hi hi, I'm sorry for taking a long break, shit has been hard recently :t everything from relapsing to legal troubles.
HOWEVER! I am going to try and start writing again. I see y'all's asks and just know I'm trying my best 🪽 hopefully new fic drops very soon, tysm for y'all's kind words and support.
"Only put the tip in and she say she can't take it"
You squirmed beneath him, whimpering and whining. Fuck, this was too much. Months of flirting back and forth, friendship turning into something more passionate, he'd been crushing on you for two months now. And this was his chance, not only to show you he was worth all the hype, but to also show you the more than generous growth he kept hidden in his boxers.
But you couldn't take it. You'd huffed and puffed, nails digging into his forearm to hold him back. He slowly ground into you, trying his best to find some sense of friction without crossing your pain threshold.
"Come on, baby... You got it..." He grumbled in your ear, mumbling sweet words as he nearly trembled from holding back. His hot breath against your skin, kissing your neck up and down to ease you into it. He rocks a bit further into you, and you moan out, nails leaving marks all over his arms and shoulders.
"Fuck." He gritted his teeth, your walls clenching around him as if they were purposefully trying to test his patience. He nudges further inside of you, trying to get somewhere after feeling trapped for five minutes now. You wailed, eyebrows furrowing and head tossing back against the pillows under you.
"I- I can't take it! Xav, I'm serious!" You were panting, which honestly felt embarrassing. You couldn't even take the tip. How bad was that? He grunted, slightly frustrated, but he stopped himself from pushing any further.
"Jesus- fuck... mama, I gotta push."
"No, no- wait- give me a second!"
He thrusted into you with a loud guttural moan, and you felt every nerve awaken inside of you. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, your body in such shock you could only gasp, mouth agape, but no noise able to come out. After a second, tears streamed down your cheeks, and you felt it really sting now. You'd never felt this full in your life before. He shuddered, as if a wave of relief had just washed over him.
"Oh, baby... You almost killed me with that..." He said with a breathless chuckle, and you couldn't even chuckle with him; your chest heaved like crazy. You could practically feel every vein, you had to teach yourself how to breathe again, that's how big he was.
He took notice of your breathlessness and leaned down to kiss your lips gently. He might be inside of you right now, but five seconds ago he thought he'd faint before ever getting this far. He grinned; he couldn't help himself. He remembered lyrics he'd written years ago, which were still true and relevant.
"You can't even take the tip, huh?" He teases. You had just enough fight left inside of you to shove his face away, and he grins even wider.
With a final kiss to your lips, he thrusts further into you, and you squeal in a way you didn't even know you could.
𑣲┇⌗ rockstar!hollis + rockstar girlfriend!reader, 2000s rockstar! au, est. relationship, angst, mentions of insecurities + infidelity (cheater! hollis), manipulation + gaslighting, toxic!hollis, loosely based off of lestat from the film queen of the damned .
song recs ♱𝆬 𓈓 ataraxia by team sleep, risingson by massive attack.
I just found my old supernatural fan account from earlier this year 🥹 I'm gonna publish at least two fics today, but feel free to look through my old catalogue if you want lmfao.
Contains: Female! Reader, Xaviersobased bf headcannons, fluff, slight mentions of sexual activity, also I’m a yapper so uh yeah. Enjoy!!
Loves to cuddle more than you’d expect. He’s always warm and it’s never a problem to you, but on lazy days, he could literally spend hours clinging onto you, feeling your breath on his skin and relishing in the skin to skin contact. He’ll dap up his homies goodbye and then instantly cuddle up to you like a cat when you’re alone. Whenever you try to tease him about it, he just shuts you up with a kiss.
Likes to grow out his moustache and goatee, it fills him with a sense of confidence. It’s pretty stupid (you like to think), but it does stand true for Xavier. While he does look like a mess sometimes, especially when he doesn’t have time to take care of it, you do enjoy the feeling of his coarse hair against your skin and lips. Whenever you complain about the itch against your skin, he just rubs his face against you even harder, or just pleases you in a way that makes sure you stop complaining.
Secretly likes to see you tired. It’s something about your sleepy eyes, or that sleepy smile, or the way you seek his comfort and touch every time you feel too tired. Another part of him likes to see you tired because that usually means spending time together lazily, posted up on the couch or in bed, cuddled up as he watches you fight your sleep with all your might.
Gets super giddy all the time. He might act nonchalant most of the time and try to seem calm, but he smiles all of the time - basically unable to stop it. He always believes his life is a dream, especially with his career being as successful as it is now. He’s grateful, not only for life, his career, his friends, but also for you, definitely grateful for you. He’ll also just have moments where he’s overrun with excitement, which usually end up in him squirming against you, big smile across his face, arms wrapped around you. Whenever his friends are mentioned or given the chance to shine, you can spot him grinning ear to ear, feeling proud. It’s adorable really and you make sure he knows that with a kiss.
Isn’t afraid of PDA (Public Display of Affection). He’ll easily hold your hand in public, put his hand on your waist or lower back, kiss you in front of his friends and even let you sit on his lap when there isn’t enough space to sit (he’d let you sit on his lap regardless). He loves to show you off in front of his friends, although he doesn’t say that out loud. He doesn’t mind being that annoying couple in public because…
He loves love. As cringe as it sounds (to him), he’s a romantic. He likes lovey dovey texts, buying you your favourite snacks, having lipstick marks on his face, just sitting together and talking for hours, staring into your eyes, just admiring you in general and speaking to you lovingly. He would rather die than boast about being super romantic, and you definitely know that too, so you just accept the romantic gestures without making a big deal out of it - even if you think it’s the sweetest thing ever.
Shares clothes with you all the time. Between his huge closet and yours, there’s more than enough to share. He also admits it to whoever asks, just casually putting it out there that his cool hoodie is borrowed from his girlfriend. Having the same style does really pay off sometimes.
Hates arguing, but always manages to start one. It’s something about his quick attitude or his sharp tongue that seems to push your buttons when you’re in a disagreement. He means to say “I’m sorry”, but ends up saying “you’re being dramatic as fuck”, without knowing why and how that happens. Something about him can’t seem to admit defeat, even when winning doesn’t benefit him.
Does apologise first, although half assed. He can’t stand not speaking to you, let alone making you cry. When you ignore him, he has to take a deep breath, focus his anger on something else before coming back to you and apologising softly, still with a slight bite to his words. When he makes you cry, it’s a whole different story. As soon as those tears well up in your eyes, something clicks inside of him and he realises he’s gone too far. He’ll immediately apologise and put all his anger behind him. He might be hot headed, but he’s not a monster.
He’s stronger than you think! Never underestimate skinny guys, he’s definitely proven that by always being able to open stuff you can’t, break shit you wouldn’t expect him to break and sometimes even carry you when he’s garnered enough courage. He doesn’t admit it, but he likes it a lot when you’re shocked by his strength, it boosts his ego a little. Despite him thinking he plays it off nonchalantly, you definitely know he enjoys your compliments. Sometimes you ask him for help with stuff you’re completely capable of, just to give him a little mood booster.
He loves to teach you little skate tricks. For him, having you participate in such a loved hobby of his means more to him than you think. Whether it’s watching you fall on your ass fifteen times, or just cruising around with you on skateboards, everything feels much lighter on a board, especially when you’re around.
He hates when you’re feeling insecure. He doesn’t hate you for it, he just hates that you feel bad, especially since he thinks you’re gorgeous. When you stand in front of the mirror and turn to the side for a little too long, when you look disappointed when you’re trying on new clothes, when you say ‘ew’ to photos of you, it all makes his heart ache a little. Worst of all is when you’re venting to him, holding back tears, just the look of sadness in your eyes is enough to make him cry aswell. God, he could spend hours showering you with compliments, holding you, kissing every place that you’re insecure about, just fucking that insecurity out of you. He would do anything to make you see how amazing you are from his perspective. Each time you feel bad, he remembers he should compliment you more.
Goes crazy over the simple things you do. The way you smile when someone compliments you, when you hunch over tiredly, the way your eyebrows furrow when concentrated, the messy way you tie your hair up when you’re in a rush, all the way down to the smallest things; your lips wrapping around a straw, when you adjust your bra, the way your eyes dart down to his lips before you finally kiss him. It’s safe to say he also knows every beauty mark on your body and face.
He doesn’t care that people find out. He knows better than no other that his popularity is increasing by the day. It’s gotten him amazing opportunities in life, but it also means that the pressure from the media and fans is increasing. No matter what happens, he won’t hide you from the world. He’s proud and open to be your boyfriend, and he’ll tell anyone that. No mean comment section, Instagram baddie in his DM’s or disapproval from his friends will stop him from being with you. He’s very loyal.
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A/n: This is my first time really writing anything and publishing it, so if it’s shit let me know! I noticed the lack of Xaviersobased fics and head cannons and decided to take matters into my own hands. I always write these way too late at night so if my writings fucked up, just know I’m too tired to notice. Hopefully I’ll have more Xaviersobased content out, but that depends on the reaction to this post :)
𑣲┇⌗ hipster/scemo! kuru + party girl! indie sleaze! reader moodboard (WIP)
song recs ♱𝆬 𓈓 aching like it's by snow strippers, air on my g string by bassvictim, fuck the pain away by peaches, fer sure by the medic droid, groove, style, lights, euphoria by norbert thunder, tu tu neurotic by the hellp, air bnb sonnet by the hellp.
in which you and keegan spend your off day the best way you can think of — getting stoned and lazily fucking all day long.
┃kuru/afab!reader (terms like pussy, cunt, and general anatomical terms for the vagina are used, no explicit gender mentioned though) .
┃stoner!reader, sex while intoxicated (oral (both protected & unprotected) w/flavored lube and condoms + est. relationship. part one of three (second & third installments tba) .
song recs ♱𝆬 𓈓 let go by ark patrol, urban flora ep by alina baraz, hello? by clairo ft. rejji snow, kyoto by yung lean, drew barrymore by bryce vine (listen here).
semi-proofread, will be continue to be revised after publication.
please do not repost any of my works; translation for personal use is fine !
this is strictly fictional and is in no way an accurate representation of anyone depicted in this story.
𝟭𝟬:𝟯𝟴 𝗔𝗠 .
the scent of your vanilla and amber candle mingled with keegan's gourmand perfume and the heady musk of marijuana, enveloping your senses as you lounged across your unmade bed in nothing but a linen sleep shirt and soft cotton underwear. your room was hazy with smoke, a familiar mix of keegan's sweet-smelling nicotine and the earthy scent of your joints clouding your shared space. you felt light, high off of both cannabis and kee's warm body draped across your back.
somehow, kee's schedule aligned with yours to share a lazy day in.
the day had already started off perfect, the soft lavender light of the rising sun filtering through your blinds and painting your room pastel. your body was warm under your duvet, slotted perfectly against your boyfriend's bare chest. he slept peacefully, nose still buried in your hair from when he dozed off to the scent of your shampoo. for once, you didn't have to pull away to start getting ready for work or to head off for your early morning classes.
a smile tugged at your dry lips, the faint buzz of content humming low against the groggy haze of your senses. the warmth of knowing you were going to have a good day only grew when you felt keegan stir behind you, his grip around you tightening.
the first thing he had done that morning was press soft kisses to your scalp. his eyes hadn't even opened yet when he buried his face in the bend of your neck, the metal of his septum cool against your warm skin.
"morning," he had mumbled into your neck, breath soft against your collarbone as his fingertips brushed gently over your sides. he nuzzled deeper into you, arms tugging you higher up the bed to make it easier on his back. he settled against you, continuing to graze his lips over every inch of skin they could find.
you tilted your head back and pressed a kiss to his puffed cheeks. his face was always rounder in the morning, swollen with sleep and surrounded by chestnut colored waves mussed around his apple-colored cheeks. his eyelids stayed at half-mast, clouded with sleep and adjusting to the light.
"morning, baby." your voice had still been hoarse with sleep, the scratchiness of it pulling at the corners of kee's lips. he loved hearing your voice first thing in the morning, the sound being the equivalent to raking his nails against crushed velvet; soothing in a way unlike any other.
he pulled his hand from under your waist and took your chin between his fingertips, pulling you closer to ghost kisses along your jaw. you smiled at the sensation of his lips — still pulled back into that boyish smile — trailing over you first thing that day. it didn't help that he had started to lean into you, sinking you deeper into the mattress as his six foot stature decided to bore its weight onto you.
"you're crushing me," you huffed out a laugh, already breathless. he hummed lowly against your ear, a scratchy dismissive sound and a sarcastic "hm, sorry". he pulled your body to lay flat beside his, his left hand cradling your cheek as his right found purchase under your shoulder.
the palor of his thin frame was painted the same lilac hue as your room, illuminating his dark brown hair a lustrous shade of mauve. his pale skin somhow looked even softer in the cool-toned light. he was handsome, impossibly so when his cherub features were obscured by the mess of his natural curls. he had decided to let his hair grow out longer than usual, his bangs now brushing over his long dark lashes and framing his jawline in a way that made your head spin. a part of you wanted to reach over to your nightstand and capture the moment forever with your polaroid camera, but you had decided against it, choosing to savour the moment and commit it to memory.
the soft pressure of his lips finding yours pulled you from the thick haze of your thoughts, his arms pulling you closer and anchoring your body to his. the chill of the morning wind filtered through your curtains, awakening awareness in your body as your duvet slipped from your shoulders, bunching around your waist. the warmth of keegan's embrace softened the sudden drop in temperature, his lips still enveloping yours as his calloused fingertips caressed your cheek. his thumb traced the skin beneath your eyes when he murmured softly against your lips.
"you're so pretty in the morning," his voice had also been rough with sleep; a whole octave deeper yet still soft in a way that made your chest ache. the timbre vibrated through his chest, rumbling against your own as you smiled, slow and genuine as you returned his slow kisses.
"says you," you took his bottom lip between your teeth, nails raking soft pink lines over his back and earning a delectable shiver of keegan's body. he huffed a small bout of laughter through his nose, his lips mirroring the grin across your own as he rolled you underneath him, his knees straddling your hips to hovers over you in nothing but his boxers. his hands run over the silky span on your sides, the cool skin of his cheek pressed against your own as he nuzzled into you.
a faint hitch of his breath slipped his parted lips as your fingers danced along the wide span of his back. his kisses found their way back to your jaw, venturing down the valley of your neck with soft nips and traces of his tongue. he was all over you, fingertips digging into your sides and lips painting your skin with soft marks — yet it wasn't rushed, not being fueled by the usual lust between you two.
in fact, you felt yourself being lulled halfway back to sleep with each brush of his long lashes against the valley of your breasts, with the slow tickle of his hair dragging across your breasts as he lost himself in sloppy kisses down your sternum nearing your navel.
the moment stretched on for enternity, the both of you lost in the foggy haze of the AM cold and the languid warmth of each other's bodies. you had long since grown wet between your legs, but you felt no need to rush his lips to where you wanted him most. you had simply let him continue covering your skin with his lips, let his big hands roam over your thighs as he worshipped the inner skin of them with his mouth.
clearly, he wasn't preoccupied with time, either. keegan's eyelids had screwed themselves shut, his mind clouded with nothing but his need to feel you. the gutwrenching urge seeped into his bones, deep enough to make him ache at his very core. his heart swam the a rose-tinted miasma of amourine, lucid in his love for you. he found himself groaning unabashedly into your thighs when your fingers carded through his hair; not tugging, but running your nails across his scalp, borderline massaging it as he surrounded himself in you. his eyebrows furrowed as he pressed your thighs tighter around his head, tossing your calf over his shoulder to hook your ankles behind his shoulder blades. kee trailed sloppy kisses over your mound, his ardor tapering off to barely-there pecks over your panty-covered vulva.
"missed this," he mumbled against you, voice muffled by your underwear and your thighs as he rested his nose against your clit. you laughed, caressing his hair and opening your legs to see his pretty brown eyes peering back up at you through his messy fringe.
"missed what, exactly?" you asked as you propped yourself onto your elbow, smile evident in your tone. your fingers that were still half-buried in his hair wrapped around his waves, thumb threading through the individual strands as you admired him in his state — leaning into your touch, slowly blinking to keep himself awake, and half-hidden by your thighs.
"this," he croaked out, too lost in the feeling of you to understand how vague he was being. "waking up to this," he explained as he rubbed his cheek deeper into your palm. "waking up to you."
"yeah?" you hummed, earning a slow nod from him, now leaned against your thighs with his eyes closed. "well, you have me all day today," you allowed your elbow to slip, laying back to place both your hands in his bed head.
"thank god," he exasperated, voice filling the room despite him speaking into the plush of your cunt. you laugh again, full and unfiltered as he unwraps your legs from his shoulders to lay against your stomach, thumbs tracing slow circles on your hips.
"we need to do this more often."
"what, take off work to laze out?"
"mhm," he nods into your skin.
"hmm," you simply hummed, contemplating it for a moment before letting it become an issue for future you. you remove a hand from keegan's hair, a small noise of disapproval leaving him as you fish for your phone through your crumpled sheets. disconnecting it from your charger, you lift it halfway to your face, quickly thumbing in your passcode and turning on Bluetooth. you connect it to the speaker plugged up on your cluttered dresser, the small chime of the device affirming the connection filling the comfortable silence that fell between you two. you open up your playlist for lazy days just like these and let the first few notes fill the room before adjusting the volume and turning off your phone, tossing it back to where it was before.
keegan was still stationed between your legs, head resting over your navel where he had drifted halfway back to sleep, the music blending with the comforting thrum of your heartbeat pulsing in his ear.
for a long moment, it's just the two of you drifting in and out of consciousness while intertwined together.
you had almost slipped back into sleep when you were drawn back into consciousness by movement between your legs; slender fingers hooking under the soft cotton of your panties and pulling the fabric from under the curve of your ass. you grinned as you felt the bed dip with movement, mattress groaning with each shift of your boyfriend's body as he slid your underwear over your knees and finally off your feet. you peered down to see keegan sitting back on his heels, hair falling into his face as his half-lidded eyes soaked in the sight of your bare pussy.
"what happened to us having all day?" you smiled as he situated himself back between your legs, not looking up once.
"we do have all day," he spoke against your labia, breath soft against your clit as your lower back tingled at the sensation of his lips brushing against you.
"doesn't mean I have to wait all day, either," he finished before softly suckling your clit between his lips, tongue gently caressing the underside of your bundle of nerves. you clenched around nothing, back arching off the bed as you giggled. your hands returned to his soft chestnut curls as he pressed his tongue flat against you, covering the entirety of you with his saliva. your eyes flutter close as you relax into the sensation of your boyfriend's tongue working you towards a long, drawn-out journey of pleasure.
since that morning, you and keegan have been busy doing absolutely nothing.
he had hit up his plug shortly after showering and brushing his teeth, the taste of you long since faded and replaced with the herbal sweetness of the green tea he had picked up on his way over to his dealer's. he had come back with enough bud for a party of four, the iridescent packs mixed in bags filled to the brim with junk food and your favorite snacks he'd bought while out. he hadn't bothered to get dressed, throwing on a decently clean pair of black sweats, a black fitted sweat jacket, and house slides over black socks before heading out the door with a quick, firm kiss goodbye. his hair was still a mess, fluffed out and slightly frizzy like a brown halo around his cheekbones.
he offered a small smile, lips pressing together into a thin line as he nudged your bedroom door close behind him.
"ooh, mini haul," you sing-songed out as he toed his slides off, kicking them out of the way and plopping on the bed next to you.
"mini-haul, mhm" he repeats with approval as he opened one of the plastic bags, pulling out a large iridescent package of weed. he held the reflective package to the side of his face, jaw dropping in mock surprise as your face lit up with surprise. you make a genuine noise of excitement, earning a gummy smile and a huff of laughter from kee.
he tossed the pack into your lap, setting the bags on the carpet next to your bed before getting up to retrieve your glittery epoxy rolling tray (a gift he had gotten you alongside a bouquet of lilacs and lilies and your favorite snacks for your past anniversary). the bed dipped under his weight as his hand dug into the contents of his pocket. his peach-flavored nic clattered gently against the glossy tray.
he extended his hand and made a grabbing motion, pressing the nicotine to his lips and taking a deep pull. the room filled with the distinct scent of fresh bud the second you ripped the bag open. you tilted it towards him, letting his hand dig in to fish out a nug. He thumbed it down into the grinder balanced on the tray before grinding the weed with a lazy twist of hus wrists. your fingers burrowed under the silk satin of your pillow case to retrieve your pen as you mentally prepared yourself from keegan's inevitable teasing — pre-gaming, you thought with a nod.
sure enough, he paused his movements to look at you, eyebrows raising to his hairline as his chin cocks back, an incredulous expression warping his features. he opens his mouth to speak, only to be met by a mild "aht" and your hand raising in interruption as the other pressed the pen to his lips. his lids lower to give you a major case of side eye, a beat of mild judgement passing before he scoffed and accepted the hit regardless.
"you have a problem," he said flatly as he exhaled a mix of sweet-smelling smoke.
"says the guy who just bought a month's worth of weed on a thursday morning," you quipped back, eyes trained on his lips as you encourage another hit.
he stiffened at you suddenly calling him out.
"touché," he mumbled, taking another hit as he continues with the grinder. you chuckled in response, leaning back to take a pull of your own as you rolled over to settle against your pillows.
the music from the playlist you had thrown on earlier filled the room alongside the soft crackle of the wicks to your favorite scented candle, creating a warm ambience to the comfortable silence that fell between you as he focused on rolling your blunts.
you admired his side profile as he works; how his soft pink lip caught between his teeth as he carefully twists the end of the first one, how the steep slope of his jawline flexed when he reached a flow state of focus, how the light caught the curve of his nose and passed through his mahogany waves that obscured the rest of his features. the familiar buzz of thc warmed your senses as you watched kee roll up five more blunts.
he exhaled through his nose, lips pressing back into that awkward thin-lipped smile as he dusted his fingers off and set the rolling tray onto your nightstand. he retrieved a lighter from the pocket to his sweatpants before taking a neatly pearled rollie and pressing it to your parted lips. he leaned over and flicked the engraved metal cap open with his thumb, igniting a flame under the cannabis and letting you take a few quick puffs before flicking the silver zippo close. you took the first hit as he tossed the lighter onto your dresser, the metal hitting the wood with a heavy thud. you exhaled as you admired the chipped silver of his polished nails as he unzipped his sweat jacket, tossing it over one of your bedposys before settling across your bed in his ribbed white tank top.
you lay on your stomach, head nodding to the bass-heavy rhythm of your favorite song vibrating across the acoustics of your room and encasing you in sound. you mouthed along to the lyrics, offering the blunt to kee. he scoots in closer, his leg pressing against yours as he leaned down against his elbow to take a hit as it burned between your lithe fingertips.
his hand found purchase on your lower back, gently tapping out the rhythm over the plush of your ass as his eyes close to join you in feeling the music. his head bobbed lazily, in switch with the beat as he exhales away from your face. the smoke blurred everything between you two as time stretched on, both of you lost in the calm ambience of your room and the familiar burn in your lungs.
somehow, keegan had draped himself across your back, his leg thrown over yours as his arms wrapped around your shoulders. his hands rested on his biceps, cheek pressed to your shoulder blades as he held you in a back hug. he was far bigger than you, his body pressing you into your sheets. you couldn't bring yourself to care when he felt so warm against you, when his weight felt more like him choosing to stay here with you rather than him crushing you.
you rested your chin on his folded arms, the blunt now stationed between his index and middle fingers as he puffed on it lazily behind your head. you felt your lips pull into a grin, smitten at the soft pressure of his forearm against your neck. the unintentional headlock he had you in made your head spin with far more than just thc. you pressed your cheek into his wrist, a low, content sigh leaving you as he offered the very last hit. you accepted it with a small nod, your lips brushing against his fingertips as you finish the last of it.
he unwinds from your body, the sudden absence of his warmth sending a chill up your spine. you made a dejected sound of protest as he stubbed out the smoking filter, placing it in an ashtray before retrieving a second. he hadn't offered this time, placing it between his teeth and he lighting it himself. you craned your neck to watch him, body heavy and buzzing as the full effect of the weed ebbed through your system.
"come back," you pouted, earning a huff of laughter and a shake of keegan's head. he took one last drag before ashing the setting the joint in the ashtray. he appeared behind you in a moment's notice, knees straddling your hips as he bent down to hold your jaw, shotgunning the smoke into your mouth. you purr against his lips, accepting the smoke gratefully before blowing it out with a hazy chuckle. he mirrored your grin, his own silvery laughter warm against the skin of your back as he spoke.
he lowered to his elbows, mouth warm against the shellbof your ear. "somebody's already gone," the serene rasp of his voice was just above a whisper, the saccharine sweet of his breath surrounding your senses in nothing but him.
"mhm," you nodded, not bothering to pull away and letting the crown of your head kock gently against his jaw. he moved his head to block yours, a huff of laughter leaving his pierced nose before he tightened his grip on your chin to hold you still. he captured your lips in yet another sloppy kiss. he lifted himself off of you, firm hands wrapped around your biceps as he flipped your body to face him. he sat back, fingers intertwining with yours as his large frame towered over you.
"yeah? already?" he purred with smirk as he watched you squirm underneath him as he sat in your lap. you nodded again, eyes tracing over the sharp features of his shadow-covered face.
"very," the word came out weak, whinier than you intended, but it got the point across nonetheless. he lowered himself down to trace his tongue over the curve of your bottom lip, smiling at the way you mewled against him. he trailed his mouth over your neck, rejuvenating the fully-bloomed hickeys from that morning.
by the time he got to your navel, you wrapped your hands under his biceps and nudged him towards the headboard, signaling you wanted his attention. he glanced up, eyes widening at the sight of your eyes glazed over, tinted a soft shade of pink and clouded with lust.
you really were gone.
"wanna do you first," you sat up and pushed him back with you, your hands settling at his ribs as your lips latched onto one of his nipples.
kee sucked a sharp intake of breath past gritted teeth, his clammy hands trembling over the landscape of your shoulders, your waist — any and every inch he could feel you.
"been wanting to try something for a while," your voice lowered an octave, soft and sultry as you softly mouthed at the apricot-colored bud.
"y-yeah?" he panted, breathless as he studied your features. your eyes were still trained on his pretty face as you traced the pebbled skin of his areola with the tip of your tongue.
"mhm," you nodded, pulling away with a soft pop. your hands pressed against his chest to nudge him to to lay back flat. he followed your instuctions, cheeks tinged a pastel shade of pink as his thumb hooked under his sweatpants to tug them down. you helped slip them the rest of the way off, leaving him in his white wifebeater and black boxer briefs. he swallowed thickly, fingernails digging into the plush of your crumoled sheets as his heart hammered against his ribcage. his eyes went wide when you bent over the edge of tour bed to retrieve your day bag, the curve of your ass in your tiny pair of boyshorts the only thing keegan could focus on as you fished for whatever it is you had lost in your bag.
you pulled back up with a small "here it is", a folded assortment of bright jelly-colored condoms in one hand and a collection of sample-sized bottles of flavored lube in the other. for a moment, kee sat frozen at the head of your bed, eyes darting between the items as he seemed to exoerience all five stages of grief at once. his eyebrows raised to his hairline before furrowing in ewilderment, his expression reflecting every racing thought in his head before inevitably settling in an ill-diguised grin.
"you want to try flavored condoms," he spoke slowly, lips twitching as he sat losing his fight against his urge to giggle.
"and lube," you tossed the bottles onto your bedsheets.
"saw them online, thought i'd swing by a place on my way home from work," you trailed off, smile tugging at your lips at his bottom lip being pulled behind his teeth with his effort to keep a straight face. "kee..." the lukewarm warning landing the exact opposite of what you wanted as you watched his cheeks, neck, and ears flush pink.
kee snorts, hands flying to his mouth to stifle his snickering.
"what?"
the contagious spread of your boyfriend's sudden unabashed laughter had you grinning as you swat his thigh.
"c'mon, kee, have an open mind!"
"i am, i swear i am," he exclaimed as he peeked through his fingers, still giggling at your bemusemnt as he brought his hands down to rest at his sides.
"... just was unprepared, that's all," he sniffs, clearing his throat to hide the quiver in his lips (a failed attempt, but an attempt nonetheless).
you quirked an eyebrow.
"so you're game?"
he nods enthusiastically, his stoic expression joined with a mock-serious "mhm".
"yeah, i'm game. totally game."
"... only if I can try it on you after, of course."
"you already ate me out once today."
"okay?" his noise scrunched together as his top lip pulled back in mild distaste. "what are you, the pussy-eating police? I'll do it again. the fuck?"
you raise your hand in surrender, digressing with a laughed "damn, nevermind" as you tugged onthe elastic waistband of his briefs. he lifted his hips to make it easier for you, his half-stiff dick gently slapping across his stomach as you tossed his underwear across the room.
his skin still smelled like the softly scented peppermint soap in your bathroom, warm and clean against your sheets. a content hum buzzed against tour lips as you trailed kisses up the defined valley of his chiseled torso back to his face, fingers wrapping around the base of his cock and squeezing gently as you taste his lips again.
Sweet hints of honey and ginseng mingled with the artificial sweetness of his peach-flavored vape, pleasantly mixing on your tongue as you felt him twitch between your fingers. you pull away to spit into your hand, palm returning to pump his length slowly with lazy winding twists of your wrist.
"fuck," he breathed out, head tipping back to display the bob of his adam's apple as he swallowed thickly. the sight sends excitement down to your core. his eyelids were stationed half-mast, a sharp hiss of breath sucked past the heart-shaped keyhole of his parted lips as his hips bucked into your thumb caressing his pretty pink tip.
"faster," he panted, throat still exposed as he shut his eyes, eyebrows knitting together in pleasure.
you huffed a soft "hah!, smirking at how quickly he became into a panting mess of limbs bucking into enclosed fingers.
"don't laugh," he complained, his laments strained and breaking off pathetically like the whines of a petulant child. he was strung tight like a bow, muscles tense as he exhaled shakily through his nose. he sniveled softly, his peony-colored lip caught behind his central incisors.
he sighed shakily through his teeth, the florid shade of his cheeks warm against the dewy ivory of his skin. he was a vision of plush pink lips, opaline skin, and tussled tawny waves as you lowered your head to press soft kisses to his flushed tip. you were instantly rewarded with an angelic whine filling your room.
"I'm not laughing at you, baby," you cooed between kitten-licks, the tip of your tongue lapping the pre blooming across his slit. "it's just you were so timid earlier. now look at you. haven't even started yet and you're so sensitive."
"I noticed," he deadpanned, mahogany irises glaring half-assed daggers at your position between his legs. you chuckled, softening your teasing into gentle affection as your thumbs ran along the milky skin of his inner thighs.
"i know, i know. i'm getting there." you reached under the bend of his knee to grab the array of brightly colored condoms. you skim the labels for the flavors.
"hm. what're we thinking? i'm thinkin' of going for the cherry one," you pulled at the glossy packaging of the fuschia-colored rubber.
the marijuana had finally reached its peak for keegan, his body laxing into the softness of your bed as he rested against your headboard, fingertips grazing over the shell of your ears as he watched from above.
"yeah?" his fingers grazed over the back of your neck, nails softly raking across the back of your scalp.
"what lube goes well with that one?"
"I dunno," your gaze languidly runs over the assortment of flavors.
"... tahitian vanilla, maybe? sound promising," you raised an eyebrow, shrugging as you caught his gaze. the corner of his lips lift as he nods lazily, lids half-hast as the sun hits his half-naked body.
"sounds good."
you nodded once before discarding the condom wrapper and rolling the glossy latex over his length.
"not too tight?"
"mm-mmn," he hummed faintly as he shook his head no, eyelids fluttering close at the sensation of your hand back on his gender. he groaned when you wrapped your lips around him, the sound resonating deep within his chest. the soft suction of your mouth and the vibrations from your beingbsastisifed with the flavor had his eyes rolling to the back of his head, a mix of a laugh and a moan gracing your ears as his hands found their place on top of your head.
the room fills with the slick sound of you slurping around his fruit-flavored length and the waning keen of your name, soft curses littering the space between his gasps and gentle mewls of praise.
"tastes good?" he panted, tongue darting out to run over along the corners of his mouth as you pulled away, a thin tendril of saliva connecting your spit-glossed lips and his twitching pink tip.
a soft smile graced your features, contrasting from the raw carnality of your fist pumping away at his cock. nothing but glassy amour gleamed against your dilated pupils.
"so good," you grinned.
the heavy lust lacing your tone had keegan's head swimming in complete and utter bliss. the heat blossoming at his core had spread to the taut muscles of his stomach as beads of sweat trailed down the divots of his abs. he quivered—actually quivered— under your gaze, hands trembling as he reached out to caress your face.
"yeah? 'cause it feels good. so fucking good," he crooned softly.
you moaned at his words, your thighs pressing deeper into your mattress to roll your hips against your sheets, seeking any kind of friction against the tingling arousal flooding your panties. you sink back down onto his cock, taking him until he presses against the back of your throat.
"fuckkk," the word came out strained, vowels stretched out as his mouth gaped into an 'o' shape.
"shit, baby," he pants, hips jerking as you swallow around him. you lifted to suckle on just the tip, chest heaving as you caught your breath.
"that feel good for you?" you bat your eyelashes, already knowing the answer but yearning to hear it from him.
"too fuckin' good, baby. swear to god," his words died in his chest as you started to fondle with his balls, palming them gently as his thighs twitched with need. you turned your head to ghost your lips over the thick vein on the underside of his dick, tongue flicking against the sensitive glands of his frenulum.
for a long moment he was silent, only sharp exhales and high-pitched whines cutting through the absence of his dirty talk. his hands pressed deeper in the tangled mess at the crown of your head, hips lifting off the bed to softly thrust his cock deeper down your throat. tears beaded at the corner of your eyes as you took what he have you, breathing through your nose as his mushroom tip grinded against your uvula with each roll of his hips.
just when you had found comfort in your breathlessness, he pulled you off of him, pre coating the inside of the sanguine-colored latex encasing his coral-hued member.
"fuck, you're gonna make me come," the words tumbled out in one big heave as air rushed back into his lungs, his senses finally not overwhelmed with the all-encompassing ectasy of your mouth. the newfound oxgyen cut through the murky haze of his mind just enough to allow him to focus on quelling the banging of his heart against his ribcage.
his breath immediately hitched when you squeezed the tip, thumb massaging firm circles against the sensitive underside of his dick.
"would that be such a bad thing?"
you pouted when he swatted your hand away from his erection.
"uh, yeah? i'm still trying to fuck you later on?" the end of his sentences curled with panting exasperation as if you were asking the most obvious question known to man.
his hands, still trembling, found purchase under your arms as he sat up, pulling you into a sloppy yet gentle clash of teeth and tongue.
he hummed a low sound of pleasure, the remnants of warm cherry and vanilla sweet on his taste buds as he suckled your into his mouth.
"that does taste really good," he pulled away with a smile, skin flushed the same shade of pink as his kiss-wollen lips as he chuckled breathlessly against your mouth.
you clicked your tongue, the amusement of your 'i told you so' gleaming in your irises him before he pulled you back into your oral landscape of honeyed ginseng and cherry-vanilla. his grip tightened around you before he flipped you to lay in his spot against your headboard, the sheets were still warm and damp from the sweat cooling against his skin.
he sat back on his heels, rolling the condom off his length and ignoring the tendril of pre connecting his tip to the latex after it's off of him. leaning over the edge of your bed to toss it into your trash, his fingers dug into the plush of your thighs for balance as you picked up the bottles of lube.
"which one're you feeling? I've got that vanilla one, green apple, cherry, birthday cake," your voice trailed off when he lifted your hips off of the mattress and tugged off your underwear.
"birthday cake sounds fun," he smirked as his hands wrapped behind your knees, yankng you to press the curve of your ass flat against his chest. you gasped at your shoulders suddenly being the only thing on your bed as he crawled forward, your body rolling up as your back joined the chiseled marblebof his torso. your legs were tossed behind his head as his hands moved to anchor themselves of your hips, locking you in place against his lips as his forearms bracketed your waist.
your panties were still stationed at the bend of your knee, kee simply ducking his head under the damp fabric to suck your labia into mouth. the humidity of his breath against your slick vulva had you fluttering around nothing as he circled his head, flat tongue dragging mind-numbingly slow against your clit. you ground yourself harder against him, electricity tingling up your spine at kee's soft suckling and flicking at your bundle of nerves. his jaw was tense with movement as he lapped against you with each downstroke of your hips. he moaned against you, vibrations strong enough to wrench a cry of pleasure from your dry lips. he buried himself into your cunt, hands leaving your hips to press your thighs tighter around his head.
"you don't even have any- ah! on me yet," you panted, cut off by the rush of arousal drenching your slit after a harsh pull of his lips around your clit. keegan only hummed against you, a dismissive sound before he licked a final stripe up your folds.
he tossed his hair back, bangs no longer covering his eyes as his hold tightened on you. his hand extended to pluck the confetti-dotted bottle of artifical flavor from your grasp, thumb popping open the cap as he kept you against him with one hand. he squeezes a stream of the cream-colored gel directly on your clit, the sudden chill of it making you jump. tossing the bottle somewhere on your sheets, he spreads the cool liquid over your folds, fingers swirling over your bud.
your lip caught between your teeth as you writhed against his fingers, blown-out pupils trained on how his index, middle, and ring fingers covered you entirely. he smiled at the sound before pressing your folds together to press a pretty kiss to your clit, the lube glossing his lips.
"such a pretty pussy," he purred, lips languidly trailing down to mix the sweetness of the lube with the distinct flavor of your arousal.
"all wet f'me from suckling me off," the tip of his tongue prods at your opening, teasing your entrance with butterfly-soft pressure.
"you usually get this wet giving me head, baby?"
you whined at this teasing, struggling to find words when he was so close to giving you what you needed.
"mhm," you finally squeeze out. your mouth had fallen agape and your vision grew hazy through your dark lashes, wading deep in the heavy waves of satisfaction as you watched keegan murmur praise into your cunt with his glasses askew over his slick nose.
"always."
kee moaned against you, dick twitching at your words as he finally buried his tongue inside you. the wet muscle pistoned into your gummy walls as his nose bumped against your clit with each wild buck of your hips against his face. the sound of him devouring your sopping cunt and his muffled groans filled the room, a filthy continuation of what you had just done to him.
the minutes seemed to stretch on like hours in your altered state of mind, the weed and your primal urge to ride his face until you came warping your sense of time. you couldn't tell if it had been five minutes or fifty; you hadn't cared since you were rapidly approaching what you anticipated to be the best orgasm of your life.
"fuck, keep going," you sighed out, a familiar warmth spreading throughout your tingling lower half. "don't stop. don't fucking stop."
kee whimpered, still face-deep in your groin as he talked you through it. "yeah? you getting close? i want you close," he rambled.
"wanna feel you come all over my tongue, cover my mouth in you. you gonna give me what I need, baby?"
you nod, chest heaving as you approached your climax.
"c'mon, pretty. give it to me. give me what i need an' come all over my face."
you had never heard kee speak like that to you a day in your life.
the sheer shock of it hurdled you impossibly quick over the edge, a yelp leaving you as pleasure flooded every inch of your sweaty body. your hands buried in his hair, pushing him deeper into your spasming cunt as he licked you clean with a fervor, eyebrows still knitted prettily in the middle of his forehead as he worked you though the aftershocks. he pulled away only when your grip had turned evasive, tugging his curls hard enough to sting at the scalp. he panted, the slick skin of his nose, chin, and mouth cooling from the wind of your ceiling fan.
he held you there long after you came, his hands caressing your sides as he kissed your inner thighs. "god, that was so hot," you giggled, hands covering your face as it burned with the realization of what just happened. kee simply nodded, gently setting you down and wiping his face with the inside of his shirt as he caught hus breath. the hum of the long-forgotten music pulsed you back into awareness, the tingling bliss of your orgasm still buzzing under your skin as you grounded yourself in reality. kee got up to tug back on his boxers, still-stiff cock pressing against the cotton as his slipped behind you, resting your head in his lap over a pillow.
"what about you?" you asked softly, already drifting back to sleep.
"don't worry about it," his hair tickled your cheeks as he bent down to press a kiss to your forehead. the click of his zippo's flint and steel welcomed the scent of marijuana back into your senses.
"we got all day."
author's note: I was going to write way more but I realized I but off more than I could chew, lmfao. i got a little lazy at the end. the actual sex will happen in the next two parts, I promise. for now, take this.
| 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : when it became obvious xavier was putting his music before you, you two got into a heated argument and spent some time apart. but he comes crawling back to your doorstep when he realizes it's impossible for him to live without his girl.
| 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : i lowkey don’t know how i feel about this but i’m still gonnna post since u guys seemed to like part 1!! 😣
| 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1,820
“I need you so badly..” He whined against your lips. You didn’t expect to reunite with xavier in a steamy makeout session on your bed, but you certainly weren’t complaining
His large hands came up to grip your hips, rocking you back and forth on his lap. Soft moans escape you both from the heated friction, your panties progressively getting soaked by the second.
Xavier’s breathing starts to quicken, the way you rock your hips aggressively against his bulge was driving him insane.
You pulled away from the kiss in attempt to get his attention, but he desperately followed your lips without a second thought.
While you leaned back, he leaned in, unwilling to part from your addictive taste—the man was starving.
“Xavier.” You said sternly, finally snapping him out of his trance. He darted up at you, his cute eyes going all big from your tone while looking completely clueless.
“I’m still mad at you.”
You mumbled, and his face relaxed. The lovely pout across your lips made him grin. It was in that moment he realized he knew exactly what he needed to do.
“M’yeah? How can I make it up to you angel?” You blushed, the way he spoke to you making you feel all flustered now—the tough demeanor quickly fading.
“You wan’ me to fuck you real good? Would that make you feel better sweetheart?”
He said in a lower tone—squeezing your ass with his big hands, that hung smile that always made your knees weak appearing on his face.
A soft whine escaped through your lips from his rough hands squeezing your delicate skin. You hesitantly nodded, hating how quick he was to know your desires. He nodded his head mockingly with you.
“Mhm? F’course you do…” he whispered. His fingers tug your shorts down slowly and teasingly.
“Just pull it off, Xav…” You whimpered out, your patience starting to wear thin.
“You’re so impatient baby.” He laughs, practically ripping your shorts off, letting them fall to the floor without a care in the world.
Xavier wrapped an arm around you and slides his hand to the small of your lower back. He then effortlessly flips your body and presses you down to the bed.
Your eyes widened at his unexpected action, making him smile before his head fell perfectly into your neck.
He started placing kisses to your throat as his hands eagerly wandered your body.
“I missed you pretty…” He groaned with his lips still pressed against your soft skin, he couldn’t help himself, a month away from you was more than long enough.
His fingers slid down your stomach and trailed to your panties, playing with the delicate white lace that decorated them. His hand then sneakily slid down further, palming your throbbing pussy.
The feeling itself made your breath hitch, your lips forming in the shape of a small “O”. He massaged your core softly, slow agonizing circles that almost sent you off the edge.
“Y’feel that…?” He whispered, admiring your face as it softly contorts, your cute eyebrows furrowing from the pleasure.
Your breath hitched again at the question, your mouth was open, but you could barley form a sentence. It felt like forever since you’ve been touched like this.
While Xavier was away, you tried to handle doing it yourself. You were confident you could make your body react the same way, but it was nowhere near close to how he makes you feel.
“Y-Yeah…” You finally breathed out, struggling to keep your eyes on him.
He sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, beginning to pick up the pace while applying more pressure at the same time.
His pants began to feel like they were suffocating him by watching how you reacted from just his fingers, you were amazing.
“You’ve gotten so sensitive...” He muttered to himself.
You could feel his large fingers move up to your clit, making your body jolt faster than you could process.
“Xav—!” You yelped out to him, you were almost there until he abruptly stopped. The sudden loss of his rapid fingers moving against you left you in disappointed, enough to make you shed tears.
Xavier just flashed you a sly smile, he was so mean to his baby.
“Xav please… i wanna cum.” Your teary eyes desperately pleading for him now.
“I know…but not yet.” He whispered as he leaned in, kissing your forehead and trailing down to your cheek while unzipping his jeans with ease.
“I wan’ you to feel me first… M’kay?”
You couldn’t disagree, that’s what you wanted more than anything. You missed the sensation of him inside of you, that familiar feeling when your bodies press against each other and naturally merge into one.
The warmth that spread throughout your body when he held you close to his chest while thrusting in and out of you, hitting all your spots that begged for his attention.
You watched his jeans fall to the floor, his boxers offering no coverage as the outline of his dick makes direct eye contact with you. You closed your legs and clenched your thighs, trying to calm the unbearable heat growing between them.
His fingertips curl under your panties, tickling your skin.
“Can i…?”
He asked, knowing full well he already knew the answer. You nodded, his eyes grazed over your perfect body before finally pulling the piece of clothing down your legs.
He aligned himself with your entrance and slowly eased himself halfway inside, letting out a broken sigh.
“Mmmh…” he groaned.
You looked up at him, admiring his concentration. The way his eyebrows pinched together with his gaze focused on your pussy, it was doing something to you.
He pushes in a bit more, “You're so tight… s-shit.”
He stammered as he hovered just above you, his body began to weaken. He maintains his balance by positioning his arms on either side of your head, trapping you within them.
You tremble as he thrusts himself completely inside you, causing you to release a loud moan—his chest rising and falling from the intensity.
You could hear a faint whimper escape his lips, he immediately let out a nervous laugh in attempt to cover it up.
“You ain’t been wit’ nobody else?”
He hesitated, hoping his question wouldn't come back to bite him.
You shook your head no, “Mm-mm…” You hummed out brokenly—your voice reacting to your body tightening around him.
He chuckled in surprise, not because he expected you to just leave him in the past and move on to the next guy as soon as you split up. But because it showed you weren’t ready to move on just yet, he was still on your mind.
He leans down, your lips merely inches apart.
“I Love you, so much.”
He whispered with the biggest smile on his face. His hips started to move, his cock swinging in and out of you gently.
“Y-You really think i would do that?” You choked out with a lazy smile, your body bouncing up and down.
“No…never.” He smiled back, “I just couldn’t get you outta my fuckin’ mind the moment you walked out the door.” He confessed.
“I didn’t know if you felt the same way, or maybe you were already over me.” He chuckled out nervously. He tried his best to not sound overly vulnerable, brushing it off to maintain his normally chill demeanor.
But you could see right through him.
Your hands reach up to his face, pulling him down to your level—the distance between your lips growing smaller and smaller.
“It’s impossible for me to get over you Xavier…” You whispered, barely finishing your sweet sentence before his lips crashed onto yours. Your tongues wrapped around each other hungrily and his hips began to move with urgency inside of you.
Your fingers start to shake as Xavier ruts into you so hard it caused the bed to rock with him. He closed his eyes shut, the pleasure starting to overwhelm him.
“Fuck Mami—“ He moaned out, his warm breath hitting your ear, making you squirm even more. He leaned back, desperate to see your face like he needed it to survive.
He let out a broken chuckle.
“My beautiful girl…” The faces you made on his cock were prettier than anything in this world. And the fact he has the ability to create them brings him so much joy.
You could feel your vision begin to blur, and your consciousness starting to fade. The pleasure felt like it was spreading throughout your entire body.
A small stream of saliva trickled out your mouth without you even realizing.
“Shit baby, you’re droolin’…” Xavier’s thumb came down to wipe up your little mess, the view of you under him like this sparking an idea in his head.
Xavier places his thumb on your bottom lip and nudges your mouth open wider for it to fit. His pointer finger enters your mouth before adding his middle finger and you suck on it like it’s second nature.
“Yeah… y’like that don’t you.” You nodded relentlessly, at this rate you weren’t gonna last much longer, and he knew that.
“You gonna come with my fingers in your mouth baby?”
M-Mhm! I’m almost there-” You muffled out pathetically, sucking on his fingers like your life depends on it.
“Keep sucking…” he gasps, sweat trickling down your bodies as the heat intensifies.
“Just like that ma…”
Your throat tightened at the length of his fingers before you finally came undone on his cock. You whined as Xavier pumped you dry, his hips stuttering against you. His jaw slack while your body quivered at the overwhelming pleasure.
Xavier’s pace slowed, his chest heaving rapidly. He looks down at you, admiring how his fingers fit in your mouth one last time before finally removing them.
You let out tiny coughs to clear your throat. Afterwards, you could feel every tense muscle in your mouth from holding it open for so long, the pain being a strange sensation for you.
You both huffed in sync, struggling to catch your breath—the eye contact between you two making your heart flutter.
After not even a few seconds later, you both burst into laughter, realizing what you had done.
Xavier hides his face behind your ear, “I don’t wannna pull out yet…” he whispers, a cheeky smile tugging at his lips while he lifts his head back up. He comes in close, pressing his lips against yours.
“Then don't…” You said in between the kiss.
“Lets just stay like this—just for a bit.” You whispered, running your fingers through his tight brown curls with a smile.
Your body warmed his cock that buried deep inside of you, your walls squeezing around him.
The room filled with such a comforting silence.
“I love you mami… trust me, I’m not goin’ nowhere else without you.”
He murmured reassuringly, placing small kisses on your collarbone until he rested on your chest. You both drifted off to sleep together.
00. let's get fucked up! (gimme my alcohol) — wip.
scemo/hipster kuru with a party girl!indie sleaze girlfriend
-> lots of partying, drugs (alcohol, marijuana, mentions of mdma), kee's low-key party boy-coded, public displays of affection, minor gross-out scene ending in fluff (reader vomits and kee holds her hair back). moodboard here.
| 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : when it became obvious xavier was putting his music before you, you two got into a heated argument and spent some time apart. but he comes crawling back to your doorstep when he realizes it's impossible for him to live without his girl.
| 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : i still haven't finished the whole story so for now i'm gonna post what i have and if u guys enjoy this ill finish it, Imk in the comments!! 🥹
It’s been around a month since you and Xavier’s argument. You didn’t necessarily break it off, but you two haven’t spoken to each other since then.
It all started because you were upset with the lack of attention he was giving you. The late responses when you texted his phone, him leaving you all alone at night as he attends house parties—claiming it’s just promotion for his music, and the endless nights he spends at the studio without letting you know.
It was all getting exhausting, making you feel unwanted. When you finally brought it up to him one night at his apartment that you’ve been feeling this way, it didn’t work out as you planned.
“Y/n….” He started with a sigh, as if this was hurting him more than you. “I’m tryin’ my best here baby.”
“No, you're not Xav, you don’t spend time with me anymore, you leave me by myself all fucking night!”
He brought his hands up, dragging his fingers along his face dramatically. “I can’t help it if I’m busy… I told you I’m tryna to focus on my music.”
His expression showed that he couldn’t be bothered, not even making an effort to understand where you were coming from. If anything, he sounded more and more irritated, so you gave up.
You threw your hands up and let them fall to your side in defeat, letting out a scoff.
“Okay… to me it just sounds like I’m holding you back, so maybe we both need a break — alright?”
That was the last thing you said before grabbing your purse and leaving.
“Mami…” He called out desperately as he watched you walk out.
Fast forward to now, soft knocks on your front door filled the silence in your apartment. You walked through the hallway in confusion, not expecting any guests.
When you opened the door, you were greeted with a familiar face, it was Xavier.
He stood there with an awkward smile on his lips, carrying beautiful flowers in one hand, ones he knew were your favorite—and a stupidly cute teddy bear in the other.
You rolled your eyes, and before he could utter a word, you attempted to slam the door in his face, clear that you weren’t in the mood for this today.
However, your attempt quickly backfired when his hand slammed roughly against the door before you could even react, stopping any movement it had once had.
“I know what you're gonna say… and m’sorry ma, I miss u so fuckin’ much.”
He says with pleading eyes, willing to do anything you asked in this moment just for you to accept his apology, prepared to drop to his knees if you said the words.
You stared into his eyes, contemplating, even though there was nothing to think about—because you knew deep down you missed him too… badly.
“You hurt me… y’know that?” You started, “Just pushing me to the side like that—it didn’t feel good.”
A soft frown grew on his face, his eyebrows curving upside down, as if it pained his heart to hear you say that, which it did—he felt stupid. “I know princess…” He said before walking closer, giving you no space as he towers over you.
“I fucked up… and I wanna make it right between us. I need you by my side.” His head leaned against the doorframe, like a lost puppy begging to come back home.
As much as you didn't want to, you couldn't help but smile at the sight. “I hate you.” which was all he needed to hear before he stepped inside, closing the door behind him as he smiled ear to ear like a toddler.
He didn’t waste a moment to pull you into a kiss, missing the sensation of your soft lips against his and the adorable shape of them he loved dearly.
One thing led to another, and you found yourself straddling Xavier on your bed, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss that felt like a reunion after years apart.
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