PrettyPrincess♡

Waking up next to bf! Ksuuvi - headcannons.

Bf! Ksuuvi who…

Has you cuddled up to him all night. He won’t mind whenever you decide to move or sleep apart for a bit, and he certainly doesn’t mind when you sleep intertwined all night. Sometimes he sleeps with his head against your chest, hearing your heartbeat. It soothes him for whatever reason. Either way, skin to skin is always the way to go for him.

Likes to sleep in, but rarely does. His mind is always up, even when he’s sleeping. Recording new music, setting up the final details for any upcoming tours and projects, he’s always thinking about it. So, when the sun starts shining through the blinds, you’ll find him awake within the next thirty minutes. He loves to let you sleep in, though, and sometimes, he’ll try his best to fall back asleep with you.

When he finally wakes up, gives you a quick kiss before grabbing a blunt from the bedside table. He likes to smoke in the morning, calm his mind, especially with you. He'd take the first couple of puffs as you slowly wake up, handing you the blunt once you're ready to smoke. Exchanging kisses and the blunt is his perfect morning, mostly on lazy days.

Doesn't mind a quickie to get the day started. You can always sense when he's in the mood, because his hands will roam all over your body. When he starts gripping and squeezing at your skin, you can almost guarantee he's hard. He loves you after all, every intimate moment spent with you in the morning didn't feel rushed or forced, even if it was quick. It's a guaranteed mood booster for him, and he'll get out of bed with a shit-eating grin, humming to himself as he gets the day started (which you hear throughout your apartment).

Can't leave the bed without kisses. As corny as it sounds, he'd made a subconscious promise to himself to always kiss you in the mornings, as a way to seal the night you'd just slept away, and as a way to appreciate the fact you're both alive and well, still loving each other with each morning kiss. No matter if he has somewhere to be, if he's an hour late already, or if it's an emergency, he can't leave without a kiss.

Likes to put on music in the morning, especially when he's in a good mood, or has something special planned for the day. If you're still sleeping, he'll wake you up with some music, which you'd find him already dancing to. He moves around the apartment in his slippers, sliding against the floor, making you both breakfast or coffee as he hums along to whatever song was playing from his extensive playlist. Whenever you're irritated from waking up to his music, he shuts you up with some kisses or some food. You and he both know you should probably start waking up earlier...

Likes to wake up to the smell of you. He's learned to find comfort in everything about you, including your scent, which only belongs to you. You can feel or hear him sniffing you sometimes, making you chuckle. He sniffs your hair, then plants a kiss on the top of your head. His fingers run over your skin carefully; he kisses the side of your neck, face pressed against your skin as he takes you in. You always shrugged it off, not minding or caring. But you knew this probably meant more to him than you'd expect, because...

He didn't trust people. He's been through a lot, not only growing up in a hostile environment, but also throughout his life. It takes him a while to open up to you, but when he does, you can immediately feel how much stronger you both are connected. He doesn't let people in easily, but he let you in. And that has to mean something, not only to you, but also to him. So, you cherish that: every morning spent waking up together, every day you spend beside him, every grocery store run at 2 AM, watching his career take off; you're always beside him. When he said he loved you, he meant that, and you knew. So, being his girlfriend was much more than just a title; it meant the world to you. Waking up next to you was a blessing in his eyes; staring at you with a smile, planting a kiss on your cheek, before getting up and getting his life going.

A/n: This was a quick one, but I definitely like it. I’ve been getting more into Ksuuvi recently and he’s such a unique character. I feel like he’s underrated in the fangirl department so I’m here to help lmaoo. Anyways, got pretty deep towards the end, but I do believe he would form a deep connection with his girlfriend! Okay, that’s it, hope you enjoyed :)

In which Xaviersobased and you meet in a club, and you are blissfully unaware of who Xavier really is. And he loves it. Not having women flatter his ego just to get in his pants was a relief, especially since for the first time in a while, he has to actually try to get you. Word count: 6,442

Contains: Drinking, smoking, cunnilingus, p in v (unprotected), lit asf in the club with Xavier, basically hookup with Xavier (who you barely know), reader angry towards the end, but it gets resolved.

The club is always loud, dark and flashy. Flashy, not only in the sparkles and bright lights, but also in the people there. Xavier wasn’t a big fan of the attention-seeking, the staring, or anything that was too performative. And that’s why he hated hoes.

He had enough time in the spotlight, so the time he spent in the club with close friends was to try to relax a little. He also couldn’t deny the fact that he liked to look at pretty women, flirt a bit, and maybe fuck around a little.

The club played good music, that’s part of the reason it’s become the place he frequently visits. He also lived close by, so there was never an excuse not to go. Just invite some of your closest friends and the club would be a perfect place for a Saturday night like this one.

You danced. You loved to dance. No matter whether your friends sat in a corner, were by the bar or even took a smoke break outside, you were on the dance floor. It drew attention to you, but that’s only part of the reason you did it. It brought you genuine joy and freedom, getting dolled up, hitting the club and then dancing until you felt light headed.

So, tonight, you’d certainly drawn the attention of somebody special, except you just didn’t know it yet.

He plotted from far away, his eyes glued to you as your hips swayed and you moved passionately. Your arms had a mind of their own, but even through all the quickness, you kept a rhythm. You were smiling, happy, and he immediately noticed your pretty lips. You seemed cute, hot, and not too basic.

But he couldn’t just pounce on you just like that, and that was for a couple of reasons; firstly, he was a famous rapper, second of all, he was with a bunch of his friends and third of all, he liked to be a little smoother than that.

That’s why he waited until you’d finally gone outside for a breather, probably taking a smoke break with your friends. In the best nonchalant way he could, he made an excuse to head outside and did so, immediately spotting you leaning against the wall, cigarette in hand. You weren' t by your friends, but there were others scattered all around the outside wall of the club, either taking a breather, trying to not throw up, or just simply smoking aswell.

Grabbing an already rolled joint from his jeans pocket, he walks up to you, leaning against the wall right beside you. He wasn't going to say anything yet. He knew that his existence alone was enough to make girls go crazy, so he expected the usual; a gasp, a squeal, any type of excitement from the woman he was standing next to. He was Xaviersobased after all, and New York was his city.

You looked to the side, quickly eyeing him before going back to minding your own business, like you normally did. You knew guys didn't stand next to you for nothing, no matter how much credit they give themselves for being nonchalant.

He lights his joint, taking a puff calmly. No reaction from you, even after you checked him out... strange. Or maybe he was just too used to chicks doing anything for his attention. He took another puff, this time eyeing you as calmly as he could. You could feel his eyes on you, so you peeked back, making eye contact with him.

He doesn't say anything and just hands his joint out to you. You look down at it before looking back up into his eyes. He seemed interesting. He had good style, good hair. But you never took weed from strangers.

"No, thanks." You smile politely, shaking your head.

"Why not? Y'don't smoke weed?" He asked, shrugging his shoulders and taking another puff. You chuckled lightly.

"It's not that, I just don't know you." Taking another hit of your cigarette, you maintain eye contact with him. He grinned, nodding to himself.

"Yeah, that's fair." He seemed friendly enough, but you could never be sure with men, especially from around here.

"I'm not evil, y'know." He added shortly after, a playful tone to his words. You hummed, almost like you didn't believe him, and he scoffed jokingly.

"I'm Xavier by the way. Does Xavier sound like an evil name?" He teased, sticking his free hand out to shake. He knew he had to be extra polite, you weren't easy like most girls he talked to. You chuckled in return. Still no reaction... did you really not know who he was?

"You never know." You replied, shaking his hand politely. The last time you'd shaken someone's hand during an introduction must've been years ago. "I'm y/n." He hummed and nodded. There was a short silence. He takes another puff, and so do you.

Xavier prided himself in being his authentic self, speaking on what was exactly on his mind and never feeling ashamed of what he did. But here he was, trying to not look as dumbfounded as he actually was. How was he supposed to approach this now? Fuck, what was he supposed to say? It was at this moment he kind of missed the easy girls.

You clear your throat and his eyes quickly dart to you. Goddamn, he was on edge -- and desperate, and now you definitely knew that too.

“You… c’mere often?” He cringes as soon as he says it. It doesn’t help that he didn’t even sound convinced of his own words. You look into his eyes for a second, almost grinning to yourself before replying. This guy was kind of a doofus.

“Kinda.”

“Hm, never seen you before.” Why the hell would he say that? Even he didn’t know. It’s like he was missing, shot after shot. You hummed in return, turning your eyes away from him. He takes another puff, an uneasy silence falling between the two of you. The poor guy, he seemed sweet enough. Might as well give him a hand.

“I uh- don’t trust random weed easy… but a drink would be nice.” You smile, and he has to stop himself from smiling ear to ear.

“Aight, for sure, for sure.” He nods, grinning slightly. The lit part of his joint and your cigarette were practically the only sources of light in this dark street — other than the dim streetlights and the occasional headlights of a car passing by. You both smoke up and throw the butt on the ground. He was heading back inside with a bit more confidence, and you walking beside him. He nods at the bouncers, and you realize in just a second that he was known around here.

The loud music hits your ears as you re-enter the club with Xavier, and you instantly feel the rush of excitement go through you. As a smile spreads across your face, you grab Xavier's wrist instinctively. He leans in and you speak into his ear.

"You up to dance, or are you gonna be boring in a corner?" He chuckles. He liked you. Leaning into your ear, he speaks calmly.

"Lets go after some shots, on me." You nod your head and he leads you to the bar. He quickly gets the attention of the bartender and orders some shots you didn't catch the name of. But they come quickly, and when he counts down, you throw the shot glass back and swallow instantly. The sweet, yet strong alcohol burns down your throat and your nose scrunches a little. He grins, shaking his head slightly as the burn hits him, too. Now you felt alive.

"One more?" He yells loud enough over the music, and you nod without thinking. He orders shots again and you both quickly throw them back. This one had lost all its sweetness and was even more bitter. You cough a little and he grumbles, but you both end up getting over it quickly. You didn't want to seem impatient, but after two shots and the loud bass constantly shaking through your body, you needed to dance.

"Let's go!" You yell out to him, and before he could even ask what that fully meant, you grab his wrist and lead him to the dancefloor, where countless of other people were dancing mindlessly. Turning to him, you sway your hips side to side, and his eyes dart down for a second. Grinning at him, you urge him to dance, and he just moves his shoulders to the beat, in that nonchalant way all guys did — because men just refused to dance in the presence of women for some reason.

You roll your eyes at him, moving your arms to the music, head turning from side to side, hair flying as you danced energetically. The music transitions into Don't Stop the Music by Rihanna and you almost lose your shit. Your hips sway harder, your arms move above your head and you shut your eyes ocassionally, letting the music wash over you. Xavier couldn't be any more pleased. A pretty girl dancing right in front of him, anyone would be joyous from watching you let loose.

"Come on, dance with me!" Maybe it was the alcohol starting to hit, or you just hadn't danced with someone in a while, but you grabbed Xavier by his shirt, pulling him closer and turned around, backing yourself up against him. His eyes widened slightly, but he grinned, a very smug grin. You put your hands on your hips, swaying against him. This was more known territory for him, he'd been danced against before. One of his hands shot up to your waist as the other stayed by his side. The song continued playing loudly;

'I wanna take you away...' You sung along with the music, feeling your back press against his chest. You bent over slightly, backside pressed against him. His hand caressed down your waist, feeling over your hip. He was enjoying himself a little too much. It made your heart skip, knowing this man you met about ten minutes ago, was feeling you up. And you were allowing it.

His free hand grabbed yours, raising it above your head, urging you to twirl around, which you do with a giggle. Now you're facing him, and he's looking at you hungrily, like most guys do the second you give them attention. His hands flew to your waist, gripping each side. Your arms wrapped around his neck, the intimacy of this situation making you smile bashfully.

He leans in, grumbling into your ear, "You're hella pretty." You grin. Your arms wrap around him even tighter, keeping his face close. You were never like this. Well, only when the alcohol hit. "You seem... cool, too." You tease, giving him some attitude. He scoffed playfully.

"Just cool? Nahh, I can't take that answer." His hands trail up your waist slowly.

"Why not? It's a good thing!" You grin from ear to ear. He shakes his head slightly.

"You right, you right. It's nice to hear it from you." He was definitely tipsy, you could tell by his half-lidded eyes and his uneven movements.

"You're such a cornball." You giggle, and his hands move down to your hips.

"For complimenting you? Damn, can't say shit anymore." You could feel his breath on your lips, since when has he gotten this close? Honestly, you didn't even care. He was cute, funny... and uh- that was enough for you to be honest.

"I'm joking... You're sweet." He grins wider at your compliment, his hands sliding to your lower back. He was getting bold, and you would let it happen.

"Sweet, huh?" Shit, he never got this mushy with girls he just met. Did he drink too much? Or were you just that pretty. You nod.

"You live close?" He asks, and your heart skips. He wants to get out of here, and you can tell by the way he asked, he wants to get into your house.

"I don't know..." Your eyes dart down to his lips for a second, acting playful.

"Oh, come on, I'm sweet, right? You don't get with sweet guys?"

"I get with hot guys."

"Well, I'm hella hot."

Next thing you knew, you were leading him out of the club, hand in hand. Your friends were standing outside, and they had your purse. They clearly looked a little worried when they saw you with Xavier, clearly heading home, but they let it be. As you walked away, you heard one of your friends mumble, 'Wait, isn't that...'

Walking to your apartment only took five minutes, and the whole way there he was making you laugh. You grab your keys as you get closer to your apartment complex, and he chuckles to himself. You turn to him, eyebrow raised in confusion.

"Nah, it's nothin... I live closeby." He says with a grin, and you chuckle aswell.

"Well, you're welcome to come over anytime." You joke, unlocking the complex's front door and walking inside, Xavier following behind you. The difference between the nice looking, colorful club and your grey, old apartment complex was stark. Thankfully, your old elevator wasn't broken, which was rare. You step in the elevator and so does he, you click the button for your floor and the elevator slowly goes up.

You look at him, like really look at him. This was the first time you'd seen him in a clear light. He had a specific look to him, his clothing wasn't complex, but it seemed unique. He had chipped nailpolish, which you hadn't expected. His hair was actually nice looking, and he had those tired eyes that suited him just right.

"Yeah, I would stare, too." He calls you out with a smirk, and you just roll your eyes playfully. The elevator reaches your floor and you both exit the elevator. Walking down the hall of apartments, you feel a little more sobered up. It hit you that you were practically letting a stranger in your house... but you try and shrug the feeling off, especially as you begin unlocking your apartment door.

As you both walk inside, you kick your shoes off, and so does he. You walked over to your livingroom and turned on some mood lighting, filling the dark room with an orange hue. You felt exposed, having someone you barely knew in your house.

"So, make yourself at home-" Before you can even finish your sentence, you feel his arms wrap around your waist, his lips suddenly kissing the side of your neck, your back pressed against his chest. You squeal and he suddenly scoops you up with a grunt.

"Where your bedroom at?" He asks, voice a little strained from lifting you, and you giggle. You point at your bedroom door and he kicks it open. He tosses you on your bed and you quickly crawl up your bed, turning on the lamp on your bedside table. He looked around your bedroom for a second with a grin before getting on your bed. he grabs your ankle and pulls you closer, which leaves you with an excited smile on your face. He knew what he was doing.

"You even prettier in good lighting." He mumbles, hovering over you, his hands on each side of you shoulders. Your arms wrap around his waist and your legs wrap around his hips. He leans in and finally kisses you, his lips locking onto yours. You kissed him back, and you both keep going, kisses being long and sloppy. One of his hands slowly caress up your stomach through your clothes, his head angled differently to deepen the kiss.

Your hands cup the sides of his face, and his lips move to your cheek, kissing there, then your jaw, then even lower, down your neck. You let out a huff, and thats all the confirmation he needs to start sucking and licking the side of your neck. You breathe out heavier and his hand moves over your hip. He sucks a hickey into your neck, and quickly moves further down, kissing by your collarbone. He was experienced, more than, and you could tell.

His free hand moved up between your thighs, fingertops squeezing the inner part of it. He groans against your skin and before you can even realise, his hands are crawling under your top. He was keeping you stimulated, roaming hands all over your body, in all the right places.

"You like that...?" His voice was husky, warm breath hitting just below your collarbone. You hum and nod softly, your hands moving to his hair, fingers kneading through it. He pushes your top up, exposing your stomach. He dives in, lips wrapped around the smooth skin, leaving wet kisses across your stomach. His touch left you whimpering, looking down at him with a desperate expression. He looks up at you through his lashes, and his eye contact makes your heart flutter.

Was this smart right now? The thought crosses your mind, and your brain fogs up, clouded by thoughts of uncertainty. You barely knew him, like seriously barely knew him. Holy shit, you don't even know his age. As that reminder crashed over you, Xavier's lips were making their way down your lower stomach, his fingers already hooked in you bottoms.

"Wait-" Your voice makes him stop in his tracks. He looks up at you, confused and slightly concerned.

"You good?" He asks, and you're not sure how to answer. After a second of thought, you hold yourself up by your elbows and clear your throat.

"I... honestly barely know you. I don't know, this suddenly felt very real... sorry." He could tell you were genuine; genuinely concerned, and genuinely sorry. He smiled gently, his hand sliding over your waist.

"Nah, yeah, I get it." He breathes out. "Listen, no stress. But uh, I really want you." He can't stop his fingers from crawling further under your skirt. His words evoke a feeling of arousal, and his eyes are practically burning into yours. Maybe... this wasn't too bad.

"Wow... I really barely know you." You said with a huff of a chuckle, "Like, how old are you even?"

"I'm twenty-two." He replies smoothly and quickly, like he wants to get this questionnaire over with so he can get to the good part. You nod, because that's the only way you know how to respond right now. You feel kind of stupid, stopping him as he was pleasuring you, just to practically say nothing and get nowhere. He seems to notice the doubt in your eyes and speaks up.

"How about you get to know me through this?" You perk up at his tone. He grins. "Like... I introduce myself through this whole thing..." His hand lands on your chest, pushing you back down gently so you lie down again.

“What d’you mean?” You ask with a shy smile, and before you could breathe again, he had pulled your bottoms off of you, underwear included. You gasped, your hand shooting out to cover something — anything!

But he grabbed your wrist, planting a kiss to your wrist, his other hand on your inner thigh, spreading your legs apart.

“Trust me.” Is the only thing he said, suddenly leaning down to where it’d been aching this whole time. Like a man on a mission, he stares at your cunt, literally licking his lips before planting a kiss on the skin right above your clit.

“So, I’m Xavier.” What?

He kisses your inner thigh now.

“I’m twenty-two.” You’re starting to catch on now…

He kisses your folds.

“I’m Dominican.”

For every kiss, he’d tell you more about himself. That was so corny… and hot.

He kisses right on your clit, and you gasp. The second kiss on your clit makes you moan.

“I’m 5’11.” You groan, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe up your cunt. His lips wrap around your clit and suck, leaving your back arching. You’d hooked up with near strangers before, but Xavier was different. He seemed interesting, real and passionate — not some drunken guy who only wants to get himself off.

Your hand instinctively moved to his head, fingers tangling in his curly hair. He definitely loved to hear you moan, as every time you did, he’d redouble his efforts and suck even harder. Wet noises filled the room, and he made out with your cunt like he'd been starved.

Maybe it was the fact you hadn’t been eaten out in a while, or maybe it was the extremely skilled way Xavier worked his mouth, but you were already close. You felt the muscles in your legs tense slightly, that feeling in your stomach, excitement and overwhelming pleasure build up and knot together. Your thighs tightened together, as if to tell the man between your legs to calm down, but he didn’t seem to care at all. Matter of fact, his fingers dug into your inner thigh, keeping your legs split as he sloppily kissed over your clit.

Like a wave hitting rocks, your orgasm crashed over you. The way he worked you over had you making noises you’d never expected from yourself, loud and high pitched whines and moans. Your body felt like it was on fire, thighs trembling slightly as contractions came along with your ecstasy. You didn’t want to say this was your best orgasm in months, but this felt like your own slice of heaven. Xavier guided you through it, the attention and pleasure making your gut twist with arousal. It was clear he was enjoying himself.

With a soft kiss to your folds, he raises his head from between your thighs, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. You pant lightly, so sensitive and still in shock by his performance. He grinned, that cocky grin of knowing that he did well.

“I uh, got nothin left to say bout myself.” He said with a huff of a chuckle, and you return the breathless chuckle.

“I think you proved yourself to me…”

“Aight, good.” He leaned up, pressing a kiss to your lips, one of his hand trailing up your waist. Lips moved against each other gently, like you were protecting the moment that just passed.

“Is it too early to ask if I can put it in?” He asked with a huff, and you grinned, hand still running through his hair.

“Nah.”

With a grin and a quick nod, one of his hands moves down to his jeans, unbuttoning- and zipping them before sliding then down his hips. It seemed like you both looked down at the bulge in his underwear at the same time, but he teased you by grabbing hold of it and palming it. You felt your heart flutter. He was big, horny and cocky.

“You got me horny as fuck… shit.” He practically groans, hand quickly pulling his boxers down enough to free himself. You stared in awe, feeling arousal build up all over again. Both your hands had found their way to the sides of his neck. He guided your legs up, thighs pressed against his hips as he aligned himself with your still-soaked entrance.

With his hand wrapped around his shaft, he slowly pushed inside — not because it was too tight to move quickly, but because he wanted to savour the moment. And tease you a little.

You whined, feeling him slowly push inside of you. It was practically uncomfortable, having him be so slow. Your eyes locked, a look of desperation in yours and a look of pride in his. This was beyond being experienced; he was genuinely having fun with it.

"That feel good...?" He teased, a hand now pressing against your lower stomach, forcing you to feel all of him now. All you can do is whimper, head thrown back in utter desperation.

"Fuck you!" You grumble, to which he chuckles. Xavier grabs your breast through your top, kneading it as he deepens into you. Your walls flutter, and he groans. He was inside you; the connection, not only physically, but emotionally, always felt like sparks flying. Your thumb caresses over his jaw, and he thrusts further inside, leaving you gasping and trembling — legs feeling like jello. He keeps still for a second, allowing you to catch your breath and prepare.

Then, he pulls out a little and shoves himself back inside all the way.

"Fuck!" You moan, and he grins. His eyes were glossed over, and you knew that no matter how hard he tried to seem cocky, he was being just as affected by this as you were.

"Oh yeah, you fuckin' like it..." He mumbles, feeling you spasm from the inside with every thrust. You were still so sensitive, and his excellent performance wasn't helping matters. He chuckles, and your eyebrows furrow even more. Here you were, fighting for your life, squirming in unbearable pleasure while he seemed like the happiest man alive.

So, you weren't going to let that slide. One of your hands tangled in his hair, and your legs wrapped fully around his torso, pulling him in closer. He grumbled, noticing the attempt at payback. His hand went up to your own hair, gripping just enough. He thrust into you at the same moment, making you moan out. Lesson learned: he was clearly in control here. And honestly... you didn't mind it.

"Jesus..." You mumble between whimpers, moans growing more consistent and louder. The squelching noise of him continuously entering you filled the room, his occasional groans joining the cacophony of lewd noises. This was the height of it now, both of you too into it to even tease or joke. The shit-eating smirk on his face was now wiped away, replaced by a glossed-over look, almost concentrated. And he was definitely concentrated, on not busting already.

"Fuck— I'm bout to..." He grumbled, and you moaned even louder at that. At this point, you were gripping the sheets, his thrusts getting radical and unsteady. Your hips ground into his, seeking any form of friction that could boost your pleasure. You could feel everything, sliding in and out, the spots he was reaching, how good he felt inside. Fuck, you'd never been this impressed by someone in bed, let alone a stranger you met at the club three hours ago.

"Not inside, pull out..." You grumbled, lips parted as you breathed unsteadily, eyes half-lidded. He nodded loosely, eyes fluttering shut, in complete bliss as his skin slapped against yours with every movement. His hands gripped your hips, fingers digging into your soft skin like a cat kneading a blanket. This whole moment felt like a fever dream, so high off of pleasure, both of you close.

"Oh, fuuuck, fuck." He practically whispers, his head tilting back in pleasure as he thrusts a little harder. Just as you were feeling your orgasm build up, he abruptly pulls out and suddenly spills over your lower stomach, groaning lightly. It felt warm against your skin, he came quite a lot. He winds down, panting and slowly jerking himself off. You pant as well, spent after being fucked so thoroughly. Still breathing heavily, he looks down at you, eyes tired but satisfied. Then he grins, slow but cocky, back to usual. And you giggle, eyes darting to the side for a second. Damn, he had you feeling shy already.

He finally collapses onto you, head resting on top of your chest, arm slung over your torso. He quickly pulls up his boxers but discards his jeans, throwing them somewhere on your floor. It was late by now, around two in the morning. After a couple of seconds of silence, he tilts his head up, looking up at you.

"I know we just met and shi, but can I sleep here tonight? I'm tired as fuck I swear." You chuckled softly, just nodding your head.

"Sure." He leans in, about to kiss you, when his phone goes off, the sound muffled, his phone still trapped in his jeans pocket. He sighs and gets up from the bed, scratching his side lazily as he walks over to his jeans. He digs in his pockets and pulls out his phone. Squinting his eyes to read the contact, he sighs again when he reads it.

"Imma be right back." He mutters quickly before picking up the call and walking out of your bedroom. Thank you, New York City, for thin walls. It all sounds muffled, but you can hear some.

"Yo.... nah, I left. None of ya business, nah, I'm playin'. Ion know the address, but it's close..." Probably talking to his friend.

"Huh? Yeah, I know. In the morning? Bruh, hell nah... Nah, nah, I know. I'm not gonna skip, you know I'm not like that... Imma be later." Plans tomorrow?

"Naahh, chill, it's not like that. Nah, she — nah nevermind. Imma talk to you tomorrow, aight? Don't be telling people weird shit, imma kill you." You hear nothing, and then he opens the door to your bedroom again, walking in lazily with a grin. You raise an eyebrow, clearly curious. He scoffs payfully and waves his hand dismissively.

"Nah, doesn't matter, I promise."

"Aight, sure."

He walks up to the side of your bed, placing his phone on the bedside table. He crawls back into your bed, right back on top of you. Your hand darts out to his hair, massaging his scalp. He hums against your chest, eyes already shut. Now that it was silent and you had come down from your high, you felt just how tired you were. Within a couple of seconds, Xavier seemed gone. And you were getting there, too, eyes feeling heavy. You closed them and drifted off to sleep almost instantly.

...

You wake up the next morning to the sun shining through your blinds, which you forgot to close last night. Nobody in bed with you... Jeans gone from the floor. No way, he just left like that? I mean... fair, but cold. You breathed in deeply, that breath you take that assures you're fully awake. Your eyes dart to the side, your lamp still turned on. That's a couple more pennies spent on the light bill this month.

Buzz, your phone. But then again, and again. And again...? Whatever, somebody's probably sending photos of last night or just spamming you.

With a sigh, you sit upright, looking down for a second, noticing your lack of underwear. Legs swing over your bed as you sit on the edge. You grab your phone, noticing a dozen Instagram notifications. Your facial recognition works, and you can read the contents of the messages. A bunch of your friends, some accounts you don't know, DM'ing you. What the fuck?

'GIRL OMG.' - Alic.xo.12

'CALL ME RIGHT NOW!!!!!' - Summrslvr0

'You with Xav????' - Kenkanken_

'I KNEW it was him NO WAYYYY' - BebeThirty12

Your group chat had been blowing up; your name was everywhere, and so was the name... Xavier. Oh FUCK no. You get up quickly, walking to your closet, rummaging through your underwear drawer and finding a random thong, swiftly putting it on. Your phone buzzes again and you check it out of habit. A random account, some kind of news account?

'Xaviersobased was caught walking through New York with a girl last night. A fan had spotted him outside of a well-known nightclub and taken photos.'

Holy shit. Xaviersobased? Xavier from last night is THE Xaviersobased?! They had photos, photos of you and Xavier walking side by side, photos of you all the way until the front door of your apartment complex. This was beyond a 'fan spotting'; this was stalking. You saw yourself from last night, clear as day, same outfit; some photos made it clear you were intoxicated. The pictures of you smiling at Xavier. The last photo was you searching for your keys in your purse. A chill ran down your spine. Every second, you kept seeing new DM's. You checked the comments under the post. Nearly a hundred likes... holy hell. You scrolled through the comments.

'Who is she?????'

'What the fuck?!!!'

'aint he together w someone else?'

'Not my glorious king Xavier!!!'

'She's choppd wtf.'

'WTF??'

'I would crack too'

'Omg I know where that is.'

God, this was terrifying. You turn off your phone for your own well-being. Your heart was racing, and so was your head. With a shaky sigh, you walk out of your room, stepping into your living room... just to see Xavier posted up on your couch, on his phone casually. He looks up, that chill grin appearing on his face. But it quickly dropped when he noticed your expression.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" You couldn't help but let it slip out. His eyebrows furrowed quickly.

"Huh? What?"

"Xaviersobased. You're Xaviersobased." His expression turns guilty.

"You didn't wanna tell me?" You add, crossing your arms over each other.

"I didn't think it was gonna be important, that's my bad." He said softly, genuinely. But it didn't seem like he understood the severity of the situation just yet.

"Xavier. There are photos of us going around on social media. There's one of us standing outside this fucking building; people know where I live." His expression turns serious, shocked. Now he seemed to understand.

"What...? Are you for real."

"Why would I lie about this shit, it's all over my fucking Instagram, photos of ME." He looks down at his phone, his posture straightened. He was trying to find them.

"You should've fucking told me, Xavier!" You groan, arms crossed. This was scary, and you couldn't help but feel like it didn't bother him enough. He seems engrossed in his phone, his eyebrows lifting suddenly. He found the photos.

"Shit..." His eyes dart up to you, noticing the genuine fear behind your angry expression. He gets up from the couch quickly, placing his phone on the side before walking over and embracing you. He wasn't sure why he did it, but something told him he should comfort you now. You melt into his touch, mostly because you just needed some reassurance and comfort right now.

"Listen, I'm so sorry. I had no clue someone was following us. I swear if I knew, I wouldn't have... y'know." He says gently, and you nod silently, head pressed against his chest. You stay like that for a second, sighing before lifting your head from him.

"I'm fine. Just still shocked." He nods, understandingly. As much as he raps about women being objectified, fucked, and then thrown out, he does really care for women. At least, more than you'd think. But he also seemed slightly awkward, which made sense. He was a kid, thrown into fame at a young age. Just because he'd been with women intimately many times before didn't mean he was good at anything else involving women. You were sure his relationships were well-communicated and healthy, but this was a strange situation, even for you. How the fuck do you comfort someone while knowing the sound of their moans better than their name?

"Aight... Imma try and get this shit sorted with my team, aight? This shit ain't good." He says, walking back to his phone and picking it up. He seems to get on the job immediately, thumbs moving quickly against his screen, probably texting someone. Meanwhile, you walk over to your kitchen, trying to find breakfast, trying to stick to your daily routine, just to make this whole situation feel a little more normal.

As you grab some cereal, you hear Xavier sigh, frustrated. You hum, as if asking him what was wrong. At the same time, you grab the milk from the fridge.

"My management on that shit, it'll be gone soon, hopefully." He looks up at you, smiling slightly. You grab a spoon, nodding at him with the same weak smile.

"You, uh, want some cereal?" You suddenly ask, earning you a little chuckle from Xavier.

"Sure."

After pouring him a bowl and walking back to the living room, you both eat breakfast, doing all the small talk people do before ever hooking up.

"So... Xaviersobased, I lowkey fucked with you for like a week back on SoundCloud. That was like a year or two back; my friend was obsessed with you and the whole underground shit. Like, when it was for real underground."

"For real? That's crazy. Those were good times, to be honest. I always wanted to be better, though, but at least back then I could bust a nut without people deadass following my every move." You chuckle.

"Yeah... I feel you." He begins drinking the leftover milk from the bowl. Wow, this was the guy people fainted over, huh?

"You fucked with any of my songs though?" He asked, a grin on his face.

"Yeahhh, for sure. You had this EP, called like 'And 3'. You had just hit 10 thousand, I'm pretty sure, cause you put it in the title." You hear Xavier chuckle, nodding along. "I really fucked with song number 3; that was skippin class, most popular, I think. And I really liked number 5; the title was something with hoop."

"Thas crazy... That feels hella long ago, but like pretty recent at the same time. Ion know, that shit crazy though for real." He chuckles.

You both finish your cereal, and you bring the empty bowls back, placing them in the sink. He stands up, ready to head out.

"Yo, uh. Could I get your number? I would lowkey wanna see you again. Maybe get you a proper apology for my stalker ass fans." You smile sweetly. How could you refuse him? He gave you the best sex you've had in a while, and he was cute. You typed your number in his phone.

"Aight, imma head to the studio. I'll see you sometime." He said casually, walking to your front door. You smile and nod.

"For sure. Have fun."

He goes in for a hug, and you hug him back. He pulls away, but his hands linger on your waist — that thing guys did when they wanted to kiss you but weren't sure if you'd reject them. So, you went for it. Leaning in for a kiss, he leans in too. When he fully pulls away, he seems a little happier. He exits your apartment with a final goodbye and a grin. The same grin that got you into this whole mess. He was charming. Maybe you did understand the hype.

A/n: Hey y’all! Pretty long fic this time, hope you guys don’t mind!! Wasn’t really proofread, I apologise for any mistakes. I enjoyed making this, and I got a lot more in the works so stay tunedddd. Something about watching his interviews and getting to know 1c even better makes me enjoy writing these even more. Don’t really have much more to say, hope you enjoyed :)

"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.

A Xaviersobased Oneshot

Based on the DJ Rennessey show with Xaviersobased where Xavier speaks on having good communication in his relationship. Just his whole attitude about relationships makes me think he’s a loyal and patient boyfriend, who even makes make up sex feel amazing.

Contains: female! Reader, smut, cunnilingus, very little arguing in the beginning, p in v, unprotected sex & quick fluff at the end. Wordcount: 3,787

"Communication matters, y'know that." Xavier's voice breaks through to you, softer — calmer. You hate when he says that, when he's calm, while you're frustrated. Why did he have to be patient right now... you sighed, eyebrows furrowed and you look at him, seated across from you on your bed. You felt left out, tired and out of the loop. Xavier was getting everything he ever wanted, recognition, a loyal fanbase, even wealth, but you seemed to stay behind.

"I swear I know, I've been trying to communicate. You just never listen.” You reply, crossing your arms over each other.

"Baby, I'm trying to hear you, I just feel like... Ion know, like... no matter how much I hear you, it's not enough y'know."

“But even when I text you, you ignore me! I just… feel like you’re trying to cut me out of your life right now.” You feel annoyed, but also sad. Your heart ached at the thought that he would want to break it off. Xavier sighs, trying to find his words.

“I know… I swear I understand. I try baby, I’m just so busy y’know. I didn’t know you felt that way, cause for me everything’s moving fast. Y’know what I mean?”

You can tell he's trying his best to communicate, to make his feelings clear, he's just trying. That did feel nice.

"I... I know. You can't really do much about it, I guess it's my brain fucking me up or something." Your eyebrows soften, looking down at your pink sheets. You heard the sheets rustle and you look up to see Xavier scooting closer, hovering over you now. He places a hand on the side of your neck and before you get to say something, he leans down and kisses you softly. You both let the kiss sit there for a little, and he finally pulled away gently with a breath. Looking down at you, his thumb caresses the side of your neck.

"Don't say that. I feel you, but you don't gotta feel stupid." He smiles down at you, and you can't help but smile back. God, he was the sweetest. Your friends would always like to argue that because of his work he couldn't be trusted, or that you shouldn't get too attached. But after half a year, you couldn't even deny that you were genuinely in love with Xavier.

You kiss him back, a sweet kiss, and you can just feel him smile into the kiss. His free hand came up to rest on the other side of your neck, keeping your head in place as he moves his head against you, deepening the kiss. You part your lips for a second.

"M'sorry I was so mad." You look at him sincerely, through your lashes.

"You too pretty to be apologizing, baby." He grins, his words earning him a little chuckle from you. Any tension or frustration between you two seemed to dissipate fast. He kisses you again, only this time, he suddenly bites your lip - your eyes widen. Your lip stings and you giggle excitedly.

"Oh? You feelin' like that...?" You mumble against his lips, kissing him quickly again. He scoffs a chuckle, eyes darting to the side for a second. When he looks down at you, his gaze seems a little more charged. He was horny.

"Whatchu mean 'like that'?" He teases, knowing damn well what you meant. His eyes dart down to your lips hungrily and his tongue swipes against his lower lip.

"Y'horny?" You ask, the corners of your mouth curling up. You could practically feel the sexual tension grow.

"For you, always." He replies smugly, his thumb brushing over the column of your neck. Your breath hitches. You bite your lip.

"Wish I could stay mad at you." You mutter with a soft chuckle, kissing his cheek. He smiles a little sweeter now, and then you make your move.

Grabbing his shoulders, you push him back onto your bed so he's laying down. You climb ontop of him, straddling his lap. His eyes widen slightly, but he recovers with a grin. Your hands slowly trace down his chest as you lean down, lips hovering inches away from his. You can feel him breathing heavier, his hands running over your thighs slowly, like he was savoring the feel of your skin. You quickly peck his lips, before leaning away and sitting upright on his lap. His hands go up and down your thighs, squeezing them occassionally.

The way he looks at you makes your heart beat faster. His eyes, narrowed, looking you up and down, admiring you. He loved you. And you loved him.

You cup his face, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. He squeezes your hips and angles his head to deepen the kiss. You could tell he was getting needy by the way his lips locked onto yours and refused to let go. You jerk your hips against him before moving your hands down the sides of his neck. Xavier lets out a little huff of arousal and you arch your back a little. His hands grab onto your ass with fervor, his lips moving against yours passionately, lips smacking against each other.

He breathes in deeply, his fingers digging into your ass before exhaling just as deep. Everything speeds up, his touch all over your thighs and ass, your kissing and your arousal. He slips his tongue in your mouth, now tonguing fast and heavy.

"Xavier..." You mutter softly against his lips, knowing it drove him crazy. He lets out a soft groan, parting your lips for a second, keeping his inches away from yours. You could feel his breath on yours as he grumbled.

"Fuck don't say it like that..." He practically pleaded, his nose pressed against your cheek as he breathed heavily. His hands palmed at your ass like a starved man and at this point, you could feel the tent growing in his pants. Wow, he usually wasn't this desperate. The constant switch between working, family and friends these past couple of weeks had definitely made sure you guys spent some time apart. So, to be honest, you were just as desperate as he was.

"Well then what can I say...?" You practically whispered back, your heart fluttering as Xavier's hands slip under the waistband of your shorts.

"Say whatever you want... it's a free country." You both let out a breathy chuckle.

"Well then... I missed your dick." Your boldness made Xavier let out a little scoff of shock. His hands kneaded your ass, which wasn't covered by the conveniently cute thong you chose to wear today.

"I fuckin' love you, y'know?" He chuckles slightly before suddenly flipping you both over, him on top of you now, elbows and knees trapping you — keeping you in place. His lips find their way to your neck, kissing and sucking on it. You let out a little whine, which Xavier responded to by kissing even lower, headed down your neck.

"I love you more..." You gasp soflty, looking down at him as he kisses and sucks lower. He looks up at you, holding eye contact as his hands grasp the neckline of your tanktop and pull it down enough to free your breasts. He looks at them with an almost proud grin before holding one in his hand, squeezing and caressing it with need. You just watch him, feeling the ache grow between your legs. Suddenly, he leans down and begins kissing your breast, wet kisses leading to your nipple. He wraps his lips around your nipple, sucking and licking the sensitive nub. You let out a small groan, the sensation only making you want Xavier even more.

He took a couple of minutes to worship your breasts, especially since he hadn’t been able to in nearly two weeks now. He kissed and sucked with his mouth and caressed your breasts with his hands. These minutes felt like hours to you, with the aching need between your legs being completely neglected. It felt good, but you needed more.

You groaned, hand resting on the back of Xavier’s head. He looked up at you through his lashes, knowing you were trying to communicate something. Your thighs clenched and unclenched and you bit your lip, giving Xavier an obvious stare, a needy one. You needed him between your legs.

His eyebrows furrowed for a second, genuinely trying to understand you before he stopped and just grinned maliciously.

“Communication matters, baby, use your words.”

He was teasing, like he always did. You just scoffed.

“Fuckin’ give me more, Xav.” You practically moaned back, earning a little chuckle from him. He placed his elbows on each side of your waist, leaning up to plant a quick kiss to your lips. His hands gripped the hem of your tank top and quickly pulled it up and off you, tossing it to the side. He begins trailing kisses down your stomach, lingering wet kisses that send shivers down your spine.

“You’re so sweet, y’know…” He mutters between kisses. “You even taste sweet.” He adds, a grin playing on his face as his fingers hook in the waistband of your shorts, slowly but effectively taking off your shorts. Once they’re off, he also tosses them to the side. He kisses around your lower stomach, keeping you stimulated as his hand slips into your underwear, two fingers teasing your folds, which already felt damp. With your lips slightly parted, you couldn’t help but stare excitedly, the feeling of his fingers almost touching where you needed him the most making your heart skip.

With a satisfied sigh, you lean your head back against the pillows, your hand finding its way to Xavier’s hair.

“I really missed you…” You whine, nails scratching against Xavier’s scalp lightly. His fingers hook into the sides of your thong, pulling it down by the thin strings, maintaining eye contact as he did so.

“I missed you too. So much.” He replied, his tone softer now, more genuine. Before you could even smile back, his head dives down, tongue licking a stripe up your cunt. Your hips twitch and you bite your lip — which doesn’t stop the whimper from escaping your mouth. You can practically feel him grin against you as he begins kissing along your exposed cunt. The tingling sensation was so satisfying, you’d been waiting for this for a while now.

“Haaa, fuck.” You whisper, fingers kneading through his hair as your eyes flutter shut for a second. His arms wrap around your thighs, keeping them in place as he sucks and licks up to your clit. Once at your clit, he sucks on the bundle of nerves, using his tongue and lips in a way that could make you faint. The pleasure tingled across your body in the best way possible, waves of heat continuously crashing over you.

He doesn’t even say anything, Xavier’s too focused on pleasuring you just how you like it. He can tell when your cunt spasms that he’s doing the right thing, which only makes him flick his tongue even harder. It’s far from silent, though, as the slurping and sucking noises fill the room, alongside your moans and whimpers. He could go at this for hours, he’d said so before.

To be honest, you’d really missed his mouth, and the various tactics he used with it that always made your heart flutter and your toes curl. Whenever your thighs would tense up and you’d try to close your legs, he’d hold them even sturdier, making sure you couldn’t close yourself up no matter how hard you tried. For now, your cunt belonged to him and it was certainly a must to pleasure you all the way.

A particular kiss to your clit sent your back arching, a sweet gasp escaping your lips. He just smirked, knowing he was making you feel this good, especially after being upset. He would make you forget about ever being mad.

“You’re so cute…” He mumbled, taking a second to part from your cunt, just to kiss along your inner thighs. His fingers continued to tease and rub against your clit, making sure you stayed stimulated as he left hickeys all over your inner thighs. You, on the other end, had become a mess. You moaned and whimpered, feeling those spasms come more often, signalling your building up orgasm.

“So, so cute.” He said again, leaving a kiss around your folds between each word. His lips quickly found their way back to your clit, one finger now slipping inside you. Slipping also wasn’t an overstatement, you had become so aroused that you barely felt it slide in. As he pleased you with his mouth, he also slipped a second finger in, slowly but surely pushing them in and out, stretching you out a little. You moan and he just grins smugly, knowing he’s making you feel amazing.

He flicks his tongue against you with such passion it makes you gasp, and at that same moment, his fingers curl inside of you, feeling around for that sweet spot. The dual stimulation sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You just whined, the overstimulation making your thighs clench tightly around his arms.

He didn’t even have time to tease, he knew you were getting close and he had to bring you all the way. He angled his head, making out with your cunt like a starved man. The wet noises were hot enough to send you over the edge, let alone the absolute ecstasy you were feeling as he flicked his tongue against your clit. Your hands gripped the sheets beside you, your hips thrusting up, searching for any more pleasure to send you right over the edge.

“Xav!…” You moaned. His fingers curled inside of you even harder as his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked. The familiar feeling in your gut seemed to be building up much quicker.

With one more kiss to your clit, Xavier send you over the edge, fingers curling inside you as your hips lifted off the bed and you cried out in ecstasy, moaning out so sweetly. Your cunt spasms with your orgasm and Xavier guides you through it, continuing his stimulation to your clit, slowly calming down. After a couple more seconds of you moaning and him guiding you down from your release, you end up being a panting mess. And honestly, so was he. He leaves a couple more kisses along your inner thighs, slowly removing his fingers from inside you before pulling himself up to hover above you again.

He leans down and kisses your lips, wet and sloppy, and you know a part of that wetness just came from you. His clean hand cups the side of your face and he kisses your cheek, your lips, all around your face.

“I love you so much…” He whispers against your lips, kissing you in such a sloppy way you could tell he was extremely horny.

“Fuck, I wanna be inside you.” He groans, his hand sliding from your cheek back down to your breast, cupping and squeezing. His words make you feel aroused all over again and you know that you’d let him fuck you all the way.

You grab the sides of his face and crash your lips against him, making out with him passionately. This was your way of granting him permission to go all the way. He grinds himself down on you, his boner sticking out of his sweatpants painfully.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I missed your dick…” You mumbled against his lips, suddenly feeling something in him come alive. He shut you up with an aggressive kiss, biting your lip again, leaving you with a stinging sensation. It sent your excitement spiking and it definitely did the same to his.

One of his hands hook into the side of his sweatpants and boxers, tugging them off hurriedly, finally getting them off after a few tugs. His cock was big and free. All the big dick energy rumors were definitely true. He grabbed onto the shaft, slapping it against your wet cunt. A grin spread across his face as he rubbed his pre-cum stained cock across your folds, getting a feel for the heat.

You whimpered against his lips and he groaned in return, just feeling his arousal spike. He lined himself up to your entrance, feeling his cock twitch with excitement as he slowly sunk in, dipping his tip into you with a small hum of pleasure. Just putting in the tip had never worked before, because the way he put it inside you had you wanting even more of him immediately. He had more than enough to make you feel full and he knew that. He behaved like a man with a large cock, confident and secure.

He slowly pushed himself further inside you, groaning as he stretched you out. One hand gripped his shaft and the other cupped the side of your face, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. His eyes fluttered shut in pleasure and his lips latched onto your neck, sucking as he pushed even deeper into you. You just moaned and whined helplessly, your legs shaking lightly as you took him in. It always felt like a lot.

“Ahhhh fuck. I missed you.” He huffed against your neck, suddenly bitting down as he forced himself in with a brutal thrust. You moaned loudly, back arching, your hands gripping onto his back desperately. You loved it when he did that, when he got a little rough.

He moaned against your neck, teeth still biting down as he thrusts inside you again, the sound of your skin slapping against each other filling the room. You whined and whined, feeling him fill you up completely with just his cock.

“Oh my god… oh my god…” You gasped, Xavier pulls out until his tip before slamming back inside of you, your nails digging into his back as he did so. You moaned so loudly it shocked you. Damn, since when did he feel this good? On the other end, he was huffing and puffing like a dog. This must hit just as hard for him as it did for you.

He used both his arms to lift himself up, hands beside each side of your face. Now, in a more liquid motion, he thrusts into you.

“Haaa, shit.” He whispers to himself, slowly setting up a pace to his thrusts. The noise of him entering you repeatedly makes him groan, the squelching noise was almost too much for Xavier, knowing he was the cause of that lewd sound.

The bed creaks lightly every time he thrusts inside. Similarly, you moan every time his cock hits that sweet spot inside. He knows you inside and out by now. You clench onto him and he moans loudly, something that doesn’t happen often. Xavier isn’t a loud, whimper-y type of person. When he makes noise, it’s usually a small groan or a moan. But lucky for you, he was feeling noisy today.

The room was filled with moans and thrusts and wet noises, both of you so full of pleasure you couldn’t even speak. His thrusts were getting faster, deeper, having him balls deep inside of you with a grunt. Your hands latched onto his arms and shoulders, gripping onto anything you could as his big cock slammed into you. The bed was now fighting for its life as he pours all his passion and love into you, each thrust making a clapping noise. He kept hitting those perfect spots inside of you, sometimes angling himself differently just to hit another sweet spot of yours. He didn’t even care if he would bust quickly, he had missed this so much he’d carry a ‘premature ejaculation’ badge around if it meant he could be in your pussy.

“Shit, fuck— I’m really bout to…” He mutters between thrusts, panting like crazy. He was definitely close, he didn’t have to announce it for you to know. His mouth was slightly agape, his eyes half lidded and his arms trembling lightly from holding himself up for so long, and from holding back his orgasm.

“Do it!” You moaned in return, nails scraping over his forearms, his thrusts were getting extremely radical. He was laying it on heavy and fast. You could feel your cunt spasm every couple of seconds now. He groaned again and again, really being loud today. It almost seemed like he was sweating trying to hold himself back.

“Seriously, Xav, please do it!” You moaned again. He grumbled, his head dipping. He might be trying to hold back his climax, but his thrusts were consistent and strong, as if his body didn't care.

“Fuck!” He let out a guttural moan, suddenly thrusting so deep inside of you, his orgasm crashing over him unexpectedly. His arms trembled even more as he lets himself go inside of you, hot liquid spurting inside of you. He quickly tries to pull out, spilling the little seed that’s left over your lower stomach with a groan. Just watching him in such euphoria sent a shiver down your spine. Your hands ran over his biceps, over his shoulders and down his chest, showing him you were there for him as he comes down from his high. He’s huffing like a wild beast, the sex being extremely intense for the both of you.

You giggled, unable to stop yourself, just giddy from being this intimate with someone you love this much. He looked down at you, furrowing his brows for a second before grinning stupidly, leaning down and kissing you deeply. His arms gave up on him and he let his body rest on top of yours. He kisses your cheek before resting his head against your shoulder, softly panting against your neck.

You let the moment be, one hand stroking over his hair as you also relax. You could feel it leak out of you, but that was a problem for later.

Both of you sit there for a couple of minutes, cuddled up, slightly sweaty and tired — but satisfied.

“You treat all your chicks like this?” You tease with a grin, looking down to see Xavier fighting his sleep.

“Nah, only my main chicks.” He teases back. You let out a little scoff. He just chuckles to himself. He thinks he’s so funny… and so do you honestly. Before he finally succumbs to his sleep, you kiss the top of his head, and you feel him snuggle a little closer to you. Then it goes silent.

…How did you even get here again? Weren’t you just arguing?

A/n: This honestly came to me pretty quick, I dead-ass started writing this while watching the interview. Xavier just seems pretty mature when it comes to relationships, so it inspired me enough to write this :) low-key nervous to write smut and share it, but I hope you enjoyed either way!!

Boyfriend! Xaviersobased who…

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 :)

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Y’all how would we start feeling about some Xaviersobased headcannons/fanfics?? I have a couple in the drafts but I’m nervous for the public reaction!

#letmeknow if you want them cause Xavier is lowkey my #muse currently.