Timeless • A Kyle Kuzma Fanfiction

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astin

I didn't have time to scold my insufferable boyfriend before a high pitched screech came from the door. A woman and a boy stepped into the living room with bags and almost attacked Kyle straight on.

Almost, being before they saw what he was holding.

"Is that Astin's baby? Oh my goodness she's so cute!"

Am I not in the room?

"Here they are! Ignore the presentation; I didn't exactly have time to go to the dollar store and get some bags..." Karri comes in, distractedly going through some Macy's bags.

I shuffle my feet a little. To say I was uncomfortable was beyond an understatement. It wasn't that I didn't like them, or that they seemed to feel any type of way about me, it was that I wasn't used to this. It'd been a long time since I had met the family of a guy I wanted to be with and the amount of nerves I had in my body seemed to be multiplied by a thousand.

"As," Kyle looks down at me briefly, "Meet my brother and sister, Bri and Dre."

"Uh, hi. Um, here, I'll get her so you can hug him." I awkwardly take Blake from Kyle and they just stand and stare.

"Um..." I trail off and look to Kyle for some kind of guidance. He awkwardly chuckles and I feel my face heat up.

Thank you, God for making me black.

If I wasn't, I was sure that my color could make even a tomato seem dull.

Blake stirs in my arms and pats my head. "I'm tired, mommy." Her face twists as she lays her head in the crook of my neck.

"I'll take you to my room. Y'all give us like twenty minutes." Kyle rushes, ushering me away and into his room before shutting the door behind us. He starts to speak and I shoot him a sharp glare. I lay Blake down and make her comfortable before dragging him into his in-suite bathroom.

"Ky-"

I'm cut off by his lips and had I not actually needed them right now, I would be pissed.

"I know, and I'm sorry." He brings his lips down my neck and a soft gasp escapes my lips as he nibbles on my skin. "Remember I love you." He goes to the other side and works his way down again.

"K-Kyle-" I could feel my legs begin to slip and I'm assuming so could he as his hands lock behind knees and he lifts me. He wraps my legs around his waist and I silently praise God I decided not to wear that skirt.

"Shit, you're so hot, baby. Are you getting sick?" He pulls away to set me on the counter and has the audacity to stare at me dumbfounded.

"No I'm not getting sick, you idiot!" I slap his check with a glare. "I'm awkward! And so are you! And it's your family! And, and then you come in here and do that as if I'm even-" He slips his hands underneath my shirt to rub my back and I tense.

"Why'd you stop?" he hums, gazing at me through his lashes.

"Why'd you start?" I bite back. I was on edge, no, over the edge, and here he was exploiting my frustration.

"I want you to calm down, As. And I for one, have never seen you more relaxed than when I'm touching, feeling, or kissing you." That little smirk teeters on his lips. Cocky bastard.

"Does it look like I'm relaxed?"

He hums again and shakes his head. "You look...bothered."

"Out of everywhere and anytime you could get horny...now?" See? I n s u f f e r a b l e.

He throws his back as he lets out that choppy laugh my heart seems to like so much. "I'm not horny, Astin. I really want you to relax. They're not going to bite; they're not monsters. Just calm down, alright?"

I fold my arms over my chest with a raised eyebrow and pursed lips. Yeah, right.

"Okay, so your legs looking too right in those jeans, but I still want you to calm down."

I sigh, leaning backwards. I knew it.

"I just wish...I just wish you would've let me have a night with you. I mean, you've been gone for almost two weeks and the first thing that happens when you get back is a short notice invitation to meet your family." I pout.

"I want you guys to be close." He sort of frowns in a childlike way.

"I want to be close to them too, especially after you called Blake your daughter literally two feet away from your mom." I roll my eyes at his bashful expression. "I've accepted our relationship for how it is and how it'll go. We move fast, unwillingly, but we do and I'm okay with that now. But meeting your family after what? A month and a half? Wanting you like I do after a month and a half? It just seems too good. That's why I still give us some boundaries. No I don't want you to stay over because I probably would end up on your tip and not on accident." His Adam's apple bobs slightly.

"Shit. You can't say things like that As."

"Oh come on! You tell me you love me but I can't admit I would ride you?" The double standards were through the roof with this one.

Kyle squeezes my side before lowering his head again. "I'm going to kiss you, and I'm not going to stop, okay?"

His eyes were darkened and he was so close I could feel his breath mingling with mine. He knew what reactions he got out of me and why, and how he did it. Having him in such close proximity made it hard for me to think, or rather, think rationally. My thoughts were going ten thousand miles a minute and almost all of them ended with me pregnant.

How nice.

I felt my head move before my brain had even told me that I had agreed. Not that it would matter, because it wasn't a question.

Kyle covered his mouth with mine and moved slowly. Any time we kissed it was fast, this gave me too much time to think, gave my body too much time to react and I was not a fan.

He pushed me further up on the counter and stood straight making mt head tilt up so we couldn't stop.

"H-Has it been twenty minutes?" I manage to get out between kisses.

"Shut up." He mumbles, and I do.

He travels down my jaw, kissing and licking as usual. When he reached my neck, he nuzzles his head under my chin until I hold my neck back so he could reach where he wanted easily.

Now, there was some things we had never done when it came to us kissing.

1. I had never once moaned, because I knew (and legally would for the next 16 years) what moaning led to.

2. Left marks. Hickeys, love bites, regular bruises, all of that. We never did and I assumed there was an understanding of that.

Clearly I was wrong.

Kyle had started sucking on the skin at the base of my neck, right before my collarbone. I wanted to tell him to stop, but the words wouldn't form and it just felt so good.

He pushed me further up on the counter and in the process, little Kyle, who was poking through his joggers brushed my entrance and I squeezed my eyes shut as a moan tumbled from my lips.

He paused and I could feel him staring at me.

"I'm going to do that again." He says, his voice deeper and huskier than I thought it could ever go.

This time he didn't wait for me to nod. He pressed himself against my core and moved against me. I should've worn the skirt.

It didn't last long, as a heavy knock sounded on his bedroom door. Kyle let out a string of curses before screaming out, "What!" I try and tell him to remember Blake was sleeping but I was so disoriented I could barely remember my name.

"Mama said come on! You been in there for like an hour bro!"

Kyle and I eyes meet as we speak at the same time.

"Fuck."