#loid forger x you

[saetoru]

Loid who loses his cool when he sees some guy trying to hit on you and is so flirty and charming…..he wonders if he could make you feel shy like that….make you have that sweet doe eyed look in your eye…..not knowing of course how smitten you are with him already- so he finds out by having your panties around your ankle later and two fingers inside you while he murmurs sweet nothings into your ear until you’re whimpering his name 🥺🥺💘

#𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 !! — 𝐋𝐎𝐈𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐑.

tags: nsfw 18+, fem! reader, fingering, praise, jealous loid, pet names (pretty lady + pretty girl)

notes: MOANS THANK YOU GRAY BABY FOR THIS

in all his years of being a spy, loid likes to think he’s a rather calm man—he likes to pride himself in the way he pushes his emotions back and handles things rationally.

except right now, there’s a rather irrational itch in his hand to form a fist and punch the young baker in front of you right in the jaw, just to wipe the sly grin off his face.

“it’s on the house,” the man murmurs, handing you the slice of cake for anya, winking at the little girl as she stares at him with wide eyes. and then loid can’t help but clench his fists, narrowing his eyes at the stranger who thinks they’re doing his wife and his daughter a favor—never mind the fact that you’re not really his wife and she’s not really his daughter (or that he even wanted either in the first place.)

and loid forger isn’t really a man who faces threats he doesn’t think he can handle, but sweet talking and honeyed words and fragile smiles aren’t exactly his forte—and then he wonders…is that what you look for in a man? he’s not quite sure why it even matters, but there’s a sick feeling that pools in his gut, and now he feels like there’s something he’s got to prove.

and maybe his smile is a little tight lipped, and his words are a bit blunt natured, and his eyes aren’t as soft as they wink so smoothly (he doesn’t even wink at people—it’s a bit corny, he thinks), but he also doesn’t flirt with married women or bribe children with sweets—and he’d say that makes him a better man by default.

“oh, i don’t know if i can accept that,” you say shyly, shaking your head and staring at the baker with a doe eyed expression.

“c’mon,” the man chuckles, reaching over to pinch anya’s cheek from her spot in your arms, “i make plenty of cakes every day. but i don’t get to give a pretty lady and her cute little daughter one too often,” he says smoothly. and it doesn’t take a trained spy with years of experience to know that if loid felt your face right now, it’d be hot to the touch, and his eye twitches just a little at the corner.

and then you giggle—though a tad bit nervously—and loid simply can’t watch anymore of this.

“excuse me,” he clears his throat, gathering your attention back to him as the baker turns to look over at loid.

“oh, i’m sorry sir, do you know what you’d like—”

“actually we’re here together,” loid gestures between you and him, “the two of us.” there’s a little extra emphasis on the last part, and there’s a little twinkle in anya’s eyes that makes him wonder if she can see right through him (though he always finds himself wondering that.)

he hates to admit there’s a slight satisfaction at the way the man’s shoulders tense and his jaw tightens, and out of a purely bold and in-the-moment decision, he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling your figure flush against his side.

“well, thank you for the free cake. my daughter loves sweets,” he smiles tightly, “have a good day now.”

and before you can even get a word out, you’re pulled out of the bakery with a tug to your wrist, and a very quiet and very tense loid for the rest of the trip home.

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“loid, you’ve been a bit—oh,” you’re cut off by your back hitting the mattress, loid hovering over your with furrowed brows and a clenched jaw.

“you’re pretty,” he says simply, and you almost think he’s staring into your soul waiting for your response.

“oh, th-thank you,” you squeak, unsure of what else to say. you hope he doesn’t hover any closer, otherwise he might just hear the faint thumping of your heartbeat as it increases in rate.

“i think you’re quite lovely,” he adds, just for safe measure, “really, i do.” and then you register the small hint of desperation in his voice, almost like he’s begging you to understand what he’s trying to say, and you think back to the way he practically shoved you out of the bakery—and suddenly it makes sense. your hand cups his cheek, eyes softening in that precious little way that makes his cheeks dust over with a rosy hue.

“thank you, loid,” you hum, tracing over his cheekbone with your thumb.

you stare at each other for a moment—and then you will yourself to fight your nerves and lean in to close the gap, your lips planting themselves onto his.

it’s instantaneous, his response, the way he grunts against your lips, leaning in and pressing his own firmer against yours, hands gripping your waist tightly as his tongue explores your mouth. you gasp against his lips, and he feels an ache build between his legs, cock twitching as a tent forms in his pants.

“nobody should ever call you a pretty lady but me,” he growls against the shell of your ear, hand traveling to pull your pants and your underwear down until they pool at your ankles. you gasp as his digits just barely slide up and down against your folds, and he smirks at the way you’re already wet. “nobody gets to see all the pretty parts of you, do they?”

you whimper as he sinks his fingers past your folds, curling them to hit your sweet spot just right—and almost instantly, your lips part as a pretty little whine rips from your throat.

“do they?” he growls, stilling his fingers as he stares at you with a raised brow, waiting for your answer. shaking your head vigorously, you stare up at him with those same doe eyes—except they’re for him now, and he feels a wave of satisfaction hit him.

“n-no, only you,” you whine, “only you, loid.” rolling your hips, you try desperately to chase the friction from earlier. he chuckles lowly, and he’s almost surprised with himself as he plants a sweet, gentle little kiss to your forehead.

“that’s right,” he hums, fingers picking back up their movements, thrusting in and out of you as his palm glides over your clit. you moan, wrapping your arms around his neck, clinging to him tightly as your eyes squeeze shut in pleasure. “only me, isn’t that right? only ever look this adorable for me. bet that baker wishes he could see you like this,” he whispers against your ear, smiling smugly to himself as you shiver slightly, “already a mess on my fingers. how cute.”

“l-loid, please—”

“please what? want me to go faster?” you can only nod, wanton moans spilling past your lips as his fingers sink deeper into your walls, making him groan lowly at the way you squeeze around him. “no fun in that,” he chuckles, “look so perfect when i take my time with you. so perfect,” he presses one more kiss to the shell of your ear before leaving a trail of them down your neck.

“fuck—loid,” you whine, “f-feels good.”

“yeah? you look good too,” he murmurs. a small, petty (and quite frankly, still jealous) part of him almost wants to take you back to the bakery, wants to press your against the door of the bathroom and see how loud he can make you scream his name with his fingers alone, just so that baker knows who you’ve got eyes for.

but then again, he doesn’t think he wants anyone’s ears but his own the hear the sweet melody of your moans.

his fingers sink in and out of you, angling to hit the parts he’s learned in a matter of moments that make your thighs quake and your eyes roll back, and then his thumb rubs circles over your clit and you whine louder, voice cracking as you cry out his name.

“that’s it,” he encourages, “go ahead and let go, cum on my fingers, pretty girl.” the words are enough to send you over the edge, your voice lilting to a high pitched whine as you gush on his fingers, and loid feels his hardened cock strain against the material of his boxers as he feels you squeeze around his digits. he can’t help but wonder how you’d feel around him, how you’d look so much prettier when youre fucked out as you take his length instead—and suddenly, he wonders why he was ever jealous in the first place.

he doesn’t need sweet and charming words to make you fall apart, doesn’t even need to try before you’re dripping for him.

“‘m cumming—fuck, loid,” you gasp, and he presses tender kisses along your jaw, meeting your lips before he drinks in your whimpers.

“i know,” he grins against your lips, pecking them gently as you finish, panting to catch your breath, “you’ll cum again for me, right? look even prettier this time when you cum around my cock?”

and when you nod, hands desperately making their way to unbuckle his pants, he thinks maybe he has his own little charm—and he thinks he has you wrapped rather tightly around his finger.

god he makes me SO ILL. i want him SO BAD

we will also go ahead and assume anya wasn't around when this happened before anyone starts asking :,)

#teepods.writings #thirstee! #thirsts. #loid x reader #loid x you #loid smut #loid forger x you #loid forger x reader #loid forger smut #loid headcanons #loid forger headcanons

[thehusbandoden]

And Nothing Else Matters -Husband!Loid Forger x Wife!Reader

A/n: it's so easy to write now! I'm so glad that stupid writer's block is gone. :3

I hope I'm not badgering Loid's character lol. Pls let me know what you think! <3

General info:

Genre: pure fluff \\ wc: 711 \\ female reader \\ posted: 03/14/24

Summary:

You feel super clingy.. and you know exactly who your victim is. Your husband.

You giggle, kissing your beloved husband’s cheeks. His dazzling azure eyes instantly meet yours as he frowns, hand held up in defense. He retired from his spy career last year, but he was always on alert. You kiss his warm palm, giggling into his skin as you rub your cheek against his large, warm palm.  

You’re not sure why, but you feel extremely clingy... and your perfect victim was of course, your husband. You loved him to pieces, even though he could come off as distant at times, you stuck with him, bathing in the affection whenever he gave it to you, and beaming with gratitude as he showed you his love through several acts of service throughout the day, everyday.  

Loid looked at you with a blank look as you nuzzled into his palm, giggling happily. As you continue to giggle, inching closer to him, he can’t help but let out a small sigh, his lips lifting into a small smile. Your giggles grow louder, you’re now full on laying on top of him, rubbing your cheek against his chest.  

“Love you baby.” You giggle, kissing his jaw, cheeks, and nose.  

“I love you too, y/n.” He mumbles, smiling ever so slightly down at you, stroking your hair softly. You bathe in the affection. If you were a cat, you would be purring.  

“You’re so comfy.” You giggle, stuffing your nose into his neck.  

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah! So warm, snuggly, and you smell sooo good.” You rub your nose against his jawline, giggling at the sensation of your skin on his. You were addicted. You push your nose to his, rubbing them together as you fawn over him.  

A warm blush coats Loid’s cheeks, causing you to grin in glee. Your giggles continue as you rub your cheek against his.  

“What do I smell like?” He smirks softly, raising an eyebrow. You giggle even more when you see his playful side coming out. Something rare, and a blessing that he bestowed on you and Anya, his girls. You two were his world, and you knew that as well as he did.  

“I don’t know. You smell like you.” You shrug, giggling as you kiss his forehead, peppering kisses all over his skin.  

“You’re going to give me a breakout...” he sighs, though there’s still a small smirk on his face.  

“Oh yeah?” You giggle, kissing his skin harder.  

He chuckles, his hands moving to your waist. He pinches your sides, causing you to let out a squeak of surprise, your hands quickly grabbing his to stop his playful assault.  

“Meanie, that hurt!” You pout, attempting- and failing- to stifle your giggles. His smirk widens into a grin as he frees his hands from yours, tickling your sides.  

You squeal in surprise, giggling as you desperately try to get his hands away. Your giggles turn into laughter as you decide to get revenge, attacking his own sides with tickles and soft pinches. He attempts to keep a straight face but ends up grinning ear to ear as he watches your smiling face.  

He continues to tickle and gently pinch your sides, nipping at your ear. You squeal in surprise, laughing uncontrollably as you continue to assault his chest and waist. You run out of air, panting from the playful attack.  

“I give up! Cease fire!” You giggle, slumping onto his warm chest. He pinches your waist one last time before stilling his hands, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.  

His grin softens into a smile as he looks down at you, kissing in-between your eyebrows, the tip of your nose, the apples of your cheeks, and finally your lips.  

The kiss was slow and gentle, melting you into a puddle. You kiss back sweetly, silently expressing your unconditional love and undying devotion to the man of your dreams. 

Loid pulls back, giving your lips one last peck before he rests his forehead against yours, breathing softly. You close your eyes, getting lost in the feeling of having your beloved so close. “I love you.” You whisper, entangling your hands into his blonde hair.  

“And I love you, my dearest.” He whispers back. Your smile widens, he rarely uses pet names, and when he does, he’s showing you his soft side. The side that hasn’t been bruised or broken, the side of him that he has fought desperately for years to protect, to hide.  

It made you feel like the luckiest woman alive. And to be frank, you were. You were the luckiest, happiest woman in the world. You had your beloved husband, and your precious little girl.  

And nothing else mattered.  

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[chaoticsimp]

What Could Have Been - Part 2

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Relationship: Twilight x Reader 

Content Warnings: SFW, Fluff, Angst, Angst, Angst, Female Reader, Y/N, Reader has a son, Mention of pregnancy and birth, reader has a gun but doesn't use it, Anxiety mention. So much longing.

Summary: It was like looking in a mirror. A chance encounter that Twilight could have never seen coming. He could just move on, ignore the realities of what the child could mean but he was never one to sit still.

A/N: The very requested part 2 of What Could Have Been! There might be a part 3, but haven't decided. I hope you enjoy the additional angst.

Word Count: 2600

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After dinner, homework, bath, and the next chapter of his bedtime story your son was fast asleep. You laid out a fresh uniform for the morning and got to work tidying the kitchen. Your unfinished lesson plan sat on the coffee table in the den, along with assignments waiting to be graded. When you glanced at the clock you knew you’d be up later than you liked and started on a pot of coffee to compensate.

“Damn him,” You muttered to yourself. Damn Twilight and his distractions. He had done as he promised, he stopped following you and you hadn’t noticed any other eyes on you since that fateful evening. Yet you remained paranoid and worried your son was beginning to take notice of your unusual behaviour.

“Damn it all.” You wiped your hands before retreating to your couch. You lifted your pen and eyed your lesson plan as your mind wandered. Would they come after you or him? Should you run just to be safe? It was easier when you were pregnant, and even when your son was an infant, but you had built a life in Ostania. Your son’s friends, and his school. Your Saturday adventures, weekly rituals, and routines that were all important to a developing mind.

“No,” You sighed to yourself. You couldn’t just leave; it would break your son's heart.

 A soft knock pulled you from your thoughts, one you recognized as the beat repeated. You rose from the couch, listening for your son as you cautiously approached the door. You reached into the hidden compartment beneath your entrance table and drew the gun to your side before finally unlocking the door.

“Astra.” A name you hadn’t heard in years. One that only a handful of people knew, Twilight being one of the few. You stared up at him, both surprised and unsurprised that he’d show up on your doorstep so late. He caught the door when you tried to close it but didn’t put any more force than necessary to hold it open.

“There is no one here by that name,” You reminded sharply.

“My apologies, Y/N,” He replied slowly, gauging your response to the use of your name before continuing.

“Can we talk, please?” He asked quietly. Your eyes studied him – as beautiful and intelligent as he remembered only, they had lost some of the warmth. No…no he realized; the warmth was still there they had just lost the warmth they once held for him.

“Come in,” You relented and stepped aside. Twilight stepped in, allowing you to close and lock the door behind him. He pulled off his hat, setting it on the coat rack but kept his coat on.

“Coffee?”

“Isn’t it a little late?”

“Yes or no,” You replied.

“Yes.”

“Take a seat.” Twilight eyed the gun in your hand as you set it on the kitchen counter, exchanging it for a tray which you added a second cup to before bringing it to the living room. You placed it on the coffee table, pouring his cup before yours and took a seat on the single chair while he sat on the couch.

“I was surprised you used your real name.”

“Just my first,” You countered, taking a sip from your mug. “What better way to hide than in plain sight?”

“Fair point.” He lifted his own mug, his eyes wandering around your living space. Photos covered the walls; all were of the boy from infancy to now. In some you were present, in a few he spotted Master Henderson and in others faces he didn’t recognize.

“Why are you here?” You finally asked.

“I’m sure you know,” He replied, setting down his mug.

“When you actually backed off, I was surprised,” You admitted. “Surprised by you, and that the Handler hasn’t sent anyone else to snoop around.”

“You left peacefully, retired. I don’t see why they would.”

“What does my peace matter when my skills could benefit peace for all?”

“Words you used to live by.”

“I found better things than the job,” You replied.

“And yet you carry a weapon to answer the door.”

“I left the job, but I’m not ignorant of my past,” You sighed, and you followed his gaze as it wandered back to the photos on the mantle.

“You still haven’t answered my question, Twilight.” The use of his codename brought his eyes to yours. To the untrained eye, you looked relaxed, leaned back in your seat and hands occupied by your coffee. It looked as if you were catching up with an old friend. However, he knew you were poised to strike the moment you felt threatened and from his count had at least five things within range you could kill him with.

“Please, call me Loid.”

“Have I still lost the privilege of your real name?” Twilight noticed a playful glint briefly shine in your eyes. If it had been under different circumstances, he may have been tempted to play along but he reminded himself of his mission and the reason he came in the dead of night. 

“I’m here to talk about the boy, your son,” He replied, and he noticed you tense.

“My son,” You repeated, and that icy demeanour cracked. A soft smile graced your lips as you glanced at the photo closest to you.

“He’s incredible,” You continued. “A brilliant and kind child. Curious, so much so that he gets into trouble more often than he should, but he craves knowledge.”

“He’s six?” He asked and you nodded, confirming the timeline he had laid out in his head.

“Most days I fear I’m not enough for him, but I suppose that’s how all mothers feel.” Twilight shifted in his seat, moving a little closer and nearly brushing your knee with his.

“Y/N,” He paused, trying to calm his racing heart as he clasped his hands together. “He looks just like me.”

“Just ask,” You breathed, and he noticed an uncharacteristic tremble in your voice as you held his gaze.

“Is he…my son?” He finally asked and you hesitated – those feelings from so long ago rushing back as you stared into the stunning blue eyes your son shared.

“Yes.” A whispered response that faded to silence as you stared at each other. Twilight had come here expecting this answer. After doing the math repeatedly he had concluded that there was no other possibility and yet part of him dared to hope. Wish? That for once, he was wrong.

“Is this why you retired?” He asked and you nodded. Your voice caught in your throat as you watched him stand, and you feared that he’d just leave now that he had the answer he came for.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Twilight had started pacing, his voice of reason he relied on disappeared as his mind swirled with questions.

“Or ask the Handler or Frankie to reach out to me? You could have found me yourself, you’re more than capable.” He felt the sweat gathering on his brow, and his stomach churned as he tried to sort through his conflicting emotions.

“Well?” His tone was sharper than he intended. Why was he getting so upset? Why couldn’t he see reason? He felt like a madman until he turned back to you. In all the time he had known you, you had never looked so small. He took a few slow breaths, trying to steady his racing mind and remind himself of his training as he waited for you to gather your thoughts.

“Because you left,” You finally spoke. Your voice betrayed you as it broke, and Twilight watched as the tears you were trying so hard to hold back slipped down your cheeks.

“Did you know back then, that last night? Is-Is that why you said you loved me?”

“No, of course not. I-I didn’t-”

“But you still hid him from me,” He accused.

“Stop interrupt-”

“I can’t believe-”

“I can’t love you!” Twilight paused at the raise in your voice, at the anger in your eyes as you stood to face him.

“I’m sorry, but the world needs Twilight more than I need you.” You recited, throwing his words back at him. “I told you I loved you, and that is what you said.”

Silence hung heavy in the air as you debated whether to kick him out or not, but Twilight’s thoughts were elsewhere. They were back on that night. A night he had locked away in the depths of his mind. To a normal couple it would have been a third-year anniversary, three years since you had stumbled upon the other. It was never official, but neither of you had seen anyone else in a romantic setting outside of missions. You met whenever your paths crossed, you wrote to the other in coded letters to check in, and yet neither of you would commit to a relationship. Yet he was the one who thought to pick up an expensive bottle of wine, and a small gift on that night that coincided with your third year of not being together. He opened that door first, and then slammed it in your face when you stepped through.

“I was heartbroken, alone, and scared with no reason to think you would care. You abandoned me, and I wasn’t going to let you abandon my son.” He knew you were right. After that night, after your confession and his less-than-kind response, you asked him to leave, and he promised not to contact you again. So, he tucked you away with the other thoughts he hid and didn’t reach out when you retired a few months later. Now he wished he had.

“That’s not fair,” He argued. “You’re not allowed to make that choice for me.”

“So, you’d have stayed?” Twilight hesitated, and that was answer enough for you.

“I couldn’t face you again and have you leave us, and maybe that was selfish of me, but I-I-” You tensed as he reached into his pocket, taking a defensive step back. Twilight didn’t take offence to your caution as he lifted his handkerchief, and you briefly closed your eyes as he dabbed the tears from your cheeks.

“You are anything but selfish,” He said gently. It had been so long it was easy to forget the pain he caused, and how deeply he hurt you. He never thought he would be faced with you again, and he scolded himself for not being more prepared for this interaction.

“I’m sorry, I let the surprise cloud my better judgment. I came here knowing the answer, and still, your confirmation sent me spinning,” He admitted.

“I’m not even sure I wanted the confirmation. It only leads to more-”

“Ma?” A sleepy voice whispered, and both your eyes went to the hall.

“Are you okay?” You quickly wiped your face, pressing on a smile as you stepped around Twilight.  

“I’m alright, did we wake you?” You asked gently, lifting him into your arms as he rubbed his eyes.

“I was thirsty,” He whispered.

“I’ve got it,” Twilight offered, retreating to the kitchen.

“Is he bad Ma?” He heard the child whisper and noticed his own hand tremble as he filled a glass with water.

“No, he’s an old friend.” When Twilight turned back, he realized the child’s eyes were on the gun on the counter. It was a sight he seemed to be used to, and unsettlingly comfortable with. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, then set him down and Twilight offered him the glass.

“Thank you,” He whispered.

“No problem,” Twilight replied, suddenly unsure how to act as he stared into the eyes of his son.

“Back to bed, I’ll be there in a minute to tuck you in.” The boy kept his eyes on Twilight, and he felt like he was being analyzed. He patted his mother’s leg before wandering back down the hall.

“We can set up another time to talk. If you have more questions.”

“Yes, but just one more before I go,” He requested.

“Go on.”

“Why did you name him after me if you never intended to tell me?” You smiled slightly.

“A moment of weakness,” You confessed. He watched as you went to the living room and took a small photo off the mantle. You carefully pulled it from the frame, smoothing out the edges between your fingers as you returned to him.

“Birth was difficult, and I’d sooner face interrogation by the SSS before doing it again but when I met him all I saw was you.” You offered him the photo, and he stared down at it.

“Like looking in a mirror,” He mumbled, as he took it.

“Does he ask about me?”

“Sometimes.” Twilight glanced up from the photo.

“What do you tell him?”

“That is father is a brilliant, wonderful, and kind man who has spent his entire life protecting others with little thanks. That even though he couldn’t be with us, it doesn’t make him any less of a hero.”

“Oh…” It was all he could say, as he had expected the worst.

“You may have hurt me, but you are still a good man. Besides that, I needed you to be someone he wasn’t afraid of. So, my intentions weren’t entirely honourable.”

“But you never wanted us to meet?”

“No, but as I’ve said I’m not ignorant of my past. I had contingencies in place if something were to happen to me – he had to know of you, the real you.”

“So, he knows that he is named after me?” He asked and you nodded.

“If he needed to get in touch with WISE and more specifically you, that would have been better than any old code.” He knew you were right, and once again expected nothing less.

“What-”

“I believe you said one question Mr. Forger,” You reminded, and he noticed the tired look in your eyes and remembered that your son – his son – was waiting for you to put him back to bed.

“Yes, you’ve indulged me quite enough for tonight,” He agreed, offering back the photo, but you gently pushed back his hand. He didn’t argue as he slipped the photo into a hidden pocket within his coat.

“I’ll set up something with your office, so we don’t raise any suspicion,” You offered. He nodded, drawing a business card from his pocket, and set it on your entrance table.

“Whenever you’re ready.” Although he hoped you wouldn’t wait too long. He went to take his hat from your coat rack but noticed you already had it in your hands. He leaned forward a little, letting his Mr. Forger façade slip as you set the hat gently on his head. Your fingers drifted down the side of his face, and he closed his eyes briefly to lean his cheek into your hand. He lifted one of his hands to set over yours, recalling the comfort you always brought him. The gentleness you used to have for him, the peace you used to blanket him in after a mission. It was all still there in your palm, and he felt selfish for lingering in it now. Twilight opened his eyes, a soft smile on his face as he met your gaze and when he went to lean in your other hand came up to stop him.

“Have a goodnight, Mr. Forger.” Twilight chuckled and kept a hold of your hand as he stood straight. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your hand before turning to open the door.

“You as well Ms. L/N.”

#spy x family #twilight x y/n #twilight x reader #loid x y/n #loid forger #loid forger x reader #loid x reader #loid forger x you

[unfinshedsentec]

WHEN THEY HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU❕

a/n: I’m simping for the whole spy x family cast….so here’s this <3

reader is gender neutral

characters: loid, yor, and yuri!

tw: cursing?

Loid

Loid is the type of person who when he has a crush, he just consistently tells himself that it’s nothing and that he’ll get over it.  

In his mind, he can’t have a crush, not with his job. So, even if he does recognize that he has any type crush on you, you better bet your ass that he will do his best to pretend it’s not there.

Seriously he will do everything in his power to stay away from you. He’ll try his best to bury his feelings as deep down as he can, and just pretended you aren’t a person…partly because he believes he shouldn’t love anyone, but also so he can protect you.

That’s right, THE Loid Forger tries to do everything in his power to prevent enemies finding you.

Sure, he knows you can protect yourself just fine, but he still doesn’t want to take any risks.  He just can’t stand the idea of you disappearing.

Yes, he purposefully avoids you, but your presence itself is something so comforting to him that he can’t imagine it not being there.

What can I say, the guy really likes you!

Of course, he still tries to deny his crush even when he finds himself smiling and blushing at seeing your smile.

Even when he finds himself lovingly staring at you and taking your beauty, he denies it. Hell, when Franky blatantly pointed out he has a crush on you, he yelled and said no. Even Anya looked at him dead in the eye and told him to ask you out, and he still said no!

Even YEARS in when he’s clearly and deeply in love with you, he tells himself and everyone else you are nothing but a coworker to him.

Needless to say, you’re not gonna get a confession out of Loid. If you get anything, it’s Franky or Anya telling you “Twilight/Papa loves you”, and then getting knocked out by Loid himself.

You pretty much have to be the person to confess to him and when you do….he’ll hesitantly accept and the proceed to become the BEST BOYFRIEND EVER!!

You really lucked out, didn’t you?

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Yor

Yor is absolutely the super shy super flustered type.

She’s not completely sure that she actually has a crush on you, but a lot of times when she’s around you, she’s constantly blushing and stuttering and just…. all over the place.

She finds herself constantly looking at you and your absolute beauty. She thinks everything abut you is perfect, and she can and has spent hours just staring at you, watching you read.

Even better, you can cook, so you can keep her alive.

Yor, in general, has a lot of respect for you too. Not only do you work hard, and deal with a lot of things around the house, but you’re also super kind and are always sure to make time for her as well. And yes, when Yor met you, she only had intentions of a fake relationship, but then she fell for you and when she did, she fell HARD.

It was only after you met Yuri, and you truly got a long with him that Yor fell in love with you.

Although she had no idea how to go about it, Yor definitely knew you were her first love.

She found herself constantly wanting to be around you, and constantly longing to touch you. She desperately wanted real affection from you, but she was just too shy to do anything about your feelings.

So, of course, you had to be the one to confess.

Yor definitely can’t be the one. She’s way to chaotic and inexperienced to do anything properly. IF she were to try and confess, she would without a doubt trip herself up so many times that she’d forget what she was saying. Or she’d be so scared of you finding out she’s an assassin that she’d just overthink it all and completely back down.

Poor Yor :(

Thankfully for her, after 2 years of a fake relationship, you built up the courage to confess to her, and suggested starting a REAL relationship.

Yor was ecstatic, and said yes…..but not before panicking and accidentally kicking you in the face.

Oh well, she still said yes. And now, you have the most beautiful, wonderful girlfriend in the world~

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 Yuri

When Yuri has a crush, you know right away.

I mean, he’ll so clearly be in love with you that even if he tried to hide it, everyone in the world would still know. Hell, his coworkers knew since he started putting his favorite pictures of you in his locker.

He’s the type to absolutely spoil the hell out of you, while and before you date. He’ll follow you around like a lost puppy because he just adores you so much. And well, he wants your attention.

Yuri’s always looking at you too. Not in a sexual way, he just thinks you’re so beautiful that he can’t even put it into words. Everything from your eyelashes to the way you walk Yuri is absolutely in love with.

The man truly is head over heels in love with you. Although…he’s scared of putting you in danger.

As much as Yuri loves you and wants to be with you, he’s so scared of accidentally getting you hurt, or worrying about him with his job.

The last thing he wants to do is burden you and make your life even more stressful, so, despite wanting to confess and kiss you so badly, he never did make a move.

Unfortunately, as his feelings grew, and as he watched you from afar, and got to know you more as a friend, Yuri fell for you harder. So much so that he found himself unable to contain his feelings anymore.

In fact, Yuri promptly confessed to you on your birthday.

“I know it’s weird, and I know this might not be the best time, but Y/n L/n, I love you. I really do. I love you more than anything, and I want nothing more than to be with you. So, if you’re comfortable, will you be my s/o?”

Through his entire speech Yuri was so scared, but he pushed through and….

You said yes.

From there you dated and fell in love with Yuri.

He became a great boyfriend who would do anything for you. And although he was strange and needed therapy, you still loved him, and you forever would~

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[kentoberry]

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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[tteokdoroki]

loid reeks of 'i need my face to be sat on'.

im gagging im crying im FROWING up

“stay quiet.”

you feel loid carve the words against your cunt too, tongue sliding between your folds and the very tip of it drawing meticulous shapes against your puffy clit as you quake and quiver— gripping the counter for dear life. “l-loid! i can’t—!” please he’d have you gasping and near tears, you can’t even see straight as his man practically slurps up any juices you leak before they have a chance to hit your thighs.

“you can, and you will. we don’t want anya to become suspicious as to why mama hasn’t finished preparing dinner yet, do we?” the blonde seems so calm and collected, but with the way his words are growled into your throbbing pussy :( they way he laps and sucks at your folds with tongue and teeth— you know he’s burning with desire. he’s seething on the inside, drunk on the liquid gold that seeps from you while you fight the urge to mewl out loud and bite down on your arm so hard you leave teeth marks.

loid is a man of many faces, many names and occupations but his favourite of all is being between your meaty thighs, feasting on your pretty pussy that’s always so eager and wet for him the moment he sinks down behind you on his knees. you’ll be struggling to make dinner from then, trembling and distracted by the pleasure he gives you— and loid knows better, that if he keeps mrs forger like this for too long, she might burn the house down.

but he doesn’t care, not when you’re rutting back onto his tongue and using it to get yourself off— so pretty like that, skirts bunched at your hips and sweat rolling down your skin, you’re perfect. the perfect mama, delicious too. so when you mewl out loud again, sniffling and crying out his name, loid growls, groans reluctantly as he pulls his eager mouth from your hot and sticky pussy— huffing in annoyance.

“we can never have nice things, hm, dearest?” he sighs, sending shivers down your spine while the pot you had going seemingly bubbles over beside you on the stove. slender fingers replace a salacious tongue, dipping into your tightness while you body shuts down from the inside out— hips pushing back onto him. “you’ll be quiet from here on out, you’ll behave.” loid adds, cheeks tinted pink and hair a mess, he misses the taste of you, the desperation to eat you out and have you suffocate him from above— but, watching you fall apart on his fingers will do for now.

and hopefully his other hand around your mouth will keep you quiet, if not the whistling pot on the stove should cover your sweet little moans.

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[stickycreatorunknown]

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.

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

I want to write a fluffy Loid piece about him falling for Anya's teacher. { our dear reader }

Some dude is trying to kidnap Anya but you try to protect her so you get taken too.

Pisses Loid off so he goes to rescue you both where the man confesses his feelings

#loid x reader #loid forger #loid x you #loid forger x reader #loid forger x you #spy x family

[wuanshii]

NSFW Headcanons!

Pairing: ( Loid Forger and Yuri Briar x f!reader )

Rated 18+ , proceed with caution

LOID FORGER;

ㅤ

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

[daddy-suguru]

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.

▸m.list

#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

[saetoru]

omg bc you asked for loid thirsts the other day i binged the series (i’ve been meaning to for months now, that just kicked my ass into gear lmao)

but loid feels like the kinda person who’s so used to taking care of everybody else that the moment somebody starts taking care of him he just ~melts~ 😮‍💨 give him a handjob or blowjob, and don’t ask for anything in return, just doin’ it ‘cause ya genuinely love him and want him to relax? mans is getting a ring not even a day later

#𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 — 𝐋𝐎𝐈𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐑.

tags: nsfw, gn! reader, hand jobs

notes: sobs i am so mentally ill over him THANK YOU FOR SPARING SOME THOUGHTS

loid can’t remember the last time he’s had time to just sit. nothing to do, nowhere to be, and no one to find. but he’s here right now, slumped across the couch, you seated on his lap, and he thinks maybe he should find more time for this—because this, you, this is a real shame to miss out on.

it’s almost muscle memory for him. it’s almost instinctive to reach for your waistband and sink his fingers past your folds—but then you shove his hand away. he furrows his brows, wants to say something, and he even opens his mouth to voice his thoughts, but then you palm him through his pants, and all that manages to escape his mouth is a choked groan.

“just relax,” you murmur, pressing a small kiss to his cheek, and he breathes heavier as your hands travel past his waistband to wrap around his stiff length, exposing it to the cool air as he hisses. “you just sit there and look pretty,” you hum.

he almost blushes—though you notice that the tips of his ears are just the slightest bit pink.

“what about you—”

“some other time,” you cut him off, “jus’ wanna take care of you.”

he frowns. loid forger doesn’t get looked after, it’s just not something that happens. ever. he’s used to being the one that does the looking after, the one that makes sure everyone’s okay before himself—and it’s meant to stay that way. but his cock is pulsing in your hand, hot and heavy and aching to cum, and he almost contemplates if he should really be putting up a fight.

it’s second nature to protest though. “but i always—”

“c’mon,” you groan, “just let me.” and you’re pouting.

you’re pouting like the prospect of him not relaxing, of him not melting under your touch as you care for him is making you upset. it’s foreign being handled so gently, like he’s fragile and dainty and vulnerable (which he’s not—ever), but he’ll admit it’s not exactly awful.

he must look a little skeptical still because suddenly, without warning, your thumb smears the pre cum leaking from his slit around his tip before gently stroking him a few times. his eyes flutter shut, and a low, quiet groan falls from his lips.

“see? it’s not so bad relaxing, huh?” you whisper against the shell of his ear, still dragging your palm up and down his hardened length, squeezing slightly at the tip each time. “you get to feel good. isn’t that nice? just let me help you relax.”

“fuck,” he grunts, and his hips do a little twitch that has him thrusting into your fist just a little, chasing the friction before he can stop himself. he wonders if it could be that bad to just listen to you this once. “okay,” he mumbles, eyes squeezing shut, “yeah, okay,” he finally caves.

you murmur a happy little “yay,” and he’s less than willing to admit he almost imagines you with a wedding band around your finger. he quickly tries to fight the scene in his head of your ring adorned hand wrapping around his cock before he cums too fast.

but then you squeeze around him a little tighter, your free hand moving to cup his balls and making his head fall back against the couch, and he’s not sure if he can hold himself out for too long in the first place. he moans, eyes squeezing shut as his lips tug between his lips, and your thumb glides through his slit. for the first time, he seems to be caught off guard—if the slight hitch in his throat is of any indication.

“i love you,” you say gently, littering soft kisses along his jaw, hand still gliding up and down his cock. “always taking care of me—you deserve the same too, yeah?”

everything feels hot, your skin on his and your breath fanning against his ear as you praise him. he feels pleasure burn through his nerves, chest heaving up and down as he approaches his orgasm slowly. loid can’t help but let out a soft gasp when you increase your pace, louder groans spilling from his lips—and his lips are pretty, so you lean in and press a soft peck to them, once, twice, then a third time before he desperately kisses you back.

it’s a messy kiss, a light clash of teeth and labored breaths as he pants against your mouth, letting out sweet little moans that you drink in as his fucks into your fist. he’s flushed, skin a dust of blush over his face and peeking through what little you can see of his chest from his shirt. his cock twitches in your hand, tip swollen and red, leaking pre cum and glistening in your hand as you stroke him.

“fuck, like that. feels so good,” he rasps, “g-gonna…gonna cum.”

“c’mon, baby,” you encourage, “just let go.”

a few more strokes of your hand as the other lightly fondles with his balls, and you feel him twitch in your hold once more. if you didn’t know any better, you’d say the noise he makes is a strangled whine as he spills into your hand, his own hands gripping your hips tightly for stability as he bucks up desperately into your fist and rides out his high. he groans your name lowly, voice cracking in the middle before finding your lips again as thick ropes of cum paint your hand white.

“god, fuck,” he pants against your mouth, and with a few more spurts of cum, he finishes, burying his head into the crook of your neck as he pants, trying to catch his breath. “you’re gonna be the death of me.”

“just wanna show you i love you,” you huff, face softening as he slowly wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you a little closer. “you should let me take care of you more often.”

his heart does a little jump, and something unfamiliar bubbles up in him as loid takes in your words. and he’s not entirely sure what to say, so for now, he settles for sighing with content into your skin as your clean hand threads through his sweaty locks gently.

guys he’s so hot i’m gonna throw up

#teepods.writings #thirstee! #thirsts. #loid x reader #loid x you #loid smut #loid forger x reader #loid forger x you #loid forger smut

[dlscenarios]

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

[haravath0t]

⸝⸝ ʚ ⛸ ! ⌗ °• ⎯ೃ༄

𝚕𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚜𝚙𝚢!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓 - 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟷

"𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚗, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚢,

𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎,

𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸'𝚖 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍."

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜 : ̗̀➛  for the sake of operation strix, as loid’s fake wife, you had to attend the hospital’s christmas party. how inconvenient that loid found you so attractive in that dress you wore.

☕🤍🌿 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 ! 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 ! ☕🤍🌿

“You’ve been staring all night,” You whisper to Twilight, or Loid Forger, as he calls himself now. “And now you cannot keep your hands off of me? Shame. I didn’t think a simple dress riled you up so much.”

He hates how your sexy red lipstick makes your smug expression more sensual, nor does it help that your stiletto clad foot slowly drives up his leg beneath the table. You’ve been playing a dangerous game tonight, but what did he expect when it's Agent Stardust that’s his counterpart? What could Agent Twilight do when his wife is teasing him like so, underneath the tablecloth of all things?

“You’re pushing it, Stardust,” Twilight growls into your ear, his hand on your hip in an intimate position. He can’t take it anymore; your tantalizing perfume, your teasing touches, that damn dress. The fancy champagne and the delicious entree no longer matter to the man, for he fancies something else.

Someone else.

It won’t hurt to indulge. Oh, he’ll show you what he’ll do with that dress.

“There’s a private restroom by the custodian’s closet.” He says in your ear, his breath hot and full of desire beneath that even toned whisper.

“Two minutes. Be a good girl and prepare yourself for me.”

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[chaoticsimp]

What Could Have Been

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Relationship: Twilight x Reader 

Content Warnings: SFW, Fluff, Angst, Angst, Angst, Fem!Reader.

Summary: I love you. Your last words to the agent known as Twilight. It was a love he ran from - for the greater good. He hasn't seen you since, and never expected to see you again until he stumbled upon your new life without him.

Word Count: 1340

Part 2

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A ghost – walking the halls of Eden Academy with a soft smile, surrounded by adoring students. It was a smile that used to greet him in the mornings, accompanied by a quiet goodbye and be safe. It was the smile he thought of when he was backed into a corner, and the smile he often dreamt of even years later. 

“Have a good evening, Miss!” A child yelled as they exited the classroom.

“See you tomorrow!” Another said excitedly.

“Don’t forget your permission slips,” You called after them, still unaware of the eyes on you. The last time he had seen you, he left without so much as a goodbye. A final night before returning to your respective realities – a time he allowed himself to linger in for far too long.

He followed you from a distance. His eyes drifted to your hand, the one clutching the strap of your bag and he was relieved to see no ring. Although, what would he have said or done if he had seen one? He was the one who chose the job over you. He knew he had forfeited any place in whatever life you built after the heartbreak he left you with. He noticed you slow your steps as you wandered into the adjacent courtyard, and realized one of your hands had drifted unnoticed into your bag.

“If I have to come to you the next breath you take will be your last.”

“I suppose it was foolish of me to think your senses had dulled,” He sighed, stepping from the shadow of a pillar. That smile you had carried yourself with was replaced by a tight line as he met your gaze.

“After orientation, I knew it was a matter of time.” You noticed him before he had noticed you, sitting next to a beautiful young woman and their little pink-haired child rushing down the steps to join her class. You felt the heartbreak before the fear – what did this mean? Was the slice of paradise you carved out for yourself in danger? When you went home that evening you expected the Handler to be at your door, and every day after you waited for WISE agents that never came. It was the lack of action that kept you curious.

“And you didn’t run?”

“You think too highly of yourself-”

“Loid,” He interrupted.

“Have I lost the privilege of your name?” You asked and noticed his ears redden. You withheld a laugh, amused by how easily flustered you could make Westalis greatest spy.

“I’m only joking, Mr. Forger,” You assured him, and that seemed enough to calm him.

“I’ll admit, I was surprised it took you this long but after seeing your wife, and child I put the pieces together.”

“Yes, well. I would hate for people to get the wrong idea if I was spotted with another woman.” You nodded, and he noticed your lip quiver as you glanced away.

“It’s difficult seeing you live the life I wanted with you, even if it’s just for a mission.” It wasn’t the confession that shook him, it was the tear you tried so hard to hide as you turned your back to him. Twilight took a step, stopping himself before he took another, and your hand left what he assumed was the weapon hidden in your bag as you lifted your sleeve to your cheek.

“You suit the role of husband and father as well as I thought you would,” You continued with a humourless laugh. This wasn’t how you wanted this confrontation to go, you wanted to be mad – to throw the words he had used on you back at him. To remind him of the hurt he caused, but once you were faced with him – you were also faced with the man you knew him to be. A brilliant, wonderful, and handsome man who has spent his entire life protecting others with little thanks.

“Do you remember what you said to me when you left?” You asked.

“Yes," He hesitated, the words still felt heavy on his tongue. "I’m sorry but the world needs Twilight, more than I need you."

“And? Is it the same, is this family you’ve made really just for WISE?” There was the briefest hesitation, a split-second beat before his answer came. Something so insignificant would have gone unnoticed by the average person, but you knew him sometimes better than he knew himself.

“Yes.” You huffed a laugh, shaking your head as you turned back to face him. His blue eyes shone in the evening sun, and he still stood in that single step he had taken towards you. You walked closer, and he didn’t withdraw when your hand touched his arm.

“Don’t hurt them like you did me,” You advised. You stood on your toes. He tensed but didn’t move as you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. The warmth lingered far longer than it should have, his heart sped up so quickly he was sure you’d notice but you simply stepped back. That gentleness faded as your grip returned to the strap of your bag.

“I want no part in whatever you’re doing,” You started. “I want nothing to do with whatever WISE has set up. I won’t get in the way.”

“But?”

 “But if you or them move against me I will not hesitate to throw you under the bus,” You warned. Twilight almost laughed, this was the woman he remembered.

“I worked hard to build a life here, and you no longer have a place in it. I love my job, I love my students, and any interference-”

“I understand,” He interrupted with a small smile. “I will leave you be, and I will ask the Handler to do the same.”

“Thank you,” You smiled, relieved that there was no pushback. No threat, no reason to run.

“Well, if that’s all Mr. Forger I really must be going.” He didn’t want you to go, he wanted to ask you about your life here. He wanted to get dinner, he wanted to hear his name – his real name – rolling off your tongue. He missed your shared after-mission routines. He missed you more than he cared to admit, but he knew admitting any of this would be unfair to you. It would hurt you more than he already had, so he put on a smile – his best ‘Loid Forger’ smile and offered his hand.

“Thank you for your time.” You took his hand and felt his grip tighten. Another pause as that fake smile faltered, and his voice lowered.

“You know I did?” He asked, briefly avoiding your gaze.

“I know,” You replied, and Twilight ignored the tremor in your voice – afraid it would shake his resolve. Afraid it would make him question his mission, just like it had years ago.

“I’m glad you’ve found a life without me.” A lie. One that you forced yourself to believe as you shook his hand. Your hands lingered as you pulled them apart, that smile you had carried yourself with returned as you both walked out of the courtyard.

“I suppose, I’ll see you around,” You replied, and he nodded. You finally turned your back to him, and he listened to your retreating steps. Twilight lifted his hand to his cheek. He could still feel the warmth of your lips, and he let himself linger on it. He turned to leave in the opposite direction, ready to return to his own life and leave you in yours until he heard his name – his real name being called. Was this his second chance? But when he looked over his shoulder, he realized it wasn’t him you had called to as a small blonde child ran into your waiting arms. Twilight was sure you felt his gaze, he noticed your hesitation as you stood and kept your back to him. He stopped himself from following, but his eyes never left your back as you disappeared with who could be his reflection in your arms.

#loid x reader #twilight x reader #loid forger #spy x family #sxf #loid forger x reader #loid forger fluff #loid x y/n #loid forger x you #twilight x y/n

[unfinshedsentec]

HOW THEY KISS YOU— SPY X FAMILY

a/n: yes, I’m posting a non request. Why? Because I love spy x family

reader is gender neutral!

characters: loid, yor, yuri

tw: ummm maybe a little suggestive but nothing much

LOID naturally is a good kisser. He’s had a lot of practice with his jobs, so he’s gotten quite good. But with you, it’s not just a job. It’s love. And he makes sure you know that.

Loid is gentle, yet passionate. He will only ever do anything if he has your consent, and he knows your comfortable. He always carefully cups your cheek and kisses you with emotion. Sometimes, it’s the best way he communicate how he’s feeling. He’ll pull away for a few moments to make sure you’re enjoying it, and then kiss you again, maybe more passionately this time. If you wish, he will, of course go further. But he always makes sure you’re comfortable with it (well unless you want him to be rougher). He always kisses you with passion, pure emotion really. After all, his job is dangerous, and he wants you to know how much he loves you and how much you mean to him. Plus, he always likes a good kiss. After all, he loves you—really loves you. And he’ll never deny a kiss from the person he loves.

YOR is shy when is comes to kissing. In fact, it might take her quite a while to kiss you—let alone initiate. But once she becomes comfortable and she really learns how to do it, kissing will become one of her favorite things.

Now, Yor is gentle, very, very gentle. She knows how strong she is and how easily she can hurt someone, so she tries her best to be gentle with you. After all, she absolutely does not want to hurt you. Because of this, a lot of times you’ll have to guide her tell her it’s alright. She can be quite stiff at first, however, she’ll always melt into a kiss. Then, she’ll dive in, and passionately kiss you. She tries to be as good as she can, though, she’s new at this so she can be insecure. Little does she know, she’s a natural. She really does love kissing yo, and she does try he best to covey it. She has a special kiss—one thats so gentle, yet so emotion filled. It’s unique really. Then again, Yor is unique. She’s unique in every way, but that’s what you love about her. She’s truly amazing.

YURI is definitely quite the kisser. He’ll kiss you anytime, anywhere, any day. Really, one of his favorite things is kissing you. It’s something that makes his day in a heartbeat. Then again, you always make his day.

Of course, Yuri won’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable. He always asks for your consent. After all, he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable. And for the first bit of the relationship, his kisses will be extra gentle. However, as time moves on, he’ll let himself go and become more eager. He’ll hungrily kiss you, expressing how much he loves you. Most times, he’ll make out with you. He loves exploring ever part of you, mouth included. Hell, he’ll literally kiss you all over if you allow him. He’ll be eager most times, if not all time. He, however, also has his tired moments where he just wants a cute peck before heading off to work. Sometimes all he needs is a peck. But trust me, he won’t deny more. I mean, who wouldn’t deny a kiss from you?

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[obitohno]

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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