his muse ; reader imagines

Heat ~

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Werewolf!fem!reader

Warnings: mild smut, kinda soft dom!xavier

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You really thought you had taken your suppressants at the beginning of the month.

With a fever running at about one hundred and ten degrees, beads of sweat running down your temples and a torturous ache between your legs, you nimbly got up to inform your professor of your dilemma. Shocked, she was quick to let you run back to your dorm room where you were now, moaning loudly into your pillow while your fingers stayed inside your cunt.

"Fuck" you whimpered, so close to your third orgasm since you left class when your phone dinged. You closed your eyes, trying to ignore it, but it dinged again, and again, and again.

"What the fuck?!" you shouted in anger, about to tell whoever the culprit was to fuck off before your phone started ringing.

xavi ❤️

Your breath cut short.

You were so transfixed on your own heat matters that you didn't even inform him of what happened. You missed four classes, two of which he was in. He was probably on edge the entire day.

Trying to smooth out your hair and pretend you had clothes on, you answered the facetime call. Your pussy throbbed at the sight of his worried face, his hair in that perfect half up-half down style that always made you fold.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes roaming over your appearance in the frame. You swallowed. "I didn't see you in class and Bianca said you ran out of math looking really sick"

"I'm fine" you croak out, your voice hoarse. You could tell he noticed by the way his expression twisted up even more. "Just a fever, I guess..."

"A fever?" he muttered, looking off in thought. "Okay. I'm gonna bring you some medicine and soup. I'll be there in 10 minutes"

"Xavier, no-" you tried to shout, but the phone call was already cut off.

Groaning, you let your body collapse against your bed. There was no way you wouldn't jump his bones as soon as you saw him. You cursed the fact that you had such a thoughtful, lovesick boyfriend who wanted to be by your side at all times. He acted more like a husband than your boyfriend at times.

You could tell he was close due to your heightened sense of smell; the faint scent of an expensive, diluted cologne wafting through the wooden door of your dorm. Nearly shaking, you eased some sweatpants up your legs and a hoodie before making your way to the door, opening it as soon as he arrived in front of it.

"Hey" he greeted you warmly, a white plastic bag in his left hand. "I brought your stuff"

"Thank you... " you said quietly, reaching out to take it — but his hand stretched up as far it could towards the ceiling. This caused you to look up at him in irritation and once you did, he firmly gripped your chin with two fingers, peering down at you.

Your eyes widened. "Y/n, what's wrong? Seriously. I know what a fever looks like and this definitely isn't it"

Your heartbeat started to race at his question, the stupid wolf in your brain scratching to come to the surface. "Xavier, you need to go-"

He laughed like that was the dumbest thing you've ever said, easily pushing past you to walk inside your dorm. Your fists clenched. you couldn't stand him being this close to you, looking all sexy and perfect and—like that.

"I talked to Enid" he started, looking over his shoulder at you. "She said you might be going through some sort of cycle. Like a period but worse"

You sighed. That girl couldn't keep her mouth shut for the life of her. "It's called a heat, Xavi... "

"So what? Do you need me to fuck you? Is that it?" he asked innocently, eyebrows raised once he turned to face you. The bluntness of the question had your fists clenching. "You could've just said that instead of not coming to class. I would've ditched with you-"

"It's not just-normal sex, Xavier!" you shouted, his eyes wide at your sudden exclamation. "It's like a... a primal thing. I can't let you fuck me because I'm going to end up hurting you."

"You do know I'm like, way taller and stronger than you, right?"

"Me? maybe. But not my wolf" you shook your head, not meeting his eyes as you walked towards the door. "Leave, Xavi. I'll be better in a few days"

You heard footsteps towards you and thought he was actually going to do what you asked, but instead, his fingers found your chin again to lift your head up just the right amount for him to kiss you. It was slow at first, but as the seconds ticked by his mouth started moving faster against your own, stealing every objection you had away.

The tall boy spun you around, walking you towards your bed and slotting his long body between your legs. The rational side of you was screaming that this was a bad idea but fuck, you wanted him so bad.

"Let me help you" he whispered, against your lips, his hand reaching down to shove it into your pants, two fingers softly pinching your aching clit that had you immediately moaning in need. "That's what you need right now, isn't it? Need someone to fuck this heat out of you"

His words made you snap. In a couple of quick, swift seconds, your werewolf strength rose to the surface and you were gripping the collar of his black tee, forcing him down against the bed. You crawled on top of him, letting your crotch fall against his and grind forward, his bulge rubbing right up against the spot you need him most.

"Mm, fuck" you whimpered against his lips, having enough of the slow pace as your grinding took no time in getting faster and more feverish. He was just as affected, unable to keep his eyes open for too long, pressing right up against your bare pussy through the layers of clothes you both had on. You were already getting too hot, sitting up to yank your sweatshirt off of your body, head falling when Xavier's hands reached out to grab at your tits, squeezing them in his palms.

"You gonna use me baby?" he asked, his eyes glazed over as he sat up, sucking a dark mark on the side of your neck. "Gonna use me to make yourself feel better?"

"Yes. Yes, please" you gasped out, curling your hands tightly in his hair. "God Xavier, I'm gonna come... "

He smiled lazily at you, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. The beauty of such gentle actions sent you over the edge, the wetness seeping through your sweats and turning the grey dark. He helped you through it with hands on your waist, panting hard as he collapsed back against the bed.

"How many rounds do we have to go for you to break out of this thing?"

You chuckled breathlessly at him, letting him lie you down against his body, perked nipples rubbing against his shirt. "Dunno.. maybe ten or so"