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Silence wasn't unusual in the Forger household. During the day, there was silence as Anya was at school, and Loid and Yor were stuck at work. In the afternoon, the loudest thing in the house was the television blaring the latest Bondman episode. And at night, there was quiet dinner conversation followed by deep slumber.
Silence. Usually, Yor would be thankful for it. But being that she was holed up in her room trapped in her own thought, she couldn't hope for noise, and lot's of it. She lay in bed, fantasizing about Loid. He was the one thing on her mind, and it consumed her very being. Thoughts of Loid walking around without a shirt on, of Loid holding her close as he threaded his fingers through her hair. She imagined Loid at the end of her bed on his knees as he feasted upon her like a carnal animal.
Without realizing it, Yor's hands started to slip beneath the lace hem of her underwear. Cupping her wet mound, she dragged her middle finger across her folds, coating it in her slick arousal. Yor sighed as her hand explored her pussy. One of her fingers lightly tapped on her clit, eliciting a soft moan from her throat. She began to pant as she toyed with her clit in patterned motions, switching from tapping and circling it with her finger.
Her quick pants soon evolved into that of soft moans. She rolled the tip of her finger across the top of her clit, gasping loudly as her hips bucked upwards.
"Fuck..." Yor moaned, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she felt an orgasm start to build up.
Her thoughts consisted of Loid and only Loid, she paid no mind to how two of her fingers plunged into her aching pussy. She cried out in pleasure, curling her fingers against her g-spot as she pumped them in and out.
"Ungh... Loid!" Yor gasped as she came, a guttural moan ripping from her throat.
As she rode out her orgasm, her fingers slowed in pace as they moved in and out of her. In a haze, she pulled an arm over her eyes, small beads of sweat latching onto her skin. She gasped as she removed her cum-slicked fingers from her panties. Her juices had bled through the fabric, leaving her lower half soaked in her sweat and arousal.
But she was far from satisfied, her desire demanding more from the sweet release she had experienced merely before. Snapping from her daze, she turned over to her nightstand. Pulling open the drawer, she dug around, her fingers searching for her friendly helper.
Loid Forger was no stranger to coming home late. Being a spy called for late hours while away on a mission. It was a weekly occurrence for Loid to come home close to the break of dawn sometimes. Tonight, he was lucky to be home before 3 a.m. He was exhausted and craved the comfort of his own bed. Pulling off his jacket and draping it on the coat hanger, he started his slow trek to his room.
"Ungh... Loid!"
The spy stopped in his tracks at the sound, his eyes coming to stare at Yor's door. She was probably dreaming... he hoped she was only dreaming. He raised his knuckles to knock lightly on her door, but stopped himself once more when the sound of buzzing began to fill the air, followed by Yor's quiet moans. Loid was frozen in place, staring daggers into the wood of her bedroom door.
He didn't want to eavesdrop, but he couldn't help himself as he listened to her moans grow more desperate.
"Loid! Fuck!" Yor yelled.
Loid's cock twitched, his dark green pants growing tighter by the second. Loid groaned as he rubbed his palm along the front of his pants, the pressure increasing along his length. Did he dare enter? Did he want to risk the distance he had been putting between them?
He didn't care.
Turning the doorknob, he opened the door slowly, peeking his head in. There, he saw Yor, mouth agape as she arched her back, her right hand buried deep in her underwear as her other hand fondled her breasts. Loid flushed as he watched her, pressing harder on the base of his cock.
"Yor?" Loid called out.
Yor's eyes snapped open as she turned her gaze to her door, staring in horror at Loid as he palmed his length over his pants. She quickly pulled her hand out from her thong, a small vibrating bullet dropping onto the sheets, glistening with her juices.
"Loid!" Yor gasped, turning away to face the wall opposite her bed as her face broke out in a crimson blush. "Y-You saw nothing!"
"Oh, but I heard it all, Yor," Loid said, his voice dripping with desire. "Yor, look at me."
Yor slowly shifted to look at him once more. He stood in the doorway, his hands pulling on his tie. Pulling it off, he then began to unbutton his shirt, the crisp white fabric opening further to reveal his chest adorned in a neat valley of golden hair.
"L-Loid, what are you doing?" Yor asked, confused. Loid tugged the shirt off of his body, his muscles flexing as his arms slipped out of the sleeves. Yor stared transfixed at his bare torso, her mouth watering at the spectacle. "Loid?"
"Do you always think about me when you touch yourself?" Loid asked walking to stand at the foot of her bed, staring down at Yor, hungrily. His hands made their way to his belt, slowly pulling the leather strap from the buckle. "Answer the question, Yor."
Her eyes stared at his hands as they worked to push his pants down his legs. His underwear dropped with them, and he kicked them away from his feet, leaving him entirely bare. All for Yor.
"I-um... yes," Yor answered as she watched his hand gently grasp the base of his erection.
Loid looked Yor up and down. Her lace thong was soaked in her juices, and her shirt was bunched up over her belly, her hard nipples pressing against the fabric.
"Strip for me," he said. Sensing her hesitance, he crawled over her on the bed, their faces now mere inches apart. Trailing his fingers softly down her stomach, he slipped down beneath her thong, groaning as his fingers coated in her cum. "... so wet for me, Yor."
Yor gasped as Loid slid his finger up and down her slit. Pulling his hand out, he shifted to the end of the bed, leaning back on his knees. Using his hand covered in her juices, he gripped at his cock, gently moving it up and down. He didn't dare look away from Yor, who had started to slip her hand once more beneath her underwear.
"I want to see all of you," Loid groaned, tightening his grip on his erection. "Strip."
Yor's eyes met Loid's as she sat up, tugging up on the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head. She laid back down, raising her hips as she pushed her thong down her legs, leaving her completely exposed in the dark room which suddenly felt a lot warmer. Loid nodded his head as he watched Yor spread her legs. She hissed as her cunt was exposed to the air, and to the man pleasuring himself before her.
Yor dragged her fingers lazily down her chest and belly, resting them on her hot mound. Running two of her fingers along the fold, she moaned as they slipped inside. Loid's gaze hardened as his hand quickened pace, Yor's slick lubricating the shaft nicely. His thumb ran over the head, smearing precum around the sensitive slit. He shuddered, closing his eyes as he pumped his hand faster, Yor's sickly sweet moans filling his head.
"Fuck... Loid," Yor groaned as her walls clenched tight around her fingers. "I-I'm gonna..."
"Don't stop, Yor," Loid huffed, groaning as he dropped his head back. "Me too. Cum with me, darling."
The pet name seemed to push Yor over the edge as she was soon arching her back off the mattress, pressing her thighs tight together. As she rode out her orgasm, Loid continued to pump his fist through his, raising his head to watch Yor. He came on her stomach with a moan, slowing the pace of his pumps. When he finished, he leaned forward, holding himself above her. She stared up at him with stars in her eyes as she removed her fingers from her pussy, holding the cum-covered fingers in front of his face.
Loid eyed them hungrily, the scent intoxicating. Yor grinned, pressing the fingers to his lips. He opened his mouth, sucking the juices off of her finger as she slowly pushed them in. The taste coated his tongue. He needed more... he craved it. Pulling her fingers out of his mouth, Yor's eyes widened as she watched Loid crawl off the bed, kneeling at the end. Grabbing her thighs, Loid pulled her closer to him. As he draped her legs over his shoulders, Loid was quickly face-to-face with Yor's treasure trove of sweet arousal.
He locked eyes with Yor as he kissed and bit the inside of Yor's thighs, trailing the marks down to her warmth. Yor mumbled a "please" as Loid tested her patience, those mumbles quickly becoming loud groans as he licked up her slit with his long tongue. Her thighs clenched around his head as he fed upon her, lapping up the sweet juice as it leaked from her.
"... so sweet, darling," Loid mumbled against her pussy, the vibrations adding a new sense of pleasure to what she was already experiencing.
"I-uNGH!" Yor moaned as Loid's tongue finally found her clit. He flicked the nub with his tongue, hearing symphonies in the lewd noises she was making. "I need you, Loid!"
Loid sucked on her clit, erupting a scream of pleasure from the woman. He quickly reached his hand up, covering her mouth. "Grab a pillow if you need to scream, Yor. We don't want to wake up Anya."
Without wasting another second, Yor pressed a pillow to her face, releasing a guttural groan into it. Loid's hand that covered her mouth reached down to cup one of her breasts, squeezing it as her nipple slipped between two of his fingers. He pinched the sensitive bud, Yor's cries increasing by the second.
"I-I'm gonna cum again- FUCK!" Yor yelled, pushing the pillow away from her face.
Just then, Loid pulled away from her, Yor groaning in annoyance. Any argument she planned to make, however, was erased from her mind as he got back on the bed, hovering over her once more. Cupping Yor's cheek, he dropped his lips onto hers, her slick coating his lips. Yor gasped, opening her mouth to allow his tongue to enter. The kiss was not romantic in any way, but sloppy and desperate. Their tongues battled for dominance as Yor tried to taste more of the cum that lingered in his mouth.
Yor wrapped her arms around his neck as they explored each other's mouths. Loid pulled away slightly, giving Yor a sheepish grin. "Sorry, darling. I didn't want you to cum again without me."
"I need you inside me now, do you understand me, Loid Forger?" Yor moaned as Loid's fingers began to pinch her nipples once more.
"Patience, darling," Loid said lowly, kissing her jaw. "You're so beautiful, Yor... so incredibly sexy."
Loid positioned his length at her opening, pushing the head in. Yor wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him to enter further. She hissed as he did, not used to something so large being in her before. It wasn't painful, but it wasn't particularly comfortable either. Loid cupped her cheek, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips, less desperate and rushed than the one they shared before. Loid gave Yor a look of concern as he watched her face scrunch up.
Yor opened her eyes, noticing the look he was giving her. He hadn't moved, but she needed him to or she felt she was going to lose it.
"I'm okay," Yor smiled, caressing his cheek with her thumb. "I'm just getting used to the feeling."
Loid kissed her again, feeling her gasp against his lips as he slowly started to thrust his dick in and out of her. He kept up the slow pace, moving his free hand to her waist, digging his nails into her flesh. He pulled away from her lips, dropping his head to the crook of her neck.
"Fuck, you're so tight, Yor," Loid groaned, feeling her warm walls pull him in deeper. Kissing her neck, he sucked and bit the skin, leaving a very visible mark. She was his, he intended to make people aware of that. Yor's hand reached up to the back of his head, her fingers threading through his hair, his sweat building with each thrust. "Ungh... you feel so good, darling. So, so good."
"Faster, Loid- AH!" Yor moaned, all thoughts leaving her mind as Loid thrust faster. Any tinge of pain she had felt before melted away, a new sense of euphoria overtaking her mind.
Yor wrapped her arms around Loid's back, her sharp nails dragging along his spine, leaving bright red marks. She pulled him impossibly closer, their sweat-slicked bodies pressing together tight. Their moans morphed together, neither really caring about the volume anymore. His cock began to hit her g-spot with each thrust, the pace leaving no time for her to do anything but cry out in pleasure.
"Yor!" Loid groaned loudly, his lips still pressed against her neck. "I'm gonna-UNGH-I'm gonna cum!"
"H-Harder, Loid!" Yor cried. "I-I'm so c-close!"
Loid slammed into her, the pace quick and rough. But what should have been painful only felt like pure ecstasy. The sounds of flesh slapping together mixed with their lustful cries. It was everything they wanted and more.
Loid and Yor shuddered as he expelled himself inside her. Yor clenched once more around him as she came with a loud moan, shifting to press a kiss to his shoulder. Loid slowed his movements as they both recovered from their orgasms. He eventually pulled out, and Yor felt empty. It was as if his dick was meant to be in her; like her pussy was molded especially for him and him alone.
Loid fell back on the bed, panting, grateful to finally be able to rest his head on one of the pillows. Yor yawned, draping an arm around his torso and pulling him close. Loid lazily turned his head to look at her. She gave him a tired smile and giggled, reaching up to cup his cheek. He smiled, leaning down to place a soft kiss on her temple, resting his forehead against hers. He held her closer as they cuddled together.
They were a mess of tangled limbs and lust in the now dirty sheets, and the room reeked of sex and sweat. But neither cared, only focusing on one another.
"I wouldn't mind doing that more with you, darling," Loid chuckled.
"Me too, Loid. Me too."
They finally gave in to their exhaustion, falling asleep mere moments later, the soft sounds of snores surrounding them. It was everything Yor had fantasized about, and all that Loid could hope for. In the here and now, they were together; one and the same. And Loid loved her so much.
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Anya sat up in bed, confused and annoyed by the noises escaping the room next door. Rubbing her tired eyes, she glanced around her dark room, her chimera plush hugged tight in her arms.
"Is there a riot?" Anya mumbled sleepily.
Closing her eyes once more, she plopped back down on her mattress, snoring softly as she dreamed of being a spy and solving crimes with Bond by her side.