#stoner gaz stays on my mind

[kaydenverse]

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a/n: i love sergeant kyle ‘gaz’ garrick so fucking much you guys don’t understand i’m gonna cry he’s so so pretty. but i thought of this while high and i often think about stoner gaz so enjoy this bffs

lowercase is intended, this is barely proofread my bad.

pairings: kyle ‘gaz’ garrick x gender neutral reader

content warnings: smut with fluff mixed in, recreational drug use, switch reader, switch kyle, degradation, breeding, teasing/banter, lmk if i missed anything!

word count: 2.4k

summery:

you’re absolutely certain that price, who’d been designated driver for the night, had a clear view of kyle’s hands shoving themselves into the back pockets of your jeans when you’d bent down to pick up your keys. 

you struggle a bit to close the door with kyle still attacking your lips with kisses but you get it closed and locked after a few seconds of stumbling around. 

price saw all of that happen as well. he sighs and drives off once he knows you're both safe inside.

"Every goddamn time." the captain snorts.

the way the two of you stumble through the entryway to your apartment at one am on a friday night looks like something straight out of a romcom movie scene. 

kyle reattaches his lips to yours, swallowing the loud giggle that leaves you as you shuffle through the doorway once the door finally swings open. you’d dropped your apartment keys twice because kyle kept kissing at your neck from behind. 

“i’ve got you so flustered, hm?” kyle had teased. “can’t even get the door open.”

you’re absolutely certain that price, who’d been designated driver for the night, had a clear view of kyle’s hands shoving themselves into the back pockets of your jeans when you’d bent down to pick up your keys. 

you struggle a bit to close the door with kyle still attacking your lips with kisses but you get it closed and locked after a few seconds of stumbling around. 

price saw all of that happen as well. he sighs and drives off once he knows you're both safe inside.

"Every goddamn time." the captain snorts.

once kyle gently takes the keys from your hand, and tosses them into the dish you usually keep your keys in he then pins you to the door.

“you think they noticed we were getting kinda handsy?” kyle pants softly as he pecks your lips a couple of times. 

“kyle,” the laugh you let out makes kyle’s heart burst. “sweetheart, we’re notorious for being handsy when we’re high. not only did they notice it, it was expected.” his response dies on the tip of his tongue when you shove a thigh up between his legs. “why? you like when our friends catch us?” the eye contact you hold with kyle flusters him but he holds your hooded gaze. 

“…maybe…” he sighs out when you begin to rock your thigh against him. “maybe a little.” he drops his head forward and rests his forehead on a spot of the door next to your head. he leans up against the door with his left arm caging you against the wall. his right hand skims up against your side to feel you squirm. 

“pervert.” you tilt your head to the side a little to whisper in his ear. kyle outright moans at the harsh nickname and you grin. you continue to rock your thigh up between the british man's legs while he rocks his hips against you. you let him continue until he’s panting against your shoulder and his rhythm turns sloppy. 

he’s close. 

kyle whines when you pull your thigh away and way he looks down at you with an almost saddened look that almost makes you pin him to the floor right then and there. instead, you kiss his cheek before looking down to kick off your shoes. he simply watches as you slide from his grip, shoving your hands into your pockets as you turn to saunter down the hall. the second that you disappear into your room, kyle is kicking off his shoes and quickly shuffling down to your room. 

you’ve fallen back onto your bed with your arms stretched out as you stare up at the ceiling. your socked feet dangle a few inches off of the ground from how you’re laid as you enjoyed the ongoing buzz from the three gummy bear edibles you had eaten earlier that night. kyle stands in the doorway, awestruck by the sight of you. 

“so beautiful. so beautiful and all mine.” he thinks.

“come to me, my pretty boy.” you do your best impression of kyle’s accent and hold your arms out towards him. kyle grins and carefully flings himself on top of you. he cradles your face in his hands once he’s comfortably settled in between your legs. the darling smile you give him makes him fall in love a little bit more. 

“you’re absolutely fried,” kyle chuckles. “eyes red and everything.” he coos. he’s not much better than you, having only eaten one gummy bear lees than you. he feels like he’s floating and so do you. 

you hum and slip your hands underneath kyle’s hoodie to feel his waist. “feels good.” you lightly scratch at his skin to feel him shiver. 

“both that,” he leans into your hands. “and the weed, yeah.” kyle’s sits up enough to tug the gray hoodie over his head. 

“whore.” you tease, poking fun at him not wearing a shirt underneath the hoodie. 

“oh says you.” kyle shoots back with a playful smile. you pinch the skin of his in return which earns a small whimper from him. you pull him back down with your free hand and peck his lips.

“i’d advise you to watch your words, garrick.” you warn and kyle gives you a challenging look in return. 

within the next five minutes, kyle has you stripped bare and lightly tracing circles on your entrance with a wet finger. 

“please.” you pant and attempt to grab his forearm to get him to go in. 

“i thought you told me to watch my words, baby? what happened to all your fight?” the pet name purred in that voice of his makes your brain shut down and reset for a split-second.

if you weren’t stoned at the moment, you would’ve stayed in control but, well… you’re stoned. “kyle ‘gaz’ garrick.” you weakly demand, flinching when he nips at the inside of your thigh as payback for the hip pinching. 

“no,” kyle pulls his hand away from you and you whine. “you can use your words. you know what i want.” 

and you do know what he wants. you briefly debate on provoking him, on giving him every response but the one he wants. but, as much as you love when he edges you to tears, you’re far too desperate to wait that long for him.

 so just like that, you cave. 

“please…” you huff, giving him your best pout. “please touch me. touch me however you please. just touch me. please.” you feel like you’ve going to burst when kyle grins at you. 

“bein’ good tonight. must be real desperate if that’s the case.” kyle hums as he eases his middle finger into you. he keeps the pace slow and ignores your annoyed pleas for more. “you’re so pretty.” he kisses just above your belly button. the complement makes you clench around his finger. 

“so are y-“ you finish your sentence with a squeak when kyle presses a second finger into you and curls them upwards a little. “oh.” kyle laughs at the way you immediately buck your hips down onto his hand. 

“go ahead, take what you want, sweetheart. use my fingers.” he hums, slipping his other hand down between your legs to stimulate you farther and that sets you off. you angle your hips so you can comfortably use kyle’s finger without cramping your leg and keep him nudging into that perfect spot. it takes only minutes before you're ready to burst. 

“fuck im-“ you gasp. “fuck i’m gonna cum.” you look away from kyle’s stare, too flustered to look him in the eye. kyle eagerly drinks in every little whine and moan he pulls from you. he stares at you as if you've personally hung the moon and all the stars in the sky by hand. 

“go on then, need you to cum for me. need to see you lose it, love.” kyle’s soft tone doesn’t match how dirty his words are and that’s what flings you over the edge. kyle quickly grabs your waist and pulls you back down onto his fingers when you try to squirm off them to avoid overstimulation.

“noo,” you whine and attempt to wiggle your hips away but to no avail. “too much, please, kyle.” 

“i love when you say my name, you know that? so many people have said my name, kyle, but no one makes it sound as good as you do. especially when you moan it like that.” he kisses up your stomach and sucks a hickey onto your collarbone. that makes you moan out louder, makes you cum harder. 

“you’re so good to me.” you whisper, throwing an arm over your face. you thrash around a bit as he pumps his finger ever so slowly. due to the weed, you’re feeling extra sensitive. 

“only the best for you, baby.” kyle plants a kiss on your cheek. he catches the way you clench around his fingers at the pet name again. something about the way he says it gets you every time. “color.” he slips his fingers out of you and wipes the mess you’ve made on them onto your stomach. the sight makes you shiver.

“bright fuckin’ green,” you squirm as the final wave of your climax rolls through you. “need to make you cum though.” you sound breathless as you nudge him over so he’s laid out flat on his back. kyle lifts his hips as you tugging his pants, along with his boxers, down his legs. “oh, darling,” you coo as you circle a finger around his wet tip. “you came while i was using your fingers?” the pleased glint in your eyes makes him melt into the dark gray comforter. 

“you look so pretty when you cum, i couldn’t help myself.” kyle hums with a confident smile. he’s not even the slightest bit embarrassed nor does he need to be. getting you off gets him off and he’s made sure you know that.

“you like when i use you, huh? try to be all ‘in charge and in control’ but it’s really just me still getting my way with you.” you loosely wrap your hand around his half hard cock and straddle his thighs. 

oh, he can be in ‘charge and in control’ if he really wants to but tonight you’ve got him ready to do anything you ask. 

“i love it, actually.” kyle tilts his head with a small smile and hooded eyes. he's so pretty that he knocks the air out of your chest.

he looks so goddamn good when he’s high.

“and you love that i love it.” his hands slide up your thighs and they settle on your hips. you moan softly when he gives your waist a small squeeze. he gently digs his thumbs into the chub of your tummy. “so could you, please, use me some more?” 

your stomach does a flip and you’re leaning down to kiss him. kyle whimpers when you bite at his lip. by the time you pull apart to breathe, you’re both too desperate for any further teasing. 

“want you..” you murmur while shuffling to straddle his hips properly. 

“then have me, my dear,” he stares up at you as if he’s mesmerized by you and he is. “i’m all yours. always have been and always will be.”

kyle, that fucking romantic.

when you fully sit yourself on kyle’s cock, you have to pause your movements so you don’t cum on the spot. “i love when we fuck while we’re high.” you admit with some shyness laced through your words. 

kyle lets out a warm laugh, sitting up and looping an arm around your waist. “as do i.” he kisses at your throat. moans topple out of both your mouths when you pick your hips up and drop them back down quickly. “keep goin’, just like that.” he whispers and you do as told. 

“keep talking to me like that and i’ll fucking cum.” you breathe out and kyle laughs at you again. “and keep laughing at me like that and i’ll cum even quicker.” 

kyle hums and uses the arm he had wrapped around your waist to bounce you on him faster. “aw, i’ve got you so wrapped around my finger that my voice does it for you? how cute.” he teases. you mutter swears as he speaks and grind your hips harder. he sure does have you wrapped around his finger but you’ve got him wrapped around yours as well.

“shit- right there,” the whine you let out sounds outright pathetic. you scratch at any bit of kyle’s skin that you can reach, driving him crazy with the sensation. 

“please,” kyle moans into the side of your neck. “need you to cum again, baby. you’re right there i can feel it.” both of you are struggling to keep up a consistent rhythm but neither of you care, not with how close you both are. 

“cum inside,” your voice pitches upwards as you speak. “gotta feel it, please.” you almost sounds like you’re crying and that spurs kyle on more alongside your words. you haven’t realized how loud you’re both being until now and, honestly, you could care less who heard. repeated pleads and moans of kyle’s fall from your lips as another orgasm is pulled out of you. 

kyle drops your hips back down onto him, sinking you down as far as you’ll go and holds you there. he whines out your name as he spills into you.

so many people have said your name but no one makes it sound as good as he does. especially when he moans it like that. 

you pet at the back of kyle’s neck as you both come down from your highs. He pulls back a tad and makes a kissy face at you until you laugh and lean down to kiss him. you both laugh when he falls back down onto the bed, pulling you with him. 

“i love you.” kyle holds your face in his hands and brushes his thumbs over your cheeks. 

you lean forward, gently bonking your sweaty forehead against his. “i love you too.” you hum. kyle kisses you sweetly and your stomach erupts into butterflies. when you pull apart, you push your face into the side of his neck. kyle laughs softly and begins to softly trace patterns along your spine.

“gummies wearing off?” he asks as his fingers reach the top of your spine. you shiver when he scratches there a little. 

“mhm.” you nudge your head farther into his neck, trying your best to get even closer to him. 

you both lay there for a few minutes and just before you begin to drift off to sleep, kyle sits up. “don’t fall asleep yet, shower time. you’re all sweaty.” 

“i was not gonna fall asleep. and you’re sweaty too.” you counter. 

“yeah,” kyle pokes at your side to hear you laugh. “sure you weren’t.”