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harmonyrae · 14 days ago

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Crimson Glow

Synopsis: Xavier is worried when you don't show up to work. When he gets home and finds you in an interesting position, thanks to your raging period hormones, he knows what you need. But when you notice his injury, you insist he let you complete an "inspection" first.

Content Warnings: Unreturned Traveler & Misty Silhouette inspired, mentions of menstrual cycle, feminine products, blood/bleeding, injuries, explicit language, angst, fingering & handjob, breath play, shower sex, rough sex, cute after care, PiV, implied unprotected sex, cream pie, Xavier is a menace, 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 4.9k

Beep Beep Beep

The dryer beeps echo down the hallway and you reluctantly roll off the couch and shuffle your feet all the way to the laundry room. The fresh sheets smell heavenly and you nearly suffocate yourself pressing your face into the warm fabric. You really need to start tracking your period, starting overnight and bleeding all over your sheets is getting old. Then again, fresh sheets always make you feel better. You ball up the comforter and shuffle to your bedroom.

As you remake your bed you shift uncomfortably, your cramps have become overwhelming. Just as you secure the fitted sheet to the mattress you collapse, gripping your stomach. You reach for your comforter and pull it over your body. Cuddling the plush fabric, you settle onto your side. Your period has always been intense, but if feels like this month it is trying to outdo itself.

You close your eyes, trying to stop the impending headache. You groan when you realize you left your phone in the living room, there’s no way you are getting up to retrieve it. You had already decided to let this sudden wave of exhaustion win. The sounds of traffic outside your apartment slowly fade away and the brightness behind your eyelids darkens.

Xavier’s fingers always knew exactly where to go. There was never a moment of hesitation and he didn’t waste time being gentle, he knew what you wanted and how much pressure to apply. He never fails to get your hips twitching, your thighs burning, your back arching. How effortlessly he lifts you and sits you on his stomach, it never fails to make you shiver with anticipation. With his erection pressed against your ass your mind goes blank. Your hips grind against his abs, the ridges of his muscles giving you just enough friction to spur you on. You grind faster and faster, his hands cup your breasts and squeeze, pinching your nipples deliciously. Your breathing turns shallow and sweat trickles down your back as your need becomes unbearable. You swear you hear Xavier saying something beneath you, his voice quiet and far away. You think you mumble something about not hearing him, but you can’t be sure. And then a white light blinds you, blinking rapidly doesn’t help and you finally close your eyes.

“Somebody’s having a good dream…”

Xavier’s voice is quiet, he lifts his hand to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You open an eye and see Xavier crouched beside your bed, his chin resting on his hand. You lift your hand to rub your eyes and sigh. The frustration pent up in your chest is starting to hurt. And that’s when it hits you, his words, your position on the bed, everything becoming crystal clear.

Laying on your stomach, your hips pressed against the bed, your hand tucked under your breast. Were you grinding against the bed in your sleep? Your cheeks burn with the realization and you cover your head with the comforter. You hear Xavier’s chuckle and feel his hand rub your back.

“I was just coming over to check on you and…”

You pull the comforter back and squint your eyes at him. He leans forward and kisses your forehead. You finally notice his ears are slightly red and his touch feels warm.

“I heard you saying my name. Over… and over. I didn’t think you were asleep if I’m honest.”

You try to pull the blanket back over your head, but Xavier catches it and tugs it down to reveal your face.

“Stop hiding, you’ve caught me doing the same thing before. Don’t be embarrassed.”

You sigh and roll over, covering your eyes with your arm. You feel the bed shift and Xavier’s hands take yours, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles over your skin.

“You weren’t at work today and you didn’t answer my texts or calls. Sorry if I was bothering you…”

You immediately throw your arm off and grab onto his.

“No! Baby, you weren’t�� I didn’t mean to ignore you, I’m sorry. I was washing my sheets and then fell asleep and I probably had my phone on silent. I just…”

You sigh and squeeze his arm. He smiles at you and lifts your hand to place a kiss to your knuckles. Warmth spreads up your arm and across your chest at the gesture.

“I… I’m on menstrual leave…”

Xavier’s face relaxes as realization washes over him. He moves one of his hands to your stomach and carefully massages. You flinch and sink your hips into the bed away from his touch. Xavier’s brows furrow and he places his hand on the bed next to your hip.

“Are you in a lot of pain? Do you want me to get the heating pad?”

You turn your face away from him, the heat rising to your cheeks was surely noticeable. His fingers grab your chin and he forces you to look at him.

“Stop pulling away, let me help. I can… Do you want me to cook something for you?”

Your eyes widen and you sit up. With the comforter pushed away, you feel your body shake. You watch Xavier’s eyes drop down and you follow his gaze, you realize your tank top is totally soaked with sweat. You hold your breath to try to stop the shivers, but it just causes your teeth to chatter. Xavier pulls the comforter off of you and stands, offering his hand to help you up. Your pent up frustration finally starts to boil over.

“I just took a shower and washed these sheets and now instead of blood, it’s my sweat! Fucking hot flashes! If it’s not one thing it’s another… Ughh…”

Xavier frowns and grabs your hand pulling you to the edge of the bed. You feel your body go limp as you let him guide you to the bathroom. He grabs a towel and hangs it beside the shower. You stare in the mirror at your disheveled appearance. Your hair sticks to your back and the sides of your face. The dark circles under your eyes have started to swell and your face and chest glisten with sweat.

You watch Xavier through the mirror. As he lifts his arm to turn on the shower, you spot a tear in his uniform. You see blood staining the fabric around the tear and spin around so fast you make yourself dizzy. Once you feel stable, you rush over to him and damn near pin him to the wall next to the shower. Your hands immediately pull at the tear to look underneath. You can’t help but notice how he winces.

“I’m fine, it’s nothing serious.”

You put your hands on your hips and don’t bother to hide the pout forming on your lips.

“You are trying to take care of me when you’re the one who is injured? Did that happen today? Were you alone? I should have been there. Are you in pain?”

You start to reach for his waist, attempting to get a better view of the wound. He chuckles and grabs your hands.

“So you’re worried about me hiding my injuries from you?”

“Yes! Let me take a look at it.”

He doesn’t let go of your hands, no matter how hard you struggle.

“Xavier, I mean it!”

The bathroom slowly fills with steam as the shower heats up. Xavier tilts his head and his smile becomes mischievous.

“So you want to do an inspection?”

You grit your teeth and shift your feet, unintentionally stomping them with a huff. He chuckles.

“I’ll let you inspect my wound if you get in the shower with me and relax.”

Your frustration quickly turns to arousal and you have to clear your throat to keep up appearances. He releases your hands and starts unhooking the straps of his uniform. You take a step back and stare at him. He maintains eye contact as he pulls his jacket off and starts to unbuckle his pants. You can feel your heartbeat quicken. The bandage on his side comes into view and you have a moment of clarity, you really want to make sure he’s not badly injured. You hook your thumbs in your sleep shorts, tugging them down and dropping them to the floor. The only time you break eye contact is when you plop down on the toilet to remove your tampon. When you look up, you notice Xavier has turned around. You smile at the gesture and pull your tank top over your head.

You walk over to Xavier, your eyes drifting from his bandage to his ass - that perfectly perky ass… You place your hands on his waist and he looks over his shoulder at you.

“The wound won’t get wet. I put a waterproof bandage on it.”

He quickly turns around and grabs your wrists, swiftly backing you both into the shower. The warm water washes over you and you almost stumble forward into him. He catches you and moves his hands to hold your shoulders. You run your hand down his side and inch your hand closer to his wound. When you don’t feel the edge of the bandage, you pause.

“Where is it?”

He lifts his arm and looks at the wound, a tiny trickle of blood dripping down his side.

“Huh? How’d it manage to come off? I guess it wasn’t as waterproof as I thought. That explains why it stings a little.”

He lets his shoulders droop and your eyes snap to his.

“I can’t even lift my arms now.”

You narrow your eyes at him, but the pathetic voice he’s putting on is just so cute, you decide not to call him out for it just yet. He leans back against the tile wall and lets the water run down his chest. He takes hold of your hands and guides them up to his neck.

“If you’re doing an inspection, you should be thorough. We can start with my neck.”

You start to pull back, should you let this continue? You know how Xavier gets and you know exactly what he’s doing. You’re on your period and the last thing you want is to make him uncomfortable. You’ve been in a relationship for a while, but never had a conversation about period sex. Is this his way of telling you he’s okay with it? Will he change his mind?

As if he can read your thoughts, he lifts your hand to his mouth and kisses your fingertips. He kisses your palm, your wrist and holds your other hand to his chest.

“Stop overthinking… you have an inspection to do, remember?”

The look he gives you is firm, yet loving. You blink rapidly, letting your body inch forward. When you feel his erection against your thigh you gasp. You feel the cloud of doubt vanish and you lean into his touch.

“Start with your neck, yea?”

He nods and he lets go of your hands, resting his own on your hips. You trace the sides of his neck slowly, your fingertips trailing up his jaw and down the center of his throat. You lean forward and let your lips brush over the sensitive spot under his ear and he shudders. You pull back just enough to look into his eyes.

“After that is my chest…”

His voice is steady, but his breathing has quickened. You slowly drop your hands to his chest, tracing the defined muscles of his pecs and fingering his nipples. His chest caves as you rub the pads of your fingers against them. You don’t wait for him to continue his instructions, you drift down to his abs, letting your fingertips drag across each flexed muscle. You feel your clit throb as you dig your fingers into his hips and lower a hand to wrap around his cock. He’s so damn hard and just the sensation of your hand touching him makes him twitch. You start pumping him, your mouth watering just thinking about tasting him. With his wound long forgotten, you quicken your pace.

“You’re rushing… It’s almost like you’ve been burned by it.”

You try to slow down, but his trembling voice has your head spinning. Your grip is loose, you let your fingertips trace the vein along the underside of his shaft. You don’t even realize your pinky is curved in, your fingernail grazing his swollen tip with every pass.

“Harder. Be more careful… and have... more patience.”

You press your other hand against the tile wall behind him. The hand stroking him tightening until he shakes and thrusts into your fist. When you have the right pressure, you start moving again. Your fingers sticking together to keep from scratching him, his precum starting to coat your fingers. You let your nose brush against his jaw.

“You’re so demanding…”

He groans, but you’re sure he meant to laugh. His breathing gets louder and louder, the louder he becomes the faster your pump. He doesn’t even need to thrust into your fist with how you’re moving. He leans his head back against the tile.

“Are you taking out your frustration on me? This isn’t an attempt to break me, is it?”

His hand leaves your hip and grabs onto your wrist, forcing your movements to stop. He presses his lips to your ear and nips at your earlobe, a soft moan escapes your lips and you press your chest against him.

“I already told you, breaking me won’t be that easy.”

With your hand loosening around his cock, he takes the opportunity to grab both of your wrists and spin you around. Your back hits the tile wall and you yelp at the sudden cool sensation. Your hands are pinned above you, his forehead rests against yours, his lips hover mere inches away from you.

“Now it’s my turn. I need to check in on you.”

You take a deep breath, barely able to keep yourself standing. The anxiety hits you again and you squeeze your thighs together.

“I’m not injured, it’s just… it’s just my period… and I don’t know –”

He interrupts you, his hand on your waist tugging you closer to his body.

“I know you’re not injured. But I still need to check…”

His fingers glide down your waist, curving under you until the pads of his fingertips find your clit. He’s not usually gentle, but he takes his time building the pressure, he watches your face to gauge your comfort. When your mouth falls open with a moan, he knows he’s in the clear and he presses his thumb against the swollen bundle. His index and middle fingers splitting you open before his middle finger circles your entrance.

“Did you miss me?”

He tilts his head and looks down, watching as his finger dips into you. You press your ass against the tile and you feel your hips rotate, widening your stance to give him more access. You stare at him, the steam from the shower making your vision blur.

“You were without your partner today… ahh… did you miss me?”

He looks into your eyes now, that mischievous smile returning slowly. Your tone was your undoing and you knew it. He lets out a breathy laugh before sinking a second finger into your tender pussy. His mouth slamming down onto yours barely giving you a second before slipping his tongue between your lips and stealing your breath away. He starts kissing your jaw and lowers his head to your neck, biting and sucking until your back is arching off the wall into him.

“Yes yes yes… okay yes… I missed you Xavier! I missed you!”

His fingers slow inside you and he nuzzles his forehead into the crook of your neck.

“Just saying you miss me isn’t enough. Your body needs to say it too…”

With that, he starts scissoring up into you, his fingers spreading you wider with each thrust. Your moans are so loud they echo off the walls and take you by surprise. His hand around your wrists loosens for a moment.

“It’s so cramped in here… let me come a little closer.”

He pulls your arms down and around the back of his neck. You lock your fingers and hold onto him. His hand drops to lift your thigh, guiding you to wrap it around his hip. He holds your leg up, while his other hand continues to finger you. You can feel how easily his fingers are sliding in and out of you now. While the little voice in the back of your head is nagging you about making a mess, your pussy clenching reminds you that you don’t really give a fuck right now.

“You’re so wet…”

You close your eyes and press your head back against the wall. Usually you’d fight against your bratty tendencies, but your emotions are running at an all time high. And you know how Xavier gets when you are a brat… And that Xavier is exactly who you craved.

“We are in a shower genius…”

Xavier groans, his cock twitching against your inner thigh. His fingers almost stop moving, making your hips rock forward as you chase the pleasure.

“You know… the water is warm now, but I want to increase the temperature.”

He fully removes his fingers and you look at him with wide eyes. You’re about to complain when he looks down and you feel his tip press into you. You look down and gasp at the sight of your pussy stretching to take him. He grabs onto your hip with his free hand and pulls your hips forward as he sinks deeper into you. The water running over your skin serves as the only grounding element at the moment. Your pussy sucks him in so quickly every worry and fear about your period deterring him vanishes and you dig your nails into his back.

“This is welcoming me back so warmly. Can you feel it?”

His thumb returns to your clit, circling and flicking in inconsistent intervals so you have no time to calm down. His mouth returns to yours, his kisses are needy - just as needy as your own. He moans into your mouth as he rolls his hips. Your tongue flicking against his lips makes him whine, your hands thread into his hair and you keep him pressed against you. You feel like you’ve lost control over your body, your pussy throbs around him over and over.

“I can’t… I can’t stop…”

“Yes, I feel it…”

You can’t hear anything other than the lewd squelches of his cock sinking into you and the steady slapping of skin on skin. He glides his hand up your back and holds your body flush against his. He tugs at your hair and you release his lips. He digs his face into your neck taking a deep breath, the steady pace of his hips never faltering.

“I missed you. I missed the warmth of your neck, too.”

You feel his lips drag along the column of your throat, not fully pressing down, just enough to make you shudder.

“As well as the soft sighs that escape your lips.”

He finally places a kiss at the top of your neck, right under your jaw. He sucks your skin hard and bites. You let out a breathy moan, all the air suddenly pressed out of your lungs. His tongue soothes the skin, his featherlight kisses return as he lifts his head to face you again.

“Yes, exactly like that.”

He mumbles the words against your lips. He starts kissing you again, his hips thrusting faster with each moan. You’re so close, your clit brushing against the dusting of hair at his base, your pussy throbbing and clenching relentlessly, your nipples rubbing against Xavier’s firm chest. Your brain is short circuiting and you want more. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth and bite down. Xavier squeezes your thigh in response, his head jerking backwards as his eyes scan your face.

“Ahh… Did you just bite me?”

You rub your thumb over his swollen lip and giggle as he winces dramatically. He grabs your wrist and holds you still. Your smile fades as you feel his hips stop moving.

“You are being mischievous again.”

You moan and try to press your hips forward. He drops your thigh and you gasp, but he leans down and tucks his hands between your thighs, he lifts you so your thighs rest over his forearms, his hand holding your ass. The look on his face is downright terrifying - in the best way…

“I need to punish you.”

He steps back carefully and you lean back, your arms stretch out to the side to balance yourself.

“Wrap your arms around my neck or you’ll fall.”

You quickly wrap your arms around him and rest your upper back against the wall behind you. The arch in your back and the new position overwhelms you. He starts ramming his cock upwards, hitting that spongy spot just right, you’re seeing stars. Xavier buries his face between your tits as they bounce in rhythm with his thrusts. His mouth latches onto your nipple and his tongue rolls the peak quickly, round and round. You grab at his hair, trying to hold him close. You feel your orgasm spiraling, but something is still not quite right. He’s still being too gentle. You tug on his hair, trying to pull him away.

“Xavier… stop…”

He immediately lifts his head and looks up at you. His eyes half closed, his cheeks flushed - he’s close too, you can tell. You do your best to look uncomfortable, which forces Xavier to pull out and set you down carefully. You hold onto his shoulders and he holds your waist looking you up and down with concern.

“Did I do something wrong?”

You look up at him, fluttering your lashes and biting your lip. You drop your hands to his waist and pull him closer. Your lips press against his neck repeatedly, sucking and biting as you try to back him against the shower door. You know he can read you, you don’t feel like telling him what you need, especially when your brain feels like mush at the moment. He grabs your face and you whimper, his eyes darken as he stares down at you.

“You’re not being honest. I need to punish you again. Turn around. Your back should face me.”

His hands return to your waist and he spins you around, pressing your chest against the wall with his chest against your back. You feel his cock pressing against your ass. He tugs your hips back and you brace yourself, placing your palms against the wall. You gasp as you feel Xavier press his cock to your entrance again.

“Xavier! Fuck…”

He pushes himself into you in one brutal thrust.

“What? Too slippery to hold on?”

Your nails scrape against the walls. Your tits bounce off of the wall, your face pressed against the cool tile serving as a welcomed reprieve from the heat. Xavier’s grip on your hips tightens and you smile, there he is. He fucks into you so rapidly your thighs start to burn.

“Ahh.. Xavier fuck… ngh!”

You gasp, struggling to get a full breath. The frustration you’ve been feeling all day slowly melts away. He steps forward, your body sliding up the wall and his hand circling around the front of your neck. He takes hold of your jaw and turns your head to face him.

“Can’t catch your breath?”

He kisses you, his tongue tracing your lips but refusing to go further. You whimper as he teases you and you can feel him smiling against your mouth. He finally shifts his mouth to your ear to whisper.

“Even if you surrender now, I won’t stop.”

You moan and hold the back of his neck.

“Yes yes ahh yes fuck yes Xav fuck!”

You press your hips back meeting him halfway and he wraps an arm around your waist, holding you so tightly you can’t move anymore.

“Are you… trying to press yourself against me?”

“Xavier please…”

You hear his wicked laugh, his grip around your neck tightens.

“I knew you were pretending to be innocent again…”

To try to gain back a tiny bit of control, you bring your legs together and squeeze your thighs. Xavier gasps and his free hand slams against the wall beside your head. With your legs pressed together you can feel every tiny twitch of his cock.

“I see you learned a few new tricks while I was gone.”

The arm around your waist loosens and he slides his hand between your legs, he pinches your clit. You scream his name as your orgasm hits you. Xavier’s grip on your neck tightens again, you grab at his hand around your throat. His fingers leave you clit to grab both of your wrists and pull them behind your back. He loosens his grip to let you catch your breath, but just as you feel your lungs fill he tightens once again. The back and forth, the lack of oxygen, the steam surrounding you, the flow of warm water hitting your shoulder, it makes your climax even more intense.

You feel a sudden burst of warmth and try to tilt your chin down, but Xavier moves his hand up to your jaw to hold you still. He presses his forehead against the shower wall beside your face and continues to roll his hips. You kiss his cheek as you come down from your orgasm and fight the sting of overstimulation. This simple act of love is the final piece of the puzzle. He groans loudly and you feel his release, the warmth spreading through you and dripping down your thighs.

“So, do you prefer it like this?”

He turns his head to face you, his nose pressed against yours. The hand around your throat relaxes and drops to your collarbone, his thumb strokes the skin there as his arm rests on your shoulder. He keeps himself tucked inside you, softening only slightly.

“Maybe I do…”

He rolls his hips once causing both of you to groan.

“Okay okay… yes I like it like this.”

He starts kissing your shoulder. His wet hair sticks to his forehead, water droplets dripping down his cheeks.

“I like it when you’re rough with me. It reminds me that I’m not made of glass… I need it… so yes, I like it.”

He laughs and pulls out. He releases your wrists and you turn to wrap your arms around his neck. He rubs your sides slowly.

“Then, you can tie my hands and have some fun next time. How does that sound?”

You nod eagerly, just thinking about Xavier tied up and at your mercy makes your clit throb again. It seems the thought turns him on again as well. You giggle as you rub your thigh against his hardening cock.

“But for the rest of today, your punishment…”

He reaches over and turns off the shower before lifting you, your legs instinctively wrapping around him. He opens the shower door and carries you to the sink, setting you on the edge of the counter. He kisses you sweetly, but his hands roughly push your thighs apart.

“Must continue…”

He proceeds to fuck you on pretty much every surface of the bathroom. He takes you into your bedroom to clean you up and brings you a tampon before you get dressed. When you ask why you can’t go into the bathroom he just tells you to lay down on the couch and order food. When you try to argue he just kisses you until you give in. Usually you’d be angry with him, kissing you to stop a conversation, but you know he’s doing it on purpose so he can clean up the bathroom. He won’t let you feel guilty about the mess, especially when he was partially responsible for it.

You order from Xavier’s favorite hot pot spot and put on an old movie while you wait. When Xavier finishes cleaning the bathroom, he exits your bedroom with your bedding tucked under his arm. He heads to the laundry room to wash it, again, for you. You barely remember how upset you were earlier, just seeing Xavier walk around your apartment in just his sweatpants doing chores made you feel so loved. And horny… again... if you were being honest.

Xavier curls up on the couch with you until the food arrives and he gets up to get you whatever you need while you eat. He massages your sore thighs and holds a heating pad to your stomach when your cramps return. And when you fall asleep in his arms, he carefully settles you onto the couch while he makes your bed.

When he tucks you in and climbs in beside you, you scooch closer to him and rest your cheek on his chest. He holds you, his hand rubbing your back. You take a deep breath, savoring his warmth and you smile. When you open your eyes you see tiny specks of light floating around you. You tilt your chin and look up at Xavier. His eyes are closed, his breathing steady.

“You’re glowing again, Xav.”

He hums in response, the orbs of light dancing happily in the darkness. You kiss his chest and watch the orbs float around until your eyelids feel heavy. You finally close your eyes and just as you’re drifting off to sleep you hear Xavier’s voice.

“You’re the light of my life, I’ll always glow for you.”

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