Loid Forger
Your relationship with Twilight should have stayed professional.
From day one of Operation Stix, complication after complication had continuously appeared in the path of WISE's plans. From Twilight's dilemma of having to find a 'wife' to the overly privileged parents of the well-off children at Eden Academy scrutinizing every syllable of his carefully constructed lies, there wasn't a moment for anyone to relax. Even with the higher-ups, where you often found yourself as the right-hand of the Director, there was this tense layer of fear that none of them wanted to acknowledge. Of course, they had given this operation to their most trusted operative, but there was still the smallest chance of failure. All this tension was not good for everyone's health. Especially Twilight himself, who you often found yourself observing while performing your duties for the Director. Many of your duties were simple ones, considering you were not one of the top Operatives; you delivered items that needed to be delivered, checked in on operations as they were progressing, and often were you the unofficial consultant on how to keep sane during these interesting times. While you were not a professional Psychologist by any means, you had gone to a university before WISE had snatched you up like some kind of prize. You weren't licensed nor recognized by any board anywhere, but you knew more than most of the men in WISE and that had put you on some type of pedal stool. Why, you would never know, considering all you really did for them was tell them what they should try to do in hopes of finding temporary peace during these harsh times. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't, but every time they came to you as though you were some type of miracle worker.
All except Twilight.
You both had exchanged words in the past. You've delivered him items for his operations time and time again. You had even been tasked with peeking in on him from time to time during his most recent operation, posing as his distant cousin who had been separated from him due to the current events. Having been trained in the art of deceit, much like all operatives in WISE, you took up the role easily in front of his 'daughter' and 'wife', both of which you found yourself growing fond of despite knowing the complications that could come from that. Still, every time you visited you brought a gift for Anya (usually in the form of a toy from the spy show she had found herself attached to) and often offered to take Yor out into town (where you were given the chance to question her how things were from her perspective). You found yourself visiting more and more as Operation Stix progressed, oftentimes finding yourself there almost every weekend. Twilight himself didn't entirely approve at first, insisting your constant visits put an unnecessary strain on the lies he had spun between the two before him. While you knew that wasn't the entire truth, you didn't push your visits until the Director had insisted you keep a record on Twilight. This operation was of highest priority and, while he believed in the agent he send in, he also knew Twilight wasn't one to easily accept help. And with the stress this operation must be putting on him, you could only assume he was facing the world on his shoulders right now.
That's why you approached him with a simple offer; to relieve him of stress.
It had once again been the suggestion of the Director to help Twilight's mental state during this operation. You were to 'make sure his mind wasn't too flooded with thoughts' though what you were expected to do was left entirely up to you. At first, you had approached with the offer of moving in temporarily to help with the pressure of the operation and caring for Anya and Yor, considering both seemed to need help in their own way. Twilight had immediately shot you down on that offer, so you offered your services in another way. Despite not being an operative who would go out into the field often, you still had enough training to perform tasks that could help influence Anya's school life or their own standing in the community. However, Twilight deemed it too much of a risk and shot you down once more. Every option you gave to him he shot down without a second thought, squashing any chance you were offering to relieve the stress he surely must be feeling. Despite him trying to tell you he wasn't bothered at all during this operation, you could see otherwise. The wrinkles on his face darkened as the days passed. Marks under his eyes tried to appear despite his willpower and slip-ups were starting to occur in the way he spoke. With all of your options shot down and Twilight appearing as though he was one final mistake away from blowing everything, you decided to lay all of your cards down on the table.
Sex.
In WISE, it was not out of the ordinary to do what one could to get information out of someone. When you were in an operation of some kind that involved relationships being formed, you were expected to give up your body to make sure the operation would be completed without issues. There had been times you found yourself giving pleasure to someone else to help relieve them. To you, it was just another job.
But to Twilight, this wasn't just another job.
He had to be expected to do the same, of course, but he had never shared the thought of having that type of intimacy with someone else in the agency. A lone face in the crowd who he could eventually forget about as he moved on to the next role in his life? Simple for him. This? With the added fact he would still have contact with you in some shape or form, he found himself hesitating the moment you had suggested it to him in the privacy of his own bedroom. The offer itself wasn't unreasonable; sex offered a release that research showed improved overall performance in day-to-day tasks. Stress had definitely been building on his shoulders and, while he wanted to pretend he wasn't considering it, he really knew this was what he needed. While Yor was his 'wife' for this operation, he could never ask her to do those types of things if she wasn't comfortable. Had she approached him at any point, he would have agreed to it in hopes of strengthening their 'marriage' and bond to keep appearances up. But she had not given him such an offer and here you were, someone he wasn't ashamed to admit was attractive in his own gaze offering their body to his free use to help him release stress.
"Fine." The shock in your gaze as you sat at the edge of the bed must have been obvious as he continued almost immediately. "But we're doing what I say during this." It sounded very clinical, as though he was about to lead you into a warehouse filled with typical bad guys to fight. You simply nodded at his terms, watching how he made a move to turn the lock on his door. The click echoed through the empty housing, which made you very grateful that Anya and Yor had left the home at your own suggestion to visit a fair in town. They would be safe without Twilight around. One of Twilight's own associates had tagged along with them at the last-minute request. This left you both at least an hour of alone time together, maybe even longer if the trio stretched out their activities.
Plenty of time to assist him.
Twilight watched you for several seconds to see what move you would make next. But, when you didn't seem to move from your seated position at the edge of the bed, he took the initiative and approached you in four large steps, suddenly very aware of how much he truly needed this. Already, just from the thoughts of what he was wanting to do to you in this bed that had seen no use had him twitching in interest, heart picking up speed until he was releasing short eager breaths above you. Still, despite the obvious excitement that had suddenly appeared in the normally unbothered man, you remained calm before him, waiting for directions. Twilight seemed to ponder what it was he wanted at this moment. Did he want to take your mouth first? Keep you where you were with his cock buried as far down into your throat as possible? Or did he want to have you thrown back into the bed, legs spread open as he devoured you and all you had to offer for him? No, he knew what he wanted when he spared one more glance at the calm disposition on your face.
He wanted to see you in pleasure.
Carefully, he sat at the edge of the bed you were also seated on, one of his legs brushing against your own as he made himself comfortable with his legs partially open. You watched until he motioned with two fingers for you to come over to him. At first, you stood, thinking you knew exactly what he wanted. That is until his hands caught you around your waist before you could drop to your knees and pulled you forward, skirt riding up slightly as your underwear-covered core pressed against the warmth of his clothed thigh. Despite knowing the activity you had signed up for, the surprised gasp that left your lips was unintentional. Your hands grabbed at his outer jacket immediately to steady yourself as those same hands curved to touch the lower of your back and top of your ass, holding you firmly in place. He didn't move at first. No, he just allowed you to sit there, feeling exposed despite being fully dressed as he looked at the thighs that spilled out over the tops of your stockings. Another twitch in his own pants and he was spurred into action.
"I want you to make yourself cum on my leg." He was blunt as ever despite how low he kept his voice. It was as if he was still afraid someone else in the house or even outside might be aware of just what was happening in this room. You, however, weren't as caring as the blush immediately peaked on your cheeks, lighting up in a bright flare of embarrassment as you found yourself only able to nod at the command. Twilight stared, waiting before you made the first, uncertain movement. While you have had your share of romps in the past, most if not nearly all of them had been about bringing the other person pleasure to finish the activity. Of course, there was always the chance you might find your own end which was a bonus of sorts, but that was never your goal. The goal was to finish the operation. You getting pleasure wasn't the way to achieve it. Yet, here Twilight was, still waiting as you awkwardly rolled your hips, definitely not used to doing that movement for your own pleasure. The first few rolls felt unnatural at first, causing a small ache in your own thighs until you adjusted yourself in his grip, tucking your legs tighter under your knees. Then, as though like magic, the next roll of your hips sent a spark of...something puling through you. It stunned you enough that you paused, another gasp threatening to fall out as your eyes widened at the shocking pleasure you had experienced there. Twilight continued to watch in silent admiration until he noticed the dumbfounded look on your face at the pleasure you were causing yourself.
"What?" He asked, voice still so low and secretive and directly in your ear. "Have you never done this for yourself before? Do you not touch yourself? Humped a pillow because you were so frustrated? No?" You were shaking your head as he spoke, eyes nearly closing as you seemed to finally find a rhythm to follow. The constant sparks of pleasure were easing into a thrumming hum of enjoyment from the friction of your underwear dragging just over your covered clit. Every drag and pull you caused as you pushed yourself forward and back pulled out another type of noise that varied from a gasp to a mewl. It was soft, at first, just falling out of your mouth without warning as your thighs tightened when the pleasure sparked too much at once. You weren't even aware of the noises you were making at first until Twilight's grip tightened.
"Listen to those noises you're making." He whispered, voice still maintaining the same calmness as before despite how hard his grip had gotten. "I wonder what other noises I can get you to make before you even take your clothes off." The heated tone of the threatening promise was enough to drag out something louder than the mewls you had been making. The moan that bounced in the bedroom made you very thankful you had convinced the others to leave the home for the day or else you would be having some explaining to be doing. More moans would fall after that one as you picked up speed, hips gyrating in a needy motion that grew faster and faster from the desperation building. It hadn't been long since you last had sex, but it had been forever since you had felt your own release. Even longer since someone else had cared about bringing you to it enough to do something like this. Twilight brought one hand off of you, curling it down to brush fingers past the underwear that covered you only to discover just how soaked you were. He had been aware you were dripping based on how soaked his pants' leg had grown. Still, he didn't expect to be flooded by thick juices that coated his fingers instantly. The puffy lips parted with little to no resistance at his touch as he curved in search of the very bud of nerves you had been desperately stimulating.
You nearly screamed when he swiped his fingertips across it.
Whatever pattern you had going before faltered until you were just desperately humping against his leg, head falling forward into his shoulder as he supported you completely. Every thrust you gave his fingers would swipe your clit, circling it as much as possible with all the movement you were performing. Your hands desperately grabbed at his back for stability at your wild movements, nails digging through his clothes to leave marks along his spine. The sharp breath he released was followed by a muffled groan as he tucked his own head down. With his mouth hovering just over your shoulder and ear, he began to whisper hotly against you.
"Cum." One word he repeated over and over again like a mantra. Each time it was spoken the coil of heated pleasure locking up deep inside you spun more and more, twisting and tightening until the pressure reached a breaking point. Twilight felt the moment you orgasmed. Your legs tightened uncontrollably, hips locking into place in tiny sporadic thrusts in some instinctual, desperate attempt to drag out the release as long as possible. Your release coated his hand as he proceeded to assist you, fingers rubbing slow, gentle circles around your clit as it pulsed, milking every twitch and loud cry until he felt you start to shrivel up against him. And even then, as you curled into him in some attempt to hide away and catch your breath, did he not stop, fingers continuously rubbing until you were begging him to stop. The pleasure had already grown too much too fast, though, and in mere minutes of your first explosive orgasm were you thrusting against his thigh once more, head falling back as Twilight resumed his demands of your release. Barely through the haze of pleasure did you realize what you had signed up for at this moment entirely. As he forced a second orgasm to tear from your horribly spasming body as you muffled your screams into his chest in hopes of not alerting the neighbors, Twilight made his intentions for the next hour very obvious in a final, hissed phrase.
"I want you to make yourself cum on my leg over and over until you can't even remember why you're here. Then I'm going to fuck you until I've cum just as much." The noise that followed was easily swallowed up by yours as the hand on your lower back began to guide you while the other one resumed its leisurely touches on your oversensitive bundle. With no break in sight, you couldn't help but dig your nails once more into him and cling to him in desperation for both more and the end to come as the pleasure began to cloud your mind once more.
You'd make a note when you could properly think to thank the Director later on for being so insistent that you help Twilight relieve his stress.