tags: voyeurism/exhibitionism, masturbation, eventual mutual masturbation, sex pollen trope but it’s protocores (on xavier’s part), hella dirty talk, shy but desperate !xavier, a little humiliation kink, whiny!xavier, sub!xavier, kinda very dom!reader, afab!reader, handjob, talking kink (?), xavier begs, a little cunnilingus at the end… that’s about it I think…
a/n: this was pure smut :D it’s ovulation week :D
xavier calls your name as he enters your apartment unannounced. you yelp out from the sofa and stick your head up from your laying position to view the door.
“hi, xav!” you beam at him. he walks to you and crashed onto you over the back of the sofa, not even bothering to walk around it. you giggle. “um, I missed you too?”
xavier groans. “today was so… hmp…” he huffs, complaints unable to escape from his lips. you figure it could be a old habit from his royal status back home. he buries his head into your chest, going a little low into the valley of your breasts. but you find it adorable.
“aww, did someone have a tough day hunting?” you caress his hair. he nods and he scoots up to bury his face into your jaw. it tickles.
“you…” he breathes. “smell so good…” he kisses where his lips reach your neck.
“that tickles.” you giggle at the sensation. he groans breathily, moving to press his chest against yours and look up at you.
“why do you smell so good..?” he asks, looking up at you. there’s a glaze over his eyes. it looks familiar.
“do I?” you’re genuinely confused, as nothing about your fragrance products or soaps have changed. xavier leans down to sniff your neck again, this time a quiet whine escaping his lips. you grab his face to look at his eyes. “did you encounter a weird protocore again?”
xavier doesn’t respond and instead stares at your lips. you figure that he did encounter a weird protocore. he starts breathing faster and you notice him swallow thickly. “i think.. I need you right now.” he states, staring at your lips.
“what?”
“I, um.. yeah. I was warned about special protocores… um, I’m sorry… I had the most contact with it.” he rambles. “I feel… sensitive.” he pulls away from you.
you’re taken aback, as he’s usually composed regarding this manner. “xavier…”
“I’m sorry.. but could you… do me a favor?” he asks timidly. his cheeks are a deep red and it spreads to his ears. you feel their warmth.
“sure.” you say softly. he’s on top of you, supporting himself to look up at you with his palms at your sides.
“could you just,” he looks away. “just… watch me?” he blurts out timidly. his shyness reaches you and you feel your face warm up.
“watch you?” you swallow thickly. “watch you do what?” you know what he means, but you decide this situation is amusing.
frankly you find it incredibly erotic; his shy plead for something as simple as watching him masturbate. xavier has quite the dual demeanor, in bed and everyday. for some reason right now he’s a mixture of both, which you find endearing and extremely entertaining.
xavier bites his lip. you can tell he’s trying to avoid saying what he wants explicitly. “I’m feeling a little… excited? I want you to watch me.. take.. care of it…” his face is flushed deeply now. you’re not satisfied with his answer.
“take care of what, xavier?” your fun starts here and you try to hide your smirk.
“please.” he interrupts you. “please watch me masturbate.” he looks up at you and his eyes are glassy. you smile, deciding between working him up more or letting him have it.
you decide the former. “and how are you gonna do that?”
xavier frowns and groans. he can’t believe it’s gone to this point, yet the heat in his stomach is an undeniable indicator of his arousal. “please, y/n… i need you to watch me touch my.. cock… I can’t bear it anymore…”
you smirk. “sure, baby.”
xavier wastes no time as he quickly gets up and unbuckles his weapon straps from his thighs followed by pulling his pants off. you push yourself up to sit up against your sofa’s armrest, with your legs still laid in front of you. you watch him intently. he leaves his boxers on and stands in front of you. you look up at him and his eyebrows are knitted upwards. you want to scoff. you realize he wants your approval.
you look down to his crotch. his dick strains against his boxers and you watch it twitch. “you’re so hard, aren’t you?” he nods quickly. “and all you’re asking is for me to watch you? how dirty…” you tease. xavier whines and palms himself. “you can take it off.”
he pulls his boxers down and his hard cock springs out. it bounces and hits his stomach. the tip is pink and swollen, twitching every now and then. his pubic hair is neatly trimmed, but not too short. he pulls the boxers under his balls and he walks closer to you. you hear his heavy breathing and you look up to him.
“fuck, you’re so cute, you know that? just wanting me to watch you touch your cock…” you drift your attention back to his hard member. “are you gonna make yourself cum? is that what you want? you want me to watch you make yourself feel good?”
xavier sighs. “yes—” he finally grabs his cock and starts stroking. he circles his tip with his thumb. you scoff at this, finding it so erotically endearing.
“yeah… fuck…” you mutter to yourself as you watch him stroke his cock. “is this how you touch yourself when you’re alone?”
xavier moans. “yes… I think about you..“
“you think about me?” you smile and he strokes himself faster. “mm,” you hum in approval. “good…”
“hah.. I.. yeah.. please watch me.” he looks up and closes his eyes, seemingly ridiculously turned on by the situation. he walks closer, his shins now touching the couch. his cock inches away from your face.
you give into the stir inside your own stomach, needing to relieve the pressure accumulated in the upper part of your cunt. you press your hand against yourself. “you’re so frustrated, aren’t you? do you feel good like this?”
“yes…” he whines again. “mmhm… I like it when you watch me… I like it so much…” he pants and he looks down again, to see you rubbing yourself outside your clothes. “are you.. do you enjoy this?”
“yes.”
“p-please… let me see you.. I want to see you…” xavier softly groans into the air as you keep your eyes on his cock.
“tell me what you want to see. use your words, baby.” you press yourself harder and he slows his hand.
“y/n.. I want to see your pussy… is your clit swollen from watching me? I want to see it, please…” you watch his hand grip himself tighter at the base. you curse and strip your bottoms, not even noticing the long string of your slick until it bends and lands on your knee from the long stretch. xavier curses.
he bends down to pull your knee and spin you to sit properly. you close your legs instinctively, and he kneels in front of you.
“y/n, please…” his eyes are still impossibly glassy and the flush from his face has dripped down to his chest. his neck is satin from a slight sweat. you let him part your knees. he kneels in front of you, staring at your pussy. his cock is on display as he leans back on his heels.
you look down to your own core. it’s glazed with your wetness; and it tickles as it runs down to your perineum and you clench your cunt to relieve some pressure.
“you’re so wet.. agh..” xavier strokes himself again, eyebrows still furrowed, staring at your cunt. “fuck…” he leans closer to your heat, then looking up at you. “you smell so good…” he twists his fist at his tip, now wet with precum. “aughnn, y/n… I feel so good…” he leans on his heels again, cock and thighs on display for you.
you watch him become entranced with your body. youve never seen him like this, and your shock comes from an intense arousal. he’s so desperate and whiny, truly hypnotized by your body…
you bring three fingers down to your entrance and coat it with yourself. you pull your fingers apart in front of xavier’s face, and he cries out a moan. “open.” you say and xavier opens his mouth. “so obedient…” you chuckle and xavier wraps his lips around your fingers. “oh… you’re so—good.” you pull it out and it’s clean apart from xavier’s spit. you curse under your breath as you admire it.
you can’t help but lick it off too, placing your fingers in your mouth as you taste the mixture of your wetness and xavier’s saliva before rubbing your clit…
“oh.. i’m gonna cum, y/n. I’m gonna cum…” xavier pants. he looks up at you with pleading eyes.
you rub yourself faster, slipping your other hand in your shirt to play with your nipples. you prop one leg up and focus on your clit, enjoying the audience and the view. “yeah? you liked this that much? are you gonna cum for me, xavier?” you pant out as you chase your own high.
xavier nods messily. he shuts his eyes and strokes himself fast before grabbing your hand and licking your fingers. he looks up at you as he sucks your slick off again, still stroking his leaky cock with the other hand. he’s whining into your digits before nibbling on a fingertip. “mmghm..!” he moans into your finger and tries to keep his eyes open.
his eyebrows twitch and you feel warmth spurt on your inner thigh and knee… “oh… hah.. you’re cumming so much, aren’t you? mm..” you watch his cock pulse and twitch as he uses his grip on your hand for leverage. his cum is a perfect viscosity; leaking out generously after his initial shots.
“mhm…” he moans shakily. he tries to catch his breath, but you grasp your hand away and move it back to rub your clit. you focus it on the underside, rubbing it side to side.
“xavier…” you moan his name and he watches you again. “angh… I’m gonna cum too…”
“yes… please. make yourself cum.. I want to see you cum too…” he says so obediently that you feel almost aggressive. you push the back of his head to direct his face into your pussy. he instinctively licks and laps at your soaking cunt and you cum when he sucks your clit gently.
your orgasm washes over you like a wave, moaning into the air as xavier grabs your thighs to keep himself between your legs. he licks up all of your juices and your legs shake. you mutter curses as you relax into the sofa. you push xavier’s head away to prevent overstimulation. he wipes off your click from his chin with the back of his hand.
you catch your breaths and he sits next to you.
“what the hell was that protocore..?” you whisper jokingly.
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rb for more sub xavier
not really proofread… but hope you enjoyed! my reqs are open teehee
This is an alt! Follow my main blog: @beggingforxavierthorpe
About: After a friend sends you a picture of Xavier and another girl, jealousy fuels you. He'll know who he belongs to after tonight.
Word Count: 2.6k
Warnings: P in V, no condom, dirty talk, oral (f recieving), masturbation (m), edging, overstimulation, use of toys, crying, super!sub!Xavier.
It had been two hours since Yoko had texted you a picture of Bianca and Xavier from a Nightshades gathering. Her hand was resting on his right thigh, him laughing at something she said, eyes closed. Ever since you saw it, it made your blood boil. Was this why he didn’t want you joining the Nightshades?
You’ve been ignoring his texts, him probably drunk and needy from Yoko’s mixed drinks. The buzzing wouldn’t seem to stop, but it eventually dies down.
“Well, he can just go see Bianca.” You grumble to yourself, shutting your eyes tightly to try to will sleep to take over. Even though it was late, you couldn’t sleep, all you were doing was tossing and turning in your bed. With a frustrated sigh, you sit up and run a hand through your hair. “Fuck it.”
Fueled with jealousy and rage, you sneak out your window, scaling balconies until you land at your boyfriend’s.
You’re about to knock on the glass pane when you see movement inside. You rub your hand against the dusty glass to try to get a better look. Xavier is sitting in his desk chair, hand wrapped around his cock, pumping desperately. His sketchbook is open on the desk, and his other hand is held above it, making the image move. Squinting your eyes, you realize that it’s a drawing of you riding his cock roughly, your hips slamming together, your mouth open and chest heaving. How he got so much detail into that one drawing surprises you, and the fact that he’s jacking off to you melts the edges of your heart. But as soon as you remember why you’re there in the first place, your jaw sets and you pound on the glass.
Xavier jumps from where he’s sitting, cursing, and tucking himself into his pants. He turns around and tucks himself into his waistband, and then shuts his sketchbook before coming to the glass.
“Babe?” He asks, confusion marring his features, his brows coming together. “What’re you doing here?”
Regardless, he backs up so you can climb inside, and you do.
“Did you have a nice night?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Uh, yeah. I tried texting you.” A small blush rises to his cheeks, and he rubs the back of his neck. “It was just a small party….I-did you see me just now?”
“Of course I saw you jacking off.” You set your jaw again and Xavier takes in your features, becoming even more puzzled. “You’re bad.”
“Why are you angry? Your body language is so off.” He shakes his head, reaching his arms out towards you, still a little tipsy and needy.
“Get on the bed. Now.” You order, kicking off your shoes.
Xavier doesn’t move at first, concern flooding his brain, but eventually he sits on the edge of the bed.
“What’s wrong?”
“How dare you fucking let her touch you like that.” You spit, cheeks flaming. Xavier cocks his head to the side, his eyes widening.
“What are you talking about?”
“Do you not want me in the Nightshades because you want to fuck around behind my back?” You counter, arms crossing.
“What the fuck? No! I don’t want you to join the Nightshades because they can be a bunch of assholes sometimes. We do dumb stuff and you’re too good for us.”
“And apparently you’re the biggest asshole of them all.” Xavier’s eyes widen at your hurtful words. You drag your phone out of your pocket, opening the picture and dropping it in his lap. “If her hand was any higher, she’d be touching your dick.”
“Baby-“
“Strip.”
“What?”
“God, I said fucking strip, Xavier. And don’t you dare touch yourself.”
Gazing up at you in a mix of fear and excitement, he obliges, pulling his shirt over his head and tugging his sweatpants down, leaving him bare against his comforter.
Your eyes harden as you look down at your boyfriend, pushing down your hurt feelings until all you feel is a need to make him pay. You walk over to his bedside table and open the drawer, pulling out his vibrating cock ring. You toss it at his chest.
“Put it on. On high.” You tell him, starting to tug your shirt up and over your head.
You kick off your leggings and then pick them up off the floor, watching him slide the ring down to the base of his cock and he presses the button three times, turning it to its highest setting. He groans immediately, his hips pushing up into the air as the vibrations are overwhelming.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK.” Xavier whimpers, the vibrations making his toes curl. “Baby, please.”
“No. You don’t have control over this.” You put your leggings on the end of the bed and climb up, straddling his thighs, sitting back on his firm legs. “You want to let other girls touch you? Then come home and jerk off to the thought of me? For that, you get punished. You can’t cum without my permission. Do you understand?”
Xavier nods wordlessly and brings his hands down to grip your hips, his eyes wide. You grab them and remove them immediately, pinning them above his head. His cock is hard still, his tip red and leaking. His chest is flushed, his stomach sucking in at the vibrations shooting up his length.
“Are you going to be able to be a good boy and not touch me?” You ask him, and Xavier groans, enjoying having you so close to him. He struggles against your hold a little, and you sigh. “That’s a no.”
“No, I’ll be good.” He says quickly, but you’re already moving to grab your discarded leggings.
He watches you as you wrap the material around his wrists and tie them tightly to the iron headboard. Xavier whines and struggles against the hold, just tightening them on his wrists.
“You couldn’t be good. Not a surprise.” You spit into your hand and bring it down to his cock.
“I’m your good boy.” He whimpers, eyes bulging as you collect his precum and start to stroke him quickly. “Holy shit!”
“Prove it.” You almost growl, your hand eager against his cock, stroking him without mercy. “Who do you belong to?”
“Y-You, I belong to you. I’m your good boy.”
“Say it again.”
“I’m yours.” His hips stutter, pushing up against your hand. “Please, please, wanna cum for you.”
Your hand is relentless on him, and he’s squirming, the vibrations and the pull of your hand too much. His chest is deep red now, and he has a look of desperation on his face.
“I-I….can I cum?” He whimpers, thrusting up into your hand. “Please, baby.”
You continue wordlessly, and he drags in a deep breath, trying desperately to hold it. You watch him carefully, and when you think it’s about to become too much, you pull off your hand and press the button to turn off the vibrations of the cock ring. Xavier lifts his butt off the bed, chasing your hand, frustration clear on his face as his impending orgasm dies instantly.
“Oh, my poor baby.” You climb up to straddle his stomach now, leaving his cock, weeping and solid. Reaching forward you grip his chin. “Open.”
Xavier opens his mouth, and you spit, letting a glob slowly slide past your lips down into his mouth.
“You want to cum, don’t you? Do you think you deserve to cum?” You ask, your voice softer now, stroking the side of his face.
“I’m sorry. Didn’t realize, I pushed her away...” He looks up at you, feeling small and shy. “I only want you.”
Satisfied with his answer, you lean over to his bedside drawer again and pull out the wand he bought you on a whim the year prior. The one you were too afraid to keep in your shared bedroom and forced him to keep here where no one will ever find it.
You slide down his body once more, leaving a little wetness in the center of his stomach, turned on by seeing him helpless beneath you. Settling between his legs now, your hand moves down, turning on the vibrating cock ring again, and he grunts. Xavier’s toes curl again, and he throws his head back, his eyes closing. Though, when you turn on the wand and press it right underneath his tip, his head shoots back forward, a moan ripping from his throat.
“Holy shit!” He cries, and you continue to hold it there. “T-Too strong.”
“You can take it. I know you can. Be my good boy.” You coo, running your hand up and down his sucked-in stomach and down his thighs, just caressing him.
Xavier curses, bucking a little against the jolts of oversensitivity that run through him, but you just hold the wand there firmer. It doesn’t take much before he’s a begging mess beneath you.
“Gonna cum…can I? Please, oh my fucking God, I can’t hold it-“ He wails beneath you, louder than he normally is.
“Cum, Xavier.” You answer quickly, and he does.
Ropes of hot cum land on his lower stomach, and some on your hand as well, sliding down the sides of his shaft. The groans leaving his throat are filthy, and when your hand comes down on his thigh roughly, the slap echoes against the lofty ceilings.
But you don’t remove the wand, and soon Xavier’s sobbing, pulling desperately against his binds, the vibrations too much for him. Tears roll down his cheeks, staining his pale skin.
“Ah-baby, stop. I can’t-“
“Do you need your safe word?” You ask calmly, and he shakes his head indignantly. “Does it feel good?”
“Hurts…fuck, don’t stop.” Xavier pushes past the tears, his mouth falling open, pain mingling with pleasure at some moments, and he tries desperately to keep his hips against the mattress.
“Can you give me one more, baby?” Your words are soft and soothing, reaching up to rub under his eye and collect his tears.
You bring your thumb down to suck on the salty tears, moaning softly. Xavier’s eyes are still brimming, but he watches you. His cock keeps twitching now, and he starts to splutter as he gets closer. A sheen of sweat dons his skin, and you think he almost looks angelic.
“C-Can I?” He manages, and you bite your lip to hold back a self-satisfied smirk.
“Mhm. Go ahead, baby.” You tell him.
It only takes another minute before his cock is dribbling again, a sad, low flow down the sides of his cock and pooling at the base.
You immediately turn off the vibrations on both toys, pulling him carefully out of the cock ring and tossing them to the side.
“You were so good for me. I’m so proud of you. ‘M gonna take care of you now. You want my pussy?” You question, and he nods as you reach up to untie his hands.
When they’re finally free, Xavier rubs his wrists and then brings his hand to your hair, stroking softly.
“I’m sorry.” His voice breaks and you climb up, straddling his waist now, and lean down to kiss him softly.
“I know.” You reach between you and stroke him slowly, trying not to make it painful for him, but he’s overstimulated so he hisses. Despite the pain, you can feel him hardening against your palm. “I’m gonna ride you.”
Xavier nods again, and soon you’re sinking down onto his cock. Your wet cunt swallows him easily, inner thighs wet from watching him fall apart so many times and beg to cum. You slide down until he’s as deep inside you as he can be – and you rock your hips. The cum from his prior orgasms sticks messily to your core and butt now, making you even slicker. His hands grip your hips, helping you move with sloppy rolls. Moans spill from your lips, and you press your hands to his chest to get more support. Oversensitive, he’s still a mess beneath you, gasping, his eyes wide but mind empty as he fucks up into you. His eyes shut tightly as he tries desperately to keep his orgasm at bay.
“B-babe…sweetheart, not gonna last.” He manages to get out, but you don’t stop, chasing your own orgasm now.
Xavier’s fingers grip your hips tighter, enough to bruise and he bucks up into you as he cums a third time, barely anything dripping out of him at this point. His face is screwed up and he moans high in his throat, almost a whine. He pants and your hips still now on him, Xavier being fully fucked dumb, gazing up at you in adoration.
You pull off him, knowing he’s too oversensitive to continue, settling back on his stomach. His eyes trail over your chest and back up to your face, his eyes widening as through his foggy brain he realizes that you didn’t cum. Embarrassment floods through him, and he reaches up and cups your cheek. His eyes fill with tears again, feeling guilty and so, so spent.
“I’m so fucking sorry. Come up here, ride my face.” He offers, and you finally smile that self-satisfied smirk down at him, able to tell how spent he is, but he’s so desperate to please you that he’d do anything.
You climb up his body, hovering over his face. Xavier immediately sinks two of his long fingers inside of you, and his tongue seeks out your clit. He sucks lazily, and you slowly grind your hips against his mouth. His tongue flattens against your clit so you can get the most friction possible.
He groans against your pussy as you roll your hips faster. Gripping onto his hair by the root, you use his mouth. His fingers drag in and out of you, your juices dripping down his wrist. Xavier slurps at your messy cunt, until you fall apart above him, legs shaking, and head thrown back as you moan his name.
Rolling off him, you take his fingers into your mouth and suck on your juices, before leaning down and pressing your cum-covered tongue into his tired mouth. He groans and sucks on your tongue, tearing another moan from your throat. After a moment, you pull away and smooth his sweaty hair back away from his face.
“I love you so much, Xavier. You did so good. Made me so proud tonight.” You murmur, leaning down and peppering his face with kisses. Xavier takes in a shaky breath, and slowly starts to weep against your shoulder. “I know, baby. I know. Let it out.”
“I-I love you too. I t-tried to be good for you. I’m sorry.”
“You are my good boy. I promise.” You nuzzle against him. “I was just showing you who you belong to. Was it too much?”
Xavier shakes his head, rubbing at his tears. You kiss them away and press your forehead to his.
“I know who I belong to. I deserved to be punished.” He sighs and looks up at you, tears starting to dry up. “I won’t let something like that happen again. I don’t want you to feel like you aren’t the most important girl in the world to me. If you really want to join the Nightshades, I’ll make it happen.”
You make a face, and he chuckles a little.
“How about we clean you up, baby? You’re covered…” You grin smugly as you look down at his cum-covered body.
Xavier nods, shutting his eyes for a minute and letting you get up to grab a damp cloth. Turning back, you take your time studying him. You’d never been prouder of him before. You can tell he’s starting to drift off, the night too much for him.
You start to clean him up, very gently rubbing the cool washcloth against his tired, warm skin.
This was for SubBotLi day 2 ( i dont have a title)
His blue eyes peer up at you through the silver bangs that are plastered to his face as you point your sword at him, a soft pout began to form on his lips, his brows furrows slightly as he turns his head away sulking softly "Alright, you win."
Gently you take your blade using it to turn his face back towards you and lift his chin, making his pouting eyes meet yours, as you lean in placing a soft kiss upon his lips, as you toss your blade aside with a smirk "Wanna go another around, partner?" As the words leave your mouth his expression changes from pouting to confusion but he nods, "Sure, but this time your going to lose."
As Xavier tries to stands your foot comes up pushing him over on to his back eliciting a soft noise of surprise from him as you make your move, quickly following him to the ground as your place yourself on top of him. Your hips softly rolling against him as you lean down, pinning his arms to the floor. He scoffs with a pout "You cheated." Making you chuckle "I Didn't say what kind of round it was and I think I just one this round, my star."
He pushes his hips up against you, trying to flip you both over and place himself on top of you but you don't let him keeping yourself on top of him, causing him to struggle a little more under you as he makes a second attempt to flip you over before your eyes meet and it seems like you are both on the same page, as he surrenders to you. He stops his movements admitting defeat and lowers his hips with a groaning before you put put your weight on him, you grind self against his already hardening member, the sweat soaked fabric of your sparring matches preventing any contact that would satisfy the arousal you've both that's built up after a few hours of training together. You can feel the need in his expression of dissatisfaction and soft groans, you keep grinding against him teasing him as you lean down whispering softly "My bunny, do you want me to fuck you in the Training room?" He only nods in response and you shake your head
"Use your words for me. Xavier, do you want me to fuck you, right here?". His face begins to show signs of pink as he blushes at you, his voice growing desperate "I want you to fuck me, my light. Please."
These words were all it took for you to place both of his wrists in one of your hands, as the other reached between your legs, freeing him from his athletic shorts. "Beg me again." You move your hips down, grinding on his exposed cock, letting the barrier of your clothing keep him from you, he whines the need coming out in his voice, "Please, my light. Plea-- I need you." You pull your bottom to the side, rubbing him against yourself enjoying all his please and whines before you place yourself against him, sliding yourself along his length and take him in. You begin to ride him hips moving up and down as he moans out your name, calling out to you as he looks up at you, eyes focused on how you move on top him, his hips trying to thrust up in to you as he chases his pleasure too. You lean down placing a passionate kiss on his lips, you tongue swiping at them before he lets you in allowing your to explore his mouth, to feel the wanton moans of pleasure that get stifled by your mouth on his, drowning out any other sounds from the room.
It feels like its just the two of you in the associations basement, looking in a dance of pleasure with each other. You're pace quicks as you begin to feel a wave of pleasure surging through your body like the adrenaline already coursing through your veins and you cry out in to his mouth, " Xavier, keep going. I'm coming." is all you get out before you cum around him. He takes over thrusting in to you from underneath as you ride out your climax, allowing you to enjoy yourself before his hips become erratic and he looks up at you, a growled out "I'm cumming. My light" passes from his lips before you feel the warmth of his release, shoot up in to you.
You both pant softly as your body collapses down on to his and you smile at him taking your time to come back to before you give him another kiss. "Lets cleaned up and head home, my star."
i would like to see degrading/ domming the fuck out of sub xavier when he’s feeling extra subby like the most you’ve ever seen from him and he just absolutely loves it. and maybe possibly some extra fluffy aftercare cause you went pretty hard on him and he deserves all the love and care you have to give him for being the best boy ever🫣
OMG YES 🙏 sorry this took forever lovely i’m going down my list !!
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can’t get enough
pairing : xavier thorpe x fem! reader
summary : xavier is hooked, he loves getting dominated by you but for some reason this night more than the others.
warnings : sub!xavier, mean!dom!reader, degradation, use of ma’am, aggression, riding
nsfw below the cut
xavier smiled as you rode him, looking up at you and watching as your boobs bounced, using all the muscles in your legs you could to continue moving.
your voice was his favorite. all the praises and words that fell from them, made him cum every time.
you ran your hands along his cheek, watching his head fall back and a pathetic whimper fell form it. “my fucking slut,” before you could even continued xavier loudly moaned.
“getting so hard over only my voice. you like when i call you mine don’t you?” your hips rolled against his, his cock deep inside of you hitting every spot it needed to. xavier struggled to form a sentence. “f- fuck- yes.”
you ran a hand through his long shaggy hair and grinned, “dumb whore. look at you. so desperate for me.” his eyes squeezed shut and many sweet sounds fell from his lips, he painted loudly, sounding fucking pathetic.
“xav, look at me.”
he struggled to make eye contact, opening his eyes and almost seeing stars by how good you felt. “pathetic,” you mumbled before grabbing his face and forcing you to look at him. you stared deep into his eyes, his pupils dilated slightly and you could practically feel his heartbeat in between your legs. “i said look at me.”
xavier whined and swallowed thickly, “i’m s- sorry, ma’am, it’s so- shit- hard.” you laughed at him, noticing how pathetic he looked trying to form words.
“don’t act like it’s hard, now, baby. ten minutes ago you were running your mouth.” xavier choked in a breath as your hand released from his cheeks and firmly wrapped around his neck, “who would i be if i didn’t teach my bad slut a lesson? you think you’ve been good enough to cum?”
xavier didn’t answer, his eyes shutting once again so you squeezed his neck and got him back. “i’m talking to you. answer my fucking questions or i’ll tie you up and leave you to sit here in your own damn mess.”
xavier nodded quickly and brought himself back to his sense. “yes ma’am. i’m sorry-“ he whines loudly as your pace quickens, “i-i promise i’ll be your good boy, please, please fuck, let me cum.” you roll your hips as fast as you possibly can, watching with hooded eyes as he bit his lip and tried not to fall apart.
you were stuck with the decision of letting him cum or continuing your torture, but stopped thinking when you saw tears falling from his cheeks.
he looked so pretty crying and begging for your cum.
“mmm, momma- ma’am, please. i need it, i need it so bad. need all of you, need to cum inside you, i’ll be so good for you.” he’s starting to ramble, which he always did when he was close.
he started squirming, his hands almost hurting you in the face so you grabbed him and pinned his wrists above his head. “will you? you better be, slut. pathetic. stop fucking moving.”
your words made him whimper but stop his unnecessary movements. “good job, baby. you’re such a slut for my words, huh?” xavier felt his body tremble, “yes, i’m gonna cum, mommy, please.”
you smiled and cupped his face, “come. now.”
xavier’s entire body trembled, head hitting the wall dramatically as he felt euphoric. his hips shook and you watched his mouth open to an o shape; many whimpers falling from his pretty lips as he spilled inside of you.
after he came down from his high, xavier sat there with his eyes opening, beginning to zone out. “did i go too hard on you?” xavier shook his head, “maybe, but i enjoyed it.”
you got off of him, both wincing as you were both sensitively.
you went and got a damp, cold washcloth and came back to wipe it on his forehead, then switching sides and wiping away the remaining cum from his slender frame.
“i love you, xav, you know that?” xavier smiled, looking already sleepy, “yes, y/n i know. i love you so much, thank you.”
the two of you spent the rest of the night cuddling and watching scream movies, he felt so comfortable in your arms, so he fell asleep so easily.
i think xavier would be a soft dom, maybe even lean to sub sometimes! such a whiny boy when he is. he’s soft and intimate, he can be mean and very pushy at times when he’s pissed off or when he gets jealous! he’s pretty vanilla but is free to try anything if you’d want! just a little puppy ready to follow you anywhere ^_− ♡
So I made this post about how I should probably write more Tylorpe smut, and immediately a story popped into my head fully formed. I wrote it over a week ago now, but it’s taken me forever to get the guts to publish it because it’s honestly at the furthest edge of my steaminess range, and I get embarrassed just editing it.
Warnings: Dom Tyler, sub Xavier, Xavier likes being called names (like slut and stuff), and Tyler apparently has an emerging daddy kink/power dynamics kink.
in your absence i have gotten into new franchises howeveer ive also fallen head over heels for xavier again. and so to mark your return i bring
transman xavier
he'd be horribly nervous to tell you about it at first, not wanting to expose that he was once someone else entirely. you've already taken lumiere well enough, he doesn't want to dump another version of "himself" on you (yes im a DID xavier truther). but he aches desperately for you, and he's sure you've already noticed /something/ up. you've pressed your knee between his legs one too many times for you to not have noticed that there isn't exactly a package there.
but nonetheless, he musters up the courage to tell you, but can't think of how. the opportunity arises when you're camped behind a building, having cleared out the wanderers, and things get a bit heated. you're on top of him, and his neck has more than a few bitemarks, and when you grind down against his thigh his brain goes !. he undoes his pants as you watch, then takes your hand and guides it to his crotch, letting you feel the wet spot and how hot his cunt is. your eyes widen for a moment, then you smirk, and cup his pussy, pressing your ring and middle finger against his entrance through the sheer fabric there, and moving your thumb to rub against his clit in one mean, hard movement. his eyes roll back as he moans, and he bucks against your hand. you pull your hand away and pull yourself off his lap, sitting beyween his legs and sliding his pants down. he watches you with wide eyes, and you keep eye contact with him as you slide his panties down, revealing his cunt.
cute would be the best word for it. soft pink folds and grey downy hair, his lips glistening with his arousal and his clit swollen. you shift your attention from his face to his crotch, and watch in only a little awe as he takes your two fingers so easily. he lets out a keen as you sink into him, and you have to dig your (clipped) nails into your palm on your free hand at how badly that makes you want to destroy him.
he's short work from there, only a few minutes of thrusting in and out before he's gripping your shoulders and shaking apart, but his moan as he comes is heavenly, and you burn the sight of his face into your memory. after he's ridden it out, he watches with wide eyes and a flushed face as you bring your hand to your mouth and suck your fingers clean.
god he's whipped. —🕯
EEEEEEEEEE CANDLE ANON!!!!! 🥹🥹🥹🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 I'M BACK BABEY!
oooh tell me what other franchises you'be gotten into🙂↕️🙂↕️
transman xavier.... [REST] ooooh my prettiest boy.... my most handsomest boye....
wait the sentences "his brain went !" and "(clipped) nails" SENT MEEE STOP I LOVE YOU HAHAHA
dude... I like... okay so my brain is like UGH bc he's so mf gorjus w his big doll eyes and like watching his flushed face when you curl your fingers into his gspot and watch his lips part in surprise. If he bites into his hand to muffle his pretty moans??? Oh I'm sique. I'm going harder, actually.
imagine leaning in then to take his clit into your mouth while you keep your eyes locked onto his and your fingers buried deep in his pussy, juices flowing down your palm and wrist. The desperate look on his face would be so!!! 🥰🥰
Oh I'd be so mean actually... I'm shoving things in there like no tomorrow. I'm putting the egg vibrator into the condom before putting it over my strap to hit even deeper. Just watching him tremble and hold onto anything and everything, he doesn't know what to do with himself.
I need his ankles on my shoulder STAT!! GUARDS!!!!! BRING ME MY BOYTOY!!!!!!!
