Poll Winner: A Natural Attraction (Spy X Family) (Patreon)

I'm really sorry this took as long as it did, folks. My bad. I hope you're all doing well.

Also edited the prompt a bit just to make some scenes a little easier to write. Hopefully that's okay with you all. Thank you again for your patience. 

Spy x Family: To assassinate her next target, Yor must disguise herself as a prostitute and flirt with a sleazy, rich, fat bastard. Her mission is simple. Assassinate the ugly pervert, but there's something about his cock that dominates her mind. What she doesn't know is that Loid is disguised as that fat bastard, and he can't stop himself from fucking a beautiful whore (who is Yor). Includes: Comedy, Fat Bastard (kinda), and dom/sub

000

Yor was an assassin. Trained for years to hunt down and eradicate her target. The number of dead men behind her could cover a street. She knew who she was and what her mission was. That was why, when she was handed the file on Boris Egorov, she knew she would feel little taking the life of the old, sexist bastard.

The target wasn’t much to speak about. He was a fat, balding oaf of a man. His features reminded her of a pig, with a large gut and small, flat nose on his face. Fat weighed on his cheeks, and a beardless face revealed his disgusting, oily skin.

Then she did a little more research, and this old man quickly became a more… difficult target. The man was only ever found in two places. His home, which was a fortress so well guarded that even Yor would struggle to get inside… and a brothel.

Yor remembered her face turning red as she learned more about this man. Apparently, despite his ugly appearance, he was quite popular with women. His list of lovers was a mile long, and she quietly wondered if other women truly found this type of man attractive.

The more she researched this target, the clearer her path became. Though she hated to admit it, she was beginning to realize that she had only one way of reaching her target.

His home was too well defended, and he never left without several bodyguards watching his back, but there was one small gap of time where he was defenseless.

Yor felt shame for even coming up with the strategy, but what choice did she have?

Part of her had hoped things would change. True, her marriage to Loid was one of convenience, but… the fingers she had for her family lit a fire within her. The married life was nice, and her bond with Loid, well…

A marriage was supposed to mean something. It meant she could stay at home, clean, cook, and focus on being a good mother and wife to her new family…

Going undercover at a brothel to seduce a target was the exact opposite of what a good wife would do, but Yor had a job to do.

She would make it, and Boris’ death, as painless as possible.

000

Yor wasn’t much of an actress. She could lie, after all, she kept her true profession a secret from her dear husband and daughter, but not telling the truth and acting like a different person were two different things.

Pretending to be a prostitute was… degrading, to say the least, but Yor did her best. Her black dress was revealing enough that just bringing it to the brothel allowed her to blend in.

She was a little ashamed that her favorite dress made her look like a whore, apparently, but she’d do something about that later. For now, she slipped into the brothel and took in her surroundings.

This place used to be a hotel, apparently. The place was well furnished, with a bar by the front entrance and a charming, rustic sense of decoration as men and women had their fun.

Scantily clad women flirting with rich men. The aroma of sweat, drugs, and… other illicit substances were heavy in the air. She could hear giggling, moaning, and the raunchy deals various groups were making with one another as they exchanged pleasantries.

She counted herself lucky that no one was having sex in the middle of the well-furnished inn. Apparently Boris did that last week. She’d like to avoid that scenario.

She didn’t speak to anyone. She kept her distance with icy glares and subtle footwork. She moved around others, before eventually she saw him. Her target quickly noticed her, though, turning his gaze to stare into her eyes.

His icty blue eyes stared at her, and she felt something in her chest she had never experienced before.

A fire. A warmth within her heart that left her on edge. Her eyes darted around the room, desperate to avoid his gaze, and yet she found herself draw back to them. His eyes stared at her, picking her apart as she felt a tightness in her chest.

She took a deep breath, which lifted her breasts up slightly, before she sighed, and her breasts lowered back down. He held up a single hand, aimed at her, and with a simple wave, beckoned her over.

The fat bastard thought he could so easily seduce her. It was disgusting, but… Yor had a mission to do, so she went along with it. She walked forward, swaying her hips side to side, letting her breasts jiggle with her every step as she licked her ruby lips.

Get him alone. Kill him quickly. Why was she so nervous? Why was she so hot? She bit her lower lip, and marched forward.

000

The mission had been simple. Loid would impersonate Boris Egorov, sneak into his private room, plant some bugs, and then leave.

All without fucking some cheap whore.

Loid didn’t like the mission, just like how he didn’t enjoy wearing this mask and fat suit he was stuffed in. The latest technology, he was told. The fat suit would give him the body of Boris, feel just like the real thing, and he could even feel the touch of another like it was his skin they were touching.

All facts Loid hated.

It didn’t help that Boris was a very unattractive man. Yet somehow the bastard was able to attract at least one woman every night.

A riddle for the ages, but not not one Loid could ponder at the moment. He just wanted to get to his private suite.

“Hey, boss, where you going? Ain’t ya gonna pick one floozy?” one of his guards asked.

“Not tonight,” Loid replied with a deep grunt, impersonating Boris perfectly.

His guards laughed at the reply, which wasn’t a good sign. “Ha! Good one, boss.”

“Yeah, you never go to the suite without picking up at least one slut.”

“Yeah, remember that time he fucked a dozen chicks at once?”

The men laughed as Loid rolled his eyes. He knew this wasn’t going to be easy. Maybe he could get the woman drunk on some cheap booze and just leave her to sleep it off while he worked the room. He joined in the laughter, briefly, before speaking.

“You got me. I’ll pick a whore, you just stay out of my way while I screw her brains out.” The guards nodded their heads as Loid quickly scanned the room.

Had to find someone he wouldn’t catch anything from if things got… intense.

One woman stood out. A dark-haired woman with piercing red eyes, and a curvaceous body. Wide hips, large breasts that she seemed eager to display, and a tight, black dress that accented her already impressive curves.

What shocked Loid was how close she resembled Yor, but it couldn’t be her. The way she stood, the way she moved, it was all so different than his wife. He tried to look away, but his eyes betrayed him, and his guards noticed his lingering gaze.

“Oh, yeah. She’s hot, boss. Want us to grab her?”

“N-no,” Loid quickly muttered, before he held up his hand and tried to stutter out a command. His mouth failed him, like his eyes, and so all he could do was wave her over… and she obeyed with swaying hips and a lick of her plump lips.

Loid was sweating under his damn suit and mask…

The woman approached him, and with a coy smile, she lifted her hand up to touch his cheek. He actually felt it, as if her hand was on his skin. Her fingers were so soft as Loid tried to maintain his composure.

“May I help you, Master?” she purred, and Loid felt a stirring in his loins. His crotch pressed against the inside of the fat suit, and the material actually seemed to bend around his cock, letting it press against the inside of his pants.

His eyes shot open, but he quickly hid it with a smile. Whoever made this damn suit was going to die, he swore…

“Come with me… Slut.” He lightly smacked her ass, and the woman trembled. Her legs quivered under her as her eyes lingered on his.

“As you wish…”

000

“Would you like something to drink?” Loid asked, once they were in the room together.

Yor sat on the bed, her mind still hazy from his touch earlier. She felt short of breath, her mind lost to a fog as those eyes hung in her mind. Those handsome, charming, icy blue eyes…

“I-I’d love some.” Probably not a good idea to drink on the job, but before she could take it back, he brought her a glass. She took it with a nod and downed it, still staring into his eyes as he smiled down at her.

“You look tired. Maybe you should lay down. Get some rest,” he commented, and she shook her head.

“N-no. I can’t sleep, I…” The whiskey was already having an effect on her. She was in her right mind, but it was hazy. She let out a quiet sigh as he walked away from her, staring at his things.

Was his room more impressive than hers? She felt so lost without his eyes. Without his voice… She shook her head. “No.” She stood up as he had his back to her, ignoring her as she moved closer. “I think it’s time you gave me… What I want…” She licked her lips as Loid quietly cursed this annoying whore.

He didn’t want to hurt her, but he had to finish his mission.

Meanwhile, Yor produced one of her knives behind her back.

“May I have the honor of-?” Loid turned around, and moved to shoo the woman away, but she was so close that their lips ended up meeting.

A kiss.

Their first kiss as a married couple, though neither realized that. Their lips met and both were overcome by a dark tingle in their bodies. A flicker of a flame that grew, consuming their hearts like an inferno.

Yor felt passion in the kiss. A natural attraction that drove her to deepen it. She pushed her head forward, kissing this disgusting man as her body quivered. Her legs were shaking again. Not again. Why?

She fell forward, and he caught her. Like some knight in shining armor, he held her in his arms, gently pressing his lips against hers. His eyes peered into her own as her will crumbled and she began to realize just what those other women found so attractive about Boris.

Loid, meanwhile, was taken back by the soft lips of the woman. She didn’t… feel like some cheap whore. She felt like a beautiful, honest soul. She felt like a kindred spirit, and when she fell, he caught her.

Their lips were still pressed together as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight as his cock brushed against her thigh. She moaned at the touch, and he did the same. Her leg brushed against his cock again as Yor found herself plagued by physical desires she had never experienced before.

She kissed him again, pushing her tongue into his mouth. How did such an ugly man have such soft lips? How did his tongue make sparks in her mind?

This was wrong. She was married. Loid never touched her like this, though. She moaned as Boris’ hands grabbed her ass, squeezing it as her own tits pressed against his chest.

“Fuck me.” The words escaped her mouth, and she felt shame for even uttering them. That shame only grew as Boris cracked her heart.

“I-I shouldn’t,” he squeaked.

“Please,” she whimpered, kissing his neck, and dragging her tongue against his cheek. “Please. Fuck me.”

“I-” Loid had never been tortured like this before. A punch, a beating, even starvation. That he had endured well enough, but this? The kiss of a gorgeous woman, one that stole his breath away…

His mind told him no, but his throbbing cock urged him forward. He thought of Yor, and their sacred bound. He couldn’t cheat on her with this random whore. H-he couldn’t. He-

Yor dropped her knife without a second thought. Neither noticed as they continued to make out with one another. She pulled away from him suddenly, only to grab her clothes and tear at them like a feral beast.

The shreds of her dress fell to the ground as Yor’s naked breasts and moist pussy was exposed to the man before her. “Fuck. Me,” she pleaded, and the man felt his mind surrender to his desires…

What happened next was a blur to the two. Loid found himself thanking the maker of the fat suit in the back of his mind. When his pants came down, his cock came out. All his, and by the looks of it, this whore was impressed.

Yor was shocked by the monsterous cock in front of her. So veiny. Thick. It left her heart racing as she fell back onto the bed, spreading her legs as this mammoth of a man panted for air. He climbed on top of her, nearly crushing her under his weight, though Yor found him much lighter than one would expect. Soft. Amazing. She breathed in his intoxicating scent as he kissed her exposed neck.

He bit her, and she moaned at the pain. He suckled on the flesh, licking her scarlet skin as his cock slowly pushed deeper inside of her. She moaned loudly, her mouth hanging open as her tongue licked the empty air. Her eyes rolled into her head as she felt his cock fill her, before he slid back, and then back inside of her.

More inches filled her with each thrust, pumping into her as she began to pant and moan. This fat bastard had just deflowered her, and now he was tainting her with his impure precum. It felt so wrong to give herself to such an ugly, horrible man, but… but when she stared into those eyes, she couldn’t help herself.

He kissed her once more and she moaned into his mouth, wrapping his arms around her as the bed rocked beneath them. They kept at it, their hips moving in sync with one another as they moaned and mewled against the other.

His cock felt amazing inside of her. His lips felt so damn good. Her mind was breaking as he dominated her body, filling her with his saliva and precum. She could feel his cock throbbing inside of her as her body was lit aflame with desire and pleasure…

As for Loid, he couldn’t believe how tight this slut’s pussy was. He couldn’t believe how she kissed. How his mind was succumbing to this depraved pleasure. He had a mission to do, but this whore’s pussy wrapped tightly around his cock.

He groaned loudly, shaking as he continued to fuck her. He pressed the tip of his dick against the entrance to her womb, and her fingers clawed at his back. The fat suit actually kept him from bleeding, honestly.

“Master! Master! Mas-tah! Ahhh!” Yor came on this fat bastard’s cock, and her pussy tightened around his shaft. It squeezed down on the member as he came inside of her, filling her pussy with his seed as the two kissed once more, tongues wrestling with one another.

She could feel his thick cum filling, tainting her insides as her body went limp. He puled out of her, rolling onto his back as more of his cum dripped out of her pussy. Neither said anything as they laid there, staring up at the roof while trying to capture their breath.

Loid was beating himself up. How could he be so stupid?! So unfaithful?! He was endangering the entire mission by-

The woman rolled onto her side, staring at him, and he was lost in her ruby eyes. He gulped, staring back at her as her hand gently stroked his chest.

“A-are you okay…?” Shit, he didn’t know her name. “Slut?”

Yor felt guilt. She felt horrible guilt for her actions, but this was still one of the greatest moments of her life, and when the man called her a slut, she felt a rush of excitement in her pussy.

She wanted to feel this mad euphoria again as she leaned in close and gently kissed Boris’ cheeks.

“I want more… Master.”

000

The next day, Yor and Loid both felt fatigued and exhausted. Neither said anything as they quietly ate breakfast together. Anya was already off at school, leaving them in an awkward silence.

Loid’s mind was on his own failure. He didn’t plant any of the bugs he was meant to, meaning he’d have to sneak in again… Would he see her again? Could he resist her beauty? He didn’t even know her name…

Meanwhile, Yor was trying to ignore her own demons. How could she betray her bond with Loid? Even now, she wanted to feel Boris’ cock pounding her pussy, making love to her, throwing her over the edge into another wild climax…

“How’s breakfast, Yor?”

“G-good.” She ate her food quietly, avoiding Loid’s gaze as she felt her heart race.

Next time she saw Boris, would she be able to resist his icy, blue eyes?