Summary: Although you try to forget Kyle with someone new, both of you know he can’t be replaced. Against your better judgment, you call him for a pickmeup
Warnings: toxic!kyle, afab!reader, piv sex, no use of y/n, pussy pronouns, fingering, praise, hair pulling, reader gets spanked with a belt, brief mention of subspace (for reader), lots of crying, falling in love during sex, lots of angst
A/N: this was inspired by the songs heartbreak hotline and kiss & tell a phone by voilá!! Sorry it took so long, I moved into a new apartment last week and ya girl has been SWAMPED but here it is :) Also this gif makes me FERAL where tf are all the gaz fics???
You slam the door behind you, the sound ricocheting through your apartment walls. Tears swell in your eyes and cloud your vision, falling slowly down your cheeks. Leaning back against the door, you let out a harsh breath. It was done. You ended it.
So why didn't you feel any better?
For five months you were strung along by some guy that could barely even be bothered to learn your last name. If you were being honest with yourself, you knew it wasn’t going to work. You two were barely compatible, but you tried so hard to make it work anyway.
Probably because you were still trying to get over him.
You didn’t remember when or how it started exactly, only that whenever you felt lonely or were craving someone else’s body heat, you called Kyle.
Like clockwork, he’d show up at your door with a devious smile and raised brow, resting an arm against the doorframe above you. He’d never enter until you told him how much you missed him. How much you needed him. And you’d give it to him. Every time.
But he never called first.
Time after time he would show up, luring you with his siren call of worship and devotion. He praised you like you were his creator, like you were the only woman he could ever see.
“You’re so fucking hot it hurts.”
“I’ve been dreaming of tasting you all day. Spread those legs for me, baby girl. I’m starving.”
“There’s no prettier sight than you moaning and shaking underneath me. Give in to me, baby."
“Let me show you how good you make me feel.”
Only to disappear after, leaving you feeling more alone than before. So you did the only thing you could. You tried to move on.
Tried.
Your hands shake as you grab your phone out of your pocket, regretting every movement you were making but still unable to stop. You bite back the bile rising to your throat, your body trying to warn you to turn back like it did every time. You never did listen.
You dial Kyle’s number.
The first ring blares from your phone and you feel dread, hot and intense, building in your stomach. The phone continues to ring and anxiety seeps through you. Your thoughts race and collide and you collapse under the pressure.
“This was a bad idea, fuck.” You mumble under your breath, moving to cancel the call, “stopstopstop-”
“Hello?”
His voice sucks all the breath from you, and suddenly you’re frozen in place, brain malfunctioning and mouth drying up.
He speaks again, “You there?”
“Yeah,” you rasp, not even sure he heard you. Not even sure if you want him to.
Kyle hums, “Be there in twenty.”
He hangs up before you’re able to respond, like he knew if you thought about it for another second you’d call it off. You have twenty minutes and Kyle will be at your doorstep again.
You begin to pace, unsure of what to do. You don’t know whether to be ashamed or excited or regretful or—
A patterned knocking snaps you out of your spiral.
He’s here.
You turn towards the door. You take slow steps as if your feet were made of stone, as if gravity was begging you to rethink opening the door, to keep him shut out while you still can. You twist the handle.
Familiar light eyes blink down at you. “There she is. Been awhile.”
His playful demeanor shifts when he sees your wet lashes. Kyle coos at the tears on your cheeks, softly brushing them away with his thumb.
“Another man do this to you?”
You nod, only half in truth.
“You know,” he begins, a smirk on his face, “they say the way to get over someone is to get under me.”
You scoff, rolling your eyes and swatting at his chest.
"It's true," The corner of his mouth tugs upward in a half-smile, his eyes darkening. “Care to find out, love?”
“Show me.”
His smile grows, crossing his arms. “Tell me how much you want it.”
You pout, eyebrows furrowing, “Kyle come on you know that’s not-”
He lets out a single laugh, “Oh don’t tell me you think you’re in charge?”
The words die in your throat, body ablaze for him already. Your eyes drop to the floor, shaking your head. He doesn’t say a word, but you know what he wants to hear.
“I’ve missed you so fucking much.” You mumble.
“Me or my cock?”
“God—both. I touched myself every goddamn night thinking of you-”
“And you still didn’t call? Tsk. Silly girl.”
You opened and closed your mouth, at a loss for words. You settle for a breathless “Please” that sounds far more desperate than you’d like.
Maybe it’s because it’s been so long, maybe it’s because seeing you cry is doing something to him, but he decides to take pity on you and give in.
His arms uncross, and in a quick motion he’s grabbing your face with both hands, kissing you like he never thought he’d see you again, like he felt something more for you and if he didn’t do it now he’d never get the chance.
Fireworks explode in your stomach like they always do when he kisses you. For just a moment, everything is okay. Everything is forgiven and forgotten, so long as he keeps his hands on you.
“Bedroom,” he speaks between kisses, “Now.”
You nod eagerly as you both begin to trip over each other and into furniture. Moving to your bed, hands never straying from the other. You tug on the front of his shirt in a silent plea.
He pushes you back on the bed and his lips hover over your neck, familiarizing himself again with your scent and pressing delicate kisses along the skin. You shudder, wrapping your arms around his wide shoulders.
For even such a slight touch, your body is on fire. Raw pure desire and consumes you wholly. Any logic or reason that could’ve coaxed you out of wanting him is fully gone now.
You whine, “I need you, Kyle.”
“Shh. I know, love. I know.”
His hips grind into yours and a breathless laugh leaves his lips. “Feel what you do to me? Feel how hard I am for you, doll?”
He doesn’t wait for a response as his lips dance down your body as he begins to strip you of you clothing layer by layer. When he’s got you fully nude underneath him, he meets your eyes again.
“God you’re stunning.”
His fingers reach between your legs, tantalizingly running along your folds. He smiles to himself when he hears the impatient noises you make.
“Aw baby. Look at how your pretty pussy reacts to me.” Kyle raises his pointer and ring finger, pulling them apart to show you the line of slick between them. “I think she’s missed me.”
Without warning he plunges his fingers into you, moving them steady as you begin to clench helplessly around him. The intrusion is sudden but you’re so desperate for it you don’t care. He reaches that gummy spot in your walls that has you screaming and clawing at him for more with ease. Like he knows your body as well as his own, like he’s spent all the time in the world learning how to get under your skin. He knows he’s got you when you grab his wrist to steady yourself, your eyes hooded and mouth parted.
His fingers find that perfect spot in you between every word he speaks, “I’ve. Fuckin’. Missed. Her. Too.”
You tumble all too quickly, hurdling towards a high you’d barely even begun. You reach out again, this time to kiss him. Your mouths tangle and tongues intertwine as your breathing slowly returns to normal. He’s got you where he wants you. Pliant, soft. He knew he’d have to get you off before he could get you there but there you are.
When he knows you’ve recovered he flips you over, your forearms on the bed and ass in the air. You hear the sound of his belt being undone and squeeze your legs together.
“How many you think you deserve for touching yourself without me? For not calling me?”
You let out some combination of a moan and whine. He knows everything about this turns you on, that as you grasp at the bedsheets you’re equal parts willing to cooperate and wanting to disobey so he’ll punish you more.
But he chooses for you.
You feel the sharp pain of the leather against your skin. It’s a light hit, one that isn’t meant to stay and linger. It’s a warning.
“I asked you a question, sweetheart.” His voice is sickeningly sweet, almost daring you to talk back.
“I-I don’t know.”
“You don’t know.” He repeats back in a monotone voice. He doesn’t like the way that answer tastes in his mouth.
“How about this, you count for me and then I decide when we’re done.” His hands slide over your ass, kneading the flesh possessively.
You nod quickly, making a noise of agreement which he accepts. Sooner than you expect you feel another flash of pain.
A yelp leaves your mouth and if it were anyone else they might stop, but Kyle knows he’s just turning you on.
“One.”
Another hit and you can feel the sticky wetness between your legs. You call out his name as a plea for more. Again and again his belt makes contact with your ass and it’s all you can do to hold yourself up and count without falling so deep into a subspace you’ll never get out of.
You don’t know what number you get to before he stops, only that all of a sudden his arms are around you, cooing at your teary eyes again and pressing kisses to your hairline. Apologies tumble out of your mouth for not calling him but he dismisses them.
“You did so good, baby. I think you deserve a reward, hmm?”
You nod, your voice worn out. Kyle smiles and undresses himself, slowing taking off his shirt in a way that has you drooling over him. When he stands naked before you he kisses you, both arms gently moving your hips up in the air again. He’s careful with you, conscious of how sore you must be.
He rubs the tip of his cock through your folds and lets out a sigh. “Christ I’ve fuckin’ missed this.”
He enters you slowly, allowing you plenty of time to adjust before you start bouncing yourself back on him. He’s just as eager as you are and begins to fuck your roughly, grabbing your hair to make you look at him.
“Who fucks you like this, huh? Fuckin’ who?”
You cry out his name, telling him exactly what he wants to hear like it’s been rehearsed a hundred times. You feel him throbbing inside you he once again reaches that gummy part of you that’s got you begging for more.
He leans over you, arms surrounding yours and fingers intertwining with your own as he snaps his hips into you. The warmth of his stomach is pressing against your back and something about it just clicks in your brain.
You’re falling for him.
You break out into a sob immediately, like your body is just coming to the realization and your brain is begging you to take it back. To feel anything except love for a man that will leave you over and over again. That already has.
"Starting to think you look for shitty guys just so you can call me to make it better." Kyle laughs in your ear, “But I’ll come kiss it better. Every damn time.”
You can’t say it with the tears, but Kyle knows you’re close from the way you’re squeezing him. He slides a hand down your body and rubs your clit in tight circles.
“I know you want it, don’t you? You’ve done so well, baby. I want you to cum.”
Your body obeys in a flash of white hot flames engulfing your body. Although you’re barely aware of your surroundings, you’re very aware of Kyle, and aware that he’s close too. Your voice is hoarse, and you barely sound like yourself, but over and over you beg, “Inside, please, I need it, I need-”
You don’t expect him to listen to you, but he does. He makes the most beautiful groans at he reaches his high, rutting inside you to prolong his pleasure. He stays in place, catching his breath, but not for long. Barely a minute passes before he’s pulling out of you and you can already feel the shift in the air as he stands, eyes glancing towards his clothes.
Your eyes fall to the ground again, angry at yourself for expecting anything different. Angry at yourself for the love you feel for him.
You sniffle, reaching out to hold his hand. You must look like a mess, but he says nothing. “Stay with me. Please.”
Kyle’s eyes seem far away, the distance being rebuilt between you, but he nods anyway. You know soon he’ll be gone again, and maybe you’ll never win him over, but he’s here now. Maybe that’s all you can ask for.
Okay but with them tracking the Internet history of roommate!reader they would definitely see way more than she'd want them too.
I.e. erotic fiction stories or fanfiction. They would be very interested in that lol
(And if it's me, a ton of odd research about cool bugs and animal videos(
100% Kyle's favorite pass time is watching their girls' browser history. Checks every evening before going to sleep.
They know of every fetish she has, what toys she buys. Everything.
Johnny tries to read a bit of what she does. He doesn't know who the characters are, but their girl has a deviant streak.
Price asks for a report on all fetish things their girl looks up. How many times has she searched it? Read a book about it? Watched porn about it?
Simon is the only one normal about it really. He enjoys watching the funny animal videos she does. Sure he's interested in her kinks but isn't too concerned about the stories she reads,
"He can do better than any 2 bit smut book." He tells Johnny.
