My account was recently hacked into for the past week and I just got it back. I did make a new one! @xaviersdarlings so if you received any follow from that account during the past week it was me!
If you received any messages it was a scammer attempting to gain access to other accounts please disregard it 💔😔
a/n: finally back, thank you to @thekohai17 for requesting this because lowkey I've had no motivation to write anything... I'm so behind on writing my book series + I literally neglected you guys LMFAO I'm SORRY!! also I'm not editing this because I cringe every time I try to edit my smut one shots like I just can't do it guys my bad if there are any mistakes I'm writing this at 4am
tags: catboy!Xavier, fem reader, jealous Xavier, cunnilingus, pathetic Xavier, whiny Xavier, gentle sex turned rough, kitchen sex... I can't think of anything else
"Is this a joke?" Your boyfriend's voice came from behind you.
Xavier had been in a shitty mood all day. Earlier, he'd purposefully knocked over a glass of water so he could get your attention. He followed you around your shared apartment, his tail curling around your waist. He was clingy.
Almost annoyingly so. But it wasn't irritating you, it was just endearing. You knew he was nearing that phase he had once a month, where he'd get almost uncharacteristically horny -- which was unusual, since he was already insanely freaked out -- and demanded sex every time he laid eyes on you.
You knew you were being purposefully cruel, denying him of the pleasure he so desperately needed, but you wanted your ego stroked a little. What better way to do it than having your cat-boy boyfriend beg for your attention every second of the day?
You set down your phone, whirling around to face him. He was shirtless, his lean muscles on display as his corded forearms flexed with the effort of not reaching for you.
"Is what a joke?" You said, deceptively innocent as you tilted your head.
"You're ignoring me," Xavier whispered, his eyes wide while his lips pulled into a pout. It tugged at your heart strings, but not enough to get you to stop. "Did I do something?"
"No. Why do you ask?"
"You're being off with me," he said, a tinge of vulnerability seeping into his voice. "Usually you... fuck, I don't know. You give me attention every day, you know? And today, you're..."
"Is it because you want sex, Xavier?" You sighed, pretending to be annoyed. You had to turn your back to him so he couldn't see the devilish smile playing on your lips as you knowingly wound him up.
"It's not just for sex, baby," he whimpered, coming to stand behind you, hands wresting on your hips. He kneaded the skin there slightly, softly. As if he was scared you'd leave. "I just want to be close to you. Why don't you want that?"
You schooled your expression and glanced at him from over your shoulder, noticing that his ears had flattened. He looked absolutely distraught.
"Whatever I did, let me make it up to you, okay?" Xavier begged quietly, eyes wide and attentive, as he kneeled slowly. "Please. Don't stay mad at me."
He turned you around to face him fully by your hips, his hands holding you firmly, before he flipped up your skirt. A burning sensation jolted up your thighs, before coming to a stop at your core, when his eyes snagged on your lace panties.
You'd worn them on purpose, of course. But Xavier didn't know that.
A quiet purr emerged from the depths of his throat, his face inching closer to your cunt. "Don't be mad at me anymore," he whispered, his voice a sensual caress. "This'll make it up to you, right?"
"I'm not mad," you groaned, feeling his wet tongue through the lace fabric of your panties caressing your cunt. "But you can keep going if you want."
"Don't lie to me," Xavier said sadly, nudging your underwear away with his nose, inhaling your scent deeply. "You've been ignoring me. Avoiding me. You only do that when you're mad. Stop it."
You couldn't bring yourself to argue, to admit that you were just teasing, because his tongue was on you in seconds. Ravaging you. Pressing against your clit deliciously, venturing deep inside your cunt, causing you to whimper in pleasure and arch your back against the kitchen counter.
The way he sucked on your clit was heavenly, the pressure just right and making you see stars. His ears had shot up to attention, and were now rubbing between your thighs, the smoothness of his fur only further adding to the sensations that threatened to overtake you.
"You taste amazing," he groaned against your pussy lips, before sucking those into his mouth too, not leaving a single drop of your juices behind. "I can't believe I've been missing out on this all day."
He dove back in, this time with his fingers curling up inside of you, pressing against that gummy spot that made your toes curl and eyes roll back. "Is it because you're bored? Do you not enjoy sex with me anymore?"
"It's not that," you choked out, grinding your hips against his face, eagerly seeking out more of the sensations he was willingly giving you. "I'm not bored. At all."
"Why weren't you giving me attention, then?" Xavier asked sadly, as he pulled back from your pussy, only a string of saliva and your wetness connecting you to him.
You clenched around nothing as he retrieved his fingers from inside of you, leaving you empty and wanting more. More of him, more of what he could give you. It was better to just come out with it, right? To just tell him honestly you were fucking with him, because you wanted to see him squirm for your attention. Because you liked how much he wanted you.
The sound of his sweatpants falling to the floor was promptly followed by the feeling of his cock pressing against your entrance, causing your mouth to fall open. Xavier swooped in and covered your lips with his, tongue swiping out to meet yours sloppily as he pushed himself in.
"I was just teasing," you breathed against his lips between kisses. "I'm sorry."
He drove into you with slow, languid thrusts that left no room for thought, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Xavier's head dropped to your shoulder, unable to keep himself from moaning with each movement.
He was always so vocal, and you loved it.
"Why would you tease me like that, baby?" He asked quietly, his voice so torn it turned you on even more, if possible. Xavier's tail came to wrap around your calves, locking your legs in place around his waist, as he began to plough into you faster. Harder.
You couldn't keep up with the force or speed of his thrusts, every one of his movements shifting you further across the kitchen counter, your back hitting into the kettle and spice rack behind you. But you couldn't bring yourself to care. You were getting mind-numbingly fucked by your desperate boyfriend.
You could clean up later. This couldn't wait.
"You were teasing me." He growled into your neck, fingers digging into your thighs, spreading you apart as his cock split you open. "I've been following you all day, worried sick that you were going to leave me, and you were just teasing?"
A string of curses fell from his lips as he fucked up into you, undoubtedly touching your cervix with each thrust, and you felt his teeth dig into your shoulder.
"You're going to take my cock like a good girl to make up for the harm you've done to my feelings," he bit out bitterly. "Got it?"
"Yes," you said shakily.
"Louder." Xavier demanded, right hand coming down on your ass.
"Yes! I understand," you whimpered. From the pain his swat gave you, or the pleasure of the sex, you didn't know.
"Good," he growled. "I'm going to finish inside of you."
The idea shouldn't have aroused you as much as it did, but your body was a horny little slut, and it betrayed you the first chance it got. Your legs began to tremble as a string of incoherent words spilled from your lips, before Xavier licked up a small trail of saliva running down your chin eagerly.
"You just fucking clenched around me," Xavier whispered against your throat. "You want to take my cum?"
Fuck him and his dirty words.
"Yes," you whimpered. "I do."
"Then take it," he groaned, sucking on one of your nipples, flicking around the hardened bud with his tongue as he fucked into you harder, and harder, and harder, before a wave of hotness washed over you, temporarily immobilising you.
You couldn't speak, couldn't hear because of the ringing in your ears, and definitely couldn't move.
But he was still going, still moving inside of you, as the both of your fluids mingled in your pussy. He was pushing it in deeper, letting it sit in your womb, as he pampered your collarbones, chest and neck with sloppy kisses.
"Good girl," he whispered. "You can take a bit more, right?"
author’s note: 🗒️ oh i’ve had so much fun writing this. <3 talk to me about the lads men 😫💞
-> xavier *ੈ✩‧₊˚ legs up in a V
xavier loves control. loves precision. he loves to humble you at times when he switches from the cutest, most adorable little snuggly bear to the hardest dom you’ve ever seen. the eyes switch, the demeanor switches, and you love it.
he has your legs pushed up in a trembling v, hands wrapped around your thighs like restraints, your cunt exposed and twitching, so sore and swollen it’s almost pulsing. he loves the way his cock digs into your velvety walls, slippery sounds of him pumping you full echoing through his apartment.
his voice is calm, low, calculated.
“don’t move, princess. i want to see everything. i want to see your face when you cum, when it’s xavier making you cum — and not lumiere.”
he’s slow with it—methodical, hitting that perfect spot every single time while he watches your body tremble beneath him like an experiment unraveling. your hands claw at the sheets, lips parted in ruined moans, and he just smirks. jealousy dripping, conceited and oh- so so horny.
“mm. there. that reaction. that’s the one i wanted.”
-> zayne *ੈ✩‧₊˚ cowgirl
zayne wants you on top. not always, but on the occasions when he wants to see you struggling to fit his thick, fat cock inside you. when he wants to reduce you from a big, baddie hunter, to his subby little angel who’s sobbing because her pussy feels too full.
he lays back with that lazy, cocky smile, hands behind his head, muscles golden and taut like he’s built to be ridden. head leaned against the headboard.
“go on, little one. show me what that pretty body’s made for.”
he watches every bounce. every grind. his hands slide up your waist, your thighs, gripping your ass as you lose rhythm and start crying from how deep he hits. he would wipe your tears tenderly, peppering sweet kisses — “look at you, so little and so cute for me like this. sometimes i wonder if this is what you’re made for.”
“hmm, already falling apart? and here i thought you were gonna ride me like a good girl.”
he pulls you down, sucks a bruise into your neck, and mutters against your ear
“don’t stop now. i’m not done watching you yet.”
-> sylus *ੈ✩‧₊˚ doggy-style
sylus doesn’t just fuck you. he hunts you from behind. it’s like your predator chasing you. his thick, girthy & veinny cock loves when your pussy tries to run away from it. swollen & desperate, how your body lurches forward when he pumps you full. his heavy balls slapping against your clit.
has you on all fours, back arched, cunt dripping, and one hand pressing your spine down harder every time you try to lift your head. sometimes he would hold your shoulder, muttering softly, “ah ah ah— don’t run away now, sweetie.” voice laced with that soft mockery that you love oh so much.
“no, stay like that. let me see everything.”
his pace is brutal. steady. punishing. he watches your ass ripple, your thighs shake, your mouth gape into the mattress like you’re trying to scream but forgot how.
“look at that. twitching already? good. you’ll remember this one.”
and when you whimper out “sy—sylus—please—”
“mm-mm, sure kitten. you want to be bred by me just say so…” and you do, so badly.
-> caleb *ੈ✩‧₊˚ prone-bone
caleb’s all about ownership. he wants you to know he owns you, he wants everyone to know he owns you, he wants your body, your soul, everything related to you to know & remember — you’re his.
he lays you flat on your stomach, legs spread just enough, hips tilted up & a pillow underneath as he sinks in deep, pinning you under his body like you’re his. and you’re meant to be pliant & take it.
“don’t move, baby. i got you.”
his arms are tight around your waist, face pressed to the back of your neck, lips brushing your ear as he fucks you in slow, aching rolls that make your clit throb against the sheets.
“feel that? how deep i am? how i’m not letting you go?”
he grinds deeper, and you sob, trembling from how much you’re taking. caleb’s not small, and both of you know that. the way your pesky cervix stops him from forcing more of him deeper, harder..
“you don’t have to do a thing, angel. just lie there and come on my cock.” and you don’t. you just lay there and watch him, feel him make you see stars.
-> rafayel *ੈ✩‧₊˚ mating press
rafayel wants to own your soul. he’s waited for you so long & his stupid lemurian instincts want you to so many times to feel satiated…
he folds you in half, presses your knees to your chest, and thrusts so deep it feels like he’s kissing your womb with every stroke. he really is, and in the back of his head if the position is called — a mating press. then he should be able to make you pregnant.
“you’re mine, cutie. say it.”
his hand is on your throat, his other pressed to your belly where he can feel himself inside you. you’re gasping, leaking, absolutely gone. “say you’re mine~” he almost sing songs, the way your pupils have dilated from the sheer pleasure in your nerves only makes him chuckle a little. oh he’s gone so far deep.
“look at how your body opens for me. like it knows who it belongs to.”
and when you start shaking—so overstimmed you’re crying? oh how can his cock not erupt and fill you up? over & over & over?
⭑.ᐟ SUMMARY — When Caleb has to move in with you for a week, a jealous Xavier is eager to drive him out by fucking you loud enough for him to hear.
⭑.ᐟ CW — 18+ MDNI, smut, jealousy (ofc), soft dom bf!xavi, fsub!reader, threesome, praise, dirty talk, oral (m and f receiving), multiple orgasms, overstim, cum eating, fingering, exhibitionism, PIV, slight aftercare, Xavier being an overall menace to Caleb's peace of mind and vice versa
⭑.ᐟ NOTES — dream tag team btw HAPPY KINKTOBER! this fic became longer than than expected bc Xavier wouldn't get off reader and give Caleb a turn smh
Xavier is pouting at the doorway again.
He's had that look on his face ever since you told him about Caleb staying at your place while his home is being renovated. You aren't going to leave Caleb on the streets, and Xavier’s sad eyes aren't going to sway you.
While you fluff up the extra pillow for Caleb's place on the couch, Xavier slides up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to his chest.
“He's a Colonel, right? Doesn't he have the money to afford a hotel?”
“Just because he can, doesn't mean he should waste the money when I have a perfectly comfortable couch available.”
“I sleep on the couch too,” he grumbles into your neck. His huff tickles your skin, and you wiggle in his arms.
You laugh, “when was the last time you actually slept on the couch?”
Maybe before the two of you got together, Xavier would crash on your couch when he was too tired to go up to his place. Now, he has a home in your bed and hasn't looked back since. And you doubt he's going to give up the chance to cuddle up to you at night just because he doesn't want Caleb on your couch.
His arms tighten around you and he says nothing.
You drop the pillow to move to the kitchen, where your phone is resting on the island, but Xavier doesn't let go. You try prying his arms off, but he's like a clingy baby koala.
“Xavier, let go!” You groan, squirming in his grasp. “I wanna see if he’s close.”
“He’s probably stuck in traffic.”
You can't really argue there. Most 9-5s are ending now, and everyone's probably racing home, clogging up the streets. But Caleb will still let you know when he's set to arrive.
Xavier’s hand wanders up your chest, groping the soft mound of your breasts through your—actually his—t-shirt. “And there's plenty of time before he gets here.”
“We shouldn't…” you sigh, but despite your best efforts, your body betrays you as it arches into his palm, leaning into the tender touches. You melt into him, letting your head lean back onto his shoulder.
You've been tense the past few days, prepping for Caleb's arrival by fixing up your apartment and keeping Xavier’s growing, green monster at bay. Letting off a little steam with him won't be so bad…
“Okay,” you relent, turning yourself to face him. He doesn't take his arms off of you, resting them on your ass instead and massaging the soft flesh. “But we have to be quick.”
Xavier responds by kissing you, dipping to grab your thighs and hoisting you up around his waist. Your legs wrap around him as you cling to his neck, leaning deeper into the kiss. He wastes no time bringing you to the bedroom, leaving behind your cellphone.
—
“F-Fuck!” You cry, chest heaving as Xavier’s tongue works a third orgasm from you. Your weak attempts to squirm away only force him to pull you against his tongue so he can continue toying with your swollen bud. Your hands curl into your pillow as more unabashed moans fall from your lips.
He switches his tongue with his fingers and moves to lap at your dripping pussy. “Mm, you taste so good, baby,” he sighs, leaving a kiss on your pussy before diving his tongue back into your fluttering hole. He eats you out like he's starved. Your previous orgasms are smeared across his lips and chin.
“Xavier,” you moan, “I'm gonna come.”
He hums into you, rubbing your clit faster. You fall over the edge again, squealing his name as he helps you ride out your orgasm.
Your body sinks into the mattress in the aftermath, embracing the soft glow of the setting sun enveloping your body and the slight glow coming from Xavier.
When he comes up, settling between your thighs, he slips two fingers into you without warning.
“Ah!” You tense as he glides his fingers between your sensitive walls with a wet shlick! You grab his wrist and push his hand away. “You're insatiable, seriously!”
“So are you.”
You don't deny it, responding only by sticking your tongue out and laying back to try and catch your breath.
But, a faint ringing catches your attention. Your cellphone. You sit up, startling Xavier whose hands had already started wandering back between your thighs.
“Oh no! What time is it?”
You look out the window, catching the sun fading beneath the horizon in an orange and red hue. It's been at least an hour since you got into bed with Xavier from what you can tell.
You rush off the bed only for your legs to buckle. Xavier catches you in time to sit you back on the edge.
“Caleb will probably be here any second!”
“It's okay. Take your time,” he says, rubbing circles on your thigh with his thumb.
You breathe in slowly and work your way up to stand like a newborn fawn, Xavier’s hand hovering at your back the entire time. Glance around the room for your scattered clothes, you successfully spot your t-shirt at the base of the bed but not your underwear. You slip your shirt on, foregoing your underwear for now, and rush to the kitchen for your phone that has gone dark again.
There's four missed calls, all from Caleb with the earliest being from ten minutes ago. You frown when you spot the texts he sent between each call.
7:16 PM: why aren't you answering? busy?
7:20 PM: you ignoring me??? :’((
7:23 PM: call me back. i'm here
The last message sends a chill down your spine. It's the most recent message and judging by the timestamp, you hadn't… finished.
Mortification turns to panic when your phone lights up with his smiling photo and rings. You mouth a curse to yourself before swiping to answer his call.
“Hello?” You cringe at the rasp in your voice and clear your throat.
“Where’ve you been? I was gettin’ a little worried.” His response is immediate and almost stern despite his attempts to keep his tone light.
“Sorry, I was, um… busy.” You cringe at your own pathetic excuse and pray he doesn't question it further. It’s even more pathetic when you feel something begin to drip down your thighs.
“Uh huh.”
You wince at his unamused tone and turn the conversation, “So, you're outside my place right now?”
“I'm outside your door.”
You swear your heart stops.
“Oh, okay! One sec then. I have to get dressed.”
Caleb mutters something about you making a guest wait, but you're too busy rushing to the bedroom to hear and hanging up the phone.
Xavier is sitting on the bed with those sad eyes again, leaning against his palms with his sweats hung low on his hips. You can still see the outline of his cock against them.
“Maybe we can continue later,” you offer, leaving him with a chaste kiss before fleeing to the bathroom. His hand moves for yours, but comes just out of reach.
Grabbing your concealer, you get to work covering up the marks Xavier left behind on the column of your throat. Rushing through the process doesn't cover them completely, but you convince yourself it's not too noticeable by the time you get to the third hickey.
He comes into the room behind you, wrapping himself around you again and resting his chin on your shoulder. His frown doesn't leave as you dab away his marks. He preoccupies himself by raising your shirt, revealing your bare center and essence still smeared over your thighs.
“Can you get me a towel?”
“Why?” He swipes at your thigh, collecting your cum, and licks his fingers as you stare at his tongue gliding up each digit. His eyes flicker to yours in the mirror. “I can clean you up without it.”
You tear your gaze away, trying to tamp down the heat rising in your body, and put on the finishing touches of powder. “C-Come on, I can't keep Caleb waiting forever.”
You pull out of his grasp, reaching for a bottle of perfume and spritzing it over your neck before heading toward your drawers for a pair of underwear and shorts with Xavier hovering close behind. Once they're on, you finally get to the front door and open it.
Caleb is there, backpack and duffle bag in hand, with a pink flush across his cheeks and dusting the tips of his ears. His eyes run over your figure, lingering on your bare legs and barely visible hickeys before glancing at a shirtless Xavier, who's still licking you off his fingers.
You can't deny the spark in your chest when seeing his flustered expression. Could he have been at your door while you and Xavier…
He clears his throat, scratching the back of his neck. “Hey. Thought you changed your mind or somethin’.”
“No way!” You reassure, waving him inside, “this will be just like those sleepovers we used to have. I’m not passing that up!”
“Sleepovers?” Xavier mutters under his breath as you guide Caleb to the couch.
“Hey, Xavi,” Caleb chirps as he passes.
“Hi,” Xavier deadpans.
The two of them are reluctant acquaintances at best, brought together only by your close relation to the other. While Caleb enjoys teasing, Xavier only gives him the cold shoulder. They're a nightmare together. One is always trying to draw your attention away from the other, unable to fathom the idea of sharing you or your time.
You huff, grabbing both their jaws to shake their heads. “Behave.”
The last thing you want is for them to start bickering over nothing.
“Sorry, pips,” Caleb laughs, holding his hands up in surrender.
“Sorry, baby,” Xavier says, grabbing your wrist to tug you to his chest.
This will definitely be a long week…
—
The three of you agreed to go out for hot pot since Xavier had a coupon, and dinner is pleasant, neither one making any teasing jabs or obviously pretending the other doesn't exist. It's mainly you and Caleb talking about what you've been up to at work while Xavier quietly eats, occasionally making comments.
So by the time you're back at your apartment, Caleb is the first to yawn and get ready for bed, stating he has a longer commute to work now that he's in Linkon.
You wish him a goodnight, reminding him there are extra blankets and pillows in the closet and he can call you if he needs anything, before clicking your bedroom door shut.
Xavier is laying on your bed, in fresh pjs with his eyes shut. His chest rises and falls in a slow, familiar pattern.
You carefully tiptoe through your bedroom to shower and change. When you slip into bed with Xavier, fully intent on cozying up to him and drifting off, he's propping his head up on one arm and looking down at you with lowered lids.
“Is it ‘later’ yet?”
“Huh?”
“You said we’d continue later.”
“Oh,” you reply lamely, furrowing your brows, “but Caleb’s here now.”
He positions himself over you, trapping you between his arms. His head falls into your shoulder, nuzzling against the soft skin of your neck. “I’ll be quiet.”
You bite your lip as his stiffening cock brushes against your thigh. When your pussy begins to ache, you want to curse. This is so, so wrong to want while Caleb sleeps behind your door, but that throbbing ache is growing and spreading through your body almost painfully.
“You,” you swallow thickly, “You promise?”
You feel him smile against your skin. “Promise.”
“Okay…”
By the time three of Xavier’s fingers are stuffed inside of your dripping pussy, you have your hands clamped over your mouth. You are still keenly aware that Caleb is just outside your bedroom door, and you pray to whatever benevolent God that is out there that he can't hear the slick sounds of your pussy as Xavier fucks an orgasm out of you with his fingers.
You're hardly recovered when Xavier lines his cock at your entrance, asking, “Can I put it in?”
You nod, still dazed from your orgasm, “mhm.”
“Hm, what was that?” He rocks back and forth at your soaked entrance, teasing your aching pussy. He can slip in anytime he wants, stretch you open so good, but he just has to torture you a little first.
“Yes,” you whisper frantically, blindly reaching behind and scratching his hip to push him in.
“Louder.”
Your eyes flicker towards the door, before you try again. “Please- ahh!”
Xavier fills you without warning, grabbing your jaw before you can bury your face in the pillows. Your moan is loud, uninhibited, practically bouncing off the walls.
“F-Fuck,” you gasp, clamping both hands over your mouth.
When he starts rocking his hips into you, your breathing becomes labored, desperate for mouthfuls of air instead, but you don't trust yourself to remove your hands.
True to his word, Xavier hardly makes any noise, but you on the other hand are struggling to contain your muffled whimpers, “mmph, mhm, mm!”
“I love when you moan my name,” he murmurs. “Can you do that for me, baby? Please?”
You shake your head, tears forming in your eyes when he stops moving entirely. You desperately clench around him, urging him to keep moving.
“C’mon,” he pleads, “just once.”
As an internal battle rages in your mind, he plays with your breast while he waits, pinching and rubbing your hardened bud.
“Mmm,” you moan, losing the war in your head and slowly lowering your hands to grip the sheets, “please keep going, Xavier.”
You cry his name again, arching against him as he thrusts into you. When he rolls you into your stomach to fuck you prone, your hands stay balled in the sheets with you lips still parted, moaning with each thrust.
The pleasure flooding your system fogs your mind until all you can focus on is the feeling of his cock bullying your sloppy pussy. Your orgasm is quick and pulls another whine from your throat.
“S-So good,” Xavier pants, nosing the shell of your ear. “You make the prettiest sounds.”
You hum at his praise and in the back of your mind hope Caleb is a deep sleeper.
—
In the morning not much is different, except for the pink blush creeping up Caleb’s neck as he stares at the wall when saying good morning.
You promise yourself you won't give in again. Last night was just a moment of weakness and you were only continuing what you had started earlier.
But then night falls and Xavier seems just as insatiable, grabbing you as you shut the door after saying goodnight to Caleb. He has you pressed against the wall, kissing your neck down to your chest. You tear your clothes off soon after and he takes you against the wall this time. Your teeth dig into his shoulder to cover up your whimpers and it only makes him drive his cock into you harder.
And the week goes on, every night Xavier finds new ways to split you open while you try your hardest not to make another sound.
You wish you could say you were doing good at burying your face in the pillows, biting his shoulders, or muffling yourself with your hands. But really, you aren't.
By the end of the week, Caleb is packing his bags and getting ready to move back into his place. You're completely sore all over and littered in hickeys from Xavier’s insatiable need to fuck you every night.
“Bye, Caleb!” You pull him into a hug which he returns fully, even lifting you a bit off your feet. Your body protests with aches jolting through your limbs, but you force down the groan.
He sets you down, steadying you when your legs seem to want to give out. “See ya. Thanks again for hosting me. Maybe we can all go out for hot pot again soon. My treat.”
You laugh with an eager nod, already salivating over all the free food. “Sure, it's a date!”
As soon as you wave off Caleb, Xavier is already grabbing your hand and leading you to the couch.
“Finally,” he mumbles under his breath, pushing you onto the cushions. You sit back as he spreads your legs open and kneels.
“Again?” You squeak.
“The couch smells like him,” he grumbles, pressing down on your clit through your panties. Your legs attempt to shut, but he holds them back.
“I think I owe him a lifetime of therapy bills,” you sigh, resting your head to look up at the ceiling.
Xavier hums as he peels off your panties, tossing them over his shoulder. “But you liked it, didn't you?”
“What?” You tense as his hands slide up your thighs.
“You liked knowing he could hear you.”
“I-”
Did you like it? You don't want your relationship with Caleb to be awkward or tense, but at the same time you've always loved to tease him, testing the limits of how far you could go to make him blush. Knowing that he could hear every filthy moan and creak of the bed, turned you on as twisted as it seemed. Maybe that's why you always gave into Xavier.
He rests both hands on your thighs. “It's okay, you don't need to lie.”
“Are you mad?” You brush back his silvery hair that hides his eyes from you. He's not looking at you, keeping his hardened gaze at your navel.
“No,” he says quietly.
You lean down, cupping his jaw with both your hands to raise his face to look you in the eyes. “I love you. And I choose you—I do. Always.”
For so long your relationship with Caleb had sat on a precarious edge, teetering the line between friends and something more. But, you chose Xavier and whatever line you could've crossed with Caleb was gone.
“I trust you.” His lips curve in a soft smile as he cradles one of your hands. He kisses your palm. “I’m a little jealous, maybe, but never mad.”
The relief is a weight off your shoulder, bringing a smile to your face. You pull him into a kiss that leads to him climbing on top of you, tugging your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra.
“I love you too,” he hums, peppering kisses down your collarbone and dipping into the valley of your breasts.
You giggle, playing with the soft hair at the nape of his neck. “You know, it's kinda hot when you're jealous.”
He moves down your stomach, kissing the spots where his previous marks begin to fade. “Really?”
“Yeah, I mean, you're always so calm and in control.”
Xavier rarely lets his emotions slip, so much so he comes off as aloof to most people he meets. You know he's anything but though—he’s loyal, gentle, and attentive. Still, it's rare for you to see him display any negative emotions.
“It’s nice to see this side of you once in a while.” Bonus for you, he fucks your brains out with twice the stamina.
“Really? You couldn't wait another couple of hours or somethin’? I swear, you two fuck like rabbits,” Caleb scoffs, dropping his bags to the floor and shutting the door.
You jolt up, grabbing for the blankets to cover up.
“Why are you back?” Xavier grumbles, shifting the blanket higher over your chest.
Caleb bends down to pull a plug from the wall outlet. He responds plainly, “I forgot my charger.”
Instead of leaving with another goodbye, Caleb lingers, eyes grazing over the outline of your figure beneath the sheets. He swallows, Adams apple bobbing before tearing his gaze away.
“You know, I really tried ignorin’ it, but after the second night I knew you were doin’ it on purpose,” he says pointedly at Xavier.
“Doing what?” Xavier cocks his head, wide blue eyes looking at Caleb.
Caleb scoffs, “don't play stupid.”
“Play? I'm not playing at anything.” The sickly sweet, oblivious tone in Xavier’s voice drips with derision.
You groan, “stop it, both of you.”
Anymore of this and you'll have to shove them both out of your apartment.
You're about to apologize when Caleb turns his attention to you. “You're not innocent either.”
You huff, looking away, “You're just fun to tease.”
“Tease!? You call that teasin’? You had me rock hard every night,” he groans.
Xavier speaks next, “why don't you help him with that then?”
You turn to Xavier, jaw dropped. That is the last thing you ever expected him to say, especially when he was so pouty about having Caleb around.
“I trust you,” he says simply as if he's reading your incredulous mind. “If this is what you want to do.”
You glance over at Caleb whose red flush has a devious smile crossing your lips. Like you said, so fun to tease. His jaw ticks, sweeping over the marks laid across your skin by Xavier.
You nod, pulling your lip between your teeth. “I do.”
“You’re both okay with this?” Caleb gawks. “Are you sure?”
“Why so shocked? You think you can steal her from me?”
Maybe it's the challenging stare from Xavier or you dropping the blanket from your chest that makes Caleb finally step forward.
“Dunno, let's see.”
—
How did I end up here, you think to yourself when Xavier’s bare chest molds against your back. His warm hands slide up the curve of your stomach to your breasts, fondling each of them.
I don't ever want to leave, you decide when Caleb slips into view in front of you. His eyes flit over your exposed body, committing every curve to memory. There are hickeys left by Xavier on your neck and chest, some fresh others fading, placed throughout the week. Your nipples are pebbled thanks to Xavier’s teasing fingers, pinching and rubbing, and even lower, your drooling cunt is weeping down your thigh.
Caleb smears your slick up your thigh, tracing your folds and fluttering hole. He teases the tip of his finger into the heat of your cunt that attempts to clench around nothing.
You shudder and groan, trying to hide your face in Xavier's neck, but he takes your chin to guide you back. His grip is firm, but he isn't rough as he turns your attention back onto Caleb.
“Why are you running away already?” Xavier coos into your ear, soft lips brushing down the sensitive skin of your neck. He presses light kisses against faded hickeys. “We’re just getting started.”
“More,” you moan, leaning into Xavier's lips and shifting your hips against Caleb’s curious fingers.
“Sit then,” Xavier instructs.
You comply, pulling yourself out of their grasp to settle on the couch with your dripping cunt on display. Your hands trail down your body, playing with your tits before sinking lower to press your swollen bud, soaking in the rapt attention of the two men.
Caleb can't take his eyes off your pretty pussy, barely holding himself back from ripping your hand away to replace it with his tongue.
Xavier watches your mouth part, sighs and gasps spilling out of it. He nudges Caleb, pulling him out of his trance. “What are you waiting for? Get on your knees.”
He doesn't need to speak twice. Caleb gets down between your thighs like it's his home, taking your fingers and replacing them with his. He dips one finger into the entrance of your slick heat that eagerly welcomes him in.
“Mm, I can take more,” you whine, bucking your hips into his hand. “Please, Caleb.”
He curses under his breath and moves forward, his lips ghosting over your clit. He looks up at you as if he’s still hesitant.
Your fingers curl through his hair, nudging him closer, as you nod your silent permission.
Once his lips meet your clit, he dives into a frenzy like he's been completely starved. He licks and sucks, simultaneously fingering you, curling his digits against your spongey walls.
You writhe against his attention. Your thighs threaten to squeeze around his head as your hand tugs his hair, but Xavier slips beside you, keeping you spread.
“My pretty girl,” Xavier hums, kissing your neck, “you're doing so good for us.”
Caleb spreads your folds, replacing his finger with his tongue, dipping into your center to taste you.
With Xavier whispering praise in your ear and Caleb devouring your pussy, it's no surprise when you come on his tongue, gushing and crying out his name.
“You taste so good,” Caleb gasps, pulling your thighs over his shoulder.
You whimper, trying to squirm away when Caleb’s nose nudges against your clit as his tongue spreads you open to clean up every drop of cum. Your thighs tremble around his head as he laps at you with a flat tongue. “Ngh, I-I can't,” you pant, clawing at the couch when the sensitivity grows too much.
Caleb lets out a choked noise as he's abruptly ripped from your pussy. With the stimulation gone, you look down to see Xavier has a tight grip on Caleb's necklace, holding him back like he’s nothing but a dog on a leash.
His dog tag and charm sway against the column of his neck as a red flush creeps up the base. Caleb pants, your cum still smeared down his chin and lips, leaving behind a glossy sheen.
“That’s enough,” Xavier commands, authority dripping from his voice. Cold blue eyes glare down on him. A rare look on Xavier, you hardly even see him fight Wanderers with such intensity.
“F-Fine,” Caleb chokes out, gritting his teeth when Xavier tugs once more before releasing him. He climbs to his feet. Caleb towers over you, limp on the couch, with a predatory gaze. Arousal pools in your stomach again as you look at the bulge straining against his pants.
“Need help with that?” You lay your hand flat against him, feeling the thickness of his cock against your palm.
“Fuck yes,” he sighs, grabbing your wrist to guide your hand to rub him through his pants.
Xavier taps your thigh and gestures for you to move up. He slips in behind you and sits you back down on his lap where you feel his own stiff cock press against your ass.
“Go on.” Xavier nudges your hand, guiding it against Caleb’s bulge. “Put your lips on his cock, baby.”
You unzip Caleb's pants with trembling fingers because Xavier takes his own cock out to tease against your entrance, smearing your juices over himself, before he slips in. You paw at Caleb’s abdomen as the stretch pulls a moan from you.
Xavier grinds you down on his cock, holding your hips to rock you back and forth. He takes his time with your body, moving slowly to let you feel him fully inside you.
You’re clenching around him—desperate to have his finger on your clit, bounce you on his cock, kiss your neck. But he falls against the cushions, watching you writhe and tense, with a lowered gaze, no intention of going any faster than the languid pace he set.
You try to sneak your hand between your legs, but Caleb catches your wrist.
“Don't-” he gasps, gripping your wrist to guide you back to his cock, “don't forget about me.”
You lean forward, pressing a kiss to the fabric over his cock. “Sorry,” you murmur, slipping your hand into his pants to pull him free.
Caleb bucks into your hand when you wrap around his thick girth, swiping your thumb over his pearly, leaking tip. The whining moan that escapes him encourages you to give kitten licks at the salty precum smeared around his head.
“Shit,” he hisses, gripping the back of your neck to push your pliant lips further around his cock.
You take him in, moaning as he stretches your lips and bullies his way into your warm mouth. In turn, your pussy clenches around Xavier, making him groan and buck into you, pushing you further along Caleb’s cock until your nose meets his coarse pubic hair and his tip hits the back of your throat.
“Mmph!” You choke around his cock, eyes beginning to water as you try adjusting to his size stretching out your throat. You begin to bob your head, sucking and flattening your tongue against him.
His head falls back as he groans, thrusting into your wanting mouth and digs his fingers into your neck, guiding your rhythm.
Xavier, getting bored of being a watchful participant, takes your hips and drops you down on his cock, earning a choked moan from you. He uses your body like his own personal flashlight, moving you up and down at his own intense pace.
“Doing so well for us, baby,” Xavier grunts, his breathing growing staggered.
“God, your—ngh—mouth feels so fuckin’ good,” Caleb groans.
Being fucked by Xavier and Caleb is frenzied, pulling you in opposite directions to be met only with overwhelming pleasure on both sides. They use you, take you, giving until it becomes all you can think about. The tight grip of Caleb's hand against your neck as he thrusts himself down your throat to Xavier's cock splitting you open, fucking you so deep each time.
All it takes is Xavier bringing his hand around to rub your clit to make you gush all over him, moaning around Caleb and digging your nails into his hips. With your cunt squeezing and sucking Xavier in, he can't hold back his own orgasm, spilling deep inside you with one final thrust.
Your orgasm leaves you trembling, but it doesn't stop you from helping Caleb finish.
“She's so pretty, isn't she? Taking you like a good girl,” Xavier rasps.
Caleb moans out an indecipherable mumble.
“Is this what you imagined when you heard her moaning my name for the past week?”
“F-Fuck you,” Caleb growls.
You run your tongue along the base of his cock, kissing the tip, before taking him in your mouth again.
Caleb’s moans grow along with the wet, squelching sounds of you sucking him off.
“Are you going to come in her mouth?” Xavier asks, continuing to tease. “Wishing you could come inside her?”
“Mm, yes,” Caleb admits, brows furrowing as his thrusts grow sloppy. He comes down your throat after a few more thrusts, seed and spit spilling from your lips as he keeps you on his cock.
You swallow the salty cum when he pulls you off, making a show to lick the corners of your lips as he watches.
“Damn, you're killing me,” he groans, running a hand through his slick hair.
“You did so good.” Xavier pulls you back into his arms with his cock still in you, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. Warm hands glide over your stomach as you melt into him, not caring that your bodies are much too hot and sticky to be so close right now.
Caleb fidgets, like he's not sure of his place anymore, turning away to your kitchen. “I'll go get you some water.”
You watch as he walks away, the muscles of his back glistening with sweat and his pants hanging low off his waist.
You're sure there is more the two of you have to discuss later, but for now you settle against Xavier with one thought—you should let Caleb stay over more often…
A/N: I like to imagine Xavier gives Caleb major side eye everytime the see each other ehe let me know what you thought + rbs always appreciated! thanks for reading (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
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