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But it’s hard to think. It’s hard to speak. You reach for his shoulder to anchor you as he grinds down against your core. “Yours…”

You can feel the stretch of his smile.

“𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞.”

“You,” you say, and he bears his weight down on you. “Mm, you, Xavier. I belong to you.”

He licks into your mouth and drops his hand to your hips, guiding you together. “Say it again.”

You need him.

“Xavier, I–”

His stare darkens. “Who do you belong to?”

Your mouth begins to water. You spread your legs to cradle his hips between yours, and you can feel how badly he needs you, too. With a quiet gasp, you flex your fingers, then lean up to brush your lips against his.

He slams it down beside your head and ducks down to brush his nose against yours, and you can barely breathe in the rush of adrenaline.

“Who do you belong to?” he asks.

Desire courses through your belly. “No one.”

“Try again.”

You pretend to try to break free. His python hold tightens.

A sense of pride overtakes you. You slide your fingers to his cheek and brush your knuckles along his soft skin. “Don’t you like it?”

It takes a moment for him to recover, yet when he does, his hand engulfs your wrist.

“I should make you get on your knees,” he says. “Make you beg for my forgiveness.”

“You 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 have to make me,” is your challenge.

Xavier pulls back to scrutinize you through an icy glare. “You’re so defiant today.”

His mouth is starving, ravenous. His kiss is full of teeth and punctuated by pain. You are helplessly melting into his touch, growing weaker with his fire, and when he leads you down to the mattress, you fist your fingers into his hair and lure him with you.

“I…” your stare drops to his mouth and you think, no, it’s not over yet. “I don’t belong to anyone.”

There’s a flicker of unmistakeable thrill in those blue, blue eyes. “Then I suppose I need to remind you.”

––––––

He dips down to your eye level. You are fully caged. “I want you to tell me you’re mine.” His long fingers curl around your jaw to yank your face to his. You gasp. 𝑂ℎ, but what you see when you look is pink on his cheeks, the tips of his ears. “Tell me.”

His arms fall to his sides as he steps forward. You step back. “What do you think is a fitting punishment?”

Your mouth goes dry. He crowds you into the wall, and you can hear the drumbeat anxiety pulsing in your ears. “Xavier…”

“Xavier?” And then you turn, finally looking at him, staring up at that tempestuous stare. His chin is raised, his shoulders straight and jaw set.

“You’ve been quite unruly,” he says finally. “Flirting with every man we came in contact with just to rile me up.”

You swallow. “Well…”

But you’re being stalked. You’re being hunted.

“Are you staying here tonight?” you ask to no response. “You can if you want. I can order us some breakfast in the morning.” His silence stretches with weight like lead.

As you place down your bags and slide your shoes from your feet, Xavier lingers by the door. He strikes an imposing shadow, tall and broad, blocking the entrance with his body, and he’s watching you, tracking you in silence. You try not to look him in the eye. You try to seem unbothered.

Xavier’s voice lowers, his breath coasting across your cheek. “Should I remind you that you’re mine?”

Your mind slips with the implications. Excitement catches your thundering heart. “I don’t belong to anyone.”

“We’ll see.”

––––––

“What game are you playing?” Xavier murmurs in your ear at the food cart.

“Game?” but the innocence you feign is far from convincing with your cheek full of free melon cubes from the vendor.

“Is that how we’re doing this?”

Heat trickles down your back. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Here,” he says, curt, adding his pile to yours on the counter. “Give her the bear.”

The cashier does.

––––––

He yanks you into his side, and the cashier stares, nonplussed.

“Boyfriend,” Xavier says.

“Wh–”

“I’m her 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑.”

And you adore how deep his voice gets when he’s mad. How possessive his fingers feel digging into your side. It makes you bite your lip and lean into his warm hold.

You can’t see him, but you can feel Xavier approaching.

“Unless your friend has some he’s willing to share?”

It’s another nail in the coffin when you giggle, you know so, yet it doesn’t stop you from winking when Xavier’s arm slides around your waist.

“Thank you,” you’re saying while you bat your lashes. “Do I have enough for the big one?”

“Almost,” the cashier answers as he mirrors you, one elbow on the counter. “Probably another round will get you to the right amount. Guess you’ll have to stick around a little longer.”

With a long rope of tickets in your hand, you lean your elbow on the counter and give the young cashier a sweet smile. He returns it in kind when he takes the tickets from you.

Xavier’s hardened stare is electrifying.

“Oh,” you say before you can think better of it. “I guess he did. It’s 𝑠𝑜 cute.”

Xavier does not like that.

––––––

And as your lips part to speak, to remind Xavier that perhaps it hadn’t been the flirting he believes it to be, your cheeks heat. Xavier looks irritated despite the mask, and you think, maybe, 𝑝𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑠 there’s something to be taken here. Something to be 𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅.

“You don’t see it?” You turn to the receipt to ponder, but Xavier is impatient when he taps the doodle. “He gave this to 𝑦𝑜𝑢.”

It takes a moment before this behavior registers. 𝐽𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑦.

The response is a flat hum as he slides the receipt toward you for inspection. A smiley face and a little thank you are handwritten along the top. You can only tilt your head when you look back at Xavier’s disgruntled expression. “What am I looking at?”

It starts innocuously enough.

The waiter leaves the receipt in a faux leather booklet and excuses himself with a gracious smile that you return.

“He was nice,” you say as you begin to stand, yet you see the way Xavier tenses across the booth, and you pause. “No?”

Request: HI STRANGER, i can’t wait to read everything you write hsjshd i’m so excited i would like to request fem!mc being a brat and purposely making xav jealous all day during their date, nsfw ensues pls and thank you for doing the lord’s work Xavier: Jealousy #xavier, #brat, #brat tamer, #possessiveness, #semi-nsfw ––––––––––––––––– Xavier looks irritated despite the mask, and you think, maybe, perhaps there’s something to be taken here. Something to be gained.

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Xavier: Jealousy
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