#inds xavier

[bizarrelovetriangel]

train ride.

xavier gets bricked up while on the train on the way back from your mission late at night.

mdni. 18+ only. public sex. cock warming. dry humping. creampie.

happy kinktober!

In the crowded train, Xavier had you pressed up against him just so the other guys around you don't accidentally touch you where they aren't supposed to.

And now, he does his best to hide the growing bulge in his pants. Unfortunately for him, your stop won't be coming up anytime soon.

The hunter uniform isn't doing a good job at hiding his hard-on, and the skirt you're wearing isn't helping in making him calm down.

Everytime the train makes a sharp turn, his body would bump right against yours: his cock pushes right against your ass.

At the moment, you don't have a clue of what he's going through. You're lost in your own little world, spacing out while facing the window, doing your best to hold onto the handles to keep yourself steady.

Xavier has an arm wrapped around your waist to keep you close, but also to prevent anyone from noticing his problem.

After passing several stations, the train has gotten less crowded, though there were still no seats for the two of you. Regardless, Xavier remained pressed up against you.

At this point, he can't help but take advantage of the rough turns that the train would make every once in a while. He'd grind his cock against your ass and let it linger for as long as possible without looking suspicious.

Eventually, you caught on to his act. You felt the hardness poking you just as he was pushed forward by the train's movements. You looked over your shoulder and raised a brow at him, and Xavier only flashes you an innocent smile.

You decided to let him have his fun. It's not like anyone is paying attention, anyway. It's late at night and everyone in the train are all exhausted from work. Some of them are asleep, some are half-asleep and zoning out, and the others are on their phones.

Occasionally, you'd grind back against him, mostly just because you can't help but enjoy the way he'd hold back a moan everytime.

He was getting harder and bigger by the minute.

Once more people got off and there were only three others with you two, all sitting remotely far from where you stood, that's when Xavier grew bolder.

Remaining standing in front of a window, Xavier wraps an arm around your waist before thrusting against you.

Slow and subtle.

His lips found your neck and your skin gets trapped between his teeth and tongue.

You look at your reflections through the window's reflection, and your body heats up with arousal.

Xavier's face is flushed, and his pupils are dilated behind his half-lidded, lust-filled eyes.

He continues to graze his clothed cock against your ass, though his movements pick up their pace as time goes by.

You press your thighs together as your body gets filled with the need to have him inside you.

And you didn't need to wait for long.

Xavier took your hand and dragged you to the very back of the train, away from any prying eyes. He sat down at a corner seat, then he sat you on his lap.

But first, he quickly undid the button and zipper of his pants to pull out his cock, then he pushed your skirt up and moved your panty to the side.

Then, he pulled you down so you can sit right on his cock.

But he doesn't move. Not yet.

The doors open and one person came in, and they just happened to sit slightly close to you two.

There's several seats in between, but if they look to the side, they might just catch you.

And so, you two stay still.

From others' perspective, you two just look like a couple who just happened to be cuddling. Little do they know, you're warming up his cock while pretending to act normal and stare at the window like nothing lewd is going on.

Xavier simply closed his eyes and rested the side of his head against the train's wall, making it look as if he's taking a nap.

But he's absolutely not asleep. He's wide awake, fighting all the urges to fuck you here and now. He wanted to move so badly, but for the mean time, keeping his cock buried into you will suffice.

The train ride didn't make it easy for him of course. The sharp turns and bumps caused your body to bounce on his cock, and Xavier accidentally let out a moan that caught that close passenger's attention.

They turned their head towards you out of curiosity, and Xavier was quick to turn his moan into a fake coughing fit, then clearing his throat afterwards.

You played along by tapping his chest and patting his head. That display of affection caused the person to awkwardly return their attention back on their phone.

Much to your relief, the remaining passengers got off at the next stop.

You and Xavier, on the other hand, still got a few more stations to go before reaching your destination. There's only you two left.

From the very second the doors are closed, Xavier grabs your hips and began to move.

His cock slides in and out so easily because of all the pre-cum that had come out from the two of you while you were connected.

This time, Xavier doesn't bother suppressing his groans. He still keeps it quiet, but doesn't stop them from coming out of his panting mouth.

He bounces you on his thighs, and you meet him halfway by moving your own hips up and down, back and forth.

Xavier moves your hair to one side so he can sink his teeth on your neck while his movements turn rough, hips snapping against your ass.

All the noises made by your bodies are muffled by the loud engines of the train, which picked up its speed as it headed for its last stop.

That's when Xavier grew tired of sitting and decided to stand and bring you with him. He fucks you from behind, unable to stop himself from drilling into you as deep and hard as he could.

You two reach your climax at the same time.

Xavier stays inside you as he fills you up with his essence, making sure not a drop is spilled onto the train's seats or floors.

Right when he straightened your panty and skirt back to their place, the doors open and the announcement declares that the train as reached its last stop.

"Let's go."

You find yourself frozen for a second as your legs suddenly feel sore.

Xavier smiles and takes your hand and leads you out of the train as if nothing happened.

[xaphisto]

oneshots |  xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

⊹ ࣪˖ ♕ ALL MINE.

SUMMARY: everyone knows you are his. Still, you love testing his limits.

WARNINGS: MATURE CONTENT. oral f!receiving, fingering, slight brat taming, overstimulation, squirting, Xavier loves making a mess out of you on his throne.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: first fic on here! in honour of his third myth, I am dedicating it to king!xavier :33

wordcount: 1,3k

“He looked at you. Touched you. Had the nerve to ask for a dance.”

You could only whimper in response. 

Xavier had you seated on his throne, legs on either of his shoulders as he knelt before you, his head buried between your thighs for what must have been close to two hours now.

You had already lost count of how many times he’d made you come.

Your thighs were a sticky mess, clit raw and swollen and so sensitive. Though, even with your fingers curled into his long, silver hair, trying to pry him away with the last bit of strength left in your arms—he didn’t show any intent to stop any time soon.

The protest caught in your throat when his tongue found your clit again, two of his long fingers buried deep inside your slick cunt—dragging along your sore walls at a torturous pace, curling just right—exactly the way he knew would drive you crazy.

It was a punishment. A punishment you both knew you deserved. You’d been testing him the entire evening—the night of the annual ball, so popular, even royalty from distant nations never failed to attend.

Princes looking for a match. For a wife.

Everyone around you, hell, probably the whole country knew you were his. He had made that clear on multiple occasions.

But people from far away weren’t quite as aware.

One man had been following your figure the entire evening. The way your sapphire blue dress, made out of the finest silk, hugged your curves in all the right places. The silver necklace with expensive gemstones adorning your exposed cleavage.

How elegantly you carried yourself, how beautiful you looked when your lips curled into a gentle smile.

And you noticed—of course you did.

You were Xavier’s, you were aware of it.

But riling him up had always been fun.

So, when the man, dressed in all black with glowing, decorative green stitches on his suit, approached you, asking for a dance—Xavier was by your side in the blink of an eye.

His hand possessively wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his side, politely asking whether there was any trouble.

Recognizing the silver-haired man, the stranger backed away immediately, excusing himself with an apologetic smile on his face before he disappeared into the crowd.

Xavier didn’t leave your side after that.

And now—well.

After the last guests left, you could quite literally feel the tension shift between you two. He had composed himself until now. But when he turned to face you, his usually soft, ocean-blue eyes a deeper, darker colour, jaw clenched tight—you knew you were in trouble.

“Stealing my girl. At my ball.” He mumbled against your cunt, pushing a third finger inside of you—and before you could even muster up an excuse, saying sorry for what must have been the one hundredth time this night, he wrapped his lips around your clit, suckling roughly.

That did it.

With a broken moan, the waves of your climax washed over you once more, eyes rolling to the back of your head, your thighs trembling and closing around his head. 

Xavier’s hands wrenched them apart without much resistance from your side.

You were drained, tired eyes begging for relief. A break. Anything.

But the look in his eyes told you he wasn’t done.

“Xav, please— I can’t,” you whimpered, voice soft, laced with utter exhaustion. You tried to back up into his throne, the red, velvety cushion beneath you shimmering with sweat and your arousal—but his grip was iron, and you didn’t even move a single millimetre before he pulled you towards him again.

His mouth left your cunt for just a split second, leaking cock twitching against his silken trousers in neglect as his blue eyes drank you in. You were beyond gorgeous like this. Sitting so helplessly on his designated royal seat, forehead damp with sweat, tired eyes pleading with him.

Xavier’s lips curled into a soft smile, glistening with your slick just like his chin. “One more for me, sweetheart. One more.”

Then, his head dipped once again, tongue circling your clit, fingers slowly massaging along your welcoming walls. 

And you were too drained to even find your voice to protest.

So, the game began anew. Pressure coiling tight in your lower abdomen, his fingers working their magic deep inside of you while his lips nibbled at your swollen clit. Tongue occasionally licking up your slit, groaning against your cunt at the familiar sweet taste of you.

Sometimes you wished to curse him for how good he was at this.

Your fingers tugged at his locks as he muttered soft praises, alternating between licking and suckling. The room was dim, first sunrays creeping in from outside, catching in his silver hair.

Only then did you realise what it must look like if someone happened to barge in.

The reigning king, kneeling for the woman he desired. On his knees before his throne, head buried deep between your thighs, the wet sounds of his tongue and lips against your soaked cunt echoing around the vast space.

Hell, it was an obscene picture.

“Come on, pretty girl. Do it. Come for me,” he encouraged as one of his hands travelled up your front, cupping your breast, thumb brushing over your hardened nipple beneath your dress.

But something else, something more insistent, started building in your lower abdomen. A heat, a pressure you didn’t quite recognize. It was as though a weight pressing down on you, first gently, though increasing rapidly.

Your lips parted for a gasp when his fingertips found a particularly sensitive spot inside of you, hands fisting tighter in his hair. As if on cue, his eyes looked up at you, and a hot, satisfied breath met your slick folds.

He did it again. And again. Until the heat inside of you threatened to escape all at once. You were dizzy with pleasure, mind hazy as your orgasm approached like a predator its prey.

It felt different. Unlike anything you had felt before.

Xavier knew.

He curled his fingers upwards, massaging the spongy spot he had found, tongue darting out to swirl around your clit before he spat on it, closing his lips around the puffy bud.

He looked up at you then. Your favourite eyes, as blue as the ocean, as deep and wise as the night sky, locking onto yours.

The next moment, you tumbled over the edge, though it felt closer to being violently shoved over it. The powerful waves almost drowned you in pleasure, and for a moment the room around you seemed to dissolve, old portraits of monarchs, tall ceilings, and golden artefacts fading into a blur.

The only thing you could feel was his fingers and mouth, expertly working you through every tremor. He didn’t let up until you slumped back against the chair as you slowly regained whatever piece of consciousness you had left.

You heard him hum in satisfaction, slowly pulling back. “I wasn’t aware you could do that,” he said in awe, keeping your thighs spread.

You quirked an eyebrow. “Do what?”

“Look at you. At me. At my throne.”

You blinked a few times, a horrified expression spreading on your face.

His hand-tailored suit was drenched, his chin and neck glistening, and your thighs a mess.

And the throne.

God, the cushion beneath you was soaked, dripping steadily onto the ancient marble tiles Xavier was kneeling on.

Your eyes widened, and you straightened yourself to get up, but his hand pushed you back down. “I— I am so sorry, Xav. I didn’t—”

He quickly stood, silencing you with a gentle kiss.

“Don’t you ever apologize for something like that.” He murmured, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone. 

“It was—perfect.” He reassured. “You are perfect.”

thank you for reading! reblogs and comments are so appreciated! <33

[its-livia]

✨️ glorious prince ✨️