𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐗𝐀𝐕
che x fem reader
contains: smut (p in v) fucking infront of xavier, no protection
a/n: i fear we all know who this for..
You and Chase sit on Xavier's couch while Xavier sits in the armchair. You're quiet with the TV on, no one has spoken in several minutes.
Bottles of beer have collected by your feet, Xavier had left over beer from a party the night before, and the three of you are finishing them up.
Xavier asks both of you if you want another beer. You've had the least, but it's affected you the most. Chase has had the most and says, "Yeah, one more."
Xavier shoots down the hall. You look at Chase and say, "I could almost think you weren't drunk."
"I am. I am drunk."
You giggle because so are you. Then he leans in and kisses you. You laugh harder, Chase smiles and kisses you open-mouthed so you stop. He climbs on top of you, and you let him between your legs. Your kissing heats up, and you feel Chase harden.
You're friends with both of them. Except, you and Chase have benefits, like sex. You're pretty sure Xavier knows you and Chase have sex sometimes, especially after you've been drinking.
Xavier’s shoes clomp down the hallway, louder and louder, as Chase pulls on your bottom lip, and then they stop. Chase grinds himself against you. You open your eyes to see Xavier standing there with a beer in each hand, watching.
You nudge Chases shoulders, but his mouth doesn't stop moving. He thrusts himself against you, slowly, and says, "You feel so good."
Xavier drops down into the armchair and cracks open a beer. Slowly, the realization over takes you. You just know; you and Chase are going to have sex in front of Xavier.
It's Chases subtle way of asserting dominance, of letting Xavier know he's the alpha, the one you listen to. He knows Xavier is in the room and doesn’t care.
Chase rips open your buttoned-up top to expose your lacy bra. Xavier sees. He's never seen you in a bra. And then Chase kisses down your body. Your back arches when he gets to your underwear. He pulls your skirt and underwear down with shaking hands.
Xavier watches with a smirk on his lips.
Chase undoes his belt and jeans then pulls himself out and rubs his tip against your entrace. You quiver and moan, and when you look at Xavier this time, he looks entranced.
Chase pushes inside of you and starts rolling his hips as though you're alone that's how drunk he is, he's fucking you like it's just you two. He needs you, and he needs you now. There's a neediness to Chase when no one else is around for miles, like when his family is out and his house is the two of yours over and over again, or when you fuck at the studio when you’re waiting there for hours, and by the end of it, you're both hot and drenched in sweat and dehydrated Chases body needs yours in a desperate, vulnerable way, and he only lets you see it.
But Xavier right there with a beer to his lips, and Chase doesn't care. He grunts like an animal, claws at your shirt, and curses as he tries to get in deeper.
You gasp. "Chase."
The couch springs squeak with every thrust.
Xavier watches, his lips wet from his seventh.. eighth? beer. The window above the couch is open and is letting in warm air.
Chase struggles not to come already, but he pounds you right between your legs, which shake on either side of him.
You've told Xavier about your sex life, a lot of the details, minus Chase, but you never expected him to watch. Except, you like it.
You like Chases assertiveness, his dominance. He's fucking you in Xavier’s house, on Xavier’s couch, in front of him. And he’s not doing anything about it because he knows Chase will win. And he likes to see you like this; vulnerable, sexy. Used for entertainment on his couch. Jokes on Chase, Xavier gets to see you like this.
It's hard to pull back your moans and gasps.
Chase has never fucked you this purposefully, like he's trying to prove a point. And it's rare that he doesn't talk to you, try to get you off, but Xavier is here. Normally, when you have sex like this, Chase talks to you, calls you names, compliments you especially when he's drunk.
You always give yourself to him, make any noise that bubbles up from inside you and let it out. It comes out now against your will, closer and closer.
Xavier finishes one beer and starts another. His eyes are all bleary, but he never takes them off of you. They fall to your breasts, to Chase inside you. Like he's fucking you, too.
"Chase" you beg.
He turns you so you're both on your sides facing each other. Chase lifts your leg so your thigh rests against his hip, and he keeps pounding you. There's no getting through to him now, he's too focused, too close.
You clutch onto Chase. His skin is warm beneath your palm, and in this corner of the room, backed up against the back of the couch with dust dancing in the sunlight that streams through the window above you, you feel safe. Protected.
You never thought Xavier might want to fuck you, but looking at the way he's looking at you, you think maybe he does. Maybe he has this whole time. Does Chase know that?
Chase is much too jealous and possessive a person to fuck you in front of Xavier if he knows
Xavier wants you. Or maybe that's why he's doing this. He's fed up that Xavier has been wanting to fuck you, so he fucks you to rub it in his face.
Chase goes faster, jack hammering up into you. He sinks his mouth into your neck, and you moan.
"Yes, keep going." You're too close to care now about Xavier, or what Chases purpose is, fucking you like this.
Chase wraps his leg around you to keep you close as he digs into you. You hold eye contact with Chase, who smirks back at you.
"Mmm, that feels so good." The confession spills out of you, and a high-pitched whine that both of them hear.
Xavier leans forward. Chase starts to break down then goes faster, as up into you as he can get, with his hand clamped down on your hip. Closer and closer, you let out more whines. Xavier adjusts himself, swallows his gulp of beer, licks his lips, and never takes his eyes off of you.
"You gonna come for me, ma?" Chase whispers, panting in your ear. His breath builds up, his skin damp with sweat.
He massages your clit, and all the petulance that's been buidling up inside you comes pouring out with a long, high-pitched whine. Chase quickly pulls out and cums on your stomach, jacks himself off until he's finished, then peels himself away. He picks up your clothes and covers you with them so Xavier doesn't see, but it's probably already too late.
Chase stands in front of you while you dress.
You feel like puddy, melted into the futon.
When you finish, Chase flops down beside you with an arm around the back of the couch. He gives a slight smile towards Xavier
Xavier starts another beer with a burp. "Now that that's out of the way." He tosses another beer to Chase.
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