#jules kounde fic

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Sakura Dreams 🌸🗼🇯🇵 • Jules Koundé (4/6)

SYNOPSIS: It was supposed to be a guys’ trip to Japan after a disappointing ending to Euros, however, fate had another thing in mind.

PAIRINGS: Jules Koundé x fem!blackOC (Ayo Pratt) (faceclaim @/joie.ade)

WARNINGS: cursing, poor google translations, football b.s & drama, flirty!jules, eventual smut. MINORS DNI!!!

TAGLIST: @hopefulromantic1 @lettersofgold @sinflowersugar @mauvecherie-writes @queenshikongo3 @perfecttrashface @alika-4466 @peyiswriting @leilaxaliel @serpenttines-library @certifiedlesbianbaddie @niahxo @julescpu @jack0357 @chaoticcoffeequeen @greedyjudge2 @yeea-nah @saturnville @taytropicana @trentswrld @cranberryjulce @vile-harlot @2serenity0 @elyseesarchive @peaceiswonderful

A/N: Jules was in Japan, so of course I had to make a short series about it. Also, if you’re a Jules girl, please let me know and I’ll tag you in more chapters.

The early morning sun painted Maruyama Park in hues of gold and pink, the cherry blossoms swaying gently in the breeze. Ayo adjusted her dress, a soft smile playing on her lips as she watched her friends set up for their impromptu photoshoot.

"Seven years, can you believe it?" Symone mused, fiddling with the camera settings. "From broke college students to globe-trotting bad bitches."

Gigi snorted, smoothing down her hair. "Speak for yourself. I'm still broke, just with better taste now."

Ayo laughed, the sound light and carefree. She felt different today, a warmth spreading through her chest that had nothing to do with the Kyoto sunshine.

Nikki sidled up to her, a knowing glint in her eye. "So, Miss Thing, you gonna tell us where you disappeared to last night again? Or should I say, who you disappeared with? We barely see your cute self."

Ayo felt heat rise to her cheeks, memories of Jules' hands, his lips, flashing through her mind. "I don't kiss and tell," she mumbled, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Girl, please," Symone drawled, joining the conversation. "Your walk says everything your mouth won't. I’m just glad that our little Ayo finally got some of that French pastry."

The girls dissolved into giggles, and Ayo couldn't help but join in. As embarrassing as their teasing was, she had to admit – it felt good to share this with them, even if just through knowing looks and playful jabs.

"Alright, alright," Ayo said, trying to regain some composure. "Aren't we supposed to be taking photos or something?"

As they posed under the cherry blossoms, Ayo found her mind drifting back to Jules. The way he'd looked at her last night, like she was the only person in the world. The gentle way he'd traced the curves of her body, as if committing every inch to memory.

"Ayo!" Nikki's voice cut through her daydream. "Girl, if you don't stop looking like you're about to float away on a cloud of dick-induced happiness, I swear..."

Ayo blinked, focusing on her friends' amused faces. "Sorry, I just... last night was..."

"That good, huh?" Gigi smirked, raising an eyebrow.

As they continued their photoshoot, laughing and reminiscing about the past seven years, Ayo couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted. This trip was supposed to be about celebrating their friendship, about new experiences before her big move to London. But now, with Jules in the picture, she found herself wondering if maybe, just maybe, there was room for something more in her carefully planned future.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

"Okay, but seriously," Symone said, adjusting her stance for another photo, "we need details. Is he as good with his hands as he looks?"

Ayo rolled her eyes, but couldn't suppress her grin. "Y'all are too much. Can't a girl have some privacy?"

"Privacy?" Nikki scoffed. "In this group? Please. We've seen each other through breakups, makeups, and that time Gigi thought she was pregnant after a broken condom scare."

Gigi groaned, covering her face. "Do we have to bring that up every time?"

"Yes," the other three chorused, dissolving into giggles.

As their laughter subsided, Ayo found herself softening. These were her girls, after all. If she couldn't share this with them, who could she share it with?

"It was..." she began, searching for the right words. "It was different. Good different. Like, 'maybe I should cancel my flight to London and change it to Barcelona' different."

The confession hung in the air for a moment, heavy with implication.

"Damn," Symone whispered, her eyes wide. "That good, huh?"

Ayo nodded, a mix of excitement and fear churning in her stomach. "I don't know what to do," she admitted. "This was supposed to be a fun trip before I started my new life. Now I'm wondering if maybe..."

"If maybe that new life could include a certain French footballer?" Gigi finished for her, her tone gentle.

"Yeah," Ayo said softly. "Is that crazy?"

The girls exchanged glances, a silent conversation passing between them.

"Honey," Nikki said finally, wrapping an arm around Ayo's shoulders, "if there's one thing I've learned in our seven years of friendship, it's that sometimes the best things in life are the ones we don't plan for."

As they huddled together for one last group shot, the cherry blossoms raining down around them, Ayo felt a surge of gratitude for these women who had been by her side through everything. Whatever happened with Jules, whatever decision she made about her future, she knew they'd have her back.

"Alright, ladies," Symone declared, setting the timer on the camera. "Let's make this one count. To seven years of friendship, and to whatever the future holds!"

As they packed up their camera gear and gathered their belongings, Ayo's phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen, her smile faltering.

"Jamaal again?" Nikki asked, noticing the change in her friend's demeanor.

Ayo nodded, letting out a frustrated sigh. "He saw Jules' comment on my post. Now he's blowing up my phone, acting like we're still together."

Symone's eyes flashed with anger. "You want me to get Semaj to beat this nigga ass? My brother's been itching to fight him since y'all broke up."

"No, no," Ayo said quickly, shaking her head. "I'll handle it. I think it's time I just block him entirely."

With a few taps on her screen, Ayo finally cut off Jamaal's last connection to her. It felt like closing a chapter, one she should have ended long ago.

As they made their way towards the park exit, the conversation drifted back to Jules.

"So, are you seeing him again today?" Gigi asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

Before Ayo could answer, they rounded a corner and there he was. Jules, jogging down the path, his locs pulled into a high bun and Beats headphones perched on his head. He noticed them immediately, slowing to a stop near the group.

"Ladies," he greeted them with a charming smile, his eyes lingering on Ayo.

The girls exchanged knowing glances before Symone took charge. "Well, would you look at that? Jules, just the man we were talking about." She gave Ayo a not-so-subtle nudge forward. "Why don't you two catch up? We'll see you later for dinner, Ayo."

Before Ayo could protest, her friends were already walking away, leaving her alone with Jules. She turned to face him, suddenly aware of how good he looked in his workout gear, a thin sheen of sweat making his skin glow in the morning light.

"Hi," she said softly, a mix of nervousness and excitement fluttering in her stomach.

"Hi yourself," Jules replied, his voice warm. "Surprise meeting you here."

Her friends' laughter faded into the distance, Ayo found herself both grateful for and slightly annoyed by their meddling. But as Jules smiled at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners, she couldn't bring herself to mind too much.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

"So, what brings you to the park this early?" Jules asked, his eyes curious.

Ayo smiled, "My girls and I were doing a photoshoot to celebrate seven years of friendship."

Jules let out a low whistle. "Seven years? That's impressive."

"Yeah, we've been through a lot together," Ayo nodded.

"That’s crazy", he said with a smile, his tone shifting slightly as his eyes flickered with nostalgia. "I’ve got AK, Wilhelm, and Aurélien… though Aurélien’s not here with us this trip. Wilhelm and I grew up together, but AK and Aurélien, we met when I played for Girondins de Bordeaux. We've been tight ever since. It’s rare to find friends who stick around like that."

"It really is." Ayo listened intently as they started walking, their steps naturally falling into sync. She loved hearing him talk about his friends—it was a side of him that showed his loyalty, his depth beyond the playful teasing and easy charm.

He glanced over at her, his voice dropping to a lower register. "By the way, I didn’t appreciate you sneaking out of my room this morning, but I understand - girl time is important."

Ayo rolled her eyes, feigning innocence. "What if I do it again?"

Jules raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile on his lips. "Then I’ll have to spank your ass."

Ayo gasped, half-shocked but unable to suppress the grin that tugged at her lips. Jules leaned in, his voice dropping to a near whisper, eyes locked on hers. "You know you like it."

And boy did she. As much as Ayo liked to think of herself as the type to set boundaries, something about Jules made her feel reckless—free in a way she hadn’t expected. She had never been one to enjoy love taps during sex; they made her feel weird, like she was doing something she wasn’t entirely comfortable with. But with Jules… it felt different. Primal, even. Every time his hand landed on her, it wasn’t just about pleasure—it was a release, a surrender to the moment that she didn’t even realize she craved.

They kept walking, the gentle hum of the city around them as the sun began to dip lower in the sky. Eventually, they reached her hotel, where she stopped, turning to face him. Jules’ gaze lingered on her, and without a word, he leaned in, pressing his lips softly against hers. The kiss was slow at first, but then he deepened it, his tongue brushing against hers, sending a shiver down her spine. There was a promise in that kiss—one she knew all too well.

When he pulled back, his lips hovered near hers, his breath warm against her skin. "Catch up with me later, after your dinner," he murmured, his voice husky.

Ayo nodded, feeling the heat between them simmering under the surface. She knew what he meant—another night tangled up in his sheets, losing herself in him once again.

Jules flashed her one last smile before turning and heading down the road toward his hotel, his casual gait making it seem as though he had all the time in the world. Ayo watched him for a moment, her heart still racing from their kiss, before stepping into her own hotel to change and get ready for dinner.

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He closed his eyes, allowing his mind to wander as the steam rose around him. The heat soothed his muscles, but his thoughts drifted to Ayo—her teasing smile, the way her body responded when they were together. He chuckled to himself, remembering her bratty little act earlier.

She really thought she could sneak out on me.

Once he was done, Jules dried off quickly and walked into the bedroom and dressed in his chosen outfit - a short-sleeve black shirt with graphics at the bottom, white linen pants with black stripes down the sides, and Adidas Sambas.

As he hopped into the car—one of those sleek chauffeured rides they'd arranged for the trip—his friends were already waiting, talking and laughing. Nicholas sat beside him in the back seat, AK and Wilhelm up front, everyone in high spirits as they headed toward Nara to check out the famous deer park. Jules leaned back, relaxing into the smooth leather seat as the conversation flowed around him.

"Tu l'as vue aujourd'hui?" (Did you see her today?) AK asked with a sly grin, not bothering to keep his voice down.

Jules smirked, glancing out the window as Kyoto's skyline passed by. "Ouais, je l'ai vue." (Yeah, I saw her.) He paused for effect. "Elle était avec ses amies." (She was with her friends.)

Wilhelm laughed from the passenger seat. "Et toi? Tu penses que tu vas la verrouiller?" (And you? You think you're going to lock her down?)

Jules shot him a look, playful but with an edge. "On verra." (We'll see.)

Nicholas chimed in, leaning forward with a knowing grin. "Si elle est à Londres, tu ne vivra pas trop loin." (If she's in London, you won't live too far away.)

The thought lingered in Jules' mind as the conversation continued. London, Barcelona—could it really work? It was early days, but there was something undeniable between him and Ayo. She wasn't just some girl he hooked up with; there was a connection, deeper than he wanted to admit. As much as he tried to play it cool, the idea of her being in London, a short flight away, seemed… right.

But before he could dwell too much on that, Jules shifted his focus to the upcoming La Liga season. It was always in the back of his mind, looming like a quiet hum in the background. Barcelona—his club, his home for the past few seasons. Things were changing, though. He was stepping into more of a mentor role now, especially with some of the younger guys set to debut this year. It wasn't a role he had expected to take on so soon, but he found himself enjoying it. Passing on his experience, his knowledge—especially to the players coming up through the ranks—it gave him a new sense of purpose.

"Tu penses à quoi, là?" (What are you thinking about?) AK asked, interrupting his thoughts.

Jules shook his head, letting a small smile slip. "Le foot. La saison qui arrive." (Football. The upcoming season.)

Wilhelm turned slightly from the front. "Le mentor maintenant, hein? Ça te va bien, je pense." (The mentor now, huh? I think it suits you.)

Jules laughed softly. "Ouais. Ça me fait sentir vieux, mais je pense que c'est nécessaire." (Yeah. Makes me feel old, but I think it's necessary.)

The car hit a smooth patch of road as they neared Nara, the lights of the city fading behind them. Jules glanced at his phone, seeing if there was anything from Ayo, but it was silent for now. He liked that about her—she didn't always blow up his phone or need constant attention. She had her own thing going on, and that independence was attractive as hell.

"Elle va sûrement te rattraper ce soir." (She'll probably catch up with you tonight.) Nicholas teased, raising an eyebrow.

Jules grinned, his thoughts briefly drifting back to that kiss they shared outside her hotel. "Elle le sait." (She knows.)

He wasn't going to push her. Ayo was handling her own thing with her friends tonight, but they both knew where the night would eventually end. Another night in his bed, her body wrapped around his—it was inevitable. And he liked that, too. The tension, the chase, the knowing without having to say too much. It kept things fun. Kept things… alive.

As the car slowed down near Nara Park, Jules glanced out the window, spotting the deer roaming around. It was surreal, the mix of nature and city blending together in a way that felt uniquely Japanese. He stepped out of the car with his friends, ready to take in the quiet beauty of the place.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

The air was crisp and filled with the soft rustling of leaves, and the famous deer of Nara approached them, seemingly unafraid of human presence.

"C'est incroyable," (This is incredible) Wilhelm murmured, reaching out slowly to one of the deer.

Jules remembered the custom he'd read about and bowed slightly to a nearby deer. To his amazement and amusement, the deer bowed back, eliciting chuckles from his friends.

"Merde, regardez ça!" (Oh shit, look at that!) AK exclaimed, quickly mimicking Jules' action with another deer.

They spent the next hour wandering through the park, feeding the deer special crackers sold by nearby vendors and marveling at the peaceful coexistence of nature and civilization.

As the day grew later, Nicholas stretched and suggested, "On va chercher de la bouffe avant de retourner à l’hôtel?" (Should we grab some food before heading back to the hotel?)

They found a small, local ramen shop still open and savored steaming bowls of noodles, the conversation drifting between their Nara experience and plans for the next day.

"Demain c'est notre dernier jour complet à Kyoto, non?" (Tomorrow's our last full day in Kyoto, right?) Wilhelm asked between slurps of ramen.

Jules nodded, "Ouais, on a le spectacle de geisha, puis c'est direction Osaka." (Yeah, we have the geisha performance, then it's off to Osaka.)

When they finished their meals, the mood shifted, becoming more relaxed. They lingered a bit longer, then decided to head back to the hotel. Once they arrived, AK, Wilhelm, and Nicholas were in the mood to check out one of the local clubs, but Jules had other plans.

“Tu viens avec nous, non?” (You’re coming with us, right?) AK asked as they stepped out of the car.

Jules shook his head with a grin, “Non, pas ce soir. Vous amusez bien.” (No, not tonight. You guys have fun.)

They all dapped each other up before the guys headed off. Jules walked back to his room, the quiet of the hallway a stark contrast to the energy outside. He kicked off his shoes, laid back on the bed, and absentmindedly began scrolling through Instagram. Almost on autopilot, his thumb drifted to Ayo’s profile, liking a few more of her recent posts. He clicked on her most recent picture, then scrolled down to the comments.

And there it was again—Jamaal. Ayo’s ex. Jules clicked on his profile, curiosity and mild annoyance getting the better of him. His brows furrowed as he scanned the guy’s pictures.

Really?

He sucked his teeth, shaking his head. Lame didn’t even begin to cover it.

Rolling his eyes, he exited the guy’s profile and went back to Ayo’s. She wouldn’t have to worry about that dude anymore. Not with him in the picture now. A small, possessive smile crept onto his face.

Yeah, she’s mine now.

It wasn’t just a simple casual thing anymore, and as crazy as it sounded, he didn’t give a fuck.

Just then, his phone buzzed. Ayo’s name popped up on the screen.

Ayo: “I’m outside your hotel room.”

Jules sprang up immediately, a grin stretching across his face as he moved to open the door. And there she was, standing in the hallway, a small overnight bag slung over her shoulder.

“Prepared, are we?” he teased, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

Ayo scoffed. “Mainly so you don’t have a fit when I have to sneak out in the morning.”

“Hmmm,” Jules hummed, not entirely buying it, but letting it slide. He opened the door wider, ushering her in. “Bring your pretty ass inside, chérie.”

She grinned as she walked past him, and Jules couldn’t resist—his hand came down in a playful swat on her ass, making her squeal and giggle.

Once inside, Ayo made her way to his room, tossing her bag onto the desk chair. Jules stalked behind her, his eyes tracing the curve of her body. In a smooth motion, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her flush against him. His lips found her neck, placing soft, teasing kisses before his tongue traced a long stripe from the shell of her ear to her collarbone. She shuddered beneath his touch.

“Should I taste that pretty pussy of yours first, ma belle?” he whispered, his voice low and husky. “Or did you miss me too much?”

“I missed you…” Ayo admitted as she turned to face him, her voice barely above a breath.

Jules chuckled against her skin. “I missed you too, bébé.” His hands tightened around her waist before he swiftly picked her up, causing her to instinctively wrap her legs around his torso.

Their lips met in a heated kiss as Jules carried her to the bed. He plopped her down on the soft mattress, still kissing her deeply, their hands moving frantically as they tore away their clothes. Skin to skin, they didn’t stop—didn’t slow down. It was as if their bodies craved each other, needing to feel that connection again.

Jules pressed Ayo into the bed, his mouth never leaving hers, their breaths mingling as their hearts raced. The tension between them was electric, a current running through their bodies, pulling them closer.

Slowly, Jules began kissing his way down her body. His lips brushed against the soft skin of her neck, then lower, pausing to lavish attention on her breasts. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, rolling it gently with his tongue before giving the other the same treatment. Ayo moaned softly, arching her back as his lips moved lower, across her stomach, and down to the junction of her thighs.

He paused there for a moment, taking in the sight of her spread out beneath him. Then, without warning, he licked her pussy, the tip of his tongue teasing her clit in slow, deliberate strokes. Ayo’s body reacted instantly, her hips rising to meet his mouth, a breathless moan escaping her lips.

Jules smiled against her, humming softly as he enjoyed the taste of her. He licked her again, this time a little harder, savoring her essence as it coated his tongue. Her body writhed beneath him, hips moving in sync with the rhythm of his mouth.

But just when Ayo’s breathing became more ragged, and her body started to shake, Jules stopped.

“I’ll come back to that later,” he murmured, licking his lips to wipe away the remnants of her essence. His eyes darkened with desire as he gazed at the sight of her sopping wet pussy, swollen and glistening. “Turn around.”

His voice was deep, commanding, and Ayo’s eyes widened at the shift in his tone. Without hesitation, she did as she was told, rolling onto her hands and knees, offering herself to him. The anticipation made her body tremble, and Jules took a moment to admire her, his hands teasing the curves of her ass.

Grabbing a condom from the drawer, Jules ripped the wrapper open, quickly rolling it on. He positioned himself behind her, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. With one smooth motion, he entered her, sliding deep into her warmth. The tightness of her pussy made his head spin, and he groaned at how perfect she felt around him.

Ayo moaned as he filled her, her back arching as she pushed back against him, her pussy gripping him tightly. Jules set a steady pace, his hands gripping her hips as he fucked her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through them both.

“Putain… t’es si mouillée…” (Fuck… you’re so wet…) Jules groaned, his voice strained as he watched her pussy cream on his dick, her juices shining as they coated him. “You feel so good, baby.”

Ayo whimpered beneath him, her breath coming in short gasps as she rocked back against him, matching his rhythm. “Jules… oh my god…”

The sound of her moans, the way her body responded to every thrust, drove Jules wild. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “You like that, huh? Tell me how much you missed this dick, ma belle.”

“I missed it so much,” she whimpered, her voice breathless. “I missed you.”

Jules growled softly, picking up the pace, his cock pounding into her harder. “You’re mine, you know that?” he murmured, his fingers digging into her hips. “Ain’t nobody gonna touch you like this.”

Ayo’s only response was a broken moan, her body shivering from the intensity of his thrusts. She was so responsive, so addictive, and Jules knew he couldn’t get enough of her. The way her pussy clenched around him, the way she moaned his name—it was intoxicating.

“Merde, you’re creaming all over me, bébé,” Jules groaned, his hand coming down to slap her ass lightly, watching the jiggle as she moaned. “Look at you, taking this dick so well.”

The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, their moans and groans a mix of pleasure and lust. Jules felt himself losing control, his thrusts becoming erratic as the pressure built inside him. The sight of her, the way she melted beneath his touch, only made him want her more.

He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear once more as he whispered, “You’re mine, ma belle, and I’m never letting you go.”

Jules thrust harder, deeper, his mind clouded by the sensation of her pussy wrapped so tightly around him. Ayo’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as she neared her own release. He couldn’t stop the primal growl that escaped him as he pushed them both closer to the edge. Ayo’s body tensed, and with one last thrust, they both shattered together, their moans echoing through the room.

He remained inside her for a moment longer, savoring the warmth of her body before he slowly pulled out and discarded the condom. He collapsed beside her, pulling Ayo close against his chest, their legs intertwining. For a few moments, neither of them spoke. The room was filled only with the sounds of their heavy breathing and the quiet hum of the night outside. Ayo rested her head on Jules’ chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat as it began to slow. His arm wrapped around her, holding her securely in place, as if he didn’t want to let her go.

Jules tilted his head down to look at her, a small, satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He ran his fingers gently along the curve of her back, enjoying the softness of her skin. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low and slightly teasing.

Ayo sighed contentedly, her body still humming from the intensity of their connection. “More than okay,” she mumbled, her lips brushing his skin. “I think you ruined me for anyone else, though.”

Jules chuckled softly, his chest rumbling beneath her. “Good,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “That was the plan.”

Ayo lifted her head to meet his gaze, raising an eyebrow at him. “Oh, was it now?” she teased, her voice playful.

Jules shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Yeah, I can’t have you thinking about anyone else when I’m right here,” he replied smoothly, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her lower back.

Ayo smirked, propping herself up on one elbow so she could look down at him properly. “I think you’ve made your point,” she said, her tone light, though there was an underlying sincerity in her words.

“That’s what I want to hear,” Jules smiled brightly then connected their lips. Ayo sighed into the kiss, moaning slightly when she felt Jules’ tongue slither inside, battling dominance with hers. His hands slid from her back to her ass, kneading the flesh gently until pulled her to fully straddle on top of him.

“Round two already?” Ayo murmured against his lips, teasing him shamelessly. Yet, inwardly, she heavily enjoyed his stamina.

“Of course, bébé. Can’t leave you unsatisfied.”

The next morning, soft rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Jules stirred slightly, his arm draped over Ayo’s waist as he shifted closer to her, instinctively seeking her warmth. Ayo blinked her eyes open, her body immediately reminding her of the intensity from the night before. Her thighs ached, a dull soreness settling into her muscles, and she let out a quiet groan as she tried to stretch.

Carefully slipping out from under Jules’s arm, she gingerly sat up, wincing as she moved. As soon as her feet hit the cold floor, she tiptoed toward the bathroom, hoping not to wake him. But just as she reached the door, she heard Jules’s groggy voice behind her.

“Where are you going?” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

Ayo glanced over her shoulder, seeing him still half-buried in the blankets, his durag askew on his head and his eyes barely open. “Just going to the bathroom,” she whispered back, her voice soft.

Jules hummed in response, already drifting back toward sleep. “Hurry back,” he muttered, his hand lazily patting the space beside him, making Ayo smile.

She quickly did her business in the bathroom, taking a moment to splash some water on her face and run her fingers through her hair. When she returned, Jules had rolled onto his back, one arm stretched across the pillow where she’d been. His eyes opened a little more when he heard her approach.

Without missing a beat, he smirked. “You can’t leave me like that, chérie.”

Ayo raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“Like this,” Jules replied, his hand gesturing toward his lap, where the sheets were tented slightly. He grinned, his expression still drowsy but playful. “One more round before breakfast, maybe?”

Ayo laughed softly, though her body ached in protest. But the way Jules looked at her, his lips quirking in that mischievous, irresistible way… she knew she wasn’t going to deny him—or herself.

“Fine,” she said, walking back to the bed and crawling on top of him, her knees straddling his hips. Jules’s hands immediately found her waist, sliding up her thighs. “But we’re gonna be late.”

“We’ll make time,” he murmured before pulling her down for a kiss.

An hour later, they were both showered and dressed, though Ayo moved a little slower than usual, still feeling the soreness in her legs. She wore a simple, chic outfit—jeans and a black blouse—while Jules was in another casual yet stylish ensemble: a white T-shirt, linen pants, and his Adidas Sambas. They headed downstairs, the smell of fresh coffee and breakfast guiding them toward the hotel’s dining area.

AK, Wilhelm, and Nicholas were already seated at a table near the window, laughing about something as they dug into their plates of food.

“Ah, enfin!” (Ah, finally!) Nicholas exclaimed when he saw them approaching. “We were beginning to think you two got lost.”

Jules shot him a knowing smirk, pulling out a chair for Ayo before sitting down himself. “Not lost. Just… delayed.”

Wilhelm raised an eyebrow, grinning as he passed them both a menu. “Delayed, huh? I wonder what could’ve caused that,” he teased, his tone playful.

Ayo rolled her eyes, though a small smile tugged at her lips as she poured herself a glass of juice. Jules leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head. “Mind your business, Wilhelm.”

AK laughed, shaking his head. “It’s too early for all of this, man.”

As they all started to eat, the conversation flowed easily, the group teasing each other about their adventures the day before and their plans for the rest of the trip. Ayo glanced at Jules now and then, catching his eyes with a smile. Despite the teasing and the soreness in her body, there was something comfortable about being with him, surrounded by his friends, like they’d settled into an easy rhythm.

Nicholas leaned over toward Jules halfway through breakfast, lowering his voice slightly. “Donc, à propos d'Ayo (So, about Ayo),” he said, his tone curious. “Tu es sérieux au sujet de l'enfermer, mec? (You serious about locking her down, man?)”

Jules didn’t even hesitate. He glanced over at Ayo, who was chatting with Wilhelm about some sightseeing plans, before turning back to Nicholas. “Elle est à moi (She’s mine),” he said simply, a possessive edge to his voice that didn’t go unnoticed.

After breakfast, the group piled into their chauffeured van and headed to the girls' hotel. As they waited in the lobby, Jules stood close to Ayo, his hand resting lightly on her lower back. The casual intimacy of the gesture wasn't lost on their friends, who exchanged knowing glances and poorly hidden smirks.

"You two look cozy," Symone teased, raising an eyebrow at Ayo.

Ayo rolled her eyes but didn't move away from Jules. "Shouldn't we get going? We've got a packed day ahead."

The day's itinerary began with a visit to the Kyoto Aquarium. As they wandered through the exhibits, Jules and Ayo often found themselves hand in hand, their fingers intertwined as they marveled at the colorful marine life.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Jules murmured, squeezing Ayo's hand as they watched a graceful manta ray glide by.

Ayo nodded, leaning into him slightly. "It's like another world down there."

They paused in front of a large tank filled with vibrant tropical fish, their iridescent scales catching the light. Jules wrapped his arm around Ayo's waist, pulling her closer.

"You know," he said softly, "I never expected this trip to turn out like this."

Ayo turned to look at him, curiosity in her eyes. "Like what?"

Jules smiled, his gaze warm. "Like finding someone special."

A warmth crept up Ayo's cheeks, but before she could respond, Gigi called out from across the room.

"Ooh! Come check out these jellyfish!"

As they approached the jellyfish exhibit, Ayo's eyes widened in wonder. The translucent creatures pulsed rhythmically in their tanks, their bioluminescence creating an ethereal glow.

"They're so beautiful," Ayo breathed, pressing closer to the glass.

Jules watched her, captivated by the way the blue light played across her features. "Not as beautiful as you," he murmured, wrapping an arm around her waist.

After exploring the rest of the aquarium, Jules insisted on stopping by the gift shop. Despite Ayo's protests, he purchased a small, plush jellyfish for her.

"Something to remember this by," he said with a wink, handing her the soft toy.

At the Samurai Museum, while Jules was engrossed in a display of ancient katanas, Nikki and Gigi pulled Ayo aside.

"So, what's the plan once this vacation's over?" Nikki asked, her tone casual but her eyes intense.

Ayo shrugged, glancing over at Jules. "We haven't really talked about it yet."

"But you want to, right?" Gigi pressed. "I mean, the way he looks at you..."

Ayo bit her lip, remembering Jules' words during their intimate moments. "He did say I was his," she admitted softly.

Nikki and Gigi exchanged triumphant looks. "Girl, there's your answer!" Nikki exclaimed.

But Ayo wasn't entirely convinced. "I don't know. It's one thing to say that while you’re fucking each other, but real life is different."

Nikki shook her head. “Listen, guys like Jules don’t just say things for the sake of it. You’ve seen how he treats you, right?”

Ayo sighed, her fingers absentmindedly brushing over the plush jellyfish hanging from her bag. “I guess,” she muttered, still uncertain. “But we’ve been in this vacation bubble. I just don’t want to get my hopes up and then…”

“And then what?” Gigi interrupted. “You’re overthinking it. He’s crazy about you. Everyone can see it.”

Ayo glanced over at Jules again, who was deeply immersed in conversation with one of the museum staff about the craftsmanship of the katanas. His brow furrowed in concentration, that same intensity she liked about him. It made her heart skip, but her thoughts still felt muddled.

“I just…” Ayo started, but her words trailed off. How could she explain the mix of excitement and fear bubbling inside her? She wanted to believe in whatever this was between them, but the uncertainty of what came next lingered.

“Look,” Nikki said, lowering her voice and placing a hand on Ayo’s arm, “you’re scared because it feels real, right? That’s normal. But don’t shut it down before it even starts.”

Ayo sighed again, but nodded slowly. Nikki’s words hit closer to the truth than she wanted to admit. Jules was different. He made her feel different, more grounded yet utterly swept away at the same time.

Just then, Jules glanced over at them, catching her eye with a warm smile. He gestured for her to join him, excitement practically radiating off of him as he pointed at a display of traditional armor.

“Come look at this,” Jules called, his enthusiasm contagious.

Ayo smiled, giving Nikki and Gigi a grateful look before walking over to him. As soon as she was beside him, Jules slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her close as he explained the intricate details of the armor.

She leaned into him, letting the weight of her earlier thoughts fade away for now. Being with Jules like this, exploring the world and sharing new experiences, felt right. Maybe Nikki was right. Maybe she was overthinking it.

___________________________________________

That evening, they arrived at the traditional teahouse for dinner with a maiko and geisha, the air humming with a serene sense of history. As they entered, they were greeted by the soft melody of a shamisen playing in the background. The wooden floors creaked gently underfoot, and the scent of incense filled the room. Jules and Ayo exchanged glances, excitement and curiosity dancing in their eyes.

The maiko, a young apprentice geisha in a vibrant kimono, gracefully welcomed them, followed by a geisha, her elegance and poise evident in every movement. They led the group to a tatami-matted room where the tea ceremony would begin.

Ayo’s eyes widened as she took in the delicate tea implements—bamboo whisks, ceramic bowls, and a simple but beautifully arranged tea caddy. The maiko began the ceremony, each movement slow and deliberate, almost meditative.

“Watch how she prepares the tea,” Symone whispered to Gigi, who nodded in awe.

The room was silent except for the sound of the tea being whisked, the bamboo creating a rhythmic, calming sound. When the maiko handed the first bowl of matcha to Jules, he accepted it with a slight bow, mimicking the respectful motions he had observed.

“This is fascinating,” Jules whispered to Ayo as he brought the bowl to his lips and took a slow sip of the frothy green tea.

Ayo nodded, her gaze fixed on the fluidity of the maiko’s movements as she prepared the next bowl for the group. There was a deep appreciation in the air for the tradition they were witnessing, everyone feeling the reverence of the ceremony.

After the tea ceremony, they moved to a low table for dinner. Platters of fresh sashimi, tempura, and delicate grilled fish were presented to them, each dish a work of art. As they settled into the meal, the conversation began to flow easily.

"Alright," Symone declared, raising her sake cup, "favorite part of Kyoto. Go!"

"The deer in Nara," Wilhelm chimed in. "Never thought I'd bow to an animal and have it bow back!"

Laughter rippled through the group at the memory.

"For me, it's gotta be the sushi-making class," Nikki added. "Even if some of us were better at eating it than making it." She shot a teasing glance at Jules.

Jules held up his hands in mock surrender. "Hey, I never claimed to be a chef."

"What about you, Ayo?" Gigi asked, a knowing glint in her eye.

Ayo turned to Jules, catching his eye. “I think my favorite part was the aquarium,” she said, her voice thoughtful. “The jellyfish exhibit was stunning.”

Jules smiled, his hand finding hers under the table. “That was special,” he agreed, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

The geisha, who had been listening quietly, smiled softly at their banter before picking up her shamisen again and beginning a soft, lilting tune that filled the room.

“Your turn, Symone,” AK said.

Symone grinned, taking a sip of her sake before answering. “Honestly, I loved Kyoto as a whole. This city has such a peaceful energy. But I’m also really excited for Osaka tomorrow. We’ve still got five days left, guys. Let’s make it count!”

As they raised their cups in a toast, there was a bittersweet undercurrent to their excitement. The end of their trip was approaching, but they were determined to make every moment count.

“I’m going to miss this,” Wilhelm added, his voice a little softer than usual. “These moments… it’s been incredible.”

“That just gives us the chance to plan another trip,” Jules said with a confidence that made Ayo smile.

“Ooh together?” Symone goaded, causing everyone to chuckle.

Jules shrugged. “Maybe, you guys can visit us next time in Paris.”

“I love Paris!” Gigi piped with a wide smile. “Did Ayo tell you that’s her favorite city?”

“It is?” Jules said, arching an eyebrow in jest. “You didn’t mention that to me.”

Ayo gave him a sly grin. “Hmm, maybe I was distracted?”

Shaking his head, Jules let out a small chuckle. “A little bit.”

“Yeah…” Ayo said, nudging his shoulder lightly, “but it’s my second favorite city, after Venice of course.”

“Shit, we can go to Venice too,” Nicholas added and everyone laughed. “But for real though, it’s been fun hanging out with you girls. Truly appreciate meeting you all.”

“Aw, us too, Nic,” Nikki said, placing a had to her heart. “We definitely gotta plan another trip if that’s the case.”

“Girl, let’s get our money up again before we even think about another trip,” Gigi said with a mock eye roll. “This trip is expensive as well.”

“So no plans for Dubai in a few months?” added AK.

“Nigga, are you gonna pay for my flight?” Gigi asked with a surprised blink. “Not all of us got Dubai money.”

“You know I pay for you, girl,” responded AK with a flirtatious wink, causing Gigi to blow him a kiss.

“Alright, so Dubai next?” said Nicholas, making everyone laugh once more, but his expression remained stoic. “I’m serious though.”

“Well see,” was Ayo’s cryptic reply, glancing up at Jules.

accordingtoayo - Kyoto, Japan

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TO BE CONTINUED…..

[mauvecherie-writes]

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐨𝐟 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 😈

𝘋𝘐𝘚𝘊𝘓𝘈𝘐𝘔𝘌𝘙 !! : 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 - 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵. 𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘨𝘦. 𝘐’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 🤭.

INTERACT OR ASK TO BE TAGGED - even if you are a permanent reader, this collection will have its own reading list.

𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓:

01: Lewis

02: Jules

03: Armando

04: Terry

05: Jacob

06: Jules

07: Terry

[saleeba]

heat ; ronald araújo & jules koundé

summary ♡ upon hearing a request of yours, your boyfriend is quick to make the wish come true.

pairing ♡ ronald araújo x fem!reader x jules koundé / ronald araújo x fem!reader, jules koundé x fem!reader

content ♡ 18+, smut, reader is in an established relationship with araújo, threesome, p in v, blowjob, double penetration (is that the phrase…? both ends are involved is what i’m trying to say 😭), protected sex (we stan responsibility!), mentions of alcohol consumption, y/n calls the shots around here but also sub!reader / dom!footballers, teeny belly bulging, open relationship vibes ??, no aftercare sowwyyy

a/n ♡ merry euros final day, ya filthy animals !! :D this was requested by a lovely anon who’s been waiting for my slow ass to upload so i hope they enjoy it !! 🥰💙 i haven’t written in quite a while so pls excuse me if this is rusty and stiff… kept it quite short to get me back into the swing of things <33

fumes of filthy musk and heady leather, countless articles of clothing strewn about the place, the temperature unnatural for the amount of work the air conditioning was doing; that was the state of the hotel room where you had ended up with your boyfriend and, what can only be called, your newly-appointed lover. a night of stolen glances and sly touches led the three of you here, scheming whispers from your dark-painted lips into your boyfriend’s burning ears—hot from the pounding music and the ghosting softness of your mouth—spilling the desires that you’d tried so hard to keep to yourself for months on end now. at first, ronald believed it was the talk of the tequila causing you to say all this, for you to be so forward and shameless in what you’d let him and his teammate do to you could be nothing else but liquid courage, but a look into your eyes told a different story. they were clear and determined, not at all teary and pinkish around the edges like ronald had become accustomed to when you would go overboard with the alcohol. no, not like that at all. 

your boyfriend would be a fool to even act surprised at your feelings towards his french friend. compliments to, and away from, jules’ face got bolder and bolder as you spent more time with the team’s defender, and ronald didn’t miss the way your fingers would always find some way to land themselves on jules’ bicep. you made no effort to hide the way you enjoyed the bulging muscle under your tight grasp in front of either man and your man certainly made no effort to stop your actions, the heat under his collar and tightness of his trousers confirming his true feelings.

at the end-of-season party, you told your boyfriend of your master plan — how you intended your night to end with the company of two men in your bed, pulses set alit by previous activities and the question of how far the three of you could take this new relation a quietly thumping matter in the backdrop of it all. you would have ronald claim to be exhausted from the night’s shenanigans, fall prey to the jeers and jabs from the younger boys over how he can’t handle this much excitement and slip away to the hotel room the two of you had booked just in case. ronald doesn’t forget to take a swig of, what’s to him, liquid audacity to set him up for the night. from there, you’d stay, under the pretence that you wanted to hang with the girls a bit more, and work the same charm on the french boy, hushed promises of what the night could look like for him if he gave in to his yearnings spilling from your lips. tall tales from jules that he had to be home early in order to be on the first flight back to france to see friends the next morning plus a perfectly acted-out scene from you asking him to drop you off helped seal your exits, scrambling into jules’ car where you sit in the back seat, fearful of what accident you may cause if you were any closer to him.

the same rushed manner can’t help but be continued out of the car, into the hotel lift and past the door to your shared room, lips pressed hungrily against each other in such a blur that you had no recollection of where or when the two of you had begun to do so. urgent kisses turned to needy tugs of jules’ shirt and your black minidress as the commotion of your heels and jules’ heavy feet caused your boyfriend to appear from the ensuite.

“not starting without me, are you?”

*** 

you had no idea when the hour turned from eleven to three but there was no way you were ready to bid the night adieu. not when the pressing of the two cocks in front of and behind you electrified the very veins under your skin, the prickling anticipation nearly leaving you quivering on your hands and knees, despite having gone multiple rounds since the three of you bundled in on that bed.

“tired yet, baby?” in front of you, your boyfriend’s voice came hoarse but assured; a little taunt to it to test your daring. you shook your head in a determined fashion but the rapidness of it came across as the tiniest bit desperate, both men laughing in response at how far you could go without faltering.

behind you stood the object of your desires for the night, skin sweat-drenched and glowing under the warm lighting of the hotel room, chest still slightly heaving from all the action prior to this tiny break — if that was what you could call the intermission in which your boyfriend and his friend manhandled you into this position, ready for the taking by the both of them. 

a sudden small chorus of huffs started behind you, your ears pricking up as you diverted your eyes to where ronald towered above you, grinning ever so slightly at the scene behind you and directly in front of him. you didn’t need to look back to see what was going on, it was that obvious. jules, in perhaps an act of impatience or sheer lust from the sight of you below him, had a wrist wrapped around his hardened length, the push and pull of it up and down giving centre stage to the squelching noises left over from when he had his digits enveloped inside the wetness of you – when he was only allowed his digits inside of you. the sound of your juices on his cock and his small moans had you clenching around air, an involuntary–no, reflexive–wiggle of your ass letting the men know how you felt about it.

a comment from ronald telling jules that they’d better get on with it had you both wanting to scream ‘just do it already!’ and licking your swollen lips in anticipatory delight. no other words were exchanged before you felt the push of jules’ cock past your sopping folds, a guttural sound bubbling from your lungs at this new angle, one that felt infinitely deeper as he slid in, seeming so endless in length. the arching of your back mimicked the depth of his cock rocking in and out of you, a near-perfect u-shape for jules to run his hands over.

“good girl.” your boyfriend praised, a gentle rubbing of your cheek to complement. “so good for us, isn’t she, jules?”

your french lover failed to respond in any other way than groaning incoherently, the tightness of your pussy around him restricting his words all the same, trying to concentrate on setting a pace that allowed for your enjoyment and relied on him not getting too excited.

his uruguayan counterpart decided to step in, a tap of his dick on the same cheek he was so romantically caressing to signal ‘open.’ you obliged with the same energy; no words, just a loll of your tongue past your lips as an invitation for ronald to sink himself into your mouth and soothe the throbbing that was getting thunderous with yourself as aid.

to say you felt full was an understatement. it was in the bulge of your throat and your lower belly, the pressure from both ends so delicious it had you leaking with arousal around jules who had finally found a pace that suited all three of you, pounding relentlessly in and out of your wetness, grip on your hips only tightening with every movement so as not to slip out of you — especially with how rough your boyfriend was being tonight.

it wasn’t a rare sight for ronald to be this… hungry but you could tell it was something about the circumstances of tonight, the fact that he got to share you with someone else fueled his fire and led to his hips pistoning against the skin of your chin and nose, his cock gliding easily down the column of your throat due to how much you were salivating around it. once he relented in his rapidness, you took your time to give special attention to where he liked it the most; right at the tip, where it was red and agitated. you smoothed it over with your tongue, the drenched muscle working like a hypnotic thing, pulling wanton moans from your uruguayan lover, his head thrown back from the red-hot pleasure.

you loved this feeling of being stuffed, of having your every sense attacked and stimulated, and you were getting oh-so-close to cumming over jules’ cock, your voice getting slightly higher-pitched around ronald’s length to warn him of your impending climax. jules noticed it first, the way your pussy clenched around him like a firm fist being a dead giveaway and he took the chance to slither an arm around to your front, finger and thumb coming in to rub at your clit. the shocks you felt from it nearly had you shrieking.

a cacophony of moans,‘come on, baby, that’s it’s in a uruguayan accent, and groans rang in your ears before you saw stars — burning white and nearly blinding you. your orgasm hit you so head-on that there was no time to warn either of them, a lewd scream and snappy clenching of your walls pulling you all to the other side. jules managed to empty himself in the condom, still snug inside your warmth; ronald pumping his milky release just above the valley of your breasts. the feeling is filthy and you can’t help but giggle.

minimal words were exchanged whilst jules slipped out of you, purposefully but reluctantly all the same, and ronald laid you down on the bed, still a little giggly from the euphoric high of your orgasm. there was nothing but the warmth of both boys and the tangle of twelve limbs that could tame you to sleep now.

[eu-nicola]

what would it be like to date jules kondé 🍀

Jules Koundé x Reader

sorry english isn’t my first language

Your crush on Jules Koundé was not a secret, everyone knew it so when they started dating no one was surprised

He was a good boyfriend from the beginning

He would always make sure you were comfortable

He liked that you were at each of the Barça games even if he didn’t play

He had the fixed idea that you brought luck to the club

He loved to see you every morning when you woke up

But he hated to see you sad

It bothered him how you always wanted to be right but after a while you both got better

When he met you he knew from the first moment that he wanted to have you

And the first time you saw him you also wanted the same

Both wasted no time and started to get to know each other

Soon you and him were together and happy

Both got to know each other more and more and both really get along

You and him were opposites that attracted

You were his in a good way

He was yours

And both intended to continue like this

[footballerimaginess]

If you vote other, please comment who you want it to be. Not sure when this fic is coming out yet

[mauvecherie-writes]

tell me what you want: j.koundé

pairing: jules koundé x black!fem reader.

warning: 18+ heavy touching and kissing, suggestive language, no distinctive descriptors for reader but they are BLACK.

summary: your birthday is quickly approaching and jules just wants you to tell him what you want.

w.c: 717.

notes: i saw this tiktok and i thought it was the cutest thing ever and i thought why not make it into a scenario with one of my fav footie boys. so this is something short and sweet to get those juices flowing! much love! This is not edited.

tags: @queenshikongo3 @hopefulromantic1 @dhlfastestlap @saintslewis @hersinsarescarlet @felicity-x0 @serpenttines-library [ask to be tagged for jules]

Driving through the streets of your hometown has never felt so good.

The sun high in the sky, a soft breeze in the air coming through your open windows as your boyfriend drove.

Nothing was better than this.

“Bébé.” The French twang in his raspy voice had your thighs clenching. From the moment you met, his voice was your weakness and that will forever be the same.

“Yes baby.” You say as you turn to look at him. His hair in its usual thick twists, moustache and goatee trimmed perfectly. The sun hitting his skin, making it look perfectly golden. Your boyfriend was beautiful and you appreciated that beauty with every glance.

“Tell me what you want for your birthday.” He asked with a slight smirk playing on his lips. Those perfect lips, soft and plump lightly moving as he chewed on his gum.

But the question had your eyes widening a bit. You’ve only been together for a few years and with each passing birthday, that question always seems to bewilder you. The type of person that you are was one to never ask for anything, most of the time Jules would have to ask your closest friends or sneak into your online shopping baskets to gift you something worth while.

This time, he wasn’t going to a take a simple “I don’t know” from you.

“What?”

“C’mon. Tell me what you want for your birthday.” The smirk was still on his face as he quickly turned his head to look at you.

You could feel your cheeks warming from the way that he was staring at you.

“What’s my budget?” You jokingly quirked.

“Unlimited. Now, tell me.”

“What if I said I wanted a house?”

“Then I’d get you a house.” His matter-of-factly tone caused to giggle.

“You’re actually serious about this?” You asked as the car came to a slow stop.

“Just rub on my thigh, like the magic genie, I’ll grant you anything mon cœur.” You giggled as you leaned across the console and with one hand on the inner of his thigh and the other to pull his face towards yours by his chin.

He licked his lips as he quickly glanced down at yours before meeting your eyes.

“Since you want to know so much let me tell you.”

“Mhm, tell me bébé.” He nodded with his head still in your palm. You leaned forwards and traced your lips with his.

“I want you.” You whispered before placing a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“Mhm.”

“With me.” Another kiss on the other side of his mouth.

“Just the two of us on a yacht.” You pick his bottom lip which causes him to groan. “With all my favourite things.”

“Which are?”

“I’ll send you the list.”

“And then what will we do on this yacht?”

“And then you fuck me until I can’t breathe and walk.” You breathed those last words into his mouth before he groaned once more and took a hold of the back of your neck and pulled you close.

“Genie grants your wish.” He murmured before you watched his eyes go dark. You let go of his chin the minute his other hand comes to the front of your neck.

You whimpered softly as he kissed you slowly and deep. He swallowed every sound that you made as he pressed his lips harder into yours. Shifting out of your seat, you had to restrain yourself as you could feel your body wanting to lunge into his lap. Losing yourself, your hands cupped his dick through his shorts and began to rub.

Jules slid his fingers through your braids and pulled at the roots. He pulled your head away causing you to gasp. He was always in command and you loved it that way. Jules trailed his lips down the valley of your neck until he reached the hemline of your dress.

“Let’s get this food so we can go back to your place and we can start practising what I’ll do to you on boat.” He whispered into your skin as his teeth softly grazed your skin.

You squealed as your thighs squeezed together. “Are you gonna give me anything that I want?”

“As long as you tell me what you want mon cœur.”

[cinnaleaf]

i think it’s time i add a jules kounde x black reader fic to my masterlist 🙂‍↕️

[anaitm0]

requesting rules

as of right now request are open

i write for:

ruben dias

trent alexander arnold

jules kounde

i write longer fics and blurbs which can include either fluff or angst.

please be patient if requesting, as i am a busy person and writing can take time

things i will NOT write:

anything containing abuse

anything to do with pregnancy/children

non consensual situations

weird kinks

anything i might feel uncomfortable with

smut

[mauvecherie-writes]

GORRRRLLLLL 😭😭😭 I HAD TO SIT DOWN JUST TO READ THIS 🤭🤭🤭

Short, nice and sweet with the perfect balance of tantalising! Just what I love to see

say it

pairing: jules kounde x black fem oc (she). warning: 18+ minors dni. summary: he asks her to say it, she gives an answer. author's note: inspired by @mauvecherie-writes + @emjayewrites who often mention how jules folds when his girl speaks French. tags: @mauvecherie-writes @emjayewrites @neewrites @saintslewis @boujiestpoet @vile-harlot @greedyjudge2 @cocobutterqwueen

“Say it,” he grunted in her neck. His teeth grazed her slick skin and captured it with a fierceness that made her yelp. 

She whimpered in response. Her words left her like a thief in the night. Her tongue betrayed her. There was nothing she felt she could say.  The sentiment she fought to say was stuck in her throat, lodged between a moan and a cry for release. So good. 

“Come on, chérie. Let me hear you…” His calloused hand cupped the back of her knee, pushing her leg closer to her head. The new angle pulled a delirious sound from her inner being. A deep moan and rugged groan that he deciphered with ease.  So deep. 

“Je suis…” I am. His insides stirred. She stammered over her words, continually cutting herself off. As a result, his movements slowed, and her eyes popped open. 

“Keep going. Say it.” 

Her tongue darted out to dampen her cracked lips. Once again, she said started, “Je suis…” Damn it. “Je suis à toi.” I’m yours. Oh, how he loved to hear her say it, no matter what language it came out in. He resumed his pace and smiled against the shell of her ear, singing his praises as his fingers slithered between their bodies to caress the pearl between the apex of her thighs. She squeaked out a cry. He welcomed it like a sweet melody. 

“Good girl.”