Clueless — A Xaviersobased oneshot
In which Xaviersobased and you meet in a club, and you are blissfully unaware of who Xavier really is. And he loves it. Not having women flatter his ego just to get in his pants was a relief, especially since for the first time in a while, he has to actually try to get you. Word count: 6,442
Contains: Drinking, smoking, cunnilingus, p in v (unprotected), lit asf in the club with Xavier, basically hookup with Xavier (who you barely know), reader angry towards the end, but it gets resolved.
The club is always loud, dark and flashy. Flashy, not only in the sparkles and bright lights, but also in the people there. Xavier wasn’t a big fan of the attention-seeking, the staring, or anything that was too performative. And that’s why he hated hoes.
He had enough time in the spotlight, so the time he spent in the club with close friends was to try to relax a little. He also couldn’t deny the fact that he liked to look at pretty women, flirt a bit, and maybe fuck around a little.
The club played good music, that’s part of the reason it’s become the place he frequently visits. He also lived close by, so there was never an excuse not to go. Just invite some of your closest friends and the club would be a perfect place for a Saturday night like this one.
You danced. You loved to dance. No matter whether your friends sat in a corner, were by the bar or even took a smoke break outside, you were on the dance floor. It drew attention to you, but that’s only part of the reason you did it. It brought you genuine joy and freedom, getting dolled up, hitting the club and then dancing until you felt light headed.
So, tonight, you’d certainly drawn the attention of somebody special, except you just didn’t know it yet.
He plotted from far away, his eyes glued to you as your hips swayed and you moved passionately. Your arms had a mind of their own, but even through all the quickness, you kept a rhythm. You were smiling, happy, and he immediately noticed your pretty lips. You seemed cute, hot, and not too basic.
But he couldn’t just pounce on you just like that, and that was for a couple of reasons; firstly, he was a famous rapper, second of all, he was with a bunch of his friends and third of all, he liked to be a little smoother than that.
That’s why he waited until you’d finally gone outside for a breather, probably taking a smoke break with your friends. In the best nonchalant way he could, he made an excuse to head outside and did so, immediately spotting you leaning against the wall, cigarette in hand. You weren' t by your friends, but there were others scattered all around the outside wall of the club, either taking a breather, trying to not throw up, or just simply smoking aswell.
Grabbing an already rolled joint from his jeans pocket, he walks up to you, leaning against the wall right beside you. He wasn't going to say anything yet. He knew that his existence alone was enough to make girls go crazy, so he expected the usual; a gasp, a squeal, any type of excitement from the woman he was standing next to. He was Xaviersobased after all, and New York was his city.
You looked to the side, quickly eyeing him before going back to minding your own business, like you normally did. You knew guys didn't stand next to you for nothing, no matter how much credit they give themselves for being nonchalant.
He lights his joint, taking a puff calmly. No reaction from you, even after you checked him out... strange. Or maybe he was just too used to chicks doing anything for his attention. He took another puff, this time eyeing you as calmly as he could. You could feel his eyes on you, so you peeked back, making eye contact with him.
He doesn't say anything and just hands his joint out to you. You look down at it before looking back up into his eyes. He seemed interesting. He had good style, good hair. But you never took weed from strangers.
"No, thanks." You smile politely, shaking your head.
"Why not? Y'don't smoke weed?" He asked, shrugging his shoulders and taking another puff. You chuckled lightly.
"It's not that, I just don't know you." Taking another hit of your cigarette, you maintain eye contact with him. He grinned, nodding to himself.
"Yeah, that's fair." He seemed friendly enough, but you could never be sure with men, especially from around here.
"I'm not evil, y'know." He added shortly after, a playful tone to his words. You hummed, almost like you didn't believe him, and he scoffed jokingly.
"I'm Xavier by the way. Does Xavier sound like an evil name?" He teased, sticking his free hand out to shake. He knew he had to be extra polite, you weren't easy like most girls he talked to. You chuckled in return. Still no reaction... did you really not know who he was?
"You never know." You replied, shaking his hand politely. The last time you'd shaken someone's hand during an introduction must've been years ago. "I'm y/n." He hummed and nodded. There was a short silence. He takes another puff, and so do you.
Xavier prided himself in being his authentic self, speaking on what was exactly on his mind and never feeling ashamed of what he did. But here he was, trying to not look as dumbfounded as he actually was. How was he supposed to approach this now? Fuck, what was he supposed to say? It was at this moment he kind of missed the easy girls.
You clear your throat and his eyes quickly dart to you. Goddamn, he was on edge -- and desperate, and now you definitely knew that too.
“You… c’mere often?” He cringes as soon as he says it. It doesn’t help that he didn’t even sound convinced of his own words. You look into his eyes for a second, almost grinning to yourself before replying. This guy was kind of a doofus.
“Hm, never seen you before.” Why the hell would he say that? Even he didn’t know. It’s like he was missing, shot after shot. You hummed in return, turning your eyes away from him. He takes another puff, an uneasy silence falling between the two of you. The poor guy, he seemed sweet enough. Might as well give him a hand.
“I uh- don’t trust random weed easy… but a drink would be nice.” You smile, and he has to stop himself from smiling ear to ear.
“Aight, for sure, for sure.” He nods, grinning slightly. The lit part of his joint and your cigarette were practically the only sources of light in this dark street — other than the dim streetlights and the occasional headlights of a car passing by. You both smoke up and throw the butt on the ground. He was heading back inside with a bit more confidence, and you walking beside him. He nods at the bouncers, and you realize in just a second that he was known around here.
The loud music hits your ears as you re-enter the club with Xavier, and you instantly feel the rush of excitement go through you. As a smile spreads across your face, you grab Xavier's wrist instinctively. He leans in and you speak into his ear.
"You up to dance, or are you gonna be boring in a corner?" He chuckles. He liked you. Leaning into your ear, he speaks calmly.
"Lets go after some shots, on me." You nod your head and he leads you to the bar. He quickly gets the attention of the bartender and orders some shots you didn't catch the name of. But they come quickly, and when he counts down, you throw the shot glass back and swallow instantly. The sweet, yet strong alcohol burns down your throat and your nose scrunches a little. He grins, shaking his head slightly as the burn hits him, too. Now you felt alive.
"One more?" He yells loud enough over the music, and you nod without thinking. He orders shots again and you both quickly throw them back. This one had lost all its sweetness and was even more bitter. You cough a little and he grumbles, but you both end up getting over it quickly. You didn't want to seem impatient, but after two shots and the loud bass constantly shaking through your body, you needed to dance.
"Let's go!" You yell out to him, and before he could even ask what that fully meant, you grab his wrist and lead him to the dancefloor, where countless of other people were dancing mindlessly. Turning to him, you sway your hips side to side, and his eyes dart down for a second. Grinning at him, you urge him to dance, and he just moves his shoulders to the beat, in that nonchalant way all guys did — because men just refused to dance in the presence of women for some reason.
You roll your eyes at him, moving your arms to the music, head turning from side to side, hair flying as you danced energetically. The music transitions into Don't Stop the Music by Rihanna and you almost lose your shit. Your hips sway harder, your arms move above your head and you shut your eyes ocassionally, letting the music wash over you. Xavier couldn't be any more pleased. A pretty girl dancing right in front of him, anyone would be joyous from watching you let loose.
"Come on, dance with me!" Maybe it was the alcohol starting to hit, or you just hadn't danced with someone in a while, but you grabbed Xavier by his shirt, pulling him closer and turned around, backing yourself up against him. His eyes widened slightly, but he grinned, a very smug grin. You put your hands on your hips, swaying against him. This was more known territory for him, he'd been danced against before. One of his hands shot up to your waist as the other stayed by his side. The song continued playing loudly;
'I wanna take you away...' You sung along with the music, feeling your back press against his chest. You bent over slightly, backside pressed against him. His hand caressed down your waist, feeling over your hip. He was enjoying himself a little too much. It made your heart skip, knowing this man you met about ten minutes ago, was feeling you up. And you were allowing it.
His free hand grabbed yours, raising it above your head, urging you to twirl around, which you do with a giggle. Now you're facing him, and he's looking at you hungrily, like most guys do the second you give them attention. His hands flew to your waist, gripping each side. Your arms wrapped around his neck, the intimacy of this situation making you smile bashfully.
He leans in, grumbling into your ear, "You're hella pretty." You grin. Your arms wrap around him even tighter, keeping his face close. You were never like this. Well, only when the alcohol hit. "You seem... cool, too." You tease, giving him some attitude. He scoffed playfully.
"Just cool? Nahh, I can't take that answer." His hands trail up your waist slowly.
"Why not? It's a good thing!" You grin from ear to ear. He shakes his head slightly.
"You right, you right. It's nice to hear it from you." He was definitely tipsy, you could tell by his half-lidded eyes and his uneven movements.
"You're such a cornball." You giggle, and his hands move down to your hips.
"For complimenting you? Damn, can't say shit anymore." You could feel his breath on your lips, since when has he gotten this close? Honestly, you didn't even care. He was cute, funny... and uh- that was enough for you to be honest.
"I'm joking... You're sweet." He grins wider at your compliment, his hands sliding to your lower back. He was getting bold, and you would let it happen.
"Sweet, huh?" Shit, he never got this mushy with girls he just met. Did he drink too much? Or were you just that pretty. You nod.
"You live close?" He asks, and your heart skips. He wants to get out of here, and you can tell by the way he asked, he wants to get into your house.
"I don't know..." Your eyes dart down to his lips for a second, acting playful.
"Oh, come on, I'm sweet, right? You don't get with sweet guys?"
Next thing you knew, you were leading him out of the club, hand in hand. Your friends were standing outside, and they had your purse. They clearly looked a little worried when they saw you with Xavier, clearly heading home, but they let it be. As you walked away, you heard one of your friends mumble, 'Wait, isn't that...'
Walking to your apartment only took five minutes, and the whole way there he was making you laugh. You grab your keys as you get closer to your apartment complex, and he chuckles to himself. You turn to him, eyebrow raised in confusion.
"Nah, it's nothin... I live closeby." He says with a grin, and you chuckle aswell.
"Well, you're welcome to come over anytime." You joke, unlocking the complex's front door and walking inside, Xavier following behind you. The difference between the nice looking, colorful club and your grey, old apartment complex was stark. Thankfully, your old elevator wasn't broken, which was rare. You step in the elevator and so does he, you click the button for your floor and the elevator slowly goes up.
You look at him, like really look at him. This was the first time you'd seen him in a clear light. He had a specific look to him, his clothing wasn't complex, but it seemed unique. He had chipped nailpolish, which you hadn't expected. His hair was actually nice looking, and he had those tired eyes that suited him just right.
"Yeah, I would stare, too." He calls you out with a smirk, and you just roll your eyes playfully. The elevator reaches your floor and you both exit the elevator. Walking down the hall of apartments, you feel a little more sobered up. It hit you that you were practically letting a stranger in your house... but you try and shrug the feeling off, especially as you begin unlocking your apartment door.
As you both walk inside, you kick your shoes off, and so does he. You walked over to your livingroom and turned on some mood lighting, filling the dark room with an orange hue. You felt exposed, having someone you barely knew in your house.
"So, make yourself at home-" Before you can even finish your sentence, you feel his arms wrap around your waist, his lips suddenly kissing the side of your neck, your back pressed against his chest. You squeal and he suddenly scoops you up with a grunt.
"Where your bedroom at?" He asks, voice a little strained from lifting you, and you giggle. You point at your bedroom door and he kicks it open. He tosses you on your bed and you quickly crawl up your bed, turning on the lamp on your bedside table. He looked around your bedroom for a second with a grin before getting on your bed. he grabs your ankle and pulls you closer, which leaves you with an excited smile on your face. He knew what he was doing.
"You even prettier in good lighting." He mumbles, hovering over you, his hands on each side of you shoulders. Your arms wrap around his waist and your legs wrap around his hips. He leans in and finally kisses you, his lips locking onto yours. You kissed him back, and you both keep going, kisses being long and sloppy. One of his hands slowly caress up your stomach through your clothes, his head angled differently to deepen the kiss.
Your hands cup the sides of his face, and his lips move to your cheek, kissing there, then your jaw, then even lower, down your neck. You let out a huff, and thats all the confirmation he needs to start sucking and licking the side of your neck. You breathe out heavier and his hand moves over your hip. He sucks a hickey into your neck, and quickly moves further down, kissing by your collarbone. He was experienced, more than, and you could tell.
His free hand moved up between your thighs, fingertops squeezing the inner part of it. He groans against your skin and before you can even realise, his hands are crawling under your top. He was keeping you stimulated, roaming hands all over your body, in all the right places.
"You like that...?" His voice was husky, warm breath hitting just below your collarbone. You hum and nod softly, your hands moving to his hair, fingers kneading through it. He pushes your top up, exposing your stomach. He dives in, lips wrapped around the smooth skin, leaving wet kisses across your stomach. His touch left you whimpering, looking down at him with a desperate expression. He looks up at you through his lashes, and his eye contact makes your heart flutter.
Was this smart right now? The thought crosses your mind, and your brain fogs up, clouded by thoughts of uncertainty. You barely knew him, like seriously barely knew him. Holy shit, you don't even know his age. As that reminder crashed over you, Xavier's lips were making their way down your lower stomach, his fingers already hooked in you bottoms.
"Wait-" Your voice makes him stop in his tracks. He looks up at you, confused and slightly concerned.
"You good?" He asks, and you're not sure how to answer. After a second of thought, you hold yourself up by your elbows and clear your throat.
"I... honestly barely know you. I don't know, this suddenly felt very real... sorry." He could tell you were genuine; genuinely concerned, and genuinely sorry. He smiled gently, his hand sliding over your waist.
"Nah, yeah, I get it." He breathes out. "Listen, no stress. But uh, I really want you." He can't stop his fingers from crawling further under your skirt. His words evoke a feeling of arousal, and his eyes are practically burning into yours. Maybe... this wasn't too bad.
"Wow... I really barely know you." You said with a huff of a chuckle, "Like, how old are you even?"
"I'm twenty-two." He replies smoothly and quickly, like he wants to get this questionnaire over with so he can get to the good part. You nod, because that's the only way you know how to respond right now. You feel kind of stupid, stopping him as he was pleasuring you, just to practically say nothing and get nowhere. He seems to notice the doubt in your eyes and speaks up.
"How about you get to know me through this?" You perk up at his tone. He grins. "Like... I introduce myself through this whole thing..." His hand lands on your chest, pushing you back down gently so you lie down again.
“What d’you mean?” You ask with a shy smile, and before you could breathe again, he had pulled your bottoms off of you, underwear included. You gasped, your hand shooting out to cover something — anything!
But he grabbed your wrist, planting a kiss to your wrist, his other hand on your inner thigh, spreading your legs apart.
“Trust me.” Is the only thing he said, suddenly leaning down to where it’d been aching this whole time. Like a man on a mission, he stares at your cunt, literally licking his lips before planting a kiss on the skin right above your clit.
He kisses your inner thigh now.
“I’m twenty-two.” You’re starting to catch on now…
For every kiss, he’d tell you more about himself. That was so corny… and hot.
He kisses right on your clit, and you gasp. The second kiss on your clit makes you moan.
“I’m 5’11.” You groan, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe up your cunt. His lips wrap around your clit and suck, leaving your back arching. You’d hooked up with near strangers before, but Xavier was different. He seemed interesting, real and passionate — not some drunken guy who only wants to get himself off.
Your hand instinctively moved to his head, fingers tangling in his curly hair. He definitely loved to hear you moan, as every time you did, he’d redouble his efforts and suck even harder. Wet noises filled the room, and he made out with your cunt like he'd been starved.
Maybe it was the fact you hadn’t been eaten out in a while, or maybe it was the extremely skilled way Xavier worked his mouth, but you were already close. You felt the muscles in your legs tense slightly, that feeling in your stomach, excitement and overwhelming pleasure build up and knot together. Your thighs tightened together, as if to tell the man between your legs to calm down, but he didn’t seem to care at all. Matter of fact, his fingers dug into your inner thigh, keeping your legs split as he sloppily kissed over your clit.
Like a wave hitting rocks, your orgasm crashed over you. The way he worked you over had you making noises you’d never expected from yourself, loud and high pitched whines and moans. Your body felt like it was on fire, thighs trembling slightly as contractions came along with your ecstasy. You didn’t want to say this was your best orgasm in months, but this felt like your own slice of heaven. Xavier guided you through it, the attention and pleasure making your gut twist with arousal. It was clear he was enjoying himself.
With a soft kiss to your folds, he raises his head from between your thighs, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. You pant lightly, so sensitive and still in shock by his performance. He grinned, that cocky grin of knowing that he did well.
“I uh, got nothin left to say bout myself.” He said with a huff of a chuckle, and you return the breathless chuckle.
“I think you proved yourself to me…”
“Aight, good.” He leaned up, pressing a kiss to your lips, one of his hand trailing up your waist. Lips moved against each other gently, like you were protecting the moment that just passed.
“Is it too early to ask if I can put it in?” He asked with a huff, and you grinned, hand still running through his hair.
With a grin and a quick nod, one of his hands moves down to his jeans, unbuttoning- and zipping them before sliding then down his hips. It seemed like you both looked down at the bulge in his underwear at the same time, but he teased you by grabbing hold of it and palming it. You felt your heart flutter. He was big, horny and cocky.
“You got me horny as fuck… shit.” He practically groans, hand quickly pulling his boxers down enough to free himself. You stared in awe, feeling arousal build up all over again. Both your hands had found their way to the sides of his neck. He guided your legs up, thighs pressed against his hips as he aligned himself with your still-soaked entrance.
With his hand wrapped around his shaft, he slowly pushed inside — not because it was too tight to move quickly, but because he wanted to savour the moment. And tease you a little.
You whined, feeling him slowly push inside of you. It was practically uncomfortable, having him be so slow. Your eyes locked, a look of desperation in yours and a look of pride in his. This was beyond being experienced; he was genuinely having fun with it.
"That feel good...?" He teased, a hand now pressing against your lower stomach, forcing you to feel all of him now. All you can do is whimper, head thrown back in utter desperation.
"Fuck you!" You grumble, to which he chuckles. Xavier grabs your breast through your top, kneading it as he deepens into you. Your walls flutter, and he groans. He was inside you; the connection, not only physically, but emotionally, always felt like sparks flying. Your thumb caresses over his jaw, and he thrusts further inside, leaving you gasping and trembling — legs feeling like jello. He keeps still for a second, allowing you to catch your breath and prepare.
Then, he pulls out a little and shoves himself back inside all the way.
"Fuck!" You moan, and he grins. His eyes were glossed over, and you knew that no matter how hard he tried to seem cocky, he was being just as affected by this as you were.
"Oh yeah, you fuckin' like it..." He mumbles, feeling you spasm from the inside with every thrust. You were still so sensitive, and his excellent performance wasn't helping matters. He chuckles, and your eyebrows furrow even more. Here you were, fighting for your life, squirming in unbearable pleasure while he seemed like the happiest man alive.
So, you weren't going to let that slide. One of your hands tangled in his hair, and your legs wrapped fully around his torso, pulling him in closer. He grumbled, noticing the attempt at payback. His hand went up to your own hair, gripping just enough. He thrust into you at the same moment, making you moan out. Lesson learned: he was clearly in control here. And honestly... you didn't mind it.
"Jesus..." You mumble between whimpers, moans growing more consistent and louder. The squelching noise of him continuously entering you filled the room, his occasional groans joining the cacophony of lewd noises. This was the height of it now, both of you too into it to even tease or joke. The shit-eating smirk on his face was now wiped away, replaced by a glossed-over look, almost concentrated. And he was definitely concentrated, on not busting already.
"Fuck— I'm bout to..." He grumbled, and you moaned even louder at that. At this point, you were gripping the sheets, his thrusts getting radical and unsteady. Your hips ground into his, seeking any form of friction that could boost your pleasure. You could feel everything, sliding in and out, the spots he was reaching, how good he felt inside. Fuck, you'd never been this impressed by someone in bed, let alone a stranger you met at the club three hours ago.
"Not inside, pull out..." You grumbled, lips parted as you breathed unsteadily, eyes half-lidded. He nodded loosely, eyes fluttering shut, in complete bliss as his skin slapped against yours with every movement. His hands gripped your hips, fingers digging into your soft skin like a cat kneading a blanket. This whole moment felt like a fever dream, so high off of pleasure, both of you close.
"Oh, fuuuck, fuck." He practically whispers, his head tilting back in pleasure as he thrusts a little harder. Just as you were feeling your orgasm build up, he abruptly pulls out and suddenly spills over your lower stomach, groaning lightly. It felt warm against your skin, he came quite a lot. He winds down, panting and slowly jerking himself off. You pant as well, spent after being fucked so thoroughly. Still breathing heavily, he looks down at you, eyes tired but satisfied. Then he grins, slow but cocky, back to usual. And you giggle, eyes darting to the side for a second. Damn, he had you feeling shy already.
He finally collapses onto you, head resting on top of your chest, arm slung over your torso. He quickly pulls up his boxers but discards his jeans, throwing them somewhere on your floor. It was late by now, around two in the morning. After a couple of seconds of silence, he tilts his head up, looking up at you.
"I know we just met and shi, but can I sleep here tonight? I'm tired as fuck I swear." You chuckled softly, just nodding your head.
"Sure." He leans in, about to kiss you, when his phone goes off, the sound muffled, his phone still trapped in his jeans pocket. He sighs and gets up from the bed, scratching his side lazily as he walks over to his jeans. He digs in his pockets and pulls out his phone. Squinting his eyes to read the contact, he sighs again when he reads it.
"Imma be right back." He mutters quickly before picking up the call and walking out of your bedroom. Thank you, New York City, for thin walls. It all sounds muffled, but you can hear some.
"Yo.... nah, I left. None of ya business, nah, I'm playin'. Ion know the address, but it's close..." Probably talking to his friend.
"Huh? Yeah, I know. In the morning? Bruh, hell nah... Nah, nah, I know. I'm not gonna skip, you know I'm not like that... Imma be later." Plans tomorrow?
"Naahh, chill, it's not like that. Nah, she — nah nevermind. Imma talk to you tomorrow, aight? Don't be telling people weird shit, imma kill you." You hear nothing, and then he opens the door to your bedroom again, walking in lazily with a grin. You raise an eyebrow, clearly curious. He scoffs payfully and waves his hand dismissively.
"Nah, doesn't matter, I promise."
He walks up to the side of your bed, placing his phone on the bedside table. He crawls back into your bed, right back on top of you. Your hand darts out to his hair, massaging his scalp. He hums against your chest, eyes already shut. Now that it was silent and you had come down from your high, you felt just how tired you were. Within a couple of seconds, Xavier seemed gone. And you were getting there, too, eyes feeling heavy. You closed them and drifted off to sleep almost instantly.
You wake up the next morning to the sun shining through your blinds, which you forgot to close last night. Nobody in bed with you... Jeans gone from the floor. No way, he just left like that? I mean... fair, but cold. You breathed in deeply, that breath you take that assures you're fully awake. Your eyes dart to the side, your lamp still turned on. That's a couple more pennies spent on the light bill this month.
Buzz, your phone. But then again, and again. And again...? Whatever, somebody's probably sending photos of last night or just spamming you.
With a sigh, you sit upright, looking down for a second, noticing your lack of underwear. Legs swing over your bed as you sit on the edge. You grab your phone, noticing a dozen Instagram notifications. Your facial recognition works, and you can read the contents of the messages. A bunch of your friends, some accounts you don't know, DM'ing you. What the fuck?
'CALL ME RIGHT NOW!!!!!' - Summrslvr0
'You with Xav????' - Kenkanken_
'I KNEW it was him NO WAYYYY' - BebeThirty12
Your group chat had been blowing up; your name was everywhere, and so was the name... Xavier. Oh FUCK no. You get up quickly, walking to your closet, rummaging through your underwear drawer and finding a random thong, swiftly putting it on. Your phone buzzes again and you check it out of habit. A random account, some kind of news account?
'Xaviersobased was caught walking through New York with a girl last night. A fan had spotted him outside of a well-known nightclub and taken photos.'
Holy shit. Xaviersobased? Xavier from last night is THE Xaviersobased?! They had photos, photos of you and Xavier walking side by side, photos of you all the way until the front door of your apartment complex. This was beyond a 'fan spotting'; this was stalking. You saw yourself from last night, clear as day, same outfit; some photos made it clear you were intoxicated. The pictures of you smiling at Xavier. The last photo was you searching for your keys in your purse. A chill ran down your spine. Every second, you kept seeing new DM's. You checked the comments under the post. Nearly a hundred likes... holy hell. You scrolled through the comments.
'aint he together w someone else?'
'Not my glorious king Xavier!!!'
'Omg I know where that is.'
God, this was terrifying. You turn off your phone for your own well-being. Your heart was racing, and so was your head. With a shaky sigh, you walk out of your room, stepping into your living room... just to see Xavier posted up on your couch, on his phone casually. He looks up, that chill grin appearing on his face. But it quickly dropped when he noticed your expression.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" You couldn't help but let it slip out. His eyebrows furrowed quickly.
"Xaviersobased. You're Xaviersobased." His expression turns guilty.
"You didn't wanna tell me?" You add, crossing your arms over each other.
"I didn't think it was gonna be important, that's my bad." He said softly, genuinely. But it didn't seem like he understood the severity of the situation just yet.
"Xavier. There are photos of us going around on social media. There's one of us standing outside this fucking building; people know where I live." His expression turns serious, shocked. Now he seemed to understand.
"What...? Are you for real."
"Why would I lie about this shit, it's all over my fucking Instagram, photos of ME." He looks down at his phone, his posture straightened. He was trying to find them.
"You should've fucking told me, Xavier!" You groan, arms crossed. This was scary, and you couldn't help but feel like it didn't bother him enough. He seems engrossed in his phone, his eyebrows lifting suddenly. He found the photos.
"Shit..." His eyes dart up to you, noticing the genuine fear behind your angry expression. He gets up from the couch quickly, placing his phone on the side before walking over and embracing you. He wasn't sure why he did it, but something told him he should comfort you now. You melt into his touch, mostly because you just needed some reassurance and comfort right now.
"Listen, I'm so sorry. I had no clue someone was following us. I swear if I knew, I wouldn't have... y'know." He says gently, and you nod silently, head pressed against his chest. You stay like that for a second, sighing before lifting your head from him.
"I'm fine. Just still shocked." He nods, understandingly. As much as he raps about women being objectified, fucked, and then thrown out, he does really care for women. At least, more than you'd think. But he also seemed slightly awkward, which made sense. He was a kid, thrown into fame at a young age. Just because he'd been with women intimately many times before didn't mean he was good at anything else involving women. You were sure his relationships were well-communicated and healthy, but this was a strange situation, even for you. How the fuck do you comfort someone while knowing the sound of their moans better than their name?
"Aight... Imma try and get this shit sorted with my team, aight? This shit ain't good." He says, walking back to his phone and picking it up. He seems to get on the job immediately, thumbs moving quickly against his screen, probably texting someone. Meanwhile, you walk over to your kitchen, trying to find breakfast, trying to stick to your daily routine, just to make this whole situation feel a little more normal.
As you grab some cereal, you hear Xavier sigh, frustrated. You hum, as if asking him what was wrong. At the same time, you grab the milk from the fridge.
"My management on that shit, it'll be gone soon, hopefully." He looks up at you, smiling slightly. You grab a spoon, nodding at him with the same weak smile.
"You, uh, want some cereal?" You suddenly ask, earning you a little chuckle from Xavier.
After pouring him a bowl and walking back to the living room, you both eat breakfast, doing all the small talk people do before ever hooking up.
"So... Xaviersobased, I lowkey fucked with you for like a week back on SoundCloud. That was like a year or two back; my friend was obsessed with you and the whole underground shit. Like, when it was for real underground."
"For real? That's crazy. Those were good times, to be honest. I always wanted to be better, though, but at least back then I could bust a nut without people deadass following my every move." You chuckle.
"Yeah... I feel you." He begins drinking the leftover milk from the bowl. Wow, this was the guy people fainted over, huh?
"You fucked with any of my songs though?" He asked, a grin on his face.
"Yeahhh, for sure. You had this EP, called like 'And 3'. You had just hit 10 thousand, I'm pretty sure, cause you put it in the title." You hear Xavier chuckle, nodding along. "I really fucked with song number 3; that was skippin class, most popular, I think. And I really liked number 5; the title was something with hoop."
"Thas crazy... That feels hella long ago, but like pretty recent at the same time. Ion know, that shit crazy though for real." He chuckles.
You both finish your cereal, and you bring the empty bowls back, placing them in the sink. He stands up, ready to head out.
"Yo, uh. Could I get your number? I would lowkey wanna see you again. Maybe get you a proper apology for my stalker ass fans." You smile sweetly. How could you refuse him? He gave you the best sex you've had in a while, and he was cute. You typed your number in his phone.
"Aight, imma head to the studio. I'll see you sometime." He said casually, walking to your front door. You smile and nod.
He goes in for a hug, and you hug him back. He pulls away, but his hands linger on your waist — that thing guys did when they wanted to kiss you but weren't sure if you'd reject them. So, you went for it. Leaning in for a kiss, he leans in too. When he fully pulls away, he seems a little happier. He exits your apartment with a final goodbye and a grin. The same grin that got you into this whole mess. He was charming. Maybe you did understand the hype.
A/n: Hey y’all! Pretty long fic this time, hope you guys don’t mind!! Wasn’t really proofread, I apologise for any mistakes. I enjoyed making this, and I got a lot more in the works so stay tunedddd. Something about watching his interviews and getting to know 1c even better makes me enjoy writing these even more. Don’t really have much more to say, hope you enjoyed :)
