X Reader Angst Clingy Novels & Stories

He finishes with a growl. Involuntarily, my lower belly clenches. A fresh coat of moisture dripped down the middle of my thighs. This time, I know it has nothing to do with the book. I’m just glad I’m wearing pants now, unlike the past few days when I was walking around in his shirt and nothing else. Xander’s nostrils flare as he takes another threatening step forward. “Do you like being degraded?” I glared at him, but he wasn’t expecting an answer either way because he answered himself. “Who am I kidding? I know that you do.”

“Xander—fuck—your tongue—oh my god, right there—suck my clit harder, please—I’m so close already—” He groaned against her, the vibration shooting straight through her core. “Taste so fucking good, Riley. Been dreaming about this pussy for years. So sweet and messy just for me.” He sucked harder, fingers curling relentlessly, tongue flicking fast over her clit until her legs shook violently.

Angela Ever since the kiss in the gym house, Xavier has been all touchy. He tries to touch me at any given opportunity. On the dining table, he places his hand periodically, his fingers deliberately brushing mine, In the kitchen, while preparing breakfast or dinner, he walks in sneakily to give me a back hug, whenever I’m putting McKenzie to sleep, he’s always beside me, his hand either across my shoulder or hanging on my waist. Despite having tried to push him away anytime he makes little body contact, I can’t deny that I love his warmth, that his attention is welcoming, and that I wish things weren’t so complicated with us.

His lips traced every inch of my collarbone. When his fingers dipped below my waistband, I gasped. “Xavier…” “Tell me to stop,” he murmured. I didn’t. And he didn’t. It wasn’t sex. Not fully. But it was fire. Hot. Desperate. Messy. By the time we pulled apart, I was half in his arms, breathless, heartbeat pounding in my ears. “I hate you,” I whispered. He smiled. “Liar.” --- Aunt May – POV

After giving up on research, I had every intention of enjoying a romance novel in the library for the rest of the day, but when Xavier came in the library looking for me, I knew from the look on his face that he had other plans. He had reached out his hand requesting to read the page I was on. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that I was reading a particularly spicy scene. My flushed face gave everything away. Xavier’s nostrils flared as he finished reading the page I was on. In the book the main characters were fucking on the floor of the library when another male character joined them. They filled two of her holes and plowed into her in the middle of the stacks. “I can smell

A wave of heat goes through my body and I press my legs together as between them starts to ache. He rises from the ground in a rush as he eyes me. The ache between my legs intensifies as I take a step toward him. Xander jumps to Maximus and wraps his arms around him restraining him. I watch as Maximus fights his hold and his hands elongate to claws. Another wave of heat hits me and I almost sink to the ground at the feel of it whole Xander curses. "MINE!!!" Maximus growls out. I lick my lips at the word wanting to be exactly that. As soon as he gets closer that's all I want to be.

I just need to convince her that what we’re doing now is perfect, and we don’t have to change anything. I’m still crazy for her even without the—. Fuck, she’s smiling more brightly today. “You’re home early!” She chirped. Because I can’t wait to see you—even though I can’t touch you. I’m still crazily drawn to you. I can’t stay away for just one second. God, I’m so fucking clingy. “Angel,” I stared at my tie strapping my right wrist to the arms of my seat by the dining table, “what’s this?”

I whisper into the quiet room, my voice a cracked, raw murmur that trembles with an ocean of fierce, unwavering devotion. As if hearing my vow through the live wire of our bond, he stirs slightly against me. His brow furrows for a fraction of a second before a soft, ragged sigh slips past his lips. Then, in a sudden, fiercely instinctive movement, Xander stirs and throws his entire strength into getting as close to me as physically possible. He forces his body against mine, shifting his weight with a desperate urgency until his upper torso is molded perfectly to my chest. He pushes his head forcefully into the crook of my neck, burying his face deep into my skin as if trying to merge with me

“Seems like a fair trade.” Her heart stuttered. “This isn’t funny.” “I’m not laughing.” And he wasn’t. Not really. Because the tension between them wasn’t light anymore. It was heavy. Real. Dangerously close to snapping. Carolina’s hand lifted—hesitant at first— Then rested lightly against his chest. The contact sent another sharp pulse through the bond. Stronger. Deeper. Xander inhaled sharply. “Careful,” he said. “Why?” she asked, barely above a whisper.

“Xander, I feel nothing but disgust for you.” He growled before grabbing my arm a little too tight, I winced as he glared at me. “You can’t feel this? The sparks? The need?” His eyes were turning black as he yanked me into his chest. “Ow! Xander that hurt! Let go” I said trying to pull away but he held me tighter. “You can’t feel that this is right? That you are mine?” he growled into my ear as I felt my heart leap in panic, the need, and lust evident in his tone and what was pressing into my leg.