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Your giggles echo in the hallway in front of Xaviers door as he’s trying his best to unlock his door. He’s carrying you on his back, one of his hands holding onto your things as his other is fumbling with his key.
You’ve bullied him enough about still using a key. His own fault, really.
When you two finally get inside, Xavier walks straight up to his couch and drops you on the soft cushion, aware and gentle.
“Done laughing?” your boyfriend says, flicking your forehead as he starts loosening his tie.
The dinner you two just had was fantastic. You shared a whole bottle of red wine and had hot pot to celebrate another successful mission, so needless to say you were just a little tipsy.
“I’m never done laughing when around you, Xavier.” you say, pronouncing his name with a bit of a french accent before bursting into laughter again. Xavier shakes his head and leaves the tie hanging open, undoing the first few buttons on his shirt.
The sight of it has your laughter dying quickly, though. Xavier rarely wears formal attire, so seeing him in dress pants and a pretty white shirt with a tie has you… feeling things, for sure. He’s so tall, broad shoulders and slender waist. The clothes he’s wearing do nothing but accentuate said assets, and it distracts you from what you initially thought was funny.
Xavier hasn’t yet noticed, though. He’s too busy checking his phone for tomorrow’s weather. Looking like a fucking snack too. The audacity.
Deciding to try and get his attention in different ways than being an annoying drunk, you pull on the string at the back of your dress, loosening the thing and shrugging it off. It falls to your feet with a silent thud, and while you step out of it you decide to just immediately get rid of the rest too. A bra flies somewhere behind the couch while the panties disappear in the dress laying on the floor.
Okay. Now look at me, idiot.
As if he’d heard you say it, Xavier lifts his eyes from his phone, eyes starting at your feet, which are still clad in shiny, beautiful black heels, roaming up to your legs, hips, chest, and ending with a loving gaze on your mischievous eyes. After a while of just watching you, Xavier straightens his posture and lifts an eyebrow.
Oh yes, you’d done it now.
“That’s the game you’re going to play with me tonight?” he asks softly, making his way to the couch while not once taking his eyes off you. He goes to sit down, one arm over the back of the sofa, the other motioning for you to come closer.
Ah, don’t mind if I do.
His shirt is halfway unbuttoned, one leg lazily slung over the other. His legs look even longer like this, clad in black slacks and ankles accentuated by his black, leather formal shoes. His tie hangs around his neck, undone but still very much present. Xavier’s eyes flick down to the floor, and back up to your face. His expression remains stoic, almost unamused, and you’re a little giddy with how fast you get the message before you drop down to your knees in front of him. The thud is loud in Xaviers otherwise quiet apartment, but oh well, at least you’re certain his neighbor below isn’t home.
Since she’s busy with… other things and all that.
The floor is cold against your skin, and you hope it’ll help quell the fire inside of you if even just a little.
Xavier has his eyes on you still, and motions to one of the loose ends of his tie slung around his neck.
“Get this for me.” He orders, gently but strictly. “No hands.”
Ugh, you love when he gets like this. That gentle dominance that has you reeling, has your knees buckling and your stomach turning. Xavier uncrosses his legs, and opens them in invitation. You rise up on your knees and crawl forward, leaning into him while firmly keeping your hands on your back. You shuck off your heels while you’re at it. Making sure you’re comfortable, and all that.
You want to be good, so good so that he can look at you with that familiar pride in his eyes again. That possessiveness that basically screams ‘that’s my girl’.
Your teeth find the end of his tie, hands still unused, and you keep eye contact with him as you lean back again, slowly and sensually pulling the tie along with you. It sounds so loud, the way fabric runs over fabric, and you don’t miss the way Xavier’s eyes flutter when the tie leisurely, accidentally strokes his neck. It touches right below his jaw, and his sharp intake of breath almost has you gasping, but you resist. Instead, you pull back completely, the tie now completely off and clenched between your teeth.
The ball is in his court now.
Xavier, ever the mind reader, leans forward, basically towering over you. You’re still taking up all of the space between his legs, and with the way they are spread you can’t help but stare at his still covered cock. You want it so badly, but Xavier is the one calling the shots now, so he makes sure you still know who’s territory this is. His index finger finds your chin, tilting your face upward to look straight at him.
“Eyes are up here.” he commands softly.
You nod, of course, the tie swinging along with the movement as you do so. Xavier seems pleased, and something inside of you purrs at that particular thought.
He takes the tie from between your teeth, and leans over you even more as he does so. Just by the way he’s moving, alone, you can tell what he’s about to do.
“What do you say when you want me to stop, angel?”
Your breath hitches as black silk covers your eyes, your lashes kissing the soft fabric as Xavier gently ties the knot and kisses the top of your head.
“Uluru.” You whisper, and his chuckle feels amplified by your lack of eyesight. It makes your cunt throb in desperate anticipation.
“Good girl.” he praises, and if you had feathers they’d absolutely be flaring by now. You preen at his words, leaning into the warm hand stroking your cheek. Xavier snickers again, and the sound is so pure, so boy-like you sometimes forget how he can fuck his name out of you whenever he damn well pleases. “Now, don’t be too loud. There will be consequences if you are.”
The touch disappears and you whine at the loss, pressing your thighs together in some pathetic attempt at relief. Xavier hushes you with a finger on your lips, his warm digit sliding down over your chin, your neck, purposefully skipping over your chest before returning on your stomach, descending even more until his warm hand is cupping your wet mound. God, you’re so easy for him. He snaps his fingers and you’re already leaking and ready for him.
He quickly swipes two fingers through your folds, gathering slick. They catch on your clit as he tries to pull his fingers away, making you gasp and grab his wrist out of reflex.
Only when it’s too late, you realize you fucked up.
His sigh sounds more amused than dissapointed, and he retreats his hand completely now. You know better by now and decide to stay quiet, stifling your sounds of disagreement as you can hear Xavier sucking on what are probably his wet fingers. You moan inside your own mouth, keeping your lips firmly pressed together. You move your hands to your back, keeping them there for the sake of being good.
“Behave.” he orders, again with that gentle yet firm tone to it. You obey, because what else are you supposed to do when he has his eyes on you like this? “I thought you’d have learned some manners by now. Seems like I was quite wrong about my lady’s ability to keep her hands to herself, hm?”
As he says it, you can feel pleasant heat near your hands, around your wrists. There’s slight buzzing, white noise from behind you when you realize you can no longer move your hands at all. They’re bound together in pleasant, buzzing binds.
His evol, you realize.
He’s using his evol to keep your hands tied behind your back.
Oh gods of the stars, please take the wheel, for if you would get the slightest form of stimulation right now you’re pretty sure you’d come on the spot.
Xavier clearly notices the way you’re only getting more turned on by this. You’ve talked about using Evol in, well, less appropriate ways before, but up until now none of you both ever got around to actually mentioning it. You can feel the little gust of breath on your face when he chuckles, and it occurs to you that during this entire thing, Xavier hasn’t even gotten up from where he’s sitting on his couch. You’re still very much crouched in between his open legs, you can smell his cologne and musk. It’s messing with your head, making your mind spin while you try and restrain yourself from whining.
The light-evol feels pleasantly warm around your wrists, and the blindfold is keeping you from seeing anything at all, so while you’re distracted you get startled when Xavier gently grabs you by your upper arms to pull you up on shaking legs. He knees said legs apart, and places two big hands on your shoulders as he sits you down, legs spread, on his right thigh. Your cunt comes in contact with the fabric of his dress pants, and just the thought of what you two look like right now makes you blush a whole new shade of red.
Xavier, half-dressed in formal attire, sitting on a couch with his legs spread while you, completely and utterly naked, with his tie covering your eyes and hands tied behind your back, desperately riding his thigh. Oh, fuck.
His breath puffs on your collarbone, and you’re not moving just yet, unsure if he’s given his permission to do so. Xaviers hands are roaming your body, fingers skimming over sensitive nipples, squeezing at your ass in what you assume is an attempt to ground himself.
God, he’s such a powerful being. Nothing strokes your ego like the fact that you can bring this ethereal intergalactic knight to this. Uncomposed, feral, needy.
“Do you want to come?” he asks, sounding almost breathless. “If you want to come you’re going to have to put some work in, darling.”
That being basically the only consent you need, you keen and slowly start rolling your hips. You can’t see it, but are very aware of the copious amount of juices being left behind on Xaviers dress pants. They’ll be absolutely ruined by the end of this, and you know he won’t give a single fuck, that he’d buy ten more if it meant seeing you like this over and over again.
“Shit,” Xavier curses, a rare occasion. “I wish you could see how delicious you look like this. Such a needy girl, so beautiful.”
The praise gets to your head so fast, and Xavier definitely notices with the way you can feel his little chuckle against your neck. You feel his head dip, and as your sensitivity increases because of the grinding, Xavier takes one of your nipples between soft, plush lips.
The moan you let out is guttural, really, and your ministrations halt for a moment as you try to catch your breath. The sweet sensation on your nipple disappears, and instead follows the sting of a swat across your ass. It catches you off guard, you nearly topple over if it weren’t for Xavier being right there. Your voice gives up on you for a second, just able to gasp and pant as he delivers that single slap efficiently and smoothly.
“I told you to be quiet. You’re being awfully disobedient tonight.” he states, saying it so casually as if he’s discussing what to get for dinner. Your head spins.
“Sorry, sir.” you say sweetly, hoping his occasional case of cuteness aggression will make him forgive you, if even a little faster.
“Mhm, that’s alright. Now start moving. I’m thinking of a punishment, so in the meantime I want you to do this for me.”.
Say less. Your hips pick up their pace again, sensitive cunt rubbing over rough fabric, probably leaving behind clear trails of slick, stark against the black of the clothing. The fabric chafes a little, but the way the seam catches on your clit every now and then makes you see stars. You’re clenching your jaw so fucking hard not to make a sound.
Xaviers lips return to your chest, and now you are able to keep yourself from moaning. His moves are unpredictable. You still can’t see a thing, and Xavier is a master at being sneaky. He’s stealthy and quiet, and as hot as it is to see during missions, you are at great disadvantage when it comes to activities such as these.
Xavier treats your nipples with love and urgency, he flicks them with his tongue as he abuses the other with his fingers. You don’t exactly like your chest as is, but Xavier always had his ways of making you feel pretty, feel worshiped. He’ll spend hours fucking you in front of a mirror telling you how pretty you are, how gorgeous you look with him inside of you, how incredibly lucky he is that he gets to be with you like this.
How he loves you so much, how he’d kill for you.
Your hips start losing rhythm as your orgasm approaches, and your teeth grind on top of one another when you hiss. You hope Xavier is aware of your impending orgasm, because you need it so bad you feel like you’re going to die. You’ve been leaking ever since you guys came home, and even before that when he had his eyes on you back at the restaurant.
The way he compared himself to a bunny, you’d dare to argue he was much more of a fox. Sly and subtle, appearing very cute and innocent, but full of mischief.
Thinking back to the jealousy in his eyes earlier tonight, when one of the waiters unashamedly flirted with you while Xavier was right there, you feel like that is the final straw. It’s a guilty pleasure, the way you enjoy Xaviers possessiveness, the way his eyes narrow and the corner of his mouth twitches when he gets jealous. Ready to kill. Your body starts to seize, preparing for a grand release when you feel how your entire being tenses up.
And then it’s gone.
You don’t immediately realize that Xavier removed his leg, and pulled you upright. You can barely stand with the way your legs are shaking, but his thigh is gone and you can practically feel your orgasm melting away.
God you want to whine so bad, you want to sob, but you’re well aware of what he’s doing, and God knows you can only take so much.
“Oh I’m so sorry, angel.” Xavier soothes when he sees a tear escaping from the now damp blindfold. “But it had to be done. Bad girls with bad manners get punished. Okay?".
You nod, sniffling quietly when Xavier kisses the tear away from your cheek. The warmth of his lips has you leaning into it, your boyfriend granting you with a few more kisses on your face as an obvious silent apology. A little treat.
“Good girl. If you keep up being good you’ll get a reward instead. How’s that sound?” he asks gently, and you nod wildly making Xavier let out the smallest of snickers.
“Eager.”
“Mhm”
“You need a break?”
A shake of the head, and a kiss on unsuspecting lips in reply.
“Wonderful. On your knees.”
You feel the gentle pressure on your shoulders before it’s really there, but the order is clear with or without any words. You drop to your knees on the floor again between what you assume are Xavier’s spread legs. He guides your head to rest on his thigh, smelling of you and your earlier activities.
“Would you like to make me feel good?” It’s almost a whisper, softly spoken op top of your head in your messy hair. You don’t verbally reply, just nod your head and Xavier purrs happily. “You’re so lovely. Open up for me, starling.”
The nickname has you reeling, lifting your head and opening your mouth before you straight up hang out your tongue. Despite not being able to see, the intrusion of his cock in your mouth is not unpredicted nor unwelcome. You let out a small moan at the hefty weight on your tongue, but Xavier seemingly lets it slip given he’s a little too enthralled in his own throes of pleasure. You can hear that he’s got his head thrown back, moaning loudly, hissing through his teeth, and biting his fist the way he does when you pleasure him.
Xavier, quiet as he is, can be really fucking loud in the bedroom when he wants to be. A fact you’ve grown accustomed with after making him see stars more times than you can count. Sucking the soul out of his body while you sit on his face, ride him into next week, using nothing but your hand and spit to have him whimpering your name in your neck. He likes being in charge just as much as he likes listening to you, and you absolutely adore how versatile he can be.
Now, too, you can feel just a smidgen of his submissive undertones as he keens when you hollow your cheeks, tongue flicking the underside of the head while you take him further into your throat. His thighs tense, and you clench your hands from where they’re bound together behind you still. Xavier’s hand finds its way into your hair, and you silently praise him for it by sucking just a little harder. With no hands to use this time, you try everything it takes to do as much as you can with your mouth alone, eyes crossing behind the blindfold.
It isn’t long before Xavier’s grip tightens in your hair, just not enough to be considered rough, and fits two fingers of his other hand under your chin to lift your head up. You feel how wet and swollen your lips are, spit running off the corner of your mouth. Xavier’s panting satisfies something deep inside you. The hand in your hair loosens, tracing a path along your temple, your cheek following suit.
He’s pleased with me.
His lips touch yours briefly then, a pleasant surprise given it’s still pitch black before your eyes. He chuckles against your mouth when he feels you jump, before deepening the kiss. When he pulls away not too long after, his whispering voice is right in your ear.
“Come sit on it, angel.”
You almost make a sound, almost, because he has no right being this hot saying stuff like that. You rise to your feet on shaky legs, knees almost buckling from a bunch of teasing alone before you feel Xavier’s hands on your waist, turning you around so your back is facing him. You’re a little disoriented, but get the memo real fast when Xavier slowly, gently lowers your body with one hand left on your waist. With your hands bound, you can’t hold onto anything to keep gravity from toppling you over, but Xaviers grip on your waist is gentle yet strong, and you feel one of his hands disappear while the other one remains firm on your waist.
The moment you bend through your knees, and feel the head of his cock nudging your folds apart, you finally let your unshed tears flow. You’re so fucking turned on, so needy and desperate and horny, you feel like you’re going to die if he doesn’t get inside of you right the fuck now. But he’s taking it so slow, so gentle, and you curse him because he’s been a tease all night, treating you like a brat because you’ve been acting like one. So why is he not being more rough with you right now? Harder? Faster?
“You think I’m going to give you what you want? After acting the way you did, tonight?”
Xaviers voice comes from behind you, breathing against the back of your ear as his cock is still leisurely making its way inside. You dare not make a sound, but do realize that you were probably mumbling given he basically answered your questions.
It dawns upon you that Xavier isn’t being rough with you because he knows very well that’s what you want. And he’s purposefully not giving it to you. This is his punishment
The tears come faster now, and soon you’re fully seated in Xaviers lap, full to the brim as your chest hiccups with silent sobs. His hands are both on your waist again, holding you down, keeping you there. There is nothing you can do but sit there, held down onto Xaviers cock until he says otherwise. God, you love this, you love the way your tears fall to your chest, the way Xavier is kissing your back, the way the tie around your eyes is damp and drool is trickling from the corner of your mouth. You love him so much, he knows exactly what to give and when to give it to you.
“There you go." Xavier hoarsely praises. “Oh stars, there you go. I knew you could do it.”
Xavier kisses the back of your shoulder as you drop your head forward, hanging it low as you try and regain some composure. You’re not sure how long he’s planning on keeping you here, given that he’s hard and throbbing inside of you, teasing your inner walls with promises of incoming ecstasy.
“Learned your lesson, miss?” Xavier asks after a little while, and it makes you lift your head so fast you almost get whiplash. You nod, fervently so, and Xavier chuckles quietly before letting out a breath that sounds like he’s been holding it in for a while.
“Good.”
Famous last words because Xavier starts moving now, thrusting up and inside of you in short, firm moves that had you throwing your head back and almost scream. Thank god it came out as nothing but a mere hiss. You don’t dare move, Xavier hasn’t given you permission to, so he’s just having his way with you as of now. You don’t mind. His sharp breaths and small moans are plenty to keep you entertained along with the sensation of being so full, being pounded at such a lovely angle.
His hands grab onto your bound wrists, and he lifts his hips to thrust into you and pulls you back using the leverage he has on your hands. It’s indescribably hot and attractive, the way he’s always so gentle and affirming but now he’s this dominant, possessive man who needs you so bad he can’t help but do what he wants to do, practically using you.
“Tell me who you belong to.” he orders. It’s not violent or angry, just careful but possessive and it reels you right in.
“You.” you reply immediately, a little too eager. “Just you. Always you, Xavier. Now, now and forever and after that too-”
You’re very aware that Xavier is a mysterious man, and there definitely are reasons why he’s keeping his past hidden from you as of now. But for some reason, whenever you mention your neverending dedication to him, he eats it up like a treat. That, now, is no different.
The evol disappears from around your wrists the moment you say it, you can feel how the pleasant buzz and soft warmth has evaporated along with the heat of Xaviers hands. Those find themselves at your shoulders now, massaging into your shoulder blades while Xavier rests his head on your shoulder and speaks.
“Hands on my knees, angel. Show me what this bunny can do, will you?”
Your hands fly to his knees, leaning on them as you tighten your grip and begin bouncing for dear life. You’re so close, so incredibly close, and you are so desperate for it you’ll do anything to get to that hot, white bliss of release within five more minutes. You remain as quiet as possible, but Xavier puts a stop to that soon enough.
“You’ve been good, did as you were told. Go ahead, you can sing for me now.”
Oh and sweet mother of earth, do you listen to that request. The near-scream you let out is enough to bust someone’s eardrums, and it just makes you ride harder. Xaviers hands are at your outer things now, watching as the supple flesh spills through the openings of his fingers as you bounce on his cock, moaning his name so loudly and beautifully you can feel him twitch from it. One of his hands remains at your thighs, the other sneaks its way over your lower stomach straight to your sensitive clit. Three fingers make desperate gentle circles over your button, while Xaviers breathing hits your ear just right.
"Yes." he rasps. “God, yes, come for me. Come with me, I’ll be here. I’ll catch you.”
Xavier getting talkative when he’s close is usually the thing to push you over that edge of sweet relief, and now is not any different. The moment he touched your clit, the moment he started rambling the way he does when he’s about to come, has you screaming his name in white, blinding pleasure.
“Xavff-!”
Your call of his name gets drawn out in a loud ‘Fuck!’ when your orgasm hits, and Xavier is sure to draw it out. You can feel him moaning against your back, thrusts erratic and short while your depraved senses are making the warmth inside of you all the more obvious. Xavier rides both you and himself through your climaxes, until you’re crying, bucking your hips against his hand in order to get away from both his fingers and his cock now sitting snuggly and wet inside of you. You’re pretty sure you almost broke his pelvis.
Moans and loud voices turn to breathing and panting within the span of minutes, the fact that you still cannot see makes all the rest all the more obvious. The way Xavier sounds right now, the fact the room smells like sex and sweat, the dampness of your blindfold and the puffs of hot breath against your back. Xavier has his arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you upright and in his lap, but it isn’t long before you’re being moved again, Xavier slipping out of you and your back hitting the soft cushions of the couch. By the way the lights are being blocked out, you assume Xaver is looming over you, and that thought gets confirmed the moment you feel the blindfold being pulled off. You close your eyes, thankful for the blocked out light by Xaviers form, but still needing to adjust to the (barely) brightness of the room.
When you blink a couple times, you watch as Xavier stands over you, flushed, tousled, and beautifully ethereal as ever. He’s smiling a little, and his hands are on your face wiping away what you assume are terrible tear streaks mingled with mascara.
“Pretty.” he praises, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You feeling alright?”
He crowds into your space, always a snuggler after scenes like these. You nod nevertheless when Xavier wraps himself around you, and you feel yourself growing drowsy.
“Perfect.”
It takes one slight bit of movement from yourself to notice the wet spot. Ugh.
“Mmm, we need to clean the couch.” you slur, eyes already falling closed, but feeling the desperate need to at least sleep in a bed, tonight.
Xavier yawns, already far more gone than you are.
“There’s always tomorrow.”
“Get your ass up, Xavier.”