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space-lattes · 27 days ago

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Summary:

Xavier broke his promise. Again.

After you had to rescue his reckless ass from another “secret mission” he swore he’d stopped taking, you decide the spoiled prince needs to learn that actions have consequences.

But when he shows up at your door desperate and pleading, you realize your plan worked better than you ever imagined.

Sometimes the best way to tame a prince is to make him remember what it feels like to want something he can’t have.

A switch dynamic story exploring what happens when Xavier’s dominance crumbles and he discovers just how good it feels to let someone else take the reins.

a/n:

A loose continuation of Feverish Attempts. I was mad at him and was inspired by this TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTj4qbckg/ (This is completely self indulgent)

I personally headcanon Xavier as a dom-leaning switch.

We see him dom in game time and time again. Now this begs the question: when does he sub?

Warnings: 18+, Afab reader, no other physical attributes described other than puthy, dom reader, sub Xavier, reader’s a little mean, dacryphilia, oral sex, handjob, cum play, slight spoilers for feverish attempts, single use of y/n, begging, lots of “please”

Word Count: 2.4k

No beta, we die like Caleb.

Beta Writers: @liv-laughs @space-lattes

(Get it. Because he’s not dead.)

You were pissed. Royally pissed to say the least.

Despite his charm, persuasiveness, and inexplicable ability to convince you to follow his lead, your anger festered.

Xavier had broken his promise.

His promise to let you into every part of his life.

His promise not to lie anymore.

No more disappearing.

No more secret missions.

And funny enough, you were the one who had to bail him out. Having to carry his weary body all the way home.

All of which could have been avoided had he just told you he was heading into danger.

Did he understand the panic that spread through you when you heard him on the phone? How frightened you felt thinking you might not have made it in time to reach him?

Water drips from your chin as a sigh leaves your lips.

Here you are, in his bathroom, after he convinced you to stay the night at his place.

“If you leave and my fever comes back in the middle of the night… What if I die? Will anyone notice?”

He used those damn puppy eyes!

But today will be the end of this cycle.

He needs to learn that his actions have consequences, that you aren’t all talk.

You steel yourself and straighten your back as you head out.

Someone is gonna have to tell that spoiled prince no.

“Baby… come back to bed.” You hear a whine coming from under Xavier’s comforter as you exit the en suite.

This is going to be harder than you thought.

Step 1: Don’t look at him. The puppy eyes are the hardest to resist.

Turning your back on the blonde, you shuffle throughout the room to find your shoes.

“It’s already 7 am, Xavi. I need to write up my report for the mission I just finished. Your fever is gone. I think you can handle resting for the day. After all, you're already a pro at that.”

With his hair jostled, his panicked eyes meet yours. “You’re leaving?” That whiny tone is back again.

Step 2: Don’t let him persuade you with a pout and a whine.

“I wanted to sleep in with you. I was even going to cook break-“

You finally turn towards him.

“Xavier. I’m behind on my reports because I had to run to the rescue of a certain reckless hunter.”

Crouching over to reach him, you peck his cheek.

“I’ll swing by for dinner. Love ya.”

Step 3: Leave him wanting more.

It has been two weeks of this.

You, sleeping at your apartment, him, sleeping at his.

Cheek kisses, brief hugs, and after every night, when your stomachs are full of hearty food and laughter, he inevitably asks you,

“Can you sleep over tonight? We can watch that corny horror movie I was telling you about.”

He has that pout again.

Pretending to think about your answer, you glance around the room.

“Well, we have that meeting with Captain Jenna in the morning… I think I’ll just head home.”

His pout deepens.

“But babeee, I haven’t held you,” he whines.

A slight bite to the lip as he starts bouncing his foot beneath the table. Poor boy can’t even sit still.

And you know exactly what he’s implying. He don’t want no damn hug.

“But babeee,“ mimicking him, “I wanna go home. To my bed.”

Standing, you start to collect your things.

“Okay. I’ll go with you!” His eyes darted between you and the door. Reaching out his hands towards yours as he starts to rise.

“Xavier.” Meeting his eyes, you reach for his face. While holding him in your hands, you promise, “I’ll see you in the morning, okay?”

Cupping his hand over yours, he turns to kiss your palm.

“Okay.”

Heavy footfalls echo throughout the empty room as you start your nightly routine. Finding a graphic tee, unclipping your bra, and shucking off your pants, you head to your vanity. Recently, you’ve had more time to complete all your nightly skincare.

There are some benefits of going to bed alone after all.

That’s when you hear it. A soft knock at your door.

You ignore it at first. Probably just Charlie making a bit of noise.

But there it is again.

Three soft knocks in quick succession.

Who the hell is at your door at 11 pm?

And a gentle, “Princess?” filters through.

Ah. Xavier.

Jumping up from your seat, you take off, but slow your pace as you approach the door. Can’t let him know the extent of your excitement now, can we?

Opening the door, you see the visage of your darling boyfriend. Like you, he’s wearing a graphic t-shirt paired with dark gray sweatpants that sit low on his hips, revealing a dangerous sliver of skin peeking through. Your eyes finally flit up to his face, that forever pout still planted on his lips.

“Xavier?” eyebrows raised in inquisition. “Did you need something?”

His eyes rake over your form.

“Baby. Honey. Light of my life. May I come in, pretty please?”

Even at his notable height, he doesn’t seem to tower over you in this particular moment.

“Xavier-“ Damnit. Your eyes meet his, and you hesitate. The mix of guilt and desire rises to the surface for just a moment. He slumps against the door frame, breath heavy in his lungs.

“Y/n. Princess. Please. Please. I promise I’ll be good for you.”

…

You reach up and grasp his collar. Lips finding each other like it was the most natural thing in the world. The whimper he lets out as he finally, finally gets a taste of your tongue muddles your thoughts.

But you can’t help the way your tongue falls into step with his. How you press your body against his or how his now apparent arousal sends a wave of arousal between your own thighs.

Fingers tangling into the base of his hair. A small yank to the strands tears the two of you apart, much to his dismay. A soft glow starts to form on Xavier’s skin, highlighting his features as he whines against your lips, relishing the feeling of your touch on him.

“No, nooo. Princess please. I need you. Need to taste you again.”

His lips crashing against yours is nearly painful; the way they press against you amplifies the feeling. With every hint of movement, he pulls you flush against him again. Your bodies melding into one as he grabs a fistful of your ass.

“Xavi- nghh,“ he cuts you off as his teeth graze your neck. Nibbles, to bites, to suckling. His mouth stays planted upon your skin.

“Bed. Now.” was all the convincing he needed before he lifted you into his arms, locking his lips back onto yours. Shutting the door with his heels, you weave through your apartment with renewed urgency.

Setting you down on your bed, Xavier sinks to his knees before you. While guiding your hands back into his hair, his eyes ask for the exact thing he’s been dreaming of for weeks.

“Use your words.”

His ears burn. A red creeping onto his cheeks as he looks up at you.

“Can I eat you out?… please.”

Tight fingers raise his head towards your soaking core. He can’t help but nestle his nose into your wetness as the glow around him flashes with need. A heavy inhale of your scent sends a shuddering whimper tumbling from his throat.

“You smell heavenly.” His tongue reaches out and swipes at the dampening fabric, creating a larger wet patch.

“Tastes even better.”

A gasp escapes your lips as you feel Xavier pull your panties to the side and lick through your folds. No crevice is untouched as he collects you on his tongue.

A muffled “need you, need you so bad” reaches you as his tongue focuses on your sensitive nub.

Despite his urgency, Xavier takes his time savoring your flavor. Teasing your entrance and making sure to give the proper attention to your clit. Your thighs can’t help but squeeze onto him.

Fuuuck. Why did you ever deny him in the first place?

“Shit, baby… I’m close. You want it?”

Seeing his eyes peek over your thighs. The desperation in them could only be described as animalistic. Mumbling affirmations into your pussy as he wraps his arms around your thighs, solidifying his positioning.

He finally delves past your entrance. Your hand is on the brink of pain with how hard you’re pushing his head into you. His princely nose bumping into your clit at just the right angle.

Only thoughts of tongue and face and Xavier, Xavier, Xavier fill your mind as the feeling consumes you.

Throwing your head back as you grind against his face, moans tumble out of you. You can’t help but notice the vibrations against your core as Xavier’s moans aid you in wave after wave of your orgasm.

As your breaths slow, you recoil away from Xavier’s kitten licks.

You struggle a bit prying him away from you, but he relents. Licking along his lips, ensuring not to waste a drop, he rises.

Pulling him into another kiss, you get a taste of yourself on his tongue. Possession fuels you as you suck him into your mouth, sparking a groan from the back of his throat. Your hands find his hair again, tightening their hold on him, feeling the low vibrations of his moans.

Sensing the rising peak of his desperation, you reach out for his pants. Fumbling with the knot for a moment, you try to pull away to get a better look. Nipping at your lips, he continues to seek you. Grasping his chin to break away, you finally glance towards what’s giving you trouble.

Freezing in your ministrations, your eyebrow furrows at the visage of your boyfriend. Accompanying the prominent bulge beneath his sweats was a spreading wet patch at the tip.

“Xavi, did you…?” Your eyes meet his inquisitively. Burying his head into the bruise-riden crevice of your neck, a whine bubbles from his throat.

“I couldn’t help it.” His ears red hot as he nuzzles into your skin.

“And you're still hard?” Groaning as you point out his obvious affliction.

“Help me…. please.” He’ll never live down the title of spoiled prince.

Tugging the string at the right angle, you yank at the waistband of his sweats.

Eyes widening a second time at the sight of his cock springing free, dripping with need and the remnants of his previous release.

No underwear. Fucking slut.

“You came without permission. You promised to be good.” A pout forms on your lips as you reach out and slowly wrap your hand around his length.

“I’m sorry... please,, plea- ngh” Your hand moves slow and hard. Agonizingly so.

Your hand moves along him, eyes focused on the way his eyebrows crease and his mouth hangs open as you work him towards the edge. Swiping your thumb over the head, while squeezing just hard enough to feel it in his bones. But your pace never picks up.

“What are you even begging for?” A pearl of pre further lubricates your hand’s path alongside your words. Jerking involuntarily into your hand, Xavier closes his eyes in an effort to restrain himself. So sensitive after cumming for you already. It’s hard not to revel in the power.

Wetness falls onto your shoulder as you hear sniffling from your partner.

“ ‘m sorry… wanna cum for you baby.” Stopping your hand you give a squeeze to the base of his cock. Pulling away from him, you make contact with his ocean-filled eyes.

“You’re gonna listen?” A nod.

“Take these off me.” Motioning towards your panties, ruined from your earlier escapades. Despite his state, he still manages to lift you to work your panties down your leg gently.

While throwing your underwear somewhere unbeknownst to you, he starts to line himself up with your entrance. Stopped by your hand, grasping his length once again.

“Never said you’d get to fuck me now did I?” His focus shifts from his cock to searching your eyes for understanding. Brow furrowing, his mouth hangs as the question can’t form on his tongue.

“Cumming without permission? I think you still have a few lessons to learn.” Your hand picks up pace again. This time with more fervor, ripping a whine from his throat.

“Having to cum on my pussy should be punishment enough.”

A whimper rips from his throat as you work your hand along his length. His head falls into place on your shoulder as strings of desperation leave his lips.

It doesn’t take long. After your teasing earlier and the taste of you still on his tongue, his shuddering grows in rapid succession.

“Babyy~ ‘m gonna… can I? pleasee wanna, just for you, just for you.” You’ve never seen him use this much self-control. Usually, he takes what he wants, but listening to him beg like this? This is precisely what you’ve been waiting for.

“Go ahead, baby. Give it to me.”

Splashes of white start to coat your core as Xavier rocks into your hand. His cock spurts rope after rope of cum directly onto your pussy and lower abdomen.

Whimpers escape him as more tears flow from his eyes.

Whines turn to sniffles as he goes back to nuzzling into your shoulder. Pushing you flat onto the bed, his legs too weak to stand in his current state.

Xavier raises his head while wrapping his arms around you, mumbling, “I‘m sorry, baby. Can I sleep over?” Those damn puppy eyes. Even worse when he’s sleepy.

“How could I say no to my prince?” The faint glow on his skin seem to culminate and dot your bedroom with night lights.

It wouldn’t be so bad to fall for his beguilements this time.

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