#vine asks

the teasing xavier had in him was insane. it was driving you insane. the touches that were so close to where you needed him and the needy breaths on your neck were too much.

he knew you had a thing for him, he liked to abuse that. you knew he felt the same, you liked to let him abuse what he knew. it was normal for him to tease you, usually not enough to get you riled up.

until today.

everything he did felt oh-so extreme. those little touches left imaginative flames on your body. every enunciated word he spoke seemed to out a vision in your mind of him filling you to the brim, like he was implanting it there. his smirks drew out the blood in your cheeks every time.

the second you got to your dorm, your pants and underwear found the floor and your body was plowed into bed. you needed to alleviate everything from the day.

your fingers quickly found your swollen clit, a familiar spot. not surprised to find yourself practically dripping with everything, you went to work.

rubbing circles into your most sensitive, needy area, and trying to hush the moans spilling from your lips, everything was coming together. imagining xavier taking your place and talking to you while he brought you to the best orgasm of your life.

“xay,” you whined to yourself, maybe too loud, “please, let me cum. xavi, please-“

“yes, princess? oh-“

you jumped up and threw your blanket over your bottom half. “shit, xavier! knock!”

“well, i did,” he said, and you could see his eyes darken, “when i heard my name, i just assumed-“

“fuck. you have shit timing.”

“no, no, i think i’m here at just the right time,” he said, reaching for your blanket and smirking in that classically dark way. “let me help you?”

“what? xay- you’re-“

“i’m what, princess? don’t insult me, you know what i just heard.” he’d removed the blanket carefully but quickly and already worked to position himself between your thighs. “do you know how badly i’ve wanted this? to taste you?”

you squirm and start to move around, but he stops you by reaching around your thighs. “if you really don’t want this, say so. i’ll stop.”

“you know i want it.”

“then what am i waiting for?” he asks, moreso to himself, and licks a swift stripe between your folds. you hissed at the feeling, but he groaned.

your hands tugged at his long hair, making him moan into you again. the vibration did nothing but help the sensations his tongue was bringing you. his tongue had easily replaced where your fingers were before as if he knew. he flitted at and suctioned around your bundle, watching what made you react the most. xavier smiled with every movement and sound you made, mumbling things you couldn't recognize against your cunt.

"fuck, xavier," you said as he brought a finger in and out of your entrance. your fingers tightened on his blonde strands, and his movements became stronger. "god, i'm gonna cum."

he nodded against you, maybe because he could feel it. maybe because he wanted you to. either way, you feel a band, tighter than ever before, snap inside your belly. It all washes over you so comfortably but so fast. it's better than ever before.

xavier cleans you up by licking your juices off your thighs and cunt, sweetly, like it needs it.

when he comes up, finally done, and getting ready to get a towel and really clean you up, he's sweaty and pretty. his chin and mouth glisten and he has no care in the world.

"you taste so good, princess. i don't know how i ever went without that."

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