tags : long fic, porn with plot, prince!xavier x knight!reader, separate from the lightseeker era we know and more of a different royal au, slight angst, hurt/comfort, slowburn ish, mutual yearning, slight miscommunication (well it's xavier…), still has soft fluffy moments though, use of "my prince" "my liege" "your highness" from reader, kisses, first time, oral (f. receiving), heavy petting, vaginal sex, overall soft sex and very vanilla moments, slight use of pet names "angel" and "my queen" towards the end from xavier.
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With a single word and a gentle touch, you turned a moment into forever.
Like many things between the two of you, it became routine.
One kiss, and then the second—it happened just the next night. Just as quiet, just as soft, just as gentle.
You hadn’t expected it, not really. You'd wished for it, sure, but you fully believed it to be a one-time-thing—
It wasn't.
Because that next night, he'd invited you in again. Another cup of tea, more idle chatter, something normal—
And then he walked you to the door.
Again.
He stood a moment long, and then you knew, and when his lips brushed yours in another sweet, sweet kiss, you could feel your heart soaring.
Again.
That night, there were still no words exchanged. Just a small, shy, mutual smile, and then the door closing softly behind you.
And after that, it became a rhythm. A routine. He would find you in quiet hallways with an unspoken glance; you would fall into step beside him without hesitation. Sometimes your hands brushed as you walked—accidental at first, then not so accidental. A ghost of a touch. A curl of fingers, before either of you would still remember to pull away.
And some nights, you'd wait by the door, unsure if you'll be invited in again But every time, the door still opened before you could knock.
Some nights, he would still be dressed in formal attire, a little disheveled, a little distracted, a little tired. Other nights, he was comfortable to be in less—a simple linen shirt, maybe even sleep clothes. His sleeves were always rolled to the forearm; gaze was always more relaxed.
Still, always handsome.
And you never really quite talked about the kisses. About the affection, the comfort, the—whatever this was.
They just happened. Folded into the end of each evening, like clockwork—like punctuation.
A kiss by the door. A hand brushing your wrist. A touch on the small of your back as you passed him a folded report.
It took 21 days to form a habit, but sometimes you'd think that this even took less—that was how natural it was. You could breathe, and you would breathe him in. Enough so for you to dream lighter, now. You'd to sleep with the tingle of his lips; wake up with the memory of it.
Naturally, of course, the court remained unaware. In whatever had pulled you close like this, you were still able to keep a straight face around the others. The guards still spoke of it as nothing, and if anyone noticed the way your gazes lingered longer than they should, then they didn't seem to dare touch on the matter in the first place.
It was enough, at least. For you. For him, hopefully.
And then night after night, as the castle settled into quiet and the corridors dimmed to a warm glow, you returned to him.
Always to him.
And you wished, deep in your heart, that it would always last forever.
&—
Of course it didn't.
A bond built in secret—how long, truly, could that last?
You kept your head down when you first heard it.
The palace walls were thin—decidedly so. You'd never cared for it, not before, but now it meant something. Words seeped through the cracks; like vines on a wall, winding, and winding, and—
Choking.
Two noblemen lingered in the corridor. Their voices were low, but not low enough. You could make out, still, what they were saying.
“A match with the House would secure the borderlands for a generation.”
“Well, I believe he’ll fall in line. He has no choice, if it's for the Kingdom.”
“But they say he’s taken to spending time with his knight, that woman. I'd heard she was his personal guard."
"Goodness! Then what would that look like, come delegation day?”
It stung.
You felt the bile build up in your chest, in your throat—
You could throw up.
You almost did.
And you turned, left—your hands clenched into fists at your sides, your limbs tense as you walked. You couldn't bear to hear any more.
It had been weeks.
One, or two—but more than enough for you to live in that pretty little illusion, and now it was time to stop it.
Xavier hadn't told you.
Just last night, you'd shared another soft little kiss—that one was longer than most, you almost stayed.
Almost.
Almost.
But he hadn't told you.
And how long had there been talks of this? How long had he been betrothed to a noble girl? How long had he known? Could he kiss you, still, despite all of this being said? Could he be with you, nightly, despite the arrangements being made for his hand?
When you entered your room, you went straight for your bed. Sat in it in silence, hung your head down in disdain.
Tears pricked at your eyes. Even in its absence, your armor weighed heavy. Right on your heart.
It was the weight of what you were.
You didn't go to him, that night. Not this, not the next, not the nights even after. And each evening that you'd steeled yourself not to knock on his door, a part of you ached like you'd gone too long holding your breath.
Because you'd never even spoken of what you were.
Never defined those soft, goodnight kisses, the brushing of fingers when no one looked, the stolen moments of laughter, of shared glances—things that warmed you, comforted you, made you feel… safe.
For you, it had been enough.
Just spending time with him like that, it had been enough.
Until it wasn't.
And still, you couldn't quite pretend that you hadn't seen it coming.
Xavier moved differently, now. His shoulders were tense in court, his eyes flicking towards you from across the room more often, as though checking to see if you'd still be there. You noticed it. It was hurting him as much as you, you could see it. You knew him well enough. Still, despite the secrets, you knew him well enough.
But this distance was necessary.
If 15 centimeters had shortened into 5, had dissolved into nothingness—
It had grown, since even longer.
15 centimeters to 20, to 30. To one foot, then two—a meter, then more.
The space between you had grown, even when physically, you were only just a few paces apart at all.
And it just had to be that way.
It had to be that way.
So why were you crying?
Why, then, where you turning down this corridor—were you heading to his chambers—
Why, then, was it so difficult to leave?
It was the fourth night, like this. Habitual movements. Heart thrumming with an ache that pulsed at your throat.
You were there before you could think; in front of the door, closed, that you were so familiar with.
Your hand lifted—
You didn't knock.
"This is stupid," you murmured, a pained whisper beneath your breath.
And then—
"…Is that what you think?"
Your heart stopped.
You didn't need to turn to see who had spoken, but—
You did, anyway.
Slowly, guiltily. You turned, let your eyes fall onto his figure, immediately falling into those blue, blue eyes…
Immediately finding that they weren't, now, as bright as you had known them to be.
"I… I wasn't…"
You tried to speak, but your words fell short. You'd forgotten how, almost. 21 days to form a habit, and it had been even less for it to break.
He stepped forward. “You’ve been avoiding me.”
"I didn't mean to…"
"But you’ve barely looked at me.”
Because I can't.
Taking a deep breath, you glanced away, let out a bitter exhale.
“Because… Because if I do, then I’ll forget what I’m supposed to be. A-and I can't do that."
A knight shouldn't…
Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as his brow knit, as something flickered in his eyes like a candlelight caught in the wind.
You knew that look.
Pain.
“So, what are you supposed to be?” he muttered.
Like he didn't know, or— like he couldn't admit it.
You hung your head, then. Refused to answer.
Because what were we, then?
"They said something, didn't they."
His tone was softer this time when he tried again, but it was not a question, not this time.
It was a statement.
Yet, still you couldn't raise your head.
“You think I care what the court says? About what they expect of me?”
"That's not it, I just…"
You shut your eyes tightly.
Well, you had to speak, didn't you?
"I think," you whispered then, slowly, "that you were born with a crown on your head, and I… was born to guard it. And it makes all the difference, Your Highness. Because roles like that… really just don't overlap."
When you say things out loud, it feels a little more real.
Unfortunately for you, that was exactly the case with even this. And maybe, then, it was why things had to fall apart so quickly.
You'd never spoken what you had out loud.
Xavier stepped closer.
Tentative.
The smell of him, then—clean sheets, warm parchment, something grounding—it hit you like a memory.
“You’ve kissed me every night for a week,” he murmured. “You’ve sat beside me in silence, you’ve laughed at my terrible impressions of the court’s musicians, you’ve been more than just duty—more than any of it, long before either of us dared say it.”
You held your breath.
“And now you look at me like you’re afraid to hope.”
"…Because, Your Highness. I am."
In that moment, your voice broke.
“Because this—whatever we are, I— i-it won’t survive a noble’s daughter, with silk hems and land attached to her name, and… and peace."
You still couldn't look at him. You closed your eyes, again, tried not to think about throwing up, tried not to think about how tense you were.
“I'm just a knight, Your Highness, and I serve you. You’ll have to marry. You’ll be expected to bed someone else, kiss someone else, share everything with someone else and pretend like I was nothing but a childish indulgence—”
"Is that… Is that what you think I see you as?"
You shook your head, but you couldn't trust your words to be of any use.
Your throat closed. Your vision blurred; a stray tear fell away.
You could feel yourself trembling.
And then he reached for you, slowly. His hand brushed against your glove, not taking, but—offering.
Hoping.
Without another word, another beat, you felt him lift up your chin, felt him lean in—
He didn't kiss you, not quite. But he pressed your foreheads together, searched your gaze, pleaded you, if only through actions alone.
"I want to choose you," he said quietly. Barely a whisper, barely a breath.
And somehow, you knew that he did.
But wanting something did not always mean that you could.
Now, at least, you knew that.
"But you can't," you whispered.
And you pulled away, took a step back, and bowed.
"Goodnight, my prince."
&—
Another week.
The corridors of the castle always sounded different at night.
Quieter, yes. But emptier, too. Like something had been there, and left, and taken all the warmth with it.
By now, you'd been avoiding his hall entirely. Formed a new habit—walked the longer path to your quarters, kept your head bowed more respectfully during meetings, left before he could catch your eye.
It simply had to be this way.
And, sure— you missed him.
You missed him in ways you didn't have the language for, in ways you wished you could described if only losing a piece of your soul was easy to describe. Because it wasn't just the shared looks, wasn't just the touches, the kisses goodnight—
You missed his voice. His smile. When they weren't meant for anyone else; when he said your name when no one was listening. These things—all of them—that soon, you knew, would belong to someone else.
That he would belong to someone else.
That he would marry someone else, and— and what could a knight do?
What could you do?
You'd heard it now through whispers, then through the official talks. A name had been floated; a political match that made sense.
And you told yourself that it was always going to end like this. That your role in his life was temporary. Just a secret, soft, guarded secret he'd kept while you both waited for the inevitable… soft around the edges, to be kept and folded away without too much pain.
But it did hurt.
Gods, it hurt.
Everytime you laid to sleep, you pressed your fingers to your lips like an idiot, and wondered if he remembered the last kiss like you did.
If he regretted it.
If he thought that things had stepped too far.
And then one evening, you lingered longer in the armory under the guise of inventory.
The space was dim, your hands were idle. You sat in the corner—you had run the inventory, but that was over now. And in this quiet space, your thoughts were louder than they should have been.
Because fuck it all—it hurt, and you missed him.
You wondered—should you have fought for him?
Should you have dared, even?
So little you could do in your position; so much that you could dream.
You groaned, head in your hands as your knees drew to your chest, and you barely even noticed that the door had opened.
A quiet pad of footsteps.
You raised your head, half-expecting a squire or a steward, but—
It was him.
Xavier.
You swallowed thickly, eyes frozen—
Then, quietly:
"There you are. I've been looking all over for you."
You could see his shoulders slump in relief a little, as if the mere sight of you had calmed him, as if he'd waited—desperately—for another moment to share with you. While you could do nothing. You watched, stayed still when he moved to sit beside you, a few paces away, respecting the boundary that he knew you'd put up, letting his words hang in the air a little.
"You… stopped coming to say goodnight," he added after a while. Not looking at you, but looking straight ahead.
As if he could scare you with another glance.
"…I, um. Didn't want to be a burden."
"You aren't, though."
You swallowed. You could feel your heart thudding painfully against your ribs. "…Well, they… They said you were meeting her. Next week, right? The… the noblewoman. Your betrothed."
Out of the corner of your eye, his expression flickered.
"Mn, they've arranged a meeting. But she isn't my betrothed. None of this means that I've agreed to anything."
"But you will."
Silence.
You turned.
"You… will, won't you?"
And then your eyes met, again you held your breath, and he gave you a slow, strained smile.
No.
"Your Highness, please, I don't want you to—"
"Do you know?"
He whispered, but it was enough to cut you off.
Your mouth clamped shut.
"Do you know how many times I've looked at the throne room, full of all these people… and only wanted to find your face?"
Your breath caught.
"I never wanted to stop what we had," he mumbled. "I thought you just needed space, so I gave it to you, I didn't mean…"
"But that's not the point, Your Highness. You're to marry, I can't just—"
"I thought you regretted it."
You exhaled slowly. "…Never."
Never.
And this time he drew closer; reached for you, as if so desperate, now, not to have you leave his side again.
How could you ever have it in you to pull back?
"Please," he whispered, "I— I haven't been sleeping."
His voice felt raw; you heard it strain like the way he was trying to keep it together in front of you.
"You… You're my knight, and you've protected me all this time,but you don't have to protect me from heartbreak. Not like this. I don't want it like this. I need you to believe that I can choose it, even if it hurts, and that I'll…"
You closed your eyes. In that moment, listening, you resigned—allowed yourself a moment of selfishness, allowed yourself to lean in, bury your face into his chest.
You heard it, the way his breath hitched.
Slowly his arms wrapped around your figure, questioning, unsure, but so… hopeful.
"I never thought I could belong in your world," you murmured. Your voice was muffled by his clothing. "I still don't know if I do. You're meant to belong to someone else, and I—"
"I don't want someone else."
"…I don't want you to want someone else, either."
He leaned down to rest his chin on top of the crown of your head then, and then there was silence.
Neither of you moved, neither of you said another word.
Right now, you thought you could enjoy it—just another quiet moment for the two of you, another illusion that everything was fine.
&—
The castle had never been louder.
“Did you hear?” said one.
“He turned her down," said another.
“It's a royal scandal!” "What will the court think?!" "Does this mean something for our Kingdom?!"
Word spread fast, as usual.
You'd borne the brunt of it before, but now you were a spectator—curious, at that.
It was today; earlier. Xavier had journeyed to meet up with his betrothed, and you'd purposely kept away from him, but he'd returned with nothing but silence.
You hadn't seen him.
He hadn't sat through his duties, hadn't offered a word to anyone… Not the King, nor you, nor—anyone. Just ridden straight through the gates and disappeared into his chambers without even an escort.
And you had heard all of this in fragments. Snatches of gossip, pieces and bits, a part of the vine that crawled, and crawled, and crawled…
Even your captain had to look up from his reports to ask, "Did you know anything about this?"
You didn't.
You knew nothing.
You didn't know why he’d done it, or what it meant, but—but you had hope that you did. The kind of hope that had you freezing; foggy. Something lodged in your throat, something unspeakable and trembling, and—
You could tell yourself to leave it alone.
You could.
You could.
But you didn't.
And in all manners predictable, by nightfall, you'd found yourself standing right in front of his door again.
It had been so long.
Your fist hovered, uncertain, still—
He'd said no, to a future. A future set out for him, a future that would've made sense, a crown-sanctioned bride that should have been—
He said no to the wishes of his Kingdom.
It was a risk, one unimaginable, even for you.
And you needed to know why .
So you knocked, once.
The door opened almost instantly, as though he’d been waiting, and he looked…
Tired.
Rumpled.
He had no cloak, no gloves, and his shirt remained half-unbuttoned at the collar, like he hadn't even bothered changing since he'd gotten back hours ago. So when your eyes met, for a moment neither of you moved.
Then, quietly, he stepped aside.
“You heard,” he said.
You entered, keeping your gaze on the ground. “The whole castle's heard.”
"… Of course."
He exhaled. A small, tired laugh escaped his lips. And still you wouldn't look at him, but you grasped at his sleeve, and tugged.
"Why?" you whispered.
“Because I couldn’t lie anymore.”
You drew in a breath.
“I thought I could do it,” he muttered. You could hear a dry smile in the way that he spoke. “I thought I could be what they needed, marry who they wanted… But I sat across from her, and all I could think was—she isn’t you.”
He took a slow step towards you; broke that distance in an instant. 15 centimeters? No more.
And every word, every breath, they would still you in your own movements, render you frozen to the spot, but he—
This time, he wouldn't let you.
“I tried to forget. To be noble. To be dutiful.” Another step. “But I’ve been in love with you for so long, and now I know that I wouldn’t know how to stop. I don't know."
You looked up, this time. Slowly, as he drew you in. A hand at your waist, a touch you didn't refuse—a gaze you couldn't look away from.
And, god, you were weak.
"…I like it, when you name things," you whispered back finally. A line that was familiar; memories drawn to that balcony, late at night, but a line you would repeat for yourself to hear. "It makes them feel more real. It makes you feel more real. Not like… Like a star, up in the sky, far too high that I can't dream to reach."
Like, you... have always been too far from me. But, I...
It began with trembling lips.
His hands rose to cup your jaw, and yours fisted gently into the fabric of his shirt—clinging, like you didn’t trust the moment to stay if you let go.
"It is real," Xavier breathed. "It's very, very real. This moment, and us."
And he kissed you.
Your lips met with the soft, inevitable gravity of two people who had always been drifting toward each other; like he had waited for years; like you had only a single remaining language in your heart that existed in the shape of him.
So when his hands began to roam—slow, careful, unhurried—you didn't stop him. You basked in it. The finality of it. It sent a heat heat skimming beneath your skin, and immediately your body responded before you could think, pressing into him as he guided you backwards.
And your name.
God, your name.
You'd never heard it sound so sweet, so loving, not like the way he whispered it between your lips. Every kiss, every movement—your name fell still, like a sigh; a quiet chant, and it made you weak.
The backs of your legs hit his bed, and you let yourself fall.
Into him, and the mattress—into everything and anything that this moment was building up to.
And he kissed you, and kissed you, and kissed you—barely spent a second away from you, even as he unfastened your tunic with slow fingers, each button undone like an unspoken confession.
Only when it was off did he pause, sitting back.
You watched his eyes. Saw the awe in them.
Devotion.
Reverence.
"So beautiful," he whispered.
And as you flushed at his response to you, he kissed your jaw, your shoulder, the hollow of your collarbone. Soft, fluttering kisses, down your body, almost enough to have you weeping from the way he did it—like every part of you was worth loving. You'd barely even choked back a sob when he pulled away to undress. Clearly every bit as eager as wanting as you.
And so you froze a moment, drank him in—every golden line of his chest, the way candlelight haloed over the silvery strands of his hair.
You watched, still, as he came down over you. He placed both forearms on either side of your head, and a small smile played at your lips;
He said it again.
"You're so beautiful," he sighed. "Like… an angel."
You didn't know if you wanted to hit him or burrow in embarrassment, but even as your face reddened, that lovesick look on his face rendered you silent.
And this time, he took his time.
He trailed your jaw, your neck, your collarbone—feeling, this time, with the tips of his fingers, as if carefully wanting to leave on you a mark of his own touch.
He moved lower.
His gaze followed where his hands went, dipping down your sides, sliding over to brush beneath your breast. When he stroked over to your belly, you held you breath; when he held your hip and nudged your waistband down, you arched in permission.
And despite how the situation was—despite the way he'd leave you completely bare, despite the inevitable, then that this was leading to—you found that his touches were devoid of any ulterior motive.
His eyes, when he raised them back to yours, were so loving. As if, he wanted to say—even this, now, feels like coming home.
And maybe it was.
Maybe it was, in the way he seeked to explore every little inch of you. The way he traced your skin, meant to memorize every curve. The way every touch, now, built warmth right into you, slow, and steady, and tender, until he knew that you ached for him—possibly, then, in ways you'd never dared to explore before this.
So when he kissed you next, it was gentle.
Intentional, but gentle.
You could feel years of unspoken yearning behind the way his mouth moved against yours, the way he cupped your cheek and dipped the tip of his tongue into your parted lips.
Immediately, naturally—your legs parted, raising to cradle his hips.
Against your bare sex you could feel the friction of his bulge, and you tugged at his hair.
Off, you seemed to plead.
He only looked at you with a smile.
There was a sparkle in his eyes—love, still, and this time a little hint of teasing.
He nuzzled your cheek. "Do you need something?" he murmured.
He'd play the oblivious, innocent rabbit, even now.
"…Xavier," you whispered.
You closed your eyes, brought your lips close to his ear.
"Xavier."
And you had never said his name before. Not without titles, or formal address—
Never just his name.
You heard his breath hitch; felt his grip tighten around your arm.
"You…" He sounded like he was struggling to breathe. You could have sworn you felt him grow, against you.
And perhaps you felt daring, perhaps this was that unabashed, bolder side of you again—
You raised your hips and ground yourself against him, and you nearly trembled at the sound of his moan.
"Xavier," you repeated again, barely even a breath. "Please…"
There was a moment of parting, a moment where he stared, still, before he chuckled and complied. Slowly, articles of clothing bared him to you in turn, and you keened at the way he pressed himself against you once more. Firmer, this time. More sure.
"My angel…" he whispered, running a hand down your cheek before he kissed the place that he'd touched. "You're still here."
"I'll always be here. I don't want… to leave you ever again, Xavier, I…"
"Shhh. You're okay. I have you."
You gasped then, as you felt it.
The head of his cock rubbed deliciously at your entrance—not quite entering, but teasing, so, so, teasing.
Another roll of his hips drew a whimper from you this time, and his eyes glinted with mischief.
"You're enjoying this…" you whined.
He smiled. "Immensely."
And then he raised your hips, slot himself right at your hole, wrapped your legs at his waist—
"Breathe, angel."
The stretch was exquisite.
You felt yourself arching into him, trembling as he took you whole. Inch by inch he slid inside you, rubbing your hips in circles, bringing a hand up to his lips for him to kiss.
You were startled, almost. You could feel every vein, every ridge—every perfection as he filled you, and, all be damned—you wanted him. So, so, incredibly bad.
His hand moved, then, to stroke your side, a gentle, soothing motion as you pulsed and wrapped around him. He leaned in to kiss your temple, your cheek, your lips—as though trying to anchor you there with him.
"Are you okay?" he murmured against your skin. "Still with me?"
You could only nod, your voice too thick with emotion to answer.
His forehead rested against you, fingers threading with yours beside your head.
“You’re shaking,” he nuzzled you.
"I…"
Am I?
You marveled. You hadn't noticed, but you supposed that you were.
"I-I'm just—" You swallowed. “I'm really happy. I didn’t think I’d ever get this… you… us…"
He chuckled, kissed your cheek. "But it feels good, right?"
"Mhm. Real good."
"Can I move?"
You paused, then wrapped your arms around his neck— "Please."
And he did.
He fell against you, braced slightly on his arms, yet when his weight settled—it was grounding.
It was real.
So real, even if you felt you could float, because you felt him.
In, and out. In, and out.
He moved slowly, giving you time, watching your face with every shift of his hips. Every glide sent shivers through you. Every grind of his hips sent a heat sparking your skin.
"Xavier…" you whispered again; moaned. "Oh, god… y-you're so good…"
"Mh? Do you like it?"
He kissed you again, and you breathed him in.
And then you didn't realize you were crying, not until he pulled his lips away, brushed a thumb across your cheek.
"Am I hurting you? Is it too much?" He stilled, a moment, cupped your cheeks to get you to look at him. "You're crying…"
"No, I…"
You sniffled, a little, had to bite your lip a moment before you could continue.
You pulled him close, lifted your hips for him once more.
"D-don't stop, please," you breathed. "I'm just… so… in love with you…"
His eyes, already so tender, seemed to drown in your words, to overflow at the same time with a sense of love that only you could understand in turn.
His hips snapped—jerked, a little, as if spurred to action by the heat of the moment. Deeper, this time, so wonderfully deep. It drew a single, broken gasp from you—half sob, half moan, and he knew.
He did it again.
"…Like that?" he whispered.
Again.
You gripped his shoulders, drew your nails down to his back. "Yes. Yes, please, just like that, Xavier."
And then you had found your rhythm.
Steady, deep, and perfect.
His hands framed your face, kissed your cheeks where the tears had fallen… so much tenderness, and reverence, and devotion, and you believed—
This was how it was supposed to be.
This was how it was meant to be.
And your hands roamed his back, down to his hips, pulling him deeper. "More, please, my prince…"
"Mnnh, but you can't… s-say my title, like I'm not—"
"Xavier."
You moaned his name to placate him, but snuck in a cheeky smile.
"Xavier, my prince, my liege, my—"
You could have squealed at the way he kissed you then.
In a rush to shut you up, perhaps, his kiss had lost much of the gentleness with which he'd been treating you. Deeper, rougher, messier—his tongue found yours, and he wasn't breathing you in, he was drinking you in.
Dizzy.
When he pulled away, you forgot how to breathe, and still his hips continued to move at his rhythm.
"I dare you," he spoke through gritted teeth, panting, "to say that again." A challenge. "Do you wish so badly to be reminded of our differences when I'm inside you?"
And though his words made you flush, you only shook your head.
"It feels… ah… I-it feels more real when I s-say it out loud—" You gasped, trying to take the pleasure he was giving you. "Th-that despite everything— Even if you're the prince, and I'm the knight, we're — oh, god— w-we're both still here… In this moment… Together..."
He gripped your hips, rocked into you in a way that made you breathless.
"…You're right," he murmured. "That isn't going to change what we feel. Not anymore."
The pleasure built further, then. Gradually. Quiet moans became harder to keep in check, especially not when you could feel him pulse the way he did.
"I-I'm…" you choked out, trying to hold back a cry. "C-close… Xavier…"
"Mhm. I am, too. L-let's… cum together…"
He held your hands, gripped them tightly as he stilled.
He throbbed; you felt it. And a warm, sticky sensation filled you, enough for you to tremble, enough for you to still—frozen, captured—
He kissed you, again. Whispered your name onto your lips, a soft gasp, a prayer.
And even afterwards, he didn't dare leave you.
He gathered you into his arms, not minding the mess, not minding the way you'd tangled together in the passion you'd shared just then.
And he kissed you over, and over, and over again—
"Xavier, I love you," you sniffled.
"And I love you, my angel. For you… have always been mine."
And in the quiet that followed, as you drifted into sleep… You felt that you finally believed it.
&—
You woke slowly, the sunlight filtering through the heavy curtains in soft strips of gold. Yet, the warmth that cocooned you wasn’t just the sun—
It was him.
Still, always, him.
Xavier, half-asleep, lay with one arm lazily draped across your waist, his breath steady against the back of your neck.
For a moment you simply lay there, smiling quietly to yourself. The memories of last night came back in waves—his touch, his voice, the way he’d held you like you was everything...
You'd cleaned, before you slept, but you still felt every little sensation so vividly. Even now your body still hummed from it, a quiet, satisfied ache in all the right places. And you thought, foolishly, that you really might just lie here forever, suspended in the hush of a private morning.
Until you felt the press of his lips at your shoulder.
Soft.
Then, again—lower, this time.
You blinked sleepily, shifting under the sheets. “You're awake?” you murmured, a smile at the edge of your lips.
He hummed. "I wouldn't be, but you're distracting."
You huffed a laugh, turning your head slightly to peer at him over your shoulder. “I’m not even doing anything…”
“You exist.” His mouth trailed down the curve of your spine, slow, purposeful. “It’s more than enough.”
And before you could react, really, you felt the last shape of his smile against your back before he moved even lower, slipping under the covers.
“Xavier…” you warned gently, though your voice had little conviction. A thrill had already started curling in your belly—anticipation, excitement. “You’re insatiable.”
“But I’ve shown restraint for years,” he murmured from somewhere near your hips. “I’m just making up for lost time. Besides…"
You squeaked as you felt him lick right above your mound, sending tingles all over your body.
"I didn't taste you last night. Don't I get a taste test of my beloved queen?"
Beloved queen.
Your breath caught in your throat.
Another kiss; inside your thigh, nuzzling into you like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"X-Xavier—!"
His tongue was soft at first, teasing. Coaxing you awake in ways that had nothing to do with the sunlight. Your body arched of its own accord, slow and easy, thighs parting to grant him better access— You felt his hands hold you steady, and then he began to devour you with that same kind of reverence that made you feel drunk on him all over again.
You reached down blindly, fingers threading through his hair. “You really don’t have to—ah—Xavier—!"
“But I want to,” he said between kisses, between licks, with his breath still hot against you. “You taste really good, I wish I'd done this sooner.”
A moan spilled from your lips as his own closed right around your clit. It turned into a laugh, almost—you trembled, it was a little high pitched. “You—! Y-you're ridiculous,” you huffed, but still affection pooling in your chest as much as the heat searing between your legs.
This time, he didn't reply, not quite.
Just a groan—either from your words or the way you bucked slightly against his mouth, you couldn't really tell.
But oh, did it feel fucking good .
You felt him part your folds, add in a teasing lick at your entrance. He'd dip the tip of his tongue inside before gliding it achingly close to your clit—a few repetitions of the movement before it swirled over your bud, flicked it to the side.
"Oh, god—!"
Spurred on by your sounds, he only continued. Moaned against your skin, mixed in shamelessly with the lewd, slick sounds of your arousal. When his tongue slipped in, you cried—bucked, writhed, almost. Your fingers dug into his hair, and before you knew it, you were grinding into him, finding your rhythm.
"Xavier!" you whined. "Oh, god… oh, god, fffu—hnng—"
Your legs seized.
You felt him press you open, pushed onto the mattress, never daring to allow you any escape—
"C, c-cummin—ngh—!"
Your orgasm rushed to the surface as your back arched, curling into him with no more control over your movements.
But, greedily, he continued. Lapped you up, flicked at your clit. Enough so that by now you'd kicked at the covers, whined and tugged him up.
"Xavier… Xavier!" you huffed, panted.
When he stopped, finally, you sank weakly into the pillows, already drawing up one of them to cover your flushed face.
Not that he'd let you, of course.
He rose up to meet you with a smug, warm grin, crawling up to pull the pillow away and press a kiss to your cheek.
“Good morning,” he hummed.
Cheeky.
So, incredibly cheeky.
Donning a pout and feigning upset, you tilted your head to look at him, “Good morning, you menace.”
He only chuckled again and pulled you against his chest. “You like it, though.”
"You're lucky I do."
Your body was still warm, skin humming with the afterglow as you gave in and draped your arm across him. He was cozy, still. Despite the way you felt like you were already spent, you wouldn't turn away more cuddles from him. And in turn, he brushed his fingers up and down your bare back, slow and absent, as though touching you had become second nature.
You sighed contentedly.
"You know… most people start their mornings with tea."
"Mmm." A squeeze on your arm. "But this is better."
"You're going to spoil me."
"Good, I want to."
You felt him stir, then, and your breath caught—he ground against your thigh, just enough to earn you that delicious, delicious little groan.
"Your Highness…" you huffed.
"Mn, I know… But you're just so…"
Another grind, and you felt him tremble.
And it was so, so hard to resist, even for you.
"Please?" he murmured, nuzzling your neck.
"…Again? But you just…"
"I need you…"
And he rolled you gently onto your back, settled over you with a practiced ease.
A beat.
You looked at each other.
And now, like this, his eyes were so pleading, that you eventually broke out into a barely-contained smile of your own.
You were so weak.
He made you utterly, completely weak.
"Fine," you rolled your eyes, "last one, and then we get ready."
And it was so natural.
There was no urgency this time, only a warm familiarity as he slid into you. Still you felt the stretch, and still you felt yourself drawn in to take him all. And then you kissed, and gasped softly against his mouth, hands rising up to cradle the back of his neck.
“My prince,” you whispered, breath hitching as he began to move, “you’re impossible.”
He gave another peck to your lips, grinned as your hips lifted to meet his rhythm. This time it wasn't so deep, or hungry, or too much, it was just—
Right.
So right.
And kisses turned to giggles, and somewhere between slow thrusts and quiet moans, a conversation bubbled like the most natural thing in the world.
“I… still have meetings later,” he murmured against your neck. “Dull things. Reports, schedules. Nobles who love the sound of their own voices.”
Laughing softly, you arched into him again with a little hum. “And so I told you we mustn't take too long."
"But I want to spend the morning with you."
"You can't spend the whole morning…"
"Mn…" His hips moved with a slow roll then that made your eyes flutter, grinding against your sweet spot so perfect. “Still, it would be better if you were there.”
You grinned.
“As your knight or as your lover?” you teased, though something in your voice was soft. Wondering.
He looked at you then, his rhythm pausing just long enough for the weight of his gaze to settle. He brushed a strand of hair from your damp forehead.
“Both.”
You pulled him back into you, clung to him as you nuzzled into your neck.
"Ah, hearing you say that… feels almost as good as this…"
"This?"
He nudged your head, nipped at your cheek. You could feel him grin—another particularly angled thrust had the head of his cock kissing at your g-spot, and you shuddered.
"Mhm… just like that."
And he chuckled, timing every movement of his hips to hit that spot just right, just the way you liked it; only one time before and he'd already memorized every spot that made you cave so much.
He voiced it out. Poked his tongue out to make kitten licks at your neck, absolutely cherished the way that you groaned for him. "I already know what you like, angel. You like it here…"
His hand moved down, brushed against your nipple.
"And, here…"
With a grin, he dipped his head to nip at your collarbone.
"And, here…"
His hand moved lower down still, slid between your tangled limbs, and pressed against your clit.
You gasped, eyes wide, and he dared to grind against you, rubbing against your clit so perfectly that you nearly weeped again.
"X-Xavier!" you whimpered. "Y-you're so unfair, that's— ngh—"
Again he moved up your body to nuzzle your cheek affectionately, but his hand stayed at your nub and moved in slow, steady circles to match his hips.
“Today,” he said, breath warm and steady, “I’m going to tell them. The court. The council. Everyone.”
Your eyes widened, lips parted in pleasured puffs.
“I’m going to tell them I want to marry my knight,” he continued, fondly. “That I will.”
And you felt as if your heart could burst.
The world, around you, seemed to sway. Not from the motion of your bodies, even—but from this, this rush of emotion, the disbelief that settled into an overwhelming sense of love.
You didn't think you could love him any more than you did.
But he was very good at proving that notion wrong.
"You… you mean it?" you breathed.
"Mhm."
"You… I… I-I'm going to be your… queen?"
"Mhm."
He leaned in to kiss you again—that same gentle, soft kiss, followed by little fluttering ones all over your face until he reached the corners of your eyes.
Despite yourself, a little giggle fell from your lips, one that easily turned into a squeal as he flipped you over.
Now, with your face into the pillows, you felt his breath tickling your neck, as he gave you more kisses—down your back, along your spine, before he entered again.
Deeper this time. Much deeper than he had before.
"Oh, my god—Xavier, fuck— I—!"
He chuckled, raked his fingers through your hair. "Language," he murmured, "you're not being very classy today."
"Uh, it's your fault that I—!"
You barely got your words out before he slammed back into you, a motion causing your body to rock forward with a gasp. His weight pushed into you, laying like a weighted blanket, allowing you to feel just how deep he could take you.
"It's okay," he breathed, hot against the shell of your ear. "You're being such a good girl for me, my queen."
You could barely process his words, already dizzying at all these delicious sensations.
"You'll be the death of me, my liege."
When he moved again, it didn't take long for the both of you to reach your high. Similarly, still, to just the night before—his hips stilled, moans muffled into the nape of your neck, filling you wholly and completely and perfectly.
He'd turned you over then, pulling out slow, cradling your head in his hands.
"…I mean it," he whispered. "I want to marry you."
"…You're proposing to me after sex?" you laughed softly.
"Well… then do you accept?"
"Of course I do, Xavier."
He smiled. "I'm going to make you my queen. Just you wait."
"If… they don't accept?"
"We can always elope. You'd still be my queen."
You laughed again.
How odd it was, you found, that even in this situation you could still find humor, and comfort. But you supposed that was what it was like—when things felt right, when things felt settled enough.
In your heart, you knew that everything was going to be alright.
The promise lingered, settled in the quiet that followed. Here, in this room, you had everything you needed—you lay with tangled limbs, your hearts so open and tethered, and a world of hope waiting on the other side of the door, but you had each other.
xavier, where as a bunny, has a pair of two cute fluffy white droopy ears that lifts up when he’s excited.
bunny xavier also has sensitive ears. one small touch and he’s already melting in your arms. a blushing mess right after.
bunny xavier where his ear fur actually have a tinge of silver strands at the end, making it shine a little at the ends.
bunny xavier having white a soft round white scut as his tail that is very sensitive. everytime you ‘accidentally” graze upon it he lets out a small whimper.
bunny xavier, where he stomps his feet and has the biggest pout on his face whenever he’s jealous of something.
bunny xavier, after you meeting someone he thinks you’re too close with, starts rubbing his own scent all over you, chin against your lap as he nuzzles there.
bunny xavier, he’s a needy one. always wants your attention, your focus has to be on him. clinging onto your body as he does not want you to leave his side, soft whines in protest trying to hold you back.
bunny xavier, gets easily riled up. a little show of skin gets him and he immediately wants to take you to bed and fuck the hell out of you.
bunny xavier, who also likes to rile you up. a naughty one. teases you by sleeping naked under the same sheets, only for you to give into the temptation as he waits for you to snap the strings of tension later.
bunny xavier, the most loyal to you. devoting himself to you as he stays by your side. whose heart has and always will belong to you.
a/n: testing out this short posts just to keep my brain running with my writings. do let me know what you think or any improvements to give
Now, the way one of the sleeves of Xavier’s robe is slightly drooped down, it reveals his very muscular arm and the soft pale supple skin you adore. Your eyes shamelessly rakes through the sight, his ribbon is tied loosely so his chest would be on display. Xavier is already slightly flushed, soft crimsons of red slightly daint throughout his skin.
Or, Xavier and you are seeing who tugs the string first, after the night of sensory test.
fandom: Love and deepspace.
pairing: you (afab) & shen xinghui/xavier.
tags: nsfw, smut, rated explicit, 6k words, mdni.
additional tags: kissing, making out, penetrative, unprotected sex (wear ur condoms pls), hickies, teasing, creampie. honestly this is full on porn and smut no plot so enjoy the filth.
disclaimer: The content below is purely fictional, All content is also 100% my work, DO NOT copy/plagiarize my writings.
AO3: link
“What are you doing?”
The familiar soft ring of his voice drums through your ears, sending slight shivers down your spine. However, within the gentle whisper rupturing from the other male’s throat, there is something swirling in his words, something suggestive.
Your head turns slightly to his direction, eyes gazing towards him intently. Something else is definitely in the air, because holy.
The days after the mission you and Xavier shared to investigate on protocore fragments were in high rise, tension fills the air between you both the day after the sensory ‘test’. A loose thread hanging by slim, ready to snap any moment but it is still holding strong. You know yourself, and Xavier too, that night was not enough. The desire to go again, to take each other in bed, and to be devoted to each other without hiding it under a lame excuse such as a ‘sensory test’, is so potent.
Mind flashing back to that night, it plays in your mind like a broken record. Each time you remembered how your delicate fingertips gently traced along his hot skin, down to his neck. Hearing Xavier’s soft hitches of his breaths, the way his pretty sky-blue eyes rolled over the back of his head each time your warm breath fanned over his skin when you marked over his collarbone. Oh you want to see him in that state again.
But also a state where he was going wild, showing no mercy as he rammed into your insides while sending you on edge, a sight to die for. The restraints that were holding him all these times you knew him, were not seen once he took you in the cold bed of that hotel. It was a hot view to behold, his ragged breaths with hushed whispers how he was going to ruin you sent shivers down your spine.
You are greedy, for more.
And now, Xavier is still here. The usual, composed demeanor set across as he is sitting beside you, hands place nicely over his lap as he perches over your shoulder trying to look at what you are browsing on your phone on the living room couch.
What you were not expecting to see though, is what choice of clothing he decided to pick, again.
The view right beside you is Xavier wearing a bathrobe, nothing out of abnormality but the way he is wearing is alluring. You knew he was doing this on purpose, wanting you to break the string of patience instead of him.
Someone with a lot of pride in their patience huh?
Another observation you realized after the ‘test’ was how Xavier was wearing bathrobes more often now when he is home. Sometimes, he would wear it over his pajamas during nippy weather, and at other times, like this. He would wear it without anything underneath, allowing the outline shape of his cock to protrude over the silky fabric. Ribbons tie very loose, so loose that sometimes ‘accidents’ where his cock would slip over the middle slit of his robe, a little ‘surprise’ for you.
Oh the sneaky man you are, Xavier.
You were in disbelief, it went on for days, leading on till today. And it only elevates from there. Now, the way one of the sleeves of Xavier’s robe is slightly drooped down, it reveals his very muscular arm and the soft pale supple skin you adore. Your eyes shamelessly rakes through the sight, his ribbon is tied loosely so his chest would be on display. Xavier is already slightly flushed, soft crimsons of red slightly daint throughout his skin.
And behold, his cock slips out again, this time it is hard, red and leaky. Xavier is already needy, you chuckled inwardly at that. One thing never fails to surprise you on Xavier, he gets hard so easily, could get turned on within moments.
Your eyes flick back up to now see his oh so pretty face. The same flush over his body brushes over his face, accentuating the beauty of Xavier’s visage. The red compliments the little faint freckles over his cheeks, the red makes the blue of his eyes gleam brighter under the soft lightning in the room, the red mostly matches with the color of his red, rosy lips that you want to smooch it over and over. Your imagination takes afloat, imagining a pair of fluffy bunny ears on top of his head with the sight of this. Cute.
He is so beautiful, Xavier is so beautiful.
The lack of response coming from your part made Xavier scoot closer again, his breath fanning over your neck as he asks again. “What are you searching for?” Xavier asks nicely, like a good boy, sounding so obedient. You shiver again.
“Some sheet masks.” You answer, with a slight stutter as you feel his breath again, goosebumps spreading over your skin. Xavier hums as a response, and what he did next is not what you expected.
Before you know it, Xavier’s strong pair of arms holds your waist and swoops you over to have you sit on his lap. You hear yourself let out a soft yelp, eyes widen slightly in surprise. Now, you snug over him, you could feel the tip of his cock perching your behind as he rest his chin over your shoulder.
“Hm? Again? You still have some left in my fridge.” Xavier mutters softly, nuzzling himself over as he gently closes his eyes. Your brain feels fuzzy for a bit, malfunctioning even at the bare minimum of what the other man is doing. You were wrapped around his finger a little more tightly than you thought.
Adjusting yourself on Xavier’s lap as you shift against his strong, muscular thighs, a deep breath is drawn within the confinements of your chest. Your mouth is not cooperating with your thoughts, wanting to tell him that stocking them up would not be a bad idea since he is using it as well. But nothing is coming out.
Xavier does not wait, instead he dives in. Diving into the crook of your neck, his lips ghost over the side. It hovers there, tiers brushing at every little shift you do on his lap. Goosebumps again form all over your skin, shivering at the soft intimacy shared.
“Xav..? What-"
Sentence goes unsaid, Xavier’s lips attach against your hot skin. His sweet, soft pairs gently roam around a small patch of your neck, spreading soft kisses over. As if he is writing pretty love notes in the form of hickies, he takes a small nibble on the centre, earning a soft groan erupting within the depths of your throat. Your pretty lips part, panting heavily over the ministrations done, encouraging the male to mark more.
“X-Xav What are you doing?” you finally ask, in between your soft huffs. Xavier on the other hand, just hums.
“Shh, nothing.” Xavier only replies with that, mouth busy. Despite the short reply, he sounded breathless, desperate, and needy.
Squirming against Xavier’s lap, your hands clutch onto his larger hands around your waist, back fully lean against his chest. With his position, he rubs himself against. Vibrations spread through your skin, hearing his groan muffling at the release of pleasure done puts Xavier on edge.
The moment you have been waiting for, the string finally snaps. In a swift move, your body turns and quickly places yourself over his lap, thighs straddling on each side of Xavier’s legs. The other male could look at you dumbfoundedly, however from the looks of it he is already spent. Lips parted, eyes hazy, body yearning to dive back in and indulge into you again. This causes you to emit a small chuckle to flow through your lips, before your arms find its way to settle right around his broad shoulders.
“Finally, someone snapped.” you let out a teasing remark while you move closer to Xavier. Mouth millimeters apart, lips brushing ever so slightly if anyone moves. Xavier could only grumble, eyes shifting away from yours to look at your tiers.
“Do not tease me now-”
“I didn’t know someone as composed as you would snap the strings first in a situation like this. You thought I would break in first.”
“Enough-”
“Oh what happened to the cool and composed Xavier hu-”
Words did not reap out of your throat anymore, as something plush and soft pressing upon. Little to your surprise Xavier’s lips find a way to yours, a way to keep your mouth shut. His lips did not move as gently as he is used to, the sweet princely-like man you know is gone. Chasing for a taste of your sweet ones, his lips trapping your lower lip between to give a good suck before pulling away. Continuing, his mouth maps along your lips as his self control slips.
Xavier’s hands move from his sides to cup over your cheeks. Holding them still, his control is dominating, relishing you while his hands slip down further to explore every expanse of you. Contrary to before, Xavier has a sense of familiarity now. The night in the hotel, his hands were still timid and shy at times. Now, not an ounce of fear shows. The male’s palms move freely, with no shame. The way his dainty fingers brush against the wide of your back as it slowly trails down in a tranquilizing manner. Trailing back up to touch the height of your neck, fingers brushing teasingly there earning a soft shiver from you.
Not wanting to back down, your hands also move boldly. Taking the advantage of his loose robe to gently caress the exposed part of his shoulder to which caused a response from the other male. A soft, sweet gasp shared between you and his lips as his skin shivers. You push away the fabric, letting Xavier’s robe slip down to gather around his waist, so as the both of you, lips slipping away while heavy, breathless pants filling the room.
“How could you restrain yourself like this?” Xavier is the first one to break the silence, words mix in between his irregular breaths. You could not find the words to reply, still catching your breath but also your mind is occupied with wanting to see the man in front of you wrecked and done for tonight.
All thoughts poof away when Xavier’s head thumps against the front of your shoulder, nuzzling there like a little kitty. The imagery in front of you, as if he is screaming for your attention. Seconds after, his head turns up slightly to look at you. Nothing else reflects within the irises of his pretty blue orbs other than need.
“I am mad at you.” the words lays heavy upon the silvered hair male’s tongue, but he does not let you ask why before he continues. “Day after day, tried to gain your attention. Didn’t even notice what I have been wearing for you, wanting to look good for you, didn’t even acknowledge it.” Xavier says, grumbling his way out. Despite the sexual air still standing in between you two, the sight beneath you is too endearing to ignore
Until his lips find his way to your neck again, he presses his lips at the centre firmly. Once more, a soft yelp escapes past your mouth, hairs standing everywhere. Tongue dipping out, he licks a small part, his possessive tendencies shining through to claim you. As if Xavier’s mind reads the endearment you have for him, he wants it gone. He parts away after, brows furrowed in disbelief.
“Still think it's funny?” Xavier breathes in sharply through his nose and before you know it his arms hook under your arms and knees, standing up while carrying you away to the shared bedroom. He is not discreet with his annoyance, throwing you on the bed with no care before he climbs on top of you. His bigger figure hovers over yours, his expression still agitated before he speaks.
The room is quiet again, as yours and his breaths become one. Knowing from the judgments of your observations, Xavier is thinking of what to say. How to break his silence. Clearly his plan backfired, and it seems to be a bigger deal than what you thought it would be. It is when you try to make the first move he cuts it away.
“Xav I did notice you were wearing that and I-”
“After that day, my mind could only repeat one thing. The way I took you under me, to please you. Need that so much, I want you again." This time, there are no hints of aggravation lacing through Xavier’s voice. Only desperation, as his face contours with want.
“Yeah, I broke my composure once more. But trying to seduce you over and over backfired. So let me ask you directly then.” Xavier then leans closer, faces so close just like how they were on the couch.
“Please, let me have you again. Please.” He begs, eyes gazing right through you like a lost puppy wanting its owner’s approval.
How could you say no?
In response, you give a soft peck his lips with the distance, giggling in between before pulling away. Xavier in return, hums softly at the shared kisses, lips puckering to return each and every one of them to you.
“You didn’t need to seduce me in any way just to get what you want. I’ll always say yes, for you.” Your heart blooms with the way Xavier’s face lights up. Soft flicks of light particles glide through the air, you already know how his heart is feeling.
“But.” You then slowly sit up, causing Xavier to back away a bit. Confused, his head tilts to the side before your hands find its way to his so you could guide them to touch your waist. Leaning in closer to whisper against his ear, just like how you did in the hotel to call his name but this time you give an order.
“Help me take off my clothes. It is not fair that you are the only one naked. Right?” Your soft snicker rings past his ear, something stirs within him. Without wasting time, his hand starts working quickly. Fingers holding onto the hem of your shirt he pulls it over your head. Next, hooking onto the waistband of your pants, he tugs it down along with your underwear leaving you bare from waist down. Lastly, Xavier’s hand behind your back unclasps the garment holding your bosoms, letting it fall against the bed.
With the both of you on the same page, while you can only focus on how the air strikes, coldness gently grazes against your skin creating an uncomfortable feeling, Xavier’s mind is elsewhere. His eyes follow through your figure attentively. The soft curves, small details of your skin from moles to freckles. The height of your breast, nipples perked up from the chilly air, Xavier thinks you presenting yourself bare and naked, is the most majestic sight he has ever seen. No art, no expensive painting could replicate such beauty you embody.
Finally, the core in between your legs. Xavier’s eyes flutter down, seeing the pink plushed sweetness that he wants to devour so much. If he could spend his time there endlessly, in suffocation he would. On the other hand, with you noticing his long stare, your legs squeeze shut in response out of sheepishness.
“No-” Xavier shakes his head in disapproval, his hand reaches over to your knees to hold them in place. He stops there for awhile, eyes flicking back to yours before he moves your knees apart to spread your legs away.
“Let me see your pretty princess parts, spread your legs and keep it open for me.” He gently instructs, hand caressing through your leg up and down. You could not help but to burn the moment his skin touches yours, let alone what he is about to do next.
It is something about the way Xavier looks at you wherever, butterflies fluttering against the pit of your stomach. You could almost feel wetness pooling around your hole the moment he looks at you as he lowers himself down. That tantalizing look of his, a rare sight to see from a composed man, and knowing you are the only one who gets to see this state of hunger from him is arousing to say the least.
Once Xavier’s face is out of sight, he is facing directly against your crotch area. Staring intently in between the core nestling between, hunger takes over as he sees the view, the outer lips wet and slicked from your own sweetness. Satisfaction washed over as he hums, the thought of having all of this to himself appeals to Xavier so well. Without warning, he gives a small blow towards the centre of your cunt, causing you to shiver and involuntarily narrow the gap of your legs.
“Keep them apart, my love.” Xavier’s firm hands hold onto your thighs and keep them apart again. His eyes meet with yours once more, with a look of warning plastering all over his face. Adding the endearment at the end did not take away his authoritative tone, but it turns you on slightly with his duality. Nodding your head, you oblige.
Diving back in, he does not waste time. He indulges, lips placing soft kisses over the expanse of your wet lips. Sucking every sweet nectar dripping out of you, he takes it in willingly. Almost drowning in his own pleasure of your taste, he lets out a soft moan against your hole causing a vibration. A moan erupts within your throat, responding to his administration.
“Fuck Xa-” Words leave hanging, once Xavier’s lips attach against your clit to give a gentle good suck. The small bundle of nerves, sparks signals of pleasure all over your body. Your head throws to the back of the bed, eyes rolling back slightly as your hands grab onto the rumpled sheets beneath you. You moan wantonly, feeling too good from the continuous stimulation there.
Xavier keeps his palms busy, roaming along the soft supple skin of your thighs. Lips leaving your clit to press kisses over said skin, his slender digits ghost softly over your wet core. Your breath hitches, feeling its presence coming close. However, he never touches, only hovering the spot. Only soft grazes between the pad of his fingers and your cunt. A whine escapes within you, hips moving forward to try and take him in.
“Mhm- Patience, baby.” Xavier warns again, halting his movements as he pulls away again. Taking over control, his arms hook under each side of your knees to manhandle you close so your hips elevate slightly from the bed. His face on par with your cunt again, this time his tongue does the action. Lapping all over every part he could touch, dipping into the entrance in short intervals as a tease before he repeats everything again and again.
Seemingly a scheme to punish from so called disobeying him, his teases are relentless. Xavier goes on and on, poking but not completely devouring you just yet. Your patience is running thin, whines getting desperate and loud. While Xavier takes it as entertainment, it is hell for you. Whatever teasing he did back in the hotel room nights ago, is nothing compared to this.
“Ah- Xav don’t play with me right now-”
“You couldn’t keep yourself still for me when I told you to, baby.” the name of endearment again, sparks flushes against your skin. Remembering how it affected you when he first called you that, almost coming to his sweet, sultry seduction wrapped in the word “baby”. You know he is using it to his advantage, as if he is trying to rile you up, to set the levels fair as his.
It is almost ridiculous.
“You still can’t let go of that huh? Need to tease me right haah- now? I told you I didn’t mind-” the next thing Xavier does, almost sends you to the edge. Without any notice, his tongue dips further into the canal. Almost imitating the feeling of filling you up, your moans peek up into a high pitch. Back arching away from the mattress, your lips could not contain the soft chants of his name from slipping away.
“Oh- yes please. Don’t stop Xav please- Need more.” You beg like a mantra, more moans filling in the air. With how your words act as a trance for Xavier to obey, he gives in and dips his warm muscle further. He gives a soft flick, tickling the inside of your walls. This causes you to squirm, the continuous attention given now feels too much, a familiar pool rippling against your lower abdomen.
“A-Ah I’m- Fuck Xavier I’m gonna..” The pool gets even more intense, the peak is getting there.
And suddenly, everything stops.
You knew even after your explanation, the man in front of you can get sulky, especially when things do not go his way. You knew Xavier was slightly bumped on his wasted efforts. Which you have guessed why earlier he was edging you out.
But it backfired him again, as he came while he does so.
The walls within you constrict, trying to search for something to suck and squeeze on but alas, nothing it could find to replicate the feeling. As a result, Xavier pulls away and before you could get mad over him trying to tease your waters today, all thoughts vanish away from the sight of the male in front of you. Eyes droopy, face flushed with embarrassment, his soft strands sticking against his sweaty forehead. His lips cover with a small sheen of you as it trails down to his chin, his soft breaths kills the eerie silence of the space. But what shocks you the most is as your eyes rake down further, is the sight of his cock.
The sheets beneath stains with his release, his cock spent as remains of his come smears along the underside. The tip, a mix of his precum and his seed settles atop. It is such a messy sight to behold, gaining amusement from how hard he still is.
Suddenly, the male grunts, head drooping down as if he is in shame. Your head tilts, slightly confused before you hear him speak.
“Can’t believe I just cummed at eating you out.” Xavier says in disbelief, groaning softly while he covers his face with his hand. This earns a loud laugh from you, before closing the gap between you and him as you pull him into an embrace.
“You silly, don’t be embarrassed about it.” Soft reassurance comes out from your tiers, your hand comes up to smooth down the back of his head. You further add on. “Besides, it is quite hot to know you get turned on easily like this, Xavier.” The way you said his name, exactly the way you said it in the same low whisper at the cramped bed of that night. Something ignites in Xavier, as the way his body tenses after that while his cock twitching did not go unnoticed.
Chuckling softly, you pull away from the embrace, and slowly lower yourself. You did it in a way that is painful, agonizing as you put on a show for him to see. The way the curve of your back promenades even more in this position, the perk of your ass showing through the back but most importantly, you keeping an eye on him without breaking contact.
In his mind, Xavier thinks he could come again with this sight of you.
Without much thought, only mind full of him, your hand reaches out to take ahold of his cock. Helping it to direct to your mouth, your lips gently circle around his tip. Eyelashes batting bashfully, you maintain contact with him as you part your lips away.
“Sorry, I’ll focus on my boy from now on. Your advances, whether it's to seduce me or just to gain my attention. I’ll focus on you, yeah?” You ‘apologise’. Xavier on the other hand, shivers. His hips move forward spontaneously, still sensitive from his high earlier on.
“As a way to make it up, let me help you clean you up.” You offer, darting your tongue out to gently clean the underside of his cock. Your motions cause Xaiver to huff heavily, breath fanning softly as his chest rises up and down erratically.
“I forgive you. Ah..!”
At that moment, your lips take his tip again but also slowly swallow his cock wholly. Only using the reason for cleaning up as an excuse, your motive lies bare right in front of him. The sounds you want to hear the most, the same old but beautiful moans of the male. Soft, light, airy. The sounds bless your ears, as your head starts to bob up and down to extract more of your blessing.
“S-Shit. Not too fast, please..” Xavier warns, eyes closing to immerse himself into the pleasure. One of your hands starts to caress the front of his body, from his strong thighs that are earned from centuries of wielding a sword, to his prominent abdominal muscles that reflect the same strength of his endurance to be the best of the best.
You choose to hear him, plopping away from his cock but replacing it with your hand from his abs earlier. Wrapping around them, you give a soft stroke for starters. Thumb pressing against the slit, beads of precum ooze out from him making your strokes less frictious. The pleasure intensifies, his soft moans start to irregulate. Turning into short grunts, he whispers hushed pleads due to his greed.
“B-baby.. Yeah, just like that. Go faster.” He requests, his own hips moving as if it has its own mind, forward and thrusting into your hand. Obeying his words, your wrist flicks and the speed increases. Pacing the strokes short and fast, your eyes keep glue onto every shift of his expression of reaching his ecstasy.
“A-Ah.. Doing so good, baby. Keep going.” Xavier encourages, while one of his hands reaches to gently comb away your long strands covering your face. The praises send through your pussy, juices dripping out down to your thigh. Keeping the pace, your tongue peeks out to give kittish licks over and over through the slit. And there, you hear a sharp cry, Xavier’s hips jerk forward from the stimulation of his cock.
You keep it steady there, ready to capture his precious seed anytime he is about to burst-
His hand then stops your motions, holding onto your wrist tightly. You on the other hand, despite following and stopping for him, your face has a look of confusion. Swiftly, he moves you down to lay you back again on the bed and he crawls on top of you. The familiar position from earlier on again, this time his cock poking at your entrance.
“Can’t take it anymore.” Xavier says shakily, his cock spreading along your folds, flicking against your clit. You choke out a moan, the sudden pleasure running through you visits again after the denial of orgasm earlier, heightening your sensitivity.
“Need to fuck you now. Can I, baby? Please?” He asks, almost sounding like he is going to cry if he is given a rejection to his plea.
There is no absolute way ‘no’ is an answer, the moment you have wanted for so long after that night lays upon you. And so you nod eagerly, hand reaching down to grab onto his cock to angle it properly against your hole.
“Yes, please do. Fuck me like you mean it, Xav. Need you to fuck me harder than that night.” As blunt as those words you speak, your actions mirror the same. Tugging onto him without a care in the world, needing to have Xavier again, filling you up and completing each other as one.
The way your words transcend to him, his orbs darken. With one push, he thrust in slowly fulfilling your orders. Slowly, he begins to accommodate your velvety walls, stretching them apart, ends of Xavier’s hip meets with yours. Once he is fully seated, the both of you moan in unison. Calling each other’s name in bliss, deluge into each other as a call to ending the long awaited tension.
With that, Xavier’s hips move.
The first thrust is impactful, pulling out only leaving the tip inside of you, before he slams back down. The push is intense, as Xavier has no room for mercy to be gentle anymore. Not that you mind, the need for the man right in front of you to take you like how he did back in the hotel, hot and steamy, taking you apart till there are no pieces for you to pick up for yourself.
You broke into soft sobs, as Xavier repeats the motion over and over again each time increasing the impact. You let yourself fall into his hands, your fingers reaching to thread over his soft silver strands before tugging them softly. As a response, Xavier groans at the soft sting against his scalp.
“Fuck- Fuck Xavier, harder. Faster, ruin me. Don’t hold back.” You coax him out of his shell further, although he is fucking you harder than before you know he still is holding back at the fear of hurting.
You want him to push your limits, to see how much you can handle him. Whatever Xavier gives, you want it all. To tell him it is okay to let go of his stoic facade at times, with you. And so he did.
The way he starts pounding mercilessly into your pussy, elicits a scream out from you. The sight you have been looking for now lays upon your eyes. Disheveled, uncontrollable Xavier is in sight. He does not waste time to snuggle his face against the centre of your chests, lips against your plush breast and starts sucking a hickey.
“God- Mm- You’re pretty like this.. Can’t resist you, baby.” Xavier’s gentle rumble vibrates through your chest. The feathery tone of his voice flutters your heart, the way he is so soft spoken to you despite being in a lewd situation like this reflects on his gentleness which you adore.
“Your pretty cunt, all for me to ruin hm? Have them wide open for me baby, love seeing you like this.” Air almost knocked out from your lungs, the sudden switch up from gentle to rough piques your senses. There is something you still have a hard time to get used to, behind Xavier's calm appearance, he is a freak. It is not that you are not accustomed to this, in fact, you love it so much from him it riles you up easily. Xavier knows where to use this to his advantage, to mould you into whatever version of you he wants to see
“It’s been awhile since I fucked you haven’t I? You’re so tight, sucking my cock like that.” Another string of obscene words coming out from that man’s filthy mouth, your eyes roll as you can feel soft rushes of pleasure run through your veins just by his words.
“Then pound into me harder, Xav.” You manage to say, not submitting down. “Tear me apart, or you can’t anymore?” Deciding to test out the waters, your lips curl up into a smirk as you tease him for a bit. Perhaps it was the way he edged you moments before, that you wanted to take revenge.
Or the fact that as much as you want him to test your limits, you have your own mind to test his. How much could you get away with? Or how much he can suppress, despite seeing him lose his tranquility earlier on, you wonder if he still has barriers to push.
And you were absolutely right. There were more layers to him.
Xavier does not miss a beat or give you the chance to retort further the moment his hips plunges into you further, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly without stopping. The intensity causes the shared bed to creak, bed frame hitting the back of the walls echoing the room. The way his cock opens you apart, sending a satisfying stretch. Knowing tomorrow you would be sore but you couldn't care less, your legs circling around his waist to pull him closer and deeper.
His walls crumble down even further, his careful nature thrown out of the window.
“Ah ah ah.. Yes right there Xavier that feels so good..” You mutter, more moans coming out of you. Words are starting to go incoherent, not being able to make sentences with your mind full of him and the pleasure building up.
“Right here?” Xavier asks, almost too innocent, and you know he is mocking you. His tip pressing against your sweet spot accurately, whilst his big eyes stare at you with a hint of playfulness. Your eyes for the nth time, roll to the back at the stimulation.
Yet, Xavier is not satisfied. With a shift of his hips, his hard on misses your spot on purpose, causing you to lose all senses of pleasure. A loud whimper in protest, your eyes regaining back to his.
“No- Fuck Xav.. Why-” You are about to lose it, almost peaking but then got denied for the second time is driving you insane.
“Answer me. Is. it. Here.” Xavier does not sound like he is asking, rather than a command for you to answer him as he repeatedly pounds after each emphasis of the word, missing your spot again. Crying in dissatisfaction, you shake your head.
“No.. It’s not there..” You say quietly, lips softly quivering.
Xavier plasters almost like a sinister smile, before he moves against his spot. Angling his hips upwards, he rams into you, almost certain he is hitting the spot of nerves you need. The same rush travels through your body again, this time stronger.
“Then, is it here hm?”
“Fuck..! Yes yes yes there.. That’s the spot.. Don’t stop please..” Not making the same mistake earlier you blabber out words to him, hazy eyes of yours looking as direct to his. Xavier’s smile grows wider.
“That’s right, my good girl.” Xavier’s voice deepens within the praises, letting out a soft giggle at the state of you. Diligently, he leans away to hold onto each side of your hips, hovering it up so it is lifted slightly. You could feel his cock slip in a greater distance, sending you shock.
The last straw, he goes all out. Starting off strong, he fucks into you with no mercy. Skin slapping onto one another from how harsh xavier is going, in harmony with the shared moans resounding along the confinements of the shared space. There is no space for you to breathe, as he keeps going, chasing for the peak you two want badly. Xavier’s fingers lay across your clit, placing a little pressure before moving it in circular motions enough for you to jolt at the sensation. Tightness coiling at your stomach, you already know that you are close.
“Gonna cum, baby?” He questions, quickening his motions around your clit. Xavier sees through you, knowing that you are close. A scream breaks through, your eyes close shut while you nod.
“Mhm yeah shit- Xav.. so close I wanna cum. Let me cum, please..” Your voice breaks, your own hips move forward to press yourself into his fingers while pushing his cock more, brushing onto your g-spot nonstop.
“Yeah? That bad huh?” The other male asks again, pulling his hand away and focuses back on slamming his cock. His breaths are raggy, a sign that he is also near.
Xavier leans back down, connecting his lips with yours once more. The kiss did not have any sense of direction, irregular and messy as the focus is somewhere else. Nonetheless, to feel your softness, your taste is still needed, in such a way that he feels like dying if he does not in any moment.
“Let it go, cum for me baby. Cream on my cock, you can do that right?” Xavier rambles through his words, grunts against your lips. His encouragements guides you easy, the tug on your stomach gets even more intense, it goes on and on until
“That’s my baby, right there. Let go for me. My precious, sweet girl.”
Strong waves of your orgasm washes over you, screaming Xavier’s name at the top of your chest that could break windows. Your release rushes through your blood, your back lifting away from the bed as your eyes close shut. He continues to ride your high by pounding into you, the pace does not make any sense, slow to fast or vice versa. He is close.
“Mhm sorry.. Stay there baby, I’m gonna..” Xavier did not finish his sentence, releasing into you as he fills your pussy up with his hot seed to the brim. He lets out a quiet cry, almost like a whine while moaning your name sweetly against your bruised lips.
After a few more thrusts, he surrenders. Xavier’s huge frame plops on top of yours. The both of you keep quiet for a while, trying to catch your breaths after your highs. Both bodies, sweaty and warm but you and Xavier could not bother to move as you both grow limp.
Minutes go by, Xavier uses his remaining strength to lift his head up to look at you.
The same, usual big eyed gaze comes back into life, as Xavier looks at you with such innocence and a hint of shyness. No matter how many times you both do it, it seems Xavier would always get flustered by the end of it. The image of him back in the hotel after you both were done matches with him now, which leads to you letting out a small laugh.
“What’s so funny?” Xavier asks, red traveling down to his neck as he brows crease deeper. In return, you shake your head.
“No, it is just how you are always the same. Getting shy after sex.” You point, causing him to groan and hide in between your chest due to embarrassment. But it does not take long, his head lifts up again, chin propping at the centre in between your breasts.
“Was that..okay?” The question itself causes you to frown, you never understand why Xavier has doubts about himself, when he is the perfect version in her eyes.
“Perfect, better than the last even.” You comment, earnestly. Xavier, consequently smiles softly at the praise. Assurance is the core of the essence, everything you both do always greets with an affirmation after. It’s the way you both need each other, being each other’s support and uplift on another, instant gratitude washes over you.
But soon, the softness in his eyes got replaced with a hint of hunger again. Unexpectedly, he pulls out from you, causing you to moan softly at the emptiness, a mix of your juices and his come drips out and pools beneath you.
Xavier then lays beside you, arms propping behind his head as he looks at you with a smug on his face.
“How about we ‘test’ it out if we can beat that score of yours. Let’s see if we can do better than this round.” Xavier says without missing a beat, and not to your surprise, your gaze lands on his cock, already hardening at the sight.
Shrugging, you move to straddle over his lap, come dripping down your thighs. Your pussy sits on top of his erecting cock, sandwiching in between your folds, you both moan together at the touch. “Deal, but this time let me do the work. You’ve worked hard, baby.” The slip of that nickname causes Xavier’s orbs to widen slightly.
You both are in for a long night.
a/n: this is just pure smut ngl, and yes i still can't get over this card. No restraints, you will always be famous. idk if this is slightly ooc but i wanted xavier to be a mix of a tease, slightly out of his mind but also a loser boy because he is my loser 🙂↕️
also, really wanted to write it as ambiguous for the gender of "you" but i am not that great at it so sorry for not being inclusive i will learn further so i could make more inclusive ones next time
Guys please don’t give up, please keep boycotting😭 I was not even a fan before but I started researching on this issue because it was so frustrating. Then, I decided to join because I know he doesn’t deserve this, and I genuinely feel that the feelings among RIIZE, the seven members are real. I know we are happy to see his photos now, I am too, and you deserve to feel that way, and he deserves to receive every support there is. But please, you can support him while boycotting SM as well. We need to show SM how stupid they are right now, how they should give Seunghan and RIIZE justice, and start treating their artists properly. I know a lot of nonfans are like me as well, so please, know you’re not alone, please, we have hope, so don’t lose, especially when I know you have been here since the beginning.
btw, thank you so much Gem for doing this, your readings are truly inspriational, and I know for sure this is not the end too.
please remember tarot needs to be taken with a grain of salt. even if he doesn’t come back in november let’s keep boycotting and being loud, please. don’t let that discourage you. we have come such a long way already, korean articles are being made about hani and a huge chinese outlet (110million) posted about it. please we have come so far we CANT stop now we’ll get him back no matter what.
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( reaction ) not wearing any underwear ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 라이즈 ՞
⸃ ⸰ ⌁ riize's reaction to you not wearing panties on a date ヾ
OT7!라이즈・ fem!reader g ・ smut cw ・ public stuff , no actual penetration , under the table stuff wc ・ 0.9k | click to library
request. riize finding out your not wearing any panties on a date 🙈
「 ୨୧ authors note 」 i hope you like it <3 !!!
﹙ 𐙚 : shotaro ﹚ .ᐟ
the smile on his face is nothing compared to the thoughts running through his mind , looking down at his phone , a text from you telling him to check his pocket , stuffing his hand in pocket only to realize your lacy panties in his coat pocket. “really baby?” you nodded , he bit his lip. “so cute baby , when did you take them off?” he asked. “before we left the house.” he was hard as a rock now. “should we leave now?” he asked , it wasn't really a question , more like a request. stepping out of the both , he walked behind you , so if you made the wrong move you wouldn't flash the restaurant. “just because im smiling doesn't mean I'm happy baby girl.” he whispered in your ear.
“i'm gonna ruin your pretty pussy when we get home.”
﹙ 𐙚 : eunseok ﹚ .ᐟ
notices it as you step out the car , you skirt so fucking tiny he can see your ass. “fucking hell.” he gets out the car behind you , pulling your skirt down , kissing your temple an old couple passing by you , smiling at how cute you two were. “fucking slut why aren't you wearing underwear.” he whispered in your ear. “you're trying to piss me off right now and im trying to do something nice for you.” he said , you smirked , making him scoff. “keep laughing now.” he said.
“i wanna see you laugh when im stuffing my cock inside of you later and you're begging to let you cum.”
﹙ 𐙚 : sungchan ﹚ .ᐟ
sungchan is a little slow with it; he doesn't even notice that before your date, when you gave him a supposed innocent hug, that you stuffed your panties inside his back pocket. it's just a matter of waiting , and waiting , until he reaches into back pocket to grab his wallet at the end of the date , he feels the fabric in his hand , he pulls it out only to stuff it back in looking at you with wide eyes. “baby?” he leans in. “are you not wearing…” he looks under the table , where your legs are spread open , your bare cunt on display for him. “oh fuck.” he's quickly paying that bill , not even caring about to go boxes or dessert , he's got something sweeter eat right between your legs.
“fuck get in the back seat , i’m not not waiting to wait to take your sweet cunt.”
﹙ 𐙚 : wonbin ﹚ .ᐟ
thinks you're joking when you lean over the table , whispering to him you don't have any panties on; certainly you wouldn't actually dare to not wear panties out in public — his thoughts proven wrong when he looks under the table and your legs are spread open for him to see , your cute pussy already dripping for him , so you know what he does … pays for the bill , grabbing your hand. “come on.” you two don't even make it to the car , before he's pulling you into an alleyway. “bin , let's wait until we get home , this is too open.” he's not listening , thinking with his cock only.
“no baby , you weren't thinking about the public when you were showing me your pussy.”
﹙ 𐙚 : seunghan﹚ .ᐟ
he was just being a good boyfriend; you dropped your fork , he was just going under the table to fetch it for you; only to see your legs spread open — the only thing you hear is his head hitting the table , you let out a giggle , his head resurfacing , smiling as he calmly places the fork on the table. “princess , you being naughty hm? not wearing any panties?” as much as he wants to jump across the table and ravish you , he's so calm; luckily the dinner is finished and he can pay the bills and you two can leave. “what about dessert hannie?”
“we can get it to go baby , i need to feel you around me now.”
﹙ 𐙚 : sohee ﹚ .ᐟ
both of you are on the same freak scale; you knew he'd try and tease you in public , so you wanted to get back at him , you could feel his hand creeping up your skirt , but you had a surprise waiting for him , so you didn't stop him , feeling his hand on your mound , his eyebrows furrowing. “are you?” he ran his finger up your slit. “you're not wearing any panties.” he gasped. “you wouldn't know if your hand wasn't up my skirt you little perv.” he pinched your clit with made you bite down on your fist to conceal a moan. “i bet you you're hard right now.” and you would be correct his cock was begging to be freed. “fuck let's go.” you decided to tease him a little more. “but i want dessert.” you pout.
“fine get your desert , i'm just gonna go under the table and eat mines , i bet she's real sweet for me.”
﹙ 𐙚 : anton﹚ .ᐟ
didn't understand why you would text him; you were right across from him , he answers it anyway , immediately wishing he didn't. “you-you're joking right?” he said looking up at you, his face red. “you're just gonna have to look.” you shrugged , sitting his phone down , lifting up the table cloth , looking under. “son of a bitch.” he whispered to himself. “why don't you have panties on?” his cock hard in his slacks. “baby fuck , i'm so hard right now, we got to leave right now.” you've your boyfriend so eager to leave somewhere so fast. “what about dessert?”
“i will literally order you something as soon as im done fucking you i don't care , we need to leave.”
•Shotaro the type of guy to read all the terms and conditions and then agree on them
•Eunseok the type of guy to slowly turn around in his chair with cat on his lap and say "well well well look who we have here" thinking hes mysterious💀
•Sungchan the type of guy to whistle while he's trying to not look suspicious
•Wonbin the type of guy to say "it's my lucky day" when he finds a penny on the floor
•Seunghan the type of guy to say "your worst nightmare" when a villain asks who is he😭😭
•Sohee the type of guy to take his phone out and scroll on the weather app when he sees a baddie on public
•Anton the type of guy to fall while being chased and say "Go on without me, save yourself" to the other members💀
I hope this reaches the right audience, and that bigger creators write something about this to spread and help, even if you're not a Riize fan, please help us.
I want to say something about all this Seunghan's situation. To all the people who say "If you boycott the other 6 members you're not a true briize"
We're not fighting only for seunghan.
We're fighting for ourselves, because KPOP companys want so badly to have an impact outside of Asia but don't do anything when the international fans ask for something. It took us 10 months to get seunghan back but 2 days for Asian fans to kick him out.
We're fighting for the other 6 members who were so happy to have their friend back in the group and their happiness has been taken away from them.
We're fighting for the other idols as well, Seunghan was wrongly bullied for having a girlfriend and smoking, basically for being human, and SM did nothing to protect him. And now that he left I can't help but wonder, how are other idols feeling now? Are they scared that they might be the next ones this happens to? Knowing that if they get caught even hanging out with someone of the opposite sex might end the career they've been working on for YEARS.
And we're doing this for all the people who suffer from bullying. SM left those funeral wreaths outside their building for idols to see, isn't that wrong? They should have done something. This situation is critical, SM basically proved that by bullying those people can obtain whatever they want, they're giving an example that encourages bullying, which is clearly wrong.
It's time for international fans to raise their voice. SM has been called out for this behaviour for YEARS and yet they've done nothing. I am tired of this agency, I'm not supporting any of its groups till they start protecting their artists.
PLS repost or make your own post, I don't care if you're a small or big creator, your help is needed, even if you're not a fan, please understand our situation and help us. We're trying to make a difference in that industry.
hi. by the looks of my layout, i believe it is pretty obvious that i am a briize and as a briize, if you are supporting riize or keeping up with them and engaging with their official content, i am begging all of you to STOP IMMEDIATELY.
please please please please please BOYCOTT RIIZE. do not support any of their future content, releases, albums, etc.
this is not hate towards the boys but to SM Entertainment themselves who have failed to protect seunghan as a person and as their artist.
as a briize, i cannot, in good conscious, allow them to move forward under a company that listened to the minority who were BITCH WHINING about a member who had an ex girlfriend and smoked. this is not normal. whatever the ot6 side of the fandom has done is completely psychotic and inhumane. sending 1000 funeral wreaths to a person who is alive and wishing him death for simply breaking their parasocial delusion is unforgivable and should not be tolerated whatsoever.
i am humbly asking for everyone's support on this.
