Poly!141 X Reader But When They Come Home From A Mission, You're Unable To Take Off Work The Following

poly!141 x reader but when they come home from a mission, you're unable to take off work the following day :(

a/n: yes, this is a repost. i accidentally deleted it instead of making it private so i could fix something.

cw: domestic fluff, gn!reader, gaz and soap are clingy but in a cute way

they often get home at night, so it's not unusual for you to take off the following day. but this time was different.

whether it be a work party or an upcoming project, you were unable to take the day off. you knew your boys would be upset, but you were sure they would understand. they were excited to spend time with their lover after they came home from the grueling mission, so they were understandably dissapointed when they found out. but you weren't going to risk losing your job or an upcoming promotion, and they knew that.

so that is how you found yourself in the bathroom at 7 in the morning, brushing your teeth while your four companions are sleeping in the alaskan king-sized bed. they have no problem staying asleep despite the sound of running water as you get ready for the day. you were lucky that your alarm didn't wake any of them, or so you thought. moments after you finish rinsing your mouth out, kyle shuffles his way into the bathroom and stands in front of the toilet, where he shucks his pants down to relieve himself.

"kyle," you groan, "there's another bathroom, y'know?"

" 'm aware," he grumbles. "this one was just closer. and you're in here," he says as he finishes up his business and makes his way over to where you're standing in front of the sink. he rests his chin on your shoulder and snakes his arms around your side to wash his hands. he takes his time scrubbing his palms together, making sure the soap is all over his hands and between his fingers, before turning the water off. he reaches over to grab the hand towel, but he doesn't leave after he hangs it back up. instead, he wraps his arms around your waist and presses soft and light kisses against your neck.

"don't want you to go," he mutters. "stay in bed and cuddle."

"kyle, i have to," you tell him as you turn around in his arms and lean against the countertop. he leans forward, pressing his body against yours, and rests his head in the crook of your neck. "now go back to bed, or you're going to be grouchy," you insist.

he inhales your scent and gives you one last squeeze before reluctantly following your orders and making his way back towards the bedroom. you finish up in the bathroom before heading to the bedroom to change out of your pajamas. you notice that john and simon are no longer in bed, and kyle and johnny are cuddled up against each other. you grab your phone to take a quick picture of your boys before changing. once you're dressed and ready to go, you place a kiss against each of their cheeks.

the scent of eggs, coffee, and tea fills your nose as you exit the bedroom. you hear quiet chatter coming from the kitchen, which is where you are headed. you walk in to find john at the stove with simon behind him, his arms wrapped around the other man's waist, much like kyle's when you were in the bathroom. you smile at the two before moving towards the island, where there's a plate of bacon, eggs, and a mug filled with tea. simon is the first one to notice your presence.

"good morning, love," he greets. john turns around in his arms and flashes you a tired smile.

"morning," he mumbles.

"morning guys, what are you both doing up?" you ask as you take a sip from the mug sitting on the island.

"simon woke up when kyle left the bed and asked if i wanted some breakfast," john answers. "i was already awake so there was no point in saying no. plus, you and the boys deserve some breakfast as well."

"well, thank you," you say. the three of you continue to make small talk until john and simon finish cooking. johnny and kyle make their way into the kitchen not long after.

"thought i told you to go back to bed," you tell kyle, to which he rolls his eyes.

"johnny was the one who wanted to get up, and that bed is lonely when there's nobody else in it," he replies. you hum and nod before being crushed by johnny in a bear hug.

"missed you this morning, didn't even get a proper kiss!" he whines. you giggle and give him a quick peck on the lips before rubbing his back.

"didn't want to wake you," you justify, and he tsks.

"that's the whole point of a good morning kiss," he states. the five of you chat while finishing your breakfast and washing dishes, and the next thing you know, it's time for you to head out.

"have a good day at work, love," simon says as he places a kiss against your forehead. you give him a sweet smile and nod.

"yeah, we'll miss you," johnny says with a pout.

"it's only 8 hours, don't worry," you assure him, and he huffs.

"you're gonna have to make it up to us later," he replies, and you chuckle.

"and you're going to have to make it up to me for being gone for almost a month," you say before giving him a peck on the lips. you make your way around the room and kiss everyone before grabbing your bag and keys and heading out. they all watch out the window like sad puppies as you get in your car and wave goodbye.

they totally didn't mope around all day until you got home.

banner creds: @cafekitsune

141 Neighbors imagine

The boys have been in a relationship for a long time. They've all taken a small break from the feiled after Johnny almost dying... they have been staying in a small and sweet place, a nice flat for them to share.

And while not out on the feiled, they still worked overtime. And weren't home often; and when they were, they always just got some takeaway and loved each other before going to work the next morning.

You had noticed this; You had lived in the flat adjacent to the four hunks. You lived alone in your cute, comfy flat with your cat "Binks,".

You didn't like that they lived off cheap takeaway and three hours of sleep at most. So you decided to be a kind neighbor and give them a good home cooked meal. You made extra for dinner that night, packaging the warm meal and leaving it at their door with a small and short note.

John slowly walks to the door after hearing the soft 'tap tap tap' outside his door. His hand rested on the gun on his hip in case things went south after opening the door.

But nobody was there, he looked down and saw a small basket and a note. "W'as tha?" Johnny asked, coming up behind his former captian; picking up the small basket and bringing it into his lovers home.

"Trying to be a friendly neighbor, I noticed all the takeaway, and I thought you'd all enjoy a nice meal," a short note and nothing more. John didn't trust it, showing it to Simon and Kyle, and Simon agreed. It was too suspicious, Kyle wanted to think maybe their was a kind soul, but knowing their line of work, he wasn't sure.

"I don' kno 'bout ye, but I t'ink this 's delicious." The three men looking to their other lover and to their shock and horror he was munching away on the mysterious meal. "JOHNNY," Simon yelled in disappointment and fear, "well, how are you feeling?" Kyle asked, unsure if this was 100% safe.

"Feel great," the Scott says before taking another spoon full. Kyle shrugs, and they all settle into a comfortable silence as they eat the dinner from their friendly neighbor.

This becomes a normal occurrence. They hear a rapping on their door, and when they open the door, there is a meal waiting, but nobody there.

They didn't know who their friendly neighbor was, but they were thankful for the warm meals. However, one day Johnny came home after a last-minute grocery run and spots you.

Placing the basket on their door quickly knocking before rushing to your door and shushing your fluffy cat as it meows at your feet. Johnny found you cute, and he knew his lovers would love to know you too.

Sorry for the poorly written and rushed little imagine, I'm very tired and I just wanted to write this down before I forgot about it. Maybe make this a real fic later, it'll be written way better I promise.

The Ones to Watch from this 2004 F1 book… the world champions + Mark Webber yet again 😭😭

Poly141! | Mission Pixie Dust

Okay so... I was making up scenarios in my head as I was falling asleep last night and I made myself cry ... so I obviously had to share...

Poly141; the four men are your husbands and all deployed at the same time, leaving you home with your three kids at the beginning of the school holidays.

This turned out longer than I thought it would but I just had to write it out. I love Poly141 AND them being dads :')

Da = Johnny

Papa = John P.

Dad= Simon

Daddy = Kyle

School holidays had just started, and your three pups were buzzing as soon as they came home. Bags were thrown on the floor, school shoes unlaced and scattered around the shoe stand. They knew the rules, but first day of school holidays meant they were allowed to get a little wild.

Your oldest, Paesha, had just turned eight and her father was obvious. Thick curls, dark skin and warm brown eyes made it plain to see. But all your husbands loved her the same. In fact, she had a special bond with her Da (Johnny).

Malachai, your second, could have been any of the three other men's. Light brown hair, fair complection, and utterly/overly protective of his sisters. He had been born a year after Pae.

And your youngest, Felicity (known as Flick), had started her first year in big school. She was known for having exceptional blue eyes.

None of your husbands wanted a DNA test, they thought it useless because everyone treats the children with the same love, compassion and warmth.

Throwing your keys on the counter (Paesha picked them up and placed them on the hook). You rubbed the bridge of your nose and tried to quell the longing in your soul. You didn't know if it was worse when the kids were gone or with you. Being completely alone let the terrible thoughts attack but you didn't want your kids to miss out on having their fathers'.

Calming the oncoming tears, you turned around and asked, "who wants pizza for dinner?"

"YES!" Yelled Mal, a fist punched in the air. Paesha nodded her head enthusiastically while Flick did a little happy dance.

Paesha halted and squinted at you, "Not homemade right?"

After dinner arrived, the four of you sat on the large dark green couch. Your two ex-military dogs, Moth and Teddy, sat on either end of the lounge.

Turning onto the streaming service, you found the exact movie you were looking for. The 2003 version of Peter Pan.

With the lights off (except for the kitchen, the kids were still scared of too much darkness), you watched as one of your cats jumped into Pae's lap. Barnaby started purring instantly. His fluffy white tail settled around his body.

The seven of you settled in. Your four human babies snuggled up to their mama, smiles already on their faces.

When the movie had finished, your kids still wouldn't go to bed.

"Oh wait, I know why it isn't working - we don't have the pixie dust!" Flick pulled on your sleeve with a huge gap-toothed smile.

You had been watching as they jumped around the room. Lights flicked on, bodies flinging from one couch to another.

"I know! But ... we don't have any in the house..." You grumbled.

Paesha was staring dreamily at Peter Pan, a cheek resting against her face. "Where do we get some?" Her head turned slightly to look at you, her eyes nearly heart-shaped.

"Ugh-" god trying to keep childlike wonder alive was bloody difficult. Like a sign from the Universe, your phone started to ring.

All three kids ran over to it, knowing exactly who was calling at this time of night. Swiping the screen, four familiar faces popped up.

"Da! Papa! Dad! Daddy!" Smiling through the screen, the men had been just as eager to see their kids as their kids were to see them.

"Hello little munchkins, ya been good for mum?" Simon greeted first. His mask was off and no black could be found around his eyes. He never showed that side to the children.

"We're going to fly!" Flick chirped, her arms outstretched and running around.

"You're - what?" Price said with a slightly panicked face.

"But we need pixie dust," Malachai explained. Shaking his head like this was obvious information.

"I introduced them to the ... live action Peter Pan," you explained and a smile of regret grew on your tired face.

"Oh honey," Kyle replied, understanding the situation. He was the first of the men to.

"But we don't have any and we have to go buy more!" Pae said while leaning against you.

"Eh, pixie dust ...?" you heard Johnny mumble in the background.

"Oh! I have an idea!" You said with a faked expression, "why don't the Dada's get us the pixie dust!"

The chorus of cheers was heard throughout the house. Alerting the the tired Moth and Teddy.

Kyle shook his head. And Price's nose flared. Mum: 1 - Dads: 0.

"We'll bring back the goddamns finest," Simon said. You couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

"See! You heard Dad! Now get your butts' upstairs and in bed."

"Yes ma'am!" They said in unison (a nickname they'd heard their father's use one too many times.)

Once the kids were upstairs, your face dropped.

"I miss you guys," you whispered into the phone. The tears welling and spilling down your cheeks.

"We miss you too," John said, his words strangled with his feelings.

It was always hard to hang up.

It hurt.

But tonight's farewell felt like the hardest. You could just imagine how the scenario would've played out if their father's were there with them. With you.

'Can't always get what we want,' you thought bitterly.

"Not long now," Kyle said. You stared at his eyes and then his lips. God how much you wanted to kiss him.

"You better make sure you bring back some fucking pixie dust or there'll be a riot."

"Aye, Laswell definitely knows someone-" Johnny replied, giving you a wink. "Miss you gorgeous." He always tried to uplift the mood. And it nearly always worked.

You fought out of your misery, knowing the four soldiers couldn't bear to see you upset. And as they said their goodbyes, you said so in return.

"We love you, our precious wife. We'll all be together soon."

Careful Around Feelings - Max Verstappen

Summary: After their 6 year old tells y/n something, she has to encourage them to tell Max but even she wonders how this will end and if feelings will be hurt or not.

No part 2 requests please

With Max and y/n having Matthew before the end of Max's F1 career, Matthew's first couple years of life saw him so obsessed with seeing Max on track, it was no surprise that by the time he was 3 he was begging for a kart and getting to bond with Max and even on some occasions Jos.

He loved it.

Or so everyone thought.

"Mummy..." A small voice mumbles as y/n grunts trying to change bed sheets because for some reason her second pregnancy has her changing them twice a week, she's really in a cleaning frenzy for some reason even though at 7 months pregnant it's pretty exhausting.

"Hey, baby. Everything ok?" Y/n smiles brightly since she's made it a priority to never let Matthew think he's lost priority with a younger sibling on the way.

"Mummy." Matthew sniffles, hiccuping and making her rush forward. Picking up the 6 year old despite knowing Max would have an aneurysm from such a physical activity.

"Ok, baby. We need to just calm down and then when you've done that, you can tell me what's wrong ok?" Y/n soothes sitting down on the bed and managing to keep Matthew on her lap despite the compromised space by her bump.

It takes a few minutes but Matthew does eventually calm down and catch his breath.

"Alright, baby. Tell mummy what's wrong." Y/n smiles lightly though internally seeing Matthew so worked up by something like this is honestly so horrible to see.

"I don't want to kart anymore." Matthew hiccups making y/n almost deflate in relief that it's not something more serious like...he killed an animal and she had a mini serial killer on her hands.

"Oh. Well that's ok. You don't have to kart if you don't want to baby." Y/n states since she'd support her children through any interest and loss of interest if that's how they feel.

"I'm scared to tell daddy."

And if that knowledge wouldn't break Max's heart, Matthew being too scared to tell him that he doesn't want to kart anymore. But she gets it, for Matthew this is a big way he gets to spend time with Max one to one and Max is always so happy and proud of Matthew.

"Baby, you should never be scared to tell daddy anything. He loves you for you not because you kart. You're his baby, he just wants you to be happy. We both just want you to be happy. If karting doesn't make you happy anymore then you can stop. It's ok." Y/n states making Matthew sniffle as she pulls him closer and kisses his temple with a sigh. "I hate seeing you so sad about this baby. You don't need to be sad."

"I don't want to make daddy sad." Matthew mumbles only further breaking y/n's heart. Matthew really is the perfect kid, with his only flaw that he considers others too much. Sometimes the kid just needs to learn to be selfish and not sorry for it.

"I think when daddy gets back, you and him can sit down and talk and you can tell him. I promise, I double-triple crossed my heart promise, that he won't be upset. Ok?" Y/n smiles gently while cupping his face with one hand and wiping the stray tears away. "Your daddy and I will be proud of you no matter what you do. Is there something else you think you want to do?"

"I want to tell daddy what I want to do instead."

"Oh right, not mummy?" Y/n jokes with a fake pout. "No, it's ok. You tell daddy first and then you can tell me. Now, how about you help mummy finish making the bed?"

Matthew is too small to really help with much, but he ends up doing the pillow cases and helping her carry the dirty sheets to the washing machine.

Then they decide to eat to kill time while waiting for Max to get home.

-

Matthew ended up wanting y/n there as a form of emotional support but she insisted he would need to tell her.

"Uh oh, am I in trouble?" Max chuckles as Matthew walks in holding y/n's hand and then being gently guided forward while y/n smiles with an expression that tells Max is going to be spoken to about something that is serious.

"Matthew has something he wants to tell you." Y/n states making Max nod before the 6 year old steps up to him, tears already welling up as he feels y/n gently rub his back before she steps back. "Go on, baby."

Max acts quickly wanting to comfort his son as quick at possible and pulls him up onto his lap since he hates seeing Matthew in tears over anything.

"I don't want to kart anymore." Matthew mumbles in such a way that even y/n frowns since it's impossible to decode his words.

"Sorry, buddy. I missed that." Max frowns in confusion while Matthew glances at y/n and she smiles reassuring him as best she can.

"I don't want to kart anymore, daddy." Matthew repeats making Max sigh then wrapping his arms around the 6 year old who starts sniffling clearly a little overwhelmed by saying it out loud for Max to hear. "I'm sorry."

"Hey, you don't have to be sorry. You don't have to kart if you don't want to. That doesn't matter. I just hate seeing you so upset." Max states trying to laugh and lighten the atmosphere. "You can do whatever you want. You don't have to do karting."

"Ok." Matthew nods with a thick swallow.

Max continues to hold Matthew tightly sighing as he looks over him to y/n who smiles at him.

"I want to do MotoGP. Not F1." Matthew states making y/n almost feel like he's just punched her gut.

Obviously F1 is dangerous enough of a sport. But there's something slightly more comfortable that the car is built with elements to protect the driver in the car. MotoGP basically replies entirely on the suits they're wearing and they can, and often do, go flying off of the bikes in races.

"MotoGP, well you're already cooler than me. We'll look into it and start seeing what we can do." Max nods not missing his wife's physical reaction that Matthew thankfully didn't see.

-

Max smiles walking into the bedroom finding y/n is just lying splayed out on their bed.

"Thinking about MotoGP?" Max teases as he closes the door.

"He told me he wanted to do something else. I was really hoping it was like...open a cat cafe or maybe football-padel! But how did he take the one route that is more dangerous." Y/n groans then sighing. "I blame your genetics entirely."

"That's ok, I don't think we can blame yours." Max smiles sitting on the bed next to her and leaning over to kiss her before he sighs pushing her top up to expose the bump. "How is baby girl? Any name ideas?"

"You think I've had time to think about names when my first baby has just raised my blood pressure. No wonder he didn't want to tell me first..." Y/n groans while Max rubs over the tight skin of her bump. "Our kid is annoyingly intuitive for knowing when to not break news vs when to break it when it comes to me."

"At least he trusts you to help him get the courage to say it...I hate that he was so scared to tell me." Max mumbles earning y/n's attention but he speaks up again before she can utter a word. "I'm going to get the oil for your bump."

"Max, you know he just didn't want to lose the time he gets to spend with you because he knows you did karting-it's not because he's actually scared of you." Y/n states as Max grabs the oil for her and begins to gently pour it onto her skin then closing and tossing bottle. "Max..."

"I know, but...I thought I'd done a good enough job that he would be able to just come to me."

"Well you can't blame him for being a mummy's boy, I'm a pretty amazing mum and he always asks for my help before yours." Y/n smirks trying to light the mood which thankfully seems to work. "Matthew adores you, baby. All he wants it to keep making you proud of him."

"He always makes me proud. I'd be proud of him if all he dad was follow you around like a puppy...that's what I do when I can."

Y/n grins at him as he leans over kissing her then getting back to rubbing the oil into her bump.

"How are you feeling beside his new choice of future career?"

"Oh, I'm fine. Might need to start waiting for you to be around to help with the sheets. I think I almost had an asthma attack today." Y/n sighs shaking her head.

"If you'd wait. Then I'd do it for you."

"Well I'm not sorry for being impatient. I just like to do things that I like to do them." Y/n states making Max grumble a little while she grins at him. "Anyway, enough of that. I'm exhausted so finish rubbing that oil in and we can settle down and cuddle."

"Yes, boss." Max salutes with a grin.

Sweet Sub boy Kyle

Warning: just pure Smut, overstimulation, sub-Kyle, Dom-reader, handcuffs, leashes, 69, dacryphilia, recording, voyeurism?, spit, nipple play, anal (giving, you eat Kyle out and peg him), just overall freaky shit 🥺😀

Character: Kyle Gaz

Summary: You and Kyle make a nice home video for him to take on his month-long mission. And it is quite the video...

A/n: I just love Kyle, and Kyle is a switch (fight me) and He is a slut for anal (argue with the wall) I don't know about anyone else here but I have a pussy and when I use a strap I call it cock so that's what it will be called in the fic, and also kinda short.

The camera slightly shakes as it focuses on Kyle's face, his face looked flush and his bottom with was caught in his teeth. Clearly excited.

He had a collar, it was a pretty leather collar with a gold tag, and it had plush velvet inside to not irritate his skin. He was so pretty. Looking up at you with his doe eyes.

The only thing the camera could see of you was your legs and the bottoms of the crimson lingerie you wore. Your hand came into view as you tugged the collar to get his attention. He leans down and presses soft wet kisses from your ankles to your thighs as he waits for your command.

You get up from the bed, "up." you tell him as you pat a spot for him. He quickly makes his way to where you patted. Near the bedpost on top of the soft blankets he loved. You lean over leaving soft kisses over his face before sloppily kissing his lips, gently pushing his shoulders to silently tell him to lie down. And like a good boy, he listens.

You take each of his hands and kiss his writs before cuffing him to the bars of the headboard. You kiss over his chest paying extra attention to his perky nipples. Soft moans leave his plump lips. You kiss down to his hips leaving your marks and love bites as you go.

You push his legs to his chest gently kneading the flesh, his legs were soft yet toned they felt nice to the touch. Kyle moans at the pleasurable burn of the stretch.

He tries his best to keep his legs up for you, you kiss and leave kitten licks from his leaking tip down his length to his balls. His whimpers only fuel you to tease him further.

It's only when he lets out a small "please" that you decide he's been good enough to get a taste.

You pull away from him and he whines, you take the camera from where it sat and pointed it at his face, cooing at his pouty lips. "don't worry baby, you'll get what you want." your sweet words holding a darker warning behind them.

You sat reverse cowgirl on his chest, "you remember our words?" you asked, "green means good, Yellow means slow down, and red means stop." he responded "And our non-verbal codes?" you asked a second time, "One tap is go, two taps means slow and breathe, three means stop." just as he finishes his response you pull the panties to the side, "Good boy, remember to tap loud so I can hear you okay baby? " you coo before sitting on his face with your body weight, the camera angle a bit shakey but still did the job of showing how he eagerly lapped at your entrance, you rolled your hips and giggled at his attempt to pull the restraints to grab your hips.

After a while, you leaned over his body. His tongue still lapping away, you placed the camera at the foot of the bed that had a small place of wood, big enough to place the camera. You angled it so it focused on you and Kyle. You make a show to the camera of sucking his tip and playing with his balls making him groan into you.

You lean down your tongue grazing against his puckered ass, he jolts unexpectedly surprised by your action. But by the gasp he made he liked it. So much so that his cock twitched. You smile towards the camera and begin to rim and tease him. It's not long before your both lapping away at each other, you make sure to stroke his girth while you rim him to add to the stimulation.

It's not long before he cums. But even after he did you kept stroking. Griping him harder and causing him to toss his head back away from you. He moans loudly as his hips buck into the air.

Making him cum a few more times before you get up from him completely, taking a moment to admire him. The sweat made his skin glisten, his pupils were dilated, his lips were covered in his spit, and your nectar. He was just so pretty. "color?"

"green."

A moment of shuffling is heard in the background, Kyle still laying down and tied. A moment later you come into view, your cock standing proud as you lather on the clear strawberry-flavored lube. The camera can pick up the detailed veins along the girth. You pick up the camera again pointing it at Kyle as you use your other hand to push the pink tip to Kyle's lips.

He looks up at you opening his mouth wide enough for you, letting you slowly thrust your hips into his mouth. He tries to control his gag reflex but it's difficult when you keep purposely pushing deeper into his mouth. "look into the camera honey." you say sweetly, he listens looking into the camera his pretty eyes lining with tears that threaten to fall with the way you but the back of his throat. After a moment you pull away, setting the camera on the bedside table making sure the angle was right. Then placing Kyle's legs over your shoulders as you push into him.

It didn't take much, this isn't the first time he's taken your cock and it certainly won't be the last. What he didn't expect though was for you to set such an unforgiving pace. You were normally so soft and gentle. Not this time.

Kyle gasps and moans, you're tempted to gag him with how loud he is. But you couldn't silence these pretty sounds. Loud whines and moans of, "yes!~ oh- oh fuck!" - "right there! Please- AH! ah~ please don't st-OP! Oh God! Don't stop!" "you fuck me so good! Fu-UCk! I love your Cock- fuck- I love you so much!" you praised him and kissed him in between his moans.

He cums again, and once more you don't stop or slow down. Instead, you reach down and stroke his cock. He let's out a loud moan and tosses his head back, "AHhah~!! Wait! WaIT! Wait! I can't! I can't cum anymore! I ca- AH! I can't please! Stop! I- sta- stop- Ahah~!" you coo at him "you don't want me to stop. If you did you'd say your color.~ you say one thing but you and I both know you're loving every second of this. You're my sweet little whore huh baby? So be a good whore and take it!" he whines, you're right. He knows you're right. He cums again, legs shaking.

You pull out of him, and a moment he groans, from relief of displeasure you don't know. But you don't have time to know, you take his slowly softening cock and with the hardness that remains you push it into your lubed entrance. He let's out another groan that turns into a loud whimper. You start bouncing on his cock, his wrists turning red as his tugs the cuffs as his body trembles.

You shakily grab the camera and zoom onto Kyle's face. When the blur clears you see his tear-stained face and cock bruised lips and the drool that ran down his chin. "aww look how pretty you are~" you tease as you lick up his chin, your pace not faltering. "please"- he gasps - "please, I c-cant- nghm~ I can't cum anymore" - more tears run down his soft face- "I don't have anything left- please-" you moan, "let's make a deal, once I cum we can stop~" he nods his head as best he can with how overstimulated he is.

When you do cum you push yourself to continue bouncing until you felt him cum what little he had left inside of you. He's breathing heavily as he looks up at you. A whimper escapes him as you remove yourself from his cock. You giggle the camera focused on both of your faces as you kiss him. The kiss is slow, soft, and loving. You rest your forehead against his for a moment before turning toward the camera with a smile, "Say goodbye to the camera Kyle~" he gives the camera a small wave with an airy laugh. "let's clean you up baby-" the audio cuts off as well as the image.

Ghost, Soap, and Price stare at the screen. Shocked. They didn't mean to see this video. They were only trying to get the movie they were gonna watch for the night Gaz sent them to his room to get his computer that was given back to him for the time being, seeing as they didn't have anything else to do but wait for a signal.

They saw a file called 'Lovie <3' and just got curious, seeing as they never knew Gaz had a lover. They expected cute couple pictures and while yes there were some they didn't expect a homemade porno.

But fuck was it hot.

The tent in all three of their pants is very noticeable. They'd be lying if they said they all hadn't thought about fucking Kyle. He was undeniably pretty and his body was very nice. But not only that, they got a taste of you and that was something they are all grateful for... Maybe they should ask you and Gaz for a... Live performance sometime...