𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜.
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙
“you called?” you ask the boy who finally opened his door after only a few knocks. you’d think he’d be a little quicker with it considering he’s the one who asked you multiple times to meet him in his dorm. But that’s the beauty of Xavier Thorpe, mixed signals, and an ocean of sufficient confusion.
he stood in front of you, holding his bedroom door. the black shirt he had on making you think about all the things you shouldn’t, and the strong odor of his cologne wasn’t really helping to redirect your vivid imagination.
“i didn’t think you’d actually show.” he says, leaning against his dorm doorway. his former roommate had left, or died, that’s what you thought at least, leaving the place all for himself. you silently wished there had been someone else in the room with you, maybe that way you wouldn’t think about his hands on you.
“you said it was important-“ you say, although you’re temporarily cut off by Xavier pulling you inside, since you were obviously not supposed to be in the boys’ hall. “so spit it out fast, then we can go our separate ways.”
he travels inside his head for a second. from what you can tell, it’s a treacherous path. makes you wonder why he’s so nervous to talk to you all of a sudden. he’s never been that way. at least not with you.
“i don’t know what’s wrong with me.” he blurs out, calmly. although you can sense the desperate undertone in his words. it seems more like he’s talking to himself rather than me.
“i can’t stop thinking about you.” he says.
“what?-“ you cut yourself off this time, he’s unbelievable. “are you-“ “what the actual fuck are you talking about, Xavier?”
“ever since that night, you’re all i’ve been able to think about. y/n, i swear, it’s almost like i’m addicted to you.” he says. this time, he’s even closer. towering over you. his voice tone so low you were surprised you could even hear him correctly, but you did.
“you’ll get over it. trust me, i’m not that hard to get over.” you say. it’s not like you didn’t feel the same way, you truly did. ever since the kiss at the dance, you weren’t able to think about anything else except him. but you couldn’t let him get sucked in with everything around you.
“c’mon, don’t do that.” he says. stepping back slightly.
“do what?” you ask. although you knew exactly what he was referring to.
“don’t disregard everything i’m telling you just because you’re scared.” you let out a huff, crossing your arms over your stomach, and shaking your head. not being able to fully grasp the situation at hand. how could he do this to you?
he takes a step forward, closing in on the little distance you had left between the two of you. “i like you.” he says, putting a hand on your cheek. you close your eyes, trying not to let him see the truth. he was your weakness.
it takes everything in you to say this, but you can’t let him get close. “i’m not good for you, you should probably forget about me.” you say, finally. you step back and turn away to walk out, but his sudden grip on your wrist stops you.
“i can’t. believe me, i’ve tried.” he says, pulling you back towards him. you were so close now you could hear his heart beating, unbelievably fast. “but i don’t want to stay away from you anymore.” he meets your eyes, and you see the sincerity in them, and in his words.
“you don’t get it. danger follows me. you’ll inevitably get hurt around me.” you were getting upset, so much so that you couldn’t help raising your voice. “you said it yourself, and it’s true. so why do you still want me, Xavier?” he put his hand back on your cheek. god, you hated how he could make you feel more than you’ve ever felt in your entire life with a single touch.
“i want you, y/n.” he says. his words pierce through you every time, and you curse yourself for wanting to give in. for wanting him...
your breath hitches. he’s so close to you that you find yourself breathing in recycled air. but you didn’t really care. “you’re making a mistake.” you say, looking into his eyes.
“maybe.” he replies. he looks at your lips, then into your eyes. searching for permission, begging for it.
in response, all you can do is lean in. and almost immediately you feel his lips crashing into yours, passionately. “fuck…” he curses into you, barely separating your lips from his. the way he kissed you felt like the world could end at any second, like he had to savor every single moment with you, and so he did.
you kiss him back just as eagerly, holding onto his arms for support. you couldn’t believe it. this entire time you’d been trying to push him away, get him out of your head. but all of that faded away with the feeling of his fingertips ghosting your skin, and suddenly, Xavier Thorpe was all you wanted. you couldn’t push him away now.
“Xavier…” you moaned into him without realizing it. it was like your mouth was moving faster than your brain, and all of a sudden, you couldn’t control yourself around him anymore, nor did you want to.
all he needed was to hear you moan his name to finally make the decision to take it further. he did so by slowly trailing his hand up the skirt you strategically wore whenever you wanted Xavier’s full undivided attention. not that you really had to work for it anyway, you were all her ever thought about.
he separated his lips from yours for a second. staring at you with the most beautiful eyes you’d ever seen. “is this okay?” he asked, trying to contain his heavy breathing. his voice now low and raspy.
“it’s more than okay.” you say, pulling him back in for a kiss, and continuing to let his hand travel up your thighs, per your request.
(if u want a part two lmk <3)
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