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≡;-꒰ 𝑿𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑬𝑹 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆?

╰┈➤ ❝ xavier x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni

tags : fluff, angst if you squint, crying (reader feels a rush of emotions), implications of reincarnation, references to the heartstring symphony card, this will hit different if you've read his anecdotes and myth stories, porn with feelings (if it wasn't obvious yet), first time, kissing and making out, slight dry humping, softdom!xavier, fingering, nipple play, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, slight cockwarming, soft sex, slight teasing, slight cursing, dirty talk, praise, use of pet name "angel", lmk if i missed any tags!!

sneaky link : pretty much a visual of what Goes On in this fic (for the most part) 🤭

wc : 4.2k+

There's no one else who knows you more than Xavier does, and he would prove it to you as many times as he needed to.

"Mmh..."

A soft sigh fell from your lips, shifting down to a pout as a he pulled away from you. "Why'd you stop?" You almost whined, and Xavier chuckled as he shook his head. In response, he only trailed his lips down your jawline; soft, fluttering, barely-there kisses all over your face if only to soothe you for the time being.

"It's late, you know..." He mumbled against your skin, feeling you shudder under his touch.

"But, Xavier...!"

You could feel the grin fighting its way onto his lips at your little complaints, and he moved back up, level with your eyes. But contrary to the tease in his actions, his eyes remained gentle. Soft, like every fibre of his being, and full of so, so much love and adoration. Feelings, you knew, that were only ever reserved for you.

"You're really not sleepy yet?" He ran his fingers through your hair, watching the way your locks would fall gently from his hands, almost as if soothed by the very sight. The contrast in his actions now compared to the way he'd kissed you moments prior only messed with your head, but as always, you found it hard to resist the almost puppy-like gaze he would give you in times like this.

This time it was you who shook your head, a failed attempt to hide the smile that was threatening to peek through. "Are you? I wanna stay up with you a bit longer."

"Well... You've already stayed awake with me the whole night," he chuckled, placing a kiss on the tip of your nose as he pressed his forehead against yours. There was a hint of playfulness in the twinkle of his eyes, and you huffed—

"But not with you," you protested. "Fighting Wanderers with you hardly counts. And then you'll go off again somewhere in the morning..."

Your voice trailed off, and something in your words made his expression change in the slightest.

"Okay," he said, after a moment. Another kiss on your nose, arm moving back over your waist to pull you close. "But, are you... Having those thoughts again?"

"...No, I just..." His gaze never left yours, but you turned your eyes downwards, instead snuggling into his embrace. The way you couldn't complete your sentence spoke volumes, and it was almost as if you weren't bothering to hide it in the slightest.

"Sometimes, you're not very good at lying."

With a sigh, Xavier shifted to guide your chin upwards as if to get you to look at him. "I'm sorry, angel."

You would never tire of how expressive his eyes were.

The way they would widen, ever so slightly, in an almost pleading manner when he knew you were upset— The way they would dance with yours in a fondness so pure, and so loving. You had always thought he never quite knew how to express himself with you, having never been the type to say so many words at once. But by now, you knew, his eyes communicated far more than you'd have ever needed.

"You always say it won't happen again, Xavier, but... You always leave."

"...I know."

His voice became barely a whisper, and you didn't miss the way his eyes dropped momentarily to your lips.

"...And when you get back, sometimes you're still injured..."

"...I know."

You let out a breath, reaching out this time to brush the hair out of his face. "So... Won't you kiss me more?"

You watched as a smile slowly made its way to his features, and he moved closer, closer, lips just barely ghosting yours as his voice seemed to drop an octave lower. "Will that make it up to you?"

"Maybe. If you do it enough times to make up for your absence."

His gaze flicked from your eyes to your lips, taking in every bit of you as your lips parted for him, expectant and wanting. Then, he took it rightfully as your invitation for a little more, and his lips were back on yours immediately, captured in the most tender of kisses that had you melting in his arms.

Elsewhere, his hand trailed over the curve of your back in a sweet, loving caress that had you leaning into him for more, and the shift of the corners of his mouth made it known to you that he knew. You caught the slightest taste of cherry as he moved his lips against yours, as soft as velvet, perfectly in sync as if he'd always known exactly how they would move in the first place.

There was no one else who knew you better than Xavier did, and this was no exception. Not with the way he was keen on getting you all worked up like this, deep, and slow, and barely giving you the chance to breathe before diving back in.

In seconds, his bright blue eyes had yours enraptured, swirling with barely contained mirth as he sucked at your bottom lip, tongue lapping over the swollen flesh before gently biting down.

And, oh, he drove you insane.

Unrelenting, your whimpers remained swallowed into his movements, and the tease in his eyes became more evident. Soft, quiet smacking noises resounded in the room as the kisses became more passionate, your arms wrapping around his neck, slipping out a moan as he gently pushed his tongue inside to meet yours.

Your legs moved to entangle with his, nearly wrapping around his waist—

And then he stopped.

Panting, he pulled away from you yet again, a delicate thread of saliva connecting your parted lips.

"Xavier..." You whined, leaning forward as if to chase the same feeling.

But he placed a finger to your temple and shook his head. "We... Should stop."

"But—! You can't just—"

"Angel."

His tone was one of warning; one he would barely ever use with you if not to keep you in place.

Were you crossing a line...?

You fell silent within moments, but the indignance in your gaze lingered longer than you should have let it. Your disappointment could not have been more evident, and he sighed, taking your hand and guiding it downwards—

Oh.

"I have my limits, too, you know? Any further than this, and I can't promise I'll still be acting with your best interests in mind." With a small smile, he shifted just a bit closer to place another chaste kiss on the tip of your nose, as if in reconciliation. "Won't you be gentle with me?"

You couldn't understand him.

How he was so kind yet teasing; so considerate yet so infuriating. It sent an instant jolt of warmth down to your very core, and even you were not oblivious to the wetness that had pooled between your thighs.

A test; a dare—you wrapped your legs around him and shifted, brushing against his erection and relishing in the quiet groan that fell from his lips.

Xavier's hand gripped yours tightly, and he shook his head once more. "Angel, please," he whispered. "We should only be doing this when you're ready..."

"...And if I am?"

Another roll of your hips, pressing closer against him, and he dipped his head down, grip on your hand tightening as he tried desperately to exercise what little restraint he had left. His gaze moved upwards, pleading. He wouldn't dare to speak, not when he couldn't trust the noises that would fall from his mouth if he did—

But as always, his eyes would speak volumes.

Your gaze softened, this time being your turn to cup his cheeks into a quick peck. "Can I have you?" You mumbled, quietly, searching his eyes. "Here. Now."

You watched as his breath caught in his throat, recognition passing in his eyes as he realized the weight of your words, and the tenderness in your touch. "Is this what you really want?" He was breathless when he spoke, inching closer to you once more, almost as if in disbelief of your words.

And perhaps you, too, were at a momentary loss for words.

Xavier—sweet, loving, patient Xavier... How he would never force you into doing things you wouldn't want, how he would never failingly wait to hear your consent before daring to breach another boundary. This had always been the furthest you both had gone. Still scared to take the next step, it was always you who would withdraw, never testing the line that was drawn yourself.

But, somehow, now was different.

Be it the desperation you had to keep him by your side, or the want that had bore itself in front of you from all that you had been doing just now—the fact, then, was that you'd never felt more safe, and loved, and cherished, than in his arms.

Tonight, you would let him know that.

So your heart thrummed loudly in your chest... And you nodded.

Shyly, your gaze moved away from him, hands drifting to play with the fabric of his hoodie. "I'm... Not being too greedy tonight, am I? By saying yes?" You mumbled softly. "I just... Why does it feel like this, Xavier? Like I've known you my whole life."

He remained silent as you spoke, only stroking the side of your arm in reassurance.

"All this time, I think... I've only been scared. Of diving in headfirst; of giving you my everything when I feel that there's still so much of you that I don't know, so much of you that you won't... tell me." You looked up, noting the reflection of your figure in his eyes. "And yet, you know me so well. Every little action, every little word... I could trust you with my life by now. And I have no choice but to melt into you like I have this entire time, like all I've ever known is to be... loved by you. Have we met before, Xavier? It feels like... Maybe, in another life, I've had you there with me, too."

His eyes softened, momentarily flashing with an inexplicable yearning that you couldn't quite place. And then he laced his hands with yours, gently shifting your positions to have you lying beneath him. "Yeah," he whispered, "that sounds like something I'd do." Tears sprung at your eyes with his words, and he traced them away, thumb rubbing against your cheek in the most tender of motions. "I would love you in every lifetime. And if you want me to prove it to you, then... Maybe you'll find out that it's me who's the greedy one."

With that, his lips were on your neck, hands roaming your body and relishing your soft gasps against the crown of his head. Lower, lower—in careful, deliberate motions, his fingers worked the buttons of your blouse to have you open and bare for him, teeth grazing the skin of your nape as you tilted your head with a quiet moan.

He let out a slow breath as he took in the sight of you, trailing his hands from your stomach up to your breasts. Your breath hitched as you watched, hands kneading your tits and his own eyes transfixed in the way they would mold into his hands, soft, supple, his.

"Xavier..." A quiet mumble of his name before he leaned in to take your nipple in his mouth, eyes wandering back up to meet yours. He didn't respond, but his lips almost seemed to twitch up into a smile.

The way he looked at you sent waves of pleasure to your core. Soft, innocent Xavier... Now, he held within him unbridled desire, his mouth wrapped around your sensitive nub, pulling and sucking, flicking and swirling his tongue against it before taking it back in. His pupils darkened in a way you've never seen them do before. There was a certain kind of lustful warmth shimmering within their depths, easily replacing that sleepy gaze you were much more used to seeing.

Then there was a soft "mmm" against your skin before he pulled back with a pop, reaching to roll your other nub between the pads of his fingers, allowing a smile to form on his features. A sharp intake of breath was all you could do to keep from melting underneath him.

"You're so pretty like this, angel," he leaned up to nuzzle against your neck, savoring your warmth. His actions eminated only a shred of lingering restraint, replaced instead by a brimming sense of urgency. He rut slowly up between your thighs, eliciting a whimper from your lips that he caught back into his own.

It was familiar; his lips against yours, already swollen from how much you had kissed just moments prior. But there was something in the way he kissed you now that had you shuddering under the weight of his want, an honest and open display of desperation for you, conveyed with each and every kiss.

Slowly, slowly, his hand edged downwards, slipping past the waistband of your shorts to gently palm at your clothed cunt—he sighed at the sound of your moans, leaning back once more as his eyes roamed over your body, nothing less than pleased.

"Beautiful, beautiful," he mumbled, seemingly mostly to himself as he dragged down the only restricting articles of clothing you had left. The cool air hitting the heat of your core made you shiver, and you immediately reached out for him in the face of your sudden exposure.

"Xavier..." You whined, feeling almost like prey under his gaze, gripping tightly onto his hoodie. But he kept you close, arms now on either side of your head as he leaned in, placing soft, fluttering kisses all over your jawline.

"It's alright," he murmured. "I've got you."

His shifted as his fingers ghosted lightly over your knee, slowly sliding up before snaking downwards in a repeated motion, prying you open little by little. Though meant to lull you into comfort, his touch left a trail of heat in its wake, and you whimpered, reaching out to place your hand on his cheek.

"Am I going too fast? Do you want to stop...?"

You were silent for a moment before shaking your head, hand falling back to rest on your side. "N-no, just... Nervous..."

Xavier softened at your honesty. "We'll go slowly. One step at a time. Do you trust me, angel?"

"Always, Xavier."

"Okay. I'll take care of you, warm you up. It'll feel so good, angel, I promise." His voice was low as he nibbled at your ear, shaky breaths hitting in warm exhales that rendered you speechless.

You trusted him; you meant it.

Even as you felt yourself jolt when he snaked his hand ever-so-close to your core; even as he swiped over your slit to gather your slick onto his finger, wet sounds reaching your ears and almost making you want to bury yourself alive. With your eyes locked desperately onto him, you couldn't see what he was doing, but the pleasure that raked through your body at even the slightest of his touches had you reeling—it felt embarrassing, almost, to have unfurled so easily beneath him.

But Xavier only chuckled.

"Good girl," he whispered, and a gasp fell from your lips that made him smile. "So wet for me. So easy for me to just... Slowly..."

You felt an almost alien intrusion into your cunt, long and slender, your mouth falling open in a frozen gasp.

"Feel good, angel?" He was attentive to you, watching your every reaction, making sure he kept his promise well. And when he glided his finger out only to press back in, he got the very answer he needed—a louder moan of his name, your hands immediately gripping the sheets beneath you. His eyes relaxed, the tips of his mouth curling up yet again with satisfaction, and he repeated the same motions: slow, gentle, delighting in the warmth of your walls around his finger.

"One more, angel. I'll need to stretch you out a little. Okay?"

Soft, soothing words against your ear guided you into his rhythm as he slipped in a second digit, fingers pumping in and out of you, curling ever so slightly to brush against a certain spot as if he knew exactly where it was from the start.

"Xavier— Xavier—" His actions drew out soft chants of his name, and he dipped his head down to suck on your neck, the sting from his bruising swirling in tandem with the feeling of his fingers stretching you out so deliciously.

"That's it, angel. What a good girl for me."

His thumb pressed on your clit, circling it a few times before moving back to rub against it, fingers still working inside of you pleasurably. Xavier hummed, mumbles of how wet you were and how tight you clenched around just his fingers—and then when you arched your back as if to ask for more, he pulled away with an incriminating schick that made you flush.

Slowly, he brought his fingers up to his mouth, closing his eyes with a moan as he sucked on them, savoring your taste. Your body burned at the sight, his words once again eliciting a soft whimper. He looked back at you with half-lidded eyes: "Mmh, next time," he murmured, "I'll definitely taste you properly."

Swallowing thickly under his gaze, you barely even processed his words, only allowing him to guide you in sliding down his clothing, a low groan resounding as his cock sprung free. Your eyes betrayed any attempts at staying calm; taking in the sight of him swollen and leaking, from all his attempts at self-control.

"Xavier..." you whispered, voice hushed, reaching out to touch him.

But he stopped you, hand on your wrist.

"No. If you touch me, I... I won't be able to please you..." His mouth turned down into a little pout, the familiar, puppy-like gaze making a momentary return before he gently moved your legs further apart, a hand on his base as he steadied himself above you. "Next time. There'll be plenty of opportunities like this in the future, and I promise you can have your way with me then."

Next time.

The thought of repeating another night of pleasure with him made you shiver with giddy excitement, even as he teased the tip of his cock at your entrance.

"It might hurt a little..." He reached over to stroke the side of your face, concern ridden in his eyes even though the flush of pleasure was evident at the tips of his ears. "So tell me if you need me to stop. Okay?"

Carefully, the head of his cock finally pushed its way in, slowly sheathing itself inside of you.

"Aa-ahh...!"

A broken cry left your lips before you could stop it, clenching immediately around his length, and Xavier gently thumbed at your cheeks.

"Shh, shh, it's okay, it's okay. I've got you."

Soft whispers over your lips as he gradually eased himself in, your walls sucking around him and taking him bit by bit. The sting of it was unimaginable; the burn against your walls foreign enough to bring tears to your eyes. But when he bottomed out inside of you, his entire body pressed against yours—immediately, Xavier was kissing all over your face, drawing soothing shapes into your skin if only to distract you, unable to hide the concern that lingered in his eyes. "Are you okay, angel? Is it bad? You're really tight around me right now..."

All you could do was nod as he kissed your tears away, whimpers falling from your lips as you tried to relax your breathing.

Yet, you could feel, it wasn't quite that it hurt—the pain would fade into numbness, a feeling of being full—but your tears rolled down your cheeks as you looked at him, knowing he was finally, finally, as close as he could be.

"Hey, hey... What's wrong, angel? You're doing so well... You take me so well, angel, why are you crying?" You could hear his concern melting into a twinge of sadness, pressing his forehead against yours and searching your eyes for an answer of his own. "Does it still hurt? I'm sorry... Just a few moments, angel. I promise, I'll make you feel so, so good... Really good, angel, I swear..."

But you shook your head. Sniffling, willing yourself to stop crying, you reached up to put your arms around his neck. "No, Xavier, I'm just... Happy."

His expression changed, eyes widening slightly.

"How else can I say it...? It's always felt like there's no other place I could be safer than with you. And now, I... I have you."

You buried your face into his neck, taking several deep breaths. "I love you. So much. More than you could think, more than you could know. A-and, I'm just—happy. To give myself to you. Like... like this..."

You felt him swallow thickly at your words, his cock twitching inside of you as you felt the brunt of the effects you truly had on him. Gently, he lifted up your head, warmth, and love, and longing in his eyes that immediately swallowed you whole. "I love you, too," he whispered. "I always have. I always will."

Wiping the rest of your tears away with a soft smile, he placed another quick kiss on your lips. "May I?"

And you nodded.

Slowly, you felt his cock slide out of your wetness, the feeling of his length rubbing against your walls having you draw out a shaky breath. And then he thrust all the way back in—again. And again. And again.

Soon, his cock was thrusting in and out of your sopping wet pussy at a soft pace, hips moving against yours as he pressed against you, his lips at your shoulder dropping out soft, hushed moans of your name.

"Fuck," he cursed, shifting to bury his head into your chest as he shuddered, hot breath fanning over the curve of your breasts. "I've wanted this... For so long—"

“X-Xavie— ah—hn—”

You moaned in tandem, feeling completely at his mercy. In all that he was, he was gentle with you—soft, sultry rolls of his hips against yours, your fingers gently laced together as he brought them up to either side of your head, holding you in place enough to steady himself.

And yet, all you could do was melt.

When he raised his head to look at you once more, his hair fell over his face, silvery strands wet and sticky with sweat. You caved under this gaze of his—so vulnerable and exposed, yet the safest you had ever been, here in the warmth radiating off of your bodies as he claimed you. "So good, angel," he breathed, angling perfectly for his tip to brush against the spongy spot on your walls, just as if he had your pussy completely memorized.

In response, breathless pants fell from your lips, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, locking him in place. You could relish the way his moans tangled with yours, his thrusts deep and filling, the slight, rhythmic creaking of your bed a testament to your passionate intimacy.

"Xavier," you whispered, "Xavier, Xavier, Xavier—"

He chuckled, lightly, and then when he kissed you next, releasing your hands in favor of cupping your face, entangling his fingers in your hair—the both of you were far too caught up in each other to bother. The plush fabric of his hoodie pressed warmly against your exposed chest. Tongue met tongue in a sloppy exchange of excess saliva, hushed moans melting between your lips... The squelch of your cunt and the soft pap, pap, pap of his skin against yours filled the room. Like this, you could barely bring yourself to conjure any thoughts that weren't just Xavier, Xavier, Xavier.

"...Tight," he gasped, parting from your lips as his eyes trailed down your body, lingering over where the two of you were connected. There was a white, milky ring around the base of his cock as he watched it disappear, time and time again, into the greedy walls of your pussy. "You're squeezing me... Tighter, and tighter— Fuck—"

You watched as his eyes closed, as if willing to control himself despite his length snugly wrapped into your heat. His breathing molded into sharp huffs, and you clawed at his back in raw pleasure, fisting into the soft clothing, desperate to pull him closer than close—as close as you possibly could be.

"I-I think..." You struggled to find words as you buried your head into his hair, taking in the scent of his sweat, his shampoo, and him.

"Mmh... Close?" Xavier thrust into you deeply, and the whimper you emitted served as enough proof. "It's alright. Cum for me, angel."

His words and the way he held you flush against his body sent you spiraling, vision blanking as you froze, legs in the air, a long, drawn-out moan of his name the last on your lips before all else was reduced to rapid breaths.

Immediately, your pussy clenched tight around him as he continued to pump inside of you, his own soft, rhythmic strokes becoming more erratic, more harsh. The sensitivity had you whining, but before you could dare to speak, he pulled you in and kissed you deeply, moaning loudly into your mouth.

You could feel it—your insides painted white, hot spurts of his cum hitting your walls, movements gradually stilling to a stop.

For a moment, the two of you stayed still, your legs relaxing enough to fall back over his waist, keeping him warm inside of you as you caught your breaths in silence.

You felt soft sighs into your hair as he tucked you under his chin—"...I love you," he murmured.

He nuzzled into your locks.

"And I'm... Sorry. That I disappear a lot. That I go places without telling you. I... don't want to disappoint you, so..."

You shifted, looking at him with a pout. "Please don't promise me something you won't be able to keep..."

"...I know. But I'm saying... I'll do my best. Not to make you worry. And I'll return home safe and sound, and you'll... You'll have me. You'll always have me. Okay, angel?"

A smile played at your lips. "Okay."

"For now, let's... get you cleaned up."

『 Have we met before? Maybe in another time I loved you; maybe you're the one that I would run to, don't know why it's all a blur. I think I know you... 』

⁺₊ / an: happy valentines !!!!!! the basis of this is that if xavier waited for us throughout multiple timelines... then him knowing us like the back of his hand should also apply to this context, no? i think it can't be more obvious than this just how much love i have for xavier... little pookie... he deserves the world...

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[fic] Oral Recitation

Oral Recitation

Love and Deepspace | Xavier (Shen Xinghui) x Main-Character!Reader | Explicit | 4k words | ao3 link

“My lady should help me decide,” he says, partially distracted. A hand descends on your face, sweeping the stray hairs clinging to your temples. His touch is warm, light, like a brush of a cat’s tail. The action carries Xavier’s half-lidded stare. “I’d like to savor you, inch by inch—but I’d also like to rile you up. Which should I choose?”

A direct continuation of Pampertime.

Content tags: Roleplay, Cunnilingus, Creampie, Kissing, Body Worship, Voice Kink, Oral Fixation, Hand & Finger Kink, Dirty Talk -- if you consider Xavier reciting erotic poetry while fucking you from behind and then front while still wearing the bunny ears as dirty talk

A/N: By far the most self-indulgent shit I've ever written. Apologies to Federico Garcia Lorca and Pablo Neruda for co-opting their poems in my horny fic lol. Divider by @/saradika

“Now let me have mine.”

Above you, Xavier tracks the expanse of your bare skin, cold in the evening air. Your clothes and his lay rumpled on the floor, splayed over the neglected props set up by him, your one and only lovely bunny butler. The irises of his eyes jump to different directions, as if indecisive with where to land his molten gaze; the slow and deliberate breaths blanketing your attention.

The room smells of sweat and sex, tangy-salty and slightly sharp under your nose, but Xavier lowers his head a little more and you forget everything else except the careful parting of his lips, still shiny from the kiss and his taste of you.

“My lady should help me decide,” he says, partially distracted. A hand descends on your face, sweeping the stray hairs clinging to your temples. His touch is warm, light, like a brush of a cat’s tail. The action carries Xavier’s half-lidded stare. ��I’d like to savor you, inch by inch—but I’d also like to rile you up. Which should I choose?”

You can picture the two scenarios: Xavier’s lips on your skin, exploring the breadth of your flesh until that ache in your belly overflows and you beg him for release. The other: Xavier, overwhelming you with his weight and heat—pushing into you at angles that would make you scream and disrupt the neighbors’ peace. If you have to be honest, either option sounds tantalizing; you know how Xavier gets intense and competitive at things he deems valuable.

“That’s a tough choice.” A corner of your lips quirk up when one of his fingers glides past. “Can’t it be both? Oh well, you should just follow your heart.”

He echoes your words. “Follow my heart, huh …” Silence stretches as he considers your response. His brows dip, he bites his lip in thought, no doubt simulating them within his mind. Bracketed by his legs, your thighs rub themselves together.

That snags his focus. He is startled into looking down, and then back up. The bunny ears flop on his head. That and the necktie ribbon are still on his person; you’re not sure if he deliberately left them on or if he’s just forgotten them.

The expectant way he returns to you gives the impression that he’s made a decision.

“I’ve got an idea,” he says. He repositions himself so he’s lowered further, his body heat mingling with yours, his arms braced on the sides of your head.

Xavier’s face is mere centimeters away from yours. Nose to nose, lips to lips—just a small movement from either of you can bridge the space between. He’s waiting for your reaction, his quietened breaths noticeable from this proximity, hot and heavy on your rapidly heating skin. When you lift your eyes to gauge his expression, his own gaze—blue, blue, blue in this closeness—meets yours. Dilated pupils, burning with anticipation, the relish of a predator about to pounce on a prey.

He blinks, and control returns.

“Since I’m still thinking of my lady’s sake, I should choose the option that would bring you the best experience.”

You don’t know where this is going. “Okay?”

Those eyes gain a mischievous edge; narrowed into slits brought forth by a smile.

“Just stay like this, my lady. You don’t have to do anything. I’ll take care of you.” He plants a kiss on the tip of your nose. “This bunny butler will do his utmost to make you feel good.”

After that declaration, Xavier kisses you. He presses onto you for a second or two before prying your mouth open with his tongue. A soft sigh flows between your locked lips, and his tongue follows.

A knee pries your thighs open and settles there. His thigh is a firm muscled weight against your mound, but it doesn’t move, doesn’t rouse you. It’s just there—a solid reminder, a future promise.

The kiss lasts a while. All you can hear at this moment are the wet sounds of your mouths and your tongues interlocking and intertwining. When you take a peek, you find his eyes open, shard-thin and unfocused. Your left hand seeks the back of his head, tangles through his hair, and tugs.

His cock nestled between him and your belly jumps, and you can feel it harden again. Xavier moans.

When you finally separate—a string of saliva still connecting you—Xavier makes a show of dragging his tongue over his lower lip, end to end, then his upper lip, provocative and sensual.

Your thigh reflexively presses against his in response.

“I can finally touch you however I want,” he murmurs, a low rumble on his chest that you can feel. His mouth relocates to your forehead, and Xavier begins his conquest. “I’m going to make the most of it.”

The pillow-soft pressure on your forehead continues to trail down: your brows, the corners of your eyes, your eyelids, the bridge of your nose. Then to the bones of your cheek until he lands on the tragus of your ear. It’s there that Xavier pauses, and just lets himself stay, breathing in and out. Because he’s too close, the air tickles you. You squirm away, but you’re held down by his weight and his puppy dog eyes.

You’re always weak for those eyes.

Then: something hot, something slick, glides across the helix of your ear. A jerky sound loosens from your throat. Then it is followed by the nibbling of your antihelix.

Xavier’s playing with your ear. He sucks at the lobe, licks the conch, wets your ear like he’s claiming it for his own. And you’re just laying there, fighting the ticklish feeling that dances down your neck, echoes on your hips, the side of your thighs, as if an invisible finger charts a line teasingly just underneath the outer layer of skin.

As he showers loving attention on your ear, one of his hands wanders down, cups your breast. Squeezes. Your back arches, your legs shift. His thigh remains between you. He makes kneading motions on your breast, rubs his thumb over your nipple. Pinches.

The combination of sensations eventually becomes too much, and you find yourself grinding against his thigh. Xavier has positioned himself in such a convenient manner—who are you to let the opportunity slip?

A low chuckle penetrates the fog of pleasure, and Xavier finally frees your ear. He evaluates your state, a halfway grin on his lips. The hand on your breast is gone as well, but it turns out that he’s only switching sides. Hovering at your other ear, Xavier blows a light puff of air.

To your mortification, you whimper.

Laughter, this time.

“Does that tickle, my lady?” He blows air again, and you smack him on his bicep. He laughs again. “I’ll remember this in the future.”

And before you can scold him, he resumes his work.

Night has truly come, the slits of light between the window blinds faded into a dull glow of city lights. It affords the new, temporary setup of the room a more intimate feel, despite the elements of silliness brought by the stacks of gift-wrapped boxes scattered all over the place. Beyond the apartment building, the faint roar of vehicles and the murmurs of people still outside. But inside here, confined in the dim, yellow-warm burn of the desklamp, the only noise one can hear is your shallow breaths, alit by Xavier’s hot press of mouth on your feverish skin.

He starts on the patch behind your earlobe. Inhales. Sighs. Then meanders down your neck. The hand on your breast slides upward, careful fingers pressing on the length of your column as if playing a lullaby on a piano. He sucks a red bruise on the junction between neck and shoulder, then soothes it with tongue. It’s not the act itself that sends a shiver down your spine—it’s the sounds that he makes during it, low and husky that originate from inside his ribcage and reverberates outward. If there’s a sound you love, it’s Xavier’s voice.

And this voice vibrates your skin when he asks you, “Does this feel good, Master?”

“You’re really good at this, Xavier.”

“That’s because I want to be good for my master.”

He then moves on to your shoulder. Nipping at the blade; followed by a flutter of kisses down your upper arm. Teeth graze at the soft flesh of your inner arm, after which he tests a firm bite. Your arm flings away and hits the pillows at your side.

“Sorry, sorry,” he says, exhaling a laugh. An apologetic press of lips lands on the bitten spot, soothing and tender. Then Xavier proceeds further down to your forearms, your wrist, and, finally, your hand.

He brings it up close to his face, studies it intently, turning it here and there. Counts the freckles on the skin. Traces the lines on its palm. The curiosity is almost childlike, almost as though he’s committing the details to indelible memory, with how his eyes glint severely in their scrutiny. Once he’s satisfied, he places a reverent kiss at the center of your palm, eyes closed, brows smoothened flat as if he’s savoring the moment and the feeling. Like he has partaken in something divine.

When he opens his eyes, Xavier’s gaze is trained directly at yours. And slowly, deliberately, he parts his lips and slides one of your fingers in.

The lips close around it, and inside his mouth, his tongue plays with your finger, sliding and licking and coating it with his saliva.

It’s hot—what he’s doing. It’s propounded by his choice to hold your gaze as he feasts on your finger, his thumb rubbing circles on your palm. Your belly aches with something heavy, and you feel a swelling between your bodies.

One finger is not enough—he takes another one, doubles his efforts. A streak of drool trickles down his chin, but he doesn’t care.

A third finger—lather, rinse, repeat.

The focus prolongs, stretches into a silken glaze, accented by his breathy moans. He’s enjoying what he’s doing, you realize, and you have an inkling that he’d be fine with just doing this for the rest of the night.

“Does my lady want more?” he murmurs around three fingers, the words sounding garbled as a result. The idea of pressing his tongue down strikes you, and you give in to the urge. Xavier groans, and takes it as an affirmative. He frees your hand and moves on to new lands.

One kiss right below the indent of your collarbone. Then a trail of it down your sternum before he climbs the swell of your left breast. He stops just where the areola is to catch your gaze. The promise scorched in his hooded eyes steals your breath, and he makes use of his talented tongue before enclosing his lips around your nipple.

The first contact is wet-sharp, strong, catapulting your back off the mattress.

“X-Xavier!” you cry, but he lays an arm across your torso to prevent you from jumping like that again.

A moment later, that arm repositions itself so it can give your other breast attention.

A minute passes and Xavier employs his teeth, graduates from sucking and licking and is now playfully biting your nipple, tugging at it like a toy; rewards you with a soothing kiss when you can’t swallow down your moans.

“Xavier—!” you sob when he does something expertly through the combination of teeth and tongue, followed by the waterfall touch of his fingers.

“I can’t help it, my lady.” His tone is very unapologetic. “They’re so pert, I must give them my mercy.”

“Mercy? More like the opposi—oh.”

Your right leg folds, tangling with his; calf nudging his ass so you can rub against his thigh more firmly. This also affects his now-fully erect member, which pulses every time you slide your thigh against his.

“My lady is so cruel,” Xavier declares, putting a fraction of distance. He glances at his cock and sighs, as if he doesn’t want it to be completely hard yet. “Don’t you want me to take my time pleasuring you? Are you not enjoying this as much as I do?”

But then he pauses, re-taking stock of your current state. A pleased grin emerges from his wicked mouth.

“My lady,” he marvels, “you’re flushed. Your breathing’s labored—and I haven’t even made it halfway through. What more when I finally bring my lips down there again—this time with my fingers?”

You whimper at his words. Xavier has this way, sometimes, with words that make you stop whatever you’re doing and look at him under a different light. All the times you’ve had to recalibrate your assessment of him—it’s not the first time the idea of his treating this like a challenge occurred to you. What a menace of a man, truly.

It’s when he’s detached himself from you, crawling backwards as a string of kisses tumble down your side, his attentive fingers over the other—followed by the brush of bunny ears tickling your skin—that he begins.

“To find a kiss of yours / what would I give,” Xavier recites against your skin. He kisses the area below your navel, and continues: “A kiss that strayed from your lips / dead to love.”

You could have come right then and there. You’re no stranger to Xavier’s tendency to recite poetry—be it yours (mortifying) or others’ (attractive). This is one good use of his eidetic memory and his love of literature. Occasionally you’ve bullied him into orating T.S. Eliot when you couldn’t fall asleep. He has the best voice, after all.

The way he looks at you right now—he knows. He knows your weakness and he’s exploiting it to the fullest.

He goes on: “To gaze at your dark eyes”—a kiss at the line of your pubes—“what would I give / Dawns of rainbow garnet”—another kiss each at the beginning of both your thighs—“fanning open before God—”

He slips his hands around your thighs and spreads them, his head situating in between. Then he closes his eyes and draws invisible geometries across the skin with his lips.

The arch of your back is a prominent curve, and your cunt aches. You can feel the reverb of his voice through your flesh, his hot breaths that grow shallower and shallower by the second.

His gaze is a blade that cuts you when he says, “And to kiss your pure thighs”—loudly sucks on a particular soft patch of your inner thigh—“what would I give.”

He continues like this, scattering love bites and bruises down your legs: the entirety of your thighs, the back of your knees, your calves. He sits up when he reaches your feet, raises one, and plants a lingering kiss on your instep.

Another set of kisses on the tips of your toes, punctuated by a light tug with his teeth. He does the same with the other foot, and then makes his way back up until his mouth hovers at your mons. The puffs of his breath causes you to squirm, but Xavier spreads a palm across your stomach, rendering you rooted to the spot.

He lets you glimpse his smile and his “Raw rose crystal / sediment of the sun,” before he descends.

It’s no less intense than the first one he gave earlier. The position affords you a new set of degrees of pleasure, and Xavier’s competent and competitive enough to untangle from you another host of reactions and sounds.

“Ngh—oh, Xavier—” One of your hands smacks the forearm atop your belly and clamps it like a vise. Xavier ignores it, and does something with his tongue that jolts you into yelping.

“That’s a nice sound, my lady,” Xavier comments to himself, “I want to hear it again.”

Your other hand bunches up the blanket with your straining fist, and when Xavier’s tongue flattens over the hard nub of your clit and drags it upward, then wrapping his lips around it to suck intently, that hand yanks the blanket towards you out of startled reflex.

“Another nice reaction.” His voice reeks of smugness, and you slap his now-bruised forearm again.

Your clit throbs, heavy and utterly aching, and you know it will only take a couple more of Xavier’s provocations before you burst. He took so much sweet time mapping every inch of your body that the pleasure from it had built and built until you’re an edifice teetering on collapse.

So you begin to say, “Xavier, I’m—”

But you don’t finish, because Xavier slides a finger inside you and crooks it, at the same time giving your clit one particularly long and enthusiastic suck.

The flood-rush of pleasure mutes your senses. Distantly you’re aware that you’re thrashing from the climax, screaming his name, Xavier drinking the streams gushing out of you. And when you come to, he’s still slurping what remains dripping between your thighs.

“Xavier?” A rasp, as if you’ve been parched for days.

“My lady.”

“I want to kiss you.”

“Of course.”

His mouth tastes of yourself—a little salty, a little tangy, but with an underlying layer of sweetness—when you entwine. His hands roam over you until you feel them settle on your waist. And then they nudge you.

“I don’t think I can wait any longer,” he tells the corner of your lips. “May I?”

“Yes—yes.”

You follow his lead, turning around so you’re laying on your stomach. The pillows cushion your arms above your head, wrists gripped by one of his hands, the other on your hip. He aligns the length of his body over yours. You can hear his stuttering breaths just above you, harsh and fraying, and you help him position himself by adjusting your hips and opening your legs wider.

His mouth is right by your ear once again, and he seemingly waits for something—inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale—before the drenched sound of his mouth opening and the words flow out:

“Full woman, fleshly apple, hot moon—”

His cock enters you.

Oh, this is not fair. This is so not fair. What right does he have to do this to you. The scratch of his voice, uneven from pleasure, heating your body even further as he slowly pushes himself inside you, inch by inch by inch.

You can feel his girth open you up inside. Despite being the second time that his cock has penetrated you tonight, everything feels new, and the electricity that crackles through your nerves sparks a different kind of thrill—one that has you burying your face into the blanket and moaning open-mouthed into it.

Xavier disapproves your reaction, because he follows you down and shoves his face against the side of your head and presses on with his attack:

“—what obscure brilliance opens—ah, you’re tight—between your columns?”

A low growl immediately climbs up his throat.

“What ancient night—ngh—does a man touch with his senses?”

He’s sheathed completely, and from this position—his body curved over your prone form—his cock reaches something inside that makes you push yourself up at him.

You can’t see his face, but from his tightrope voice you can surmise that he, too, is driven crazy by this surge of stimulation.

He retreats slowly, until the tip of his cock remains, and then slams himself back inside.

“Loving is a journey with water and with stars,” he resumes the poetry as he pounds into you with a force absent from your earlier exploit. His mouth is directly right by your ear, so you can count the hitches of his breath every time he thrusts. He pants like he’s overwhelmed, the broken snatches of his voice heightening your already-peaking arousal.

If you could bottle Xavier’s voice, then this moment is the perfect sample that you’d capture.

“—loving is a clash of lightning-bolts / and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey.”

He jerks your hip up and a new angle unfastens, introduces another flavor of thrill that has you throwing your head back, jaw loose and mouth agape.

Xavier seizes that opportunity to latch onto your neck and suck an additional bruise on top of the others.

Against the underside of your jaw, he carries on, “Kiss by kiss I move across your small infinity”—a kiss, a sigh, a thrust—“your borders, your rivers, your tiny villages—”

The momentum breaks, the rhythm of his breaths stutters into irregularity. Xavier grunts, and he slides out of you. It takes seconds before you realize that he’s off you completely, but before you can even protest, you’re flipped over, and your hips leave the mattress. Xavier folds you in half, your legs slung over his shoulders, and slams back down with a groan so wanton that it has you coming on the spot.

“W-Wait, Master—”

It’s admirable how he still soldiers on with the poetry. Sweat cascades his body, drops onto and mingling with yours. His face down to his chest burn red from the exertion and stimulation, his eyes on the edge of being lost in the mist of pleasure.

But still he soldiers on.

“—and the genital fire transformed into delight—”

Amidst the haze of your orgasm and the acute sensitivity brought by overstimulation, you lift a trembling hand to his lips, tracing them as he recites the rest of the poem.

“—the n-narrow pathways of the blood / until it p-plunges down—”

His pace quickens, intensifies—

“—like a d-dark carnation—haa, haa—until it is—”

His expression cracks and crumbles—

“—and is n-no more than a—”

His grip on you quakes, quivers, falters—

“—than a—than a—”

He swallows, and sneaks a kiss on one of your fingers—

“—than a—ah, fuck, Master, I’m coming—”

He fails to end the poem, because the next thrust has him doubling over, coming relentlessly inside you, hot and thick just like his staccato moans.

His hips are still moving, but they gradually slow to a stop. One deep breath later, Xavier extricates himself from you and gently sets you down, caressing the length of your body, a soothing gesture.

You watch him as he’s still sat next to you, the expression on his face scrunched up inexplicably. You have half a mind to ask about it, but he answers already right before you speak.

“—than a flash in the night.” He sighs. “I couldn’t finish the poem.”

You blink. And blink. And blink some more. Laughter bubbles up inside you and bursts. Xavier starts, owlish surprise crossing over his face.

“Better luck next time?” you offer.

He shakes his head, smiling. There’s a rustle of fabric, and the soft press of foot on the floor.

“Let me clean you up, my lady,” he says, retrieving the discarded clothes and setting them aside. His sustained use of honorifics registers in your mind, but you don’t mention it. “I’ll get some towels.”

Your eyes follow his moving form, but something about Xavier makes you pause. You can’t help it—you get up.

“Oh!”

Xavier stops. Turns to look at you, curious. “Hm?”

You point somewhere above him. “I guess I was too occupied to notice that you still have them on.”

“What are you talking abou—” His eyes widen when he feels the bunny ears still attached to his head. “I didn’t…?”

“Your necktie too.”

Another hand flies to the makeshift ribbon tied around his neck.

“Ah …”

Red blooms across his cheeks. It’s honestly cute how he’s embarrassed by that, of all things. Not from what you just did, no—but from this. You want to kiss him for it.

“Well, if it makes you feel better, you look good in them.”

A sigh, and the bunny ears and the necktie come off. Xavier leaves the room and returns a moment later with a washcloth. When he climbs back on the bed, he catches your sleepy gaze and promises:

“I’ll let you rest for a bit, Master, but don’t think we’re done yet.” He gets closer to you, to your ear. “I am not finished serving you.”

#love and deepspace fic #xavier

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nerujikam · 2 months

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#relate so hard on that tag #blue eye samurai #mizu #fanart

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nerujikam · 2 months

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Under the Wisteria - Xavier

#love and deepspace #xavier

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nerujikam · 2 months

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my big sis with 1% basic knowledge about games, seeing me open LnD with Xavier on the screen : Final Fantasy have a mobile dating game???

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace xavier #xavier #shen xinghui

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[Spoilers for Xavier's 3rd Anecdote]

Me when realizing that Xavier's obsession with stars isn't particularly a him thing, it's a YOU [MC] thing.

It was YOUR thing.

He loves them because you loved them first, at a point where he could care less about them. But being with you in your first life, when you turned his world upside down, and having it end as tragically as it did, knowing that in your last moments all you wanted to do was see the stars with him one last time.

It's not about the stars, it's about you.

And it's become so engrained in his persona now.

Meanwhile, even in your future lives you still somehow think of him as your star.

In this essay I will-

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nerujikam · 3 months

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QUICK SKETCH GWHHWH finally college break and finished with my merch stuff i can finally sketch them again

y’all know the reference tehehehe

#neruart #mizu x oc #mizu x you #mizu x reader #mizu fanart #blue eye samurai oc #blue eye samurai #a 22 year old typing tehehehe #oh silly silly me

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nerujikam · 3 months

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I thought he'd enjoy reading a book on my chair in my room lol

#baby all cozed up and eepy🥺#xavier #love and deepspace #shen xinghui

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𓂃₊ ⊹ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 & 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 : 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞.

⟡ ꒰ 𝐳𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 ꒱ ⨾ after a long day at work, snuggling into your side and dozing off is the perfect conclusion to his day. he likes to press his face into the valley between your breasts—a completely innocent gesture, akin to a newborn babe nestling into its mother’s embrace. he likes to listen to your heartbeat, letting its rhythmic thump lull him off to sleep. you hold him close and massage his scalp tenderly, letting him relax and slumber peacefully, your cheek resting against the top of his head. you both fall asleep together like this often, tangled together, zayne finally catching up on the sleep he’s been needing for a long time.

⭒ ꒰ 𝐱𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫 ꒱ ⨾ he sleeps like a baby, softly snoring into the crook of your neck, strong arms wrapped around your middle, clutching you close tightly. sometimes he’s practically sprawled on top of you, his crushing weight almost too much, but his warmth and how comfy he feels around you more than makes up for it. xavier's bed head is adorable when he blearily emerges from your nape, blue eyes hooded and fogged with sleep. and he most certainly is not a morning person—he usually flops right back down onto you, chests pressed together, dozing back off. it takes a couple of slaps to his chest and arms to thoroughly wake him up and get ready for the day. it doesn’t help that it’s like holding a massive teddy bear when in his arms, comfortable and safe.

⊹ ꒰ 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥 ꒱ ⨾ this menace of a man adores spooning you—it’s his favourite sleeping position ever. once you both hop into bed, he draws you in and presses you snug against his torso, arms enfolded around your middle, face pressed into your nape from behind. sometimes—well, usually—rafayel likes to annoy you by nibbling on the skin of your nape and pressing soft kisses there, his intentions clear, and you smack him sharply, telling him sternly—yet not without affection—that you’ll move if he doesn’t settle down. either way, he wraps himself around you and clings to you securely, sleeping soundly through the night. to say he can’t get enough of you would be a sore understatement.

this is really fucking cringe. I am SO sorry for this 💔

#ma'am its cringe but iTS FREE #WE'RE ALL CRINGE AND FREE #love and deepspace #lnd x reader

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I need to get this out of my brain asap I'm so ill for Mizu help o(-(

#OHH #mizu #fanart

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shades of blue

🔞🔞**CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP 21+**🔞🔞

★ pairing: Shen Xinghui | Xavier & f!reader ★ word count: 1.6K

★ cw/tw: forehead touch, gentle kissing, teasing

"The hottest fires burn blue, and his eyes are no exception."

This fic is also located on my AO3. Feel free to like and kudos ♡

All comments and likes are greatly appreciated, but please be respectful!! ♡

For all his battle experience, Xavier was almost too easily dominated by his partner. You knew he was stronger than you, but he let you get him on his back when you were wrestling on his bed. Your soft giggles and his sharp breaths fill the room's silence around you. A triumphant grin spread across your face as you pinned his hands down on either side of his head and sat on top of him, straddling his waist. The soft satin material of his pillow cover brushed over your fingers when you wrapped them around his wrists.

Since the sun had set long ago, the only source of light right now was the warm glow from the lamp on his nightstand. It mesmerized you how such a subtle glow could cast a shadow over the left side of his face yet somehow made the gentle blue of his eyes stand out and pull you toward him. Your smile became gentler when you leaned down closer.

“You got me.”

Always so softspoken when he spoke, his warm breath fanned over your face and sent a shiver down your spine. Your lips parted a bit as if you were going to say something, though you never did. Instead, you rested your left hand over the center of his chest to feel the dull thudding of his heart under your palm. Silently counting the stuttering beats while the wall clock ticked on in the background somewhere.

A soft pink blush crept up either side of his neck, weaved its path to tint his cheeks, and still crept further upward until it reached the tips of his ears. The hand on his chest lifted only a centimeter above his body and traced the trail of color as it crept up his neck until it covered his cheeks and shifted paths to paint the tips of his ears in that same red hue. You followed that invisible path across the apple of his cheek to his jawline and down to the smooth expanse of his neck with your fingertips still barely ghosting the air above him. Taking note with subtle amusement of how his Adam’s apple bobbed ever so slightly when he swallowed nervously and how he held his breath in anticipation of your next move.

Maybe it was a trick of the low light that surrounded you, but the blue of his eyes was no longer a singular shade. There was a bright blue flame – hotter than any you’d seen before in a person – that threatened to devour you on the spot. Shining bright in the center of his eye before dissipating into darker, gentler shades of blue reminiscent of the ocean under the pale moonlight.

They could drown you in them, and you may very well thank him for the honor.

Your hands were trembling as they pinched the collar of his white button-up shirt before smoothing over the front of it to his chest and undoing the buttons from the bottom up. You let your eyes roam over his body, committing to memory every scar and dimple on his body. He never stopped you, but he shifted ever so marginally under your concentrated gaze, and desire rushed through your veins when you felt something hard pressing against the curve of your ass. Bringing your eyes up to meet his again, the lingering flames in his typically powder blue eyes when he stared up at you held in them an undiscernible emotion. Something akin to tendresse with a hint of laughter sparking at the corners of them.

The pads of his fingers were softer than you expected as they trailed up and down the length of your forearm, drumming against your skin to some unrecognizable tune that left an immediate impression on your body in a way that you just knew you would dream about in the days to come. It left in its wake a trail of fire lingering under the surface of your skin – a permanent mark to remind you that, in the end, it would always be him you came back to. It was no longer a simple want that drove you but a need that called you to slowly release one of his wrists and almost hesitantly cup the side of his face. It was a need that forced you to lean in even closer, eyes locked on his for a sign that he wanted you to stop for any reason until your lips were barely an inch away from his own.

At this point, you intently focused on one singular thing – a single goal set with a one-track state of mind that could put even the most dedicated of hunters to shame. No words came out when you opened your mouth. No. In its place, your shallow breaths intermingled with his in the space between your lips, intensifying the surge of electricity that hummed between your bodies.

All sorts of thoughts ran through your mind. Showing you what could come next – what you wanted to happen next. The images it conjured for you were almost too authentic as you reached with your free hand for his left hand when you swore the phantom touch against your side was more than a trick of the mind.

Again, you parted your lips to speak, and a shy smile settled on them. “Can I kiss you?”

It was barely a whisper that came out of you, and had you not been as close as you were already, Xavier might have missed the question.

Or not.

A smile matching your own gracing his features when he hummed in agreement. His usual nonverbal agreement wasn’t enough for you, though. You wanted to see his lips form the words you wanted to hear.

“Use your words…” There was a hint of laughter in your command as you began to pull back from him.

You were stopped by his hand coming up to grab the back of your neck – those familiar calloused fingers, usually so gentle when he handled you, pressing into your skin firmly and making your heart stutter inside your chest from the suddenness of his action. It felt as if your breath had become caught in your throat and stolen your ability to speak for a moment. Deep in his gaze, a spark of mischief was hidden under the rekindled flames that could have burned you alive and brought you back like a phoenix. Rarely had you seen him with such an intense look outside the battlefield, but this time, they were tuned into you. Taking in every shaky inhale of breath you took, how the blood rushed to your face with such a quickness that you were sure it covered you in a similar blush to his own. It was almost predatorial how he looked at you…

And you had never felt more alive.

His flinch was restrained when you grazed the tips of your nails along the side of his neck, with the hint of a smirk replacing the shy smile you had. Earning you a small chuckle from Xavier as he loosened his hold from the back of his neck to trail his own fingers across the base of your neck slowly. Tracing his own path down to your collarbone and raising an amused eyebrow when you shuddered from the touch.

“Do you still want to hear my answer?”

“You tease.”

Your eyes widened when he suddenly grabbed the hand over his neck and brought it up his cheek, turning his head to the side to press a kiss to the heel of your palm.

“What reason do I have to say no?”

Pulling your hand out of his, you pinched his chin between your index finger and thumb and turned his face to slot your mouth against his. A hum of contentment that seemed to come from deep in his chest had you letting out a sigh that sounded faintly like his name. The two of you were truly in sync both on and off the field – it was almost instinct for him at this point to predict your next move so he could move accordingly. Even now, it was no different dance than the one you two would have performed on the battlefield to wipe out the Wanderers quicker than anyone could have anticipated. Your leg hooked over his hip – causing the nightgown you wore to ride up your thigh from the motion until it sat just below your hip – and his hand held your knee in place without saying a word.

A slow roll of your hips against his had him pulling back from the kiss to draw in a sharp intake of breath through his teeth. The simple sound sent a rolling heat to settle in the pit of your stomach, and you knew you needed to hear more. Needed to see his reactions to what you were doing. Eyelids fluttering open slowly so your violet eyes could meet his half-lidded arctic blue ones. His cheeks were flushed a soft shade of red that only deepened when you repeated the action – following the noticeable tic in his jaw. There was an unidentifiable emotion in his eyes, a spark of life that gave away more of his feelings than his words ever could.

“I wasn’t aware you were a master at this too.” He whispered, leaning forward to press butterfly kisses along your jaw.

“I’m not,” you admitted self-consciously.

A surprise squeak slipped out of you when he rolled you both over to shift your positions so he was hovering over you. Both his hands are on either side of your head.

“I guess we’ll learn something new together then.”

#this is so detaily(?) intimate ouhhh #the description of his reaction on the last parts…#shen xinghui #xavier #love and deepspace

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