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bisexual-horror-fan · 27 days ago

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"Last Christmas." Gus X FEM! AFAB! Reader.

Well, hey and a Merry Christmas! So three years ago, I wrote this fic with Gus from The Ref (1994) and at the end of said fic I said he would come back three years later, and so I made a big effort to get this out and here it is! My favourite guy from my favourite Christmas movie deserves more porn of him. Not much else to say, but I hope you all enjoy this!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 5K. Gus X FEM! AFAB Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings. Fuck Buddies. Lack Of Feelings. This Is Just About Fucking. Some Movie Call Backs. Banter. Taunting. Teasing. Blow Job. Oral Sex. Extreme Need. Frustrated Reader. Masturbation Mention. Cunnilingus. Multiple Orgasms. Make Shift Gag. Raw Sex. (Kind Of Forced) Cream Pie. Squirting. Mild Degradation. Dirty Talk. Some Praise.

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It seems at this time of year you never really stop thinking about him. Your mind kept being drawn back to him, I mean, how could it not? He gave you the best and most memorable holiday season you’d ever had. He had a massive effect not just on your life but your family’s life. Everyone seemed to be much better off from that random Christmas he ended up stumbling into the mess that was your family onward.

Some might call you stupid or silly for clinging onto that night years later, but hey, it isn’t like it took up your whole life, it just became another part of the holidays. Some people baked cookies, some people watched stacks of Christmas movies, and you would masturbate in the pantry he fucked you in while threatening you with a gun. Tradition is tradition, whether wholesome or filthy.

You never thought you would ever see him again after he left, and you had accepted it, that was fine, if anything it made the time you shared better? More special. Because it was so brief and so fleeting, the nature of the season itself, here then gone in a flash.

So when he showed up unexpectedly, gifts in hand, snow on his shoulders, three years after that Christmas you met him, you were shocked but also unbelievably happy. Even though you tried not to show it, that massive grin on your face gave it away, before you could even consider mentally scolding yourself for it, in a surprising turn of events he returned the smile, what he said however was the biggest shock of all, “I was hoping you’d be here.”

You weren’t sure what to say, you had thought about this moment plenty, but it was actually happening?

Caroline called, “Who’s at the door?” She walked up behind you as she said, “You’re letting all the cold in-Oh!” Just like you, she froze, utterly shocked to see him standing there. There was a beat until he spoke up.

“Heya Caroline.” He greeted, adjusting the gifts stacked in his arms, a somewhat annoyed expression but a half smile all the same, “You gonna let me in or do I just get to freeze my ass off on the porch?”

She jumped into action then, “God, uh I’m sorry, sorry Gus, of course, come on in.” The door pulled as wide as possible to let him inside, and you reached out, “Here, let me take those off your hands.”

He passed them off as he said, “Thanks, we don’t want a repeat, huh?”

The memory of him saving you from almost dropping a pile of gifts is one that you couldn’t purge from your mind no matter what, it was the first time he touched you after all. Caroline took his coat and scarf, she stepped away to put them in the closet, and you joked, “What, you don’t want me touching you? Ouch, Gus.”

A small scoff as he says quietly, wiping off his shoes, “Never said that, just maybe not in the doorway with her-” A gesture of his head, a glance to Caroline halfway in the closet, voice dropping lower, “- approximately six feet away.”

“Fair.” You conceded and turned with a coy smile, starting to head into the living room to drop the gifts under the tree, and he followed you into the living room where Lloyd and Jesse were, the older of the two glanced up and choked on the glass of eggnog currently at his lips.

Prompting the younger man begin to ask, “Jesus, what’s your problem, dad-” until Jesse followed his gaze to find where he was looking, “Holy shit! Gus?!”

“Jesse! Language.” Caroline scolded as she came into the room, and you laughed, “He’s eighteen, calm down, also, rich coming from you of all people.”

“Yeah, seriously, I’d be shocked if the first thing outta his mouth as a baby wasn’t a swear word.” Gus quipped and after the gifts he brought were under the tree, and you all sat down you finally got an explanation as to why he was back. You were all insanely curious, didn’t he make a clean get away with that big score? Why wasn’t he on the beach in some other country, away from the slush, ice and snow?

He confessed that he did in fact get away, did just as he wanted to, and it was great. You asked if he ran out of money or something, and he laughed that off, “Hardly.”

So the question remained, why was he here?

Apparently the time off and the relaxation was great, but he had some “business to attend to” back on this side of the world, so here he was. “And all this business is legal, I assume?”

Lloyd’s question was met with Gus saying sharply with a smile and raised eyebrows, “As far as you’re concerned, Lloyd, yes, it is.”

The way he said his name almost made you snort.

“So what are we? Just your safe house when you’re doing crime?” Caroline asked, and he said, “What you didn’t miss me? Isn’t any excuse to see me good enough?”

“Yeah Caroline, c’mon, whatever the reason you should let him stay. Especially after all he did for you guys.” You pleaded and Jesse then cut in, “Yeah, mom, crime or not, it’s the holidays, isn’t it all about giving and letting others into your-our-home?”

She relented, throwing her hands up, “Okay, okay! Yes, welcome Gus, we are about to have dinner, I assume you want to join us?”

“Oh, I don’t want to impose-” He started, and you leaned closer as you cut in and said quietly, “I helped her cook this year.”

He responded as he got up, hands clapping together, “Well it’d be rude not to, right?”

The meal this year was much, much more traditional fare, and it was significantly more enjoyable without a burning wreath on your head as it was the last time Gus was present. The meal was so peaceful in comparison to the first time he was here with you, it was like night and day. It had to be the nicest meal you ever had at their house, by the end of it you were full and felt light, a little tipsy admittedly from the wine, and you all got up, most of the dishes were done earlier. Once the dinner plates were dropped in the sink to soak, you started to head into the living room, dessert, coffee, drinks to be had and after that you would open up those aforementioned gifts.

A hand on your wrist stopped you, and a turn of your head had you looking over your shoulder to see Gus right there. You had been looking at him a lot over dinner, still in disbelief he was here, and now he was touching you. Cheeks feel hot, and your eyes dropped momentarily to the new point of contact before shooting back up, asking, “Yeah, Gus?”

A small cock of his head in the direction of the front door, “I’m going out for an after dinner smoke, wanna join me?”

Dear God yes.

You and he are on the front porch two minutes later. You were both in your coats and boots, you stood next to him as he was lighting up.

It’s quiet, dark, the snow was falling slowly, it was pretty and picturesque, you think it could make for a very pretty Christmas card.

You speak up, saying honestly, “I’m glad you’re here.”

That seemed to surprise him a little, he made you wait, exhaled that first lungful of smoke out, head turning to look at you before he spoke, “Really?”

You glance over, a shrug of your shoulders, hands slipping into your pockets to shield them from the cold as you say, “Yeah. Weird as it may be. I missed you, Gus.”

He laughed, the hand that wasn’t holding his cigarette coming up and rubbing over his forehead, “Oh my God, this family…”

He fully turns to face you better, and you do the same as you say, “I mean it. Life has gotten a lot better since you visited. You saved their marriage, Jesse turned himself around, we haven’t seen Rose since that Christmas, everything’s just better, you did that!”

That seemed to shock him further, his expression turning thoughtful as he absorbed what you said, another inhale before responding, “No shit.”

“Yes shit!” You respond with a grin, “And Lloyd’s brother has a spine and Connie isn’t as much of a bitch, it’s crazy.”

It’s quiet again for a moment, and you break the tension as you ask, “So, what gifts did you get for all of us?”

“I ain’t spilling. You gotta wait.” He tells you with a grin, you sigh out, “Tease.”

“Says the one in the mini-skirt. Seriously, you didn’t know I was coming, you wear that kinda thing around your family?” He taunts, and you laugh, “So you were looking! And I look good, and you know it!”

You speak again before he can, feeling bold from the wine earlier, you tell him, “You know you inspired a new Christmas tradition for me too.”

“And what’s that?” He seemed curious, especially as you stepped closer, almost pressed to him, and you confess, “I might relive some old memories in the pantry after everyone else goes to bed on Christmas Eve.”

His lips part and you made him speechless for once. You take advantage of this. Your hands reach out, fingers grip the sleeves of his jacket, and you rock forward in your boots, leaning up you press a kiss to his lips. Warmth blooms in you at the contact, you taste some of the leftover drink from dinner and the smoke, you linger in it for a moment. Your tongue passes over his bottom lip, the groan that leaves him is near inaudible, and you break away too quickly for his liking, before he can attempt to return your affection. Feet flat once more, and you tell him, “I’m interested in making some new ones if you are. After everyone else has gone to bed? Meet me in the living room.”

You leave him out there in the snow with his half smoked cigarette, with a smear of your lip gloss on his mouth.

When he returned he had wiped the lip gloss off but you still smiled even without the physical evidence lingering behind because at least you knew it had been there even if it was for a short time.

Dessert and coffee were good. Aunt Caroline had gotten you a nice bottle of wine, uncle Lloyd gifted you a painting for your apartment from the antique shop, Jesse had gone out of his way to frame a very nice photo he had taken of you at a family get together a while ago. You open up the gift Gus had gotten you last, a nice refillable silver zippo lighter, you click it open and light it on the first try. It had your name engraved on it, you didn’t smoke, but it was a very nice gift, and it was undeniably him. Anytime you used it, you would think of him. You thanked him sincerely.

Talking stretched for around an hour after the gifts were all opened.

The guest room opposite yours was made up for Gus, you waited all of twenty minutes after everyone had gone to bed before scurrying downstairs to the living room.

You weren’t left waiting long.

You hadn’t even heard him on the stairs, which makes sense, career criminal, experienced robber, of course he can move through a house a night silently without issue. He rounds the corner and comes in to see you sitting in the armchair by the fireplace.

“Hey.” You greet quietly, and he returns it as he comes over, he walks without hurry. When he is close enough, standing over you he starts, “So when you said you relive those old memories in the pantry-”

You cut in, “I mean I have one hand over my mouth and one in my panties, I bury two fingers in my cunt and I grind my desperate clit against the palm of my hand until I cum myself stupid up against the shelving.”

You had used the time in your room to change, gotten into a robe, you untied the sash at your waist and pulled the garment open, showing off the obscene matching lace set that doesn't cover much of anything.

You confess further, “And yes, I'm thinking of you threatening me the entire time you that I do.”

He sits down on the couch across from your chair, and he says, “You know, you are right, it's totally different here, everyone has their shit together, not fighting all the time, it's been great, but still it's good to know that some things never change.”

You know you are being set up but you ask, “And what hasn't changed?”

“You. Particularly you being totally depraved.”

You laugh quietly, “I am glad I could provide some comfort of familiarity.”

You both stare each other down for a moment, this time he breaks the silence, his tone striking a balance between intrigue and disbelief, “Have I really been your fucking masturbation fuel for the past three years?”

You scoff, “Not the whole three years, just around the holidays, particularly when I'm here. It's impossible not to think about that night when you left such an impression.”

He seemed very amused by the idea, he asked next, “So you said you wanted to make some new memories?”

“Definitely.” You tell him with a confident nod and he leans back, gesturing with his hand before crossing his arms, a simple nod downwards, “Why don't you crawl on over here and show me just how much you want to.”

You do as he asked, your arms slip out of the robe as your knees hit the carpet and you start to crawl over to him. You feel excited, wondering if you are really about to do this, suck his dick in the middle of the living room, where it would be so easy for someone to walk in on and you know that yes, you are going to.

Right in front of him you place your hands on his knees and spread them, nudging yourself between his thighs. He remained dressed, didn't bother changing as you trail your hands up, beginning to fuss with his belt, you don't have to rush the same way as before and that holds a certain element of excitement.

You get his belt and pants open, you tug them down and soon the thick, flushed, cock that you've been lusting over this holiday season is back in your view. A lick over your lips, one hand slips off his hip and wraps around the base of his shaft, you lean in and run your tongue in a swirling motion over the head of his dick, and you hear him inhale sharply. The taste is better than you remember, salt and tang on your pallet, you hum, eyes falling closed, you sink forward, drawing the head into your mouth. You suck, flick your tongue over the tip and sink down further, a hum as you pull back again, you are losing yourself in the joy of the act of servitude when he laughs lightly, sounding just a hair out of breath.

Upon hearing this, your eyes open, you look up at him, and he asks, “Seriously? It was that easy?”

You sit back on your knees, hand still locked on his shaft, unable to help it as you keep some stimulation going, stroking him, “What?”

“What do you mean, what? One sentence, and you fall to your knees, mouth open.” It isn't that insulting, it's uttered slightly condescendingly but fondly, in a fashion that is very arousing.

You roll your eyes, “Gus, you’ve already come in me raw, just a few rooms over, within hours of the first time we met. I think playing hard to get is way off the fucking table.”

He laughs louder but still subdued, aware of the late hour and how sound can carry. “Fair enough.”

You are about to ask him if he is going to let you get back to work or keep talking, but he cuts you off, a hand on the back of your head, bringing you back down. Your lips part and you take much more of him this time, engulfing him into your mouth, only minimal strain required to swallow him down, your enthusiasm and desire to please helping ease the process immensely.

You have your lips pressed up against where your forefinger and thumb were circled around his base, you linger with him deep before pulling back. You aren't clean or quiet about it, you blow him messily, hungry, desperate to showcase the want you have for him, the desire to make him feel good and the selfish hope that he will return the favour.

It is impossible to forget how he made you feel, made you cum so fast and hard, you want to get his cock dripping before hopefully climbing atop and riding him for all he's worth.

The neglected space between your thighs is soaked, throbbing, silently begging for attention as you continue to fellate him, working yourself up further, your blood feels hot and your head swims. You can't help it, your hips squirm, a vague sort of grinding against the air as you suck in a weak attempt to provide yourself relief.

A few minutes tick by, of him enjoying your efforts, fingers running and twisting in your hair, the change of his breathing and the few words of encouragement and sounds of pleasure he lets out.

He finally seems to take notice of your struggle, or at least chooses to acknowledge it, “Christ, you okay down there?”

You pulled him out of your mouth and shook your head, “No I'm not, please help-” it didn't matter that you didn't get very many words out, you sounded so wrecked he cut you off, “Okay, okay calm down.”

He pushes you onto your back and descends onto you, he doesn’t need to force your legs open because they fall open all on their own, and you expect to feel his dick brush up against you before he dives inside, or maybe his fingers, but you feel neither. When he dips down and his tongue makes its first pass, the air gets knocked out of your lungs, a loud and long gasp with his name on the very end of it. His head lifts enough for him to scold you, “Fuckin’ shit, can you keep it down while I do this or do I need to gag you?”

Your eyes light up, and he rolls his eyes, but you swear the action is more fond than anything else, he says, “Yeah I should have expected that from you.” His hands work quick, your underwear is yanked down and off before he brings it up and shoves it into your mouth, the wet crotch of your panties is placed down onto your tongue and the taste of desperation fills your senses. “Now keep that in your fucking mouth, or I’ll stop, I don’t care if you're cumming your fuckin’ brains out, I. Will. Stop.”

You give a short nod to show you heard him and agree, and he mumbled, “Good, everyone in this family is too loud.”

You never expected this, Gus is the kind of man to take, your whole meeting a few years back was predicated on that very thing, taking, stealing whatever he wanted, but perhaps you are looking at this wrong? Maybe this is a selfish act, maybe he is still taking what he wants and what you are getting out of it is coincidental, an unintended side effect, completely secondary, an afterthought.

His tongue gives a swipe over your clit, and you inhale and hold it in your lungs for a moment, another lick and one more before you allow yourself to slowly release the air, careful to not let out a sound. The pleasure starts light, a fizzy quality like freshly poured champagne, it goes to your head the same way too. You wonder somewhere in the back of your mind when the last time he did this was as his tongue circles the sensitive and nerve dense flesh, around and around three times on the borders before licking right up and over, the process then repeated afterwards. The number of circles increases over time, drawing out more delicious anticipation before providing that direct contact that can steal your breath anew. It makes it all feel so much better, not being able to totally anticipate it, the delay only adding to your overall satisfaction.

He changes it up further, the licks get longer, from your hole and up through your folds before focusing in on your clit again making you want to cry out. You hold yourself back even as you feel the bright burning swell of pleasure building, you are so taken by the moment, by feeling, the slight scratch of his facial hair on your inner thighs, the wetness of your arousal and his spit, his tongue sliding over every inch of your excited and swollen cunt. You then are greeted with a new sensation, his lips wrapping around your clit, the extreme slick and unbelievable heat, it feels heavenly, you feel like you could melt and become one with the rug your bare back is against. The glide of his lips, the pressure, the small flicks of his tongue on your clit in his mouth, it makes you let out a shuddering breath as your body begins to tremble, your eyes squeeze shut, and you can't help yourself, a hand slips down, and your fingers tangle in the surprisingly soft blonde strands of his hair. You don't dare pull, just hold him there, a small and silent plea to not stop as you feel your peak rapidly approaching.

All in all he has been down there for about five minutes, and you are threatening to fall apart and cum against his tongue, again apparently when it's him he can pull an orgasm out of you with obscenely minimal effort. You are so fucking close, on the very edge, you can't help it, you need to express yourself someway and if doing it verbally is off the table, while holding his head with one hand you move your hips, grind your throbbing clit against his skilled tongue wrapped in his plush lips and the thread snaps. Your other hand locks over your panty stuffed mouth, ensuring you make no noise, your back arching as you shake, the wash of pleasure sweeps you away as you cum. Even if you can't say it, his name is still on your tongue along with your underwear, you are blown away by the strength of your orgasm, it takes a while for every pulse of pleasure to ebb away, even after you release his head and his mouth lifts, your thighs still tremble as you are rocked by the aftershocks of it.

You feel him move, eyes peek open and he in the lights of the nearby tree his features look sharper, face half lit, his mouth shines, and he looks hungry. “Seemed like a good one.” He hums, and you nod, a small gagged sound in the affirmative leaving you

“Yeah, well you’re fucking welcome.” You think he might have considered repositioning you, but he seems to sense your body is still not fully in your control, weak from how hard he made you cum, his cock looks heavy and flush, you can see pre-cum beaded on the tip, he clearly is done waiting and wants his own release now.

His hands hook under your knees, and he presses them down into your chest, folding you in half, his gaze drops, he moves his hips, and you feel his tip kiss your hole, there is no lingering, as soon as he is lined up he starts to sink in. You moan behind the wad of fabric definitely too loudly, and he grits out, “Shut up.” as he continues to push into you.

The stretch of him is incredible, especially in this position, feels even bigger, he bottoms out and you involuntarily shiver. His head tilts back, and he sighs, “God.”

He starts to move, fucks in and out, you make a questioning sound, and he responds, a bit breathless, “You're fucking soaked, feels tighter than I remember.”

Does he often think about those couple of years ago, like you do? You don't have long to think about it as he quickly picks up the pace, the pleasure spikes, you are very primed for this from the orgasm he gave you, he pounds into you. He is panting, if you had any sense you'd worry about the clap of skin on skin, of his hips against your ass, but it feels much too good to give a fuck. You reach out, your hands lock onto his forearms, hold tight as he rails you in such a way your tits have slipped from the cups of your bra from the intense physical movement.

You try to soak in every moment, catalogue and lock it away, knowing after it's over you are going to have brand-new holiday top of the line masturbation material. You focus on the line of his clenched jaw, the grip of his hands under your knees, the drag of his dick against your swollen walls, it all has you weak and helpless under him.

Your hands slip from his arms when he moves, hands letting go of the back of your knees, instead hooking your legs over his shoulders, the change in angle makes your body tense, you tighten further as every thrust hits that perfect spot inside. You can't believe it yourself when you feel yourself get close, two orgasms in such close succession? You didn't think it was quite possible, but perhaps you should just throw out everything you previously thought impossible when he is the one fucking you.

In two minutes of him hitting that spot you are quivering, on the bleeding edge, you find out how close he is not only from the rough, sloppy nature of his uneven thrusts but by him telling you in that delectable and low tone, “I'm not pulling out.”

That's what does it, makes the last price click into place and your whole body locks up as you cum, and you get another surprise still, your orgasm, the massive stab of ecstasy is accompanied by a gush as you squirt for the first time. He seems almost as surprised as you, the warm wetness makes him curse, hands clenched into fists, he gets another three thrusts before he is shoved totally in, holds deep and cums. The joint union of your shared orgasm seems to stretch onward, prolonged by one another, you both are heaving with the effort, a long quiet moment of just your breathing before he breaks it by saying, “Alright let's get this out of your mouth.”

He reaches down and pulls the ruined panties out and drops them to the side, you start working your jaw, now feeling just a bit sore, before telling him, “Thanks.”

“Yeah, no problem.” The back of his hand wipes over his forehead, and he then pulls out. You feel the flood of his cum spill out, and you let out a quiet moan at the feeling.

“Fuck, this was my favourite present.” You confess, and he laughs, “Not surprising for a slut like you but still, you got good taste.”

He starts to get up, and you watch him, “Gonna go out for a cigarette and then go crash.”

“You want some company?” You ask as he is pulling up his pants, he gives you a curious look and says, “Yeah sure, you going out like that?”

“It's late, my coat is long, it'll be fine.” You snatched up your underwear and arch your hips, you pulled them on and up. They feel uncomfortably wet and cold, but hopefully they will stop his cum from leaking down your thighs. You get up and adjust the bra back into place. He is closing his pants as he says, “You fucking soaked the front of these, you know.”

“Yeah, sorry, I honestly didn't know I could do that.” You admit, and he says, “Fuck, don't apologize it was hot, and besides, they are just pants, a run through the laundry, and it'll be fine.”

Coats and boots were put on, and soon you were on the porch again. It was cold, but you could stand a minute of the chill, hands in your pockets. It's quiet again as he lights up, you break the silence, “You heading off tomorrow?”

“Yeah, after breakfast. Got my business deal, and I'll be back home in time for the new year.” He tells you on an exhalation.

You hum, a nod, you tell him, “Well it was great that you stopped by.”

“Yeah it was a great time.” He sounds honest, he looks at you, “Maybe you could swing by sometime, you ever travel outside the states?”

You shake your head, and he says, “Well you are majorly missing out, plus, I live alone.”

“Oh?” You cock an eyebrow, and he says next, “Yeah. It'd be nice to fuck you sometime without having to sneak around or be quiet.”

Sounds like you have a financial goal for the new year.

Once his smoke was done, and you were back inside, coats and boots off, you go to get your robe from the chair in the living room, and you find the wet spot where you squirted and the flood of some of his cum spilled when he pulled out.

It is decided that moving the ottoman over it is the best course of action before you both go upstairs to your respective guest rooms to crash, another memorable Christmas Eve complete.

#Gus x reader #The Ref 1994 #ENJOY #I know the fandom for this shit is so small but I did this as a gift for myself really #Might pump out a few more before the year is out #No promises tho!#BHF writing

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