Violet: Sit down, I'm gonna torture you now
Xaden, smirking: kinky.
Violet: I think you're sweet and breathtaking.
Xaden: What—
Violet: You deserve to be cared for.
Xaden: Stop, now—
Violet: Your feelings are valid and deserve to be heard.
Xaden: I need a safeword!
Heyyyyy!!! Is it possible for me to request a jealous Xaden smut? Only if it comfortable and if you want ofc! You just seem like the type of person to girlboss that fic uppp like I’d know you’d eatttt! ❤️✨
possessive touches
pairing: xaden riorson x fem!reader
genre: smut
synopsis: Two accidents get you in boiling water with your boyfriend. He can’t help but feel jealous at the sight of another man helping you when it should be him. You become acutely away that the punishment he has in store for you is one that makes you desire him even more.
In the midst of flight maneuvers, in a stupid attempt to practice your water wielding, you made the mistake of focusing more on your powers than your dragon. You had ignored the warning she gave you that she would be doing a barrel maneuver—that she would be going upside down.
As a result, you ended up falling into the lake you were using. Despite the sheer fear, you managed to return the body of water that was floating with you seconds ago, breaking your fall. You were uninjured, but you were soaking wet and fucking freezing with the autumn chill.
Your squad had been kind to you about it. They didn’t judge you for the lousy mistake you made. Though, you knew you were in for a scolding once your boyfriend found out. That was your first mistake of the day.
The second mistake was letting Dain Aetos put his flight jacket on your shoulders because you were shivering, your face pale, and your lips had become blue. His intention was not to make a move on you, it was simply a caring act for his squad-mate. Especially with how he had gained your trust, just a smidge, after RSC interrogations. After he had begged General Sorrengail to torture him rather than you, Quinn, or Imogen.
“Who’s fucking flight jacket is that?” Your boyfriend seethed from across the room. His onyx eyes were darkened, anger etched in every part of his beautiful face.
Your eyes widen, “why does it matter? I was fucking freezing my ass off, he offered so that it would stop my shaking and blue lips!”
“He?” Xaden’s eyes darken even further, his anger twisting into jealousy. “Who the fuck gave you his jacket?”
You gulp, taking a step back. Xaden takes a step after you, the two of you playing this game until the back of your legs hit the bed post. He silently asks you his question again, darkly promising to reward you if you answer. His gaze has your core clenching, molten lava dripping in your panties.
“Dain,” you answer, looking into his onyx eyes. Xaden tugs the garment off your shoulders, revealing your perked nipples through your wet shirt. Your clothes still had not fully dried, though they felt more like a second skin than anything else.
Xaden’s hands roam around your body, landing on your hips to grip it possessively. You arch into his touch, core clenching at the jealously and possessiveness emanating from his body. “You let Aetos give you his jacket?”
“I was shivering,” you weakly retort, leaning into the way his hands hold you at your waist.
“You could’ve come to me,” he growls. He leans forward, lips brushing your ear, “nobody, especially not Dain fucking Aetos, touches what is mine. Do you understand?”
You whine, nodding your head in response. Xaden darkly chuckles, “use your words, love.”
“Yes,” you breath out, “I understand.”
“Good girl,” he whispers into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
His head dips, trailing hot and wet kisses down your neck. You arch into his touch, tilting your head to give him better access. He chuckles at your movement, knowing you will give him what he desires. You.
Xaden’s hands slip under your wet shirt, fingers trailing up your cold skin as it reaches the underside of your breasts. You moan out at the feeling, not wanting anything else but the feeling of his hands on your nipples. His hands swipe at the flesh of your breast, the action comforting, though it does little to alleviate the pressure building in your core.
“Xaden,” you whine, “more.”
His lips leave your neck, “what do you want, love?”
“Touch me, please,” you whine. Xaden debates on whether or not to tease you on where to touch you, but he decides to wait later on to do so.
In a swift movement, your boyfriend’s hands slide down your body. You whine in disapproval, until he peels the shirt off of your body. Before the clothing even touches the ground, his hands are cupping your breasts, a loud moan dragging out of your lips. His lips return to your neck, pressing adamant kisses along the skin.
His teeth sinks into your skin, the spot right above your pulse point, the exact moment his fingers twist both of your nipples. You arch even further into his touch, the pain-pleasure feeling settling deep into your core. You press your thighs together, a futile attempt to alleviate the tension building.
“Do that again,” you beg, though he doesn’t listen to you.
His teeth release your skin, his tongue running over the mark to soothe it. His head dips further down, trailing kisses over your collarbone and down your chest. While one hand continues rubbing and twisting your nipples, his lips seal onto your other breast. His hot mouth is a stark contrast to your cold skin, he was slowly warming you up. Gods, his teasing was relentless.
His teeth scrape against your nipple, the feeling causing your head to fall back. His mouth detaches from your nipple with a pop, switching sides to give equal love to the other breast. When he deems both nipples given enough marks and pleasure, his hands slide back down to your hips, forcing you down onto the bed.
The mattress is soft against your back, slightly damp hair fanning around you. You catch the dark look in Xaden’s eyes, his pupils swirling with want and desire. He quickly unlaces your boots, tugging them off of your feet with your soaked socks. His fingers find your bound pants, making quick work of the leather bindings. With his strength, he easily pulls off the wet leather.
His eyes darken at the sight of your soaked panties, though it’s not from the water. And Xaden knows that very well. His calloused hands slide up your thighs, watching as your legs instinctively part for him.
His hand cups your clothed cunt, chuckling, “gods, you’re wet.”
“Only for you,” you breathe out, pure wanton desire lacing your voice.
“Atta girl,” he hooks his fingers on your panties, sliding them down your legs.
He dips down towards your core the moment the garment is out of the way, his breath hot against your cold core. He breathes in your scent, your arousal, chuckling darkly at just how much you want him. He lips a stripe up your folds, humming in satisfaction at your taste. Your breath hitches at the contact, your hips bucking forward in a desperate attempt for more pleasure.
Xaden’s hands slip under your thighs, dragging them to rest on his broad shoulders. His grip on your thighs is tight, keeping you in place as he lowers his head to your core. His assault on your pussy is twisted and all-consuming. He’s continued his teasing for what has felt like ages, sucking on your clit and tracing your folds with his tongue. Your body begs for his tongue to enter your hole, and he knows it too.
“Xaden—“ you whimper, the pleasure consuming you, body and soul.
“I know, love,” he consoles, knowing how desperate you are for him.
In a swift movement, his tongue enters your hole, humming in satisfaction at the moan that leaves your lips. The vibration of the sound sends more pleasure sparking in your body, grinding your hips down on his face. He thrusts his tongue into your hole at a demanding pace, a snippet of what’s to come when he gives you his cock.
Your hands fly down, desperate to feel him in your hands. Your fingers wrap around his silky onyx hair, lightly tugging on the strands in a silent request—keep going.
You feel your end approaching, the waves so close to drowning you. “Are you close, sweetheart?” Xaden lifts his head to ask you, breath fanning against your pulsing cunt.
“Yes,” you whine, grinding your hips for him to continue his ministrations.
His tongue enters your hole again, tapping your thigh in a silent command, cum. His thumb finds your clit, pressing tight circles that forces the wave to crash upon you. Your back arches, your release spilling all over Xaden’s face. He swallows all of it, his tongue riding you through your high until your back returns to the mattress.
He leaves your hole, his tongue leaving kitten licks on your folds as he cleans you. When the stimulation becomes too much, you tug on his hair in warning. He obliges, crawling up your body. His mouth and chin gleam with your release, the sight hot and dirty.
His lips find yours, tongue trailing along the seam of your lips in a silent demand. You obey, opening your mouth as his tongue maps the ridges of your mouth, tasting your own release on his tongue. The taste is erotic and intimate, making you want your boyfriend more.
Your hands glide up his clothed torso, humming out in complaint at the fact that he was still fully dressed. You wanted him inside you, and you wanted it now.
“Your shirt,” you complain, tugging on the black material.
Xaden chuckles, sitting back on his knees as he tugs the shirt from his body, revealing his sculpted torso. Your eyes darken at the sight, reaching out to trail your hand down his abdomen, the muscles tensing under your touch. He makes quick work of removing the rest of his clothes under your stare, until he was crawling back over you completely bare.
His lips slide along your jaw, leaving possessive kisses in his wake. He has surely left many marks along your neck and chest, each one intentional. He wanted everyone to know who you belonged to. Him.
Your hands brace on his biceps, squeezing the muscle at his ministrations. He groans out at the action, kissing his way up your ear. “Are you going to wear my marks proudly? Or are you going to try to cover them up?”
Wetness pools at the thought of wearing his marks proudly, for everyone to know that you are with him. “Yes,” you breathlessly respond, “I’ll wear them for you.”
“Good girl,” he whispers into your ear, his tone raising goosebumps along your skin.
His hips adjust, sliding his hard cock between your folds. You both gasp at the movement, the obscene sound of your wetness against his cock embarrassing.
“Xaden, please,” you whine, fingernails biting into his biceps.
“Hmm,” he mutters, placing a kiss on the shell of your ear. “What do you want, sweet girl?”
“You,” you answer, hoping it’s enough for him to give in.
“I know that, sweetheart. But do you want my hands? My tongue? Or…” He trails off, a ghost of a smirk on his lips.
You groan, fed up with his endless teasing. “Xaden if you don’t put your cock in me right now, I swear to Amari I’ll go to Dain’s room.”
Xaden growls, entering you with one single thrust. You both moan out, his darker and deeper than yours. He doesn’t give you time to adjust before he’s pounding into you with a fast and deep pace. Your moans are high-pitched and loud, surely all of Basgiath could hear you if the room wasn’t warded.
Your hands go from his biceps to his neck, looping around to ground yourself. Xaden has none of it, taking one hand to grab your own. He forces them above your head, keeping your wrists in place with one calloused hand. His other hand grips your hip, leaving bruises, as he continues his relentless pace.
He adjusts himself, thrusting into you with a new angle that has you seeing stars. You moan loudly, attempting to arch, but he keeps your body pinned to the mattress.
“Yes, yes, yes,” you chant, feeling your release nearing.
“Gods, you’re so tight,” Xaden grounds out, hitting an even deeper spot. He leans down, lips brushing your ear, “could Dain fuck you like this? Could he have you a babbling mess under his touch from simply teasing you? Could he make you orgasm multiple times, begging for more?”
You shake your heard, words failing you. You clench around him at the implication of more rounds, hearing his groan in your ear from the action. He looks down where you two connect, moaning lowly at the sight of his cock bulging in your abdomen.
“Look how good you take me, love. Can you feel all of me?” His free hand pushes down on the bulge, your cries and moans becoming louder. You open your eyes, forcing yourself to look at what Xaden is looking at. You couldn’t lie at how erotic the sight of his cock bulging through your skin looked. It made you want more, you wanted to feel him in every part of your body.
“Xaden—I’m close,” you moan out, head falling back on the pillows. You feel your end reaching you, ready to free-fall into it with Xaden.
He thrusts once, twice, thrice, before he’s whispering into your ear, “come with me, love.”
His hand reaches down, pressing tight circles into your swollen clit once more. The feeling of his cock reaching deeper into your body combined with the feeling of his calloused thumb rubbing your clit sends you into orbit, vision blacking as he lets you arch off the bed, release spilling all over his cock. You chant his name in the process, as if he’s a god—your voice is enough to send him into his own high. After another thrust, Xaden falls with you, release spilling deep into you. He thrusts into you a few more times to ride you both through your highs. He falls atop of you, stilling as he catches his breath.
You take large gulps of breath, skin hot and slick with sweat from Xaden. You feel his lips trace soft and loving kissing along your shoulder blade, patiently waiting for you to recover. When he hears your breathes even out, he lifts himself on his forearms, sliding out of you. He forces himself to be as gentle as possible from the way you wince, hands smoothing gently along your hips once he’s fully out.
A mixture of both your release floods out of your cunt, Xaden looks at it with wanton desire. You know what he wants to do, and you encourage it with the way you look at him. He takes two gentle fingers, scooping the mixture up and thrusting it back into you. You whimper at the feeling, your body sore and overstimulated from Xaden’s tongue and cock. He obliges, removing his fingers from you and leaving your body to get a rag from the bathroom.
The rag is warm and soft against your skin as Xaden gently cleans up your inner thighs. He even more gentle when he cleans between your folds, pausing whenever you wince from the feeling of the fabric against your sore and swollen cunt.
Once your boyfriend cleans himself up, he throws the rag on the floor. He stands, collecting you in his arms.
“What are—“ you protest, though he quickly shushes you.
He folds back the sheets and comforter, sliding under the fabric with you in his arms. He lets you get comfortable, pulling the comforter around your shoulders. You turn your back to him, waiting for the warm feeling of his large arms to wrap around your abdomen. With a shift, you feel them a second after you turned.
You rest your head on the pillow, feeling Xaden’s arms wrap around you. The feeling is comfortable, safe, and feels like home. Your boyfriend noses your neck, breathing in your scent.
“I love you,” he whispers into your ear lovingly.
You smile, “I love you too.”
“Though,” his voice becomes suddenly clear, using his Wingleader voice. “The next time you find yourself in need of a dry jacket, you come to me. Understood?”
You giggle, “yes, Wingleader.” His breath catches at the nickname, stilling his movements against your neck. You pick up on his change of breathing, “next time, you should fuck me in your flight jacket while using your wingleader voice.”
He chuckles, the sound full of promises. “Careful, love. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”
ridoc screaming with his whole chest: did you all know my good friend violet she's so talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before-
I’m not sure about you guys but during threshing I imagine that Ridoc spent hours wandering around trying to find his dragon but Aotrom actually found him within the first 5 minutes and just covertly followed him around for 3 hours thinking it was hilarious then eventually got bored and threw a branch at his head
Xaden Riorson’s actions in Fourth Wing and Iron Flame both make more sense and become infinitely funnier when you remember that the man is 22-23 years old.
This man is AT BEST a first year grad student trying to finish compulsory military service in an active war zone while running the family business (ruling a legit kingdom) and taking on extracurriculars (leading a rebellion) as side hustles. On top of that there’s a literal plague of evil descending, institutional racism is against him, and his Situationship (calling Violet that cuz a lot happens there over two books and I’m trying to cover all the relationship levels) never seems to settle out for more than a month at a time.
Like, of course the decision making is not always on point. The man doesn’t even have a fully developed pre-frontal cortex yet and he hasn’t slept the recommended amount in 6 years.
