PRACTICE
Rating: Explicit
Relationship: Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess
Characters: Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess Loid Forger | Twilight
Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fake Marriage, Domestic Fluff, Shameless Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, First Time, Porn with Feelings, Sexual Experimentation, I take it back it has some bit of plot lol, Oral Sex, Dom/sub Undertones, Switching, Overstimulation, POV Loid Forger | Twilight, POV Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Not Beta Read, Consent is Sexy
Summary: There was only so much a man and a woman could do behind closed doors. OR. What really happened after Yuri left that night he'd ordered them to kiss.
Loid had just finished changing the sheets of his bed, stuffing the matching pillowcases, blankets, and other cheap romantic paraphernalia in a box he stored inside his closet. He had half a mind to throw them out, but the thought of Yuri coming over unannounced made him decide to keep them. He never knew when they could come in handy.
He moved to switch off the lights, about to head to bed when a hesitant knock against his door caught his attention. Anya had been fast asleep for hours now, which could only mean–
"Yor." He greeted her just as he turned the doorknob, peeking out towards the crack before widening the gap, bringing her into full view. His gaze trailed down her face and onto the black silk night dress that clung to her curves, ending just at the top of her thighs. He snapped his eyes up immediately, surprised at being caught off guard. He cleared his throat.
"Did you need anything?"
She stayed silent, her gaze flitting across the wooden floor boards, looking at anywhere else but him. She was wringing her hands together as her head hung low, her fringe making it difficult to gauge her reaction.
"Yor?" He called out to her again, tilting his head down to one side to try and catch her line of sight. Up close, he could see that her cheeks were splashed with color, and there was a slight, nearly imperceptible, sway in her stance. He sighed as he held the door open wider, stepping aside to let her in.
"Let me get you some water." He gestured a hand towards his bed. "Make yourself comfortable in the meantime."
She walked in without a word, but just before he could head out of the room, her fingers latched onto the back of his shirt, keeping him in place. He threw her a glance from behind his shoulder, waiting for an explanation, but she simply stepped into his space, pushing the door closed as she turned him around by the shoulders. He found himself pressed up against the wood with a pair of warm hands against his chest before he could say another word.
The room was dark, illuminated only by the shifting light of the moon. The low cut of her silk dress demanded his attention, more so when she started leaning in much closer than before. Her softness elicited a sharp intake of breath from him, forcing him to snap his gaze up, slamming the back of his head against the door in the process.
"Yor, may I ask… What are you doing?"
Still she said nothing as he fingers travelled up his chest and over the dip of his clavicles. Alarm bells started ringing in his ear at the vulnerable position he was in. His hands shot up to hold her wrists in place, pulling them away from his neck as he looked down at her. Blue eyes landed on blazing blood red orbs that almost left him speechless. Almost.
"Are you drunk?"
She shook her head in reply, tearing her gaze away from his.
"I can smell the wine in your breath." He sighed at the obvious lie, not at all expecting her eyes to suddenly lift up and stare intently, unabashedly, at his lips. He swallowed at this. "You should get some rest."
She shook her head again, her eyes still transfixed on his mouth, watching him speak, watching him breathe, just… watching him. He felt her start to lean in once again, making him drop one of her hands to steady her by the hip, maneuvering himself off the wall as he pushed against her. But before he could turn them around, her free hand slapped against his chest, keeping him in place.
A small huff left his lungs at the impact, stunned by her strength. He had every intention of asking her what she was doing once again, but her fingers started skimming his face, light and curious, until her thumb dragged itself across his lower lip – firm, intentional, determined.
"We need to kiss." She whispered into the quiet room, fiery eyes searching his as she continued to run her fingers against his lips. "We need to practice." She added as her eyes darted down to his partly opened mouth, the sound of her breathing getting heavier as the seconds passed by.
Loid found himself transfixed with the way her tongue darted out to wet her lips. The grip he had on her hip tightened when she wiggled her other wrist free from his grasp, only to thread their fingers together as she pinned him against the wood.
"You're drunk." Was all he could think of saying as she continued to arch into him like a curious animal eying something unfamiliar, exciting. He felt her raise up on the tips of her toes, attempting to level with him as he tried to avoid her gaze. The hand he had on her hip lifted along with her, hiking up the fabric of her dress along with the movement.
"You're drunk, Yor." He said once again, making her pause just a breath away before their lips could touch.
"Maybe I am…" She finally admitted, making him gain some semblance of control once again. He dragged her dress back down, letting the hem rest atop her thighs once more as he pushed against the hand that pinned his against the door. She fought back, slamming him in place before he could untangle their fingers.
"Or maybe I needed an excuse…" She hid her face against the crook of his neck, her hot breaths making him grit his teeth. Her hand dropped away from his face, leaving a searing trail down his torso as she dragged her nails heavily against his shirt. "Maybe I needed the courage…" She continued to mutter against his neck as her hand slipped under the hem of his top, travelling up his abdomen, onto the planes of his chest, scrapping lightly against a nipple, making him bite down a groan.
The hand he had on her hip shot up to keep her wandering touch in place, stilling her before she could reach higher up the collar of his shirt. He could feel her palm flat against his thundering heart, equal parts frustrated and confused why something so trivial has gotten him this… unbalanced.
This wasn't the first time he's had a woman pressed up against him like this. And she definitely wasn't the first person who'd been this forward, this shameless, when it came to showing interest. He'd lost count of all the times he'd had to use seduction to complete a mission. The age-old tactic just never seemed to fail. So... Why did this feel different?
Why the hell did he feel so out of control?
He dragged her hand out from under his shirt, wiggling free from the one that held him against the door, making sure to hold onto both her wrists once again. He strengthened his resolve before glancing back down at her, taking a deep breath for added measure. "You should head back–"
He never saw it coming – the way she lunged up and caught his lips in hers, how easily she slipped away from his grasp to lock her arms around his neck, and how quickly her legs wrapped around his waist, keeping her pressed firmly against him. His hands instinctively cupped her, hoisting her up as she clung to him tightly.
Her kiss was sloppy, uncoordinated, inexperienced, and it made Loid wonder just how many times she's actually done this before. He flipped them, with her back now against the door as he pulled away, fighting the temptation to kiss her back.
She was drunk.
He may have done a lot of unforgivable things in his life as a spy, but taking an inebriated woman against her will was something he would never allow himself to do.
"Yor, you need to–"
"Was it bad?"
Loid looked back at her at the question. She sounded so unsure, so quiet, so… young. She was looking up at him from under her lashes, head bowed down in embarrassment as she held onto his shoulders for support.
"Was I bad?"
Loid's lips parted at the unexpected vulnerability staring him in the face. Yor always seemed so carefree and unbothered. Even when she apologized over things she wasn't good at like house chores, he'd never seen her look so dejected.
"I'm sorry…" She muttered just as her legs started loosening up against him.
"No." He held her in place, not quite sure what compelled him to. "No, it was… You were good." He felt more than heard her sigh at this.
"You don't have to lie… I knew it was bad." She tried to wiggle out of his hold, making him groan when her core brushed up against his hardening manhood. She froze instantly in his arms.
He pressed his lips against the shell of her ear as he held her close. "I told you you were good." The grip she had on his shoulders tightened as she shuddered at his words.
"Then why not kiss me back?" She asked breathlessly, her clenched fingers bunching up the fabric of his shirt.
"Because you're drunk." He answered matter-of-factly as he tried to keep himself in check, resisting the urge to press himself up further against her heat.
"Do I seem drunk to you now?"
He leaned back to appraise her, taking in the clarity of her eyes, and the determination in her features. "No…" He whispered as his gaze darted down to her parted lips. "Not anymore."
He closed the gap between them, swallowing down her moans as he guided her through the kiss. He went slow, careful not to overwhelm her, gently caressing until she felt pliant enough to take his tongue. She was eager, so very eager.
Her fingers were in his hair, her heaving breasts crushed against his chest, and her hips were grinding against him rhythmically, suggestively. He pulled away to whisper a warning in her ear.
"If you keep that up, we'll end up doing more than kissing."
"Okay…" She replied almost immediately, nodding her consent.
"Yor–"
"Okay." She pulled him back for another kiss, whimpering when he finally pushed his hips against hers, matching her rhythm. His hands started wandering, trailing up under the hem of her silk slip, admiring her soft skin, the curve of her waist, her fanning ribs…
He stopped when his hands slotted against the underside of her breasts, his thumbs drawing tantalizing circles against the notch between her chest and abdomen. He pulled away from their kiss to lean his forehead against hers – watching, waiting for permission.
"Please…" She whimpered as she gazed at him through hooded eyes. He felt her arch up towards him, wordlessly begging for more. "Please, Loid."
It was his name that did it for him.
One hand greedily took hold of her flesh, while the other pinched the tight nub of the other. The sounds she made were exquisite. She squirmed and arched and ground against him, making it more and more difficult to reel himself in.
He released her tender nipple, bending down to suck it into his mouth – the cold fabric of the silk a wonderful contrast to her burning skin. His free hand travelled down between her legs, groaning against the wetness that seeped through the lace of her underwear.
"Fuck." He cursed as he buried his face between her breasts. He loosened his grip on her mound, choosing to thumb through her nipple as he continued to stroke her folds through the soaked fabric. He looked up at her in question.
"Loid..."
His name on her lips once again propelled him further.
One touch of the swollen nub between her legs made her head slam back against the door.
"Loid!"
Fuck.
If she kept saying his name like that, he wasn't going to last.
He pressed one finger in slowly, carefully, watching her eyes close as her mouth fell open with a shaky sigh. He twisted the hand against her breast to drag the silk strap down her chest, revealing the mound that fit perfectly in his palm. He squeezed it just as he took it in his mouth, not once pausing his ministrations between her legs.
She said his name again and her grip tightened against his hair, urging him to add another finger inside her. He pushed in, and without warning, her walls clenched around him. Her body shook just as a loud moan tore out from her throat.
He popped his mouth off her breast, pressing a palm against her lips to quiet her down as she came. The last thing he wanted was for Anya to wake up and find them in this… compromising position.
He slotted his face against the crook of her neck as he continued to fuck her, trying to make her high last for as long as he could. His thumb brushed against her clit as he pushed his fingers in and out, making her clutch at him desperately. She pulled at his hair, the back of his neck, the fabric of his shirt, as she continued to writhe around with his hand still muffling her cries of pleasure.
"Fuck." He cursed again through gritted teeth. If this was all it took to make her come this fast, this hard, he wondered what else he could do to make her lose control, and how many times he could do it.
The feel of her pushing against his shoulders snapped him out of his ridiculous, perverted thoughts.
"No– Please, Loid! No more!" He heard her stifled begging against the palm of his hand.
Shit.
This wasn't part of the plan. This was just supposed to be an arrangement beneficial to both of them based on societal expectations. They weren't supposed to be involved any more than necessary.
He was never supposed to let her get this close.
He pulled his fingers out of her, feeling her shiver at the sensation. He guided her shaking legs down the floor, easing her silk night dress back down her hips once again. He kept his hold on her as she struggled out of the haze of her orgasm, trying her best to keep herself upright.
Her hands slipped down his shoulders only to clutch at the fabric of his shirt against his abdomen, making him flex instinctively. He felt his cock jolt at the sensation of her hands being so close to where he wanted them to be. He closed his eyes and swallowed down the desire for more, to do more.
He let out a long, slow breath that reinstated his composure before looking back at her. He grinned as he watched her repeatedly blink her unfocused eyes, still trying to come down from her high. The strange urge to kiss her wiped the smile off his face completely.
"You okay?" He tucked away a few stray strands of hair that clung to her face. She was still panting and sweaty and oh-so-lovely with her flushed cheeks and parted lips.
Her eyes finally looked back at him, a sliver of recognition crossing her features. She let go of his shirt, stammering as she avoided his gaze, finally settling on an incoherent 'good night' before rushing out of the room.
Loid watched her leave, unsure of whether he'd done the right thing, but when his gaze landed on his still glistening fingers, one taste was all it took to find that he felt no ounce of regret.
A/N: I wanted to try my hand at writing a purely smut story because I feel like I need practice in this department :p I've been so in love with this series, so I figured I might as well write about these two! I understand this show is rated G so I hope only those of legal age will be reading this story, but who am I kidding right? ,
Updates will be intermittent, depending on inspiration. Number of chapters are unknown, but probably nothing above 5. Tags will be updated as the story goes.
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