For Appearance's Sake (Spy x Family) (Patreon)

Poll Winner

Themes: Loving Sex, Teasing, Dom/Sub

Summary: Inspired by this gif. Yor overhears a conversation at work about how a man has needs, and if those needs aren't met, he might just leave. Obviously, she can't afford to be dropped by Loid, so after doing some research into the subject, Yor buys the proper attire and sets about trying to seduce her fake lover into a real one. For the sake of appearances, of course. 

-x-X-x-

This was it. It was now or never. Steeling her nerves, Yor steps into the dining room, a tray in hand. Loid is standing rather than sitting at the table, which is just perfect for her purposes. Refusing to second guess herself, the raven-haired Thorn Princess walks forward and positions herself between Loid and the table.

With his newspaper raised, he doesn’t see her… or what she’s wearing. Though, in all fairness, her current attire is at least seemingly modest at first glance. A shoulderless red sweater with a very low back, alongside a set of black pantyhose and no shoes. Not the kind of thing it would ever be appropriate to wear out and about, at least not without a skirt, but in the privacy of their shared home, it was perfectly reasonable… after a fashion.

After all, while Yor and Loid were technically married, their marriage, as it was… was something of a sham. They’d married not for love or out of affection, but because they’d both needed something from one another. Despite being husband and wife, they did not share a bed, nor even a bedroom. And right now… this was the first time either one of them would make a sexual advance on the other.

And it was going to be Yor. It HAD to be Yor, in the end. Because Loid was the perfect gentleman, and Yor… Yor had overheard a disturbing conversation between some of her fellow clerks about how even the most perfect gentleman might eventually be led astray if their needs weren’t being met. Now, Loid had never asked Yor to ‘meet his needs’. But apparently, from what she’d overheard at work anyways, a perfect gentleman like him might never ask. He’d just go and find someone else.

Obviously, Yor couldn’t afford for Loid to find actual love with another woman. If he asked her for a divorce, she would be in a whole heap of trouble! Which meant… Yor needed to step up. She’d done her research. She’d prepared as best as she could. And now, here she was.

Setting down the tray at the table, Yor Forger… backs her ass, clad only in her pantyhose and panties, right back into Loid’s crotch. She immediately feels his bulge through his trousers, even though he’s unlikely to be that aroused. His sizable member is there all the same, and pressing into her buttocks, up the crack of her behind.

Loid stiffens and lets out a sharp exhalation of air, and Yor smiles as she shimmies her hips back and forth a bit. There, now he knew she was interested. All of the magazines she’d been able to get her hands on had told her she would need to wait a little while longer, maybe tease him in a few more ways that they had outlined, but then he would… take matters into his own hands.

For now? She’d made her intentions perfectly clear, and Yor was proud of herself for managing to keep her calm throughout this exercise. Straightening back up with a smug little smile on her face, the assassin leaves the tray on the table. She’s just about to leave the room, when something very startling happens.

“Eep!”

All of the sudden, Loid’s hands are on her chest! Yor’s face goes bright red, and the beautiful raven-haired woman goes absolutely still, as her fake but also real husband fondles her from behind. His big, strong, manly hands are all over her bosom, grabbing and squeezing her through the thick fabric of her red sweater.

The thing is, she’s not wearing anything underneath said sweater. Well… she’s not wearing anything that will actually hide anything, at least. Her nipples, for instance, are completely naked under the sweater, and as Loid fondles and gropes at her tits for what feels like an eternity but is in reality less than a minute, Yor’s nipples get very hard, very quick.

This… this wasn’t how things were supposed t-to go! She was supposed to have more time to prepare herself! Biting her lower lip, trying and failing to hold in a whimper that escapes from her tightly shut mouth, Yor wiggles in Loid’s grasp, torn between breaking free and fleeing the scene, and just letting it happen. In the end, she doesn’t really get the chance to do either.

Loid suddenly terminates his aggressive groping by finding her nipples under her sweater and giving them both a good, solid tug in either direction before letting go. A whimpering squeak leaves Yor’s lips, as her breasts bounce and jiggle beneath the sweater. With his hands no longer on her body, she could leave right then and there.

But as her legs shake and her knees quake… Yor doesn’t do that. Instead, she spins around to confront her husband, staring up into Loid’s eyes as he looks down at her. Her chest presses against his stomach, and she hovers there, not quite sure what to do next. He doesn’t seem to know what to do either… for a split second.

And then, those hands of his are back on her body, slipping down the back of her low-cut sweater, and grabbing hold of her pantyhose-clad ass and squeezing. Yor gasps, her blush intensifying as Loid looks down into her eyes for several long moments, seemingly stoic and completely unconcerned as he fondles her behind like… like it’s his.

And isn’t it? She’s his wife, after all. And if she wants to stay that way, she needs to show she can take care of her husband’s needs! P-Purely for the sake of appearances, o-of course! Now, none of the magazines had said things were going to go this fast... but at the same time, this was precisely the end goal she’d been hoping for. So really, could she truly complain?

Giving her ass cheeks a little tug and pull as well, just as he did with her breasts, Loid lets go after a moment before finally speaking in a low, rumbling growl.

“Bedroom. Now.”

Yor freezes and shivers as his tone reverberates through her. Then, without a word, she dips her head and shuffles out of the room, heading for the master bedroom. Loid doesn’t immediately follow, but that’s okay. It’ll give her time… time to prepare.

-x-X-x-

Loid Forger waits for his darling ‘sham wife’ to leave the room, before all but collapsing into his chair. For a moment, the blond super spy puts his face in his hands, not allowing himself a groan, but definitely allowing himself a moment to process the situation.

He’d heard about women like Yor, of course. Women who pushed the boundaries. He’d learned how to handle them, too. And as much as he couldn’t afford to get attached or anything like that… Yor was too important to his current life for him to push her away or kick her to the curb. Which meant he needed to handle these new… needs of hers.

Clearly, she’d only recently come to the realization that she was a sexual creature. It was probably his fault, even. That he’d awakened this in her… well, that much was obvious. Still, Loid had no choice. He needed to deal with this before it festered.

That was why he’d taken charge, so to speak. If she’d left the room after such an obvious tease without a response from him, she might have thought he didn’t actually feel anything for her. And he didn’t! Or rather… Yor was a very beautiful woman, to be sure. But Loid couldn’t allow himself to fall in love.

But sex didn’t have to be about love, right? It could be about other things. Like… like control. Loid needed to show Yor that he was in control, from start to finish. And he needed to do it soon. No… he needed to do it now.

Standing from the table, Loid grabs the bread roll off of the tray in front of him, and the glass of OJ. He stuffs the entire roll in his mouth and then downs the orange juice, using the liquid to get the bread down quicker. He… doesn’t touch the rest of the breakfast. Yor’s cooking skills are still a work in progress. But he’s going to need his strength, for what’s to come next.

Speaking of which, he’s put it off long enough. Loid quickly makes his way to the master bedroom, where he’s sent Yor. As he enters, he’s not surprised she’s waiting for him. He IS, however, surprised by how she’s dressed.

Sprawled out on the bed, clearly trying to look seductive and sultry and managing a more awkward, but still beautiful pose, is Yor in incredibly slutty lingerie. It’s all black straps across her body, except there are gaping openings for both her nipples and her crotch, exposing how aroused she currently is.

Of course, the moment he lays eyes on her, Yor loses what nerve she seems to have, and brings her hands up to cover her face in red-hot embarrassment. Tellingly, however, she doesn’t try to cover the rest of her body from view… and her legs in fact spread a little wider, to give him an even better look.

… Yes, it’s obvious that his wife, for all that she wasn’t really his wife, was in need of a firm hand. And so that was what Loid would have to do. For the sake of appearances, of course.

Steeling himself, the blond spy stalks forward towards the bed, beginning to remove his clothes as he goes.

-x-X-x-

She can’t believe how silly she’s acting! She’d stripped out of her sweater and pantyhose the moment she got back to the bedroom, aiming for full-blown seduction, just in case it wasn’t abundantly clear what she was offering him. Under her garments, she’d been wearing some strappy lingerie, the sort that didn’t cover up any of the unmentionables, but merely accentuated them instead.

And yet, the moment he’d stepped into the room, she’d lost her nerve! She half-expected him to tell her to get out, but when she finally took a chance to peek at him through her fingers, it was to find the man walking forward, pulling off his clothes. It was happening! It was r-really happening!

Yor’s breath hitches, as the mattress under her shifts with Loid’s added weight. When he climbs aboard, she freezes in place like a deer caught in headlights, until she feels his strong hands gently take hold of her own and pull them away from her face.

“Yor…”

Biting her lower lip, she looks up into his eyes… and goes with something one of her magazines suggested. It was the same one she got the teasing ideas from, so really, it should be the obvious conclusion, right?

“P-Please sir… please punish your naughty… naughty s-slut.”

The words feel weird, coming from her mouth. They feel almost foreign. And for a long moment, she fears she’s messed up, because Loid goes still. But then the moment passes, and he’s surging forward to kiss her deeply. Yor gasps, as she feels his strong lips smashing against her own. As she feels him taking control.

When they pull apart for air, he looks serious and nods.

“If that’s what you want… then alright.”

Before Yor can respond, one of his hands comes up and covers a breast. He presses his palm down directly into her sensitive, throbbing nipple, and a startled cry leaves her lips as she arches her back instinctively to meet his touch.

As he fondles her chest with the one hand, he grabs hold of his cock with the other… and brings it to her slit. Yor goes still, half-wanting to shout out that she’s not ready. But if not now… then when?

She’ll never have to find that out, because the answer is indisputably NOW. Loid’s member pushes into Yor and he takes her at long last in what should have been their marital bed all along. Sure, their marriage was only for show, but at the same time… something in Yor feels complete, once she has Loid buried inside of her.

And from the way he moves energetically, pushing deeper into her, pulling out, and then doing it all over again… she likes to think he agrees. The handsome, muscular blond man thrusts into Yor nonstop, and Yor… Yor can really only respond by wrapping her legs and arms around him in response and hanging on for dear life.

It would seem that the magazine had been right. She’d seriously pushed his buttons when she’d called him ‘sir’, hadn’t she? Moaning into his shoulder as he in turn groans into her ear, Yor’s eyes flutter, and her insides gush around the throbbing invader punishing them. This was good. This was… this was the best way to keep up appearances.

-x-X-x-

He never would have guessed Yor would be this kind of woman, but when she responds to his fast pace by wrapping her limbs around his body, it’s all but confirmed that this isn’t some sort of act. No, if she were just doing all this to placate him, then she wouldn’t be so excited, wouldn’t be so aroused. Loid was a professional liar, and a consummate one at that. He was also very good at discerning fact from fiction, or so he liked to think.

And one thing was for sure, at least in his eyes. Yor was not possibly equipped for pretending something of this magnitude. She had no clue how to even begin faking her enjoyment of something like this. That meant all of her reactions were completely real. This was what she wanted. This was HOW she wanted it.

There was just one small problem… Loid couldn’t afford to cum inside. In this, his pragmatism refused to let emotion get the better of him. He might be compromising himself in order to make sure Yor got what she needed, but there were limits… there had to be. And so, as she cries out and he feels her climaxing around his cock for the umpteenth time, Loid knows he needs to make a move and fast… because he’s getting close.

As Yor is in the midst of her latest orgasm, Loid grunts and abruptly pulls out of her. The raven-haired woman doesn’t even realize what’s happening until it’s too late, and he can only hope she won’t mind, as he straddles her belly, sticks his cock between her breasts and the straps holding them together, and proceeds to cum all over her face and upper chest.

Yor gasps and blushes as he coats her in his seed. When she looks up at him, Loid has his line carefully prepared already.

“This is your punishment for being a naughty slut, Yor. Don’t do it again.”

For a long moment, Yor just stares at him with wide eyes from under the curtain of cum he’s sprayed her with. Then, her eyes grow lidded and her tongue darts out to taste at the seed on her lips. When she answers him a moment later, Loid shudders at hearing the longing in her voice.

“Yes, sir. Of course… sir.”

Something tells him… she’ll DEFINITELY be doing this again. And truth be told? Loid doesn’t mind that as much as he would have thought.