Dessert (Xavier x reader)
"You taste so sweet, my love."
summary: you're watching a cooking show and Xavier wants his dessert. You, more specifically.
tags: 18+/MDNI 🔞, established relationship, period sensitivity, explicit sexual content, domestic fluff, Xavie is low-key whipped, kissing, teasing, nipple stimulation, grinding
wc: 1.1k
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It was nearing the end of the cooking show you were both watching, and Xavier readjusts himself on the couch. His weight is on top of you, arms wrapped around your waist and back.
Today’s challenge was all about deserts. The contestants were allowed to make anything, as long as it was sweet.
As the judges were tasting the dishes, you couldn’t help but notice that Xavier’s face was getting dangerously close to your breasts. The kind of night it was, your top wasn’t on properly, some of the fabric had moved down your chest. The tip of his nose just nudges against your soft skin, milky and warm, holding him close.
You try to ignore his face being that close to your chest. His mouth being close to your chest. And you certainly try to ignore him biting his lip.
Xavier wasn’t doing it on purpose, you tell yourself as he moves gently to get more closer to you, he was just relaxing on you, getting more comfortable. No need to be… so worked up over it.
The judges taste all the dishes, and the worst dish is sent home - made by a very regretful and embarrassed looking contestant.
Xavier says your name, and you almost jump.
“Yes Xavie?”
He raises his eyes to look at you, cheek resting against your chest. “All these deserts… and I still haven’t had mine.”
You blush and shake your head at his shamelessness, wanting to tell him there was still some Portuguese tarts left over. But you knew he wasn’t talking about any dish. He was talking about you.
“X-xavier…” you start, not sure what you should say.
He just stares at you gently with those calm eyes, inviting you in softly.
Xavier's hand raises, sliding his fingertips along your body. When we knows it's okay, the pads of his thumbs find and circle your nipples, already raised and sensitive. Extra sensitive because your period was coming soon, and of course Xavier knew that. It made him want to suck on your tits more, just knowing they were extra sensitive, and you would cling to him more. He raises his head fully off your chest and stares at you, waiting.
“Can I please have some dessert?”
“Mmhm,” you nod, not entirely sure what he was meaning, but at this point you didn’t care. You needed something from him that was more than his tantalising touch against your skin.
You let him come closer, mouth finding your own as you lay back on the couch. Xavier's lips were warm, relaxing you even further. If that was even possible by this point. Him being a weighted blanket was enough.
After a moment of bated breath, his head bobs down slowly towards your chest, ears tinged slightly pink as he nuzzles himself into your chest.
He brings a careful hand to caress a nipple, as the tip of his nose moves to circle the other. You let out a breath, moving your chest away from him, but as you take another breath it moves your chest closer to his face. Xavier pulls down the fabric a little with his fingers, pressing his body into your touch more, legs intertwined.
“Could you hold me while I do?” He asks gently, looking up at you once again.
“Of course… come here.” You gently cradle his head with the inside of your elbow, bringing him closer. If that was even possible at this point.
He tugs your shirt down more and closes his eyes. His lips part, and you carefully guide your nipple to his mouth. You watch him the whole time, and even though you’re expecting the contact, his wet tongue still sends a shiver of pleasure through you. You draw back from his lips, letting out a soft pop. Xavier just waits, mouth open for you to come closer again.
Xavier breathes so gently as his tongue swirls across your now hard nipple before gently tugging on it. Your body arches against his, and you run your fingers through his hair. He lets out a satisfied noise, and you continue to hold him against you, breathing hard.
He gives you a meaningful look, as if to say a thank you, before his gaze turns back to your body. He eventually latches on fully, gently sucking your nipple. Seeing him so concentrated on you only drove you more insane. You tried looking absentmindedly at the tv that was now rerunning a random sitcom. The characters and plot were lost to you, distracted fully by Xavier and his mouth, so you turn back to him and close your eyes.
He hums softly as you gently caress his jawline, face and scalp.
Xavier increases the intensity, sucking harder and harder until you think you can’t take it anymore, to the point of squirming, before he pulls back again. You let out a moan before your body decides it wants more and your legs start squeezing around his thigh.
He takes a second to remove his hand, instead finding your lower back as he pulls your hips up on his thigh. The contact makes you moan and Xavier looks at you, lost in your eyes. He kisses you gently on the mouth. Gently but messily, mouth already slick from his own saliva, from sucking your skin.
“You taste so sweet, my love.”
Holding the back of his head, he goes back to sucking on your chest, leaving small blooms of colour in his wake. Small cute purple kisses trailing up to your neck and down to your rib cage.
That was when you knew you would be here on the couch all night, absolutely and entirely in Xavier’s hands and capable mouth, intent on worshipping you.
Breathlessly, you move against his leg. It provided just enough friction for your clit to be stimulated but it wasn’t enough. You move closer to him, reaching down your underwear, adjusting, before pressing against him again. You try to stifle the noise you make, being pressed against him fully, and your clit being that much more sensitive.
“Xavie?” You whisper, “what do you rate your dessert?”
You both lock eyes and laugh, indulging in a honest moment of intimacy.
“My star… you’re perfect. A ten out of ten.”
Xavier whispers into your ear what he plans to do with you tonight, words anything but innocent. It was steeped in a raw, mature need.
You let out a small whimper as he kisses your temple, before moving back to sucking your tits.
This was going to be a long night and you weren’t about to complain. Instead you cradle his head in your arms and close your eyes, giving in completely to his touch.
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a/n: my late night Xavier thoughts brought me to this... could you tell? haha
