All Prager Thinks About Is Mansk, And All Mansk Thinks About Is How To Build A Grill On Pandora

All Prager thinks about is Mansk, and all Mansk thinks about is how to build a grill on Pandora ♡

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Tbh I just wanted to see Lyle in sweatpants 🤌

Prager being submissive and breedable, ffs 😩

That waist HRRRR

Heart-to-heart ♡

Prager and Mansk, my loves ❤️

𝒫𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝓍 𝓌/ 𝒬𝓊𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐿𝓎𝓁𝑒

Pairing: Miles Quaritch x fem!recom!reader x Lyle Wainfleet

Warnings: SMUT, phone sex (duh), dirty talk, fingering, voyeurism maybe since someone is listening to two people doing stuff

Summary: you hadn’t seen your lover in over a week now, and when you finally get to speak to him on the phone things quickly become heated. That wouldn’t be that odd, if it wasn’t for his friend being in the same room, especially when he starts lending a hand.

A/N: I dedicate this one to the amazing @nin3kyuu because she put the phone sex idea out there 👁️👁️

Music booms from the gym’s stereos as the Recoms work hard to maintain their physique, fangs flashing as they lift weights. It’s not needed as much now that they are Avatars, but old habits die hard, and their fingers itch to stay in action. You, Lyle, Z-dog, and Mansk are currently still going at it, the last two challenging each other to bench more and more weight, yelling every time they manage to raise the ridiculously heavy bar into the air. 

You throw punches at Lyle, the loud sound of your gloves hitting leather resounding every time you hit the boxing pads covering his hands. 

“That’s it, come on!” he encourages with a grin. 

As a field medic you were a bit softer than them, but your new body allowed you to push limits you never thought possible. 

“Low!” you shout and Lyle follows, squatting as he holds the pads out sturdily. 

You kick against them with a huff and he nods in approval at the sheer force of the blow. Working out is a nice distraction from the fact that you haven’t seen your lover in a week, Quaritch having gone out on a mission with Lopez and Ja. It made you feel antsy, rarely having been gone from his side ever since the two of you woke up.  

When you glance at Lyle’s face, he winks, boldly staring up at your lean form. He has never hid his attraction to you, gaze wandering and tone flirty when he found the opportunity. You look like an absolute snack to him at the moment, your hair pulled back into a singular braid and your body clad in tight gym clothing, exposing your gleaning legs and midriff. 

A smirk crosses your face, flattered by his affections. “Pay attention corporal or you might find yourself with a bloody lip.”

His tongue swipes out over his bottom lip. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Your long braid swings as you continue your workout with a chuckle, Z-dog groaning somewhere in the background as she almost crushes herself with weights. 

After a few more minutes, Lyle’s ears suddenly twitch up and he gestures for you to stop, quickly pulling the pads off of his hands. You cock your head to the side as you watch him fish his phone out of his pants pocket, having managed to hear it ring over the loud music and shouting. 

“Yhellow,” he says as he accepts the call. 

You cock your head to the side as you listen, trying to catch who’s on the other end. As soon as the voice speaks both you and Lyle smile. 

“Oh colonel!” 

You practically tear the boxing gloves off of your hands as you move closer to Lyle, your golden eyes twinkling in excitement. Quaritch must be trying to explain something on the other end because Lyle squints as he struggles to make sense of it, Z-dog chatter laughing and screaming at Mansk as the bar finally falls down onto his chest, the Recom unable to lift it any longer. 

“Okay- okay hold on, can’t hear shit here,” Lyle mumbles.

Your ears fold back in disappointment as he walks towards the door. You want to talk to Quaritch too! The damn man hasn’t called you at all so far. 

With quick steps you follow Lyle out of the gym and back to his room, your colleague humming and nodding in acknowledgment to whatever is being said to him. He rolls his eyes when you slip in behind him before he can close the door but says nothing about it. 

You sit down on his bed, tail impatiently tapping down on it as you watch him. From what you hear Quaritch is reporting back to him how the mission has gone so far, counting on Lyle to make the report he sent in sound better to general Ardmore than it does on paper.

“Yup, yeah, got it,” Lyle assures him before glancing over at you. “Yeah she’s here actually, we were working out-“

As soon as Quaritch drops your name you jump up, almost snatching the phone out of Lyle’s hand. “I want to talk to him.” 

Lyle looks amused at your reaction and chuckles as he allows you to take the phone. “Alright then.”

You can’t hide your excitement as you greet Quaritch, the other end silent for a moment before you finally hear his voice. 

“Hey there, sweetheart.”

You grin as you turn away slightly from Lyle. “How come you haven’t called me yet, huh?”

Quaritch chuckles, his voice sounding even lower through the phone. “Not the best connection out here. You know I would’ve called you days ago otherwise.”

“Hhmm… alright,” you say, attempting to hide how pleased you truly are. It’s crazy how giddy just his voice makes you. 

“So you were working out?” he asks and you glance briefly towards Lyle as you reply a quick yeah. 

“Ain’t it a bit late to be doing that?” 

“Probably,” you answer, the evening having already passed and most sane people having chosen to seek out their beds. You bite your lip. “I just have to tire myself out some other way now you’re not here. Can’t sleep otherwise.”

It goes silent before you hear him exhale with a slight groan. “Is that so?”

You were well aware of the implication you had just dropped, but played it off innocently. “Yeah, I miss you.”

“I miss you too, sweetheart,” he says and you hear rustling on the other side as he readjusts his position. “Do you feel tired enough now?”

You shake your head unconsciously as if Miles can see you. “No, not at all.”

“Hhmm,” he hums before the tone of his voice shifts. “Need to get fucked first, don’t you?”

You gasp and turn your back completely on Lyle, taking some steps away from him. Some thinly veiled teasing was one thing, but this? It caught you off guard. 

Miles chuckles at the scandalized little sound you made. “Don’t act coy now, sweetheart, we both know you wanted to rile me up. Now I can’t stop thinking about stuffing that pretty pussy of yours until you pass out.” 

“Miles!” you hiss quietly. “He will hear, I-”.

“-he won’t,” Miles lies. “Just focus on me. Do you hear my zipper?”

You do, the sound followed by more rustling. “Y-yes.”

“That’s because I just took my cock out. It’s all nice and hard for you just from hearing you say you miss me,” he groans to punctuate his statement and your core clenches around nothing at the sound. “Can’t wait to feel your lips around it again.”

Fuck. You could practically hear the smug grin in his voice, so smooth and beckoning you in to go along with this. You don’t even dare to glance towards Lyle to check if he has caught on, standing in the corner of his room with the phone tightly pressed to your ear. 

“I want that too,” you reply shyly, your cheeks feeling heated at just those four words. 

More groans fall from Miles’s lips on the other end. “Come on, sweetheart, you can do better than that. Tell me, were you wearing that tiny top of yours to the gym, huh?”

You look down at your sports top. “Yeah, that purple one you like.” 

Apparently that was the right answer, your lover gasping slightly as he strokes himself to the thought. 

“Perfect,” he breathes out heavily. “Your tits look so good in that one. Want to cum all over them again.”

You can feel your arousal growing with every dirty word that leaves his mouth, rubbing your legs together just a bit.

“I wish I had you with me right now, feel so empty,” you whisper and bite at your lip to prevent yourself from making any other sounds.

You swear you can hear some wet noises in the background as Miles jerks off, his voice strained with lust. “I know, baby, you need someone to take care of that eager little cunt for you, don’t you? Dirty girl.”

A whimper slips past your lips despite your best efforts.

He chuckles breathlessly. “Well, tell me.”

You curl even more into yourself with the phone as you continue trying to hide what’s going on. “I- I do. It doesn’t feel the same when I do it myself, doesn’t feel as good.”

“Hhmm,” he groans in acknowledgment, a few more wet slaps being heard before he falls silent. He gathers his breath. “Get Lyle back on the phone.”

Your eyes snap open wide. “Huh?!”

“You heard me, get Lyle back on the phone sweetheart, now, and don’t you dare leave,” he orders, sending your mind racing. 

Was he going to give Lyle some excuse so you could borrow his phone and scatter off to your room? Was he going to just say bye and pretend nothing happened? Your cheeks feel like they’re on fire as you slowly turn around to face Lyle. His big eyes travel over your body with a clear hunger, the bulge in his sports pants practically unmissable. Oh, he heard everything alright. 

You don’t say a word as you hand him the phone, considering disobeying Quaritch and running off to go hide while you can. But you just can’t. You are loyal to him to the highest degree, and so you sit down on the bed as you try not to inwardly scream. You don’t even want to listen to whatever Miles is saying on the other end of the call, zoning out till Lyle speaks up. 

“Alright, you’re the boss.”

When you glance up at him, he approaches you with a smirk and hands you back the phone. For a moment you think that Miles truly has given him some excuse, but things were never that simple around here. 

As soon as you say hey, Miles shocks you with his words. 

“Take off your pants and underwear.”

You swallow as your eyes dart from an eager Lyle back down to your lap. “I’m sorry?”

“You are hearing that right, sweetheart. Take it off and get on the bed, I’m making sure you’re well taken care of,” Quaritch purrs. “Nothing crazy, you’re still mine, but I wouldn’t want you to overwork those pretty little fingers of yours trying to get yourself off.” 

Your heart almost jumps out of your throat and your heat rises at the prospect. You would be a liar if you said your mind had never gone there, with Lyle’s affections always having been so clear, but you had never thought Miles would allow something like that. 

“You mean, he’s going to-“ you start before your sentence trails off together with your courage, biting at your lip. 

“Finger you? Yes,” Quaritch helps you out with a chuckle. “I’ll be telling him what to do. All that is asked of you is to lay back against him and listen to my voice. Listen to me stroke my cock to the sound of your pussy getting fingered.”

How could you ever say no to this man? His words are like honey to you, irresistible and sweet. You look up at Lyle who now has one hand on his crotch, palming his erection through his pants to relieve some pressure. 

You swallow, sweet tingles running towards your core at the sight. “Alright.”

Miles releases a shaky breath on the other end. “Good girl. Now, put me on speaker and undress yourself.”

Your legs feel shaky with excitement as you stand up, Lyle watching you with a victorious smirk. You put Miles on speaker and lay the phone down on the bed, his soft pants instantly pouring through it. You keep your back to Lyle as you undress your bottoms, a sharp inhale being heard from the man when you slide your panties down. His hand strokes over your ass when you’ve stepped out of your clothing. Never in a million years had he thought he would actually get to see this. 

“Get on the bed, Lyle,” Miles groans, somehow sensing that he’s stalling. 

Lyle’s hand squeezes your ass before he obeys with a wink, still clothed as he sits down in his bunk. His legs are apart and he pulls you to sit between them, your back leaning against his chest. You squirm in need as you feel his hot breath fan against the back of your ear, whimpering softly. 

“Tell me what you’re doing,” Miles orders. 

Lyle reaches over to lay the phone between your parted legs, smirking as your gaze meets his. “We’re in position now, she’s on my lap.”

“Good,” Miles inhales deeply. “Get your hand under her shirt and play with her nipples.”

Lyle’s hand is quick to find your exposed waist, sliding his big hand up till it delves under the elastic of your sports top. Your nipples are already hard, pleasant little shivers running down your body at every press of his body against yours. His bulge rubs against your back as his fingers find your nipples, moans slipping from your lips when he teasingly rubs over them.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Miles encourages you, lightly grinding his teeth as he tries not to be too loud while stroking his cock. “Moan for me. Say my name.”

You fulfill his wish as Lyle pinches your nipples, crying out. “Miles!” 

Your lust filled mind has no time to waste on wondering if Lyle minded you calling out another man’s name while he touches you, but judging from the desperate grinding into your back you shouldn’t be too worried.

“Miles,” you mewl again as Lyle continues rolling and pinching your nipples between his fingers, pressing a kiss against the shell of your ear. “Feels so good. Need your cock so bad.”

Your lover groans on the other end of the call. God you really do wish he was here to fuck you. 

“Want me to stretch that cunt of yours out, huh? Pull you onto my fat cock till you can do nothing but scream?”

A stream of yeses leaves your mouth as Lyle’s fingers continue building your arousal up, feeling your own wetness starting to drip from your cunt. He groans and bites lightly into your ear as your moans work him up even more. Your tail wraps eagerly around one of his thighs. 

“Please, please touch me,” you say, the words both meant for Quaritch and Lyle, making eye contact with the latter. “I need to feel it inside me.”

Lyle thinks he might have a heart attack as you look at him so sweetly, your delicious lips parted as you pant. If the colonel wouldn’t make sure to kill him for good, he would’ve risked bending you over and taking you then and there. 

Slick sounds come from the phone as Miles grunts his approval. “Do as she asks, but don’t put your fingers in yet. I want to hear how wet that pussy is for me when you rub it.”

You watch as one of Lyle’s hands leaves your breasts, traveling down your body slowly till it’s cupping your mound. Fuck, if there’s one thing you love about these Avatar bodies it’s the sheer size of them, even at your own staggering height Lyle’s hand covers your whole cunt. 

Slowly, he rubs two fingers through your folds, parting them and groaning as the wetness between them slickens his fingers. With the phone laying between your legs Miles can hear every little wet noise produced from the movements. You know it always gets him going to hear the effect he has on you, and so you make sure to confirm it verbally as well. 

“I’m so wet for you, Miles,” you purr, grabbing onto one of Lyle’s arms for support as he starts rubbing you more eagerly. “Want you to stretch me out.”

You moan and buck your hips forward as his fingers ghost over your clit, eager to have more friction there. Miles’s breath stutters as you hear him fuck hard into his own fist, enjoying the show more than he ever thought possible. 

“That’s my girl,” he says and a smile pulls at your lips. “Give corporal Wainfleet a kiss and I’m sure he’ll reward you.”

You turn your head to the side, lust-filled eyes looking at Lyle expectantly before he leans in. His mouth is hot and eager on yours, his tongue instantly slipping past your lips. This might be his only chance at this, and so he intends to enjoy it to the fullest. 

His fingers find your clit and you moan into his mouth as he rubs tight circles over it. It feels so good, your legs squirming from the pleasure that every stroke brings forth. He enjoys kissing you for a moment longer before pulling back, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips and a purplish blush dusting your cheeks. It’s enough to almost make him cum in his pants. 

You lean your head against Lyle’s shoulders as he pleasures you, moans and tiny cries of Miles’s name leaving your mouth. 

“Feels so good,” you pant, the sweet familiar tension in your abdomen rising. “I’m getting close.”

“Put -fuckk- put your fingers inside her,” Miles orders, his voice shaky and muffled groans interrupted his sentence. 

Lyle more than happily obliges, making you groan in disappointment when his fingers abandon your clit to drift lower. Your mood doesn’t last long, back arching when the corporal slides two of his fingers into you. They’re not as thick as Miles’s, but they are longer, making you see stars when he curls them deep inside you.

“M-miles,” you whimper, your grip on Lyle’s arm tightening. You want to hear Miles’s voice, want to hear him say how well you are doing.

Your pussy squelches as Lyle thrusts his fingers into you, not holding back at all now that he got the greenlight. His strokes are fast but deliberate, seeking out whichever spot makes you writhe against him the hardest. 

“Tell me how many fingers you are taking, sweetheart,” Miles chokes out through the phone. 

“T-two,” you answer, almost having to glance down for confirmation but finding your position to be too comfortable. 

Lyle still nibbles and kisses at your twitching ear now and then, his fangs scraping past the sensitive flesh teasingly, his own breathing rapid.

Miles tsks at your answer. “Only two for a slut like you? Nah. Put another in her Corporal, she can take it.”

Your friend obeys and your eyes snap closed in pleasure as another finger slides into your hot cunt, your walls stretching deliciously around him. 

“Yeahhh, that’s it,” Miles lets out a drawn out groan. “Can hear you fucking taking it.”

You had completely forgotten about the hand still on your breast until Lyle pinches your nipple, the sensation making you clench around him. Your brain can barely form a thought anymore as he fingerfucks you, panting wildly as you feel that same tension from earlier rebuilding. 

After a few more strokes of his fingers your cries get even louder, peaking both of the men’s interest. 

“Tell me when you’re gonna cum,” Miles tells you, judging from the way he sounds not far behind you. 

You are quite the sight to Lyle as your body trembles under his touch, his own cock now so hard it’s almost painful. He rubs it against your back more eagerly, pushing you back against him with the hand on your chest. Something about the added lewdness of getting grinded on by a man while your boyfriend’s moans pour from the phone sets you over the edge, screaming it out to Miles as your walls spasm around Lyle’s fingers. 

“That’s it, good girl. Did so well, sweetheart.”

You barely register Miles’s voice as your orgasm washes over you, Lyle’s fingers continuing to stroke that sweet spot inside you throughout it. 

“Just a little more, -aahh- need to cum too. Want you to tell me what I should do to you when I’m back,” Miles’s speech sounds slurred as he approaches his orgasm. 

It’s hard to string any words together as Lyle continues fucking you on his fingers, your cunt still throbbing from your orgasm, but you manage to let your thoughts flow freely. “Want you to pin me against the wall -ah!- and fuck me from behind. Want you to take me till I’m sore and filled with your cum! -Fuck, ahh- Please, Miles!” 

That’s enough for him, groaning loudly into the phone as he spills his release into his own hand, imagining it's your tight heat instead. “F-fuck, sweetheart.”

The speed of Lyle’s fingers wind down until he’s still inside you, more sloppy kisses pressed against the back of your ear and the side of your face as you pant.

Miles has to gather himself for a moment, taking deep breaths before he speaks again. “A-alright, take them out.”

You whimper as Lyle’s fingers leave your cunt, almost a little disappointed that this is where it ends. When he moves them past you you see how much of your arousal is coating his fingers, but he doesn’t seem to mind, sticking them into his mouth without hesitation. He groans as he licks them clean. 

The only thing that manages to rip your eyes away from the sight is Miles’s voice as he calls your name. 

“Yes?”

“Unless he is neutered, I’m guessing our friend there has found himself in a real pickle right about now,” Miles says, his cocky smile recognizable in his voice.

You lean forward slightly and look back at Lyle, eyes traveling over his body until you reach the bulge in his pants. The material is about as stretched as it could be, a small wet patch staining where the head of his cock is pressed up against it. “Quite.” 

Miles chuckles breathily through the phone. “Relieve him, but just with your hands. Don’t want your mouth to go anywhere near him except if it’s for a kiss.”

Lyle’s eyes go wide as you grab the phone, a wicked smile playing at your lips as you fully turn around to face him. You inch closer till your lips touch his, the way you kiss him in such a teasing, soft manner making him groan low in his throat. You hold the phone next to your face, giggling. 

“Yes, sir.”