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my 21st birthday was today

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎉🎊🎊🥳🥳🥳 did you do anything fun?

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thoughts on xavier being edged and overstimulated 🙏🙏

definitely enjoys it but would never admit it to you… he’s such a sucker for doing anything you ask of him. “c’mon please- hurts” he’d whine after the fourth time you brought him to the edge with your hand just to pull it away. “what did i say about whining?” his hands clutch your thighs for dear life and he’s still letting out desperate little moans, but he’s stopped begging you to cum. “good boy” you reward him with a sloppy kiss “you can cum now” he’s done it before you’ve finished the sentence, thrusting into your hand desperately. he holds onto you because he wants to be as close as he can when he comes down from his high, smothering you with kisses and asking if he’s your good boy. you never let him live down the embarrassment after that.

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NOOON YOUR BACK!!! :D

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HAHA hi that was so fast 😭 this made me smile thank u 🎬

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can you do an x male reader smut also your really good at writing!!!!

thank you so much! unfortunately i will not be writing amab because i don’t want to do it incorrectly as i’m still not great at writing/don’t have experience with it.

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I'M CLAIMING -🎬

ALSO I'M TALKING ABOUT THE ONE YOU JUST WROTE ITS SO GOOD 🤭

hehe thank you ☺️ i like 🎬 it’s cute

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Hey! I love your writing <3 idk if you are still taking requests so feel free to ignore this but could you write an angsty fic where Xavier is too busy chasing Wednesday to notice what he had all along (reader). With a happy ending pls <3

ty! hope you enjoy this ❤️

“damn it, i got the weathervane” your best friend announces dejectedly.

“oh, me too!” you tug on his sleeve. he looks down at you with a smile.

“nice!” Xavier offers his hand for a high five and you take the opportunity. neither of you would consider serving coffees to be the most exciting volunteer opportunity, but you do enjoy spending time together. you still remember the day you met Xavier, and the two of you (along with Ajax) had been inseparable ever since. although these days, you and Xavier were often left third wheeling with Ajax and his complicated feelings for Enid developing. things get even more complicated when Ajax realized his shift with Wednesday had been switched out for one with his new crush.

when the day arrives, you and Xavier tease Ajax like your life depends on it. “ooooh AJ’s got a crush!” you pinch the blushing boy’s shoulder.

“i do not!” he squeals childishly.

“you definitely do, haven’t seen you this red since-“ Ajax is quick to cover Xavier’s mouth with his hand.

“c’mon guys, at least i have someone” you raise an eyebrow at Ajax’s statement but stay quiet. Xavier is stunned into silence too, but only you know how to read him well enough to notice the minuscule change in his features. you’re more than grateful when Enid appears, and you and Xavier make your way to the weathervane.

“bet i can make more coffees than you” you tease while nudging him.

“you don’t even know how to make coffee, plus Tyler has to teach us first” you know vaguely of Xavier’s “history” with Tyler, and that things are rough between them now. your lips pull into a thin line and you put a hand on Xavier’s back. he relaxes his posture the slightest bit.

“hey, i’m not gonna let him say shit to you alright? if he lays a hand on you i won’t let him see the light of day ever again” Xavier smiles at that, and your heart swells at the thought that you’ve reassured him, even just temporarily.

“you sound like a parent” he says while scratching the top of your head.

you roll your eyes sarcastically, mentally making a note to distract him from whatever Tyler has planned. the training for the coffee shop is agonizing, but Xavier knows it would be much worse if you weren’t there. while Tyler’s back is turned, you make faces to mock him and Xavier does his best to hide his giggling. After you learn the basics, you make it your mission to make the worst coffees and force Tyler to try all of them, to make sure they’re “customer safe”.

“dude, you have to stop” xavier whispers while choking on laughter. Tyler is throwing away the fourth coffee you’ve made, and you’re already working on a fifth.

“i’m just looking out for our lovely customers Xavier, they’re ‘looking for a certain standard’” you say while using air quotes, mocking the speech Tyler has given you earlier. you pour an excessive amount of coffee grounds into your next serving, and Wednesday walks through the door at that moment. she approaches Xavier and you watch.

“want a coffee?” he offers.

“i’m here to see Tyler” she responds with her usual cold tone.

“i told you he was bad news” Xavier warns.

“twice.” she pauses “but who i speak to is my business”

Xavier walks off after that, his entire demeanor changed. the smile has been wiped off of your face as well, and you spend the rest of the shift making coffees in silence. you’re pretty sure Xavier is jealous of the attention Wednesday gives Tyler, which in turn dampens your mood. making jokes suddenly isn’t as easy after watching your unrequited crush interact with his unrequited crush.

Ajax picks the two of you up after Outreach day is over, giddy with the excitement of being asked out by Enid. you do your best to cheer him on, but he notices something is off with you and Xavier and pulls you off to talk in private after you drop Xavier off at his room.

“what… happened today? was it Tyler?” Ajax questions.

“no… yes- kind of— i don’t know!” you rub your hands over your face in frustration “AJ, i think Xavier’s got a crush on Wednesday”

“yeah, so?” he looks puzzled

“well, she came in today, and i think she’s got a crush on Tyler”

“i don’t know, Xavier’s complicated… i’ve known him for years and it’s still hard to read him” he takes a breath “unfortunately, you’re a little easier, and i think you’re upset for him, but you’re also upset because it seems like you’re a part of this…. ‘romance’ situation…” he meets your eyes hesitantly.

“damn it AJ, was it really that easy?” Ajax smiles and gives you a playful nudge.

“what can i say, i am the master of romance” he says while shrugging his shoulders

“ew!” you laugh.

“well, i’d be lying if i said i didn’t think he had feelings for you too”

“but you just said he’s hard to read!”

“i said it was hard, not impossible” ajax smirks “plus, you don’t see the looks he gives you while you’re turned away”

“oh c’mon” you groan “now you’re just lying to make me feel better”

“hey, that’s the least i can do for the torture you guys inflict on me” you spend the rest of the night forcing Ajax to tell you every detail about his day with Enid.

the next few weeks, you watch and help Xavier and Ajax furiously prepare for the Poe cup. Xavier has deemed today “finalizing designs day”. you make your way to Ms. Thornhill’s classroom, which you know is Xavier’s last period before lunch. it’s tradition for you to pick him up and walk there with him, but today is different. you peer through the doorway, searching for him and finally land on his hunched over figure, sitting next to Wednesday. she must have moved seats, you think to yourself. you wait patiently for them to finish their conversation, growing frustrated as it drags on. you wish you were better at reading lips as you watch Xavier laugh at something, and Wednesday gives him a small smirk. Wednesday never smiles… what could he have possibly said?

you’re brought back to reality when Xavier confronts you with Wednesday by his side “hey… sorry for the late notice, but i need to talk through some stuff with Wednesday, i’ll catch up to you later?”

“sure” you don’t let him get another word in before storming off and ranting about the whole event over lunch with Ajax and Enid.

“if it makes you feel any better, i don’t think we Wednesday has felt anything for anyone ever, except maybe Tyler” Enid tries to reassure you.

“that’s not what it seemed like today” you huff.

after the lunch incident, you’re really not looking forward to meeting up with Xavier to discuss Poe cup plans. you drag yourself up the stairs to his hall, and see that he’s left the door open since he knew you were coming. you poke your head through, Xavier’s back is turned so he doesn’t see you snake over behind him. when he hears the floor creak as you take your closest step to him, he slams his sketchbook abruptly.

“jesus! a little warning would be nice” he pants.

“what were you drawing?” you respond snidely, leaning over him.

“n- nothing” he goes red.

you let your jealousy get the better of you “was it Wednesday? it seems like you’ve got a little crush on her…”

you have him cornered, physically and mentally “i- she’s alright i guess”

you punch his arm “i knew it!” he recoils and rubs it while pouting “Ajax had it all wrong, i cant believe i thought he was right”

“what?” Xavier blushes harder somehow “what did he say!?”

“oh nothing, he was just totally off about who he thought you actually like”

you’re not sure how you’ve held it together this long. your heart sunk the moment you mentioned Wednesday and you’ve regretted every second since. it’s a mystery that Xavier still hasn’t picked up on the fact that you want nothing more than to melt into the floor at this moment. he opens his mouth and interrupts your dismal thoughts.

“okay, i think we should focus on the Poe cup now, could you review these designs?” he hands you a stack of paper and you take them, staring down at the detailed sketches he’s made without a thought processing through your head. Xavier waves a hand over your face, concerned by how distant you look.

“hello? anybody home?” he pokes your forehead teasingly.

“haha, very funny” you roll your eyes.

“seriously, what’s going on? you’ve been… off… lately” he puts a hand on your shoulder.

“just- tired i guess” you stare at his shoes, avoiding his quizzical gaze. he pulls your chin up.

“hey, c’mon, don’t hide from me… you know i know you well enough to know that face is more than ‘tired’” you peer at him hesitantly though your eyelashes. the next words you let out are unexpected, but true nonetheless.

“i’ll tell you when i’m ready” he seems relieved “i promise, i will” Xavier has to hold himself back from pulling you in for a hug after that, he substitutes the urge by pointing at one of the sketches in your hand.

“that one was from what you said yesterday, about the clown makeup” he watches for your reaction, satisfied when you smile down at it.

“it’s perfect, so you like the clown/jester idea?”

“yeah, i can’t say i’m thrilled about any makeup or costumes, but your idea is definitely better than Ajax’s or the rest of the team’s” he pauses “it may even be better than mine”

“shut up”

“yes ma’am” he mutters instinctively. you snort at this, and return your eyes to the paper. the drawing he pointed to was of you, decorated with smudged, edgy looking clown makeup. somehow, he’s still made you look beautiful.

“can i keep this?” you ask him.

“uh- y- yeah of course” you know Xavier’s weak spot is compliments for his art, so it doesn’t surprise you that the request makes him a little flustered.

Xavier’s equally as excited as he is nervous the day of the poe cup. Ajax is afraid of what’ll happen, especially because you and Xavier have a tendency to be aggressive on competition days. you’re anxiously tapping your foot in the tent, waiting for Xavier to help you prepare.

“dude, what is taking him so long!?” you impatiently demand. Ajax and the rest of the team stare at you, afraid to respond. they’re already in their costumes, but you still need to review your strategy as a group and get your makeup and tools ready. you storm out of the tent angrily, now furious once you spot him. he’s out of costume, and once again talking to Wednesday, with his back turned to you.

“so, you’ll meet me after class next week? is that a promise?” he asks her.

“i don’t make promises Xavier, and you should hurry up, you only have 30 minutes before we beat you” Wednesday walks off after this, oblivious to your agitated form.

Xavier turns and realizes you’re behind him. the blood drains from his face.

“tent. now.” is all you say before stomping off. he follows silently, looking like a kicked puppy with his head down. the rest of the team have already started preparing, frantically applying smudged makeup and tinkering with the boat.

“look” xavier starts to say “i’m really sorry, i lost track of time and-“

“sit.” you say pointing to the nearest chair. Xavier listens, deciding that explaining himself isn’t the best option right now. you groan when you realize all of the other chairs are occupied, electing to hover over his tall frame. you soon realize the angle is making it hard to apply the face paint, and now have most of your weight on his lap. normally, you’d be flustered by this, but you’re too angry to care, hastily swiping the brush over his face. Xavier finds himself differing from your disposition, shifting in his seat nervously, bashful that your display of temper is in front of his peers. they are just as scared as he is, turned away from you and Xavier, timidly making sure things are in the right order. you use your fingers to make any final smudges, and Xavier is grateful the makeup covers his blushing.

“get in your suit, you have 10 minutes” he rushes off, not wanting to be in your presence any longer. you speak to the team outside of the tent, still in earshot from Xavier.

“alright. we don’t have time to review our strategy before starting, because someone thought flirting was more important than breaking our team record” you announce to the group “so i can only hope you’ve read it over before this” the crew nods hesitantly, and make their way over to your boat. Xavier jumps in seconds before Weems fires her pistol, and your team starts paddling. you’re in the lead at first, the weapons you made with Ajax doing their job well. as head of the boat, you’re in charge of overseeing the rest of the team and giving them directions. you occasionally toss “distractions” at the other ships.

Xavier sits at the back of the boat, controlling the steering. “switch!” you yell as your boat swerves too far left. they all listen, switching their paddles to the other side of the boat. all except for Xavier, who is too busy watching Wednesday’s boat pass yours. you whistle as loud as you can “focus!” he snaps back into action, paddling twice as hard. you finally make it to the water’s edge, and you jump onto the dock, tying the boat down as quickly as you practiced. Xavier and Ajax jump out next, sprinting for the flag, and the rest of the team stays behind, guarding the boat as others approach and dock theirs.

all is going well until two of your team members hear something in the woods and go to investigate. they decide to do this while your turned around, still tying down the boat, leaving you to fend for yourself. a few minutes pass and you check the time, realizing that your team members’ distraction may not have been so small. you rush over in the direction you think they’ve run off to, and find them dazed on the floor, scathed by one of the sirens. you begrudgingly pull them up and guide them back the boat.

when you return Xavier is glaring at you, flag in hand. “they got distracted while i wasn’t looking” you mutter. he rolls his eyes at your explanation, and you clumsily jump in the boat, untying the knots you made just as quickly as you tied them. the group pushes off and heads for shore.

you’re making good time before Xavier shouts “what’s going on!?” you shoot daggers at him with your eyes before you realize what’s happened, the floor of your boat is filled with water.

“how did you not realize we had a hole?!” you shout at him. Wednesday’s team passes yours and you realize it’s too late… you’ve lost. Xavier slams his oar down, falling off of his seat.

“you’re the one who lost our team!” he growls back. you jump into the murky water, surrendering to your loss. the rest of your team does the same and you and Xavier argue the whole swim back to shore.

“if you hadn’t spent so long talking to Wednesday we could’ve briefed the team on what not to do dumbass!” you continue to berate him once your on land.

“yeah well-“ he starts.

“that’s enough!” Ajax cuts him off “guys, give each other some space” he warns. you both sulk off to your rooms.

after showering, you feel slightly more refreshed and less angry. you sit on your bed wringing out your hair with a towel when you hear knocking on your window. this scares you because your roommate is out, and your not exactly on the lowest floor.

you make your way closer to the sound as it continues “hello?” it’s coming from the last person you’re expecting at the moment. you pry open the window

“Xavier?” you don’t bother helping him as he climbs through, instead you stand dumbstruck. “how’d you even get up here?”

“i” he says between breaths “came here- to apologize”

“why’d you come through the window?”

“because i didn’t want you to get in trouble… if there were dorm checks and stuff” he scratches his head. the gesture is heart warming, though you refuse to admit it out loud.

“y’know i didn’t mean any of the stuff i said today” he starts “and i’m sorry for being late”

“i didn’t either, i was just worked up because i know how much the poe cup matters to you, but i should’ve been more aware that something- someone else matters more”

“yeah, you” you raise an eyebrow “the poe cup matters to you too, and i should’ve paid more attention to that instead of goofing off with Wednesday”

“i don’t think that girl is capable of goofing off”

he smiles at the ground “yeah”

“so you really like her?”

“i don’t know, she… confuses me. feelings in general do”

“yeah, trust me, i know that” you mutter.

“hey” you look up at him “i heard that” you smile at the disingenuous look of disapproval he wears.

“you looking forward to your date with her next week?” the thought of them going out makes you a little nauseous, but as always your priority is to maintain your friendship with Xavier, even if it means showing interest in things that hurt you.

his next words shock you “i canceled it” your cute confused face causes a toothy grin on his.

“after all that?!” you say, referring to the intense argument you had earlier.

“yeah, today made me realize that we’re not actually interested in each other at all” he pauses before shocking you further “i’m actually interested in girls that do know how to ‘goof off’” he airquotes, and takes a step closer to you.

“and” your heart is beating fast now “i prefer girls who are a little competitive, but tolerate me enough to be on my team” you can’t process that this is actually happening.

“i also like girls” he takes another step “who know me well enough to make me feel better about shitty volunteer days” his playful smile turns into a smirk as he realizes the effect he has on you.

“maybe i’m just into people that give me way to many chances” Xavier is so close you can feel his breath on you as he speaks quietly. you resort to watching his lips as he talks. “maybe i just really really really like my best friend”

“that would be kind of weird” you say, more breathlessly than you intended.

“yeah probably” he says after a soft laugh “do you think she’d find it weird that i want to kiss her right now?”

“i think she’d be ok with it” you avoid his affectionate gaze, too shy to meet his eyes.

“just ok?” he says while swiping your chin up at him again.

you sigh and this makes him chuckle “i think she’d really enjoy-“ his lips are on yours before you finish the sentence. they’re soft and you can tell he’s nervous, treating you like you’re made of glass while his face is pressed to yours. you wrap your arms around his neck which urges him to deepen the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist. you can feel his heart beating quickly against your chest and pull yourself away to take a breath.

“you look really cute in clown makeup by the way” he can’t help but admit to you.

“idiot” you reply, smiling before pulling him in for another kiss.

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me again

they texted me last night and said he was fine 🤭🤭

his height makes me think of like a size kink one shot but there's only one size kink oneshot for him I've seen

AND HIS HAIR omfg just wanna pull it or something 🤭 it looks so soft and I wanna run my hands through it

thank you for carrying my inbox and sorry for the delay 😅 hope u enjoy 🙏

synopsis: you make the mistake of teasing Xavier about his height…

warnings: size kink, penetration, fingering

Xavier always towered over you, you knew this. you also know he’s got a competitive side, and hates losing. he’s getting on your nerves when you two are paired up in fencing and he manages to beat you 2:1, but his subtle, gloating smirk as he literally looks down apon you is the last straw.

you decide to start your little joust with “y’know, i bet you’re not even 6’2”

“where did that even come from, weirdo…” he replies.

“well, i was just thinking, you only narrowly manage to beat me in fencing because of your height advantage, but it’s probably not even that big of a difference” you shrug.

he scoffs while carding his fingers through his hair “it definitely is”

“you sure about that?”

“i’ll prove it to you. come to my room at 6 tonight with a tape measure”

“that’s ridiculous Xavier, you can’t win every battle…”

“yeah, well i can definitely win this one” he says before storming off.

you couldn’t believe it was that easy to get him worked up. you’re pretty sure you’ve genuinely pissed him off too, so unfortunately, your plan didn’t go as expected. you just wanted to rile him up slightly, not have him go full on rival mode…

you’re at xavier’s doorstep at his requested time: 6pm, tape measure in hand. you’re hesitant to knock on his door, a little scared of what’s to come, but you do it anyway. you softly knock on the wood 3 times before his lanky figure appears in the doorway. you’re not used to seeing him outside of his uniform, the image of him in sweatpants and a t-shirt will be plastered in your brain for a while now. he doesn’t miss the way your eyes widen at the sight of him, and softly but firmly grabs your arm and pulls you into his room.

“you can measure me first” he says curtly. he’s already standing with his back against the wall.

“i cant believe you’re actually serious about this” you mumble while walking over. you bend down and start to unravel the tool, realizing that it won’t be possible for you to measure the top of his head. now embarrassed, you tread over to his desk and return to him with his chair in hand. you climb on top of it and grasp his shoulders to steady yourself. his hands hold your waist gently, making sure you don’t fall off. he was unfortunately right: the tape measure reads 6’2. however, he doesn’t have to know that.

“6’0 is what it says here” you fib.

“what!? i’m pretty sure i know my own height” you start to step off the chair, but a pair of hands stop you before your feet hit the ground. all of your weight is on him now, his arms around your torso clutching tightly. you inhale the scent of something woody with a touch of a sweet fragrance, probably from his soap. the softness of his t-shirt and the comfort of his arms around you isn’t helping your situation.

“Xavier put me down” you try to hide the reluctance in your voice.

“measure me again” he utters.

you reply stubbornly “no, i don’t feel like it”

you’re really pushing your luck now. if it were anyone else, xavier would have insisted to be measured again. he’s got a soft spot for you though, and testing it is your favorite activity. he finally sets you down.

“fine” he huffs “it’s your turn now though”

he tenderly ushers you so your back is against the wall and holds out his palm so you can drop the tape measure in it. you oblige, and notice that you really do have a considerable size difference. your hand dwarfs his, and his lengthy digits brush against relatively average size ones as he swipes the device from your hand. he plants the tip of the tape measure next to your foot, holding it down with his own foot, now almost smothering you in proximity. he gently brushes your hair out of the way to see your measurement. you wish he wasn’t treating you so delicately, as it would really help you stay mad at him.

Xavier pulls the tape measure away and points at your height before looking at you for approval. sadly, the height he points to is accurate, and you give him a flustered nod. “whatever” you blurt out while avoiding eye contact.

“it’s not whatever to me” xavier states. you’re ready to give in to your loss and start to make your way out of his room.

“c’mon, there’s no way you actually thought i told you to come here just for that” he admits, and you turn your head back to face him. he sits on the his bed now, leaning on his arms. “i know i’m sensitive but all that over you lying about my height?” he puts a hand over his chest exaggerated melodramatically “you wound me”

“i’d never put it past you to go that far over something so small Xavier” you smile as you make your way over to his bed, sitting next to him.

“it’s actually not that small” he gestures with his hands, creating a generous amount of distance between them. you give him an apprehensive look. “our size difference, i meant” he scoffs “get your head out of the gutter” you punch him in the arm softly and he laughs. you do the same, unable to deny it’s contagiousness. when the two of you are finally able to breathe again, you meet his gaze, his lips still wear the remains of his laughter, and his eyes shift downward to examine yours. he desperately wishes to kiss them, and as if you had read his mind, you beat him to it. Xavier puts a hand on your jaw to pull you closer, suckling on your bottom lip before detaching from you, just to lean back in and repeat. the action has you tipsy after a few times, each with more tongue than the last. then in an attempt to be as obscene as he possibly can, he wraps his lips around your tongue and sucks. although you two are almost on top of each other at this point, Xavier is growing increasingly eager and needs you closer.

“c‘ mere” he lets out breathlessly. you climb onto his lap, dazed. your lips are swollen as you attempt to kiss him again.

“i think you like being shorter than me” he cuts you off “i bet you’d probably like to know what my fingers feel like inside of you, getting to places you can’t reach huh?” you roll your eyes, although you cant deny what he’s saying is true. he brushes his fingers up your thighs and caresses the wet spot on your underwear.

he reacts to your arousal with a dramatic gasp “you’re sick” he says with a shit-eating grin “you really are turned on by how big i am” Xavier relishes in his small victory. he rubs your panties for a little longer until you get restless, legs shifting in his lap.

“gonna get you ready for me, yeah?” he says between kisses on your neck “can’t have your little pussy feeling any pain” he slides your panties to the side and fondles your now soaking vulva before sliding the tip of his middle finger in, entranced by the stretch. the penetration of your walls is foreign to you, especially because your fingers are much smaller. Xavier reaches your usual threshold before he’s even finished fitting his finger in. he inspects your face for any signs pain and begins to thrust when he sees your mouth agape and eyes transfixed on his hand. he presses into you a few times before finding a rhythm, but isn’t satisfied because he knows he needs to find your g spot. Xavier starts to rub your clit with his thumb, effectively distracting you from the poking and prodding he’s doing to find your sensitive spot. you lose your balance and lean onto him when he finds it, letting out a whine.

he kisses the top of your head “feels good huh pretty girl” Xavier is dumbstruck, enjoying watching you being stimulated so much that he hasn’t even thought of his now throbbing erection.

“mhmm” you’re grinding on his finger now, becoming hungry and greedy with lust “need another one, please” you say, meeting his gaze again. Xavier couldn’t deny you even if he wanted to.

“you have to tell me if it hurts, okay?” you nod and he slowly adds his ring finger, stretching you out.

“ah!” you hiss. Xavier is on high alert, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. he’s concerned to see you’ve become a little teary-eyed, but he fails to realize this is from pleasure, not pain. somehow, seeing him so devoted to your bliss makes you more wet, and you pull him in for a kiss, unable to verbally express how he’s making you feel.

“you’re doing so well, such a good girl” you hide your face in his neck, blushing at the nickname, which he finds adorable. you can’t manage to stay still on his fingers any longer, and you find yourself grinding down on them again. Xavier starts moving his fingers faster than before, only urged to go further on by the sounds you’re making against his throat. he’s also become aware of the pulsing around his fingers becoming more frequent, and tries his best to not imagine what you would feel like around his cock, failing miserably.

“fuck” you mumble against his neck. Xavier can tell you’re going to cum soon, he lifts the hood of your clit and pushes his thumb into it. you hurl yourself closer to him, his significantly larger figure almost sheltering yours.

“xavier” you put your hand on his wrist “y-you have to s-stop im gonna-“ you cant even finish the phrase as you meet xavier’s defiant eyes, a smile that’s almost not visible on his lips. the face you’re making as you’re about to fall apart simultaneously making him impossibly more horny and goading him on because it’s his mission to make you cum twice now. your hips twitch as you fall apart on his fingers, and Xavier revels in every second of it, high on the image of you falling apart in front of him. he’s restless now, not giving you a second to catch your breath as he flips you onto your back.

you’re equally excited and nervous for what’s to come. Xavier’s sudden burst of energy catches you off guard, but he quickly distracts you with sloppy kisses down your neck.

“off. now.” he says while tugging your shirt. you’re too horny to do anything but what he says, and the shirt as well as your bra are on the floor seconds later. Xavier strips down to his boxers, the heat you radiate was too much for him to stay clothed. he is able to cup your whole breast in his hand, rubbing a thumb over your nipple and enjoying watching you squirm. your chest is flush, and xavier leaves evidence of his arousal: a trail of hickeys leading down your exposed chest. he helps you pull your underwear down and finally takes his off, you can see that his dick is painfully hard.

your eyes widen at the sight of it, an angry red tint and the size of it fully erect worries you, but you’re mouth is watering despite your fear. you’re ready to take it on regardless of your recent orgasm. xavier leans in to give you a reassuring kiss as he rubs the head of it over your core. your eyes meet as he starts to slide it in, the previous climax definitely helped, but it still feels like you’re being split in half and Xavier can tell.

your features contort and your eyes squeeze shut “i know” xavier utters “i’m sorry, i know it hurts” he pushes some of your disheveled hair out of your face and kisses your forehead. he waits until you signal you’re ready for him to move forward. you angle your hips downward, and he thrusts deeper into you. it stings, but xavier is quick to try to relieve your pain, his fingers rub your most sensitive spot and you shiver with relief. xavier would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying watching the state you’re in. sure, he hates seeing you in pain, but something about your willingness to fit him inside of you has his head spinning. when he’s all the way in, xavier watches your face transform to one of discomfort to ecstasy.

“fuck- you’re so fucking tight- try to relax angel” you do your best to un-tense yourself, still having Xavier’s cock in a vice grip, but you’ve given him enough room to move. “good girl.. so good for me…” his hands caress your hips as he starts to move slowly, forcing a moan out of you. Xavier tries to focus on making you cum, but he realizes it’s harder than he expected since he’s so wrapped up in trying not to cum himself. he switches between watching your awestruck face and watching his painfully stiff cock struggle to fit inside of your now dripping pussy. admittedly, he enjoys the feeling of towering over you in this state, especially how easy it is to maneuver you to get a better angle. his hands easily cover most of your stomach and waist, gripping you for leverage as he begins to pick up his pace.

“y-you’re so big” you cry after a particularly strong thrust.

“yeah? you like it though huh” he teases “you like how much i stretch your tight little pussy… you get wetter because i’m so big it hurts you” you’re grateful that he pulls you in for a messy kiss after that, effectively hiding your bashful face after his, albeit correct, accusation. Xavier effortlessly lifts your hips up so he can nudge himself into you further and you swear you can feel him in your throat. you instinctively grab onto his hair and he lets out a pitiful moan in your mouth. his achilles heel, you think to yourself.

Xavier’s advances are full of avarice now, he wants to claim your depraved facial expression all to himself. he snakes a hand down to your clit, enjoying the mixture of surprise and rapture in your features in response to his action. he starts to taunt you between thrusts “it’s almost pathetic- how worked up you are- gonna cum just because you like- how small i make you feel” you clench around him at his words. he works your clit in circles feverishly and you feel the familiar sensation of your climax nearing.

he desperately wants to keep mocking you as you fall apart, but you’ve just run your fingers through his hair and any thoughts of this have left his mind as a result of the tender gesture. “Xavi— almost t-there” he pulls you in closer to him, never stopping the stimulation of your clit. he fucks you recklessly, chasing his own orgasm as well as yours. Xavier’s eyes on yours, his nimble fingers and frenzied thrusts finally send you over the edge. he follows soon after you tug on his hair, guiltily aroused by your short lived act of roughness. he flops onto the bed, spent, and lazily turns his torso so he can wrap himself around you. you shift closer to him, placing your head on his chest.

“cant believe you have a size kink” he says after a few moments of silence.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about” you say through a smile.

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me again

they texted me last night and said he was fine 🤭🤭

his height makes me think of like a size kink one shot but there's only one size kink oneshot for him I've seen

AND HIS HAIR omfg just wanna pull it or something 🤭 it looks so soft and I wanna run my hands through it

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synopsis: you make the mistake of teasing Xavier about his height…

warnings: size kink, penetration, fingering

Xavier always towered over you, you knew this. you also know he’s got a competitive side, and hates losing. he’s getting on your nerves when you two are paired up in fencing and he manages to beat you 2:1, but his subtle, gloating smirk as he literally looks down apon you is the last straw.

you decide to start your little joust with “y’know, i bet you’re not even 6’2”

“where did that even come from, weirdo…” he replies.

“well, i was just thinking, you only narrowly manage to beat me in fencing because of your height advantage, but it’s probably not even that big of a difference” you shrug.

he scoffs while carding his fingers through his hair “it definitely is”

“you sure about that?”

“i’ll prove it to you. come to my room at 6 tonight with a tape measure”

“that’s ridiculous Xavier, you can’t win every battle…”

“yeah, well i can definitely win this one” he says before storming off.

you couldn’t believe it was that easy to get him worked up. you’re pretty sure you’ve genuinely pissed him off too, so unfortunately, your plan didn’t go as expected. you just wanted to rile him up slightly, not have him go full on rival mode…

you’re at xavier’s doorstep at his requested time: 6pm, tape measure in hand. you’re hesitant to knock on his door, a little scared of what’s to come, but you do it anyway. you softly knock on the wood 3 times before his lanky figure appears in the doorway. you’re not used to seeing him outside of his uniform, the image of him in sweatpants and a t-shirt will be plastered in your brain for a while now. he doesn’t miss the way your eyes widen at the sight of him, and softly but firmly grabs your arm and pulls you into his room.

“you can measure me first” he says curtly. he’s already standing with his back against the wall.

“i cant believe you’re actually serious about this” you mumble while walking over. you bend down and start to unravel the tool, realizing that it won’t be possible for you to measure the top of his head. now embarrassed, you tread over to his desk and return to him with his chair in hand. you climb on top of it and grasp his shoulders to steady yourself. his hands hold your waist gently, making sure you don’t fall off. he was unfortunately right: the tape measure reads 6’2. however, he doesn’t have to know that.

“6’0 is what it says here” you fib.

“what!? i’m pretty sure i know my own height” you start to step off the chair, but a pair of hands stop you before your feet hit the ground. all of your weight is on him now, his arms around your torso clutching tightly. you inhale the scent of something woody with a touch of a sweet fragrance, probably from his soap. the softness of his t-shirt and the comfort of his arms around you isn’t helping your situation.

“Xavier put me down” you try to hide the reluctance in your voice.

“measure me again” he utters.

you reply stubbornly “no, i don’t feel like it”

you’re really pushing your luck now. if it were anyone else, xavier would have insisted to be measured again. he’s got a soft spot for you though, and testing it is your favorite activity. he finally sets you down.

“fine” he huffs “it’s your turn now though”

he tenderly ushers you so your back is against the wall and holds out his palm so you can drop the tape measure in it. you oblige, and notice that you really do have a considerable size difference. your hand dwarfs his, and his lengthy digits brush against relatively average size ones as he swipes the device from your hand. he plants the tip of the tape measure next to your foot, holding it down with his own foot, now almost smothering you in proximity. he gently brushes your hair out of the way to see your measurement. you wish he wasn’t treating you so delicately, as it would really help you stay mad at him.

Xavier pulls the tape measure away and points at your height before looking at you for approval. sadly, the height he points to is accurate, and you give him a flustered nod. “whatever” you blurt out while avoiding eye contact.

“it’s not whatever to me” xavier states. you’re ready to give in to your loss and start to make your way out of his room.

“c’mon, there’s no way you actually thought i told you to come here just for that” he admits, and you turn your head back to face him. he sits on the his bed now, leaning on his arms. “i know i’m sensitive but all that over you lying about my height?” he puts a hand over his chest exaggerated melodramatically “you wound me”

“i’d never put it past you to go that far over something so small Xavier” you smile as you make your way over to his bed, sitting next to him.

“it’s actually not that small” he gestures with his hands, creating a generous amount of distance between them. you give him an apprehensive look. “our size difference, i meant” he scoffs “get your head out of the gutter” you punch him in the arm softly and he laughs. you do the same, unable to deny it’s contagiousness. when the two of you are finally able to breathe again, you meet his gaze, his lips still wear the remains of his laughter, and his eyes shift downward to examine yours. he desperately wishes to kiss them, and as if you had read his mind, you beat him to it. Xavier puts a hand on your jaw to pull you closer, suckling on your bottom lip before detaching from you, just to lean back in and repeat. the action has you tipsy after a few times, each with more tongue than the last. then in an attempt to be as obscene as he possibly can, he wraps his lips around your tongue and sucks. although you two are almost on top of each other at this point, Xavier is growing increasingly eager and needs you closer.

“c‘ mere” he lets out breathlessly. you climb onto his lap, dazed. your lips are swollen as you attempt to kiss him again.

“i think you like being shorter than me” he cuts you off “i bet you’d probably like to know what my fingers feel like inside of you, getting to places you can’t reach huh?” you roll your eyes, although you cant deny what he’s saying is true. he brushes his fingers up your thighs and caresses the wet spot on your underwear.

he reacts to your arousal with a dramatic gasp “you’re sick” he says with a shit-eating grin “you really are turned on by how big i am” Xavier relishes in his small victory. he rubs your panties for a little longer until you get restless, legs shifting in his lap.

“gonna get you ready for me, yeah?” he says between kisses on your neck “can’t have your little pussy feeling any pain” he slides your panties to the side and fondles your now soaking vulva before sliding the tip of his middle finger in, entranced by the stretch. the penetration of your walls is foreign to you, especially because your fingers are much smaller. Xavier reaches your usual threshold before he’s even finished fitting his finger in. he inspects your face for any signs pain and begins to thrust when he sees your mouth agape and eyes transfixed on his hand. he presses into you a few times before finding a rhythm, but isn’t satisfied because he knows he needs to find your g spot. Xavier starts to rub your clit with his thumb, effectively distracting you from the poking and prodding he’s doing to find your sensitive spot. you lose your balance and lean onto him when he finds it, letting out a whine.

he kisses the top of your head “feels good huh pretty girl” Xavier is dumbstruck, enjoying watching you being stimulated so much that he hasn’t even thought of his now throbbing erection.

“mhmm” you’re grinding on his finger now, becoming hungry and greedy with lust “need another one, please” you say, meeting his gaze again. Xavier couldn’t deny you even if he wanted to.

“you have to tell me if it hurts, okay?” you nod and he slowly adds his ring finger, stretching you out.

“ah!” you hiss. Xavier is on high alert, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. he’s concerned to see you’ve become a little teary-eyed, but he fails to realize this is from pleasure, not pain. somehow, seeing him so devoted to your bliss makes you more wet, and you pull him in for a kiss, unable to verbally express how he’s making you feel.

“you’re doing so well, such a good girl” you hide your face in his neck, blushing at the nickname, which he finds adorable. you can’t manage to stay still on his fingers any longer, and you find yourself grinding down on them again. Xavier starts moving his fingers faster than before, only urged to go further on by the sounds you’re making against his throat. he’s also become aware of the pulsing around his fingers becoming more frequent, and tries his best to not imagine what you would feel like around his cock, failing miserably.

“fuck” you mumble against his neck. Xavier can tell you’re going to cum soon, he lifts the hood of your clit and pushes his thumb into it. you hurl yourself closer to him, his significantly larger figure almost sheltering yours.

“xavier” you put your hand on his wrist “y-you have to s-stop im gonna-“ you cant even finish the phrase as you meet xavier’s defiant eyes, a smile that’s almost not visible on his lips. the face you’re making as you’re about to fall apart simultaneously making him impossibly more horny and goading him on because it’s his mission to make you cum twice now. your hips twitch as you fall apart on his fingers, and Xavier revels in every second of it, high on the image of you falling apart in front of him. he’s restless now, not giving you a second to catch your breath as he flips you onto your back.

you’re equally excited and nervous for what’s to come. Xavier’s sudden burst of energy catches you off guard, but he quickly distracts you with sloppy kisses down your neck.

“off. now.” he says while tugging your shirt. you’re too horny to do anything but what he says, and the shirt as well as your bra are on the floor seconds later. Xavier strips down to his boxers, the heat you radiate was too much for him to stay clothed. he is able to cup your whole breast in his hand, rubbing a thumb over your nipple and enjoying watching you squirm. your chest is flush, and xavier leaves evidence of his arousal: a trail of hickeys leading down your exposed chest. he helps you pull your underwear down and finally takes his off, you can see that his dick is painfully hard.

your eyes widen at the sight of it, an angry red tint and the size of it fully erect worries you, but you’re mouth is watering despite your fear. you’re ready to take it on regardless of your recent orgasm. xavier leans in to give you a reassuring kiss as he rubs the head of it over your core. your eyes meet as he starts to slide it in, the previous climax definitely helped, but it still feels like you’re being split in half and Xavier can tell.

your features contort and your eyes squeeze shut “i know” xavier utters “i’m sorry, i know it hurts” he pushes some of your disheveled hair out of your face and kisses your forehead. he waits until you signal you’re ready for him to move forward. you angle your hips downward, and he thrusts deeper into you. it stings, but xavier is quick to try to relieve your pain, his fingers rub your most sensitive spot and you shiver with relief. xavier would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying watching the state you’re in. sure, he hates seeing you in pain, but something about your willingness to fit him inside of you has his head spinning. when he’s all the way in, xavier watches your face transform to one of discomfort to ecstasy.

“fuck- you’re so fucking tight- try to relax angel” you do your best to un-tense yourself, still having Xavier’s cock in a vice grip, but you’ve given him enough room to move. “good girl.. so good for me…” his hands caress your hips as he starts to move slowly, forcing a moan out of you. Xavier tries to focus on making you cum, but he realizes it’s harder than he expected since he’s so wrapped up in trying not to cum himself. he switches between watching your awestruck face and watching his painfully stiff cock struggle to fit inside of your now dripping pussy. admittedly, he enjoys the feeling of towering over you in this state, especially how easy it is to maneuver you to get a better angle. his hands easily cover most of your stomach and waist, gripping you for leverage as he begins to pick up his pace.

“y-you’re so big” you cry after a particularly strong thrust.

“yeah? you like it though huh” he teases “you like how much i stretch your tight little pussy… you get wetter because i’m so big it hurts you” you’re grateful that he pulls you in for a messy kiss after that, effectively hiding your bashful face after his, albeit correct, accusation. Xavier effortlessly lifts your hips up so he can nudge himself into you further and you swear you can feel him in your throat. you instinctively grab onto his hair and he lets out a pitiful moan in your mouth. his achilles heel, you think to yourself.

Xavier’s advances are full of avarice now, he wants to claim your depraved facial expression all to himself. he snakes a hand down to your clit, enjoying the mixture of surprise and rapture in your features in response to his action. he starts to taunt you between thrusts “it’s almost pathetic- how worked up you are- gonna cum just because you like- how small i make you feel” you clench around him at his words. he works your clit in circles feverishly and you feel the familiar sensation of your climax nearing.

he desperately wants to keep mocking you as you fall apart, but you’ve just run your fingers through his hair and any thoughts of this have left his mind as a result of the tender gesture. “Xavi— almost t-there” he pulls you in closer to him, never stopping the stimulation of your clit. he fucks you recklessly, chasing his own orgasm as well as yours. Xavier’s eyes on yours, his nimble fingers and frenzied thrusts finally send you over the edge. he follows soon after you tug on his hair, guiltily aroused by your short lived act of roughness. he flops onto the bed, spent, and lazily turns his torso so he can wrap himself around you. you shift closer to him, placing your head on his chest.

“cant believe you have a size kink” he says after a few moments of silence.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about” you say through a smile.

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xavier thorpe x vampire gf!reader pt. 2

tw: kinda gore-ish

It’s been two days since your boyfriend has gotten his mind blown by your sexual activities. You fed off of him and fucked him at the same time, and the dizzy memories of that night will be embedded in his heart forever.

He’s been acting weird since then, though. Following you around Iike a lost puppy even more so than before. Always at your service, always one step behind you and ready to accompany you wherever. You would’ve found it annoying if you hadn’t loved him so much. And so, it’s simply amusing.

During one of these days, you decide to test his newly found submissiveness.

Step 1

Firstly, you test this new kink of his. You aren’t entirely convinced that biting him is the reason for this lovesick attitude and so, you try your luck with a suggestive attempt.

It’s right after classes when everyone is hanging out in the school yard. You’re sitting next to him on the grass but are surrounded by friends who discuss tonight’s plans.

“We could go to a normie cafe,” one of them suggests and right now, you couldn’t care less. Your entire focus is on your lovely boyfriend who’s playing with your hand absent-mindedly, tracing random patterns over your palm.

You decide to start out slow, resting your head on his shoulder. A few seconds in and you take it further, nuzzling your face against his neck and kissing right over the bite he’s been hiding by keeping his hair down the past days.

He stiffens as soon as you kiss the wound and you smirk over his flesh. He knows exactly what you’re doing, can feel your cocky grin over his skin and it only makes his heart beat faster. You can feel the blood pumping harder through his veins as he tries to stay still and the sweet scent of his blood only gets stronger.

For a split of a second, you unveil your fangs and graze them over his neck.

“Yeah, normie cafe sounds good!” He blurts out and ditches the slouching position he’s been in until now. Right now, he’s sitting up straight and stiff, leaving your slumped body behind.

“We already agreed on that like two minutes ago,” Bianca retorts and he’s blushing furiously.

He immediately turns to look at you, silently alerting you to stop this game by widening his eyes. You chuckle in return and nod soundlessly, reassuring him that this is the end.

Even so, you don’t miss the way he uncomfortably shifts on the grass and tries to hide his erection in the following minutes.

Step 2

So far, you’ve discovered that he does have a biting kink. But you want to find out one more thing - if he really is your puppy.

“I’m goin-”

The table creaks as Xavier pushes it to the side so he can stand up as well. The exertion forces the wooden edge against Ajax and Bianca’s chests who complain in return. Xavier doesn’t even bat an eyelid at them, though. His eyes are trained on your frame as if stoning snakes are coming out of your hair.

“Are we leaving?”

“I’m leaving, you can stay,” you clarify, clearly getting a kick out of watching him get so worked up over your possibly missing presence.

“No, I want to come with you,” he declares unabashedly, not minding your friends’ snickering comments about his cheesy devotion.

“I’m only going to the restroom, Xavi.”

You faux sympathetic smile is all he sees before getting left behind. Now he has to fend for his life in front of his friends who won’t stop teasing him.

You don’t really care because your theory is proven to be correct. He really does act strange and overly attentive towards you since you bit him. He’s always been a kind and loyal boyfriend but this was too much even for him.

Not for you, though.

Meet me in the first stall, is the text you send him as soon as you get to the restroom.

Like a loyal puppy, he reads the text and rushes to you. In his defense, he thinks something is wrong with you, maybe you’ve hurt yourself or maybe something has gone wrong with your powers.

“I’m here,” he murmurs, embarrassed that he’s in the ladies’ restroom and praying to the universe that no other woman is in. “Is everything alright?”

Opening the restroom stall, you pull him inside and close the door behind him. And, like a predator, you corner him, hand tightly fisted in the front of his shirt so he doesn’t get away from you.

“What’s going on?” He laughs stupidly, bemused by your actions.

“Nothing. Just wanted to see how you’ve been.” As you speak, your free hand traces from his cheek to his hair, grabbing a handful of it so you can push his head to the side and have a better glance at the old bite.

“Been good. What’s up?” He says nervously, pulse speeding up once again. He’s such a sucker for getting his hair pulled.

He doesn’t know your intentions but he can only hope they involve the thing he’s been fantasizing about for the past two days. A part of him wants to ask you to bite him again but, as much as he submitted to you the past days, he refuses to sound that desperate.

“Nothing, angel.” The pet name combined with the way you tug on his hair rushes all the blood to his penis.

“We can’t. They’re right outside. They’ll be suspicious.” He acts as if he cares if your friends are going to tease him some more.

“Suspicious of what?”

“Of what you’re planning on doing. I’m not stupid,” he defends himself, glancing at you from the uncomfortable position you got him in by craning his neck. “You want to bite me again.”

“And do you?”

Pause. He’s too ashamed to admit it.

“Do you?” You insist.

“No. Yeah. Maybe.”

You broke him. He’s completely at your mercy and totally defeated.

“Mhm, okay,” you mumble and let go of him, a sick and twisted smile painted across your features.

“What? Are you for real?” He scoffs, utterly shattered at the thought of not getting any action after getting so worked up.

“Are you for real, Xavier? While we’re outside with our friends? Control yourself,” you retort, trying so hard not to burst out laughing at his misery.

You love him with all your might but teasing him like that has become your favorite pastime activity.

“But I-” he’s at a loss for words. “Fine. Don’t do it then.”

He rushes out of the restroom beyond embarrassed, fuming as he sits back down with your friends. You appear moments later and he would’ve continued to stay angry if you hadn’t rubbed his thigh soothingly. He’s too in love to ever be mad at you.

Step 3

Conclusion: he is your lovesick puppy and he does have a biting kink. And what do good puppies get? They get rewarded.

You sneak into his room late at night where you find him drawing. He doesn’t notice you at first, too focused on his sketch and, upon taking a closer look, you realize he’s drawing your lips, shiny fangs peaking through.

“Always your muse,” you whisper and startle him.

“What are you doing here?”

“Came to see my puppy.”

“Your what?” Again, he’s acting. This time, he pretends the pet name doesn’t make his dick hard.

“My puppy.” You repeat and straddle his legs, sitting in his lap with your arms enveloping his shoulders. He refuses to touch you for the time being. Still glum. “My adorable little puppy who follows me around in hopes of getting bitten again. Isn’t that right?”

“Is that what you’ve been doing these days? Trying to see if I’m desperate for you?”

You hum in approval and he scoffs.

Ignoring his apprehensive attitude, you fumble with his pyjama pants until you manage to pull his dick out of the confinement of his boxers. It’s hard rock and pulsing in your hand and he’s so embarrassed he can’t even look you in the eye.

“Red suits you,” you teasingly mention the blush on his cheeks and he rolls his eyes but doesn’t do anything to push you away. “Don’t be like this, Xavi,” you coo and stroke his cock. He shifts in his chair and grips the handles, mouth parting just slightly. It’s beyond adorable how affected he is by you.

You lock eyes as saliva pools in your mouth and, then, you aim for his dick, a blob of spit landing on the tip of his throbbing cock. You use it as lubricant, stroking him a little faster as the squelching sounds of your spit start to grow in volume.

“Shit,” he murmurs under his breath, eyes trained on your hand working up and down his length.

“Still mad at me?”

“Yes,” he lies and pouts, obviously way past the point of being infuriated by you.

Which is why you don’t take his words to heart and start pumping him faster, basking in the angelic sounds of his moans echoing through the room. He grunts particularly loud every time your thumb presses against the underside of his dick, where you know he’s beyond sensitive.

And, then, you stop.

“Really? Again?” He whines, exasperated at this point. Tears pool in his eyes with how frustrated he’s become but he refuses to let them run freely down his pink-tinted cheeks.

He only breathes heavily, emerald eyes silently pleading you to stop being so mean.

“Really,” you agree but shift up anyway.

Lifting your skirt, you tease the tip of his cock against your pussy lips. You opted for no panties before sneaking in here and the realization of it has him cursing under his breath. And, then, you sink down on him in one swift movement that has him gasping for air.

“Still mad at me?”

“Maybe,” he croaks out.

“Good. We’re making progress.”

Again, you refuse to let his words affect you and start bouncing on him. He finally lets go of some of his pride and cups your bare ass cheeks under the skirt, helping you move up and down his cock.

“So good,” he praises, too pussy drunk to keep the act going.

“You like it?”

“Mhm.” A dumb and lazy smile is plastered on his face as he looks at you through half-lidded eyes.

He loves you so much, he’s so obsessed with you and your tight cunt that he doesn’t give a fuck anymore about the way you teased him. All he wants is to feel the warmth of your pussy endlessly, feel every inch of your insides with his dick. Every inch that he’s missed and has been so frustrated over.

You both get lost in the moment, rocking in his chair that continues to creak under your weight. Neither of you cares, too focused on chasing your highs and swallowing your moans with open-mouthed pecks that soon turn into sloppy, spit-filled kisses. It’s passionate at best and gross at worst but you really don’t give a damn. You’re both too intoxicated by each other’s presence.

And yet, you are still rational enough to carry on with the finale of your plan.

“Close,” he admits after minutes of having his dick continuously sucked inside your warmth, the sound of his voice muffled by your tongue lapping at his.

That’s when you pull away and grip his hair harshly, tilting his head to the side. He gasps but lets you take control, only helping you bounce on his cock harder while you inch in. Before you get too close, you make eye contact and the looks on his face is telling you that he’s been dying for this to happen again.

That’s all the confirmation you need. After that, your fangs snap out and pierce the skin of his neck. Blood spurts out and you suck hungrily, animalistic groans getting choked in your throat.

That’s it.

He explodes deep inside your womb, a guttural moan leaving his mouth. His hips tremble out of control, rutting into your core as he cums what seems like buckets. It’s never-ending, rope after rope of seed filling you up to the brim. It gets to the point it overflows and spills from your cunt down to his length, smothering the base of his cock in white, creamy liquid. He can feel it, he can feel the wetness pooled on his cock, can feel your hole fluttering around him and, most importantly, can feel your fangs in his throat.

That’s all he remembers before his eyes close shut and he slumps, limbs going heavy as he goes unconscious.

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another vision / xavier thorpe

rated: m (18+, minors DNI)

masterlist

one shot

wc: 3.4k

cw: smut, fingering, unprotected sex, piv, use of ‘baby’, squirting

while staying the night with your best friend, he has another vision in his sleep. this one however, leads to something he never expected.

-

xavier huffed, shutting his sketchbook and leaning back in his desk chair. it was getting late, definitely a lot later than curfew which meant you’d be staying the night in his room once again this week. neither of you were really sure how it started or what it really was but nonetheless you were here.

“can i know what you’re writing this time?” xavier asks, raising his eyebrows at you as he pushes himself off the chair. you shake your head no with a small smile, you never let anyone know what you were writing. “come on, it’s been hours, it's gotta be something good,” he teases, walking over to his drawers and searching for a pair of pajamas to throw on.

you close your laptop after glancing at the time. 12:57am. you reach down to grab your bag before answering. “it’s probably something terrible, now stop prying,” you say, sliding your computer into your bag. xavier throws a set of clothes at you, a pair of pajamas you’d left here about a week ago.

“i always pry. turn around,” he says, grabbing the neckline of his t-shirt. you let your bag fall to the ground before turning and facing the wall xavier’s bed was pressed up against. you scroll through instagram on your phone as xavier changes into something more comfortable. you chuckle when you see enid’s latest post. she’d dragged wednesday on yet another date, and while wednesday didn’t look the slightest bit amused to the average person, you could see that small sparkle of happiness in her eye. they were nevermore’s cutest couple for sure.

a squeal leaves your lips when something is whipped across your ass. you turn around quickly, seeing xavier chuckling and walking away with the shirt he just hit you with. “bitch,” you grumble, standing up yourself.

xavier throws the clothes in his hamper and turns to you. “you liked it,” he teased, bumping you before falling onto his bed. your face goes red before you send him a warning glare. “right, right, not supposed to talk about it,” xavier laughs, holding up his hands in mock surrender.

“shut up and turn around,” you grumble. xavier does as told as you try to calm the heat in your cheeks. you got too stoned one time with ajax and blabbed the majority of your sex life to xavier and it has been by far your biggest mistake. he never missed the chance to take a jab at you. you quickly change, laying your clothes on his desk chair. “can we go to bed?” you asked, sitting on the edge and yawning.

xavier turns to you, eyes falling to the stupid nickelback shirt you always wore to bed. “no, i thought we were gonna go run a marathon,” xavier continues. you pout at him, tiredness evident in your eyes and xavier tries to ignore the way his heart melts. the last time he had a crush on someone, she turned out to be a lesbian in love with her roommate. he really didn’t want to make that mistake again. and you were his best friend, so that made it worse. “c’mon,” he sighs, motioning for you to move against the wall where you always slept. you comply, making your way under his blanket and snuggling into the pillow.

“i’m tired,” you mumble.

xavier chuckles, taking your phone and plugging it in. “i see that,” he says quietly as he turns off his bedside lamp. the darkness engulfs the both of you with just a bit of moonlight peaking through the big window. xavier lays on his side, facing you as you also lay on your side. “you know, i have a single now, with a whole other bed on the other side of the room that you could use,” he says.

you give him another look as your brows furrow. “you want me to go use it then?” you ask, pushing yourself up slightly.

“no,” xavier says quickly, wrapping an arm around your torso and pulling you back down and closer to him. “i like sleeping next to you,” he says. you roll your eyes, too tired to continue this playful argument and let him pull you as close as he wants. this is stuff that friends do, right?

you fell asleep rather quickly and xavier followed not too far behind. you had a dreamless sleep; calm and peaceful. but xavier… he was suffering from another one of those tortuous visions turned dreams. however, this one was not something scary. at least, not in the way they used to be.

flashes of your lips on his, moving fast and desperate. your hands clawing at his chest, begging him to remove his shirt. his hand hidden beneath your tiny sleep shorts, moving fast as you clenched around his fingers. your hand wrapped around him, guiding him to your entrance. you under him, face contorted in pleasure as you clawed his back and moaned his name. feeling you gush around his cock with he played with your clit. it was all so vivid, and felt so real.

xavier sat up with a gasp, dick painfully hard, lungs struggling, and sweat coating his skin. “finally,” you mutter, looking up at xavier from your propped up position.

a strike of panic hit xavier as he glanced down at his exposed lap, boner extremely apparent through his pajama pants. “what happened?” he asked, afraid he did something completely embarrassing.

you bite your lip, afraid to tell him what he’d just been doing in his sleep. but, you knew you couldn’t lie to him. he would figure you out eventually. “uh, well i woke up to you whimpering in your sleep so i figured you were having a nightmare. you um, you were like rubbing against me and i was trying to wake you up but it didn’t work until just now,” you say, cheeks heating up. xavier’s face goes devoid of color. he’d been caught grinding against you while he had a wet dream about you. but… it wasn’t a dream, it was a vision.

“i-i had a vision,” xavier stumbles over his explanation.

your brows furrow, concerned it was another haunting vision than what you assumed to be a wet dream. “what was it about? you okay?” you ask, sitting up and moving as close to him as you could, putting hands on either cheek to see if he was warm.

his eyes clench shut and he shakes his head. he couldn’t lie, he didn’t want to worry you. “the vision it was… sex, okay, me having sex,” he rushed out, leaving out that it was with you.

you felt a pang of heartbreak ring through you as you imagined him finally getting a crush on someone new. “oh…” you say, backing up. “who with?” you ask, avoiding eye contact because you knew it was a weird question to be asking.

xavier’s mouth opens and closes a few times before he lets out a breath. “you,” he mumbles, fully ready for your friendship to come to an end. your eyes widen as your head snaps up.

“me?” you ask and xavier nods solemnly at his lap.

“listen, i’m really sorry, i know that’s so awkward for you to hear and i’m so sorry for the action-” he begins but is cut off by your lips crashing into his. he lets out a noise of surprise, his eyes widened. your hands grab the sides of his face and xavier melts into your kiss, a low hum of content vibrating into your mouth as he grabs your sides. you move your head to the side, deepening the kiss by nipping his lower lip. his jaw parts as he allows your tongue to glide against his. he moans as you begin climbing into his lap, letting his hands fall lower to just above the top of your ass before harshly pulling your lap to meet his. the both of you groan as your cores make contact, kisses becoming harsh and needy. xavier manages to take himself away from your lips, his mouth caressing your jawline before beginning to suck a hickey onto the side of your neck. your hands have now found his hair, running your fingers through it as you gave him space to work on your neck.

your mind was racing in so many directions, trying to process what was happening, but you could only focus on one thing. “xavier,” you speak shakily, bearing more of your neck to him. he hums against your neck in response as he continues nipping and sucking at that spot on your neck. “what was i wearing, in the, in the vision?” you ask, biting back a moan.

xavier finishes up with your neck and raises his head to meet your gaze. “uh, your cringey nickelback shirt and the… exactly what you’re wearing right now…” he trails in realization.

you smirk, grinding against him which brings his gaze back from analyzing your outfit. “well, i don’t think we should delay what’s meant to happen,” you whisper seductively, smiling at him. xavier bites his lip, letting out a soft moan as you roll your hips against his.

“are you sure? this is… we can’t come back from this,” he says, his grip attempting to halt your movements.

you nudge your nose against his, lips ghosting over his. “i’m sure. i’ve been fantasizing about this for months,” you admit. xavier isn’t able to hold himself back anymore and leans in to put his lips on yours again. he lets your hips return to their movement, just not as intense because he wanted to be able to fuck you tonight. his hands instead grip your ass, pulling you along the length of him harsher as he began to rock his hips in time with yours. a pained whine left your lips as you gripped his shirt, tugging the soft material harshly as you wanted it off of him. he broke away from your lips, pulling his shirt up and over his head and throwing it onto the ground next to the bed. he grabbed your shirt, treating it them same before pulling you back in. he gripped your bra covered breast, massaging it in his palm before moving to get you under him. you let your lips part for just long enough to get you laid against the mattress and him hovering above you, nestled between your legs.

he begins kissing you again, hand traveling down your torso before reaching the band of your black pajama shorts. you arch your back, spreading your legs as much as they can to give him more access. “can i?” he mumbles against your lips.

“please,” you gasp, raising your hips up.

he chuckles into your lips, snapping the waistband of your shorts against your skin. “be patient,” he teases, slipping his fingers under your shorts and underwear. his fingers come in contact with your core, the cold sending a jolt through you. he reaches your entrance, collecting the small amount of arousal and spreading it around carefully. by doing this he was buying time. you weren’t worked up enough, he needed a break from stimulation on his dick or he would cum too fast, and he couldn’t skip out on the feeling of you falling apart on his fingers.

he begins nipping at your neck once again, fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit. you were done with trying to contain your moans, everything felt too good. you moaned, raising your hips to meet his fingers. “fuck, look at you,” xavier moans, watching your face as his fingers pumped in and out of you. you let out a small whimper, your nails scratching down his chest as you clenched around him. xavier felt like he was swimming, this was so insane.

“faster,” you sighed, feeling the sweet buildup of your first orgasm begin to tighten your stomach. xavier bit his lip, determined to make you cum so hard you see stars tonight. he adjusts his position, making it so he could drive his fingers into you easier and quicker. you moan out his name, watching him close his eyes to keep some self control. hearing you say his name was intoxicating and he wished he could have it on recording.

your breasts heaved with each breath you took, eyes rolling back as the pleasure started to reach its snapping point. “i’m gonna cum,” you gasp, one hand holding his arm while you gripped his shoulder. xavier bit his lip and picked up the pace, sending you towards the edge of your bliss.

“cum for me, y/n,” xavier grumbles, head clouded with desire. a loud moan leaves your lips as your eyes roll back. your back arching as your pussy clamps down on his fingers, a mess of your arousal pooling out of you. xavier feels his cock twitch, itching to be inside your warm and wet pussy that was so ready for him.

your hips grinded against his fingers as you rode out your orgasm. you tried catching your breath as you came down, eyes fluttering back to xavier and his eyes that were staring you down with so much hunger. xavier removed his drenched fingers from your shorts, bringing them up to his mouth. he glances at your shocked face before taking his fingers into his mouth. his eyes roll back this time, fluttering shut as he moans around his fingers. “you taste so fucking good,” he groans when he pulls his fingers away.

you let out a noise of protest and pull him down to you by his shoulders, attaching his lips to yours once again. you taste yourself on his tongue, smiling into the heated kiss. one of your hands holds the side of his face, the other roaming his toned chest. “let me fuck you,” xavier breaths when he pull away for only a second. you let him kiss you again, but ready to agree once given the chance. “please,” he mumbles against your lips. you smirk and he pulls away. “i’ll make you feel so good,” he says, nudging your nose with his so he can reattach your lips.

you push him up so you have a chance to speak. “please, fuck me, xavier,” you say and xavier swears he could’ve cum on the spot. he immediately leans down to pull your back off the bed in order to unclasp your bra.

he grunts as he throws the bra, your round tits on full display for him. “you’ve been fucking hiding these from me?” he tsks, grabbing each with a hand. they were perfectly sized for him, he was mesmerized.

you let out a soft laugh at him. “didn’t know you’d want to see them so bad,” you tease.

xavier shakes his head, readjusting himself so he can press a few quick kisses along your breasts. “baby, i’ve been jerking off to my imagination of these for the past year and a half,” he mumbles before placing kisses along the swell of your breasts. your heart swells at the nickname while your pussy clenches at his admission.

he doesn’t spend much time on your tits this time, they’d be there later and he really needed to have his dick inside you. he reaches for his own waistband and you do the same, both shedding your pants and underwear at the same time. “i don’t have any con-“ xavier starts, taking in your face for your reaction.

“it’s fine, i’m a witch, xavier, and i’m on birth control,” you say and xavier nods. he crawls back between your legs, eyes taking in every inch of your whole body.

he bites his lip, studying your curves and eyes lingering specifically on your pink pussy, all glossy and ready for him. “remind me next time to take my time on your whole body,” he says, looking up into your eyes.

you blush but pull him in for another searing kiss. his dick rubs against the juncture of your hip and pelvis, so close yet so far from where you need it. you whine against his lips, reaching down and moving his dick to slide between your slick folds. xavier weakens against you, his cock twitching. he pulls back, grabbing his dick and guiding the tip up and down your folds. “tell me you want it. tell me you want my dick inside you,” xavier demands, circling your clit with his head. you reach down and grab his long cock within your delicate fingers.

“please, i want it so bad,” you beg, xavier short circuiting for a moment as he finally heard you say the words he’s been dreaming off. the both of you guide him to your hole, biting your lips as he presses himself inside of you. he goes slow, massaging your hip with one hand as he watched your face for signs of discomfort. you wince at the stretch but keep you hand on his wrist.

xavier slows down the deeper he gets, watching your face contort into slight pain. “you okay? want me to stop or slow down?” xavier asks, gaze switching between your eyes.

you nod, biting your lip. “keep going, fuck,” you breath, knowing that it was going to feel so good. xavier carefully continued, paying extra close attention to the sounds you made. when he finally bottomed out and his balls laid against your ass you let out a sigh.

he carefully moved back to hovering over you and pressed his lips to yours before pushing your hair back. “you tell me when you’re ready, okay?” he says, looking into your eyes. you nod, pulling him back to your lips to ignore the sting. after a few minutes of making out, you start rocking your hips against him.

xavier groans into your mouth at the movement. “i’m ready,” you say into his lips. xavier pulls his hips back before slowly pushing back into you. you both moan in pleasure and xavier holds a steady pace, getting deeper with each stroke. “harder,” you say as xavier pulls away to prop himself up to get a better angle.

“you want it harder, baby?” xavier breaths and you nod. xavier, not being able to deny you anything, complies and pulls his hips all the way back to where just the tip was left inside you before ramming himself back into you. you let out a screaming moan and xavier smiles cockily. “fuck yes, scream for me,” he grunts, pulling his hips back to do the same thing. your hands wrap around, gripping the back of his shoulders as his thrusts begin to speed up while still hitting deep.

you feel pure euphoria as he hits right where you want him. your nails dig into his back, dragging as you moan his name. “shit, xavier, fuck me so good,” you whine. your mouth was in an o as he pounds against your sweet spot.

he moans as you leave deep scratches in his back, knowing he’d be marked up by you for days. “m’not gonna last much longer,” xavier says between breaths.

“cum inside me,” you moan and xavier feels your walls clench around him. he cursed himself and pushes himself up slightly to put his arm between you two. he thumb rests on your clit, gliding back and forth over it as he pounded into you faster. “oh fuck,” you whimper, a vice grip around xavier’s cock it’s almost hard to thrust in and out of you.

he looks at you, seeing your face so blissed out. “that’s it, cum all over my cock, baby girl. fuck, c’mon, let me feel it,” he grunts as he’s driving into you.

“xavier!” you scream out as your back arches off the bed, nails digging into his shoulder as your jaw drops and your eyes roll back. your stomach tightens in tandem with your walls as a hot spray of your arousal coats your ass and thighs along with xavier’s cock, stomach, and upper thighs. you shudder with the aftershocks of your orgasm, smaller streams spurting out of your used pussy.

the second you began cumming around his cock, xavier choked. “fuck- y/n!” he yelped in your ear as ropes of his thick cum painted your walls. he fucked you both through the ends of your orgasms, your hips grinding against him until you both fell limp.

you both took a moment in each other's arms, catching your breath before coming back to reality. “you squirted,” is the first thing xavier says as he comes back to.

you feel the mess beneath you and cringe. “sorry,” you mumble.

xavier pushes himself up to look at you with furrowed brows. “do not be sorry,” he says sternly, “i can’t wait to make you do that again,” he trails, kissing your lips. “and again,” he mumbles before placing his lips to yours, “and again,” he finishes.

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my friends do not see what I see in him and it's confusing. like HELLO?? he's so 🤭🤭?

haha yes his height and hair have me blushing fr…

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hello! I recently have watched Wednesday and became obsessed with Xavier (I mean who wouldn't, he's so fine) and I just wanted to say I love your works!

hi ily 🫶 thank u so much ☺️ and yes xavier is fine lol 🤭

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Muse

synopsis: Xavier just wants a picture of you so he can draw it. things don’t go according to plan…

warnings: blowjob, penetration, fingering

it was an accident really. a genuine, complete, accident. you just wanted to support your talented friend who had been begging you for a subject for his next painting.

“please! it doesn’t have to be a good photo of you, I just need one for reference” he says exaggeratedly as you make your way to class. his giant frame is never an inch away from yours if he can help it, and today is no different. he’s tugging on your arm like a lost puppy as he begs you to be his muse for the millionth time.

“oh, so you’re saying I take bad photos?” you reply snidely.

he grins widely, knowing your games too well by now “you know that’s not what i meant” and gives you a playful push.

“i’ll think about it xavier, but you should really find another victim”

“i believe the correct term is “muse” dork”

“keep calling me dork and see where that gets you” he puts his hands up, mimicking what he would look like “surrendering” to you.

Xavier wishes he could hide how excited he is to draw you again. He can’t wait to combine his two favorite things: you, and his obsession with art. what you don’t know is Xavier wants to take this opportunity to ask something he’s been too shy to say for years….

when the seemingly never ending school day is finally over, he walks you to your room. your hallmate left for the week, so it was just you and Xavier sprawled out on your bed. he sat at the foot of it, legs crossed while yours were draped over his lap.

he eagerly awaits you to send him a picture while you briskly scroll through your camera roll. you finally deem one appropriate for his next masterpiece, a selfie of the two of you. his arms wrapped around your neck while you’re giving him a jokingly disapproving look. at least, that’s what you think you’re sending him. Xavier however, receives a completely different image that you accidentally sent instead.

he quickly taps on the notification with his pencil ready, opening up a photo of your breasts on display. “o-oh my god”

“what?!” you exclaim, confused at his reaction.

“are you sure that’s what you want me to draw?” he says timidly.

“yeah, unless you have a problem with it i guess” it’s too late now, you’re absentmindedly scrolling through your phone.

Xavier tries to start drawing, he really does. truthfully, he started getting hard the minute he opened the photo and now he’s trying to get a grip on his pencil, which won’t stop shaking in his hand. you can feel his dick rising since your leg is still on his lap, causing you to look up.

this is when you notice he’s shaking. “Xavi, what’s wrong?”

Xavier can barely bear the nickname right now, combined with everything else he’s experiencing.

“i’m- i’m sorry. i don’t know if i can draw this” Xavier shows the phone to you and you turn a shade of red he doesn’t think he’s ever seen before.

“oh shit! oh fuck i’m so sorry oh my god fuck!” you cover your face with your hands.

Xavier, although nervous, tries his best to reassure you and puts a gentle hand on your leg. “it’s ok, i just didn’t think we were at that level, you know?”

you spread your fingers, peeking your eyes through “it’s fine, really” he gives a weak, bashful smile. a part of him kind of wishes you did send it on purpose, and it’s not like he hadn’t thought of his best friend naked before…

in a desperate attempt to change the subject you ask “does that hurt?” while staring at his now erect penis that creates a tent in his sweatpants.

“um- i- “

“i can help you with it if it does- i read somewhere that it hurts when you- you know-“ words are coming out of your mouth faster than your brain can process what’s happening now… “if not we can forget this ever happened and i won’t tell anyone- i promise” you’d probably regret saying that later, but right now, you can’t help it. you’ve had the biggest crush on xavier forever and if you’re being honest, you’re in a pretty similar aroused state right now.

“i don’t know… i don’t want to put you in an uncomfortable po-“

“i want to” you cut him off “i’ve wanted to for years Xavi” you’re crawling towards him now.

“do you want to?” you ask him, although the evidence is all over his face, he looks almost pained. his mouth is slightly agape and his eyes are focused on your lips. lips that he has thought of kissing for months now, but this time, he doesn’t resist the urge.

Xavier can’t hold it anymore, he takes your face in his hands and kisses you. it’s hesitant at first, both of you in shock that it’s finally happening. it takes seconds for it to get sloppy. you break apart only to climb on xavier’s lap, and you don’t miss the distressed look he wears as a result of moments apart from you. you’re quick to relieve him, sitting down with your thighs on either side of his hips, and both of you stifle a moan when your clothed cunt makes contact with his dick. now it’s your turn to grab his face and he loves every second of it, wanting nothing more than to fawn over you as you use him for your pleasure. you, however, won’t have that, stopping at nothing until he’s completely ruined.

you take his bottom lip between yours and suck on it, and Xavier swears he’s seeing stars. he starts getting messy as both of your lips are covered in each other’s spit and that alone is making him dizzy. he doesn’t even realize he’s begun to grind his hips upward trying to relieve himself in the friction you’re creating. you tell him to pull off his t-shirt and he does so immediately, and you do the same. he smoothes his hands up and down your waist as if you’re made of glass, looking you up and down with a mixture of reverence and desire. you almost want to laugh at him because you’d never imagine seeing your best friend like this, looking at you like he’d been starving for days and desperate to kiss you again, but you settle for giving him an amused smile.

“what is it?” he asks with the most precious look of confusion on his face.

“you’re so cute baby” his eyelashes flutter and he looks away, he shifts slightly while trying to pretend the new pet name doesn’t turn him on more. you can tell that he’s smiling too now, internally giddy.

you start to leave a trail of kisses down his neck, and he lets out a pleasure filled sigh. when you start to teasingly lick his abdomen he tenses up again, and you hear a soft “ah” escape his lips. you unbutton his pants and pull down his boxers and Xavier starts to tremble. he looks down at you with watery eyes and you take his dick in your hand. he lets out a hiss at your warmth.

you start to kiss his shaft and his brows furrow but his eye contact never wavers. if xavier could have this moment tattooed on his brain, he would. when you take his head in your mouth and suck he jolts, unable to control his movements at this point. you slowly take more of him into your mouth and hollow your cheeks. you start to stroke xavier’s leg with your free hand and xavier’s gaze softens at the tender gesture.

you slowly take him deeper into your mouth, astonished that you’ve made it this far without choking. “fuck” he cries as you fit all of him in your mouth. you start a slow rhythm of sliding your lips up and down his shaft and xavier lies back, helpless to your actions. you can feel how tense the muscles in his stomach and legs are, doing his best to hold back his impending orgasm. as you speed up, xavier begins to babble uncontrollably, a mixture of “you feel so good”, “you’re so pretty, fuck!”, and so on. you fondle his balls and he’s almost sent over the edge, but you pull yourself off of him just in time.

he stares at you, dazed “did i do something wrong?” god, you’d do anything for those puppy dog eyes.

“no baby, just wanted you to come inside me, is that alright?” xavier wants to pinch himself.

“y-yeah” he leans in for another clumsy kiss, drunk on the feeling of being so close to you. it’s full of tongue and lips crashing together, but quickly ends with a gasp as you guide his cock to your pussy.

xavier watches himself enter you in a trance, completely mesmerized at your facial expression and the stretch of your cunt. when your fully seated, a tear falls down his cheek. you admit, you may have overstimulated him a bit. you wipe it away with your thumb and apologize. “i’m sorry for making you wait my love” he doesn’t seem to care at this point.

Xavier reaches his arms around your waist and pulls you in closer, causing you to moan at the adjustment “you’re s-so warm” he lets out.

“can i take this off?” he says as a hand slides over the clasp of your bra.

“yeah” you reply, and he begins to fiddle with the hook. he slides it off of your shoulders.

“so, do you think i’m a catfish?” you inquire. he lets out a wholesome laugh and you follow suit. Xavier gently pushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear and places his palm on your cheek.

“i think you’re the opposite of a catfish” you blush and attempt to turn your head away, but he pulls you in for another kiss. he moves to kiss the corner of your lips, then your chin, your jaw, and finally stops at your neck. he nibbles your jugular and then sucks, and your hips buck forward as he finds your sensitive spot. Xavier moans and you take this as a sign to keep moving.

you grind down on him and Xavier does his best to mentally prepare himself for the onslaught of pleasure. he’s already about to cum, holding on just so he can get you to try to finish first. he slides his hands down to your ass pushing you down on his cock while he pushes his hips up, effectively guiding himself deeper than you thought possible. you yelp and Xavier watches your features contort, repeating the action so he can listen to you moan again and again. he shifts one of his hands close to your cunt and guides a thumb to your clit, rubbing it in circles, prompting you to jolt and start bouncing on his cock more eagerly than before.

“shit- shit- fuck!” Xavier doesn’t know what he’s saying anymore, he only knows that he’s been close to cumming for more than an hour now, and he’s about to burst. you wrap your arms around his neck for stability and pick up your pace.

“oh my god” he whines and his grip on your hips tightens. you realize how close he is, so you stop your movement.

“no- no! i need it please” his head falls into your neck and you stroke his back.

“i know my love, i just need you to ask for it nicely okay?” he lifts his head and you coo at his tear stained cheeks. “do you think you can do that for me?”

“y-yeah” you start to move again immediately, not wanting to prolong his suffering any further. Xavier cant stop himself from thrusting into you, and you let him, enjoying the look in his eyes as he starts to fall apart.

“are you gonna cum soon baby?” you ask after a particularly hard thrust.

“y- yes please- please can i c-cum?” Xavier is shaking uncontrollably now, his movements are sloppy and uncoordinated.

“yes my love” you smile “but you can’t take your pretty eyes off of me okay? i want to see you” Xavier is blushing harder than ever, he’d never admit that’s what sent him over the edge. he does his best to keep his eyes on yours, his mouth open and letting out angelic moans while his nails dig into your hips. he thinks your the most beautiful person alive as you keep up your pace grinding on his cock. his brows furrow and fresh tears arise as you continue to speed up, a look of tortured confusion mixed with euphoria on his face.

“i- i can’t please!” he wails. you finally cease your movement, panting. xavier pulls you into a tight hug, kissing your sweaty body in any place he can reach.

“thank you, thank you, thank you” he repeats between kisses. you flop down onto your mattress, and xavier hovers over you, smothering your face with kisses.

“baby, i want to make you cum now. can i? please? need to watch you cum” he babbles.

“you don’t have to Xavi, but yes” you’re still catching your breath.

“i want to” and without hesitation he slides his fingers to to your sopping cunt. “so wet… such a pretty pussy” you bury your face in the pillow.

“no need to be shy my love…” his thumb rubs over your clit and your thighs clench. he pushes them open gently, eyes fixated on your pulsing cunt. he slides two fingers in, feeling his own cum inside of you and trying his best not to get hard at the sensation. he curls his fingers upward and your hips shift at the sensitivity. he holds them down with his free arm and continues his ministrations. he probes for your most delicate spot and knows he’s found it when you squeeze his arm and whimper. you lift your head again and he meets your eyes, staring at you as he quickens his pace. you’re already worked up so it doesn’t take much after that, but what sets you over the edge is his decision to take your clit into his mouth and kiss it sloppily. your legs shake and kick and he happily continues to thrust his fingers as you ride out your orgasm, grinding down on them.

now you’re truly exhausted, and Xavier curls up next to you as you continue to catch your breath. “y’know, i was going to use the painting as a way to ask you out…” you perk up at this.

“really?!” xavier beams at you.

“yeah” you pull him into a kiss and he doesn’t stop smiling.

[noonswrites]

hello new followers…

i’ve been wanting to write for a while and i made “honesty” to “test the waters” lol. it’s doing way better than expected so i’m going to start taking requests now :) just pls remember i’m still new at this and i reserve the right to decline something if i’m uncomfortable with it. right now i’ll only be writing for xavier, but i may do more in the future. thank you for all the love on my first post!