Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x reader
Warnings: suggestive maybe?
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"You're doing great" Xavier praises as he watches you from a paint splattered stool a few feet away from you while you attempt at painting a landscape similar to his latest work. You were miserably failing, but Xavier was too kind to tell you.
"I need help" you say, admitting that you weren't doing well at all. "Painting's just not my thing. It's yours" you smile, complimenting his skills. "Hey, c'mon, you're doing really well. I'll help you, if you really want" he begins to get up from his spot on the stool, and makes his way over to you, looking down at you. "Do you want me to help you?" he asks, and you almost melt at the sound of his raspy voice. "Yes please" you barely are able to make out a whisper. "Well, since you said please... " he smirks, moving behind you and kneeling down. "I'll help guide your hand. just relax"
You get chills at the feeling of his large hand moving on top of yours, gripping onto the paintbrush. He helps guide your arm across the canvas, and he attempts at fixing the insanity you created. He eventually gets more comfortable and puts his free hand on your back, his breath ghosting on the back of your neck. You lick your lips. fuck, this was hot. The room is all to silent except for the sound of his breath and the brush against the board.
All of the sudden, he stops moving, and you furrow your eyebrows. "What-" he stands up, and you cut yourself off. What was he doing? He puts his fingers underneath your chin, and your stomach drops. And all of the sudden, his lips are on yours and your bodies are moving together. Holy shit.
YOU ARE READING
his muse ; reader imagines
Fanfiction𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝑀𝑈𝑆𝐸 ─ i'm absolutely obsessed with xavier thorpe so i've taken the liberty of making a reader insert imagines book with imagines i found on tumblr. none of these are mine. includes smut. enjoy!
