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I have been losing my mind editing cards to make the MC black. Here's some for the Xavier girlies. Big thanks to @ariyai for helping me figure it out! Feel free to use these cards however you like!!! Rafayel girlies, I'm coming for you next!!!
Synopsis: Practically grounded by Captain Jenna, you’re put on desk duty. No Bounties, no shiny new Protocores, and definitely no Hunter Contest. After a botched mission full of miscommunication, you and your partner are at war in your small office. But even when his excuse is lacking, he always finds a way to change your mind. So when it’s just you and him, alone in the archives, you decide makeup sex doesn’t sound like the worst idea...
Word Count - 5k
Tags - MC w vulva , descriptions of genitals, p in v sex, no creampie(keeping it classy in the office i see), established relationship, office sex, makeup sex, MC completely aware of the dickmatizing agenda, oral (f!receiving), semi-public, FREAK xavier, FREAK enabler MC, faintest bit of angst, POC MC but its not that deep, exhibtion
You were angry. Not in an explosive tantrum, but it was simmering at the surface, heat radiating right under your skin.
Your morning started off simple enough. You swipe your card at the entrance of the Hunter’s Association building, holding your coffee haphazardly while you dig for your phone. Tara updates you on the show you both were hate-watching. It was her day off, and while she gave you live reactions, you stood in anticipation of the mountain of reports to fill out due to a little…incident from last week.
You walk into the empty elevator, putting your phone in your pocket after checking your appearance in the camera. It was tradition as you glide up to your office floor. The office floor where Captain Jenna awaited. With dread in your stomach, you watch as the floor number rises.
You were in trouble. It was a regular patrol, “low stakes” they said “just in case” they claimed. Words that you wished you’d shoved back down their fucking throats. You got there early, while your partner was nowhere to be found. It was getting dark, quiet, and yeah the property owners signed permission for the Hunter’s Association to investigate, but you weren’t trying to be out here sitting pretty on your own. Leaving your bike behind, you started along a trail, just walking forwards with your eye to your watch, looking for any fluctuations.
Your watch pinged once. Then the sound flickered out. Raising your head you looked into the distance, where rows of abandoned and run down buildings stood bracketing grown-over grassy trails. Your watch pinged again, this time with a repetition that had you drawing your weapon. You checked your wrist in hurry and opened your mouth in awe.
“He’s got me all the way fucked up…”
REST BELOW MDNI
You gritted your teeth, staring at the high Wanderer level your watch blinked at you. Of course your partner was late. Again. Of course his sneaky ass was not going to tell you why. Again. You crept your way forward through the grass, towards one of the buildings for cover and a better view. What you saw when you were finally able to peek past the wall was…well, a big ass wanderer. Surprising.
You snap out of your thoughts when the elevator opens, revealing the hall to your impending doom. Gripping your coffee tight, you walk in with your head held high, beelining straight to your desk before being stopped in your tracks by a ping as soon as you reach your computer. Captain Jenna needed you in her office. You put down your coffee with a sigh and immediately turned around, dragging your feet to her closed office door. You raised your hand to knock and were interrupted by a curt “Come in.”
Opening the door, sliding in, and closing it with a click, your eyes were trained at the rather pristine floor. Jenna sat at her desk, not looking up from her computer yet as she hummed.
“You’re on desk duty the rest of the week.”
You balk. Desk duty wasn’t just desk duty. Desk duty was code for: coffee boy, paper scanner, “Since you’re staying behind mind finishing this up for me?” Desk duty also meant no Deepspace Trials, no Hunter Contest, and certainly no extras from Bounties. That was shopping and food money to never be collected, all while you shuffled papers at your desk.
“Captain-“
“And Xavier too. Maybe it will teach you how to use teamwork.” Jenna cut you short with a finality that made you nod and exit the office, humbled.
Well.
You look towards your desk with disdain and your eyes flit to the elevator door, hearing the familiar ding. Still rooted in your spot, you watched the embodiment of your torture take a smooth step into the room. Xavier, your supposedly reliable, helpful, and loyal partner practically struts to his desk. Passing by your desk, his eyes glance towards your seat and scan the room before landing on you. They widen for a moment before narrowing into something sharper, no doubt because of the glare you give him in return. With a newfound determination, you stomp towards your desk and plop into your seat, hands finding the keyboard in haste.
Heads rise from their own screens as dings echo from Xavier’s desktop speakers. He stares at the screen as if in intense thought as you let loose in your private work chat. It was coming back to you in waves of anger now. You’d planned to ambush the Wanderer, leaping from your hiding spot courageously before being literally flashbanged mid shot. You didn’t know if Xavier was late, hiding, or just doing his best to make your job harder as he wielded his sword, striking the wander with a satisfying slice. Your ears rang as you stumbled forward, stunned.
Behind your closed lids was another flash of light, like lightning cracking across the dark. You willed yourself to open your eyes, cringing as your lids peeled open. It was dark.
“I thought I’d find it earlier, before you did.” You could hear Xavier’s voice from somewhere in front of you. You couldn’t see his expression, but you assumed it matched his unbothered tone.
“So you stood me up and knocked out the power on the property.” You stated flatly, looking side to side to see any evidence of electricity in either direction. Yeah you were in an abandoned area, but you couldn’t see anything when looking back towards the populated houses you had left behind on the trail, their small outlines now swallowed in the darkness.
“I thought you’d be able to go home sooner.” he responded like this was a mess he didn’t just create for the both of you. Yeah, the Hunter’s Association would make up for it and no one was harmed, but you were also supposed to be part of the S Class, no mistakes, official Captain Jenna team. So it kind of looks bad when you and your partner somehow knock out an entire neighborhood’s powergrid.
It apparently looks even worse as you furiously scribble your signature onto the dozens of incident reports on your desk. Of course your GPS locations read completely different areas, and usually that wouldn’t be checked or even considered on a regular mission. But a mission you fucked up on…now you had a lot of answering to do. If it wasn’t for your statuses and assigned team, then desk duty would be a blessing over unemployment. Having your usual fun stripped away just made you feel lame instead. All while your partner sat across from you at his own desk, tapping a finger to his chin, idly swirling back and forth in his chair. In between your paper shuffling you would send a ping to Xavier, with expletives only he could read with a straight-face.
“Hey, can you scan these for me real quick? I’ve got a mission I have to get to ASAP.” You didn’t even get the chance to open your mouth before your coworker plops a pile of papers on your desk, sprinting towards the stairs and yanking the door open. You glance down at the papers and feel yourself getting hot again. With one pointed glare towards Xavier, who was focused on flipping through the reports that littered his own desk, you stand to go to the printer.
Turning on your heel, your nails dig into the papers you carried. You walk out of your way to go to a different printer than the usual community favorite. If you were going to be the new intern, you would do it in your own quiet shame, away from the eyes of your snickering coworkers. Opening the door, you are met with the smell of stale air as the yellow tinted lights illuminate the room. There were shelves stacked with neat rows of binders, full of scanned and case important documentation. Things you should be turning in, not scanning.
With a sigh you turn away from the rows of shelves and walk to the corner of the room, where the hulking printer stood. Lowering your gaze and tucking your hair behind your ear, you begin pressing papers to the smooth glass of the machine, watching as the light ran across the paper and began to load and upload. Great. The perfect embodiment of hell.
A knock rips you out of your dreariness. You were prepared to fall asleep standing up, that was the whole point of you going to this deserted-ass archive room. The door opens and you stop yourself from sucking your teeth. You meet the blue eyes peering towards you with your own leer. Xavier still has his hand up, knuckle resting on the mahogany door beside him. He is already stepping into the room as you scrunch your face up in obvious disdain.
“What do you want?” You don’t take your eyes off his own.
He raises a handful of papers and waves them beside his head. “I’m on desk duty too.” He says plainly.
”This is my turf,” you raise your hand in deterrence and he actually stops in his tracks, lowering the papers from his face. “You haven’t even apologized for screwing with me on that mission!” your nails dig into your palm as your hand balls up into a first. With a furrow of your brow you look at him expectantly, holding his gaze. His own brow was furrowed now, and there were several pauses before he opened his mouth.
”I thought I was keeping you out of danger-“
”That is so not the excuse I’m trying to hear right now.” You cut him off and turn your back, not ready to tolerate his random reasoning. “You’ve just made my job ten times harder by doing whatever you want whenever you want and now you’ve made it ten times more BORING too.” You ramble your frustrations, pressing the scan button with more force than intended, causing the machine to groan under your hands weight. Satisfied with your rant, you scan in silence, but don’t hear a retreat of footsteps as minutes pass. Just when you were about to tell him not to stand by the door, watching you like a freak—when he should be scanning his own reports, you felt soft hair at your cheek.
“I’m sorry.” He looks down over your shoulder, catching your eyes as you turn your head. He was close, trapping you between his body and the printer. If you turn around you would be chest to chest, and if you move any further forward your hips would press into the printer. You are surprised to see the frown on his face as he looks down at you. He looks…conflicted. “I…I didn’t think through the repercussions if my plan didn’t work.” You narrow your eyes, unsatisfied by his admittance.
“You don’t have to think of everything. That is the point of us being a team. We do the work together, we get the awards together, and we obviously get punished together.” you huff, turning your head away with a shiver. You hear him hum as you press the scan button once more, ignoring the heat radiating off him onto your back. Methodically, you continue your task with him hovering behind you.
”You’re right.” He lets out a breath with the admittance, like he had been waiting on a bigger, meaner blow. You couldn’t bring yourself to really yell at him. Your chat messages probably got the point across anyway. “I can be a better partner...” He says like he is thinking out loud. You stay firm, not glancing his way, even as his breath ghosts along your ear. “And I’ll make sure your job isn’t boring.” One arm places a tentative hand on your hip, as if testing the extent of your anger. You blink once before deciding to spin around. You were face to face with him now, pressing a hand against his chest for him to move an inch back, keeping a small distance between your fronts.
He stares down at you still, scanning your face. You hold firm to your stern gaze, but you don't stop him from putting his hand back on your hip, rubbing circles into it with his thumb. “You’re going to finish scanning my reports when I’m done with them.” You state, already raising an eyebrow to see if maybe you were being a little too audacious, but you give a small smirk as he nods quickly.
“Whatever you want me to do to make it up to you.” He said it like it was the simplest answer in the world. Not like he was the one who got you into this punishment in the first place. His fingers were strumming on your hip now, slowly walking higher towards your ribs. You stay quiet, like you are considering if this was enough to satisfy you. “I want to be a good teammate.” The words leave his lips softly, and when you look in his eyes you see something soft there too. “So we can stay together.” He brings his face down to yours, his unoccupied hand creeps up around your collarbone, resting on the back of your neck.
He didn’t bring his lips down, instead he follows your eyes behind him, to where the door still stands open. With a pause, he reluctantly frees you and steps back, uncrowding your space. You shoot him a pointed look before turning the printer off. He stands a short distance from you with his eyes wide, the splitting-image of a kicked puppy. His mouth pouts and his eyes leave yours only to watch the way you bounced your leg in listlessless. You purse your lips as you considered your options.
Keep giving him the silent treatment.
Get your frustrations out in a different way.
”Lock the door.” You glance away for a second before looking back at him resolutely. He nods once before striding across the room to close the door and twist the lock. Turning back towards you, he seems to have abandoned any constraints he was holding before, shamelessly looking up and down your figure as you placed your stack of papers beside his, close to the printer. You made your way deeper into the room, behind rows of shelves until you found a corner bracketed in by them. It wasn’t going to do much to conceal you if someone came looking for a file, but you hope the locked door and unpopular location would give you enough privacy to get your rocks off.
Makeup sex was something Xavier was indisputably gifted at. It was probably the only way he kept your patience from snapping in two most of the time. In the office was usually a no-no, but you were feeling like throwing the finger up to the entire Hunter’s Association today. Xavier stalks behind you, keeping his hands by his sides before you stop, apparently considering the space you’d chosen.
You don’t have long to think, before you feel his arms wrap around you, pulling you to his front. His breath is wet against your neck before he pressed his lips to it, in an attack of smooches before you felt his hot tongue run along the trail he’d made. His hand wraps around your wrist and pulls it back behind you, landing on his clothed crotch. You look down at the hardness you feel, seeing him straining in his white uniform pants. He holds your wrist in place, letting you grope him as he nibbles at your ear lobe.
“Do you feel how hard you make me-“ he lets out a sigh as you rub at his length, tilting your head to reveal more territory for him to bite at. “You had me ready to bend you over that office desk.” You gasp as he uses his other hand to rip your shirt untucked from your shorts. “Only my partner could get this mad at me.” He suddenly presses you forward, against a shelf, where you brace your hands in front of you. He drapes himself over you, pressing his length against your behind as his hand runs up your stomach to your chest. You could hear his breathless laugh against you while he palmed your tit, gripping your hip with his other hand.
”You’re supposed to be apologizing, not unwrapping a fucking present.” You mumble as he nuzzles behind your ear, taking a deep breath before pressing his hips closer.
“Yeah. Let me apologize.” He mouths your ear again before tweaking your nipple, earning a small yelp. Your body shakes as he moves to the other side of your neck, nibbling and licking while his other hand slides around your front to palm you through your shorts. He rubs the rough cloth of your shorts, smiling when you grind yourself down on his palm. His fingers quickly undo your button and his hand snakes into your pants, past your panties. You realize he still has his gloves on because you feel the chill of the leather between your folds. It feels unfamiliar, but makes you clench your thighs in arousal, bracketing his wrist. He presses teasingly into your heat before retracting his hand from you with a kiss to the nape of your neck. You go to turn around, but his hand replaces his lips, keeping your face pressed forward. “Stay.”
Part of you wants to roll your eyes at the command, but you stay in position as he sinks down to his knees, hands running up and down your thighs. His hands grip the waist of your shorts before starting to slide them down your tights. Soon they are pooled at your feet, and you kick them out of the way, arching your back to stick out your ass. Your boots stay on your feet and all that covers your bottom are dark tights that catch the overhead lights of the room. Your jacket hangs open, along with your button up, bra still on and nipple pressing into the seams of the cup. Xavier runs his hand up your back, revealing your smooth, dark skin from where your jacket concealed it, and you melt into the feeling. He’s close now, giving your back a comforting rub before pressing his nose into your clothes lips. You gasp as he shakes his face back and forth, using a hand to hold your cheek open as he does.
“X-xavier-“ Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of tearing, and you feel the cool air of the archive room hit your ass. He just tore your tights open, and now he was pressing his face into your panties, tonguing the dark patch that had already begun to form. After licking a long stripe from your clit up to your ass, he pulls your panties to the side and repeats the action. You groan, letting your torso fall forward as you arch into his mouth. The tights are a sacrifice you are willing to make for the way his nose is stuffed in your cunt.
Xavier begins picking up pace from the long, flat licks of his tongue. Now he’s taking his time giving deep kisses to your pussy, tongue sliding in between your folds before circling around your lips and moving down to suck at your clit. You whimper when he uses both hands to spread you open, sticking his tongue out before plunging it into your waiting insides. Your hole sucks his tongue greedily as you press back into him, bringing your hand around to lock into his hair. He makes no complaints, instead moaning wantonly into your ass and letting you push his face further into you. His grip on your thighs tightens as he nips your lips and quickly moves to your clit. Your head falls forward with a yelp as he ruthlessly attacked your bud, moving his tongue in circles that had your legs shaking. You pull his hair with a strength that rips another groan from him before you release it in favor of supporting yourself against the shelf.
With his newfound freedom, he turns his head for a better angle to make out with your pussy, reaching his arm around your thigh and using his strength to push your leg up. This new angle had you breathing heavy, but your composure completely broke when you felt that same gloved hand circle your hole.
“Look. She knows I’m sorry.” Xavier unattaches his lips from you just long enough to push a leather-clad finger into your hole. Your grip on him is strong, and you tremble in arousal as he curls his finger. “Fuck, you’re soaked. There’s no point in starting with one.” You feel another finger breaching your hole before you can realize and you let out a broken moan as your head falls forward. Xavier rolls his wrist in a circle, twisting his fingers in you. He uses his fingers to press down towards your clit and you jump as he rubs into your walls.
You almost don’t notice the sound of his fly unzipping, but your suspicions are confirmed as you hear the sound of his grunts as he palms himself. You look down and you see his hand moving up and down his length, slowly. He’s leaking already, hard and reddened with arousal. You don’t get to stare long before he is fucking his fingers into you, scissoring them with a precision only he could managel.
“That’s enough…we don’t have much time.” You choke out as he pushes his fingers in and out. His face is pressed against your thigh, eyes greedily watching your hole stretch around his fingers. His other hand doesn’t leave his crotch, but he does look up to catch your pleading eyes.
”Okay.” His lips curl into a devilish smile, accentuated by his handsome eyes blown black with excitement. When he stands up, he grabs your waist, turning you back around. Your shaky legs go with no resistance to his hips as he palms your ass, bringing your hips together. You feel the press of him against your core and take a good look now that you’re turned around. His hair sticks to his head with sweat, and his lips shimmer with spit and you. His eyes are on where you are connected and his hips stutter forward, rubbing himself between your folds. He catches on your clit and you cry out, cupping your mouth with wide eyes as you realize you are moaning in a literal public area that is also your place of employment. Xavier is unbothered as he releases one hand from your ass to pull your bra down, pushing your tits towards your collarbones, and exposing your nipples to the cold air and his wandering hands.
”Put it in.” You rock your hips against him breathlessly. He brings his head down to lick at one of your nipples before biting the meat of your tit. Hard. You yelp and claw at his shoulder. “That’s not what I said.” You whine as he laves over the bite.
“Tell me you forgive me.” He rocks his hips against you and your head falls back as he dribbles spit down your front. You look down with wide, impatient eyes that flutter as you hear him groan. Xavier looks up from your chest, mouth wet with spit. His eyes are surprisingly serious, so much so you could even be convinced to think he was pouting. “Please. I’m sorry.” His clothes are mostly still on, except for his pants that hang loose by his hips, his cock spilling from the open front and rubbing maddeningly against you.
”You’re tryna’ dickmatize me.” You pant, not quite fucked stupid to the point you can’t catch on to his ministrations. He mouths at your tit again with a hum, his eyes narrowing as he gives a slow, rough lick to your nipple. “If you put it in me, maybe it will work.” You roll your hips against him again and he closes his eyes with a wince. You can’t help the grin that spreads across your face as he straightens, holding you securely against the shelf and using one hand to grip the base of his dick. He rubs the head against your entrance only twice before your greedy cunt sucks him in, and your breath mingles as you both let out a moan. Yours sounded like a gasp for air, while his sounded absolutely devastated, like he’s in pain from the way your pussy clenched around him.
”I’m sorry.” He repeats with a kiss against your cheek, rocking his hips further forward, and grinding deeper into you. Your mouth falls open and eyes glaze as he continues pressing, his groin meeting your clit in seconds. He’s using both hands to grip your ass and you lock your ankles behind him, enthusiastically trying to match his thrusts. The shelf behind you creaks, but holds steady with the weight of your rocking. He’s rutting up into you, his face inches from your own as you let out squeaks and moans. “My pretty girl is in trouble all because of me.” You can’t help but clench around his length with the nickname, earning a smile and nip at your chin.
He’s bouncing you on his cock, and with each meeting of your hips against each other you let out a cry. You’re caught off-guard when you feel his hand press against your face, under your nose. The tight grip he has on you makes you pant wet huffs against the leather. “Shhh. Star, we have to be quiet.” Xavier hushes you, despite the slick sounds of you two echoing through the room. He kisses against his own fingers holding your mouth in apology. Even with one hand, he lifts you smoothly, letting his tip stretch your entrance before letting you impale yourself back onto him. Your cries are muffled and tears spring to your eyes as you angle your leg just so—and stars explode across your vision. He’s bullying into your g-spot, looking down at you with fondness.
When he asks you for forgiveness this time, all you can do is quake and groan against his palm. He releases your face to stuff his fingers past your lips instead. Three fingers rub against your teeth and you bite down, the gloves blunting the pinch. You grind helplessly against him, chasing the fluttering feeling coming from your lower stomach. “You can talk around my fingers.” He says with gentleness, despite pressing down on your tongue so hard you gag, eyes rolling back and watering. “Am I being good enough for you? Do you want me to fuck you like this any time you’re bored? I’ll do it. I’ll drop down to my knees and eat you anywhere.”
Your legs go loose around his waist and he holds your full weight, bouncing you limply. He releases your tongue and all you let out are pinched moans with your newly freed mouth. You begin to repeat his name and look up with glassy, wet eyes. Your chin is covered in spit and he licks it up to your full lips before pushing his tongue into your mouth. You arch into him, clawing at his shoulders with your arm thrown behind his neck. You push your mouths against each other and tilt your heads, drool pooling in the valley of your tits while you make out.
”Touch me-“ you dive back in with each word, like you can’t keep your mouth away from his for too long. “I want to come.” You speak into his mouth, and he smiles. He was still in the doghouse, in no position to be teasing, so he just licks into your mouth again as he reaches between you. His thumb finds your clit and the rough texture has you throwing your head back and your hips forward. You’re chanting a mix of “yes” and “Xavier” before your orgasm brings blinding white across your vision. You pull tight as a bow and arch hard into him, convulsing around him. He moans low with his forehead pressed against yours, hips still hammering into you, fucking you through your orgasm and chasing his own.
Pulling out, you feel your cunt clench around nothing as he strokes himself, rubbing the head of his cock against you. His eyes screw shut and he presses his hips against you to hold you up, his other hand palming your tit roughly. Burying his head into your neck with a long groan, you watch as he spurts hot ropes on your stomach, narrowly missing your open uniform jacket. His hands return to your ass and he holds you, still panting onto your collarbone. When he looks up, you can see a determined look, like he hasn’t quite accomplished his goal. Your face is hot, and you can feel the already cooling cum spread up your waist as his hand palms up your stomach.
“45 Papers in Queue. Printing Activated." The printer announces as it gets a ping and you hear papers going.
You both freeze and look at each other before Xavier is placing you onto your shaky legs and tucking himself away. When your articles of clothing are located, Xavier takes your ruined panties and tights “to dispose of”, and you are left feeling like you walked out of a Brazzers video. He gives you a once over once as you both are picking up your stack of papers, a tension in the air.
“You look good.” Oh God. That meant you looked fucked. You need to leave for a lunch break. Now. Xavier likely meant the truth…but his truth wasn’t always an appropriate one.
”Right…right.” You sigh and pat your hair into place. There’s nothing you can do about it now anyway. Especially not when Xavier’s gaze is still pinning you into place.
“Do you…forgive me?” He doesn’t change his expression. His eyes are dark, pupils still blown wide, face red with excitement.
