# A KING’S CURE ! ᯓ★
ᯓ★ SYNOPSIS: King Xavier has fallen sick! But it’s not a normal type of sick..?
ᯓ★ PAIRINGS: king!xavier x personal maid!reader
ᯓ★ WARNINGS: p in v, pussy slapping, backshots, degradation, teasing, breeding, marking, kissing, little bratty reader, belly budge, he gets soft at the end because ur soo cute
ᯓ★ A/N: posted this EXTREMELY late, sorry guys not that proofread, OH AND. should i have a taglist?
WC: 2.2K
White curtains opened, the spacious room being filled with sunlight, veils on veils of white lace surrounding the King’s bed, leaving a print of shadows on his face. His soft skin that shone beautifully when the sun hit, his tightly closed eyes that told you he wasn’t pleased at all this morning. The wounds of his whines coming through and the sheets shuffling with noises.
“Your Majesty?” a soft voice chirped in his ear, which could onto belong to his beloved personal maid, a soft hand pushing the veils around his bed to reveal him to the sun properly. Another whine. His body turning over onto his stomach, revealing his muscular back to you.
Your brain froze in shock, hands going to the duvet to cover his pale skin from the blind eye, to which he replied with another groan. “Your Majesty, it’s 5:30am…You always awaken yourself at 5.”
Muttering the last part, your hand looked at his collarbone to see if anything was unusual about him and after seeing nothing…you continued with your routine, “Your schedule is full today, a breakfast is being served until 6:30 and you have a meetings at 7:15 and a royal conference at 8:30–“
“Cancel everything.” he replied in his monotone voice, yet you can hear the difference from yesterday. You hesitantly answered back, “…Cancel breakfast?”
You placed the back of your hand on his forehead before flinching and the heat, removing your hand immediately.
Something wasn’t right.
His cheeks were flushed with a red hue. His forehead radiating enough heat to cook an egg..and his refusal to wake up even when he was 30 minutes late for his usual routine…
The King was sick.
A gasp echoed in the room before Xavier turned his head, his eyebrow furrowed and his pout bratty, “…you’re making too much noise, make another sound and i’ll have you fired.”
Empty threats, you thought, he’s threatened to fire me over 10 times this month already. Flattening the backside of your robes, you sat down on the edge of the Caesar bed, your hand going to his long, soft hair. Grabbing a hairbrush, that was on the bedside table, you began to brush out the messy, matted locks.
“Oh my king…you’re ever so sick! Should I get you some medicine my little baby?”
“Don’t patronize me.” Xavier glared at you over his shoulder, “and you’re too loud.”
“OH. He’s ever so bratty…who knew the king could act like a child—“
Seeing his eye glow and his lightblade slightly appear on his hand was enough to make you shut your mouth, “Oo—Apologies.”
“..Don’t—“ he sniffed before coughing, “—make fun of your king..” for someone who killed over 30 enemy soldiers only 12 hours ago, he was so cute and submissive when he was sick.
The hairbrush ran easily through his hair, barely any knots coming through. Placing the hairbrush back on the dresser, you heard Xavier move, turning to placing his head on your lap. He felt so hot and was acting like a baby, you felt slightly guilty. With a sigh, you took off your gloves before using your bare hands to run your fingers through his hair, giving his head a massage. “What can I do for you? Should I get Duke Jeremiah to prescribe you something?“
He whined, hands going around your waist, “No, I’ll just—get through the day with this stupid flu…i don’t have much to do anyway.”
“…Are you sure Your Majesty? It might be worse than just a flu—“
Xavier sat up, his naked torso uncovered, shaking you his well toned body, the slightly darker scars that littered his body from endless battles, his muscular back which would look great with your nail marks.
His eyes cold, that icy blue which always made you shiver when he glared at someone or even you.
And that voice of his? So serious and stern, a voice that commands an army in less than a second. A voice that can make you feel so much better when you’ve had a bad day—
“Ah!“ You yelped, his hand holding your chin with a firm but not painful grip.
His eyes were sharp, a blue that only sent shivers down your spine, “Are you also sick? I’ve called your name over 5 times already. Or are you ignoring your King?” His glare deepened slightly, not with anger but with a playful intention.
With a shocked expression, your heads shook no, “N-no! I would never, I was just thinking about something.”
His eyebrow rose before he smirked, his hands leaving your chin and removing the duvet. Yet his body seemed too pale in the corner of your eye..
His nicely shaped abs and v-line and his—
With a gasp, your hands went to your face, “Your Majesty! I’m still here!
A chuckle escaped the man beside you, watching as your body turned around. I forgot he sleeps naked all the time!
Xavier spoke with a more playful tone, “I know you are. Why are you so shy? You’ve seen my naked body multiple times.”
“Y-yeah but not out in the open! And you never had your—“ It embarrassed you to even say, a whine filling his ears, how adorable, “…thing out as well!” Xavier didn’t even know how to react, his cute maid getting shy over seeing his body? What else could he ask for.
“You know,” he sat up before placing his head on your shoulder, whispering in your ear, “for someone who chooses my clothes, prepares my food, cleans my body in the bath, you’re really shy. You’ve touched my body before, why not examine the body you’re touching properly?”
Your eyes sprung open before you turned around, staring at him, “Huh?! Are you sure this isn’t some…weird Evol that hit you? Why are you so playful this morning?” It would make sense, he came back yesterday from a mission in a highly Evol-reactive space, but he’s smarter than that, and stronger.
It could only be two things: Wanderers or Evols.
Xavier has been fighting in battle since the day his father allowed him too, after mastering swordsmanship since he was young. He could adapt to any sword, fighting with elegance and got multiple medals and awards from his battling techniques.
He’s fought over 70,000 Wanderers since he was a teen..so they definitely aren’t a problem..then what was it—
“You know Heartbreaker?”
Oh no.
“…Heartbreaker? Yes I do, why..?”
“I found out yesterday that not only can it break a love bond…it can intensify one whenever it pleases, and that can lead rather extreme hatred or…extreme lust.”
Silence filled the room, both of you staring at each other like the palace was being robbed.
“…As you can tell, I don’t hate you so, if you’re okay with it. I have a suggestion to get rid of this…horrible feeling.
“And that is?” You tried your head before his hand went around your throat, gently holding you still before whispering.
“I bend you over my bed, fuck you raw until your cute little pussy can’t take it any longer.” He smirked, your face flushed and your eyes widened.
Even though you definitely don’t mind, it was shocking to hear from the usually stern and merciless king. Your head turned to see his teasing face, “Your Majesty?!—“
His hands pulled you closer, his lips nearing against yours, “So…deal?”
It’s only one time…
“Deal.”
“Ah!”
“Fuck—you take me so well, my queen.”
Your face was stuffed in a pillow, hands digging into the soft mattress that was currently withstanding the force of Xavier fucking you like a filthy animal. His left hand holding onto your hips, his cock digging deep into your pussy.
The right hand was on the headboard, using it to dig deeper. Moans filled the air, your voice filthy to your own ears. Your body was barely taking it.
He’s been fucking you got hours now, your pussy sensitive to the touch.
His long length was slamming into you, just touching your cervix with wet slaps, The girth stretching your pussy out. With every thrust, your body would holy forward, making you hold onto the mattress tighter and cry into the pillow.
“P-pleaseee! Your Majesty! Your Majesty—oh gosh!” a pornographic moan left your moan, high pitched. Xavier’s hands grabbed your hair, making it into a ponytail before pulling your head up.
“Yes? You glad to be— hah fuck! — taken by your Majesty?” He groaned, pressing his chest to your back, your ass pressing right onto his crotch, “Lemme see what’s going on there.”
His hands left your body. Spreading your ass cheeks and staring my down at where his dick was plunging into your cunt. He spat on the mid section then quickly pumping it into your hole.
A squeeze, a grope. Everything that he could do he was doing, spanking, slapping, squeezing, kissing—you name it. He was obsessed.
“I knew you were my love since I saw your pretty f-face! Seeing your hips in that stupid maid dress…”
Rip!! The sounds of your top being torn filled your ears over the moans and sound. of skin slapping.
“..your fat ass bouncing with your every step…”
His hand squeezed the curve of your plump rear, lowering his head to kiss each cheek. His dick slow lying down for only a moment, then thrusting back into you.
“…your cleavage always showing, or was that just for me?”
“..Just f-for you king! Oh j-just for you!! your body arched more for him, a soft but commanding laugh leaving the man behind you.
His hand went down, wrapping around our neck and lifting you up, his head on your shoulder, his hips slamming into the fast of your ass, his dick making your walls clench around him, the precum and slick escaping your hole already. His thickness still stretching you out whilst fucking you, his balls heavy with cum slapping again your clit, giving you more pleasure with every shift.
Your moans increases in the room, high pitched wails and pleads begging him to cum inside and not waste a drop. And did Xavier love it, his hips slowing. But they reached deeper, your legs trembling with every thrust, “Oh please—I wanna be filled with your cum! your majesty, i’ll—hah!— i’ll do anything for your cum!!”
“Oh yeah? Anything? You’ll take my cum like a good slut, aren’t you? This pussy’s never been stretched out like this before as it? Not the common whore, I thought you were.”
Despite being over so much stimulated, your brain made a cocky reply, “M-me? Common w-whore? Are you sure that you’re not—talking about yourself your majesty?”
His head tilted, blue eyes glaring into yours, his hand loosening down your neck, “Someone’s gotten bold.”
“Ah!”
Xavier held your hips with a tight grip, bruises forming slowly as he took a deep breath.
His body slamming into you from behind, his right hand going down to rub circles on your puffy clit, your moans encouraging him to run faster every few seconds. Xavier’s grunts barely reached your ears—jeez you sounded like a pornstar…
“Who are you fucking talking to? Is that how you talk to your king? Your ruler? Your owner? Tch, I think you’re in need of a very valuable lesson, missy.”
Slap!
The sting quickly went from pain to pleasure, your hands grabbing whatever you could, “Ah!—wait xav—mhm…”
Xavier smirked, his hand going to your waist to feel the bulge appear whenever he thrusted in, “Who do you belong to?”
Slap!
His hand landed hard on your folds, his dick thrusting at a rhythmic pace, his balls hitting your clit just right.
“You, my king! Only y-you—only you!!” a hand went to the mattress, holding onto his expensive sheets, nearly ripping them from your nails.
Slap! Slap!
“Mm..fuck! Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You!!”
Slap!
“Say my name properly, slut.”
Tears flooded from your tears, your tummy twisting with the urge to release, it was right there! Right there!!
Your head turned back, “…k-king xavier…”
Just hearing you coo his title made him proud, his lips lowered to give you a kiss, passionate. His lips gentle, his tongue barely fighting against yourself. His hand went to your back, running it down your soft skin to rest your fucked put brain, his body pressing into yours.
Moaning into the kiss, you pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you to Xavier. His lips returned for a little peck, “My good girl…my Queen.”
A gentle finger rubbed your face to get rid of the mascara running down your cheek, your curls tangled up from his rough holding, your body littered in multiple hickies and handprints, your hips have no slightly brown marks from where his fingers were.
That knot in your stomach formed quickly, your moans loud when he pressed a hand on the bulge that appeared on your stomach, “…nnngh…mmmh! please—“
You tried to hold it back, clenching your pussy around his cock, but xavier was observant, he knew you were about to come, “Cmon, you know what to say if you want to cum. We’ve—hah!—done this multiple times already tonight.”
“…please can i cum king xavier? please—i’ll be a good girl! i am a good girl, i cant—i can’t hold it anymore!” You cooed, pressing your head into the pillow, your hand went back to hold his. he gladly accepted, pressing your hand into the mattress.
Xavier lowered his gaze to your body which was twitching, your hand ripping at his sheets, “Can you wait for your King? Or is it too much?”
Mumbling into the pillow, Xavier heard you whimper, “…it’s too much…”
Xavier laughed, hearing your now obedient voice take over, moving his hands to hold your hips tightly, “I’ll make you cum then,”
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