#ksuuvi

“Tell me how sorry you are for making me do this to you.”

bf!Xaviersobased x gf!fem!reader - smutshot

content info: 18+, mdni, afab/fem!reader, smut, p in v, slight daddy kink, slapping, established relationship

authors note: idc if this sucks smb needed to write for xav frl

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Really? This how you feelin? You bat your eyelashes, maintaining that look of faux innocence, almost playing dumb. “I don’t know why you're making such a big deal out of this; it’s just a stupid picture.” A stupid picture. He could almost strangle you. You can feel his glare on your body. His eyes, once doting and warm, are now cold as the arctic tundra. You both know you fucked up, you just can’t find it in yourself to admit it.

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The quiet of the room makes everything ten times tenser than it already is. “You fuck that nigga?” The silence shatters, and his words cut like knives straight through your back. How could he? Sure, you’d messed up a couple of times before, but you would never cheat on him–he knows that. Or at least you thought he did. “Excuse me?” You finally bridge the gap between the two of you. “You know you fucking heard me.” His hostile attitude finally makes you snap, “You know what your problem is? You’re an insecure little bitch that can’t stand the thought of me having fun without you.” You’re in his face now, and you can smell him. The backwood pinging your nostrils. You wait for him to say something. Anything. Inhaling his exhales like you're trying so hard to read his mind. “Oh, really?” his eventual remark almost turned you mental. You hated when he did that quiet thing. “Fuck you,” you spit out. But as you turn to walk away from him, something gets the best of you. Words forcing their way out of your throat. “And what if I did fuck him? It’s not like you have any time for me anymore anyway.”

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For the first time all night, you see him finally drop the nonchalant act. You knew he was mad before, but now you swear you can hear his teeth grinding against each other. For a while, you two just stand and stare at each other. You watch his eyes twitch every couple of seconds and the way his fingers flex. To be honest, you were a little scared, but unfortunately for you, pride is your vice. “C’mere.” You let his words settle in the air but remain quiet where you stand. “Come here.” You heard him the first time you, but don’t want to give in, still attempting stoicism. “Either you come here, or I come over there, and you won’t like it if I come over there.” Your legs go to jelly, and all your witty little comebacks get caught in your throat. You slowly step towards him, trying to pretend like his eye contact isn’t making you weak. Standing face-to-face with him makes your heart flutter a little. You try to look around, unable to hide how his gaze is affecting you. A loud “tch” sound shows his annoyance towards this. When you finally build up the courage to say something to him, you feel a soft but sharp force smack your left cheek. He slapped you. Not so hard, but still enough to make your head fuzzy.

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You blink up at him, lips parted in a delicate, lambish manner. He immediately goes to soothe the ache, caressing his hand over the stinging skin. You feel him slowly drag his thumb from your cheek to your bottom lip, stroking it before sliding his finger in. You instinctively close your lips around it and eagerly wait for what he’ll do next. “You know I don’t like doing that to you.” You feel his finger gently thrusting in and out of your mouth, lightly gagging you with his thumb. Saliva starts to pool around the base of his hand as he starts to drag the finger out of your mouth leisurely. You catch the tip of it in between your teeth before he can pull it out all the way. “Nasty little slut.” you hear him mutter under his breath. You open your mouth fully, releasing his thumb. All of a sudden, he steps forward and starts to walk past you. Confused, you turn to follow after him, but he just grabs your bicep and pulls. “Wait!” you yelp out as your slippers drag across the hardwood floors. “You wanna act all bad, I’ll show you bad.”

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After a few steps, you two end up inside your bedroom. He finally lets go of your arm, but only to then grab your hips, thrusting you onto the bed. You watch as he starts to unbuckle his belt, your LED lights making his big buckle sparkle. You watch how he takes the long piece of leather and wraps it around his hand. He pulls his shirt off, then he slowly starts to unbutton his dark jeans. You almost drool when he pulls them down, revealing the stiff, throbbing bulge underneath his boxers. He runs his hand over it, staring at you as he rubs himself. Your eyes follow his fingers as he hooks them under his waistband, tugging his underwear all the way down. His pretty dick springs out with a soft “fwap.” You can’t help but notice the way it bobs up and down as he makes his way onto the bed, caging you underneath him. He doesn’t say anything to you; he just tugs off your flimsy pajama shorts and throws them across the room. “Flip over,” you do as he says, yanking off your tank top in the process.

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Contains: Fem! Reader, fluff, smut, very slight angst.

Boyfriend Xaviersobased who…

Will come over to your place whenever he wants to see you — which is all the time. You’re lucky if you even get a heads up text, as most times he’ll just ring the doorbell and wait for your face to light up when you open the door.

Acts really cringe around you. Will adopt every cringe saying and mannerism you have and then repeat it to you fifteen times in a row. It always makes you laugh when you compare the way he acts around you to how he acts around his friends. He’ll stay nonchalant and cool for the entire day, and then bring out the horrible cringe when you’re alone.

Loves to bond with you over shared hobbies and tastes. He’ll ramble on with you about a clothing brand he loves, an artist who’s been on repeat, upcoming shows he wants to see, video games he cherishes, and which moves he wants to learn on his skateboard. He’s always been the type to have to form a bond with somebody in order to fully love and trust them, and he’s certainly done that with you.

Thinks over everything equally and respectfully. Yes, he likes to spoil you, especially when he has the means to do it. No, he won’t give you the queen treatment all the time. As much as he likes to be the ‘man’ in the relationship, he enjoys and appreciates it when everything is dealt with equally. Sometimes you pay, sometimes he does. And yes, you go all out on his birthdays and special events. He likes to be treated out as much as you do, and you respect that.

He’s very down to earth, which also makes him quite honest. When he needs to get something off his chest, he’ll do it. When you have a stupid or dangerous plan, he’ll speak up against it. When you’re dressed in a way that’ll end in an uncomfortable situation in the middle of New York City, he’ll warn you or ask that you change — for your own sake. But, he never really speaks out against you, you and him are both just as sensible and responsible, that’s another reason you both just click.

He loves you for you, not just because you’re pretty — or feminine. Whether you’re wearing a skirt or jorts, whether you look put together or crusty. Although he loves to look at you all prettied up, for him that’s just a bonus. As being with you, getting to witness your personality shine, your humor crack him up, just seeing you express yourself and be yourself to the fullest is more than enough for him. And honestly, he doesn’t mind when you’re dressed a bit more masculine.

Genuinely can’t keep his hands to himself. He’ll always be touching you, a hand on your thigh, head on your shoulder, arm around your waist. He always invites you to be touchy and affectionate towards him, and you do the same. You two are in love, and the world around you is allowed to know. But you never do it to show off, it’s always just small gestures that say enough. Your relationship is for you, not for anyone else.

Is super nervous to meet your parents, but hits it off with them instantly. He’d dressed up nicely, helped you bake something, and brought both your parents presents, yet he was still bouncing his leg up and down nervously in the drivers seat, car parked outside your parents house. All that was for nothing, as your parents welcomed him with open arms — like you’d suspected they’d do. Xavier hit it off with them, and has ever since. He’s always invited to family events, and your parents always like to support his music career.

Spams you with Instagram reels. He’ll send you up to a hundred videos before you finally start watching them. They’re all random ‘legendary reel pulls’ or reels having to do with music and games. He’ll for sure ask you to watch all the videos, knowing most of them are bullshit.

Likes to drag you around everywhere. Once he’s gotten used to having you around, he can’t do without you. He’ll bring you to the studio, to his hangouts, to his events and concerts, and even to work related meetings. It’s good that you manage to get along with nearly everybody, so his friends want you around, too. Best believe he’s clingy, but in the silent loving way.

Can be whoever you want him to be. And that applies to anything and everything. You want to be mad? He’ll take it. You want him to he gentle? He will. Whether he has to be protective or dismissive, cool or cringe, calm or tense; he can, and will be anything you ask of him. And that includes in the bedroom. You decide how you want to have him, and that’s a condition he created for you. For him it doesn’t matter at all, so why not leave it up to you? He’ll try whatever new move you want to test out, he’ll change pace or intensity mid-way, and he’ll never complain. It’s not necessarily a miracle, you just have a boyfriend who’s never complaining when it comes to touching your body.

Doesn’t get screaming angry, but is still difficult to argue with. You always spot it in the intensity of his eyes, just how angry he is. He’ll never tell you, he’s a very silently angry type. He quickly gives up on having a proper conversation, just sighing or walking away from the argument. It’s only when you force him to sit down and speak that you get somewhere in your discussion. But until then, Xavier will be huffing and puffing in quiet anger.

Actually offers useful opinions on your outfits and nails. Most ‘feminine’ things regular men lack in, Xavier doesn’t. He doesn’t only offer great advice on your clothing, but he actually suggests new pieces to buy, which designs to put on your nails, how to style your hair. It isn’t advice that you’d get from fashion designers of course, but even a simple nod or hum is enough sometimes.

Likes it when you dress up for him. What you wear out to walk the streets of New York doesn’t even matter to him, it’s what you wear at night. The lace and the bows. The special colours you pick, the thought process behind it. He knows you picked a set specifically, and so he’ll cherish your body in that same specific way.

Could spend all night treating you like the gentlest princess or the most passionate lover in the world. When he wants to — and can spend his time on you, he will. Foreplay is the main play when it comes to him, and hours of it is exactly what he craves. The first time you discovered his passion for making love was like getting your own slice of heaven. You can confidently say there’s no sexual frustration between you two… unless you’d specifically asked him to treat you aggressively.

Has become so comfortable around you that it’s hard to imagine you gone. You’re always going to be his girlfriend, even if that title doesn’t stand true anymore. If you’d ever break up, which he’d thought about before, he’s sure you’d get back together after a while. You just click so perfectly, and whether or not this is forever, he needs it now.

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A/n: Just a quick post honestly! On vacation currently so I won’t be working on my fics as much, but just know there’s pt. 2’s in the making of previous fics :)

This is my painting of Che from October for my painting class!