imagine: going on a car ride with your boyfriend, xavier.
You laughed, trying to stop your hair from whipping around as Xavier rolled down the windows to his van. His music was blaring and you listened as he sang along to it. You joined in, unable to stop yourself from laughing at the man.
Xavier grinned, looking over at you. He laughed at your hair, and his smile never wavered as he looked back at the road.
It was something simple like this that reminded you he was the love of your life.
You stared out at the road, watching the trees as they sped past. Xavier cast a glance your way when you weren’t paying attention, his smile only growing. You were beautiful. And you were his.
saturday nights [Fem Reader x Michael Langdon x Jim Mason x AHS 1984]
Summary: You and Michael have a Saturday night routine,deeming Saturday’s a special time for each other, and then things get a little awkward.
Warnings: smutty smut smut, swearing, a lil bit o awkwardness, minute amount of angst.
WC: 1.5k
A/N: Part of the Bestfriends Universe that can be found on my master list, here.
All that could be heard within the confines of Michael's dorm room, and probably the entire hallway of his floor, were pants, moans, and the hitting of his wooden bed frame against the wall as he thrusted in and out of you with a fiery passion. Your hands stayed wrapped around his neck as you two kissed slowly, sloppily, and tenderly. Jim, who happily asked Michael to be his roommate for this year, luckily, was away, hanging out with one of his other friends at their fraternity house. Unfortunately, Michael had forgotten to ask him what time he would be returning, but that was long forgotten when you showed up to his door.
Saturday nights. Those nights were your favorite because they were reserved for just you and Michael. There was no doubt that classes and extra curriculars kept you two from seeing each other as often as you would both like during the week. But the only thing Michael had to do on Saturday was cross-country practice and then he was yours for the rest of the day well into the night.
Eating in the dining hall was never an option on Saturdays. At least that what Michael kept telling you when he would take you to your favorite place for lunch, followed by some Icecream or frozen yogurt. And if the rest of the crew didn't ask in advance to all go to dinner together that night, he took you out again, this time to his favorite place to eat. After it was either back to his room or back to your room, several events taking place before leading up the beautiful position you were in now.
He picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he sat down on the edge of the bed, pressing his lips back to yours to resume the kiss as his hands firmly gripped your ass, giving it a good smack as you sway your hips back and forth on his length. Moving a few pillows behind him, he lays back, hands now around your hips.
"I want you to do the claiming tonight." he said to you. "Remind me of who I belong to."
With those words said, you removed the pillows from behind him, so that he laid flat against the bed and you pinned his arms above his head as you began to roll your hips feverishly on him. It started off slow and sensual at first, then quickly became slow and rough. Michael thrusted upwards into you gently, eager to create a little bit more friction, but you held him down with your hips, moving your hands to his chest. He threw his arms behind his head, watching you at work.
"As much as I would love to ruin you, tonight." you said, leaning forward and brushing your lips against his ear. "I've been missing your rough side as of late. I want you to pound me until I'm a screaming mess. Pound away all the stress from this week. Can you do that for me, Michael?"
As if he was waiting for you to say those words, to change your mind when he gave you the chance to be the one in the charge tonight, he grabbed your hips, and rammed in and out of you at a merciless pace. You threw your head back, letting out a breathy moan as your walls clenched and unclenched around him. His moans echoed right behind yours, him loving the sight of his cock disappearing in you and then reappearing. Your arousal and his pre-cum coated his shaft, making him slide in and out of you with ease.
"Mmm, look at you, baby." Michael said in awe as he watched your face scrunch up with pleasure. "You like when I tear that pussy apart? Is that what you look forward to every Saturday night?"
"God, yes, Michael." you moaned in response, scratching down his chest. "You feel so fucking good."
"Say my name again. Louder." And just when you think he couldn't go any faster, he did. "Let the whole hallway know how you get wrecked every Saturday night." You dug your nails into his chest, leaving a fresh set of scratches as you screamed his name out over and over. He twitched inside of you, a signal to both you and him that he was close, but you weren't too far behind as well. So in tune with each other, 90% of the time you reached your climax together. The other 10% was when Michael was urgent, needing you before his first class of the day or needing you after his last class of the day and right before cross country practice. On those days he came quick, a combination of stress and missing you throughout the day. This often left you, longing for him and he always made sure to make it up to you either later that same day or the next.
Without warning, he slipped out of you, making you whimper at the lost of contact, so close to your end. He sprung up from the bed, grabbing you up with him, giving you a few quick kisses, a giggling mess the both of you, as he dragged you over to his desk. Whatever was on there was thrown onto his bed. Before he could tell you to do anything else, you were already bent over, legs spread wide apart.
"Such an eager little girl aren't you?" he smirked as he walked over to you. "What if I wanted to look at you? Hm?"
"Then make me look at you, Michael." you retorted, wiggling your ass a little bit.
"Mmmm, naughty naughty." he answered, biting his lip and lining himself up with your entrance before slowly sliding back into you, filling you all the way up. He wasted no time getting back up to speed, his hand taking aggressive strikes at your ass, his other hand entangled in your hair, snapping your head back to make you look at him while he pummeled you. "So fucking wet for me. So so so beautiful."
"Mmmm, Michael, I fucking love you. It's all for you, baby."
"Yeah?" he questioned, kicking the his desk chair that was still too close behind him for comfort, to give himself a bit more room. He angled himself just right, now ramming into your g-spot over and over as a mixture of moans, expletives, and screams left your lips. "I love you too."
Over all of the moans and screams, the both of you had failed to realize that Jim was now aggressively rattling his key in the door, desperate to get it open. Through the door Jim and Brooke busted in a fit of giggles as the two messily made out with each other, hands roaming freely over each other's bodies. You and Michael both snapped your head in their direction, absolutely shocked as Michael halted, deep inside of you.
"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you..." a breathless Jim said as he quickly discarded of his jacket and white t-shirt, letting Brooke's hand roam down his chest and torso straight to his belt buckle, leaving sloppy kisses along his tummy. Attempting to get in tune with his surroundings, he quickly glanced around the room, you and Michael being a rather large blur, a blur so large that Jim had to do a double take. His eyes met Michael's first who simply just stared, speechless.
"Oh. Oh fuck." Jim said, grabbing Brooke's hands.
"What?" she questioned confused, looking up at Jim who wasn't even looking at her. She turned her head in his direction, looking at a naked you and a naked Michael. "Ohhhh...."
"Uhhhh...." Michael said, finally breaking his silence. "I won't say anything if you guys don't?"
"It's not the first time I've walked in on my friends fucking. I caught Xavier and Montana last weekend." Brooke shrugged. Jim and Michael now looked awkwardly around the room, not wanting to meet each other's gaze anymore.
"It's cool, we'll just Uh.... go finish in the showers or something." Jim said, scratching the back of his head, pulling Brooke up off the bed and to her feet. "Honestly forgot that you two usually have Saturday nights reserved." You couldn't bring yourself to say anything. While you've heard your friends fucking from outside of their rooms on days you would walk past or attempt to pop in for a surprise visit until you realized that you couldn't, you haven't ever been walked in on or walked in on someone else. You weren't embarrassed or anything since it was just Jim and Brooke, just shocked as all.
"Yeah... yeah... sounds good." Michael said. "Have fun?"
"Totally." Jim said, grabbing his towel out of his closet and quickly dragging Brooke out of the room. The two of you let out a hefty sigh as you were left alone again.
"What the fuck just happened?" you asked Michael.
"Let's not talk about it before it kills my hard-on. Let's just finish each other out. Deal?"
"Deal.." you said, your breath shaky as he resumed what he was doing before the two of you got interrupted.
"Girls just wanna have funnn!" You belted out the lyrics to the song, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel. The song had released in the fall of last year, and once you heard it, it had you hooked. Well, technically, it took one of your friends, Lana, begging you to give it a try before you listened to it.
A laugh erupted from beside you, and you turned your head to see Ray staring at you with an amused look on his face. "Yeah, you sure are having fun, singing that horribly."
"Oh, fuck you, Ray," you scoffed, directing your attention back on the road. "I'm an excellent singer," you used your faux British accent for emphasis. Ray rolled his eyes and peered out the window, "Yeah, sure you are."
"Anyway," you said, stretching out the word, "who's this friend of yours we're bunking with?" When Ray had first brought up the two of heading down to LA for, in his words, a nice vacation, he said he had a friend who would let you stay with them. You weren't that well-versed with Ray's friends because a good majority of them were assholes.
"His name's Chet. You've met him before." He saw you raise a brow, "You know, buff arms? White guy?"
You nodded, "Yeah, I totally know who that is. Ray, that's like 75, wait no- 85 percent of the guys in your fraternity." Ray sighed and rolled his eyes for the hundredth time that day, "Looks like he's on steroids?"
"Ohhh," you flashed him a grin, "I know who you're talking about now." He mumbled something about you being insufferable, to which you just smirked and directed your attention back on the road.
"So, where are we headed?" Ray gave you the instructions and commented on how you should've just let him drive if you didn't know where to go. You narrowed your eyes at him, explaining that you would never let his clumsy ass drive your car.
"Turn here." You flicked on your signal light and made a right turn. Ray told you to pull into what looked like a plaza of some sort. Looking around, you noticed the building you parked in front of was a gym. That's when the word 'aerobics' lit up in bright neon letters caught your attention.
You turned to Ray with a big grin on your face, and he already knew you were up to no good. Before he could even tell you to leave him alone, you pinched his cheek. "Aww, Ray... If the only reason you wanted to get away this summer was so you could do explore your hidden love for aerobics - you could have just said so, you big goof."
Ray swatted your hand away, blankly staring at you, "You are the most annoying person I have ever met."
"Ray!" You unlocked the doors, stepping out of the car, "You know how I feel about being called annoying. It makes me feel.." you paused for dramatic effect, "special."
"What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" He asked, scoffing as he bent down to tie his shoes.
"Hmm... Let me think..." you tapped your foot, head tilted up as if you were asking the heavens for help, "Everything."
Rolling his eyes, Ray shook his head, "Come on." You followed him after making sure you had locked the doors. You couldn't have anyone taking you guys' stuff and stealing your precious baby, now could you? The answer to that is no. No, you could not.
Thank god, they have air conditioning, you thought as you and Ray made your way into the building. The early summer weather was not treating you well as far as the light sheen of sweat covering your body went. As much as you loved your car, the air conditioning was not the best, leaving the air inside humid.
Ray's car's air conditioning worked fine, considering his car was a newer model and the fact that he got regular check-ups. The only problem was that Ray's car had suddenly "stopped working." You didn't believe that for one second, but when you had brought it up to him, he was quick to shut you down. You left it alone, but if he thought you had forgotten about it, boy, was he wrong.
There was a group of three people leaning against a desk. One of the three was a blonde with brown roots, his back facing you, talking very animatedly with his hands. You didn't even try to hide the fact that you were checking him out, slowly dragging your eyes up his legs, right to where his tiny white shorts met his-
Your pleasant gazing was cut short by Ray calling out Chet's name. You flicked your gaze around the room, not noticing the beefy brunette until he was standing right in front of you, "Ray, my man. You made it."
They did a little handshake, and you looked past Chet to see that he had come from the group of three. So that meant you were shamelessly ogling one of his friends. But did you care? Not at all.
You didn't know Ray and Chet had walked away until Ray sighed in annoyance before calling out, "Y/N, get your ass over here." You looked around, a foe look of confusion on your face, "My ass? Sorry, Ray, I don't think I have a donkey?"
He shook his head for the thousandth time, "Just, come on." You walked over, a satisfied smirk on display. Did you like pissing your sweet (not so much) cousin off? Yes, you did. And were you ever going to stop? No, you weren't.
"Y/N," Chet said, smiling as he pulled you in for a side hug. "Chet," you replied, returning the hug before pulling away, "Are you going to introduce us to your friends?"
"Right on that, ma'am." He turned to his friends, getting their attention before they came over. "Guys, this is-"
"Montana Duke," a girl with bleached blonde hair with a light blue headband on and smoky eye makeup said, thrusting her hand towards you. You took it, flashing her a smile, "Y/N. And this is my cousin-" She cut you off too. You figured she wasn't trying to be rude, so you let her continue. "Ray. Yeah. I know this idiot."
You smirked, tilting your head at her, "Yes. I think you and I are going to get along quite well." She smirked back, a twinkle of mischief flashing in her brown eyes, "Yes, I think we will."
Ray sighed, shaking his head, "I knew I shouldn't have brought you with me."
"Aww, Ray, you'll be okay. Just expect a lot of-"
"Sorry, guys. I was thirsty, so I got-" That voice sounded oddly familiar. Right when you were about to ask who it was, the person spoke again, "Holy shit."
Yep, you definitely knew that voice from somewhere. A pair of steely blue eyes met yours when you raised your head in their direction, and you scoffed as a laugh escaped you, "Son of a bitch."
The other three shared looks of confusion. You stepped up to the blonde, smirking, "Well, hello, there, stranger."
The person returned the smirk as they cocked their hip, tilting their head and squinting their eyes at you, "Long time no see, huh, babe?"
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Summary: sometimes you just need a little reassurance
“Hey,” Xavier rolls over, to look at her in the dark. She’s lying on her back, and though he can’t see her face, he knows that she’s awake, and she’s thinking. He reaches for her but she pulls away. “What’s wrong?” he asks confused.
“Do you love me Xav?” she asks him.
“Yes?” he says with surprise. “What’s going on?” she sighs and puts her hands behind her head. “Talk to me.” he says, sitting up on his elbow. She turns her head so their eyes meet.
“I don’t….I don’t feel like this is going anywhere,” genuine fear streaks through him, he can feel it churn in his stomach. “I just don’t feel like you’re really into me-”
“I am.” he says quickly, touching her face gently. “Believe me. I am.”
“But how do I know that for sure? You don’t tell me, you aren’t very affectionate and I know that’s not your fault….I just feel like an annoyance I guess...Like you only stay with me out of pity-” he kisses her, pressing his lips against hers hard, trying to kiss all the fear and confusion away from the both of them.
“What do you want me to say?” he whispers before kissing her again, “I love the way you look in the morning, when the sun shines in here and you’re just waking up. I love when your hair is a mess and I love watching you tame it.” he takes her hands in his and holds them against his lips, she stays quiet, unsure of what to say. “I love watching you cook, and I love it when you try to teach me, even though I’m a hopeless case,” she giggles, glad he can’t see her face in the dark.
“I love your body. Your curves, the way your muscles move in your skin. I love how delicate your hands are, I could kiss the pads of your fingers all day.” he does just that. “I love the way you say my name, I love when you moan it, when you whisper it, when you speak it. You make me feel like the only person in the room. The only one who matters.” He pushes his leg between hers, intertwining their legs together.
“I love your smile. When I’ve had a bad day, coming home and seeing that...it makes everything alright, I know I can leave all the anger and frustrations of the day outside the door, because I’m home. I’m with you and that’s all that matters at that point. I love the way you touch me, the caress of your hand, the warmth of your mouth. You can get me to do anything you want me to if you kiss me. I’m all yours.”
“I love that you listen to me. You want to hear about my day, about my past. You want me to let you in. And even though I fought that and resisted it, you broke through and now I can’t think of ever living without you. I don’t want to ever live without you. You Y/N L/N are my person. You are my rock. The one being in this whole fucked up world that I can count on. And that means a lot to me. I’ll never tolerate you. I’ll never take you for granted. I just want to love you. But you have to teach me. You have to show me how and tell me what you want….I’ll be anything you want.”
She can feel the tears streaming down her cheeks, he wraps his arms around her, pulling her to him. She buries her face in his chest, sobbing as he smooths his fingers through her hair and rubs her back. She feels safe, she feels content.
“I love you….so much Xavier. I would die for you.” he wipes the tears from her face and kisses her nose softly.
“Shhh. Don’t say that. You’ll never have to worry about something like that. Just stay with me. Please. I need you. I promise. I’ll be more open. I’ll tell you everyday. How special you are. How important you are. Just don’t leave me.” his voice cracks, this is the most intimate and sacred moment they have ever had. She’ll keep this conversation in her heart forever.
“I won’t leave you.” she kisses him and can feel his own tears against her lips. “I’ll never leave you. I promise.”
