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5:53 pm
xavier x sick!reader | content warning: suggestive
you’re starting to run hot. no matter how many bowls of soup xavier feeds you, or cold towels he places on your head, or spoonfuls of medication he gives you, nothing seems to be working. you can’t help but to toss and turn in bed, uncomfortable by the pressure building up in your nose and the itch in the back of your throat.
xavier frowns as he watches over you. his hand touches your cheek and his thumb ever so gently, circles your flush skin.
“xaiver, stop. your gonna make it worse,” you whimper, trying to flee from his touch.
“aww baby,” xavier coos. he stops you from moving away by snaking his arm around your waist and settling himself between your legs. “i’m just trying to take care of you.”
you can’t argue against that because xavier really has been at your service, foot and hand. being so diligent to help you recover. but you can hear the mischief pooling at the edge of his words, and you know that once you give in you won’t want him to stop.
you shake your head and place you hand on xavier’s chest, going for a second attempt to impede his plan before he actualize it.
“you’re gonna get sick!”
xavier let’s put a deep chuckle. he moves his arm from around your waist and trails his hand down your side, pressing his eager fingers into your hip. he then leans down and runs his lips over the shell of your ear.
“you’ll just have to take care of me, then.” he whispers, pulling your ear in between his teeth.