his muse ; reader imagines

Slow down ~

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x reader

Warnings: cussing, handjob, p in v, riding

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For the past few weeks you had been hooking up with some boy. And by some boy I mean, Xavier Thorpe. 6'2 in height, messy brown hair that hung just at his shoulders. Larger blue eyes, slender body and contagious smile.

You didn't think it'd happen. But you were alone at your new school. He happened to be there and it went on from there. He even took advantage of the time he had with you; sneakily leading you into a janitors closet after class to leave you both a moaning mess.

Somehow managing to sneak into a shower with you. Almost got caught in a darkened classroom once too. Yes, it was quite risky. But he liked the rush as much as you did. 

And when you two first started hooking up, he introduced you to everyone in the friend group. Including Tyler, the one he hadn't liked so much. They had a rough past and Xavier couldn't stand to forgive him for it. He played as nice as he could. Until he found Tyler sneaking into any scene that you were in.

And god, who knew how jealous a Thorpe could get? He'd take any chance to correct Tyler on where his place was. Meaning a few steps from you and no skin to skin contact. But Galpin's secretly loved to play games. He'd brush his hand against yours sometimes. Grab a hold of you alone as if he had something private to tell you. And it was all in front of him.

And that's precisely why Xavier hates him. Not only is he unable to be a decent human being. He's also incapable of standing his own ground with someone he's possessive over.

"You know I didn't like seeing you two together" He speaks up after laying under you.

You sigh while you adjust yourself, knees around his thighs as he looks into your eyes. His scent of cinnamon and apples lingers through your nostrils. His hair also laid back onto the black fluffy pillow beneath him.

You clear your throat. "You're right, I do know. But... I can't reject his attention. I'm not that kind of person" Your arms are crossed, pushing up against your bra.

He huffs in response. "You can be every kind of person. I've seen and been around it myself" Xavier reaches his hand over and brushes it against the side of your bare arm. He feels the soft and warm surface of your skin.

"Can't tell if that was supposed to be an insult or compliment Mr. Thorpe"

"Maybe both" His eyebrows raise for a quick moment and you can immediately sense he's joking.

You shake your head in annoyance. And he follows the sight of your hands as they slide his sweatpants to the end of his thighs. A small bit of excitement surges through him. A woman that takes the lead is quite attractive to Xavier.

You mess with his waistband, trailing the fingertips against the band border. As you do so, he glides his hands to your ass, giving it a tight and possibly firm squeeze.

"He was staring at your ass" Xavier interrupts again. Clearly his jealousy is still present. Why not spark a little something?

A quiet chuckle leaves your mouth. Your tongue tracing over your lower lip. "What can I say? It's nice. At least he didn't act on his thoughts of it"

A large amount of air is inhaled from his nose. He's biting on the inside of his cheek.

"Fuck you. You know how I feel about that shit, okay?" He lifts his head up while his brows furrow.

This time you return silence. You're over it. A little something should shut him up. Your fingers pull the waistband down, revealing his length.

Suddenly, you wrap your hand around him, giving a few slow strokes. Xavier's expression from before seems to have dropped; his head also along with it, hand gripped around your arm now.

"That's... " His words trail off to a small hum. "Good"

A small smile appears on your face. His soft words bring a small sensation to your stomach. Your thumb and index finger form a O around his slightly leaking tip. Then creating fast circular motions around it. He lets out a struggled breath, tightly shutting his eyes closed.

"Shit. Slow down—" He curses in small pleasure. His shoulders tense up then his grip around you growing tighter. Immediately, you let go of him and slowly lift yourself up some more to align with his tip. His eyes open to gain sight of your leading again. You grab a hold of him, lowering yourself on his length. His hands snap to your hips, squeezing the skin harshly as his thoughts loosen up a bit.

You let out a relieved sigh. A light and soft wave climbs up from your thighs to breasts. The feeling of him inside you is unforgettable every time. You come to think if you'll ever get tired of it. 

You carefully push your hips back then right into his direction. Another sensation you feel. Xavier raises his head up again, but with his jaw hanging in awe. His hands grasp the curves at your sides harder. Creating a burning touch to your skin.

You continue the same rocking motion as before but to the pace of your liking. Which builds a stronger feeling through your body as well as his. Your nipples are growing harder through your bra. The cold air is hard to breathe in as well. Xavier's scent still filling your nostrils.

You place your hands on top of his, guiding him to rock your curves harder on him. Xavier struggles though, and only makes out a few rocks. He lowers his head back down before stopping himself from motioning you any further.

You're only able to make out a few words for a second. "So — do I ride Tyler like this now?"

Xavier closes his jaw before speaking. He creates a hum, indicating his no as a response. "Hmmm, just me. Please let it be only me"

He faintly chuckles after his words, trying to catch his breath and still focused in his pleasure.

"That's right, just you Xavier" You say, nodding your head reassuringly.

Your response makes him bite roughly on his wet and pink lip.

You rock your hips at a faster pace. Slipping your hand into the front of your panties. Creating a slow motion on your clit, driving your pleasure to more satisfaction. Xavier admires how good you're making yourself feel. It turns him on to where his skin begins to grow hot. A slight redness appearing to his cheeks.

"Fuck — you're driving me crazy" He huffs while trying to catch his breath.

You continue rocking yourself as you love hearing his deeper voice. It relieves you.

After a few more motions you easily slip your hand back out of your panties. Placing both of your hands on his bare chest that's heaving up and down. It's soft, warm which brings a certain comfort to your body. 

His hands begin to rock your sides again. Strongly now, without struggle. He's close and needs you. He always seems to push himself through the pressure whenever he is.

"Please make me come" Xavier asks nicely, then opening his mouth for no words to come out. You move your eyes to his, which helps him. "Do it"

"Please"

"Please"

"Please" He whispers over and over. His begging makes your stomach twist. He hated begging most of the time, yet you loved it when he did. And he'd do anything for you whether you asked or not.

So you decide to fulfil his and your needs. Your hips begin to move at a rougher and faster pace. Causing Xavier to furrow his brows in concentration. Your mouth opens in neediness.

Skin grows hotter, parts aching and orgasm almost reaching it's point. You moan quietly, softly and Xavier follows after you but with a light groan. His eyes shut tightly along with yours. The strong wave hits the both of you. Causing a louder moan from you, and a groan from him.

"Holy shit—" you quietly whisper. A smile appears on him and your mouth follows.