Can you write more for Ksuvvi?
Xavier, your older brother's friend. A night out in the club with your friends and his friends, one of whom seems to be too fine for his own good. A little too many drinks, too much weed, and some unexpected grinding on the dance floor.
Contains: Going out clubbing, fem! Reader, drinking and smoking weed, feeling drunk/high, dancing sensually against someone, slight mention of throwing up (not reader), Xavier as an older brother figure, close to smut in the end. Wordcount: 7,477
"You wearin' that shit?" Your older brother's voice rang through your bedroom, and you responded with a scoff.
"Don't start this shit again." Your friends giggle a little; three of your friends are scattered through your room, also getting ready or just scrolling on their phones.
"You're already on thin ice, bro." You add, looking at your brother through your vanity mirror, applying lip gloss. He raises his hands in defeat, expression confused and irritated, playfully, of course.
"Fuck that supposed to mean? What'd I do?"
"You used up my conditioner, not even the cheap one, the extremely beautiful-smelling, huge container of expensive conditioner." Your friends chuckled again, and your brother scoffed.
"Whatever, bro, I already said I'll pay for it." You just roll your eyes, knowing that was probably never happening. It was great to be on such good terms with your brother to the point where you went out to the club together, especially since that wasn't always the case. He brought friends, and you brought friends, that was the deal for tonight.
"When are your friends getting here? We're almost ready." You ask, packing your lip combo into your purse. As if on cue, your brother's phone rings, and he checks it.
"They almost here, like deadass any second now." You nod, turning to your friends now. They all seemed ready, too. You move to sit beside your friend on your bed, resting your head against her shoulder lovingly.
"We all look amazing, holy shit, this is gonna be so much fun." She grins, and you grin back.
"For sure! You guys got money for drinks, right?" The doorbell rings, and your brother heads to the front door. His friends are here. Meanwhile, your friends all nod and talk.
"If we're broke, we can just ask for drinks."
"Yeah, I'm sure you can, with your fine-ass." Everyone giggles.
"Nahhh, we can all get drinks, trust."
Your conversation is interrupted as three new guys enter your room, most staying by the doorframe. You recognized Xavier, though, and got up with an excited smile. He smiled back at you, clearly also excited to see you again. You hugged him, and he embraced you back, arms wrapped around you.
"Heyy, how you doing?" You ask casually.
"Good, good, about to go on Europe tour soon, shit crazy." You both pull away from the hug, and you nod along to his response. Wow, Europe tour... he'd come a long way from his SoundCloud days.
"That's crazy... like actually insane." You chuckle, an excited twinkle in your eyes. You've known Xavier for years now; your older brother met him at a skate park, and then they used to game together. You were always the younger sister, but over time it's clear he's gotten to know you as your own person. He’s your brother, like, the other brother you never had.
"So we celebrate tonight for sure," Xavier says, and you nod. You glance over to the two new faces. Well, not completely new; you'd seen them on Xavier's story before. They were for sure part of 1c. Xavier takes it upon himself to introduce you to them.
"This is my brother, Cranes." He nods to you, and you nod back with a smile.
"And this is my brother, Ksuuvi." You did know him; shit, you'd even listened to his whole discography. Was this the face behind the music? Because damn. Your eyes lit up slightly, and you smiled at him.
"Ohh, I know you both!” You say, and they smile.
“Well, nice to meet you, I hope Xavier said some good shit about me.” You chuckle, going in to hug each of them, to which they return the embrace. You see Ksuuvi look back at the other girls in your room, and you turn your head, sticking you hand out towards the girls.
“These my three bestest friends ever.” You smile, your friends just as giddy.
“These two are single.” You added, pointing at the two friends in question. Xavier just scoffs a chuckle, and your girl friends giggle.
“Yooo, chill.” Xavier responds and you look at him, arms crossed.
“What’s the problem with setting my besties up?”
He just scoffs again, waving you off with a grin. You just roll your eyes in response and turn your head to your friends again. Everybody seemed ready, and telling by the silence that fell upon everybody, there was nothing left to say. So…
“Time to go!” You quickly exclaim, walking over to grab your purse. You checked yourself quickly in the mirror, a too short for safety dress, a quick zip-up incase you get cold, and a cute pair of walk- and danceable heels. Makeup was set and pretty, and everything you needed was stacked in your purse; lip products, keys, a joint and a lighter.
As you look up, your eyes immediately lock with your reflection; your eyes drift to the side, catching Ksuuvi’s eyes on you before he quickly darts his head away. Your heart flutters.
The rest of the group seems to understand it's time to head out as the guys lead the way to the front door. You catch up to your girls, turning off any lights in the apartment before leaving last, locking the door behind you. The clubs were ten minutes walking from here, so getting tipsy on the way was the plan. A joint had also immediately been lit, now being passed around the whole group.
The guys walked in the front, and you and your friends walked behind them. Giggling with your girls, you walked as a group, your various heels clacking against the sidewalks of New York. The walk there got even better as your brother grabbed two bottles of raspberry Bacardi out of his backpack, handing one bottle to you. You opened it, taking the first swig with a grin before passing it to your friend. Everybody seemed to converse in their own group, the guys playing music from their phones, dancing and rapping along as they passed the alcohol around. The joint had already been finished now, downside of hanging with junkies.
The bottles drained quickly, as everybody in the group had built tolerance to alcohol already; that's what you get for hanging out with party animals. The empty bottles were discarded in the nearest trash can, the clubs being close enough to see at the end of the street. Music blasted down the entire street, men and women drunkenly stumbling over the street, multiple clubs situated near each other.
"Yo, which place we hitting first?" You yelled out enough to be heard by everyone. The guys turned around to face you, and Xavier spoke up next.
"I usually go into Circo, that place be lit always." The guys agree, and your friends also on board.
"We know mad people in there." Ksuuvi adds, and for the first time since being in the apartment, you guys lock eyes, even if it's for a split second. You smile at him, and his eyes quickly dart to the other guys. Was he shy? Or were you unbelievably ugly?
"Aight, then let's go!" Your friend exclaimed, and the group collectively started walking towards the club down the street in Manhattan. As you reached the entrance, Xavier and Ksuuvi dap up the bouncers. Oh damn, they really did have connections here. The guards nod and hold the door open for your entire group. The music is already blasting, but it's not that typical 'only middle-aged people off two mojitos enjoy this' type of music. They were playing loud-bassed, trap-inspired beats, the type where a British guy with a heavy accent raps over. The club was full of neon lighting and colorful gems. All flashy and, well, clubby.
You grin, already feeling the music move you. Honestly, you could dance to anything, especially when you were tipsy.
"Who wanna dance with me?" You yell towards the group, grinning around, trying to find volunteers. The guys all seemed reluctant, as usual, but one of your friends immediately stepped up, taking you by your hand.
"We'll be on the dance floor, y'know, where you're supposed to be!" Your friend exclaims as you both scurry away from the group, the music moving your hips. You take your bestie by the hands, giggling and dancing together, hips swaying and hair flying. Why were dance floors always so empty? It's a Saturday night in Manhattan, New York; more people should be going crazy. Maybe you'd be the lead dancer tonight and inspire all the shy ones standing by the sides.
The heavy song transitions into something lighter, a song that seems like it came straight out of an R&B top 100 playlist. So naturally you dance along to the mood, sultry and slower, like you were putting on a show for whoever was watching. And there was certainly someone watching. He couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off you, the rest of the group talking amongst themselves, cracking jokes. But he watched the way your hips rolled and your arms swayed, from all the way across the dance floor. You’d caught Ksuuvi’s attention, unknowingly.
Your bestie dances with you, placing a hand on your hip, dancing sensually alongside you, like all close friends did. You giggled in response, feeling a little tipsy. Your hands rested on top of your friends. This is what clubs are all about, dancing on the dance floor with your friends, getting too drunk, twerking on someone and then regretting it all the next morning.
As the song switches to something way out of the vibe, you grab your friend by the wrist, guiding you both back to the group who were seated by a booth nearby. As you both sit down in the booth, all happy, Xavier chuckles.
“Y’all had fun?” He teases, and you nod excitedly.
“If you guys don’t dance with us next someone’s gonna die tonight.” You threaten loosely, and the rest of the group laughs.
“Bruh, the fuck you gonna do?” Your older brother jokes back, and you shoot him a threatening look.
“Whoop your ass.” The group chuckles again.
“Man come on, you ain’t gonna do shit.” Your brother retorts, and you scoff.
“I don’t know bruh, she lookin at you crazy right now.” Ksuuvi suddenly butts in, and your eyes make contact with his. You grin and nod, pointing at him.
“Exactly, see, he gets it.” You and Ksuuvi nod, as if interlinked for a second, before you nervously dart your eyes to the side. Was he seriously making you nervous? Damn, he really was fine. Your older brother just shakes his head, focusing on the joint he was currently rolling up.
“Yo, can you smoke in here?” One of your girl friends ask, probably also noticing your brother rolling up. Xavier looks up at her, shaking his head.
“Nah, they got an outdoor place to smoke. We’ll go there in a sec.” The rest of the group seems to take in that information. You decide to keep your ass seated until they smoke. After the quick joint, you’ve decided you’d drag along people to dance.
The group exchanges some jokes and within a minute your brother had rolled up, and one of your friends had grabbed a rolled joint from their purse. Everybody stood up, heading to the outdoor area. The music was still loud, but muffled by big doors that separated the outside and inside area.
It was a little chilly, the wind picking up slightly, but it was nothing too bad. You heard lighters click as your older brother lit up his joint, your best friend followed with lighting her own. You crossed your arms, trying to hold as much body warmth as you can as people took their first hits of the joints.
“They’ll play some good shit soon, right?” Your friend asked, joint between her fingers. Xavier looked up at her, shrugging his shoulders.
“You never know, depends on the Dj I guess.”
“I think they will though, this place already busy and it’s kinda early.” Your brother butts in.
“Yeah, if it gets busier, they gotta play the good shit.” Your friend replies with a smile, and you giggle.
“We boutta go craaazyyy.” Your other friend exclaims, looking over at you. You grin back at her, moving your body slightly as if to tease the dancing you’d be doing later.
“I know that’s right!” You respond excitedly, making Xavier scoff a laugh.
“No but y’all boring as fuck if you don’t dance with us later.” You add, glancing over at the guys. Your older brother scoffed, passing the joint over to Cranes.
“Man, ain’t nobody wanna dance.” That typical man response from your brother practically makes you cringe. You roll your eyes.
“You guys are so lame, I swear to god.” You respond.
“Just cause he don’t dance don’t mean we don’t.” Ksuuvi responds, making you look up at him with a bright smile. Xavier looks at him, just grinning. You could always dance with Xavier, you knew that, he was a fun guy after all. But you never knew with other guys.
“That’s what I like to hear.” Your friends giggle.
Joints get passed around, everybody jokes around, and it seems the whole group gets crossfaded at the same moment. You’re extra giggly, your friends are all relaxed and happy and the guys seem chill. As conversations pass, you somehow end up next to Ksuuvi, both of you passing the joint back and forth.
“So, you also a 1c warrior?” Great way to spike up a conversation… but that’s what happens when you’re high. Ksuuvi chuckles, taking a long drag, and you watch. He inhales the smoke, and your eyes dart down to his lips as he exhales the smoke. Damn.
“Hell yeah, the one and only.” You chuckle at that. He hands you the joint.
“The one and only is crazy. You better be iconic then.” You reply, taking a puff of the joint. Ksuuvi grins.
“I am.” You chuckle again.
“I mean, I listened to your music, it is good.” You say nonchalantly, handing him the joint back.
“Good?” He asks, with a grin from ear to ear. He knows it’s more than good.
“Aight, aight, your music is hella good.” He nods, liking that answer more. You smile, and he takes a hit. There’s a small silence between you two as he exhales the smoke, the music still blasting from inside the club. He glances over at you, really looking at you.
“What aboutchu? What you do?” He asks, fingers brushing against yours as he hands you the joint back.
“I’m just a student, trying to make it though.” You reply, a gentle smile on your face. You bring the joint to your lips, and he watches. You weren’t just imagining this, there was tension between you two.
He nods. “That’s good. You gon’ make it for sure, you look like you got the attitude for it.” You scoff a laugh.
“Attitude? Am I that obnoxious?” You tease, and Ksuuvi grins, shaking his head.
“Nah, don’t be like that.” He grins, and your heart flutters when he looks at you… like that.
You hand him back the joint, and he takes a puff. There’s a comfortable break in your conversation, and you glance over at him. You can’t stop yourself, words coming out before you could stop them.
“You single?” You didn’t even know his true name, unless Ksuuvi was his birth name — but you nightly doubted it. Point is, you barely knew him, and you were asking if he was available. Really?
He looks at you, a little impressed by your boldness. He blows out the smoke and replies calmly.
“Yeah. You?” You nod, and he has to stop himself from smiling.
“How?” He suddenly adds, passing you the joint. And you hum, confused.
“How you still single I mean.” He adds, and your heart skips a beat. You giggle, being crossfaded making you way too easy.
“Believe me, I don’t know. Just, haven’t found the right guy I guess.” You shrug, acting all casual as if you didn’t know he was flirting with you. He nods along, grinning.
“Yeah, I feel you. No stress, though, I’m sure you gon’ find him.” You take a quick hit, the joint nearly done.
“Maybe imma find him sooner than I think.” Liquid courage, you love it. He glances over at you, impressed by your skills.
“Aight, you smooth, I see you.” He chuckles, and you giggle. Passing him the joint, he doesn’t break eye contact with you for a second. You’re the first to break eye contact, feeling a little shy.
Ksuuvi takes the last kisses of the joint, and you reluctantly watch. How have you never seen him before, you were sure you’d remember somebody this fine.
As he throws the finished joint to the ground and stomps it out, you’re already ready to ask him the golden question.
“Hey, you wanna dance with me?” The question hangs in the air for a second, Ksuuvi thinking about it for a second.
“Yeah, sure.” He seemed so calm about everything, but you knew he was enjoying himself.
“We headin’ back inside?” Xavier’s voice addresses the group, and everybody nods and agrees. You take the lead, now more excited to dance around. The loud music is much louder the second you open the doors to get back inside. Ksuuvi follows right behind you.
As soon as everybody had found another booth to sit at, you drop your stuff there and wait for anybody else who wanted to join you on the dance floor.
“Who’s comin’?” You call out to everybody, and two of your friends get up excitedly. Ksuuvi also gets up, making Xavier shoot him a confused glance.
“Shit, why not?” Xavier suddenly gets up, too. You giggle, happy with the amount of people willing to dance. You’re so giddy, and high, that you grab Ksuuvi by the wrist. You lead him to the dance floor, and the others follow behind you guys. You knew there were questions, and speculations, but you didn’t care right now. Right now, it was you and Ksuuvi, going to dance together.
As you got to the middle of the floor, it seemed busier. But the music also seemed better, which only worked in your favour. The song that was playing comes to an end and the next song is Daddy Yankee, ‘Gasolina’. You lose your mind, this was perfect.
You start dancing like you know how to do, using your body to your advantage. Ksuuvi watches for a second, before nodding his head along. Xavier and your two other friends are dancing beside you guys, your friends dancing on each other as Xavier just hit some strange moves, like he always did.
“Come on!” You exclaim to Ksuuvi, watching him dance awkwardly.
“You come on.” He replies with a grin, egging you on.
Nobody should challenge you when you’re crossfaded. You suddenly grab his shirt, tugging him by it. You turn your body, backing it up against him. He chuckles, almost in disbelief. But he bosses up, he wasn’t shy after all. His hands dart out to your hips, grabbing them and holding them in place. You rock back and forth, feeling him pressed against you.
It always filled you with a rush of adrenaline, dancing against someone, especially when they’re this handsome. All that eye fucking, that back and forth, that flirting, it was all leading to this.
You were too much in your own world to care about others, for now it was you and Ksuuvi pressed against each other, loud music rushing through your veins. You giggled, and Ksuuvi raised a hand up your side, feeling over the thin material of your dress. He grins, and you bend over a little more, intensifying the sexual tension between you two. His hand lands on your lower back, looking down at where your bodies connect with no shame. He was enjoying himself, a lot.
You straighten your back again and press yourself fully against him, back pressed against his chest. You can feel his breath on the side of your neck, and his hands trailing up and down your hips. God, it felt electric.
“Damn, you crazy.” He grumbles in your ear, and you just giggle in return. Your eyes lock, and between his narrowed eyes and your teasing ones, was an unmistakable connection.
“Nah, I’m super normal.” You reply playfully, and he grins harder.
“Oh yeah…?” He leans in dangerously close, and you forget how to breathe for a second. You don’t move closer, making him work for what he wants, and he does, moving even closer to the point—
“Yo! We’re getting shots, come on!” Xavier interrupts you two, both of you snapping out of it quickly. The tension and the grinding was fun, until your friends start keeping an eye in you. Xavier was a little protective over you, but your brother was all the way protective. So, he couldn’t see this.
You let go of Ksuuvi, moving off him. He holds onto your hand for a second longer before parting from you. You exchanged a glance, knowing you’d have to put this on stop for a second.
Both of you walk towards the bar, where the rest of your friends are already standing. Your brother calls out to the bartender, requesting shots for everybody, on him. As the shot glasses get filled with some strong alcohol, everybody grabs their glass. Your brother count down from three and at the same moment, everybody takes the shot, placing the glasses back down on the bar. The alcohol burns down your throat, and you shake your head.
“Y’all down for another?” Your friend suggests, grinning as she looked at everyone around her. The group all agrees, and she call out for the bartender. The alcohol was certainly hitting, the world slightly spun around you, and everything could make you giggle right now.
Before you know it, you’re grabbing the shot glass and you all gulp it down, the burn in your throat nice and heavy. You giggle, as the rest of the group converse and joke together. You lean your head on the person next to you, who just so happens to be Ksuuvi. He looks down at you for a second.
“Mhhmm.” You hum drunkenly. He chuckles at your behaviour, his hand reaching out to your waist, resting there. You lean into his touch, head snuggled against the crook of his neck. The music around you was so loud, but with this much alcohol and weed in you, it seemed like background music. And when you closed your eyes, it felt like heaven. Everything around you seemed like it wasn’t real, everything seemed lighter.
Thankfully, you weren’t the only one feeling this way, it seemed everybody was a little too happy, which could be blamed on the various substances that were taken tonight. Like a snap of realisation, you were aware of the fact you weren’t dancing. And you knew you had to change that. You quickly raise your head, maybe a little too quick as your brain spins for a second after.
“Guys! Who wanna dance?” You yell out to the group over the loud music, and the typical volunteers raise their hands, your friends, Xavier and Ksuuvi. Well, Ksuuvi’s hand was still snugly on your waist, as if you were dating. Was he the kind of dude who treated women like a queen for one night before never speaking to them again? Or were you the exception? Ugh, too much thinking.
Without a second thought, you begin stumbling towards the dance floor, Ksuuvi followed behind you as the rest also gathered themselves to walk up to the main stage. The Dj had certainly upped his game, playing some classics, some hardcore, no matter what genre, it was good music.
When ‘Rock your Body’ by Justin Timberlake started playing, you shrieked and pulled Ksuuvi closer, grinning as you wrapped your arms around his neck. His hands found your sides, sticking there like glue as he looked at you. His eye contact was always so intense, like if he liked you, he meant it.
No words were even exchanged, it was just bodies dancing together, music and eye contact speaking for itself. You were drunk and high, so was he. Everything moved smoother, there wasn’t an annoying self conscious voice in your mind, it was purely satisfactory. That little confidence boost caused by the weed was all you needed, you were eyeing Ksuuvi like you wanted to fuck him right then and there. And he was eyeing you just as intensely.
Matter of fact, this song was too sexy to be dancing face to face like this. You needed to press up on him. So you did. Turning yourself around, interlocking fingers with him as your backside pressed against him. Grinding against Ksuuvi was the last thing you’d expected for tonight, but that’s just the funny way things work out. His free hand stays by your hip and lower back, smoothing over it hungrily.
You were putting in work, moving your hips against his, bending over a little, looking back at him, just to catch his hazy eyes and his cocky smirk. He was having the time of your life, and so were you honestly.
Just as the song moves on to the next, a Drill type song, you turn your body back around to face Ksuuvi. He wraps his arms around you, keeping you close, and you giggle. It’s when he leans in to your neck and plants a kiss that you gasp. Your hand moves up to the back of his head, and you chuckle breathlessly. Doing this on the dance floor only meant one thing: he was hungry as hell for you.
When he kisses again, you realise he isn’t planning on stopping. His head seems comfortable in the crook of your neck, kissing the side of it as if nobody was around you two. Your arms wrap around him, too, eyes fluttering shut as you sway together mindlessly, the main attraction being his lips on your neck. You don’t seem to notice anything else around you, nothing else mattered as much…
Except for when your were tugged by your shoulder.
Your eyes fly open, locking eyes with Xavier next to you, a slightly concerned and annoyed expression on his face, hand on your shoulder.
“Yo!! I called you like a thousand fuckin’ times!” You feel guilty now, but what were you supposed to do about not hearing him? Ksuuvi has also leaned away from your neck by this point, and it was clear Xavier noticed, but wasn’t going to mention it.
“What’s wrong?” You ask, eyebrows furrowed.
“Your brother fuckin’ threw up everywhere man, he’s greening out. We outside right now, but we low-key wanna go home after this shit.” Oh great, mood ruined. Why was it always your brother not being able to admit he was a light weight.
You sigh, and nod your head.
“Yeah, aight, we’re coming.” You grab Ksuuvi’s hand, following behind Xavier as he leads you both out of the club through the groups of dancing people. As you exit the club, the stark contrast between neon lights and dark hits you, along with the sudden silence that replaced the booming music inside.
Xavier walks over to where the rest of your group was situated, and you follow behind, quickly noticing your friends, leaned against the wall, some with arms crossed, one hunched over with your brother, comforting him with a hand on his back. God damnit.
You quickly move to your brother, who was just sitting down, head between his knees. Sitting down beside him, you place a hand on his shoulder.
“It’s me… you aight?” There’s a small silence before he responds, clearly struggling with keeping everything… inside his body.
“Fuck, bruh.” That was enough of an answer. He was not alright, got it. You sigh, a little more empathetic now, and rub his back, your friend who was comforting him now standing up, leaving it to you.
“Just keep breathing…” you reassure him, keeping your tone gentle. The rest of the group was all gathered around, and they talked amongst themselves. It was chilly, it was late, and your brother had thrown up approximately twice already, which you could tell by the remains on the pavement an inch in front of him. You had a feeling after he was okay enough to walk, everybody would walk straight home.
But you continued, no matter how frustrated you’d be at your brother for ruining such a nice moment between you and Ksuuvi, comforting and reassuring him with a soothing hand on his back. He was huffing loudly, trying to regulate his breathing. The world was probably spinning all around him. Not a pleasant feeling.
This went on for minutes, trying to guide him through it, even if you were still crossfaded yourself. After about fifteen minutes of your brother trying to keep his shit together, and spitting all over the pavement, he claims he feels fine enough to walk. Xavier helps you, each of you raising your brother up by his arms. You give him a couple seconds to adjust, but when he does, you begin walking back slowly.
The group splits a little, all walking the same direction, just in different conversations. Your girl friends all walked and talked together, while Ksuuvi and Cranes did the same. You, Xavier and your brother walked behind the rest, mostly walking in silence.
“Yo…” Xavier starts, and you glance over at him.
“Y’all and Ksuuvi were getting busy on the dance floor, right?” Well, what a question. You just chuckle a little.
“So… you into him?” He asks directly after.
“Maybe. I mean, he’s fine, he makes good music, what more could you need?” You were definitely joking a little, but there was also truth to your words.
“I feel you. Listen, it’s clear he fuck with you, too. But… I don’t know how Ksuuvi is with, y’know, relationships.”
“Oh, nah, I’m not looking for a relationship.” It was your go to answer, but truth be told, you weren’t opposed to it.
“Aight, good, Ksuuvi’s my brother y’know, but I gotta look out for you, too. None of my business about y’all, I know, just wanted to tell you.”
“Yeah, thanks, I know what you’re talking about.”
You and Xavier exchange smiles and you both continue hauling your brother back home. By this point, you were more than ready to get into bed and sleep this alcohol off.
After minutes of zoning out and sighing — and supporting your brother, you reached the front door of your apartment complex. You left your brother side for a second, grabbing the keys out of your purse and unlocking the door. As the group enters, you make sure your brother is still okay.
You call for the elevator and everybody steps inside. Your friends were just conversing, as the rest stood in silence, listening along.
After the elevator landed at your floor, and you walked down to your apartment, you unlocked the front door and let your brother in first. He was clearly still struggling. The rest flooded into your apartment while you settled your still woozy brother onto the couch. His body slumped and his head tilted back, eyes fluttering shut as he fought the constant dizziness.
You plopped down beside your brother, and Xavier sat next to your brother, on the other side. Two of your friends sat on the second couch and your other best friend went into the kitchen, probably grabbing snacks and drinks for everybody. It’s only when Ksuuvi sat down next to you that you glanced over at him. He smiles at you reassuringly, and you smile back.
By the time your friend walks back from the kitchen with bowls of chips and cups with drinks, a conversation had already been sparked up.
“Tonight was crazy honestly.”
“Yeah, kinda feels like a fever dream.”
“That club was also lit as fuck, I’m definitely going back sometime.”
The conversation went on and you grabbed some chips, too tired to participate in the conversation. Leaning back against the couch, you listen as your friends go on and on about various topics. Ksuuvi even places his hand on your thigh, just a casual display of affection, which makes you smile a little.
The chips bowl slowly went empty, people had already gone for a refill of their drink, and it seemed everyone has been tired out. When the last conversation topic is finished, Xavier speaks up. He can definitely sense you’re really tired, and that you want people to start heading home.
“Yo, it’s getting hella late. And we still have a sick person on the couch fighting for his life…” He doesn’t completely ask them to leave, but it’s pretty obvious by his choice of words. Your friends collectively nod, understandingly.
As they grab their stuff to head out, Xavier stands up, to guide them out. You realise you should also get up, so you do, Ksuuvi also standing up now.
Your friends said their goodbyes, and you hugged them, waving goodbye with a tired smile. Cranes also leaves, and he daps up Ksuuvi and Xavier, nodding you goodbye. Now the only people left were Xavier, Ksuuvi and your older brother still struggling on the couch.
Your eyes dart between the two guys in front of you. Did Xavier want Ksuuvi to leave? Because you didn’t really want that. So, you turn your head to Xavier.
“You gonna stay here? Cause I’m low-key planning on sleeping.”
“I might, just check over your brother.” He says with a nod, and you nod back. Now you turn to Ksuuvi… how could you even suggest this around Xavier.
“You… wanna spend the night?” Ksuuvi was probably not expecting that question, and you couldn’t even look at Xavier after asking that.
“I mean, yeah sure.” Ksuuvi had to stop himself from grinning, and so did you. A thrill of excitement went through you. He was sleeping over, in your bed.
A small silence fell between you three, and you still haven’t looked Xavier in the eyes.
“So! I’ll uh, get ready for bed.” You quickly glanced between the two guys, Ksuuvi seemed happy, and Xavier seemed a little surprised.
“Y’all better get ready for bed, right?” Xavier suddenly speaks up, a little grin on his face. You scoff playfully and Ksuuvi just chuckles, he was definitely teasing you guys.
“We will, Xav. Just don’t walk in without knocking, thanks.” You tease back, to which Xavier groans.
“That’s fuckin’ disgusting. Y’all have fun though, god damn.” Xavier huffs, and you giggle. He starts walking towards your brother on the couch, waving you guys away dismissively.
You grab Ksuuvi by the wrist, leading him into your bedroom. He closes the door behind you two, and you behind taking off your jewellery as he looks around the room. You hear his shoes come off, and he plops down on your bed.
“So, tonight was fun?” You ask him, looking back with a grin. He nods sleepily.
“Hell yeah.” He chuckles softly.
“Good, good.” You reply, placing your accessories back where they belong. You swiftly take your heels off, tossing them to the side.
“Hey, look away, I’m gonna change.” You call out to Ksuuvi, and he nods, turning his body so his head was pressed into the pillows. You giggle.
Heading over to your closet, you grab your typical pyjamas, quickly changing into them. Your club clothes are tossed onto the ground beside your closet, that was a matter for another time.
“Okay, done.” You exclaim, and Ksuuvi digs his face from out of the pillows.
“I probably also gotta change. But you don’t gotta look away.” He grins, and you roll your eyes. In your bed he just unbuttons his jeans, taking them off and tossing them to the side. He was in his boxers now, with his shirt and zip up of course.
Grabbing a quick makeup wipe, you begin wiping your makeup off in the mirror. Normally you’d do a whole routine, try to give your skin a fighting change, but you were too tired to care. With a final sigh, after finally being ready for bed, you walk over to your bed, lying down beside Ksuuvi. You both lie beside each other, close, but still not touching. You glance over at him once, a little smile on your face, and he seems to lose it.
“C’mere.” He grabs your sides, suddenly pulling you against him, his lips quickly finding their way to your cheek. He kisses around your face, then your jaw, then your neck. You giggle, hands quickly finding their way to the back of his head. His hands roamed over your waist and back, fingers squeezing certain areas. You just take it, too tired to really reciprocate all this passion.
“You tired?” He hums against your neck, and you nod softly. He doesn’t stop for a second, kissing and sucking at your neck. He chuckles.
“You’re cute like this.” He breathes against your neck, lips now trailing back up to your lips. He looks you deep in the eyes, breath against your lips, before finally going in for your lips. The kiss was slow and long, his lips lingering on top of yours. Neither one of you wanted to stop it, so you just move your lips against him, kissing him over and over again.
His hands roam down your back slowly, hands squeezing at your ass when he finally gets there. Your heart flutters, and one of your hands runs under his shirt, feeling over his muscles. Damn, he had abs? He seemed like he was really in shape. And it only turned you on further.
Lips smacked against each other, and he groaned when both your hands caressed his torso under his shirt. With a final grunt, he sits up right, quickly taking off his zip up and his shirt, exposing his toned muscles. He lies back down, immediately grabbing for you again. He pulls you on top of him, and you straddle him. He looks up at you, hunger in his eyes, and you can’t help but smile bash fully.
His hands run over your sides, and you lean down, lips making contact with his again. You made out slowly, but intensely. His fingers dipped under your top, hands feeling over your stomach, headed further up, and you let him. When his hands finally enveloped your breasts, you whimpered against his lips. His touch felt electric, especially after all the tension you’d carried all night.
“You like that?” He mumbled against your lips, and you hummed in response, your hands running over his chest, and his squeezing yours.
You could definitely feel something under you, both of you wearing thin clothing. Your lips were red from all the kissing, and with every kiss you could feel his facial hair scratch against you.
Your head dipped, needing to catch a breather from all the kissing, and Ksuuvi took this opportunity to kiss by your neck again. You rested your head against his shoulder, and he kissed whatever part of your face and neck he could reach.
Woah, you were tired. Tired to the point where you could barely keep your eyes open. You were always exhausted after weed, and the alcohol had worn off, too. You were drowsy, and the feel of his warm hands against your breasts and his wet lips against your neck kind of soothed you further into sleep.
“Yo… I’m for sure gonna sleep…” You manage to mumble sleepily, and Ksuuvi lets out a soft chuckle against your neck.
“We don’t gotta fuck tonight, y’know.” Ksuuvi mumbles, and you hum in response.
“Will you hate me if I sleep right now.” You ask, eyes closing on their own.
“Hell nah. Go sleep, it’s aight.” He continued kissing your neck softly, also placing a kiss right under your ear. With that confirmation, you shut your eyes, shocked by how quickly you felt sleep take over you. Within less than a minute, you’d already fallen asleep. On top of Ksuuvi, his hands on your breasts, his lips still on your skin.
You wake up when you hear voices in your apartment, muffled. People were talking in the living room, and you could hear it in your bedroom. You can feel and hear Ksuuvi’s breathing, his face still inches from yours. You’d really slept this way all night? His hands were still on your breasts, that’s crazy. He probably fell asleep seconds after you.
You yawn, and when you shifted ever so slightly, you noticed Ksuuvi’s eyes slowly flutter open. As he slowly fades into consciousness, you wait until he realises in what position you guys are. And when he does, his fingers twitching as he feels what he’s grabbing, he chuckles. You chuckle back.
“That’s crazy… fuck, I was tired last night.”
“Me too, oh my god.” You reply, cuddling your head further into his shoulder. With a final squeeze to your breasts, he lets go, hands sliding back out of your top, now resting on your back.
You could honestly cuddle up for hours, his warm arms wrapped around you, feeling his chest heave with every breath. This was intimate, and comfortable.
The muffled voices continue in the living room. Was it Xavier and your brother? That was the only explanation. As if god was confirming your explanation, someone knocks on your bedroom door.
“Come in.” You exclaim, and Xavier quickly opens the door and peeks his head in. He just scoffs when he sees you guys cuddled up together.
“Good morning bruh.” He just grumbles.
“Don’t be jealous.” You reply with a cocky smirk. He just scrunched his nose, probably irritated by the cute display.
“Believe me I’m not.” And with that, he closes the door. You and Ksuuvi just exchange smiles.
“We should probably get up, before your brother kills me or some shit.”
And with a sigh, you begin letting go of him, climbing out of his grip and getting out of bed. Ksuuvi follows, grabbing his shirt and jeans from the ground. But he leaves his zip-up… and you wonder if that’s on purpose or not. But you don’t ask.
You stretch quickly and he starts heading for the bedroom door. You follow behind him, and he opens the door, walking outside your bedroom with you following. Your brother is still sitting on the couch, he probably slept there last night, which you could conclude by the wrinkled blanket beside him. Xavier was in the kitchen, probably making breakfast.
You brother looks up from his phone, and you could not tell what he was thinking at all, which kind of scared you.
“Y’all had fun?” He asks, and you cringe. He was probably thinking something horrible.
“Yeah aight.” Oof, your brother’s dry reply practically hurt. Ksuuvi walked over to your brother, dapping him up. Men interacting was weird. They didn’t even exchange a word, just sat down beside each other and scrolled on their phones.
You walked over to the kitchen, standing beside Xavier, leaning on the counter. He glances over at you, he was making eggs.
“Hey, thanks for staying with him last night.” You say, and Xavier smiles at you.
“Come on, it’s nothing. Y’know he’s my brother.”
“Yeah, he’s mine, too.” You joke, and he chuckles. The eggs sizzle in the pan, and you instinctively rest your head against Xavier’s shoulder. You really did appreciate Xavier.
“Yo… do you for real like Ksuuvi?” Xavier’s question catches you off guard.
“I don’t know honestly. He seems funny, and cool. Honestly, I do wanna get to know him better.”
“Aight. Cause, Ksuuvi’s a good dude. I just deadass haven’t heard him talk about girls in a romantic way for so long.” You hum along.
“I mean, I’m not even dating either right now, it’s just cause we hella busy. Shit’s taking off, and we don’t got time for that. So, I don’t know what Ksuuvi wants from you.” You nod against his shoulder.
“Yeah… I know what you mean.”
“But don’t let that throw you off. Listen, if you really like him, I’m sure shit’ll work out.” You nod and smile.
“Y’want me to give him your number?” Xavier asks, and you chuckle and nod.
Getting to know Ksuuvi better, maybe even dating him. Would you want that? Well, shit, only time will tell. The least you deserve is a proper date, especially after all that eye fucking.
A/n: This one took me a while! There were a lot of times where I wasn’t sure where to take the story lmao, but I did it. Definitely needed more Ksuuvi fics, and someone had asked for it, so I thought I’d take matters into my own hands! Just wanted an excuse to write people dancing in the club cause I miss it omg. Anyways, all in all, enjoy! Also this wasn’t proofread my bad…
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