dream visions!xavier x reader pt. 2
The dreams never stop. And Xavier awaits them now, always looking for new clues. He’s gotten to the point of lucid dreaming - completely aware of the fact that none of this is real.
That doesn’t stop him from devouring you entirely, never missing an opportunity to fuck you until his alarm clock rings in the morning. There are times when he’s lucky enough and he gets to cum - always deep inside your cunt while kissing you. He’s not even bothered by the fact that he wakes up with soiled underwear, only jumping in the shower to clean himself up in the mornings.
Most of the key elements from his dream visions are things he sees on you eventually. Whether it’s a new pair of earrings or a new t-shirt. Sometimes he wonders when he’s going to ruin you in them. Sometimes he wonders if he’s insane.
“I think everyone has an unique mark, don’t you guys think?” Enid asks one day.
“I guess? I have like two birthmarks,” Bianca adds to the topic and goes on to show hers. They look like clusters of freckles adorning her skin.
“Can’t tell if I have one,” Ajax chips in.
“I have one behind my ear.” It’s Xavier speaking this time and, just like Bianca, he shows his.
“I have one too,” you chime in.
“Yeah but you can’t show it,” Xavier scoffs in amusement.
“You can’t show it. You’re wearing pants. And it’s kinda up-“
“How do you know?” You’re baffled.
“How do you know where my birthmark is? I never showed it to you guys.”
Dead silence. All eyes are glued on Xavier.
“I- I don’t know. Lucky guess,” he clears his throat and looks like he’s about to pass out for a few seconds.
Slowly but surely, other silly topics are introduced, and he can only pray and hope they will draw everyone’s attention from his huge fuck-up.
And they do, the eery feeling getting pushed to the back of your mind for the time being. You don’t forget it, though.
He’s also gotten bolder over the weeks. You’ve always had good chemistry but he’s certainly more touchy these days. It doesn’t go unnoticed - you never miss the way he stares at your lips and licks his own when you talk. Nor the way he touches you in subtle ways, whether to push your hair away from your eyes when he teaches you how to draw, large hand encompassing yours as he moves the pencil for you.
There are days when he retreats, though. Like that one time you wore a new shirt you felt cute in and he rushed away from you. Or that other time he wouldn’t let go of your new ring, bewitched by the gemstone. He held your hand for minutes and played with the piece of jewelry, only to leave abruptly and without any explanation whatsoever.
You put up with it as your feelings develop, though. You never question him. Besides, how could you when he is acting so sweet at the most random times?
“I saw it in town and thought you might like it since you already have like… tons of them,” he explains while handing you a baby succulent.
Until this point, you’ve been over the moon because of the innocent and sweet gesture.
“Already have tons of them,” you repeat, eyes narrowed in disbelief. “Tons of plants. In my bedroom. The bedroom that you’ve never even been in.”
“Oh, I-“ Shit, shit, shit. He fucked up again. His thoughts run at the speed of light, trying with all his might to come up with an excuse. Even a shitty one, doesn’t matter.
“Listen carefully, Xavier. You’re starting to freak me out, okay? Are you spying on me?”
“What? No!” He’s doomed. “What the hell, of course not.”
“Then how do you know about my plants? And how did you know about my birthmark back then?”
“What do you mean?” He forces out a laugh. “I told you it was just a stupid guess, okay? And how is that even related? Even if I were to spy on you, how could I see that tiny mark on your thigh? That’s stupid.
“I never told you it’s on my thigh,” you’re quick to add in a whisper, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.
“Listen. It’s not - it’s not what it seems like, okay? I swear I’m not spying on you. I’m not some… weirdo.” He doesn’t even believe himself.
“No but you’re definitely acting… weird. There are times when you cut me off and won’t even acknowledge me. And you keep on saying these weird things. And you’re obsessed with all my new jewelry. Like… what’s going on because it’s sure as hell weird? Especially when you don’t always do it. Like sometimes you’re just nice, paying attention to me like I’ve always wished you did,” you admit, the facade coming down. Now he knows.
“Listen, I can’t… I don’t know how to explain it, okay?”
“Try!” Your raised voice makes him flinch.
At this point, you couldn’t care less. Not when you’ve just indirectly admitted your feelings for him and he’s still refusing to open up.
“I can’t. I will but- I need to… I need to think, okay?”
“You need time to think about an excuse to come up with or time to think about the way you feel about me?
Rolling your teary eyes, you force him to take the plant back before slamming your bedroom door right in his face.
It takes you a night of ugly crying in your pillow and a few more days of no human contact to make sense of things.
In the last days, you rewound his behavior over and over again, from when he first gawked at your daisy pendant. It was followed by weird questions about your clothes, and the panic caused by the scar Enid gave you. Then the random bouts of reluctance. And the abnormal guesses. The birthmark was the one that gave his secret away in the end. He was right. Even if he did spy on you, he could never be aware of such a personal detail. He must’ve seen it.
The realization hits you at the Rave’N party.
Reading room. Now, is all the text you send reads.
He enters the room on auto-pilot, all senses thrown out the window as the anxiety eats his heart out.
“How come I’m naked in your visions?”
“You’ve heard me. Stop playing dumb. Why am I naked? What are you doing to me in those dreams of yours?”
“What am I doing to- wow! Do you think I want to have them?” He’s so angered by your victim playing that he starts spewing words that are bound to be regretted. “They just come up, okay? You just… show up and suddenly I’m inside of you.”
“Yea, inside you! What don’t you get? I dream about us having sex. But I never asked for it.”
“Oh so you don’t want to have them.”
“What? No! God-“ The tone of his voice is aggravated because this is going all shades of wrong. “You don’t freaking get it, do you? I can’t control them. I started having them all of a sudden and I can’t stop any of it and I don’t even fucking know if they’re true. Your birthmark sure is true. And so is your scar. And so are all those goddamn things you own and you might wear again in the future. But I don’t know if any of this is true. I don’t know if it’s ever going to happen.”
“Do you want it to happen?”
The question takes him by surprise.
“Are you … are you asking me if I like you?”
He blinks twice in a row then lets out a scoff. It’s not malevolent by any means but it still makes your stomach twist.
“I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you, let’s put it that way.”
“Oh…” It‘s like the Earth has stopped spinning.
“Are you?” His eyebrows almost reach his hairline.
“I am.” Even though your lips move and sounds come out of your mouth, you can’t really process them.
It’s too much, and it takes Xavier closing the gap between your bodies for you to snap our of the trance. Doe eyes meet yours. He seems so curious and yet so relieved, shoulders no longer tense and jaw no longer clenched. It’s like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders.
For the first time tonight, he dares to really look at you. He studies your face carefully and every single detail is already embedded in his brain from all the dreams he’s had. Even the things you wear - and it hits him the moment his fingers feel the fabric of your dress. It’s the same mystery white dress he’s envisioned you wearing. He spots your pendant shortly after and he can’t help but smile at the accuracy of it all.
“What?” The way he examines you is nerve-wracking.
“No, it’s just that… the dress looks even more beautiful in real life. You do.” It’s obvious he’s genuine.
“Oh…” Once again, he leaves you speechless
Luckily, you don’t really need words right now. You’re both aware of what’s about to happen since he’s inadvertently admitted to having seen this moment before.
Even so, he doesn’t dare to make the first move. It’s you the one whose lips smash into his. He reciprocates the desperation, though, teeth clashing together and accidentally digging into lips. It’s messy and rushed but it encompasses all the pent-up frustration you’ve both had to deal with it.
It’s more obvious in Xavier judging by the way his hands are all over you, groping your flesh and fumbling with the hem of your dress. Rational thinking does not prevail right now, primal instincts taking over both of you instead.
You frantically tug at his tie, attempting to take it off but only managing to loosen it. It’s followed by frenzied attempts to unbutton his white shirt, all the while he’s shakily sneaking his fingers inside your underwear.
A gasp leaves your mouth when he plunges his middle finger in, knees about to give out so you pull him toward safety. The safety in question is the desk he helps you sit on, finger never leaving the warmth of your cunt. You can't help but beg for more by squeezing around his hand. He takes the hint and adds a second finger in.
When he does so, your hand balls around his tie and you pull him in for yet another kiss that he accepts wholeheartedly. It’s way more steady this time but mainly because he’s focused on fucking his fingers in and out of you instead.
And then he pushes himself off of you, large hands forcing your legs open as he crouches down between them. He glances up at you for confirmation and, when he gets it, he’s helping the underwear off your legs.
His face dives in shortly after, plump lips pecking your clit before parting your folds with his tongue.
He moans when your hand flies to his hair, nose digging into your clit the moment you pull on his roots. It drives him crazy and he proceeds to lick and suck on your cunt like a starved man, all the while you writhe in his hold. His hands hold your legs in place, though, never letting go. Not even when you cum on his tongue and he laps at your juices, not at all bothered by the way you convulse and slap your inner thighs against his ears.
At this point, he’s rock hard and throbbing. You can tell just by looking him in the eye - he’s needy and desperate. You aren’t any different.
When he enters you, your arms fly around his neck and your ankles interlock around his hips. His hips stutter deeper into you and he sighs, a wave of relief washing over him.
“Finally,” he mutters in the crook of your neck and you can’t help but agree.
