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Twilight was in love with his wife.
He knew she didn’t love him back, because why else would she have rejected him so forcefully (literally) that evening at the bar?
But, Twilight had made peace with it. He and Yor had a mutually beneficial arrangement in their marriage, and sharing a bed was both convincing to outsiders and let both of them rest more easily at night.
He had never in his life gotten good nights of sleep as consistently as he had when he slept in his (platonic, as he often reminded himself) wife’s arms, and woke up with her in the morning.
They’d long since exchanged their tacky, bright pink and red bedroom decorations for calmer, less jarring decorations.
If Yuri noticed when he visited, he didn’t comment on it.
Yes, the Westalian had made peace with the fact that his relationship with his wife was never going to be what he longed for.
That being said, Twilight couldn’t deny the fact that… Yor was an attractive woman. He frequently felt her softness through her shirt as he rested his head on her chest. He could feel her strong core muscles when he had his arms around her waist, and her powerful thighs whenever she held her leg against his.
But, Twilight simply refused to masturbate to fantasies of his wife. He could never forgive himself for being so disrespectful.
For those very reasons, when the spy cuddled with his wife, he always took careful measures not to let the front of his hips touch her, even when they laid together purely for relaxation purposes.
Just in case.
Twilight never had nightmares, anymore. Either he had no dreams or… dreams he would by no means call chaste.
Worse yet, those wildly inappropriate dreams were getting more and more persistent, and more and more vivid.
He dreamt of Yor’s naked skin, of how her bare breasts might feel when cupped in his hands, of her strong thighs wrapped around his neck, of her nails clawing into his back, of how soft and warm and soaked she was inside.
—
One moment Twilight had been suckling on his (platonic) wife’s clit as she screamed his (fake) name, only to find himself awake with no Yor sitting on his face.
What he did find, however, was that Yor was on top of him.
Fully on top of him, at that.
With her arms wrapped around his head, pressing his face against her chest.
The worst part, however, was that during the night her sleep shirt had wandered up towards her collarbone. This then resulting in her naked nipple being pressed directly against his lips.
If he opened his mouth even slightly, it would slip inside.
Oh. Oh my god. What the fuck am I supposed to do?!
Glancing to his bedside table, he noticed the time.
The spy began hyperventilating through his nose.
Our alarm will go off any second now! She cannot wake up like this. I would die if she woke up like this. She’s got me pinned down, I can’t move without disturbing her! Fuck. Fuck. Think, Twilight, think!!
Yor sighed in her sleep, curling closer to him, burrowing her nose in his hair, and not helping her husband in the slightest.
Escaping a maximum security prison cell is easier than this.
Yor shifted, her leg hooking over his hips.
Scratch that. Make it disarming a nuclear missile.
Her thigh pressed up against his crotch, making him keenly aware of his sensual dream’s effect on his body.
I would rather face the entirety of the Ostanian armed forces by myself than have her wake up to this.
Twilight was equal parts terrified and achingly, maddeningly, involuntarily turned on from the stimulation.
What have I done to deserve this?!
His wife shifted some more, rubbing her thigh against his shaft, causing his hips to twitch just slightly.
Twilight, get a hold of yourself!
His heart was hammering out of his chest.
The exhale he felt against the top of his head was so warm, and so wet.
His eyes wandered off to her naked chest. The stimulation provided by his rapid exhales and inhales had caused her pretty, pink nipple to perk.
Take your perverted eyes off of her breasts right this moment!
Their alarm clock was ticking ever closer to going off.
Think, think, think!! With your brain!! What’s a huge turn off?! Being whipped by Handler during training?!
…Yeah, but if Yor had been the one to do the whipping instead…
The spy could have started screaming in frustration.
Stop!! Stop thinking about your wife like that!! It’s not right!!
Twilight, whose face had been in plenty of women’s bosoms, previously always had to pretend he was moaning in pleasure. Now he had to put in an enormous amount of effort not to.
I’m running out of time!! What are the chances I can pull her shirt down without waking her up?
The spy did his best to risk-assess his options, though it was far more difficult than usual, since the majority of his blood was south of his navel.
Maybe if I’m just… really quick about it…
The blonde swallowed, trying to steel his nerves.
Here goes nothing… one… two… three…
Their alarm went off.
With impressive speed he rolled her off of him and grabbed the hem of her shirt, yanking it down her torso as fast as humanly possible, waking the dark haired, sleeping beauty up with a jolt at the sudden movement.
“Huh?!” Yor blinked up at him in the cutest expression of shock he’d ever seen.
“G-good morning, Yor!” Twilight’s voice was several octaves higher than usual. “Slept well?”
Much to his horror, it dawned on him that in his haste to pull his wife’s shirt down, not only had he ripped the V-neckline to make it much, much deeper, he had also sat halfway up on his knees in a way that did nothing to hide the tent in his pants.
I have never been a religious man, he thought as he flipped over to turn off the alarm and dropped back under the covers, doing the best he could to discreetly hide his erection. But if there is a higher power listening out there, I’m begging for mercy, please don’t let my wife notice how much she turns me on.
“I slept great! But did you have a nightmare? You startled me!” His wife sat up, moving to push the duvet off of them, which he then dragged back over his own lap with an iron grip.
She tilted her head in confusion. “Is something wrong?”
“I-I’m good, I just–” Think Twilight, think!! “Feel a little cold, that’s all!”
Yor looked confused as she moved to hold her hand against his forehead. Her touch sent pleasant shivers down his spine.
Yor, I normally appreciate how caring you are, but please, be less kind, just today.
“Oh, but Loid, you’re both sweating and hot to the touch!” Yor exclaimed. “And still you’re freezing? Maybe you’re getting ill?”
“Haaahahahahaha, yeah, maybe!” His laugh was almost hysterical. Please leave the room, please leave the room, please leave the room, please leave the room, please leave the room. “It is the season for it, after all!”
“Right!” His wife grabbed both his hands, making him lose his grip on the duvet.
Please don’t look down, please don’t look down, please don’t look down, Yor, please, I love you so much, but please don’t look down.
“I’ll call the hospital to say you’re sick, okay? It’s Friday, so you won’t have to take another day off. We’ll restore your health so you’ll be ready for next week!”
“Tha-thank you, Yor, that’s quite al–”
“No no,” she wagged her finger at him with a serious expression. “You may not be feeling very poorly, but you have clearly overworked yourself! Rest today, or it’ll get worse.”
“You’re probably right, I’ll take a sick day.” The spy quickly turned to lay on his side, facing her. Whatever can get her to leave!
Yor sat up, then patted his cheek. With the new and significantly more plunging neckline he could see a quite nasty scar.
But the sway of her breasts as she moved made it hard to linger on.
“Oh! M-my shirt must have had a manufacturing defect,” his wife said with a blush as she pulled her shirt closer around herself, obviously noticing where his eyes had wandered. “I… I’ll go call the hospital and make some coffee. And I’ll get Anya up, too.”
“I a-appreciate it Yor.” He forced his eyes away from her chest, but his mouth watered at the memory. As soon as she’s out of sight, I’ll have to bolt out the door to take a cold shower.
—
Twilight, being the only person in the house who could make a decent meal, still made breakfast despite being ‘sick’.
Yeah, ‘lovesick’, maybe. This entire morning has been nothing but mortifying, he thought with gloom as he cooked. But, I’m a parent and Anya still needs proper nutrition. She’s a growing girl, she takes priority.
The cold shower had worked, but he was keenly aware that the moment he slipped up, he would be in trouble again.
For that very reason, the spy’s thoughts were on strict repeat of things that would keep any inappropriate reactions… down, so to speak.
The SSS. Yuri. War. Desmond. Strix. The SSS. Yuri. War. Desmond. Strix. The SSS. Yuri. War. Desmond. Strix. The SSS. Yuri. War. Desmond. Strix. The SSS. Yuri. War. Desmond. Strix. The SSS. Yuri. War. Desmond. Strix. The SSS. Yuri. War. Desmond. Strix.
Anya looked at her father in complete befuddlement the entire time they ate.
“What the bejeebuz is he thinking about,” he heard her whisper under her breath. He chose not to investigate further, simply focusing on eating and having a lighthearted discussion with his wife.
And keeping his eyes exclusively above her collarbones.
“Alright sweetie, it’s time to get to school!” Yor announced when all plates were empty, clearing off the table. “Go put your shoes on.”
“Okay,” the pink haired girl said as she jumped down from her chair, but kept staring at her father. “Papa, you’ll get healthy again soon, right?”
“Definitely, I just need some rest today, that’s all,” he replied with a trained, parental smile. Anya, I can’t apologize enough that you’ve got such a sorry excuse for a father. The little girl tilted her head and pursed her lips, but didn’t say anything.
“Yes, he’ll be just fine, don’t worry,” his wife’s sweet voice spoke from the kitchen. “Your father works so hard, falling ill from stress is very common.” Yor entered his field of vision as she returned. “Loid, please take good care of yourself while I’m gone. I’ll do something special for you tonight, okay?”
“Thank you, Yor, I appreciate it,” he replied with practiced, artificial ease.
‘Special’, huh? The SSS. Yuri. War. Desmond. Strix. The SSS. Yuri. War. Desmond. Strix. The SSS. Yuri. War. Desmond. Strix. The SSS. Yuri. War. Desmond. Strix.
Yor leant forward to pat his shoulder. Her work uniform was decidedly modest and she wore a bra, but that did not mean her breasts were immobile when she bent over.
The SSS. Yuri. War. Desmond. Strix. The SSS. Yuri. War. Desmond. Strix. The SSS. Yuri. War. Desmond. Strix. The SSS. Yuri. War. Desmond. Strix. The SSS. Yuri. War. Desmond. Strix. The SSS. Yuri. War. Desmond. Strix. The SSS. Yuri. War. Desmond. Strix. The SSS. Yuri. War. Desmond. Strix. The SSS. Yuri. War. Desmond. Strix. The SSS. Yuri. War. Desmond. Strix. The SSS. Yuri. War. Desmond. Strix. The SSS. Yuri. War. Desmond. Strix. The SSS. Yuri. War. Desmond. Strix. The SSS. Yuri. War. Desmond. Strix. The SSS. Yuri. War. Desmond. Strix. The SSS. Yuri. War. Desmond. Strix. The SSS. Yuri. War. Desmond. Strix. The SSS. Yuri. War. Desmond. Strix. The SSS. Yuri. War. Desmond. Strix. The SSS. Yuri. War. Desmond. Strix. The SSS. Yuri. War. Desmond. Strix. The SSS. Yuri. War. Desmond. Strix–
“I don’t get it… at all…” Anya mumbled, barely audible.
Whatever she doesn’t get, it’s probably for the best.
The girl’s eyes flickered between her parents, looking even more confused, then shrugged and got ready to leave.
—
After his wife and daughter had left, it took Twilight several minutes of attempting to read in his armchair with his legs crossed, sweating bullets, before he could no longer control his thoughts.
I want to lick Yor’s breasts. He leant back, groaning as he uncrossed his legs, so hard it hurt. I need to pull myself together. My wife turns me on so badly, and all she did was stand in front of me!
Bond looked at his owner and made a grunting noise, momentarily distracting him.
“Ah, yeah, you need to be walked too, don’t you?” Twilight said kindly, then grimaced as Yor entered his mind again. “I can’t leave the house like this, though.”
—
Twilight took a second cold shower. He got out of the shower. His mind once again was filled with the feeling of Yor’s nipple against his lips and her thigh against his shaft. He took a third cold shower.
I can’t get this damn thing to go down!! The spy sat on the edge of his bed with fresh boxers halfway up his thighs, aching throbs pulsing through his core. Yor, what are you doing to me?! He rubbed his temples to avoid the temptation of rubbing his cock.
He inhaled deeply, but his exhale sounded more like a moan.
It’s no use with the showers. It seems I need to bite the bullet and get this over with, he concluded, gritting his teeth. Okay, okay. Twilight, she will never know. She will never know that you are such a ridiculously horny, embarrassingly lovesick teenager.
He clenched his fists, groaning in resignation.
No one will know, in fact. Just this once. Never again, you hear? Just this once.
The Westalian glanced at Yor’s lotion on the dresser.
Unscented. Hypoallergenic. Suitable for sensitive skin.
It would be obscene… Not to mention wrong. But... knowing it’s hers… Fuck, just the thought of it being the same she uses on her body…
He pulled his boxers off entirely as he went to take exactly one, singular pump of the lotion into his hand.
Better get it out of my system. And then never, ever do this, ever again.
Walking back, he sat on her side of the bed, finding himself calming down slightly.
Yor has no scent for some odd reason, but this is where she sleeps. This is where I find rest in her warmth, every night and every morning. Yor is my peace in this hostile world. My refuge from war.
I love my wife so much.
Cursing himself, he placed his head on her pillow, stroking the bedding she slept in with his clean hand.
Yor, I’m sorry. I swear, it’ll only be this one time. I’m so sorry.
Twilight swallowed, then put his hand on his throbbing cock.
—
Twilight sat naked on the edge of the bed, his breathing shaky with desire.
His stunning wife stood in front of him in lace lingerie and high heels, both in the same shade of night as her loose, silky hair. Her soft lips, painted wine red like her eyes, were curved into a knowing smirk.
“Do you want me?” Yor murmured lowly, toying with the straps on her shoulder. “Do you want to touch me?”
“Yes, please,” he moaned, her voice sending a pleasant shiver down his spine, his hands clenching and unclenching in the sheets. “I’d do anything. Please.”
“Heh,” she giggled sweetly, walking towards him on the bed, her hips swaying with every step, accentuating her every curve, her strong muscles, the skin he wanted to know every centimeter of.
Yor stopped in front of him, standing between his open legs, putting him perfectly in eyeheight with her chest. His mouth was watering, his cock was throbbing.
“Aren’t you impatient, hm?” Her voice was teasing yet promising as she put a single finger under his chin, lifting his gaze to meet her sultry, wine red eyes. Eyes that beckoned him to surrender. “You’re sooo aaaachingly hard for me already.”
Twilight swallowed, then licked his lips. “I can’t help it. Yor, you have no idea what you do to me.”
“Be good and you’ll get your reward,” she breathed, leaning in closer to him, but not close enough to kiss him. “You want to be good for me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” he whispered. “Yes, I’d do anything for you.”
“So obedient,” his wife cooed, sliding her fingers into his hair, pulling gently. “That’s my husband for you.”
“Tell me how to serve you,” the blonde breathed heavily. “Whatever you want. Tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”
Yor moaned as she licked into his mouth, rubbing his scalp. Twilight couldn’t help himself as he chased the sweet taste of their kiss.
“Get on the floor for me,” she ordered softly, their lips making a wet sound as they moved against each other.
He practically fell to his knees. Yor laughed warmly at his eagerness as she sat down on the edge of the bed. He couldn’t suppress a chuckle himself. Her joy was infectious.
“This is fun, isn’t it?” His wife’s soft expression made his body tingle.
“Very,” he confirmed, lifting her heel to press a kiss to the top of her foot. “I’m enjoying myself… very much.”
“Heh… seems you’re enjoying me, too.”
“Doubly so, yes,” he murmured against the inside of her ankle as he stroked up her calf, the sound of his hands gliding over her skin was hypnotic. “I want to worship you like a goddess.”
“Worship me, then,” she breathed. “Worship me and I’ll bless you.”
Twilight moaned softly at her words, pressing wet kisses as he moved, tasting her. Up her calves, kissing the inside of her knees, ascending to her thighs, letting his tongue trace her muscles, licking into the crevice where her inner thighs met her pelvis.
“Yor, you’re… incredible,” he whispered against her damp panties, as if praying. “Can I take these off?”
His wife was moaning, her skin painted with red blush, and covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
“And here I thought you had manners,” she teased sweetly. “You can do better.”
“Can I… haah… take these off… please?” Twilight groaned, shaking with need.
“Hm? What for?” Yor asked, clearly amused.
He swallowed, but a thin line of drool still escaped the corner of his mouth. Sweet, sadistic eyes gazed down at him as she wiped it away with her thumb.
“I thought I asked you a question,” she sighed with an affectionate smile. “Truly, where are your manners?”
“Hnnngh! S-sorry,” he whimpered. “Please, will you let me take these off? I want to taste you. I want to make you come. Hnngh, please. Please, please, please. Will you let me?”
“Your voice sounds so beautiful when you beg,” his wife cooed. “I ought to make you do that more often. Would you like that? To be reduced to a begging mess by me?”
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, please, I would love that, yes!” Twilight pleaded, inhaling the scent of her arousal in the process. “But Yor, please–”
“Heh, since you asked so nicely!” Yor giggled, snapping off her bra and pushing her pelvis up and forward, bumping her warm, slick panties against his face. “Take them off and get to work.”
“Thank you, thank you so much,” he whined, hooking his fingers around the lace and pulled it down her legs. The time it took to get the lingerie off of her almost hurt him, he was so needy.
As soon as he could, he threw his wife’s legs over his shoulders, pulling her closer by her hips. His lungs expanded as he inhaled her warmth, his breath deep and satisfying. He took a moment to enjoy how nourishing her presence was, healing a lifetime of grief and loneliness. He then licked her slit slowly and lovingly, feeling his world shrink to the size of her. The slickness covered his tongue, spreading in his mouth. He burrowed deeper, kissing and sucking her nether lips. Removing one hand from the curve of her hips, he spread her apart until he could tongue her entrance up and down slowly.
Above him, Yor squirmed, throwing her head back against the mattress, arching her back slightly as he worked, making small mewls of pleasure.
Twilight reveled in those mewls. He could listen to them for the rest of his life.
“Yor… you’re amazing… And absolutely stunning,” he breathed reverently. “I want nothing but you. I could spend eternity on my knees for you.”
He meant every word. But Yor, his wonderful, kind, caring, softly sadistic wife could barely come up with a response.
It pleased her husband immensely that he managed to do that to her.
The blonde flattened his tongue, dragging it up and down her clit as he simultaneously slid two fingers into her, slow and methodological as he pressed up into that sweet spot.
Yor’s reaction was instant, her back arching, a soft sound of protest escaping her lips when he pulled his fingers out.
Twilight couldn’t help but grin, closing his lips around that little bundle of nerves, suckling gently. Fingers slid into his hair, sending shivers down his spine. Her hips was grinding against him, whining as he removed his fingers.
“Nooo, why did you do that?” He could hear the pout in her voice.
He merely smiled before firming his tongue, moving it in a circular motion around her clit, and slid two fingers from his other hand back into that wet heat, clenching around his digits.
The kneeling man rubbed his slick fingers together, making sure his thumb was well covered, then moved his hand up towards her breast, rolling her pretty, pink nipple gently.
“Fuuuuuck! Yes, yes, keep it up, yes!” Yor cried out in pleasure, yanking his hair just enough to sting. The luxurious pain sent a jolt of delight through Twilight’s core. “Just like that, yes, you’re doing perfect, yes!”
“Hnnngh!” His wife squirmed as his other hand, now also covered in her slick arousal, joined in pulling and pinching her breasts, sliding over her skin with a lewd sound.
Twilight kept up his work, suckling her clit and rubbing with his tongue, listening to her moans, letting everything except pleasuring his wife disappear. On his knees for her, making her writhe in ecstasy, existing for her, reveling in her touch, presence, and praise.
“Keep it up, keep it up, yes, yes, Perfect! Hnnngh, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Yor tensed, her spine arching, pulling his hair, her thighs closing tight around his neck, letting him drown in her, shaking with her climax.
Twilight felt as if her euphoria was his. As if they were one being, brought together by chance, locked away from the outside world, neither wishing to return to it.
His wife’s fingers eased up their grip on his hair, her fingertips caressing and stroking the blonde locks, soothing away the pain.
He ceased his licking, opting to merely let his neck relax within the confines of her inner thighs, breathing in the scent of her arousal. His hands still cupped her breasts, playing absentmindedly with the soft, squishy flesh.
“That was incredible,” she cooed. “That was so amazing! You really were perfect!!”
“Thank you,” he whispered. “Thank you so much for letting me do this.”
Yor sat back up, easing the tight hold of her thighs, cupping his slick cheek, rubbing the muscles of his jaw.
The look of adoration in her eyes made Twilight melt into her, all tension leaving his body as he leaned closer to her. He let her guide his head into her lap, not caring about the strain on his knees in the slightest. He felt peaceful, blissed out, his little slice of heaven served to him right there, complete with the sweet sound of his wife’s praise and affection.
For a while, she simply let him rest, stroking and caressing him.
But eventually, she did speak up again.
“I think I promised you a blessing before, didn’t I? Your cock must be painful at this point.”
“Mhmm,” he merely hummed in reply, barely registering her words. She giggled, then very gently pressed the toe of her shoe against the sensitive head of his length. “AH! Hah… hah… hnnngh,” he whimpered, now hyper aware of his own arousal.
“Heh, I thought so. I think you have more than earned your reward. Do you want it?” Yor leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Do you want me to let you come?”
“Yes,” he panted back. “Yes, please.”
“How do you want it?” Her sweet kiss to his cheekbone sent shivers down his spine.
“I… I want…” Twilight swallowed, eyeing her chest, so close his mouth watered.
“I see, I see,” she smiled, as if reading his thoughts. “Come here, then!”
Her words might have been an order, but he felt far too boneless to easily comply.
“You’re so lovely,” she laughed as she lifted him up on the bed. She rubbed his sore knees, stretching out the muscles, then straddled his lap. “Is this comfortable?”
“Yes, very,” he confirmed with a lazy grin.
“Good, good,” she cooed as she leaned down to kiss him again, sneaking an arm around his shoulders, holding him closer as she sat up straighter.
This, incidentally, resulted in him being in perfect eyeheight with those soft, squishy breasts.
“Fuck, Yor, you have no idea how badly I’ve needed this,” he whined, closing his eyes, letting her guide his lips to her chest, his arms around her waist.
“You’ve been so good, you have more than earned this,” she praised. “Just rest and let me take care of you. I know how tired you are. I want to take care of you. You deserve it.”
Twilight could merely groan in reply, suckling the firm, pink peak, feeling it slide against his front teeth.
“So good! So, so good for me,” his wife continued to murmur, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, stroking his back. “You deserve it. Just relax, I’ve got you. You’re doing so well.” She slid her hand between her folds, covering it with her own wetness, then wrapped her fingers around his weeping cock, making him hiss at the touch.
“I-I won’t… last long, like this!” Twilight whimpered, his wet lips slipping on her soft, smooth skin, electricity buzzing through the pit of his stomach at the slick sound of her hand.
“No worries. I’ll edge you for hours some other time,” the dark haired beauty teased into blonde hair, making him shudder pleasantly. “Just let yourself enjoy this… Just turn off your mind… Just let me be in control. Give up. Just yourself lean into me… Let me make you come…”
The spy could feel her fingers massage his upper back, her hand rubbing ever faster, thumb digging into his sensitive tip, whispering praises that enveloped him like a shield, making him moan wet and hot around her breast, his hips jerking into her hand.
“I’m going to c-come,” he continued to whimper, feeling his emotions swelling up along with his arousal, threatening to overflow. “Yor! Yor, p-please let me c-come!”
“Come. You are allowed to come. You were perfect…” Yor praised softly. “You were so good. You were so, so good for me. You deserve to feel good.”
He dug his nails into her back, clinging to her as if his life depended on it, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“Come for me. Allow yourself to come,” his wife cooed. “You have my permission to come.”
I need… I just need… More than anything, I want…
“Yo-or, I-I-I love you. M-more t-than an-anything. Ple-please tell me you lo-love me…!” Twilight begged, his breath was getting increasingly uneven, bordering on sobs. “Please, I want to he-ear your voice s-say that you love m-me. Please, Yor… I love y-you… Yor, p-please… tell me you–!”
"Shh… it’s okay…" Yor soothed, tipping his head to press her lips against his, wet, hot, and slick, then spoke the words he longed to hear the most: “I love you too.”
His wife’s declaration finally pushed him over the edge, overwhelmed by her, the knowledge that she loved him wrecking him, finally able to give her his heart to keep. Her warmth relieved him of a lifetime of excruciating pain and crushing loneliness. Fragile and weak, protected and loved, pulled out of hell. Everything else wiped from his mind as he came into her hand, held safe in her kiss.