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boobo13cambridge · 2 years ago

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Hold On, We’re Going Home | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x f.Reader

Warnings: oral sex (f. receiving), kissing.

Summary: After attending a charity event with Kylian, who looked dashing in his black suit, you feel particularly needy. Once you arrive home, you realize he hungered for you just as much.

A/N: Hello, everyone! Sorry for the late upload, I got a little bit busy with the semester ending. Hope you enjoy this!

You and Kylian step out of the sleek black car, eyes scanning the grand venue of the charity event you are attending. The charity event is held in a grand ballroom, with chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and elegant decorations adorning every corner. As you walk through the elegant glass doors, you are greeted by the sounds of live music and the buzz of guests mingling and socializing. The event aims to help children in need, and the cause is close to your hearts.

The ballroom is transformed into a hub of activity, with auction items displayed on tables, ranging from luxury vacations to one-of-a-kind art pieces. A lavish buffet offers an array of delectable dishes, while a bar serves premium cocktails and wine.

Kylian looks stunning in his black suit, and you send a quick prayer to Tchaga for his impeccable styling and for making your man look so dashing. His broad shoulders fill out the suit perfectly, and his chiselled jawline draws the attention of everyone around him. Noticing the slight tension in his shoulders, you squeeze his hand in comfort.

"You look incredibly handsome, baby," you say, voice laced with affection.

Kylian smiles, his dark eyes softening with affection. "And you look absolutely breathtaking, mon amour," he replies, his gaze lingering on your red dress. You blush, feeling giddy at this praise. You have spent hours picking out the perfect dress, and you have to admit, it is worth it. The dress hugs your curves in all the right places, and the flowing fabric moves gracefully as you walk. Your hair is styled in loose waves, and your makeup is carefully applied to accentuate your features.

“Kylian! Y/N! Vous êtes là!” shouts Presnel, looking quite dapper in his dark navy suit and diamond studs, greeting you both with a hug and la bise. “Roh là là, regardez-moi ça, le ‘tit Kyks et la jolie demoiselle tout bien habiller.” ("Oh my, look at this, little Kyks and the pretty lady all dressed up nicely.")

Giggling, you return his greeting, happy to see the tall centre-back back on his feet after his injury. “Regarde qui parle, M. Presko avec sa belle ‘tit veste. ” ("Look who's talking, Mr. Presko with his fancy little jacket.")

“Allez, ils nous ont placés sur la même table, celle juste en avant,” informs Presnel, holding out his elbow for you to wrap your hand around. “Je vous en prie, mademoiselle,” shaking your head at Presnel’s antics, you let him escort you to your table while Kylian trails behind, pouting.“Voyons, il veut me voler ma femme, ce mec. ”

Greeting everyone at the table before settling down into your seats, you are looking forward to spending the evening with your husband. Despite his attempt to appear at ease, you can tell that the stress of PSG's losing streak has taken a toll on him. His shoulders are slightly hunched, and he seems to be forcing himself to engage in small talk with the other guests. You place a comforting hand on his thigh and place a soft kiss on his cheek. “Relax, mon bébé. Just enjoy tonight, oui?”, you murmur gently in his ear. Kylian looks at you and gives you a tender smile. “Merci d'être toujours à mes côtés, bébé. Je t’aime.”

As the evening progresses, Kylian's gaze keeps drifting towards you, his wonderful wife. He can't help but feel incredibly lucky to have you by his side. Your presence has a calming effect on him, and he finds himself becoming more relaxed and engaged in the conversation. He laughs at jokes and engages in lively conversation with the other guests, and you can tell that he is starting to unwind.

You can see the way he looks at you, his eyes alight with affection and a hint of lust, lingering on your every move, your skin tingles with a thrilling sensation that feels like a thousand tiny needles pricking at your flesh. His touch becomes more lingering and intimate as the night goes on. You, on the other hand, find yourself becoming more and more drawn to him, your heart beating faster every time he looks your way. The atmosphere between you and Kylian is charged with an unmistakable energy that seems to hum and crackle with a life of its own.

As the night progresses, the tension between the two of you grows steadily stronger, like a coiling spring that threatens to burst at any moment. It is an almost palpable sensation, a heady mix of desire, excitement, and anticipation that seems to fill the air around you, enveloping you in a cocoon of raw emotion.

And yet, despite the intensity of the moment, there is a sense of peace and contentment that lies at the heart of it all. You know, without a doubt, that you are exactly where you are meant to be, with the person you are meant to be with, and that nothing else in the world matters as long as you are together.

You can feel his eyes on you, even when you aren't looking, and you know that he is lost in thought, his mind focused on you and you alone. His gaze is intense, but it isn't invasive or uncomfortable. Instead, it is a warm, loving embrace that makes you feel cherished and adored.

As the event comes to an end, the two of you are alone together in the car. Kylian has his arm around your shoulders, as you snuggle closer to him feeling safe and secure in his embrace. The intensity of his love for you is evident in the way he holds you, his touch gentle yet firm, conveying a sense of deep devotion and commitment. You know that you are cherished beyond measure, and the knowledge fills you with a sense of profound gratitude.

As the car rolls along, the outside world slipping away, Kylian lifts your hand to his lips, planting a gentle kiss on the back of it. The sensation of his warm breath on your skin sends shivers down your spine, and you feel a hot flame of desire flicker to life in the pit of your stomach.

"Je t’aime beaucoup, mon coeur. Je ne sais pas ce que je ferais si tu n’étais pas dans ma vie," he whispers, his voice soft and intimate. The words are like a balm to your soul, soothing the doubts and fears that sometimes creep into your mind, reminding you of just how much you are loved. ("I love you so much, my heart. I don't know what I would do if you weren't in my life.")

In that moment, you feel as though you are the only two people in the world, alone together in a bubble of perfect love and contentment. The outside world fades away, replaced by the soft glow of the car's interior and the warmth of Kylian's embrace.

You are so grateful to have found your soulmate in this incredible man, whose love for you is an unbreakable bond that binds you together for all eternity. With each passing moment, your love grows stronger, more enduring, and more profound, a testament to the power of true love to overcome any obstacle.

As you step out of the car and make your way towards the front door, Kylian's hand intertwines with yours, sending a warm shiver down your spine. You turn to look at him and find him gazing at you with an intense hunger in his eyes. In that moment, you realize that you are both feeling particularly needy, the intensity of the emotions that has been building up throughout the evening finally reaching their peak.

You unlock the front door and lead him into the living room, where the lights cast a warm, romantic glow over the room. You turn to face him, and he pulls you close, his arms encircling you in a tight embrace. The heat of his body presses against yours, and you can feel the intense longing that he is trying to suppress, the desire that burns within him threatening to consume him whole. As you look up into his eyes, you can see the raw passion that lies just beneath the surface, the intensity of the emotions that he is struggling to contain. You can feel the fire that rages within him, and you know that you are just as hungry for him as he is for you.

Without a word, he pulls you closer, his lips capturing yours in a deep, passionate kiss. The taste of him fills your senses, the warmth of his mouth enveloping you in a cocoon of desire. You moan into his mouth as he slips his tongue in, each stroke spiraling you into causing lust to pool between your soft thighs. As he trails his hand down your back, cupping your ass, the need to have him filling you intensifies.

“Ky…I need you, please…” you whimper breaking the kiss to cup his cheeks.

“Patience, princesse. I want to take my time with you,” he says huskily, wrapping his other hand around your throat, gently squeezing causing you to moan as desire pools in your panties. Looking into your eyes, his smoldering gaze giving you goosebumps, he leans in and gently bites your bottom lip, his tongue immediately soothing it.

Suddenly, he lifts you bridal style bringing you upstairs to your bedroom, as you yelp his name grabbing onto his neck. Pushing the door to your bedroom open, Kylian gently lays you down on the soft duvet placing a soft kiss on your forehead making your heart clench at his gentleness.

“Je t’aime, mon ange,” he says voice filled with emotions. “Moi aussi, je t’aime fort Ky.”

Kylian has a particular look in his eyes that both makes you feel like you would either combust from the sheer amount of love you have for him or melt into a pool of molten lava of lust. As he takes his blazer off, you slowly kneel between his legs, his warm hands trailing the length of your legs, lifting your silky red dress.

“Putain, bébé. Tu sais pas à quelle point, cette robe m’a rendu fou ce soir.” ("Damn, baby. You don't know how much that dress drove me crazy tonight.")

The deep vibration of his voice awakens a dangerous inferno of desire that only he can extinguish with his touch. “Kylian…” his name slips from your lips, a most beautiful melody that he will cherish for eternity. The young footballer feels like he is going insane looking down at the beautiful goddess who lies in their bed. His otherworldly wife.

Wife, the word alone causing a primal possessiveness to awaken in him as he feels himself harden looking down at her flushed cheeks and the rise and fall of her full breast.

“I need to taste you, bébé. Sit on my face.”

His request takes you aback, making you bite your lip as you feel a little insecure at the idea of your intimate part being so close to his face. Sensing your slight hesitation, he rubs your thighs gently. “Allez, mon ange. I’ll make you feel good, promit.”

Nodding, you slowly get up, trying to slip your dress off, but Kylian stops you, wanting you to writhe above him in that exquisite dress. God, seeing you in red makes his mind and cock go absolutely feral.

As Kylian slowly makes himself comfortable on the bed, you slowly get on top of him, your thighs on either side of his strong torso. Kylian places his hands on your ass and encourages you to move higher. Biting your lip, you inch closer to his face, your wet-covered core now right above him. You hear Kylian curse as he sees how soaked your lacy thong is, “Merde, you’re absolutely drenched bébé. Fuck, all mine.”

Swiping your panties to the side, Kylian sensually licks your wet cunt from the bottom to the top. The touch makes you arch your back in pleasure as you buck closer to his tongue. He circles your sensitive clit, featherlight, teasing as your hole flutters around nothing.

“Kylian!”

He grunts against your lips, pushing you closer to his face as he explores you. The loud, wet sounds make you grip the headboard as you swivel your hips lost in the sweet, burning sensations of his touch. Kylian eagerly dives in, his tongue seeking out every inch of your wetness. He runs his tongue along the outer lips of your vulva, tracing slow, languorous circles that make you gasp in pleasure. You feel the slickness of his saliva mixing with your own juices, creating a heady scent that fills the air.

“Ky…I’m so close…”

Your breathless whines make him buck his hips as he feels precum slowly leaking from his hardened cock. Digging his fingers into your ass, Kylian takes your bud in his mouth as he sucks on it hard. The sensation sends electric jolts of pleasure coursing through your body, causing you to arch your back and moan his name.

As he continues to work your clit with a featherlight touch, Kylian's fingers join in on the fun. One hand spreads your folds apart, exposing your pink, glistening flesh to his hungry gaze. The other hand slips a finger inside of you, curling slightly to hit that sweet spot deep within.

“You wanna cum, bébé?” his voice is sending vibrations to your swollen clit as he keeps swirling his tongue around it in tight, fast circles and keeps up a steady speed with his finger. Your mind is a jumbled mess as you feel tears at the corner of your eyes. You can feel yourself reaching your peak, and all you can focus on is grinding your pussy into Kylian’s face as you chase your release.

You are pretty sure you are suffocating him, but you can't stop; it's too good. Your inner walls are constantly clenching around his digit as he continues to lap at your clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body.

You feel a sting on your ass that jolts you slightly. If there is something Kylian loves most in bed, it's you begging him to let you cum. “Please, Ky… Make me cum…”

Increasing the movement of his tongue, as he licks circles and flicks your clit left and right, Kylian brings you closer and closer to your peak, the wet sounds of his tongue and fingers filling the room. You grip the headboard tightly, your hips bucking uncontrollably against his face as he holds you down and makes you take everything he gives you.

“Ky…Fuck…I’m gonna cum! Kylian!”

As he bites your clit, you feel the tight string in your body snap, as you tumble over the precipice, with a scream of his name. You flail helplessly like a puppet under someone else’s strings in his hold as he continues his assault on your sensitive clit, helping you ride out your orgasm.

Overstimulated, you gently push his head, and with one last lick, Kylian gently lifts you off his face and lays you down beside him. Panting and basking in the afterglow of your orgasm, you can't help but feel grateful for his skilled touch and his unwavering focus on your pleasure. Your body is still humming with the sensations of his tongue and fingers, and you feel completely spent in the best possible way.

“Ça va, mon coeur?” he murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, his arm draped protectively over your body, you can see the affection in his eyes. “Mon dieu, Ky. Je pense que tu m’as tué,” you say, your body still shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. ("My god, Ky. I think you've killed me,")

Chuckling, he pulls you close to his chest. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, mon amour," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss you softly. You smile at him, a lazy grin spreading across your face as you return his kiss.

For a moment, you simply lay there together, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies and the intimacy of the moment. Kylian's fingers trace lazy patterns along your skin, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine, and you sigh contentedly.

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