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The mattress let out a tired, metallic groan as he settled in, the kind of sound that made you realize just how heavy he actually is when he isn't pretending to be effortless. Xavier was sprawled out on his back, head propped up by a single white pillow. His shirt was still untucked, the top buttons undone to reveal the pale line of his collarbones.
You were sitting on the edge of the bed, a small plastic tub of your nighttime lip mask sitting between your thighs. The room was mostly swallowed by shadows, save for the warm, amber hum of the bedside lamp that turned everything a bit soft and hazy.
You dipped a finger into the thick, pink salve, catching your reflection in the vanity mirror across the room to smear it over your bottom lip. And there he was, you could feel his eyes on you. He was watching through heavy, half lidded eyes, arms tucked behind his head, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm that was a little hypnotic.
"You're going to pass out before you even get to the toothbrush, you know," you teased, tilting your head to catch the light better.
"Mmm... I'm awake" He didn't even twitch. "What does that one smell like?"
“Strawberries and honey,” you murmured, wiping the leftover pink residue onto the back of your hand. You glanced back at him, noticing the way the light caught the dry, slightly bitten skin of his mouth. “Your lips are all chapped from being out on the roof earlier. You want me to put some on you?”
His arms dropped from behind his head, hands settling flat against the mattress. You watched his fingers dig into the fabric, a subtle tension coiling in his shoulders. Then, he tilted his chin his eyes locking onto yours, making the sleepy, lazy atmosphere in the room vanish in a heartbeat.
"Come here"
"Xavier, I just did my face," you protested, though your heart gave a traitorous little skip. "I'm going to get cream all over your shirt."
“I don't care about the shirt.” The softness of his voice was a total lie, it didn't match the weight of the way he was looking at you. He shifted, lifting his hips just enough to slide higher up the bed, splaying his legs wide to create a very deliberate, very empty space between his thighs.
The small click of the lid capping the tub sounded unnaturally loud in the quiet room. You crawled onto the mattress, the sheets bunching and sliding under your knees as you made your way toward him. When you reached his hips, you hesitated for a heartbeat before you straddled his lap.
As soon as you were there his hands were on you. His palms slid under the hem of your sleep shirt, settling firmly against the bare skin of your waist.
He looked up at you, his eyes tracing the faint sheen of the moisturizer on your cheekbones before dropping, slow and hungry, to the thick gloss coating your lips.
“You want to share?”
“Yeah, let me just get a cotton swab...” you started, but the words felt a little breathless even to your own ears.
"No.”
The word was final. His hands moved to the backs of your thighs, his fingers digging in just enough to take the brunt of your weight. Then, he slid his head off the pillow, his jawline looking sharp and tense as he stared straight up at you.
“Sit on my face.”
The bluntness of it was like a physical weight, just hanging there in the air, sucking the oxygen right out of the room. He looked perfectly serious, almost calm, but the way his fingers were bruising the skin of your thighs told a completely different story.
“Xavie...” you started, your voice trailing off into something small and uncertain.
“You said my lips were chapped,” a flicker of amusement tugged at the corner of his mouth “So fix it. Put it right here.” He tapped his bottom lip with his thumb, a silent gesture, before letting his hand drop back to your thigh. “Sit down.”
The contrast between his usual, soft spoken self and the weight of that demand made your chest tighten. You reached down, hands finding his shoulders to steady yourself, the fabric of his shirt bunching under your fingers as you braced.
Slowly, you lifted your hips, moving forward until you were hovering directly over his mouth. The movement caused your shirt to slide up, leaving nothing but the thin lace of your underwear between your skin and his face.
Xavier didn't wait for you to get comfortable. The second your weight settled an impatient tug of his fingers pulled the fabric aside, leaving you completely bare and hovering just inches from his lips.
The cool air of the room hit your skin for a split second, but it was gone almost instantly, replaced by the concentrated heat of his mouth pressing directly into you.
He didn't start with his tongue. He simply pressed his mouth flat against your center, inhaling deeply, his nose parting your lips as he took you in. The friction of his cheekbones rubbing against the skin of your inner thighs, combined with the slight, rough prickle of his evening stubble, sent a sharp jolt straight to your core.
"Xavier, the lamp..." you gasped, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling just enough to make him react.
He resisted the tug, the muscles in his neck straining under your grip. He let out a short, rough breath that made your thighs twitch involuntarily. "Leave it," he muttered against your skin "I want to see how wet you get."
Then, he opened his mouth.
His tongue was broad, wet, and incredibly hot. He took one long stroke, starting from the very bottom of your entrance and sweeping all the way up to the hood of your clit. The contact made your back arch violently, your head dropping back as you stared up at the blurry ceiling.
"Don't move," he grunted. His voice sounded distorted and muffled against your wet skin. He used his forearm to pin your lower back, effectively locking you in place so you couldn't escape the sensation while his mouth went back to work.
Every sweep of his tongue was firm, flattening against your clit, smoothing the moisture he was drawing out of you across his lips. The wet sound of him sliding over you filled the quiet bedroom, the only thing breaking the silence besides the heavy drafts of air he was taking in through his nose.
"Xavie... please...” The word didn't even come out right, it just sort of broke in your throat as he swirled his tongue in a tight circle around your clit. When his teeth grazed the edge just a fraction of a second too much your muscles clamped shut around him in an involuntary reflex.
He let out a muffled chuckle, making your whole body shudder, and pulled his head back just an inch, the sight of him made you lose your breath. His lips were soaked, glistening under the glow of the lamp, smeared with you from his chin all the way up to the tip of his nose. His eyes were wide and bright, looking completely focused on you.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” the profanity made your stomach do a slow drop. He didn't look like a gentle man, he looked hungry. “Look at how much you’re leaking on my face.”
Your hands were trembling. His hair was a complete mess from your fingers.
"Is this how you like it?" he asked, his thumb sliding up to press into your opening, testing the slickness before pushing his finger inside you.
You gasped, head falling back again. "Yes—yes, Xavie, please—"
“Tell me,” he began to move his finger in a slow, torturous hooking motion inside you, while the very tip of his tongue played with your clit. He was being cruel, in the best possible way. “Tell me to eat you out until you come all over my mouth.”
“Do it,” you sobbed, your fingers digging into his shoulders so hard your knuckles turned white. “Eat it. Please, baby, just do it.”
“Good girl.”
He buried his face back into you. That slow, teasing rhythm? Gone. His tongue was fast and sharp, flicking directly over your clit with punishing precision while his finger drove deep inside you, perfectly mirroring the pace. He used his free hand to squeeze your ass, his grip firm enough to bruise.
Every time the pressure became too much and you tried to lift your hips to find relief he dragged you back down, forcing you to take every single ounce of it.
“Xavie...I’m I’m going to...”
“On my tongue, bunny” he ordered, the words vibrating against your skin. He pushed a second finger inside you, stretching you open “Give it to me. Let me taste all of it.”
The tension snapped. Your walls clamped down hard around his fingers, and your hips shuddered as you came. You screamed into the quiet of the room, your body shaking from head to toe.
Xavier didn't stop. He sucked your clit into his mouth, applying a firm, steady pressure as his fingers pumped inside you through the contractions, maximizing the spasm, riding out every single throb of your climax until you were completely spent.
He didn't move his face away immediately, he rested his forehead against your damp thigh. His entire lower face was wet, the hair around his temples sticking to his skin.
His thumb caught the edge of his lower lip, wiping away a smear of wetness and licking it off his skin with a slow, dark stare.
"My lips feel fine now," he said, his voice quiet, regular, the familiar soft rasp returning as if he hadn't just completely wrecked you. "But we might need to do it again in the morning. Just to be sure."
rating: explicit/nsfw 18+
category: f/m, xavier x reader, reader-insert
tags: ooc!xavier, sub!xavier, virgin!xavier, smoker!xavier, xavier is a pathetic sardonic loser, lots of swearing, a slightly bully!reader, dom!reader, beach concert, slightly public sex, dubcon, coming thru his pants, xavier is incredibly sensitive & inexperienced, xavier has a praise kink, loss of virginity, clumsy fingering, oral (f!receiving), squirting, missionary, p in v, fucked so silly, xavier is a needy bunny, switch from msub to mdom!
wordcount: 10k
PREVIEW : “well, my friends are occupied, and it's way more entertaining to watch you squirm,” you tease, stepping closer into xavier's small sanctuary, asking if hiding in corners is his trick to attract girls, or if he's even experienced getting hit on before. xavier takes a sharp drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing a fierce orange as his throat goes dry with a humiliating truth: almost no one talks to him, and the few times women have looked his way, he had frozen up so badly they assumed he was stuck-up or broken. completely unused to the piercing gaze of a girl looking at him like something to be unraveled for amusement, he simply mutters. “fuck off.”
pity fucking a loser virgin at a concert definitely was not on your 2026 bingo list.
thud! thud! thud!
the bass from the main stage doesn’t just hit your ears; it vibrates straight through the thin soles of your sandals, humming up into your ribs. the beach concert was a damn neon-lit mass of salt-sticky skin, cheap coconut rum, and the suffocating heat of a thousand bodies swaying in tandem under the humid night sky. you’d left your friends screaming lyrics into the air, slipping away to the stall by the tree line to grab a refill.
now, cup held loosely in hand, you’re trying to wedge your way back through the shifting wall of people by the shoreline. it’s like trying to navigate a labyrinth of warm shoulders and fucking sweat. you take one blind step past a group of guys laughing too loud, and your foot catches on an uneven dip in the sand.
you stumble forward, your shoulder colliding with something solid.
fuck-
the iced drink sloshes violently over the rim of your plastic cup, splashing right across a broad, pale chest.
“shit, what the fuck—”
the curse is muttered under a breath that smells faintly of bitter lime and cheap gin, the tone completely flat, deadpan, and instantly recognizable. you blink, steadying yourself, and your eyes travel upward—past the dark cargo jorts low on his hips, past the lean, surprisingly cut lines of a pale torso, and over a thin silver chain resting against his collarbone.
it’s xavier.
his sunshades are perched crookedly in his messy ash-blonde hair, reflecting the distant strobe lights, and his diamond blue eyes are narrowed down at you in sheer annoyance. what is he doing here? he looks entirely out of place, a pale ghost haunting the edges of a party he clearly didn't want to invite himself to. a black stud glints in his earlobe as he tilts his head.
xavier stares at you. the slow blink of his eyelashes makes him look like a dazed bunny caught in a trap, his brain visibly short-circuiting as he processes the fact that someone from the university—let alone a blockmate he has actively avoided eye contact with for an entire semester—is standing right in his personal space.
he doesn't know what to do with his hands. he settles for crossing his arms over his wet chest, a pathetic attempt to shield himself from you, though it only serves to flex the skinny muscle of his biceps.
“you,” he mutters, his voice a low, monotonous drone that barely cuts through the thumping bass. he sounds like he's reading a script he hates. “you're from the block. the one who sits in the back.”
“and you're the one who sits in the front and doesn't talk at all,” you shoot back, not missing a beat. you let out a mocking little laugh, tilting your head up to match his gaze. you don't offer an apology for the sticky alcohol now dripping down his sternum. instead, you eye him up and down with an amused smile. “wow, look at you. i didn't know the block phantom actually possessed a pair of legs, let alone came outside. who dragged you out of your cave, xavier?”
his jaw tenses, a tiny twitch beneath his pale skin.
he hates this. he hates the way you look at him like he’s a strange specimen under a microscope. he's used to being invisible, a background character who fades into the chalkboard grease of lecture halls. having your attention focused entirely on him feels like an interrogation.
“nobody,” xavier looks away, his eyes tracking the dark horizon of the ocean instead of facing you. “i came because i wanted to. not that it's any of your business. you should go back to your friends. you’re blocking the breeze.”
“ouch. friendly as always,“ you stepped closer just to watch the way his shoulders go rigid. you take a slow sip from your half-empty cup. “i'm surprised you even know what a breeze feels like, considering you usually look like you live in a basement. what's the matter? surprised to see me here?”
xavier's eyes flick back to you, cold and sardonic, though there's a faint tightness in his throat as he swallows. “i'm surprised you're capable of walking in a straight line. you spilled your drink on me.”
“consider it a baptism into the real world,” you say, laughing softly at his sour expression. “but seriously. you? at a beach concert? alone? it's a little pathetic, don't you think?”
xavier’s fingers dig slightly into the skin of his arms. he wants to tell you to go away. he wants to push past you and disappear into the dark, back to the quiet apartment where nobody looks at him, nobody mocks him, and nobody makes his chest feel this tight. but his feet feel heavy in the sand, anchored by the novelty of someone actually speaking to him.
“i'm fine by myself,” he says, his voice dropping into that familiar, stubborn tone. ”leave me alone.”
he turns on his heel, his large cargo jorts swishing heavily against his shins as he tries to melt back into the shadows. it’s his instinctual move—the clean break, the quiet exit. but you don’t let him. your sandals crunch in the sand right beside him, matching his stride.
“so are you seriously alone?” your voice drifts over his shoulder, light and entirely unbothered by his glaring aura of hostility. “like, actually by yourself? do you even have friends, xavier?”
the question bites, but he keeps his eyes fixed on the sand ahead. he does have friends. zayne and rafayel exist in his orbit, but the mere thought of zayne sitting on a humid beach with a plastic cup of cheap alcohol is absurd, and rafayel would have spent the entire night complaining about the quality of the crowd or the salt ruining his clothes. they aren't the type for this. they don't belong in a chaotic mass of college kids, and neither does he. but explaining that requires too many words, too much vulnerability.
“i have them,” he mutters, almost robotic as he steers away from the main shoreline. “they just have better things to do than stand around in the mud.”
you just chuckle, a mocking sound that follows him as he leads the way toward a darker, quieter corner of the resort. the heavy thump of the bass begins to muffle, filtered through a thick screen of tall bamboo stalks that sway lazily in the night breeze. it’s a designated smoking area, tucked away from the main pavilion. a couple of empty wooden crates serve as makeshift stools, and right now, the little pocket of shadows is completely deserted.
“then, why do you come here anyway? are you here to get some girls?” another snicker escapes past your lips.
xavier then turns around to face you, his pale chest still gleaming slightly from the alcohol you spilled on him. his diamond blue eyes narrow under the faint amber glow of a single hanging bulb.
“[name], why are you suddenly all up in my ass?” he asks, the profanity sounding almost clinical coming from his voice. “don't you have a bunch of people waiting for you? you're... better off bothering some other guy who actually wants to, like, talk to you.“
he reaches into the deep pocket of his cargo jorts, his fingers pulling out a crumpled pack of cigarettes and a cheap plastic lighter. you watch him, momentarily stunned, as he slides a cigarette between his lips. the small flick of the flint illuminates the curves of his face—the boyish, bunny-like slope of his nose, the long eyelashes—contrasting sharply with the way he draws in the smoke. you hadn't expected this. the quiet blockmate who sits in the front row and never raises his voice actually smokes. he feels less like a flat, boring caricature of a loner and more like a puzzle with missing pieces.
you clear your throat, tilting your head as he exhales a thin, grey stream of smoke into the humid air, his eyes tracking the cloud as it disappears into the bamboo.
“well, my friends are occupied, and it's getting kind of boring over there,” you say, taking a step closer into his small sanctuary. a teasing smile plays on your lips. “honestly, it's way more entertaining to stand here and watch you squirm. so, what's the deal then? do you always hide out in corners like this? oh, i know why—it's a trick to attract girls, no? have you ever even experienced getting hit on by a girl before?”
xavier takes another sharp drag, the tip of the cigarette glowing a fierce orange. he isn't used to this kind of attention—the piercing gaze of a girl who looks at him like he's something to be unraveled for amusement. his throat feels dry, because the truth is humiliating: almost no one approaches him, almost no one talks to him, and the few times women have looked his way, he had frozen up so badly they simply walked away, assuming he was stuck-up or broken.
“fuck off.”
xavier shifts his weight, looking anywhere but at your face after pocketing his sunshades. “i'm not that type of guy. so, just leave me alone.”
he holds the cigarette awkwardly between his fingers, the ash growing dangerously long because he’s entirely too stiff to tap it off. his knuckles are white against the paper filter, and the silence between you only stretches, punctuated by the distant muffled thump of a techno remix playing by the shore.
“you're not that type of guy?” you repeat, stepping fully into the small bamboo enclosure. “what type? the type who knows how to hold a conversation, or the type who actually knows what to do when a girl hits on him?”
xavier squeezes his eyes shut for a fraction of a second, his chest rising and falling in a shallow breath. he takes another drag of his cigarette just to give his mouth something to do, but he inhales too fast.
“ghk—!”
he chokes.
it’s a pathetic, muffled cough into his fist, his whole pale torso spasming slightly as the smoke hits the back of his throat. it makes his blue eyes instantly water, looking away immediately and cursing silently in his mind. you didn't fail to catch the way his ears were burning a hot crimson.
“i'm fine,” he swallows hard, trying to force the monotonous drone back into his vocal cords, but it comes out sounding shaky. “the wind changed.”
“there is no wind, xavier,” you cross your arms, leaning your hip against one of the bamboo stalks. “jesus, you really don't know what to do with yourself, do you? are you seriously this clueless around women?”
“i-i'm not fucking clueless,”
a normal experienced guy would laugh it off, make a smooth joke, or step into your space to push the tension back onto you. xavier does none of that. he just freezes, staring at his cargo jorts like the faded denim holds the answers to the universe. “i just... don't see the point. people are loud. you're loud.”
“i'm standing right here and talking in a normal voice,” you point out, taking a deliberate step closer. the scent of your fruity drink mixes with the bitter tobacco smoke hanging around him. “xavier, look at me when i'm talking to you.”
his eyes flick up, entirely against his will, caught off guard by the authority in your tone. up close, his features really do look like a startled bunny—wide, blinking eyes, a soft, trembling lower lip that he bites down on to keep from speaking. he looks so incredibly defenseless for someone who just told you to fuck off two minutes ago.
“...what do you want from me? i don't have anything to say to you. you're just... doing this on purpose.”
“doing what?”
“making fun of me,” xavier tightly grips his own upper arms again, his black piercings catching the light as he ducks his head. “you're just bored and you want to see how long it takes for me to look fucking stupid. go back to the beach.”
“tch—hahahaha!“
the sound of your laughter breaks the quiet of the bamboo enclosure, echoing over the distant thumping of the bass. you actually have to hold your stomach, tilting your head back because god, xavier is a riot. his reactions are better than any entertainment on the main stage! the panic vibrating off his frame makes a wicked little thrill dance in your chest. you want to toy with him until he completely snaps.
“okay, okay, look,” you say, catching your breath but keeping that mocking smile fixed on your lips. “i'll leave you alone. i’ll walk away right now, but... you have to answer just one more question for me.”
xavier watches you out of the corner of his wet, glass-pink eyes, his chest heaving with shallow breaths. he doesn't say anything, which you take as a green light.
“are you a virgin?” you ask, leaning in slightly, your voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper. “because honestly, xavier? you look and act exactly like one. oh my god, are you really a virgin?”
you expect him to choke again. you expect him to stutter, to turn away, or to give you another defensive non-answer. but instead...
“yes,” xavier shoots back instantly, his voice cracking slightly on the vowel but sharp enough to slice through the humid air. he doesn't hesitate. he stares right into your eyes, his diamond blue gaze dark and completely cornered. “i am a fucking virgin. are you happy now? is that what you wanted to hear? so go away. go find some experienced guy who actually knows what the fuck he's doing and bother him instead.”
you blink.
oh. oh.
he really is... a total virgin, huh.
you hadn't actually expected him to just lay his cards on the table like that, so exposed and utterly pathetic in his honesty. it leaves you momentarily speechless, looking at the sharp lines of his collarbone, the flushed skin of his bare chest.
but, a slow grin crawls back onto your face. you decide to press his buttons harder. “hmm. i don't believe you.”
xavier’s eyebrows knit together into a deep frown. “what the fuck do you mean you don't believe me?”
“i mean, i have to at least find out for myself, right?”
the air catches in xavier's throat, his eyes widening into pools of pure shock. he stutters, his lips moving a few times before any sound actually comes out.
“...what?” he croaks, his gaze darting frantically between your eyes and your mouth. “w-what did you just say? repeat that. i must've... i-i misheard you or something—”
“i said, i want to feel your shape, xavier.”
what the... fuck.
xavier suddenly chokes on his own saliva, a harsh, pathetic cough rattling through his chest. his hand trembles so violently that the half-smoked cigarette slips right from his fingers, tumbling into the dark sand below, its orange ember dying instantly. he doesn't even notice. his mind is entirely fried, the blue of his eyes completely wild as he stares down at you, his back pressed so hard into the bamboo that the stalks groan behind him.
“you're... you're fucking messing with me,” he breathes out, “you're really... you're really this committed to making a fool out of me, aren't you?”
you chuckle sweetly, “i'm not messing with you, xavier?”
your eyes slowly track downward, leaving his flushed face and trailing across the expanse of his shirtless torso. you're searching for something, and it doesn't take long to find it. there, nestled beneath the faded denim of his cargo jorts, is the unmistakable silhouette of a growing tent. it twitches slightly under your gaze, like a physical betrayal of how affected he actually is.
xavier notices where you're looking and his brain completely short-circuits. “i-i don't... i don't even know what you want from me, so—okay, what the fuck, what the fuck—”
his voice cuts off into an unintentional high-pitched whimper as your hand reaches out and presses directly against the apex of his tent.
“ah.. nh...”
it’s a pathetic, needy little sound that slips past his lips before he can stop it. your fingers curl slightly, deliberately playing with the stiff shape through the thick denim, testing his weight. xavier’s hand instantly fly to your shoulder, his long fingers gripping your skin tightly—not to push you away, but because his knees have suddenly gone completely weak.
you stop the movement for a second, looking up at him with a look of mock concern. “oh my, xavier... you've been hard?”
he tries desperately to catch his breath, his eyes closing tight before snapping open again. and he presses himself even harder against the groaning bamboo wall behind him, trying to swallow the hot lump in his throat.
“i-i'm a guy, okay?” he stammers out, his monotonous drone completely shattered into a defensive whine. “and... and you... you know you're really pretty, and you're—you're fucking hot, so... of course my body is going to—to—”
“how long?” you cut him off, your voice dripping with teasing authority while your thumb slowly strokes the length of his twitching bulge. “how long have you been hard for me?”
his head snaps to the side, his chin tucking into his shoulder as he desperately avoids your eyes. the deep, burning crimson has spread all the way down his neck, coloring his pale chest in splotchy, beautiful patches of sheer embarrassment. he looks so small, so incredibly tense and cute as he writhes weakly under your palm.
“s-since... fuck,” he stutters, a small, frustrated sob caught in the back of his throat as your fingers twitch against him. his eyelashes flutter rapidly, wet with panicked tears. “since like... since you started talking to me, okay? since you—i couldn't—i couldn't help it. please stop... no, don't stop, just—ah...”
the weight of him expands under your palm, hot and straining fiercely against the thick denim of his cargo jorts. you let out a soft exaggerated gasp, pulling your lips into a mockingly surprised pucker.
“oh, wow,” you murmur, your fingers spreading out to measure him through the fabric. “so you're actually pretty big, huh? look at you, xavier.”
the praise makes xavier’s head roll back against the bamboo stalk, his eyes half-lidded and glazed over with a heavy daze. the fierce crimson on his cheeks makes the blue of his eyes look blindingly bright, almost silver under the amber bulb. he looks down at you through his long lashes, lips parting as he draws in a shaky breath.
“y-you... you really think so?”
”i do,” you coo, giving him a gentle, firm squeeze that makes his hips involuntarily twitch forward into your touch. “does anybody else know how big you actually are, xavier? have you shown anyone?”
xavier frantically shakes his head no, the messy ash-blonde strands falling into his eyes. “n-no... nobody,” he stammers, “nobody else has ever... ever touched me like this. i told you, i'm—i'm a virgin.”
”poor thing,” you slowly slide your hand up and down his length, snickering under your breath.
and the moment the words poor thing leave your lips, the bulge underneath your hand twitches violently, a thick pulse that you feel right against your palm. xavier lets out a ragged hitch of his breath, his eyes snapping wide open as a jolt of pleasure shoots straight to his groin. he looks at you like a starved creature, his bottom lip trembling as he swallows hard, trying to force his tangled tongue to work.
“s-say... say that again,” he pleads, his voice cracking. his grip on your shoulder tightens, pulling you a fraction of an inch closer to his shirtless chest.
“say what?”
“th-that... what you just—just called me,” he stutters harder, his pale torso completely tense, a thin sheen of sweat making his collarbone glisten under the light. “c-call me... call me a poor thing again. please. it—it felt...”
he can't even finish the sentence, but you strangely find yourself obeying him anyway. there's something entirely intoxicating about seeing the unapproachable, sardonic block loner reduced to a shivering pathetic mess right in front of you just from a few words.
“poor thing,” you whisper sweetly, leaning in until your breath brushes against his burning ear. “such a poor, pathetic little bunny. you're so sensitive, xavier. look how worked up you are just from me touching your pants.”
”oh, f-fuck... ah...” his head slowly shakes from side to side against the bamboo wall, his entire body trembling as you continue to rhythmically palm him through the cargo jorts.
“you like being called a poor thing?” you whisper, pressing your body against his trembling frame to pin him thoroughly. “do you want to be called something else, hm? perhaps a... good boy?”
“y-yes... ah! please—” his fingers dig into the meat of your shoulders, desperate for anchor, his knuckles turning stark white. “call me—call me that... please, say it... just say it, i—i want to hear it, please...”
“no.”
the denial breaks him. and for all that he is, he fucking lets out a pathetic sob, his head thrashing from side to side against the bamboo wall. he becomes a completely unhinged, moaning, begging mess right beneath you—just a pathetic starved virgin writhing under your touch.
“please... please,” he wails softly, a breathless moan tearing from his throat as his lower lip trembles violently. “don't be mean... don't be mean to me, i'll—i'll do whatever you want... just call me it... please, tell me i'm—tell me i'm a good boy...”
seeing him reduced to such a shivering, responsive wreck is too sweet to resist. you let your hand resume its punishing pace, and lean right into his burning ear. “such a good boy, xavier. look how well you take it for me. such a sweet, good boy. like that?”
“ngh—!!”
xavier goes completely rigid.
his eyes roll back into his head, his eyelids fluttering as his entire torso spasms violently. a loud, choked-out moan tears from his chest, echoing against the bamboo as he begins to fucking cum right through the thick fabric of his cargo jorts.
“fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck fumck—”
his hips slam into your hand over and over in helpless, uncoordinated jerks. he spasms like a dying bunny, helpless to stop the overwhelming waves of friction. and because he’s a little virgin, because he has held everything in for so long, the release is incredibly violent and lasts a bit too long, his body continuously tightening and pulsing against your palm while he stutters and moans incoherently into the dark air.
“shit, xavier, it's not stopping yet?”
“f-fuck... ah, ah... n-no, it's—it's too much... hngh... please...”
slowly, the violent tremors begin to subside, leaving him slumped weakly against the bamboo, his legs visibly shaking as if they can barely support his weight. oh god, he's so fucking embarrassed.
you slowly draw your hand back, tilting your head as you inspect your palm. the front of his cargo jorts is completely ruined, a dark and sticky-wet stain soaking through the stiff denim.
xavier’s hand leave your shoulder, his fingers trembling so violently he can barely coordinate them as he slides a palm up his face, pushing his messy ash-blonde hair back from his forehead. he presses his hand over his eyes, his breathing still coming in ragged gaps that rattle his throat.
“oh fuck,” he breathes into his skin, the word muffled, trembling, and saturated with a wave of humiliation. “fuck... i didn't... i'm sorry.”
he drops his hand from his face, his diamond blue eyes looking completely wide and glossy with a pinkish rim of pure embarrassment. he looks away from you, staring desperately at the dark sand beneath his feet.
“i didn't mean to... to do that,” he mutters, though it's entirely thin and cracked at the edges. “i got... carried away. i told you it was my... my first time doing anything like this. i didn't know it would... fuck. i'm sorry for cumming too quick.”
“you really are funny,” you let out a sweet chuckle, entirely unbothered by his panic as you step back a fraction of an inch, your eyes trailing over his shivering frame. you turn around lazily, stepping toward one of the high, makeshift wooden crates tucked against the bamboo wall. with an easy grace, you hop up, sitting against the rough edge of the wood.
“well, since you ruined the mood by finishing so fast, you're going to have to make up for it.”
xavier blinks, his long eyelashes fluttering rapidly as his brain stalls out yet again. he looks at you, eyebrows knitting together into a vulnerable frown that makes him look like a lost child. “make... make up for it? what do you mean?”
“i mean exactly what i said,” you murmur, leaning back slightly against the bamboo behind you, parting your knees just enough to send a message. “it's my turn now. you need to give me something.”
xavier’s mouth parts, a breathless gasp escaping his lips. he stands looking at you like you’ve just spoken a language he has never heard before. “i... i don't know what you want. i don't have anything to give you.”
“use your hands, xavier,” you point a finger down at yourself. “put your fingers in me.”
“w-what?” he stammers, his voice cracking loudly as the splotchy red flush on his chest flares up with renewed heat. “you... want me to do what? i can't—i don't know how to do something like that. i've never—i've never touched a girl before. what if i mess it up? what if i hurt you?”
“shush,” you pat the edge of the wooden crate, tilting your chin down. “come here, don't make me repeat myself.”
he looks at you through those long eyelashes, his body frozen in place for three agonizing seconds before the invisible leash pulls him forward. his large cargo jorts swish heavily against his knees as he drags his feet through the dark sand, moving with the reluctant obedience of a stray dog that knows it's about to get scolded. he stops right between your thighs, his torso glistening with a fresh sheen of anxious sweat under the low amber light.
“i'll guide you,” you say softly, your voice dipping into that patronizing tone that treats him like the complete novice he is.
without breaking eye contact, your fingers reach down to the fly of your shorts. the metallic click of the button snapping open sounds loud in the small bamboo clearing, followed by the slow scratch of the zipper sliding down.
zzzzzip.
xavier’s gaze drops instantly, drawn down by the gravity of his own terror, and then he stares at the soft curve of your exposed lower belly. he looks so incredibly flustered, his throat working in a visible gulp. he realizes, with a sudden wave of panic, that he is about to see a girl's pussy in real life for the first time in his years of pathetic existence. not on a screen, not in a textbook, but right here, breathing and warm, under a resort light.
“hey, i told you,” he stammers out, his voice a shaky, thin thread that lacks even a fraction of his earlier sardonic bite. “i'm... i'm not going to be good at this. you're going to... you're going to hate it. don't expect anything from me.”
you don't even bother to acknowledge his miserable little disclaimer. instead, you lean forward slightly, your fingers wrapping around his trembling wrists, forcing his cold hands down until they rest against the waistband of your unbuttoned denim.
“take them off. panties, too. do it together.”
xavier lets out a faint gasp, a breathless “fuck...” slipping past his lips before he can choke it back. he looks at your hands on his wrists like you're forcing him into a crime, but his fingers instinctively curl into the fabric anyway. he’s so utterly malleable under your authority it’s almost laughable.
with hands that shake so violently they repeatedly snag against the rough denim, he begins to push the material down your hips. the fabric bunches around your upper thighs, and he moves with an agonizing slowness, as if he's terrified that any sudden movement will cause you to vanish or, worse, laugh at him again. his eyes trace the expanse of your thighs as they are slowly unveiled.
but as the dark cotton of your underwear follows the denim down to your knees, xavier’s head abruptly jerks upward. his eyes snap to your face, wide and frantic, deliberately forcing his gaze to stay glued to your eyes. he absolutely refuses to look directly there yet.
slowly, you part your thighs, the smooth skin of your legs brushing against the coarse fabric of his long jorts as you widen the space between you. “look at it, xavier,” you murmur, “look at it, and put a finger inside.”
xavier squeezes his eyes shut, his throat moving in a heavy, desperate gulp. for a second, he just stands there in the dark, his hands twitching helplessly in the air as if he’s praying for the bamboo stalks to swallow him whole. and when his eyelids finally flutter open, his gaze drops down.
he looks, staring directly into the slick, parted heat of your pussy. a wave of heat surges up his cheeks, turning his ears a bright crimson under the bulb. he looks less like a man and more like a completely overwhelmed creature that has just stumbled upon something sacred and terrifying. his lips part, a small, shaky exhale slipping past his teeth.
“it's... it's so pretty,” he whispers under his breath, the praise slipping out unfiltered, raw and thoroughly pathetic in its utter lack of cool. it’s the kind of line only an absolute virgin would utter while staring between a girl's legs.
you reach down to wrap your fingers around his trembling wrist once more. “now don't just stare at it. put a finger in.”
you guide his hand forward, his long index finger pressing hesitantly against the wet entrance of your womanhood. xavier flinches slightly at the sudden contact, his other hand flying out in a blind, clumsy reflex to grip your knee.
with a slow nudge of your hand, his finger slides past your lower lips, sinking into the tight, tight heat of your walls.
fuck. fuck, fuck.
the moment the slick warmth swallows his finger to the knuckle, xavier’s eyes widens, a strangled gasp tearing from his throat. under the damp denim of his cargo jorts, the ruined bulge of his erection twitches shamelessly, growing harder and tighter against his stomach even though he literally just came through his clothes minutes ago.
“is this right?” his finger is stiff, twitching awkwardly inside you without any real rhythm because he has absolutely no clue what he’s doing. “am i doing it okay? tell me if it hurts, or if it's–shit you're so fucking warm.”
“you're just holding it there, xavier. that's not fingering,” you mock gently, your thumb pressing down on the back of his wrist to force an upward hooking motion. “curve your finger. like this. curl it up inside me.”
“l-like this?” he croaks, his pupils completely dilated as he tries to mimic the movement. his hand is so tense the tendons are standing out along his forearm, his knuckles white where he’s gripping your knee. he hooks his finger clumsily, catching against your sensitive walls, and the sudden wet squelch of his own awkward movements makes his face burn twice as hot. “like that? are you—are you liking it?”
“i'd like it a lot more if you weren't moving like a broken thing. do it faster, and deeper. unless this is really the absolute best those clumsy fingers of yours can manage?”
“fuck... shut up,”
before you can even laugh at his little display of temper, his free hand—the one anchoring him to your knee—moves with a sudden bruising grip. his long fingers dig firmly into the soft flesh of your thigh, and with a sharp, heavy heave of his arm, xavier lifts your leg high. he hoists it all the way up onto his shoulder, forcing your thighs to splay open in a completely exposed angle.
the suddenness of the movement makes your breath hitch, your fingers instantly digging into the rough wood of the crate to keep your balance as the cool night air hits the absolute dampest, most intimate part of you. from this point, you are entirely laid bare under the amber bulb, a prize splayed out for the most pathetic pervert on campus to see.
xavier doesn't look away. now that his insecure temper has been piqued, his eyes are fixed entirely on your pussy. he leans over you, his chest casting a long shadow across your lap, the silver chain around his neck swinging like a pendulum as he repositions his hand.
“you want it faster?” he mutters, his breath hot and uneven against your neck. “fine.”
he drives his index finger back into you, burying it all the way to the base of his knuckle. a loud, squelching wet sound echoes clearly over the rustling bamboo stalks as his hand begins to piston into your heat. it’s still incredibly clumsy—his rhythm is erratic, a frantic, uncoordinated jerking motion that has absolutely no baseline experience behind it—but the force of his desperation makes up for what he lacks in technique. he's pushing into you with everything he has, his knuckle bumping repeatedly against your sensitive outer lips.
“wow,” you gasp out, a genuine shudder ripping through your frame as the friction starts to build. “look at you go. you're actually starting to get a hang of it, bunny.”
jesus, you are so goddamn wet. the sound of his own clumsy finger sloshing around inside you is so loud, so incredibly lewd, that the heavy tent underneath his cargo jorts throbs with a renewed tightness. he is so hard it physically hurts, a thick drop of pre-cum soaking further into the stained denim as he pins you down further.
the heat between your thighs is beginning to build into something thick and undeniable, like a buzzing current of pleasure that ripples right up your spine every time xavier’s clumsy finger drives home. it’s getting incredibly hard to maintain that mocking little smirk you’ve been wearing like armor. your teeth dig sharply into your bottom lip, trying to anchor the ragged gasps threatening to slip past your throat. you absolutely cannot let this isolated, virgin blockmate see that his zero-experience is actually working on you. it would be completely humiliating to lose your grip on the reins now.
you need to remind him exactly who is running this little thing.
“two,” you breathe out, your voice a little tighter, a little more strained than you intended. “put two fingers in, xavier. one isn't doing anything.”
xavier's hand freezes dead inside you, his eyes widening into flustered circles as he looks up from your wet folds.
“two?” he looks at his own hand, then back up at your parted thighs. “but... you're already so tight. i don't think they'll fit. what if i stretch you too much? what if it—”
“shut up and just do it.”
he gulps, the silver necklace clicking against his collarbone as he slowly, awkwardly wedges his middle finger right alongside his index. the sudden thick expansion against your walls makes your hips twitch involuntarily on the wooden crate. xavier doesn't even wait for you to lecture him this time; driven by a sudden, greedy curiosity, he begins to piston his hand back into your heat.
squelch.
“~ah!”
a loud genuine moan slips right past your teeth, echoing sharply against the rustling stalks above.
instead of pulling back, xavier plunges his hand deeper, driving those two fingers all the way to the hilt, his thumb bumping hard against your clit with a clumsy pressure that makes your toes curl into the air.
“more,” you whimpered, the teasing girl completely vanishing, replaced by a needy shivering mess that’s entirely at the mercy of a boy who didn't even know what a pussy looked like twenty minutes ago. “put... put three, xavier. put three in.”
“th-three?” he gasps out, his knuckles slick with your own arousal as he hovers at the entrance. “are you sure? that's—that's too much, you're already so wet and, and, i don't—”
losing the last shred of your patience, you reach down and blindly grab his wrist to yank him forward.
with a low grunt that sounds entirely unlike him, he forces his ring finger right into the tight seam of your pussy. “shit—what the fuck...”
the brutal stretch of three fingers burying themselves inside you all at once catches you completely off guard. you let out a helpless whimper, your back arching off the wooden crate as your fingers claw desperately into the rough grain of the seat.
the sloshing sound inside you is getting even more out of hand, a wet rhythmic squelch that is echoeing obscenely. and he’s doing it. the guy who looks like he’d apologize to a door if he bumped into it, is currently burying three thick fingers into your heat.
but for someone who is supposedly delivering the pleasure here, he is making an absolute fool of himself. xavier is whining. actually whining. every time he shoves his hand forward, a strained noise hitches in the back of his throat, his soft boyish features contorting into a pained, pathetic scowl as if he’s the one being subjected to some kind of beautiful torture. his forehead is pressed nearly against your hoisted knee, his chest heaving so hard the silver chain is practically rattling against his collarbone.
you let out a breathless chuckle, fingers digging into his sweat-slicked shoulder just to feel the way his skinny muscles twitch under your touch. look at him. he looks like a pathetic, cornered bunny who is entirely too greedy for his own good.
“what's the matter, xavi? do you want to say something to me?”
in response to your mocking, xavier lets out a frustrated grunt. he drives his three fingers brutally deep, all the way to the hilt until his damp knuckles press hard against your entrance, and curls them upward with a sudden hook.
”~ah! shit!”
you squirm violently on the wooden crate, your toes clawing into the dark air while your hips involuntarily rise to meet his hand.
xavier pants heavily, his blue eyes completely glazed over and dark with a drunken daze. he looks down at where his hand is buried inside you, his lips trembling as he tries to swallow the thick knot of embarrassment in his throat. “i-i don't... i'm unsure if i can say it,” he stammers out, his voice a shaky cracked whisper. “am i allowed to say it?”
you can barely even find your voice to answer him, your chest heaving as you give a wordless impatient nod. your brain is entirely too focused on the fact that his long fingers are moving way too loudly inside you.
then, without an ounce of warning, xavier leans in close, his hot breath fanning over the sensitive skin of the pulse in your neck. the movement forces you to stretch your leg wider, higher.
“...can i eat you out?”
the whisper is so incredibly soft, so completely unpolished, that it catches you entirely off guard. your eyes widen, your heart doing a sudden flip in your chest. the absolute audacity of this virgin. he’s still actively pistoning his fingers inside you, making you stretch and leak all over his knuckles, and he has the nerve to ask that?
“say it fucking properly.” you gasp out, trying desperately to claw back your sense of control because you refuse to let him see how much the question actually rattled you. “say it like an actual guy, you dork.”
xavier blinks, trying his absolute best to shake off the thick, pleasure-drunk fog clouding his brain. he doesn't pull his hand out; instead, he uses his grip on your knee to hoist himself up, leaning over your body more until his flushed, beautiful face is bare inches from yours. his messy ash-blonde hair brushes against your forehead, his dilated blue pupils locked onto your lips.
“can i eat your pussy?”
fuck.
he says it with the most ridiculous combination of innocence and desperation. it’s a line that should sound smooth, but coming from his trembling splotchy-red lips, it just sounds like a starved creature begging for a scrap of food. and the worst part? your body absolutely eats it up.
before you can even think of a mocking comeback, a thick hot gush of white liquid sloshes out from deep inside you, sliding slowly down his fingers and over your exposed thighs. your eyes roll completely inward, a loud, shattered moan tearing from your throat as your back arches entirely off the wooden crate. you shake helplessly under his touch, your walls clamping down around his three fingers in a pulsating rhythm as you come.
fuck, how did you come this fast? he’s just a fucking loser virgin. a loner who doesn't talk to anyone. how the hell did he just reduce you to a shivering, dripping wreck with nothing but a few clumsy fingers and a pathetic question?
xavier completely cuts off your trail of thought. he slowly pulls his three fingers straight out of your heat. the sudden emptiness makes you whimper, but the movement allows a fresh wave of your sticky, white cum to spill out, dripping lazily down the skin of your seat.
his fingers are dripping with your wetness, his breath coming in short, pathetic puffs as he stares down at the mess he just made. he looks like an absolute freak, an innocent bunny who just realized he has a taste for blood, unable to believe his own eyes.
but the next words that slip past his lips completely seal his fate as a total pervert.
“guess i'll take this as a chance to lick you clean,” he looks up at you through his long eyelashes, his lower lip quivering with that same pathetic timidity. “going to eat you out now. okay?”
you’re slumped against the wooden crate, chest heaving and trying to pull oxygen into lungs that feel entirely too tight. your brain is still a scrambled mess of white noise from the climax you just handed over to a fucking virgin.
and speaking of the devil—or, well, the pathetic bunny in jorts—he’s already moving.
xavier drops heavily onto his knees, the dark sand crunching under his shins. his torso leans forward, long fingers spreading out to grip the flesh of your thighs with a sudden, possessive weight. his knuckles are still slick with your release, and his diamond blue eyes are completely wide again, staring at the pink ruined seam of your core like he’s about to perform open-heart surgery without a license.
slowly, hesitantly, xavier tilts his head. his long eyelashes flutter as he leans in, the tip of his tongue darting out to gently and awkwardly lick the excess white cum dripping from your lower lips.
he flinches at the taste, his ears turning a fresh violent shade of maroon. you can see the nervousness radiating off him; he looks up at you through his messy ash-blonde fringe, his eyes wide and seeking validation like a dog that just accidentally knocked over a vase. the contrast is hilarious. he’s the one who made the perverted request, but he has absolutely no blueprint for how to actually do it.
you open your mouth, a mocking jibe sitting right on the tip of your tongue, ready to dismantle whatever is left of his dignity—
schlick.
xavier buries his face directly into your heat, his mouth pressing clumsily against your clit.
the sudden sloppy sensation makes your head snap straight up against the bamboo wall, a sharp breath hitching violently in your throat. your fingers instantly claw into the rough wood of the crate. he is entirely uncoordinated, his nose shoving hard against your skin as his tongue licks in a frantically flat rhythm that feels more like a wet puppy.
but god, he’s enthusiastic. way too enthusiastic.
“f-fuck,” xavier mumbles against your wet folds, his voice muffled, vibrating directly against your sensitive skin. a high, pathetic whine breaks from his throat between heavy suctions. “shit... i'm getting... i'm getting so hard again.”
“xavier, stop just flat-licking me like a freak,” you gasp out, trying to regain a shred of your authority while your lower half shivers under his mouth. you reach down, your fingers tangling into the soft, damp strands of his blonde hair to guide his head. “swirl your tongue. swirl it right there on the tip. and suck... like this.”
he whimpers against your skin, his hands tightening on your thighs, bruising your skin in his effort to obey. he tries to mimic your words, his tongue swirling awkwardly, catching the sweet spot just enough to make your knees shake.
“like this?” xavier croaks, his head suddenly bobbing up from down below. his face is an absolute disaster—lips glistening with your wetness. “am i doing it good?”
“go lower,” you breathe out impatiently, your hips twitching forward. “you talk too much.”
“i-i'm sorry,” he stammers out pathetically, his boyish features crumpling into a flustered scowl before he ducks his head back down.
this time, driven by your command and his own desperate need to be a good boy, xavier opens his mouth wide. he presses his lips flat against your opening and drives his tongue straight inside you. deep.
squelch.
the wet intrusion stretches you all over again, his tongue pushing into the slick path his fingers had carved out. it’s heavy, hot, and completely unpolished, but the sheer force of him burying his face into your pussy makes your entire world tilt. you fist your fingers deeper into the strands of his ash-blonde hair, the soft texture slipping between your knuckles as you use your grip to ruthlessly guide his head. you push him down, forcing his face entirely into your aching thing.
xavier lets out a muffled whimper right against your wet folds, his lips vibrating against your clit as he tries to draw in air. a tangled chain of choked curses—fuck, please, shit—bleeds directly into your skin, swallowed up by the sloshing wetness he's created. but he doesn't pull away. the absolute pervert doesn't even try to fight you. instead, his fingers slide up your skin, his nails digging ruthlessly into the soft meat of your outer thighs until they leave angry crescent marks that bloom into a fierce crimson.
you really thought you could just toy with the loser and walk away unscathed, didn't you? look at you now, pinning a shirtless, twitching virgin to your lap in a deserted smoking area while a bassline thumps half a mile away.
the worst part is, the loser is actually a fast learner. his tongue stops the clumsy licking and starts to focus, his instincts adapting with a greedy terrifying speed. he swirls his tongue with an erratic friction right over your most sensitive knot of nerves, combining it with a suction that makes your pelvis lift completely off the wooden crate. then, a tight knot begins to coil deep in your lower belly, tightening with every sloppy degrading lap of his tongue.
suddenly, his large hands slide under your knees. he yanks your thighs inward with a bruising force, pulling you so close that your face is nearly level with the top of his head.
“x-xavier—ngh!”
the sudden change in angle forces a shattered whimper from your throat, your legs trembling helplessly up in the air—and xavier takes absolute advantage of your exposure.
he buries his face much deeper, driving his nose hard against your pelvic bone as he begins to eat you out with a violently frantic hunger. his tongue pistons straight inside your opening before curling up to swipe your clit in a messy relentless pattern.
it feels so good it’s sickening. your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling his scalp so hard your knuckles go white, but he just whines and sucks harder, completely drunk on the taste of you. the knot in your belly snaps.
“sh-shit, xavier—wait, wait-!”
too late, your words are completely drowned out by a sudden violent spasm that rips through your entire lower half. your walls clamp down like a vice, and before your brain can even process the sensation, a thick hot gush of clear fluid erupts from deep inside you.
you're squirting.
you're violently squirting right into his face, the hot liquid spraying across his nose, his lips, and flooding his mouth all at once. “shit—fffunmck!” xavier lets out a muffled, terrified squeak, his eyes flying wide open in shock as he’s suddenly drowning in your release. he tries to jerk his head back, but your hands are still buried deep in his ash-blonde hair, ruthlessly holding his face down just to pin him to the source of your climax while you shake and sob under his mouth.
the spray of your release slowly tapers off into a quiet drip, leaving the bamboo enclosure thick with the heavy scent of cum and salt. your fingers finally loosen their white-knuckled grip on his hair.
the moment he’s freed, xavier pulls his face away with a gasp. his mouth is parted, his lower lip trembling as your second climax literally drips down the boyish slope of his chin, glistening under the low light. shit, he looks so fucking cute like that—like a completely corrupted and overwhelmed bunny who doesn't know whether to run away or bite.
he stays on his knees for a second, looking up at you from the sand with an anticipated expression.
“did you... did you really just... twice? you came... twice? from my... from my fingers and... and my tongue?”
you click your tongue. “don't be so full of yourself.”
he slowly stands up, his long legs noticeably shaky beneath his cargo jorts, which are still heavily stained and ruined from his own embarrassing mishap earlier. “shit,” he mutters under his breath, turning his head away. “shit... fuck...”
you let out a small chuckle, finally lowering your trembling legs from the wooden crate and letting your feet sink back into the cool sand. “you actually kind of did a good job, bunny,”
xavier’s head snaps back to you, his eyes wide. “you really think so?”
you nod, sitting up a little straighter against the makeshift high chair, adjusting your messy hair. “yeah. look at you. you can actually go save this for the next time you need it, you know? consider yourself graduated. you basically have experience now.”
it's kind of hilarious how desperately you're trying to regain control when your thighs are literally vibrating.
xavier stays dead-silent for a beat. he reaches up with the back of his hand, aggressively wiping the wetness from his lips and face. “yeah... maybe. yeah. that... that makes sense.”
he blinks, his eyes tracking your movements. “wait. where are you going?”
you tilt your head, reaching down to grab the waistband of your underwear and shorts, casually pulling them back up over your sticky thighs and into place. “i'm going back to my friends. they must be looking for us—well, for me—already.”
“what?” he croaks out, taking a clumsy step toward you. “why? where—aren't you going to stay?”
“and do what? stand in the dark with a guy who ruined his own pants in two minutes?” you shoot back, letting out a sharp laugh as you swing your legs off the crate and stand up.
but the moment your feet hit the sand, your knees completely buckle. wow. your legs feel like absolute, wobbly jelly, a direct consequence of his three-fingered pistoning. you stumble slightly, taking one awkward small step toward the exit of the bamboo clearing.
“hey, you can't just—i mean, you're the one who came in here and started—”
he suddenly cuts himself off.
before you can even take another step, a pair of pale hands lunges forward from the dark. xavier grabs your upper arms with a suddenly startling grip, and with a frustrated grunt, he pushes you harshly back against the makeshift high chair.
thud.
the rough wood bites into your lower back again as you slam into it, your eyes widening in complete shock and pain. that caught you so thoroughly off guard you actually couldn't say a single word, your breath trapped in your throat as you stare up at him. xavier is standing right between your legs again, his shirtless chest heaving, his face bare inches from yours.
sensing your stunned silence, the pathetic loser instantly panics.
“i—i'm sorry,” xavier stammers out. his scowl is deep, pained, fighting his own greedy instincts. “i didn't mean to—to push you like that. i just... i really want you to stay. and... uh... shit. fuck it.”
he swallows hard, his lower lip quivering as his gaze drops down to your covered lap.
”i really want to fuck you. right here.”
you stare at him, stunned. did he just...? did you hear him right?
he swallows again, licking his lips. “i... i really want to pound my dick inside you until you see stars.”
“what the fuck?”
“sorry,” he blurts out immediately, his voice cracking as the realization of his own sudden aggression catches up to his fried brain. “i don't... i don't know where that suddenly came from.”
you stare up at him, your chest heaving as the initial shock wears off. a slow little smile pulls at the corners of your lips, the absolute thrill of having this untouchable outcast completely at your mercy giving you back your teeth. “is that what you really want, xavier? you want to fuck me right here in the dirt?”
xavier lets out a long ragged breath, his forehead dropping down to press heavily against yours. his eyes squeeze shut, his long eyelashes wet with a fine sheen of panicked tears as his hands blindly rush down to the waistband of your shorts. “yes,” he whimpers, his fingers clumsily fumbling with the button and zipper all over again with a frantic speed. “yes, fuck... please...”
before you can even utter another mocking remark about his lack of technique, xavier grips your hips and shoves you fully down against the flat wooden surface of the makeshift high chair. with a sudden heave of his arms, he hoists your legs right back up into the air, pinning them wide apart on his shoulders.
“xavier... wait...” but he doesn't give you much time to adjust.
with a low, shaking curse—”fuck, fuck, it hurts so much”—his fingers dive into the front of his cargo jorts. he yanks the fabric down just enough to finally set his dick free. it springs out, thick, violently throbbing, and heavily glistening with the messy cum that had been soaking through his clothes the entire time.
he doesn't even know how to line himself up properly. he blindly presses the tip against your lower lips, and with one uncoordinated thrust of his hips, xavier slides right into your tight heat.
“ahhhhh, fuck!~”
a loud moan tears from his throat, a messy, echoing symphony of pathetic noises that reverberates through the vicinity. his entire body goes completely rigid the second your tight walls swallow him, his eyes rolling back as he immediately begins to thrust, his movements erratic, frantic, and entirely devoid of any seasoned rhythm.
your hands fly out to grip the edges of the wood, your head snapping back as a sharp gasp cuts through your throat. “x-xavier—wait, shit, you're so thick...” you can feel the heavy weight of his shaft still crowding against your outer lips. “a-are you... are you even fully in?”
xavier lets out a pathetic sob, his chest heaving violently against yours as he hitches your legs even higher on his shoulders.
“n-no... it's not all the way in,” he gives a short, shallow twitch of his hips, his knuckles turning white where they’re anchoring into your thighs. “if i... if i push it all the way in, i'm going to—i'm going to fucking pound you until i cum. it's too tight. you're so fucking hot—”
“then do it, pound me until you cum. show me what you've got.”
the directive completely snaps the last thread of his sanity.
grunting, xavier leans all the way down, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he slams his hips forward with everything he has. he presses himself all the way in, burying his entire length into your pussy until you could feel the fucking tip hit you at the spot. “xav—shit!”
xavier turns into a completely unhinged moaning mess above you, trembling violently as he begins to frantically drive himself back and forth into your wetness. he is ridiculously tearing up, actual drops of sweat and panicked moisture spilling from his eyes onto your skin as his hips hit you with a sloppy, uncoordinated force.
slap. slap. squelch.
“f-fuck... yes, like that... look how well you take my dick,” he whimpers into your ear, his tongue darting out to blindly lick your jaw in a messy, wet display of affection. “you're taking all of it... you're stretching around me so good... shit, shit, this is all i've ever wanted. this is fucking it...”
he hooks his arms under your knees, lifting your legs even higher and spreading them brutally wide apart until your thighs are pressed nearly flat against his ribs. the angle is completely unshielded, forcing your womanhood to open up to its absolute limit as he drives back into you.
slap! slap! squelch!
he isn't moving with that hesitant, stuttering rhythm anymore. xavier has completely lost his mind to the friction, his hips slamming into you faster, harder, until the rough wood of the makeshift chair groans beneath your weight. he is an absolutely unhinged mess above you, his torso slick with a heavy sheet of sweat that glitters under the amber bulb. tears slide down his flushed cheeks, dripping directly onto your chest, but he doesn't care. he just allows himself to pound into your tight heat like a fucking machine.
it's so intense, so fiercely deep, that it catches you completely off guard. for a second, it’s like he isn't even a virgin anymore; he’s a starved pervert who has suddenly found the exact cadence to tear you apart. your fingers claw into his shoulders, your toes curling in the air as you try to hold back your noises, biting your lip until it hurts.
but xavier notices.
with a grunt, he leans down and bites hard on the sweet spot where your neck meets your shoulder. the sharp sting of his teeth forces a high-pitched yelp right out of you, your hips involuntarily bucking upward into his heavy groin.
“d-don't... don't hide it,” he pants heavily into your skin, pulling back just enough to drive himself all the way to the hilt again. “let me hear you... fuck, you're so tight, your pussy is clamping down on me so hard... it's wrapping around my dick...”
his hips keep hammering into you, a relentless punishing pace that turns your insides into pure mush.
plap! plap! plap!
“give me everything,“ xavier whispers, a frantic sob catching in his throat. “give me everything... give me everything... give me it... give me you...”
his voice begins to fade, squeezing into a tight, strained wheeze as the overwhelming friction starts to drag him toward the edge. his movements grow shorter, more violent, his hips twitching in tight desperate jerks while he buries his face back into the crook of your neck.
“just like that... fuck, yeah, just like that... just like that...”
he is fucking you silly, driving into your tight heat with a relentless speed that turns the small bamboo corner into a blur of heavily wet impacts. the sheer, unbridled force of his hips slamming against yours makes both of you practically see stars, your eyes rolling back as the muffled bass from the beach party fades into absolute white noise.
“f-fuck... ~ah, ah!~” xavier wails directly into your neck, his teeth grazing your skin while his pace hits a punishing peak.
suddenly, his fingers dig into your thighs with a bruising grip, his toes clawing into the dark sand below. with a loud, choked-out sob, he drives himself all the way to the absolute hilt, spasming, his thick length hitting your womb repetitively.
and just like that, he comes thoroughly deep inside you, a massive release that pulses hard against your walls over and over again. your chest heaves, a shattered breathless moan tearing from your throat as you take the full brunt of his climax. shit, that felt so goddamn good.
for a long minute, the only sound in the enclosure is the ragged overlapping pattern of your breathing. xavier stays slumped against you, his forehead resting on your shoulder, his chest heaving like a runner at the end of a marathon.
and then slowly, with a trembling grunt, he makes an effort to pull himself out. the sudden separation makes you let out a soft, aching whimper. as his thick shaft slips free, it reveals a glistening strain of liquids from the both of you—a messy, thick combination of your squirt and his hot release—that instantly gushes out, dripping down the dark wood of the makeshift high chair and splashing lazily onto the dark sand below.
xavier stares down at the mess between your legs, his mouth parted.
“fuck,” he curses under his breath, pushing his damp blonde hair back. “what the fuck... it... it really did happen. oh god.”
you let out an exhausted groan, bracing your elbows against the rough wood to painfully sit back up. your legs are still trembling, completely numb from the weight of his pace. you look straight into xavier’s eyes.
“are you... are you really even a virgin, xavier?” you pant, your voice dripping with a mix of genuine disbelief and lingering malice. “what the hell was that? you didn't move like one at all at the end.”
xavier flinches slightly at your words, his long eyelashes fluttering rapidly as he looks away.
“y-yeah, i told you, i am,” he looks down at his ruined, stained cargo jorts, his bottom lip quivering slightly before he forces himself to look back up at you. “i just... i didn't know what suddenly came over me. i just... felt like... fucking you like that. because you were being so mean.”
“well,” you breathe out, your voice still a little raspy from the screaming he forced out of you. you reach down, slowly dragging your underwear and denim shorts back up your thighs, the fabric sticking slightly against your skin. “that was... definitely something, xavier. guess you don't need to practice on your pillows anymore.”
the mocking barb is meant to give you your armor back, but xavier doesn't snap back with his usual cold defensive drone. instead, he just lets out a small breathless huff, his lower lip twitching into a tiny, pathetic line that looks almost like a sulk.
“shut up,” he mutters, the curse completely devoid of any real heat. he reaches down to awkwardly pull up the waist of his jorts, his long, pale fingers still trembling so hard he can barely button them. “don't... don't say it like that.”
you hop down from the wooden surface, your feet sinking into the cool sand. your knees give a dangerous, wobbly shake the second they take your weight, and you have to blindly reach out and plant a hand against his bare shoulder to keep from dropping right back down. xavier instantly freezes under your touch but he doesn't pull away. his large hand instinctively hovers near your waist, ready to catch you if you trip.
“wow, still such a helpful little bunny.”
xavier swallows hard, “are you... are you really going back to the resort?” he asks, his voice dropping into that small, needy whisper again. “right now?”
“i have to,” you murmur, finally pulling your hand off his shoulder and stepping past him toward the narrow exit of the bamboo stalks. “my friends are probably wondering if i fell into the ocean. and you need to go wash those pants before someone thinks you spilled a whole drink on yourself.”
he lets out a faint, flustered groan behind you, but he doesn't try to stop you this time.
as you take a step out into the open air, the loud throbbing bass of the beach party hits you full force, a stark contrast to the mess you’re leaving behind. you pause for just a second, tilting your head back over your shoulder to look at him one last time. xavier is still standing in the shadow of the bamboo, looking like an absolute freak—completely disheveled, beautifully flushed, and entirely ruined for any other girl on campus.
mean xavier strikes again || mdni, dom!xavier, spanking, bondage, mutual masturbation, cockwarming, edging, he gets soft at the end for u 🥹
authors note: xavierrr xavierrrr lets goooo
“xavi—“ you whined, feeling his hands tighten the restraints on your wrist. his hands, ever so talented, holding you still on the bed, with your ass high in the air. exposed and needy. you could only really rely on your hearing at this point, yet xavier’s capability of being able to move quickly wasn’t helping at all.
one hand travelled up your body, moving from the back of your thigh to meet your ass, “no,” he moved, pressing himself against your back, whispering in your ear, “after the stunt you pulled, you’re not allowed to call me that. it’s sir to you.”
“mmnghh!—that’s not fair! i didn’t even do anything!” xavier’s hands rose from your body, landing on your ass with a harsh impact. the simple slap had more force that it sounded, your skin already blooming a soft red. his body heat made you nervous, no matter how many times he’s fucked you.
his hands pulled at your ankles, pushing your ass to the edge of the bed where your pussy rubbed up against the pillow he placed there. already feeling how great it rubbed against your folds, you began onto move your hips in a slow circle, moaning into the covers.
yet a hand harshly stopped your hips, “i didn’t say you could move did i?” his voice was deeper, meaner, ruthless. there was no running from this now.
he scoffed, “i didn’t do anything—should i remind you of what you did?” his hands moved to your nape, pushing your head down so you couldn’t see what he was doing, “flirting with another man whilst i was talking to jeremiah over serious business?”
the sounds of a belt being unbuckled filled the room as xavier’s hand left your skin, holding something else.
“you think i didn’t see you—“ slap!
you yelped.
“—touch his hand like that, and—“ slap! “—tilt your head at him like he’s an angel?”
before his hand slipped again, you spoke out, “i didn’t do that! dont lie.” knowing that he was getting madder, the feeling in between your legs only grew. your pussy growing wetter with every pending second. xavier gets hot when he’s mad, you’ve seen it in battle and with others. but in bed, it’s only sexier.
“so you want to play that game huh?” xavier moved completely from your body, his body kneeling behind you. an unfamiliar shape appeared at your entrance, already coated in his spit and some lube. you turned your head back, “is that a—“
“turn around. tch, you’re so disobedient today. it’s like you want me to punish you harder.” xavier pushed the dildo straight up into your pussy, giving you only a minute or two to adjust to the size. it wasn’t as big as he was and the material was different from any other toy you had, “xavi—sir, i don’t want this! i want you!”
a small laugh was heard from behind your body, xavier’s hand slowly moving the dildo up and down, “you want me? so why were you so quick to run to other men?”
with a whine, you tried to move up the bed and away from this dildo — as much as it felt amazing, it wasn’t xavier. the bedsheets rustled under your movement. his hand pulled you back by the ankles, pushing you back down on the toy.
“don’t move. since you love talking to other men, i’m showing you how they’d feel.” his hand moved the dildo in awkward ways, missing your g-spot on purpose, “is this what you want? a man who doesn’t even know how to please you? how to make you feel straight euphoria? a man who doesn’t even know where the best…spot…is?” he slowly moved the dildo deeper, nudging your g-spot nicely before removing the dildo completely.
“actually, you don’t deserve anything inside you at the moment. get down. on your knees.” you moved quickly, getting down on your knees, whining at the feeling of your pussy clenching around nothing. xavier sat in front of you, his pants already down just enough to free his dick—the exact thing you want.
your eyes sparkled at the sight of it, moving your face towards his crotch when his hand stuck your face. it wasn’t too hard but it was enough to set you straight. with a whimper, you placed your head on his thigh. his cerulean eyes gazed back down at you, “again, i didn’t tell you to do anything yet. that’s strike 2, one more and i’ll leaving you needy.”
you didn’t say anything, but xavier didn’t hold it against you. clearly, there was nothing in your mind other than dick.
“look at me,” his voice softened only slightly, your head moving upwards to stare at him. everything just felt intimate, you couldn’t help but rub your face against his thigh, staring at his sweatpants now. xavier pat your head, “i can’t help but pity you. go on, lose yourself on me.”
you looked back up to his face, wondering what he meant ; your hands were tied and the dildo wasn’t anywhere to be seen. his head nodded downwards, his eyes looking in a certain direction — his boot. instantly, your body moved to the side, resting your hips on his boot. your legs straddling the soft material as your eyes looked up at his face for permission. xavier smirked, resisting the urge to trade your further, “good girl. go on, rub yourself on me.”
you positioned your body properly, trying to roll your hips in a better way. at every roll, you felt humiliated but it felt so good. being good for him, it felt better than anything. his approval only made your wetter, your hips rolling harder onto his shoe. the only black colour was glistening in the light, your juices coating his shoe nicely, “hah—hmm…”
xavier watched as your head rested on the end of his thigh, your eyes closed with pleasure. even in moments where he wanted to discipline you, his heart couldn’t handle seeing you desperate. even when you are fully submissive to him, he can only feel obliged to treat you good.
his hand rubbed your head, “mhm, go on. find yourself here,” he whispered softly, feeling your body tremble already. the signs of your climax only grew with every word he said, “you just wanted me to treat you good hm…it’s been so long huh? you’re needy, and desperate for me. i see, don’t worry, i got you.”
you whimpered, th tension in your body growing fast. your stomach felt tight, as if it was holding onto an intense feeling — one that you know of really well. the sensation of his boot against your clit was so good, nothing could bring you back to being bad now.
a soft whine left your mouth, “…s-sir?”
“yes?” xavier’s hand gently stroked his cock, already twitching with sensitivity.
“can i cum now..? please,” xavier groaned at the sounds of your submissive voice, his hands fisting his dick harder and faster. trying to chase your orgasm to match with his. your hips continued to roll in circles, another whine leaving your mouth, “hah ahh!—i’m cumming! i can’t hold it sir—“
xavier moaned with you, his hips moving upwards, “it’s fine—ngh cum for me.”
with that command, you let yourself go, the tight knot in your stomach burst, and an overflow of feelings overcame your body. white liquid covered the base of xavier’s shoe as the material pressed against your clit, your body twitched heavily with every second going past. the pleasure was so intense your stomach began to slightly ache, the amount of cum leaving you was overwhelming.
“hah—i do it sir,” you rubbed your head on his thigh, “did i do good..?”
“mhm, so good for me.” xavier thrusted his dick faster in his hand, “fuck—come here. open your mouth.” you moved closer, opening your mouth just below his raging tip. it was only seconds before joe xavier came fast, shooting loads iintonyiur mouth as he came quickly. your mouth wrapped around the base of his cock, bobbing your head up and down to catch all the cum. xavier’s body jolted, feeling your mouth’s heat tease him further.
“shit—take it,” xavier held your head back, encouraging you to open your mouth to see the walls of your mouth white with his seed, “swallow.” he ordered.
you closed your mouth, swallowing deeply, the sweet tase of his cum moving down your throat, “mhm..”
his hands moved quickly, moving to your waist and lifting you up onto his lap. your wetness scattered along his shoe, the floor and his thigh now. xavier angled his dick into your pussy, sliding in perfectly, “hm…ngh—you’re so wet for me.”
“hah—xavier, mhm! thank you sir..!” your body rested fully on his cock, feeling your walls clench around him tightly. your head rested in th crook of his neck. his hand wrapped around your waist whilst the other was resting on the back of your head, “you did so good for me..my good girl. i don’t like punishing you but sometimes i have to.”
“hm,” you whimpered, “m’sorry.”
“i know you are.” xavier kissed your cheek, “just relax, you’re getting what you wanted no?”
Ran out of chapstick, + Xavier keeps hiding them..
You sigh as you dig through your purse, rummaging around looking for your chapstick. Ok like you knew you lost a while ago, but now your lips are getting super dry and it’s hurting.
“Xavi have you seen my chapstick?”
“..no”
You glance over at Xavier who has freshly applied chapstick, and is currently pretending to read a book. How do you know he’s pretending? The book is upside down.
“Well.. Xavi can I borrow your chapstick?” He doesn’t move, keeping his gaze on the book.
“I lost it..”
You hum, looking suspiciously at his freshly applied chapstick…
“Ah, alright. Then could I borrow some from you?” He immediately perks up, trying (and failing) to look nonchalant as he sits up. He shrugs with a nod, ears turning a bit pink as you get closer.
You lean down and begin to kiss him, Xavier immediately gets wrapped up in the kiss. As he does you start to reach in his pocket, you stand up separating both your lips.
“Thank you Xavi.” You hold out his chapstick from his pocket and stuff it in your pocket. Xavier pouts a bit and pecks you on the lips.
“…I dunno how that got there..”
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Over the next week, you proceed to keep losing your chapstick. And Xavier just happens to be there every time with freshly applied chapstick.. And every time you take one of his chapsticks, you can’t find it the next morning!!
So you did the only reasonable thing.. buy lip tint chapstick..
Then the next morning as you expected you look through your bag seeing no chapstick. So when you go out in the living room you see Xavier with bright pinkish red lips. Xavier looks at you with no shame trying to play dumb.
“…. My lips were always this color..”
Of course this ends with Xavier’s face surrounded by this pinkish red color all around his face. (You kissed him a lot.) And as soon as you sneakily take your chapstick back..
You kick him out the apartment, as punishment for being a thief who steals all your chapsticks.
(He gathers all the stolen chapsticks and buys some boba in order to be let back in your apartment.)
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I haven’t written in a while 🧍well I mean I have but I have been leaving them in my drafts because I got nervous…
Can I request Xavier x reader where she is worried that her newborn daughter/son doesn’t cry like the other babies and sleep more because of their dad and they are literally copy of him because her genes couldn’t fight his, she knew from the moment she came back from the hospital that her little baby is heavy sleeper but wakes up once they hungry and Xavier is the one who can make them sleep.
𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier x afab!reader ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluffy fluff! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭
﹙♡﹚oh, to have a tiny copy of xavier's ꒰˵ˊᯅˋ˵꒱ they would be the cutest pair ever, istg. thank you so much for this cute idea, anonnie! ♡
the first time you held your newborn, it was impossible to tell who he'd resemble the most.
he looked like a little raisin, wrinkled up and awkward, holding his tiny hands close to his chest as if wanting to go back inside your belly and rest a little bit more.
it wasn't until the sixth month that both xavier and you realized… the baby was a tiny copy of his father.
sure, he was already a heavy sleeper, but his appearance…?
if someone hadn't seen xavier and the baby in the same room, they would probably think that your husband either shrank or stepped into the fountain of youth.
it was insane.
the baby was pale, with silvery-blonde strands that fell down his forehead, just above his long eyelashes that framed two gorgeous, gigantic, shimmery blue eyes.
okay, rude.
not only did your genes fall asleep while conceiving, but the baby acted exactly like his papa.
he slept for hours, and hours, and hours.
and while other moms hoped their babies could do the same, you were worried.
when would your baby play?
when would you be able to show him new things, to make him laugh, to see him trying to crawl, when all he did was sleep?
you wanted him to cry, to wake you up, to wail because he needed a diaper change, but you'd only hear soft cooing or little babbles whenever he needed something.
xavier told you things would be fine, that your little star would eventually grow up and have more energy, but your heart wasn't at ease.
you feared your baby would miss feeding times, or that he wouldn't get to feel your touch and create a bond with you.
and while you thought the hormones were making you way more susceptible and sensitive, xavier totally understood your worries and tried to calm you down.
“he's healthy, my starlight,” he whispered, gently tracing the little one's nose with his finger as you held him in your arms.
“i know he is, but i… i feel like he's sleeping his life away,” you whispered back, your voice shaky. “he has a lot of things to see, to explore with his tiny hands, yet he only sleeps…”
xavier turned to you, his lips finding your temple.
“he's still very small. babies sleep a lot.”
you hesitated before nodding quietly.
that was true.
“besides, he has a lot of time to grow up and start exploring the world with us. his life has just begun; you won't miss a thing, and neither will he.”
“...you think so?” you sniffled, your gaze meeting his. “we won't miss anything?”
he smiled, shaking his head.
“not a single thing. i promise.”
“okay… okay, yeah,” you smiled, closing your eyes when he leaned in to kiss your cheek this time.
and, true to his word, xavier visibly relaxed when the baby started to stay awake over the next few days, his big eyes staring at the ceiling with wonder.
his little hands would shake softly when he spotted the fluorescent ceiling stars, or when the moonlight cast shadows over his baby crib mobile made out of wooden planets.
he would also perk up when it became feeding time, his appetite resembling his father's. he was like a little bucket with no end, babbling for seconds, and even thirds if your body so allowed it.
when you came in to check on him, he'd stare at you, tracing your nose, your eyes, your lips, and cheeks with his gaze, holding your fingers if they got close to his face, pulling your face close with his tiny palms… all because he loved the scent and softness of his mama.
he'd stare at his father as well, tilting his tiny head, blinking oh so softly so as to not miss anything he did.
xavier would always stare back, fascinated by his baby's mere existence.
it was like looking in a mirror.
the sleeping habits, the endless hunger, even the way the little one would lean against your touch, it all resembled him.
they could both study each other for hours without getting bored or growing accustomed to it, and both their expressions would soften whenever you walked into the room.
two pairs of bright azure eyes always welcomed you with sheer happiness, and two mouths curled up faintly, happy to have you in their lives.
one of them because you're the center of his tiny little world.
the other because you gave him a world for his heart to orbit around.
after an entire day of looking everywhere and taking in the pretty colors, his father would manage to get him to sleep once again, making sure to create a routine so that the baby wouldn't sleep more than necessary or stay awake during the night.
it was easy to take care of his needs, despite the tiny star never crying or wailing about anything, not even when he was hungry.
you'd know he wanted to eat whenever his tummy rumbled, or that he needed a diaper change when xavier's delicate eyes started to water from the smell.
so, in the end, things just worked out, weirdly so, but effectively, almost like when it was just xavi and you.
your baby still had lots of things to do when he grew up, but when he slept and reacted to your touch with a happy little sigh, you knew he was creating a bond and feeling comfortable around you, asleep or not.
he was your baby; he would always be your baby, and neither xavier nor you would miss a single heartbeat of his.
if your little star ended up being a hundred percent like his amazing, loving, and caring father, then everything would be more than fine.~
You jerked your gaze away as soon as it connected with saccharine blue eyes.
It was the third time this week Xavier had caught you staring, and he was starting to get confused. The first time it happened, he had chalked it up to him having something on his face. But three times was too many for coincidence, and he was wracking his brain for answers.
The two of you weren't very close, truth be told. You'd been paired together on missions a few times, but you never offered much in the way of conversation. Not that he was much of a chatter box either, to be fair. But even when he'd see you in the hall at the Association and offer a small smile as greeting, you'd always glance away.
Xavier knew for a fact that Nero's graph of Wanderer sightings was not that interesting. So why were you avoiding him?
All your past interactions flashed through his mind, not too difficult to remember since they were few and far between. He couldn't think of a single instance where he might have offended you. He knew he wasn't a very expressive guy, but surely you didn't take it personally, right?
He brought his gaze up to where you were sat at your desk, head bowed as you diligently worked through your reports. He stood before he could think better of it, crossing the room to stand in front fo your desk.
You glanced up as a shadow overtook your papers, jolting when you realized who was in front of you. "Xavier?" you asked quietly.
He ignrored the satisfaction settling in his chest at hearing you call his name so sweetly. "Have I done something wrong?" His tone was low, eyes fixed on your fidgeting figure through his lashes.
"No…?" you said slowly, uncertainty tinging your voice.
Xavier leaned forward, hands gripping the edges of your desk. "Then why are you avoiding me?" Though he spoke soft and low, his gaze was hard and burning into you. Your eyes widened, mouth open and flailing for an excuse, but Xavier cut you off before you could start. "If you see me in the hallway, you turn the other way. If we get put on the same mission, you request a transfer. If I sit next to you at a meeting, you switch seats with someone." He leaned even closer now. You felt your breath catch. "You look at me everyday, but every time I try to look at you, you disappear. I don't understand what I've done wrong," he murmured
You took a deep breath, glancing uneasily at the other Hunters at the desks around you. "Could we go outside?" you finally asked.
Xavier blinked. "Sure."
You took him by the hand and led him out to the courtyard of the Hunters' Association. You shifted on your feet as the setting sun cast an orange glow over Xavier. He watched you expectantly. "You haven't done anything," you admitted. "It's me, I… I have a big crush on you!" you blurted out. You felt every bit the blushing schoolgirl as you waited for his response, embarrassment leaking in as you braced for what might as well be an attack.
A few beats of silence passed.
"A crush?" he repeated. You nod wordlessly. "On me?" Another nod. "I don't understand."
You groaned internally. Did he really have to drag this out? "Well, I have a crush on your because you're really handsome and smart and strong and—" You stopped yourself, shaking your head. "I just got so shy around you, I tried to avoid you so I wouldn't make a fool of myself," you sighed. "I'm sorry to make you think you did something wrong when I was just being stupid." You frowned.
Xavier looked at you, a small grin growing on his face, small and hidden and beautiful like a warning crescent moon. "You're shy because of me?" He chuckled. Your cheeks burned. "That's adorable."
You gaped at him. "Adorable?" you echoed. "How—"
"All this time I wanted to get close to you, and you were too shy to handle the proximity," he teased.
"Can you blame me for being shy?" you snapped. "You're practically perfect. I don't think there's one thing you're bad at."
He paused. "People tell me I'm a bad cook," he offered. "I'm banned from a few kitchens… I think they're exaggerating, though. I'm not that bad."
You laughed, the sound bubbling out before you should stop it.
Xavier's brows furrowed. "I don't think it's very funny," he muttered.
"I'm sorry!" you said in between laughs. "That was just so cute."
Xavier's ears flushed red, glancing away. You put your hand on his arm, bringing his gaze back to you. "Why don't we go for dinner?" you asked softly.
Xavier perked up. "How about hotpot? My treat." His eyes glinted with mischief. "We can talk about how I'm so handsome and smart and—"
"Stop!" you groaned. "Don't start."
Xavier chuckled, hand entwining with yours. "It's alright," he murmured. "I'd much rather talk about amazing you are, my star."
disso’s notes: hehe xavier teasing reader is cute <3 i feel like its kind of a weak fic though :( this is actually an anon request (LI with a lovesick but shy reader) and i decided to go the crush route. i think this is cute and im trying to get better at writing at xavier. i dont think this is great characterization for him (tbh i dont feel like i get great characterization in the purely fluffy pieces though) but practice makes perfect :)
High sex with Xavier, where you've never smoked a joint before. So, he'll roll one just for you while you're sitting on his lap. He'll bring the joint to your lip and teach you how to inhale. After a few puffs, you start to feel the effects of the weed, your head slumping onto his shoulder as you relax. His caresses your upper thigh, the sensation turning you on. A few mewls move past your lips, and soon, you're giving sloppy kisses to Xavier. He moves you to the bedroom, where he'll take it slow. Sensually massaging you, moving his way down to your pussy, giving it a nice squeeze. His index finger is rubbing and flicking your clit. Once you've gotten wet enough, he'll put his cock in, but his rhythm is slow. Pulling out almost completely, but going fully back in. The weed has heightened your senses, and with how Xavier is slowly rutting, you can feel every vein and bump across your gummy walls.
The weed makes you both extra sensitive, and you both cum quickly. The after-sex nap is amazing too.
