Hi!! Can I request some protective, jealous Xaden x reader pleasee
A Little Reminder
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Pairing(s): Xaden x reader
Warning(s): jealousy, smut, 18+, mdni, nsfw
Summary: Xaden has always been jealous and over protective of what's his... that has only amplified now that his wife is carrying precious cargo.
SR’s Note: So... I am not sure if you wanted this to have smut in it or not, so I may have *lightly* sprinkled some in there lol. I hope you enjoy this, and it is what you were wanting!
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The general never smiled -- not genuinely, anyway. His lips might twist into something resembling amusement during public addresses, but his eyes remained as flat and cold as the steel Riorson nameplate pinned to his uniform. You'd noticed it the first time you saw him across the flight field; he was your Wingleader then, his fingers were drumming an impatient rhythm as he watched each cadet, including yourself, cross the parapet.
Now, as he leaned against the doorframe of your private quarters, that same unnerving stillness settled over him like a second cloak. Now, he stood here years later, and far more familiar to you than Wingleader and cadet -- now husband and wife.
Soon to gain titles far more important.
"You're staring," you said, not looking up from the letter you were writing. The tip of your pen scratched softly against parchment.
Xaden exhaled through his nose, a sound you'd learned meant he was weighing whether to voice a thought or let it fester. The floorboards creaked as he pushed off the frame and prowled toward you. His shadow eclipsed the candlelight before he stopped, close enough that the heat of him seeped into your side.
"You were speaking to that... Prince, earlier."
Ah. So that was the problem.
You dipped the pen into the inkwell, swirling it lazily. You knew how much the crown prince of Navarre always got under your husband's skin.
"He brought reports from the eastern outpost, wanted me to give them to Garrick by tonight." You paused, fluttering your lashes at Xaden. "It was hardly a seductive exchange."
Xaden's jaw flexed. He plucked the pen from your fingers and set it aside with deliberate care. "He stood too close."
You arched an eyebrow, leaning back in your chair to study him properly. The candlelight caught the gold in his irises, turning them molten, a stark contrast to the tension in his shoulders.
"Are you truly keeping tally of how near other men stand to me now?" You asked, lips twitching despite yourself.
Xaden's thumb brushed the inside of your wrist as he leaned against your desk, rough with callouses but impossibly gentle.
"You're smirking," he muttered. "Like this is amusing."
"It's a little amusing," you conceded, standing to get closer to his height. The scent of leather and steel clung to him, familiar as your own skin after all these years. You could feel the suppressed energy coiled in him, the way his fingers flexed against your pulse point; as if he wanted to pin you to the desk and wrap you in silk all at once. "But Halden is half in love with his own horse, darling. And I'm rather obviously yours, hm?"
His gaze dropped to your stomach, hidden beneath the drape of your tunic. The look that crossed his face then, so possessive, and it made your breath hitch.
"You think I don't know what they're thinking when they look at you?" He said quietly. His palm slid up to cradle the curve of your belly, warm through the fabric.
"War makes men desperate. And you," His voice roughened. "You glow like you're carrying sunlight beneath your skinn."
You caught his wrist before his hand could retreat, pressing his palm firmer against the gentle swell beneath your tunic.
"Then let them look," you murmured, watching his pupils dilate at the challenge in your voice. "Let them see exactly what happens when they forget their place."
His breath slowed when your nails grazed the sensitive skin of his inner wrist, a silent reminder that you'd left identical marks down his back just last night.
Xaden made a low noise in his throat, something between a growl and a sigh. His free hand came up to frame your jaw, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth.
"You're playing with fire, Y/N," he warned, but the way his fingers trembled betrayed him. You knew that tremor, the barely-leashed hunger of a man who'd spent too many years treating desire like a weakness to be tampered down.
"Funny," you mused. "I could swear I was playing with my husband."
You nipped at his thumb when it strayed too close to your lips, delighting in the way his grip tightened on your waist instinctively. "Unless you'd prefer I find another-"
The crash of his knee hitting the wood between your thighs cut you off. The desk groaned in protest as he lifted you atop the flat surface, his body caging yours with practiced precision.
"Finish that sentence," he dared, voice gone dangerously soft. Up close, you could see the faint scar just below the right corner of his mouth; a souvenir from some long-ago battle he'd never speak of again. You traced it now with your tongue, giggling softly when he jerked like you'd branded him.
His mouth found yours with none of his usual restraint, all teeth and desperation. You arched into him, tasting the bitterness of jealousy and the lingering sweetness of his post-dinner slice of chocolate cake, no doubt. The inkwell toppled when you scooted to get closer, black spilling across the desk without care.
The ink seeped into the parchment’s fibers, bleeding through your half-written letter. You barely noticed, not when Xaden’s hands were sliding under your thighs, hauling you flush against him with a grunt that vibrated through your ribs -- well, as close as he could get to you while maintaining care to your bump, that is.
The edge of the desk dug into the backs of your knees, but the discomfort melted beneath the heat of his mouth moving to your throat, his teeth scraping the pulse point he’d mapped a hundred times before.
"You're insufferable," you gasped, though your fingers were already tangled in his hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan.
"You started it," he muttered against your skin, one hand slipping beneath your tunic to splay over the curve of your belly -- a habit he’d developed since the first flutter of movement beneath his palm. His thumb stroked idle circles there even as his other hand yanked at the laces of your trousers, the pants yanked all the way off soon after.
"And you’ll finish it." The growl in his voice sent a thrill down your spine. You laughed, breathless, as his fingers found the slick heat between your thighs.
"Such a romantic," you teased, but the words dissolved into a moan when he curled two fingers inside you, his palm grinding against your clit with ruthless efficiency. Your jaw fell as he worked his digits deeper, delighting in the way you melted beneath his touch.
"Look at you," he murmured, slowing his strokes just enough to make you beg. "All this because I called out some prince for standing too close?"
He grunted when you clenched around his fingers, his own arousal pressing insistently against your inner thigh.
"You’re... ridiculous," you managed, arching into his touch. "He was -- ah -- handing me ... supply reports."
Xaden’s chuckle was a dark, velvet thing against your ear as he twisted his fingers just so, drawing a broken sound from your throat.
“Supply reports,” he repeated, his voice dripping with disbelief. His free hand slid up to palm your breast through your tunic, thumb brushing over your nipple until it peaked beneath the fabric. “Funny how those always require leaning into your space, isn’t it?”
You dug your nails into his shoulder, biting back a moan as his teeth grazed your earlobe.
“Jealousy doesn’t suit you,” you lied, because the possessive edge in his voice sent heat pooling low in your belly.
“Not jealousy,” he corrected, withdrawing his fingers just enough to make you chase the touch. "Just reminding you why you're mine, and mine only."
Before you could retort, and tell him that's exactly what jealously means, he dropped to his knees between your thighs, the hardwood floor creaking under his weight. His breath ghosted over the damp fabric of your undies, and you shuddered as he pressed a small kiss to the inside of your thigh.
You tugged his hair, forcing his head back until his gaze locked with yours. The gold in his eyes had darkened to near-black, pupils blown wide.
“So... is it working?” he asked, innocent as a prayer.
You cried out as he pressed his fingers against your sweet spot, crying out a loud Yes! in response as you tossed your head back.
Xaden’s answering grin was all teeth. His other hand practically ripped off your underwear and then suddenly, his mouth was there, hot and relentless. Your back arched as his tongue laved over your clit, his free hand gripping your thigh hard enough to leave bruises.
The parchment crumpled beneath your clutching fingers as Xaden’s tongue dragged a slow, deliberate stripe through your folds. You gasped, the sound ragged and far too loud for the thin walls of the commissary quarters, but he didn’t slow; he only hummed against you, the vibration ricocheting up your spine like a plucked bowstring. His thumb hooked under your knee, spreading you wider, and you shuddered at the obscene slick noise of his mouth on you, at the way his stubble scraped the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.
"Xaden—" you choked out, but his name fractured into a moan when he sucked your clit into his mouth with filthy precision.
His fingers continued their work, plunging into you with a curl that had your hips jerking off the desk after an embarassingly short amount of time.
"Quiet," he ordered against your thigh, his breath hot. "Unless you want the entire eastern hall knowing how the general's wife sounds when she cums."
The threat was undercut by the way his voice had gone rough, by the damp spot you could see growing on his uniform trousers where he was painfully hard. You whimpered, thighs trembling as he added a third finger, the stretch delicious as his free hand reached up to clamp over your mouth.
"That’s it," he murmured, watching tears bead at the corners of your eyes. "Take it. Take what you fucking started."
You bit down on his palm when his thumb found your clit again, circling ruthless little circles as his fingers fucked into you with a pace that left no room for patience. The desk shuddered beneath you with every thrust, the inkwell rolling perilously close to the edge, but Xaden didn’t so much as glance at it -- his focus was singular, unwavering, as he watched you come apart beneath his hands.
Your climax hit like a volley of cannonfire, your back bowing as pleasure tore through you with enough force to leave your vision whiting out at the edges. Xaden drank down every twitch and gasp, his fingers gentling but not stilling as he worked you through it, his mouth pressing open-mouthed kisses to your shaking thighs.
When you finally slumped back onto your hands, boneless and gasping, he rose with predatory grace, wiping his glistening chin on his sleeve. His gaze dropped to where you were still spread open for him, your release glistening on his fingers, and something feral flickered in his expression.
"Still think I’m overreacting about Halden?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
You laughed breathlessly, pushing to sit up straighter despite the aftershocks still sparking through your limbs.
"I think," you said, reaching for your husband and father of your baby with trembling fingers. "You really know how to treat your wife well, even when she's five months pregnant with your child."
Xaden smiled then, a real smile this time, and stepped closer, his hand gently resting atop your gently swelled belly. He leaned in, gently kissing your hairline despite the way he just absolutely shattered you from the inside out.
"Especially when she's pregnant with my child," he reiterated, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. His fingers tilted your chin up to look at him, his usually hard features softening as you gazed up at him.
Sighing, his own gaze softened as he stared down at the two most precious things in his life.
"You grow more beautiful each day, Y/N," he whispered, his thumb brushing your cheek. "And you're going to be a wonderful mother."
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