#kylet

You laughed again as you watched Kyle’s shoulders relax before he closed the front door. He dropped his bag and made his way into the kitchen.

“So did you like it?” he questioned hopefully as he opened a cabinet and grabbed two glasses.

“Like it? I loved it! You guys were funny as always and the ab show,” you smirked and gave him the a-okay sign with your hand.

He chuckled as he picked out a wine from the small rack you guys had in the kitchen, “I figured you’d enjoy that.”

“You know something did surprise me,” you started.

“Hmm?” he raised an eyebrow as he poured the wine he had picked out.

“I never knew you wanted kids and especially with me. I mean I always pegged you for the dad type but we never actually talked about it,” you pointed out.

Kyle made his way from the kitchen to the couch you were tucked up on. He passed you a glass as you made room for him, lifting the blanket briefly so he could join you, wrapping his now free hand around you.

“I was hoping you’d see that,” he smiled and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “Of course I want kids with you though. I mean as long as you want them. I’d love to be a dad but not without you. ”

You grinned looking up at Kyle. He was practically glowing just from the thought of the two of you raising kids together.

You leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, soft and slowly.

“Yes,” you chuckled. “I think two is good as well. Room for a third if we ever decide or, you know, accidents do happen. So obviously not now soonish? Next few years?”

“Oh yeah. We have to get married first or at least I’d like to. Which we have to give time to plan for that. Then before that, we have to get engaged,” he gave a lopsided smile that made your heart skip a beat.

“Engaged huh? Who says I want to marry you?” you poked his chest playfully.

“I was hoping,” Kyle shrugged, smile not leaving his face.

“Are you asking?” you raised an eyebrow.

“No,” he shook his head. “Not yet. Don’t really want to have the conversation, ‘So how’d you ask Y/N?’ ‘Oh we were talking about Dream Daddy, drinking wine, like adults do and I was like hey wanna hit this forever.’”

You burst out into a fit of giggles, “Fair enough.”

“If I did ask though would you say yes?” he questioned snuggling closer and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“You’re just going to have to wait and see,” you smirked and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Cold,” he commented.

“You still love me though,” you pointed out.

“You’re also not in love with Y/N,” Miles chimed in. “Though I already have to say she’s already hell in high heels and the dress. I mean have you seen it?”

Josh rolled his eyes, ignoring the question and continued to work on the scene he was trying to finish.

Kyle tried to focus but all he could think of was you and that tight black dress you had on. He actually fell so far behind during the day he opted to stay late just to play catch up.

You, on the other hand, have been working on the build for the next Immersion and you were actually working late to get ahead of schedule.

You needed coffee though and while Stage 5’s break room was closer you knew the good coffee was over with the animators.

You were expecting the building to be empty when you opened the door but you were greeted immediately by the sound of soft moans. You were thinking maybe there was a late night voice recording session and continued to the coffee until you could have sworn you heard your name.

Curiosity got the better of you and you turned the coffee machine off and followed the sounds of soft moans.

As you moved closer you realized the moans weren’t really soft. They were quite loud even through the padded walls. They were just far away at first. To be honest you wouldn’t be quiet either if you had a whole building to yourself.

“Damn,” you muttered to yourself realizing you did have a whole building to yourself and didn’t even think of touching yourself in the slightest.

You slowly creaked the door open to where you thought the sound was coming from. You weren’t ready for such a sight. Kyle was leaned back in his chair, stroking himself, eyes shut, biting his lip.

You were instantly turned on. You had a thing for Kyle since the first day you had met him though any time you seemed to try and talk to him he shied away.

You were about to close the door to give him his privacy when he caught you off guard by the sound of your own name. You clutched at the doorframe, not ready for that. Not ready for how wonderful it sounded.

You were suddenly overcome with a cheeky idea. You slipped inside quietly, wanting to surprise the dark haired man. You slipped out of your underwear, dropping them on the floor by his desk. A souvenir for later.

You slipped your jacket off and tossed it on a spare chair, surprised Kyle was still so focused on the thought of you.

“Should I take my heels off or leave them on? Some guys like them. What about you?” you asked casually, walking around the desk.

Kyle jumped, nearly falling out of his chair. He flushed bright red as he tried to cover up.

“No need for that,” you nodded to his hands. “So heels? Yes or no?”

“Yes?” he questioned still not moving his hands.

You nodded as you climbed into his lap, straddling him. You leaned down so he had a great view of your chest and you whispered into his ear, “You know I think about you when I touch myself too.”

You sat back up and took the hem of his shirt in your hands. Kyle looked awestruck but was no longer blushing. He allowed you to tug the material off. You tossed it in the direction of your shirt.

Kyle’s hands landed on your hips. He smirked as his cock brushed your entrance, “Are you wearing underwear?”

You flashed him a smile, “It got wet. Had to toss them.”

Kyle gave you wicked grin, clearly more confident as he lined himself up. Before he had a chance to move his hips though you lowered yourself down onto him. Low moans left both your mouths as he filled you.

You only paused for a moment to adjust your hold on his shoulders before you began to ride him. Slow, at first, but then you built up speed in no time. You knew just what you liked and you were screaming Kyle’s name within minutes.

He was all too happy to let you take control though he was good with his hands. Not letting you have all the fun, he slipped his hand down between you, massaging your clit. Your nails dug into his skin.

“Fuck,” you growled, feeling yourself start to tighten up.

Kyle licked his lips and relished in the sight of you as he commanded, “Cum for me.”

That’s all you needed to finish. Kyle let you ride your orgasm out before pulling out.

Still in a daze, you slipped out of his lap and onto your knees. You took his shaft into your hand and the tip of his cock into your mouth. You barely had to pump before his finished.

You swallowed before standing on wobbly legs. Kyle pulled you into his lap, wrapping an arm around your waist as you both just took in the moment, relaxing on one another.

“Please tell me that was not a one time deal,” he begged, looking over at you.

You smiled over at him lazily, “Are you kidding me? That’s happening again. And again. And again.”

“Long enough to see the worry on your face. You should really stop that,” he gave you a hand smile.

Your frown deepened, “How can I? My boyfriend was shot in the chest weeks ago. What if the next time it’s not a miss?”

Kyle bit back a smile as he pointed out, “I don’t think they missed. They hit me pretty good.”

You punched his shoulder, “You know that’s not what I mean.”

“There won’t be a next time,” he promised.

You gave Kyle a look, “How do you know that? You can’t possibly know that.”

Kyle let out a deep sigh and rubbed your back softly, “Because I asked to move to a desk job. Yeah I’m alive and yeah I’m still young but there are enough out in the field I can take a step back and still help.”

You leaned back really giving Kyle a look, “You’re seriously going to take a desk job for me?”

“For us. I don’t want you worrying and I want to stick around long enough to grow old with you,” Kyle explained his actions.

You just smiled brightly and leaned in to give him a kiss. Kyle smiled against your lips and returned the gesture.

“Speaking of growing old,” Kyle leaned away and rummaged around in the nightstand then turned back to you with a small box.

You felt your heartbeat pick up. “Kyle,” you whispered staring at him in awe.

“Y/N, we’ve been through so much together and I’ve always known I wanted to marry you but after getting shot and the thought of never getting to ask you I ran out and bought a ring. I thought about making a big deal about it. A fancy dinner and dressing up and a big show and dance but that’s not what you like and that’s not us. Us is laying in bed all day on Sundays and trying new places when they open up and laying under the stars as we try to find pictures in them. And now I’m sort of rambling but let me get to the point,” Kyle let out a laugh and moved his arm from around you so he could open the box, “The journey with you so far has been amazing so why don’t we continue it for the rest of forever. Marry me?”

You stared at him in shock until you finally nodded. Tears welled up softly, “Yes! Yes!”

“Yes!” Kyle cheered, throwing a fist into the air. You laughed and he scrambled to quickly slip on the ring.

“I love you so much,” he told you, cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a kiss.