xavier likes that his shy girl is quiet in bed — mdni
you were soft-spoken in every sense of the word, and xavier adored that about you. he loved the way you shrank under attention, the way your voice dipped into shy mumbles when nerves got the better of you. he loved how easily you gave yourself away—how warmth bloomed through you at the smallest, most trivial embarrassment, heat he could feel every time you flushed.
but what xavier loved most about you, his shy girl, was how quiet you were even when speared on his cock.
most men would be deterred by this. their ego would take a blow if they heard how quiet you were, but xavier? it made him crazy. made his cock throb and ache. it made him want to ruin you.
because it’s not that you were mute—you made noise, but they weren’t the same moans you’d hear in porn. they were the cutest little squeaks and whines—precious gasps and whispers of his name. tiny pleas that he’s trained his ear to hear since they always come out so breathless and dulled.
it undoes him. your sweet, protective boyfriend—the one that orders for you, the one that never judges you for being so timid, the one that takes you home the second he sees an inkling of overstimulation or discomfort—isn’t so sweet in bed because all he wants… all he needs is to pull those noises out of you. fuck you till you’re reduced to mush, tears and squeals.
it always starts the same—he feels your heat, sees your pupils dilated, senses the restlessness. then he initiates. he’s gentle at first, caressing your face and working his lips into yours like he’s trying to warm you up. his hands cup your tits through the fabric of your shirt, eliciting a tiny gasp for you.
and honestly, the sound alone is enough to turn him into a monster.
a monster that tears at your clothes until you’re both left in nothing but underwear. a monster that pushes you back onto the bed and drinks you in—your chest heaving, your lips swollen and parted. a monster that shreds your underwear without hesitation, savoring your startled whine before murmuring promises of buying you more.
“you okay, angel?” he pants, the question breaking through once the haze lifts just enough for him to worry he’s gone too far.
but you nod, a wobbly smile tugging at your mouth as you whisper, “‘m okay… keep going, please?”
xavier can’t hold himself back, pulling out his cock and tapping it against your hardened clit and watching you jolt underneath him.
“so fuckin’ cute…” he mutters, pressing into you with a hiss. “and so fuckin’ t-tight, god, honey. doesn’t matter how many times i fuck this pretty pussy, you’re always gonna be so, so tight.”
your eyes squeeze shut, brows knitting together as pleasure takes over—making the prettiest face xavier has ever seen, and ever will. your expression says more than your voice ever could, the barely audible whines slipping past your lips as he pushes through the resistance and sinks fully into you.
he bottoms out with a groan, the tip of him brushing your cervix. a sharp, pained gasp tears from your throat as your walls clamp around him, tight and reactive, holding him there like you don’t want to let go.
he waits for your okay—he always does—and when you nod, slightly arching your back off the bed in silent permission, he grunts happily. he pulls out of you slowly, making you feel every inch of him leave your pussy till only a single inch remains and then pushes back into you. faster than his first thrust— harder.
“xavie…” you whimper and it makes him throb. from his head to his dick to his toes, he throbs. his name sounds so precious, so pretty when it falls meekly out of your mouth. he’d have to be ill to be immune to it.
“fuck, angel, you feel so good—so perfect. all for me.” he groans, snapping his hips harder, watching the last of your nervousness melt away. he knows that’s why you’re so quiet—why you’re so shy about being loud. he knows how easily embarrassment creeps in, even when you have no reason to feel it.
but he doesn’t care. you could be silent the whole time and he wouldn’t care.
because your pretty face says it all. your slack jaw, the drool slipping down your face, your eyes crossing beneath knitted brows, they all scream one thing:
it feels so fucking good.
and he knows when you’re close. your walls flutter and spasm around him like crazy and you can’t seem to find a place for your hands. they fall flat on his abdomen, then trail up to his chest, then back at your sides where they fist at the sheets. you get a little noisier—though barely. your breaths turn labored, a cute squeak slipping out with every thrust as you pant, murmuring a ghost of his name between shaky exhales.
and you completely shatter when he urges you on, cooing, “go on ‘n cum f’me, honey. soak my cock like a good girl.”
it’s too much—you can’t ever resist being praised like that. your stomach stirs and static fills your already-fuzzy brain as you clamp around him and cum. your arousal soaks him beautifully, leaving a milky-white ring around the base of his cock.
the cock that fucks you through your orgasm while you whimper his name, softly—gently, like a mantra. like it’s the only word you know and it drives him crazy. it makes his hips stutter, his moans grow louder, a whiny, “baby, ‘m cumming,” spilling past his lips.
then you’re full, cum flooding your pussy and spreading warmth through your body. he collapses on top of you, face nuzzling into the crook of your neck with his length still trapped between your messy, worn walls. he lays a few lazy kisses against your pulse point and his lips spread into a smile against your skin when he feels you gasp.
his lips trail up to your jaw, then your cheek, before his cobalt blue eyes meet yours—soft, adoring. “you always sound so pretty, angel,” he murmurs, voice like a vow, and then he seals the words with a gentle kiss to your lips. ♡
kit says… um hello…. i hope this is good LMAO. only proofread like once and based off this request!