#flat chest and with no subtlety all of a sudden belly sticking out at like a right angle bro 😭

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whoever said tank binders make ur hips look smaller ur going to hell

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Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch Me - Xavier x Fem!Reader

So… I have a very long Spotify playlist full of songs that are fueling my inspiration to write about… stuff…

Go Easy on me, this is my first Cody rodeo and I have not written for a few years. Also, English isn’t my first language …

Description: You went to watch the Rocky Horror Picture Show with your friend Montana and a couple of her male friends. Everyone expected you to be the Janet of the group and Xavier is lucky enough to be your Rocky.

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, soft Xavier, sorta cuteness, virgin!Reader

You had just went to see the Rocky Horror Show with Montana, your flatmate, as well as a handful of her friends you had been hanging out with here and there when there was nowhere else to crash. You tucked your jacket closed over the sequinned bustier to protect your skin from the cold night’s air and then you hoisted yourself in your friend’s Van, your body still trembling from the “post show high”.

Gushing over the mind blowing performance that unfolded in front of you with Montana, the both of you dressed as Columbia and Magenta from the show. Her friend Xavier, driving his weed infused van in a very safe costume of Brad Majors, tried to jump in the conversation occasionally made the both of you giggle, amazed that he even enjoyed the show in comparison to Chet, wearing a pair of bright gold boxers shorts and boots. “I’m dropping you at your flat, ladies?” Xavier asked, pushing a giggle out of your blond friend’s throat.

“No thanks, X! I promised Chet I’ll go back to his’ if he came over as Rocky” she replied, earning a cheeky look back from the buff brunette. “alright then! I’ll drop both of you first then get Y/N back” the driver fed back, giving you a glace through the rear view mirror. Your flatmate giggled again at the sight of the look you just received, literally poking fun at you by digging her finger in your exposed thigh repeatedly. You had confessed to her that you were not indifferent to the blue eyed man ever since you saw him walk in the apartment and she had been trying to push you to jump on every occasion you ever had.

The adrenaline from the live performance  made your mind spin and all of a sudden, 20 minutes flashed in a heartbeat and the next thing you knew, Chet and Montana were dropped to his flat and you were on your way to yours. A comfortable silence fell upon the both of you, only broken down by the soft voice of Xavier.

“so, you enjoyed the show, didn’t you? -Yeah! It was amazing! I’m disappointed you didn’t wear some garters and thigh highs, you replied in a laugh. - Believe me, sweet thing, you wouldn’t have been able to handle it if I came as a Transvestite. I should be even more surprised you dressed as Columbia. - And who did you think I was going to dress up as? - We all expected you to wear one of these mid length dress and a velvet headband and be the Janet of the group, Xavier teased, flashing you a half smile, I’m kinda disappointed as well to be honest.”

The soft buzz of the adrenaline started to wear off slowly as you kept some small talks  with your driver. The familiar lobby of your flat came into view once you took the left turn at the junction and the soft hum of the engine was the only thing you could hear as the van parked up in front of the large glass double doors, the gentle glow of the neon lights from within lighting up half of the street.

You jumped out of the van, looking up at the building you called home. You heard Xavier shift the gear stick and you suddenly turned to face his passenger window, placing your hands on the open door frame, popping your head down into view and earning a surprised, but anticipating look from his stormy blue eyes. “Do you want to come up for a coffee or something?” you asked in a somewhat whisper.

You thought you saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed a gulp he was holding on to without his own knowledge. He silently took your offer and pulled his handbrake back up, pushing the gears back in neutral and turning off the ignition, withdrawing his keys and shoving them in his back pocket. He stepped out of his car while you retrieved your own pair of keys, shoving them in the lock of the glass door leading into the lobby.

You stepped in  the warmer inside of the apartment complex, holding the door wide open for Xavier, trailing behind you. “Thank you for the invite, by the way”, he reminded himself while you pushed the elevator button. The soft voice sounding appreciative to receive a caffeine boost to fuel the rest of his drive home. You  climbed in the lift, pressing number 3 and ascending to your flat, guiding your blond friend through the hallways of the building.

Pushing the keys to your apartment and opening the door for the both of you to come in, the comfortable silence growing steadily heavy from the moment you stepped out of the car. You navigated to the kitchen, grabbing a cup and preparing your coffee machine to pour a hot brew for your friend, the conversation peaking up about life and summer projects for the upcoming months. You poured his cup and, as he walked your way to retrieve the mug, you catch a drift of his smell. Was it his cologne that triggered that sharp tug in your stomach? Or maybe was it his pheromone filled sweat causing your hormones to spin and coil through your body?

You passed the cup to him, your fingers brushing against his, sending a shock of electricity down your spine. The feeling must have been mutual as he jolted slightly at your touch, trying to pas it off as simple static electricity. You exchanged a shy smile, totally unaware of what that feeling piling up in your belly means. You caught yourself staring at his fingers, letting your gaze winder down his arm, up the crook of his neck and onto his face, a somewhat surprised look on his face. He cocked up his brow as he noticed your lingering stare.

The subtlety of the head tilt and the slow leaning towards you took you by surprise, Xavier’s face resting but a few inches from you. “Next time we go, you should be dressing up as Janet so we can match, Y/N, I think it suits you better”, his soft voice whispered as you recoiled back shyly, deepening the space between your faces. You were convinced your flushed cheeks could radiate enough heat to warm up some omelet. The waft of his body hit your nose again and you closed your eyes, taking it all in.

He was right tho. You were Janet. Shy and only ever ever felt the soft pressure of a pair of lips against yours. But he was far from being Brad, at least from what you’d ever seen of him. The split second it took for Xavier’s words to escape his mouth seemed to last a lifetime. You parted your lips to speak but was cut off by him.

“ I’m sorry, I didn’t think Montana was lying… She told you you kinda had a thing for me, he kicked back, straightening himself fully. - No it’s- It’s okay, don’t worry. - I’ll have a word with her, i’m really sorry for making you feel uncomfortable. - Please, don’t… She wasn’t-She wasn’t lying, you stuttered, aligning your shoulders parallel to his. I’m just being awkward… I’ve never had someone come back home with me before.”

He looked away, the cold shroud of relief making his shoulders drop. He sighed in contempt and looked down at you, speckles of red staining his cheeks at the realization of the situation. Xavier placed the warm mug on the counter and shook his hands while stepping back. “Just because we’re into each other, doesn’t mean we have to do anything, ‘kay Y/N?” the blond one exhaled, his eyes widening once more “Sorry, I didn’t mean it this way! All I’m saying is that I’d love to just hang out with you” his voice stumbled in confusion as he brought his hands to the either sides of his head.

You softly chuckled, walking away from the kitchen counter and kicking off your shoes as well as jacket by the front door. A pair of slender arms linked around your waist and there it was again. That pulling coil binding itself to your core as his sweet aroma enveloped you. His lips attached themselves to your temple and for a second, it looked like he was taking in your scent as well. You tensed up to his touch, not used to this sort of attention.  “I’m really sorry, Y/N, I just can’t help myself” his voice trembled against your skin, your hands shyly exploring the skin of his arms and resting on top of his calloused fingers. Goosebumps covered your skin when his lips landed against your cheekbone, releasing his digits from yours to graze the supple skin of your face.

His warm knuckles gently tilted your chin towards him, sinking in the ocean blue of his eyes. “Can I?” he whispered, his gaze trailing between your lips and your eyes. You gently nodded, twisting your body gently to rest in front of him. A sharp inhale inflated his lungs, his sight fixating itself upon your lips before he closed his eyelids, the plump and soft flesh of his lips gingerly landing upon yours, holding your chin and letting his other hand travel from your waist up to the sweet spot in between your shoulder blades, gently pressing his chest against yours. You slender fingers landed on his back, returning the kiss as your lips softened against his.

The cold air landed across your lips as he pulled away from your kiss. The burning tingling caused by the sweet embrace of your mouths spread through your chest , covering your arms in many more goosebumps than the previous touch, Xavier’s fingers shyly exploring the raised bumps on your arms. “are you cold sweetheart?” he asked, tilting his head to the side like the most adorable puppy. You shook your head no, looking down to his lips again, silently asking for more. “I’ve never felt like this before, the last kiss I ever received was during a stupid game of spin the bottle when I was 14”, you admitted.

It suddenly dawned onto him, straightening up once more. You adverted his gaze, feeling embarrassed of yourself. “Never…?” he breathed out, a certain level of concern booming in his voice. You sheepishly shook your head , trying your best to hide the flustered look on your face only to look up and fall once more in the deep sea of his eyes before he hesitantly planted another kiss against your lips, this one deeper and more desperate.

You softly whimpered against his mouth, pulling him a couple of steps back, backing yourself against the wall behind you. Following your lead, Xavier pushed one step further, pressing you against the concrete as his nose brushed yours, cocking his head to the side. Hormones filling up the air around you both, you trailed your hands from his back up to his neck, allowing your other palm to lose itself in his hair, the air growing thicker with a need for more.

He suddenly pulled back, shaking himself out of his burning state. His face somewhat twisted in a state of confusion. In this instant, you could read through him like an open book and doubt was the only thing written on his blank chapter. His frantic eyes looked around for some sort of confirmation that he was far from making a mistake and the only thing he found was your worried eyes and your fingers pressed against your own lips as if you were trying to retain the burning sensation of his own mouth pressed flushed on yours. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to…” he panicked before your hands wrapped themselves around the collar of his shirt, pulling him once more in a kiss, this time more heated and passionate then ever before.

You could feel your heart pumping in your chest, threatening to burst out at any second, his lips opening shortly after contact was made, his tongue splitting your mouth open and searching for yours. Following the only lead of your instinct and pushing your own out, deepening the heated embrace with a soft whimpering escaping your throat. Your digits slide on his shoulders, peeling off his jacket and letting it drop to the floor before the kiss was broken again but this time, his lips trailed down from yours down to your jaw, gently nipping at your skin and sliding off to your neck.

Heavily breathing against his chest, you started to feel that burning heat moving from your heart all the way down to your belly and to rest between your thighs. This times, it was you who pulled off of him, a lonely tear building up from your eye and rolling down your cheek.

“Hey, it’s okay, Xavier reassured you, pushing you in a tight hug. - I’m frightened, you breathed out, suddenly confusing panic with arousal. I don’t know what’s happening. - Shh, sweetheart, it’s alright, I’ve got you.”

His fingers laced themselves in your Y/H/C hair, cooing and shushing you softly and walking you towards the couch gently. Xavier sat you down on the sofa and retrieved an empty cup of water for you, finding a spot by your side. “I’m not sure what is happening” you confessed, your fingers trembling before you reached for his, looking up to meet his eyes, silently begging for one more hungry kiss. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop if we carry on, Y/N” Xavier admitted, rubbing his forehead with his free hand and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t think i would want you to stop, Xavier”. He lunged for your lips, laying you down impossibly gently against the pillows of your couch. Once more, his tongue seeked yours, this time fighting for dominance while his hips dug between yours. You shyly reached up and started to unbutton his shirt before his fingers wrapped around yours, making you rip it open, too eager to be able to feel more of your skin against his. The fabric of his shirt flew off of his body to fall on the floor. You pulled away from his lips “Not in here, please… I don’t want Montana to walk in on us…” you whimpered under him, the heat between your thighs growing hotter by the second.

He chuckled softly, getting back on his feet and pulling you up against his chest, placing a soft peck on your lips. “Lead me where you want me” he whispered in your ear, making the flustered stains on your cheeks grow more intense, your fingers tangling with his and guiding him to your bedroom. Leaving the door open behind the both of you, Xavier pressed his exposed chest against yours, his fingers looking for the zipper on the sequinned bustier covering your torso. Pulling it down a handful of teeth, he looked back at you, searching for any doubts in your eyes, finding only passion and envy. “Y/N, promise me you will not regret this”, he inquired while pressing his forehead to yours. “I would hate myself if you were to regret this”, he cooed, his free hand cupping your cheek. Tugging on your heart strings, your instinct pulled your forward, planting a soft kiss against his lips, your hands gathering by the buckle of his belt to pry it open.

An adorable smirk lingered on his lips as he pulled down the zipper, making you shiver as the cold air of your bedroom assaulted the soft skin of your chest, now exposed. Letting your top collapse to the grown, the blond’s fingers hooked themselves underneath your thighs, gently pulling you up and pushing your legs around his waist. His feet carried you both to the bed, pushing you against the mattress. You both took part in another heated kiss, begging for more in short bursts of whimpers and groans, his fingers now discovering your body, caressing your shoulders then your clavicle, ribs and finally making their way up against your breasts, ripping our a moan from you.

Xavier pulled off of your mouth and hissed at the sound of your moan, allowing his hand to travel down to the waistband of your short, sneaking slowly underneath the border of your panties. You dove into his eyes, working on opening your shorts and squirming out of them. The blond man peeled off your underwear just enough for you to feel the cold air hit your folds, realizing that you had been confusing this strange new feeling with anxiety. He shimmied out of his trousers, chucking them to the floor along with his socks, laying beside your naked body, only clad of his white boxers.

His eyes took in the view of your exposed  body all in, noticing a small shiver covering your body. Another chuckle passed his throat and he pulled you in his arms, nudging the both of you under the covers. You joined in with a giggle and pushed your fingers against his cheek, stroking it and watching him lean into your palm. His body shifted on top of your while your kiss reinstate itself, less desperate and more gentle this time, your fingers losing themselves in his bleached blond locks  while his own moved to caress your inner thigh.

Your lungs filled with air in a gasp as his digit stroked the edge of your folds, gathering wetness on the tips of his phalanges. “Fuck, I didn’t know you would be so w-” your lips pushed themselves against his again, bucking your hips up against his fingers, which Xavier pushed forward against your clit, stealing a moan from you. You crossed his gaze, now dark with lust, biting your lower lip and listening to your halting breath. Gently making his way to your entrance and maintaining eye contact with you, he slipped his calloused digit in your core, pushing another moan out of your chest, the new sensation unfurling new feelings deep inside your belly.

Thrusting gently inside of you, he seeked the spot that would make you mewl for him. Your E/C gaze traveled down to the throbbing ache in his boxers, trying to reach for it. His eyes met yours and, using the slight confusion at your advantage to pull his wrist out, wrap your legs around his wast and pushing his ever hardening groin against your own crouch, rolling your hips against him and ripping out a surprised moan from Xavier. “I don’t need foreplay. I want more” you begged, trying desperately to push down his boxers. A shiver run down his spine while he grinds his hips against yours. He looked back for his trousers, breaking off the contact from your burning skin.

He peeled off the underwear you tried so hard to pry off, having you averting your eyes shyly. He chuckled and reached back for the pocket of his pants, pulling out a condom from his wallet. “I promise, I didn’t plan this…” he said with guilt laced in his voice, blushing more than he had been already. “You’re fine Xavier, I promise” you echoed, somewhat begging for more contact. He laid back against you, dropping his lips against yours while his hands busy themselves opening the condom and rolling it upon his length.

Biting your lower lips and finally looking down to Xavier’s pulsating length wrapped between his thighs. His gaze traveled up to you again, catching you staring and pulling a small snicker past his lips before he lined up his hips. “If you want me to stop, just let me know and we’ll stop” he whispered, peppering your cheeks with gentle kisses. You nodded your head, smiling enthusiastically. He linked his mouth to yours in a tender peck, slowly pushing the tip of his cock between your slick folds, causing your whole body to heat up even more, gripping at the sheets and making a mental note to remember to breath. The pain subsided as he sunk deeper inside of you, his lung hissing in pleasure while you moaned in his mouth, confused as to whether it was due to pain or pleasure.

Once again, his lips departed yours, this time to allow a delectably sweet moan escape from him, pushed inside of your core fully. He paused for a few seconds, savouring the sheer pleasure of finally being buried between your thighs, then looked down, silently checking if you were alright. Your fists clenched around the sheets, you took a moment to adjust to this very new sort of pain. A pain so intimately tied to pleasure that the confusion was overly obvious, your eyes pleaded for him to stay and carry on, a bundle of nerves unraveling from the inside of your stomach.

That’s when he began thrusting, slowly at first, making sure you were comfortable, picking up the pace ever so slightly with your first moan. The head of his cock softly stroked against that unknown spot you had never dared to discover, as if he was made perfectly to please your deepest triggers. With a chain of hips clashing and skin slapping, his rhythm got quicker and the intense pleasure seamed to shred it’s way through your stomach, a thrashing tornado building up in your core and upon each stroke, a moan jumped out of your lips, matching his irregular grunts and growls. “Fuck, Y/N-…” he moaned as he buried himself deeper inside of you, quicker with every approval. He pulled himself down against you, one arm snaking around your waist and the other caressing the beautiful hills of your breasts.

How could you have waited so long to feel such a carnal and feral emotion? So raw and instinctive, it seemed perfectly impossible for your to never experience it ever again after this night. Sloppy kisses turned by heavy moans and whimpers and broad strokes helping you climb the obtuse slope of your climax. That deep coil tightened inside of you as you prepared yourself for a release, the intense and powerful pleasure nearly becoming uncomfortable. “I need it harder” you panted, pushing a string of swear out of your lover’s lips as his hips dug harder inside of you, pushing roughly inside your dripping cunt. The madness of your height force out loud moans and half assed cursing.

And it snapped. Your fingers reached for his back and your nails dug your way down from Xavier’s shoulder blades all the way to the small of his back, earning a soft wince from him. The clenching of your walls and the intense shaking and twitched got the sweaty boy moaning louder than before, his beautiful face torn in pleasure as his cock plucks deeper at you. “Yes, Y/N, cum for me”, he breathes out, stuttering and growling. His eyes open to fall upon the expression of raw pleasure clawing it’s way through your body. Pushing you through your orgasm, his hips rolled further than before, making sure to get you whimpering your way out of your climax, not fully realizing how close he was, himself.

Quickly propping yourself against him, your lips connected to the soft flesh of his neck, nipping and suckling at the pale skin of Xavier, parking your newly conquered territory as your height finally flushed itself out of your core. The slight pain of your love bite being just that little nudge to bring him right at the edge of his own climax, “I’m already going to c-” he tries to warn but the arms of Eros already reached for him and pulled him to the void of his own release,  his whole body bucking, twitching and spurting into the condom, causing a slight whine to pass through your lips. His cock twitched again and his body clenches, filing up the empty space in the condom.

His chest collapses against yours, unable to keep his eyes open or even synchronized, still trembling against you, mouth agape. Planting a small peck on his lips for each uncontrolled twitches passing through his body, Xavier gingerly pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty and with a swift movement, the condom is discarded and you find yourself pulled against his chest, a contempt smile across his face. You sigh softly, relaxing in his arms, drifting to slumber, gently lullabied by Xavier’s calming heartbeat.

Montana’s cheeky giggles is what wakes you up during the early hour of the morning, still laced and tangled in the arms of your still asleep lover. Her small frame is standing in the doorway, her Polaroid camera in hands, snapping a picture of the both of you burred deep underneath the covers of your bed and your clothes somewhat thrown around your bedroom. “Tell us about it, Janet” she teasingly joke, swiftly moving out of the bedroom and leaving the Polaroid snapshot drift to the floor, closing the door behind her…