Day four of kinktober '23, featuring f!yn, Gaz, Soap, and doubling up.

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Funny what a little too much alcohol in your system can do. You weren’t piss drunk, you still had your wits about you, but you wouldn’t be walking a straight line for at least a few hours. All happy, throwing a smile at anyone who moved within a three-foot radius of you. Just more pleasant, friendly, and giddy when inebriated.

So when your fellow sergeants suggest heading back to the lodgings a little early, you don’t complain. Inhibitions out the window and all, much like your clothes. Not literally, Soap hadn’t been that careless in his hasty removal of your top and pants. They were…somewhere on the floor of Gaz’s room. You hoped at least.

Not that you cared much for that now, not when you’re pressed chest to chest with Gaz, Soap knelt between you with his tongue working its way between your folds. A mixture of saliva and arousal trails down your thigh as Soap shifts your hips forward to get a better angle on you. 

“Shit,” you breathe, dropping your head onto Gaz’s shoulder; the smell of vetiver and vanilla lingering there from his cologne. 

“No, no, no,” he tuts and takes your face in his hands, lifting it back up, “Don’t hide. Let me see that pretty face of yours.”

Pretty is one way to put it, face flushed with your eyes glazed over. If only Gaz had thought to keep his phone nearby so he could get a picture to keep for later when the three of you were separated. For now, he’d settle for a mental picture and enjoying you and the way you react to Soap’s tongue in the here and now. His eyes flicker down to where Soap’s tongue is working its magic. The sight sends a jolt of arousal through him, his own desire growing with each moan that escapes your lips.

Those beautiful expressions switch from brow-furrowed concentration to dazed unfocus when Soap’s mouth moves forward to seal around that little bundle of nerves, two fingers filling his tongue’s absence. Instantly you whine, weight leaning into Gaz as your legs briefly give way. Ever the gentleman, his arm snakes around your waist to help support your body.

“God, you are a sight right now, love,” he whispers into your hair, “Wish you could see what Johnny’s doing to you.” He presses gentle kisses to your neck, his stubble grazing against your skin. "You like that, don't you?"

The idea makes you moan and you can feel Soap’s grin as he draws another whine from you when pulls his mouth away and withdraws his fingers. “‘Nough teasin’. K, get down ‘ere.” He slips between your legs to sit behind you, one hand full of cheek while his slick fingers move two inches backward, making you gasp when one presses against the tight ring of muscle. Gaz obliges the other man, his kisses moving lower down your chest, stomach, and one final one below your navel before his mouth takes the place of Soap’s. With a mischievous grin, Soap continues to apply gentle pressure, slowly working his finger and tongue against the clenching entrance.

All you can do is choke back a rather embarrassing sound, fingers curling into Gaz’s coarse hair as they each take handfuls of your ass and thighs. You curse again, your body unsure of which direction it wants to rock, just knowing it wants more. Each twitch in one direction has a tongue chasing you in the opposite one until you’re not sure if you can remain standing on your own. The pressure in your core builds like a carbonated drink being slowly shaken up, but you don’t want the cap to be twisted off, not yet.

Being the needy thing you are, you want more. Crave more of them, never satisfied with just this. You tell the two men knelt around you as such (in so many words), tugging their heads away from your slick, sensitive skin by taking handfuls of their hair.

For a man of his build, Soap moves to stand with a quickness that could rival a competitive sprinter and removes his pants, not even bothering to wipe his mouth clean. Equally if not more eager to give you the contact you crave, clear in the way he captures your mouth with his. Hardening flesh ruts against the back of your thigh. 

“Careful, Johnny. Don’t suffocate her.” Gaz sits back on his heels to look up at the two of you, his hands trailing up and down your thighs when your body tenses at the intrusion of the Scot’s fingers between your cheeks. For all his preparation, it’s still unexpected, though welcome once your brain convinces your muscles to relax. 

“S’just payback for all the times she took my breath away tonight.” He chuckles, parting from your lips long enough to let you catch your breath before closing on you once again. Once satisfied that you can handle him, Soap’s fingers retreat to line himself up and slowly press in as his other hand rests on your back, guiding you to hinge forward. “Fuck. That’s it, lass. Just lean up on Kyle there, yeah?” 

You nod, hands planted on Gaz’s shoulders for support and forehead to his. His hands settle onto your waist to draw soothing circles when your brow furrows at six inches finding themselves where they ought not to be. “Perfect, pretty thing. You’re doing amazing,” his lips find your temple, kissing it. “Think you can handle more?” Another nod accompanied by a whispered “Yes” from you is all the answer Gaz needs to help you back into a standing position, ass flush with the front of Soap’s hips.

His strong arms wrap around your waist to ease your weight off the ground so your legs can settle around Gaz’s middle when he stands. You groan at the change in pressure in your abdomen and your head falls back against Soap’s shoulder, head turning to press a series of needy kisses to his neck. “Fuckin’ beautiful,” he muses upon hearing the sweet moans that fill his ears as Gaz sinks into you, The two men hold you between them, sharing your weight, for a few moments, allowing you to get familiar with the feeling of them.

You finally lift your head and kiss them each in turn. “I’m good.”

“Yeah?” Soap asks, his grip on your hips tightening.

“Yeah,” you repeat back, giving your hips an experimental roll that causes your head to fall back again with a moan, “Amazing.”

They share a look and a silent nod before partially moving out, and then back in. Slow and easy movements until a rhythm is found that works for the three of you. Opposite time from the other, ensuring that at least one hole was filled fully while the other ached for more. Back and forth you rock between them; grunts, moans, and panting fill the otherwise silent space in these four walls.

You can feel the pressure building in your core again as they push and pull their way in and out of you, the fullness from their lengths making it difficult to concentrate on little else. They move faster, Gaz’s thumb finding your clit and rolling it in circles over the sensitive nerves while Soap’s teeth dig into your shoulder. Your moaned curses get louder and more desperate; the bottle being shaken to its breaking point until finally, the cap comes off. Your body tenses and spasms between them as they continue in their movements and your fingernails dig into Gaz’s arms, needing to find something to ground you as your orgasm overtakes your vision and heartrate muffles all other sounds. 

Reality comes back to you only to feel hot spurts shooting onto your thigh as Gaz strokes out his own orgasm. You catch his scrunch face in your hands and pull him in for a kiss that muffles your moans as Soap continues to chase his own completion. A few more good thrusts and he finds it, filling you while planting wet kisses across the back of your shoulders and neck.

“Atta girl, you fuckin’ beautiful thing.”

“Did wonderful, love. Took us so well.”

“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up, yeah? You’re a right mess.”

Sparring with Kyle/Gaz ;)

Summary: you see kyle sparring with Soap and he calls you over for a turn

Kyle x female reader

Warnings: sexual content MDNI (18+)

Words: 2.9k

ENJOY!!! (I have more ideas for this, if an extension is wanted :) )

You were sweaty and gross, your muscles ached and urged you to rest but you’re determined to ingrain this strategy into your head until it’s muscle memory. You’ve been in the training room for two hours now, the floorplan of the short walls/barriers/tires/cement blocks committed to memory. Your gray tank top is now turned black, your baby hairs stick to your forehead, and every few minutes you feel the tickle of sweat dripping down your lower back. You crouch behind a large piece of plywood for cover as the imaginary terrorists shoot at you and you routinely reload your gun. You’ve been trying to perfect this routine for the last hour and half, and your pride won’t allow you to leave unless you get it perfect seeing as this exact routine is why Kyle’s arm has four new stitches from your last excursion. 

The last mission Price had ordered for everyone to split up to cover more ground, you and Kyle were set to search the north side of the warehouse together. It was expected for there to be a couple of casualties but booby traps were not accounted for. In short, you headed up a set of stairs with Kyle directly behind you when you heard the hollow thump of your boot on the hardwood floor before you had mere seconds to lean out of the way of a knife swinging down towards your chest. Your sudden movement caught Kyle’s attention but not quite quick enough before the knife made quick work of his bicep. Thankfully, it wasn’t too deep to require him to take time off or anything like that but still, Simon's reckless driving to the med bay, followed by four stitches, was not exactly on his calendar for that day. 

Regardless of how miniscule the injury actually was, you had made a mistake and it ended up hurting one of your teammates, even worse it being Kyle of all people. You can’t help but think if the knife had hit somewhere more severe or if even the weapon were more severe. Mere inches and Kyle could’ve had a knife in his arm instead of grazing it and that’s enough to start a downward spiral of self-deprecating thoughts that you don’t have the energy to entertain right now. But he’s so kind and understanding, you know he wouldn’t be mad at you but you also know how seriously he takes his job regardless of how easy or difficult a mission is expected to be. He’s human, a beautiful human, but still he makes mistakes just like the rest of us, you remind yourself.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a soft spot for him, you knew it as soon as you’d joined the task force. You never gave men's attractiveness too much thought in your regular life but as soon as you saw his dark brown eyes and beautiful mocha skin, you genuinely thought he was the most handsome man you’ve probably ever seen. If he even looked at you for too long you’d feel the blood rush to your cheeks nevermind having to work closely alongside him. It had taken a couple months for you to perfect your look of stoicism when you were around him all to hide the fact that the first thing you did when you closed the door to your personal quarters was blush and giggle like a schoolgirl replaying your interactions with him from the day over in your head. You still remember the first time you and him were put on sniper watch together, just you and him on the roof of a carefully selected building in the cold, late hours of a night in Russia. You had spotted something about 130 meters out and turned with your sniper winking through the scope, the movement caused your hips to lightly push against his side and you stayed there all while pretending you didn’t even notice. You acted like you couldn’t feel the heat radiating from his side to yours, almost jealous of his blood circulation. After a long time of waiting for nothing to happen you two had shared a little conversation and some banter but that was it before Price was calling a success and you all headed back to base camp. Some would call it nothing but you think about those memories as if it’s your favorite movie. 

The lights of the training room flicker and remind you of what you were doing before you were so distracted by thoughts of a certain someone, realizing how long you’ve been distracted and how good it feels to sit, you dejectedly call it a day. You sloppily collect your things and slug your bag over your shoulder and head for the exit. Laughter can be quietly heard through the door and as you push it open to reveal the rest of the gym, you can easily see who the laughter belongs to. It seems Johnny and Kyle have arrived at the gym and are sparring. Johnny overall has a physical advantage but Kyle is strategic and analytic with his hits. You walk to the exit of the gym doors unable to look away from the pair as if it were a car crash so to say. It feels wrong to stare but you can’t help but to look. To notice how the sweat soaks Kyle's dark hair, gleams over the back of his neck, to hear how heavy his breath is, how hot it probably is. How it would feel to be in Johnny’s position. To see the veins bulge in Kyle’s biceps in real time, how big he looks when he raises his shoulders, and how serious his face looks when he’s determined. You’re almost at the front door, your eyes on them still when Kyle throws Johnny to the floor, manages to slip under him and then wrap his bicep under the scots neck into a headlock. They thrash as one for a bit and Kyle takes the worst? Best? Opportunity to look around and see you standing there watching them. If your face wasn’t already red enough it sure would raise some questions now. He looks directly into your eyes and at first it almost seems like shock until it turns into a competitive smirk. Possibly an innocent look but the chain reaction of thoughts in your head it caused were everything but innocent. 

You turn quickly making your way to the door the only goal being to make it to your vibrator as soon as possible. You could already feel the slick between your folds as you walked, you needed to get home now. Distantly you hear tapping on the mats and soap say something about having enough of getting his ass beat, then a quieter smack which you assume is them dapping each other up going their separate ways. Mind clouded with arousal you almost miss whatever Kyle’s yelling about until you realize he’s calling your name. He’s calling for you…

Okay maybe this isn’t the best headspace to be in when a beautiful man is sweaty and hot and smells like pure testosterone and lead and is actively trying to talk to you. You finally turn and focus on him to see what exactly he’s calling you for. 

“Hey come ‘ere! You owe me an apology for this!” He calls while pointing at his bicep. You figure he’s right and currently your best response is to drop your head and tiredly make your way back to where he is and meet him on the mats.

“In my defense, I did apologize…I said it many times.” You say setting down your bag and taking off your shoes. It was kind of an unspoken rule not to wear shoes on the mats as it makes them filthy and socks prove for better, quicker mobility on them anyways. 

“Yea well here we are, aren’t we? And as far as I can tell, I have four stitches yet you’re somehow…spotless?” He speaks casually, you’d say that you detected a bit of a flirtatious lilt in there but Kyle doesn’t seem to be one to flirt with coworkers and it’s probably simply his competitive spirit happy to have kicked Johnny’s ass. 

You take a high swing around his ear level and he dodges easily, which is unsurprising to you. “C’mon lovie you got’a be faster than that '' He speaks lowly before dropping to the ground and sweeping your feet. Before you know it you’re in the exact same position Johnny was in just a few moments before. You feel his thick bicep wrap around your neck and his hot breath right beside your ear. The hair on the back of your neck stands on end out of fear yet also arousal.

You rub your thighs together as subtly as possible and Kyle pretends not to notice. You grip his forearm with your hands trying to pull his arm away from your neck, his grip isn’t life threatening but it’s tight enough to not give you any wiggle room. In a flash, you roll over onto your stomach, he has no choice but to follow and all of a sudden he’s on top of you and now it’s your turn to ignore his bulge pressed against your ass. Under his breath he mutters “Well this is certainly a change” right beside your ear and all of a sudden his smell is all around you, hints of cedar and coffee grounds, heavy with iron. He squeezes your legs together with his on either side of yours and it seems you’ve offered yourself more of a favor than an escape. You push back against him hard to cover it as an opportunity to get out of his hold and certainly not to unspokenly beg for something else is that general area. “Was this your plan all along?” He asks and you refuse to acknowledge what he’s implying. “My plan was to go home and shower.” He huffs as if to agree that his plans were similar. “But I couldn’t refuse your invitation.” You reply out of breath from being tossed around. You slowly stop thrashing and your body begins to relax a little and he does the same while slowly rocking forward.

“You’re quite strong for your size, if I wasn’t paying attention the sucker you threw might’ve been enough to knock me out.” He speaks quietly almost as if there’s not enough air in the room to allow him to be any louder. “I’d say the same but you already know you’re strong, there’s no use in inflating your ego any bigger than it already is.” You know it's a lie, Kyle isn’t a narcissistic person in any sense of the word but you’re hoping that just maybe if you keep talking he’ll keep inching his hips closer to yours and maybe his breath will get a little hotter for a different reason. He chuckles, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” So you both don’t but his point means nothing to you when he slowly removes his arm from your neck only to replace it with his hand. His palms are warm and his fingers are long, and you can’t help but arch your back into the touch. He looks down to see your ass mere inches from the hardon he’s sporting in his loose track pants. He wants this just as bad as you do and you have no idea how many nights he’s kept silent and simply dreamt about having you in this exact position. As much as he wants nothing more than to feel the heat radiating from between your thighs he wants you to initiate the connection, he knows the reputation of military men and even though he doesn’t see any signs of you discouraging him, he doesn’t want to assume anything. Safe for you, you can be impatient and this happens to be one of those times. You’re so close to getting what you’ve wanted for so long, shame is out the window, your brain is simply functioning on your arousal. You push your hips back and turn your head up and back to look at him. He outwardly groans seeing your face and finally getting some sort of friction between you two. “Kyle…please” You whine as he uses your throat to lightly grind his hips into yours, you’re sure there’s a wet spot showing through your pants. “Please what darling?” He asks and you just don’t have it in you to formulate any sort of sentence so you simply lean your shoulders down to the mats, deepen the arch in your back and reach a hand down between your hips and rub your fingers over the sensitive bud of nerves over the layers of your pants. “Look at you, is that all it takes or am I that special?” You can tell he’s just playing games to watch you struggle to say anything coherent and you’ll be damned if you do, damned if you don’t so fuck it. “Just for you Kyle. you’re the only one I want, i’ve ever wanted.” You huff struggling to focus on how good you’re feeling and how to get your point across. He uses his free hand to rub up your thigh to your hip around your ass. The lace of your thong peeks out of your pants and over your hips, he plays with the flimsy fabric as his free hand makes his way to your button and zipper. “Is this okay sweetheart?” He asks before you nodded excitedly for him to undo both. He slides his hand back over your hips and tucks his fingers in the belt loops of your pants. He uses the belt loops as leverage to slowly slide your pants over your hips and you hear him sigh longingly once the fabric is down to the back of your knees and he can see the mess you’ve made of yourself. “Need a little help there?” He asks again before he leans back over you and replaces your hand with his, his fingers are long enough to dip just the tips into your hole teasingly before bringing them back down to your clit. “I’ve waited far too long for you to tease me like this.” You gasp as his fingers draw slow circles around your clit with the confidence of a much sluttier man than he. “Well you’re not alone on that front, but with a woman as breathtaking as yourself, I think it’s only fair I take my sweet time savoring every moment.” He punctuates his sentence with a finger in your tight heat and you groan receiving a sliver of what you asked for, nevertheless grateful for even the small act.

You’re wet enough he could add another two fingers but he wants to take his time stretching you out for his cock. His fingers are long enough to almost reach your g-spot, you can feel him just graze it every other time he thrusts his fingers in you. You humm as he slowly turns his head to kiss around the lobe of your ear, small pecks to the edge of your jawline turning into gentle hickeys down to your collarbone. You moan when he nips your skin in a way that you’re sure will leave a mark. When you feel his teeth he shoves a second finger into your heat which makes you gasp. You sneakily reach a hand back to feel for his member and it doesn’t take long to find. He’s big, almost to his mid thigh, he’s hard as a brick too, pretty sure if he didn’t focus he’d cum the second he dipped the tip in. Which is why he wants you focused on cumming all down your thighs before you get worried about what’s between his. He speeds up his fingers curling them in a way that bumps your g-spot every single thrust, you become almost paralyzed with how good it feels. Your toes point and your grip tightens around his sweatpants pulling them down in the process, revealing his boxers which don’t leave much to the imagination. You’d be a lot more worried about seeing what you’ve done if you weren’t already so close to cumming. “Oh fuck Kyle, wait don’t stop- don’t..Uhn” You whine as you instinctively hold his wrist to keep him from going anywhere. You can feel the little ball of pleasure growing in your lower abdomen and everything Kyle is doing right now is only bringing you closer with each second. The way he’s huffing like he’s getting off on this too, how he almost sounds like he’s growling, how his teeth graze your neck in a way that makes you think he wants nothing more than to bite you. “C’mon love I know you’re gonna cum, I want to see it. I want to feel it dripping down my wrist, can you do that for me?” He mutters out and it’s exactly what you needed to just tip you over the edge. “Fuck yes yes, yes….huff yes” You call out as your vision turns white for a moment and your breath stills. “That’s it princess, that’s my girl.” You open your eyes again and slowly come down from that high, catching your breath again. He lets go of your neck and you roll over onto your with him still above you. You immediately find his eyes, wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss. Your saliva and tongues mix together in a messy perfect harmony. Despite cumming moments earlier, your hunger has barely been satiated. You still need more and he’s more than happy to give. 

“You ready for the real thing now?"

Can you PLEEASSSE do something with Gaz/Kyle??? I love him so much and I struggle finding good fics about him T-T

A HOT AND STEAMY KYLE ONE SHOT COMING RIGHT UP!! TONIGHT ONLY, COMING TO A THEATRE NEAR YOU! 🥤🍿

This was actually a fun start to writing again, i did some more research on Kyle to refresh my brain lol and I think I actually got some traction here! I hope you’re comfy tho bc it seems like it might be a long one 😅💗 Seriously though I hope you enjoy it, it’s a rough idea I’m trying to bring to life and it’s my first time writing in military terms but it will be posted tonight! (Whether it’s finished or not will be based on my determination to stay awake 🫡) much love mwah mwah