#xavier thorpe x reader smut
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pairing - xavier thorpe x fem!reader
type - smut, 16+
note - i haven’t even seen the show yet but I’ve consumed so much xavier content I feel like I can write a smut fic abt him 😅😅
summary - you wake up to xavier drawing you, leading to something more
warnings / includes - language, oral (f receiving), soft dom!xavier, some body worship, insecurity mentions, thigh riding if you squint. lowk i have no idea if the reader is allowed to sleep in xavier’s room but for this fic she is 🤫🤫🤫
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*gif isn’t mine*
“No, this isn’t right. Almost… no. Is her nose rounder or more pointy?”
You toss and turn as you hear your boyfriend’s mumbling.
“Oh, great, she moved,” you hear him sigh.
Your eyes flutter open, sleep weighing them down. You slowly reach your hands out from the warm blankets, rubbing your eyes before stretching. Your back pops and ankles crack as you extend your body over the bed, catching Xavier’s attention.
“Did I wake you?” he asks, worry evident in his voice.
“No, I was already waking up,” you shake your head. “But did I mess up your drawing?”
A light chuckle echos in his room. “No, you didn’t.”
“Oh, really? Because I heard you having some trouble finding out what shape my nose is. From how much you stare at my face, I would’ve assumed that you would know it by heart now,” you tease him, smiling as you stretch once more.
“You’re already so perfect in real life, I wanted to capture that in my drawing,” he states.
You let out a breathy laugh as you smile. You peek open your eyes to peer at him, seeing as his hair is pulled back into a half-pony tail. “You know the way to a girl’s heart, Xavier.”
“You know I try my best,” he quips. You close your eyes, turning onto your left side and cuddle the pillow. You hear Xavier move to the other side of the bed, sitting down beside your legs.
“Trying to get the right angle?” you hum. “Yep. Would you like to see what I have so far?” he asks.
“Sure,” you say, forcing your eyes to open. You sit up on your elbows, jaw becoming slack as you look at his drawing. “Xavi, this looks nothing like me.”
He furrows his brows. “What do you mean?”
“You must be drawing your other, more pretty girlfriend,” you snort, laying back down with a thump.
Xavier rolls his eyes. “Oh, come on. You know you’re gorgeous.”
“Not when I’ve just woken up,” you scoff.
He sets his drawing down on his desk, walking back to his bed. He sits down closer to your head, cupping your cheek. His thumb gently moves your face out from the pillows. You nuzzle into his warm touch, glancing up at him.
“You are so wrong, Y/n,” he says softly.
Your ears suddenly feel warm and you shy away, sinking into the bed. “You’re only saying that because I’m your girlfriend.”
“You have no idea how much I talked about you before we started dating,” he chuckles. “Enid and Ajax couldn’t stand being around me.”
You smile a little. “Oh, really?”
“Yep,” he grins. “Well, what did you tell them?” you inquire. “And make sure to tell me in full detail.”
“I’ll try. We wouldn’t want you to get a big head now, would we?” he teases.
You let out an exasperated sigh. “Get on with it.”
He smiles and leans in, his lips inches apart from yours. “For starters, I would say how pretty your eyes are and how cute your smile is. And I would compliment your makeup and how skillful and creative you are with it. How amusing it was to see that little smirk you get after correcting someone in class. I would say how nice your voice was to listen to, and how intimidating you seemed,” he explains.
“How am I intimidating?” you ask, a little smirk on your face. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he remarks.
His other hand sneaks underneath his blankets, finding your bare thigh. You suck in a breath, watching his face in anticipation.
“I also used to say how great you looked in a button down.” his hand skims up higher, the pads of his fingers ghosting over your panties. “I would comment on your skirts nicely frame your ass. How sexy you look in your stockings.”
He presses his first finger over your clothed clit. You let out a little gasp, trying to regain your composure.
“You would say that to Enid and Ajax?” you raise your brow.
He shrugs lightly. “I said those things to myself instead.”
You hum in reply. “Anything else?”
“Just how you are the most beautiful, intelligent, creative, strong person I know,” he grins. You can’t help but smile with him as you see the outer corners of his eyes crinkle.
“You are so sweet, Xavi. Thank you for saying all those nice things about me.”
“Would you be open to me showing them to you?” he asks, his voice now low. He stares deeply into your eyes, making your heart drop to your feet.
“How would you do that?” you ask, playing dumb.
He doesn’t answer. He closes the gap between you two, kissing you softly. You pull your arms out from under the covers, reaching for his shoulders and neck. Your right hand cups the nape of his neck, your left hand burying your fingers into his soft and tangled hair. You sit up without breaking the kiss, you press your chest up against his. His hands grip your waist, fingertips sliding under his shirt that you’re wearing.
One of your hands drop to his thigh, reaching for his pants. He pulls away quickly, grabbing your hand and holding it away from him.
“Don’t even think about it,” he says. You frown in confusion, “why?”
“Lay down,” he commands. His eyes bore into yours and suddenly feel obligated to do anything he says.
You lay back down, watching as Xavier slips under the covers. He towers over you, one hand resting by your head while the other is playing with the bottom of your shirt.
“I told you I was gonna show you, didn’t I?” he asks.
You smile widely, nodding excitedly. “You indeed did.”
“Don’t worry about me then. This morning is about you,” he says.
“Luckily me,” you hum.
He shakes his head. “Lucky me.” he dives down and kisses you again, his warm hand slithering up your shirt. The pads of his fingers skim over your hardened nipple. You sigh in reply, eyes fluttering close as his kisses reach your neck. He sucks a bruise right below your ear.
“Mm, I better not have to cover this up with makeup,” you say.
“No promises,” he whispers, irrupting butterflies in your tummy. He lifts your shift up and you lift your arms up, helping him slip it off. He takes a look at your almost-naked figure. Your red panties are still on, hugging your hips perfectly. He sucks in a breath and smiles, something he does every time he sees a part of you, or all of you. He never fails to do it, and it never fails to make you feel special.
“Lucky me,” he mumbles to himself, taking in your beauty.
“Xavier,” you whine. Although you love the attention, you’re a little too horny than you’d care to admit. You need him.
“What, pretty girl?” he asks, his eyes flipping to yours. “Don’t just sit there. Do something,” you answer.
He chuckles, “you are so needy in the morning, you know that?”
You shrug, “you’re fault.” “Oh, is that so?” he cocks his right brow.
You grab his hand that’s on your boob, bringing it down to your panties so he can feel the small wet patch. His dick strains against his pajama pants.
“See? You’re fault,” you say. “I feel so bad,” he says, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Guess I should do something about it.”
You roll your eyes as he keeps playing games. If he didn’t love seeing you struggle and beg, he would already have his head between your thighs. But seeing you whine and huff is equally as rewarding than making you come.
“Please, Xavier. We don’t have long until we have to go to class,” you beg, pulling at his shirt.
“Well, since you said please,” he hums. He brings his head down to your boobs, putting his mouth on one as his hand encompasses the other. You sigh lightly, resting your hands on his shoulders. His tongue flicks your nipple, rolling the other between his thumb and third finger.
Need grows in your tummy. You buck your hips up, meeting his thigh that’s between your legs. Your voice shakes as moan, lifting your hips up again. Your clit rubs against his thigh, almost giving you the satisfaction you crave.
“So needy,” Xavier mumbles against your skin.
You reply by grabbing at his shirt, your fingers hooking around the waistband of his pants. “Want you, Xavier. Need you,” you breathe out.
You watch as his cheeks become rosy. You smile to yourself, your hands slithering under his shirt and running over his chest.
He begins to kiss down your chest, not being able to take it anymore. If there’s one thing he wants most in this moment, it would be to make you shake and scream him name.
“You are so perfect,” he hums against your skin. He places passionate but feverish kisses across your body, hands grabbing at your thighs and ass. You look down at him, not being able to contain a smile as he covers your whole body with his love. He kisses your hip, sucking softly on the skin near your pussy. He’s so close, you can almost feel his tongue on your clit.
You push your hips up to his face, his nose bumping into your thigh.
“Patience, princess,” he mumbles, his hot breath fanning over your skin. Your underwear dampens and he chuckled as the wet spot grows darker. He hooks his fingers onto your underwear, pulling them off painfully slow. It feels like a million years as you watch him drag them down to your feet. He discards them onto the floor, settling himself between your thighs.
He starts to nibble on the inner corner of your legs. You huff impatiently, tangling your fingers in his hair and trying to move him to where you want him. But he’s stronger than you. One of his hands takes yours, pinning it to the bed. Wet kisses line your legs. He sucks down on one of the most sensitive parts of your inner thighs, making you jolt.
“Please, Xavier. Please,” you gasp. “Please what, pretty?” he asks, his eyes meeting yours.
You groan internally. He looks so sexy between your thighs. Those big, innocent green eyes staring up at you. His pupils are blown and you can see your own reflection.
“If you don’t tell me what you want, I can’t give it to you,” he hums.
“Eat me out, please,” you moan pathetically. You feel his cheekbones raise against your skin as he smiles.
You watch as his mouth attaches to your clit. Your head lulls back in relief and pleasure. You feel his tongue flick your clit, rubbing circles against the throbbing bud. He brings his mouth down to your slit, slipping his tongue into your hole. He swirls his tongue, shaking his head from side to side.
His tongue lips a stripe up your pussy and lands back onto your clit. He sucks softly but firmly, taking the hand that isn’t holding yours and slowly inserting two fingers into your pussy. Your lips gush liquids, making a little puddle on his bedsheets. He begins to move his fingers inside of you, his tongue lapping around your clit.
“Fuu-uck, Xavier. Just like that, yeah, ju-just like that,” you praise, your hand gripping his hair. His pony tail falls out from your fingers and moving his head. His hair falls onto your skin, tickling you slightly.
You let out a breathy giggle. It gets swallowed up by a moan as he adds another finger. You spread your thighs, your muscles clenching his fingers. Your moans get louder, egging Xavier on. His lips suck on your skin as his tongue licks up and down your clit. His fingers move inside of you faster, more of your juices spilling out around his fingers. The only sounds in the room are your moans, your pussy, and his panting.
“Xavier, baby. I-I’m close,” you stammer. Your thighs enclose around his face. You begin to ride his tongue, your nails digging into the back of his neck. He lets go of your hand that he’s holding, gripping onto your thigh. He holds your leg close to his cheek, wanting - no needing - to be engulfed by your scent and taste. His fingers dig into your skin as his hand that’s fingering you begins to move faster.
“Ah, ah, ah!” you pant, your chest puffing up and down. Your tummy tightens and you feel like your bladders about to let lose. Your body comes to a stop, all the muscles in your body tightening. You come so hard, the hand that’s on his bed almost rips the sheets off.
He watches your face as you unravel, feeling his own underwear become wet with pre-cum. You’re so beautiful. The way your head is titled back, your mouth wide open. He loves the way your eyes are screwed shut in pleasure. He can’t help but smile, not being able to stop admiring you.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you ramble. He slows his movements, stopping his fingers but keeping his tongue moving.
“Ohmygod, fuck. Xavier, please,” you begin to pull away from him, the stimulation almost painful.
He stops, sitting up on his knees. He sucks his fingers dry, running his other hand through his hair. He looks down at the puddle you made, a prideful smirk taking over his features.
“Someone was really wet,” he says. “Your fault,” you say.
“I guess it was,” he chuckles. He dives his head back down, kissing your calves all the way up to your face. You bask in his love, your body tingling in each place he kisses. He holds your sides gently, his hands snaking to the small of your back. He kisses you sweetly. You can taste yourself, your tongue running across his bottom lip to capture the tanginess.
“That feel good, gorgeous?” he asks against your lips. “So good,” you breathe out.
“I think we should start every morning off like that, yeah?” he suggests
“I’ll be exhausted every day, then,” you chuckle. He shrugs, one of his hands moving to the underside of your boob. “As long as you’re exhausted from me.”
“Oh, shut up,” you snort, rolling your eyes and pushing him away lightly.
“You would love that, too,” he smirks.
You shake your head with a big smile on your face. “You wish.”
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How about something like bianca is jealous because xavier and reader are together and she thinks she can get him back and go to his room but xavier and reader are literally fucking in there 😼
Bianca glared at Y/n as she kissed Xavier before leaving with Enid to their lesson, Bianca walking up to Xavier and placing her hand on his as he looked at her. His face dropping as he knew what was coming, she'd constantly been trying to get back with him and he had enough.
"Hey Xav, we should talk, i just feel like we never get a chance to be us anymore." Xavier rolled his eyes before putting on a smile, taking her hand in his as he nodded.
"We could talk in my room later? Like 7ish, Y/n is having a sleepover with Enid. We can talk it over yeah?" Bianca smirked as she nodded, blowing him a kiss before walking off.
Bianca knocked on Xavier's door before pushing it open, her mouth opening as she watched Y/n ride Xavier, his oversized shirt covering her as she rolled her hips, her head thrown back in a whine as his hand moved under her shirt to grab at her tits.
"Oh fuck do that again." Xavier begged, his other hand gripping her hip as he thrust up into her, pulling her down as he kissed her, Y/n bouncing on his cock as he groaned.
"Fuck Y/n, shit." Xavier cursed as he came, Y/n rolling her hips as she turned to smirk at Bianca, her hips rolling making Xavier whimper as he gripped her tightly barely able to breathe as he came, Y/n leaning down to kiss him harshly as she kept rolling her hips hearing the door slam shut.
"Think she gets the message now?" Y/n giggled as she rolled her hips, Xavier stuttering into her as he opened his eyes, nodding as Y/n felt him harden inside her making her giggle again.
"I forgot she was there as soon as you rolled those damn hips." Y/n smirked as she did it again making him moan loudly and grip her hips.
"I don't know what you're on about." Y/n rolling them again as she moaned, Xavier grinning as he matched her hip roll with a thrust making her eyes roll.
"Of course you don't."
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xavier teaching you how to paint, standing behind you and guiding your hand... this man has me feeling feelings
OMGGG YES.
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warnings: suggestive maybe ..?
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“you’re doing great,” xavier praises as he watches you from a paint splattered stool a few feet away from you while you attempt at painting a landscape similar to his latest work. you were miserably failing, but xavier was too kind to tell you.
“I need help,” you say, admitting that you weren’t doing well at all. “painting’s just not my thing. it’s yours.” you smile, complimenting his skills.
“hey, c’mon, you’re doing really well. I’ll help you, if you really want.” he begins to get up from his spot on the stool, and makes his way over to you, looking down at you. “do you want me to help you?” he asks, and you almost melt at the sound of his raspy voice.
“yes please,” you barely are able to make out a whisper.
“well, since you said please…” he smirks, moving behind you and kneeling down. “I’ll help guide your hand. just relax.”
you get chills at the feeling of his large hand moving on top of yours, gripping onto the paintbrush. he helps guide your arm across the canvas, and he attempts at fixing the insanity you created. he eventually gets more comfortable and puts his free hand on your back, his breath ghosting on the back of your neck. you lick your lips. fuck, this was hot. the room is all to silent except for the sound of his breath and the brush against the board.
all of the sudden, he stops moving, and you furrow your eyebrows.
“what-“ he stands up, and you cut yourself off. what was he doing? he puts his fingers underneath your chin, and your stomach drops.
and all of the sudden, his lips are on yours and your bodies are moving together.
holy shit.
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xavier thorpe x fem!reader
summary: reader gets xaviers attention and turns to tease him.
warnings: reader rides xavier, sub!xavier, kinda soft dom!reader, teasing hehehe, very soft and giggly aftercare at the end, its short and spicy and sweet
a/n: this is a shrot little smutty blurb with SUB XAVIER bc he totally is. and the votes on my next actual fic has turned to be make up smut SO this is to compromise. we get subby xavier, and make up smut. win-win!
it had started innocently, you wanting more attention as he was playing his game, but once you started kissing his neck you knew he was done for.
now, here you were riding him in his gaming chair, his headset long since forgotten on the desk and his game still going in the background.
“god, you feel so good,” you groaned in his ear as your hips stilled on his dick.
“please,” he whimpered, his fingers definitely leaving bruises to be seen tomorrow. you loved it when he got so needy, even though it started with you needing him more.
“please what, love?” you tilted his chin up to face you. “use your words for me,” you leaned in to press a kiss to his lips. the way his chased after yours as you pulled away made you chuckle.
“please, i need you,” he began massaging your thigh with one hand, letting his other trail up to your waist. “i need you so bad. please?”
“what do you want me to do?” you attached your lips to his neck. you just loved how flustered he got when you were all over him. his subtle huffs of breath along with the whimpers that would leave his mouth.
“move?” his hips were rutting up into you, as little as he could without it being too obvious. he hated getting in trouble for being impatient. “please! please, i’ll do anything for you. i just-you just feel so good. and i-oh god, please?"
"you're so cute when you beg," you nipped at his earlobe, his hips rutting sharply into your own. "aww, such an eager guy you are, huh?"
he threw his head back, practically gasping for air as he was gripping your skin to ground himself. you began to roll your his into his, not lifting at all, simply grinding. "oh god," his head flew forward onto your shoulder where he pressed lazy, open-mouthed kisses. "thank you, fuck, thank you."
you put your hands on his shoulders as you started lifting your hips, waiting a second before slamming them back down to meet his. you repeated this until he began to whine in your ear even more, his voice getting louder with each movement.
"can i touch you?" he was practically drooling. "please?"
"go ahead, xay," you grabbed the hand that was on your thigh and brought it to your clit. "can you make me feel good?"
"yes," he nodded eagerly as his eyes met with your still clothed chest. "can-can i...?"
"you wanna play with them?" you awed at his shy nature. it only really came out when you were vulnerable like this, or when you were just alone with each other. "go ahead, take off my shirt."
"really?" a smile graced his face, his eyes lighting up fervently as he obeyed your orders. "you're so perfect."
your heart always warmed at his complements, even at times like these when you were getting naked in front of him. you could always tell he meant what he said.
"you can touch," you nodded at him before he connected his mouth with your nipple, his tongue keeping the same rhythm as his fingers on your clit. "just-just like that, xay. holy fuck," you felt your climax building quicker as he switched to your other breast, letting his free hand massage the neglected one. "always such a good boy for me. my good boy."
"mhmm," his hips rutted into yours once more. "'m close," his voice seemed wary.
"don't worry, me too," you ran your hand through his hair, getnly tugging so he would look at you. a smile was adorning your face before you connected your lips sloppily with his, "just keep going, baby. just like that."
you could practiclly feel his dick twitching inside of you, "i-i'm about to cum, where-"
"inside of me, xay," you ordered as you held onto his face with both hands. "cum inside of me."
"oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," his hips were jackhammering into yours as his fingers only sped up on your clit, sending you over the edge with you. "holy shit, you're so tight! christ, yes!"
"so good, xay," you were still tugging on his hair as you fucked each other through your highs. "so fucking SHIT!" your body was spasming as his came down from his high, giving him the opportunity to hold onto you with his free arm, still working you through your orgasm with his fingers.
"you're perfect," xavier repeated as you slumped against his chest. "so fucking perfect," his fingers were stroking your back, likely drawing some random picture on it.
"right back atcha," you laughed as you winced slightly, his dick still moving from each movement.
"sorry," he helped you stand and get off of his chair.
your legs were extremely wobbly, so you let him do most of the work for you as he guided you to the bathroom. he dampened a washcloth to wipe off both releases from yours and his thighs, laughing at your hissing from the sensitivity.
"hey," you nudged his shoulder. "i'm sensitive, asshole."
"oh, i know," he nodded with a shit-eating grin. "i mean, you were spasming on my dick not even ten minutes ago, so..."
"y'know what?" you snatched the washcloth from his hands. "i can clean myself up," you rose your brows with attitude before he simply picked you up from the bathroom counter altogether.
"nope," he shook his head as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "i get to take care of you. you can't walk."
"it's not my fault your dick is big," you poked his cheeks as they began to blush. he dropped you on the bed a bit haphazardly before crossing his arms as he stood in front of you. "hey," you drew out the word, reaching to grab his hand. "you're not gonna leave your girl high and dry without cuddles all night, are you?" you pouted, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes.
"i like your cuddles too much for that," he plopped on the small bed beside you, loving it all too much when you curled into his chest. "so this is really just a selfish act on my end."
"we could call it mutually beneficial," you shrugged as you pulled the blankets over both of your bodies. you took a moment to breath him in. for some reason he smelled so good after sex. maybe it was the hormones that just draws you to him, but whatever it is you hoped it never stopped happening. "i love you."
"i love you," xavier pressed a kiss to your forehead. you felt his smile. "you're my favorite person. you're my person."
"i'm your person," you agreed. "you're my person."
"goodnight, my love," his raspy, sleepy voice proclaimed.
"goodnight, xay."
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After Class Antics
Xavier Thorpe x Reader
SMUT (18+) ((oral, hair pulling, fingering, mattress rutting))
Word Count: 1,046
Xavier invites you to his dorm under the guise of studying, only to insist on something else when the time comes.
“Sarracenia purpurea, also known as the purple pitcher plant, northern pitcher plant, turtle socks, or side-saddle flower, is a carnivorous plant in the family Sarraceniaceae.” You answer Ms. Thornhill’s question regarding the plant she currently held. She praises you for your quick and accurate answer and then begins explaining the origins of the species. You hear a scoff sound out from your left. Bianca and Yoko snicker something amongst themselves. Quietly sighing, you ignore them and continue taking your notes. Xavier glares at the two girls sat in front of him and rolls his eyes.
Ever since he and Bianca broke up, she’d been trying to get under his skin intentionally. She did this by acting out whenever he was around, it wasn’t targeted at you but it seemed to piss him off a little bit more if it was. Soon after the breakup Xavier found the girl he was meant to be with, you. The two of you decided to keep it on the down low and just pretend to be friends in public, but behind closed dorm doors you two were closer than ever.
“Xavier, do you want to come to my dorm after class and study?” Bianca turns to ask during the discussion time. He doesn’t spare a glance her way, and gives her a less than desired answer.
“Not a chance.” He continues sketching the sarracenia purpurea in his notes. She hums and turns back to Yoko.
After class you collect your books and stride out of the classroom. Xavier rushes to catch up. Bianca and Yoko share a look.
“Hey (Y/N)!” He huffs. You turn to face him. “Do you want to come to my dorm and study? You really know your botany and I could use the extra help.” He sheepishly admits. You offer a soft smile and agree.
“Of course! Let me go get my other botany things and I’ll be right over.” You watch as he quickly nods his head, his longer hair tossing a bit with the wind.
You gently knock on his door and squeal as he hastily pulls you in.
“Calm down, I’m here.” You chuckle. He’s quick to embrace you, pulling you in for a long kiss. You lightly push him back until his legs hit the bed, making him sit while you take over on his lap. You unbutton his pants and pull his cock out, aiming to let him relax a little. He excitedly leans up into your lips before pulling away.
“Let me taste you, please baby.” He exhales heavily, looking at you with adoration in his eyes. You weren’t going to complain if he’d rather please you at the moment.
“Go ahead.” You approve, waiting to be handled by him.
He lays you down on his bed, bringing your knees up as he leans over you to kiss you once more. His hands deftly make work of your pants and loosen them, giving him the ability to slide them off with ease. You lift your hips to help him out and melt at the thankful smile he sends your way before beginning to kiss your inner thighs. His hands keep your knees apart in the mean time.
“Been thinking about this all day.” He murmurs, gently blowing onto your cunt, watching it react as you gasp. He smirks at the reaction and dives in, eager to please you.
Your thighs immediately close around his head, feeling his tongue work through your cunt in dedicated moves. You try not to buck up into his face, but you can’t help it. He flattens his tongue against your clit and then swirls around it before he moves back down to your hole. He teases it, edging you a bit before he feels the one thing he truly wants at the moment. You slide a hand down to his head, gently scratching his scalp from his hairline back, until your fingers thread into the strands. You grip his brown hair tightly, making him moan promptly before easing his tongue into you and pulling it back out- only for him to dart it back in and out quickly.
He gets louder the harder your tug on his hair, groaning loudly against your wet cunt. After a few more pulls, he’s painfully hard, cock heavily brushing against the bed, precum just barely staining the sheets. He can’t contain himself anymore, your hand feels too good buried in his hair. He starts out with small thrusts, dragging his cock up and down the sheets on the mattress. They get hastier the deeper and faster he fucks you with his tongue. You gasp, feeling his tongue disappear, only to be replaced with two of his slender digits quickly thrusting in and out of your pussy. He takes the time to focus sucking on your clit, toying the bud with his teeth and tongue. You squeeze around his fingers and hold his head down, letting out breathy moans as you rut into his face. He rocks the bed more vigorously, trying to catch up to your pleasure.
“I’m so close Xavi, please let me cum.” You whine, he shakes his head, prolonging your release as he stills his fingers, scissoring them inside of your cunt. You grip his hair harder, seemingly jumpstarting him once more. Now, he obeys your pleads and works you closer to cumming again. He groans into your pussy as his cock thrusts against the mattress, hard. You moan loudly and cum around his digits. He quickly removes them to get a taste of you.
When he does, he’s done for, absent minded as he moves his hips faster until they still, his cock spurting ropes of his cum onto the sheets.
He finishes cleaning you up before rolling over on the bed, breathing heavily.
“Fuck that was so good.” He sighs, running a hand through his hair, remembering when you did the same. You roll onto your left side, facing him. He gazes up to meet your eyes and pulls you into another sweet embrace. You chuckle lightly and run your own hands through his hair, knowing he thoroughly enjoyed the action. He hums in approval and squeezes you lightly, mumbling a small “I love you.”
“I love you too.” You assure.
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X. THORPE X F!READER
Sypnosis: This friends with benefits thing does not work. It was not what he had meant for it to become. ( SMUT )
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Xavier got broken out of his mind by someone smacking his leg lightly. He saw who it was as he looked down from the ladder he was standing on, brush still in hand and airpods still in place with music playing. y/n was just walking past with Ajax by her side and smiled up at him while passing. He did the same before returning to the mural he was working on as his two friends walked out to sit in the courtyard, where all of the other students were.
At first, he did not think all that much about the interaction, once again completely focusing on his work while the song changed to another by the same artist. His mind was empty for a minute or so before something popped inside it. Wait a minute.
Had they been having their arms linked?
Turning away from the mural, his gaze was drawn to the courtyard, which was teeming with students, the majority of whom belonged to one of the five major cliques. Ajax sat with Y/N, slightly away from where he usually sat. The boy sat on top of one of the benches, talking to the girl as she sat where they were supposed to sit. But they were close—so close, closer than he had ever seen Ajax and y/n ever be.
His brow furrowed as he looked at the two. But it seemed as though Ajax had said something funny because y/n were laughing. The way she did it was the same as whenever they were alone, when he would surprisingly put his lips on hers and she'd be surprised. She would laugh lightly before reconnecting their lips, knowing what he wanted.
Or how she acted when she would pull away after a while, as if she was going to abandon him. She would act as if she was no longer into the kiss or something, but as soon as he would kiss her back, a laugh would escape from her before their lips connected again.
Had he missed that she would laugh like that when she was with other people, or was this the first time?
It felt as if just a crack, one singular crack, had appeared in his heart at seeing the interaction. Watching how y/n faked a pout at Ajax before chuckling, much like she did with him those nights when she would have to leave.
"Can't you just stay a little while longer?" He turned his head towards her, as she had just gotten dressed.
"Trust me, I would, your bed is much more comfortable than mine, but Mrs. Thornhill is going to flip on me." y/n stood, picking up her zip-up.
"Oh, come on, it's not like you haven't been able to sneak past her before."
"Yeah, until she caught me a few days ago and said I would get extra homework if it happened again." She looked down at him, picking up the phone that laid on the bed beside him. Curfew was in a few minutes.
"You'll be back in time in just a few minutes." He had been able to grab hold of her wrist. Pulling her towards the bed, his eyes begged for her to stay a few more minutes.
"Aw, you want me to stay?" y/n faked a pout at him before chuckling, causing Xavier to roll his eyes at her and let go of her wrist.
"So you're just going to leave me here?" His tone was playful.
"Yes." y/n grabbed her shoes while walking towards the door. "And I'm going to do homework because, thanks to you, my original plans were ruined."
"Stop acting like you don't enjoy it."
It was all just so stupid. They were this thing—what most would call friends with benefits—only because he chickened out at the last minute. All because once he had taken the shot and kissed her, she had been confused and asked him what that was for. And now here they were, in this thing where they were still just friends.
All because his heart got caught in his throat as he was about to ask the question aloud, and it came out as a question asking if they could have this thing instead. They were friends, but they kissed; they had sex because they knew each other and knew they could get the pleasure they desired. Only that, at least, Xavier wanted more.
For him, it was not just the kisses, makeouts, or sex that he wanted from her. But he was also content to have that with her if it didn't lead anywhere else. He wanted more. Though the kisses, makeouts, and sex were good, there were other parts of it that he wanted more often.
He wanted to be able to just have her rest there beside him, sound asleep and content where she was. All while he could run his fingers along her spine, laying next to her and watching as, even through sleep, her lips would pull into a smile at the contact. It had only happened a few times in the previous months, and he had enjoyed it each time.
He wanted to be able to press kisses to her forehead, nose, cheek, crown of her head, or even just her lips outside of any of their dorms. He wanted to be able to show the world what they had and how happy he was. Xavier didn't want that to stay behind closed doors. He also wanted her to know that every kiss, every compliment, and every time he looked at her was real. It wasn't just a spur of the moment decision or him needing something.
He thought he knew love when he was with Bianca for a while, but it turned out he really never knew how love felt. He'd never felt his heart flutter so much just by being close to someone.
He just wanted it to be different.
With the way she was laughing with Ajax, their conversation going back and forth as he watched made his jaw tighten, turning away from the sight with his lips pressed together tightly. Trying to go back to his mural and telling himself that y/n and Ajax were just friends.
But no matter how much he tried to tell himself otherwise, it seemed as if there was no way to convince his brain that was not the case. Jealousy was bubbling inside of him.
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It has not been hard to know that there is something wrong with Xavier. The whole time that y/n had Bern in his dorm, he was quiet. Even though he had schoolwork, he would try to strike up a conversation with her most of the time. But today he had not said anything; really, all he said was "hello" when she came and knocked on his door, making sure no one would see her enter so that they could study.
Their agreement, when it came to things, had been simple. They could come to one another when one needed some release, but of course the other had to be there with it too, and things were not to get awkward between them, which had worked great as they still hung out as normal, and it was at least twice a week that one or the other would need something more.
They never felt awkward when they were together, happy that they still remained close no matter what they were doing. Well, it had worked up until now, apparently.
y/n had just finished writing on an essay, letting out a sigh, and laying her head down on Xavier's bed, then pushing herself to sit up after lying on her stomach for so long. Still, no word had come from Xaviers' mouth as he just sat by the head of his bed, being long done with homework, he had started sketching out of boredom.
She turned around, gathering up her books and computer to put them on the floor before moving to sit beside him at the head of his bed. He glanced at her before turning his eyes back to the sketch, not acknowledging her.
"Is something wrong?" She moved her head to look up at him from the sketch while asking and waiting for an answer.
"No." Xavier shrugged his shoulders at her, unconsciously becoming more hard on the hand as he drew away.
"There's got to be something wrong, you haven't said a single thing for the last hour." y/n pointed this out to him, which made him stop and shake his head.
"It's nothing."
For a moment, she contemplated just stopping asking him what was wrong, seeing as he refused to give her an answer and clearly was in a bad mood. But as she thought a bit more, just laying there beside him and looking up at his face, she could see the slightest bit of hurt in his eyes. This caused y/n to furrow her brows at the green-eyed boy.
"Stop lying. Have I done something?" Her question made him drop his pen, shaking his head, just wanting her to drop it all.
"Why does it matter so much?" Finally he looked down at her, but almost as soon as his eyes met her, he averted them. Why didn't he just ask that question once and everything would be fine?
"Because you're clearly ignoring me, and it makes me worry."
Finally, the last bit of water was filled in the cup as it suddenly flowed over the edge. He slammed his sketchbook shut, hard. It made y/n jump slightly where she lay on his bed. Standing up, he turned. "Maybe you should worry about your fucking boyfriend instead."
She sat up because of the words. Her eyes widening just slightly, her mouth agape, she stared at him. Trying to get out any words, but instead they all just died on her tongue and made her sit there, staring at him for a while while he stared back before scoffing and running a hand through his hair.
"What?" Her eyes were no longer wide, but her brows were furrowed in confusion at him, and it was the only thing she could say.
"You know, that boyfriend of yours you forgot to tell me about that you spent lunch with?" His voice was sarcastic, but inside he felt his stomach turn with jealousy.
It took a good moment to understand. Boyfriend? y/n didn't have a boyfriend. Was he stupid? Had she not made her feelings clear lately? Had those quick kisses on the cheek or forehead before she would leave after sex not been enough? Did he truly think she was only in this for the sex and makeouts? How stupid could a person be?
"Ajax." It was not a question but a try on her part to see how he would react to her saying his name. That had to be who he meant; Ajax and her had spent the entire lunch hour together.
She did get a reaction. He rolled his eyes, looking off to the side while letting out an exasperated sigh. This caused y/n to stand up, eyes wide, just like before, looking at him in disbelief. How in the holy hell did he ever get that idea into his head?
"You think I'm with Ajax?" She slowly started to walk around his bed to the side he was on, studying him for any reaction that would come. Again, all she got was an exasperated sigh.
"Were you planning on just not telling me and keeping leading me on or what?" That last part made Xavier bite his tongue, realising he had just exposed himself by dropping his flailing arm to his side.
"You... you think I'm sleeping with Ajax and that I would just not tell you I was?" She had moved even closer, now standing just about six feet from him.
Xavier did not give her an answer, sitting down on the edge of his bed and only staring at her. He had a hard time looking into her eyes, which hurt, like, actually hurt, that he couldn't even do that.
"You really think I would do that?" Instead of being irritated, her voice was soft. Xavier appeared to have had a realisation because he looked off to the side, slightly embarrassed, and shrugged.
"I was helping him with how to ask Enid out." Finally, the blonde-brunette boy picked his head up, brows knitted together. "Ajax has a crush on Enid, and she likes him too. He wanted help with how to approach her and just stuff like that."
"Oh," He breathed.
"Oh," y/n repeated, moving a little closer again. "Do you think I only agreed to this because it meant I would get sex?"
She motioned between the two of them when saying this; neither of them liked to call it "friends with benefits," as they had both, this whole time, had feelings for one another. Because they both wanted it to be more than it actually was.
There was no answer, so she stepped a bit closer, now standing right in front of where he sat on the bed. It had become such an instinct for Xavier to put his hands on her hips when she stood in front of him like that that he did not think for a moment before doing so. But he still did not look at her, which made her sigh a little.
Leaning in, she connected their lips as she had so many times before, only that this time it meant something much more. It took him by surprise, but he gradually melted into it, his arms looping around her waist and pulling her in closer. Xavier could feel her smile against his lips and her arms around his neck, as he had so many times before.
"Do you really think I would agree to this if I didn't love you?" y/n pulled away for just a second; seeing his eyes lit up made a smile pull at her lips.
"How would I know?" His question came out more as a little joke, with his brows raised in a joking manner.
"Shut up,"
With that, she leaned in, attaching her lips to his jaw. The boy hummed in contentment, leaning his head to the side, and closing his eyes as he felt the familiar sensation. This time, unlike the many times over the past two—maybe three—months, it felt different. It felt more intimate now that he knew she did not have her eyes on anyone else and that she wanted more than what they had.
Slowly pulling away from him, y/n stood back up, his arms still around her waist. In his eyes, she could see that look that he had when he first kissed her. The night when it had happened, instead of confessing, he asked for the whole "friends with benefits" thing.
Their lips met, and without warning Xavier leaned back, pulling y/n with him as he fell back onto the bed. His hands moved from her hips up underneath the shirt she was wearing, feeling her soft skin and running his hands up and down her sides, then slowly moving his hands up and letting them rest right beneath where her bra started. Just keeping a gentle hold of her there.
Pulling away once more, y/n sat up a little, straddling his hips, and her hands lifted the end of his shirt. Xaviers' lips were drawn into a soft smile, his eyes roaming her body shamelessly. "What?"
"I'm just.. taking my time." She explained as he sat up, helping her take his shirt off.
y/n found it difficult not to be flustered once his t-shirt was removed, as she leaned against his bare shoulder, arms around Xaviers neck. Taking this as his chance, Xavier attached his lips to her neck.
Hums, whimpers, and other means of pleasure came from both of them as they switched who was doing what, slowly ending up fully on the bed. Going from him being on top to her being on top, neither of them were in a hurry for anything. Wanting to take their time. Then her shirt went off, and Xavier took his sweet time watching her body, more than he ever had before. It was almost as if he was trying to remember every detail of her—something he had previously considered unacceptable.
It was her turn to be on top now. Her hands tangled in his hair as she deepened their kiss, her legs straddling his lap as his hands affectionately ran up and down her sides. It was now one of his favourites.
It seemed she did not notice it, but slowly she began moving her hips around, trying to get comfortable. Xavier slowly separated his lips from hers, leaning back and groaning at the sensation her movement gave him.
"Stop," He breathed, holding her hips still.
"Something wrong?" Her brows furrowed, scared she'd done something wrong, even if they had done this a multitude of times over the past months.
"No, no. Just... uh, fuck."
Finally, he was done taking his time. He needed her now. He needed to finally get to doing this with her, knowing she was totally into him too. Taking her by surprise as he moved forward, she fell down on the mattress with him above her.
It all then happened so fast—both beings were stripped of their clothes while just staring at one another. This really was different than all the other times they had sex. Truly, this was so much more intimate now that they knew how each other felt.
"You okay?" Xavier asked before doing anything, and her half-lidded eyes and nod told him all he needed.
Her hands reached up to grab his shoulders, the desperate feeling in her stomach finally satisfied as Xavier gave her the pleasure she craved. For a moment, they just stopped to take in the feeling.
Then, with each movement, either one or both of them let out a light moan of pleasure, a groan, or a slightly shaky breath. Their requirements are being met. She drew him closer, clutching him with each of his moments as she revelled in the pleasure he could give her. He knew exactly what pace to maintain; she didn't need to tell him how she wanted it because he had learned and focused on both of them.
The knot in her stomach gradually untied, and her grip on Xavier's shoulder tightened as she felt him push himself to his limit, which came not long after her. He sighed loudly as he relaxed before lying down on top of the girl.
They finally got their breathing back to normal after some silence."You're really daft, you know that right."
"Are we really going to do this now?" Xavier leaned on his elbow after having just rested his head on y/n's shoulder.
"You were jealous," Her voice sang out the words, making his eyes roll.
"So, you're mine now anyway, right?"
"Always has, and you're the only one I want."
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hi !!! can i request xavier babying the reader when she’s tired or something like that
I literally need this so bad please baby me xavier
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A poke to your side jerked you awake. You hadn't been asleep, not fully at least. Just resting your eyes. You had your head in your arms against your desk, but you were listening to the lecture. You really were. So the poke to your ribs from your best friend was unnecessary and unappreciated. You communicated as much with a glare. When your menacing look met Xavier's playful eyes, his brow furrowed. There were bags under your eyes, he could see that despite the attempts of concealer cover-up. Your eyes were red too, and not in the same way as after you two had spent the afternoon with Ajax. You looked exhausted.
Xavier reached out a tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, leaning in close so no one would hear the two of you.
"When was the last time you slept? You look like the walking dead."
Glaring harder, you pulled back from him.
"wow such charm, Thorne," you sighed and put your head in your hands. "I dunno. I got 6 hours..."
"Last night?" He was confused, you looked much more tired than that accounted for.
"In the past 3 days," you mumbled.
Xavier's frown deepened. Then he was gathering your books and items off the desk, carefully reaching around you to grab your bag. Your mind was much too tired to process what was happening in time, you just watched as he put your things in your bag and then did the same for his own. Then he was standing quietly and grabbing you gently to help you do the same. Your brain finally caught up to reality and you grabbed Xavier's wrist to stop him.
"Xav wait," you glanced around the room, but everyone was still working. no one noticed you two getting up. "What about the flowers?"
Xavier felt his heart almost burst at the sight of your face. Your tired eyes were watering slightly from sleepy worry, and your mouth set into a pitiful frown. You were so tired you didn't even call the class its correct name. Instead, you referred to it as 'flowers'. Of course, you would put a class day of studying over your well-being. Xavier leaned down close to your face and stroked your cheek with the hand not holding your bag.
"Ms.Thornhill will understand, I promise. You need rest honey, you look so tired. Let me take care of you, yeah?"
He watched you glance around the class before you nodded and let him pull you to his dorm.
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Xavier always had an extra pair of your pajamas in his drawers, remnants of your past nights spent sleeping together. So, as you slowly slipped out of your shoes and socks he grabbed the plaid pants and baggy t-shirt.
When you took them from him and slipped into his bathroom to change, he picked up your shoes and moved them so that there was less of a chance of you tripping. Then he prepared his pillows and blankets how he knew you liked. You were taking a while to get changed so he had time to switch clothing as well. Finally, you came out hair a mess, and your face a little damp from where you had washed off your makeup.
You still had that tired pout on your face and it made Xavier want to wrap you up and shield you from the world. So he did the closest he could to that. He gently lead you to the bed, allowing you to lay down first before he joined you. Then he pulled you onto him so that you had one arm over his waist and your arms were tangled.
You welcomed his body heat, the warmth relaxing your tense muscles. Burying your face in the crook of his neck, you breathed a content sigh. Xavier tightened his arms around you slightly and kissed your head.
"Go ahead and sleep honey, I'll be here when you wake up."
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y/n: what’s your plans this weekend?
xavier: painting with you, but the color is white.
y/n: why white?
xavier: ...
y/n: ...
y/n: OH.
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Truce (Xavier Thorpe x reader)
In which the most famous rivals from Nevermore call a truce for a game night and figure out they don't hate each other nearly as much as they thought.
Pairing: AFAB Reader x Xavier Thorpe.
Warnings: Smut. +18 only. Enemies to lovers, underage drinking, cursing, drunk making out, oral sex (Female receiving) protected vaginal sex. (You know it, wrap it before you tap it)
A/N: Aged up characters, maybe their last year but 18 or older (Actor is 21) First attempt at smut and first post ever. Not a native english speaker, so be gentle. My request are always open!!!
You couldn't remember how it started, but as long as you remembered, Xavier Thorpe and you were rivals. You were in each other's throats all the time, in and out of the art room. While you weren't a psychic capable of art animation, you had known since you were five years old that you would make art for a living. Unfortunately, you could recognize talent when you saw it, and Thorpe had it in spades. But did it really mean something when he probably had the best teachers money could buy?
Yes, you envied him. You did and weren't ashamed to admit it. He had the safety net and resources you so wanted to pursue your passion. He had cool, helpful powers and money to support him. You… well. It's not like you were poor, but your parents had to work hard for a living. You came from a middle class family, who was betting everything on you graduating from Nevermore with good grades and getting into a college with a sensible major.
So, no. You didn't like Thorpe. You were only tolerating him for the sake of Wednesday. She was the one you liked. It wasn't mutual, by any chance, but her attending Nevermore helped you. She took Thorpe out of your hair often enough. Like last semester, while he was busy panting after her like a lovesick puppy, you got loads of time alone in the shed Weems forced you to share.
Besides, Yoko had begged you to come, she didn't want to be the third wheel between the couples. And you liked Enid too. Yeah, you were only showing up for this game night for the girls.
Thorpe always found something to pick on you about, so you took special care in your appearance, but not enough to look like you made an effort, because if he noticed, he surely would laugh about it too. Yoko didn't comment on your sudden need to put lip gloss and mascara on, except from a snide remark about hugging the mirror.
You entered Wednesday and Enid's dorm carrying a bag full of cheap alcohol. You weren't a drinker, but as the shape-shifter on the group, you were the one who bought it looking like an elderly lady. Elderly enough to not get asked for ID. Ajax cheered at seeing you, startling Enid, who was reclined against his chest. Wednesday only looked at you, unblinking. And Thorpe…
“Well, well, look what the cat dragged in…the half assed Mystique.” He was sitting on Wednesday's desk, looking like an overgrown parrot and surely making a nuance out of himself. You tried not to stare at the way his impossibly long legs extended, and his hair was pulled back from his face, showing a pale, long neck.
“Does that make you Charles Xavier?” You quipped, looking at Thorpe with eyes full of venom. “Because if so, darling, you surely need cerebro.”
“Charming.” He smiled at you, eyes squinting in a way that was obviously fake. “As always.”
“I know. I can't help it. Being nice to you is an act of charity.” You passed the bag to Yoko, and sat down in the middle of the floor, eyeing the game Enid, Ajax, and Wednesday seemed to be playing. It was something with… Envelopes?
“Could you two cease your meaningless squabbling?” Wednesday asked, and you finally realized they were playing Clue. “We are trying to solve a murder here.”
“Yeah, just cut it with the foreplay and fuck already.” Ajax took a beer out of the bag and opened the can. Which one, disgusting, two, rude. You were more offended at the fact he opened your fucking bag without permission than the joke, used to it already. Everyone loved enemies to lovers, after all. And Nevermore teens weren't so different as they liked to think.
“No, thanks. I'm done with charity for today.” You said instead of voicing all that out loud.
“Are you so full of yourself, princess?” Thorpe asked, and you felt the impulse to throttle him. You hated that nickname, maybe because you liked it a bit much, and that made it a can of worms you didn't want to open. You took a deep breath, ignoring his satisfied smirk at being able to rattle you.
“No. But we both know I'm so out of your league, lover boy, it's not even looking like a league, but instead two different galaxies.”
“Ohh, kitty got claws…” Yoko snickered, taking a sip of her pre prepped Bloody Mary. Wednesday looked vaguely amused at the situation, while Ajax was just nursing his beer happily. Enid was looking anxious, probably anticipating when one of you would cross the line and go from petty snarking at each other into a full-blown fight.
“Sure you are, pretty girl. Sure you are. Especially when we talk about talent, because I make your drawings look like…” So he was the one crossing the line tonight. A dig at your artwork? That was a new low, even for him. Good to know. But before you opened your mouth to say something that would probably make him snap, Enid interrupted.
“That's enough!” Enid said, with a tense smile. “How about we play another game?”
“Sure.” You said, tersely. Thorpe made a face, probably mocking you. You ignored him.
“What you have in mind, babe?” Ajax asked.
“Surely something so stereotypical and inane like Never have I ever or Truth or Dare.” Wednesday drawled, picking up the bag of alcohol and tossing back a shot of cheap whiskey like it was nothing. “I'm not drunk enough to partake yet.” She explained.
“Ohh, Never have I ever sounds fun with this crowd.” Enid said, taking a beer out of the bag and passing it to you. “Xavier, get closer.” Enid ordered.
“So, the options are terrible, and I'm not touching Wednesday's whiskey because that shit will lift paint.“ Thorpe said, squatting next to you and taking a peek at the bag. You already knew it´s contents, being the one who had bought it. Thing was, your budget was limited, so you had warm beer, the cheapest whiskey in the store and flavored vodka. You went for the vodka, but Thorpe's hand grabbed your arm and stopped you. “What do you say, truce, and we share?”
“You got yourself a deal, Thorpe.” The idea of having to share the bottle with him was more appealing than having to drink warm beer, and you could be generous once in a blue moon.
“Please, call me Xavier.” He grinned, all boyish charm, and suddenly you could see the appeal.
“Y/N then.” You said, passing him the bottle. Xavier opened it and offered it to you. You just held onto it, suddenly realizing that without glasses, you and Xavier would have to drink straight from it. You put it down.
“Alright, everyone who did it drinks.” Enid remembered. “I'll go first, never have I ever stolen anything.”
Wednesday rolled her eyes, but took a shot out of her whiskey. You went to grab at the bottle, but Xavier was faster, taking a swing of it before you.
“Fuck, we were wrong. This is so bad, even Wednesday thing is better.” He said to you, grimacing.
“Give me that, crybaby.” You said, taking your own shot of the bottle and almost spluttering. The vodka tasted like a straight out rubbing alcohol, burning at your throat and almost feeling it in your nose. Your eyes felt runny. “I take it back.” You gasped.
“Okay, so Wednesday has a story of it but,“ Yoko said and Wednesday looked proud. ”What did Xavier and Y/N stole? He surely seems the type, but I didn't think Y/N…”
“Nope. Not talking about it.” Xavier smirked. “What about you, princess?”
“Oh, it's a boring story. When I was a child, my mom loved to go to home decor stores, and there was this one in particular that had ceramic display, for the bathroom and stuff. Every time we went, I took the smallest and most colorful tile, until my mom caught me.” You said, and Wednesday looked disappointed. What could you said, you weren't exactly a criminal mastermind. Ajax and Yoko took one look at you and started laughing uncontrollably.
“That's…” Enid started saying, no doubt trying to be kind.
“Kind of cute, actually. So you always loved colors?” Xavier asked, and you couldn't figure out if he was making fun of you or not, so you answered pretty neutral.
"I always loved art, if that's what you are asking me.” He gave you a look you couldn't descifrate.
“Okay, my turn. Never have I ever… Let's make this fun, guys… Thought Xavi was the Hyde." Ajax said, with a smirk. You sighed, relieved you didn't have to drink anymore of that thing.
Wednesday, Enid, and Yoko all took sips from their drinks.
"Really?" Ajax asked, looking at you.
"He was always alone with me in the woods. He clearly hates me, but never did anything and trust me, he had the chance. Besides, Thorpe here is a softie." You explained, rubbing a ink stain on your finger. Your tongue felt looser than usual. The vodka must have been strong, so you decided to pace yourself from here on.
"I don't hate you." Xavier muttered, when the rest had lost interest.
"Sure you don't."
"Right. Never have I ever worn pink." Wednesday deadpanned. You took a shot, and so did everyone else in the group.
By the time it was your turn, you were, well, not drunk but close enough. You had been careful, only taking little sips because you were drinking vodka straight from the bottle. You had been slowly leaning onto Thorpe's space, and he didn't seem to care. He was, just like you, an affectionate drunk.
"Never have I ever… Had a crush on Wednesday." Both Xavier and Enid drank. You suppressed a smile.
“That. That.” Yoko said, taking a gulp of her Bloody Mary. “I didn't see coming.”
“You can both lose all your hopes now. “ Wednesday said, with a murderous glint in her eyes. “I don't have any desire to become a clone of my parents.”
“Are you trying to get me drunk, princess? Because that felt targeted.” Xavier put an arm around your shoulders, putting the bottle of vodka on the floor.
“Keep telling yourself that.” You snorted. “So the crush is over?”
“Real subtle.” Ajax muttered, sharing a glance with Enid.
“That your way of asking about my relationship status?”
“Nope. Just curious.”
“Oh, princess, you are so dumb it's funny.” Xavier smirked, his hand playing with a stray lock of your hair.
“Asshole.” You didn't attempt to remove his hands from your person, because, well, you were drunk, and he was warm and comfortable. Only that.
Wednesday suddenly stood up, walking towards her cello.
“I find myself in need to ponder something. You can leave if you want.”
“Wednesday!” Enid chided. “Don't be rude.” But the back haired girl was already playing the first accords of “La Llorona” which you didn't think was going to work in a cello, but it did.
“Ohhh, talent show.” Yoko clapped. “Surely Y/N and Xavier could show off too…?”
“Only one of us here can animate things, and it's certainly not me.” You said, finally getting up. The room did not move, which you thought was a good sign. You felt a little wobbly, but you could manage.
“Come on, Y/N.” Enid insisted. “Don't you want to finally settle your rivalry?”
“Not when he has an unfair advantage and an already inflated ego.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Don't be mean, princess. We can even use your preferred medium, only pencil and paper. No powers, I swear.”
“Fine.” You stole two pencils and a notebook from Wednesday's desk. “What will we draw?” You asked, offering one to him. You were seriously hoping he didn't ask for something with straight lines, because you weren't sure you were sober enough for it.
“Do me! Do me!” Enid begged. You looked at Xavier, his eyes shining with a competitive glint.
“Fine by me.” He said, turning, so he was sitting in front of you.
“Thirty minutes?” You asked.
“Fifteen.” He said, and you barely hummed, getting started with the warms up immediately.
“Hey, that's cheating.” Xavier complained, batting at your paper and pouting. He looked like a petulant child, which made you suspect he was drunker than he looked.
“Only warm-ups.” You said, showing the paper to him. He nodded.
“Start in one, two, go!” Ajax said, setting a timer on his phone. Almost immediately, you took another piece of paper, barely glancing at Enid's smiling face. You knew her, she had a sweet face, which made it easier. Not a lot of contrasts there or any hard lines. Your hand practically flew over the paper, frantically sketching and adding depth.
You snuck a quick glance at Xavier, who was intently staring at Enid. You looked at her face too, making sure the proportions were right. Then, noticing you only had five minutes left, you put the pencil down and started making the shadows with your fingers, the quick and dirty way to add depth to your painting. You pulled a hair out of your face, barely pausing your frenetic shading and unable to shake the smile out of your face. You were having fun, you realized. This, this was what you liked about competing with Xavier. It got your blood pumping, and it made your passion and your art even better.
“Time, guys!” Yoko called, and opened another Bloody Mary. You turned towards Xavier, seeing your manic grin perfectly reflected on his face. He showed his drawing to you, so you did the same. His Enid was facing forward, hands held excitedly behind her back, smiling. Your Enid had a fiercer look to her, probably from the different perceptions you both had of her. You had chosen to focus only on her face, going full detail with it. You needed to work on her depth, to make it less two-dimensional. While Xavier's Enid was better in that aspect, almost looking like she was going to jump out of the pages, her hair was wrong. He had been unable to shade it right, and it ended up looking like she was a brunette instead of a blonde with colorful streaks.
“Oh my god, I love it!” Enid screamed. ”Thank you, guys!”
But Xavier seemed distracted, staring intently at your face.
"What?" You asked, defensively.
"Uh, you got something on your face." He pointed vaguely in the direction of your face.
" Where?" You asked, rubbing at your cheek.
"You are making it worse" Then, going forward on his knees, he cuped your face gently. His hand is big, almost swallowing your face. He has never been so bold. "Just let me…" His thumb rubs right under your eye, but Xavier frowns. It must be graphite. You know from personal experience, it is hard to take off. You stare into his eyes, feeling strangely comforted by the way his gaze softened. He's got you feeling warm all over, and it's weird, considering this is your rival. You lower your eyes, but Xavier just grasps your chin more firmly, wetting his thumb. You don't say anything, you don't even move, yet you feel your cheeks heating up. Xavier swipes his thumb against your face again. Suddenly, someone cleared their throat. Xavier's hands drop, and you pull back so fast you end up nearly on Ajax's lap.
“So, who won?” Xavier asked, casually.
“Don´t know man, it´s pretty even.”
“Yeah.” Yoko said. “Maybe we should ask Wednesday.”
“If someone can be impartial, it´s her.” You agreed.
“Care to make it interesting, princess?”
“Sure.”
“If I win, we go to the shed and you let me teach you how to paint with oil. If you win, we do whatever you want.”
“If I win, you convince the principal to give both of us the commission for the mural in Jericho.” Thing was, the major had said it could only be one of you. But if Xavier convinced the principal, maybe…
“That´s fair.”
"Wednesday, which one is better?"
"While this one got the hair color wrong, it looks more real."
"Ha!" Xavier grins. "Get up, princess. You got a new skill to learn."
"Now?" You ask.
"Do you have anything better to do?" And the answer is no, not really. It's a Friday night and the semester has barely started. You don't have any homework or tests coming up. Xavier gets up and offers you a hand. You take it, letting him pull you to your feet. He doesn't let go of your hand, walking you towards the door. "Nice party" Xavier says to Enid, who looks startled. Ajax just laughs.
"You aren't going to kill each other, right?" Yoko asked, giving a pointed glance to the way Xavier was grabbing your hand in his. You could tell she was concerned. Xavier was taller than you by at least ten inches and while he wasn't very muscled, he could easily overpower you. Besides, you were drunk. No, you mentally corrected yourself giving Xavier a look, at the way he almost trembled with nervous energy, you both were.
"We aren't." You squeezed Xavier's hand, and that was it.
The walk towards the shed was silent. You didn't know what to think. This was a face of Xavier you had never seen directed at you and it was making something flutter on your stomach. You knew he was talented and handsome, but most of the time, that took a secondary place because he was making fun of you or screaming at you. Xavier had always had a sweet side, just not with you.
"Right." Xavier opened the door and started setting everything up. " I kind of owe you an apology."
"You do?" You extended a sheet on the floor, having watched enough times Xavier paint to know it would get messy.
"I said once you were a one hit wonder." The smooth flex and roll of his hips when he settles a heavy canvas on an easel makes you stare. You try to focus on how that has you off your game and not in the fight he's referring to. That one had stung. You didn't know why he was bringing it up now, but you definitely wanted to forget it. “Recently, someone made me realize I was taking for granted the privilege of being born in an well off family.”
“Was that Wednesday?” You asked, accepting the brush he was offering.
“She might have said something about a silver spoon.” You laughed. Obviously, the only person capable of making him see sense was fucking Wednesday Addams.
“So, then it didn´t occur to me you might draw all the time with pencil and charcoal because your parents…”
“Yeah, can we not?” You said sharply. You absolutely didn't want to discuss how your parents didn't like your passion and would never support it. Your tongue was way too loose with the alcohol and you were afraid of revealing more than you were comfortable with.
“I´m not saying we need a heart to heart.” He mixed something up in a palette, with an efficiency that could only come from practice. You admired the way it was so second nature to him, he could do it drunk. “But I´m sorry. And I would like if we could stop fighting all the time. I was an asshole.”
“You weren´t the only one. But if you can forgive me, I will forgive you too.”
“Great then. You are welcome to use any of the materials I might have lying around, just don´t touch any work on progress and if you…”
“Excuse me?!” Was he seriously offering what you thought he was offering? Like you were some poor charity case?
“I said that you can share the materials with me.” He patiently stated, giving you the palettes. “Anytime.”
“I'm not some charity case or a damsel in distress to feed your ego complex.” You gave back the brush, forcing him to take it. “I don't want this. I don't need your money.”
“It's not that!” Xavier sighted, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Look, I don't know how I keep fucking things up with you so spectacularly. What I'm trying to say it's that you are a great artist, and you have no chance of competing with me if we are not in even conditions. I have materials to practice, you don't.”
“Why the hell would I even want to compete with you? I thought we weren't going to fight anymore.”
“Oh, you are not this dense, princess. I know you have something more than just air inside that pretty head of yours.”
“I have no clue what you are talking about.” You said, making a face.
“You can't tell me you didn't felt it before.” Xavier said, walking towards you. “The rush, the adrenaline high it gives us, the way you feel more alive. When we are making art, side by side, it's like the world melts away…”
“And nothing else matters. It's like your passion for art gets multiplied tenfold.” You completed, smiling sadly. “Yeah, I know the feeling.”
“Don't you see it, then? We push each other, we make the other a better artist. I want more of that in my life. My best pieces had come from competing with you. I am giving you the same advantages I have.”
“Not the same. “ You said, cleverly. “I don´t have a clue of how to use all of this.”
“Good thing you got yourself a teacher.” Xavier smirked. “If you agree to it.”
“Go ahead, then. What´s the first thing to know about oil painting?” You said, lifting up the brush.
“First thing to know, this is not charcoal or a pencil.” You threw him a look over your shoulder, like he was stating the obvious. “Can I touch you?” He asked.
“Sure.” Xavier stepped behind you, lightly grabbing your wrist and kicking at your feet to widen your stance. Then, he corrected your grip on the brush, pushing your fingers near the end of it.
“You need to make your movements fluid or else the brush strokes will look odd. You can just stop a trace, you need to make them flow.” With that piece of advice, he guided your hand into drawing a line, curving it slightly when he got to the end. “But if you want texture, then you should just go for it.”
“Really?” You asked, turning slightly your head to look at him and accidentally reclining your head on his chest. Suddenly, his face was close to yours. Way to close. You could count the specks of blue and grey on his eyes, see clearly the darker rim around his iris. Maybe it was the pose, or the vodka, but something about the way Xavier was looking at you was making your breath catch in your throat. This was a bad idea. Oh god, it was the mother of all bad ideas. Xavier´s eyes dropped to your lips, still frozen in a small, teasing smile. Then, back, to your eyes. He was asking permission, surely knowing this was a bad idea. But instead of saying something, you let the brush clatter to the floor, forgotten, and fully turned. Then, looking at him directly in the eyes and lifting yourself on your tiptoes, you went in for the kiss.
Xavier´s hands went immediately to your face, gently cradling it upwards. He smelt like turpentine and paint, and something so him it made you smile into the kiss. His mouth was soft against you, and tasted like the cheap vodka you were both drinking. You wondered if he thought the same about you. Xavier kept the kiss gentle, giving you ample of opportunity to pull away, but you didn´t want to. You pulled him closer, making him stumble and you both nearly fell over the canvas. Without breaking the kiss, one of his hands went immediately to steady you. You laughed a little, startled when he did the same into the kiss. He pressed more into your space, finally sending the easel, the palette, and canvas all crashing down in a giant mess. You could stop this time the laugh thath came over you and neither could he. You pulled apart, looking at the splatters of paint on the floor and kept laughing.
“We are acting like kids.” He said, but was unable to keep the smile off his face.
“I put a sheet before.” You smiled at him when he looked at you like you had just hung the moon or something. “Besides, we are drunk.”
“Yeah.” He said, peppering your face with kisses. You grabbed him by the lapels, and pulled him for another kiss, still grinning. “We should stop. We are drunk.” Xavier insisted.
“Compromise?” You asked, kissing the corner of his mouth. You were unable to keep your hands off him, it seemed.
“Depends on the deal.” Xavier answered, exposing his neck for you to kiss. You gave into the tentation and kissed one of his tendons.
“You hold me while we sleep and talk it over tomorrow?” You asked and he merely hummed.
"Dorm or here?"
"Here." You said, pecking him one last time on the lips. Xavier pulled a couple of sheets together and got started on making a small nest for you two to sleep. “Aren´t you scared tomorrow we will freak out and…?”
“Go back as we were?” He asked, while you picked up the canvas and the palettes, carefully setting them aside. “ It's better to have stopped as we were than to take it further. Besides… I know I won't be freaking out tomorrow. I have made my peace with these feelings a long time ago.”
You arched an eyebrow. Xavier was already laying down, with his head on one of the throw pillows you insisted on having around, and he claimed to despise. You knew they were useful. “What about me?”
“I'm drunk enough not to care.” He answered, nonchalantly. Then, making grabby hands at you like an overgrown toddler. “Come here. We can regret it tomorrow.”
He was right. Oh, how you hated that about him, the way he was unashamed and unapologetic about his feelings. It was admirable, really. He knew himself, in and out. Knew what he wanted and wasn´t going to apologize for it. You kicked your shoes off and crawled next to him. Xavier was warm, and smelled of all your favorite things. You knew he was an affectionate drunk, just like you. So, you took advantage and layed down on his chest, burrowing your face on his neck and tangling your feet together. He just made a happy noise, not commenting on the way you just assumed. You fell asleep that way.
The next morning, you woke up to the smell of turpentine and a pounding headache.
“Oh god, you can´t seriously be painting right now.” You muttered, covering your eyes with your hand. Everything was way to bright. And you were cold. Not only Xavier had gotten up to paint, leaving you alone on the floor, he had also taken the security measures you were already familiar with when working with toxic paint. That meant, he had opened every fucking window in the place.
“So. “ He said, putting down the brush from the painting he was working on. Casually, way to casually. “Any regrets?”
You sat up slowly. This was it. You could take a leap of faith or pretend nothing had happened. You risked a glance at his painting. It was a sketch of a faceless girl. But the arch of the foot, the way the waist dipped onto the hips, the coy pose of looking over her shoulder, you knew that body, that attitude. You saw it everyday in the mirror. He was taking his own leapt of fate and what else could you do but extend your hand and jump with him? Besides, you were never good at pretending, not even at lying to yourself. You had tried to pretend to hate Xavier, and we all knew how that ended.
“Only the drinking. If we were sober, we could have had so much more fun.” You said, quickly, before his face could fall. The change was immediate. Xavier snorted a bit, lowering his face and then, his trademark cocky smile made its appearance. The one that screamed Xavier Thorpe is a winner and had been the source of many headaches and rage fueled screaming matches for you over the years.
“You know, for someone so talented, you sure were dense.” Xavier commented, sitting on a stool.
“Yeah, and for such a smart ass, you certainly could have chosen a better strategy.” You got up from the nest of blankets and runned your fingers through your hair. “Pulling on my pigtails?”
“Bad attention is still attention.” Xavier gave you a sideways smirk. “There´s water and Advil over there.” He gestured towards your work table. “Besides, it worked.”
You took your time drinking the water and the painkiller. You made sure to rinse the bad taste out of your mouth, wouldn´t want that ruining your plans. Xavier didn´t look like he had showered and was still wearing yesterday´s clothes, buth he had been awake longer than you.
He didn´t make any move towards continuing his painting. He kept looking at you from the stool, a self satisfied smirk in place. That wasn't going to work. You settled down your water and walked towards him, dropping onto his lap.
“Hey.” You said, looking intently at his eyes and then to his mouth.
“Hey.” Xavier answered, one hand tangling on your hair, the other on your hip. He kissed you slowly and lazily. It was perfect and you could not help but melt against him. One kiss turned into two, and three, and before you knew it, they stopped being lazy and turned more purposeful.
“I hate you.” You groaned, when he started laying kisses on your jaw and neck.
“Bit late for that, princess.” He smiled against your skin, slowly kissing a path towards your clavicle. You tangled your hands in his hair, making Xavier groan.
“Oh, you like that?” You mocked him. “ Poor thing.”
“I'm going to take my time with you.” Xavier promised, slowly peeling your shirt off, leaving you in your bra. “Just for being mean.” His fingers dragged over your clavicles and the cups of your bra, never actually touching you in the ways you wanted. Xavier looked at you straight in the eyes, his smugness clear. Embarrassingly, you were already getting wet. You weren't a patient person, and you knew you couldn't beat him at this, so you changed the game.
“Off.” You demanded, tugging at his t-shirt. “Now.”
He lifted his eyebrows. “Who died and made you queen?” But for all his grumbling, he obeyed. You tilted your head, looking appreciatively at his golden, freckled shoulders and chest. Perfect for what you had in mind. You cradled his head on your hand, lightly scratching at his scalp with your nails. And then, lower, and lower, until you were scratching his back and making him arch against you with a confused expression, that was half pain, half pleasure. “Well played.” He said, and took off your bra, unhooking it with an ease that spoke of practice. That was okay, it wasn't your first time either. Finally, you thought, finally he was going to do something. But you were wrong again. Xavier lightly cupped one of your breasts in his hands, pulling you for a kiss. He kept his touch light, and you could feel the self-satisfaction radiating from him in waves. Smug bastard, you thought.
“Asshole.” You said, and pulled his hair, forcing him to expose his throat. Xavier bit his lips, but was unable to contain his laughter. You kissed your way down from his jaw to his neck, where you spent a fair amount of time running your teeth against his collarbones and soothing the bites with your tongue. “Not so smug now, are we?”
“If I were you, I wouldn't be so sure, princess. “ And with that, he pinched your nipple lightly, making you moan. It seemed that there was no way to win this game of his, and you were smart enough to accept your defeat.
“Fine!” You said, arching your back and trying to press your chest against his hands. “I fold. We are doing this your way, but please do something”
“Oh, princess. Thought you never ask.” He lifted you easily, scaringly so. You wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him to carry you to the nest of blankets. You were unable to hide the way your breath changed when your clothed core pressed against his stomach, or at the way he squeezed your thighs. “Oh, you like this? You poor, poor thing.”
“Fuck you.” You said, pulling your pants off without caring if he saw how soaked you were. By this point, you felt like you were going to lose your mind if he didn't do something. He kneeled between your spread legs, in a pose mockingly similar to what you really wanted.
“Now, that was not nice. Pretty girl, with a mouth like that?” Xavier rubbed his thumb against your lower lip. He did a tsk sound, but you ignored him, choosing instead to capture his finger between your lips. Looking him straight into the eyes, you sucked at it, giving him only a hint of teeth. His pupils dilated and he closed his eyes for a second. Hook, line…
“My mouth can do so much more…” You said, lazily drawing ribons with your tongue on his thumb. “If you let me. “ It had been the wrong thing to say. Xavier pulled his thumb out of your mouth and shook his head a little.
“I don´t think so. “ And he was leaning down and taking one of your nipples on his mouth. You gave a surprised inhale, arching your back. It felt so good. You tried grabbing his hair to encourage him, but his hand stopped you. At first, he grabbed your wrist, but then, he took your hand in his, holding it.
“Please, Xavier, please…” Turns out, you weren´t above begging. You could feel his satisfied smile against your skin, again. God, didn´t this boy get tired of being smug?
“Now, that´s more like it. You sound much nicer begging me to fuck you than screaming insults.” He paused to give you a glance, noting with interest the way your blush went from your face yo your chest and committing it to memory for his next painting.
“Are you seriously using this as payback?!” You asked, indignantly. Because if so, this was going to be a very long morning. Xavier ignored you, placing an open-mouthed kiss to your navel. Then, he went lower, taking off your underwear.
“You are this wet for me, princess?” He smirked, licking a strip from your hole to your trhobbing clit and holding your hips down when you bucked from the floor.
“Xavier, please, I will beg you on my knees if you want, but please, please, please…” You said, losing entirely your dignity when he started pressing kisses to your pussy. It was too much, and he was holding your hands with his, preventing any attempt on your part to do something.
“I asked you something, princess.” There was a dark glint in his eyes, something that wasn't there before. It was… possessive, even. But you were lost, too overwhelmed to even think straight, much less understand what he was referencing.
“What?” Unfortunately for you, you had no clue what he was talking about. Your only thought was getting as much as skin to skin contact with Xavier as you could, so maybe he would fuck you. ”I don't, Xavier, Xavier, please.” You begged.
“I asked, who are you this wet for?” He enunciated, patiently. So that was what he wanted. You could give it to him, hell, at this point it was easy and evident. You would have said anything to get him to fuck you.
“You, you, Xavier, Xavi, please.” The nickname was a new one, but he seemed to like it, because he was taking off his pants and pulling himself out of his boxers. He had a nice cock, proportionate to his height, and with a pink tip that was begging to be sucked. He quickly and efficiently rolled a condom onto himself and pressed slightly against your entrance. You felt tempted to make a sarcastic comment about his confidence this was going to happen, but choose to keep quiet. You weren't sure if you wanted to keep snarking at him.
“I guess that was a good answer, but a little delayed. We'll need to work on your delivery.” He said, and leaned for a kiss. He smelled strongly of your juices. “Now, what do good girls say?”
“Asshole.” You answered, having used the brief respite to regain your wits and your spine, because you weren't the kind of person who went down without a fight. You were his competition for the last years, and you made sure to give as good as you got, damn it. Besides, teasing him was fun.“ Smug bastard, asshole, dick…” You gave him a sweet smile, letting the profanities tumble out of your mouth.
Xavier pulled back, shaking his head. He rubbed the tip of his cock against your clit, up and down, up and down, in a maddening slow manner. You had to give it to him, he had self-control. You closed your eyes and whimpered pathetically. That had been a bad idea. Your pride could have taken the blow of not resisting until the very end, but you had chosen to be a brat and now Xavier would make sure to make you pay.
“Cute.” Xavier smiled. “Let´s try again.” And he just leaned back, resting his weight on his heels, totally unbothered by the situation.
“You win!” You said, pathetically. Oh, your revenge would be terrible. Next time, he would be the one crying and begging. You would make sure of it. “Just fuck me already.”
“Mmm, won't do. You are a good girl, be polite.”
“Xavier, please, I will cry if you don't fuck me right now. Please, please, please.”
“That's more like it.” And with a painstakingly slow thrust of his hips, he was finally inside you. Immediately, you wrapped your legs around his back, digging your heels on his back. “Good?” Xavier asked, planting a kiss on your cheek.
“More than.” You answered, eyes closed in bliss. Xavier was just the perfect size to make you feel the stretch, but not hurt you. “Now move.”
He started to protest, but you clenched around him. You were getting fucked now, if Xavier liked it or not. Period.
“Got it, pretty girl.” Xavier settled on a moderate pace, hitting that interesting place inside you just right. You clawed at his back, desperate to find some kind of purchase and to meet him thrust by thrust. “You look so good taking my cock.”
“Less talk, more fucki-oh.” You started saying, but Xavier seemingly took offense, because before you could finish your piece, he set a more punishing pace, punching the air out of your lungs. You couldn't help but moan.
“So, you don´t, fuck you are tight, you don´t like hearing me telling you how good you look?” Xavier panted, malicious grin back in place. He thumbed at your clit, never stopping his thrusting. “Because you look good enough to eat, trust me.”
You couldn't think of a smart thing to say. Not a single one. You just held desperately to him, hands clammy from the seat of your bodies. The world could have been ending, and you wouldn't notice. “Xavier.” You begged, not even knowing what you were asking for. He was everywhere, hands on your hips, hair, neck, clit. It was getting too much. “Xavier.” Again, more urgent. “Xavier, please.” And it sounded more like a sob.
“Shhh, I got you. “ Xavier leaned down, taking one of your nipples on his mouth. His back bowed, almost uncomfortable. The fucking height difference. His hand rubbed at your clit, faster this time. His thrusts, hitting the perfect spot. It was too much. You surrendered to the pleasures, coming so hard you could swear you blacked out for a second. Xavier fucked you through it, extending the pleasure. You couldn't, for the life of you, stop the tears from falling. You were trembling all over, frantically gasping for air like a woman drowning. When your breath finally calmed down a little, Xavier brushed your hair out of your face. “You with me?” He asked, soothingly brushing your inner thigh back and forth.
“Yeah.” You hided your face in your hands. God, that was embarrassing. Crying during sex? It had never happened to you before.
“Hey, it's cool.” Xavier said, keeping himself immobile. He was still inside you, you realized. Still hard, too. “Prettiest thing I have seen. Do you want me to keep going?”
“Yes.” You rolled your hips against him and tightened yourself, making him buck and curse. You smiled slightly. “Come on, Thorpe. Give it to me.” He gave a startled laugh at the use of his last name, but started moving again.
His thrusting became more erratic, now that he was focused only in his own pleasure. He tried to hide his face on the crook of your neck, but you were having none of it. You pulled at his hair, making him groan. “Come on, let me watch you.” Xavier obeyed, a pretty blush making its way to his face, neck, and ears. He looked… absolutely decadent. You got what he meant now, by good enough to eat. With your own perverse smile, you bit into his shoulder. It was a guess, but an accurate one. Apparently, he liked some pain mixed in with his pleasure. Xavier came with a quiet moan of your name, trembling in your arms. He collapsed on top of you. You didn't say anything, but he rolled off, taking off the condom and knotting it.
Suddenly, the door to the shed opened.
“Oh my fucking…!” Yoko said, covering her eyes. Next to her, Ajax barked out a laugh.“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“What the hell?” Xavier asked, covering himself with one of the sheets and throwing his shirt to you. You quickly put it on.
“Y/N didn't come back last night to the dorm. I thought you killed her, so I got Ajax to come with me to look for her.” Yoko explained, peeking through her fingers.
“Yeah, he killed her with his dick.” Ajax snorted, unable to keep a straight face.
“Thank you for looking out for me, Yoko. I'm sorry for worrying you.” You said to her. The look on her eyes told you you owed her so many lattes it would be a century before she bought coffe herself.
“Why would you assume I killed her?” Xavier asked, indignantly. “She was the one who set a carnivore plant on me!” He complained.
“That was one time!” You screamed.
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pairing - xavier thorpe x fem!reader
type - smut, fluff 16+
summary - coming to xavier for comfort, you get something else
warnings / includes - language, smut with plot!! (sorry not sorry) bsf to lovers, oblivious idiots in love, cheating, toxic relationship, semi soft sex, body worship, first time sex, unprotected sex (this is fiction, use protection in real life) alternate uni where xavier doesn’t like Wednesday (romantically)
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You wrap your arms around yourself tighter, sniffling as you walk through the forest. The leaves crunch under your sneakers, branches snapping with each stomp you make. You walk as fast as you can, needing some relief after the horrible fight you’ve just had.
Another argument sparked with your boyfriend. Surprised? No. Hurt? Yes. Annoyingly, so. Each fight seems worse, and no matter how redundant the topics are, your boyfriend manages to say worse things each time. You’re always left sobbing and alone.
But tonight you decided to reach out to the person who always told you to come to him when you needed a friend. You were going to see how well he was going to keep his word.
You softly knock on his door, shivering in the chilly night. You put your ear up to his door, hearing silence. You purse your lips and look back, debating whether or not to go. He doesn’t need to be bothered at this time of night. Not when it’s over relationship drama.
You begin to turn around, but you stop as you hear the door unlock. You turn back around, seeing Xavier in his pajamas and navy blue shirt. His hair is tousled and tangled, sticking up every which way.
“Y/n? What’re you doing here?” he asks, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
You let out a shaky breath, about to start crying again. Just thinking about your argument made you shed tears. You didn’t know how you were going to be able to articulate it.
Xavier becomes more alert as he sees a few tears run down your cheeks. He softly but firmly grabs your hand, pulling you into his dorm. He pulls you into a hug, wrapping his long arms around your back. You melt into him, thankful for the warmth and the comfort. You begin to cry more into his chest, hiccuping and snotting all over his robe.
He rubs your back soothingly, presses a light kiss to the crown of your head. The hand that’s not rubbing your back cradles the back of your head, holding you ever closer. You two stay there for a few good minutes before you are ready to pull away and speak.
Your throat is scratchy and your eyes bloodshot. Streaks of tears seem to be imprinted on your face. Your lips are puffy and swollen, some snot drying from the corners of your nostrils. But Xavier notices none of that. He cups your face, wiping the remaining tears with his thumb. His brows are furrowed as he looks back forth between your eyes, trying to conjure up his own explanation of why you’re crying in his arms at 2:28 AM.
“Let’s sit down,” he says softly, his voice hoarse from just waking up. He leads you to his bed, wrapping a blanket around you to keep you warm. He interlocks hands with you, keeping them warm. “What did he say to you?”
“Same old shit,” you sigh. “Accusing me, blaming me, shit-talking me, making rumors up about me.”
Xavier sighs heavily. You see him roll his eyes out from the corner of your eye.
“Did he hurt you?” he asks. “I mean, yeah. I’m crying,” you chuckle sourly.
“Did he touch you?” he clarifies. “No,” you shake your head. “You know he’s not like that.”
“He’s still an asshole,” he mutters. “Definitely,” you nod. “First he tells his buddies that I’m great in bed, then he accuses me of cheating, again. I mean, if he’s going to accuse me of something, he could at least change it up. Like I killed someone, or something,” you scoff.
Xavier chuckles a little. You glance at him and half smile.
“He shouldn’t be going around telling anybody about your business,” he states.
“I know, and I’ve told him. And he always promises he’ll shut up, but the next day I’m the talk of the school again!” you exclaim, frustrated.
Xavier thinks back to what he’s heard his peers say about you behind your back. Over-sexualizing you to the point where it makes him sick to his stomach. He would be lying if he said he had never thought about you sexually, but only briefly. Mostly in passing when he notices the nice dress you might be wearing, or if his mind wanders too far when he’s about to go to sleep. But the comments he hears are vile and disgusting. And especially since they are from your boyfriend who is supposed to be respecting your boundaries.
“I hope you know that when I hear those comments, I try to shut them down,” Xavier says.
Your smile now is bigger than the one before. “Really?”
“Yep,” he nods proudly. “I almost punched a guy once,” he admits.
“I appreciate it,” you pat his hand. “But you don’t need to be playing hero for me. This is my issue. My problem. My relationship.”
“Just because it’s your relationship doesn’t mean you can’t have help,” Xavier states.
You nod slowly and huff, your shoulder sagging. “But this is my own mess. I’m so stupid, Xavi.”
Xavier furrows his brows, squeezing your hand for support. “You’re not stupid.”
“Yes, I am. I mean, we fight and don’t talk to each other for a day. Then he says nice things to me and kisses me and… and I’m reminded of the guy that I fell I love with,” you mumble.
Your words are like a punch to the gut for Xavier. His hand that’s not holding yours balls into a fist, his knuckles becoming white. He wants to tell you to leave him. That this vicious cycle is toxic, but it’s nothing you don’t know already. Your boyfriend just has you under his ridiculous spell.
Maybe he could tell you. If you’ll allow him.
“Tell me if I’m overstepping, okay?” Xavier asks.
You nod and sit silently, anxious to hear what he has to say.
“Maybe he was never they guy you fell in love with. Have you ever thought that this guy who constantly is hurting you is the real him?”
This makes your heart drop. You feel sick to your stomach. You feel ridiculous now. Of course you have thought about that. This is what Wednesday told you after your second fight with him. But you stay with him because, well, you’re naive enough to fall for his apologies and sweet talk.
You’re so worthless, you think. So pathetic. Staying with a guy who is a piece of shit, and treats you like a bigger one. You can’t help but cry again.
Xavier’s eyes widens in panic. He regrets what he said. He knew he should have kept his mouth shut. You came to him looking for comfort, not advice. Not the truth. And now he’s made you do the one thing he swore he would never make you do: cry.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he mumbles, getting up and spinning in circles to try and find tissues.
“Xavier,” you call out, voice breaking. He ignores you, still trying to find those tissues and thinking of ways to make you feel better.
“Xavier,” you say louder. You groan as he still doesn’t face you. “Xavier!” you shout.
He spins around, box of tissues in his hand. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be. You’re right. I know it, and you definitely do. It just.. sucks to hear,” you laugh breathily.
He nods, gulping hard. He sits back down next to you, holding out the tissues for you. You take them thankfully, blowing your nose and dabbing your eyes. You stay silent for a couple of minutes.
Xavier waits patiently for you to collect your thoughts, admiring you in the meantime. Your eyes are glassy from the tears, but you still have a spark in your eye that he loves to see. Your shirt, that’s ironically your boyfriend’s, hangs off of your shoulder slightly. Your leg bounces up and down as you twiddle with the hem of the shirt. In the dim light of his room, Xavier can see the dark circles under your eyes from the nights that he’s sure are full of screaming and crying instead of sleeping peacefully.
God, what he would to kiss you right now.
“I’ll end it with him tomorrow,” you decide.
Xavier’s eyes light up. He tries to contain the joy in his face, but fails embarrassingly. He grabs your hand that’s on your bed, squeezing it.
“I-I’m happy to hear that,” he stammers. “I know,” you chuckle. “You hate him.”
“Well, I can’t exactly like the guy that makes you feel like shit,” he snorts.
“Thank you for helping me,” you smile.
You hug him tightly, closing your eyes and burying your face into his shoulder. He quickly wraps his arms around you, holding you close to him. He kisses your forehead as you pull away. You smile softly, your breath becoming caught in your throat. You notice his eyes flutter down to your lips, eyeing them for a few moments. His hazel eyes meet yours. Even in the low light, you can see the golden brown flecks around his pupils.
His hand cups your cheek again, bringing your face closer. Your heart pounds in your chest. You can hear it in your ears. Your eyes frantically look over him, studying his body language. His other hand rests on your mid-thigh, warmth from his palm spreading to just below your waist.
“Xavier, what’re you doing?” you whisper.
“I…” he fails to get out the words. He’s so nervous, he can barely speak. He’s been waiting for this moment for a year now, as pathetic as it sounds.
“I thought you liked Wednesday,” you wonder.
Xavier’s brows raise and he pulls back. “Where did to get that idea?”
“You’re always following her around like a lost puppy. You even were excited about going to the Rave’N with her,” you explain.
“I was following her around because she found about my club, remember? And I wanted to get to know her more, but as friend. I don’t like her like that. Not like I like you,” he says. Saying that is like a weight has lifted off of his shoulders. Even if you don’t feel the same, which he is ready to accept, at least he is not carrying this huge secret with him. Maybe you two can still continue to be friends, too. He’d be willing to suck it up for you.
Your heart jumps with excitement. You never thought about Xavier liking you. Well, there was a tiny chance when you started dating your boyfriend. Xavier would hang around more, blatantly insult your boyfriend, try to get Ajax to stone him even. He stopped after a week or so once he realized you were serious about the guy. Not so say you weren’t, but you did miss Xavier’s efforts to get your attention.
But now you’re completely done with your boyfriend. You realize you’ve been for a while now. You’ve just been hanging on to whatever you thought you could still make work. It’s clear to you now that nothing could fix you, too, except for breaking up. That solution sounds very good. And to be frank, kissing Xavier sounds even better.
“Did I say too much?” Xavier asks, his voice a tiny bit above a whisper.
“No,” you shake your head, beginning to smile from ear to ear. “You’ve said just enough.” you bridge the gap between you two. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, your fingers sifting through his tousled hair. You bring your body up close to his, lightly pressing your chest against his.
He’s shocked and you can tell. He doesn’t reciprocate until you pull away. He brings you back, his arms holding you even closer. You sit up on your knees, taking a shallow breath as you move him to the middle of his bed. He crawls backwards until his back hits the backboard. You straddle his hips, feeling his boner up against your thigh.
Your hands slips down to his shirt, lifting it up slowly. He raises his arms, your kiss breaking for a few seconds before your lips meet again. Your teeth clash with each other, tongues tasting each other. The kiss is sloppy now, needy and fervent, but passionate.
You run your hands down his chest, his hot skin burning the palms of your hands. His hands snake under your boyfriend’s shirt, feeling your bare back. You place your hands at the bottom of your shirt, taking it off.
Xavier’s eyes practically bulge out of his head. Your tits sit so pretty, your nipples hard as a rock as the cold air nips them. He becomes impossibly harder, feeling the pre-cum soak the waistband of his underwear.
He doesn’t waste any time staring. He dives down and kisses your neck, sucking harshly on your smooth skin. He places sweet kisses along your shoulders, licking a trial down the valley between your breasts. He attaches his mouth to your nipple, raising his hand to massage your other boob.
“Enjoying yourself?” you snicker, your head tipping back in pleasure.
He looks up at you from your body, his lips sucking your boob. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
Your whole body feels like it’s on fire now. He smirks as he feels your body temperature rise. You smile shyly in reply. Without warning, he grabs your hips, lifting you up and flipping you two over. Your head hits the pillows, back sinking down into the mattress. You look up and see Xavier settling between your thighs. His hair cascades down his face, creating shadows over his cheeks.
Your run your hands through his hair, tucking the strands behind his ears. He smiles down at you, those smile lines you always loved so much creating ripples in his skin. His hands massage your sides, allowing you to relax even further into the bed.
“You’re so beautiful, Y/n. I don’t understand how someone could treat you so poorly. You deserve so much more,” he beams, gazing into your eyes.
You lean up to his ear, nibbling on the skin just below it. A thrill runs up his spine, his eyes fluttering close. “Show me, then,” you whisper.
His head is spinning and heart pounding. He nods excitedly, kissing down your stomach, leaving no skin untouched. You let out a breathy moan in need. You want him so bad it hurts. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to obtain the friction you’re craving. He notices how much you’re moving in bed, taking one hand to trail down to your pants. He looks up at you, his eyes meeting yours. His fingers hook under the waistband of your pants. You nod quickly, your own hands shooting down to your pants and practically ripping them off.
You kick off your pants onto the floor, leaving you almost naked. There’s a jolt of excitement that runs through his veins. His hands feels over your black panties, feeling a little wet spot right in the middle. His cock twitches in his pants as he thinks about how wet you must be, and all because of him.
Xavier picks the pace back up, trailing his lips down your stomach. You feel giddy as his lips get closer to your pussy. You feel the heartbeat between your legs, waiting painfully in anticipation for him to touch you.
He places a kiss over your underwear. You’re so pathetic you moan loudly. You buck your hips up, his nose bumping against your mound. He smiles against the fabric, bringing his head down lower to your thighs. He softly sucks your inner thighs, his hands creeping under your panties. His fingers part your pussy lips, slipping inside to feel the warm, slick center. He swallowed hard, throat becoming dry. You’re seeping juices out from your underwear and soaking his bedsheets.
You’re a little embarrassed. He hasn’t done much but kiss and touch you, and you’re already a mess. Despite your boyfriend bragging about you, you two barely ever had sex. And if you did, it wasn’t very good. Tonight was a big relief for you, especially since Xavier is doing so well, too. Your standards are so low, but you know that Xavier will raise them.
He slips two fingers inside, moving them in and out slowly. Your pussy makes a gushing noise, making him smirk up at you. He peers up at you from under his long lashes. You face feels hot as you see his cocky grin.
“You must really be desperate, huh?” he asks. His fingers go in deeper, moving up and down inside of you. He moves his body to tower over you, no wavering in his hand movements. His head hangs down next to your ear. His hair tickles your cheek. Your laugh and moan at the same time, his fingers fucking you feeling so good.
“Let me guess, he doesn’t pleasure you this well, huh?” he whispers.
“Mm-hm,” you shake your head. His other hand is on your thigh. He moves it down to your underwear, slipping under the top and finding your clit with ease. One of your hands flies up to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.
“Fuck, Xavier,” you say breathily. “Shit. Ah… ah, Xavier,” you moan. “Need more,” you whine.
You bring your other hand down between you two, tugging on the drawstring of his pants. Xavier pulls away, getting off the bed and taking off his underwear and pants.
You knew him being 6’2” would give him some length. His cock is an angry red, pre-cum leaking down and coating the sides. Your mind runs wild with how he’ll feel inside of you.
You take off your underwear, leaving both of you naked. He climbs back into the bed, sitting between your thighs. You place your hand on the back of his neck, your fingers entangling themselves in his hair. You bring his head down to yours, kissing him slowly. His heart flutters, ears turning pink as he becomes flustered. Your hand snakes down between you two, wrapping around his dick and giving him a few pumps. The pre-cum runs down your hand and drips onto your thighs.
“Wait,” he pulls away. “Do you not want to do this?” you ask, ready to get out of bed and put your panties back on.
“No, I do. Trust me, I… I really want to. But this is my first time,” he confesses.
You smile brightly, gently taking his hand and intertwining your fingers with his. “It’ll be mine, too.”
He furrows his brows. “I-I thought —?”
“Yeah, I never allowed him to go that far,” you chuckle. “I was waiting for someone special,” you grin, rubbing your thumb across his knuckles.
Pride fills his chest. He can’t wipe the smile off of his face. His cheeks already hurt from smiling so hard. He squeezes your hand, diving down to kiss you. You both are smiling, unable to properly kiss each other. He rests his forehead onto yours, looking into your eyes.
“I’ll go slow. Tell me if it hurts or anything, okay?” he asks.
You nod, spreading your legs. You try to relax as much as you can, but you’re too excited. You’ve always liked Xavier. You’ve always loved him. There’s no doubt in your mind he’s the right person for you, the right person to do this with.
He parts your pussy with his tip, slowly sliding in. Your nails dig into his hand and bicep. You bite your lip harshly, almost drawling blood.
“You okay?” he asks. “Mmhm,” you nod. You take a big deep breath in and out as he continues. “Stop, stop. I-I don’t think I can have you go any further.”
He nods in understanding, kissing your cheek sweetly. “Feels so good to me, anyways. No matter how much of me is inside.”
You giggle at his kind words, capturing his lips into a kiss once more. He slips out of you and slowly enters you, the small amount of friction making him moan in your mouth. One of his hands rests behind your head while the other goes down between you two, finding your clit. You let out a whiny moan, grabbing onto his skin.
He picks up the pace each second and you get more acquainted with his size.
“More,” you demand. He doesn’t question it, slipping another inch into you.
Your toes curl at the end of the bed. You plant your feet into the mattress, bucking your hips up to meet his. You both groan loudly, Xavier’s eyes rolling back while your head tilts back into the pillows, breaking the kiss.
“You feel so good, fuck,” he mumbles. He opens his eyes, looking down and watching as his dick exits and enters you. His pre-cum mixes with your juices, making a sloshing sound.
“Mm, Xavier. Right here,” you gasp. You buck your hips back up, his dick hitting your g-spot with just enough pressure. “Shit. Ju-just like that. Yeah, yeah. Ah, ah! Xavier!” you shout.
His thumb that’s on your clit circles it faster, his hips snapping with yours. Your muscles clench around him, and he’s almost done for. He doesn’t want to come until you do, though. He’s determined.
Your fingers scrap down his back, your body arching. Your chest meets his, the sweat from both your bodies mixing. Xavier presses his lips to yours in a messy, wet, hot kiss. His hot breath fans over the side of your mouth, his teeth clashing with yours.
“Xavi, I’m close,” you moan, eyes screwing shut. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. D-Don’t change anything. Ah, fuck.”
He keeps the exact same pressure and pace, looking down at your face. You look so beautiful when about to come. Your jaw dropped with sweat lining your neck. Your eyes are rolled back, head digging into the pillows.
“Xavier, I’m gonna, I’m gonna come! I-I’m gonna —!”
You muscles tense up and you feel the pressure lifting off of your tummy.
“Oh, fuck, Y/n,” he groans, gripping the pillow next to your head. He pulls out quickly, his whole body shaking as he comes. He manages to turn his body to the side, getting a little bit of cum on your thigh.
“S-sorry,” he stammers, quickly getting a tissue and wiping your thigh.
“No worries,” you smile. “Are you, uh, on birth control?” Xavier asks, still a little breathless.
“Yes,” you nod. “If I wasn’t, I would’ve asked for a condom.”
He smiles and nods, “right.” he puts his underwear and pants back on. He grabs your clothes, setting them on the bed next to you. “Would you like some water? Or a snack?”
“I would love some water, thank you.” you nod. You take your clothes and head to the bathroom. Xavier jogs over to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you back.
“Do you feel okay?” he asks. “Yes. I feel a little sore, but I’ll be okay,” you answer.
“Okay,” he grins. He leans down and pecks your cheek and forehead. “I love you.”
You sigh happily and wrap your arms around him, hugging him tightly. “I love you.“
He kisses the side of your head before pulling away. “What if your boyfriend finds out?”
“He’ll be my ex by then,” you shrug. “And I’ll be able to make up rumors about him. Like how he’s so bad and that’s why I went to you,” you wink.
Xavier smirks, “he’ll be pissed.”
“Mm, good,” you hum. You lean up and kiss him. “He deserves it.”
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I would love more smutty dark Tyler/ Xavier please!!!!
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Tyler comes back covered in blood and he pushed reader into doggy, holding her hair roughly as he whispers to her thrusting harshly into her making her whine and grip the sheets.
"Missed my little whore, you love it when i come back covered in blood. I just killed that guy who flirted with you today. I made him beg for his pathetic life for even looking at my girlfriend, you're mine Y/n. Never forget that." Y/n nodding as she moan his name as Tyler ruthlessly pounds into her loving how she tries to meet him thrusts as he smears blood over her gripping her hair tightly as she whimpers in sweet pain. His hand gripping her waist tightly as he leans down biting her shoulder blade as she cries out clenching around him as he groans out her name.
Xavier:
Honestly i have this awful thought of being ducked by his paintbrush but that is A WHOLE DIFFERENT THING HONESTLY
He bend Y/n over his desk as faces her towards all the painters of her, Y/n moaning as tears fall down her face she'd only come to ask him for a coffee date and found his masturbating to paintings of her, Xavier grabbing her before she can run away and whispering how sweet she is, how he just wants her to love him and she was stupid enough to kiss him back. Now she's whimpering at the harsh pace as he smears paint over her using his powers to make her watch him fuck her through his paintings, Y/n moaning out as he hits every spot inside her.
"You're mine, fuck look at you watching yourself get fucked like a good girl. My good girl." Xavier runs his hand along her back pressing her further against the table as he pounds into her loving the little squeak she lets out.
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I promise.
Xavier x Reader
Reader: Wednesday’s twin, the twins can share powers because they are connected, and Y/N can control electricity.
“I tried being your friend,” he scoffs. “Look where that got me.”
“This isn't about us, Xavier.”
He lunged forward, chains rattling, he points at me. “No, it’s about you!”
His eyes flicker over to Wednesday. “Every time you both get involved, people get hurt.” He makes eye contact with me. “You’re toxic. All you ever do is make things worse.”
Wednesday takes a step toward the cell, an effort to put some distance between us.
I put my head down and close my eyes. Wednesday watches as I wipe all of my emotions away. She steps away from the cage.
I open up the page revealing the picture of Wednesday and I on the battle field with the pilgrim.
“Tyler warned me that something bad was coming. And I think—“ “No!” Xavier raises his voice. “You’ve already shown me that. I don’t care.”
Y/N gulps. Wednesday feels a wave of grief wash over her. This is her fault. She was the one who pushed her sister to indulge in a friendship with Tyler. She is the one who tried to shove off her sisters need for love and affection onto someone else. She is the one who turned her against Xavier and sent her to the lions den.
“Do you want to stop this? Then leave. Both of you, go far away and never come back.” Wednesday can feel her sisters heart shattering. “Do you understand? That can’t happen if neither of you aren’t here. That’s how you save everyone, okay. So, go.”
“LEAVE!” His chains rattle and for the first time Wednesday sees her sister jump. Tears in her eyes, she closes the paper, and leaves.
Xavier watches her go and then turns to Wednesday. “You too, Add���“ Wednesday steps forward and grabs his shirt. “Never, talk to my sister like that again. You want someone to blame? Someone to hate? You hate me.” Wednesday shoved him back.
Xavier scoffs as she walks away. “She never doubted you. Even when she saw your paintings. She always believed that you weren’t the Hyde.” Wednesday doesn’t look back, but she waits a moment and when all she is met with is silence she leaves.
His body goes limp and he falls to his knees. “Up you go!” Galpin says, keys shaking in his hand. “Time for the transfer.”
Xavier’s eyes seek out any sign of the Addams but he is quickly shoved into the back of the sheriff's police car.
Closing his eyes he remembers all the times that Y/N had shown him kindness. She put on a hard exterior like her sister, but he knew better. He remembered their whispered stories from the first time they met. They were just kids, but even then Y/N knew that she was different, even from her own family of misfits. When they arrived at Nevermore, Xavier knew that she was just as in love with him as he is her. But the Addams twins had perfected their united front. In many ways, Y/N had trained herself to disappear. She now appeared to be a copy of Wednesday.
And she fooled him. She made him believe that she did not care for him. That he was simply a means to an end and then it turned out he was the end—for a while atleast.
“What are we doing?” Xavier asks when the car stops. Sheriff Galpin talks on the phone for a minute and then pulls out his personal phone and looks at his son’s location. “You tracking your little monster?” Xavier scoffs. Tyler was another mistake he made. Xavier should have seen him for what he truly was. He should have warned Y/N. Instead, he allowed her to push him away and befriend a monster.
“You shut it.” Galpin shuts off the car and gets out.
“Hey, wait. Wait! Hey! What about me? What…” Xavier slams his hands onto the wire mesh. “Oh, you asshole!” Xavier kicks the seat and screams in frustration. There is no way to get the chain off and even if he gets out of the car, he is at risk of tripping and hanging himself with the restraints that tie his hands and feet to his neck.
Closing his eyes, the scene from the jail cell play like a movie. He could see the hatred in her eyes that she thought she was hiding. At the time he was telling himself that it was directed at him. But he knew as soon as Wednesday stepped inbetween them that it was a self hatred that was clawing inside her.
Xavier screams once more.
“Can I tell you a secret?” Y/N whispers. She pushes up on her elbow, being careful not to disturb the corpse too much. Xavier nods, but then remembers that his new friend can not see him because they are in a closed casket. “I’m not like the rest of my family.” She sighs. “Sure I am weird and love dancing with seriel killers, but I am diffrent.” Xavier leans over the dead body.
“One summer my parents hired this man-killer nanny and she sent us away to summer camp so she could marry and kill my uncle…” Xavier hangs onto every word. “I have never told a soul, but I loved it. Sure the company was horrendous, but I loved camp. I also love the color pink.” Y/N laughs. She goes through a lists more things that she likes.
“Dont get me wrong, I love my sister. I have killed for my sister—and we have this weird twin thing where we can see the same vision or memories as each other, but I am diffrent.” Xavier stills as her breath washes over him. “I am me.” “I see you.” Xavier says. “You promise?” “I promise,” Xavier grasps her hand and sparks appear. “Hey, Xavier, what if no one finds us?”
Thump, thump. “Yes!” Xavier yells as Thing slides down the back window. “Yes! Yes! Yes, Thing!”
After Thing releases him, Xavier thanks him and takes off running to the school. No one tries to stop him as he grabs the bow and arrows from the archery range and rushes to the courtyard. “Stay away from her!” He shouts. Arrow aimed at the pilgrims heart. He takes in the sight. The courtyard is burning and in the middle stand the Addam’s twins and the pilgrim. “No!” Y/N shouts as he releases the arrow. Wednesday looks at her sister and then jumps infront of Xavier. Both twins fall to the ground.
“We’re fine!” Wednesday shouts, her hands reaching for Y/N. A large black and purple brusie forms on Y/N’s chest where the arrow is impaled in her sister. “Oh my—“ Xavier looks at them both with wide eyes. “Go!” Y/N shouts. “Get them out of here.”
Xavier hesitates and locks eyes with Y/N. “I see you.”
“You promise?” She looks at him with wide eyes. “Yes, I promise. That is the only reason I am going right now.” Xavier squeezes her hand a bolt of electricity shoots up his arm. “Now!” Wednesday shouts. Xavier runs towards the other students. He turns around and watches Y/N pull the arrow out of Wednesday. Both of them stand. Wednesday grabs the sword and Y/N’s hands spark with electricity.
At the gate, Xavier stands with the school as they wait. “Where’s Y/N and Wednesday?” Enid asks, her body shaking. Xavier looks around at his friends and then Enid is pushing through the crowd. Before his thoughts can catch up his feet are running towards Y/N.
Enid falls into their arms. Without thought, Wednesdays pulls away from Enid, her hand entwined with her sisters seperates them as well. Xavier’s eyes rake over Y/N. Her black school uniform is ripped and underneath it is a pink shirt. After a second, both of the twins throw their arms around Enid and bury their heads in her neck.
Looking up, Y/N’s eyes connect with Xavier’s. She pulls away from her sister and Enid. Wednesday hesitantly lets go of her hand. “Xavier—” Y/N goes to explain. Xavier steps forward. “I’m so sorry.” Her eyes gloss over at his words. “I am sorry too. I should have told you that I see you too.”
She reaches out towards him. Her hands stop just before tey touch his face. He leans forward. The buzz of electricity dances along his skin. “I see you, Xavier Thorpe.”
Xavier pulls her into a hug.
Xavier leans on the railing and smiles at Y/N. His cheeks flush a pretty pink when she smiles back and tugs her sisters hand, leading them up the stairs.
“Addams,” Xavier shoved his hands in his coat pockets. Wednesday raises an eyebrow at him. “Hurt her and she will kill you herself.”
Xavier smirks. “Then I’ll raise you from the dead and kill you again,” Wednesday smiles. Xavier’s smirk wavers as he looks into her dead eyes. “Message recieved.”
Y/N steps toward Xavier and their hands intertwine. Wednesday mutters something about the car. “Hey, Wednesday.” Xavier turns his head to look at her. “Thank you.” “Now it’s your turn. But this time, don’t save me. Save my sister.” Wednesday disappears down the stairs.
“Come visit me?” Y/N whispers. Their noses touching. His hands grip her waist. Her new pink sweater a beautiful contrast to her black hair. Xavier tilts his head. There lips centimeters apart. “I promise.”
Y/n smiles and leans back. “Good, because i got something for you if you do…” She smiles and then twirls out of his arms. “Got to go.” “Me too,” He reaches for her one last time. Their hands meet and then she pulls away.
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good vibrations
pairing: xavier thorpe x fem!reader
summary: you love been pent up for weeks now and just needed a quick release when you get interrupted by your best friend…
warnings: !not proofread! vibrators used (hahaha get it? the title), kinda simpy/puppy-esc xavier, unprotected piv, kinda bossy reader?
a/n: this is kind of a shortie, but it was in my head. i might revisit the idea and rewrite it much better, but we shall see. double post tonight… isn’t it wild??? anyways, enjoy, my loves <3
you knew xavier would be coming by soon to go with you to jericho for a late night outing. you just couldn’t help yourself.
you hadn’t been able to get yourself off for three weeks due to exams and everything going on. it didn’t help that your best friend, who you loved, always wanted to hang out. and you loved hanging out with him too! just not when you were horny as hell and absolutely had to get yourself off soon or you would explode.
at this point nothing would stop you from pulling out your vibrator and turning it on the lowest setting to get yourself worked up. god, the way it feels against your clit is perfect, even more so as you turn it up a level... again, and again until it's at its highest setting.
but it was still extremely hard to explain as he barged into your dorm, "you ready to go..." his eyes were trained on your vibrator positioned right between your legs, focused on that sensitive little nub that's been aching for days. you really weren't sure how he hadn't heard the vibrator from outside, it was on the highest setting. "yet?" his voice rose nearly three octaves as he spoke.
"i..." you had already switched the vibrator off before you froze for a second. you noticed him swiftly turning around, mumbling apologies as you covered yourself with your blanket, throwing your head back with a groan. "gahhh!" you practically growled. "I JUST WANT TO CUM, XAVIER!"
"ohhh my god," he swiftly switched back to reality as he began to walk towards the door.
"wait..." you told him as his hand was on the doorknob. "look, i'm sorry. i've just been a bit... frustrated and pent up the past few weeks. I figured i would take care of it before we went out because i really thought i was going to explode... anyway, i'm sorry."
"you-you don't have any reason to be," he shook his head as he turned towards you. "i mean it's natural for that to... y'know, yea. i mean i do it too, so i definitely know the feeling of needing that... release."
"exactly!" you sighed, glad that he wasn't repulsed by your actions... some people were weird about female masturbation. "do..." your mind began to wander. "do you feel that need right now?"
"y/n, i..." he ran his hand through his hir before taking a seat at your desk. "you don't know what you're even saying."
"then let me rephrase," you tossed your sheets off of your body, exposing your bare chest and body to him once more, "you can sit at the desk and watch me finish and then we'll go to jericho, or, we could help each other out with our frustrations?" you glanced down at his crotch, primarily the impressive bulge that only continued to grow.
"i-uh," you could see his chest beating harder as he eyed your pussy. "would-would that even be aright? like.. would that be alright with you?"
"do you know how long i've wanted this?" you sat up on the bed, your legs bent and wide open. "do you know what i was thinking about?" he shook his head 'no.' "i was thinking about your long fingers. about how long they are, how deep they would get inside me. god, i thought about you underneath me. how bad i want to sit on your hard dick and hear your moans."
"y/n," his breathing became audible as you now rose to your knees, reaching out to him as he approached you. you grasped his shirt's collar. "i really want you."
"thank fuck," you sighed as you let one hand cup the side of his neck, keeping eye contact as you leaned in until his lips finally touched yours.
his hands immediately went to your hips, gripping them hard enough to leave marks. he seemed hungry, starving even, for your touch. he began to roll his hips into yours before you used your own to roll him over on the bed, you hovering atop him.
"i think i'm gonna explode," his voice came out as a whimper, a beg for you to do something. "you're so perfect. always been perfect to me," your lips were attacking his neck, your hands working at his pants. "god, this must be a dream," his hands were roaming in your hair. "if it is a dream then i don't wanna wake up. not ever."
"xavier?"
"mhmm," your eyes finally met his with a kind but eager smile.
"help me get your pants off," you urged him, not even realizing that you had began to grind down on his legs. "now."
"mhmm-yea... yes," he lifted his hips for you so you could pull the elastic band down easier.
when you saw his dick spring up against his stomach the only word that came to your mind were: "holy fuck."
"wh-what is it?" he was now wearing a worried expression as if something had gone wrong, or he was disappointing in any way.
you grabbed his cock that was already leaking precum and began to lazily stroke it, "it's perfect, xay," you pressed one more kiss to his mouth before lining him up with your center. "so fucking perfect," you dragged your pussy up and down his dick as you asked, "condom? i'm clean and on birth control and i just… i just really need this."
"no, just... just do it," he nodded eagerly as his hands wandered over your body, grabbing at your breasts and hips. "please, y/n?"
you waited no longer, letting your pussy glide over his shaft, encompassing it in your own warmth. his mouth opened wide, small whimpers leaving his mouth before he clamped it shut, now biting down on his lip.
"god, it's so good," you let the thought that's been in your mind the past ten minutes of making out, the tension getting to you. "so good for me, xay," one hand was raking through his hair, gently tugging at the strands as the other was on his chest, used to keep yourself propped up.
"this really is heaven," he sighed as he threw his head back. "please don't stop," his hand went to the side of the bed, grabbing your vibrator before connecting it to your clit.
"holy fuck, that's so amazing, xavier," your body began to get out of rhythm, your hips staggering with every move you made.
"i've had dreams of this," he began to let his hips thrust up and down to meet your own. "god, i can feel the vibrating through your pussy. i've dreamed of this every way possible," he held onto you as your upper body collapsed on his chest, now letting his hips to all the work.
"i'm gonna-fuck," your arms were only tightening their hold around his neck. "i'm cumming, oh fuck-i'm cumming! don't stop, xavier, oh god!" you turned your face into his neck as your moans persisted.
"you feel so good, holy shit," his hips began to stutter as he fucked you through your high, bringing him to his own release. "where-fuck-where do you want it?"
"inside," you grasped tighly onto his hair, gently tugging on the roots. "need it inside."
"fuck," his hips stuttered once more as he filled your insides with his cum, letting a few more strokes fuck it all inside you.
you had a dazed smile plastered on your face when you muttered, “we’ve gotta do that more.”
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Man I just wanted to share this with ya'll
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hi <3, i am a big fan of your writing for xavier and i wanted to request something!
maybe one where the reader is in the fencing club too and she is like the best (but stil very nice) and xavier has a big crush on her? and when they fence togeher he always loses but he enjoys, when she’s happy, so he doesn’t care?
and if thats not to much, she loses against him once (bcs shes sick or like flustered around him) and he is confused/worried and idk but they confess?
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X. THORPE X F!READER
Sypnosis: When it came to fencing, she was good, but fencing against him made it hard to keep up and not get flustered.
Word count: 2.4k
Xavier watched without looking away; he was always going to be amazed at her skill. y/n never lost to any of the other fencers.No matter how many times she fought against any of them or they against her, she was always able to win, and they were never able to win.
What had made y/n a bit special, however, was how kind she was about it all. No matter who her opponent was, she would compliment them and their skill, and anyone who dared to say anything negative about their fencing to her would be met with an immediate protest. She was gracious towards everyone, never wanting people to see her as above them.
Sometimes Xavier even thought she was a bit too gracious towards people who did not deserve her respect. He remembered a guy about two years back who, since having graduated from Nevermore, refused to salute y/n before their second round, all because she had won the first point. Not saluting your opponent is a sign of respect, no matter what your personal opinion of them as a person is, so that was a big no. Yet, when y/n had won and the older boy had bitterly thrown off his mask, she still gave a smile and said it was a good match.
So Xavier stood off to the side, saber in hand, as he just watched y/n and one of the other boys, Will, fence with one another. Their bout was soon over, but y/n was close to getting the fifteenth point before the time was up. Just one more touch, and she would win this.
To no surprise, y/n was able to get in a last touch before the nine minutes were up. As soon as she had touched Will's chest with the point of her saber, she stepped back and made sure to give the boy room.
"Well done, l/n." Coach praised her with a clap of his hands, and Xavier was also clapping at her.
"It was nothing," y/n said as she removed her mask. "You almost had me for a second."
"Almost." Will pointed out that he too had taken off his mask to reveal his face.
"Don't be like that; you were awesome." And there was that graciousness in her. She was all too kind towards people, but that was also one of the things that he liked about her.
As y/n started to converse with Will, Xavier could not help but glare a little. But he soon did not have to glare anymore as Bianca pulled y/n aside, giving her a bottle of water while they began to talk instead, and Will walked off, but not before shooting a questioning look at the taller boy.
It was actually surprising to Xavier that even Bianca did not have any grudges against y/n. It was such an odd duo that had occurred when they first started at Nevermore, and it was even more odd that the siren had never been irritated at the other girl; she was more impressed by her.
"Thorpe," the coach said, drawing Xavier's attention away from the two girls, one of whom was his ex and the other a longtime crush. "Wanna go for a bout? You've been standing around most of the time."
"Uh, yeah, sure."
"Good. L/n," the coach said as he approached the girl. "Care for another bout?"
"Of course," Her smile was bright as Bianca patted her shoulder, as if to say she would win.
"Well then, Mr. Thorpe, l/n, middle."
At the mention of Xaviers' last name, y/n turned your head towards him, eyes just slightly wide. She found that he was already looking at her before he shrugged and walked towards the middle of the strip, waiting for her to do the same.
But she just stood there, looking at Xavier, and her mind was running wild. She did have a weakness when it came to fencing, and it was one she did not want to say out loud to anyone, especially not to Bianca. Xavier had just, in some way, slithered his way into her heart and gotten comfortable there. She felt bad for liking him; honestly, he was Bianca's ex, and Bianca was her friend.
Before she could come back to reality and out of her own mind, Binaca had nudged her shoulder, which made y/n turn her head towards her. With a twinkle in her eyes, the siren motioned her head toward Xavier and the coach. The way y/n had just kind of frozen in place while staring at the brunette boy waiting for her made Bianca suspicious. There had been a few more instances like this, which also made her start putting two and two together, though she was not mad.
"Right," y/n mumbled, shaking her head and walking to the middle of the strip.
Standing up straight, y/n moved into position, standing about twelve feet from where Xavier stood on the strip. Taking a quick glance up at him instead of at one of the pillars behind him, she was met by a smirk as he brought his blade up to salute her. y/n quickly copied the salute, fighting the heat growing in her cheeks.
Putting on her mask, y/n tried to get into her mindset as always when she was fencing. Biting her cheek, she got into stance, waiting for the signal to start. All while y/n was fighting to stay focused, Xavier was preparing to lose. He did not have a problem with losing, not to her. He liked how happy she would get and the fact that she would interact with him, talking and being all cheery.
"Pret? Allez!" Coach signalled their start, and y/n had a touch at Xavier within seconds.
After resetting in the middle, they started for the next point. Just as usual, y/n was able to get in a few touches at first. Each time Xavier bit back his smile, knowing he would most likely lose, but it was entertaining to have her fuss about how she thought he was good.
The first period ended with her having five points, and, to his surprise, he had gotten in two touches, which earned him two points. y/n took off her mask and swallowed, going to grab her water bottle just as Bianca came up to her.
"What's going on?" The siren asked her, filled with confusion, as she took a big gulp of her water while peeping over at Xavier, who too looked over at her with a curious look.
"What do you mean?" She lowered the bottle from her lips with a puzzled expression.
"Girl, he has two points." Bianca states the obvious. "No one ever gets two points when facing you in the first period only."
"I don't know why it matters. Maybe I'm just not that good and he's catching up."
"Really? So there isn't any other possible reason, because you seem a little flustered."
"No!" y/n quickly exclaimed, eyes wide as she turned towards her friend before putting down her bottle of water.
She was not able to say anything else before the coach called her over for the second period of the bout. Her heart was racing as Xavier was eyeing her in a muddled way, not being able to connect the dots on why she seemed to have a hard time looking at him. Usually, she would not have a big problem with it.
Putting their masks on after saluting and going for the second period, her mind was running amok. The way the side of his mouth had tugged into a smirk before putting on his mask had her mind occupied, so occupied that she was shocked at the sudden feel of a touch to her body by Xaviers' sabr tip. Which also made Xavier more and more confused.
The next couple of points from the second period mostly went to Xavier, leaving him with seven points and y/n with eight. As soon as the second period was over, all the other students were watching them fence. Instead of going to get some water, she just stood and mentally cursed herself out. Fearing that she was making it obvious that he was a distraction.
She had not taken off her mask, so Xavier tapped her shoulder, which caused her to finally take it off, her heart speeding up as she turned to see him standing beside her. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, yes. Why wouldn't I be?" She gave a tight-lipped smile, which was a bit uncharacteristic, seeing as the majority of her smiles were radiant and genuine.
"I was just wondering if I was improving or if you were letting me win." Xavier joked, which did cause the reaction he wanted—a bright smile followed by a laugh that broke onto her face.
"What if I was letting you win? Then what?" It was a way to play along and not show why she was actually not fencing her game.
"Oo, then I'd be disappointed." He told as the second minute break ended and it was time for the third and final period of the fight.
"Hm," y/n hummed as she put on her mask, her cheeks burning as a wide grin pulled across her face as she moved to stand in the middle for the final period.
This time, it was even between the two. Xavier was having a harder time getting in a touch than before, as y/n tried as hard as she could to keep herself concentrated. It worked a good while to imagine him as Binaca, who would, without hesitation, try and rile her up, so it would be a more intense match.
But it was becoming harder and harder as the three minutes of the last period slowly got to an end, with Xavier and y/n being equal in points, a shock to most of the other students who were watching intensely.
Before she could even register what was happening, Xavier got in a last touch right before the time ran out, making him the winner with the most points. As soon as she felt the touch of the saber, she stopped, breathing hard and whispering a low "dammit" for letting her mind slip.
"Thorpe, you win." Even the coach seemed surprised as he announced him as the winner. Lowering his saber, Xavier took off his mask, and his whole face was twisted up in confusion. His brows were furrowed, his eyes suspicious—no, they were worried.
"That was fantastic," y/n said as she removed her mask, worried that the heat in her cheeks would be visible.
"Yeah," was all Xavier could utter before y/n turned to walk over towards Bianca with a nod.
"You alright there, l/n?" The coach asked before she could get much further.
"Of course." She said it as if it were obvious, taking a quick look around to see the others who had been watching slowly move to get back to theirs.
"Okay, what is going on?" Bianca was quick to snatch her by her wrist, pulling her in close.
"Nothing."
"Oh, really, nothing? Because I think you have a little crush on Xavier." Scared that Bianca had said it so loudly, y/n swiftly covered her mouth, which made the siren let out a muffled sound of protest.
"No, I don't!" She whisper-yelled at her friend.
"Oh, please, the way you look at him, say something else. And every time you fence against him, he scores more points every time; he makes you flustered." Bianca took a piece of the terrified girl's hand from her mouth and kept her voice low so as not to alert anyone.
"No, no, no. I would never! He's your ex; I would never do that in my entire life." Her fearful tone made the other girl tilt her head. She cared that much about their friendship that she was afraid to even admit having a crush on Xavier.
"You think I'm mad?"
"Yes, why wouldn't—"
The sudden tap on her shoulder caused y/n to turn around; an amused smile was on Bianca's face. y/n's hands dropped from her friend's shoulder as she faced the taller boy, giving a small smile to conceal the fact that she had just been talking about him.
"I'm just gonna... yeah." Bianca pointed to the current bout going on on the second strip and slowly backed off, leaving the two alone.
"Is there anything?" y/n asked sweetly, internally swearing at herself for not just following Bianca.
"Ehm, yeah, I just..." Xavier paused, glancing over at Bianca, who was watching the two. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes, like I said earlier, I'm just fine."
"You're fine, yet I beat you in fencing? It does not sound as if you're fine." His eyes watched her attentively, noticing every time she tried to start speaking but the words died on her tongue, and every time she would look off to the side.
"I was just.." Her eyes raised to meet his but quickly averted. "Distracted."
"Only distracted?" He moved slightly closer, gazing at her intensely
"Yep," Her cheeks were growing warmer with each passing minute as she heard him hum at her, suddenly feeling his hand brush against hers.
"You know, I was just wondering," Xavier started off, earning her attention. "Maybe you'd want to do something, sometime."
"As in just hang out, or as in a..." Her pause made Xavier chuckle a little and shake his head.
"Do you want it to be a date?"
The way she bit the inside of her cheek and completely avoided eye contact gave him the answer he needed, but he still also got a verbal answer. "Maybe."
"Sure, it's a date then."
"Okay, I'll see you then, Xavier." She slowly backed off, earning an amused look from the boy as he could clearly see she was flustered.
"Yeah."
As she turned for the third time, y/n got janked by the arm by Bianca. Pulling her friend close, the siren took a glance back at Xavier, who smiled to himself before going to fence against another of the students.
"So?" The siren asked.
"I have a date."
"Oh, you do?"
"Yeah, with your ex." There was a slight fear in her voice.
"Don't even worry about that girl."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. You got a date." Bianca mused.
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CONFESS.
masterlist.
pairing: xavier t. x reader
warnings: fingering
note: this is so incredibly bad but i love it
xavier thorpe. you wouldn't say you were friends but you were definitely not strangers. he made you feel things you'd never felt before from a single look, you could only imagine how you'd feel if he were to actually do something. you'd always stare at him during class while he drew in his sketchbooks, fascinated by him and his drawings. you loved the way his hands flexed as he drew and how his face looked when his only concern was on his drawings.
you'd been complaining to ajax about how you couldn't write in peace because of your roommates and he had asked xavier if you could use his shed, he said yes. he was going to share his most precious part of him with you, you had almost passed out right then and there.
so that's where you were. trying to finish the chapter of your story you were currently working on, but your mind was somewhere else. all you could think about was how xavier's hands would feel on your body, telling you things you wanted to hear. you sigh in frustration and say,, fuck it,, in your mind.
you close your computer, turn your chair, and slowly drag your hand under your skirt. you move your panties to the side and rub up and down your wet folds moaning to the feeling. you imagine it's xavier doing this to you and moan his name,"mm xavier just like that"
"just like what?" he says walking into his shed with a smirk and surprising the fuck out of you. you quickly remove your hand and wipe it on your skirt, staring at xavier wide eyed and frozen.
"oh come on y/n don't get too quiet now, what were you just doing?" he asks even though he knew exactly what you were doing.
"nothing xavier, but i'm gonna go now so you can paint in peace." you say and start grabbing your computer to put back in your backpack but xavier walks over and grabs your wrist before you can.
"i don't think so y/n, come on, show me what you were doing." he says but doesn't remove his hand from holding yours.
,,god this is so embarrassing,, you think but still bring your hand back down to your cunt, along with xavier's.
"this is what you were doing? touching yourself?"
you nod with embarrassment written all over your face. he smirks and moves his hand, replacing yours.
"i'll help you." he whispers in your ear and inserts two of his fingers into your wet entrance, slowing moving them back and forth.
you moan, "oh god xavier", and throw your head back.
"seems like you got a little crush y/n, you're so wet for me." he adds another finger and goes faster.
"mm no i do.." you whine, "don't." you say before letting out another moan from the feeling of his fingers continually sliding in and out of your cunt.
"so you weren't imagining it was me who was fingering you?" he asks before quickening his actions.
"no, i-it" you lose your words as the pleasure overtakes your body, "-slipped out." you say before letting out yet another moan. " 'my god, feels so good" you whine.
"mm we'll see about that." he says and you feel your climax approaching.
"faster, god please go faster." you whine and xavier listens. you feel the knot in your stomach form, letting out hundreds of moans and whimpers,, so close,,
then nothing. xavier pulls his fingers out. you whine, "xavierrr"
"hm?" he hums and stays staring at you.
"why'd you stop." you say pouting
"oh right that" he sucks in a breath and looks away from you, "well if you don't like me then there's no reason for me to finish you off. you can do it yourself."
you sigh, "xavier please."
"sorry, no can do." he looks back at you and shrugs.
you whine, "fineee. i was imagining it was you. i do like you." you confess while looking away.
xavier grabs your chin to face him, "that's all you had to say." he slips his fingers back in.
you moan at the feeling of being full of his fingers again, you whimper when you feel him start to rub your clit.
"omg xavier, mmm" you you let your head fall back again.
"you look so pretty like this y/n, you don't know how long i've wanted to do this." he confesses and it pushes you over the edge.
you come undone under his touch and feel your legs start to slightly shake. you whimper as he removes his fingers. he brings his hand up to your mouth and you wrap your mouth around his fingers, licking up and down.
he groans, "god you're making it so hard not to fuck you right now”
you remove your mouth, a trail of saliva following, "do it."
so he did.
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