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Secret Relationship with Loid Forger
Pairing: Loid Forger x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, condom use, secret relationship, unspoken feelings, co-workers
A/N: Loid is THE perfect man. You know I'm right.
On missions you were his equal, his foil, Twilight was your partner both professionally and personally. Although that last bit was kept a secret between you, it's no good for two spies to get as close as the two of you. Especially those who frequently work together. Thus your nightly meetings became a carefully guarded secret, shared between the two of you and four walls of whosever place, or hotel you were at that night.
His back was the only place you could leave marks on so you always took advantage of that, raking your nails down and making sure he knew how good him fucking you felt. Loid never wasted time making you come, from the moment you became his lover he was very attentive.
Made you jealous of all the women before you. He was the same, envious of the men you flirt with. But your missions came first, your feelings after. That's why when you fucked each other you made sure to let the other know how special this is. "I'll make you come so hard on my cock. My good girl, look at you, taking my cock better then any woman ever could. So perfect around me."
According to Loid he never talked like this with other women. They were a means to an end, quick, meaningless pleasure. But Loid? He was always yours.
You pushed your hand against his hip, the other in his dirty blonde hair and pulled until you were looking into his eyes. "Fuck me." You wanted to tell him to love you. "Like I'm yours." You were his. "Please Loid, make me feel good, make me come." Loid's hands pushed under you, his callused hands against your shoulder blades, chest pressed close, the sound of each others heartbeat loud enough to drown everything else out.
Even the fast paced sounds of wet skin slapping against each other and your mutual moans as your orgasms crashed against each other. The only barrier between you was the condom Loid was wearing. One hopefully that too will be gone.
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can i get a loid x fem reader hc where he becomes attracted with reader after interrogating her once while she was tied up? he ends up stalking reader and the two end up going at it. ty!
An Increasing Obsession || Loid Forger x fem!reader
A/n : Hello my dear 😎 now thank you a lot for this because that was so fun to write ! And so interesting because I don't think I ever wrote something like this 😌🔥
Warnings : Dark content, obsession, stalking, voyeurism, masturbation, possessiveness, jealousy, mention of breeding, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it
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Word count : 1026
It had started in a way that was quite usual for him. Indeed, it was not unusual for him, in the course of an investigation, to question or even kidnap a person who seemed key to his mission. In this case, he thought he was dealing with the author of the plot
So it was in all normality that Agent Loid Forger had tied you to a chair, so that he could interrogate you on all the grey areas of the investigation
Everything had been pretty well executed. In the beginning, he showed no mercy and was extremely rigorous. He didn't hesitate to raise his voice or threaten you
Unfortunately, the interrogation had come to nothing, as it seemed you had literally nothing to do with anything that was currently going on in Berlint
However, something rather unusual followed this usual scene, which was already a week old. Loid couldn't stop thinking about you. It was the first time such a thing had happened to him, and yet he decided to let his impulses carry him along
At first, he just felt the need to protect you now that he'd involved you - albeit from a distance - in this affair
He was using his impression to gather in his head all the information he had about you. He needed to know that you were safe and sound at the end of the day
That's how he gradually found himself in front of your house, then at your window - despite the height of the building - every evening to check on you.
But very soon, his obsession with your safety extended to other areas
First he wanted to make sure that no one was unpleasant or threatening to you in the course of your work. Then he started to follow you even when you left work, he couldn't help thinking that such a beautiful woman would be bothered in public transport or on the street. He wanted to be the only "stranger" who could talk to you. No. He wanted to be the only man who could talk to you
His - more or less very - close surveillance ended up making him late for some of his missions or tasks that he absolutely had to do. He did them at night, when he was sure you were safe and sound in bed. During the day, when he was "busy", it was Franky who looked after Anya, who ended up seeing the man with the afro more than her father
For his part, Loid started gathering information about you. Much more than he had in the WISE files or in his memory. First of all, he was going to write it all down in a notebook. He'd draw a timetable, add your favorite foods, the clothes you wore depending on the weather or your day, your friends, your doctor's appointments, your going-out habits and so on...
In 2 weeks, 1 month, he had already filled at least two binders, adding photos he'd taken of you without you knowing and extracts of sentences he'd heard you utter
He knew he couldn't stay in the dark and felt the need to talk to you again. So he went undercover. It worked well, but he soon dropped the idea when he became jealous of the idea of you talking to him when he was in costume, because it was as if you were talking to someone else. He wanted you to talk to him and him alone
And then by following you like this, he witnessed two or three things that should have remained private. Like you in the shower, you doing yourself good or even you watching at porn…
He began to long, every time he came to see you, to hear you moan. In time, he said goodbye to his inhibitions. When he felt his dick swell in his pants, he'd lead his hand over its bulge to gently palm himself
But he got tired of feeling his touch through his clothes. So he ended up freeing his erect member from the confines of his pants. Once he even ejaculated on your windowsill as if marking his territory
But his cock had a mind of its own, because even in perfectly normal moments when you were typing on your computer in the office or drinking a coffee, it managed to get impossibly hard and needy. His underwear often had a little pre-cum stain when he changed at night
He needed to see you now, feel you, touch you, he was a man with needs after all. And so he did. He gave you an appointment on the pretext of compensating you for last time's trouble. But you refused, saying it was fine. He insisted on coming for tea, and you finally gave in. After all, you thought he was quite good-looking, so why not ?
But it literally didn't go as planned for you. And exactly as planned for Loid
After a little taste, you ended up pinned on your back while he was railing your tight pussy
His hands clutched your arms possessively, as if you were about to disappear. This was bound to leave its mark tomorrow. But you didn't care, the pleasure he was giving you at that moment was nothing in comparison
His hand was pressed against your mouth to prevent the slightest moan from coming out, as if someone else had been in his apartment
However, one thing that didn't seem to bother him was the creaking of the couch and the sound of his thrusts as his cock sank deeper and deeper into your warm depths
Now that he had you on top of him, just for him, he wasn't going to let you slip away so easily - maybe that's what you wanted too
When he felt his orgasm building up inside him, he was careful not to tell you. He'd planned everything, starting with not wearing a condom. He ends up cumming deep inside you. Depositing his seed where it can grow, so your life will always be linked to his
That's how Anya got a little sibling
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loid forger breeding kink smut w fem reader
*SCREAMS*
You can't tell me this man doesn't have a breeding kink. PLEASE THE WAY HE JUST WANTS TO SHOOT BABIES IN YOU🧎🏾♀️
Loid is always so logical. Taking care of a child is hard. I mean take a look at Anya. But there are days where he just wants to say "fuck condoms" and paint your insides with his cum. He can't help it. You always have doe eyes that are so submissive. Your body melts on the bed whenever he fucks you. The way you bite your lip to stop your moans otherwise Anya might wake up. He loves it. He finds it so sexy that he loses it. All he wants is to cum in you again and again. Until you are nice and pregnant for him. I mean sure babies are a big responsibility. But Twilight is known for being a perfectionist and he sure can handle two.
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Say My Name
a.n.: loid forger x reader. a short scene I couldn't get out of my head.
t.w.: smut, unprotected sex, name kink (is that a thing?), swearing. minors, do not interact.
s.n.: Twilight pays a visit to the only person who knows his real name.
“I’ve missed you,”
Those where the first words he’d spoken since arriving by your bedside. Tucked away behind the curtain, he hid from the glowing moonlight by the veil, the illumination trickled in as silently as he did and once he stepped out of the shadows it revealed his broad shoulders—once he peeled off the plain white t from up and over the top of his golden crowned head.
He went by the codename Twilight, which felt so fitting because he and you would spend hours into the night in each other’s company until the soft dim light of the rising sun would begin to appear.
“I’ve missed you too.”
Those were the only words the two of you exchanged before clothing stripped down to the floorboards so that the two of you could be bare in each other’s embrace, quietly making up the seconds spent apart. Collectively knowing how easy it was to be so captivated by each other so much so that words would easily cause the rapture of hearts.
No other name could capture the identity of who this man was to you. For the sake of tonight, he was no other name but your lover.
“Say my name,”
A smile dawned on your face at his request.
“Mr. Forger—“
He bucked his hips into yours out of rebellion, his long cock sunk deeper into your tight pussy. You inhaled sharply, feeling his thumb drag across your bottom lip only to hold your jaw firmly with it and his index finger pressed across your blushed cheek.
“Stop teasing,” as low as his voice was he couldn’t hide the subtle desperation in his voice. “My real name,”
You spoke his name in the shallow of his ear and yet it was carved so deeply onto his heart, the name that nobody knew except, of course, you— the name he told himself he had abandoned years ago. Once it was uttered by your sweet lips, his mind instantly descended down into Hades.
He was a spy, not Hercules, after all.
You stifled another whine into his shoulder after he drew another orgasm out of you swiftly with his deep strokes, drawing circles with his hips into yours while his fingers ran over your clit over and over.
Fuck, the man had stamina.
“Fuck,” was the only word he could recite and it sounded so sweet when it passed through his lips in an exhale, pebbling the nipple he would suckle on with cool air, gripping the bedsheets to ground him as you squeezed around him.
You said his name again but this time it ghost his neck and chin, greeted once more by his lips into a savory kiss that left each other breathlessly moaning into the other’s mouth, clawing to steal breaths.
“I’m close,”
Neither of you wanted this to end despite knowing that the duty and disposition of espionage was always waiting for you to come back into the shadows.
Until your mutual missions were done, until each country was safe, you’d agreed to put your mutual pinning aside.
But that didn’t mean that neither of you could see each other from time to time.
His hands found the plush sides of your hips and without removing himself pulled you up and into his lap, holding you closer with your legs straddled and bound around his strong waist. Your arms wrap around his neck as he thrusted himself up and into you, keeping a rigorous pace for just a few more fleeting moments until you could feel his body tremble, pouring himself inside of you while making stuttered thrusts to take you into the clouds with him, his bottom lip caught between his teeth trying to catch his breath while a shiver had settled across your skin from goosebumps caused by your high. He peppered kisses over your collarbone and shoulders, chanting your name, your real name, into prayers across dew-dropped skin.
He adored you as much as the earth revolves around the sun. You’d joke with him that he had flown too close to the sun, always at risk of melting his wings from the heights he’d risk to see you, the lengths he took to be with you despite the danger of his current mission. It was so unlike him; seeing him break from his usual stoic facade to give you a playful pout from you bruising his ego— it was too adorable to not make fun at the top spy.
“‘To die by your side would be a heavenly place to die,’”
The both of you laid together in bed, silently laughing at The Smiths reference he chose to make while he held you in his arms until the sun would soon rise; for staying for too long would endanger the both of you, He drew circles with his fingers into your back imagining himself instead drawing a plan to steal you away from this god forsaken country.
“The pleasure, the privilege is mine,”
He sighed longingly, his hands cupping your face gently before planting a long, loving kiss.
“I’ll see you again soon, my love.”
You wondered how his voice could sound so reassuring and yet so sad. You whispered his name quietly again before burying your head in his chest.
Once again it felt like the sky had fallen.
“See you soon, Twilight.”
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BLESSINGS — loid forger.
pairings ⭒ loid forger x f reader.
about ⭒ baby fever sweeps the forger household.
content ⭒ [ 18+ ; minors do not interact ] br33ding ⭒ mentions of alcohol ⭒ c-rvix kissing.
"are you sure about this, dear?"
"i've never been more sure of anything, loid."
that exchange was little over an hour ago, and loid couldn't resist you for a moment longer. anya had been mentioning wanting a younger sibling and (if you were honest) you too had been pondering what it would be like to have a baby in the house.
despite this, it was actually loid that had posed the question. sure, your marriage had been built on a fake precedent, but the pair of you were more than content with the way that things had played out. loid agreed that it would be delightful to have a baby with you; you and anya already gave him something he never thought that he would have, something to fight for and a visible reason for why he continued his job. however, he would be lying if he said that the thought of you, belly swollen with his baby and breasts heavy in preparation, didn't activate a possessive desire deep within him.
you'd started sharing one room, acting more affectionate towards one another, and before either of you could recognize it, you'd fallen into an actual relationship with one another. one bottle of wine and anya spending the night at a sleepover with becky was all it took for the dam of suppressed feelings to finally give way and lead to you both sleeping together. although the alcohol had left you somewhat fuzzy, you could remember staring in awe at the sight of loid's pretty cock, decorated with prominent veins and a bold, blushing tip. he was gentle with you, preparing your cunt with experienced fingers and a heavenly tongue. each touch was filled with an ethereal combination of care and lust, making you feel as though you were on cloud nine.
this time, now that loid had the goal of putting a baby in you, prior tenderness was only amplified. he wanted to see your face throughout, so he'd settled on laying you on your back and promising to treat you like a princess. as he began by wrapping his soft lips around your stiff nipples, loid couldn't help himself babbling about how pretty you would look as your tits swelled with milk for your future child.
"fuck, loid," you whined as he finally slipped the tip of his cock into you.
he had to use every ounce of self restraint not to fuck you with the rage of a feral beast, instead opting for more subdued, passionate movements. he took his sweet time bottoming out inside of you, the bulbous head of his cock kissing your cervix. drawn out whimpers and whines filled the air between you, each mumbling sweet nothings to one another. you gasped a loud started to thrust in and out of you, each stroke brushed filling you to the brim. you were quickly reduced to a moaning mess, arms outstretched in order to bring loid closer to you. he abided by your wishes, placing a tender and loving kiss to your lips. you could feel the sparks as soon as his mouth was on yours, reignited as though this was the first time that your husband had kissed you. however, loid had ulterior motives as you were growing a little bit too loud. usually, he wouldn't complain, however. . .
“careful, love,” he whispered, “we don’t want to wake her up,”
. . . your daughter was sound asleep a few rooms away. you nuzzled against loid's neck, softly nipping at his sensitive skin whilst he continued to pound into you. his arms wrapped around your waist and torso, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed flush against one another. he continued to fuck you in such an intimate position, displaying the extent of his agility as he held you close and still managed to keep up his pace.
when he groaned your name, you could tell that loid was close. filthy thoughts of his cum seeping out of your hot cunt made your walls clench and your nails synchronously dig into his muscular back. the next thing you knew, you could feel his hot pants on your neck once again.
“you’re sure about this?” he asked, showing that even in this moment he held the utmost concern for your feelings. once you reassured him that you wanted this just as much as him, a certain vigour became evident in each thrust, one that you had never seen the man possess. one of his hands slipped in between you both to seek out your swollen clit. he’d done this enough to know how you like it, what movements it would take to push you over the edge alongside him.
“loid,” you cried, resorting to chewing your bottom lip in order to prevent any other lewd sounds emerging. loid looked close to angelic above you, the low lighting of your bedroom casting a halo over his blonde locks. beads of sweat stuck his hair to his forehead, and his eyes occasionally rolled backwards in his head. the sight alone was enough to make you cum.
as loid began to feel your pussy spasm around him, he once again planted his lips on your own, muffling your heavenly moans. he didn’t stop playing with your clit, even when his own orgasm crested and his cum began to spill against your womb. you could feel his cock twitching inside of you, as well as his warm seed filling you up. the two of you held that position for a moment, with loid plugging your cunt and holding you tight. your foreheads were pressed against one another, and you couldn’t help the joyful tears that welled up in your eyes the moment that you both exchanged three sweet words.
“i love you, loid,”
“i love you too, princess.”
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yuuri from spy x family makes my sadistic side go boom
ikr 😫
warning: hc. dom reader. no specific gender. kinda short. still getting out of my writers block so this sucks 😭. pain kink uuuhhh slapping.
he wants to act all tough and macho for you, but the second you praise him, he's ready to take his belt off just so you can spank him. it's weird too, he likes it when you praise him in the most dirty act.
he could be torturing someone for information, and his mind wonders if he could handle being tortured by you. he thinks about telling you but decides against it. he'll never see daylight again.
i think yuri has a big thing for leashes and chastity. especially when you pull him by the leash and "force" him to say embarrassing things.
such as: "i'm a pervert who likes to be kicked around."
or knowing he can't cum without your premission, it just shows that you own him and he absolutely loves it.
now yuri would never let you bring someone else in, not even another dom. that would only mean he no longer has you to himself.
it would be cute though, to see him all flustered due to the attention being given to him. all the praise and degrading words being thrown at him. he would just hide his face in the crook of your neck, tiny whimpers coming from him every now and then.
but other than that, he likes to be stepped on. doesn't matter with what. he absolutely loves pain!
he tries to speak up, yet nothings coming out, except, of course, his loud moans. you wonder if you'll get a noise complaint. yuri shut his eyes tightly, hips rutting on your shoe. you tug on his leash, forcing him to look at you.
"i'm sure if you beg, you'll get what you want." you say to him. he's all tied up, delighted whimpers coming from him when you bring your palm down to smack him across the face. "come on, darling, you can do it!"
even though his lips are bruised and swollen, it makes you want to kiss him more, until he was begging for you to stop.
he gasps out a "please!" when you press the heel of your shoe against him even harder.
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Talk Code to Me (Loid Forger [Twilight] x afab!reader)
Pairing: – Loid Forger (Twilight) x (afab)!reader
Summary: You and Loid had been on missions together before, always professional and easily impressed by his work, but something about tonight is a bit different.
Warnings: (Proofread) No spoilers, 18+ Content, Minors DNI, all characters 21+, code names used, reader and Loid are pretend married, coworkers, penetration f!receiving, ejaculation, curse words
Word Count: 2.6k
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He swiftly removed his jacket, the flash of it in the air quick as he threw it delicately over the back of the chair, his hands immediately going to his sleeves, sliding the cuff links from them and placing them on the table. You were a bit surprised, his movements so quick but graceful still as he stood beside the table, eyes glancing at you to his side.
“Well,” He asked, his face calm and as impatient looking as ever. He was always very serious about work, and you hadn’t imagined him to take you up on the offer you made. You had worked with him before, getting to know him only a bit but you understood his style quite well. He was efficient, every move he made had purpose and everything he did was thought out well beyond what a normal person would understand. You had initially been swept up by him as a rookie but now you were closer to his level and he had become more comfortable working with you, though his expression was always the same and you sometimes second guessed yourself around him.
He always looked impatient, possibly irritated, as if things could or should be going better. Tonight has been quite successful so far though, your mission together being simple. Trick the target into believing you're a silly love sick couple who poses no threat as you gradually close in on him. His room was beside your own and you had suggested faking sex loudly enough to let him hear. The idea was half a joke, but you should have known he wouldn’t take it as one. His confirmation was quick and clear, he had immediately stood and began undressing at least a bit before walking to the bedroom with you on his heels.
You had spoken in code all weekend so far, neither of you taking chances regarding who may be listening. He wanted this to be highly believable as well, stripping his shirt as you walked behind him, unzipping the side of your dress as you entered the bedroom. You felt a bit bashful, unsure of how far you’d be undressing to assure realism but keep each other’s privacy. Your eyes scanned his back, his frame tall and slim but his body still covered in lean muscle as he peered over his shoulder to eye you. His blonde hair was messily brushed back, his outfit professional to fit into the personality of the businessman he was playing, but hair messy and demeanor gentle to fit the role of a bit of a dopey new husband. You wore a black dress, tighter fitting and short to show the fake tattoos that riddled your legs and hips, you were playing a not so professional new wife who seemed highly flirtatious and impulsive.
“Down to underwear, then beneath the covers,” He spoke between words carefully, coded language and you nodded, slipping the dress down your body and leaving it on the floor. You wore black panties and bra, both lace and revealing as you had made sure to coyly flash the man you were targeting, getting him to become interested but let his guard down around you. You slid into the bed, tugging the covers over your lower half as you leaned back onto the pile of pillows at its head. He undid his belt, sliding his pants down and leaving him in his patterned boxer briefs, the ones he chose were very similar to the slightly embarrassing patterned swim trunks they had him wear earlier today as well. You had to admit he did look quite good though, even in the silly purple and green briefs.
He slid into the bed with you, adjusting himself to sit on his knees in front of you, spreading his legs out a bit and tugging your legs over his, giving the illusion of penetration if looked at from outside the covers. He explained his movements as he went, faking the vocabulary of a love-sick man who was happy to be fucking his wife while he actually let you in on his idea a bit more. He believed your idea was good, commending you for quick thinking as he leaned over your body carefully, hands on either side of your hips as he ruffled the blankets enough to fit the illusion. You didn’t blush, though you knew you were close to it.
“You’re quite beautiful,” Twilight said suddenly and your eyes darted back to him which were scanning your face slowly.
“Thank you,” You were surprised because this wasn’t about the mission, nor was there code hidden in it. His voice had shifted a bit, less stern and serious now.
“Did you suggest this to get closer to me?” He asked between his words, and you did blush this time, slightly annoyed at yourself for the heat that rose to your face.
“Well, I did think it would be helpful to the mission as well,” You said, slightly dancing around the question while still answering. He nodded, shifting a bit to scoot your body down, your legs further apart as your thighs brushed against his hips, your hips tilted up towards him. You bit your lip, wanting to touch him for real suddenly but not wanting to compromise anything.
“It could be a bit more realistic,” He started speaking, leaning down to let his lips brush against the shell of your ear, his voice a soft whisper. “If you let yourself go a little bit,” You nearly shivered, goosebumps rising to your skin as you could feel the heat of his breath on your cheek. You were a bit tense, stuck between wanting to keep professional with him while also wanting so badly to let go. You relaxed a bit, putting your hands up to slowly trail over his shoulders, one hand sliding up into his hair and tangling into it. Your eyes met his and he had a smirk on his face, his lips dangerously close to yours.
“Just like that,” He whispered, teasing his lips against yours as his big hands started to stroke your thighs, running up and down them as his fingertips grazed the lace of your panties.
Twilight, you thought to yourself, being so sensual? In the middle of a mission?
The idea of him putting a mission second was foreign to you, but maybe this was for the mission? His voice was different though, and the way he touched you didn’t feel as clinical as it did when he was all business.
“You really feel like this right now?” You asked in code, running one hand down his back slowly, winding your arm around his waist. He chuckled softly, the vibrations heavy in his chest before he answered. He scooted you down onto the bed, placing you flat on your back now as you gasped when you felt his hips press into you, his erection obvious as your legs spread a bit for him.
“You tell me,” He whispered, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your neck, making you shiver. You rolled your hips between him and the bed, grinding yourself up against his erection as you tightened your arm around his waist, tugging his body closer to yours. He smirked softly against your skin, trailing feather light kisses down your neck and across your shoulder, your head tilting back automatically to make room for him as he went. Your eyes fell closed as you toyed with his blonde hair between your fingers, arching your body up into his own to feel his skin press into your own, his hard chest keeping you beneath him as your legs wrapped around him. His hands trailed up your thighs, roaming over your hips and waist delicately, his palms a bit rough but hands so gentle as he teased the hem of your underwear with his thumbs.
You were still stuck somewhere between shock and want as you started to shift your body for him, his hands tugging down your underwear slowly. His lips trailed down your chest, kisses still soft as he grazed his lips between your breasts, tongue dipping beneath your bra and running along your soft skin slowly. You let him remove your panties, tossing them aside before he worked his way between your legs again, pressing his body back into your own, parting your folds with his erection and wetting his boxers with your slick.
“Well that answers my question,” He whispered, a smirk evident on his face even though your eyes were still closed. You opened your eyes for a moment, tilting his head up by the hold on his hair to look into his eyes.
“And what was that?” You asked, his eyes hooded with something new and your cheeks turned a brighter red suddenly.
“Wanted to know exactly how you’re feeling right now,” His hand was quick as it unclasped your bra behind you, surprising you as the straps fell loosely from your shoulders and his hand carefully tugged it from your body.
“But I can tell pretty easily,” His voice was low as he leaned in again, lips hovering above your own as his other hand trailed between your legs, his body moving enough to let his fingers slide between your folds, making you gasp involuntarily at the sensation. He grinned, removing his fingers just as quickly as he slid them down.
“This is okay, isn’t it?” He asked softly, eyes scanning your face as you nodded, leaning up into his lips to whisper your answer into them.
“Yes,” Your lips melded together, the kiss heavy and his fingers back upon your needy clit, your body responding instantly with a shiver and a few soft moans sliding across his tongue as you let it pass your lips. His fingers were skillful, easily toying with your clit enough to make you whimper for him, your body arching up into his own as your hands took tight hold of his shoulders. You felt his fingers prod at your entrance, sliding delicately around your sex, the slow circles enough to make you whine.
“Loid,” You whispered, his code name slipping past your lips as he pulled from the kiss.
“Yes?” He asked softly, lips now trailing down your neck once more, his other hand slow as it trailed down your side, his hand cupping your breast gently before giving it a squeeze and flicking his thumb across your nipple.
“Finger me,” You said, feeling bold but your voice still gentle with the command. He grinned against your skin, giving in to your request instantly. His two fingers slid into your dripping sex, pushing against your plush walls as he reached in deeply, letting his thumb take over the teasing of your clit.
“Ah-!” You gasped, tilting your head back as your legs spread a bit wider, letting him reach deeply into you as he curled his fingers perfectly against the spot inside you that you made your legs shake.
“There you go,” He whispered softly, hand winding around beneath your back to pull your arched body into his, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you felt the lean muscle beneath them. The mix of stimulation was perfect, his thumb moving quickly and fingers graceful inside you, his lips still trailing across your skin as you felt your bodies pressed so closely together.
“Y/n?” He whispered against your ear, your code name suddenly sounding sultry on his lips.
“Hm?” The whimper was all you could manage.
“I want to fuck you now,” He said, teeth careful as they bit down on the shell of your ear and your hips jutted a bit into his own.
“Please do,” You whined, his body reacting quickly as he sat up, easily removing and discarding his boxers before taking firm hold of your thighs with his hands, spreading your legs and pushing them down out of his way. Your eyes lazily scanned him, drinking him in as you let yourself peer down to his erection. It stood against him, thicker than you had imagined and suddenly you were blushing again, realizing you had in fact thought before of what his cock might look like. It was better than anticipated, especially when he began to rub it against it, wetting it between your lips. You gripped the sheets at your sides, head tilting back when you felt his tip trail between your lips across your sensitive clit. He bit his own lip now, watching your face as it contorted with pleasure, your cheeks a soft pink and your lips parted slightly to let out your gasping breaths as you waited for him to penetrate you.
“O-Oh!” You whimpered, feeling the thickness of just his tip as he prodded it against your entrance, stretching you slowly as he let you feel him. You were tight around him, squeezing him already as the sensation of his cock filled you, every inch given to you slowly as he let you get used to the feeling. Once he was buried inside you your hips were tilted and your back arched once more, your body moving easily to accommodate for his size as he let himself rest inside you, hips against you and balls pressed firmly against your ass. He kept hold of your thighs, keeping your legs apart for him as he slowly and carefully rutted his hips against you, shifting the feeling of the weight of his cock inside you, making you whimper all over again.
“Fuck,” You whined out, his smirk returning as he pulled himself from you, not completely as he needed to keep steady while he pushed himself back into you, filling you much more quickly this time. He moved his hips easily, rolling them skillfully against you to keep friction on your clit as his cock buried itself deeply inside you with each thrust. You could felt your orgasm coming already, your eyes rolling back as he kept your shaking legs steady, grinning as he watched your body twitch.
“There you go,” He spoke, voice sultry and deep, “Cum for me,” He practically demanded and you immediately gave in. Your pussy pulsed and your body shook, back arching suddenly as you gripped the sheets tighter and let yourself go completely.
“Fuck yes,” You moaned out, the feeling growing inside your stomach and causing your pussy to squeeze so tight you could practically feel his cock throb inside of you. He bit his lip, letting out a few small groans of his own as he felt your walls keeping him in, practically swallowing him with each thrust of his hips. He shifted suddenly, hands beside you as he leaned his weight on them, letting your legs wrap around his hips as he bucked them into you, not done fucking you yet. He fucked you through your orgasm, your body twitching as he leaned down to kiss you once more, your lips moving together a bit more sloppily.
“I’m going to pull out so I can,” He started to speak but a little groan interrupted his sentence as he removed his cock from you suddenly, your pussy still pulsing as your body came down. You felt it across your stomach, hot and slick as it shot out between the two of you. Your lips went back to his, arms wrapping around his neck to keep him locked in the kiss as his hand carefully squeezed out every last drop onto your stomach. The kiss grew softer, his body shifting a bit as his hand searched around the bed for something to clean you up with before he sat up and laid a loose edge of the sheet across you.
“We’ll get new sheets, no problem,” He said, more to himself than to you, but you smiled anyway, nodding as he trailed gentle hands over your sides, eyes locked onto yours for another few moments.
#smut#fluff#spy x family#spy family#sxf#loid forger#twilight#spy x family smut#spy x family loid#loid x reader#loid forger x reader#loid x you#loid x y/n#loid forger x you#loid forger x y/n#loid forger smut#spy x family fanfiction#spyxfamily
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NSFW Headcanons!
Pairing: ( Loid Forger and Yuri Briar x f!reader )
Rated 18+ , proceed with caution
LOID FORGER;
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A softie, and a gentleman outside but in bed, he's a complete different man.
Has handcuff and roleplay kinks.
"Nobody's bailing you out baby, so how about we pass some time in...private?" him as a cop on top and you as a thief below him - one of his fav plays.
Aside the roleplay fun, he's into either cuffing your hands on each side of the bed or above the bed before hitting you in the missionary position.
' Fuck !' whimpers in your ear on purpose. As a man, he just doesn't hesitate to moan.
And it sounds extra hot for some personal reason.
He has a praise kink. He just LOVES being praised by you when you're riding him. And that's why he prefers being bottom most of the time.
Hates the term 'Daddy' and 'Mommy' cause parents issue. It's either honey or baby for him.
Has a habit of spanking your ass with his lengthy and veiny hand before slipping inside. Only when the position is doggy.
Actually hates the 'doggy-position' but you cum real quick in that stance, so whenever he's in for a quickie, he'll go for the doggy style.
The speed and durality is INSANE. Lasts for 4 whole rounds.
"Beg." oh the panty vibrator- He carries the controller with him everyday and whenever he's in for some mischief, he'll cutely convince you to wear them only for you to suffer in the end.
Actually knows how to turn you on with his knee; the way he's so tall, the way he presses it in between your thighs and makes circles, the way it rubs on your heat back and forth--- lord have mercy.
No pills! He had heard that pills has a negative and dangerous side-effect on women somewhere and he doesn't want you to suffer. Although it's barely true for most females.
So he uses condom for protection and tries his best to avoid you from going in for pills.
Gentle in every sex position.
And his aftercare game is strong asf. Makes sure you're warm and cozy, all cleaned up, and if you're in pain, he'll place a hotbag on your belly before cuddling you to sleep.
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YURI BRIAR;
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"I wannaaaa have sexxxx!" whenever he's drunk, he's crazyyy.
And boy, the head he gives is soo---- damn pleasing to the point where he can actually make you squirt.
Cause he eats you out in a way as if your pussy is the best fucking thing he has ever had.
Has licked tequila off your chest and nipples once. NEVER again cause your nipples ended up burning so bad.
Wall sex is his thing. Can effortlessly bounce you up and down on his dick.
"Fuckin' slut, is that how you suck a dick?" he seems like a 'sweetie' outside but trust me when I say his mouth just automatically degrades you. Cops instincts kicking in.
Doesn't like being degraded by you though. He'll definitely cry.
Also has a breeding kink. Cumming inside a condom isn't enough, he NEEDS to do it inside you.
"How about we give Anya a cousin brother, or even a sister?~" but only if you're ready. Makes sure he actually doesn't impregnate you without consent just because he has a breeding kink.
Is also into risky sex.
Like sex inside his office without the door being locked. Funny how he once made you suck him dry from below his desk when he was dealing with his boss.
"Yor was soo embarrassed when told her! She was acting as if she's a virgin or smth, hahaha!" man loves to brag about his sex life to his sister.
Says he's in a 'competition'. Perhaps a way to indirectly show his jealousy regarding Loid since he's soo handsome. Yuri fears that Loid might charm you too.
"You see these marks on my back? These hickies? I please her in a way no man ever can, you hear me Loid Forger?? Only I can make her moan and squirt. You could neverrr," sometimes, he takes it a little too far but let him romanticize you in his own way.
Sucks at aftercares! Peppers your face with kisses for 7 seconds and instantly lays on your side to sleep. No cuddles, fuck him!
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#loid smut#loid forger#spy x family loid#loid x reader#loid drabbles#spy x family#yuri x reader#yuri briar#yor briar#yuri briar x reader#loid forger x reader#loid forger headcanons#loid headcanons#loid forger x y/n#loid forger x you#spy x family headcanons#spy x family smut#briar#anime smut#sxf yuri#sxf fanfic#sxf loid
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I want to write a Twilight/Loid Forger smut so goddamn bad but I don't think anyone would give a fuck about it for real LMAO. So for fun, here is the idea that has been haunting my brain for months.
It's a couple years before Operation Strix is assigned to Twilight. You're an agent for WISE and Sylvia has called you in to assign you to a Honeypot mission, as she feels you are the target's ideal woman. However, Sylvia is wary of your romance skills and asks Twilight to give you some tips and tricks on how to properly seduce your target.
#do you see my vision#spy x family smut#loid forger#loid forger smut#spy x family fanfiction#man they have no tags bro LMAO
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hiiii hruuu
may i request reader's first time with Loid forger only if u comfy tho
HAVE A LOVELY DAY<3
Of course, Loid is still one of my favorite anime husbands who is actually a husband so I'm always down for him.
Pairing: Loid Forger x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, virginity loss, first time blowjobs, gentle sex, praise, fingering, orgasm encouragement
A/N: I don't actually know if there's gonna be a next season of the anime but either way I'm gonna start reading the manga soon.
He would never make fun of you for your lack of experience
To him it doesn't really matter and he kind of likes the fact that can discover what makes you feel good, make it his new mission
If you weren't vocal before he really encourages it because he wants you to be comfortable with your own pleasure
Definitely starts with mutual masturbation so you can get comfortable with his dirty talk
Won't boast about his own experience verbally but will show off exactly what his fingers can do to make you feel pleasure
He sucks on them before putting them in, you may have had your own fingers and toys but the feeling is very different when it's someone else
Because he's very experianced he knows where to touch, how to curl his fingers when he's pulling them out in a way that will make your pussy spasm around him
Obviously you want to give him pleasure as well, you don't want to come off as a selfish lover
If you've never given a blowjob that's fine too, if you practiced on toys he feels like has to warn you that sucking on a real thing is very different
He is of avredge size but trying to go down on him all at once does make you gag and pull back, which makes him laugh, happy that you're so enthusiastic
Usually he would be all to happy to come on the face of a woman that's sucking him off but he wants the first time he finishes to be while he's inside you
To prevent any accidents he does use condoms, he always uses them because even with his skill and self control he can get lost in the pleasure too
He makes your pleasure his first priority
It feels like hours until he's fully inside of you but he's only taking it slow so you have time to get used to the feeling of a real cock inside your pussy for the first time
No one lasts that long when it's their first time so you don't have to deny yourself an orgasm, it's not like he plans to give you just one anyways
Scratch his back if you have to, he can take any amount of pain, or else he wouldn't make for a very good spy now would he
Does want you to vocalize your pleasure to him, make him hear your moans, tell him what feels good
As he suspected once you began to come on his cock he can't bring himself to pull out, he knows that he's the first, and hopefully the only man who will ever be inside you, who will make you feel this good and he can't help but come while he is balls deep inside of you
He won't just let the night end there, no way, Loid has so much more to show you, but first, a warm bath to relax your tense muscles and sore body
#loid forger#loid forger x reader#loid forger smut#loid x reader#loid smut#loid drabbles#twilight x reader#twilight smut#spy x family#spy x family smut#spy x family twilight#spy x family loid#spy x family x reader
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𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 ▸ 𝐥𝐨𝐢𝐝
𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ▸ nsfw, caught, loid is touching himself, hints at pussy eating
This isn’t like him to let his emotions to be so out of control. But ever since he started rooming with you what was normally an annoying thought at the back of his mind had become a persist craving.
There are times you would talk to him and he would get lost in the color of your eyes. While wondering how your eyes would look when he first slid his cock past your lips. It was worse when he looks down at your lips, sometimes his eyes always drift down to. And it sets him in the verge of kissing you.
All of this amounting to Loid jerking himself off in his bedroom when he thought you were out of the house. His eyes are closed, as he strokes himself over his pants. He had never been the type to touch himself like this but his balls are aching with the need to cum.
He blames this all on you. So he half curses and partly moans your name as he firsts himself. Just as he hears your say, “Loid are you..” you are standing in the hallway about to go into your own room. And Loid is mentally cursing himself for not shutting his bedroom door.
Loid opens his mouth as his cheeks flush are dark shade of red he can’t say anything. As you walk into his room, and tell him, “I could help you out.” Loid drily swallows trying to find his voice he say you,
“You could help me by letting me put my head between your legs.” He wants to make you feel good, hear you screaming his name instead of calling it out. As he drives you as wild as you make him.
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#loid x reader#loid x you#loid smut#spy x family smut#spy x family loid#spy x family#loid forger x you#loid forger#loid forger smut#loid forger x reader#spy x family x reader
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03:25AM [yor + loid]
content warning: 3sum, creampie,
note: inspired by my lovely anon’s thirsts, here & here. there’s a shortage of loid and yor porn so why not combine the two hehe
a few drinks in and somehow you’re all naked in the couple’s bed, loid’s hands wrapped around your ankles, spreading your legs out and giving him the room to fuck into you in deep strokes while yor is sitting on your face, your tongue slobbering all over her wet cunt, thighs compressing your puffy cheeks.
“yes, baby, such a good girl for me… for us,” yor purrs as she pushes her boobs together, her voice straining into a whine. loid’s thumb pressed and glided against your little clit, keeping one of your legs leaned up on his shoulder while the other is spread and bent for yor to see how good her husband is doing you.
poor you can’t even moan or beg as you make out with yor’s pussy, her arousal rubbing on your cheeks as she grinds on your face. when she noticed you were close judging by the way your hips are twitching and thrusting up to loid’s cock, she slapped your breasts, evoking a sharp, but muffled gasp from you.
yor praises, “how cute. that turned you on, didn’t it? sweet girl.” you hummed a weak ‘mhm’, hands gripping on the plump of her ass to pull her deeper against your mouth. the view of your lips sucking on yor’s clit drove loid into oblivion, his hips slapping against yours, pushing your leg further against your chest as he leans in to give yor a longing kiss.
they parted with a smack! yor gasping, “l-loid, make sure you make her cum, haahh fuck…”
while loid pried your legs further apart, yor slouched over your clit and licked a wet stripe. loid stammers, “cum for me, yes?” his cheeks and ears were patted with a pink hue, sweat sheening his upper body as he repeatedly slams against your g-spot, tears flowing down your eyes from pleasure and the ache of your legs.
it wasn’t long until your body froze and released, the rope inside you loosening when you came around loid’s cock, him following shortly after as he didn’t bother to pull out, his load shooting and filling it with his hot cum, yor kissing your clit as you come down from your intense orgasm.
when she felt that she was near, yor sat upright again and nearly gushed on your face with her thighs squishing your face, loid having to watch you clean and swallow his beloved wife’s juices.
#loid forger smut#loid smut#loid x reader#loid x reader smut#loid forger x reader#yor smut#yor forger smut#yor x reader#yor x reader smut#spy x family smut#spy x family fanfiction#loid x yor x reader
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Loid Forger - Eating Out Headcanons
MDNI
Cw: Loid eating (implied?) coochie? No specific parts are actually stated tho—
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-> Loid eats you out like he’s STARVING. He presses his face into you & rarely lets his lips leave you.
-> If he had a rough day, he WILL make you sit on the kitchen counter and eat you out then and there.
-> Eye contact. He LOVES looking up at you, watching your expression twist as he pleases you. It lets him know he’s doing a good job.
-> He usually won’t use his hands at the same time he uses his mouth on you. Not to say he NEVER will, but he prefers to hold you in place as he eats you out, and he obviously can’t do that if he’s fingering you.
#spy x family#loid forger#spy x family loid#loid smut#loid forger smut#spy x family smut#loid forger x you#loid forger x reader#spy x family twilight#loid x reader#loid x y/n#loid x you
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mission: alpha
loid forger x reader
synopsis ⤸
loid likes yor, really, he does. but there’s just something about you that he can’t resist.
themes ⤸
fem! reader, 18+, bodyguard! reader, forbidden love, mutual pining, angst, make up sex, elevator sex, oral sex, blowjobs, deep-throating, cum swallowing, mirror sex (kinda?), cunnilingus, spitting, fingering, masturbation, making out, first kiss, cheating, emotional cheating, mentions of infidelity/divorce, kissing is cheating idc, yuri makes an appearance
word count ⤸
5.9k (unedited)
a/n ⤸
so, this is my first ever spy x family fic, n originally, it was supposed to be much shorter than this, but i got carried away, n here we are, almost 6k later, oops. i’m treating this fic as an early birthday present to myself bc it’s my birthday in less than three hours, so i really, really hope that you guys will enjoy reading this as much as i did writing it! ♡
reblogs are appreciated ~
two summers have passed since the day you met the loid forger, and initially, upon discovering the disappointing fact that he was a married man, you’d had zero interest in becoming the other woman.
but sometimes, fate has a very funny way of messing with you.
initially, it was simply the determination to crack your way through that tough exterior of his that had drawn you to him, even long after the two of you had completed that very first infiltration mission together. at first, he’d been a challenge to get along with—all short answers, swift departures from conversations, and an endless supply of smiles that had never reached in his eyes.
but, much to your surprise—and even more so, his—it hadn’t actually taken all that long for you to wear him down. quickly, he’d grown accustomed to the sound of your voice chattering away by his side whenever you followed him back to headquarters, despite the fact that you had repeatedly ignored his insistence of not needing a bodyguard, and he would also pointedly pretend that he didn’t hear you mumble a reminder that that was exactly what you had been hired to do.
two years had passed by, and whilst he adjusted to being shadowed wherever he went, you began to adjust to the way that your feelings were slowly morphing into something that definitely breached past the barrier of professional. it hadn’t registered until after you’d first recognised the anxiety-induced ache in your chest during an absolute shit-show of a mission that had had you launching yourself at loid in order to shove him out of the way of an incoming barrage of bullets aimed his way. however, you hadn’t planned for his fingers tightening around your wrist, roughly yanking you with him. bewilderment had had your feet stumbling pathetically, and you’d landed directly on top of him, an airy oof! painfully punched out of your lungs.
he’d looked furious, brows knitted together as his mouth had opened, shouting at you over the sound of something exploding in the far distance. but you hadn’t paid attention to a single word that he’d spat at you. in fact, you’d been so distracted by the movements of his lips that you’d failed to notice that the target had advanced upon you until it was too late.
ultimately, the mission had ended as a success, but not without the expense of a few hundred thousand pounds in damages and a couple of broken ribs. despite your protests, you’d been ordered to take leave until you’d healed. and of course, you had appealed, but ultimately, you’d had no choice but to relent when it had been revealed that it was loid who had actually submitted a request for leave in your stead.
the revelation had boiled your blood, because, really, how fucking dare he?
it’s been two months since, and you’ve now returned to your duties as his bodyguard.
you had thought that with the time off from work, your irritation would have simmered by now. but each time you look at the back of his head full of sun-kissed locks, heat burns at the centre of your chest and spreads until your pulse boils in your eardrums.
loid notices that something is different as soon as you return to watching over him without so much as word uttered toward him. you are civil, nodding in greeting when the two of you meet at headquarters whenever loid is summoned, but when he’s out and about, you’ve now taken to retreating from his side to follow at a few paces behind.
ultimately, he suspects that if he refuses to acknowledge your attitude, it’ll only be a matter of time before you’ll simply get over it.
you do not.
another three weeks pass by, and loid is starting to stress.
his emotions are easily hidden behind a blank slate that is perpetually glued to his annoyingly handsome face, and so, you don’t care to show any signs of returning to chatting his ear off any time soon.
he’d never thought that he’d ever see the day when he’d admit that he misses listening to your voice, sometimes so unbearably loud that it makes him flinch when your shrill laughter drifts down the tunnel of his eardrum.
he also doesn’t know when he’d gotten to the point that he craves after the memory of the heat of you standing far too close for comfort, just to murmur an order into the shell of his ear. or when you used to lean in so that his senses were overwhelmed with the scent of you, you, you.
shit.
he misses you.
it’s an irritating pill to swallow, one that has him blindly searching for you at the gala that he’s required to attend tonight. he’s supposed to be posing as a local museum curator, under the pretences that he’s been sent to take part in the auction that is due to take place later in the evening.
you are supposed to pose as his wife for the evening, but when you had read the mission details aloud, loid had had to pretend that the disgusted crinkling of your nose hadn’t struck a nerve.
you were supposed to meet him almost half an hour ago, but he decides that as much as he wants you by his side—even if it’s just the two of you playing pretend—he’s waited long enough.
he has a job to do, and his work always comes first.
but just as he’s turning away, your voice is calling him from across the lounge, and he doesn’t even have time to feel embarrassed by how his neck snaps towards you so quickly that he actually feels it crick.
and there you are, frame wrapped in a midnight-coloured silk that clings to your form like a second skin, your eyelids painted a similar colour. and if loid squints, he can just make out the shimmer that glows upon the curves of your cheeks, and despite the fact that you look a tad flustered as you click, clack your way across the marbled floor, he thinks that you’re heaven on earth.
you reach his side, already putting on a performance as your arm slides to link with his, your lips moving a mile a minute as you ramble your excuses for being late.
but loid doesn’t care.
you’re here, looking like an absolute gem by his side, and you’re touching him.
god, when was the last time that you’d touched him? he doesn’t even know when he’d come to care for the innocent brush of your hand at his back when you’d steer him through the busier streets of tokyo, or the gentle tap of your finger to his shoulder, just to gain his attention.
well, you certainly have it now.
his mind is racing, gaze gluing itself to every inch of your body, and up close, he can see that you’ve spread that otherworldly shimmer along the length of your collarbones. he imagines the movement of your fingers, and he finds that all he can now think about is tracing your movements with his tongue.
fuck.
no.
what is he thinking?
yor, fuck, think of yor.
yor, his kind, darling wife, who waits for him at home, and cooks him a warm meal everyday. yor, who does his laundry and let’s him use the bath first because he’s had a long day at work. yes, think of lovely, sweet yor.
only, he can’t.
he hasn’t thought about yor for a long time.
he doesn’t know when it had started happening, but being with yor feels nice and simple, and safe, yes, but it’s also boring. and as lovely as yor is, loid has known for a long time that he doesn’t want boring.
he wants you.
you’ve not noticed that he’s blatantly staring at your mouth, already veering off toward the large doors, painted an obnoxious shade of gold, that lead to the ballroom.
only, the two of you never make it that far.
you’re too busy with making it to the ballroom to recognise the sensation of loid’s fingers curling around your wrist, and then he’s tugging at you, strong arm easily snaking its way around your waist to disguise the stumbling of your feet.
having already studied the blueprints of the building, it doesn’t take long for loid to locate one of many exclusive guest rooms that are usually used for private entertainment. he’s already pushing you inside and locking the door shut before you manage to catch enough wit about yourself to ask him just what in the hell does he think he’s doing?
‘this,’ he says lowly, the flat of his palm pressing to your shoulder and shoving you against the door. you startle, taken aback by his manhandling, but then your heart is leaping into the back of your throat when his mouth traces over yours.
your reaction is instant, and what starts as just feeling each other out with every hesitant press of your lips, is soon moulding a fire that burns your insides when he licks his way into your mouth.
it feels like a dream, to have him trap you against the door like this, but when his tongue is busy massaging up the length of yours, your body stills upon the feeling of his left hand pressing to your cheek in order to tilt your head just how he needs you. the metal of his wedding ring is warmed by his body temperature, but on your skin, it’s an ice-cold reminder that you’re treading on forbidden territory.
as far as the door will allow, you lean from his touch, your hands reaching to shove at his chest.
a muffled grunt of surprise is breathed from between his lips, and you can no longer look at his face, eyes drawn to that gleam of gold that makes your stomach twist with guilt.
with nausea.
what have you done?
you think of poor yor, and of how she’d always happily welcomed you into their home with that pretty little smile of hers. the thought of betraying her sickens you, and so your eyes meet loid’s with the intention of telling him that this is a regret that he doesn’t want to make.
except, he’s twisting the wedding band from his finger and shoving it into the inside pocket of his blazer.
‘i don’t love her,’ he tells you, desperation lacing his tone. that may be so, you daren’t hope, but that doesn’t mean that you’re willing to be his mistress either.
‘you’re married to her,’ you reply, voice quiet.
he looks stumped, almost hurt, and he inches closer, his fingers reaching for you once more. when you flinch out of reach, back pressed to the door, he stills, the corners of his mouth pulling downward.
‘i—’
he doesn’t even know what to say. you’re not wrong—it is her that he’s legally bound to, but he’s long realised that it isn’t what he wants anymore.
he exhales a sigh, roughly tugging his fingers through his hair. and then, in a very tiny voice, he admits, ‘i’ve been issued an alpha.’
in his line of work, a mission can be submitted under one of the four official rankings: alpha, beta, gamma and omega. alphas, the highest of all rankings, you know to be very rare. you also know that by him telling you this, he’s breaking just about every rule in his working contract, and you gawk at him as he continues:
‘my marriage isn’t real.’
a pause, and then:
‘what?’
you’re glaring now, eyes narrowing up at him.
‘that isn’t funny—’
‘i’m undercover,’ he rushes to explain, ‘i can’t… i can’t give you details, but… marrying yor was necessary because i needed a reliable story should anyone ask about me.’
your lips part, but you don’t even know how to voice the question that you desperately want to ask.
he seems to understand what you’re asking, and he shakes his head, ‘she doesn’t know, no.’
somehow, that makes you feel even worse. here you were, locking lips with her husband, whilst she sits, waiting for him to come home, completely unaware that her entire marriage is a sham.
‘oh my god.’
loid reaches for you again. ‘listen—’
‘oh my god, loid! what the fuck?!’
you’re horrified. at yourself, for not only kissing a married man, but for also betraying his poor, innocent wife, and especially for even entertaining the hope of him potentially returning your feelings.
you feel sick.
‘that—’ you motion a hand between the two of you, your fingers reaching to brush as your lips that now lack the gloss that you had applied earlier this evening. ‘was that—?’
he looks as if you’ve physically struck him.
wounded, he manages to grit out, ‘i wanted to.’
you scoff. disbelief still stings at your chest and you’re already turning toward the door, hand twisting the lock and tugging at the handle. but before you’re able to make your escape, his hand is slapped flat against the door, slamming it shut once more.
he closes in on you from behind, and all you can feel is the heat of him seeping through the thin material of your silken dress. with your neck bare, his breath fans across your skin, and you inhale deeply, fingers tightening around the door handle until your knuckles lighten.
‘please.’
the word is whispered into the shell of your ear, and you’re unable to mask the shiver that travels up the length of your spine. your pulse quickens, despite the fact that you know that it’s wrong just how much your body craves his touch. still, with one thought of mrs loid forger, your resolve strengthens, and your spines straightens.
you clear your throat, yanking at the handle once more, ‘yor deserves better.’
and then, you’re gone, and with you, you take a piece of loid’s heart.
ɞ
two days later, you’re reassigned.
at first, the sudden news comes as a shock, but you’re glad for the opportunity to escape the nauseating guilt that churns at your stomach whenever you think about the subject of your very present affections. and after being reprimanded for abandoning the gala just two days before, you eagerly welcome the chance at being able to avoid loid for as long as possible.
however, the relief is short lived.
for when you meet your new assignment, you think that the world must truly have it out for you.
yuri briar is the spitting image of his sister.
when you’re introduced to him, you almost put in a request for another transferral. but when he flashes you a smile that is the exact copy of yor’s, you’re already giving in, returning his grin with a coy one of your own.
working with yuri is nothing like at all like it was with loid. whilst the latter had been all stiff smiles and curt small talk, it is yuri who talks your ears off when the two of you are out on patrol later that day. you welcome the refreshing change, despite the fact that you spend the majority of the conversation trying to steer the subject toward anything that isn’t related yor forger.
much to your chagrin, you’re subjected to almost three hours of the younger briar sibling gushing about his sister, and if not for the huge pay check that you’ll be receiving at the end of the month, you’d probably have told your superior officer that you were quitting.
soon, the weeks are flying by, and you somehow manage to think of loid less and less.
until, one night, you’ve stayed behind to fill in the paperwork that yuri hadn’t had the time to submit, because he’d insisted that he absolutely could not be late to dinner with yor tonight.
‘i owe you,’ he’d promised, and you’d reluctantly given in the doe-eyed look that he’d given you with a chest heaving sigh.
and so, here you are, leaving headquarters almost three hours later than usual.
it’s already dark outside, the streetlights illuminating the pavement an amber glow. you stifle a yawn with the back of your hand, eyes squeezing shut as you do so. because of this, you fail to sense the sudden presence that appears right before you, until it’s too late.
you roughly collide with a bony shoulder, a hand clasping onto your elbow to steady your balance. your eyes fly open to meet a pair of steely blue orbs that are already fixated to your own as you come face to face with the very man that haunts your thoughts.
‘loid.’
his name flies from your mouth before you can stop it, and you’d be blind to not notice the way that his gaze flickers to watch the way your lips form the singular syllable.
you make to put some space between the two of you with a step backwards, but his hand at your elbow holds fast.
‘i’ve been looking for you.’
he blurts the words before you can move away, and you stiffen, bewildered by his open honesty.
‘because?’
his hand slips from your elbow, and you swallow down the disappointment that you feel when he takes a step backward. for a long moment, he stares at you, and his attentions form a frown between your brows.
‘you look well,’ he notes, voice low as his gaze catches on the badge that hangs from around your neck. ‘yuri, huh?’
you offer a polite smile, unsure of what else to say as you murmur, ‘yeah.’
something flashes in those blue eyes that bore into you in a way that makes it seem as if he’s staring straight through you.
there’s a beat, and then he says, ‘yor and i…’
you immediately grimace. you take another step backwards, throwing a thumb over your shoulder, in the opposite direction of which you were originally heading, ‘look, i have to—’
he blurts, ‘we’re getting a divorce.’
the rest of your sentence dies on the tip of your tongue.
you look at him properly.
uncharacteristically, he looks weary, eyes tired and hair a little mussed as if he’s run his fingers through it one too many times. for once, he openly wears a strange mix of both unease and hope that crooks his eyebrows upwards. a niggle of doubt bites at the back of your neck, but when your eyes lower to glance at his left hand, there isn’t a ring in sight. his finger is free of a tan line, and you recognise that he’s probably not worn that band of gold for a long time.
and you are loathe to admit that the sight has your pulse beating just that little bit faster.
‘loid—’
‘can we talk?’ he interrupts, glancing around as if only just remembering that you’re both stood in the middle of the pavement. the street is empty save for the two of you, but you agree that it’s probably better to continue this conversation in private. before your lips part to agree, loid beats you to it, ‘i live nearby—we can talk there.’
he’s already steering you into the opposite direction, and you’re rushing to keep up, breathless by how quickly he’s walking when you ask, ‘you moved out?’
‘yes.’
his answer is short, blunt, and the way he says it reminds you of the time when you’d first been assigned to him. the nostalgia has the corners of your mouth tilting upward, eyelids lowering as you follow him toward his new home.
it really is nearby—just a mere few streets away from your place of work—and you follow him inside the multi-storey apartment complex. he leads you through the reception, and the elevator ride up to the ninth floor is silent, your spine tense with apprehension. you pointedly keep your gaze fixed to the seam where the closed doors meet in the middle. from the corner of your eye, you can see him glancing at you every so often before shifting his stare to the red numbers that are slowly counting upwards.
only, just as the elevator reaches the fourth floor, loid is slamming his palm over the emergency stop button.
there’s a deafening, grating noise as the gears suddenly grind to a halt, and the vibrations actually make your teeth hurt.
when things eventually fall quiet, you turn to gape at him, ‘what the fuck are you—?’
your protests are silenced by his mouth moulding to yours.
his hands are closing over your cheeks, holding you still as he presses his chest yours, your chin tilted up to allow him to meld his tongue to yours. the sudden assault of the scent of him dizzies you, and you’re scrambling to drag in air between your lips with each kiss that he forces you to accept. previously, you would’ve liked to believe that your resolve is far stronger than this, but as soon as he guides you to mirrored wall of the elevator, all rationality is thrown out of the window.
you return his kisses with as much vigour as he’s giving them, your fingers tangling into the silky strands of his hair and tugging a low groan from the centre of his chest. you feel it vibrate against yours, and you answer by licking at the inside of his cheek. at some point, one of his hands travels down to the waistband of your trousers, deft fingers dipping just under the fabric to tug it a little further down your hips.
‘in here?’ you whisper against his lips, to which he answers with a hum, already working to open the clasp and pull the zipper downward.
‘here,’ he confirms, the tips of his middle and index fingers gently brushing over your pulsing clit. ‘i need you now.’
your responding moan is muffled into the crook of his neck, his fingers stroking between your legs as they drag over your slit, gathering the clear slick that has pooled from your fluttering hole, to circle it over the bundle of nerves that continuously throb for him.
‘loid—!’
your breath is hot on his neck, and he’s already aching between his legs, and he can’t quite wrap his head around the fact that this is happening after months and months of him spending many a night, alone with nothing but the palm of his hand to ease the ache of your absence.
he hadn’t ever imagined that he’d miss you as much as he has, that he’d spend weeks breaking all kinds of protocol in order to search the database for your new post just because he’s been so desperate to see you.
he’d broken the news of his intention to file for divorce to yor just a day after the kiss that you’d shared at the gala, and where he’d expected sadness, anger, maybe even a curse word or two, there had been nothing but an understanding smile, a pat on the shoulder and a genuine wish of good luck. the only thing that she’d requested was to keep the house, and loid could give her that, at least.
and now that he finally has you exactly where he wants you, he doesn’t intend to let go.
his fingertip prods at your hole, and he licks a stripe along the length of your neck, suckling a bruise into the crook of your shoulder. you moan for him, voice like honey when his finger glides along your inner walls that flutter and dance, and his cock throbs within the confides of his slacks.
one finger is quickly joined by another, and you stretch around them, your slick cunt eagerly sucking them back inside with each careful thrust. he thumbs at your clit, greedily inhaling the mewl that is panted from between your lips, his tongue exploring your mouth once more.
his clothes are starting to feel constrictive, his skin burning under the layers of the fabric of his three piece suit, and he can feel sweat beginning to gather on his brow. and as if sensing his discomfort, it is your fingers that are now tackling the task of ridding him of his blazer and waistcoat. momentarily, he has to retrieve his fingers from the space between your legs to allow the finely stitched fabrics to drop unceremoniously to the floor. you’re then unbuttoning his dress shirt, and as soon as the fabric openly hangs from his shoulders, your hands reach to slide all over his newly exposed skin.
wherever you touch, goosebumps are coaxed to the surface of his skin, and when you gently flick at one of his nipples with the pad of your finger, he’s unable to hide the moan that escapes him. you grin, watching him through heavily lidded eyes as you drop to your knees to make quick work of unbuckling his belt and shoving his slacks as far down his thighs as you need for them to be out of the way.
his cock bobs before you, the tip swollen pink, his balls filled tight with the promise of being emptied soon. your awe-filled stare quickly morphs into one of unfiltered hunger, and his dick angrily twitches a dribble of precum that you immediately lean in to catch on the flat of your tongue. your clit hammers away, throbbing with need, and your eyes close, mouth stretching wide to accommodate the width of his bulbous tip slipping past your spit-slicked lips.
the moan that bursts from out of his mouth is nothing short of wanton, ocean blue eyes rolling to the back of his head as he braces his weight by stretching an arm to press his palm to the mirror behind you. his groin coils, arousal ebbing its way through his abdomen, and he chokes on his breath when you swallow down as much of his length as your tightening throat will allow. your tongue curls around his girth, and as your head retreats, there’s a suction caused, one that makes his toes curl inside his dress shoes. he breathes your name, eyes peeling open to see that you’re already looking at him through your lashes, cheeks hallowed around his cock and saliva beginning to drool from the corners of your mouth.
fingers trembling, he buries them into the tresses of your hair groaning loudly when your tongue traces over the splatter of nerves that sit just under the head that twitches against the bumpy texture of the roof of your mouth. your hands come to grasp at his hips and you tug, encouraging a sudden forward cant of his hips that has you choking down the remainder of his girth, gagging noisily and messily, spittle landing on the patch of curls that surround the base of him.
‘oh fuck,’ he slurs your name, and you can feel his muscles flexing as his erection retreats until his leaking tip smears over your lips, your tongue darting to lap at his slit, greedily inhaling the heady taste of his essence.
his dick pushes past your lips once more, and his hips dare to gently thrust forward, then drag backwards, repeating the action over and over again until your throat has no choice but to adjust to the stretch of him. the inside of your cheeks are hallow around him, and your hands trace over every inch of naked skin that you can reach. with one of his hands planted onto the mirror, the other brushes over your cheek and he feels his cock starting to twitch with the promise of his impending completion.
you watch his brows pinch together, a pink flush staining his pale cheeks, ocean blues now a shade or two darker than usual. his mouth hangs open as he repeatedly voices his lust-driven arousal with an array of sighs, grunts and moans, each sound encouraging the growing mess that has long soiled your underwear that now sticks to the outline of your pussy. your fingers reach for his balls, heavy in your palm as you roll them, kneading the soft skin with your thumb.
‘hng—ah!—hmph!’
he stifles a sharp moan by clamping his teeth into his bottom lip, and in response, your clit throbs again and again, begging for friction. your thighs press together, and it is when the vibrations of your hum that triggers the onslaught of his seed that squirts down your throat in hot slithers of white. he voices his elation in a garbled mess of your name, balls drawing tight as they empty themselves into your mouth.
you happily swallow down everything that he gives you, eyelids fluttering shut as your lips pepper kisses along his softening length when he finally runs dry. his cock hangs limply, still half hard when you press a kiss to the patch of curls between his legs. chest still heaving for air, he reaches to help you to your feet and just manages to ghost his lips over yours before his hand are on your shoulders, twisting you so that you now face the mirror.
you already guess his intentions before you feel him guide your hands to grip the handrail, his tongue darting out to taste the perspiration that has formed on the back of your neck. with your face this close to the mirror, it’s hard to hide from the blatant arousal that is plastered across your own reflection, pupils blown wide and hot breath puffing a ring of condensation on the glass. behind you, you watch as loid lowers to his knees, his head disappearing from view as his fingers busy themselves with tugging your trousers down your thighs.
he peels away the soiled fabric of your flimsy underwear—the strip of cotton barely able to conceal your plump lips from view.
eagle-like, he ogles at the thick glob of slick that drips from your slit, taking a deep breath to inhale the scent of your excitement.
groaning under his breath, he nudges your knees, encouraging you to spread your legs, and instinctively, your back arches, giving him a first class view of your glistening folds. his prick is already twitching with interest, and from where it rests, safely tucked back into the confides of his briefs, it slowly begins to engorge with freshly pumped blood once more.
the first taste of you has his tastebuds singing.
you taste of liquid platinum, both sweet and tangy on his tongue, and his nostrils are ravenous in the way of which they repeatedly inhale in order to make sure that he never forgets what your excitement smells like, and he relishes in the sound of your voice keening higher and higher each time his teeth graze over the hardened pearl that throbs just for him.
your thighs tremble when his tongue first breaches the hole that his fingers had claimed just a short while earlier, and when he wiggles the muscle inside you, you shriek his name, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. you listen to him suckling and slurping and although embarrassing, it’s also serving to turn you on more, your clit throbbing harder than you’ve ever felt before.
your eyes blink through steadily forming tears, and you peer through the mirror to the space between your legs. from this angle, you aren’t able to see much of his face except for his chin, and the occasional flash of his tongue when he strokes it over your clit, but you are able to watch the rise and fall of his curled hand as he fists his cock to full mast.
it’s hard to focus on both things at once, but the sight of him pleasuring himself is one that makes your stomach knot, your hole clenching around the intrusion of his tongue. the muscle feels like fire inside you, licking and teasing at your fluttering walls until you start to feel the struggle to stay upright.
you don’t know how long you remain impaled on his tongue for, but when he retreats, the stretch has left your hole gaping for him, clenching on nothing but empty air. your lips open to protest the loss of being filled, only to choke on a shocked yelp when a ball of saliva is spat directly onto your dripping folds, two long fingers spreading and guiding the liquid directly into your cunt with one rough thrust.
he sets a pace that matches the rapid rise and fall of his fist, the tip of his cock now an angry shade of red that almost looks painful. you feel his lips at the curve of your asscheek, and he presses several kisses there before he fixates his attentions back to your clit. his teeth aren’t at all gentle as they nip and suck and pinch at your sensitive nub, and aided by the brutal pace of which his fingers are fucking into you, it isn’t long before you feel the familiar telltale sign of your orgasm fast approaching.
you’re sobbing literal tears by the time the coil in your gut snaps, violently wracking its way through your entire body and expelling through your lips with a hoarse wail that rings in your ears. at this exact moment, loid yells from somewhere between your legs, and then you feel a scorching splatter of cum paint the back of your right knee. it rolls down your leg in a sticky mess, one that matches the drip of your juices when loid’s fingers tug free from your cunt with a blush-inducing squelch.
it takes a long time for you to catch your breath, and although his lips are pressing to your behind once more, you can feel the uneven shake of his own breath that fans across your skin.
eventually, he rises to his feet, hands reaching to help you stand upright, and the motion has your slick dribbling a mess all over your inner thighs. your eyes meet his through the mirror, and a beat passes before the tiniest of smiles graces his lips. you can’t help but mirror it, and when he awkwardly clears his throat to offer to help fix your clothes back into place, you allow him to do so, nose scrunching at the sensation of your soiled underwear being tugged up and over your hips, but then smirking when he accidentally traps his finger in the zipper of your trousers.
you return the gesture by dressing him, and just as you’re adjusting the buttons on his waistcoat, he presses at the emergency stop button for a second time tonight. the silence is filled with that horrid grating noise, before the whole cart shakes once, twice, and then it’s continuing its journey up to the ninth floor. you’re currently draping his blazer over his shoulders when he kisses you again, and when your tongue slides along his, you’re able to taste your fading scent on the tip of his tongue. he groans into your mouth, fingers tangling into your hair, the both of you pointedly ignoring the puddle of mess that you’ve left on the floor as he kisses you breathless. but all too soon, you’re interrupted by the bell announcing your arrival with a ding! before the doors slowly part, and the bright glow of the hall light floods inside to illuminate the halo that surrounds the back of loid’s head.
and on the keypad, the number nine flashes red.
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Like a dream
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Pairing: Loid x Female!Reader x Yor
Slot:Threesome+Strap on
Yor squirmed under your touch,both of your hands covering her breasts as you licked and sucked on her clit. You held her legs open because last time she almost suffocated you last time,not that you wouldn’t be happy to die like that. She gripped the sheets tighter with her other hand gripping your hair,forcing you to take more of her.
“Y/N,I can’t take anymore. I’m close”
“Do it for me,cum for me” Before you could make another move Loid grabbed you by your hips and pulled you back towards him,your hands were still gripping Yor’s thighs who was still gripping your hair just not as tightly. Loid leaned down to whisper,pressing his chest against your back.
“Are you ready for me?” He asked,his finger running up and down your slit only lightly hovering over your clit.
“Loid don’t forget this” Yor suddenly sat up and handed him something,it was a blanket that you only used as decoration. Yor pulled you up onto the bed with her as Loid spread out the blanket,She grabbed your hair yet again and pulled you into a kiss. You hadn’t even realized that she picked you up and placed you on the blanket. “Y/N” You pulled away from Yor only for Loid to grab your chin and pull you into another kiss.
“Take me” You were utterly dazed,not focused. It felt like a daydream. You saw Loid’s mouth move but you had no idea what he said,but it was clearly to Yor not you. He kept kissing you until she came back and when you turned to her your face hit something,a big purple strap on.
“Don’t get all shy on me now,you were just begging for me to take you a second ago” Loid teased you,pushing your face closer to the strap on. “Come on open your mouth” Your mind ran blank and you did as you were told. Yor stood up and Loid pushed two of his fingers to spread you open,you wanted to moan but you couldn’t with Yor fucking your mouth and throat. Your eyes started tearing up as Loid finally pushed his cock into you. Slowly he sped up,but at the same time he was still gentle unlike Yor who was getting more and more dominant. She was being so rough that you were choking and she wasn’t letting go,you were pulled back and immediately took a deep breath.
“Loid-”
“Are you alright? Can you breathe?” You just nodded. “Yor,you have to be careful”
“Y/N I’m sorry I didn’t mean to,you just looked so pretty like that” You could hear the guilt in her voice.
“Maybe we should stop for tonight”
“Loid,I’m fine. And I haven’t had enough of either of you”
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Loving
a.n.: loid forger x reader.
t.w.: smut, oral sex, unprotected sex, daddy kink (ahhhh this is my first time writing this please be nice!), spanking, anal play, swearing. minors, do not interact.
s.n.: Twilight learns how to love by loving you.
Bite marks on your thighs already claimed their place between your legs where a golden crown lay; strong arms kept you pinned down like an unfolded flower where the sweet nectar he had dreamed of for weeks pooled between your soft pink petals.
He was given the long weekend off of work to visit where you lived: a quaint cottage secretly tucked away in the countryside. This was his attempt at keeping you away from the affliction of war he worked hard to keep from spreading like pestilence of disease.
The only symptom of sickness you felt was the constant dull ache of missing him, your protector, currently claiming your body as his own while your shyness kept your face hidden in the juncture of your elbow,
“You’re getting good at this,”
You felt him hum across your clit before giving it a wet kiss with tongue, drawing a sharp inhale then sigh from your lips.
“Was I ever bad at it?”
His question more of a statement of confidence: Twilight took pride in his work, honing his craft in espionage over and over— even if he knew of his own accolades he strove to be the best.
However…
To actually feel and learn from lived-in experiences of what human emotion and intimacy could be proved more difficult than any mission.
Fortunately, he had you: his best friend, lover, and teacher—patient and kind to his curiosity and lesson in loving. He recounted his first frustrations of feeling want for the first time, how difficult it was for him to sort out the words to his feelings and to speak his needs truthfully to you as a man and lover.
“No,” you sighed, raking fingers through the side of his undercut to his soft blonde hair, “Maybe it’s just been awhile…”
“Then I need to make up for lost time,”
An adorable blush dusted his rosy cheeks, peaking through when he tilted his head to catch a glimpse of you from between your legs, ocean green eyes keeping a focus on your arched form while hands kept your lips spread by his palms. he slipped two fingers inside of you with ease of how wet he made you, curling them over the very place he knew would drive you over the edge every time.
“I know every inch of your body…” he dragged those words up to your navel then through the valley of your breasts with his lips, kisses that spread goosebumps over your skin like wildfire.
“I know this is how you liked to be kissed,” he slid his tongue across your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth, the lingering taste of yourself on his lips even when he pulls back.
“I’ve studied you more than any target,” he moved up to the crook of your neck biting down only enough to make your head spin and left you only able to whisper his name before his lips met yours.
Following a whisper your name, he was taken by surprise when you were the one to push and twist him to be underneath, tangled in each others on the floor ontop of a large rug by the fireplace, the fire he made beforehand radiating like the heat growing passionately between your bodies. He was tangled in the crinkle of the white bedsheet you had pulled from the bed prior, the sculpted lines and edges of his body dipped each time he exhaled.
His broad chest rose and fell sharply when you straddled his waist, pressing down with both hands on his belly with keen eyes following your next move.
“You’re blushing,” simple words teased the spy as his body spoke for itself, his member already flushed, swelled, and leaked down the tip with crystal beads of precum.
“You’re so beautiful,” hungry lips reached for yours but found resistance from your hands firmly keeping him underneath you. He pouted, tapping your hips with his hands impatiently while furrowed brows while you waited, using the silence to pull another answer from him.
“And maybe my most dangerous mission, too…”
Laughter was an unexpected response and it tinted his cheeks more, feeling vulnerable and under your spell.
“Me? Dangerous?” you laughed softly, cupping his cheek briefly before caressing the side of his face,
“For a spy, you seem to be so willing to tell the truth…”
While he was stuck between the duality of his truthfulness and secrecy you trailed slow kisses and soft bites across his neck to his collarbones, peppering the delicate cage for his beating heart, bones that looked as if they could soar against the strong muscles of his neck and shoulders.
Before a smirk could form on his perfect face he felt you sink down around him, feeling causing him to roll his head back into the pillows and groan, golden hair a ruffled mess from the sex the two of you were having.
“god—“
Watching you could leave himself in a spiral for days, paying reverence to the goddess above him; the way you moved around him, the fire flickering warm lights and shadows across your belly and breasts which rolled and bounced after every grind to meet his groin, leaving it in a sheen of your essence, the curve of your ass slapping against his skin was the song of his worship.
His long, thick cock pressing itself between your walls feeling full as you continue to fucking him. He couldn't hold back any longer, moaning when he arches his hips up to meet yours. his face was twisted in pleasure until he realized that your lips betrayed you, moaning something he didn’t expect would cross your mind without looking both ways.
“Daddy—“
Conquered by your overwhelming desire to be claimed by this man you were fucking, you were lost in euphoria to even realize what you let slip from a dark corner of your mind.
“What did you just call me?”
Your movements came to a sudden halt, your heart could burst at any moment from embarrassment, hiding your face away by craning it to the side while a growing smirk appeared on his face.
“Did you just call me daddy?”
“I-” you stammered, heart racing. '“um—“
You suddenly felt the faux rug pressed up against your face, him using the opportunity to flip you over and onto your stomach, practically dragging you by your hips to pull your ass up, coating himself in your slick between folds before lining up and snapping back into place while you cried out his name.
“Does my girl like the way her daddy fucks her?”
His voice melted lust into your ear, feeling his abdomen press into your back as a hand reaches over to squeeze the sides of your neck. You couldn’t see his expression but his presence wanted to swallow you whole: feeling him pull out slowly only to thrust back with such force that had you whining into the rug with each push.
“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to hear you call me that?” You shudder while he drags his nails across your back until they return to your hips, feeling a slap across one of your asscheeks while slipping in his thumb into your ass before plunging it against your tight hole.
“Yes daddy, please—“
His thrusts eventually stagger and while you find your release around his cock, his body breaks above you soon after, caving on top of yours while his release fills you up, whispering an I love you while blooming a heat inside of you that made sure you knew you belonged to him.
Coming down from sex was spent quietly in each other’s embrace, the cottage settling back into silence, the occasional crackles from the fireplace and tree branches tapping outside on the window sills could be heard. You opened your eyes when you heard him clear his throat, looking up to see a maddening blush had erupt over his face.
“Sweetheart?” He peaked through blonde lashes, grabbing one of your hands to rub the top of.
“Did I hurt you? Was I too rough? Please tell me-“
You hugged his waist, pressed a kiss into his cheek while you sweetly chuckled into the crook of his neck.
“My Twilight,” you sighed his codename endearingly,
“I love you, loving me.”
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