Got some Lyle for you baby 😘. Perhaps Lyle has a chair pulled back from a computer terminal, boots kicked onto another chair or the edge of a desk, waiting for Quaritch to finish talking with command or for the next mission upload, he’s bored as hell, cussing out Quaritch in his head, but you decide to pay him some much needed attention, climbing onto his lap, got your shirt off, look and he’s just playing with your tits admiring your body, and you’re just grinding down on his hardness, “Nngh, Shit, princess, god damn…such a fucking tease”, he’d grunt in frustration.…. You imagine the rest 😉
Hello sweet Anonymous! Calling me "baby"... I love it! Thank you for sending in my very first Lyle request. For this one I decided to write it from Lyle's POV... What really goes on in a jarhead's mind when a pretty girl ends up in his lap?
>>> Lyle POV, Switch Reader & Lyle, dirty talk, praise kink, Bridgehead, office fun, dry humping
Pairing : Recom Lyle Wainfleet x (female) Recom Reader
What the fuck was taking so long?
Lyle kicked his feet up on the desk next to him, flecks of dirt falling from his boots.
If anyone dared reprimand him, he could easily smash their head into the ground anyways.
The door to the room opened with a quiet hiss.
"Boss, I got-" Lyle started, his words dying in his throat when he looked up.
"Oh." he blinked. "Hey." he muttered, promptly bringing his attention back to his datapad.
"Hey" you greeted, walking up to him.
"Not gonna put your dirty feet down when a lady walks in the room? Chivalry really did die a century ago, didn't it?" you teased, a sly smirk on your lips as you grabbed his legs and shoved them off the desk in one swipe.
His feet landed on the floor with a hard thump. "Woah!" Lyle exclaimed, arms out "You lookin’ for trouble or what?” he instantly barked back, making a show of quickly getting up and puffing his chest out at you.
Your brows shot up, a bewildered look on your face. “You’re kidding me, right?—” you asked loudly. Oh you were mad alright. Lyle knew you were, because your voice would always shoot up a few decibels whenever you were pissed. “—I was just messing around. What’s wrong with you?! I can even smell how irritated y—“
Lyle couldn’t hold back his smile anymore.
Lyle just kept staring at you, smile still plastered on his face. You were a smart girl. He knew you’d figure it out.
Your features softened as you caught on.
“You are such a dumbass I swear!” you laughed, playfully shoving him.
You were pretty when you laughed.
And your hands had felt nice on his chest.
“Man, you should’ve seen the look on your face!” Lyle added, chuckling along with you. He needed to distract himself. “Totally worth it.”
You kept laughing for a while, but pretty quickly your laughter died down, and you were both left standing awkwardly in front of one another. It's not that you weren't close - that, you were - but for some reason something felt a bit off today.
You were a bit shorter than Lyle, which forced you to slightly lift your chin up to look him in the eyes.
“Seriously though, today you smell… annoyed? Irritated? What’s going on?” you asked him quietly, squinting as you studied his face.
Those damn pheromones. Always giving everything away.
“I’m waiting after the colonel and it’s taking fucking forever. How much shit is there to discuss with Ardmore?” he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. He walked over to the window. “Chain of command bullshit. Quaritch would’ve done better than her.” he muttered.
Rain was coming down hard outside, violently shaking the trees, making the leaves fall and whirl around in the wind.
You were both quiet for a moment.
“Forever loyal, Wainfleet.” you murmured from somewhere behind him.
Water trickled down the window in long, rapid streaks, a sharp contrast to the soothing pitter patter of the rain.
Lyle startled as he felt something tugging on the back of his shirt.
“You’ve got something on your shirt.” you mumbled in concentration.
Lyle stayed still, unsure of what to do with himself. It felt kind of nice, your lithe hands doing God knows what on his back. Lyle didn’t really care about his polo — he always took good care of his uniform so he wasn’t worried — all he knew is that feeling you so close to him felt good. He had his ears plastered back, instinctively trying to pick up on every little sound and move you made. Even his tail had stilled, frozen as if any movement could make you scuttle away.
You sure were taking a lot of time fixing whatever it was on his shirt.
He took a slow breath, waiting patiently for you to be done.
Something caught him off guard.
Was that a faint odour of… arousal?
There was definitely nothing on his polo.
“So, what’s up with my shirt?” he asked.
Let’s see what you’d come up with.
Your fingers froze. “Oh. Hum. Just, like, a stain…” you started scratching on his shirt again. “You know, something got stuck on the material and I’m just trying to scratch it off.” you invented.
Lyle’s smirk grew. “Let me see.” he said as he started to twist around, reaching for his shirt, trying to catch a glimpse of said stain.
“I’m almost done!” you blurted out, grasping the material.
Lyle paused. “Oh really? It’s stuck real good, huh?” he teased.
Your scent had changed again, a mix of arousal and nervousness now filling the air.
He cocked his head without fully turning around. “There’s nothing on my shirt, is there?” he asked, voice low.
Lyle slowly turned around until he was fully facing you. The tip of his tail gave a few excited flicks. You were looking up at him, the faintest of blushes on your cheeks. An odd sense of satisfaction swelled in his chest. He had caught you real good.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." he mumbled smugly, letting his eyes trail where he usually wouldn't.
A few dirty images came to Lyle's mind as he tried to imagine what you looked like under those clothes.
He didn't brush them away.
You chuckled. "You caught me,—“ you admitted, your voice dropping down to a whisper "—but you know what? You liked it."
Now that shut him up. Lyle wasn't used to women being so forward with him. Usually it was the other way around, with women pretending to not throw themselves at him when they'd see him in his uniform, batting their lashes and playing with their hair.
You, however... You had a certain glint in your eyes.
Just by working with you for several years Lyle had already known that you were a cunning woman, but in this moment he could see the mischief in your eyes, smell your arousal and feel the desire that was emanating from you. The combination was dangerous. Challenging. It was a breath of fresh air.
You reached out, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt. "Ah? Cat's got your tongue?"
Lyle smirked. "You really think it's that easy to shut me up?"
A grin spread on your lips too. "Oh, I know it is." you challenged.
Lyle's brows shot up. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." you quickly shot back, your expression darkening in anticipation.
"How about you sit and I'll show you how it's done." you cut him off.
With a chuckle, Lyle threw his hands up in the air in mock surrender as he walked back to the desk chair.
“Have fun princess. I’m all yours.” he mocked as he sat down.
“All mine? Princess?” you purred “Gosh, spoiling me, aren’t you?” you teased as you slowly walked towards him.
Lyle couldn’t help but notice the way your hips moved, your braid swaying behind you with every step you took. Your movements were slow and languid, like a feline relishing in the prey it had caught during its hunt.
How had he never really looked at you like this before? You were stunning, mesmerizing like a feline stalking it's prey.
If he had to be honest, you were kind of intimidating too.
The image of you in your AMP suit during the Battle of the Hallelujah Mountains flashed in his mind. You had always been intelligent and fierce. Just like you were now.
Lyle felt himself stir in his pants.
You placed a hand on his chest as you circled him, stopping behind. You were gently pawing at his firm chest, clearly enjoying the feeling of taut muscle under your touch. He then felt your hand trail further up, exploring the smooth skin of his neck, all the way to his jaw. It felt like you were mapping out every dip and ridge of his physique. It was electrifying.
Goddamn, he was hard. He was completely erect at this point, creating a very obvious bulge in his pants. Lyle would’ve been embarrassed… if he’d even cared about anyone catching you. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time he’d messed around where he shouldn’t.
Suddenly he didn’t mind how long the colonel took.
Lyle felt a second hand on him now, softly wrapping around his throat, before seeing both hands slowly travel down his chest. You were still behind him, bending over him as you worked your way down to the tent in his pants. He could feel your breasts pressing on the back of his head as your hands teasingly glided down his body.
“Hmm. Would you look at that. Lyle Wainfleet has a hard on just for me.” you whispered, massaging around his cock.
Lyle felt like you were completely enveloping him, with your hands on his thighs, your body behind him and your breasts against his head.
You also smelled really, really fucking good.
Lyle felt the hairs on his arms raise and a low growl escaped him. He turned his head as best he could, nuzzling his face in your breasts as he reached up to bury his hands in your hair. Thankfully you were wearing a tank top, which meant he could put his face right into your cleavage. Your breasts were of a decent size — although Lyle liked them big and small, he wasn’t fussy — and they felt soft under his lips. His tongue darted out, licking and leaving open mouthed kisses on any piece of skin he could reach. It was messy, because of how he was practically squeezing you between his mouth and large bicep, but he didn’t care. He needed the taste of your skin on his tongue, your breath against his skin.
He liked that sound… What else could he do to hear it?
“Come on princess.” he mumbled against your skin, lightly tugging on your hair “Come sit on my lap.” he demanded.
Interestingly enough you quickly obeyed, getting up and sliding a leg over him. His hands immediately found your hips, watching you with a sort of admiration as you settled in his lap, your weight and warmth feeling like heaven against his clothed cock. He let his hands slide up your back, exploring how your slender figure felt in his arms as he pulled you in for a kiss. Your mouth instantly parted open for him — just like a good girl he thought — and your fangs lightly scraped against his tongue as he slipped himself inside. Your arms were wrapped around his neck and you were almost imperceptibly grinding down on him.
His hands slipped under your shirt, slowly making their way up to your bra.
You pulled back to look at him. “Lyle, I don’t know—“
“If someone catches us, what can they do? Hmm?” he asked softly as his hands didn’t stop, fingers deftly unclipping your bra. “We’re fuckin’ Recoms baby. No one’s touching us.”
Your breath caught in your throat as the garment popped open. You blinked. “That’s… That actually makes sense.” you mumbled.
“Exactly.” Lyle whispered, lips going to your shoulder. “And weren’t you supposed to show me ‘how it’s done’ ?” his voice was quiet as he trailed his lips along your smooth skin.
You gasped as Lyle brought his hands over to your breasts, gently cupping and massaging them under your shirt and open bra. “Yes.” you whispered distractedly, letting your eyes close as your head lulled back.
He was peppering your shoulder and clavicule with light kisses, but somehow instinct pushed him to continue his way further up, all the way to the delicate area right under your ear. The heady scent of your arousal was at its strongest there, and it hit Lyle in a way he had never imagined. It was powerful, suddenly making his mind melt. He felt like he was tasting you, the scent filling his nose and mouth, but it wasn’t enough.
He needed to have you completely to himself.
“Lyle?” your quiet voice cut through his thoughts.
Lyle hadn’t realized he was growling, hands harshly squeezing your breasts.
His eyes fluttered open as he rapidly pulled back. “Sorry baby.” he said, voice barely above a whisper. He felt like he was in a haze. “Shit, did I hurt you?” he asked as he let go of your breasts. He hadn’t realized how hard he’d been gripping you.
“I’m okay.” you said softly.
He hummed. “Good, ‘cause I don’t wanna hurt you-“ he took a deep breath, hands making their way downwards “nah… I wanna make you feel real, real good. A pretty girl like you with amazing tits deserves the best.”
His hands cupped your ass, guiding you to grind down against his erection.
The smallest of moans escaped you.
Your thighs and pussy were nice and warm, even through your clothes, and for a moment it made Lyle wonder how long he would last if he were inside you.
He pressed his cheek against yours, lips close to your ear. “If we weren’t in this stupid office… I’d be licking your clit as we speak.” he whispered.
You let out a sharp exhale “My God, Lyle...”
Were you appalled? Maybe, but you didn’t stop grinding down on him though.
“So, the princess loves it when we whisper dirty shit in her ear?” Lyle teased. He was an arrogant bastard and he knew it.
You didn’t answer, but you didn’t need to. Lyle knew.
The ladies had always loved his confidence, and with you so close he could hear every little sound you made as you kept grinding down in his lap. You were clearly enjoying yourself, every imperceptible moan and breath constantly stirring the need that had settled low in his gut.
If you liked it, Lyle certainly wouldn’t hold back.
“I bet you got a real pretty pussy too,— ” he kept going “— nice and soft, just beggin’ to be licked and fucked.”
You were grinding down harder on him now.
His fingers dug into your ass, following every one of your movements. “Goddamn princess, grinding down on me like that… such a fuckin’ tease. Makin’ me wish my cock was inside you.” he rasped into your ear.
“Keep talking.” you demanded quietly.
You were panting softly, your hips moving faster than before.
You were actually trying to get off.
Lyle had never felt so determined to help a woman come.
“I’d pin you down and fuck you senseless. I bet you love a good pounding—" he rasped, "— and I know you’d take it like a good girl.”
Your eyes were closed, your cheeks still pressed against one another as Lyle did exactly as asked.
“You’d be a good girl and let me use your pretty pussy, wouldn’t you?”
A small moan left your lips. “You could do anything with me.” you whispered.
Internally, Lyle was beaming with pride.
Until your hips slowed down.
“I’m trying to… ah, but it’s not enough.” you said as your hips came to a halt.
Lyle pulled back to look at you. You had a look of defeat on your purple face.
Maybe you just needed a little more help.
“Shit— just. Fuck it. Let me—“ he muttered as he quickly undid your fatigues and slipped a hand in. Your jaw dropped in surprise, but you didn’t stop him. He had to rearrange you both on the chair a bit, but Lyle was determined to make this work. “Spread your legs a bit wider for me baby.” he ordered as he slipped an arm around your waist, holding you securely against him as he angled himself in a way he could properly touch you.
“Stay over my underwear.” you quickly instructed him.
“Yeah. Okay.” Lyle mumbled, his fingers feeling out where your clit would be under the thin fabric. He was pleased to discover that your underwear was almost fully wet. “Here?”
The strangled moan and look of pure pleasure on your face was enough of an answer for Lyle, and he immediately got to work rubbing small circles on the little bundle of nerves. You were gripping his shoulders hard, eyes shut in concentration. Your face was flushed a deep purple, your breathing shallow, and if a Na’vi body was any more like a human’s, Lyle knew it wouldn’t be long before you’d reach your orgasm.
“Lyle— Shit.” you panted “l’m so close, but—“
“It’s okay baby.” he quickly jutted in “It’s okay. It’s just us. My arm isn’t tired, I can keep going.” he reassured you. “Focus.”
“Thank you.” you whispered against his temple.
He could feel every breath, every pant against his skin. You fully enveloped him, from the heat of your body against his, the softness of your skin and hair, your scent, the delicate sounds you made and the way you were holding onto him. It was always an exhilarating feeling to Lyle, to have a woman in his arms like this, and an odd need to claim you crept up in his mind. He brushed the thoughts away as pretty soon he felt your nails digging into his skin, and he knew your release was finally here.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop don’t st—“ you blurted out and suddenly your thighs were squeezing down against his, the muscles of your stomach rippling as your nails dug into his shoulders and scalp. Lyle was pretty sure you weren’t even breathing, only a strangled moan leaving you as you kept writhing in his arms. He was griping you tightly, keeping you firmly in place as he finally heard you panting in his ear again. His fingers slowed down on your clit, just enough to still have you clenching for him without overwhelming you.
You let out a low hum. Whatever he was doing must’ve been feeling good for you.
“That was so good, Lyle.” you said. You spoke slowly, undoubtedly relaxed like a cat that had been laying in the sun. You pressed a kiss against his temple and his cheek. “I can’t believe we just did that.” you said with a breathless giggle.
Lyle slipped his hand out, getting to work buttoning your pants back. “Couldn’t resist you baby.” he said with a smirk. “Look at me, I’m still so fuckin’ hard for you.” he said, glancing down.
“You feel nice and big too.” you murmured. That wicked glint in your eyes was back. “Come back to my room with m-"
The quiet hiss of the door made you both freeze, your ears swivelling towards the sound.
Unfortunately Lyle’s back was to the doorway.
You though, you could see the person perfectly well, and according to your facial expression Lyle instantly knew who it was.
“This what you do when I’m in meetings, Corporal?”
You both scrambled to get up, but before Lyle could turn around the colonel was already leaving.
“You better have your asses out of here within the next minute.” Quaritch called over his shoulder.
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