Kyle and M/N were both good friends and great co-workers. Everyone could see that from a mile away. They worked well together, always finding a way to make conversation, helping each other train, and etc.
What everyone didn't know is what truly happens behind the scenes of their friendship. The deal that they've made.
What happens when they need to destress after a long mission or when they just need scratch that itch.
That is what's happening now...in a random storage closet.
"Quiet down, would you—ngh..." M/N groans in Gaz's ear before his head fell onto the man's shoulder. M/N was holding Gaz against the wall, his grip on Gaz's thighs tight to thrust steadily into him without risking the sound of skin slapping that will alert someone.
Gaz lets out a shaky huff with a wobbly smirk until a whine left him when M/N thrusted into his prostate. His legs that were wrapped around M/N's waist tightens, pulling the man closer than he already was.
"fuck...maybe go slower, ya bastard..." Gaz retorted, his head leaning back against the wall behind him as soft moans and whimpers continues to leave his lips. His hips occasionally rolling against M/N to meet his thrusts.
"...You really calling me a bastard when you literally just asked me to fuck you—"
"Oi, shut it—mmph!"
Gaz quickly brought a hand to his lips, muffling his moan when M/N thrusted into his prostate once again. His another hand tangled into M/N's hair, giving his hair a firm tug which causes M/N to lift his head off of Gaz's shoulder with a groan before letting out an airy laugh.
"Just couldn't wait till we got to your room...shit..." M/N increased his steady speed, unable to handle the slow pace any longer. Not caring if their skin slaps against each other and alerting someone.
With his hands on Gaz's thighs still, he also started to bounce Gaz on his cock a bit faster which made the man let out another muffled moan that was louder than the last until his hand that was covering his mouth went onto M/N's shoulder.
"Ah, ah..!" Gaz tugged on M/N's hair once more, moaning out curses as he felt himself getting closer and closer to his climax.
M/N moans at the tug and the way Gaz felt around his cock. He was on the brink of his own climax and he decided to chase that pleasure. With his head still being held up by his pulled on hair and Gaz's face close to his, he leans up to capture the other man's lips.
The two moaned into it as the kiss quickly turned into a sloppy makeout. Any sound the two made muffled within the heated kiss as their tongues entwined with one another.
In M/N's eyes, Gaz was the best (and only) fuck buddy he'd ever had.
I don't care what y'all say, Soap is the kind of man who would have them play spin the bottle and do the craziest dares.
One of them would be who fucks Gaz to the point of not being able to walk. Price and Ghost agree and even make bets among each other. Only for it to end in a tie. So there has to be a tie-breaker with Gaz having to ride each one of them, and HE gets to decide in the end.
And knowing Gaz? He doesn't have the heart to actually make a final choice. So, he chooses them all equally. Then they go on about missions like Gaz wasn't just sent to oblivion by the squad days earlier. But, it allows them to get some of the necessary steam off. It's a win-win.
Thinking about Gaz overhearing a rumor that Soap is the unofficial barrack’s bunny of the 141….
Cw- smut! nipple play, mean Alejandro/rudy, Gaz and soap being fucking rabbits (metaphorically), use of cock rings/toys.
And going to Price all pouty bc god damn it, he’s a better slut than Soap is!!! >:{
Well….
This leads to Soap and Gaz having intense competitions. Ghost dumping Soap on his bunk because God damnit, He can’t go another round.
It gets so bad that Price and Soap send a message to Alejandro and Rudy, basically asking the two men to “watch the sergeants” while Price and Ghost go on a mission together.
Alejandro and Rudy accepting price’s request to “watch the sergants” having no what they’re in for when they step into the base and Gaz and soap *fight each other* to get to them, all but begging to get a cock in their mouth (or ass!)
…Alejandro and Rudy decide that price owes them, then run those sergeants into the ground. Cock rings when they cum without permission. Vibrators in their ass. Gaz realizes that he can cum if his nipples are played with just right.
When ghost and price come back, Alejandro and Rudy share all the videos they took.
I’m just imagining Rudy toying with Gaz’s nipples, maybe holding a vibrator against them or something, and absolutely nothing on his cock, and then suddenly Gaz is cumming and he knows he didn’t have permission but he never thought it’d be an issue
a/n: said I would make gaz content, and now I deliver! I saw a pretty motorcycle and a handsome rider on it and now my mind is plauged with brain-rot of Phillip graves or price or soap as motorcyclists
minors DNI
Gaz who’s obsessed with your bites and marks that show through your uniform and the robe burns on his hips from him being tied up last time you two had the time to lavish eachother
gaz who will tease you on mission by unbuttoning a corner of his uniform so that you can see the marks you left on him
gaz who will texts you photos of him covered in your bites and bruises while your away no matter what your doing
gaz who feels sad when they fade, whining and bugging you to bite him or mark him or bruise him so he can feel that pleasant burn of being claimed
gaz who gives a sharp chuckle and a subtle look in his eyes whenever someone asks him who it’s from and your around
gaz who wants to be ruined by you and then ruin you back, be it being fucked brutally or being teased till he is a whimpering mess
gaz who wants nothing more then to have your initials bit and branded into his skin till his death. He simply loves you and wants the world to know simply by looking at him
a/n: if anyone is curious this is yes inspired by the song by she wants revenge but make it gay, for my pookie @embry-garrick specifically
Minors DNI - warnings: drunk gaz, kind of dub-con I think?
gaz was too busy for love- between missions base work and even work he had to do while off duty. Love wasn’t something he cared for- let alone wanted, but it seems no matter how hard he tried, his mind couldn’t get off of you.
he adored you. Price would have probably slapped him and told him to do 50 pushups if price knew how much he had been ogling over you since you joined the team. Every time you even brushed past him he got all hot and bothered- he had even chubbed up his boxers once just because you grasped him by the hips to keep him from hitting his head on a doorframe.
What made his head really spin was when you were all celebrating a recent victory the night before- and you had actually asked him if he was single. Of course soap had perfectly ruined that by saying “oh, nah gaz said he doesn’t want to fall in love”
so what was gaz doing trying to scramble to find a way to take you out tonight while drunk out of his mind? Well, simple- he was a bit too heartstruck and a bit too horny not to, even getting all sweaty just standing at your barrack door before knocking. It was a miracle he even managed to get you to open the door, kissing you without a second thought and practically shaking when you kissed him back, the sharply cold feeling of your fingers gripping his hips enough to leave a mark under his messy uniform, followed by the rougher feeling of you man-handling his body down to bend over your less then stable barrack bed.
“Christ- don’t slow down” gaz mumbled in a half drunk slur with a little gasp as you tugged down his boxers and heard you grab something from a desk drawer, followed by a cold dribble of lube sliding down his hole before you slid your fingers in, prepping him so painfully slow that he kept bucking up into your touch, almost sobbing into the mattress by the time you thought he had had enough and finally slid in your member.
he was half glad you had prepped him so damn long because it still felt like you were splitting him open, as if he felt you in his very bones, his snarky sentiments turning into soft little gasps and moans as well as hiccuping sobs into your mattress, muted so nobody would hear until you pulled him up a bit to ask if he was okay.
was he okay? No! How was he supposed to ever be okay when he doesn’t want to fall in love but you feel so good. But did he want more? Yes. So of course he nodded and begged you to keep going, and that’s exactly what you did. Until he was nothing but a shaking gasping mess, covered in his own spend and when you pulled out he was just loose enough that your cum dribbled out of him prettily. The rest was a blur for him, but he woke up in your hoodie and pants, all cleaned up and in his barrack, the only thing in show of the night being your cologne on your clothes and the hickeys etched into his neck…
Hot & Heavy | Bottom! Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Top! Male Reader | Smut
Minors/Fem DNI
Request(s); "Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick with sounding, praise, and breeding if you don't mind 😃..." and "...Could you write sounding and edging a tied up Gaz. I need to make that man beg and whimper..."
Warnings; Sounding (DO NOT LOOK IT UP IF U DONT KNOW WHAT IT IS! JUST DONT READ THIS FIC!! MOVE ON!), hand jobs, anal fingering, anal sex, cream pie, bareback, withheld orgasm, little bit of praise, this is probably bad im sorry
Synopsis; there isnt even a plot man just read the warnings
A/N; haha... sorry for ... not writing in 6 months or whatever.... im back now though! right..? ...
1.7k words
Kyle sighed and shuffled in his place on the bed. his arms were tied above him, wrists secured to the headboard, and back flush to the mattress. Y/N was settled between his legs and holding his bare hips while kissing at his neck, sucking dark hickeys onto the smooth skin.
“Hurry up,” he whispered, desperately wriggling in place. Y/N snickered and sat up, adjusting his hands to hold Kyle’s thighs instead.
He looked stunning all strung up, muscles stretched from the irregular position. His eyebrows were furrowed in frustration, his face burning from desire.
“What do you want me to do?” Y/N asked. Kyle groaned with exasperation. He was hard and leaking against his stomach from nothing more than kissing and light touches that only grazed the places he wanted them.
“Anything,” he pleaded.
“Anything?” Kyle swallowed thickly but nodded. “Okay.”
Y/N smiled before climbing off the bed to gather a few items. Kyle watched him with a twinge of curiosity.
When he returned to where he was previously sitting with a bottle of lube and a small case, Kyle curled a brow. “What the hell is that?”
“You can say no,” Y/N said. He could tell Kyle was intrigued by the way he pursed his lips and eyed the case, silently waiting to see what was inside. Y/N unzipped it and opened it before tilting it so that Kyle could see its contents.
His immediate reaction was that of mild disgust, raising an eyebrow and scrunching his nose. His Upper lip pulled at one corner showing his teeth.
“Is that what I think it is?”
Y/N sheepishly nodded. He was embarrassed now. He shouldn't have brought it up. It was a foolish idea. Kyle’s expression softened as he looked at Y/N’s face and he sighed.
“We can try it.” Y/N perked up and stared at Kyle, trying to read him to make sure he wasn’t teasing him.
“Are you sure?” he asked. He was hesitant. He wouldn’t want to pressure Kyle into doing something he didn’t want to do.
Kyle shrugged as best as he could with his arms bound above his head.
“I’ll try anything once,” he said. Y/N beamed and leaned forward, kissing him on the lips before pulling away.
“Thank you.” Y/N set the case aside before placing his hands on Kyle’s abdomen. He dipped his head into the crook of Kyle’s neck and began placing kisses on the soft skin, all the while running his hands up and down his torso.
Kyle sighed and rolled his head to the other side, allowing a broader space for Y/N to mouth. Y/N inhaled deeply. The smell of Kyle’s cologne drove him mad. Everything about him did.
Y/N moved one of his hands down Kyle’s stomach, grazing his skin with his fingertips before wrapping his hand around Kyle’s cock. The latter groaned and rolled his hips up into Y/N’s hand. His desperation for touch was finally being fulfilled.
Pre-cum dripped from the slit of Kyle’s dick, the liquid beading on the tip before being swept away by Y/N’s thumb brushing over the sensitive head. He nipped at Kyle’s neck one last time before pulling away.
Grabbing the lune, Y/N popped the cap and poured a generous amount into the palm of his hand before setting it aside again. He reached for the case and pulled the thinnest of the rods from it, then placed it in his wet palm to lubricate it. Kyle watched nervously.
“Shouldn’t you use one of the, uh, smooth ones?” he asked. The rod Y/N had chosen was ribbed with a ring at the end, which made him anxious.
“This one will hold the lube in it better, make it a smoother process,” he replied. Y/N looked up and met Kyle’s gaze. He chewed his lip for a moment before leaning down to kiss him softly. “It won’t hurt, I promise.”
Kyle nodded.
Y/N held the end of the rod in his dry hand and used the other to hold Kyle’s weeping cock, the latter groaning under his gentle touch. He stroked him a few times before stopping his movements and pressing the rod to his slit.
Slowly, he began pushing it inside. Kyle’s breath quickened and his legs twitched as the first passed through his cock. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, but it was certainly strange.
“Fuck, that feels so weird,” he muttered. Y/N glanced up at him while slowly pushing it further inside. He didn’t miss how Kyle’s gaze was glued to his dick. Staring at the point where the metal was disappearing gradually.
A deep groan left Kyle’s parted lips when it was finally fully inside, leaving only the ring visible.
“I can feel it in my arse, what the fuck,” he said. His face was twisted up with pleasure as heat coursed through him.
Y/N leaned forward and began kissing Kyle’s chest again. Nipping at his soft skin while his hands roamed his body, eventually resting on his hips. His right hand slowly inched towards Kyle’s dick, wrapping around it and eliciting a moan from the other man. Y/N slowly began pumping his cock, slick with precum and lube. It caused the rod to move slightly, a strange feeling he’d never felt before. But it wasn’t unpleasant. He was shocked that it wasn’t, to be frank.
“Fuck…” Kyle drawled, letting his head roll back and closing his eyes. Y/N glanced up at him and smiled, pleased with himself that his lover was enjoying himself.
“I love you,” he whispered, resting his cheek on his chest. “You’re so good for me. Such a good boy.”
Kyle bit his lip and opened his eyes to look at Y/N, who met his gaze and held it. It was almost intimidating.
“Is there something you want?” Y/N asked, a twinge of mocking laced into his words. Kyle groaned and wriggled on the bed for a moment before going limp. All the while Y/N kept languidly pumping his cock.
“Can’t you just-” he broke off into a whine as Y/N twisted his wrist, moving his hand faster.
Y/N looked at him with a cheeky grin.
“What was that, love?”
Kyle huffed and nudged Y/N with his knee.
“Listen, big guy, if you don’t take care of me right now when you let me out of these cuffs I’ll beat your arse and make you sleep on the couch.”
Y/N just snickered and ignored him, keeping up his slow, teasing and rhythmic motions. Pressing his thumb against the top of the rod and pushing it deeper, squeezing the base of his cock, pulling back his foreskin and placing a gentle kiss on the exposed tip.
Anything to rile him up.
Anything to make him beg.
It wasn’t long before tears were welling in Kyle's eyes. His breath was shallow and quick, and it left his head fuzzy and his limbs tingling.
“Will you please just fuck me,” Kyle pleaded.
Y/N glanced up at him from where he was crouched down, lapping at his length. He grinned and nodded before removing his hands from Kyle’s body, one moving to hold his hip, the other in between his legs, prodding at his hole.
Two fingers immediately eased inside of him, causing a low groan to erupt from Kyle’s throat. His head lolled back, hitting the pillow. He dug his heels into the mattress, silently pleading for Y/N to pick up the pace. So he did.
Y/N worked his fingers in and out of Kyle quickly, almost frantically trying to get him loose enough to take his cock. Kyle shuddered when Y/N hit his prostate, an almost croaking sound leaving his pursed lips. Y/N took notice and set an unrelenting, brutal pace on the spot. Kyle bit his lip to quiet himself.
“Mggh, oh my god,” he whined, balling his hands into fists. “Y/N, please!”
He furrowed his eyebrows and clenched his eyes shut tight as Y/N added a third finger, slowing for only a moment to allow Kyle to adjust before he resumed his fast pace.
Kyle’s biceps flexed from pulling at his restraints. His stomach tensed and his legs squeezed around Y/N’s body. The amount of feeling happening was altogether too much, but it was also just right.
Y/N suddenly removed his fingers and grabbed the bottle of lube, pouring some into his palm before slicking up his dick. He held Kyle’s hip in one hand and the base of his cock in the other, before he gently pressed the head to Kyle’s hole.
It took all his strength not to immediately bottom out once he had pushed his tip inside. He was hot and wet and perfect, it made him want to take all of him in that moment.
Kyle’s jaw hung open slightly, his eyes glued to Y/N’s concentrated face.
When Y/N finally bottomed out, he looked up, being met with Kyle’s intense gaze. He let out a shaky breath before leaning down and kissing him deeply, hands glued to Kyle’s hips.
He began moving slowly, rolling his hips back before pushing back inside gently to test the waters. Kyle moaned before pulling his head back and pressing his forehead to Y/N’s.
“Fuck me like a man.”
Y/N nodded and began a relentless pace, similar to how he stretched him out. Although this time it was more desperate and depraved. Y/N’s goal was to fuck him hard, just like he told him to.
Their bodies were flush, unbelievably close, and yet not enough. Y/N’s balls smacked against Kyle’s arse, a wet sound filling the room as lube and pre-cum dripped down and onto the bed sheets.
“Haah, fuck,” Y/N whimpered. he dug his fingers into the meat of Kyle’s hips and pulled him impossibly closer. “Y’ feel so good baby, mm…”
Kyle shivered and furrowed his eyebrows.
“I’m gonna cum!” he slurred.
“Wait, please,” Y/N begged. “I’m almost there, just wait.”
Kyle whined but nodded, quiet whimpers escaping him as he tried to hold himself steady.
Y/N’s hips stuttered suddenly and his pace faltered. He sat back and grabbed the end of the rod and pulled it out, finally allowing Kyle to cum. Tears welled in his eyes as he did, long streaks of white spilling onto his stomach. Y/N soon followed, filling him up. He slowed to a stop before hanging his head to catch his breath.
Kyle was panting, eyes hazy and body warm. He looked up at Y/N through half-lidded eyes.
author's note: so. this is my first a/b/o fic and uhh i've managed to make it trans! basically in my a/b/o universe people can switch their secondary gender with hormone therapy, just like with trans people and HRT irl, and reader in this fic transitioned from omega to alpha [idk if i explained that perfectly but! please enjoy and also feedback would be nice since i'm new to writing a/b/o]
cw: a/b/o dynamics, smut, male alpha reader, omega gaz, masturbation [from both reader and gaz], general awkwardness because they're exes, knotting
word count: 3500+ [i think this is my longest one shot i've written. uhh may have gotten carried away woops]
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick / M!Reader
“Kyle!” You run up to him with a big grin on your face, pulling him into a hug which he graciously accepts. You bury your face into his shoulder and he does the same, his hands holding onto your shirt as though you might fade away if he lets go.
It’s been almost five years since you last saw your best friend from secondary school and your lover up until he left for enlistment. To say you missed him would be an understatement. You’ve kept in touch with one another through letters and the occasional call here and there, but obviously nothing could compare to being face to face again.
All the way home, your hand is on his thigh and you tell him all about what’s been happening in your life recently. A new promotion at work, shenanigans during a fun night out with friends—friends who Kyle would have to say hello to as well—and some new hobbies you’ve picked up. He shared his own stories, though some of the details had to be axed because of their classified status. You were particularly caught off-guard by him recounting the time he fell out of a helicopter and nearly broke his spine, but that was neither here nor there. At least in his eyes.
Once you pull into the driveway and help him carry all his bags inside, he takes notice of something… interesting. “Are you seeing someone right now, mate?” He asks with a tilt of his head.
You look at him, confused for a good few moments. “...No? Why?” He stares back at you, almost as if he didn’t believe you. “Is something up?”
It just doesn’t add up in his head. If you weren’t in a relationship with someone, then why did your house smell so distinctly of alpha? When he thought about it further, he did think something was off at the train station as well. He must’ve been distracted by his joy seeing you after so long, but thinking back on it, you had an alpha’s scent all over you. He must realize that he was looking at you as if you’d grown a third arm so he quickly shakes his head to recover from his stupor.
“You okay, Kyle?” You raise an eyebrow, equally confused as he is. Why would he assume you’re dating someone? That’s certainly something you would’ve told him before letting him stay at your place. It would be fairly awkward to have two omegas under one roof with you, especially when one of them was in a relationship with you and the other wasn’t. There was a definite possibility of… jealousy sprouting up.
“I’m gonna take my bags upstairs, just uh—gimme a sec.” He says quickly, picking up his stuff and heading up to the guest room he’s staying in for the next month. You stare after him, still left a little confused. You figure you can bring it up later. Maybe he was tired from jet lag or something. You check the time, your eyes widening a bit when you realize you missed your hormone injection, going upstairs to your bathroom and getting all your things ready.
By the time the sun set and you both had finished dinner, Kyle is still trying to rationalize what could possibly be the explanation behind the alpha scent wafting around the room and teasing his olfactory glands. It was almost making his head hurt with how enticing it was.
To be honest, you’re not faring any better. His scent never triggered anything in you when you were an omega, but now he just smells so sweet. You hope you’re doing a decent job of hiding the shuffling you’re doing to try and relieve some of the tension growing in your boxers. It would most definitely throw things off to get all riled up for someone you broke up with years ago. It was amicable between the both of you, of course, but it’s been so long since either of you had contact with each other.
You dwell on it a bit more all while trying to keep your attention on whatever TV show it was that he put on. Every time he tried to get more comfortable, though, he either squished your legs closer together or brushed up every so slightly against the bulge in your pants. You start to wonder if he knows what he’s doing. He had to, right? He couldn’t be doing this by accident.
Swallowing past the lump in your throat, you struggle ignoring the way your cock twitches in your sweatpants when he mutters something about how your couch is too lumpy and needs to be replaced before readjusting his legs and hips. His motions press your legs together and a shiver goes up your spine when the cloth of your boxers rubs up against your erection. You groan quietly and clear your throat when Kyle shoots a look your way. “You alright, mate?” He asks all too innocently.
You reach over to the end table to grab your glass of water with shaky hands, taking a long sip from it. “I’m fine.” Your voice is strained when you speak and you quickly set the glass back down before pulling a blanket over your lap as nonchalantly as you can manage.
You stare forward with unfocused eyes before you finally stand up, the intoxicating scent of sandalwood and vanilla permeating around the living room too much to handle. “I’ll—I’ll be right back.” You eke out, going to the downstairs bathroom in a hurry. You don’t see the concern on his face before you’re shutting the door and releasing a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding.
The moment you have your back against the cool tile on the walls, you’re doing everything you can to stave off what you can feel building up against your will. This couldn’t be happening, not now. You couldn’t be going into rut the very day your best friend was finally seeing you again after all this time. You palm at the bulge in your sweatpants, groaning as quietly as you can and tilting your head back against the wall.
Cursing under your breath, you begrudgingly yet desperately yank your pants and underwear down and take hold of your hard cock. You try taking deep breaths to stop yourself from losing yourself to the pleasure. It was so amplified by the remnants of Kyle’s scent that had seeped into your shirt just from him sitting next to him. It’s so much more powerful than it was earlier in the day, so you know your rut is coming.
You’re in there for a few more minutes than would’ve been normal, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care when your cum spills all over your fist. It covers your fingers and your softening cock and deflating knot when you give yourself a few more pumps to ride out your orgasm. But it wasn’t enough. You regretfully give in to the fact you would have to turn in early for the night.
After washing your hand off in the sink, you head back to the living room and look at Kyle, who was on his phone, scrolling mindlessly. “Uh, Kyle? I’m gonna head to bed, I’m super tired.”
He sits up and turns to you, tilting his head. “Are you okay? What’s up?” He stands up and starts walking over to you until you put your hands up defensively. “Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine, I think I might be sick. I don’t wanna get you sick too, so I’m just going to bed.” You stumble through your weak excuse, voice cracking a bit when you neared the end of your sentence. You stare at each other for a few more moments before you turn away and rush up the stairs, closing your door a little more forcefully than you would’ve liked.
A couple hours pass and you’ve nearly pushed yourself to the brink of fainting with how many times you’ve brought yourself to orgasm. You’re glad that you had enough foresight to put a towel down before falling down the rabbit hole; if you hadn’t you would have to change your sheets before you went to sleep with how much cum you’ve expended.
Your chest heaves and sweat drips down your forehead. You’ve long since gotten rid of your clothes, now laid bare in the center of your bed. One thing you found after you transitioned from omega to alpha was that your ruts were much more intense than a natural alpha’s was. Your doctor told you it was something about the remnants of your omega biology making your ruts closer to heats.
The knot at the base of your cock was aching with how thick it’s gotten. The amount of blood rushing down there was making you lightheaded, but you just couldn’t stop. Your body won’t let you stop, you need to keep going. You feel like you might collapse in on yourself if you stopped for even a second.
But the muscles in your arm are tiring by the minute and your hand is starting to give out on you. Even thrusting up into your fist isn’t working because your fingers are cramping up from how hard you were squeezing your dick. You swallow thickly, already getting dehydrated, but you’d rather die than make a fool of yourself trying to stumble to the kitchen to get water—plus, Kyle didn’t need to know you went into a rut because of him. So, through all the brain fog, you remind yourself to listen for Kyle in his room to get you an opportunity to get a much needed glass of water.
You’ve long since given up on trying to stay quiet, deciding to forgo suppressing your wanton moans and desperate whines. Every now and then, shame builds up in your gut because Kyle’s name passes your lips, pleading for him despite the knowledge you shouldn’t want him so bad. But you want him anyway, and it almost made you feel too guilty to keep going. Almost.
Little did you know, Kyle’s in the guest room separated by just one wall, and he can hear everything. Every groan and huff and grunt. Every call of his name. And he has his hand in his pants, stroking himself with the same guilt that you’re feeling. He twisted his hand around his cock languidly, his palm closing around the tip with every few strokes.
When he walked past your room on the way to his earlier that night, he got the strongest whiff of your musk that he’d ever gotten, even when the two of you were in a relationship so many years ago. It all finally clicked in his mind at that moment.
He’s heard about people replacing their designation a couple times before, but he never expected you to be one of those people. Through his entire time knowing you, you never expressed any interest in that kind of thing. But quite honestly, he doesn’t care. All he knows is that you were going through a rut and God, did he want to be there to help you.
After he recovers from a couple quick orgasms and cleans up the mess as best he could, he gets up and deliberates for a bit. He could offer you some assistance, but imagine the consequences. He would never be able to live it down if he asked to help you with your rut and you turned him away point blank. The embarrassment would be too much. He sighs and gets himself together to at the very least get you some water.
He knocks on your door with a glass of water in hand a couple minutes later and hears you stumble off your bed with a harsh thud. “J-Just a sec!” You call out to him, trying to pull on a pair of sweatpants as fast as possible after wiping your sticky hand off on the towel.
When you open your door, your skin is practically dripping with sweat and your limbs are shaking just a bit. “Sorry, just, uh—tripped. Y’caught me off guard,” is what you’re able to muster up, but not without a voice crack in the middle. “What did you need?”
He looks almost as embarrassed as you do, with his eyes darting everywhere but you. “Um… I just thought I’d bring you some water.” He offers the glass to you and you take it, knowing at that moment that he’s heard everything you’ve been doing. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip nervously and you clear your throat, trying to stave off that ever-present feeling of guilt that settled in your stomach from the moment you got into bed. “Thanks. I appreciate it.” You mumble, looking at the floor.
The silence is awkward while you stand there in front of each other. You desperately urge the floor to swallow you whole to avoid the question you know he’s going to ask you, but instead you settle for broaching the subject yourself.
“Can you help me with—”
“Do you want me to help—”
You end up cutting each other off and you internally curse whatever higher power put you in this situation. They had to be out to get you at this point.
You shift from one foot to the other uncomfortably. Through all of this tension, your throbbing boner still hadn’t gone away. In fact, it was actually getting worse with Kyle standing barely a foot away from you, forcing his tantalizing scent to fill your nostrils and sending wave after devastating wave of desire through your body and straight to your cock.
He sees your fingers clinging to the door frame where you were holding it to keep yourself upright, the veins in your hand springing to the surface with how tightly you were grasping it. He puts a hand on your still bare chest, making your hairs stand on end from the skin on skin contact. “Here, just—go lay down, okay? You can barely stand, c’mon…” He takes the water from your hand and carefully herds you over to the bed, letting you collapse on it.
He could smell the sex in here; it was overpowering, making his pupils dilate and his mouth water. You pant with little huffs of breath looking up at him with glassy eyes filled with unbridled lust. “Kyle—fuck, please let me fuck you, please,” you groan.
He snaps out of the trance he got locked into from watching you slip your sweats down to let your cock spring free and land, heavy and dripping, onto your stomach. You reach for the waistband of his shorts, tugging on them. He gets the hint and pulls his shirt and bottoms off before climbing onto the bed and sitting on his knees.
You shakily roll over and wrap your arms around him from behind. You lean over him, urging him on all fours. He gasps when he feels your swollen, rock hard cock slide against his slick, wet asshole. Memories of how well you fill him come flooding back as though it was yesterday, sending a shiver down his spine. He mumbles your name and glances back at you when he notices you’ve gone rigid behind him. “Are you okay—”
He yelps when you spear him on your cock all of a sudden, sinking all the way to the hilt. You let out a deep, long moan at the feeling of his hole stretching to make room for you. “Shit—Kyle…” You drag out his name, burying your face in the space between his shoulder blades. “You feel so good, so so good,” you babble on, halfway incoherent with his name on your lips over and over.
Kyle reaches back and rests his hand on your shoulder, trailing it up to pet along the back of your neck and eliciting a pleased grumble in the pits of your chest. You rock your hips back and forth ever so slightly, working him open to make room for your dick for a while. He moans at the way one of the ridges of your cock rubs against his prostate over and over.
When you felt he was ready for you, you start to thrust into him properly, pulling out almost to the tip and then right back in slowly. “Y’feel good, love,” he says, a small quake in his voice and a small smile on his face.
Your lips connect to his neck, nibbling and sucking on his skin roughly, wanting to leave bruises that would last for a good while. You needed to make him yours. He accepts every mark you leave along his neck and shoulders, his smile growing the longer your cock dragged along his walls. You luckily managed to keep teeth away from where you last left your mark on him, narrowly avoiding the sensitive patch of skin.
You start to groan quietly, body shaking from the way you’re tensing your muscles and holding back. He takes notice of your reluctance and looks back at you, concerned. “What’s wrong?” He asks and you whine, your fingers starting to dig into the meat of his stomach where your arms were wrapped around him. “D-Don’t want… to hurt you, Kyle,” you pant, voice breathy. “Not gonna be able to stop myself…”
“You’re not gonna hurt me, love. Don’t hold back, it’s okay,” he reassures you with a soft voice, his tone releasing the tension in your body.
His words renewed the overwhelming desperation clouding your mind. You clench your teeth and, with a deep, rumbling growl, you speed up your pace and your thrusts become rough, merciless. He tosses his head back in surprise and moans your name sharply. The power of your hips slamming into him ends up pushing him face down and ass up, his face getting buried in the sheets.
His moans get chopped up in time with each time you pump your cock into his hole, his whole body getting jostled forward from the force you’re exerting. Goosebumps rise on his skin as your groans reverberate through your chest into his back and your shaft twitches against his walls, all the sensations overwhelming him. To ground himself, he lifts one of his arms up from where it had been laying uselessly by his side and reaches behind him to grab your shoulder.
Kyle feels his orgasm sneak up on him, having gotten lost in the pleasure of being with you again, but in so many new ways. “Shit, love—fuck—I want your knot baby, please,” he cries, tossing his head back. He never imagined he would be asking you for such a thing; you’ve had sex with each other many, many times before, but never like this. This was something else entirely, and it felt so, so good.
You groan in response to his words. You’ve never heard him so desperate before, and it fills you with a deep sense of confidence. It’s not as though you haven’t slept with anyone since splitting with Kyle, but something about him begging for you sent you into a frenzy.
He yelps at the sudden change in pace. You unintentionally forced him down into a prone bone position, your full weight on top of him and your arms pulling him into every thrust. Your teeth latch onto the back of his neck and scruff him with a growl. You vaguely register that you’re trying to say something despite your mouth being occupied, but you can’t find it in yourself to stop, no matter how embarrassing it might be later.
He shivers at the feeling of your saliva dripping down his neck and seeping into the bedsheets, joining the pool of his own drool where his mouth was hanging open from pure ecstasy. Your cock was hitting the perfect angle in this position, flat on his stomach and his legs pinned between your knees. With you on top of him it was easier to feel your swelling knot catching on the rim of his wet asshole. He slowly joins you in your mindless babbling, begging and pleading for you to give him that sweet release.
“I-I missed you so much, love, oh God—please, want you to fill me up, please, please, please—!” He wails when he cums, his spend getting caught under his body and wetting the sheets along with a wave of slick gushing out of his hole past your dick. It was the most intense orgasm he’s had in ages, all because of you.
The clutch of his walls fluttering around you makes you finally let go of his neck and throw your head back with a sharp groan. “Fuck—fuck!” You hiss, squeezing him tighter in your arms and shoving your knot into his tight, wet heat. Your cum floods his hole, filling him up to the brim. He sobs at the warm feeling. It felt so different with your knot added to the mix, stretching him wide.
You relax on top of him, with a heavy sigh, taking hold of him and rolling you both on your sides to spoon him and hold him close. You nuzzle your face in his neck, already rocking your hips into him again needily. It was gonna be a long night, he thinks to himself while running his hands up and down your forearms where they lay against his stomach.
First time posting smut. It's like. Barely smut but shhh I'm dipping my toes in. Feedback is always appreciated 🔪 💖
warnings
smut, pegging, anal sex, anal fingering, butt plugs, role reversal, top/bottom dynamics, dom/sub dynamics, bottom!gaz, top!reader, top!gaz, bottom!reader, consent checks, sexy costumes (playboy bunny and actual bunny), established relationship
It started as a joke. A Halloween party at a mutual friend's house. You found a red robe at the thrift that reminded you of a certain someone associated with a particular magazine. It took surprisingly little convincing to get Kyle into a playboy bunny costume.
After one too many jello shots and a handsy cab ride home, one thing led to another, and wouldn't you know it? Your pretty boy was bouncing on your cock/strap with his lacy bunny ears hanging on for dear life.
A passing comment about how Kyle is "hopping on your dick like a little bunny" makes his leaky cock twitch against his abdomen. Cute. You make a mental note to tease him about it when he's actually coherent. All in good fun, of course.
That's that for several months, just an inside joke between lovers. That is, until a sex toy company you've bought vibrators and a few ropes from in the past sends out a mass email alert.
"Happy Easter!", reads the subject line. "Show somebunny how much you love them this holiday season" you want to laugh at how corny it is, a nice chuckle amidst the mess of coworkers trying to contact you on your off day and coupon codes for various fast fashion brands. So you click on the email, preparing to take a screenshot to show your friend, when you are greeted with a pretty model. Blonde, uncomfortably perfect teeth, unrealistic body standards. But it's what she's wearing that catches your attention.
White mesh, baby pink bows on the side, completely see-through save for the little carrots painstakingly embroidered over the nipples and one over her airbrushed crotch.
The second photo is sans panties, a side view of the generic model that has her showing off the fluffy buttplug peaking out from between her cheeks.
You forward a picture to Kyle, intending to poke fun at it and nothing more. Though the text you receive in return changes the direction of that conversation entirely.
Buy it.
A week later (thanks priority shipping!) you have your gorgeous boyfriend holding his thighs in trembling hands while you diligently work open his ass.
Flimsy panties are shoved to the side while your lubed-up fingers push past the tight ring of muscle. You watch as your boyfriend's brow furrows before relaxing into an expression of pure bliss, the prettiest eyes you've ever seen peering at you as you work diligently to prep his hole.
Breathy pleas to "just hurry up already" encourage you to do the opposite. Why wouldn't you take your sweet time, peeling back layer after layer until you have a sweet boy writhing in your shared bed, every nerve alight with pleasure? Just as he does to you when the tables are turned.
As you continue to subject Kyle to this delightful torture, you take a moment to admire just how gorgeous he is. Laid out like a sacrifice for an ancient god, white mesh bound together with silky ribbons adorn his perfectly carved form. The sheer fabric makes a rather pathetic attempt to conceal his drooling cock, precum soaking through so it's even more transparent.
Finally, after what feels like hours of pleading, you decide he's ready.
"Relax." You chide as cold metal against his puckered hole causes Kyle to tense. "I thought you were ready."
"I am!" He replies all too quickly, shuffling around for a moment until you gently place a hand on his muscular thigh.
"Just relax."
A few minutes later, the plug is popped into place. White synthetic fluff peaks out from what you firmly believe to be the best bubble butt on God's green earth. Cute.
"How's it feel?"
"Different."
"Different good or different bad?" You watch his reaction closely, ready to adjust to whatever Kyle needs in the moment.
There's a pause as he thinks it over, mentally examining the new sensation before coming to a conclusion.
"Good. Definitely good."
You breathe a sigh of relief. It would've been disappointing for both of you if the whole thing was a flop. Though your bank account would've taken the worst blow.
"In that case.... I have one more surprise for you." You reply, glee evident in your tone.
He watches as you practically leap off the bed to go grab a small, unassuming box. You encourage him to open it and when he does, he's greeted with the matching headband. Fuzzy white ears, one flops over slightly, and a tiny carrot charm adorns both sides. Frankly, it ties the whole look together and it's absolutely adorable.
Kyle's face lights up as he laughs, carefully placing the ears on his head and striking a pose.
"How do I look?"
You pretend to think about it, as if he isn't the most gorgeous man you've ever met. Kyle could wear a potato sack and you'd swoon.
Instead of giving a verbal answer, you shed your own clothes. To which he gives a low whistle of approval.
This time, it's you hopping on his dick like a rabbit in heat.
