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After an immeasurable time in the field as a spy agent, Loid couldn’t say there were many things that scared him. After all, even intercontinental missiles had a way of turning off. Actually, if he had made a list of things that scared him it wouldn’t even be work related, he was the best spy Westalis could ever produce after all. When his way was blocked it never was a failure for the mission, it just meant he had to choose another way till he succeeded. The things that scared him the most in life, surprisingly, was the thing he never thought he’d have: A family. He was scared to make them sad, he was scared to overwork his daughter, make his wife unhappy or make the dog go hungry. It was a weird feeling to be honest, for a large portion of his life he had no desire to make connections this deep, he was happy to be a tool for a righteous cause and that was it.
Then he met Anya for a mission, then he met Yor for the same mission and lastly Bond assisted them on still the same mission. It was actually such a weird feeling that he didn’t even realize he had affection for those three before about a year ago it all almost came crashing down. Yor, the mild mannered, shy housewife that had to endure a war for any means necessary for her little brother was actually an assassin, Anya, the energetic half child prodigy and half peanut grinding machine was actually a mind reader. Oh and the dog could see the future, because of course he could. That should be the moment he rebooted the mission, ran away from a fight he could hardly hold himself standing and ambushed his assailant when she dropped her guard and then made some grand lies about why Miss Yor had died in a tragic accident. But he couldn’t. Even imagining her getting hurt was painful to him. That was the moment he understood he was way too deep, way too deep to raise his hands and ask for a lifebuoy.
Shaking his hands slowly Loid cleared the cloudy thoughts swinging his head and focused on the present, Anya was at Becky’s birthday with a gift Loid had crafted himself. Bond was in Anya’s room and even with the distance his light snores were easy to hear. Yor, Yor was training in front of him. A small smile covered his lips as he took a sip from his morning coffee in order to hide it. This was a rare moment for both of them, a clear schedule with nothing to bother them and the first thing she did was focusing on her already perfect form. Well, he did admire her determination to her craft and also her care for her health, though he couldn’t lie, behind that thin layer of Newspaper, the only thing Loid could clearly focus on about her was her behind as the morning sun made the thin layer transparent enough to see through.
Yet another chance in his behavior that showed his compromise as the old him would never be this easily swayed. He never really cared that much about the carnal desires of humans as he always thought he was above the rest, that was till the first night he and Yor spent together. A night that seemed to not want to leave his brain even though it has already been a year since then. Before them, he had desired only to finish a mission with satisfactory challenges like No Kills, No Alarms, One Disguise and so on. Now he desired far too much for his old version to handle, one of those things is her. Yor was something he didn’t seem to get enough of, her flesh was one thing. She was drop dead gorgeous so it would be understandable if he was only interested in her body, but no. He wanted to be close to her in every situation, he wanted to watch her when she did her ‘Secret job’, he wanted to see her cute and shy reactions to certain things. Hell, he felt possessive over her, he was a spy, he had nothing to possess before and now if some dumbass looks her way for too long he wants to gouge their eyes out. He constantly felt like a failure for intermingling with his mission but the moment she smiled at him all his problems vanished like the wind.
“Loid ?”
With the soft spoken words leaving her mouth Loid stopped his inner turmoil immediately as if his anxieties carried breakhandles and focused on her. She was crouching a bit, some of her hair was loose from the tie she used, sweat covered her body, making it shine and pooling around her chest. Those damn bras she wore while working out so her breast wouldn’t spill… Normally, on a run or for any other reason out in a public place, she also wore two other things above it like a shirt. Now, in the comfort of their own house, she didn’t feel the need to do so. That was a problem for Loid as his eyes were controlled by two fighting forces between his courteous side (Who want to make her comfortable and happy) and his animalistic side (Who want to make her cry with pleasure and happiness). So, in short, while she asked Loid if he could help her with sit ups, he was trying really hard not to take a peek down and make her uncomfortable.
He let out a small smile and a snicker “I’m sure you can throw me with your legs if I were to be your weight Yor.” He said, enjoying the reddening cheeks she spotted. She promised not to do that and asked for his help again. Knowing what might happen if he was to be that close to his wife at 9 in the morning, he briefly thought of declining the offer, but then she shot him with her secret weapon: That excited and slightly shy smile she had on her face. It was one of his weak points which was not something he wanted to fix either. So, with the promise of not being thrown from his position, he accepted his personnel hell and closed the newspaper he was half reading and half using to peek at her.
It was far worse than he thought. Don’t get him wrong, as an atheist man he was thanking gods to bless him with a wife like Yor in one hand but the amount of unintentional teasing he received would drive a mere man insane. Every time she got up her face came centimeters away from his, her smell was clouding his surroundings, making him succumb to it slowly, whenever she went down her breast, even being confined to such a degree by her bra was jiggling like two great water balloons, whenever she let go of her breath that sound was subtly breaking his defences, whenever she moved those toned thighs he was fighting demons in his head not to squish them harder. In other words, if his wife genuinely wasn’t this clueless about how hot she was, he'd already called her bluff and started to mate with her on the ground like some animal. But he couldn’t, Yor was unaware of her natural beauty, no matter how many times he assured her that she was the sexiest woman in the world she always had doubts. ‘Hey, if I held her down completely and then start to fuck her relentlessly like I dream oh so often, maybe her doubts and anxieties fade away faster!’
No, no, no. That was just his aroused side, trying to trick him, a man as calculating as Loid wouldn’t fall for that. Then Yor let out an incredibly sexual moan before announcing that her set finished and he had a hard time hiding his growing erection. He needed to think of something, and fast because after the warm up moves came yoga and he could not live through a yoga session without being perceived as a perverted animal. “Hey Yor, would you like to spar for a small change of pace ?” Well… he might be needing a new set of shin bones but at least he’d still be perceived as the gentleman father of the family. Sacrifices one needs to make.
Yor turned towards him wearing a look of perplexity on her face. Logically speaking, the area they had for themself was a bit too small after all, she usually had a hard time holding back her natural strength and she did not want to hurt the man she loved. “I’m sorry Loid-san, but I don’t really want to hit you and hurt you… My cooking does that daily anyway.” She might’ve said the last part with the slightest hint of sarcasm in order to show it was a joke, though the painful cringe her face made would beg the differ. Truthfully; even after all this time they’ve been together, she was still bad at most of the household chores, she was no longer burning his clothes or the dinner, true, but there was still a lot for her to master. Especially when she compared herself to Loid. Ever since she learned his true identity and also the fact that he had never even stayed in a house for more than a few months at a time, let alone masterfully lead one as the father figure with a wife and a child, she felt even more inadequate than before.
Secretly, if there was something she genuinely was envious of about Loid, that would be his brilliant mind. He was a genius at, well, anything he laid his hands on. From something as simple as doing house chores to that one time he had learned a whole new language in two days and called himself slow. She was a gorilla compared to the man, all she had strength after all, next to him she was just a fumbling creature of the forest. Hell, even his techniques were different then hers, far more refined instead of the straight… Wait, that’s it! If Loid wants a change of pace, he can teach me a few of his CQ… something moves he learned!
With a new found jubilation Yor turned to the new worried Loid and explained to him that he could teach her a few of his moves from the spy academy for a different page. Loid took a deep breath silently, for a second there her face was starting to show her signature ‘I am not good at anything’ heartbreaking dejection and he worried that he might need to reassure her again that she was, in fact, wrong about whatever she was thinking at the moment. Those moments usually require one to show physical affection and since a few minutes earlier he could not trust his body to be tame about it. But this was also good, he gets to show her something new, she gets to learn a few new techniques and Loid doesn’t have to be seen as a creep by jumping at her wife in the middle of the morning. It was no wonder he accepted without giving that much of a thought, his mistake was realised too late.
After opening up their living room as much as they could by moving the few pieces of furniture around, Loid started to explain. Since his missions usually didn’t carry out assassinations his fighting methods were much more focused on tactical holds and throws for quick stuns. “Everyone can be extracted for information. Sometimes the man you catched smoking outside without a uniform can give you the codes you were looking for in the first place.” He explained while putting his gloves on taking out his shirt, only leaving his undershirt to cover his upper body which was a quiet yet persistent distraction for Yor at the moment. “Now Yor, as a demonstration, can you turn around please ? I’ll start with something simple called “One armed rear naked choke” Yor, even though she was confused by the name of the move, did as he had told her and turned around, waiting nervously while trying to stay still. Loid moved quickly, immediately crushing her head between his left bicep and forearm, being careful enough to not squeeze too hard as it could easily cut off her airway.
Yor had learned to fight since she was a little girl, but all of her lessons were focused on quick kills, jabs at the right places and the victim dies in a few minutes from blood loss. She had never really thought about extracting information since this wasn’t her jurisdiction: She was the executioner, not the interrogator. So, suffice to say, this was the first time she had the opportunity to learn chokeholds and other methods. That is if the said techniques weren’t so distracting, as her husband suddenly put the smallest pressure on his hold and she felt his muscles around her head her world stopped for a second as a very different excitement started to show itself in her lower belly. “L-L-L-L-Loid-sa-” Suddenly she felt the silent and deadly edge of a knife in her throat… Well, it was actually the crumbled up newspaper Loid was reading earlier, but in her eyes they didn’t make much differences.
“Spill it out.” The command was sudden as it was confusing, was she supposed to say something ? But what ? The chokehold gets a bit tighter as Loid gets the knife-paper closer to her jugular vein “I- I was buying Anya that peanut chocolate last Saturday, it wasn’t a gift from the shopowner!” The hold got just a hinge relaxed before Loid squeezed again “Where are the others.” The commanding tone he had used on her was making her already weakened knees almost give up entirely “Bond in Anya’s room, Anya with her friend.” She said quickly, unconsciously getting her rear close to this new man she hadn’t had a chance to meet it seemed. With the second answer Loid lifted his arms a bit more and showed how to cut the airway completely to her before stopping. The moment he had relaxed his hold completely did Yor realized she was tiptoe’ing all this time and almost lost her balance completely. Her face was red as beet, if it was one of Anya’s anime Loid was sure her ears would leave steam at that point. Well, good, she started it after all. If he was going to be named as the horny savage instead of a gentleman husband, he was sure as hell not gonna walk that road single. “So, ready to try it, or should I show you another one ?” He was smiling like a cat, already knowing and fully enjoying the effect he had on her at that moment.
And Loid definitely did have an effect on her, she might never have left her shyness behind when it comes to intimate acts of a relationship but she loved it whenever he took control like right now. Growing up, she could hardly trust anyone at all, always relying on her senses and her intuition. Now being able to give the wheel to someone else felt both incredibly relaxing and terrifying. She knew enough of Loid to trust him completely but her instinct always flared up when she had to rely on someone else other than herself. But it wasn’t all bad, as it usually happens when it comes to Loid, if Yor resisted her urges to run away and hide, she always got a better reward. After a while, it became natural to let him take control. It especially felt electric when he became rough like this, she realized. ‘Oh no, am I a masochist ? Was that the word Camilla used to describe people hurting themselves ? But I don’t want to get hurt, just a bit rougher is okay… Right?’ Great, now she was going down another spiral made out of self doubts and misery.
“Yor ?”
“I’ll try it.”
‘Oh. She said it while looking down. Please don’t kill me darling I was just teasing a bit’ Thought Loid, letting in a gulp of air as desperation flashed in his eyes for a second, but as every other man who had realized their mistakes, he prepared for his punishment.
Which didn’t come as he thought, as Yor had a hard time reaching for his throat behind him and even harder time trying to bring him down since she had to raise herself to her tiptoes once again and Loid could easily lift her up like this. “Ummph! Loid drop down will you please.” She was pouting, she was so cute. He might’ve wanted to devour her a few moments ago but right now all he wanted to was squish those puffed out cheeks of hers to his heart's content. “Here, let me show you.” He said and showed her how to take down someone taller than yourself “First off, kick right at the back of the knee, that will make your adversary drop down immediately-” She did it too early. Early enough for him to warn her about the angle she had to do in order to make the so-called adversary drop down on his knees instead of backwards and right on top of the sexiest assassin that had ever lived.
She was ever redder right now, Loid really wanted to do something at the moment, kiss her, pinch her, bite her, fuck her- He mentally had to give himself a slap there as he get up while clearing his throat and apologizing. At least his reflexes were quick enough to not make him face plant to her boobs. If that was the case he was sure no amount of mental fortitude would’ve controlled his body. Then the last thing he had expected happened: Suddenly Yor catched his hand and then pulled him right back to the place he had hardly escaped a second ago, her face red from embarrassment but her eyes were cloudy and unfocused. It was the last thing he could catch before she kissed him deeply, her tongue trying to enter his mouth with force as if she was the wild one in their relationship. True, she was passionate when it came down to it, but before this, Yor never initiated, ıt was always Loid and his new found horniness that started, took the charge and led the act.
So, suddenly feeling her strong arms behind his head while her mouth trying to pray open his, it was no wonder Loid was surprised. Apparently, his shock had lasted longer than it should’ve since she suddenly stopped those sweet kisses and looked at his eyes, a great flood of sadness and fear starting to creep her face “I-I’m so-” No, he could not let her finish that sentence. There was nothing for her to be sorry about. She was just about to do it when he kissed her this time, her hands that were starting to reel back, he took them and pinned them to the ground next to her head as his kisses stopped being hurried and sloppy and started to become deliberate and ferocious.
He could feel her whole body underneath him, her knees bucking and rubbing against his thighs from time to time, her chest heaving hardly, trying to suck up as much oxygen as she could in the briefest times he let go of those plump lips of hers. Between the harsh kisses he finally let out a few choice words “Don’t worry… Yor! I’m at my limit too.” He had said the last part while biting her neck and groping her tits. He felt like a man dying of thirst finally finding the oasis, as if a new life was born at that moment, a new man that didn’t care about scaring his wife since she was clearly into it.
On the other hand Yor felt like she was in heaven, it wasn’t as soft as she thought it would be but that wasn’t a complaint, the way Loid held her down and kissed and bites her neck felt like an electric line had runned through her body. She had never felt this defenceless, this unprepared, this exposed, this aroused. The first few times they did it Loid was always careful with her, constantly asking for permission from her which felt great but this new side of him didn’t worry about all that and just focused on taking it. She felt small in that moment, like a prey accepting its defeat and waiting for the executioner. But it also felt great knowing that Loid, the always gentle and careful man that he was, was also strong enough to be the one holding her down to the ground. She felt an odd sense of safety from that, even though the clearly predator glares he shot at her told a completely different story.
Suddenly Loid stopped his admission of her body and got up, pulling her with himself and making her head spin a bit. The moment she could concentrate again Loid took hold of her chin and cheeks with one hand, squeezing them slightly and kissing her once again with that look of hunger burning in his glare. She tried to move with him, raising her empty hand to feel his body just as he had done to hers a few moments ago. Before she could though, Loid captured her hand and twisted it, making her whole body react to the move and turning around from the kiss. The pain was more than she expected, but it felt Loid still showed his care as it only hurted when she tried to move it. “Standart arm twist can let you control a fight the moment you engage.” He said suddenly and then started to walk towards the kitchen counter, pushing her along the way, not letting the hold go even with the few weak protests she made. When they were at the counter finally he twisted the arm a bit more as it was right about the small of her back right now “This is useful to upperhand someone unwilling to come with you.” He said before pushing her to the cold counter, her cheeks made contact with the icy marble of it and she let out a moan while closing her one eye.
He came closer, even Loid’s ears were starting to get redder as the erotic scenario he had created seemed to be going well with Yor as the damp place between her legs was a clear indicator. “Or in my case, a naughty wife I have to discipline thoroughly.”
“N-naughty-yyyyy!” She said with difficulty while Loid dropped her support shorts with one move “Not your fault of course, but it seems I am naturally drawn to you.” With one moderately delivered slap to her left ass cheek, she moaned even harder. “The moment you start to show yourself like this, what did you expect me to do huh?” He slapped her other cheek before quickly dropping his pants, his erection leaving his pants with a spring as if it could not wait to impregnate her. “Tell me Yor, would you let me go at my own pace or should I be gentler with you ?” His free hand kept moving up and down on her spine, circling between her back muscles and her shoulders. Meanwhile Yor was in a world of her own, one that was clouded with breathable pleasure that had turned into a thick fog. She was drawing in the pleasure and she’d kill whoever tried to rescue her from it. He kept touching her, whispering things to her ears she could hardly understand. Yor didn’t care what he was saying, all she wanted was to continue.
Loid, seeing his beautiful wife going through hard times at the moment, decided to take the reins and slammed inside her in one go to the hilt. Her muscles instantly become rigid, her legs shaking violently while her free hand left a small dent on the marbled counter from the way she punched it. Loid saw her cumming before, it was always rather cute as she tried to hide her face or her body, trying to act with modesty. Now her eyes were rolling behind her head as her mouth kept spewing saliva. It might be dirtier than normal but he loved it, it showed that she had lost control just as much as he was. Then he started to reel back, causing her to shake once again. Loid knew he was rather blessed with his ‘endowments’ which he normally didn’t care about. After all, having sex was nothing to him before Strix. After this family though, he had found another reason to thank a god he didn’t believe before. “Loiidddd!” She yelled in a mixture of moan and cry, breaking him from his thoughts and making him continue in his admission.
Fucking Yor felt simply exhilarating, going in and out of her pussy, being crushed between her clinging insides made his head spin. Her ass kept bouncing like a giant, shapely, water balloon. He had no idea how her muscles could be so well developed for her to kick people’s heads off, and would also look soft enough to be squishing constantly. Around the five minutes mark, after the constant, rough fucking Loid delived Yor felt her walls closing as she cummed again. Loid, being almost at his limit too, stopped for a second before continuing to move very slowly. Making her orgasm longer and his even closer. “Yor…” He came to her ear, he might be acting like a wild animal right now, but even then his mind still worked to some capacity. He might’ve wanted to flood her womb with his cum at the moment, but in the back of his mind he still managed to collect enough brain cells to decide it wouldn’t be the right thing to do without her consent.
“Yor… I’m about to finish myself.” He was having difficulties speaking his mind, Loid didn’t know if it was from the stressful situation he was in or the hooded eyes looking at him in a crooked view like an owl. He wanted to have a child with Yor, but the problem was that he didn’t know if she wanted to have one with him.
Their lives were not for the regular, he wasn’t a regular doctor and she wasn’t a dime a dozen city employee. There were great risks to this, his old self, the one that didn’t care for anything other than the mission would never even let the mentions of those risks. The person that was once Twilight now didn’t really care about those risks though, he wanted something more from this relationship. Something much more solid than heartfelt ‘I love you’s or a fake marriage certificate. It was a scary thought, one that would’ve bugged his mind greatly if he wasn’t in the middle of fucking his wife to the fullest. “Do it Loid!” She screamed at him, her legs and thighs were shaking violently, her hair was a mess from the single ponytail she had put, her eyes tearing from happiness as she grit her teeth through. He wanted to have a child with her… maybe two or three. But still, this next step was not something he could take alone, so once again, he got closer to her ear and asked her if she wanted him to cum inside her.
Yor, barely keeping her conscious at the moment actually took a second to think. She understood what he was insinuating, even without a proper education she knew how children were made after all and Loid was asking her if she wanted to make one with him. The thought was actually terrifying at first, a ‘rough day at work’ for them usually meant scars at best and broken bones at worst. Not only that, they had Anya already and even if she was a bit older than the first time they met, she can still be quite the handful child. Can they really expand on that and look after two kids at the same time ?
There were a lot of things to go through with a conversation as serious as this, but then Loid let out a gruff, slow moan and she felt him throb inside her. He wanted this, that much was clear and even then, when he was drowning her with pleasure after pleasure he was still man enough to ask her about it. She was so lucky to find someone like Loid. If he wanted this that much, she was happy to comply. Roughly catching his hair and yanking him down to her level once again, Yor let out the words he wanted to hear the most “Cum inside me Loid!” With her treatment and with the sudden pain, Loid had let go of her arm that he was twisting and instead catched her hips. Those soft and voluptuous hips were a sign from nature that she’d be a great mother. With the confirmation Loid stopped holding back and cummed inside her as hard as he could, leaving finger prints all over her lower chest, hips and ass cheeks. He couldn’t care less if someone could see those markings. In fact, he wanted them to see it, see that this beautiful goddess was taken and was happily and thoroughly fucked. God he was becoming delirious and vulgar, his balls were hurting with every pump he let out and it felt like his body was depositing everything in there as if trying to guarantee a future child.
At the end of it, he took assessments like he always does, both he and Yor were breathing heavily, her pure glistening porcelain skin was now covered with red markings made by his hands and her face told the story of a barely lived through fight instead of a genuinely pleasurable sexual act. Oh no, was he too rough, too out of control ? Slowly he was getting softer so taking his penis out of her was easier than before, even though the act of it made her moan once more regardless.His load immediately started to fall down to the floor, thankfully, the wet wipes were right on the counter, along with all the other things Yor and he had threw to the corners in order to create an opening for her.
When the cleaning was over, Yor was still standing there nude, her hands covering her face while her abs kept contorting as if she was still having orgasms. Her eyes were moving with him but she still didn’t talk which showed Loid that he was, indeed too rough with her. Getting up from the ground and putting the wipes on the sink for now, Loid softly caressed her back and asked for her hand. She accepted it without uttering a peep “I’m sorry Yor. It seems I need to better control myself.” He said, thinking he had gone and done the worst thing a husband could do. He did everything he was dreaming of doing to Yor but it seemed to be coming at a great couse. So, now he needed to gain her trust again gradually and along the way he needed to fight his urges even more and then- “Huh, but why Loid-san?”
…At that point Loid questioned if Yor was genuinely having a hard time understanding certain things or was she just playing with him. There was also the possibility of her liking this but that was in such a small margin he wouldn’t even entertain the idea of a percentage on it. He had been too rough with her, he had scared her and it made him sick to even think of it, he basically raped her. He was an animal that couldn’t control his own damn actions and he had to be held accountable for it.
There would be no defenses to such an act, which is why he wasn’t even going to try to plead with her about the act and would only try to gain her trust back if he could. At that moment Yor touched his face, swiping her short nails at his cheeks in a hurried manner which he didn’t understand at first till her fingers became wet. He was crying. “Loid-san! Are you okay ? Did I do something wrong ?” Heh, Yor was such a worryward. Even when he was the horrible one she still asked if it was her “I’m sorry.” He said simply and hugged her, barely recognizing that they were still half naked in the middle of the living room. “Don’t worry Yor, I’ll never do something you don’t want again. I promise on my name.”
When he had uttered those words Yor pushed him off of her slowly, still keeping his arms but wanting to look at his face because all these apologies were getting weird to her. “Loid-san, why are you apologizing ? Did you do something behind my back and suddenly remember that after sex ?” Her face was contorted to an emotion he had hardly seen on her before: A mixture of anger and jealousy. “What ? No. Why would I do that even ? No one does that.” He said, genuinely perplexed by the way the serious conversation had divided now. “Well the latest print in dr. Alexi’s corner edition said that the cheating people start to feel an incredible amount of guilt and grief after an intense moment with their partners.” She let go of his arms and put hers under her chest while continuing to explain “We just had an intense moment and you are starting to apologize for no reason.”
Loid really needed to persuade Yor to read anything other than the ‘newspaper love corners’ as he called it. He also wanted to check if this Alexi was a real doctor or not. “Yor… I-I attacked you. I shouldn’t have done that to you and then-” He couldn’t finish his words, speaking them out, letting them leave his tongue felt too much at the moment. She didn’t care, she moved slowly towards him once again and held Loid’s face between her palms once again, making his eyes focus on her and her alone. “But you didn’t Loid. I wanted it too, remember?” He was going to argue with her, it was at the heat of the moment after all, body taking over mind and reasoning in order to release serotonin so it can feel even better. But he couldn’t because Yor kissed him and slowly pushed him towards their couch.
Sitting down slowly, Loid had to creak his neck in order to continue their soft kiss. It was the softest (And longest) he had ever kissed someone. For mission or not, this was something he had never done before till Yor ended it and slowly sat on his lap.
“I’m so glad you are my husband, Loid.” Those words burned him, more than the times he had to crawl under the enemy fire, more than the sting of failure. They weren’t conditional. She didn’t talk to an entity when she talked to him, in her eyes he wasn’t an empty husk of a mask that would do the impossible. In her eyes he was Loid Forger, the husband she wanted to be with for the rest of her life.
It was rather funny that he understood her feelings and had a better connection with her just because she wanted his help with exercise.