being fair, y’know?” he breathed out against your neck, pressing a barely-there kiss to the shell of your ear.

and you are being fair? you thought to yourself as he trailed his lips along the length of your neck. his kisses were feathery, ticklish even. you were too busy trying to block out the tingling sensation his lips left on your skin when he began to run his right hand to the collar of your loose sweater.

“i invited you here so we could spend time together,” his fingers pull down the collar, giving him access to your shoulder. “but all you do is work. isn’t that a bit unfair?”

xavier’s tone of voice was still the same. soft-spoken and gentle, yet a hint of mischief lingered behind that sweet tone of his. something about the way he spoke just now sent a series of shivers down your spine, but it also broke the rest of your concentration.

the pen that you held onto fell from your grasp, and rolled under the table. this was xavier’s cue to lift you up, and he carried you bridal style to his bedroom. his blue eyes were focused on your lips, how you pouted and frowned. he couldn’t help but smile.

xavier leaned in as he walked, only to press a little peck to your pouty lips. this soft gesture cause your heart to hammer against your rib cage once more, the heat in your face traveled down to your neck.

“you think a kiss can help you? i’m angry at you, just so you know,” you muttered, face pressed into his collarbone.

he chuckled deeply, shaking his head. “whatever should i do?”

once you were by the door of his room, xavier kicked it open. he stepped in, walking towards the bed to settle you into the sheets. he slowly crawled next to you, wrapping his arms around your frame. before he could push your face to his chest, you took in how his room looked.

“you had this planned, didn’t you?” you asked, the corners of your lips turning upwards.

the blinds of his room were closed, the only source of light were the star shaped lights hanging on the walls. on the nightstand behind him was a tray of macarons, most likely strawberry and blueberry flavored, judging by the colors. the room had a scent of lavender and vanilla, soothing yet sweet.

“i did, but you almost ruined the surprise. if i didn’t pull you away from the reports, my hard work would have been wasted,” he said teasingly, his hand reaching for the back of your neck.

xavier pulled you in, his lips pressing against yours. the kiss was slow, yet desperate, as if he were waiting for you for hundreds of years instead of four hours.

he pulled back to look into your eyes, and smiled. “are you still thinking about work?”

“maybe a little,” you answered truthfully, to which his eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

“then,” he began, slowly pushing you on your back. he was now hovering over you, his arms propped by your head. “let me help you relax and forget about work for now.”

© xaviers-star-tassel

Someone allowed me to do it so I did

I would've done anyway lmao

💄SO HERE ARE LOVE AND DEEPSPACE BOYS WHEN YOU COME HOME DRUNK AND ATTACK THEM WITH KISSES BASED ON THAT:

POST ON TUMBLR!💄

Tags: aggressive cuteness, Crack fic, I harass xavier once again and this time Zayne too, Rafayel will get us a restraining order (and he will end up breaking), bullet fic, I searched a lot of cat videos for this (noice 🫡)

Dumb shit under the cut!

Zayne

You said you were going out with Tara to celebrate your promotion, he didn't mind and said for you to be careful and drink water and (insert here some medical yapping)

But alcohol is liquid and water is too so they must be like, related right?😃

Well you got home and by the way you were yelling he knew

He was in danger

Your cat called Dr. Cat (no I'm not creative) was the first victim, when you finally let go of the cat he saw the cat walking around on it's shaking paw covered in lipstick marks as if he had witnessed horrors beyond human comprehension.

He he saw your head popping out from the hallway like some sort of creepy entity...

He RAN

Don't get it wrong he's a 27 years-old man, 6'1 and most of all an adult.

A well known doctor who is not really startled easily.

But you got that man running around that kitchen table like 😭😭😭😭😭😭:

SOMEBODY HELP THIS POOR MAN FROM HIS CRAZY KISSING GIRLFRIEND 😭😭😭😭😭

In the end, this is the actual footage after you catch that nerd:

(Yes with the witch laugh and everything)

Rafayel

You went out to drink with yo homies

And not with Rafayel cuz yea girl's night(bitch get off my ass for once)

And you have this small problem that you can only pay attention to the tea being spilled or count how much you drank

And I mean you would definitely count if the girls weren't making a whole ass thesis of Captain Jemma being gay (CSI lesbians arise 🫡🫡🫡🫡)

So yeah you drank a lot and yall concluded that yall a little gay for your Captain.

Chile anyway so

You go to Rafayel's place because yes you missed his cute little grumpy face

The f you mean that I just called him a bitch and told him to get off my ass??? Nuh uh 🙄🤨

So since you don't remember much here's a resume of what happened by Rafayel's POV 😃

You kicked the GODDAMN GATE OPEN BREAKING IT.

And you tackled him on the bathtub.

Yes, he was naked.

Yes, you "saw" his dong.

And even though it was quite traumatic you busting in his place like that, getting in the tub with him and attacking his beautiful face with kisses.

WHY WOULD YOU JUST LOOK AT HIS DICK AND SAY "Nice cock shawtie" AND PUKE ON HIS FLOOR??? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💀💀💀

ALSO WHAT LIPSTICK IS THAT THAT IS NOT LEAVING HIS SKIN 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

In the next morning you wake up on his couch and he's on top of the ladder looking at you like you murdered his entire family like:

Xavier:

😃

You see

Xavier is ALREADY acquainted with how you are when drunk.

And it either goes you throwing him on the bed demanding his dick to get hard cuz you will "align his chackra" with some mind-blowing 🧠

And for some reason he do get hard instantly 🤨 that shit works via Bluetooth cuz it can't be for real-

ANYWAY

Or you attack him with a lot of love and affection that he doesn't know what to do besides just standing there and accepted it all 😔 it's so hard being cut smh.

So when you get home

He ain't no coward

So he's just standing there like 🧍🏼‍♂️

And (for his lucky ass) you were ready to give him some loving 😍😍😍😍

So you pull him to the room and just sit on top of him kissing and abusing him

Ehe *fboy laugh* baby boy heh *bite lip* are you sweet dreams by Eurythmics? Cuz heh you kinda looking like you wanna be abused hehh

Ok I'm sorry.

Anyways here's the footage of the victim I MEAN Xavie pookie:

And that it folks hope ya enjoyed, reblog or whatever idk lmao

First time with Caleb

A Love and Deepspace Fanfic

18+ only, MDNI

Pairing: Caleb x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Content: First time, NSFW, Pure smut. Porn without plot, Dom Caleb/Sub reader, PIV, fingering, unprotected sex (dont be stupid), orgasm denial, creampie, cockwarming, breeding kink if you squint.

a/n: This is my first time not only writing smut, but writing fanfic in general. I'm just that deep in the Caleb brainrot. Feedback welcomed but please go gentle on me. Should I keep writing these?

Caleb almost believed it was a dream, except it felt so very real. Caleb knew you better than anyone. He could read you like an open book. But he had never seen you like this before.

You were so shy at first. You feel exposed under his knowing gaze as you lay on his bed, Caleb kneeling over you, seeing you like this for the first time. When he undresses you and finds your panties already so soaked through with your need for him you want to hide in embarrassment, covering your face and pressing your thighs together. But Caleb just carefully pries your hands away from your face and chuckles softly as he presses soft kisses to your forehead. "Why are you hiding pip-squeak? It's just me. You don't need to be shy with me."

Of course Caleb notices the way your eyes widen as he pulls down his pants. He already knew he was big, but seeing your reaction he can't help the cocky smirk that starts forming on his face. He doesn't miss how you are licking your lips as you stare at the size of him. Maybe next time he would let you have a taste of him, but right now he just needs to feel you.

Caleb doesn't even bother wetting his fingers, you are already more than wet enough.. pushing your panties aside he dips a finger in between your folds to collect some moisture, before running a couple of slow circles around your clit. Having craved his touch for so long, the sensation instantly sends your head spinning and a couple of breathy moans escape from you. Keeping his eyes on you to observe your reactions, Caleb plunges two long fingers inside you and groans deeply as he feels how snugly your wet pussy clenches around them.

"Fuck, you're so tight baby... I'm going to need to loosen you up a little so I don't hurt you, okay? Please relax for me. – Breathe."

You can't help but get flustered at his words and the new nickname, and start blushing as you try to look away, but he catches your face with his free hand and brings your eyes back to meet his.

"You okay, pip-squeak? I can stop here if you're not ready yet. I don't want to do anything you're not comfortable with..."

The feeling of his still fingers inside you, and your desire for him to start moving them to give you the friction you so desperately crave overshadows any embarrassment you might have felt. You shake your head vigorously. "...Don't stop. -- Please – I want it.."

Caleb lets out a little chuckle at the needy tone in your voice. Then his lips are on you in an instant, trailing kisses down your neck as he starts working his fingers in you, curving them upwards to press against your spongy spot while this thumb draws circles on your clit.

Your initial shyness completely melts away as you lose yourself in the pleasure he's giving you. It doesn't take long before you're rutting your hips eagerly against his hand. Soft moans start falling freely from your lips as a knot of pleasure is already starting to build within you, and Caleb can tell you're getting close. You whimper at the sudden emptiness as he removes his fingers from you, but before you can voice your complaints he captures your lips in a lustful kiss. "Sorry baby, but I didn't wait this long just to have you cumming on my fingers..."

After seeing your body's response to just his fingers, Caleb is dying to see how you'll look wrapped around his cock. He rubs it slowly through your folds a few times to let you feel his size. "Last chance to turn back.. sure you're ready, pip-squeak?" He asks as his tip hits against your clit in a way that's making you see white. You can feel your pussy just clenching at air, feeling almost unbearably empty. "Ah! -- Please! Caleb.. I need you.."

Fuck. After hearing the neediness in your voice it takes every ounce of self restraint left in Caleb to not just ram into you instantly. Despite his ministrations you are still so tight when he pushes his tip in... it's a good thing you're so damn wet. Caleb grips your hips tightly to keep you steady as he sheathes himself fully, making you take all of him. You have never felt so full before. You were expecting pain, but the way he stretches you out feels so fucking satisfying. ""Ah! Fuck! -- Caleb... it's so. -- Ah! so big. Fuck! -- Mmmm.". Caleb had wanted to take it slow for you, but how could he possibly hold back when you're like this for him? When this is everything he has dreamed of for so long?

Caleb is taking in every bit of this moment, committing it all to memory. The weight of you in his hands as he lifts your hips up to meet his greedy thrusts. The feel of your soft skin under his fingers. The arch in your back, your chest heaving for air, head thrown back into the pillows, fingers clawing at the sheets. The way your tits bounce along to the relentless speed he's pounding into you.

Your first orgasm hits like a truck, and Caleb is drinking in all of it. The way your legs are shaking uncontrollably around him as he keeps fucking you through it. The tightness and warmth of your pussy that's so dripping wet and clenching, all for him. His name spilling from your lips again and again, mixed with those desperate moans of pleasure. You are such a beautiful mess for him. He has dreamed of this moment so many times before, and to see you like this... So needy. So eager. So desperate for him to fill you up.

Fuck.

He is not going to last much longer like this, but he is NOT ready to finish. NOT YET. He stills within you, still gripping your hips tight and keeping himself fully sheathed. You can feel his cock twitching deep inside you and let out a whine. The overstimulation you were feeling as Caleb kept fucking you through your orgasm had finally eased up and now you're craving more. Need more. You try to grind up against him, desperate for more friction. Caleb swears softly as your walls clench around him, but his firm grip keeps you in place. "Sorry pip-squeak, but I don't want to cum yet."

He lowers your hips to the mattress and moves your ankles to his shoulders before leaning over you and pinning your hands above your head, the position ensuring you're still restricted from grinding up against him the way you want. You open your mouth to complain but your whines are all swallowed by Caleb's hungry kisses. He pulls away to get a better look at your face, your eyes half lidded and glossy, your mouth open and panting, your lips swollen from his intense kisses. You were looking so fucked out already. "You look so beautiful like this baby... So pretty for me.”

“Caleb, please” you beg as you try to rut up against him, urging him to move.

“Just can't get enough, huh? Don't worry, I gotchu baby." He chuckles. Finally having regained his composure enough Caleb starts thrusting into you again.

The new position lets Caleb get even deeper, his dick rubbing against the tender spots inside you that makes you see stars. His hips start slamming against you at a dizzying speed, filling you to the brim with each thrust. You can already feel that tight coil forming, telling you that your second orgasm is not far behind. Caleb can tell too by how ragged your breathing is getting. Keeping one hand still pinning your arms above your head, he reaches the other down between you to rub your clit.

"Are you going to come for me again, pip-squeak?"

You nod up at him, too lost in your pleasure to form words. He leans down to kiss you, pushing his tongue into your mouth to claim it completely. The combination of the sensations is almost too much; his dick ramming against your cervix, his fingers rubbing your clit, his tongue greedily dancing against yours. The tight coil that's been building within you finally snaps, sending shock waves of pleasure through your body.

The way your orgasm has you clenching around him sends Caleb over the edge, too. He cums hard with a groan and you can feel the warm liquid filling you up, painting your still twitching walls. The sensation of the excess cum spilling out of your tight hole as he keeps pumping into you riding the waves of his orgasm feels almost obscene. He finally stills within you and eases your legs off his shoulders, carefully turning you on your side, before collapsing beside you, spooning you, holding you close. His twitching cock is still buried deep within you as you both lay there panting from the force of your orgasms.

He strokes your skin and presses soft kisses to your neck until your little aftershocks have eased up completely. But still he doesn't pull out.

"Caleb... that was... " You start, but he cuts you off.

"I'm not done yet."

You turn your head to look at him questioningly and are met with his cocky little grin.

"I've waited too long to have it be over this quickly. Just give me a minute pip-squeak." He reaches down with one hand and starts rubbing lazy circles around your clit, and it isn't long before you feel him swelling within you again, ready for round two.

—

The cleanup will need to wait until the morning. By the time Caleb has had his fill, you'll both be too tired to move, and Caleb is still unwilling to let go of you. He'll stroke your hair and tell you how amazing you are and how long he has longed for this moment until you fall asleep from exhaustion in his arms. Don't worry, though. Once you wake up, he'll run you a bath, strip the sheets, and cook you a breakfast with all your favorites. ♡

choso picking up your habits because he’s so socially awkward, but accidentally starts picking up your skills like kissing and fucking.

choso was a virgin before he met you, he never even kissed anyone, so it wasn’t surprising when he tried to mimic the way you

moved your lips and body when the both of you were kissing.

the weird thing about his mimicking is that he started to kiss and fuck better than you, not that you were complaining.

even the way he went down on you was heaven, it felt so fucking good, little did you know that he was copying the way your tongue moved on his dick and the speed at which you did things.

the way it swirled every which way was the exact thing you did on him, it was cute but you wanted to see just how far he went with copying you.

so you started doing more things, being sloppier and more rough, and what did choso do? he did the same thing.

he was pulling your hair and pushing you to the edge of a cliff with no thoughts on stopping any time soon.

he matched that energy and wasn’t giving up on anything, he was going to continue to go at the page that you went because he wasn’t only copying you, but he wanted your comfort on the same level you did things.

choso didn’t want to accidentally do things too rough or too slow, so he would copy the speed at which you did things and previously and apply that.

he was very gentle and caring with how he did things and you loved him for that.

XAVIER BOYFRIEND TEXTS AND TWEETS

xavier x gender neutral reader

established relationship, canon compliant

tw/ spoilers about xavier’s age ig? my fave joke is xavier doesn’t understand any slang