Xavier Being A Cruel Bastard In Bed Is Canon. And I Stand By That.

Xavier being a cruel bastard in bed is canon. And I stand by that.

i need xavier so bad i don’t even know what to with myself anymore plspls

thank you for such delicious meal, may you have a happy long life good health you deserve everything i love you i love you, please, never stop!!! 🙂‍↕️☝️

≡;-꒰ 𝑿𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑬𝑹 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I 𝑹𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔

╰┈➤ ❝ xavier x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni

tags : pwp (without plot), dom!xavier (and a very sub!reader), slight power dynamics, nothing too extreme but xavier is a little mean here, slight themes of possession and jealousy (ft. jeremiah mention like... once), sensory play (blindfold), light bondage, biting, marking, teasing, orgasm denial, begging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, heavy petting, nipple play, clit play, fingering, rough sex, vaginal sex (unprotected), creampie, dirty talk, praise, use of pet name "angel". lmk if i missed any tags! ((unedited!))

wc : 4.1k (...yeah... of pure filth actually...)

an : as usual, very self-indulgent on the part of yours truly !! inspired by "red lights" (and yes, as always, listening to the song adds to the vibes) and our very beloved "no restraint" trailer, but it doesn't actually reference the pv so this is entirely separate <3

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"Focus on me, angel."

Quiet words against your skin.

Your chest heaved, breathing heavy, wrists bound tightly together against the bedpost—his fingers grazed over your cheek in that moment, and the touch was familiar. It was soothing, almost. Like a soft caress that the two of you would often share together, it had your head tilting towards him, leaning into his touch as much as you could help it.

He had you right where he wanted you.

You had no choice but to focus on him.

Just... not in the way that you would have expected to.

Your wrists tugged slightly at the ribbons that restricted you, a small whimper falling from your lips.

You couldn't see.

Every touch against your skin had you jolting, every trail of his fingers on your jawline, down your neck, over your shoulders... All of it felt so heightened. Your vision was shrouded in darkness. The silk that covered your eyes was bound tightly, not a semblance of light could have creeped in from the room that had already been dim from the start. He had you lost in a swirl of the unknown.

And it had been this way for hours on end.

His fingers pulled out of your cunt with a wet schlick, your body writhing as you let out yet another cry.

But he wasn't listening to you.

Instead, he sighed.

"I said," he murmured—and you flinched at the sudden feeling of his breath against the shell of your ear—"focus on me."

His voice dropped an octave lower as he completed his statement, and it was unfair.

"I-I am!" you protested. "It's too much, Xavier, I-I can't... I can't keep holding it, please I just—!"

"Shhh."

The mattress shifted beneath you. His warm hands slid across your bare skin, his body warm next to yours—slow, intentional, precise movements, thumbs digging into your flesh in what could have been considered a sort of massage. It was enough to ease you out of the orgasm you'd almost had, the coil in your stomach loosening as you felt every beat and every flutter of your pussy so wantonly.

And then you felt his head dip down.

In an instant, his lips attached to your neck—

"I know, angel, I know. I have you. Just focus on how it feels."

But you were feeling too much.

Too much, all at once, for all this time, and yet—

It was so hard to resist him.

He knew that.

And it was nearly by instinct how your head tilted, allowing him more access, allowing yourself to feel the way his lips would curl into a little, self-satisfied smile. You didn't need to see him to know it was there; you didn't need to see him to know how it looked like. You knew him well enough.

And you were melting at it.

Gradually he began to explore the rest of your body with featherlight touches, as if to soothe the way he'd been edging you endlessly over the past several minutes. He ghosted over your skin with the tips of his fingers, enough to have goosebumps prickling in their wake; his hands moved up to cup your breasts, inching closer to where he knew you needed him most, but still—only barely touching.

And then you barely had a chance to react, before his teeth sunk into the nape of your neck. The sudden action, a sensation intensified by having your sight so cruelly taken away from you, had you arching your back with a moan.

In the next second his thumbs rubbed over your nipples as he suckled at your skin to leave an array of bruises, a deep chuckle reverberating against you. Slow, rhythmic circles, lithe fingers taking your nub and finding pride in the way they would stiffen and peak under his touch...

You knew that he was watching you.

You knew that he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

And you knew why he was being like this. Relentless teasing, always enough to bring you to the precipice but never allowing you to topple over it... Now, he was taking it slow again, but you were sensitive enough to be reacting to everything.

"Xavier...." you whimpered. Slowly, his hand trailed down over your stomach to rest over your thigh.

"Yes?" he murmured.

A shiver went down your spine at the raspiness in his voice.

"You want me here again?"

He spread your legs without waiting for you to answer, a finger trailing upwards and nearly excruciatingly close—only to trace gentle, feathery shapes into your inner thigh.

You groaned.

"Xavier.... Please! Please just touch me—"

"But I am touching you."

You knew that he was smiling.

"Not like that! Do it... Don't do it so gently! Don't tease me! Stop playing with me!"

He hummed, and his hand inched even closer. You could feel the heat radiating off of the mere proximity, your walls clenching around virtually nothing, your breath hitching with anticipation.

But it never came.

"...I don't know."

You were nearly appalled at how genuinely nonchalant he sounded.

"You know what you've been doing to me all day. Teasing me like that... then giving all that attention to Jeremiah when you should have been looking at me."

"I-I didn't mean to! You know he's only just a friend, you know that I—nngh—!"

He leaned in to pull at your earlobe, taking it between his teeth before letting out a soft laugh at the way your body seemed to squirm in response.

"But... That doesn't change anything. Next time don't talk to him like that when you're wearing such a short skirt." A soft blow against your ear, and he made it clear that he was enjoying the goosebumps that littered over your skin as a result. "Besides... I thought you were too sensitive, since you've been reacting to everything so much. Now, you want... more? You're so greedy..."

You could nearly cry.

You felt his other hand squeeze at your breast to make a point, and you felt him shift ever so slightly—

"You're all sloppy, angel. You've made such a mess. I can see it, how wet you are..."

A pause.

"...Mm. You want me to touch you there, right? Feel my fingers inside you again? You must be really warm, still..."

Again your wrists tugged at your restraints, your eyes squeezed tightly shut against the blindfold. Your heart beat so loudly in your chest that you couldn't dream to listen over it for his movements—his words felt so simultaneously innocent as they were dirty, and the calm in his voice did nothing to soften its effects.

You couldn't take it anymore.

"Xavier, please!" you begged. And whether intentional or not, you found yourself lifting your hips, pushing against him. It was enough for you to feel the slightest graze of his fingers against your cunt, nearly driving you insane with the way he curled his hand into a fist and have you coat his knuckles in your juices.

Then he let out a hum, and you knew what that meant.

He was watching you.

And he was fascinated.

"Do you like that?" he questioned aloud, and it almost pained you how full of wonder his voice seemed to be. "You really are so sensitive."

Your next moans were swallowed into a kiss as his hand remained placed between your legs, stationary at the perfect distance for you to grind against him. The other continued to knead at your breasts, occasionally pausing to roam over your skin, and he murmured—

"Pretty. You're so pretty when you're needy like this."

You couldn't see him, but you could have sworn that the smirk that was likely on his face was anything but innocent.

Yet, his hands drew away from you, and he laughed.

"Xavier!" you cried out. Your hips lifted, as if to chase that same sensation, your clit throbbing with a need that could have had you thrashing around had you not been tied into place.

"Shhhhh, shhh. Relax... Just relax."

A kiss over your blindfold, this time, had you placated enough to swallow your pleas into what felt to be a choked stob. His lips traced over your eyelids, to the tip of your nose, to your lips once more. And then his kisses began to trail further south. Down your neck, through the valley of your breasts, over the skin of your stomach and past your navel—

Only to stop.

And then he began, again, to kiss upwards.

By the time he'd reached your lips once more, your breath was shaky and erratic, the corners of his mouth turned up in another smile you knew to be one of satisfaction.

Now, the scent of his shampoo, the scent of his skin was heedy in the air, mixing in with your own arousal. The room smelled of lust and desire, and these were the only other grounding sensory details you could latch onto as your head continued to spin. Because he truly, truly had you under his complete control. He could have you bending and writhing under his touch without a second thought, the reins of your pleasure embedded into his every being.

"Xavier.... Xavier, please," you cried. You'd lost count of the number of times his name had fallen from your lips out of sheer desperation. "Please, I'm so empty! I need... I need you, I need something—"

A sharp gasp fell from your lips, effectively cutting you off.

"Something, like... This?"

A single breathless whisper against your ear, before you felt him prod at your entrance and slid slowly, slowly back inside you.

"So, so warm."

His voice was a soothing lull, almost an irony to the way that he was treating you.

All the while, wet noises followed every movement of his fingers as he fucked you slowly—gathering your creamy slick when he pulled out, only to plunge right in with a little hum of wonder that had you keening. Easily, he had your hips bucking into his palm. Your back arched; it was an instinctive reaction to follow the movements of his hand as if you were merely a puppet of his desires—every pump of his finger had you moaning unabashedly, only a slave to the lust that he'd awakened in you.

And with the silk around your eyes still fastened in its place, the darkness surrounding your vision made even the tiniest things feel all the more pleasurable.

You could feel how long and slender his fingers were, reaching so deep inside of you, curling against your sweet spot. You could feel the stretch of your pussy with the scissor of his fingers, a stretch so delicious that the burn of it went straight to your head to have your eyes rolling back.

And it felt so good.

...But as always, he would be so. Excruciatingly. Deliberate.

His ministrations brought you a pleasure so indescribable, yet it wasn't quite enough.

You knew what he was doing. He would bring you back into a patten you'd become familiar with: you would be speared on his fingers relentlessly, at a pace so frustratingly lacking, creaming over his fingers without quite bringing you over the edge.

"Xavier!"

Yet another choked sob to fall from your lips. More tears pricked at your eyes, too, though he would have likely been unaware given the fabric concealing that was concealing them. "Please... Please, faster! Please... I need to cum!"

It was like a trigger.

Immediately at your words, his thumb brushed lightly over your clit before he pulled away, and he shook his head. "I'm sorry, angel... I don't want to let you."

The sudden momentary stimulation against your clit had your vision going hazy. You thrashed around desperately as another cry tore fron your lungs, your legs squeezing together tightly— the throbbing in your cunt was becoming absolutely unbearable.

You were so close.

You were so close.

It was slipping away.

"No!" you cried. "Nngh, no, no, please! Please, Xavier! I've been so good for you! Please, please, you have to—I have to—"

This time his other hand moved to tangle into your hair, and he placed another chaste kiss over your lips.

"But... Have you been good? When you've teased me all day? You know... Just now, you've also been begging nonstop, even if I keep telling you not to. I don't know if I should be calling you good."

A pause, and a whimper on your end.

"...But you're pretty. I can give you that."

Another kiss, and another, and another, as your orgasm slowly faded away and you were rendered a panting mess beneath him.

But he wasn't done.

Tears were streaming down your cheeks when he opened you up again, fingers delicately tracing your folds, the stimulation enough to make you jump. This time, you didn't have to say anything before his fingers were back inside you, fucking your cunt, squelching noises resounding in the room with how he would plug your hole full with every thrust.

It was humiliating, almost.

All you could do was focus—on the sensation, on the sound, on the way he would whisper soft, loving words into your ears as if he weren't completely ruining you for him in this moment.

"So wet n'messy..."

Your walls fluttered around him, clenching on his fingers—

He clicked his tongue.

"Ah-ah, angel... Again? So soon?"

You heard him sigh as his fingers slipped away from you once more, and your entire body jerked with desperation.

"Xavier!!!" Your chest felt suffocating, sobs of his name falling from your lips. "Xavier! Xavier, why! Why do you keep—Why won't you let me finish!! Xavier, please!!!"

Your wrists felt numb with pain as you struggled against your restraints, and you knew that your face was wet with tears. The blindfold was drenched; you could only keep your eyes squeezed shut, sniffling helplessly.

It was gone again.

You ached; your breathing wild and heavy. You didn't know what to do. He had you utterly ruined.

"You know why, angel. Should I do it again until you understand?" he whispered. His lips fluttered against yours, teasing a kiss.

He wouldn't even give that to you anymore.

"No!" you sobbed. "No more... Xavier, no more! Please... Please, please just make me cum! I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I—I won't do it again—"

His fingers glided over your lips this time, and it was almost pathetic how easily your mouth opened in response. The tangy taste of your slick was unmistakable. He slid his fingers into your mouth for you to taste more.

This way, you couldn't speak properly.

There would be no other way to convey your desire, if not to thrash around and have him watch.

Another hum. "I think... Not."

And he would keep doing it.

Your cunt was red and swollen to the point of overstimulation. Your vision blurred; your head felt fuzzy. You were tired.

Every touch, even the slightest brush against your skin—against your clit—had you gasping. You were too hyperaware of everything he was doing. Worse, again, was the fact that you couldn't know of what else he would do to you—couldn't anticipate it.

Another tap against your nub, a pressure enough to flick it slightly, before snaking your hand up your waist to soothe you with another gentle caress.

You were sobbing.

"Mean!" you weeped, "You're so mean, Xavier! So cruel! I can't—I can't anymore! You have to make me cum... You have to!"

It hurt.

It stung.

And you felt him sigh, so used to your pleas at this moment that you wondered if he had gotten so desensitized to them by now.

"So I'm harsh, and cruel?" There was a teasing lilt to the calm of his voice this time, and you choked out a gasp as you felt the tip of his cock press tip against you.

He shifted, and the blindfold was slipped off of your face. Wet with your tears, he discarded the cloth carelessly around his room, and finally, finally, you were able to see him.

The room was dim, but the blue in his eyes remained striking—always an ocean you could drown in, willingly.

Only tonight, that wasn't what he wanted from you.

His hand found its way to your chin, and he tilted it downwards. Just a little, you felt—saw—the tip of his cock press into you.

"Do you want this?" he murmured. He kept your gaze in place, pressing in a little deeper still. But you were aware at how his gaze never strayed away from you. Observing. Attentive. "You feel empty, right, angel? You want me inside you? Maybe I've been too mean to you... I'm sorry... Next time, you shouldn't tease me too much..."

You let out a slow breath.

"Please."

Your voice was shaky.

And he leaned in, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze again before his lips met your cheek. In a flutter of movements he kissed your tears away, hand moving to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Watch," he said.

His voice was soft, but it was something like a command.

"Watch. And no take-backs."

You didn't have time to react, then.

Once more your gaze was directed towards your pussy, throbbing with a need for attention—and your eyes went wide.

He thrust inside you without a second of warning. The entrance was sudden—unexpected. Filling. Any words you'd been thinking to speak fell immediately to a shocked silence, your mouth falling open in a noiseless moan. And all at once, you were made entirely aware of the stretch of your walls, the length of his cock a slow, frustrating slide until the numbnessmelted away enough for you to feel full.

His weight shifted.

You felt caged between his arms, his breath hitting directly above you, legs slotted between yours. There was space for you to wrap your legs around his waist, and you did—

And he started off slow.

Low grunts as his hips rolled against yours, a thrust so fluid and deep that your figure pressed deeper into the mattress. You groaned in response when he repeated the motions; pulling out only to thrust all the way back in, the slap of his skin against yours a testament.

"Not empty..." he rasped. "Not empty 'nymore. I'm filling you up... So warm and pretty for me, all for me..."

His words made your head spin, but despite the desperation laced into his tone, he refused to pick up the pace. You whined, your hips raising to meet his thrusts as if trying to coax a faster pace, but he didn't listen. Instead, he clicked his tongue—with a mewl on your end, he pinned your hips to the bed, preventing you from moving.

"Xavier!" you protested immediately, feeble attempts to wrestle free from him.

"No."

A harsher tone, as he grinded against you to elicit another choked sob.

"But whyyy! I thought you—you said you—"

You threw your head back at a particularly deep thrust, and again his hand was back on your chin.

"I'll set the pace. Don't move, angel. Or I'll pull out."

Xavier usually wasn't like this.

You couldn't quite tell if he was enjoying your torture, or if he was simply this upset over everything that had happened, but the ache you had all over your body right down to the throbbing of your cunt was too, too much for you to bear.

The way his hair fell over his face, his eyes narrowed, eyebrow arched almost menacingly—it brought tears to your eyes once more, and all you wanted to hear from him was another word of reassurance.

For a moment, his eyes softened.

"Don't cry... Don't cry anymore..." He leaned in to nuzzle against your nose, before pressing his lips to yours in a light, gentle kiss. "What do you want, angel? You want me to go harder?"

Feebly, you nodded. At a sharp thrust of his hips, you drew in a sharp breath.

"Like that?"

Another nod.

And this time, he smiled—and it was genuine.

"Okay. Then stay still and let me. You can do that for me, right, angel?"

His hips began to move again, and you were relieved to feel the slight reprieve he was granting you by slowly picking up the pace. Yet again your gaze found the outline of your cunt, zeroing in almost immediately on the way his cock sunk into you and disappeared eagerly into your dripping folds.

He was right.

You were an absolute mess, if the sloppy sounds of sex weren't enough to prove it. The sheets were stained so clearly with your arousal, and the truth was that you didn't quite need him to be rougher with you. Just the mere sensation of being filled up, the friction of his shaft against your gummy walls, was enough to have you arching your back to meet his thrusts.

"Close!" you cried out, desperately rutting against him. "M'close, Xavi, please, please— Let me...!" You saw the smirk on his face, the way his eyes narrowed. Part of you had to wonder if he would pull away again—

But he didn't.

Instead, his hips moved faster, drilling into you in a pace so relentless that your eyes grew wide with shock.

In fact, he didn't stop at all.

He'd haphazardly reached out to yank you free from your bounds, but when you finally reached your peak, it was a crash that had you reeling. A scream of his name and curling of your toes were barely enough to describe it—your vision had gone white, your body fixed into a tremble that almost seemed not to stop. It didn't matter that you had just spilled onto his length, clenching around him with every loud cry that tore from your chest. You were raw, and sore, and used—but that was no longer any of his concern.

He kept his thrusts up.

He would drive you into the mattress, every movement made to slam his hips into yours harder, faster, skin slapping against skin so loudly that the sound of it near-challenged the unintelligible moans that spilled from your lips.

It was torture.

Yet it was so good.

"Ye- es!" you cried out. "Yes, ye—aaanh— y-yes—! Like that! Like tha—hnn—! Xavi— Xavier—!"

You couldn't help but have your eyes roll back into your head, allowing him to grip your waist and steady himself, giving himself the leverage to fuck into you deeper, to stretch you out so deliciously good. He kept your thighs spread apart, nails digging into your skin—and you were so sensitive. Over, and over... he would ram his cock into you and have you filled to the brim with him, never once giving you a second of rest.

And it was everything to watch him lose control just as easily because of that.

"Yeah... Yeah? Like this, angel? Mmh... Taking me so... s-so—hnng— so well, angel, l-look at you..."

Gasps and groans fell uncontrolled from his lips, a mixture between deep rumbles and a more high-pitched whine when you clenched around him just right.

"More... more," he shuddered. "Can't... can't stop, angel, you're so good, I need—need you—No one, haah, no one gets to fuck you like this, all pretty for me to use—"

Clumps of hair stuck to his forehead, skin sheen with sweat. His eyes held a haze of desire you could only ever see from him when he got like this, and it was all barely enough to keep your sanity from tipping over.

You were withering.

His hand moved down to rub against your clit, and the intensity of all of it had your vision going completely blank.

You could barely register anything anymore.

He would pull orgasm after orgasm out from you and you would lose count of it, only vaguely registering the hot stream of white that dripped out of you with how full you were.

"Xavier..."

Your voice was weak and raspy, your hands wrapping around him to pull him into you, against you—anything.

And he groaned against your neck.

"Angel.... one more, please, just— One more. You can give me 'nother. I know you can. Just, nngh—let me fill you up one more time... Gotta mark you all mi— mine— mine—"

He clamored to sink his teeth into your shoulder. Immediately you clawed at his back, a strangled cry of his name leaving your mouth... and he caved.

Yet you knew that this was far from over.

"Mmmhfffuck—! S-so tight, so—ah—!"

The last thing you registered was the desperate shut of his eyes, the near-frozen parting of his lips, and the string of curses formulated into his own moan of raw, unfiltered pleasure.

He was just as long gone as you were.

"Oh, angel... M'not— Not done with you yet at all..."

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You let out a huff and narrow your eyes a little at the chief surgeon below you, giving him the best pout you could muster at the moment. "If you keep moving I'm going to accidentally nick you," you warn, cradling his jaw once more as you gently slide the razor down his face, collecting some of the shaving cream before you dip the razor in the small bowl of water beside you. "How are you going to explain a huge cut on your face when you go back to work?" you chide for extra emphasis.

Zayne suppresses the urge to roll his eyes at your dramatization but remains still as you requested, lashes low as he watches you through a heavy gaze. Days off for him were rare and with the weather outside storming it was a blessing in disguise when you suggested staying inside and relaxing. You're carefully balancing yourself over his body on the recliner, making sure to not put pressure on him accidentally, shaving away the day three stubble, courtesy of working back to back shifts.

When you reach for a damp towel behind his head his hands come up to tenderly brush across your waist, keeping you steady in the event of you perhaps losing your balance. His palms are cold and his fingertips icy against your much warmer skin and the hiss that tumbles from your lips lets him know that you're aware of his advances. His fingers toy with the lacy hem of your nightie and you raise a suspicious brow when he traces the curve of your ass.

"Behave," you grumble, patting down his face with gentle movements, smoothing away the last lingering bits of cream and ensuring you hadn't missed a spot. But, while you were so focused on your handiwork, Zayne had other ideas in mind.

With a soft grunt and a swoop Zayne nudges his hips upwards and that seems to be enough to knock you off balance. Your hand releases the towel in favor of gripping the leathery head of the recliner chair to keep your balance. Zayne would never let you fall and both of his hands work at once to steady you, one grasping your first where you clutch the chair and the other snaking around your waist. He never failed to surprise you. While many thought the doctor was stoic and withdrawn the icy walls he put up were nothing of a facade, the glaciers melting whenever he was in your company.

A shaky breath escapes you and then another until you've finally gathered enough strength to push yourself up a little, wiggling out of his grasp until you met that dark gaze of his. His lashes flutter as he adjusts you on this lap, settling you right over the bulge that strains against the satin boxers he wears and few strands of dark hair threaten to fall over his eyes. Your breaths mingle, the world falling away until it leaves nothing but the two of you, here, together, wrapped up in your own little embrace of solitude.

"You're so soft," Zayne comments, his voice a deep rumble in his chest that you can practically feel vibrating against your skin. He leans in, his nose nudging against the underside of your jaw, taking a soft inhale before he places a lingering kiss there. "And you smell good. Too addicting. You're dangerous... Did you know that?"

Your head is spinning and you partly want to blame it from the steamy shower the two of you took earlier, but the closer Zayne pulls you the faster your heart starts to beat and the warmer your skin grows. A part of you wanted to hate how easily you molded underneath the strong and firm hands of Dr. Zayne, but in the very same breath you adored being doted and taken care of the way he did.

A soft whine sits in the back of your throat when Zayne's lips travel to your pulse point, lips working softly to create a mark he knows won't last but it doesn't matter because he knows you're always left with the memories for days to come — he knows because he can see it on your face when you're visiting his office. Your gaze always drifts and you fidget, he never misses the way your thighs squeeze together and how you study those hands and fingers, the same fingers that were buried inside you the night before.

"What is it, sweet thing?" he murmurs, raising a curious brow as he pulls his head away just long enough to glance at you. As you try and gather your thoughts which proves to be more difficult than you originally thought Zayne takes this as an opportunity to slide his hands up your body until he can gently slide the thin straps of your nightie down, exposing your chest to him.

"Tell me what you want," he encourages with a dangerous lilt to his voice.

"I — mphm-" you whimper when his mouth finds one of your nipples, taking the pert nub into his mouth while his skilled fingers twist the other one. "Zayne..."

"I hear you, sweet girl," he murmurs, his voice a little muffled against your skin. He pulls away with a wet pop before tilting his head, studying your face with a sly little smile that you swore you could've missed. His fingers roll your nipples between calloused thumbs and forefingers, tugging lightly every now and then just to hear you squeal. "I wonder if I can make you cum just like this. You've made yourself cream so pretty on just my fingers before, hm?"

You whimper again, this time it sounds far more fucked out than before, clawing at the thick muscles of his shoulders before you say, "I need more, I need you to give me more, please."

Zayne hums, a satisfied sound that makes your skin buzz before he coos, "Look at you, using your manners and asking me so nicely. But before I give you what you want... I have something else in mind..."

He nudges you forward again with his thigh until you're balancing on one of them. The bare muscle hitting the thin, flimsy material of your panties makes you gasp and before you know it his hands are on your hips, guiding you to rock. Slow drags, forwards and backwards, a lazy encouragement that has pleasure rippling through your body.

The moment your head drops and you moan out Zayne is swallowing the sounds you make with his lips, kissing you deeply until you feel like the oxygen has been ripped from your lungs.

"That's it," he urges, guiding you to rock against his thigh. Your panties are damp and every drag against the muscle beneath you coats in a thin layer of your arousal, which once it catches Zayne's sight only seems to spur him on further. "Good girl, keeping going just like that. Feels good, doesn't it?"

You're far too swept up in your own little bubble of pleasure to even begin to process his words, nodding dumbly and allowing him to toy with your body however he pleases, knowing he'd give you the pleasure you craved so desperately craved.

Every moan you let out is met with a soft, encouraging hum as Zayne flexes the thick muscle of his thigh, giving you even more friction, one hand remaining firmly planted on your waist while the other carefully cradles the nape of your neck, keeping you carefully balanced as he works you towards your high.

You fall forward as your thighs tremble and Zayne presses his forehead against yours, noses touches as he coos, "Good girl. Keep your eyes on me. That's it."

Your nails dig into his shoulders. Your cunt clenches and he can see your resolve slipping away like a tide rushing from the shore the closer you get to your high. He gently shushes you when your whimpers get higher and pitch and just before you can let this steady building tension go Zayne's hand digs into the supple and soft skin of your waist, ceasing your movements with a firm hand.

You gasp, trembling, whimpering. Waiting.

You swore you heard a smirk in his voice as he says, "You poor, sweet thing... The only way you're cumming is on my cock. Do you understand?"

Tastes Like Honey (AO3 + Wattpad)

Words: 1,868

After completing your mission with Xavier, you decide to have a little fun. Takes place during No Restraint 🌌🩵

The protocore pulses on the bedside table as your come hither stare brings Xavier closer, standing over you. "We should stay away from it," He says, feigned worry in his tone as he pulls you up, leading you a short way to the chair. 

You sit in his lap, playing with the wet hair that curls at the nape of his neck. "You are so protective of me, Xavier," You say, wanting to bury your face in his neck and smell him, the hotel soap and his scent mixing in a dangerous concoction. 

"I must protect what's important..." His voice is barely a whisper as he runs his fingers over your thighs, his cock more prominent under your ass. "But I..." He trails off, your faces so close. Your noses nuzzle against each other, lips brushing over. He breathes heavily, biting his lip. "We will need to find an antidote... I think I am affected too..." He says, pulling away. 

Your heart fumbles over itself, excited he took your bait. "Oh no..." You say, pressing the back of your hand against his forehead. He turns his head, kissing the soft skin on your wrist. 

"There must be something we can do..." Xavier says, punctuating his spaces with kisses down your arm. Your heart beats so loud, you're sure he hears it as you bring your arm from his grip, kissing his cheek. "How is that?" You ask, his hand running down your back. 

He grips the bottom of your robe and pulls it up to feel your ass. "More... I definitely need more." Xavier replies, gently squeezing your ample bottom. Your nerves are alight as you start a trail of kisses down his chest and abdomen, slipping off his lap until you are between his legs. 

His cock tents in his boxers, waiting for any attention. "How about here?" You ask coyly, kissing the hot bulge. 

He shudders, "More..." He says, tugging at his underwear and kicking them off. You smile at his eagerness before looking down at his shaft and the light blonde hair that surrounds it.

Your lips wrap around his stiffened cock, slowly taking Xavier's shaft down. He groans quietly, his hips bucking softly. You remove your mouth, trying to suppress a giggle, "Did you feel that?" You ask him, gauging how far he would take this act. 

"Not enough," He whispers, his fingers trying to knit through your thick curls, beckoning for more of your touch. You hum, opening your mouth just enough for your tongue to slip out and tease his tip. He shivers, and you close your eyes, tracing the edge of his swollen head, dipping between the folds of his foreskin. 

His breath hitches, and he pushes your head again. "(Y/N)..." He huskily whispers, his other hand gripping the sheets. You could tease him all night, enjoying the moans that escaped his lips. You, however, give in, opening your mouth and resting your tongue on the underside as he thrusts in slowly. "N-n-not enough..." He grunts as he slowly fucks your mouth, savoring the way you keep your head steady, glancing up at him every so often. His shimmering blue eyes are dark lagoons, heated with passion as he alternates between watching and closing his eyes to allow the pleasure to wash over him. 

You pull your head back, your lips wet and puffy, a strand of salvia coming from the tip of his cock and your glossy mouth. He sits up, at first dazed, but quickly returns to earth, his hand returning to the back of your neck. You expect him to return your mouth to his leaky cock, but instead, he kisses you passionately, his hands pushing at your satin robe. 

"I need more," He whispers against you, trailing kisses down your jaw and exposed shoulder. 

"More?" You ask, raising your eyebrow. 

He holds your face between his two fingers as he stops his trail. Your cheeks heat when your eyes meet, his eyes pool of lust, and you want nothing more but to jump in. He pecks your lips before untying your robe. The cooler air on your skin perks up your nipples and Xavier is quick, warming your sensitive bud with his mouth. It's your turn to pretend as goosebumps travel down your spine, your fingers gripping onto Xavier's shoulders. You bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning as his tongue teases your nipple, flicking the bud. "M-more," You manage to say. He pulls off your breast, helping you stand before standing himself and leading you to the bed. 

Your mind races as you glance out the window, lighting flashing across the sky, thunder rumbling and clapping shortly after. The weather seemingly matches the tension between you as Xavier climbs on top of you, parting your robes more to expose your body to him. "I want to be the only one who gets to see you like this, (Y/N)..." He says after a moment, his eyes roaming your body with the intention to claim you as his heavy in his expression. You smirk, deciding to tease him more, running your fingertips lightly over your breasts and down your stomach. His jaw clenches, and you trail your fingers up to his chest, pushing his robe off his shoulder. He quickly takes it off, tossing it on the floor. 

"I need you," He says, returning between your thighs. "Xavier..." You whisper as he presses a kiss on your pelvis. "Your panties are in the way of what I want." He continues, pushing at the dark fabric, his fingers rubbing against your slit. 

You bite your lip, the close heat of his mouth driving you crazy. His tongue presses against you, dampening your ruined fabric. Your legs rest on his shoulders, your breathing shaky as he closes his eyes, finding your clit through the panties. "Did you think of me when those other men tried to have their way with you?" Xavier asks as he pushes your underwear to the side. 

Your mind scrambles for an answer as he kisses your lower stomach, his finger slowly slipping between your folds. You imagine how his cock would fill you, the way he'd look over you as he fucked you through the storm. He slips in another finger, watching as your hips buck. "It's not enough," You say softly, sitting up on your elbows and biting your bottom lip. 

He smiles as he leans down. "You didn't answer my question, (Y/N)..." His tongue laps at your slick folds, the lewd sounds of his fingers thrusting in and out, making your body heat with lust. He removes his mouth, raising his eyebrow, "Did you think about me?" He asks again, his thrust quickening. Your toes curl as you look away at the rain-splattered window. 

"You're all I think about," You admit softly. He chuckles, returning his mouth, this time spreading your lips just enough to find his treasure. He suckles your clit, making your back arch as you lie back on the bed. The pleasure shoots directly to your brain, and you breathe out, a whimper escaping your lips. You don't know how long he's at it, your body a live wire until he pulls away, staring at his wet fingers, your wetness clinging to him. 

"We need more..." Xavier whispers as he comes up, kissing you hard against the bed. You don't argue, tasting yourself on his tongue. How many times did you imagine wanting him in this way? So many nights you spent with your toys buzzing away as your partner's name escaped your lips while you wished for him. 

You pull away, resting your hands on either side of Xavier's head. His cheeks warm under your touch. "Did you bring..." He snaps out of his daze, looking over at the small desk. "The vending machine," he says, slipping off the bed. 

You sigh of relief as he grabs a condom and puts it on. You wonder if he asked that receptionist about it when he got the bandages but don't have a chance to ask as he returns, his heady eyes drinking you in as he pushes your legs back. "I want to watch you take me," He whispers, rubbing his cock tip against your folds. Your hands cover his, trying to remain calm as you can feel the girth of him teasing your hole. 

"X-Xavier..." You whimper. He thrusts in slowly, watching your face attentively as you close yours, his cock stretching you just right. He sets his pace, both of you panting as sweat pools between your breasts. "You are more perfect than my dreams," Xavier grunts, coming down to kiss you. 

Your arms wrap around his toned shoulders as he pounds you into the hotel bed. "More..." You whisper as he ends the kiss, resting his head against yours. "Yes..." He says back, his thrusts becoming sharper, following your orders. You don't know how much more you can take, wrapping your legs around his waist, his cock feeling engorged with each stroke. 

He kisses you again, your tongues rolling against each other, pulling away briefly before coming together again, his body so hot against yours. "My love..." Xavier whines. He grips your wrists, pushing them towards the bed. "Let's come together, please," He groans, grinding his hips against yours. You don't have to be asked twice as you nod, his mouth wrapping around your exposed breast. You cry out, begging for him as the headboard smacks against the wall, matching his erratic pacing. You try to run from his thrusts, but his grip on your wrists is stronger. 

The ecstasy drives you over as you shut your eyes tight, unable to form more words or thoughts, heat flushing your skin as you squeeze around his cock. He sputters, letting go of your arms to engulf you into an embrace, moaning against your neck as he fills the condom, his hips flush against yours. 

He pulls out, breathing heavily, and rolls off you, pushing his fluffy blonde hair from his forehead. He carefully pulls the used condom from his soft cock, tossing it in the wastebin by the bed before relaxing back. You both try to catch your breath, a laugh bubbling out of your chest. He glances over at you, eyebrow raised. You move closer to him, and he welcomes the cuddle, pulling you tight to his side. 

"The receptionist thought you were my boyfriend..." You say suddenly, trying to fill the sex-thick air with something else. He chuckles, "I suppose her hunch was correct..." He whispers, glancing down at you. You answer him with a smirk, attacking his neck with your mouth before he can say anything more, sucking the taut skin. He tastes of sweat and soap. He moans softly, his hand slipping down your back to your ass. 

"How long do you think it'll storm?" He asks, massaging your bottom. You pull away, carefully watching his face. "I don't know..." You reply honestly, and he slips two fingers in your needy hole. You moan, burying your face in his neck, surprised. "Mmm... Good. I don't think we'll get much sleep tonight." He whispers, finding your mouth, ready for round two.

Xavier NSFW/Smut 🔞 Headcanons

in celebration of the upcoming Xavier 5 star card “No Restraint”

these are also kinda, sorta based on Xavier smut fics that i wanna write at some point..♡

⭐ Xavier is a devout lover. Intense and passionate. He will worship the woman he falls for. He will grab you by the ankle and kiss along your legs. He will lick and bite lightly at your breasts, suck on your nipples through the tshirt/dress/bra, leaving you wanting that direct contact more and more.

⭐ Xavier is all warm and fuzzy like a cozy summer evening. He'll take things slow but he does want it intense and rough. He's waited for you for so long that gentle touches are nowhere near enough to satisfy his pent up cravings and desires. You need to do it harder. And he will make sure you do so because he will guide you through it. He will tell you exactly how hard he’d like your fingers to squeeze his dick. And he will pump into you at an unrelenting pace.

⭐ Xavier is a pussy lover. A muncher if you will 🤭 He absolutely loves getting down on his knees, grabbing your thighs in his veiny hands or gripping your ass as his head finds its way between your legs, and he devours you. He will lick and suck until he draws that orgasm out of you. And he will lap every bit of it like a man starved. Then he'll do it all over again.

⭐ Xavier is attracted even more to you when you decide to take charge. It's exciting when you push him against a wall or force him to lie down in bed as you crawl on top of him. He enjoys when you give him handjobs but keep edging him for long. He likes the thrill of being denied because once you're done tormenting him, HE'LL HAVE HIS TURN TO TOY WITH YOU THE SAME 😉

⭐ Xavier is the type of guy who enjoys cock warming. He slips his cock inside your folds and falls asleep like that, sated by the feeling of how good your walls feel clenching around him like that.

⭐ Xavier is the guy who invites you to sit in his lap during a movie night or while playing video games, except he asks you take your panties off so he can push his cock inside you as the two of you watch a movie/play games, prolonging that desire and arousal for the both of you for as long as you two can hold yourselves before bending you right there on the couch and fucking you or asking you to bounce in his lap.

⭐ Xavier is usually soft groans and quiet grunts but he will try to make a habit of being vocal and moan loud if he finds out you enjoy it. You just need to ask and he'll do it. Besides, he finds the sounds of his moans mingling with yours really hot.

⭐ Xavier is whimsical by nature. He may get turned on seeing you do the most mundane stuff around the house. He probably sees you making breakfast and comes up behind you, gently tucking your panties aside and slipping his dick inside, his thrusts fast and rough as your fingers grip the counter for dear life. And he'll be a gentleman about it, tucking your panties back in place after filling your cunt with his load, enjoying the sight of it soaking through the flimsy fabric of the panties and dripping down your legs.

⭐ Xavier is NOT easy. Know that only you have that effect on him. Only you can drive him insane. He wants all the freaky wild things but only if it's you. No one else will do.

⭐ Xavier is so, so whimsical! He might see you at work, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and find himself wanting to kiss your neck more and more. Will grab you to the restroom or the closet during lunch breaks and ask you to keep your voice down so your colleagues don't catch you two in the act.

⭐ Xavier is risky. He is swift with his blade but he's as deft with his hands. He'll finger you by the claw machine as you struggle to capture your favourite plushies whilst keeping your whines as low as possible, ashamed that the prospect of being seen by the others at the arcade turns you on even more.

⭐ Xavier is impatient. He may drag you to the nearest alley of a No-Hunt Zone during missions and request you take him in his mouth and suck him dry. He may even push you against a tree bark and heavily make out right there in the forest after defeating a hoard of wanderers.

⭐ Xavier is possessive, as he has said himself in his official interview. He isn't insecure but he does get jealous easily. And he doesn't enjoy others ogling you. He will leave obvious marks on your neck to stake his claim. But he will leave even more marks in places where no one else can see to remind you who you belong to. And he will want you to do the same to him. In fact, the mere idea of you leaving your marks on him makes him very hard.

yeah so..i’ll be disappearing now 😇

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Luke: I sleep with a gun under my pillow.

Kieran: I sleep with a knife.

MC: Both of you are pathetic.

Luke: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

MC: Sylus.