Heyyyy! So uh, I watched The Reff (1994) again a few days ago and I have always loved this movie, one of my holiday faves. I had the thought that yeah Gus is attractive and could get it, totally love him, but then this year I made the jump and decided fuck it! I am gonna write for him! So here we fucking are. This is for no one but like I don’t care, I love Gussie and he deserves this treatment, here’s hoping this gets some more of you into this guy and the movie he is from! I am thinking this will be a little tradition and every December I will do a Gus piece! SO let’s get into it!
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Rating. Explicit. Length. 4.4K. Gus X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Drinking. Shitty Family. Crime. Lying. Don’t Get Caught. Hold The Moan. Dirty Talk. Begging. Degradation. Rope (Bungee Cord) Play. Restrained Reader. Blow Job, Rough Oral Sex. Throat Fucking. Raw Sex. Vaginal Sex. Cream Pie. Gunplay. General Rough Stuff.
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Aunt Caroline and uncle Llyod’s house has always been chaotic and totally ridiculous. You were dragged along for many a holiday and while it was always a mess you had to admit at least it was an entertaining mess, you would come away with hilarious stories to regale your friends with.
On and on your family would complain about each other behind one another's backs and act passive aggressive and shitty to each other’s faces.
You were a full and legal adult and you didn’t have to go anymore but you didn’t have anything else to do, all your friends were already spoken for and went to their own family’s get togethers so fuck it, you weren’t about to spend Chirstmas alone. So you would go to your family’s get together, have some drinks, enjoy whatever weird non-traditional food Caroline cooked up as much as you could, give some forced smiles and thank you’s for the ill-thought out gifts and watch the chaotic mess that is your family go at each other while you sat on the sidelines.
You arrived late with your family because bitchy Connie insisted you all eat before coming over, you didn’t eat much at Denny’s and were actually feeling a bit hungry, always found it easier to stomach your aunt’s food when you were actually hungry. You come inside, arms full of gifts and as soon as you are all in you can hear the weak greetings and forced smiles with that undercurrent of bitterness and venom.
They never gave it a rest. Never taking a single day off all year, especially not the holidays.
You are trying to get your boots off without setting down the gifts, not wanting to track salt and slush onto the nice hardwood floors, you nearly stumble in your struggle and almost drop them but you hear a small “Woah, hey!” And there were two hands steadying you and helping you hold onto the load of presents.
“Careful there.” That voice. Smooth but slightly rough around the edges.
Your head snaps up and meets blue eyes and blonde hair that strikes a vibe of being between effortlessly and deceptively well kept. “Uh, thanks.” You say softly and he replies easily.
“No problem. You got it?” He asks as she starts to ease off and you nod.
“Yeah, yeah, thanks.”
He lets go with a nod of his own and you watch his expression shift as he hears Caroline going off about something, and he sighs with a roll of his eyes and walks over to see what is going on and you watch him. Eyes dragging over him in that suit, wondering who the fuck that was and what he was doing here.
So it turns out he is Caroline and Llyod’s counselor. He wanted to be here for Christmas eve to help supervise and mediate and said that it was “-necessary.”
It seemed odd to you.
And not just his name. Dr.Wong? The fuck was that about? But the whole thing. Him wanting to be here on Christmas eve, who would want to work and do something so ridiculous as get this involved in such a personal family oriented occasion.
But hey you weren’t about to complain. Another person to witness the bullshit that was this family and he was damn easy on the eyes.
Caroline went on and on about the influence for this year's meal and the history behind it and you tried to listen as best you could even with everyone else, Connie and Rose mostly, shitting all over it. You wished they would ease up on her a bit but you had to admit the candle wreath on your head was heavy and hot and unnecessary even if the story behind it was interesting.
You ate the food, had some wine and watched and listened as the conversation turned harsher and harsher and the fighting truly started. Caroline and Llyod went off on each other as per usual and you had the thought that you wouldn’t be surprised if it came out that they were getting divorced. If someone were to ask you then you’d say they should have started counselling sooner and that this was a last ditch effort before the end.
Far too little, far too late.
It was too bad you mused. When they split up then where would you get your fill of drama and spend your holidays at? Oh well. A problem for you in the future.
What really sparked attraction towards him even more was how he talked to your relatives and put them all in their place. Was this all part of the supposed treatment he was espousing? It was odd but hey if it got results.
It gets to the point that dinner is done and the good doctor tells everyone to get moving into the living room to do presents. Connie fights him on it saying they can’t do that until midnight. When he asks why not she insists that it isn’t Christmas until midnight and he tells her the nice thing about being adults is that they can open, “-the fucking presents whenever we want!”
Yeah you liked him more and more. Fuck the usual holiday traditions. Open the gifts whenever! You finish your glass as everyone else gets up to make their way to the other room and Caroline, Lloyd and the doctor retreat into the kitchen for dessert and coffee for everyone.
You reach over for the bottle of wine and pick it up, you attempt to pour some and there wasn’t anything left in it and you pout.
You take the stupid fucking wreath off and set it on the table, you blow the candles out too for safety’s sake, last thing you need is a fire.
The gift opening was always such a mess, you definitely needed another drink to enjoy it. You set the bottle back down and got up, you would go get a bottle from the kitchen and get some more. You make your way, as you approach the door you can hear them fighting again and roll your eyes with a sigh, why are you not surprised?
You push the door that leads from the dining room to the kitchen with your shoulder as you are saying, “Hey guys, we are out of wine, do you have more of that sharaz or-?”
You look up and see the dessert on the counter, saw Caroline and Lloyd standing together, the doctor across from them, three of them fighting and bickering and a gun in the blonde man's hand.
You dropped the empty bottle in your hand and somehow it didn't shatter but the sound was loud enough to get them all to stop and look at you.
Shit.
You see his jaw clench, a hand through his hair and he lets out a sigh before running his hand that wasn’t gripping the gun down his face. His arm drops back to his side and he says, “Caroline. Lloyd. Take this shit-” he gestures to the tray of coffee and the cake with the gun, “-out into the living room. I’ll be in soon.”
“Don’t do anything to her-'' Caroline started and Llyod joined in talking right along with her, “Really! She won’t say a thing-”
And the blonde man groaned and gestured again with the weapon, “Fucks sake do you two ever shut the fuck up?! I’m handling it-”
“But-” And he cut Llyod off harshly, stepping closer, getting in his face as he said sternly. “Llyod? Shut. Up. And get. Out.”
They both did actually shut up which never seemed to happen but when he talked they listened. Then again he DID have a gun he was brandishing in a rather threatening manner. They collected their trays and scooted out of the kitchen leaving you alone with him.
You felt hot, this was an extremely dangerous situation with a total stranger, why were you feeling hot? Gripping your empty glass tightly as he started to come over to you, shit, him getting closer wasn’t going to help this little problem at all.
“So-” he starts, a sniff and a roll of his shoulders, as he was standing less than a foot in front of you. “-they claim you won’t say anything. And those two don’t seem too fucking attached to their family other than their son so the fact they fell over themselves to defend you says something.”
You nod once, “They’ve always liked me. I don’t really cause trouble and stay out of the family drama.”
He laughs a little, “Oh and how’s that working out for you?”
A small laugh of your own and you shrug, “Usually fine but tonight? Not so much.”
“Yeah no shit.” He was fucking smiling, seemed a tad too amused. He was speaking again.
“Seriously. You seem more than old enough to avoid all this shit, why are you fucking here right now?” He asked and you cock your head to the side, “Honestly? No one else to spend it with and with me staying at arms length I can have some drinks and enjoy the chaos safely.”
“You subject yourself to this shit WILLINGINGLY?” You nod once and he continues on, “You’re fucking nuts! All of you! Jesus Christ.” Another heavy sigh before he says.
“More than that though, no one else to spend the holidays with?” he asks with a scoff, “I don’t believe that for a second.”
You set the empty glass down and said, “I mean it. All my friends are busy with their own, much more normal families.”
“Lucky them. And here we are with all of them.” He says with a vague gesture out to the area past the kitchen where everyone else was. “Ha, yeah…”
A beat of silence as you both stared at each other and you finally said. “So you’re not a doctor.”
He laughed, a shake of his head, “No, no I am not.”
You were so fucking curious what his deal was but you wouldn’t push. “I don’t need to know whatever you’re doing. I won’t say shit.”
He hadn't dropped the gun, still had it so near you and he pushed a little closer to you, his face was closer to yours as if he was searching for something in your eyes, trying to determine if there was even the smallest hint of bullshit in what you were saying. Eyes narrowing and you watch him adjust the gun in his grip, inviting pink tongue darting out to lick over his lips and you fight the urge to bite yours.
“You know I could hurt you real easy right? I’d have no problem doing it. And I’d get away with it.”
You don't doubt him.
You’ve been staring the whole night and God, something about him just fucking got to you. Maybe it was the suit or the stance, his confidence but probably it was his attitude. Plus he was funny, you really liked funny. How he handled your family was a major plus too. A guy who didn’t take shit was almost always attractive. You didn’t exactly like your family and didn’t mind him putting them in their place.
“For real though, how have you been dealing with the happy couple?”
You ask seriously and he scoffs. “My God. How do you think I have been dealing with Sonny and fucking Cher out there? Those two never, ever, shut the fuck up. Like, is it a bit? Are they not able to get off if they don’t act totally insufferable?!”
You laugh, one hand over your mouth, “I cannot imagine how terrible they’ve been! They always get worse under stress! You’d think the one time they could knock it off is in a life and death scenario like this but they can’t stop even for that.”
“Exactly! I have a fucking gun and they are acting like it’s all some big fucking joke.”
And that is how the conversation really started between you and him. You fill him in on stories of Caroline and Llyod being utterly insane and him being able to vent and rant about his night thus far, but mostly about their behavior.
The energy was good, you were both laughing probably more than you should considering the circumstances. This conversation is what helps convince him, you are funny and speak your mind while you are going off he decides that you clearly aren’t attached to them and won’t say anything or try some shit.
You are feeling good. Are warm and giggly, tipsy and he is attractive and it’s been fucking forever and you are feeling a little fear for your life as well as feeling a bit emboldened by the fact you are clicking with him.
So you take a risk.
You press yourself to him, looking up at him and you offer to show him where your loyalty could lie. “I don’t care about them really. They can get fucked and if it will help convince you then I could ease some of your stress.”
You are really going all in. You didn't like your life or family here, to the point that you were willing to essentially fuck a total, admittedly very attractive stranger to save your life.
The way you say it, in that nice dress you wore, the implication was crystal clear and he is in disbelief as he asks, “Woah-are you, are you fucking shitting me?” You shake your head and your hand meets the front of his suit pants and you feel him tense, a sharp inhale and it’s almost like you can feel his dick jump at the contact.
His eyes meet yours and he can see just how serious you are and he makes a split second decision. He has had a hell of a night and this kind of opportunity with someone as attractive as you doesn’t come along every day.
“Fuck it.” He groans out and his hand closes on your wrist and he drags you along with him.
It happens in the pantry.
He has you on your knees, had secured your wrists with one of the bungee cords that was left in the kitchen, he didn’t want you pulling anything funny or trying to flip the situation to your advantage.
His pants and belt open and you are using your mouth on him, lips wrapped around him and you felt insanely hot at this. You never even kissed him and yet you had lowered yourself before him and were sucking his dick.
He still has his gun in his hand. Incentive to ensure you behave but he wasn’t sure he needed it. You seemed so into it and were doing so well so quickly.
He lets himself get swept up in it.
He fucks your mouth, one hand on your head as he rocks his hips forward and he is dirty talking to you the whole time. He sure seemed the talkative type but you loved that.
“I thought you mighta been-shit-different from the rest of em’. ” He breathed out, pushing deeper into your mouth and you hum as you suck, “I mean hell, who does shit like this with someone they just met?”
He is panting a little as you pull up, cheeks hollowing as you do so, sucking hard, tongue pressed to that vein on the underside of his shaft, looking up at him the whole time. His eyes on you, his hair messy, sweat on his brow, hips moving to help you out, sliding in and out of your lips wrapped tightly around him. The sight and the arousal pooling low inside of you has you moaning against his shaft and pressing your thighs together, wishing your hands were free if only to grind against your own palm for the smallest amount of relief.
He is letting out these amazing groans, head tipping back, a harder thrust into your mouth that makes you gag and he curses at that, he loves how it feels and the sound you let out so he does it again. Looking back down at you as he makes you gag a few more times till you are looking pleadingly up at him, tearing up and he inhales shakily at that. “Goddamn.”
You throb at that. You pull him out of your mouth, his cock is nearly dripping from your spit and you rested him against your cheek, breathing harder as you then beg for the unthinkable, “Pl-please, I-I’m so turned on, please, please, fuck me?”
Seriously what the fuck did he do to get this?
He laughs in shock. But he sees how serious you are. The gun comes down and he drags it over your other cheek and the fear doesn’t dampen the heat inside, but instead adds to it, you are breathing harder, eyes half lidded, glazed over with lust and pure want. He says it quietly, “You mean it.”
He sees how badly you want it. Almost squirming, hips shifting, desperate for any stimulation, your roll your wrists and you just want, you nod furiously.
He is nearly throbbing and he degrades you, "Shit, you really ARE a little fuckin' freak. Family one room over, a man on the run with a gun and you're on your knees begging to get fucked."
You can't help but agree. Degrade yourself in hopes of satiating that desire. “Yes, yes, I’m the worst, please, I need it, hurry-”
He does.
You are pushed up against the shelves, the skirt of your dress is hiked up and soaked panties are ripped down your thighs, you are bent slightly at the waist, giving him good access and so fast it is happening. That first stroke makes you gasp. Sliding all the way inside and you feel him tense, a groan in your ear and once he is seated fully inside of you a quiet moan leaves your lips as you clench around him.
He doesn’t waste time at all. The need is far too great.
He fucks you from behind, one hand holding that gun and resting near your head on one of the shelves and the other on your bound wrists. He uses his hand on the bungee cord to help pull you back to him as his hips slam forward. He is fucking you raw, totally bare and that thought had moaning and he is speaking low and just to you, “Shut the fuck up, you want them to hear?”
You bite back a moan, eyes threatening to roll back and he laughs again, “Ahhh. Oh my fucking God, you just squeezed me so hard, you are into that shit.”
The pleasure is mounting quickly, he found that sweet spot that made you want to sob so quickly, you made it so obvious from the way you trembled and the choked sound you let out when he hit it that first time. “You are so easy. Do this kind of thing all the time, hmmm?”
You shake your head, “No-nooo.” And he thrusts harder, a grind that has you squeezing your eyes shut as you quietly curse. “No? You mean you only beg to fuck criminals you just met? Regular guys just don’t-huff-scratch that itch the same way, eh?”
When he puts it like that you gotta admit you do sound really fucked up. You really don’t normally do this kind of thing but there was just something different about him, this particular kind of chemistry and energy that just lights a spark inside of you that is unignorable.
You are biting your bottom lip so hard as you struggle to hold back your moans, thighs are shaking, fists clenched and he asks, “Gonna cum already?”
It was a taunt, it made you let out a shuddering breath. Pleasure is rising more and more and fuck, it was all so good.
You were. Normally it took a while to get to that point with someone new, cumming with a brand new partner was a near impossibility but here you were on the edge and ready to spill over so quickly when you’d known him less than three hours. Was he that good? Were you that compatible or was it simply the danger, the situation? Or maybe, it was exactly as he’d suggest, that you are just that big a slut?
Ultimately, it doesn’t matter, the point is you were going to cum on his cock. "You-ahhhn-filthy fucking whore. You gonna keep quiet?"
You didn't think you were.
A shake of your head and he put the gun on the shelf. Hand over your mouth. He was so strong, your moans were so muffled when he covered your mouth, you could really let loose. It made it feel better, the sensation sharper, you moaning into his palm made him fuck you harder, skin on skin filling the small space of the pantry.
The dam breaks and you cum and cum hard. You are shoved against the shelves so hard that it helps support you otherwise you aren't sure you'd be on the floor. You are breathing so hard through your nose, trembling as he is still tugging on your wrists, his hips not letting up, pace faltering, he was close. You shake your head and he pulls his hand away and you beg quietly for it, begging for him to cum in you.
He grit out, "Stupid fuckin' whore, you-you're unbelievable-" but then his sentence trailed off.
He clearly had more to say but instead a strained groan tears from his throat one final thrust into you as he came. Warmth spread inside and you hummed in pure satisfaction, feeling amazing and still attempting to catch your breath along with him.
It isn’t quiet for long, he pulls out and you are still heaving and half dressed cum now leaking out of you and dripping down your thighs and you hear the sound of him fixing his clothes. He leans in close and asks, "You gonna be a good girl and keep your mouth shut?"
You are and you do.
A nod and he simply say’s, “Good.” He takes the bungee cord off of you and you roll your wrists, turn around to see him getting his suit jacket back on and fixing his tie. You watch him and he nods at you as he said, “Christ, clean yourself up at little at least”
Fuck, the way he talks to you is too much in the best way.
Soon you are back out, straightened up and going into the living room. You didn’t take that long, it was a pretty quick thing from threats to conversation to fucking, all in all less than twenty minutes but you were still worried your absence would be missed and so obvious.
You enter the living room to find the cake untouched and instead find them all fighting yet again. They didn’t pay any attention to how long you were gone.
Yeah that seems about right.
You play nice and play along, but he's still found out by the rest of your family.
Don't worry though, they are tied up to prevent any interference. Seeing Rose gagged so the never ending stream of bullshit that frequently poured from her lips was too good for words, a great present honestly.
Turns out his real name is Gus and he is a career criminal, a robbery gone wrong that night and getting mixed up with and using Caroline and Llyod’s place to try and lay low and instead he got swept up in this mess with all of you. What rotten luck indeed, but pretty good for you, this had been the best Christmas at their house you have had by far.
The police are almost there and you have all come to an agreement that you couldn’t turn him in. Caroline and Llyod and Jesse and you all thinking hard on what to do and during this you are thankful they don’t question you being so on board or question what happened in the kitchen. Jesse suggests leading him through the woods to get to the docks and onto the boat where his partner in crime was waiting.
The decision is made, he goes on the run and you are sad to see him go.
He is saying quick good-byes, definitely in a rush and yet you and he share a small look as he is going and you swear that both you and he connected on some deeper level and aren't going to forget each other.
It's unspoken and shockingly lovely, stirs emotion that's foreign deep in your chest as you wave farewell.
Caroline and Llyod play their parts lovely and are so insufferable as they bicker and attempt to explain what happened that the cops don’t stick around long or ask questions. As you watch it plays out you have to fight the smile from creeping up on your face. Thank God for small town idiot cops who are clamoring to get this over and done with and home to their own families.
The rest of the holiday that year after your other family members are untied is entertaining to say the least.
So when Caroline and Llyod work shit out and don't get divorced, visiting them is much more pleasant. You are so glad they manage to figure it all out. You still come back often even if certain other family members refuse.
Every year you think of him as you are around their house. Opening gifts in their living room or when you are helping cook in the kitchen.
A new yearly tradition is struck the year after where you relive those memories in the pantry. Late at night on Christmas eve with one hand over your mouth, panties around your knees and one hand between your thighs as you get off to your experience a year prior where he fucked you against the very shelving you currently are leaning on.
The holidays are good, if not a little lonely.
You always have a small and futile hope that he might show up again even though you know it's foolish. I mean he made a clean get away with that big final score and should be retired on some nice sunny tropical island somewhere.
Yet you still hope anyway.
So when the doorbell rings near dinner time on Christmas eve three years later and you answer it and find the best gift possible, the one you've been praying to get for the past three years.
There was Gus standing on the front porch with gifts in hand, snow on his shoulders and more color in his cheeks than you remember. You can't stop the grin from spreading on your face.
He returns it as he says, "I was hoping you'd be here."
