shooting stars
xavier finds out you have the hots for him when you see him shoot a gun for the first time, so he decides to use it to his advantage.
pairings: xavier/unnamed afab {mc/you}
WARNINGS: GUNPLAY!!! p and v sex, big pp shen xinghui, unprotected, oral (f and gun receiving lol), shameless SMUT!!, second person pov
word count: 6k
a/n: quick break on HONEY CRISPS because ive been going crazy since release of this promise pv...i am so deeply and irrevocably in love with this man its driving me insane. ive been praying for the day that he held a gun and it came true and he looks so good...so heres my shameless contribution to it. FIRST TIME WRITING IN SECOND PERSON, FIRST TIME WRITING ABT XAVIER!! pls be nice and also no beta reader so maybe mistakes...somewhere
CROSS-POSTED TO AO3
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shooting stars
You couldn’t tell if you wanted to kick your past self or profusely thank them. All you did was ask Xavier why he never used guns. The two of you were doing routine bounty hunt missions, and once it was over, you looked over at him with his sword.
“I’ve never seen you use a gun before, is it because you’re a bad shot?” You chuckled lightly over at him, a smirk on your face as you wiped the sweat off your brow.
You expected him to roll his eyes or pout at the accusation, but instead was met with a smug look as he put his weapon away. He walked towards you with wide strides, and tilted his chin upwards whilst still looking down at you. “Care to find out?”
The next destination became the shooting range at the Hunter’s Association. The person working the front looked at Xavier with wide eyes. “Woah! I haven’t seen you since the mandatory training here. Going back to ol’ reliable?” He laughed, sliding the trays over with the guns and rounds.
Xavier reacted with a soft smile. “Someone wanted to see how bad of a shot I am.” He replied, looking back at you.
You couldn’t help but feel your face heat up at the way he looked at you.
The man behind the counter let out a hearty laugh, “Give her one hell of a show then.”
He picked up the tray and began walking into the actual range, holding the door open for you. You picked your usual spot and he placed his belongings at the designated spot next to you before walking beside you, with his arms crossed. “You first.”
You looked at him hesitantly. He had a smirk on his lips, his head cocked to the side. Something about his demeanor made him even more irresistible than usual. Like this was a challenge, a challenge you really wanted to take. “You’ve seen me shoot.”
Xavier shrugged, “I’m a bad shot, I need to see how a professional Hunter shoots first.”
You huffed at him before turning back to face the front, onto the target. Like clockwork, you prepare your weapon as you always did. A quick inspection before you loaded the magazine. It was different from the one you normally used, so you tried looking for the right grip that felt comfortable to you. It wasn’t until you felt a warm breath against your ear that you realized how close he was, it made you jump. He was bent over to match your height, looking over your shoulder, watching what you were doing.
The corner of his lip twitched upward as he stood back up, raising both his hands up like he was just caught. “Sorry, continue.” He said.
It made you nervous, but you wanted to prove yourself. You tried hiding the small shiver that went up your spine from him watching you. Despite doing this for a living now, and having shot in front of him multiple times, it suddenly felt different. Like you were shooting for the first time.
As you tried to brush off the nervousness, you took your usual stance, bringing your arms up with the gun and aimed at the target. A deep breath as your finger grazed the trigger and then you pulled it.
“Tsk,” Xavier said behind you. “You know that’s not how you actually shoot.” His hand crept up your left arm, the trail of his fingers leaving goosebumps, before stopping at your wrist. As he pulled it down, he leaned down by your ear again, “No wonder you missed the mark, now shoot regularly.” And just as quick as he came in, he went back to where he was standing earlier.
You hoped he couldn’t see how hot you felt. Even though you’ve fought beside him all the time, it still made you blush that he knew your mannerisms. You fixed your stance, your body facing the side and your right hand holding the gun out straight to the target. Another pull of the trigger and you finally see it hit the middle. You exhaled before placing the gun down and turning towards him, a proud smile painting your face. “You’ve seen me shoot hundreds of times, now it’s your turn.” You motioned towards his own station, attempting to hide the shakiness of your voice as you looked at him excitedly.
He assembled his gun quickly, like it was second nature to him. It surprised you since you were so used to him with a sword. The image of him holding the gun made you feel flustered, the scene being so foreign to you. You felt like the air had been knocked out of your chest and heat pooled in your lower stomach. He gripped at the gun, flipping it back and forth, before setting it back down again. Xavier undid the buttons on both sleeves of his white dress shirt, rolling each sleeve up his forearm.
Your resolve was normally pretty good, but seeing his forearms flex underneath the tightly rolled up sleeves made your knees weak. And once he picked up the gun, you felt like you started melting. The unusual picture was suddenly something you wanted burned into your retinas.
Xavier looked at you, his head tilting to the side, a playful smile on his lips. “Hey, you watching?”
You nodded, unable to tear your eyes away from his arms and his hand holding the gun. You hear him slightly chuckle before aiming the gun at the target. One arm straight out, similar to your stance but his body faced the front. His slender fingers gripped the base, his index finger still held straight out. Everything moved in slow motion as you watched him handle the weapon. And then he curled his pointer into the trigger.
One shot. Two shots. Three.
The loud sounds snapping you away from your intent staring. You blinked away from your deep thoughts and daydreams, as you looked at the targets. Bullseyes. On his target, the one on his left’s target, and even your target. You called him a bad shot earlier as a joke, yet seeing him prove it wrong was insanely…”Hot.”
“Huh?” He smirked, holding the gun safely, his pointer away from the trigger now, holding it towards the ground.
Flustered, realizing that you said it out loud, you attempted to recover, “H-how! I asked how. You never use guns, how are you not rusty?” An internalized breath of relief escaped you.
Another shrug. “Maybe I’m just lucky. Let’s check.” He held the gun up again.
You scrambled for your phone, wanting- no, needing a picture of him. The rare sight needed to be saved. It was insane how turned on you felt by him holding it. You quickly pulled up the camera app on your phone, holding it by your stomach. You tilted the camera up at him while he focused on the target, his fingers gripping around the gun. And you took multiple photos, praying one of them would be good and clear enough, before shoving it back into your back pocket.
He finished the round of bullets in the magazine and then set the gun back down on the tray. “Which do you like more? Me with a sword or this?” As he faced you, he tilted his chin upwards again, looking down at you with the same smug look. His finger tapping the bottom of your chin.
You realized your mouth was slightly ajar, your jaw probably dropped as you watched him hit the target perfectly every time. As you watched his arms flex as he pulled the trigger. Your mouth felt dry but you managed to respond with a shrug, mirroring him. “Guess we’ll have to see it in combat next time.”
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He treated you to dinner afterwards. You attempted to act normal, like your underwear wasn’t damp from the scene earlier. Like it didn’t get wetter as you recalled him holding the gun. You were already madly infatuated with him, but this sent you over the edge. And it didn’t help that he was your neighbour too.
The two of you walked home together afterwards, talking about random things. You hoped that it wasn’t obvious how hot you felt. Especially when you entered the elevator with him. You wanted to press him up against the wall but you refrained. You pressed the button for your floor and then his. Once it reached your floor, you were prepared to say goodnight, but then he grabbed your wrist, holding you in place until the doors closed. You looked back at him confused, his usually bright blue eyes suddenly looked like a darker shade. “Xavier?”
There was no response besides a twitch of the corner of his mouth, his fingers firmly wrapped around your wrist. He felt warm, but your body felt like lava.
A ding rang as it reached his floor above yours, and he quickly began walking towards his door. He dragged you with him, grabbing his key from his pocket. You wanted to laugh at how he always ignored the keypad lock and opted for the physical key still, but you were too nervous at the current situation.
Xavier pulled you into the apartment with him, shutting the door just a bit too loudly. He dropped your wrist and pressed you up against the door,placing one hand beside your head as he leaned down at you. “You think you’re so slick…” His hand snaked around your waist, and you felt your phone slipping out of your pocket. He opened up your phone successfully unlocking it before chuckling, “You really should choose a passcode that isn’t your birthday.” And after a few swipes, he faced it back towards you, showing the photo of him from the shooting range.
Your breath hitched, your mind trying to wrap around what he saw and how you could explain yourself. But you were blanking. “I-I…” You tried to start but no other words would come out.
“What were you gonna do with this?” He asked softly, but his words were laced with something darker, dirtier.
“I j-just liked it.” You gulped, unable to leave his eyes.
You heard him chuckle under his breath. He shut your phone off, reaching around you again to slip it back into your pocket. “Tell me, do you like me? Or do you just like my hands? Or…” He leaned into your ear, his breath hot yet it sent you shivering. “Do you like me with my hands holding a gun?”
You took a sharp intake of air, your heart pounding out of your chest. “A-all of it…” You were nearly breathless from being at such close proximity with him. The confession came out shaky, and your palms felt sweaty. Your thighs started trembling, but you couldn’t help feeling yourself get even wetter. The coil at your lower stomach tightened even more.
He pulled back, facing you again. “You were so snarky earlier, my dear.” The sudden nickname almost made your knees buckle. “Calling me a bad shot…was this your plan all along?” He cupped your face, his thumb grazing your shaking bottom lip. “Can I?” To which you nodded at, all too quickly. And then his lips were on yours.
The kiss started off slow and close mouthed, and then he shoved his knee in between your legs, pressing on the head in between them. It made you gasp, giving him full access to your mouth. He groaned once his tongue touched yours, and you whimpered at the pressure from everywhere. Your hands gripped at his shirt, no doubt wrinkling the front of it as you balled up the fabric into your fists. You pulled him closer, tilting your head to give him better access. Your hips bucked into his knee, moaning.
He pulled away, making you whimper at the loss, but his lips still grazed yours. He let out a soft laugh, his hand that was on the door roamed down to touch you in between your legs. “I haven’t even done anything too crazy yet, and you’re already this- ngh…wet.” He leaned in for another kiss, short lived and he nibbled on your bottom lip. Pulling away again, “Or have you been like this all day?” Your hands dropped from his shirt and his hand moved from your heat to the strap on your thigh. You felt him unbutton the latch and slip the gun out of its holster. He dropped the hand that was on your cheek and took a step back. He gripped your gun tightly, putting the barrel underneath your chin and forcing you to look further up. “Answer.” You could tell he was having fun, pleased with himself.
You gulped. The metal pressing against you was cold and you couldn’t look at where his finger was resting on the gun. Xavier holding a gun and the danger of it all made you press your thighs together and bite your lip. “Since the shooting range.”
“Fuck…” Xavier cursed, another rare sight. He lowered the gun and stepped closer again to kiss you. Hungrier, needier, and wetter. You were almost drooling out the corners of your mouth. He pulled away softly, “Tell me if you want to stop…now jump if you want this,” he said before swooping in again. Your arms wrapped around his neck and his free hand went on your bottom. You jumped, feeling him hold you up by your ass with one hand and you locked your ankles behind him, your legs on his hips. The angle he carried you made his dick press up against your dripping front. The sudden friction made the both of you groan.
You weren’t sure how he walked into his room perfectly while kissing and carrying you, but he dropped you onto the bed, lacking grace. You probably looked crazy from his view. Your eyelids felt heavy, your chest was heaving, and you could feel yourself twitch in your pants.
Xavier was faring no better. His half-lidded eyes were staring down at you with so much lust, you swore eye contact with him could make you come untouched. His other hand was still gripping onto your gun, his forearms fully flexed underneath his still-folded sleeves. The veins in his hands were prominent, even in the dim lighting of his bedroom. You held yourself up with your elbows, making sure you had a good view of him. He set the gun down beside you on the bed, unbuttoning his shirt at the top just a bit. The sight made you salivate.
He set a knee down in between your legs, straddling one of your thighs. His hands made quick movement removing your top, nearly ripping off the buttons. You could hear the threads snapping. You helped him by adjusting your arms to be able to slip off the top. Then you lifted your arms to take off your sports bra, your breasts spilling from underneath. And you sat in front of him, fully topless. You wanted to be shy, but you were too busy drinking in how he looked at you.
“So fucking pretty…” He leaned in, taking your lips again. A rougher kiss with your teeth clashing and tongues fighting. One hand palmed at your breast, making you arch your back, pressing closer to his touch. He was rough with his hand exploration, it slightly stung, but you liked it. A lot. With both hands on each side of your chest, he pulled you up more on the bed, fully centering you on the mattress. He pulled away and made work of your pants, he adjusted himself to fully sit between your legs, your calves resting on his hips. He shimmied your pants off and when you tried pulling your panties down with it, his hand snapped up to your wrist, keeping you still. “These stay on…” Xavier said, a near growl.
You blushed when you saw your hot pink cotton underwear, knowing that it would be so extremely obvious with how wet you were. He removed your pants and his hand was instantly on it. “Fuck…you’re dripping for me. So fucking pretty like this…” He said, his two fingers rubbing up and down your slick folds through the fabric.
“Mmph!” Both of your hands went up to your mouth, muffling the sounds that he was pulling out of you.
“Nuh-uh.” He stopped his fingers and then he managed to grab both wrists with one hand and held it by your stomach. “Let me hear you, my dear…Be a good girl.” His words dripped with honey, a twinge of desperation. Xavier moved his fingers again, pressing deeper onto your clit through the thing fabric. Moans and whimpers filled the room, along with his heavy breathing. “You want to have some more fun, my…dear?” He asked, pressing even harder, making you buck your hips and grind yourself onto his hand.
“Yes, god, please!” You said too loudly, letting out an even louder moan at the anticipation.
He let go of your wrists, letting your hands fall to the side of you, your fingers clutching at the fabric underneath you. Your head was thrown back, and you couldn’t see what he was doing until you felt the cold metal clash with your teeth. “Open wide, sweetheart.”
You were already lightheaded from how good he was making you feel with his fingers, you couldn’t help but get even more excited. You opened your mouth even wider, letting him slip the barrel further down your mouth. You were thankful you were using your more cylindrical gun rather than the assigned Association gun that was more rectangular. The sensation of him touching you whilst simultaneously shoving a gun down your throat made you squirm and moan around the barrel.
A thrill you never you’d seek or even experience, but here you were. Nearly naked on your neighbour’s bed, with a gun being shoved down your throat. And you loved it.
“Pinch me if you want to stop…But it doesn’t seem like you do.” You could hear the smirk in his voice, “You like this, huh? Wish you told me sooner…I would have used a gun sooner…” He said, breathing heavily. The thought of him being affected like this just by doing things to you made you moan even louder, muffled by the metal. He pushed it in and out of your mouth, your drool making the barrel slick and shiny.
You felt him push your underwear to the side, his digits tracing the line of your folds. He teased your hole so slightly with his fingertips, making you snap your hips up, begging for more. “God, you’re practically dripping down here…you’re just begging to be filled…” He inserted one finger, slowly. You arched your back at the sensation. “So fucking tight.” He hissed, inserting another finger. “It’s like you’re sucking me in…relax for me. Don’t you want to feel how good metal feels here? Huh? You want me to put this here too?” He started slow with scissoring his fingers inside you, making you squirm and moan. Xavier removed the gun from your mouth, letting you answer.
Your jaw felt sore from just the few minutes it was in your mouth, but the pain felt good. “Y-yes…Xavier- ngh. Fuck…please!”
Xavier reached to the back of your neck after dropping the gun beside you again, and he pulled you up for another open mouthed kiss. His fingers still drilling into your wet hole, lewd squelching noises coming from below made your ears turn red. He swallowed every moan coming out of your mouth.
Your hands reached down to his own cock, lightly touching the bulge of his pants. You could tell it was large, it made you even more nervous. He groaned into your mouth, the hand on your neck came down to hold the one on his cock, pushing you to touch him even more. He was practically humping your hand as he worked to stretch you.
You pulled away slightly, “I…want this too.” You begged against his lips, which curved into a smile.
“I’ll give it to you if you’re good for me.” He kissed you again. “Are you gonna be good?”
You bit your lip, nodding profusely. And then you felt him push you down by the shoulder, laying you back down.
He inserted another finger, making you grip the sheets at the stretch. His other hand resting atop your pubic bone, this thumb making circles around your clit. “You hear that, baby?” The lewd wet sounds got louder as he curled his fingers. His fingers inside you and on your clit were getting too much.
“Xavi- I’m gonna…” You moaned, gripping the sheets, your back fully arched with your tits bouncing in the air.
And then suddenly you were empty.
You couldn’t help the whine that spilled out of your lips from the sudden denial of your orgasm. Your walls clenched around nothing and you wanted to scream.
Xavier laughs, his eyes glued to your hole. “I said to be good for me, I never said you could come just yet…” He put the fingers that were just inside you up to his mouth, licking each digit slowly while looking into your eyes. “So good, sweetheart.”
“Xavier…please…” You begged him, feeling empty.
He fully slipped your underwear off, tossing it to the floor. And then he grabbed one of his pillows, lifting your hips to slide it underneath. “You ready?” His fingers grazing at the gun beside you. “You think you can take this?” His other hand reached towards your face, pushing away the strands of hair that were glued to your forehead with sweat.
“Please…I want to be good for you.” You said between breaths.
He reached towards his bedside table and pulled out a bottle with a clear gel. A sudden pang in your stomach made you wonder if he’s done this type of stuff with other people, considering how prepared he was.
Your eyes must have spoken for you since he looked at you with a softer gaze as he unwrapped the safety seal. “I’ve always had this…just in case you finally made a move.” He sheepishly said. The dominating front crumbled slightly as he looked away, embarrassed. “I didn’t think we’d be doing this exactly, but…you’ll see why later.”
You bit your lip as the concern dissipated. Your heart beat faster from the realization that he was also just waiting for you. You looked down at him, still fully dressed as you were laid out fully nude for him. His silver hair sticking to his forehead and his bulge begging to be let out from the confines of his pants. You would have admired him more until the cool sensation of lube touched your clit, making you twitch.
“You’re already so wet…but we should just be safe.” His words were softer from earlier, but still made you feel weak at his fingertips. You wanted to see every side of him, explore every reaction. He grabbed the gun beside you and added lube onto the barrel too. A smirk grew on his face, “You might want to apply for another weapon when we go back to work…”
A warm flash of embarrassment crossed your face.
Xavier positioned the gun at your entrance, the cold, slick metal tip entering just slightly. You lifted yourself up by your elbows so you could watch better. His hand gripped the handle so hard, his knuckles turned a paler color, his index finger steadying the barrel against you. He looked into your eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation, but was met with full glossy eyed-excitement.
The image of Xavier with a gun, aiming it right into your pussy made you throb. You could feel a heartbeat right where your clit was.
And then he softly pushed it in. The stretch made you whimper and fall back onto the bed. Your hips lifted more upwards, as your body begged for more. You heard him curse under your breath as he pushed it even deeper, “Tell me how you feel.” He said through gritted teeth.
The stretch hurt at first, but it slid in so smoothly that it itched the emptiness that was inside of you. And the fact that it was Xavier holding the weapon inside of you turned you on even more, all the images of how good he looked holding one flashed in your mind as you shut your eyes. “S-So good, Xavier…m-move, please.”
“Holy fuck, you’re taking it so good…I can’t believe you wanted this. God, I wish I knew earlier.” He pushed the barrel in and out of you, wanting to drink in more of your reactions. “Wanted to make you mine earlier…gonna make you think of me whenever you use a gun from now on, you’re so fucking good for me.” He babbled, just from watching you.
With the gun still in your pussy, he got down from the bed, kneeling to the side. He removed the pillow from under your hips and pulled you over the edge. He continued to push the weapon in and out of you, moving to the side so he could latch his mouth onto your clit from a safer angle. Xavier placed one of your legs over his shoulder as he stimulated every portion of your heat. He groaned against your clit, vibrating slightly against you as he sucked and licked at it.
It was becoming too much for you, the barrel feeling warmer inside of you from the friction and your body heat. His mouth was pushing you over the edge. One hand gripped at the sheets while the other played with your nipple, squeezing it with your fingers as you felt yourself get closer and closer. “Xavier- ungh…FUCK!” You screamed, moaning, as your head was fully thrown back. Your hips stuttered and grinded around him.
He unlatched himself from you, “Cum for me…” He said, gasping.
And you did. Your hands didn’t know where to go, clutching at the sheets, your hair, the air. And your eyes squeezed shut, stars floating around in the blank space. You almost screamed your pleasure, feeling yourself gush all over the gun.
Xavier pulled the weapon out of you with a loud wet squelch sound. He placed the gun back onto the bed, centering himself between your legs as he put his mouth onto you again. He drank up your orgasm, his tongue fucking you through your spasms. The loud slurping sounds would have embarrassed you if you weren’t too busy losing your vision.
You gripped at his hair, grinding your clit against his nose, before falling back onto the bed. Breathless. You felt like you were gonna pass out until you felt his lips leave yours, he pushed your body up and you felt the bed dip again. Your eyes fluttered open, seeing him on top of you again. His eyes were half-lidded and his whole face reeked of desperation. He grabbed your face, his fingers squeezing both sides of your cheeks, making you puff out your lips. “Oh, no. I finally have you in my bed and you’re not even going to give me a turn?” He said with a pouty voice, a complete contrast to their current entanglement. “Don’t pass out on me…please?”
The voice he used suddenly gave you the energy to sit up, his hold still tight on your face. “I-I…” You started to say, trying to catch your breath. Your body was still twitching from your orgasm. “I want you, Xa-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence as he leaned in to crash your lips together. You could taste yourself, along with a rubbery flavor that you assumed was the lube. The kiss was hungrier than the past ones, his hand on your face moved to the back of your head, directing you. His other grabbed one of yours and moved it over his bulge. You brought your other hand up, trusting him to hold you up, so you could undo his pants.
He moaned into your mouth when the button was undone, freeing the pressure from his erect cock. Your hands were shaking with the zipper, and he grew impatient, pulling away. He stood back up and you had to catch yourself with your elbows. Xavier slipped off his pants and then his boxers.
“Holy shit…” You muttered. He was big. Bigger than you’ve ever seen, much less taken. You thought your gun was thick, his dick was a lot bigger. Not only was it long, but the girth was intense. How he hid it in the pants he always wore, you will never understand. A part of you was scared, whilst the rest of you shivered with excitement. You could feel your walls clenching again.
Xavier got back onto the bed, settling in between your legs. “I told you…” He said, referring back to the bottle of lube. “I want your mouth on me so bad, my dear…but I can’t wait any longer. I didn’t think I’d get jealous over a gun but…I’m going crazy here.” He leaned down, peppering kisses up your stomach. One on each breast, up your clavicle and neck, making your squirm at the soft touch. His dick pressed up against you, heavy and hot. “Can I…?”
“Please, Xavi…want you in me so bad…” You whined, grabbing his face into another kiss. Your mouth was tired, it was sloppy but you did your best to show him how much you wanted him.
He got back up, grabbing the bottle of lube again. He maintained full eye contact, his chest moving up and down, as he stroked himself, lathering the lubricant on. He grabbed the pillow with his dry(er) hand to shove under your hips again, before lining himself up with your entrance.
Your eyes were blown open as you looked at the size. “Will it even…fit?” A slight tremble in your voice gave your fear away.
“Relax, my dear…If you let me…” His breath hitched as he pushed the tip in. The stretch was even more, your suspicions reigning true. “Oh, fuck…” He breathed out, his other hand gripping your thigh tightly. Bruises were sure to follow, but the stretch from his cock took more of your attention. “You’re so…warm. And tight.” His eyebrows were knit together, fully concentrated on entering you.
The pain was subsiding slowly, he was way bigger than you ever thought. He even felt bigger than what you saw. You felt your walls flutter around his tip, waves of electricity spreading throughout your body.
Xavier groaned, his grip on your thigh tightening. He pushed in even further, whimpering slightly. “This is welcoming me so warmly. Can you feel it?” He said through gritted teeth. The hand on your thigh moved back to your pubic bone, his thumb rubbing small circles on your swollen clit. “Ah, fuck…” He said just above a whisper, his hips bucking into your all of a sudden, inserting himself further on accident.
You arched up in the air with a loud cry, tears were prickling the corners of your eyes. It felt too good, you thought you were going to go insane. You suddenly wanted more, needed more. “K-keep…going, please. I can take it…” You said, broken up by moans.
“Ahh…” He said, a smile evident in his voice. He pressed further. “You’re so…good for me. Been waiting for this…for so lon- ngh, fuck. Are you trying to press yourself against me?” He stopped your hips from going further into him, a dry chuckle spilling out of his lips. “So do you prefer it like this? You want to…take control?” He inched into you further, you could feel him almost at the base. “Then, you can tie my hands and have some fun next time. How does- ngh…that sound?” He laughed.
You could feel his cock twitch inside you as he said that. Like he was excited for the next time. But fuck, so were you. “Y-yes, plea- oh my god, agh. I want that. I want you all sorts of ways, please.” You blabbed, unsure if you were even understandable.
His hips snapped into you with a groan. Xavier bottomed out, and it blew your mind. He let you get used to the feeling of him fully inside you before attempting to move. “You feel like a vice down here, sweetheart…” He pulled his hand away from your clit, falling forward so he could bury his face in the crook of your neck. Your sweaty chests making contact, warm and wet. He placed wet kisses along your neck, making you flutter around him and clench even more, as you moaned. “Fuck…you feel so good for me.” He said into your ear, inching out of you before burying himself inside again. Each thrust knocked the wind out of you. Your mouth was going dry from the deep breaths and moans escaping you. “Gonna make you…remember the shape of me. No one else will be good enough for you.” He pulled back more and more each time, his hips slapping against yours. “You’re mine now…” Xavier said, nibbling at your ear.
Your nails were sure to leave marks on his back as you tightly held onto him. The feeling of his cock sheathed inside you had you seeing double, and his pubic bone meeting with your clit at each thrust had your legs shaking. “I-I’m yours…gonna c- ngh!” His hips slammed into you again, losing your train of thought.
Xavier left kiss marks all over your neck, but you paid no attention as you were close to your peak. “Come for me…want to feel you come all over my- fuck. My cock. Need to know I can make you feel better than that gun of yours, pretty. All fucking mine, yeah?” He said obscenities just above a whisper into your ear, his hot breath bringing you even closer.
Your walls squeezed him as your orgasm flooded over you, all over again. You couldn’t help meet his thrusts while you came, pushing yourself further over the edge. Your legs locked behind him, your thighs shaking uncontrollably.
“You feel so good, baby…I’m gonna come soon…where do you wan-” His voice came out nearly broken, as you felt his thrusts getting sloppier.
“Inside! Inside, please!” You begged, still riding out your own climax. You heard him groan loudly by your ear just a second after and felt him painting your walls, his quick thrusts milking himself using you brought you to a smaller second climax. The sensation and feeling of him coming inside of you turned you on just enough, and the idea that you made him this way was unbearably pleasurable.
After a few moments, he rolled the two of you over so you were laying on top, avoiding crushing you with his stature. The movement pushed him deeper inside, making you moan and twitch on top of him.
The room’s air was thick and warm. The only sound being the two of you catching your breaths and the loud clock above his bed, ticking away. Your ear was pressed against his chest, hearing each beating thump, getting slower as you two rested. He stayed inside of you, softening slightly, but still insanely huge. You clenched around him on purpose, causing him to laugh tiredly. His hand reached up to the back of your head, stroking your hair. “You mean it, right? You’re mine now…?” He asked, haphazardly. “I-I would have done it in a more gentlemanly way, but…”
You giggle on his chest before resting your chin on it to get a good look at him. “Yeah…it wasn’t my plan to confess while we both discovered something new about ourselves…but I mean it.”
He smiled down at you, bringing your face up to his into a more passionate, softer kiss.
