i hc that all the boys prioritize your pleasure over theirs, but they do cum differently from each other.
⭐ xavier - average cummer. won't cum too fast or too slow. he probably hasn't fucked in forever though so if he goes rough, he'll cum a bit faster than usual but can pleasure you in other ways. after cumming in you, he may fall asleep on top of you at times, his softening cock still inside you, and you honestly love it.
🐟 rafayel - unpredictable cummer. can cum fast or can cum slow, it depends on how worked up he is. if he cums fast, similar to xavier, he can pleasure you in other ways (with his tongue and fingers) until he can fuck you all over again. if he cums slow, and you get too overstimulated to continue, he'll let you pleasure him in other ways (blowjobs, boobjobs, handjobs, he's all for it honestly).
❄️ zayne - self-control cummer. can cum and can stop his orgasm with pure will. if he's got exemplary self-control outside, then that applies in the sheets. good luck when you take control though—zayne always wants to make you cum first. if you wanna make him cum first, you'll have to tell him, so that he'll loosen up and let you handle his orgasm. if you try to act cute in the middle of sex though, then his self-control goes out the window; he's instantly cumming inside you. congrats, you found a loophole.
🐦⬛ sylus - a big tease cummer. has no problem with cumming anytime he wants. he loves having power over you and making you think that you have power over him. he likes teasing you with his orgasms too. you wanna ride him and make him cum? he'll smirk up at you and enjoy it, not letting you make him cum just yet, just so he can see when you start furrowing your eyebrows in concentration. when you catch on, chances are, he won't stop, but pout at him enough and he'll assure you that his orgasms are all yours and he won't hold them back anymore for the fun of it (just until he wants to tease you again).
🍎 caleb - massive cummer. cums inside you fast but has a nonexistent refractory period. when he cums inside you, he fucks you through it until he's hurtling into another one. every time you have sex raw, you'll always feel so full during it, and he won't stop even when his cum practically gushes out of your hole around his cock. yes, he likes making love to you and taking it slow, but he also loves rutting into you like a dog. can you blame him? being inside you is heaven on earth to him. it's pure bliss, and he's waited for it for so long. of course, he's gonna keep emptying his balls inside you, his cum belongs inside your hole after all.
this all started because i was thinking of caleb's cum whew, i think i've typed the word 'cum' enough for the rest of the day
xaviermc fic where a lumiere cosplayer asks you out and xavier sees the message while you're watching a movie with him
pairings: xavier/unnamed afab [mc/you]
tags: shameless smut, jealousy!, jealous sex!, theres some angst in here! dry humping, p and v sex, vag fingering, oral (f receiving)
word count: 8.4k
a/n: gosh sorry it took so long T-T i was having a bad writers block and i feel like i lost the ability to write. thank you @/cutiemooniee on twt for the idea for this :33 1/5 OF THE JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY SERIES
xavier rafayel sylus caleb zayne
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The break room at the Association was surprisingly empty as you and Xavier had lunch together. A lot of people were deployed out on missions and others were eating their food at their desks as they tried to finish their stacks of paperwork. You would have been doing the same, but Xavier read an article one day about separating your work desk and dining table to promote a healthier lifestyle.
His care for trivial matters like that was one of the things that made you admire him. It was also laughable considering how his sleep schedule may have been the unhealthiest thing ever, and so were the things and amount of things he would eat at a time. And yet he made it a point to send you little articles of improving day-to-day life whenever he found it.
There was a comfortable silence between the two of you, which was then disrupted by your phone chiming. You picked it up to see an alert from the Lumiere forum that you joined, announcing a cafe event on the weekend. Your eyes visibly lit up, you dropped your chopsticks and instantly went to the website to book a reservation time.
“Who is it?” Xavier asked, his voice lacking the usual softness.
You looked at him over your phone, raising your eyebrow up at him. Your mouth curled into a mischievous grin, “Lumiere pop-up at Charlie’s bakery this weekend! I’m booking tickets right now. You wanna come?” Two things in a sentence that absolutely annoyed him, but you found it to be cute. Although you still have no idea as to why he disliked your neighbor so much.
Xavier tilted his head at you, his blue eyes piercing into yours. His mouth was slightly agape, as if he was shocked at the sentence that just came out of your mouth. “Lumiere…at Charlie’s…”
You suppressed a laugh and nodded. “If you don’t wanna go, I’ll ask someone else…I think Charlie will be too busy to hang out during the event, hm…” You tapped on your chin to think before getting back to grabbing two spots in the morning. Once you finished, you set your phone down to keep eating, ignoring his glare.
“Tch…I’ll go.” He mumbled before stabbing at his food. Another round of silence rolled around before he dropped his fork into his bowl, “What does Charlie even know about Lumiere?”
You shrugged, mindlessly ignoring how your heart skipped a beat the way he looked like he was begging you not to go. “It’s probably his workers who like Lumiere, everyone likes Lumiere.” You avoided eye contact knowing your face was probably red.
“You like Lumiere.” He stated, deadpanned.
“I do.” You hummed.
“What about me?” Your eyes flashed up to him and he had a small smirk playing on his lips. Thankfully, before you had a chance to answer, Jenna stormed into the break room saying she needed the two of you for a quick mission.
The answer was yes. You liked him a lot. The question itself would have made you delusional for days, but you knew how he was. Still so secretive even when you already knew one of the biggest ones. And just like clockwork, after the mission, he disappeared. Again. And with a sigh, you headed back home alone.
-
The line into the limited Lumiere pop-up cafe was nearly wrapped around the block. You ended up going alone. Xavier sent an ominous text around 4am with an apology saying he got placed on a hushed mission by Jenna. You never understood how much clearance he had in the Association but judging how he fought, you knew he was a strong asset and well-needed. As much you loved to spend time with him, you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.
It felt like the two of you were more than neighbors and more than friends, yet whenever you would try to flirt with him to move things along, it was as if he acted oblivious. One day he would practically be glued to your side, and then he would disappear for the next three without a word. You remember that you asked your other friend at work for advice and she told you to be upfront about your feelings.
“What if I scare him away by being too upfront?” You played with the straw cup, watching the various fruit swirl in your cocktail nervously.
“Then he’s not worth it! But if your courage moves him, he’ll surely respond in kind.” Tara confidently answered you, with a finger up in the air.
You just hoped you actually had the courage to be upfront. Even with her motivation, everything went out the window once you had sobered up. You tried to ask him out for lunch and dinner, spend more time with him, get physically closer to him…and it seemed like it would work sometimes. And then other times, it felt like you were back at square one. You knew that it would be better to just follow what Tara said but pulling yourself together whenever you were in front of him was harder than you expected.
Xavier would look at you with one soft confused look, and every thought in your head just leaves. The urge to jump and kiss him is somewhere in the back of your mind, but it was caged by the multiple “what-ifs” and fear. Whenever he would be protective or sweet, you’d lose access to the mobility of your tongue, completely speechless. And then when he would disappear and lie about fighting Wanderers or whatever (despite being battered and bruised), worry and anger would fill you.
He had a bad habit of keeping secrets and lying. You knew he did it to protect you from a darker past of his, but you wanted to know everything about him. You thought that finding out he was actually Lumiere would have brought the two of you closer, but it was like he tried even harder for you to stay away from whatever he had to deal with. It was frustrating to say the least, but you liked him too much.
As you grumbled in your own thoughts, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to find Jeremiah, who wasn’t in his usual button up and apron. Instead he looked like a normal citizen of Linkon, rather than the NPC flower shop owner. “Woah! I almost didn’t recognize you without your garden shears!” You joked, giving him a playful pat on the arm. “What are you doing here?” You cocked your head at him, confused.
Jeremiah laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Xavier assigned me as your partner for the day while he dealt with one of the Bac- with the mission!” He must’ve seen how your face instantly fell and knew he was caught. “Jeremiah, you dunce…” He mumbled to himself, sighing.
You sighed. “It’s not you, Jere…He must be a very busy person. Thanks for coming with me, anyways. You don’t have to, though!” You mustered up a smile. “If you’re here, who’s gonna take care of the flowers?” You faked a panicked voice, attempting to change the subject. As disappointing as it was, you didn’t really have a proper stance to be mad at Xavier. The two of you weren’t close enough to know things like this, it had become very evident.
He didn’t seem to believe you, but he moved along as you wished. “They can live without me for a few hours!” Jeremiah stood next to you in line, snatching the extra ticket from your hand. “Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask…” He leaned in closer after looking around. “How are you still attending these events after you found…y’know…the REAL one?” He asked, hushed.
It was hard to explain, but it had always been an interest of yours. The cartoons when you were younger, the new dramas they had out, and the communities you joined to get more information on the real one. He had been an idol for you for too long, and it probably didn’t help that the person behind the mask was someone you had been crushing on for a while. Instead, you shrugged. “Old habits die hard? And come on…the merchandise and pop-ups are so cute!” You pulled out a chibi Lumiere from your purse, shaking it in his face. “I heard there’s Lumiere cosplayers in this event! Do you think they’re any good?” You held onto your plushie near your chest and then suddenly felt a tap on your shoulder.
You turned around to find one of the cosplayers tilting his head down at you. “You tell me.” He had the height, for sure. And his clothes actually looked pretty good quality. Although you knew it was nowhere near the quality Jeremiah had made, what cosplayer would have access to bulletproof material anyways? Although the contacts were a radiant blue, it was a dead give away that they were fake.
The cosplay was good but nowhere near perfect, yet it made you flashback to when Lumiere’s mask fell off. The sight and realization that your longtime idol turned out to be your longtime crush in a mask. It made your face heat up.
Shaking it off, you brought up two thumbs-up. “You’re pretty good!”
The cosplayer’s showy smile dropped and he physically looked like he clicked out of character as he blinked. “Y-you…” He dropped his mask to get a clearer look at you. “You’re the Hunter that pushed me out of the way from the Wanderer last week!” He looked like he was star struck.
Although there have been many who remembered your face during a crisis, you never expected it since it just felt like you were doing your job. It slips your mind that it may come off as lifesaving to them. “Oh! I’m glad you’re okay! I tend to get a little rough during those times…I hope I didn’t hurt you!” You attempted to scan him for injuries, but he was covered head to toe. You ended up just looking at him, your eyebrows knitted together with concern.
He took your hand into his, “I would really love to treat you sometime. Um…” He dropped your hand meekly and then fished out a card from his pant pocket. “Please! I have to lock back in, but please let me thank you properly.” He shoved the card into your hand before looking around and placing his mask back on. “Thank you. Again. I hope you have a fun time.” He said before walking down the line to greet people as Lumiere.
“Wow…” You heard Jeremiah behind you. “Maybe I don’t hang out with Xavier enough, but I feel like I’ve never seen anyone want to thank him this badly.” He grabbed the card from your hand to inspect it. “Hm, are you going to message him?”
You pursed your lips, grabbing the card back from him. “It’d be kinda mean not to, he seems really sweet!”
“I have a feeling he was asking you for more than just lunch…like a date, you know?” Jeremiah nudged you with his shoulder, a smirk plastered on his face.
The thought was eating at you in the back of your mind too and another sigh fell from your mouth. “Well, it’s not like anyone ELSE is asking me out on one, so what’s the harm?” You added his number into your phone and then shoved it back into your pocket. “Anyways! Are you sure you want to stay with me for this? I’m going to force you to try everything with me. And to take pictures of me. I’m much more maintenance than those Menzie hybrid flowers you ordered last week, I’ll have you know.” You teased him, trying to move the subject along.
Jeremiah’s eyes sparkled, “You really read the instructions I leave? And know their names?”
You rolled your eyes at him, “I feel like you have no hope in me, Jere.” You pushed him in front of you as the line moved closer to the cafe doors. “I’ve been meaning to tell you that you should start some sort of plant blog…put your lengthy instructions to use.” As he started rambling about how he had actually already made one, your mind began to space out again. The phone felt heavy in your pocket and you wondered if he was right about the cosplayer wanting to go out on a date.
It would have been a lie if you said you didn’t think he was attractive. It wasn’t clear if it was just because he was dressed as the guy you actually liked, but you knew that he was most likely good looking underneath everything. You had been denying dates left and right with hopes that Xavier would be the one to ask, but since he hadn’t, you weighed the idea of saying yes for once.
Despite the mental and emotional turmoil you were facing, you managed to enjoy the Lumiere event to your heart’s extent. Jeremiah ended up enjoying himself as well, having you take photos of him with the Lumiere merchandise to make fun of Xavier. The two of you tried every item on the limited menu and ended up stuffed. Charlie seemed to have been fully occupied at the front that you couldn’t even say hello to your neighbor. You ended up being extremely thankful that you weren’t alone.
As you were about to head out, the Lumiere cosplayer from earlier gently held your wrist. While he was still in character, he said, “Please let me see you again.” He brought your hand up to his lips, mimicking a kiss to your knuckles.
“Hm, professional.” You remarked, your eyebrows raised with admiration. You were worried at first at the sudden contact, but was pleasantly surprised at the act.
You saw him click back out of character and wink up at you, “It wouldn’t be very smart if I actually did this to anyone and everyone. I hope to hear from you again.” He said, still holding onto your hand for a split moment before slowly letting it go and then turning towards someone else exiting. His eyes lingered onto yours, enough to make you blush slightly.
When you turned back around, you saw Jeremiah holding his phone up as if he was taking a photo. He flipped the phone screen towards you to show the picture he got of the pretend hand-kiss. “This would make a perfect Moments post, right?” He asked before turning it back towards him, typing away.
The two of you started walking down the street. The line into the cafe was still as long as it was earlier. “I already posted one, though?” You opened up your own phone to see colleagues from work already liking it.
“I didn’t! I feel like Xavier would…be entertained by this. You know he still doesn’t get why you like Lumiere so much.” As he said that, your phone already chimed at the notification of you being tagged on a new Moments post. He had already shoved his phone back in his pocket when you looked back up at him. “I’m going back to Philos to get the new shipment. I actually had fun!” Jeremiah waved at you and then walked away. You were going to say your appreciation to him before he was too far, but then he stopped in his tracks and turned back to you. “Don’t be too upset at Xavier…he just doesn’t want you to worry.” He mumbled sheepishly.
Your heart felt heavy, yet you nodded. “I know. Thank you for coming with me.” You smiled at him and waved, letting him go back to his shop.
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Later that night, you were on the couch with a movie playing on the TV that you had already seen multiple times before. The cosplayer’s business card was on your thigh and your phone was in your hand. His contact was already pulled up and all you had to do was send a message.
Yet, you hesitated. It felt wrong. And you just couldn’t figure out why. You were single. All you had was a crush on your friend who was also your upstairs neighbor. You tried to wrap your head around what your relationship really was.
There were a few moments that made you feel that you two weren’t just friends. An exchange of breaths, a hug that lasted too long, and eye contact that seemed to have communicated more than a look. And then there were moments where it felt like those didn’t matter and any meaning you assigned to it was all in your head.
You took a deep breath and started typing, but once you just typed one letter, a call came.
Xavier.
You hesitated for a few rings and then picked up. “Hello?”
The way he said your name sent a shiver up your spine. “Are you home?” He asked.
“Yeah…why?” You replied, nervously, fidgeting with the card on your lap.
“I bought too much food, do you want to come upstairs and eat with me?” His voice sounded on edge, somehow. You wondered if it was because of whatever it was he had to deal with today.
You wanted to decline, but you hadn’t eaten yet and your stomach growled right on time. “Sure, I’ll be right up! Th-thanks!” You replied hanging up, The screen returned to the message page where you were drafting your introduction. You ended up typing a quick greeting and hit send before you lost the will to do anything. The action made you cringe slightly and you slipped the phone into your hoodie pocket.
All you were wearing was the hoodie with nothing underneath and a pair of shorts. You wondered if you should change before heading up, but he had already seen you in your home clothes many times before. You just took a small glance at the mirror and fixed your hair before heading upstairs. Before you could even knock, he already opened up his door. He looked like he just came out of the shower, in a simple black shirt and plaid pajama pants. His hair was still damp.
“Watching me through the peephole?” You snickered, walking into his place.
“You stomp loudly on the stairs, you always sound angry when you come up here. Do you not like coming here?” He mocked a hurt tone and knitted his eyebrows together as he looked at you with a tilted head.
You awkwardly laughed, averting his gaze. You internally cursed yourself for getting easily flustered by him, and responded. “No…I like it.” You mumbled, heading over to his couch.
He closed the door and swiftly grabbed onto your wrist, pulling you into him and forcing you to face him. “Did you have fun today?” His eyes didn’t look at you, instead they examined your hand. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there…Jeremiah said he already told you so…I’m sorry for lying about why.”
You tried to slip your hand out of his grasp, but he held on tighter. His eyebrows twitched, like he was confused at you pulling away. “It’s okay, Xavi. It’s none of my business what you do, anyways.” Your chest felt heavy at the statement. “Thank you for sending Jere, it was actually fun to spend time with him.”
“It’s not that, I just didn’t want to bother you with these things. I thought that if I didn’t tell you…you wouldn’t have to stress about it.” Xavier pulled you even closer, still looking at your hand. “Jere…since when were you two close enough for nicknames?” A bitter laugh escaped his mouth.
“I-is everything okay? What’s wrong with my hand?” One more step towards him and you would have been centimeters away from each other. “And it’s just easier than saying Jeremiah all the time.”
He still looked like he was contemplating something before dropping your hand, “Nothing, let’s eat.” You knew he was hiding something again, but you were too confused and lost in your head to pry.
And just like usual, dinner went by like the few minutes he held your hand didn’t happen. He swiftly moved the conversation along and asked about the things you ate at the bakery. With his mood seemingly on edge, you avoided any mention about the neighbor he didn’t like. You wondered if it would have been okay to ask about what he had to do, but you just ended up biting your tongue, afraid that it would sour his mood even further.
When the two of you finished, he cleaned up and asked if you wanted to stay for a movie. As much as you wanted to avoid any more awkward moments, his eyes looked like he wanted you to stay. You took it as a sign that he had a pretty bad day. So you stayed.
The two of you sat on the couch with a pillow in between the two of you. He brought over a throw blanket for you and you instantly got comfortable onto the couch. You saw his Lumiere mask on the coffee table and grabbed it. “What’s this doing here?” You asked, tracing the designs on the front. It was heavy and well made. You knew there was a lot of thought put into it, and it was nothing close to the replicas you owned.
“I just wanted to clean it, forgot to put it back.” He shrugged, watching you play with it.
The movie was pretty cute and romantic, you found yourself smiling at certain parts. Near the middle of the movie, your phone chimed in between the two of you.
Lumiere Coser: It was really nice seeing you again, I would love to take you out for dinner.
The notification was bright and your privacy settings were turned off so the full message was just laid out on your lock screen for anyone to see. Anyone being Xavier.
“Lumiere…Coser?” There was an edge to his voice that you rarely ever heard with you. “Is this the guy from your picture? You got his number?” His hand flexed beside your phone.
“Picture…? Oh, Jere- uh, Jeremiah’s picture?” You cleared your throat, grabbing your phone to turn it over and move it closer to you. “Yeah, apparently I saved him last week or something. He said he wanted to thank me.” You fidgeted with your thumbs. Something felt wrong. The guilt in your chest resurfaced even though it didn’t make sense why it even existed. You and Xavier weren’t dating.
“Like a date?” Through the corner of your eye, you saw him rake his fingers through his hair.
“I-I don’t think so. I don’t know.” You muttered, your eyes glued to the TV screen. “Why do you care, Xavier? You never tell me anything, why should I-” You stopped yourself, shaking your head. You stood up and tossed the blanket onto the couch. “Look, I’m tired. I should just get going. Thank you for dinner, Xavier. Goodnight.” As you walked in front of him to get to the door, he grabbed your wrist again.
“Do you like him?” He asked, stopping you in your tracks. His grip wasn’t tight by any means, but you couldn’t bring it in yourself to slip out of his hold. When you looked back at him, his face looked like he was trying to figure out the world’s hardest math problem. His eyes were looking nowhere in particular, his eyebrows knitted together, and his lips were pressed together in a line. He turned the TV off with his free hand.
“I just met him. And he was in a costume. He could just be a new friend.” You muttered, confused as to why you were so quick to answer him.
“But I was your ‘new friend’ as well…” Xavier finally looked up at you, his eyes were filled with confusion and something else that you couldn’t decipher.
“It’s not the same thing Xavier.” You sighed.
“How?” Another confused puppy look came your way. “If you two meet, would you meet regularly like we did afterwards? Are you going to get accustomed to his schedule like you did with mine?”
“Xavi- that’s not what this was. I just-” You didn’t know where anything was going and your palm started sweating. You were afraid you were just going to blurt everything out. “Look, I don’t even know him. Maybe I just gave in because he was dres-” You bit your lip, not wanting to continue your sentence. “Because h-he was nice.”
Xavier finally let go of your wrist and used that hand to rake through his hair again, leaning back onto the couch with his legs spread. He let out a bitter laugh. “Do you like Lumiere that much?” He reached beside him to the mask that you discarded on his couch and placed it on his face before standing up. He towered over you, his blue eyes were almost navy as they pierced through the mask. “If I asked you out like this-”
“Xavier.” You said, interrupting him. “You’re not…making any sense, right now. Did something happen today?”
His hand hovered over your face before he gave up and sat back down. “I’ve told you about the Backtrackers, but I didn’t tell you that I had to see another one today because of how Soren was. I knew you would want to miss your event to help me.”
“You don’t care about me missing a Lumiere event, Xavier, you seem like you’d actually prefer if I didn’t go to these things.” You brought your hand up to your head, rubbing your temples as you closed your eyes.
“No, why would I…” He let out an exasperated sigh, desperate to get the words out to you but seemingly lost. “I don’t understand why you like this. It’s a part of me that isn’t exactly me. But it’s still something you like, so yes I would have gone with you. I would line up at the shops for you, and I have an alarm set for when the rare figurines drop.” He sat back up and grabbed both your hands this time, reaching up to take the one on your face. And he pulled you in the space between his legs. He looked up at you, “I just didn’t want you to worry, and it wasn’t that big of a deal…I promise.”
“Then why are you in such a bad mood?” You softly asked, worried. You couldn’t believe every word he said because of what he had kept hidden.
“Do you have to go on that date?” Xavier pleaded with every inch of himself; his eyes, his hands, his breaths. “I thought it was bad enough seeing the picture on Jeremiah’s page. The way he held your hand…” His thumb rubbed the back of your hand, the exact one that the cosplayer held. “I could see in his eyes that he saw what I do everyday.”
Your breath hitched. “What are you talking about…? And it’s not- I don’t even know if it’s a date.” You looked away, your face felt hot.
“If you like Lumiere that much, I’ll give him to you. You just have to like me too.” He brought your hand up to his face, making you look into his eyes again. “Don’t look for him anywhere else, please.”
“Xavier.” You were afraid that if you kept talking, your voice would shake. His confession practically vibrated through you, shaking you to your core. Your doubts melted away, but there was still a dull pain from him hiding everything. “I-I DO like you…I just never said anything because you were so confusing.” You took your hand away from his face and fiddled with your hair.
“How-” He was about to ask before you interrupted him with the answer.
“You suddenly become serious when we’re joking around…You suddenly become polite when we’re having a heart-to-heart conversation…You suddenly become distant when we get close. I just always feel like there’s something between us.” You practically gasped for air as you rambled all of your feelings. “Yes, you’re always there. But at the same time, you’re not. You leave for days and you lie about getting hurt. You don’t let me in. And I want to know everything about you and be with you for anything.” A tear finally fell from your eye, feeling slightly relieved as you spilled your emotions.
“That will change. I can change that. Just let me be the only one you go to. Let me be the only one you keep close to you, the only one you’re accustomed to.” He pushed himself back on the couch and pulled you closer to him, having you fall forward. One of your knees steadied yourself on the space in between his legs, bringing the two of you at the same eye level. Your hand ended up on his shoulder while he still held onto the other one. “I can handle dealing with my past and endless Wanderer attacks, but I can’t handle seeing you with someone else.” Xavier brought up his other hand and wiped the tears from your cheek.
Silence took over the room as you contemplated what to say. Your heart swelled with joy, but there was something so melancholy about his confession that you couldn’t help the bit of sadness still present. There was also some regret of not doing anything earlier, yet there was anger that it took him to get jealous to finally say the words you needed to hear. Instead, you listened to what you felt overall.
Your hand moved from his shoulder up to his face. Your index finger traced the shape of the Lumiere mask, your other fingers grazing his cheek. His breath was labored, and you couldn’t tell whose heartbeat it was that was pounding through the silence. “I like Lumiere because it made my heart flutter seeing him in action. Kind-hearted, cool, and caring.” You saw his face shift from his eyebrows knitting together. You slowly peeled the mask off of him, tossing it to the side before placing your hand back to his face, tracing the curves of his brow bone and cheek bone. “I like you because of all that and more. I liked you even before knowing this secret of yours. I didn’t want Lumiere, but I always wanted yo-” Your confession fell short as he swooped in to kiss you.
The kiss was everything to you. Bruising yet passionate. It communicated a need that you never could have audibly said out loud to explain any better. Both your hands grabbed his face and his hands held you by your waist, pressing you closer to him. He brought his legs together and adjusted you onto his lap so you could straddle him comfortably. Your arms hugged his neck, your hand combing through the back of his head as he pressed you closer to him, deepening the kiss.
You felt a weight leave your shoulders as you felt him against you. Everything started to melt and the only thing left was a more physical need for him. And you could feel him reacting the same way with thin fabrics being the only thing in between you now. You pulled away just enough to catch your breath and say something. “You’re hard…” You muttered against his lips.
He kept kissing you in between his words, breathlessly. “We don’t have to do anything else…I just want to be close to you like this.”
His self-control was admirable, but you knew you couldn’t mirror it. You didn’t know how long it would have been until your nightly fantasies would finally come to life, and now that you were literally on his lap…you weren’t sure how you could wait any longer. “What if I want more?” You asked, gasping.
“I’ll give you everything you want…just tell me.” His hands roamed up and down your bare legs, sending shivers throughout your body. “Use your words, starlight.”
“Touch me…please. Anywhere, everywhere. I want more.” You tested the boundaries and slowly rolled your hips atop of his, relieving the ache in between your legs using the prominent bulge growing in his pants.
He gripped onto your thighs, hissing. “Yeah?” Your foreheads rested against each other, exchanging body heat and breaths. His hands roamed up your thighs, pushing your shorts up. His fingers grazed the skin near your bottom until it surpassed your shorts, dropping the fabric back down to its original state. But his hands kept moving upwards, slipping underneath your hoodie. His breath hitched again and you swore you felt him twitch in his pants. “You had nothing underneath this…this whole time?”
You nodded your head, chewing on your lip. Too excited to feel his touch to speak. The path of his fingers left a searing hot trail as it moved up your skin, you couldn’t help but whimper.
Xavier nuzzled himself under your chin so his mouth could attach to the sensitive skin on your neck. “You sound so pretty…I could play with you like this all night.” He licked a striped up your neck, making you moan. His fingers tracing circles on your back randomly. The wet kisses to your neck made you moan and whimper. You were practically melting through his fingers. “Your entire body is responding to me.” He whispered against you, his breath tickling your collarbone.
You grew impatient and unwrapped yourself from him, pulling back to slip off your hoodie, leaving you half naked on his lap. The cool air kissed your skin, and as if he was jealous of the air itself, his lips were already on you right after. He latched himself onto your breast, his eyes boring into yours with desire and hunger. He rolled your nipple with his tongue and you threw your head back with a whine, tangling your fingers with his hair again. You pushed him closer into you, encouraging him to keep going. Your hips rolled against his again, and even Xavier moaned, his lips vibrating againt your chest.
He continued to kiss and suck at your chest like he had been waiting years to do so. You could already see the marks he was leaving turn darker and darker. His hands kneaded at your skin, exploring every inch of you, you were like putty in his hands. And all you could do was rub up against him to help relieve the pressure of what he wasn’t touching just yet. You felt absolutely worshipped by him. He’d close his eyes sometimes, but for the most part he looked at you, taking in everything there was about you. Praises spewed out of him when his lips weren’t attached to you, spurring you to keep moving. “You’re so pretty…for me…” Marking you each time he said you were his. At one point, his hand gripped at your hips, helping you move against his clothed cock, cursing.
Your hands held tightly at his shoulders, your nails surely leaving half-moon marks underneath his shirt. Lewd noises fell from your mouth; moans, mewls, and whimpers. “You were so mean, Xavi…ngh!” You muttered, gasping as he softly bit the underside of your boob.
“I know…I’ll make it up to you for the rest of my life, my star.” He nuzzled your neck before peppering kisses back up to your face. “Fuck, you’re driving me crazy- aah.” His hips twitched up into you. “You’re soaking us…” Xavier’s lips moved to your ear, biting down at the small bit of skin, making you shiver and whimper. “That man will never experience this…” He muttered through gritted teeth, chuckling. “Poor him, I almost feel bad.” He continued to move your hips against his, the kisses he placed on your face and neck became more and more uncoordinated. “Can you cum for me like this? I don’t want to be alone anymore…do this with me, yeah?” He gasped, resting his forehead against yours, sticky and sweaty, waiting for your answer.
“Y-yes…god, yes please. Ngh…I’m gonna-” You babbled, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt yourself get closer and closer. Every inch of you was on fire, and you were so wet, the movement of the fabric started making noises that burned your ears even more.
His lips were on your again, swallowing every sound coming out of you as you slowly came undone. He laid back on the couch, pulling you down against him, giving him a better angle to thrust up against your core. His grip on your hips were nearly bruising as he guided you against him, feeling him twitch and spill in his own pants as you came on top of him. A string of curses and praises came out of him against your lips. “So good for me…” He only gave you a few moments to recover before he sat back up and suddenly stood up, earning a yelp from you. He walked the two of you to his bedroom, “I’m not done yet, are you?” His voice was deep, almost gravelly.
“N-no…” You mumbled, still out of breath. Excitement pricked at your skin, wondering how far the two of you will go and for how much longer.
You couldn’t see his face but you could hear his smirk through his voice, “Good.” He gently dropped you onto the bed, your legs dangling on the side. He stood in between them, looking down at you. His eyes were half-lidded, his lips bruised. The only light source in the room was the moonlight and citylight from the balcony door, but he had his own glow. Like he was a faint glowstick, he was radiating. You propped yourself up by your elbows to look at him. While holding your eye contact, he slipped his shirt off, tossing it on the floor. Xavier leaned down to you, holding himself up with hands beside you, dipping the bed. A soft kiss onto your lips before he said, “I really want to taste you…will you let me?”
Your answer was immediate, a quick nod as you bit your lip, looking up at him with excitement burning in your eyes. His smile looked devious and it made you shiver with anticipation.
Xavier kissed you again, slowly moving downward. His hands kneaded at your breasts after giving quick pecks to each one. Your breathing got heavier and more labored as he moved downward, as he dragged the tip of his tongue down your abdomen. He got onto his knees at the side of the bed, bringing himself face to face with your core. When you expected him to take off your shorts, you were surprised at him pressing his face onto the damp fabric, making you gasp.
There was something so erotic about him licking you through your shorts, you fell onto your back with a whine. You felt the tip of his tongue press against your throbbing clit, and the friction of your underwear further accentuated the pleasure. You couldn’t tell if it felt wetter because of his own spit or because you were turned on even more. But you wanted to feel everything. “X-Xavier…please…m-more- aahhh! Take it off, please, please.” You begged, but your hips continued to move against him.
He laughed into your shorts. “You seem to be enjoying this though…” You heard him inhale deeply, burning your face with embarrassment. “Isn’t this fun…?” Despite his teasing, he dipped his fingers underneath your shorts. He moved back just enough to pull down the clothing along with your underwear, leaving you fully nude in front of him. “You’re beautiful…” He looked like he started glowing even more, but you couldn’t tell if you started hallucinating from all the ecstasy filling your mind. Xavier moved your legs onto his shoulders, kissing the inner part of your thigh slowly, licking the soft skin that sent electricity up your spine. You were shaking, waiting for him to get back to your core. “You’re getting so impatient…I can feel you trembling.” He chuckled, placing more marks into your thigh.
“W-want to make you feel good too, Xavi…ngh!” You stuttered out, suddenly feeling his lips in between your folds.
His tongue moved up and down your heat slowly at first, and then speeding up as he heard you moan his name. Your hand shot down into his hair, grabbing at it for stability. His other reached out to your free one, entangling his fingers with yours while the other held tightly onto your hip, pushing you impossibly closer to him. “I feel so good, my star.” He said into you, vibrating against your clit, making you arch your back. “I think I can cum just from this, you sound so pretty for me.” He lapped at you, slurping at your juices, it was almost embarrassing, but you were clouded with pleasure. Xavier moaned as he ate you out, it made you so lightheaded, you swore you would pass out. His tongue entered you while his nose nuzzled against your clit, your hips gyrated against him by themselves.
You did everything in your power to not lock your legs together out of fear of suffocating him, but they were shaking uncontrollably on his shoulders. “F-fuck, Xavier, how are you s-so good a- ngh! Aaah…s-so good at this?” Your toes and fingers started feeling hot, you knew you were close. Everything was burning and you thought you were going to explode. “I-I’m…I’m gonna…” You gasped, attempting to push his head off of you.
But Xavier pressed even deeper into you, continuing to move the way he was, just deeper and stronger. With a muffled voice, he said, “Cum for me, starlight.”
And you did. Your back arched off the bed with flexibility you didn’t know you had. Your fingers gripped at his hair, you swore you pulled strands out. And you felt yourself release all over his face, a gush of liquid leaving you. It was an orgasm you didn’t know you were capable of having. His name filled the air. And he didn’t stop moving against you. He swallowed everything coming out of you, licking you clean, pushing you further over the edge. You writhed on the bed, whining as he kept sucking at your sweet spot, before he finally released you.
He was breathless. When you looked at him, he looked like he was beaming. Literally. He stood back up, the tent in his pants was as prominent as ever.
“Please…fuck me…” You gasped out.
Xavier brought up his knuckles to his mouth, a move he did when he was unsure of something. “I don’t have any condoms.” He mumbled, looking away.
“Cum inside me, then.” You said confidently, propping yourself up so you could sit. You pulled him closer to you, until his knees hit the mattress. “Yeah?” You asked, looking up at him.
He took your face in his hands, pushing the hair away from your face. “You’re going to be the death of me, starlight.” He leaned down, giving you the most gentle kiss. Slowly moving his tongue against yours.
Your hands made quick movement of his pants, slipping them down until they fell down to his ankles, along with his boxers. The heat of his cock was radiating near your hands, pulling them in like a magnet. You wrapped your fingers around his length, still sticky and wet from him cumming in his pants earlier. He groaned into the kiss, as his hips twitched into your hand. You couldn’t see him, but as you moved your hand up and down his cock, you felt how big he was. Both your hands could cover his length and it still wasn’t enough, making your breath hitch.
Xavier chuckled, pulling away. “Scared?” He looked down, moving your head with his hand to have you look down also. “Can you take me, starlight?”
He was massive. Thick and long. You thought your toys were big, but this was real, hot, and heavy. And huge. The tip was leaking and glistening, your thumb swiped across it making him fall forward, dropping his head beside yours. He moaned into your ear and you wanted to keep hearing more. “Can I taste you too?”
“N-not today, it’s my turn to be impatient.” He answered, biting his lip. “Let me in, please?”
You couldn’t help but giggle at him losing control. The way he pleaded made you feel hot. It was whiny but you found it so hot. You laid back down, pushing yourself further up the bed, spreading your legs for him. “I want you, Xavier.”
Xavier instantly got in between your legs, kissing his way back up to your face. He felt hot inches away from you, and you can feel the heat and heaviness of his cock near your cunt, subconsciously clenching your walls with excitement. One elbow propped himself up while the other went down into your folds. The pads of his fingers rubbed against your entrance, making you twitch, until he inserted them. He kissed your neck as you moaned. “Shit…you’re so tight…I don’t know how I’m gonna control myself, starlight.” He said through gritted teeth, groaning as he moved his fingers and out of your, spreading them every now and then. His thumb rubbed at your clit as he inserted another finger to stretch you out even more. “Hold on to me. Scratch me, bite me. Make me yours too.” He said into your shoulder, working you further open. As you did what he said, he moved his fingers even faster, feeling him move his cock against your thigh. “Cum on my fingers, and then I’ll fuck you, please? Give me another one, I’ll do what you want after, I promise. I mean it, starlight, I want to feel it again…and again..” He muttered, nipping at your ear again.
There were no more words coming out of your mouth. It was mewls and moans, your throat was getting dry. Every ounce of liquid in you felt like it was coming out from below. As he fingered you open, the lewd wet wounds got louder and louder. Your fingers scratched at his bare shoulders, holding on for dear life. And when you finally came, squeezing against his fingers, he instantly pulled them out.
The loud ‘schluck’ sound would have flustered you but he lined himself up to your entrance, pushing into you in the middle of your orgasm. He took the fingers that were just inside of you and pressed it into your mouth. He inched himself in and out of you, relishing your orgasm around the tip of his cock.
You were so sensitive, and the stretch was taking you over the moon. It was a dull pain that was quickly overridden with pleasure and it built up even more anticipation for more. You wanted to take all of him. Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head as he made you suck yourself off of his fingers. You never thought you’d taste yourself, but the way he had you do so was so sexy, you almost came from him pushing down on your tongue. You moaned against his fingers, hooking your behind him to push him further into you.
“Holy fuck, starlight…you feel so good. You’re so fucking good for me.” He muttered, his eyebrows knitted together. “You’re mine. Only mine. For me to kiss- ngh, ahh. Not Lumiere’s. Not that loser’s…For me.” His hips snapped into you, bottoming out with a loud smack sound. Your back arched off the mattress again, your lips releasing his fingers. He took them out of you, palming your face, like he was memorizing it with his fingertips. “Say it, my star.” He pulled out just a bit before thrusting into you again. Pulling out further and further each time, just to slam into you with more intensity.
“I-I’m yours, Xav- anghh! Y-yours…Xavier!” You managed to say, your throat scratchy and dry. Everything felt too good, and he was watching you enjoy every second of it.
His face screamed pleasure, his eyes half-lidded and amused, watching as you squirmed underneath him. He watched your breasts bounce at each impact of his hips. And he relished the sounds that came out of your mouth and the loud wet slaps of where the two of you were connected. “My good girl…” His thumb caressed your cheek lovingly, as he fucked you like he was still upset from earlier. He traced your eyes and moved your head to look at him at a better angle. “I want you to look at me while you cum on my cock, starlight. Remember my face, the only one that can make you feel this way, okay?”
You bit your lip, nodding. Your jaw went slack as you focused on him moving in and out of you. The head of his cock rubbing at a certain spot in your walls that made you feel like you were about to piss yourself. The ends of your limbs felt like they were electrified, and your lower stomach felt hot.
He moved his hand down to a spot underneath your belly button, and with his thumb, he pressed down. It sent a jolt up your body, and you could feel every inch of you turn taut. “Fuck, you like this? You just got so fucking tight, baby. It’s welcoming me…MUCH more warmly now. Ahng…you’re close, I can feel it.” He pressed down even harder, and his hips moved more aggressively. “Be a good girl and cum.”
You kept eye contact for as long as you could, but the orgasm hit you like a freight truck and you couldn’t help but throw your head back. Your legs shaking throughout your climax, you swore he would have slipped out of you, but he got on his knees and held you by the hips. And he fucked you through your orgasm. You didn’t know what it meant to be fucked silly until that night. The only thing on your mind was him. Like his name was tattooed on every crevice of your brain. He groaned as he felt you clamp down on his cock, and it almost missed your ears as you screamed out with pleasure. You were sure there was going to be a complaint the next day.
When you finally stopped shaking so intently, he moved slower. But he didn’t stop. He lowered your hips back into the bed, caressed your sides. “We’re not done yet…I still have to show you how sorry I really am. You’ll forgive me, won’t you?”
