⋆˚࿔ author's note: i read a zayne fanfic with a similar prompt, thought of xavier then took a while to write it and now i can't find the zayne fanfic ( T n T ), if anyone can remember so i can tag the person but like yeah xavier hehehe
smut, very suggestive, nsfw, !subxavier but he kinda switches, established relationship, bet, fingering, nipple play, kissing, xavier down bad but can't act nonchalant for his life
⋆˚࿔ credit: @.uzmacchiato for the star divider; @.anitalerina for the animated divider
“You think you can last two weeks?” You scoff at him, sitting up from your previous laid out position and folding your arms at Xavier. Not looking away from his game, he doubles down on his answer, letting out a definite, “Uh-huh.” He continues to aggressively hit the buttons, triggering a special move that eventually leads to a K.O. to flash on the screen.
“Bet on it,” you say sternly. “We’ll go two weeks, no sex.” Xavier’s head finally turns to you, a mischievous grin panning across his face. “You are so on.”
He started the bet off well, making himself too busy to be alone with you more than your daily routines of living together. Practically speeding through the first week with barely a kiss to showcase his usual lust. Xavier had rebranded into a coy man. His hands that once gripped your side in the mornings, the heat of his body warming you during the cold nights. Lost in the sacrifice of a bet you foolishly made.
You thought you could last, believing that the previous years without Xavier were easy–this was no different. What could be hard about something you had been so accustomed to previously? Everything.
You couldn’t be sure what it was: a new haircut, a fresh shave, maybe the tightness of his shirt. Xavier looked unnaturally good–his thick arms and calloused hands were enough to make you feel like ripping your shirt open and roughly taking him in the kitchen. His desperate eyes were practically begging you to fuck him as he waved to you, rinsing the dish he had been washing. You would never admit defeat, horny yet too stubborn to take the first step of defiance.
You sat in your thoughts for a moment, attempting to organize through the distractions. Trying your best to ignore the tightness of his jaw, how the pale color of his skin would redden under your touch. Finally, concocting a plant hat that nearly any man would fall for, especially Xavier.
A cool wind passed through the floral lace that tightly hugged your body, hugging the curve of your waist. The fabric barely covers the naked silhouette of your body as you view yourself in the mirror.
“Xavier,” you called, your palms starting to sweat. “Yeah,” he yelled back, hearing his footsteps begin to creep down the hallway of the apartment. “My love?” He stopped as soon as he caught a glimpse of you, frozen in the doorway with pointed ears deepening in color. His entire body was flushed in pale red, licking his lips as he let out a soft “wow.”
“I was trying on some clothes, and I ran into this old thing. Do you think I should keep it?” You pull on the strap, slapping back on your skin. Xavier gulps at the sound, “Old thing? It looks… um… okay to me.” His lips quivering, barely letting the sentence come from his throat. Eyes glued to your every move, shifting as your hand moved down your torso; circling your palm around the exposed skin of your ass.
“You think it’s just okay, nothing more?”
“No, no, I mean… it looks really, like really good.” He inched closer to the bed. Xavier was stuck in a trance, unknowingly becoming a fly reaching into the trap.
“Do you want to help tie the bow in the back?” You turn around on the bed, resting on your knees and noticing his shadow come over you, and he drops to his knees. Soft hands find the ribbon and tie it quickly, hands gone before you could register his touch. He was making it incredibly hard to seduce you, acting as if he’d never felt the touch of a woman in his life. When you turned to face him, his eyes were averted, hands glued to his knees.
“And how about that bow?” He closed his eyes, exhaling deeply before relaying the answer. “Good,” his short answers deepening your annoyance. You were swelling in need, desperate to have hands feel on you, but he could barely muster up the strength to even stare at you. Pathetic.
“Hm?” He replied. Your hand grabbed his face, turning his direction to you. “Look at me and answer again… truthfully this time.” His deep blue eyes looked to yours, moving down as you let go. Pink lips left agape in the overwhelming shock of a beauty such as yours in his presence.
Between the coming tightness of his pants, his increased blood pressure, and the intensity of your gaze, Xavier had gone mad. If you were to tell him to get on all fours and bark, he’d happily oblige. Instruct him to jump off the tallest building, and he’d climb it in an instant. His mere eyes could not capture your beauty, nor would they ever encapsulate the radiant being you were. How could he put that into words, explain to you that you made him inconceivably mad? How the beauty mark on your right shoulder he was so fixated on was to be targeted by his lips each time they would kiss your face.
“You look,” eyes going back to your face, “stunning.” Silly little words, just a comically embarrassing bet to make with you when he was well aware of his nature. So when you finally fell to the floor, you cupped his face and stood on your knees between his thighs. Both of your lips, just a few inches away, heavy breaths exchanged between you both. You could feel him hard, pressed against your knee, physically see the restraining force he placed on himself. He gave in, roughly capturing your lips, a deep groan coming from his release. His once still hands, having nails dig into the mesh work of the lingerie. His ravenous kisses to your lips would travel to your jaw and down your neck. Pecks transforming into grapples of the tongue, beckoning the sweet sounds of pleasure.
“You said,” leaving your neck for a moment, “said no sex.” Teasing you with your own words, he was aggravating.
“I know, I- fuck… know.” Xavier’s hands tugged the lace, pushing it past your shoulders and unveiling your breasts. His tongue swirled around your nipple, throwing your head back and enclosing Xavier between your arms. “This isn’t… sex.”
He pulls away for a moment, blue eyes looking to you. “Then… what would this be?” His cock twitched, using the time to mark your neck and catch a sweet whimper from you. “We’re just talking.” Xavier chuckles at your response, pushing you down onto the rug. Beginning to grind into your hips between the two layers of fabric. He needed to be in you, feel the way you’d clench around him when he’d pinch your nipple. Whisper sweet nothings as he continues to turn you into a mess, watch the way you’d whine for his cock.
“No sex,” you replied. The kissing resumed, intensifying as Xavier would grind into you. “Alright,” he whispered into your lips with a smile. His slender fingers pushed past the bunched fabric, slicking his fingers before massaging your clit. Taking the time to tease you and leave your lips. Instinctively, your head chased afterhimmi,m but as his digit slid right into your cunt, a crackled moan followed straight after. Your mind went blank, pleasure clouding every single thought or worry you previously had. He had consumed you, the temptation of what you thought wassilver-hairedred bunny turned out to be a fox preying on you.
Xavier’s finger curled into you faster, your back rising off the carpet. “Taking it like a good girl, aren’t you?” A sly smile displayed on his face, enjoying your desperate need as your body would jitter from his fingers. Your nails dig into his arms, a poor attempt to mask the feeling beginning to beat in your pelvis. “Yes, yes, that’s it, be a good girl and cum, cum for me.” His sultry tone, veins popping out, hair drenched by the sweat on his forehead.
Everything was too tantalizing, senses too heightened–you practically built the trap and stepped in it immediately after. A bet you created to cage your horned out boyfriend was now biting you in the ass. “Come on now, you don’t want to disappoint me?” One final request from him beckons you to unravel, your body beginning to shudder. “Xavi- Xavier,” you pleaded, his hands still managing to move as you tightened. You gripped tighter to his arm, lifting yourself to moan into the soft cotton of his shirt. Eventually, releasing him and fell to the carpet again.
“You’re not done, right?” He took his fingers, making sure you saw him lick up the remains of your slick. You were a mess, barely coherent to answer his teasing questions. Yet, your ragged state was what was enticing cum to spill onto the cloth of his boxers.
Xavier slid his pants down, unveiling his hard cock, shuffling his knees to rub it against your opening. His hands separate your legs, opening them further to get a better view of your dripping cunt. Xavier would continue to pump his own cock, rubbing it softly against your clit. “I- I thought we said no sex,” gulping out of nervousness as the fatigue began to settle in. You could be for round 2, but you needed at least a few minutes to catch your breath. “Don’t worry, I keep my promises.”
His gentleness found its speed, intensifying as his hunger grew. He’d continue moaning and whimpering, cursing under his breath.
A mixture of words, false promises, and bets, yet you didn’t want him to stop. Wanted him to take you for his pleasure, watch his pretty face contort as he tried to hold back. He captures your waist, reciprocating the same deep hunger, feeling your heated skin continue to chafe against his fingers. Xavier ogles the subtle movement of your boob, watching as it continues to bounce from his thrusts. “I keep… ngh… my promises.” He would groan, his cock beginning to feel the rush of pleasure, on the cusp of a release.
In an instance, Xavier had released all over your clit, immediately dropping to lie beside you. He’d kiss you again, instead of planting soft, slow pecks on your lips and cupping your face out of adoration.
“I definitely won, though, right?”