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Of all of the eyes you have on you tonight, Xavier’s still manage to burn holes in you even in a crowded room.
You can feel him, somehow. And it makes you sweat, for reasons both good and bad.
You straighten yourself out as you get comfortable. Or you try to get comfortable - as much as you can be in the circumstances. Your skirt rides up tight on your thighs, and your heels are at least two inches higher then what you’d wear on a normal night out. Your top leaves little to be desired. A halter top that’s backless, showing off the dip of your spine with a neck line that’s only barely above your navel. No bra, courtesy of your colleagues suggestions.
Your being held together mostly by fashion tape and prayer. A fun clubbing outfit is nice, but you wonder if the thong was entirely necessary or if the skirt had to be made out of leather to get the job done. Never mind the cut of the clothes, other than your skirt - your top is nearly see through. It’s risqué, even for you - the kind of thing you would’ve worn when you were trying to get shitface drunk during your Hunter Academy years and squeeze the drinks out of unsuspecting bar-goers.
Not the kind of outfit you wear often these days, for reasons that are honestly mostly practical. But namely because you’ve got one terribly jealous boyfriend.
Xavier hasn’t ever told you explicitly how you’re allowed to dress or who you’re allowed to go out with or anything. He’s not controlling, but he is territorial. Enough that you’d rather dress a little less sexy if it means being able to walk the next morning.
It’s because you know your boyfriend, you didn’t volunteer to take this case in the first place. But Captain Jenna briefed your team on the details of the mission and ultimately the best person for the job was you. The details are a little lost on you now since you’d tuned out most of the meeting, but that was the gist. You could pull off being ‘sexy’ without backing out of even when things got dicey. Reluctantly, you allowed yourself to be pulled into the role under the conditions your mission partner wasn’t Xavier. You’d hope this would circumvent any problems - and that you could doctor the details to him later. Underplaying the whole thing and getting away scott-free.
Of course, nothing works out the way you hope. The day of the mission you get a long and sympathetic message from Captain Jenna. A change in plans on your partner, and a message from Simone saying she’s sorry.
You’ve seen Xavier upset before. Plenty of times. You’ve watched him blow-out all of the lights on the street because a guy was trying to make conversation with you. You’ve seen him get defensive over a kid handing you a flower and telling you your pretty. Xavier is a professional at sulking and an expert at holding petty grudges.
But truly, you think the silent car ride to the N109 zone while you’re dressed in your mission clothes is the quietest you’ve ever seen him. Aside from briefings, you haven’t spoken very much at all since you departed from headquarters. Leave it to him to remain professional, you suppose.
Honestly, you’re more worried about him then you are about your target. Seducing a big-time arms dealer with your feminine charm is a cake walk, but bringing him back to the hotel room where your jealous partner is waiting on arrest and interrogation? Knowing Xavier is watching you from the monitors in the room with his jaw clenched? That’s more nerve wracking then anything.
Worse, he can hear you. He’ll have to listen to you flirt over the mic. It’s just a safety precaution, and it’s not like you mean it. But having your boyfriend listen while you set-up a honey trap and try to do it in the most convincing and least suspicious way possible feels like your personal hell. You honestly don’t know who has it worse - you or him.
You sip on your drink and wait at the bar, eyes scanning the room. He’s an older man. In his late fifties. Recently paid out a large sum to a shell corporation that covers illegal protocore trade and research. It’s your first time meeting in person, but you’ve been establishing rapport for the last few weeks with the monitoring of your team by flirting over messages for a month or two. Playing sugar baby to a wealthy businessman is the angle.
Your work is done once you convince him to come up to the room with you. You’re on a mission and this is all just business.
You remind yourself of all of this and bury the thought of your boyfriend is watching you as you do.
Just before you’re finished with your drink, your target enters the room. He’s tall and broad. Salt-and-pepper hair with a nasty look in his eye and a wiry smile. Wealthy too, with a tailored suit and a designer watch. He smiles at you eerily when he spots you at the bar. You take a deep breath and smile back, turning the dial up a hundred.
He sits next to you after he weaves through the crowd. His voice is deep, almost oppressive.
“There you are,” Your purr. You relax your body language, elbows on the bar and slouched forward. You look at him playfully, pouting. You feel ridiculous but you sell it anyways. Unfortunately, you’re a natural. “I was beginning to think I’d got stood up,”
“Forgive me for testing your loyalty,” He replies evenly. Something about it gives you the chills. “I had to make sure I wasn’t being tricked,”
You giggle innocently - a ditsy smile on your face. “What reason would I have to trick you?”
“Are you saying there’s nothing you want from me?”
You shake your head, batting your lashes as you pretend to think it over. “Of course I do. But,” You use your heel and slide up his leg gently, head tilted. You can see the arousal in his face and you scoff internally at how easy it all is. “Well, I’ve got a better means of getting it, is all,”
He pauses, assessing you a while before smiling. “Can I buy you a drink miss?”
You grin. “Yes please,”
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The elevator ride to the hotel room is the most excruciating part of the mission yet.
It’s easy enough to seduce him. After a few more minutes of banter, and some light touches - followed with a more direct line of flirting, he’s in the palm of your hand. You manage to keep him from kissing you or going any further with the promise you’ll do anything he asks once you’re back in the room. Acting coy works in your favor at least. In the effort of being convincing though, you’re currently latched around his arm and acting like you’ve got nothing but hot air between your ears.
You cringe internally at the arm around your waist, thankful he has enough courtesy not to touch you too intimately. From what you know Xavier can see this too, and you can only hope that he understands it’s all for the mission.
His hand squeezes your waist. You lean into the touch, smiling while trying not to show a single sign of discomfort. You breathe in and relax.
Swallowing your nerves, the elevator doors slide open with a soft ding. You take his hand in yours, being proactive as to not have to turn around to look at him.
“Come on now,”
He laughs. “Eager are we?”
You hum. “I’ve been waiting all night you know?”
He sneers. “Little minx,”
Wincing internally, you turn back to look at him. You smile as your eyes meet, focusing your attention on walking him down the hall. Your room is all the way at the end and it takes you a few seconds to find your key-card. It’s a quick swipe, another beep, and before you know it - you’re leading your target inside.
You keep talking until the door shuts behind you, and the two of you are enveloped in darkness. You barely know what you’re saying at that point, heart-hammering as you wait for the coast to clear. You can feel Xavier’s presence in the room with you, though you can’t make his face out in the dark. Your target seems none-the-wiser.
Finally, once his guard is down and he’s about to push you further - you push him off gently. Teasingly. And then give your signal.
“Hands off, mister. At least let me wash up first,”
On cue, Xavier appears from the shadows. He’s swift. It happens too quickly for you to catch the interaction, startled by his presence even though you knew he was behind the door. It takes hardly any time until your suspect is apprehended - a pair of cuffs on the back of his wrists and a very forceful Xavier holding him down with his face to the floor and pinned under his weight.
You peek at Xavier as he pins down your target. When your eyes lock, you see something so intense in the blues of his eyes that you force yourself to look away. Your target is saying something, protesting about being deceived but Xavier forces him down further - jaw feathering with anger. He puts a hand up to his ear until the channel changes, alerting the rest of the team.
“Suspect is apprehended. Send in any reinforcements,”
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It doesn’t take long after the arrest to clean-up any loose ends and end the mission.
Your target gets taken into custody soon after being subdued and Captain Jenna clears both you and Xavier after your team is finished sweeping the remaining floors for any other material. One of the rookie members on your team managed to apprehend whoever was with him. A bodyguard from the looks of it.
Whatever the case, things wrapped up smoothly.
As soon as you both dismissed, Xavier tugs you away from your team without word. The last look you got as from one very apologetic Simone who’d been your partner assigned to the case originally. You’re sure you’ll get a long message from her later.
Xavier pulls you down the hall, all the way into the elevator without a single word or glance.
You wait with him in complete darkness, before noticing that he’s pressing to a floor above you. Not the hotel lobby where you thought you’d be headed.
You miraculously manage to find your voice.
“…Uhm. Where are we going?”
Xavier looks at you. “Upstairs,”
You blink “We’re not going home…?”
Xavier grabs hold of your wrist again, pulling you close to him. Your bodies are pressed together, his hand on your lower back. His voice is shaky, breath caressing the exposed skin of your neck. His voice, usually smooth, comes out rasped. “You think I can wait that long? ”
You open your mouth just to close it again, finding yourself at a loss for words. Xavier lets out a huff, loosening his grip but not letting you go. You’re still hugged to him, his head on your shoulder - trying to steady his breathing a bit before pulling away until you’re face to face. You give him a long suffering look as your eyes meet before sighing and accepting your fate. Nuzzling up to him slightly, you do your best to look as pathetic as possible.
He glances down at you. You think it almost works on him.
“Nice try, but I won’t let you go that easily.”
You feel your stomach swoop, your own voice somewhat obscured. “Figured,”
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You don’t get a chance to ask any questions.
It feels a little like deja vu stumbling back into a dark hotel room with Xavier on your tail. But the stakes feel much higher now then they did before when you were making your arrest. You feel more uneasy, off-center.
At least with your work, you know exactly what to do. You’ve dealt with enough criminal enterprises to have an idea of what to do. There’s not as much guesswork, just a number of variables to consider. Keep yours wits about you and it’s easy enough to clear most missions without hassle.
With Xavier, you can only ever be unsure and a little apologetic.
You don’t even get a second to breathe. By the time the door closes behind you, Xavier is on you. You feel your back hit the door of your hotel room with a dull thud - a hand on the back of your head thoughtfully to soften any impact.
The first syllables of his name are cut-short with his lips on yours.
This is hardly the first time you’ve gone through the motions of Xavier’s jealousy. Having sex to blow off steam, feel comforted by the heat of your body - you understand his desires well.
That’s why you know this time is different.
It’s hot. Like a star burning through the atmosphere, the way Xavier kisses you makes you feel the floor is falling from under your feet. It’s strange, suffocating. He doesn’t take any time to pry your mouth open with his, make the kiss deep enough to be loud - he isn’t waiting for anything. Heavy breaths followed with a groan, his hands all over you in a heartbeat. You make a noise of indignance that’s ultimately lost in a litany of moans and heavy breaths.
Xavier kisses as hard as he does heavy. Enough to feel bruising, especially as his teeth find themselves sinking into your lower lip. Biting down just sharp enough to make your mind fizzle out - a broken whimper in the back of your throat. He’s harsh in his kisses, in his touch. You find yourself searching for your next breath.
Intoxicated with it, Xavier only pulls away when you’re both nearly out of it. When you’re panting, a thin thread of saliva between you - Xavier eyes blown out wide. You feel your mouth dry. A weak feeling in your knees as your arms circle his shoulder.
“You’re mad,” You say lamely, unsure of what else there is. Xavier scoffs.
“Of course I am,”
You try to think of a way to explain yourself but the words come up empty. There’s a pressure in the air, dizzying heat as your eyes stay locked onto his and you try to figure out how to ease his mood. Chewing your lip, you go doe-eyed. Try to suck up to him to see if he’ll yield.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t think they’d choose me, and I couldn’t—“
Xavier interrupts you. “You were keeping it from me,”
Shit. “I knew you wouldn’t like it,”
He scoffs again, just on the edge of mean. “So you thought you shouldn’t tell me and decided to do something that dangerous on your own? You were planning on going in there without any real back up without informing me and you thought I’d just let it slide?”
You find yourself out of things to say. Xavier looks frustrated. He leans in closer, jaw tight - speaking only loud enough for you to hear.
“You were flirting with him so easily. Do you know how he looked at you?” His voice makes the room feel cold. A chill crawls up your spine. “I should’ve broken his wrists,”
“Xavier,” Your words come out in a half-gasp. “You don’t mean that,”
He stares at you. It’s hard not to get swept up in his gaze. “I hate when anyone else looks at you. I hate when people get close to you. I almost lost my mind when he touched you and you didn’t even push him away. You seemed so used to it, so friendly I almost—“
You put a hand on his chest. “Baby, I was acting. Just acting. I didn’t mean any of it, so you don’t need to—“
He grits his teeth. “I almost came down there to separate you. I wanted to so badly. I almost did, and I only held it in because it’d make it harder for you. Even right now I regret it not doing more,”
You pause, pressing your lips together. Xavier goes on.
“I should’ve caused a disturbance, but I didn’t because you wouldn’t like it. But I still feel like this,” His voice is low. Shaky. “So. What should I do?”
You feel bad. You can’t help it. You know it’s not good to coddle him when he gets like this, but you’d be lying if you acted like you hated it. Pressing your palm to his cheek, you study him for a beat and look a little apologetically.
Your voice is whisper soft. “You can do whatever you want to me,”
He inhales sharply. “You’re mine,”
“I’m yours,” You agree easily.
For a minute, he just breathes you in. His nose nudges against your jaw, inhaling the scent of your skin and perfume. His teeth nip at your pulse point, sucking a hickey into it hard as both of his hands find your ass and squeeze tight. You lean back against the door, tilting your chin up to give him room. “Shit, Xavier,”
“After I saw you in this I wanted to take fuck you in the middle of the bar, right where everyone was watching,” He says, crass. Direct with nothing left to hold him back.
You whimper. Xavier bites at your shoulder and neck - his grip on your ass nearly bruising now. “At least that way no one would bother you,”
He sighs like he’s exasperated as he kisses down the column of your throat, dipping his down and pushing aside the fabric of your top to reveal nothing but pasties. He’s gentle at least about removing whats covering them - putting them somewhere you can’t make out in the dark. Your nipples harden under the cool air. Xavier takes one bud between his incisors and tugs gently, flicking against the sensitive skin until you gasp and lapping over it with his tongue. His other hand plays with the other one, rolling it between his fingers and pinching slight enough that you yelp.
“If I can’t do that much then I’ll mark you all over instead,” Xavier whispers against your skin. You feel your legs almost give out. A trail of arousal drips down between your thighs, reaches past even the edge of your tiny skirt. “So next time you wear something like this, people know not to bother. Again and again and again, so they don’t fade,”
“You’re making it sound like you— haah— wanna be with me f-forever,”
He doesn’t say anything. Just prints another hickey onto you. A few on your breasts, on your sternum, on your navel. In places they don’t need to be. You feel a bite mark on your tits that makes your jaw fall open. Xavier makes sure to lap at your wounds each time he leaves them, makes sure to pleasure you after the pain so you lose yourself to it entirely.
He’s good at making you forgive him.
He puts a hand between your thighs after a while of biting, your leather skirt riding up until it’s bunched at your waist. His fingers press against the soaked lace of your thong, middle finger padding against your clit over the material. You inhale soft, breaking off into a gasp when you feel him push against you harder. You hold on his arm.
“Wait, wait—“
The protest falls on deaf ears. You hold onto Xaviers forearms, legs trembling as your calves brace - heels making it hard to stand. Xavier’s touch is relentless, free hand at the small of your back as if to anchor. He kisses your jaw, nuzzling his nose into the skin as he reaches back over the waistband of your panties. Direct friction proving to be too much, your heads spinning. Xavier isn’t usually this aggressive - but no matter how much you twitch against his fingers, how much you whimper for him to wait a moment - he holds you steady. Demands it from you, breathing you in - a quiet repetition.
He’s determined to make you cum just like this, on shaky legs, barely upright as your eyes roll back up into the dark. You put a hand over your mouth to muffle the noise but it slips out anyway - worsens when Xavier bites down.
“I want to hear you,”
“We’re next to the door,”
“Are you worried someone will walk by?”
You look at him, incredulous.
“Let them listen. Show them how good I make you feel,”
He pushes forward. His fingers know exactly the right way to touch you - knows what angle makes you too sensitive, feel like too much. Your mouth falls open, both hands on his wrists as he rubs your clit in circles. It hardens under his touch until you’re trembling, moaning quietly.
“Xavier, Xavier wait—I’ll cum,”
His voice is hardened. “Then do it,”
His name passes your lips as a whine this time, a plea as you feel an orgasm wash over you. Your whole body tenses as you slump against the door for support.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Your body seizes as you struggle to keep yourself upright, Xavier holding you up as a wave of pleasure over comes you. You limbs curl in, mind blanking out as you succumb to it. Still trembling, you struggle to you push yourself back up right. Xavier helps you you, balancing your weight against the door as he traps you against it for a second time. Your cunt throbs, still pulsing from your first orgasm but you don’t get any time to catch your breath.
He presses his lips to yours again with the same fervor as before - more to his emotions then jealousy. Desires burns hot inside of you, makes a pit form at your core at the desperation he touches you with. Like you’re the only thing he’s ever thought of wanting, the only thing he can think to need.
You pant his name between kisses, trying to catch his attention. Wanting to slow down, still feeling fuzzy from the high of your orgasm. Your palms press against his chest, cling to his shoulders. You’re briefly distracted by his strength as you feel the muscles tenses.
You call his name softly. “Xavier, mm - wait, wait please,”
He doesn’t stop. “What do you need me to wait for?”
“’s too much, just—“
His voice is even. “If this is too much for you, you’ll break before the nights over,”
The word break makes the lust in your veins burn - like fire running through you. You’re gasping as Xavier pushes his hand between your legs again - his fingers probing deeper this time. You feel him glide across the length of your slit, feeling the arousal. Your muscles twitching as he brushes your clit on a each pass, but not deliberately.
“If I can do whatever I want, then I’ll have to fuck you until I’m satisfied. It’s too late to take it back, so don’t say it’s too much. Just be good and take it,”
Fuck. Your whole body melts. The declaration in it, the demand. A surety that leaves your stomach tied in knots. You feel Xaviers fingers at your entrance. His middle finger slips inside of your pussy with ease. You press your face into his shoulder, leaning into him for support while he stretches you open. He works himself inside of you slowly but still impatiently. Eagerly searching for your sweet spot and finding it easily. His fingers are thinner, but long - reach deeper than you could on your own. He fucks himself into you down to the knuckle, humming as you clench down around the digit in arousal.
“You’re sucking me in,” He laughs against your neck. You whimper. “Do you want it that badly?”
The answer is a resounding yes. Right now especially, it feels like the only thing that’ll calm you down. All your inhibitions melt away and give way to something carnal. Your core is throbbing, hips rutting into the air and chasing friction. Sensation. Any kind of release to the tension you feel building inside of you all over again.
Xavier curls fingers into your gspot, touching you deeply before he adds another finger and stretches you out as he scissors them. He gives you little time to adjust, not as much as he would on another day. Thinking of the slight ache only arouses you further, some distant lust at the idea of being taken.
Xavier works you open until your pussy grows wetter, stickier from arousal - the sound filthy as he pumps them in and out of you with no intent other then working you up. You bite down on your lip trying to hold it in. A cruel and precise touch makes it pointless, moaning loud at the sudden jolt of pleasure.
You want more then this. Your body is begging for it.
“Xavier, please. Please,”
“I thought it was too much. Did you change your mind?”
You look at him, lips drawn into a pout. Even in the dark, you can make out his features. It’s easy to see amusement flash over his face - affection and adoration wrapped up in his jealousy and anger.
“Did you?” He presses.
“Please,”
Xavier wordlessly pulls away from you, spinning you around effortlessly until you’re facing the door and pressing your weight against it. It doesn’t take long before you hear the sound of a zipper, followed by something hard heavy pressed against your ass. Xavier puts his hand on top of yours, interlocking your fingers. His other hand holds onto your hips, pulling you until you’re flush to his cock. You push yourself back on him as Xavier tsks.
“Look at you,”
Your head feels hazy at his tone of voice. Half-way between amusement and mocking. “’m sorry. Please fuck me,”
Xavier eases his cock into you without any warning. You find your waist going weak - only being held up by him as he stretches your cunt. His cock is long - intrusive as the tip presses through to the entrance. Tight hole yielding to him easily, familiar with the shape and taste of it. You’ve taken him so many times over but it never fails to make you feel so fucking good. Your pussy throbs as you push yourself onto him further, itching to take him completely - aching from somewhere deep.
A moan is punched out of your lungs. Satisfaction and pleasure makes a mess of your nerves, your thighs trembling from effort as you lean on the door for support. He’s not even all the way in, but you’re sensitive - so worked up youhave to make effort to breathe around the pleasure.
“Don’t you think its unfair, acting so shameless when I’m meant to be taking it out on you?” Xavier asks. He fucks into you deeper in one hard thrust, nearly dropping you to your knees. His name comes out like a cry. “You’re clinging onto me so much,”
You moan his name feeling especially helpless to it. Your mind feels completely blank, you’re barely able to respond to his taunting. All you can feel is white-hot pleasure, heart pounding as your fingers curl up. The euphoric drag of the head through silken walls, the sticky warmth and skin on skin. How close he is, how deep. Your voice no longer something you can control.
“You’re being so loud now. They’ll hear you,” Xavier presses. You feel your pussy tighten at the thought. Anyone could walk by and hear exactly how you sound sheathed on his cock. The desperation in your voice. Your arousal spikes and it doesn’t go unnoticed. “You want them to hear you? You must like the attention. Maybe I’m not giving you enough. Is that why you did such a thing?”
You feel incoherent. “Xavier, Xavier,”
“I’ll make up for it, so remember it clearly next time you want to misbehave,” His hand comes around your throat, the other around your waist as fingers brush against your clit. Your body jolts at the touch. Loud moans echoing in your room as Xaviers voice brushes your ear, breath tickling your skin. “You’re mine,” He punctuates, bottoming out completely. Your mind feels like it’s on the precipice of breaking, hung over the knifes edge of pleasure. “I’ll fuck it into you so you don’t forget easily.”
“Xavier, close, getting close, gonna cum—“
The hand on your throat remains steady as his fingers rub your clit. Xavier is quiet as he makes you cum. His teeth are sunk into your shoulder, leaving a bite deep enough to sting as your vision starts to blur out. Bleary and needy.
The knot in your belly unwinds as you repeat yourself frantically. Getting closer and closer, your whole body broken out into tremors. Your shoulders are shaking. Xavier groans - his teeth scraping at your neck - tugging your earlobe. He focuses all of his energy into fucking you hard. Deep and fast, tip kissing your cervix on each pass with a perfect curve.
You blink once, twice before you’re seeing stars. Your cunt spasms, something warm and wet spraying onto the floor beneath you as Xavier fucks you through your orgasm. You feel like a neutron star, your mind caving in as pure euphoria fractures your conscious and leaves you completely and utterly out of breath - body leaning on the door as your remaining strength is drained from you.
When you manage to catch your breath, Xavier leans over your shoulder and presses a chaste kiss to your lips. It startles you a little as your mind is slow to catch up. His demeanor much softer and more mellowed now, even though he’s yet to cum. Apparently fucking you stupid really does help his mood.
He kisses your shoulder. “It’s too early to tap out, but we’ll do it in bed this time,”
You laugh sincerely. “Okay. Yeah, thanks.”