In which you break the pact you have with your fiancé and suffer "consequences"
Warnings: xavier x nonmc!reader, pillow humping, p in v, unprotected sex (please wrap it before you tap it), established relationship, use of nicknames
Art by @/gemo38960050977 on X
Your fiancé and you had a pact.
Sure, it was an unrealistic one, but it worked for the both of you. Or it had been, really well, up until last month.
But as you listen to the voicemail he left apologizing for having to work overtime again, you sighed and crushed your face against his pillow. This was proving it to be its own twisted version of edging if you were being honest.
It could be harmless; you shrugged to yourself. Maybe if you relieved yourself a little bit of this building ache, made worse by tenfold thanks to your ovulation phase, you'd eventually get better at handling your fiancé's other commitments instead of hurling stuff at him when he did show up.
It did not help that your shared bed always smelled like him. And as you lowered your panties and slotted his pillow between your thighs, you decided to blame him for it.
How would he ever know? He was barely home as it was. As you rolled over, face planted in sheets that were enveloped with his heady lavender and vanilla scent, you inhaled deeply while your hips rocked against his pillow, slow at first as you found your pace. Even though it had been a while, even with your eyes closed you could feel the phantom touch of his fingers on you, how they moved featherlight over your bare skin, the touches he'd leave, the sensations he'd elicit.
You could almost hear him in your head, whispering sweet nothings, moving above you, the pace he'd set in perfect tandem with the drag of your hips against the pillow, your pussy lips parting on the seam as the corner rubbed against your clit perfectly.
With one hand gripping the sheets, you freed the other to reach inside your oversized t-shirt and circle around your nipple, feeling it harden against your fingers as you pulled at it mercilessly, a hopeless attempt at replicating the kind of treatment you were used to from him. The pain shot straight to your core, making your hips buck from the pressure.
Doubling downing on your efforts, the pace with which you were riding the pillow was dizzying, chasing that peak as the knot in your stomach tightened. You could feel your slick coating his pillow, legs shuddering from the effort before the knot snapped and your arched body smushed the pillow when you went limp, sighing contentedly.
Surely one more couldn't hurt?
When Xavier thought his day had gone terribly, he wasn't exaggerating.
After getting showered in the blood of a monster it had taken them weeks to find and subsequently defeat, the commander had asked for an immediate report. And so, him and his crew had stood there in his office, dripping the abominable liquid on the lush carpets as they briefed their leader. That was followed by an hour-long shower to get all the sticky blood out of his hair and off his body and another hour just to get the scent off.
He had really wished that would be the end.
But of course, there had to be a breach. Stupid monster had a twin who had come to avenge his brethren? And no, he couldn't have died without once again bathing them in his disgusting blood.
And thus, the loop repeated itself. All the excruciating briefing followed by the bath that could give princesses preparing for their debut a run for their money.
It was nearing 1 in the morning when Xavier finally stepped foot in his own house. He knew how upset you were likely to be and he would do his best to amenable. It was not easy for him to spend these many days away from you either.
But despite getting submerged in the bodily fluids of two deadly monsters, having to stand in the air-conditioned office of his commander, freezing as he debriefed the entire event for 45 minutes twice, and having to take an everything shower two times, back-to-back, Xavier realized the worst thing to happen to him in the past 48 hours was this.
He had wanted nothing more than sleep the weekend away with his fiancée, not getting out of bed for anything, maybe paying the door dash guy extra for delivering food till the bed but the sight of you curled up in bed sans panties, his pillow crushed between your thighs and the blanket tangled in your legs was the worst thing to happen to him.
It didn't take a genius to understand that you'd violated the pact.
On any other day, Xavier would've been more understanding. Probably even empathized with you. But after surviving hell these past few days, it was like you cumming anywhere but on him was the straw that broke the camel's back.
Taking his shirt off, he slowly climbed on the bed, thighs bracketing on either side of your lithe body, gently rising and falling with every measured breath. Xavier takes his time pulling the pillow out from between your legs, clicking his tongue at the barely dried damp patch on it.
"Nasty, nasty girl" He tsks under his breath, turning you over on your back and spreading your legs, orbs glazing over at the wetness lingering on your pussy lips.
Like a man starved, he dives in without preamble. Throwing your legs over his shoulders, tongue flat against the bottom running till the top before he pulled on the little nub, making you jerk against him.
You stirred, shifting as Xavier took a minute to inhale deeply, before he dug his face back in, tongue lapping at your folds, two fingers parting your pussy lips for his intrusion. One hand snaked up your body, palming your entire breast and massaging it roughly in his palm as an inhibited moan escaped your lips, hips bucking into his face, his nose bumping against your clit.
"X-Xavi?" Your heavy lids were fighting to open, but when you saw the mop of silver hair between your legs, your hips involuntarily arched, thighs locking his head between them.
"You've been bad" He murmured against your folds, entranced at the way you were gushing, eager and desperate to drink it all up "You've been really, really bad"
"Xavi-" You tried to sit up but Xavier pushes you back down, inserting two fingers in you at the same time, clit trapped between his teeth as you cry out "Ohmy- hah- Xavi please- please list- ohmyGod!"
"Were you that desperate, baby?" Icy blue orbs pin you in place as you shudder, whimpering at how good he feels when he tsks at you "Look at how you're soaking me. We just got started"
"I-I'm so-sorry" You breathe out, fingers grazing his locks, holding him in place as you shamelessly grind against his face "I-I really am"
Flicking your pearly bud once, Xavier bites down on it, making you explode as you moan his name, chest heaving at how your orgasm washes over you in one strong wave, making your entire body tremble.
You watch as your fiancé finally rises from between your legs, climbing above you till his hard on is in line with your dripping pussy. You groan at the outline of it grinding against you, pouting when you felt that he was still wearing his jeans.
He looks content to be there, just rubbing against you, making no move to give you what you actually want as you huff, crossing your arms "I said I was sorry"
"Not only are you not sorry" Xavier swoops down to kiss the pout off your lips by the way of finally greeting you "You are also not a good liar"
"I used your pillow" You try to reason, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him close, pecking his lips between each word for good measure "You were there with me in spirit"
"The pact was that we orgasm only with each other" Xavier drives his point home by a particularly sharp thrust, making your mouth drop open "When both of us are present physically"
"Does it help that I was thinking of you the whole time?"
Xavier tries to hide it; he really does but he cannot disguise the slight raise of his eyebrows in interest when he learns that tidbit. And so, you are reinforcing your efforts with newfound vigor as you lock your legs around his waist, rubbing against his erection.
"I was thinking of how long your fingers are" You are speaking right above his lips now, licking your own and watching as his gaze zeroes in on them "How calloused and perfect they are. How they reach inside me so good" With a slight shift of your hips, you flip him over, straddling his hips now. Xavier watches with laser focus as your fingers pull your nightshirt up and over your head.
"How good you mistreat these" One breast in each hand, you're massaging them, counting down till Xavier can't help but take over the task to do right by them himself. Reaching behind you, you start unzipping his jeans "I can't feel good without thinking of you, Xavi"
You're stroking his cock behind you, hot and heavy in your palm and already leaking precum, moaning when Xavier pulls at your nipples to draw your attention back to him again "You're good at distracting me" Running the length of his cock against your folds, he's resisting the urge to thrust into you "Very good at avoiding punishment"
"God forbid a girl is ovulating and her fiancé is unavailable"
"Go ahead" The audacious man has the audacity to put his arms under his head as he watches you above him "Use me, then"
You didn't need to be told twice.
For all his nonchalance, Xavier is barely holding back the moment the mushroom tip of his cock is breaching your walls, head thrown back as pleasure from how tight you are makes him nearly black out "God-fuck-how are you s-so tight?"
You want to answer with something haughty, something that shows him how badly he needs just this pussy to lose control, but you are so terribly full of him, having taken him to the hilt in one go, feeling him in your throat as your hands find his chest to steady yourself, grazing your fingernails down his pecs as you slowly begin to move your hips in circles "F-Fuck- so-ohmygod- you feel so good"
His hands are back on your breasts, roughing them up, pulling on them and using them as a handlebars when you start finding your pace, slowly bouncing down on his cock, his balls slapping against the globes of your ass.
You're seeing white when Xavier begins to thrust upwards into you, slowly at first but then slowly pulling all the way out and bottoming out with every thrust, rubbing against that spot that makes you see stars behind your eyelids, two fingers pushing past your lips and pressing down on your tongue.
"Xavier!" His name is garbled as you suck on his digits, milking him for everything he's worth within an inch of his life.
"Only name.." He's panting too, sweat lining his brow as he pulls you down for a kiss "Only name that should ever be on your mind when you cum, yes?"
"Mhm" You can feel him even deeper in this angle, chests rubbing against each other, as he hits that spongey spot inside you over and over, clit grinding against his pelvis, fingers pulling at his hair as he gives you open-mouthed, sloppy kisses that turn your brain into mush.
When he feels your legs locking against his, only then is he pulling away "You're going to cum for me, Angel?" You're nodding, desperate and cock-drunk as Xavier thrusts into you to the hilt and holds you there, not moving as you break apart for him, whimpering at how good he feels, getting lost in the sensations he elicits from you.
You're about to go limp in his arms when he locks yours behind you, holding you upright as his thrusts pick up pace "You're so beautiful" He's murmuring, sitting upright and leaving wet kisses against your jaw and throat "You drive me insane-fuck-missed this" Every thrust is rubbing against that soft spot, making your thighs quiver as you feel yourself peaking again "Missed this tight pussy" His lips slot over yours as he holds you down while he fills you up "Missed you"
He's kissing the tears that escaped as you recover from that, chest heaving against his as he releases your arms and guides you into his chest "You were so good f'me" He's running his fingers through your hair, gently rocking you in his arms as you pout.
"You're mean" you tell him, finally pulling back to glare at him.
"So are you" He replies, but he's nuzzling against your chest, kissing your collarbone and moving lower to your breasts "How could you-" You can almost hear the sulking in his voice "Without me?"
He's planted his face in the valley of your breasts, making no move to let you go "Maybe the pact wasn't such a good idea?" At that his eyes peak out and he's shooting you a nasty look "Or-" You correct yourself quickly "-we need to add amendments"
Xavier hasn't even pulled out, and you still feel him twitching inside you, half-hard. It's so at odds with how he acts like a clingy kitten, refusing to part with your chest for a single breath "Like what?" He mumbles.
"Next time I'm missing this" You can feel his smile against your skin "I'll send you a video?"
The idea of phone sex with Xavier...
If him getting hard while still inside you were any indication, he was thinking the exact same thing that you were.
"But right now?" He's pulling back and thrusting his pillow in your arms "Right now I want to see it in real time"
A/N: Please don't hesitate to reach out to me incase you spot typos!
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