A/N: Inspiration struck me like a brick to the face so here we are. I too, wish Xavier could live between my thighs (for sweet and sexy reasons ☺️)
It was a quiet Saturday morning in Xavier's apartment. You sat comfortably on the couch with a sleepy Xavier resting his head between your plush thighs.
A blissful sigh escapes his slightly parted lips. "Mmmm....I wish I could live here forever." he mumbles against your inner thigh.
You chuckle softly while gently petting his head as he lets out more sounds of contentment. He's exactly where he wants to be. Seeing him so comfortable you can't help but wanting to tease him a little.
"You can't live here Xavi, but you can come and visit whenever you want." you say with mischief on your mind. If Xavier's eyes were open he'd see the growing smirk that adorns your face. Lucky for you he's too busy basking in the warmth of his favorite pillows. Xavier happily nuzzles your thighs unaware of what's to come.
"I'll even offer you a meal from time to time." you emphasize your words with a light squeeze of your thighs. This gets his attention just like you hoped it would. His eyes snap open immediately and when he looks up at you there is a noticeable difference in his gaze. The soft and cuddly Xavier who was here just mere moments ago is nowhere to be found.
You bite your lip and move Xavier's disheveled bangs from his eyes hoping to get a better view of what you've done.
"What?" you smirk knowingly. "Is my esteemed guest hungry?"
Xavier's jaw twitches ever so slightly at your comment. His eyes are lidded and pupils blown with need. The rise and fall of his chest becomes more noticeable as his breathing quickens in anticipation.
▫️Xavier [Battle Mode]
When Xavier is asked to show his battle mode for the promo shoot...but why does he look so calm? 🤫 What most ppl don't realize is - that's actually his most dangerous look.
“I do think we deserve more pay.”
Everyone assembled turns to stare at Xavier, though many secretly nod in silent agreement.
“Okay, thank you… Xavier. We can discuss this later,” Jenna says, clearing her throat awkwardly.
“As I was saying, the protofield fluctuations are centered around the Association grounds. We still don’t know how our safety measures failed to prevent them, but we’re investigating it. Until then, I advise everyone to be extra cautious and…,” she glances at Xavier, “…please be understanding toward those affected by it. You’re all dismissed.”
Jenna steps away from the podium.
“Hunter, keep an eye on him,” she says, turning her attention to you.
“Yes, ma’am,” you reply, grabbing Xavier by the arm and pulling him closer.
“What about our pay?” Xavier asks again.
Jenna glances at him, then at you.
“I liked him better when he kept his thoughts to himself,” she mutters before leaving.
“Xavier, you can’t just ask that in front of everyone,” you scold him while dragging him down the hallway toward the empty break room you usually use.
“I can’t help it,” he admits.
“I wonder why the fluctuations only affected you,” you say as you prepare coffee.
Because of the protofield fluctuations, abnormalities may occur, just as Jenna warned. Throughout the day, your suspicion proves right— Xavier seems completely unable to keep his thoughts to himself. Whatever crosses his mind comes straight out of his mouth. To everyone’s amusement… well, almost everyone’s.
“You’re so blunt, Xavier.” You sit beside him and hand him a cup of coffee.
“I didn’t want coffee,” he replies. He notices your hurt expression and quickly adds, “Without sugar, I mean…” before getting up to fix it himself.
“There’s so much going on in your head that you never share. I wonder what else you’ve never told me.”
Xavier sits back down beside you.
“A lot.”
“Like what?” you ask. “I can’t summarize every unspoken thought. You’ll have to ask directly… though I’d prefer you didn’t.”
You hesitate, until….
“Sorry, bunny, but I can’t pass this up. Who knows when I’ll ever get another chance like this? Besides, you’re always so secretive.”
Xavier finishes his coffee and sets the cup down with a dull thud.
“You’ll regret that tonight,” he says, eyes still fixed on the cup.
“Pff, it’ll be worth it. Now, let’s see…” You squint at him and think. “…Right! Say, did you actually like that dress I wore last time? The short one with the cherry print? The one I wasn’t sure you were telling the truth about?”
“Yes. I thought your ass looked great in it,” he says flatly.
You nearly choke on your coffee. “M-my what?!”
“And…” he continues, “…I kept thinking about how easy it would be to get under it, since the dress was so short.”
“XAVIER!” Your face burns bright red.
“Wait…! Is that why you… we… you know,” you mumble shyly.
“Why I couldn’t wait until we got home and dragged you into the restroom?” He nods. “Yes. I was impatient.”
Flustered by the memory, you quickly get up to clean your cup.
“Maybe you were right. I shouldn’t have asked. Let’s just get back to work,” you mutter.
“No.” Xavier stands and wraps his arms around you from behind while you’re at the sink, pressing his bulge into your back.
You can feel him— cock hard, grip tight around your waist.
“I always imagined having my way with you in this break room,” he whispers into your ear. “The way you lean over the sink with that slight arch in your back… it always got to me.”
You put the cup away but don’t turn around.
“In fact…” his hand slips into your pants. “…there are plenty of places in the Association where I’ve imagined us together.”
He pushes his fingers underneath your panties, rubbing them along your slit.
“X-Xavier…” a soft moan escapes you. “W-we’re at work… We’ll get in so much trouble…”
“I don’t hear you asking me to stop,” he responds, and just as he’s about to slip his fingers in, you hear someone’s voice echo in the hallway, causing you to panic and yank Xavier’s hand out of your pants.
Two Hunters enter the break room.
“Xavier, is your hand okay?” one of them asks him.
“Yes, I just burned myself on the hot coffee,” he lies as he licks your fluids off his fingers.
The two Hunters each grab a coffee and leave the room again.
“Wait, Xavier… you didn’t burn yourself,” you say.
“No, I didn’t.”
“But… you lied? Shouldn’t you have had to tell them the truth with the way the fluctuation is affecting you?” you ask, thinking it’s suspicious.
Xavier avoids your gaze, his eyes wandering around the room.
“Ah… yes… you caught me,” he says guilty.
“What do you mean, I caught you? When did the effect stop?”
Xavier sighs and decides to confess.
“It never even began,” he says.
You stare at him in disbelief.
“I made it up,” he admits.
“What??? Why? But all the… and just now… why would you do that??”
Xavier looks at you with an innocent smile on his face.
“Well… I really think we deserve that pay raise.”
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