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Handyman Seiya fixing the pipes when oh nnono the pipe burst completely soaking his shirt through so he has no choice but to take it off
The AC broke too ohhhnooooo Heaven had no choice but to wear her good lingerie to bed. Oh well, Seiya was so nice to come over early she might as well make them both breakfast
Oh noooo she got juice on her nightie! Oh nvm lol Seiya takes that as his queue to unclip his tool belt so he can cover her with his jacket despite her protests revealing the sweaty, ripped undershirt clinging to his soaked abs—
I’ll be taking a break from here, gotta lock in play RE9 hehe (and maybe make some RE fanart), will be back when caleb 3rd myth announce 👋 for ask from inbox sorry i cant answer it now, pls be patient 🙏
Handyman!Seiya fixing the pipes that burst completely on accident what Evol damage
Soaking his shirt through so he has no choice but to take it off oh noo the AC is broken too so mc had no choice but to wear her good lingerie to bed but he was so nice to come over early she might as well make them both breakfast
Breakfast turned into lunch then dinner then breakfast in bed since he was already there—
summary: Xavier is a master at earning your forgiveness. The bat of a teary eyelash here, a few choice words there, and a perfectly timed kiss have never failed to get him back in his shimei’s good graces. Too bad you've really had it with him this time.
w.c.: 2.2k | AO3
notes: 18+, mdni, pwp, mortality's tenderness au, mildish femdom, subby xav, shixiong/shimei dynamics (xavier constantly calls you shimei in cn dub lol), orgasm denial, begging, hair tie used as cock ring, xavier is briefly tied up and edged, I wrote this while cooking dinner, barely proofread self-indulgence.
“Shixiong can only hope shimei is compassionate. Shixiong will accept any punishment.”
The way Xavier says shimei rankles you, causing you to chew on the inside of your cheek with irritation. If he had actually been sorry there were a whole host of flowery titles he could’ve picked from (guifei was right there!!). He chose shimei out of habit because he wasn’t actually sorry.
“Any punishment huh?”
Xavier purrs, certain he has you in his sights, “Any.”
“This one isn’t fit to touch the hem of shimei’s robe,” he continues, simpering, bowing his head, long hair fanning over his shoulders, peering up at you from underneath thick lashes, challenging smile on his lips as he prostrates in front of you. The effect is exaggerated, meant to be comical. “Although this one hopes shimei will show mercy, this lowly one will accept whatever justice shimei sees fit to dole out.”
The fact that he thinks he'll get away with it again makes your blood boil today.
He had sensed something was wrong earlier while at the market, when you didn't respond to his puppy eyes. He then tried to entice you with sticks of grilled meat and lamb, pressing them against your lips. Your foul mood persisted, and Xavier finally relented, pouting all the way back to your lodgings.
Distracting you was more difficult than he had anticipated. You glared at him, face dark, immune to even the most carefully constructed dewy-eyed, kicked small animal look. Instead, you just frowned, walking past him with a firm crease in your brow.
To be fair, Xavier did cause enough property damage to wipe out your combined savings. The two of you had actually come up short but the inn owner was so frustrated he just shooed the two of you out. Sure, Xavier had done it in the name of taking down a bandit ring, a noble cause, but—!!
Now, it was the dead of night, and your shixiong thought he was being slick, sliding his bed roll as close to you as possible, hands entwining around your middle, fingers drifting down to your center because of course…
“So not only are you responsible for our coin purse being empty, you thought you’d get away with it by batting your lashes at me.”
"I am unworthy of your forgiveness," he swallows, cheeks pink. Your eyes flick down to the obvious bulge between his legs. He always did harbor a fondness for your stricter side.
You look at him, cross. "It's not just this time either. You pulled the same thing over the salt merchant, and then with—" the list goes on and on. ""If shixiong wanted shimei's attention, he didn't have to go so far."
Xavier squirms, truly caught, and it’s delightful to watch. You want to see him do it again. Make him stew in all this just a little— and what better way than to beat him at his own game?
The pout of his lip, the way he tilts obediently towards you in a practiced manner tells you Xavier is trying to buy time to ascertain your mood. Blue eyes wide, he loosens the ties of his hair before presenting you with the lengthy ribbon. Next, he pulls off his belt, letting the layers of fabric pool off, catching at his elbows. He kneels in front of you, the picture of supplication— a pose better suited for a concubine, but nonetheless natural and seductive on Xavier. The pale silk shimmers in the moonlight, contrasting with the flushing pink in his chest as you tie his arms back with a length of rope.
“O-ohhh…” he keens quietly as you loop his hair ribbon around his cock. It forms a red ring at the base. You tug on the tie firmly and a muscle jumps in his neck.
“You thought that you could distract me with some food and some kisses.”
“I did…” he whimpers. He looks truly chastened, cock already leaking all over his thigh as he starts to hump the air seeking more friction than what the silky tie can offer. You pull at both ends lazily, ensuring he feels every slippery caress.
“Shixiong,” you tsk, shaking your head, “why is shimei the one that has to discipline you? Shouldn’t you be a better role model?”
“Using your body—” your hands fist over his cock, smearing the wetness all over, and he whimpers loudly, sucking in a breath through his teeth “—to try to get out of trouble isn’t something we should be teaching others to do.”
Your hands twist, gliding up and down Xavier’s length firmly. His thighs flex powerfully as he starts to thrust into your grip, chasing sensation as greedily as he can. Cries of “oh please—“ and “thank you—“ fall from his lips, but you’re too irritated to notice, scowling as you pull back to pinch at the soft skin of his inner thighs.
“Right?” your hands still and Xavier whines frantically, “Right shixiong?”
"Yes—yes you're right I should've—"
Without warning, you grab both ends of the hair tie still wrapped around his cock and pull. It tightens just enough, staving off his approaching orgasm such that he doubles over, crying out. His cock jumps against his thigh, tip flushed a rich crimson as it helplessly jerks it in the air.
A rush emanates from your spine, coursing through you at the sight of Xavier, kneeling in front of you, legs spread wide, back arched, bound chest heaving, hips hopelessly thrusting into nothing. All of this puts his hard cock on display in the moonlight, the soaked ribbon sitting atop it like a farce of a present.
"You really like this huh shixiong? I've never see you get so close to quickly."
“Please— please— I'm sor—-"
Nope.
Instead, you maneuver to sit behind him, knees on either side as you let him lean back. Blue eyes stare back at you, pleading wordlessly. His lips are parted and you can’t help but give him a little something, lips brushing over his. He kisses back greedily, tongue coaxing its way into your mouth. For a long moment, the two of you just kiss, moaning into each other, heads shifting, puling back only slightly before angling for more.
Your hands glide up his sides, and that’s the only warning he gets before your thumb and ring fingers close around his nipples, rolling them firmly in between.
“Look shixiong,” you whisper, nudging at his cheek with your nose, directing his gaze down “this is what happens to liars.”
Xavier cries out, shivering, helplessly watching, chest heaving as you start to pull and twist his nipples. Slowly at first with gentle movements, but then you remember again that it's his fault the two of you went to bed hungry tonight and pinch hard, much to Xavier's delight as he coos and twists in your grasp.
“Watch.”
He seizes up immediately, doubling over as you yank on the rapidly swelling nubs. They redden as you scrape the tips of your nails over them and he howls, sweat beginning to drip down his neck. By the time you release him his neck is covered in bites and his nipples are an angry, sore red.
"Ah—!!"
You flick over them just once more, pleased with their sensitivity.
Slowly, you rise up, taking his hand in yours as you lead him to the bed. He trails behind, utterly captivated. There, you lay back on the cushions, butterflying your legs right in front of his face. You hadn't paid attention to your own arousal until now, but the sticky way your folds part tells you all you need to know.
“You're smart right shixiong? You don't need any instructions?" he kneels again in front of you, pulling his silver hair back, transfixed.
"Get to work.”
You often think that if it came down to it, Xavier would trade never being able to stick his cock in you again for the chance to permanently attach his mouth to your pussy. He works himself into a daze quickly, resting his head on the inside of your thigh, eyes hooded and blank as he eagerly eats you out. He’s always extremely physical about it too— shaking his head back and forth, using his nose, every bit of his face possible to elicit more pleasure from your body.
"Shimei," he whispers, reverent against your core, "Please don't be mad at me--"
You tap at him lightly with a socked foot.
“Use your hands. I know you untied yourself ages ago.”
Xavier doesn’t even waste a second to apologize, swiftly planting his palms on the inside of your thighs, prying you open further, tracing your hole with a practiced finger. At this point, you're soaked enough that two fingers glide in easily— stirring up the building ache in your gut.
You let out an indulgent sigh, bucking your hips into Xavier's face once, twice for good measure before pulling him back by the hair. His lips are shining and he breathes loudly, looking almost affronted that you interrupted his task.
"I have something a little better I think." you smile, feeling wicked, "I'll let you stick your cock in me. For just a bit okay?"
"Thank you for this mercy--" he whines, pressing a kiss to your hair as he eagerly draws back.
Xavier thrusts the head of his cock up and down your slit in short, shallow movements, face utterly debauched, not bothering to fully step out of his clothes before he finally lines his cock up with your entrance. He cries out as he rolls his hips, sinking into your warmth. The red flush on his cheeks, paired with the pretty pleas falling from his lips is so enticing you’re reminded of why he gets away with everything so damn often.
It always takes just an extra moment to get accustomed to his size, and Xavier is keenly aware of what it takes to reduce you to a brainless lump. He's certainly "apologized" using that method one too many times. He's on his best behavior today though, diligently bracing himself on trembling forearms, waiting for your signal.
You nip at his ears, "Hurry up. Before I change my mind."
“T-thank you—- ahh —-you're so warm—oh— shimei—"
Your name tumbles off his lips, a steady mantra as his hips start to pick up speed. It doesn't take much before you feel your own climax start to build. Seeing Xavier prostrate in front of you, tears beginning to streak down his cheeks, had a greater effect than you had expected and soon your breath is stuttering, gushing around him as you hit your peak.
"Do you like this Xavier?" your voice is saccharine as you take him in, catching your breath. His tongue is lolling out of his mouth, eyes unseeing as he plunges in and out of you.
"I like this—-" he whimpers as you dig your ankles in, pulling him closer. His hip meets your ass with a loud slap, "— shixiong likes it so much."
You grin, fully intending to exploit his particular weakness for that title.
"Shixiong," you whine, heavy in his ear. He pants, clutching his arms tighter under your shoulder blades, lifting you off the bed as he ruts into you.
"You make shimei feel so good," you sigh, tilting your hips up towards him and he moans, burying his face into the crook of your neck, calling out your name against heated skin.
He starts to babble, leaving wet open-mouthed humid kisses everywhere he can reach.
"Shixiong is sorry— please— shimei—"
You dig your nails down his back, gleefully watching as he tenses up— he's getting close— closer…
"Do you want to come shixiong?"
To your surprise, he frantically shakes his head, laying his forehead onto yours, peering into his eyes.
"What I want—" he pants, eyes wide and red-rimmed, "S-Shixiong wants shimei's forgiveness."
On any other day, you probably would've just eaten that up. Kissed his cheek. Forgave him. Let him endlessly pleasure your body into the night as penance.
But Xavier is devious too, and a lesson is overdue.
"However, I've decided," you kiss his cheek apologetically as he blearily turns to you in confusion, still hard inside of you, "that for your actual punishment, you won't get to cum til morning."
Xavier blinks, growing still. His eyes narrow, and you can see him weigh several possibilities in his mind. His first: plea and bargain. His second: to fuck you senseless until you forgive him. Third: he'll acquiesce (for now) and regroup. He looks down and realizes that he's already at option three.
Before he can protest, you push him back, making a show out of wiping inside of your legs before delicately tying your shift back on. He licks his lips, caught, eyes wide in a panic, shoulders heaving.
"Shixiong said he would accept any punishment," you purr, voice syrupy, relishing his shocked expression before you turn your back towards him, settling into the quilt, "Surely waiting until morning wouldn't be an issue for someone of my shixiong's caliber."
—
The moon is still on the horizon, but something wet and hot is moving between your legs.
Xavier.
“The sun isn't—“
“Yes it is already,” a muffled reply from underneath your quilt.
"You owe me," you groan, "double with interest."
notes: xavier causing property damage in every universe makes me laugh. what if I told you this isn't actually the shixiong fic I've been working on these past two weeks?! That one is...at 6k words and counting. This drabble came to me in a daze-- it's been too long since I wrote a more subby Xav. Shixiong!Xavier is too charming. thank you to @sungodnika5 and @addiglessthanthree for looking over the full drafts!!
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