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The moment the door closes, lips attach to your neck.
Xavier’s insatiable, he really is. In every bit of his movements, his desire for you shows. Whether it’s a quick look in a Hunter’s meeting or a hand on your waist while grocery shopping, there’s a distinct need that only you can fulfill.
“You looked so hot in training, princess.” After finally moving in with Xavier, he has become even more shameless. If you get home at the same time, he’s pouncing on you as soon as you’re through the shared threshold.
His voice has always been one of those things. You can’t put your finger on it, but his soft tone does nothing except pool heat in your panties. It’s a combination of the things he says and how he says them. Both with dominance and desperation, so ready yet so needy to give you everything you could ever want.
“Mmm, thank you, Xavi.” His hands move around to your stomach, slipping under the hem of your uniform. There’s barely enough room to remove your boots, his fingers dancing across every part of your torso before settling on your hips. “You always look hot in training.”
He rolls his eyes, an amused smirk on his lips as he looks down at you. A sharp stare meets you when you turn around. His chin tilted towards the ceiling in a reverence that you know isn’t insulting. In fact, he knows you have precedence over him. Whatever you say goes, but that doesn’t mean he can’t take the reins in the bedroom.
“You always look hot, too.” Kisses press to your skin, dipping under the collar to nip at the junction between your neck and shoulder. “I just meant today you were extra sexy. ”
The grinding of his hips against your ass tells you all you need to know. But if that isn’t enough, his fingers fumble with the buttons of your vest and shirt, starting from your navel and drifting up all the way until he reaches the last button at the base of your throat. Goosebumps follow his touch, and as he brushes his pinky finger along the side of your neck, you shiver.
“Oh really?” You counter, enjoying the back and forth between you. “I can tell.”
“No teasing, princess.” The gentle tone of his voice shifts almost imperceivably into something with a hint of darkness. “You know what you do to me by just existing .”
Fingers cup your breasts over your bra, providing more support as he plays with the mounds of flesh. When you tilt your head to the side, allowing him more access, he breathes out a good girl before continuing the slow worship of your body.
Your top is slipped down your arms, falling in a heap on the floor between your feet. That doesn’t deter Xavier, though. He kicks it to the side, pressing every inch of him against every inch of you.
“You can’t keep your hands - ah,” he nips at your pulse point, nosing along the shell of your ear as if he were exploring. He knows your body, sometimes - you think - he knows it better than you do. “To yourself.” You finish the sentence, but it’s lost in the air.
Cold buttons press into your back, his gloved hands slipping the straps of your bra off your shoulders before deftly unclasping it.
Before you can react, his arms cradle your back and thighs, picking you up as if you were newlyweds and he was carrying you over the threshold into your new life. As soon as you catch a glimpse of his eyes, your thighs clench. He looks hungry . Xavier is the predator, and you’re his next meal.
Even the brush of his thumb along the side of your knee has electricity flowing through your veins. A gentle touch could do more to you than anything, but paired with his voice? Xavier is the only person to reduce you to nothing but a puddle with just a look, so much as a command.
“I’ve never been able to keep my hands to myself, princess.” He tilts his head up, eyes downcast as he sets you towards the top of the bed. With your bare back resting against the headboard, all you can do is suck in a sharp breath as he takes his time unbuttoning his own uniform. “Not when you’re right here in front of me looking like the most stunning person I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”
The pebbled peaks of your nipples harden even more in the cool air of your shared bedroom. It hasn’t been long since you moved in with him, but even before, you had constantly been visiting each other, and it was basically no different.
His compliment shoots straight to your cunt, arousal squeezing out to soak your already damp panties. He always has a way with words, knowing exactly what to say, when to say it, and how to say it. At the drop of a hat, he’s switching his soft, deep tone to a harsher one that still holds the affection but a little less gentleness.
“It would be much better if I was under you as opposed to in front of you.” You tease, your hand resting on your stomach. The buttons of his outfit quickly come undone, revealing the pale skin to you inch by handsome inch.
With a gentle chuckle, he tilts his head quizically, thumbs pulling the waistband of his pants off of his skin before letting it snap back. “And I would prefer if you asked nicely.”
Pinpricks of electricity follow his eyes, roaming the sight of your exposed chest and covered bottoms. Deft fingers make their use known, popping the button of your Hunter uniform and slipping the fabric down your legs. Even if he wants to move, he’s anchored to the spot, just watching the way you unveil yourself to him.
So many times has he gazed upon the beauty of your form. Each dip and curve is illuminated by the moonlight cascading from the large window in your shared room. It’s a wonder how he’s managed to find you, unwrap you, and indulge in every inch of you. To him, you were the brightest star in the entire galaxy, demanding his attention from anyone else who dared to try.
Rolling your eyes, your legs fall open to show off the visible wet spot in your panties. “Is this enough to convince you?” Your index finger slips under the waistband, moving at a snail’s pace until you’re pushing the fabric to the side to show off the enticing slick cunt that awaits him. “Or perhaps this?”
His tongue darts out to lick along his bottom lip, and if he wasn’t already achingly hard, he would have been bursting from his pants. For a moment, it seems like time stops, but it’s fleeting, breaking only as Xavier hums.
“I think that’s more than enough,” he relents because even though he enjoys teasing you to an extent, he’s also a desperate, desperate man.
His pants drop almost as quickly as he can manage, making quick work of his black boxer briefs as well. Red throbs at his tip, already dripping with precum from hours before. He could get hard at the drop of a hat when it came to you. The way you move, the way you speak, the expressions you make. There are even times when you cry from the pleasure that he feels, blood rushing back down to his cock.
Before you can slip your panties off, he’s gripping onto your wrist. It’s enough to stop your movements but not enough to hurt. “Let me.” His Adam’s apple bobs as he attaches his lips back to your neck. Feeling his kisses along your skin adds to your sensation of him surrounding you.
One kiss to your collarbones, his nose following a path to wrap his lips around one of your nipples. Fingers tweak your already hard nipple of the other breast, lingering just to hear the sharp gasps that fall from your beautiful lips. “Xavi- oh…” Threading your digits through his hair, Xavier uses the other hand to tug at your hips.
Your head falls against the pillow, and instead of sitting up, you’re laid beneath him just as you said moments before. Though you can’t focus on that when his tongue flicks your other nipple, somehow switching between them without you noticing. Cold air stings at your wet breast, your body shivering involuntarily.
“Keep saying my name, pretty girl.” His words vibrate through you, tongue wrapping around the wet nub. As his teeth nip at your skin, you tighten your grip on his hair, holding him closer to you.
Instead of his name, a strangled whimper follows from your lips. Then, you hear it. His own whimper is breathed against your skin, but it’s not in earnest. It’s a whimper of mockery with a whole lot of desire that edges into the peripherals of his vision. A smirk curls at his lips as he continues his path of kisses down your front.
“Feel so good that all you can do is whimper, right?” It’s bordering on a whisper, meant only for you and your racing heart. Every part of your being feels Xavier. “I love hearing those noises.”
His tongue dips into your navel, the warm appendage laving all across your skin as he keeps pressing open-mouth kisses to your hip bones. Then, he licks along the edge of your underwear, dipping beneath the waistband.
“How about,” he skips over where you really want him, sucking on your inner thigh while he kneads the flesh of your waist, “you just keep calling my name?” Nosing along your skin, his movements are torturously slow as he gets closer and closer to your dripping pussy. “I want everyone to know I’m the one making you feel this good.”
His teeth grab onto the hem of your panties, and with blazing eye contact, he begins to pull it down your thighs. Fingers wrap around your ankles, pushing them out of the garment until he’s shaking his head and sending your underwear falling to the ground beside the bed.
When he moves back to where you really want him, he folds your legs up, knees bending and making it so you are spread impossibly wide for him. Your fingers thread through his hair, blinking rapidly as he breaks your gaze to stare at your fluttering hole.
“So messy, hm? Is that all for me?” A beg is disguised as a whine, eyebrows furrowing when you hear him parrot the noise back at you. “I need words, princess.” A puff of air against your slick folds forces you to buck your hips up toward his mouth. “How else am I going to know what to do with you?”
The bite in his deep voice causes pressure to build in your abdomen. Another breath of air and a chuckle escapes his parted lips. Lips that were hovering over your pussy, so close to where you desperately need him.
“Keep those beautiful legs up for me,” Xavier raises an eyebrow, leaning down to peck your hooded clit. As soon as your own muscles hold your legs in the position he wants, he hums. Thumbs find their way to your folds, running along the slick skin and watching the way your hole clenches around nothing. “Good girl.”
The first lick is heaven . His sharp tongue is finally put to good use as it dips into your entrance. With how frantic he buries his face in your pussy, the tip of his nose brushes against your clit. You moan, seeing the curl of his lips just barely over the apex of your thighs.
Xavier is anything but patient. In fact, it’s hard for him to even tease you because any second not spent between your legs is a moment wasted… But he can’t help how stunning you look when you beg or even the way your eyes widen when he speaks just a tiny bit harsher.
Right now, with his lips tickling your pussy while his tongue thrusts in and out of your hole, all he can think about is how good you taste and how he never wants to leave where he is. A part of him wants to close his eyes and eat to his heart’s content, but the intense stare that meets him is irresistible.
“Xav- fucking god … Xavier,” his name is met with a nod of his head, grunts pressing against your pussy as he practically makes out with your slick entrance. Long fingers hold the backs of your thighs, thumbs still making sure you’re spread nice and wide for him. “Oh my-ha - god.”
You’re panting out whimpers of his name mixed with mumbled curses, unable to think about anything except the ferocity with which he licks and sucks at every part of your anatomy. Pleasure builds and builds, abdomen clenching with each breath as he groans and grunts against you. He’s enjoying this, you know he is. Xavier has made it well known how much he loves this, and who were you to deny him the pleasure?
Each utterance of his name is met with his hips grinding against the bed. Precum soaks the sheets at the end, cock pressing between his stomach and the mattress below. It’s nothing like the inviting tightness of your pussy, but even feeling the same warmth dripping down his chin was enough for him.
“Mhm, mmph…” He mumbles something, but he doesn’t want to pull away to speak. He’s too enraptured by the sting of you pulling at his hair, combined with the soft sheets rubbing against his throbbing cock to form words.
“Xavier- Xavi!” With the angle, it’s hard to move your hips to grind against his face. Especially with his hands on the backs of your thighs, keeping you still while he moves his lips up to your clit.
His thumb pulls to reveal the small bud of nerves, tongue flattening across it and grunting at the sharp tug on his roots. Your musk fills the air, settling over him, and you hear him take a deep breath in as if he were about to dive underwater.
Xavier laughs inside his head at the loud scream that lingers into an intake of air when he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks hard . A loud slurping overlaps your scream as he suckles at your most sensitive area.
Your nails scratch at his scalp, head falling back onto the pillow as he winds the coil tighter and tighter within you. Noticing how you can no longer look down at him, he pulls back just enough to suck in a breath and nip at the junction of your thigh and hip. When you whine and look down at him, he meets your eyes with a pout and whine of his own.
“Eyes on me, pretty girl.” His words are stuttered by gulps, his own eyes hazy with pleasure. “I wanna watch you when you come for me.”
With that, he dives back in, his ears blooming red while he enjoys the rush of painful pleasure that settles in his abdomen. The same abdomen flexes with each slow grind of his hips against the bed.
The noises he makes are out of his control. He’s a man starved even though he was just down here the night before. He can never get enough. He will never get enough. Even if it means waking you up with his mouth or fingers, he wants you all the time.
Xavier alternates from sucking at your clit to dipping his tongue deep into your ring of muscles. Everything feels wet , from your arousal to the spit that drips off his tongue. You knew that if you looked, your thighs and ass would be glistening with moisture. It was so dirty but also incredibly hot at the same time.
The coil gets tighter and tighter, eyes lidded and mouth hanging open with each moan of his name. He loves it, listening to your noises of pleasure that only he can give you. And while he’s a possessive man, he also wants everyone to know you’re his just as much as he is yours .
“Xavier- fuck… Xavi- I’m…” You can barely speak, chest heaving with each labored breath that slips from your parted lips.
“Mhm,” he hums, the tip of his tongue tracing the bundle of nerves over and over in quick succession. He was the best toy ever, and he rarely ran out of battery when it came to you.
Stars dance in your vision, brighter than the ones in the sky up above. Your vision hazes over, but you recognize the small balls of light that float around Xavier as he continues to work you through your orgasm.
“Good girl,” he whispers, kissing your labia while avoiding your incredibly sensitive clit. “Such a good girl for me.”
His praises fall on deaf ears, your senses muddled into nothing except his soft lips that worship every part of your pussy. “All mine.” It’s more to himself than it is to you, but as he sits up slightly, he says it again with more conviction. “My beautiful princess.”
His chin and cheeks glisten with your release, pupils so wide that you are sure he’s under the influence of something. That something is your pussy.
Xavier is shameless in the way he licks his lips, long tongue collecting some below his nose before he smiles down at you. “Look so pretty under me.” He’s in a fog, head nearly empty except for the throbbing of his cock and his desperation to fuck you into oblivion.
Hands linger on every part of your body, running up and down your bent legs across your stomach, squeezing each of your breasts before thumbing along the column of your throat. If you really concentrated, you thought you might see his eyes swirling as if he were hypnotized, but he’s giving you a second to catch your breath.
“I love you.” It’s the first words he says as he kisses back up your body. The evidence of your mind-blowing orgasm littering your skin and forcing you to shiver with the cold air conditioning air that breezes across the wet marks. “I love you so much.”
“So good,” kiss , “to me,” he kisses your nipple and then the other, finding your lips quickly. Xavier loves everything about you, but nothing can compare to the way your mouth feels against his. There’s a small break between kisses so he can whisper. “So good.”
His touch is reverent, worshipping every inch of your body before wrapping around your back. Palms flatten against your skin, pulling you until every part of your front is pressed against him. It’s like you’re becoming one, your entire body screaming for him even as your legs weaken and wrap around his waist.
The tip of his cock bobs, catching on your pussy and causing you both to gasp into each other’s mouths. Both of you forget the need coursing through your veins, focusing on the slow mingling of your spit, tasting yourself on his tongue as one of his hands cups your cheek to hold you in place.
“Princess… My love… My heart…” Pulling back, this nose brushes yours, and you see the love and adoration floating in his bright blue eyes. “I need you.”
“I need you too.” It’s all you need to say before he’s sitting back on his knees, eyes following everywhere his fingers caress. Everything you think is an imperfection, Xavier thinks it’s uniquely you.
He’ll spend his entire lifetime making you realize that you are beauty incarnate. No goddess, model, living being on this planet can pale in comparison to what he sees beneath him. But a part of you does realize that in the way he looks at you. There are still bad days, but he’s there to hold you close and whisper all the right things - all the true things - into the crook of your neck.
“Look so beautiful like this, princess.” The soft tapping of his cock against your pussy seems amplified by how wet you are. “So desperate for me… Lying here spread out and ready for my cock.”
Tilting his head, he dips the head of his cock into your entrance, a choked grunt falling at the way you try to suck him deeper. His hands fall to your hips, holding you still as he stares down at you.
“Xavier-”
“I know, princess.” He pushes forward, his cock inching deeper and deeper. “I love it when you beg.” Smirking, he keeps going until the trail of hair leading to the base of his length brushes against your clit.
“Please…” You’re at his mercy, especially when he moves your legs to rest on his shoulders. As soon as he does that, his hands rub up and down your legs. “Just fuck me.”
“With pleasure.”
His thrusts alternate between quick pumps that only pull out halfway to languid grinding of his hips that dig his cock even deeper into your depths. Desire wants him to swallow your moans, lips against yours in a kiss that rivals any other, but his need to hear every last noise you make outweighs that desire.
The curve of his cock sits right against your sensitive spot, and when he holds you up by the small of your back, knowing exactly what to do to have your jaw dropping and chest heaving.
You’re so used to the stretch by now, and with each thrust of his hips, another strangled whimper or moan comes from your lips. It’s impossible to form words, just the starts of his name and other various expletives that just lead to whimpers.
Pleasure fills you to the brim, and even as his thumb finds your clit, it only stokes the flames. Your previous orgasm, not even minutes before, still ebbs and flows, sparks of heat lingering into a sensitive pain that makes you buck your hips up even further.
“There you go.” He pants, pistoning his hips against yours. “Good girl.”
The perfect thickness of his length, paired with how long he was, makes it seem like he was made for you, sending shocks of fire through your veins with every beat of your heart and every press of his tip against your g-spot.
The rhythm of his thrusts match the beat of your whimpers, and Xavier smirks. You sound amazing, his name falling from your tongue like a mantra, and his cock twitched with each clench of your pussy around him. So warm… So tight… And all for him. Like he carved his spot inside you so nothing else would be satisfactory. No amount of toys and - god forbid - no other person would be able to make you feel the way he does.
“Keep-ha fuck- saying my name, p-rincess.” He grunts, teeth clenching as he slows down his hips just to hear the whines and see the haze of desperation that shrouded the color of your eyes.
Strands of blond, sweat-soaked hair stick to his forehead, covering the tight line of his eyebrows as he focuses on not bursting inside you too soon. The intensity in the room rises to unimaginable levels, and his eyes lock onto your expression.
Every small nuance. The scrunch of your eyebrows. The way your mouth parted ever so slightly. Memorizing every part of your body, knowing exactly what to do to pull you closer and closer to the edge.
His lips curl into a smirk, gripping at your hips to anchor you to his cock as you look at him with wide eyes when he keeps his pelvis flush with yours.
"Good girl..." He pants, nose nuzzling against your cheek. It's as if he's an animal, marking you with his scent to ensure no other person tried their luck. "My princess."
"Ah-"
Xavier chuckles, a choked groan following before he changes the pace of his hips. From completely still to a slow drag along the inside of your walls. You can feel every detail of his cock as he leans over you.
His head dips down, nose dragging along your cheek, and listening to the gentle moans. A kiss is pressed to the corner of your mouth, but he doesn’t cover it, wanting to hear each word that passes from between your soft lips.
"Sound so pretty for me," he teases, a soft moan resembling the one you just made coming from his mouth. It's sadistic, the way he prolongs your release just to see you squirm.
"Xavi- please," you cry, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. As soon as you do that, his hand cups your jaw, thumb brushing along your lip, tugging it from the restraint of your teeth.
"No, no." He tuts, his breath fanning across your face as he changes his thrusts again. Quick and precise, just how you like it. "Don't hide those noises."
"Xavi-" He whines just as you did, trying to kiss you for a moment, but neither of you can manage more than exchanging noises between open mouths. It’s just how he likes it: desperate and needy. The teasing tone of his voice doesn’t match how deep yet soft it is, adding to the heightening pleasure. To stimulate your mind is to stimulate your body, and you can’t hold back the way you pulse around his length.
Another breathy laugh comes, and his heavy-lidded eyes darken even further. A whimper rips from the back of his throat, once again mimicking your own as his lips find your cheek quickly. Pulling away just enough to see your expression, he feels the way you clench around him, knowing you’re getting closer and closer.
"Feel me? Right here?” His hand presses down on your lower abdomen, and each thrust causes his tip to poke at his palm. The sensations are overwhelming. Lips part, gasps of breath exchanged as the specks of light get brighter and brighter around the both of you. If you could conjure up light the same way, your bedroom would become a bright star. “Gonna fill you up, nice and full. Right here."
His words wrap around you, and you feel the muscles in your legs flex at him, nearly folding you in half just to get a closer glimpse at the pleasure that passes through your eyes. It’s addicting, and all you can muster is a myriad of noises that mix with the cacophony of squelching and slaps of his balls on your ass.
"Come on, princess." He clicks his tongue, thumb pushing past your lip and onto the pad of your tongue. Sweat mingles with your spit, all accumulating at the back of your throat as you pant like a puppy. He makes sure to give you moments to breathe before pressing down enough to see the light shining in your eyes. "Keep going. I want to hear how good I make you feel."
You know he'll just keep teasing you, but the smirk on his lips and the angle of his hips erase everything from your mind. So you let go, focusing on just his words and his cock.
Loud whines sound out through the room, but they’re muffled by the way he holds down your tongue. Your high is intense, crashing over you and burning everything in its path. It’s so hot, the warmth spreading to the tips of your appendages and filling your body with a beautiful flush of pleasure. Your hips buck against him, feeling the slow grinding of his cock in your walls as you’re reduced to a pliant mess under his touch. The last waves of your climax wring through your body, clit thrumming with the beating of your heart and pussy clenching around your boyfriend’s twitching length.
"Good girl."
He whispers words of praise into your ear, cock throbbing inside you as he comes apart at the seams. Ending up in the throws of pleasure at the same time was Xavier’s favorite thing, knowing that you both feel amazing and it’s because of each other… Priceless.
“Good- ha- good girl.” His head comes away from your neck to look into your eyes, seeing the satisfaction on your face at how full you are, both from his cock and his cum. “Love you, princess… Love you- mmph- so much.”
The atmosphere between you ebbs into comfortable, breaths being shared between lips as he massages the outsides of your thighs. Landing on the bed, your ankles flex. He can’t keep his hands to himself, smoothing out every bit of skin until they finally land on your cheeks.
He’s close enough to kiss you, but he doesn’t. Instead, he speaks, his lips brushing yours with each word he utters. “You’re stunning, my love.” He will never get enough of the smile on your face when he compliments you. “Absolutely perfect.”
“I love you, Xavi.” You breathe, the warmth of his chest and abdomen pressing against yours as his cock begins to soften. Neither of you move to pull out, though. Instead, he turns around until he’s the one lying on the bed, your body molding to the contours of his.
He doesn't want to pull out yet because he knows his seed will drip out of your needy hole, and he wants you to feel full all night. Full of him in every sense of the word. Maybe it’s a bit selfish, but he rewards himself with that when he hears the breathy laugh you let out.
“What’s so funny?” He asks, tracing circles into your naked back as he watches the glittering stars from the bedroom window.
“You can’t ever keep your hands to yourself.” Your hand rests on the side of his torso, and you swear you can hear the beating of his heart through his ribcage. “And it always ends with us like this.”
“Are you complaining?”
“Of course not,” the attempt at shaking your head only presses your cheek further against his chest. “I love it.”
“Good.” He hums, and you can hear the deep timbre of his voice in every inch of your body. “Because I will never keep my hands to myself… Not when I have the most perfect woman laying on top of me at the end of the night.”
His lips find the top of your head, and a wave of contentment washes over the both of you. A smile makes its way onto his face, and he thinks about the stars up above and how nothing will compare to the way your face brightens every time you look at him.
Your face presses into his chest, lips lingering kisses along his bare skin as he rubs every inch of your back. “Do you wanna sleep or take a shower? We need to change these sheets…” As his hands find a particularly tight knot, he massages the spot carefully, listening to the soft moans of pleasure - so reminiscent of just moments ago - fanning out across his skin.
Instead of answering your query, his cock starts to harden again. The languid movement of his hips stirs your mixed release that fills the depths of your pussy, and your chuckle is cut off by a moan when one of his hands cups your breast, bringing it to his mouth.
“I would rather go for another round, princess .”
He’s flipped you back around before you can even respond.