Non-writers don't understand how much of writing is just googling things like "when was the croissant invented" for worldbuilding reasons and staring off into the distance.
nishinoya thinks you look good tied up like a present.
youâre not sure why you agreed to this.
when he said he wanted to practice his knot-tying skills you thought he was learning how to sail or rock climb or learning to do something other than this.
you never imagined youâd end up having your hands bound, with your ankles and calves tied tightly to your legs. when he tied your right leg up you laughed at the awkwardness. when he tied the final strugglers knot on your left leg, you found your situation to be quite severe.
heâs got you on your back. unable to close your spread legs. you struggle against your confines as he backs away, staring intensely. when you lift your head to complain, you find him thinking. heâs thinking so hard youâre unable to bring yourself to interrupt his train of thought.
as soon as youâre about to break the silence he perks up. âgot it. i know how to tie the final knot.â he hastily runs to the closet before you can protest being tied up like a christmas present any more than you already were. but when he comes out with the wool scarf you got him for his birthday last year, youâre speechless.
itâs not like you can really push him away from you. before you know it heâs completely hindered your sight with the scarf. you protest when he wraps it over your eyes but he quickly shuts you down. âoh come on. itâs way more fun this way right? i heard it heightens all your other senses. also this knot is super easy. itâs called a soft shackle. iâll teach it to you.â
âyou canât be serious, yuu.â you huff in exasperation. âwhatâs next, are you gonna gag my mouth?â though you canât see his face youâre sure heâs thinking about it. you hear his feet shuffling on the floor. âno, i wanna hear what youâre thinking about.â heâs serious this time. the sincerity hangs on his words. you laugh at how silly it sounds and also at how unbelievably admirable you found him.
âi think itâs time you untied me. this is getting uncomfortable.â the more you fiddled around the more your shirt rode up above your stomach. you could feel the cool air on your skin and it made you squirm knowing he was most definitely staring.
to your demise, nishinoya had suddenly gone silent for once. you sighed in frustration as you slowly and unwillingly learned the rules to whatever weird, sick game he was playing at.
âyuu, i swear to god you better not have left me here like this.â you spat at no one. the lack of response makes you sigh for the millionth time in the last hour. as you lie there, waiting for a response you finally hone in on the sound of short, quick breaths on the left side of the room.
the realization makes you laugh. âi can hear you, dumbass.â the sound of his own laughter fills the room. âsee, whatâd i tell you. youâve got super hearing now.â the sound of his padded footsteps cascades from one part of the room to another. âwhat side of the room am i on now?â his voice rings with excitement. you smile at how silly it all is. âyouâre on my right now.â
youâre starting to like this game a little.
âso, if you had to guessâŠhow many meters away from you do you think i am?â his tone is serious again and it makes you feel a little weird about it but youâre not sure why. âthis is stupid. just untie me already.â he huffs in disappointment. âbut iâm not done yet, just hold on a sec.â youâre squirming again and you can feel your hair getting staticky against the sheets.
âat least take my blindfold off, please?â you say as soft as you can. he laughs again, a short and breathy one. âthatâs sweet.â again you feel a weird sensation in your gut. youâre growing more and more uneasy when he goes silent again. you hear the rackety sound of the heat coming on. the buzzing of the hearing unit is louder in this silent room.
âseriously yuu, this isnât funny anymore.â your frustration laced into your words. the struggle to move only caused you more distress. by now your top had completely ridden up your torso, revealing the underwire of your bra. your efforts to force it back down proved to be useless in your current situation. you curse yourself for looking unruly in front of him. not that heâd care.
he hasnât said anything for at least five minutes now. your efforts to hear him breathing heavily or walking across the room are drowned out by the electric sound of the heater. youâre squirming even more now trying to wriggle your hands out of the smooth ropes. when the heater finally goes off you continue to struggle until you finally hear it.
you pause your actions as your hearing focuses on something. itâs quiet, yet constant like clockwork. its coming from directly in front of you. like. right in front of you. it takes you a minute to really decipher what the sound is. itâs sounds soft, and weirdly clicky, andâŠwet?
you finally hear one longer than average inhale from right above you. followed by a choked exhale. âyuu. what the fuck are you doing right now?â your breath catches in your throat as it finally registers that heâs jerking off right in front of you.
after your eclectic outburst of an interrogation, nishinoya canât hold back another moan. the first one comes out strangled and short, the latter moan is smooth and you can hear just how rich it is with pleasure.
youâre really trying hard this time. youâre shouting curses at him about how weird and gross he is. your hair clings to the scarf and your face as you struggle against the multitude of knots that adorn your body. you stop writhing when he puts his hand on your pelvis. âjust w-wait, just stay still for a second.â his voice is strained so thin as he rubs his hand over your cunt through your pants.
you make a noise, to your disappointment itâs lewder than you wanted. you donât want him to know that this whole time youâve been pretty much aching all over. that when he finally touches you itâs sending signals all over your body. all over the net-like harness heâs got tied on you. itâs really not all that bad. itâs tight enough where you can feel each knot but itâs not so tight that it hurts. itâs just right and you hate that he knows you that well.
you feel the indent of his knees at the foot of the bed. he moans as your body contorts to shrug yourself up the bed, making space for him. his hand leaves you and you feel the absence like a dead weight. you can hear the sound of his fist speeding up around his weepy cock. you can practically hear the dribbles of precum that leak from his tip. that pit in your stomach has turned molten.
âplease, please i wanna see.â you mewl, shame apparating into your stomach. due to all your writhing around the scarf had slid partially off of your face. you could see a sliver of what was occurring in front of you, but nishinoya knows you deserve a little more than that.
he exhales sharply and you just know the exact face heâs making. his knees gently shake the bed and you can tell heâs fucking his fist at a steady pace. âyeah? yeah you wanna see what my dick looks like when i cum all over your stomach.â you sighed in pure bliss. you really couldnât believe him.
âyouâre so weird. i still have my clothes on yâknow.â you say breathlessly with a grin. âyou should see how ridiculous you look right now.â he says, heâs trying to sound mean but you canât really glaze over how pathetic his voice sounds right now.
the truth was you did look truly ridiculous to nishinoya. obviously you couldnât see what you looked like with the stupid scarf-blindfold thing he put on you purely based on something he read about in a magazine. but you looked ridiculous with your shirt halfway off and your legs completely spread open for him. truthfully the second he tied the sloppy knot on the scarf, he was already half hard. however, watching you struggle and squirm and huff and puff really got him going in some unexplainable way.
he felt like a desperate teenager again thinking about how absolutely pathetic he looked. he canât even bring himself to touch you. you look so perfect all tied up and available to him it didnât feel real. he has to stifle a laugh at how much heâs holding back his words. he doesnt want you to know how perverse he really is.
when he first stepped away from you he was thinking about what youâd look like tied up in just your bra and underwear. that one set he really likes. when he asked you how many meters away you thought he was, he was thinking about swiping his leaky tip over your plush lips.
not like you could do anything to really stop him. sure, whatever you were still wearing your clothes but something about not seeing your completely naked body just made him absolutely insane.
imagining how the ropes would leave marks and groves against your smooth skin caused him great pleasure, and also great pain since all your clothes were still on. he still canât believe you actually agreed to this. maybe another guy wouldâve just untied you after the first time you asked. maybe they wouldâve never tied you up in the first place and maybe he should untie you right now.
heâs starting to feel really bad until he hears the words heâs been waiting to hear.
youâre begging him. begging him to let you see him, and he thinks he might cum right then and there. heâs not sure if masturbating ever felt as good as it did now. heâs shifts right between your legs. you can feel the heat of his thick cock emanating warmth across your stomach and you moan at the sensation.
he lifts your blindfold off, letting it rest on your forehead. he likes how messy you look. youâre looking into his eyes with this look on your face. it makes his breath hitch in his throat, âfuck, iâm gonna cum.â he says, his voice is sooo heavy with lust you feel a shiver across your entire body.
your eyes lock onto his throbbing, ruddy cock as he desperately rubs it up and down. you watch as hot spurts of cum land on your bare stomach. heâs quiet for a moment before he groans, loudly and aggressively. the burning hot head of his cock makes contact with the skin under your belly button.
you canât look away as desire bubbles in your stomach. a sense of desperation fills you when you feel yourself clench around nothing. heâs smearing his cum all over your stomach with his tip. his moans become breathy shudders and you can feel him practically trembling as he comes down from his high. he takes a few more deep breaths before he shakily laughs. he looks up, running his clean hand through his hair before glancing down at you.
you swallow thickly when you meet his gaze. this whole ordeal is just absurd, but you canât bring yourself to look away. thereâs something addicting about the look in his eyes, and though you donât break the eye contact you open your mouth to speak.
âare you gonna untie me now?â
i wrote this basically in one sitting. like i little blacked out and when i woke up it was finishedâŠâŠlol
xavier isn't really your type, so you say. so why does being with him feel so incredibly right?
tags: 4.8k words, nsfw, overstimulation, creampie, spit mentioned, mating press, fem reader
a/n: i wanted to write reader as someone who has trouble knowing what she wants and is in denial of her feelings. xavier is very understanding of this. also sorry this got wayyyy too long i went on a weird tangent towards the end oopsie:3
heâs not the type you typically go for. heâs a bit of a basket case and his eyes are unusually assertive. maybe it was the unavoidable fact that he was your co-worker that made him desirable to you that night. maybe it was those annoyingly alluring blue eyes whose gaze you tried your hardest to avoid. either way it wasnât like the two of you were dating. if you asked him exactly what you were heâd probably categorize you as colleagues.
sure, you had hooked up a handful of times. youâd âmistakenlyâ stumble upon his doorstep, claiming it was a drunken accident after a clumsy night out. heâd insist on getting you your first sip of water in over four hours and a nice meal to combat the liquor. before bed when youâre washing your face in his bathroom, you tell yourself it that it doesn't quite feel right. heâs too uniform, too clean, and way too normal. you didnât mean to lead him on. you never thought he'd grow to like you this much. you're not sure how to feel.
your last hookup was with a friend of a friends at a lackluster party, your last relationship ended with a sad last hurrah, and though you don't really want to admit it, you hadnât really been seeing anyone other than xavier for the past year. it wasnât like you to be so still, so stagnant with someone who you didn't call a boyfriend. his soap smelled nice and his towels were soft. you swear youâd never seen a cleaner bathroom in your life. today when you show up unannounced at his door he doesnât question you. he simply stands aside as you saunter into the living room. things were strikingly casual but you liked it that way. it was simpler, easier to digest. no strings or promises to uphold. it was just sex, and anyways there was the matter of workplace etiquette. the two of you could only be considered colleagues after all.
his living room is neat, everything in precise order. his house smells nice, but you canât quite name the exact scent. when you take a seat on his couch he doesnât hesitate to take the spot next to you. "did you ever get the lab results from those aether cores we found last week?" you ask as you lean against his side, fidgeting with your phone. you can feel his eyes boring into you. "no not yet. who are you texting?" he asks bluntly. "tara." the conversation lays flat against the two of you. it never goes too low or too high. right in the middle where it's comfortable. you go from laying against his ribcage to having your head in his lap. the movie you'd turned on was beginning to drag, the popcorn he'd made an hour ago was stale. you couldn't help but wonder if maybe the two of you had gotten too casual, but you also don't know why you care so much. you knew what you wanted from him because there was only one thing standing between you.
the first time was a mistake. an honest mistake on a bad night out. you're not sure why he was there or why you even went over to him in the first place. there was a stumble to get into the elevator. you were certain you'd pressed floor 5. or had you even pressed the button at all? a part of you believed that xavier had beaten you to the chase and maybe led you straight to your doom after all. when you both arrived at the sixth floor you couldn't bring yourself to protest xavier's suggestion to come in, just for a bowl of ramen.
upon entering his apartment you can recall the shuffle of feet and the thrashing of tongues. you remember the flush of his face and exactly what his fingers felt like. to your horror you had been able to remember too much of what had occurred the night before.
you were terrified the next morning to discover just how far things had progressed. yet when you saw him, it all became weirdly normal. there was something calm and yet slightly unnerving in the way he looked at you. at first it creeped you out, although discomfort quickly turned to intrigue. it seemed like he actually enjoyed knowing that the two of you had slept together. a strange feeling of lust mixed with something more complex overcomes you with a chill when you remember.
when you sit up slowly, face inches from his, he barely reacts. you see the twinge in the diameter of his pupils but remind yourself that a normal person would've never noticed something so trivial. "what is it?" he asks, his voice is still calm. "i was just thinking that we could be doing something else right now. something fun." you whisper. you're sure he can feel the vibrations in your voice from the forced proximity between you. he swallows thickly, and you feel the motion in your bones. "what are you suggesting?" he asks, the corners of his mouth twinging upwards.
you're both smiling at each other. you waste no time begging or being extra suggestive. you slip your palm over his crotch as your lips meet his. his lips move against yours making you feel the contrast in tempo. xavier's tongue gently melts against your wild, convulsing muscle. it's so like him to be so sensual and particular. it's annoying. a casual hookup isn't supposed to be all lovey-dovey like this. from what you've experienced they're usually clumsy and messy and typically you want them to be over as soon as they start. you always have to push him a little to speed things up.
you can feel how hard he is. the material of his pants is taut against the growing tension. when you start to unbutton him he quickly grabs your wrist. you gasp lightly at how abrupt he is. "someone's feeling bold today." he whispers, the words flutter against your lips. "you don't want to?" you ask, knowingly. he laughs breathlessly. "i didn't say that." he mumbles before dropping your wrist into his lap. your hand instinctively cups his cock. a muffled whimper escapes him. to others he might seem restrictive towards his emotions but his boyish tendencies often showed during moments like these. he was actually quite easy to read. you were sure xavier hoped for something more than a sleazy happening. you were sure from the way that he looked at you that he saw more than a hookup, and much more than a colleague.
the drastic contrast that reverberated in waves between you and xavier was becoming too stark. he was exceedingly successful in his work and he seemed to you like the worldâs most reliable guy ever. you were clumsy, disorganized, and hopeless at times. sure you worked harder than ever as part of the hunter's association, but your reasoning dwelled deeper than a good work ethic.
you didn't have time for a relationship, and certainly not a relationship with someone as put together as xavier. although there were times it felt like there was a different side to him, something less proper. something more like you. it flickered in his face like candlelight before blowing away like smoke.
you start to take off your shorts, trying to ignore xavier's searing gaze on you. when he finally lets you unsheathe him, you don't waste any time. his eyes grow in shock when you slide yourself into his lap. your clit bumps against the underside of his shaft as you shamelessly grind against him. you've never done it like this with him. you want to take whatever it is you need from him, unapologetically so he gets the idea. whatever's going on with you two, it was strictly for pleasure. you moan louder than you intend to when you finally slide down on him.
you can't help but be a little embarrassed at how wet you are from just a little bit of kissing but you definitely can feel how much he's twitching inside of you. you grin at the way his hips stutter against the back of your thighs. he's got it worse than you. "i didn't think you liked it this way." xavier's voice is strained as he remarks. "of course i like it this way." you respond unequivocally. you're breathless as you grind up and down onto him. you know he's gonna cum first, you can feel it as you increase the tempo. the stretch is honestly remarkable. he's definitely the biggest you've ever been with but you try not to think about it too much.
for such a docile guy he can be a bit surprising in the bedroom. so when he tightens his grip around you and starts pistoning in and out, you can't stop the hitch in your breath and the pathetic moan that tumbles out of your mouth.
his head is buried in your chest. he's close enough to where you can hear each frenzied pant. you get the sudden urge to tease him, just a little. you canât help but smile as you loop your hands through his hair, petting the back of his head. he shudders a bit before forcing himself deep into you, your thighs crush against each others with unexpected strength. the angle he's hitting feels nothing short of insane to you. like he's putting every ounce of effort into forcing his cock inside you and pulling an orgasm straight from within.
ugh, he always does this, you think to yourself.
you know he's close and before you know it, he's almost getting you there. the rhythm of his thrusts starts to slow. he loosens his grip against you, snaking a hand between the two of you to thumb against your clit.
he's looking at you now, and you despise how good he looks.
his cheeks are flushed and somehow his eyes look even bluer than usual. his lips are parted and his panting is gradually becoming more like moans. your hips falter as your mouth parts slightly.
his thumb moves in brisk pulses as his hips are shaky and uneven. when he cums, your whole body moves with his. a couple short, hard thrusts into your spasming hole cause your moans to go high pitched and sharp. the staccato of your bodies transposes notes to your voices. you're so close you can practically grab it with your own two hands. he's cumming in you, it's so hot it's nauseating. you can't seem to remember when you starting letting him do it raw.
all that you can recall is that it was definitely his idea.
his thumb hasn't stopped circling that tender spot between your legs. his thrusts have stopped completely and his head rests on the couch now. your hips raise, unintentionally before coming back down. you start to find a pitiful rhythm to fuck yourself on his dick to. he's so overstimulated, one because he just came and you're so tight, and wet, and so so warm,
but also because he almost can't bear to see that unbelievably desperate face you're making.
"fuck, fuck i'm cumming." you whine, tilting your head back as your eyelids shut tightly. when you cum it's like your whole body freezes, you're only able to slide your cunt over his softening cock. you're losing yourself to pleasure and yet you hate that you can't pull yourself together in front of him. you know for a fact that he's got his eyes locked on your expression. so why do you let your mouth fall open? why do you let that desperate, breathy moan slip out for him? when you barely flit your eyes open you catch a glimpse of him.
he looks like he's in pain almost.
he's wincing at the strangulating feeling of you cumming on his flaccid cock. eyebrows scrunched, heaving like he just can't seem to catch his breath.
the aftershock of your orgasm makes your thighs shake like a new born deer. your breathing is uneven as you lift yourself off of him, your own breath hitches when you hear him hiss sharply. you collapse against him on the couch, unable to pry your eyes from the sight of his creamy, softening dick in front of you.
his pants are still halfway on his thighs, yet they're perfectly clean and black. you can feel his cum slipping out of you and you try your best to hold in a moan. when you get the chance to slip away into the bathroom you find yourself in a strange mood. you knew it was time to get cleaned up and head out, but you're fidgeting in the shower, stalling almost.
just a second more to breathe in the misty scent of his shampoo. you hope he doesn't bother to even say goodbye, that he only let you in to have a measly fuck. when you turn the faucet to the right, the sudden absence of the scalding water leaves goosebumps along your skin. you run your hands over your slicked body. you remember his hands around your torso, and his lips against the shell of your ear. you think about the fact that he likes having his hair played with and that face he makes when he puts it in like it's the first time every time. he always lets you cum no matter what and do whatever you want to him. you know exactly how he feels about you, so why are you hesitating?
you know the right thing to do is leave. go back to your apartment and stop playing house with someone who deserves someone other than you. but when you open the door to see him sitting, waiting for you on the other side, you feel sick to your stomach.
his head immediately perks up at the sight of you, wet hair and still dewy from the water. "that was a long shower." he says liltingly. you're speechless for a second before fickly reminding yourself to not let the lines blur too much. "sorry. i think i'm gonna head out soon. got some work to do." your voice is colder than you intended to make it. his eyes lower, as he turns his gaze to the side. you're not sure what to say for the millionth time in this apartment.
you hate how uncomfortable this whole routine is and you can't help but feel sorry for him. for the past few months he's been giving you the same response when you leave. like a child being left with an unwanted babysitter.
like he thinks he'll be fine after you leave and yet for some reason he doesn't want you to go.
he always looks angry at first but you watch in silent regret as it turns to disappointment. you press your lips together in awkward reform. you expect him to give you a lofty goodbye. to walk you out with a chaste kiss. instead he's pulling you in. "we both know you don't need to be doing any more "work" than you've already done." he says sweeping you into his arms. you're frozen as he leans in. "you're always so quick to leave." he whispers as his lids grow heavy. your hand rests on his tricep, you smile at him nervously.
you can't tell if you want to melt into his touch or to run far away. the lovesick look on his face is adding fuel to the fire burning a hole straight through your sternum. "i've just been slacking on paperwork. i guess there's more to being a hunter than just killing wanderers." you reply. you're desperately trying to combat this strange occurrence, but you can feel your voice getting sweeter as you sink into him.
you're think you're actually sinking into the ambience of the room and the idea of how domestic this whole thing is. "but i've got dinner going on the stove, so you can't leave yet." xavier's rocking you back and forth in his lap slightly and you can't help but flush with embarrassment.
since when did you become so sappy?
you don't push him away when he kisses you, once on the cheek and twice on the lips. there's the familiar feeling of being doted on far too much for your sanity. you feel smothered by the sudden desire to lay in his lap and kiss and never be apart. "stay. you should stay the night." he whispers lowly. before you can stop yourself you're nodding at him.
dinner tastes like affliction when you're scarfing it down to avoid saying too much at the table. he won't stop looking at you. even after your useless tirade about different aether cores and whether or not your evol could resonate with people you don't like. he always answers as honestly and as thoroughly as he can.
when he reaches his hand across the table to grab yours, you're tormented by the way his thumb caresses the back of your hand. you smile that same feeble smile you seem to be producing whenever you're shown affection and try to play off the way you awkwardly snatched your hand back. with a nervous laugh and a pang of anxiety rushing through you, you can't really seem to think straight. when you slip under the table, between xavier's knees the look on his face makes the guilty, sunken feeling in your stomach a thousand times worse.
you've done this before, so why is he making that face? like he feels sorry for you. like maybe he thinks this should be the last time you see each other. you're not sure what to do or say to him when he's like this. because this was complicated. this was the exact reason you didn't want to get involved with him in the first place. there was no shame in having sex, however the shame that overcame your senses under xavier's gaze was becoming too much to bear.
the signals in your brain are getting all mixed up, your nerves are reacting in the worst way possible. why is this so diffucult for you to navigate? you want to go home and bury your head into the blankets. instead you're sliding your hand up and down xavier's hardening cock."what's this about?" he asks, dully. you're unable to stop yourself from glancing down in quiet humiliation.
"i thought you wanted this." you mumble, barely above your breath. you let go of him and sink back on your knees, your hands resting in your lap. xavier makes a noise, telling you he knows what you're referring to. when he zips his pants, he's looking down at you with an unreadable, yet dormant expression. he scoots his chair back and gently moves the hair from your face. "come here." his voice is still calm, but you can't ignore the sweet, nurturing tone.
when you stand between his legs, still gazing at the floor he laughs lightly. "what's wrong? did something happen to make you act all weird today?" he teases. a million complex questions run rampant in the front of your mind, the simpler ones start forming as solid thoughts. what are we? why didn't you turn me away that night? why do you keep looking at me like that?
instead, "can we go to sleep now?" is the only thing you can manage to say. you can see the confusion behind xavier's eyes but you don't retract the question. "sure. are you tired?" he says while standing up. "no, not really." you respond, turning your back to him.
you're jumping his bones as soon as you enter his room. the way your teeth clash against his hurts, but it doesn't deter you or even slow you down.
you know he won't push you away so you persevere. this is what feels right. no guilt or shame in fucking each others brains out. at least not as much as holding hands at the dinner table(or something). once you're on your back you can sense that alter ego of xavier's lingering on his fingertips as he lifts the hem of your shirt up. he immediately attaches his mouth around your sensitive nipple. you quiver in time with the movements of his tongue, making you whimper.
he's kissing down your stomach, head dipping low. you grab his face with both your hands before he goes lower. the two of you look at each other for a moment, breathing heavy and staring with deep intent. "just put it in, please." you manage to spit out, more sweetly than you intended. he obliges, shedding his shirt onto the floor. you inhale sharply at the sight of his pale skin in the light of the moon. he kisses you, hard and messy. it makes you moan and grasp at the ends of his hair. the sound of his zipper gets you excited. the look in his eyes makes you anxious. "you always want it to go as quick as possible." you're looking straight into his eyes but you know his cock is probably so hard and weepy in his palm.
"you never let me savor it." when he spreads your legs apart you know he's got it out for you.
he slides his dick, clad against your clit. the tip sends shivers through you, and you can feel yourself clench harshly. you're biting your lip as you stare in anticipation at the sight in front of you. back and forth and back and forth. your legs are shaking already and he's not even inside yet. it's like he knows exactly how to get you going. every time he glides over your clit it brings you a step closer to an orgasm. you can see precum pooling on his tip as he grinds against you.
youâre embarrassed that youâre already so close. you feel pathetic when you cum as he replaces his dick with his nimble fingers. when they rub at your clit with precision, you feel a gush of arousal coat his fingers. your eyes are closed shut as a throaty moan exits your opened mouth. your head drops back into the bed as you fail to compose yourself. when you try to close your shaky legs, he slides a hand against the back of your thigh, cupping the underside of your knee.
he gently keeps you from shutting him out. "see, i know you like it better this way. why do you always deny it?" he says, matter-of-factly. you're at a loss for words, mind still overblown with leaky pleasure. when you can't muster a response to him he smiles, lovingly. "ok, i'm sorry.â his hand rubs circles over your outer thigh as his free hand palms his cock. âi'm putting it in now."
you can feel the heaviness of his cock resting against you when he says that.
the initial push is slow and brutal. the tip spreads you open so nicely. as he gets deeper and deeper your face contorts in pleasure. when his hips finally bottom out you can see the way his self restraint starts to diminish as you clench around him.
"you act like you want to run away from this, but your body never wants to let go of me."
when you open your eyes slightly you notice that his are laser focused on where your sex meets. he moves at first in shallow thrusts. this way you can really feel it when he hits that one overly sensitive place. he notices it right away from the way your body tenses up. you hate how observant he is because now he's guiding his cock with his hand to really grind into your g-spot.
you swallow thickly at the feeling. when he starts rubbing your clit you curse yourself for letting him unravel you this easily. when he sees how much of a mess you are underneath him xavier dips his head into the crook of your neck.
"i know you're indifferent, but you always let me do whatever i want to you without complaints. i like that about you, among everything else."
he whispers lasciviously into your ear, igniting a spark in deep in your shivering core. you make a poignant face at him when he lifts his head before kissing him. it's sweet and needy. it's exactly the kind of kiss you hate to initiate. it makes you look weak, but you suppose that xavier's not the only one with a secret, contrasting side to them.
he pulls back to cup your face, still thrusting in and out of you with precise vigor. you lean to the side to kiss the palm of his hand, earning a soft groan from xavier's swollen lips. he pulls his hand away, cautiously as if nearing the jaws of a carnal predator.
you follow his movements and your eyes light up when he places two fingers on your tongue. you quickly envelope them with your wanting mouth. bobbing your head and sucking at them as if they were his cock. you watch in delight as his lips curve into a circle as he drinks it all in. "you're not playing fair." he says breathlessly. he quickly yanks his hand back, sticking his own fingers in his mouth. you watch entranced as his cheeks hollow out as he sucks your spit from his fingers. "you're sick." you say, a genuine smile creeping onto your lips.
xavier scowls in obvious embarrassment. he firmly plants his hands under your knees, spreading you wider as he leans in close. "it's your fault." he says lowly. at this new angle you can really feel the fullness of his cock plunging in and out of you. the wet,clicky sound of xavier fucking you fills your ears along with his frequent, airy moans. "does it feel good?" he asks, his voice is shaky and lighter than usual. it makes your face hot and tingly. it makes your head hazy and unnavigable.
your lack of a quick response only annoys xavier. he wants to hear it from you just how worked up he's got you. you gasp sharply when he mounts you fully. the girth of his cock stretches you out and though it burns you find yourself moaning louder. it's music to his ears. each moan includes a frantic babble of his name and a broken sound which he can tell is signaling your release.
the soft sound of skin on skin is somehow egging you on. you can't help but want to be fuller, more cognizant of his dick. to feel him everywhere across your skin in burning hotspots, forming mountains, geysers, earthquakes all like across your trembling body. you think about the food still on the dinner table and your wet footprints on his bathroom floor. there's probably strands of your hair entwined together on the walls of the shower and your fingerprints cover every surface of the apartment. was that the totality you craved? you weren't sure.
the only thing you were really sure about was that xavier was hitting all the right spots at all the right angles and you were falling apart in his hands. the worst part was that he knew it too. the way you felt around him. you didn't need to say anything. not a word. without even really thinking about it xavier finds his fingers on your clit again, coaxing you through it. "-m, i'm cu-" you start to babble, "i know. go ahead. for me." he can barely get out that last part. you're gushing around him keeping your eyes barely open just enough to gaze at him. he can't help but smile at you.
he can't look away from you. he just knows that this is how it's supposed to be. you, in his bed, cumming your brains out all over his cock. that's normal to him. or at least he's working on feeling normal about you.
"fuck, xavier. you feel so good." you whimper as you come down from your orgasm thoughts are pooling in your head. you start to put it together just how good he is. you're intimidated by the fact that he's amazing in every aspect of his life. you're drawn by how magnificent he appears to be compared to the masses. you're watching his expression as he cums. you memorize his eyes, his flushed cheeks, and the ever-changing shape of his mouth as he releases more cum inside you.
you can feel his cock flutter and twitch. you're shocked and enamored at how hard he's cumming. he can't speak or even form a coherent thought. he can only muster out a symphony of pathetic moans before he practically collapses on top of you. his head falls next to yours. the weight of him is soothing you as you keen in on his breaths, matching your own pattern to his.
"can i stay the night?" you whisper breathlessly, the growing smile on your face translating to your words. xavier says nothing, his face still adjacent to the satin sheets. he simply buries his head into your neck, slithering his arms underneath you. he holds you tightly, paralyzing you in his grasp, before he puts the blanket of the two of you.
xavier isn't really your type, so you say. so why does being with him feel so incredibly right?
tags: 4.8k words, nsfw, overstimulation, creampie, spit mentioned, mating press, fem reader
a/n: i wanted to write reader as someone who has trouble knowing what she wants and is in denial of her feelings. xavier is very understanding of this. also sorry this got wayyyy too long i went on a weird tangent towards the end oopsie:3
heâs not the type you typically go for. heâs a bit of a basket case and his eyes are unusually assertive. maybe it was the unavoidable fact that he was your co-worker that made him desirable to you that night. maybe it was those annoyingly alluring blue eyes whose gaze you tried your hardest to avoid. either way it wasnât like the two of you were dating. if you asked him exactly what you were heâd probably categorize you as colleagues.
sure, you had hooked up a handful of times. youâd âmistakenlyâ stumble upon his doorstep, claiming it was a drunken accident after a clumsy night out. heâd insist on getting you your first sip of water in over four hours and a nice meal to combat the liquor. before bed when youâre washing your face in his bathroom, you tell yourself it that it doesn't quite feel right. heâs too uniform, too clean, and way too normal. you didnât mean to lead him on. you never thought he'd grow to like you this much. you're not sure how to feel.
your last hookup was with a friend of a friends at a lackluster party, your last relationship ended with a sad last hurrah, and though you don't really want to admit it, you hadnât really been seeing anyone other than xavier for the past year. it wasnât like you to be so still, so stagnant with someone who you didn't call a boyfriend. his soap smelled nice and his towels were soft. you swear youâd never seen a cleaner bathroom in your life. today when you show up unannounced at his door he doesnât question you. he simply stands aside as you saunter into the living room. things were strikingly casual but you liked it that way. it was simpler, easier to digest. no strings or promises to uphold. it was just sex, and anyways there was the matter of workplace etiquette. the two of you could only be considered colleagues after all.
his living room is neat, everything in precise order. his house smells nice, but you canât quite name the exact scent. when you take a seat on his couch he doesnât hesitate to take the spot next to you. "did you ever get the lab results from those aether cores we found last week?" you ask as you lean against his side, fidgeting with your phone. you can feel his eyes boring into you. "no not yet. who are you texting?" he asks bluntly. "tara." the conversation lays flat against the two of you. it never goes too low or too high. right in the middle where it's comfortable. you go from laying against his ribcage to having your head in his lap. the movie you'd turned on was beginning to drag, the popcorn he'd made an hour ago was stale. you couldn't help but wonder if maybe the two of you had gotten too casual, but you also don't know why you care so much. you knew what you wanted from him because there was only one thing standing between you.
the first time was a mistake. an honest mistake on a bad night out. you're not sure why he was there or why you even went over to him in the first place. there was a stumble to get into the elevator. you were certain you'd pressed floor 5. or had you even pressed the button at all? a part of you believed that xavier had beaten you to the chase and maybe led you straight to your doom after all. when you both arrived at the sixth floor you couldn't bring yourself to protest xavier's suggestion to come in, just for a bowl of ramen.
upon entering his apartment you can recall the shuffle of feet and the thrashing of tongues. you remember the flush of his face and exactly what his fingers felt like. to your horror you had been able to remember too much of what had occurred the night before.
you were terrified the next morning to discover just how far things had progressed. yet when you saw him, it all became weirdly normal. there was something calm and yet slightly unnerving in the way he looked at you. at first it creeped you out, although discomfort quickly turned to intrigue. it seemed like he actually enjoyed knowing that the two of you had slept together. a strange feeling of lust mixed with something more complex overcomes you with a chill when you remember.
when you sit up slowly, face inches from his, he barely reacts. you see the twinge in the diameter of his pupils but remind yourself that a normal person would've never noticed something so trivial. "what is it?" he asks, his voice is still calm. "i was just thinking that we could be doing something else right now. something fun." you whisper. you're sure he can feel the vibrations in your voice from the forced proximity between you. he swallows thickly, and you feel the motion in your bones. "what are you suggesting?" he asks, the corners of his mouth twinging upwards.
you're both smiling at each other. you waste no time begging or being extra suggestive. you slip your palm over his crotch as your lips meet his. his lips move against yours making you feel the contrast in tempo. xavier's tongue gently melts against your wild, convulsing muscle. it's so like him to be so sensual and particular. it's annoying. a casual hookup isn't supposed to be all lovey-dovey like this. from what you've experienced they're usually clumsy and messy and typically you want them to be over as soon as they start. you always have to push him a little to speed things up.
you can feel how hard he is. the material of his pants is taut against the growing tension. when you start to unbutton him he quickly grabs your wrist. you gasp lightly at how abrupt he is. "someone's feeling bold today." he whispers, the words flutter against your lips. "you don't want to?" you ask, knowingly. he laughs breathlessly. "i didn't say that." he mumbles before dropping your wrist into his lap. your hand instinctively cups his cock. a muffled whimper escapes him. to others he might seem restrictive towards his emotions but his boyish tendencies often showed during moments like these. he was actually quite easy to read. you were sure xavier hoped for something more than a sleazy happening. you were sure from the way that he looked at you that he saw more than a hookup, and much more than a colleague.
the drastic contrast that reverberated in waves between you and xavier was becoming too stark. he was exceedingly successful in his work and he seemed to you like the worldâs most reliable guy ever. you were clumsy, disorganized, and hopeless at times. sure you worked harder than ever as part of the hunter's association, but your reasoning dwelled deeper than a good work ethic.
you didn't have time for a relationship, and certainly not a relationship with someone as put together as xavier. although there were times it felt like there was a different side to him, something less proper. something more like you. it flickered in his face like candlelight before blowing away like smoke.
you start to take off your shorts, trying to ignore xavier's searing gaze on you. when he finally lets you unsheathe him, you don't waste any time. his eyes grow in shock when you slide yourself into his lap. your clit bumps against the underside of his shaft as you shamelessly grind against him. you've never done it like this with him. you want to take whatever it is you need from him, unapologetically so he gets the idea. whatever's going on with you two, it was strictly for pleasure. you moan louder than you intend to when you finally slide down on him.
you can't help but be a little embarrassed at how wet you are from just a little bit of kissing but you definitely can feel how much he's twitching inside of you. you grin at the way his hips stutter against the back of your thighs. he's got it worse than you. "i didn't think you liked it this way." xavier's voice is strained as he remarks. "of course i like it this way." you respond unequivocally. you're breathless as you grind up and down onto him. you know he's gonna cum first, you can feel it as you increase the tempo. the stretch is honestly remarkable. he's definitely the biggest you've ever been with but you try not to think about it too much.
for such a docile guy he can be a bit surprising in the bedroom. so when he tightens his grip around you and starts pistoning in and out, you can't stop the hitch in your breath and the pathetic moan that tumbles out of your mouth.
his head is buried in your chest. he's close enough to where you can hear each frenzied pant. you get the sudden urge to tease him, just a little. you canât help but smile as you loop your hands through his hair, petting the back of his head. he shudders a bit before forcing himself deep into you, your thighs crush against each others with unexpected strength. the angle he's hitting feels nothing short of insane to you. like he's putting every ounce of effort into forcing his cock inside you and pulling an orgasm straight from within.
ugh, he always does this, you think to yourself.
you know he's close and before you know it, he's almost getting you there. the rhythm of his thrusts starts to slow. he loosens his grip against you, snaking a hand between the two of you to thumb against your clit.
he's looking at you now, and you despise how good he looks.
his cheeks are flushed and somehow his eyes look even bluer than usual. his lips are parted and his panting is gradually becoming more like moans. your hips falter as your mouth parts slightly.
his thumb moves in brisk pulses as his hips are shaky and uneven. when he cums, your whole body moves with his. a couple short, hard thrusts into your spasming hole cause your moans to go high pitched and sharp. the staccato of your bodies transposes notes to your voices. you're so close you can practically grab it with your own two hands. he's cumming in you, it's so hot it's nauseating. you can't seem to remember when you starting letting him do it raw.
all that you can recall is that it was definitely his idea.
his thumb hasn't stopped circling that tender spot between your legs. his thrusts have stopped completely and his head rests on the couch now. your hips raise, unintentionally before coming back down. you start to find a pitiful rhythm to fuck yourself on his dick to. he's so overstimulated, one because he just came and you're so tight, and wet, and so so warm,
but also because he almost can't bear to see that unbelievably desperate face you're making.
"fuck, fuck i'm cumming." you whine, tilting your head back as your eyelids shut tightly. when you cum it's like your whole body freezes, you're only able to slide your cunt over his softening cock. you're losing yourself to pleasure and yet you hate that you can't pull yourself together in front of him. you know for a fact that he's got his eyes locked on your expression. so why do you let your mouth fall open? why do you let that desperate, breathy moan slip out for him? when you barely flit your eyes open you catch a glimpse of him.
he looks like he's in pain almost.
he's wincing at the strangulating feeling of you cumming on his flaccid cock. eyebrows scrunched, heaving like he just can't seem to catch his breath.
the aftershock of your orgasm makes your thighs shake like a new born deer. your breathing is uneven as you lift yourself off of him, your own breath hitches when you hear him hiss sharply. you collapse against him on the couch, unable to pry your eyes from the sight of his creamy, softening dick in front of you.
his pants are still halfway on his thighs, yet they're perfectly clean and black. you can feel his cum slipping out of you and you try your best to hold in a moan. when you get the chance to slip away into the bathroom you find yourself in a strange mood. you knew it was time to get cleaned up and head out, but you're fidgeting in the shower, stalling almost.
just a second more to breathe in the misty scent of his shampoo. you hope he doesn't bother to even say goodbye, that he only let you in to have a measly fuck. when you turn the faucet to the right, the sudden absence of the scalding water leaves goosebumps along your skin. you run your hands over your slicked body. you remember his hands around your torso, and his lips against the shell of your ear. you think about the fact that he likes having his hair played with and that face he makes when he puts it in like it's the first time every time. he always lets you cum no matter what and do whatever you want to him. you know exactly how he feels about you, so why are you hesitating?
you know the right thing to do is leave. go back to your apartment and stop playing house with someone who deserves someone other than you. but when you open the door to see him sitting, waiting for you on the other side, you feel sick to your stomach.
his head immediately perks up at the sight of you, wet hair and still dewy from the water. "that was a long shower." he says liltingly. you're speechless for a second before fickly reminding yourself to not let the lines blur too much. "sorry. i think i'm gonna head out soon. got some work to do." your voice is colder than you intended to make it. his eyes lower, as he turns his gaze to the side. you're not sure what to say for the millionth time in this apartment.
you hate how uncomfortable this whole routine is and you can't help but feel sorry for him. for the past few months he's been giving you the same response when you leave. like a child being left with an unwanted babysitter.
like he thinks he'll be fine after you leave and yet for some reason he doesn't want you to go.
he always looks angry at first but you watch in silent regret as it turns to disappointment. you press your lips together in awkward reform. you expect him to give you a lofty goodbye. to walk you out with a chaste kiss. instead he's pulling you in. "we both know you don't need to be doing any more "work" than you've already done." he says sweeping you into his arms. you're frozen as he leans in. "you're always so quick to leave." he whispers as his lids grow heavy. your hand rests on his tricep, you smile at him nervously.
you can't tell if you want to melt into his touch or to run far away. the lovesick look on his face is adding fuel to the fire burning a hole straight through your sternum. "i've just been slacking on paperwork. i guess there's more to being a hunter than just killing wanderers." you reply. you're desperately trying to combat this strange occurrence, but you can feel your voice getting sweeter as you sink into him.
you're think you're actually sinking into the ambience of the room and the idea of how domestic this whole thing is. "but i've got dinner going on the stove, so you can't leave yet." xavier's rocking you back and forth in his lap slightly and you can't help but flush with embarrassment.
since when did you become so sappy?
you don't push him away when he kisses you, once on the cheek and twice on the lips. there's the familiar feeling of being doted on far too much for your sanity. you feel smothered by the sudden desire to lay in his lap and kiss and never be apart. "stay. you should stay the night." he whispers lowly. before you can stop yourself you're nodding at him.
dinner tastes like affliction when you're scarfing it down to avoid saying too much at the table. he won't stop looking at you. even after your useless tirade about different aether cores and whether or not your evol could resonate with people you don't like. he always answers as honestly and as thoroughly as he can.
when he reaches his hand across the table to grab yours, you're tormented by the way his thumb caresses the back of your hand. you smile that same feeble smile you seem to be producing whenever you're shown affection and try to play off the way you awkwardly snatched your hand back. with a nervous laugh and a pang of anxiety rushing through you, you can't really seem to think straight. when you slip under the table, between xavier's knees the look on his face makes the guilty, sunken feeling in your stomach a thousand times worse.
you've done this before, so why is he making that face? like he feels sorry for you. like maybe he thinks this should be the last time you see each other. you're not sure what to do or say to him when he's like this. because this was complicated. this was the exact reason you didn't want to get involved with him in the first place. there was no shame in having sex, however the shame that overcame your senses under xavier's gaze was becoming too much to bear.
the signals in your brain are getting all mixed up, your nerves are reacting in the worst way possible. why is this so diffucult for you to navigate? you want to go home and bury your head into the blankets. instead you're sliding your hand up and down xavier's hardening cock."what's this about?" he asks, dully. you're unable to stop yourself from glancing down in quiet humiliation.
"i thought you wanted this." you mumble, barely above your breath. you let go of him and sink back on your knees, your hands resting in your lap. xavier makes a noise, telling you he knows what you're referring to. when he zips his pants, he's looking down at you with an unreadable, yet dormant expression. he scoots his chair back and gently moves the hair from your face. "come here." his voice is still calm, but you can't ignore the sweet, nurturing tone.
when you stand between his legs, still gazing at the floor he laughs lightly. "what's wrong? did something happen to make you act all weird today?" he teases. a million complex questions run rampant in the front of your mind, the simpler ones start forming as solid thoughts. what are we? why didn't you turn me away that night? why do you keep looking at me like that?
instead, "can we go to sleep now?" is the only thing you can manage to say. you can see the confusion behind xavier's eyes but you don't retract the question. "sure. are you tired?" he says while standing up. "no, not really." you respond, turning your back to him.
you're jumping his bones as soon as you enter his room. the way your teeth clash against his hurts, but it doesn't deter you or even slow you down.
you know he won't push you away so you persevere. this is what feels right. no guilt or shame in fucking each others brains out. at least not as much as holding hands at the dinner table(or something). once you're on your back you can sense that alter ego of xavier's lingering on his fingertips as he lifts the hem of your shirt up. he immediately attaches his mouth around your sensitive nipple. you quiver in time with the movements of his tongue, making you whimper.
he's kissing down your stomach, head dipping low. you grab his face with both your hands before he goes lower. the two of you look at each other for a moment, breathing heavy and staring with deep intent. "just put it in, please." you manage to spit out, more sweetly than you intended. he obliges, shedding his shirt onto the floor. you inhale sharply at the sight of his pale skin in the light of the moon. he kisses you, hard and messy. it makes you moan and grasp at the ends of his hair. the sound of his zipper gets you excited. the look in his eyes makes you anxious. "you always want it to go as quick as possible." you're looking straight into his eyes but you know his cock is probably so hard and weepy in his palm.
"you never let me savor it." when he spreads your legs apart you know he's got it out for you.
he slides his dick, clad against your clit. the tip sends shivers through you, and you can feel yourself clench harshly. you're biting your lip as you stare in anticipation at the sight in front of you. back and forth and back and forth. your legs are shaking already and he's not even inside yet. it's like he knows exactly how to get you going. every time he glides over your clit it brings you a step closer to an orgasm. you can see precum pooling on his tip as he grinds against you.
youâre embarrassed that youâre already so close. you feel pathetic when you cum as he replaces his dick with his nimble fingers. when they rub at your clit with precision, you feel a gush of arousal coat his fingers. your eyes are closed shut as a throaty moan exits your opened mouth. your head drops back into the bed as you fail to compose yourself. when you try to close your shaky legs, he slides a hand against the back of your thigh, cupping the underside of your knee.
he gently keeps you from shutting him out. "see, i know you like it better this way. why do you always deny it?" he says, matter-of-factly. you're at a loss for words, mind still overblown with leaky pleasure. when you can't muster a response to him he smiles, lovingly. "ok, i'm sorry.â his hand rubs circles over your outer thigh as his free hand palms his cock. âi'm putting it in now."
you can feel the heaviness of his cock resting against you when he says that.
the initial push is slow and brutal. the tip spreads you open so nicely. as he gets deeper and deeper your face contorts in pleasure. when his hips finally bottom out you can see the way his self restraint starts to diminish as you clench around him.
"you act like you want to run away from this, but your body never wants to let go of me."
when you open your eyes slightly you notice that his are laser focused on where your sex meets. he moves at first in shallow thrusts. this way you can really feel it when he hits that one overly sensitive place. he notices it right away from the way your body tenses up. you hate how observant he is because now he's guiding his cock with his hand to really grind into your g-spot.
you swallow thickly at the feeling. when he starts rubbing your clit you curse yourself for letting him unravel you this easily. when he sees how much of a mess you are underneath him xavier dips his head into the crook of your neck.
"i know you're indifferent, but you always let me do whatever i want to you without complaints. i like that about you, among everything else."
he whispers lasciviously into your ear, igniting a spark in deep in your shivering core. you make a poignant face at him when he lifts his head before kissing him. it's sweet and needy. it's exactly the kind of kiss you hate to initiate. it makes you look weak, but you suppose that xavier's not the only one with a secret, contrasting side to them.
he pulls back to cup your face, still thrusting in and out of you with precise vigor. you lean to the side to kiss the palm of his hand, earning a soft groan from xavier's swollen lips. he pulls his hand away, cautiously as if nearing the jaws of a carnal predator.
you follow his movements and your eyes light up when he places two fingers on your tongue. you quickly envelope them with your wanting mouth. bobbing your head and sucking at them as if they were his cock. you watch in delight as his lips curve into a circle as he drinks it all in. "you're not playing fair." he says breathlessly. he quickly yanks his hand back, sticking his own fingers in his mouth. you watch entranced as his cheeks hollow out as he sucks your spit from his fingers. "you're sick." you say, a genuine smile creeping onto your lips.
xavier scowls in obvious embarrassment. he firmly plants his hands under your knees, spreading you wider as he leans in close. "it's your fault." he says lowly. at this new angle you can really feel the fullness of his cock plunging in and out of you. the wet,clicky sound of xavier fucking you fills your ears along with his frequent, airy moans. "does it feel good?" he asks, his voice is shaky and lighter than usual. it makes your face hot and tingly. it makes your head hazy and unnavigable.
your lack of a quick response only annoys xavier. he wants to hear it from you just how worked up he's got you. you gasp sharply when he mounts you fully. the girth of his cock stretches you out and though it burns you find yourself moaning louder. it's music to his ears. each moan includes a frantic babble of his name and a broken sound which he can tell is signaling your release.
the soft sound of skin on skin is somehow egging you on. you can't help but want to be fuller, more cognizant of his dick. to feel him everywhere across your skin in burning hotspots, forming mountains, geysers, earthquakes all like across your trembling body. you think about the food still on the dinner table and your wet footprints on his bathroom floor. there's probably strands of your hair entwined together on the walls of the shower and your fingerprints cover every surface of the apartment. was that the totality you craved? you weren't sure.
the only thing you were really sure about was that xavier was hitting all the right spots at all the right angles and you were falling apart in his hands. the worst part was that he knew it too. the way you felt around him. you didn't need to say anything. not a word. without even really thinking about it xavier finds his fingers on your clit again, coaxing you through it. "-m, i'm cu-" you start to babble, "i know. go ahead. for me." he can barely get out that last part. you're gushing around him keeping your eyes barely open just enough to gaze at him. he can't help but smile at you.
he can't look away from you. he just knows that this is how it's supposed to be. you, in his bed, cumming your brains out all over his cock. that's normal to him. or at least he's working on feeling normal about you.
"fuck, xavier. you feel so good." you whimper as you come down from your orgasm thoughts are pooling in your head. you start to put it together just how good he is. you're intimidated by the fact that he's amazing in every aspect of his life. you're drawn by how magnificent he appears to be compared to the masses. you're watching his expression as he cums. you memorize his eyes, his flushed cheeks, and the ever-changing shape of his mouth as he releases more cum inside you.
you can feel his cock flutter and twitch. you're shocked and enamored at how hard he's cumming. he can't speak or even form a coherent thought. he can only muster out a symphony of pathetic moans before he practically collapses on top of you. his head falls next to yours. the weight of him is soothing you as you keen in on his breaths, matching your own pattern to his.
"can i stay the night?" you whisper breathlessly, the growing smile on your face translating to your words. xavier says nothing, his face still adjacent to the satin sheets. he simply buries his head into your neck, slithering his arms underneath you. he holds you tightly, paralyzing you in his grasp, before he puts the blanket of the two of you.
you canât help but feel a bit sorry for him. hexgates, councilors, enforcers, thereâs far too much weighing on him. you tell yourself that his anger was misdirected at you.
his yellow eyes glint with ambiguity as he gazes at you. âiâm sorry.â his voice is gravelly with regret. â
his large hands reach for yours. how sweet. how evil. your eyes meticulously trace the curve of his cupidâs bow. you regrettably imagine her lips against his and the way her hands might entangle in his dark hair. âi really am sorry.â the low, saccharine tone in his voice almost makes you forget what he was even apologizing for. "youâre important to me.â you canât help but believe him just a little. you canât help but let your lips caress his. he tastes like earl gray and mint. such a familiar flavor and yet thereâs something else you can't quite name. he deepens the kiss while his hands find solace wrapped around you.
kissing him is nostalgic. it comes natural to the both of you, like your lips had been molded to fit perfectly between each others. he was always a sloppy kisser but you liked the way his tongue recklessly thrashed against your teeth. it felt primal in the way that kissing was supposed to be. you never complained when your bottom lip got caught between his teeth. his fingers found their way to the hem of your dress, pulling up the fabric to reveal the prize of this endeavor. heâs touching you like he always did. calculated and yet unpredictable. you moan at the contact. the papers on the desk crumple under your destructive palms and he slides the parchment away from the chaotic mess that the two of you are. careful to not mar any equations or carefully documented runes.
his thumb strategically rubs your clit sending warm electricity throughout your body. you moan into the wet kiss eliciting a deep moan from him in return. you coax his thumb harder and more precise against you, guiding him through your pleasure. he slides your lace underwear aside as two fingers plunge into your slick cunt. he moans again at the feeling. you break the kiss harshly, throwing your head back. jayce's lips connect to your throat leaving hot, effervescent kisses. your hips rock sharply to the rhythm of his fingers. your moans become high pitched and staticky as a slight echo rebounds your bliss. there's an elated tension brewing where two sopping fingers piston into you. you stare into his amber eyes, noticing the scrunch of his eyebrows. your hands absent-mindedly reach for the large bulge constrained against his slacks. he inhales sharply as his hand grips your wrist. "wait-" his eyes ward caution into yours. "why? what's wrong?" you ask naively. he brings his hand away from the heat of your sopping hole, causing your hips to instinctively buck. your lower lip quivers as he steps away from the desk, sighing heavily and turning his wide back to you.
"i'm sorry. this is a mistake, you know we can't be doing this. we're in my lab-" he rigidly stops himself. you watch him observantly as he looks down at his hand, still sheen with your arousal. the skirt of your dress is still hiked up above your thighs. "why not?" you sound pitiable. he hesitates before he speaks. "we just can't." jayce runs his hands through his hair. "is itâŠbecause of her?" your voice is cold and stagnant. he sighs again, this time there's a hint of warmth behind it. "it's not that." he says softly. the fever in your womb turns frigid, spreading to the rest of your trembling body. you try to stop yourself. try to contain the bitterness, the contempt but you can't seem to put a stop to it. "i knew it." you spat, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. your feet touch the hard marble floor as you edge towards him. "congratulations. this is everything you've always wanted." the click of your heels causes his head to turn ever so slightly to meet your eyes. "you got your seat at the council, your perfect lab, and your perfect woman. i guess this means you're done with me." the poison in your speech seems only to affect you. hot tears blur your vision but you still catch a glimpse at a pair of sad yellow eyes. "stop," he turns to fully face you. "don't do that, please it's so childish. you know i'll always care about you." his hands reach up to cup your shoulders. his gaze is intense as ever. you can't help but melt under his touch. the tears that flow only prompt you to spill every drop of affection you harbored. you're drunk on yearning, like water to wine.
"please, jayce." your voice trembles pathetically, head tilting in defeat. your hands reach to hold his face, he responds, gently pushing them away. "i won't tell anyone. you can still have everything you worked for, i promise." you babble desperately. "c'mon don't be like this." he says still fighting off you hands. "i just want to be near you. i won't bother you, please." please please please please, you chant repeatedly in your head like some sort of spell to somehow telepathically change his mind. you start to kiss him sloppily as his hands softly press against your chest. you're kissing his neck, unbuttoning his shirt, ignoring his pleas to calm down as the heat in your core starts up again like a motor. your hands clumsily palm his crotch, he's still hard. etched in between his words of protest you hear a familiar moan. you're tugging at his belt and then at his zipper and then at the weeping head of his cock. "seriously, we can't do this. i'm with someone." he pleads. his wrists pry weakly at your pulling hands. you say nothing because there's nothing to say. you tell yourself that the only way to convince him is to show him how useful you can be. it's the only way to prove to a man of progress just how much he needs you.
you're rhythmically stroking his dick, listening to his ragged breathing. your hands are sticky with pre-cum. without thinking you feel the goosebumps prickle along your thighs as your knees hit the cool ground. you lick a stripe along his thick shaft. his hands entwine intrinsically through your hair. your head bobs frantically up and down, your eyes don't depart from his furrowed features. his eyes flutter closed as your focus settles onto his tip. "we can't be doing this." he repeats as he moans lightly. his hips start to buck faintly. your hands rest on his thighs, using only your mouth to coerce him. his firm hands pull your hair harder as he begins to fuck your mouth. it starts off slow and gentle but the more he gets, the more he needs. the strangled sound of your moans fill the room as he forcibly stuffs his cock into the back of your throat. you always favored this side of him. the aggressive, passionate, greedy side. you selfishly tell yourself you're the only one who can spring on this darker alter ego of his, that you're the only one who can show him his true nature. your mouth is filled with the taste of him. tears flow as you struggle to breath. you think you'll pass out from lack of oxygen before he even cums. his moans become harsh and loud, your pussy cries for attention at the sound of his pleasure. his eyes are tightly shut as his head falls back. "fuck. i'm gonna cum. i'm gonna cum." he exasperatedly declares. with a few brash groans he's spilling into your mouth, hips bucking sporadically.
his thrusts begin to slow until he finally pulls out with a soft moan. a string of fluid connects your lips to the swollen head of his cock. his breathing is broken and he finally looks down to meet your gaze. the look on your face breaks him just a little. your misty eyes and your pouty lips. he doesn't skip the heaving of your chest and your almost silent moans as you try to catch your breath. you haven't looked away from him yet. "get up." he says sternly. you don't disobey. when you meet his level you see the anger in his eyes. "why are you like this?" he huffs frustratedly. "why? why do you always do this to me?" the volume in his last question causes you to jump, startled. you're not sure how to respond. "i just-" before you can muster out an answer he crashes his lips onto yours. you taste his cum meshing with saliva. your body buzzes with excitement. you place your hands into his hair pulling him deeper into your kiss. you're both moaning pathetically into each other's mouths as your bodies collide with the floor.
his hands messily lift your dress above your head. the cold ground sends shivers down your back but you know the chill is all worth it. he doesn't bother sliding off your underwear but instead hurriedly rubs his dick against the sodden fabric. "is this what you wanted?" the ruggedness of his voice makes you grind your hips against his tip. "you want me to fuck you? you like that i'm cheating? you like that? huh?" intensity laces his interrogation. a million devious thoughts run through your head. you think of her face if she saw you two, and of what people would think of you if they found out. it only churns your desire even more. "yes. yes i want it. i want you, jayce. i only want you." your prattling get more desperate by the second, spurred on by each connection of his cock and your throbbing clit. "please put it in, please please." your chorus of please strikes a craving in him. he puts the tip in, sliding past your panties. his face contorts with gross satisfaction. you can tell it's killing him. you know he likes her. he wants to be a good man. a good and loyal man. it's who he is, but he just can't seem to ever deny you. especially when your legs are spread open for him and your aching pussy is waiting to engulf his entire being. you know he's thinking of her and you know he feels bad enough as it is but something inside you longs to remind him of exactly why it was never going to work out between the two of them.
your legs wrap around his torso, pulling him in, all the way in. his hips meet yours and the stretch of his girth is merciless. his mouth gapes open as he instinctively ruts his hips into you. "does it feel good?" you ask sweetly. he can only seem to muster out a miserable uh huh as your walls clench lovingly around him. he's looking at you now through lowered lids, drinking in your pillowy moans and your fluttering eyelashes. his hips snap back and forth at an unforgiving tempo, releasing a low, guttural moan with each thrust. you can hear how wet you are when he sinks back in. it's all too much. he feels so good. how are you supposed to let him go? he's yours. you're not one to share. every shy exchange of glances, every subtle touch, every genuine expression of fondness, all yours. your moans are unrelenting and rapid like the ocean. each wave gravitated by the movement of his hips. your fingers stupidly trace the lines of his face, the curve of his brows. "tell me you love me." the words slip out seemingly unbeknownst to you. you're surprised at your own request. jayce looks at you, a hint of shock appears in his face. he kisses you, slowly, gentler than before. he leans his forehead against yours and you can feel the thunder of his hot breath against your lips. "i love you." he gasps out softheartedly. you swear you feel your cunt flutter around him. "i love you." he says again, still a whisper. yet it's enough to satiate your need. "i love you." this time you utter the words, construed with a light moan. "want you to cum in me. please cum in me." jayce lets out a high pitched groan as he takes in your every word. "i want it inside, jayce. i want it all inside." the words tumble out of your mouth straight to his head. you're always getting in his head. he's always been a careful man. that's why he's so successful. he tells himself to use his head. don't do anything too irrational. don't be stupid, jayce. but he just can't seem to pull all the way out. he tries, unsheathing his dick to reveal the glistening shaft. but he keeps plunging back in, over and over and over. he revels in the way you embrace the fullness of his cock. "you really-you really want it?" he hesitates when he speaks, afraid of springing on a premature orgasm just by imagining the thought of what he's implying. you muster out a weak uh huh. all that tough talk you dished amounted to nothing but tenderness when he spoke to you like that.
you don't skip over how sloppy his thrusts are. the entirety of his weight rests over you, causing the rutting of his hips to fully pierce through you. words aren't needed. you feel the throbbing of his cock and the hopelessness in the cadence of his moans. he's projecting soft groans directly into your ear. you feel his body seize up and hear a lasting, raucous moan rattle your insides. hot cum rushes into your cunt. you hold his shoulders sensitively, comforting his orgasmic demeanor as you feel a gush of arousal of your own. you're cumming around his thick cock. the room starts to spin as you quiver underneath him against the cold floor. a warm spot starts to form on the marble from the heat of your bodies. you're both shaking as you recover from your conjoined pleasure. he's still inside you. you can't help but hold him just a little longer. you stroke his hair as his breath returns to normal. you focus on the beating of his heart against yours. it thumps against your sternum with fervor. you close your eyes and try to memorize the pumping of his blood. just for the memory, just for a little.
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you couldn't believe it. tenko shimura perusing around town with some new girl. shocking. he'd been ignoring your texts and calls all week and on friday you had spotted him having dinner with her. not that you cared or anything but seeing him laughing and flirting with her made your blood boil a little hotter than you liked to admit. it didnât matter though, you had your fair share of flings but a part of you wanted to forget what youâd seen. it was embarassing. pacing your room, cancelling plans all over him. what did he have that the guys in your phone didnât? he was a loser. he barely said a word to you at school, even after you had so graciously asked him to carry your stuff home. he glared at you but of course, obliged.Â
still, you were baffled at this defiant behavior. you were his first, you even let him do it raw. what more could he need? tenko shimura was a selfish bastard who despite his quiet, geeky behavior, only wanted sex. it frustrated you how dehumanizing it was to get treated like this by him. you could call a past hookup. or meet someone new. but would they do it like him? desperate and animalistic, but still needy enough to be cute? you werenât sure. but the second he appeared at your door, tattered hoodie and dark jeans, you knew they wouldnât compare.
âare you just letting yourself into anyoneâs home now?â you scowled as you set your phone down. âyour mom let me in on her way out. pachinko. again. seems sheâs got a bit of an addiction.â he said robotically. you scoffed. âsure.â he settled on the edge of your bed. he smelled like cigarettes and fresh rain. âyou pick up smoking?â your chin rested on your knees as you focused on his twiddling hands. he looked up swiftly, his expression remained quiet but his body language spoke louder, almost excitedly. âno. itâs this new chick iâve been hanging out with. real chainsmoker.â he said, leaning back, hands folding over his stomach. you tried real hard not to scoff but the task seemed impossible. âso sheâs just been rubbing her scent all over you like a fucking dog? thatâs real cute.â you sneered with more poison than you intended. you didnât want to waste all that toxicity on him. âiâve just been at her house a lot lately, the smell just kinda sticks.â his voice was cool but thick, like the cigarettes imprinted into his clothes. âbeen rolling around in her sheets? hope you had fun.â as you reel back in you feel embarrassed about how angry youâre getting. he quickly shifts his body, facing you.
âare you jealous?â he said leaning over to your side of the bed. âsheâs a friend.â you rolled your eyes at him. his slim fingers slid under the hem of your shirt, tracing imaginary patterns on your skin. âiâm not stupid i saw you guys kissing.â you said with a scowl. he sighs in annoyance. âso? arenât we friends too? i mean look at us now.â his hand left your shirt, the cool material failed to match his presence on your skin. nimble fingers brushed hair from your face, fingertips resting on your flushed cheeks. he leaned in, narrowing his eyes and tightening the grip on your face. you closed your eyes in gentle anticipation of his lips on yours, but they never came. when you opened your eyes you could see a smirk plastered on his face, eyes still narrowed and focused on your lips. you inched closer in desperate need of a kiss but found his quiet, taunting laughs pushing you away.
âwhat are you doing?â he asked nonchalantly. you frowned and pulled away, facing your back to him. âoh. oh i get it now. you thought i was gonna kiss you.â he laughed again, coldly and tapped you on the shoulder. âdonât look so down, i was under the impression you wanted nothing to do with me.â tenko firmly pulled your shoulder to get you to face him. you couldnât. the burning humiliation festering in your chest kept you from turning to him. you shouldâve seen this coming as another one of his games to get under your skin. âdonât tell me youâre mad at me.â he crooned and snaked an arm around your waist, pressing his lips to the nape of your neck. this time, you shoved him off. it was almost violent the way you did, as if you were trying to shake off something other than his arms. something deeper.Â
âwhat the fuck? what is this? one second you hate me, the next youâre trying to kiss me, and now youâre fucking mad again.â you shut your eyes in annoyance but softened when you heard him shuffle against your sheets. you expected him to get up and leave but when he pinned your arms, straddling your waist, you were caught off guard. âwhat the fuck are you doing?â your reddening cheeks were glowing in the dark of your room. âwhat the fuck are you doing? if you want my attention youâre going to have to try harder than that.â he sneered. your heaving chests were parallel to each other as he leaned down to face you. he was overwhelming in every way possible. the scent of soap and sweat and something else that was just so him lingered in the air. it filled your head and make you weak to his advances.
âwell? what are you gonna do, huh?â he released your hands and sat back, still straddling your waist. you were at a loss. âi-i donât know.â you stuttered making him laugh breathily. âyou donât know. well let me help you.â you were nervous in anticipating what his plan was for you but when his fingers slid under your shirt, tugging the hem slightly up, you knew. you let him slip off your shirt, your bare chest coming into view. his hands immediately flew up to cup them. his cold palms sent shivers through your body. âfuck. look at you. i bet youâre thinking about last time when i fucked these.â he scoffed to himself. you were recognizing a pattern where every time tenko got you naked he was a completely different person. he leaned down to lick your nipple making you gasp. he began kissing down your stomach when suddenly he stopped. âyou know, youâre actually supposed to be helping me out.âÂ
you rolled your eyes and reached for his belt buckle. you undid his jeans as you flipped yourself around. you could feel how hard he was under his boxers and the familiar sensation of veins sliding beneath your hand. your fingers slid slowly up and down his shaft. an ache for more hid beneath his stifled moans. âfaster.â he demanded, bucking his hips into your fist. you leaned down to kitten lick the pearl of precum collecting on the tip. his eyes follow you as you bob and gag on his pulsing cock. you can tell he likes it when youâre uncomfortable. it pleasures him when your eyes are narrow and spiteful and the kisses you leave on his shaft are nothing but obligations. it makes you sick the way you let yourself moan when he cums. itâs everywhere and itâs filthy the way it lolls on your tongue, trickling down your chin. he glides his fingers into your cum covered face and lets you lick them clean. you keep eye contact with him as you climb on top of him.
thereâs a motorcycle revving somewhere on the street. the sound of music playing from someoneâs radio wafts in through your half opened window. you should be out with a nice guy having dinner or walking hand in hand at the park. thereâs a whole world of nice guys with nice cars and nice shirts out there who donât play chaste games with your emotions. but you know thereâs also plenty of nice girls who match perfectly with guys like that, and youâre not a nice girl. you love the way he talks to you like a stranger and the way he fucks you like he hates you. tenkoâs not a bad guy, but heâs definitely not a good guy. in retrospect the two of you are more similar than youâd like to imagine. you hate most people and treat the ones you love like shit. youâll do anything to get away from responsibility but youâll do everything for your freedom and though you live in two different worlds, the parallels couldnât be more identical.
his dick is soft and sleek under your sopping cunt. your hips match your breathy moans and your eyelids lower instinctively. you canât help but moan when your clit comes in contact with his shaft. heâs hard again within seconds. âwell this is new. you being on top?â he rests his head on the headboard of your bed. âyou should be grateful, asshole.â you say, slightly out of breath. when you finally sink yourself onto his cock, the stretch engulfs your nerves. the torrid girth feels hot and tenacious as you glide up and down. your moans become in tune with each other, the chorus of breaths and gasps balance the already thick smell of sex in your room.Â
his hips twitch when the rim of your cunt clenches around his tip. the ache in your knees only makes you more sensitive to him. âis this enough to get your attention?â your voice shakes with exhausted pleasure. his forehead glistens with sweat as he clenches his eyes closed. âshut the fuck up.â he sputters out. heâs been trying not to cum since you first slid onto his cock. you lean forward to face him, your faces are inches apart. he expects you to kiss him but you really just wanted to get a close up of his expression when you milk him. you mouth gapes open, your voice is frozen in pleasure. you plant your hands on his chest to steady yourself as your rhythm picks up. his eyes roll back into his head as he stifles out a plea. âslow down.â you scowl at him in defiance but donât say a word. your rhythm continues. âfuck. im cumming. get the fuck off.â his hands push at your pulsing thighs but heâs weak in the moment. âseriously get off. iâm gonna cream you, right now, if you donât.â your moans have only gotten more intense as the anticipation of his hot cum spurting into you grows wildly in your mind.Â
âdo it. i know youâre afraid to. please just fucking do it.â you manage to spit out your final lash at him through your exasperated panting. his hands have a white knuckle grip on your thighs as you watch him lose what little self control he had. he cums with a loud groan, hips thrashing and thrusting into your sopping pussy. you crash down on him sending that white hot cum deeper. heâs still rutting desperately into you as you remain clenching and twitching around him. you both were never really into quick endings. when you muster the strength to lift yourself off of his softening dick you watch the webs of cum and arousal stretch and dissipate off your skin. you lean back when you feel a glob of cum dribble down onto his crotch. his forearm is draped across his eyes as his chest heaves. âdid you really need my attention that bad?â he asks, wearied. âi thought youâd like it.â you replied, faster than youâd expected. his arm lowers as his piercing red eyes lock onto yours.Â
he was frustrating in so many ways. nitpicking every detail about a spell, calling you scatterbrained when you spaced out during class. as if he wasnât frustrating enough, it made your stomach churn watching him teach spells. studying the way his forearms flexed his wand, the way his eyebrows scrunched, and the chilling tone of his voice echoing in the undercroft. he rolls his eyes when he realizes you arenât paying attention. your boyfriend never liked sebastian. he thinks of him as prideful and snobby but you both know the genuine reason why he pulls you aside as soon as sebastian enters the room.Â
your routine was simple. you spend your time studying, practicing spells, keeping busy, anything to distract yourself from that feeling seeping through the cracks. the responsibilities of being a seventh year were overbearing but being with him made you feel like a fifth year again. feigning naivety and curiosity in an attempt to get him to play teacher with you. heâs good at it and perceptive to giving tips but he canât understand why everything he tells you goes in one ear and out the other. youâve noticed heâs been getting good at scolding you when your attention spans elsewhere.Â
you say you hate him and roll your eyes but he still doesnât know where your mind goes when you stop paying attention. you keep the countless late night owls he sends you in a box under your bed, out of sight. they make you smile and you can feel them burning a hole into the floor when your boyfriend is there. heâs cunning, manipulative, and too clever for his own good. you canât stand sebastian. but his voice is soft and his hands are calloused and you just canât stay away. he doesnât question when you come running back, in fact he probably thinks your passion for the dark arts is what keeps you here. but somewhere, deep down, you know heâs not that dumb.Â
the two of you linger in the library for far too long, youâre way past studying but still havenât broken into something more. the stone halls are quiet but the blood pumping in your head is loud enough to fill the room. âif youâre not going to study then go to sleep. youâre no help nodding off like that.â his voice is husked like rain. your heavy eyelids feel light under his gaze. âi am studying. iâm just...taking a break.â you murmur. he laughs lowly. your eyes follow the flicker of candlelight along the shadows of his face. âwell youâve taken about six breaks since weâve been here. just go, iâm going to finish this chapter before sharp has my head.â he yawns and the corners of his dark eyes glint with sleep. âyou seem pretty tired yourself there.â the book in your hand falls closed in your lap, your thumb marking your place. you were far past caring about mandrakes and dittany leaves. the view of sebastian sallow sleepily reading about wiggenweld potions was far more enticing.Â
green eyes rake over words on pages. he drinks in every word despite the fatigue. for a second, you allow yourself to imagine those eyes drinking in the gleam of your skin but itâs too strange. no matter how many times your mind weans to desire it always feels far too illicit to continue. before you know it, his eyes are flicking to yours. you instinctively look away but the flame in your cheeks remain locked on him. âare you that incapacitated that youâve just stopped studying at all?â he chuckles and sets the textbook down gently. âor is it that youâve found something more interesting to analyze?â you scoff and look up to find his eyes still on you. his eyes are narrow but you can still see that eccentric glint atop the green. âno. not at all.â your voice is low, muffled by the tension in the air. âin fact iâve been finding my research on mandrakes quite fascinating.â sebastian lifts his hand, causing your nerves to shift a bit. he swipes your book from between your fingers, courteously making sure not to lose your spot. you watch meticulously as his fingers thumb the pages. âthatâs funny. it seems here youâve been reading the venomous tentacula section for about, letâs see...six chapters.â his smirk spreads wide before he places your book down. itâs face up as it lays on his textbook.Â
your eyes still follow his hands as they lay across his lap. you find yourself counting the freckles on the back of his hand. you count twenty one before his other hand brushes a piece of hair behind your ear. your heart swells in nervousness. a voice in the back of your head tells you to be careful. your boyfriend doesnât like sebastian for a reason and all those times when you reassured him there was nothing to worry about, you had maybe been lying. âitâs awfully late, we should head to sleep.â he whispers lowly. your eyes reel with intent as his fingers graze your skin. you feel your body inch towards his. youâre falling further and further until you plant a hand on the couch between the two of you. as you lean in, you can hear the hitch in his breath.
his lips are warm. the first kiss is light and ambiguous. when you pull away you search his face for an answer. he leans in this time, harder and rougher. his hands find a place on your face, then lower onto your shoulders, until theyâre reaching for the buttons on your blouse. his chest meets yours as he pushes the two of you onto the couch. heâs got half the buttons on your shirt undone when a pang of guilt crashes over you. âwait. slow down sebastian, someone might see.â your hands palm against his shoulders, pushing with barely enough force to move him. âlet them. i hope he sees this. someone that pathetic canât touch you like this.â his fingers are swift with each button, and despite your words, you eagerly wait for them to undo each one. he smooths his hands over your stomach, reaching to grab your waist. you notice the way your skirt has ridden up, revealing white lace to him. his hands find their way under your skirt while his lips work to keep you quiet. he thumbs your slit over your underwear sending shivers through your spine.Â
you can feel how hard he is when he ruts against you. you laugh to yourself in bubbling anticipation. you forget that despite his sensible demeanor he still is just another guy. his palms are warm against your burning skin. each caress carries you deeper and deeper away from guilt. your boyfriend is nice. he carries your books for you, he buys you flowers, he doesnât even bat an eye when youâre gone for days on an adventure. of course, he doesnât know that most of these escapades involve being in close company with sebastian. he doesnât know most of them involve subtle glances and hands on shoulders. it would make him sick the amount of times youâve been close enough to sebastian to count the freckles on his eyelids. you canât help but feel a bit bad for him but the way those freckled hands dance beneath your skirt send you over the edge.Â
heâs quick to discard the undergarment heâs robbed you of. âdonât think about him when youâre with me. actually donât think about him at all.â he whispers against your neck. you laugh at his request. âheâs my boyfriend. i have to think about him.â before you realize what youâve said youâre met with a set of sharp green eyes on you. âdoes your boyfriend know what youâre doing right now? does he know youâre with me?â his tone is harsh. âdonât pretend like you care about how he feels, alright? it just makes this whole situation harder than it needs to be.â you frown at him, his expression doesnât change. it doesnât change when he finishes undoing the rest of the buttons on your blouse but his eyes darken when he takes it off. you feel embarrassed from his words, his gaze, but you donât push him away. you know how that ends.
he unbuckles his belt and the buckle taps against your bare thigh. his cock is displayed in front of you, and as twisted as the knot in your stomach feels, itâs nothing compared to how twisted your mind is. you feel a bit sick thinking about him walking in on you two but part of you feels enticed by the thought. that was the thing about sebastian. he stripped you of your moral compass, he made you wanna do all these bad things that normally you would have never dreamed of doing. or maybe, he just awoken the buried feeling of never wanting to be good. either way it didnât matter because after tonight youâd never have a guiltless thought ever again.
you watch as he slides into your cunt over and over again. heâs a bit sloppy but you donât mind. his eyes stay glued to your sex but you canât help but drink in every moan, every scrunch of his eyebrows, every shift in his body. youâre sure heâs stopped paying attention to anything besides you. the rest of the world slips away. you forget about the boyfriend and all the times you promised there was nothing between you and sebastian. the denial only made your attraction stronger. and the best part was that you always knew the way it vexed sebastian that you had a boyfriend. that it bothered him that you didnât belong to him, not the ancient magic, not your attention, and not your body. it satisfied you, the jealousy in his eyes. it fulfilled you to be under him even if it meant you were a bad person, all those times you saw the grit in his teeth or the clench in his jaw. there was a point in time when you truly believed you loved your boyfriend. but love was a scapegoat for satisfaction. you loved the way his presence reeled sebastian further into your grasp. the closer you got to your boyfriend the more sebastian longed for you. the boy who coyly asked you to the yule ball had been a living reminder to sebastian that he couldnât have everything he wanted. for a while you stood by that standard, slyly dodging his pleas for late night antics. but it pained you to see him out with other girls.Â
girls with big noses or frizzy hair. girls who were bottom of their class or useless with a wand. girls who could do nothing for him. you heard them whispering in the halls to their friends. âisnât he dreamy?â theyâd say with a giggle. but they were wrong. sebastian was far from a dream. in fact, sebastian was a nightmare. whatever lie heâd sold them in order to get their attention had been a thoughtout prison escape from your impossible hold on him. now, you were the one locked up, watching him on the outside waving red flag after red flag and still refusing to believe that maybe, just maybe, sebastian sallow would not make a good boyfriend. but it didnât matter. you didnât like sebastian because you thought heâd be a good boyfriend. you liked him because he was like no one else. you watched the way he almost tore the world apart for anne and you wanted that part of him to actually tear it apart for you.Â
countless nights of lying awake imagining the screams and the terrible howls of those girls succumbing to unforgivable curses left you feeling emptier by the day. you snapped at your boyfriend and talked back to your professors and you hated the way it delighted sebastian to see you like this. you remembered the night you used crucio on him. you remembered the gravelly tint of pain in his voice, the way he cowered below you. his knees hit the ground in excruciating fervor. your skin grew pebbled with goosebumps as your hands reached below your sheets and dipped into places you knew you shouldnât. the sound of his anguish brought you to an apex where upon reaching the bottom left you in more shame and embarrassment than before. you couldnât look at him let alone finish your potions assignment the next day. you had dropped the vial holding the phoenix feather when you felt sebastianâs finger brush yours. sharp had minused point from slytherin causing the rest of your classmates to give you death glares for the rest of class.Â
your attempt to escape the classroom were meek seeing how sebastian quickly caught up to you, he grabbed your wrist before you could squirm out of his grasp. âwhatâs with you lately? have you been getting any of my owls? exams are coming up and iâve barely seen you come out of your room, what are you doing?â his desperate array of questions left your mind empty and bleak like morning snow. âi....iâve been studying in my room.â you spat out. the truth was, you knew sebastian would be in the library for the majority of the day and if he wasnât there then he would be in the undercroft, ruling out both your favorite places in the whole school. âwell, study with me tonight will you? i know youâre not studying all day in that room so just do me this favor.â that smirk of his left a lasting impact on you even after he had walked away. you didnât miss the way his hand had lingered on your wrist, swinging your arm forward as he spun away. the momentum brought you back to reality. youâd be lying if you said you would never have expected what was to happen later that night in the library.
âbreak up with that boyfriend of yours, will you? wouldnât you rather do this instead?â heâs panting against your lips. âi canât.â you respond, lowly. his hips thrust desperately against yours, his slacks are slipping. âwhy? scared youâll be alone after iâm bored of you?â he chuckles darkly, eyes narrowing as they lock onto yours. you roll your eyes in pink embarrassment. âyou wonât be bored of me.â you say, unconfidently. you hope he wonât see past your half-built facade but you forget who youâre dealing with. sebastian gives one last thrust before he staggeringly pulls out of you. he sits back on the couch, head tilted back, legs spread with his gleaming cock still hard. he pants breathlessly into the dim atmosphere of the library. âiâm sorry, iâll never get bored of you.â his head leans back onto the couch cushion as he glances at you. ânow be good and finish me off here.âÂ
you want to scream at him and run. you want to pull out your wand and cast the most unforgivable curse you know. you wished he would stop looking at you like that. when you get on your knees in front of him he instinctively puts both hands on your head, guiding you, teaching you, keeping your attention on him. your lips wrap around his tip, coaxing him. before you know it heâs thrusting into your mouth, hips lifted and hands locked on your head. he cums fast into your convulsing throat. your eyes water and you can hardly breathe but it doesnât matter. youâre embarrassed for the millionth time that night. embarrassed that you care more about his pleasure than your own. embarrassed that youâve really done it this time. you curse yourself for being so gullible. sebastian sits panting into the cool air of the library, his voice echoes into the night. âyou really wonât break up with him?â he asks breathily. your body shifts on the floor. you know your answer but you donât know how to deliver it. you want the gravity of your equivocal rejection to permanently sit in his mind. âno. i love him.â as soon as the words leave your mouth youâre regretting them. sebastian smiles knowingly. âi knew youâd say that.â
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