Summary: You can’t get the events of your journey so far at Camp Redwood out of your mind. Every little noise sends you heart leaping with fright as you creep about the camp at night. There’s only one person who can assuage your fears at a time like this.
Warning: SMUT! anal fingering! unprotected sex! swearing! hints of Xavier being a fuckboy! fluff!
A/N: Okay I had to do it after watching the trailer. I already love Xavier and while I know virtually nothing about him and this could all very much change, I’ve taken artistic license to bring you this smutty little oneshot. I believe Xavier is the fuckboy we all want, but he’ll be soft for that special someone. I hope this tides you all over as we all wait for AHS: 1984!!!
Your accompaniment is the cicadas, wailing like an alarm system to tip off the rest of the camp you’re up after hours. In the twilight the rows of cabins all look identical, bathed in patches of moonlight. Your boots crackle over the dying embers of a campfire as a door slams. You stop, heart pulsing in your throat.
You can’t get those stories out of your head.
How that guy looked at you all.
You’re all gonna die.
The sensible thing would be to bunk back down with Brooke, close your eyes and wait for the camp bell to clang the next morning. The flashlight in your hand illuminates cabin names and numbers as you try to avoid waking any campers or staff. Crossing near the lake the cicadas are washed away and replaced by the ripples and sloshing of the great body of water.
Before it was so tranquil…now it fills your stomach with unease.
You pick up the pace, knocking twice at the correct cabin door.
It opens immediately, Xavier smirking down at you. Between his lips is a red lollipop which he takes out in order to give you his full devilish smile. ‘I was beginning to think you weren’t coming, baby.’ A clang rises from somewhere in the camp, loud enough to make you jump. Your hand clutches at your throat in an attempt to calm down, but Xavier’s chuckles waft through the air to you. ‘You don’t seriously buy the bullshit they were trying to sell do ya?’
‘Never been a fan of ghost stories.’ You breathe, your arms hugging yourself tightly.
The amusement dies in Xavier’s eyes. He steps forward, flicking the lollipop into the grass outside the cabin, shrugs off his lilac jacket and wraps it round you. ‘Hey now, Xavier’s gonna take real good care of you.’ His lips press against your temple as he brings you inside his cabin and closes the door. He sits you on his bed and kneels before you. Xavier’s hands smooth down your thighs, bare thanks to your short shorts. ‘You know I’m always gonna protect you, right?’
You nod, ‘It’s just after the accident and what you were saying about that slasher guy.’
‘Yeah but my cousin says a load of crap.’ Xavier grins, ‘I just wanted to hype everyone up a little in the van.’
He laughs when you give him a little push, ‘It’s still true though, I’m not lying bout that. Just certain events could be exaggerated.’
‘Why did you ask me here?’
His hands haven’t left your thighs. Xavier’s fingers flex and then squeeze your flesh lightly, ‘Just because we’re at camp now…doesn’t mean we can’t carry on as we used to.’ He takes your hand in his, placing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand. ‘In the dance studio.’ He mouths up your flesh, those plump lips travelling higher and higher, ‘The back of my van.’ Finally he reaches your collarbone, ‘The movie theatre.’ He suckles a bruise into your collar and your head falls back at once. A moan leaves your lips as Xavier’s tongue flicks out to lick at the damage he’s made. ‘Uh oh.’ He whispers, ‘How will we cover that up tomorrow from the innocent little campers?’
You don’t care anymore. You tug him back in, dragging his lips to yours. Xavier moves at once to help you, his jacket already half-hanging off your body from his earlier ministrations. He pulls it off and onto the floor beneath you both as you lie back to give him more room. Xavier crawls on top of you, his mouth hungry as his hardness grows between you both.
‘Fuck babydoll.’ He whispers, rutting gently against your core. ‘This sweet pussy was all I could think about.’
‘Hurry.’ You plead, desperate for more from this intoxicating man. Your fingers slide under his green vest, up over his head. Xavier makes quick work of your shirt, his lips marking every part of you. ‘I need you inside me.’
‘Oh I will baby.’ He promises, sliding down your shorts. ‘Why would I give a fuck about roasting marshmallows when I have my own sweet treat waiting for me right here?’
‘You sure about that?’
You turn the tables, pushing Xavier down as you crawl on top of him.
The surprise shines in his eyes, before Xavier gives you a huge shit-eating grin, ‘You shouldn’t be jealous, Y/N.’
‘But you can cosy up to Brooke huh?’ You glower down at him, taking a nipple between your fingers and tweaking it. His back arches in painful pleasure, ‘Answer me.’
‘It’s just being nice.’
‘Sure.’ You replace your fingers with your mouth, sucking at his nipple while your free hand palms at his cock. ‘But why do you risk giving up your…how did you phrase it…sweet treat?’
‘The sweetest of all.’ He groans, clearly lost to pleasure. ‘Fuck baby, your mouth. Your….your hand.’
‘No one can make you feel as good as I can.’ You smirk, watching Xavier’s hips rise up into your hand. ‘You’re just a slut when it comes to me. We’re so horny for each other we’re sneaking into each other’s cabins to fuck each other’s brains out.’
He nods vigorously, ‘More…baby please!’
‘I like hearing you beg.’
You take your time stripping him bare. Xavier’s skin is as smooth as a baby’s, his legs toned and ropey from so much exercise.
God the things he can do with those legs.
‘Let me back on top.’ He demands, ‘I wanna fuck you good and hard.’
You debate on giving him the upper hand again, all to see those stomach muscles work overtime for you when a chill rises on the back of your neck. You turn round despite how silly it seems.
There’s nothing there.
Xavier watches you carefully, ‘Y/N.’
‘I’m sorry.’ You know you’ve completely ruined the mood. You slide off Xavier, curling your legs up to your chest. ‘I….I can’t get it out of my head. I thought I could but…I can’t.’
His eyes are sympathetic, ‘Are you scared?’
‘Yes.’
He makes sure to keep eye contact with you, ’Of me?’
‘No.’
Xavier has never looked more honest than he does at the moment. There’s no arrogance or facade there, ‘Then…let me ease your fears.’ He extends his hand to you and waits.
You take it at once.
You’re being stupid. There is no danger, and you’ve got Xavier.
You don’t need anyone else.
He lies you back down, crawling on top of you again. You spread your legs to give Xavier more access as his cock slides through your folds, ‘I’m gonna get you nice and wet for me.’ He coos, ‘Gonna make myself at home in your beautiful pussy and I’ll make sure you reach nivarna.’
‘Please.’
The stretch is as delicious as always, Xavier’s thick cock pushing inside you. Your walls expand to take him but it’s always a struggle as he struggles to bottom out. ‘Come on baby, you can take me.’
You will yourself to relax as Xavier pulls out and then back in. ‘Fuck me,’ You beg. ‘I need it to sting. I need to forget.’
‘Yeah?’
He picks up the pace at once, all too eager. Every thrust sends rivulets of pleasure through your entire system. Stars sparkles before your eyes, as you clench down on Xavier’s cock. ‘Ohhhhh god.’ Xavier’s eyes have clouded over, dark and lustblown. ‘Keep squeezing me, yeah just like that.’ His fingers trace your clit before mashing your sensitive little nub. ‘You’re gonna cum all over my cock for me. You’re gonna do it baby, don’t hold back.’
‘XAVIER!’
‘Scream my name baby. Tell this whole fucking camp who fucks you so good.’
‘You. Always you.’ You answer, chanting his name as you feel that band of pleasure start to quiver inside you.
‘Yeah, but you’ve been thinking I’d fuck Brooke.’ He snarls, ‘You think I’d ever sample another bitch when I’ve got you to take my fill of wherever I want?’
You love it when he’s demeaning. It’s so a part of who Xavier is, especially during sex.
There’s no softness without a little bite.
His finger slips inside you ass and you’re done for. You scream, hips stuttering as you cum hard all over his cock. You’re so impossible wet, feeling your juices run down between the two of you as Xavier’s eyes widen in pure desire. He finishes, pushing right inside you to the hilt. He’s pulled your legs wide apart so he can get as deep as possible inside your cunt. You can feel that familiar stretch, nearly in a box split.
‘My good good girl.’ He praises, Xavier’s lips dance over yours, earring glimmering in the light from one oil lamp. He pants heavily, trying to regain some stamina. ‘You’re so amazing.’
‘Thank you.’ You sigh, feeling his weight lift off you and onto the small space beside you. You move up and roll into him, your head resting on his chest. ‘I needed that, despite… you know-’ Your cheeks flush.
‘Despite telling me what a slut I am.’ He grins.
You nod, too embarrassed to say more.
‘It was hot.’
His hand slips under your chin making you look up at him, ‘I meant what I said though.’ Xavier’s eyes shine with something soft, something you just can’t fully name. ‘I’ll always protect you. From anything.’
just watched the last episode of ahs:1984 and as much as i love to see xavier being his best blood thirsty ghost self, i believe he deserved to NOT die at camp redwood in the first place and live a long and happy life in which he got APPROPRIATE FUCKING SCREEN TIME!
