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no brain, only caleb.

[fleetingpilot]

🍎 BUNNY — caleb's sweetheart, darling, pervert, lapbunny, whatever. not immune to his puppy eyes, never was. mainly writing for caleb, occasionally the rest too. this blog was made for self-indulgence and a place for me to dump my thoughts so forgive me if i'm unable to keep up with an idea or write long fics. 22, they/them, if that's important. mdni.

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some things to note.

i answer asks as and when. unfortunately i've got a full time job so i'm not as online ,,

i mainly write gender neutral reader. homophobia and transphobia will not be tolerated in this blog. this is a safe space for all hunters <3

i apologise if my formatting seems odd. i'm mainly on mobile.

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[heartyluv]

pervertedroommate!caleb would like to hide in your closet so that he can get to watch you be your most vulnerable when you think no one’s home. but his favorite thing to experience is watching the moment you throw your blankets off your body, slide your panties down to your ankles, and slip a hand in between your legs while watching whatever dirty video that prompted such actions. you get so loud and sound so needy when you genuinely believe no one is around to hear or see you be so filthy. and of course, he can’t just sit there without doing something to alleviate the throbbing ache in his pants that you caused just by breathing. so he’d lower his sweatpants quietly at the same time that spread yourself open and stroke his cock as quietly as he can as you rub your clit at such an agonizingly slow pace.

he’d imagine himself adding to your mess, smearing his sticky precum with your slick before gathering it all with the flushed tip and sliding inside of you as he watches your pussy stretch to accommodate him. he’d imagine the way you’d tense up when he stuffs you full of his cum and how much of it would leak and seep through your sheets. he’d even imagine bending you over and making you bury your face in that same spot so you could taste it while he’s fucking you stupid and making you promise that his cock is the only one you’ll ever need.

but because caleb’s a such a coward and can’t bring himself to tell you how much he wants you, he’s content—for now—with being a pathetic creep that watches your every move without your knowledge or permission. it doesn’t hurt if you don’t know, right?

and when you finally finish, body becoming limp from the intense orgasm you pulled from yourself, he uses a fresh pair of panties that you have folded up on one of your shelves to catch his load with a hand braced firmly over his mouth to suppress his whimpering so that you’ll never know he was there. naturally he preferred a used pair, but beggars can’t be choosers.

he’d only leave the room once you finally fall asleep and takes those same panties that he’s ruined along with the pair you discarded not too long ago with the intent to continue his indulgence in his own bedroom.

he really hopes you won’t notice their absence, but he doesn’t mind if you do. he’ll be returning them to you with the rest in the next fresh load of laundry when he believes he’s gotten his fair use anyways.

creds to @/chrisssiren for the gradient scalloped dividers!!

[boonkiiboo]

i'm thinking about an experimental caleb who jerks off to porn and thinks of you.

yes, porn.

when far away he couldn't help himself, his flushed cock would beg for release as he'd jerk himself off over and over again, watching some blurry homemade video online, vividly imagining the couple as you and him. god he couldn't help it.

caleb knew it was a bad habit, he knew it wasn't real and just a fantasy, but he couldn't help but want to put you on your back, to have you ride him or jerk him off with his hands bound.

god you were so close but so far, he could imagine it, him guiding you into new positions, your eyes big and wide, following along with what he said, the thought of it making his cock twitch in his waiting hand, pre dribbling down the side of his cock, pooling on his lower stomach.

he brings his phone back into view, his eyes fluttering as he tries to focus on the video, his lips letting small whines and groans of your name slip out as he speeds up. he grips his cock, bucking into his hand as he imagines it's you. your cute manicured hands jerking him off, mocking and teasing him as you watch his face flushed and needy as he tries to prolong his orgasm. he'd do anything you asked, as long as you'd touch him.

he'd be your good boy.

he props his phone up again beside him, resting it on his bedside table as he folds his spare pillow in half, lowering it against his cock as he pistons into it the curve of it. beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, his moans overtaking the explicit sounds seeping out of his phone. he groans out your name, his breath hitching and deepening with each thrust as he chases his orgasm. his mouth parted, biting onto the necklace you got him, as he whined every inch and corner of his mind filled to the brim with you.

"puh-please..please baby, lemme cum, please, fuck–"

his head would press down against his pillow, hard, drool escaping his mouth as he nears his peak, his eyes squeezed shut, one hand gripping onto his thick cock, the other gripping onto the sheets as he bucked his hips faster and faster into the pillow.

He lets out a strained whine, curses escaping his lips as he imagines the pillow as you. your tight cunt squeezing him as he'd thrust into you. he groaned at the ideas that followed afterwards.

would you kiss him?

would you talk him through it?

would you want him to worship you?

godddd he needed you so badly.

he let out a final "fuck" his eyes seeing white before cumming into his pillow, his cum slowly dripping out of it, smearing onto his pelvis. he panted, hair stuck to his forehead as he tried to regain his breath. he grabbed a fistful of tissues, wiping his cum off his stomach as he threw his head back, his cock twitching.

caleb leaned up to pause the video, throwing the tissues in the bin beside his bed. he moved his spare hand up, running it through his hair before flopping back into bed. he looked back at the video, looking at the video length.

he came at 15 minutes, with 45 minutes left to spare.

he could do with another orgasm.

[luvyizhou]

18+ mdni | caleb always knows how to make u feel better after a bad day

TW. making out

caleb knew it had been one of those days the second you walked through the door, tired eyes and heavy limbs apparent as you toed off your shoes. usually you jumped into his arms within the first few seconds of seeing him, pouting and saying how much you missed his ‘pretty face’. today though, he only got a tight-lipped smile as you trudged towards the couch, falling against it with a groan.

he followed you into the living room, squatting before you and cocking his head to the side. “how was your day, angel?”

your throat bobbed a few times before you found your words, a shaky ‘good’ leaving your lips just as your eyes began to well with tears, caleb standing to his full height once he noticed you break. “my sweet girl…” he whispered, scooping you into his arms before sitting on the couch himself, cradling you. you shoved your face against his chest as you sobbed into his shirt, wet stains of your tears marking it when you raised your head.

“that bad?” he questioned, humming once you nodded. he felt terrible saying it, but you looked so cute. all your expressions were so animated, your face resembling the deep frown emoji. of course he felt awful knowing you were crying, but he couldn’t help himself—everything you did had him absolutely whipped for you.

“i’m sorry, princess. i should’ve been there for you.” he muttered, watching as you shook your head at the comment, adjusting the way you sat to comfortably perch on one thigh. “n-nothing you could do” you hiccupped, voice still catching on tears. caleb brought a hand to your face, thumb swiping away your tears before pressing a kiss to your forehead, each eyelid, then finally your lips.

“still”, he spoke, voice breathy while pecking your lips. “can you forgive gege?”

you felt his hot breath against your skin, nodding with your forehead leaning on his. he mumbled a ‘thank you’ against your cheek, pressing feather light kisses along your jawline. “sometimes it’s helpful to distract yourself…do you wanna try?”

your cheeks flushed at his question, shyly saying yes as caleb pulled you closer to him. he smiled sweetly before continuing to trail his lips along your skin, the soft sensation making you shiver. he hovered above your pulse point, licking the skin before nipping at it, heart swelling at the yelp that left your throat. your hands fisted his t-shirt, whimpering while he rested his lips at your jugular, counting your heartbeat with every thump.

finally, he moved his head to let his nose bump against yours, chuckling when you tried to initiate a real kiss. after teasing you for a few more seconds, he pressed his mouth against yours, taking advantage of your surprise and letting his tongue explore you.

you two had been together for so long now that caleb already knew all your spots, all the places that you were especially sensitive. he memorized which kisses left you breathless and which ones had you chasing after him, but even after all this time, caleb never got sick of your reactions. the way you’d gasp when he’d suck on your tongue or how you unintentionally bucked against him when he’d groan into a kiss.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, the two of you moving in perfect rhythm with each kiss. before he let himself get any more carried away, caleb slowly withdrew himself from you, watching how your chest heaved while your dilated pupils stared at his lips.

“how was that” he questioned, his voice now raspy. you bit your lip as he nervously shifted below your intense gaze, pretending to think deeply before moving forward and letting your lips lightly rest against his.

“think i need more before i can make a real judgement”

© all work belongs to @luvyizhou on tumblr, 2026. do NOT use, repost, or feed any of my work into AI or other websites.

[scorpyuu]

[ 🍎 🌟 ] These two…..

[hunterrami]

pov: you're on a date with fem!caleb

[pencintaapelll]

Melting warmth 🧴from secret time 165 aff

[maruuuu116]

[lunarify]

[FRATLEB x READER] Can you really call Caleb your best friend after losing your virginity to his loathsome twin brother, Perses, at a frat party? || CW: 18+ mdni, smut, frat/nerd!au, nerdleb is Caleb, fratleb is Perses, virginity loss, mating press, spit kink

Can you really call Caleb your best friend after losing your virginity to his loathsome twin brother at a frat party?

The answer gets muddied with each harsh thrust Perses delivers into your slick cunt. One hand pushing your knee to your chest and the other groping a handful of your tits.

Does he care that you're his geek brother's best friend or a virgin? Probably not. To him, you're just a tight pussy he gets to drunkenly fill tonight. So he's not in the business of being gentle or sweet, but it's not like you have any complaints if the sounds of your moans are anything to go by.

Maybe the reality of the situation would've kicked in if not for the alcohol running through your system. All you can focus on is the way Perses's cock fills you perfectly.

And… maybe the alcohol also helps you blur Perses into Caleb. They are identical, after all.

You run your fingers through Perses's shaggy hair and push his bangs higher. Those violet eyes scan your blissed out expression with intent, analyzing carefully.

Just like Caleb, you wistfully think.

That's the same expression he gave you when you told him you wanted to go to a frat party for the first time. Of course, Caleb didn't want to join you, opting to pull and all nighter at the library for his exam on Monday. So you went all alone, feeling like a lamb to slaughter surrounded by strangers in a packed frat house. The only source of comfort being his brothers familiar face.

Perses pushes your leg higher, letting him hit you at a new angle that makes you gasp and writhe. His heavy cock buries into you deeper than before.

"Ca-"

He swallows your voice with a deep kiss, tongue delving into your mouth—it's hot, demanding, all consuming. It's like he wants to possess you, engrave himself in you so that you can belong to no one else but him—least of all his brother.

He tastes like cinnamon, remnants of his drinks tonight. You lean into it, curling your fingers through his hair and pulling him closer. He completely dominates your mouth until you're breathless, panting as he pulls away with a string of saliva to connect you. He smears it against your lower lip as he scowls.

"So fucked out you can't even remember whose cock you're takin'," Perses scoffs under his breath. He grabs your jaw and forces you to focus your half lidded eyes on him. His face is flushed in a way you've never seen Caleb's. "Now, say my fuckin' name."

He emphasizes each word with a powerful thrust that slams the headboard.

"Perses." His name comes out in a whisper. It's as if saying it any louder will solidify this moment in truth—you're fucking your best friend's twin brother. The best friend you have a crush on. You're so fucked. In more ways than one…

He clicks his tongue, slowing his hips to an agonizing grind. "Don't get shy on me."

You buck your hips, in a desperate attempt to get him to move but he holds steady. Uselessly, you claw into his biceps and whine, "Please, Perses!”

"Louder," he commands. When you say his name again, there is a wild, triumphant grin that forms on his lips. He grips your jaw until you open your mouth to complain. "Good. Now, stay like that."

With your mouth pushed open and him leaning his weight against you, you can only watch as he spits into your mouth. You flinch as it lands in your mouth, a little catching on your bottom lip. He pushes your mouth closed.

"C'mon, swallow," Persus goads. He leaves you utterly humiliated by him, and the sick part of you is enthralled by it, craving it. He watches your throat bob as you obey him. Your pretty eyes stare up at him the whole time as he well and truly claims you.

A/N — originally supposed to be longer but i’m tired of this rotting in my drafts :’) i hope you enjoyed tho!!!!!

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[mapsthewanderer]

I got this thought… does Caleb sometimes secretly sneak his noise-canceling earbuds in while he’s got you in doggy?

Your voice has been his favorite jerk-off material for years

Through the thin walls between your bedrooms back home, through the echo of late-night calls when he was in the DAA, even through those stupid voice messages you’d send him just saying goodnight after you reunited

No wonder… one little string of those pretty sounds… that needy melody of “ah-ah-ah—ahh—aaah—”s~… the way your bum jiggles so nicely to the rythm. Caleb’s fighting so fucking hard not to spill. Sometimes he just wants to last a lil bit longer the first round, y’know?

So he quickly wedges the earbuds in when you’re not looking, bites back a groan, and keeps pounding you stupid. He only buys himself a couple extra minutes before he’s burying himself to the hilt, filling you up

One earbud slips out and lands with a soft thud right in the fabric folds between your knuckles. You glance back at him and he hides his burning face against your spine.

“ahh hh— sorry… fuck, please don’t look at me like that~ your moans are so fuckin’ unfair a-aahhhh— gimme a minute… I can go again, I swear—”

He slides a fingers past your lips and presses down on your tongue, breath hot against your ear “…maybe… I’ll just fill that pretty mouth instead. Problem solved, right?”

[pencintaapelll]

Good kitty 🤗🐆

[hunterrami]

post workout jiejie

[zayora]

𝟅ϱ sum. nerd caleb fucks you before your date! cw : mdni, p in v, friends w/ benefits, brēeding kink, orgāsm denial, bitter caleb.

“ soooo… heard ya got a date today.” truthfully, you should’ve known caleb was beyond fuming when he suddenly brought up your plans that you didn’t even mention to him, mind you. but being optimistic, you brushed past it.

i mean, you and caleb are only friends… with benefits. it’s been over a year since you’ve been banging the tall nerd who sits next to you in your biology classes, wearing glasses that fit his features oh so well, while flaunting his airplane themed book bag and keychains, including matching boxers. your relationship hadn’t progressed like those relationships in soap dramas that you’ve seen on tv. not a scene where you both confess to each other about your mutual feelings under the raining sky.

so, there’s nothing wrong with accepting a future date with the coffee shop employee that you visit almost daily, right?

wrong.

“ f-fuck! how did you even find out?” you grumble from beneath him, body situated at the edge of the bed as your legs are sprawled wide to accommodate his hips, driving himself deep into your weeping cunt with reckless abandon. you are still wearing the outfit you had planned earlier, your pants bunched down to the back of your knees while your shirt is shoved above your bouncing boobs— you barely got to apply your eyeliner when he unceremoniously burst through your door and made himself home in your dripping pussy.

“ not that it matters, but i saw your insta story. rookie mistake, don’t’cha think?” he grunts through gritted teeth. if you weren’t close to caleb, you would think that he’s unbothered, based on his tone and words. but now you’ve spent the year with him, fucking around and not; you know that he really is pissed. the brutal pace that he sets and the fact that he brought up the topic while balls deep inside of you are easy warning signs. “ not to… yuck your yum, or whatnot, but really? a coffee shop employee? you couldn’t do any better, girl?”

you could laugh at the bitterness in his tone. truly, if you weren’t getting fucked into the mattress, you would’ve.

“ can you really judge anyone while wearing pokémon boxers?” you bite back, which turns into a shuddering whimper as the curious rounded tip of his cock thrusts into your sweet spot, with full speed and velocity. his fingertips press down on your waist, grip bordering on bruising and painfully while his kiss-plumped lips focus on painting marks that scream his name, marks that will let anyone know that you are unspokenly his. “ caaaaleb, jus’ like that! s-so good.”

“ h-hah, only you can moan my name so sweetly while getting ready to entertain another man,” he murmurs against your warm skin. the thrusts that he delivers to your willing body have your toes curling, eyes rolling, and mouth watering as he abuses your sensitive cervix, which creates a creamy white ring combined with your shared arousal. “ does he know that his innocent date is currently creaming and crying on my dick? while singing praises ‘bout how i fuck her so good, what a heartbreaker…”

distantly, amidst the noises of grunts and the bed creaking, your phone rings to life with the alarm you set to time yourself brightening the screen.

“ caleb… ‘m gonna be late.”

“ girl… you're still worried about him.” contradicting your earlier words, your worries are soon forgotten as he positions your bound knees to your chest to explore your quivering heat even deeper. your back arches off the soft bed, nails digging into the wrinkled sheets for purchase you cannot regain as he fucks into you crazy style. “ guess i have to speed up the process, so you can go bat your eyes at your boy toy.”

the air you share with him is charged, filling the pending silence with gasps, praises of lust and hidden hurt. caleb’s hips grow frenzied; the velocity knocks all air from your lungs as he ignores everything around him to bring his release faster. you hear him cum before you feel it— sounds stupid, but it’s true. his breath hitches in his throat, purple eyes squeezing shut as he dumps his heavy cum into your fluttering walls.

he doesn’t pull out, not until you’re stuffed and most of his fluid hits the dorm floor, his unspoken payback for whenever you come back tonight.

then… he pulls out. his softened cock unplugs itself from your worn body as he fixes his attire, before sliding your shirt down to cover your chest and your pants up to cover your lower half.

“ wha… caleb! where are you going? i didn’t get to cum yet!”

“ nahhh, don’t you have a date to get ready for? and you still want me to make you cum… how greedy.” he walks over to your door to let himself out, not before throwing a shit-eating grin over his broad shoulder. “ same time tomorrow?”

[heressya]

In case my other set gets slapped with a warning.

Edit: As I said in my other set. Suggestive gifs are not an invitation for sexually explicit and graphic comments to be sent to me aka a stranger. You will be blocked.

[mwphisto]

My twitter feed has been full of emo loser boy Xavier and it has truly been melting my mind every time I see a fanart of him with snake bites and his shaggy TC-22 hair.

Like just imagine he's the quiet kid in the back of your lecture halls, the same one you always see at the coffee shop you frequent before and after. Black beans tugged over ashy blonde hair, black metal hoops clinging to his lips as he chews on them absentmindedly.

It should be comical how much he fits the stereotype. The only thing he's missing is dark brooding eyes. Instead, you're struck by the most piercing blue you've ever laid eyes on when he finally dares to hold your gaze. You half expect him to be awkward, to blush as you approach, maybe stutter when he speaks Instead, he smirks.

His voice is steady, almost alluring in tone. Those startling blue eyes look at you as if they can see through each layer of your clothing. "I thought you'd tiptoe around me forever, baby. You finally worked up the courage to come say hello?" Oh fuck.

[lunamaedotjpeg]

how I feel about big tiddy Netherlord Gege.

[lowkeylaufeysons]

blow smoke

Xavier x f!MC | Shen Xinghui x f!MC co-written with: @sungodnika5

summary: your loyal subordinate Xavier is concerned with your new oral fixation. he decides to give you something else to focus on. or: alleyway blowjob with Hermit.

cw: 18+, mdni, pwp, semi-public, blowjobs, fingering, smoking, established relationship, post-deluded fiction. this is just 1.7k words of pure smut. Please do not read if any of the above bothers you.

You know you have a problem when the corner store owner slides the pack of cigarettes over the counter before you even utter a word. The plastic on the red pack shines in the sickly fluorescent lighting, obscuring the health risk warnings and black lung photos meant to deter would-be smokers. It was a reminder of how hard the LCBI brass was riding your department such that you'd fallen back into old habits from the academy. No matter, you'd stop once things slowed down, you'd gone cold turkey before, and could do it again.

The alleyway next door had become an impromptu hiding spot for you whenever you needed a breather away from the paperwork, the bureaucracy, the red tape. In the dark among the dumpsters, entrepreneurial raccoons, and hum of Linkon City, you could think in peace. You kick over a discarded crate, lighter in hand, and plop down with a satisfied sigh.

Only to be suddenly overshadowed by a tall figure.

Xavier, of course.

"Captain....you should mind your health," he says, smoothly plucking the lit cigarette from your fingers, the leather on the back of his hand grazing your lips just a little too close to be accidental. He's clad in his Praedator uniform, all wrapped in dark leather and chains that cling to his body, lethal and deadly. From his attire, you surmise that he’s fresh from one of his solitary "patrols".

You're not sure you can ever square the two together-- Xavier, your mild-mannered assistant, and Hermit, the vigilante killer.

'You square the two of them just fine in bed.' your brain supplies, unhelpful as always. Before you can complain, he puts it in his mouth in a practiced motion, taking a slow deep inhale. The chains on his outfit clink with the movement.

"Can't let it go to waste," he winks at you, blowing the smoke to the side.

You cross your arms, "At least give me a taste, that came out of my paycheck. Which as you know, also pays for yours."

Xavier cups your chin as he looks at you, amusement in his eyes. He would never be so bold in the office, always mindful of your reputation at the LCBI. Here though? In a random alley? Anything was fair game, and he knows it.

Your breath hitches as he leans in closer, smoke escaping his lips and disappearing into the air.

"Maybe you can have a little taste."

He presses his lips on yours, soft, tinged with the bitterness of the smoke. The moment you try to deepen it he pulls back, bringing the cigarette back to his lips. "I said a taste, my greedy Captain."

The aggrieved glare he's met with makes him chuckle. You always fall for his games, and he can't help but push your buttons. His kind, hardworking, smart Captain. His to play with after hours, he's thoughtful like that.

"Does my Captain want another taste?" he muses, holding your gaze on him with a slow, exaggerated drag. Without breaking eye contact, he carelessly flicks the cigarette, hot ash falling down on the concrete.

He watches you chew on your next words. This is the part he likes the most, watching you fight the urge to be smart and mouth off, or accept the inevitable. Either way, he's along for the whole ride.

"I do," you hiss, sour and crabby. Confessional always brings out the cutest expressions out of you, and Xavier is nothing if not an excellent listener.

"You don't seem that eager. Are you sure?"

Xavier blows the smoke downwards this time, carefully observing the hungry look in your eyes as you watch it caress his chest, the leather of the Praedator uniform outlining his chest and broad shoulders. He cants your chin up at him again, eye brows raised expectantly.

Your eyes narrow, "I'm sure."

"Now, was that so hard?" he presses his lips to yours, firmly this time, a full-throated, greedy kiss. Your arms circle around his neck, pulling him closer, and he responds with a groan, lips parting, coaxing his tongue into your mouth. He lets you lap at the traces of nicotine in his mouth, allowing you chase your fix in the worst way possible.

A loud snicker from the street has him pulling back from you abruptly, a growl rumbling in his chest as two bystanders walk past just a little too close. He grabs your wrist, not caring for your yelp, and pulls you deeper into the alley before caging you into a corner. You lick your lips, mouth suddenly dry. The movement catches Xavier's attention, and he raises his eyebrow, a silent "oh?" before both his hands settle on your shoulders, pushing you onto your knees.

"You're going to be good prey right, my dear Captain? I think I deserve something nice for always looking out for you."

His large, calloused hands run through your hair, gripping it tightly as he pushes his bulge against your cheek, his desire evident underneath the tight leather. A soft groan falls from his lips at the pressure.

"Maybe you should scream, run, beg for my mercy."

Even if Xavier couldn't teleport, there was no way in hell you could ever successfully hide from him. He would turn all of Linkon City upside down to look for you.

"Not like it would change anything." he says with a little sadistic chuckle. He's been more indulgent since you found out about his other identity, taking every opportunity to tease you for your secret infatuation for Hermit.

Xavier undoes the lacing on his pants, releasing his cock from the confines of his pants. Your mouth waters at the sight, tongue reflexively darting out to taste the pre-cum beading at the tip before you realize.

Inwardly, you curse yourself for playing into his game. As his Captain, you should scold him for being out in public in his Praedator uniform, should yell at him for taking such risks, for treating you like a toy. For treating you exactly how you want to be treated.

You wrap your lips around his cock and suck.

Hermit shivers as your warm, wet mouth envelops him. He takes another cigarette out of the pack, fishing in your chest pocket for the little lighter he knows is always there. The glow of the flame illuminates his features for just a moment as he lights the cigarette with a cupped hand before plunging back into shadow. He lets his head fall back with a satisfied sigh, exhaling with barely hidden satisfaction.

He looks back down at you, smile teasing at the corner of his lips as he takes in your kiss-bitten lips and the rise and fall of your chest.

"Keep sucking Captain. Make me cum and maybe, I'll let you have another taste." He thrusts his hips forward, sliding his cock deeper into your mouth, making you gag. Tears cling to your eyes as his cold, impassive gaze meets yours once again, sending a shiver down your spine and you squeeze your thighs together just slightly, molten heat traveling throughout your body.

"You have until I finish this cigarette to make me cum Captain. Tick tock." he raises his eyebrows at you, challenging as he takes another drag. The ball is always in your court, or at least he makes you feel that way.

You bob your head diligently along his length, hands clinging to his thighs, feeling the muscles tense every time your nose meets his abdomen. Xavier seems to have cultivated a liking for gagging with the way his cock twitches in your throat every time you deep throat him.

Arousal and anxiety work in tandem, swirling in your stomach, your eyes flitting between your cocky subordinate and the street just steps away. The night is young, and the muffled voices of unaware pedestrians combine into a potent cocktail in the pit of your core.

"Captain," Xavier tuts, gripping your hair tightly in his hands, "You won't make me cum if your attention is misplaced." He was never content with sharing your attention, always greedy, monopolizing you for as long as was permissible. If your colleagues noticed, they just chalked it up to him being an overenthusiastic assistant. At home, well, that meant something else entirely different.

You whine around his cock, tearing your eyes from the street, settling back into Xavier's gaze. The cock in your mouth makes it difficult to concentrate on anything else anyway, not with the way he's bullying it down your throat.

"Guess I have to teach my Captain how to suck cock," he says softly before fully thrusting into your mouth, once and then twice. On the third time he holds you by the back of your head in an iron grip, nose fully against his pubes, cock fully down your throat, letting a ragged moan fall from his lips as you start to gag, arms flailing, pushing against his thighs. He keeps you there for just a smidge past comfortable before pulling back, letting the tip rest against your tongue as drool and pre-cum drip down to your shirt.

He looks at you with an unreadable expression before waving the cigarette in front of your face. To your horror, it had almost fully turned to ash.

"Looks like you've lost."

He finishes off the cigarette before dropping it to the concrete. You watch with growing apprehension as his heel grinds it into the ground.

"Punishment then." he says casually, as if discussing the weather.

The glee that zips through your body is unmistakable as loath as you are to admit it. As much as you want to scold him for being an insubordinate junior, you can feel yourself aching, clenching over nothing, needing some sort of resolution.

Xavier grabs the back of your shirt and pulls you off your knees in one swift motion, gently brushing the dirt from your knees. He guides one leg to wrap around his waist, letting the other strain on tiptoes, forcing your hands to cling to the straps of his outfit. He hikes up your skirt, fingers running up your clothed pussy, smearing the wetness.

"Naughty little bunny. Already soaked from sucking some cock."

Hermit grins at you, feral, reveling in your debauched state, pushing your panties to the side before plunging two fingers knuckles deep, pulling you in for a kiss, swallowing the choked moan leaving your lips.

"Punishment it is."

note: thanks so much for reading my thinly veiled kinks, the fic. this was definitely joy's fault for using hermit and my kinks against me. this was co-written in like two hours in our discord dms lmao. likes, comments, reblogs always much appreciated <3

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