#jules kounde smut

[mauvecherie-writes]

FREAKTOBER 02 | jules koundé.

Rating: 18+ NSFW mature.

🎀 FREAKTOBER MASTERLIST 🎀

Jules was a man of routine.

Every morning, he woke up, went for a run, came back to his home gym and did his daily session before truly beginning his day.

However, when you were around - all of that was thrown out of the window. You typically spent your morning lounging waiting for him to come home after his meetings.

This time around, you were sleeping on your back. Completely nude with your hair perfectly secured in a pink, silk bonnet. He had made love to you the previous night but waking up to your voluptuous body in his arms had made him hard.

Jules laid kisses on your shoulder as his hand caressed your curves. He rose to his knees beside you and took in your form. He marvelled at the crease between your thighs glistening with your arousal mixed with the remnants of the night before. Dark red at your centre, inviting him, calling to him. His dick twitched as he knelt at the bottom of your feet and his hands pushed your legs apart, your legs parting, opening to reveal your womanhood in all its glory.

Jules inhaled.

Oh, your aroma was as heady and intoxicating as ever. Your valley glistened and shone as it looked to welcome him, making his mouth water for a taste.

You stirred awake at his touch. Once your eyes opened and you peered down at him in between your legs. You smiled as you greeted him.

“It’s barely 7 in the morning and you’re already craving for a taste.�� You giggled.

“I’m always craving you, mon amour.” Jules whispered into your skin as he widened your pussy with his fingers, easing your labia apart and touching your opening gently with his tongue. You gasped, twitching as your desire overcame your ability to maintain composure through your daze sleep. His tongue ramped up your arousal, the pressure in the pit of your stomach was building up already.

It had been too long since you last saw him and your body was begging for him.

Jules ran the tip of his tongue along your slit before dipping it into your entrance and then pulling it back out to press at your mound of pleasure. As he sucked on your bud, your head tipped back and your mouth fell open in a silent scream of absolute pleasure.

Your fingers scrunched into the softness of the blankets beneath you and your body tensed. Jules slithered his tongue up, down and repeat. This time, the smooth side of his tongue lapped at your clit before he brought the tip of his tongue dipping past your entrance, tasting your nectar and honey. So sweet, so salty, as if you were the best caramel in existence.

“Oh my god! Baby!” You whined as you pushed your hips into his face. Jules growled against your cunt as he held your cheeks apart as he devoured you.

Jules continued paying attention on your nub and sucked it within his mouth as two fingers probed your opening and pushed beyond that into the heat of your cunt. It did not take long for him to feel for your G-spot his fingers encountered the bumps and ripples of your walls.

“Baby, please let me cum. Please, baby.” Your mouth opened as your moans rang out. You fucked his fingers and rubbed your clit on his tongue until the waves of pleasure washed through you.

“Oh my gaaa—.” You cried as you erupted all over his mouth, chin and fingers. Jules hummed as he held onto you as your body shook. You stayed in that position for a moment before Jules laid beside you.

You rolled to face him and threw a leg over his waist to straddle him. You leaned down, placing the softest kiss on his lips as you grasped his dick into your warm palm. Jules groaned into your mouth as you rubbed his tip against your opening.

“Asseyez-vous dessus.” [sit on it] Jules whispered against your lips which caused you to smirk. “Don’t play with me right now, sweetheart.”

You didn’t waste any more time. You guided him into you and then sank down. You took him inch by inch until he completely disappeared within your core. Both of your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he nudged at all of your spots. You pressed your hands into your chest to stabilise yourself.

“I’ll never get used to that.” Jules breathlessly said which caused you to smile.

“I’m one of a kind, baby.” You winked at him.

You rocked back a little, the shaft of his dick appearing between the folds of your sex and then you rolled forward until his dick was hidden once more.

The base of his dick pressing against the depths of your cunt, the trickle of your pleasure holding his thrall. You moved again, rocking back, then rolling forward, faster and faster until your walls were squeezing him as you moved.

Nothing compared to you. After being together for so long - the joys of being inside of you did not compare to anyone in his past. You were the one for him. Rejuvenating his lust for you over and over again with roll of your hips.

“I’m not going to last mon amour. Fuck, you feel so good around me.” Jules moaned as his fingers dug into the sides of your hips as you rutted against him.

You could feel the pressure mounting within you as you rocked faster and faster. You fell into his chest as you slammed down onto him as he thrusted up into you. With his feet planted on the bed, he held you as you worked towards your release. Your fingers grasped the bottom of his jaw and pulled him for a kiss.

“Cum in this pussy baby. It’s yours.” You mumbled into his jawline before placing a kiss against it. Jules wrapped his arms around your waist as you clamped down on him.

One

Two

Three

He erupted inside of you which caused you clamp down even harder as you reached climax, together with him. All of her limbs collapsed and Jules held her until her body stopped trembling.

“Good morning.” He whispered as he placed kisses along her cheek which caused you to giggle as sleep began to wash over you once more.

“Good morning.”

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[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.

[didishawn]

Jules with an inexperienced girl and an innocence kink being so vocal about it im begging 🤭

Purity ring (Jules Koundé x Reader) smut

Warnings: smut, Jules teaches you how to feel real good, mentions of purity ring

Masterlist

From the first time he saw you, Jules had the inmense need to ruin you, wanting to keep that pretty ring adorning your finger for himself.

You were perfect for him, of that was sure in your first conversation, he had to have you for himself, and instead of being offended when you turned down going back to his place as any other man would be, it made him want you even more as he saw your rosy cheeks as you explained it was not that you didn't want to, it's just that you were a virgin who wanted her first time to be perfect.

From that very same day, Jules started courting you, and not only because he wanted to fuck you -but honestly he was dying to fuck you, but also because you were probably the most interesting girl he has ever met.

It took months to go further than the making out stage, you would always end up blushing and pulling away when his hands rested on your waist and you felt yourself grinding into him while sitting on his lap.

First you wanted to learn how to get him off, he found it so cute how you would whine about your arm getting tired while stroking him up and down, your little hand couldn't even wrap fully around him, ring shiny around your finger, representing purity when your actions were the complete opposite. When he painted his stomach white, you looked so adorable with flushed cheeks when you asked if you could taste it, moaning when he entered two fingers into your mouth and had your tongue wrapping around them.

You then ask him to teach you how to suck his cock and he almost had a stroke at how cute you looked while doing so, kitten licks to his tip as you milked him, you couldn't fit all of him and multiple times you entered coughing fits at the feeling of him hitting the back of your throat, he had never cummed so hard.

"So fucking cute, my little cock sucker, had no idea how to do it yet had me in heaven" he groaned after his orgasm, breathing heavily, eyes shiny when he saw you swallow his cum, the taste so delicious to you, it had you obsessed.

He couldn't believe it the day he got home early to find you grinding against his pillow, tears in your eyes as you begged him to help you with the tingle in your pussy, you couldn't cum, only he could help your frustrated self.

He took the pillow away from you and his big hands were on you, pushing you so your back was against the bed, opening your legs and getting in between them.

His lips wrapped around your clit, fingers inside you as you whined and squirmed, so sensitive, it made him want yo eat you whole at how adorable you looked.

"Jules, I feel like I am going to pee!" you had whined and he grinned in between your folds.

"Cum for me darling, let me make you feel so good, let go sweetheart, my pretty girl"

From then on, you were obsessed with his hands on you making you reach your extasis, every afternoon waiting for him, laying on your bed, legs open for him to dive into them.

The day he finally got to fuck you, was they day he could die a happy man.

Fully in control he had you grinding into him, moaning and whining trying to get his cocvk inside you, begging for him to help you relieve yourself.

He almost cummed when he felt your walls around him, so tight, milking him as he fucked into you, you looked so cute, taking him so good being your first time, his cock so big inside you.

He fucked you for multiple round that night, had you on all fours, riding him, legs over his shoulders, traditional missionary, standing uip in the shower, sideways, always rutting into you.

He loved how your little ring looked on a chain wrapped around your neck, ignoring the glaring your father directed towards him when he met the man for the first time, having robbed his daughter of all her innocence, having made you his little whore, for his cock only.

[sinflowersugar]

Is anyone taking Jules requests?

Here's an idea I got from scrolling on SheIn:

Barça vs. Getafe ended in a nil all tie today and Jules was upset they couldn't push to win, so the reader [a Jamaican missing carnival (it's today)] decided to cheer him and themself up by surprising him with some colourful lingerie. They have *fun* with it. 😏

[archivingbarca]

jkeey4

(ig story, 20/07/24)

[swayziiwriter]

Team gala | Jules Koundé

summary: you and Jules attend a France team gala together, in a night that was supposed to be of small talk Jules has other plans that don’t involve much talking.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

Fuck. That's the only word that could explain the state you were currently in. Bent over in front of Jules, your hands gripping the counter of the dining hall bathroom fo dear life.

You accompanied him too the France team dinner, expecting a night of dinner, dancing, and small talk. Jules had other plans.

He couldn't keep his hands to himself as dirty thoughts clouded his mind.

You're long black dress accumulated every one of your curves that he loved to touch so much. He had managed to restrain himself for the majority the night, until you had asked him if your tits were sitting right in the dress as you sat.

He lost it.

Bringing you to now, you dress had been fully unzipped taking placement on the floor as Jules's pants laid discarded beside it.

Leaving you in your undergarments, while he was only missing his dress pants and boxers. You didn't care about that given that you were bent over in front of him.

Jules ran his hands up your sides, before sliding your panties down your legs. He then removed him boxers wasting no time to slip on a condom that was hidden in your purse he positioned himself to be lining up with your dripping cunt.

Your folds were slick, inviting almost as the sight was enough for him to cum all over your ass right then and there. He slowly bottomed out into you, gasps leaving both your mouths as he brought his hands to grip your hips bringing your hips into his to match his deep, hard thrusts.

"Jules, oh my-f-f-fuck" you whimpered, trying to keep as quiet as possible not wanting anyone to suspect what you and your boyfriend were doing.

"Shh, you gotta be quiet for me baby. Don't want anyone else but me to see you like this." He replied making sure that every thrust he gave was deep than the last. "So good for me, my pretty girl" he praised.

You clenched around his cock, motioning for him to go faster. That he did. "JULES" you shrieked, crying out as he assaulted your core with merciless thrusts. He quickly brought a hand to your mouth, muffling your moans as he lowly groaned.

"I'm so close" you whispered, drunk on his cock as Jules shuffled behind you, positioning his legs to be straight before he pounded harder than before. Hitting your g-spot relentlessly it wasn't long until you came undone, moaning his name into his hand as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

Your knuckles beginning to turn white as your grip on the sink intensified with each thrust to your over stimulated pussy. Your body began to shudder as you felt Jules's thrust become sloppy.

"Let go for me baby, fill me up so good" you whispered, just enough for Jules to hear your request. He moaned, thrusting into you another time before spilling into the condom still inside of you, you felt a warm sensation as Jules muttered curse words lightly.

"Merde" he groaned, pulling out of you slowly Jules made sure to keep his grip on your tight. "We gotta get cleaned up baby" you said staring at him through the mirror. He smirked, walking to be wrapped around your body looking at you through the mirror.

"Mhm, and then when we get home-“ he grabbed your ass, squeezing it harshly. "I'm going to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk straight when i'm done."

"N'importe quoi pour to mon amour" you replied breathless.

[pepfectionary]

Yo who wrote that smut about jules kounde and the med student in japan?? i was reading it last night and fell asleep at the best part and didn't Like it apparently😭😭

there was a part where he gives her a bonnet while they're on the plane

[mauvecherie-writes]

the stars align: j.kounde | series

status: ongoing [coming soon 2025]

tropes and tags: 18+, strangers to lovers, he has a crush and she has no idea who he is, age-gap [nova is 5 years older than Jules], slow burn, rpf, smau + written chapters, lots of fluff [cheesy romance is my forte], eventual smut. chapters will have more specific tags/warnings.

faceclaim: nova katungo is portrayed by tatiana elizabeth

DISCLAIMER: this story is a piece of pure fiction. outside of the likeness to Jules Koundé and Tatiana Elizabeth’s physical appearances and certain aspects of their professional career and business - EVERYTHING HERE IS FAKE.

Everything in Nova’s life was going well.

A successful and thriving business, amazing friends and family.

Nova was happy with where her life was at and where it was leading to - there was nothing that she would change at all.

But she still felt like something was missing, and for the longest of time, she didn’t know what that was.

Who knew a one night stand with a rising star footballer would change her life and finally put in the missing puzzle piece into its rightful place …

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒:

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[saleeba]

comforting jules in these hard times :(( (with a bj ;))

summary ♡ what the request says! 

pairing ♡ jules koundé x gn!reader

content ♡ 18+, smut, blowjob, (untranslated) french terms of endearment, religious undertones for some reason, not proofread, hopefully quite lovey-dovey idek this was so rushed 😭

a/n ♡ hiiii my first little snippet!! these are generally going to be short ask-based fics that are one scene/one action + i hope to share more with u guys! :D tysmmm anon for this request i hope it lives up to ur expectations!!

the copious amount of condescending headlines about his football club was creating a frenzied commotion in the world of spanish sports media and jules found it difficult to dull the noise. add on top the emotional stress of his manager’s departure from the club and it was enough to make a boy like him break into a million pieces. 

yet you were like his superglue. you held him together with the mere thought of your presence in his mind and the nights spent tangled between the sheets and gasping promises of forever grounded jules to the best version of reality for him.

this night was no different, you trying your best to make it all about him (not that it was hard — you were practically devoted to the boy) after he came home close to tears, the burdensome weight of work troubles proving heavy on his shoulders. he was never one to let his professional life trespass into his personal one but you made it clear from day one that you were both a team and that yes, it may be “his problem”  but you were both going to jump over those hurdles hand-in-hand.

and the first approach in which you consoled him was with the help of your lips on his bare, sweaty skin, not sure if the subtle dampness was from a session in training or the way his skin always warmed up to the feeling of your mouth; the feeling of familiarity and of what just felt right. 

“please don't tease tonight, baby,” jules whispered in a tone close to begging, body writhing on the couch, his voice desperate for that same familiarity to save him from losing himself in the uncertainty that had tainted the past few days.

“not even thinking about it, jules,” you tongued at his abdomen on your way down to the waist of his shorts, fingers running inside the elastic band and skimming the part where he needed you the most. “wanna take good care of you tonight.”

a blissful sigh escaped from the parting of jules’ lips as you peeled the material off of him and cast it aside, the only thing left between you and his pure form being the pesky boxers that constrained his cock. not wanting to rush the events of the night, you go to mouth kisses on the imprint and the damn thing twitches, tip jerking ever so slightly as it leaks pre-cum onto the black cotton softness. 

“what was that about not even thinking about teasing, chérie?” he whined, hips raising in demand for you to do both of you a favour and free him from the restriction.

“i’m sorry, baby… can’t help myself, it looks so pretty like that,” you put on your best, prettiest pout and ran your fingertips down his length. “promise i’ll be good for you now.”

you finally granted him freedom and the way you quickly pulled down the set of underwear had the two of you so eager, your lips immediately came to wrap around half of his cock, the engulfing feeling sending jules’ mind into what he considered a premature frenzy. 

“s-slow down, baby,” he stuttered, hands gripping onto the sides of your head to pull you back to his tip where you suckled like a woman parched, unable to allow yourself to let him go completely. jules was addictive in every sense and the way his dick slid down your throat was even more so. you’d burned every part of him into your mind, making sure it was all unforgettable, all something you could never tire of.

“mm-hmm.” your response was muffled as you effectively ignored your boyfriend’s pleas, mouth taking more of him in, back and forth on repeat as the stiffness slid down your throat. it wasn’t an easy feat since the thickness of jules’ cock was siding on the extraordinary but your mouth was drenched, spit running down your chin and over the skin of your chest as the movement of your head over him became much more rapid.

jules was near to bursting, fingers gripping onto the leather of the sofa as he couldn't help but push his hips further towards you which only brought his dick further into your mouth, the weeping head barging at the opening of your throat. he wanted to grip your head in his hands – as leverage, as control, as a means to get as close to you as possible – but was scared to do so due of his iron-strong hold and the way your tongue traced that one vein on the underside of his dick, oh god, it was heaven—no, it was beyond that. you were his salvation, his saving grace, his angel come to earth; you were so, so good to him and he didn’t think he deserved you. but you were always there to shoot that idea down; it was always a collaboration with the two of you, you were always equals and you were always going to be. 

“i‘m gonna cum, mon ange,” your raven-haired lover whined, back arching as you continued your assault on his sensitive dick, lips reaching all the way to his pubic bone as his balls slapped against your chin with force, head motioning up and down, down and up, any which way to make jules flood your throat with that subtly-salty fluid. “oh my god, baby, please, please.” 

there was no way you were relenting now, the sounds coming from jules only giving you the motivation to bring your hands to his thighs and push your tongue out, his cock still in your mouth, aiming to caress it with the wet muscle and rip his orgasm from him in a matter of milliseconds. 

and that’s exactly what you achieved; a myriad of sweet moans from your boyfriend as he came down your throat, the mixture of clear spittle and milky-white cum threatening to spill out from your filled mouth but you drank it all up with his dick still between your lips, even managing to swallow as you moved back so that only the tip remained wrapped with the swollenness of them. 

“was that good?” you asked sincerely once you had pulled off of his softening length and stood up before pressing the most tender of kisses to his lips which parted in sheer satisfied exhaustion. 

“good? it was more than that, baby, fuck,” he let out a breathless laugh, grabbing your face to pull your mouth to his once again, the motion more hungry than before. “you make me forget about all that’s wrong, my love, thank you, thank you…” 

you couldn’t help but let out a giggle and an aww, a promise of always being there to take care of him on your lips and he was more than appreciative.

“let me take care of you now, bébé. my girl deserves it. please?”

[didishawn]

plss kounde smut with size kink

Pretty little thing (Jules Koundé x Reader) smut

Warnings: size kink, smut, mentions of anal sex, mentions of reader being on birth control, mentions of sex toys

Masterlist

He won't ever say it, but you know.

You knew since back then, when you were only friends and he was asking you to compare hand sizes, his enveloping yours, much smaller than his.

You see it in his eyes, when he innocently proposes you to wear his clothes, eyes shining as he sees how everyone of his shirts look like dresses on you, long sleeves moving dumbly around as you move you arms, everything so big on your small figure.

There is this specific glint on his eye whenever he fucks you, when he sees your hand struggles to wrap around his large cock, how he can move you however he wants, how your figure completely disappears from the view of the mirror just above your bed, his own body the one thing that shows.

You look so adorable when his cock is in your mouth, barely fitting at all, and so pretty when you have that whiny voice of yours telling him:

"I can take it, I promise I can!" whenever you want him to just pound into you, something you both know it's not possible as it would hurt you too much.

There is a special box hidden from curious eyes under your bed, it contains go from dildos -all sizes, a mighty purchase you did back then when you became focused on wanting to do anal- lube, vibrators, abandoned flavored condoms you used back then when you weren't on birth control.

It's a ritual really before you have sex, he might like it a bit to see how you struggle taking his cock, but he loves you too much to have you be in actual pain.

He lubes his fingers, then uses them to stretch you out a bit, open you up for the bigger thing, that is your favorite dildo, a blue plastic thing whose size cannot compare to his own.

He loves see is you ride that thing, fucking you with it, seeing how cute you look as he teases your clit, the pace is never too hard, just enough to have you whining, eyes shut closed, cheeks red.

He covers his cock from head to bottom in lube, when he enters it's slowly, a cute pink vibrator on your little clit to have you wetter.

It takes a while for him to bottom up, it always makes him groan and almost cum when he sees the bulge on your stomach, pushing on it as he fucks into you slowly then roughly.

He takes what he wants from you, always being careful though, as he knows one wrong move can have you in pain, yet he enjoys your teary eyes, you small hands pushing on his chest, whining about how big he is, how deep he is, mumbling about him breeding you, you are so fucking full, stretched out to your limit.

When you ride him his heart bursts with love at how cute you look, so small and trying to take on a man so big, it's slower, he knows you need your time.

He feels smug, cheeky, at how your eyes snap open when his hips start fucking up into you in a way that has you almost jumping on him, a harsh slam, boobs dancing freely, nails digging into his skin.

Jules adores it all, loves his pretty girlfriend, how tiny she is, how good she takes him, he couldn't imagine anything better.

[emjayewrites]

Green With Envy - Jules Kounde

SYNOPSIS: Jules' girl doesn't like all of the attention he's getting at Paris Fashion Week, so he'll have to convince her that he's hers and only hers.

PAIRINGS: Jules Koundé x fem!black!reader

WARNINGS: cursing, explicit smut. MINORS DNI!!!

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A/N: I've been inspired recently. Enjoy.

Jules had been getting attention all night.

The moment the two of you walked into the Messika show for Paris Fashion Week, you could feel the eyes on him—on both of you—but mostly on him. Women in the audience whispered, some not even bothering to be discreet as they watched him in his perfectly tailored trousers and that damn draped satin shirt that hugged his frame just right. The fabric glistened under the soft lighting, accentuating his broad shoulders and lean waist. And why wouldn’t they? He looked like he’d just stepped off a runway himself, his locs freshly twisted and falling perfectly over his forehead, framing his sharp jawline that was more striking than ever in the ambient glow of the event.

He leaned down to whisper in your ear during the show, his breath warm against your skin. “You good, bébé?” His voice was low and intimate, but the attention surrounding him made your stomach twist.

You forced a smile, nodding, but inside, you were fuming. It wasn’t him—it was them. The women thirsting after your man, acting like you didn’t exist as they openly ogled him, their eyes filled with a mix of admiration and envy. Their hushed conversations were a cacophony of longing, and the way they leaned forward in their seats, straining to catch another glimpse of him, only added fuel to the fire of your jealousy. Even online, you knew the comments were wild, your phone buzzing non-stop with mentions of Jules’ presence at the show. Each notification felt like a jab, a reminder of how easily they could forget you were right there beside him.

“Are you sure you’re good?” Jules asked again, his hand resting on your thigh, sensing the tension radiating from you. His thumb brushed over your skin in slow, calming circles, an effort to ease your frustration, but the touch only made the simmering jealousy worse. You knew it wasn’t fair to feel this way—Jules wasn’t doing anything wrong. He was always clear that he was yours and only yours, a fact he reiterated with every kiss and every possessive glance. But the burning jealousy still gripped you tight, a knot of insecurity forming in your chest as you watched the other women flirt and fawn over him.

As the show came to an end, the lights dimmed and applause erupted, but the crowd continued to linger, and as you stood to leave, another woman’s gaze lingered far too long on him. Her eyes raked over him, and Jules caught it, smirking as if he relished the attention. He placed a possessive hand on your lower back, guiding you toward the exit, a silent declaration of ownership that sent a mix of pride and irritation coursing through you. His subtle way of letting everyone know who he belonged to didn’t stop the clench in your chest, though; if anything, it only deepened your frustration.

In the car ride back to the hotel, the tension bubbled over, and you couldn’t keep it in any longer. “You know, I could’ve sworn some of these girls thought they had a chance tonight,” you said, trying to keep your tone light, but the edge of jealousy was impossible to hide.

Jules glanced at you, his brow furrowing slightly as he processed your words. “What are you talking about?”

“You didn’t see the way they were looking at you? The way they didn’t care that I was right there?” Your voice wavered slightly, a mixture of annoyance and vulnerability creeping in as you struggled to articulate your feelings.

Jules chuckled, shaking his head, a teasing smile still dancing on his lips. “Bébé, I don’t care about any of them.” His easygoing tone was meant to soothe you, but it only made the frustration simmer deeper.

You huffed, crossing your arms defiantly, the tension in your body evident. “It didn’t look like it,” you shot back, unable to mask the bite in your voice. The laughter and playful banter that had filled the car moments ago felt like a distant memory as the weight of your jealousy hung heavy between you.

His laughter faded abruptly, and the air in the car shifted, thickening with unspoken words. Jules’ gaze darkened, the playful glint replaced by something more serious. His jaw set tight, and he turned toward you, his expression intense. “You think I care about what any of them think? About how they look at me?” His voice was low, almost dangerous, each word deliberate as if he were trying to penetrate through your frustration.

You swallowed hard, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks under the intensity of his stare. “I just—” you began, but the words caught in your throat, the weight of his gaze making it difficult to express your feelings.

“I don’t give a fuck about them,” he cut you off, his voice firm and unyielding. There was a rawness to his tone that sent a spark of heat through you, igniting a mix of emotions—desire, possessiveness. “All I care about is you.”

The rest of the car ride was silent, the tension thick between you. But as soon as the door to your hotel suite shut behind you, Jules was on you, his lips crashing into yours, hot and urgent. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against his body, and you could feel the hard length of him pressing against your thigh.

“You think I care about them?” he growled against your lips, his breath hot, his teeth grazing your bottom lip as he kissed you with a hunger that made your head spin. “You think I want anyone but you?”

“Jules…” you gasped, your hands clinging to his shoulders, but he wasn’t giving you a chance to speak. His lips were on your neck now, sucking, nipping at your skin in a way that made your knees buckle.

He didn’t stop. “You’re mine,” he muttered, his hands slipping beneath your dress, roughly pulling it up over your hips. “And I’m yours. Always.”

Your breath hitched as he lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to the bed and laying you down, his body pressing into yours. His dark, hooded eyes were locked on yours, filled with nothing but raw desire.

“You need me to prove it to you?” Jules asked, his voice low and rough as he undid his belt, letting his trousers drop to the floor. His shirt was still on, clinging to his muscular frame, but the sight of him half-dressed was even more erotic than if he’d been naked.

You bit your lip, nodding, your body already aching for him. “Show me.”

Jules didn’t waste a second. His hands moved quickly, yanking your dress down, your bra and panties following soon after. When you were bare beneath him, he paused for a moment, his eyes roaming your body like he was drinking you in. Then he was on you again, his hands gripping your thighs, spreading them apart as he positioned himself between them.

He thrust into you hard, no preamble, just filling you completely with his thick dick. The stretch of him inside you had your back arching, a loud moan escaping your lips as your nails dug into his back through his shirt.

“Say it,” he growled, his hips snapping forward, driving into you with deep, relentless strokes. The bed creaked beneath you as the room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin.

“I’m yours,” you gasped, your hands clenching in the silky fabric of his shirt, your breath coming in ragged pants as he fucked you deeper, his dick hitting spots that made your vision blur.

“And who am I?” he asked, his voice low, almost a snarl, his pace quickening as his thrusts became more erratic, more desperate.

“You’re mine,” you whispered, your voice trembling, your body teetering on the edge of release.

“That’s right,” he grunted, grabbing your legs and throwing them over his shoulders, bending you almost in half as he drove into you harder, deeper, the new angle making you cry out as he hit that spot inside you over and over again.

“Fuck, Jules!” you screamed, your body shaking as the pressure inside you built, your orgasm so close you could taste it.

“You’re mine,” he growled again, his teeth sinking into the skin of your shoulder as he pounded into you, his thrusts wild now, reckless. “Say it again.”

“I’m yours!” you moaned, your back arching off the bed as your orgasm ripped through you, your entire body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

Jules followed you over the edge, his grip on your hips bruising as he gave one final, deep thrust before he came, groaning your name as he filled you, his body collapsing onto yours.

For a moment, the two of you just lay there, your bodies tangled together, your breathing heavy. Then Jules pulled out of you, flipping you over onto your stomach.

“You thought I was done?” he muttered, his voice still thick with lust as he pushed your ass up, positioning you on all fours.

“Jules, baby…” you gasped, still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm as he slid his dick back inside you, his hands gripping your hips as he fucked you from behind, harder this time, faster.

His grip was possessive, his pace punishing as he drove into you, the sound of your bodies crashing together echoing through the room. You could feel every inch of him, his length stretching you in ways that had your head spinning.

“You’ll never have to worry about anyone else,” he growled, a wicked grin on his face as his hand came down to slap your ass, the sharp sting making you gasp.

“Fuck!” you cried out, your body trembling again as he fucked you, your mind going blank from the pleasure. Jules pressed his hand against your face, burying you deeper into the mattress as he positioned his foot near you for a better angle. The pressure on your throat was just enough, not enough to stop your airway but enough to have your eyes rolling back from the overwhelming sensation. His free hand dug into the flesh of your ass, the heat radiating off his body mixing with the sweat that dripped down onto you, sliding between your ass cheeks and thighs.

“Look at you,” he rasped, thrusting deeper, harder, the primal rhythm sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. The moans escaping your lips filled the room, mingling with the sound of skin slapping against skin. "Tu es magnifique...."

He continued to ramble off in French, but you were too focused on the coil within your stomach that threatened to come apart. Just when you felt yourself teetering on the edge of your second orgasm, he pulled out, leaving you gasping for more.

“Turn around, ma belle. Open your mouth.”

Completely sex-dazed, you obeyed, stumbling to kneel in front of him as he stroked his dick, his eyes dark with desire. You watched him, entranced, as he released himself, his hot cum coming in spurts, splattering on your face and neck.

He held the reddened tip near your mouth, and without hesitation, your tongue came out, eager to lick off every drop of his essence, tasting the saltiness that was uniquely him. The moment felt electric, every bit of your submission feeding into the raw connection between you two.

Jules smirked down at you, his breath heavy and uneven, the intensity of his gaze making your heart race. “That’s my girl,” he said, the satisfaction evident in his voice as you savored every moment, every taste. “I meant what I said,” he whispered softly. “I’m all yours, bébé.”

You smiled, your heart finally at ease. “Good,” you whispered back, wiping off your chin with the back of your hand. “Because I’m not sharing.”

[anaitm0]

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[mauvecherie-writes]

a win and ruined sheets: j.koundé

pairing: jules koundé x black!reader

summary: months apart had the both of you acting out of character for each other.

content tags: 18+ NSFW, MDNI, established relationship, fluff, google translated french, sexual content, oral sex [f receiving], unprotected sex, mild dirty talk.

ru’s 💌: finally a full written smut Jules scene lmao. It’s been a long time coming. this is for my Jules girlies especially @hopefulromantic1 and @queenshikongo3 [Serena you’ll see one part specifically for you, you’ll know when you see it 😉.] please comment, reblog and like 💋.

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A bright smile spread across his face when he walked further into his suite and you were there. Dressed in nothing but his Barcelona jersey and a pair of ‘Hot Girl’ bootie shorts. Your coiled curls sat in a high puff on your head with a scarf around your edges.

On your face was a smile that eclipsed his.

“Mon cœur!” [my heart] He exclaimed as he dropped his bags and opened his arms. You had already jumped off from the couch where you had been residing as you watched the highlights of the match against Austria. He played well throughout the entirety of the match and you couldn’t be more proud of your boyfriend. Representing his country on the world stage was something Jules was proud of and despite the fact you were unable to be there on the stands because of another commitment due to your job, as soon as you were done, you hopped on the first flight to Germany to be with him now.

You dove into his arms and wrapped your legs around his waist. The two of you tightly held onto each other. You buried your face into his neck and sniffed in his scent. He smelt like the Shea butter scented body wash you had bought for him months ago because you thought his old one contradicted his cologne too much. Jules secured his arms around your waist as he walked back to the sitting area and dropped us back on the couch which caused you to giggle.

You took your head out of the crook of his neck and cupped his cheeks and smiled at him.

“Hi, my baby. I’m so proud of you.” You gleamed up at him with the love reflecting in your eyes as you held his gaze. Jules sighed in content as he smiled and pecked your lips, humming softly as your thighs shifted to his waist.

“Merci, mon amour.” [thank you my love] He replied. “I wish you had been there but I’m so happy you’re here now. My heart is beating so fast now that you’re in my arms.” His words warmed your cheeks and you didn't stop the giggle that left your lips.

“I got on the first flight that I could so I would be with you tonight. Did you have any plans with the team to celebrate?” You asked as you played with the locks.

“Yeah the team had plans but I don’t care for them now. Would much rather spend time with you.”

“I like the sound of that.” You smirked at him. They haven’t been with each other physically in four months. An entirely too long of a distance as unfortunately, their jobs kept them apart. Nights full of sexting and phone sex could never replace the real connection the both of you share.

“Why don’t we order some room service and I light up some candles and we celebrate in our own way.” You smiled at him as you played with the pendant of his chain. Jules smirked as he squeezed your thigh.

“I like the sound of that.” He threw your phrase back at you which causes you to laugh. With one last kiss, you will yourself you pull away from him. As you freshened up, Jules had ordered room service, a full platter of your favourite dishes along with a couple of bottles of expensive champagne. The both of you had undressed and adorned your bodies in the lush white hotel robes as you shared the food and drink.

However, Jules kept you close. Never letting you stray away from him. He kept you in between his legs, his hands around your waist as he placed kisses along your neck.

“Four months away from each other.” He mumbled into your ear. “Ne faisons plus jamais ça." [Let’s never do that again.] He whispered in your ear.

“I promise baby.” You replied, giggling as you felt his lips tug on your ear. Since knowing Jules, you had taken it upon yourself to learn how to speak French as that was the language that he communicated with the most so you felt it imperative to also know the language.

“Tu m'as tellement manqué." [I missed you so much.] The words left your mouth as you turned your body and you placed your hand on his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. He moaned into your mouth as you sucked on his tongue as you pressed your body into his.

“Tu m'as manqué aussi.” [I missed you too.] He mumbled into your mouth as Jules’s hand came to the ties of your robe and pulled them apart. The fabric falls away from your body, exposing your voluptuous breasts to his greedy eyes.

“Touch me.” You whispered. Jules didn’t need any more instruction as his large hand covers your breast and pinches your nipple in between his fingers as he kneads the flesh. The kissing becomes heavier as you moan into his mouth. Each sound, a plea for him to do more.

Always the giver, Jules turned the positions of your body so that you were lying beneath him. You smile at him as he pulls the robe away from your body as he discards his before joining you once again on the bed. As he hovered above you, you trailed your fingers on his chest, scratching the soft hairs on his sternum.

He leaned down and captured your lips. The press of his body on yours, had you parting your legs wider as you whimpered into his mouth as his tongue passionately entangled with yours. As his body was slotted in between yours, moaning as you felt his heavy dick pressed against you. Your arousal built up even more as Jules began to subtly rub himself against you.

But it didn’t take long for Jules to find himself situated in between your legs, following the path to your haven with a trail of kisses. He placed your legs onto his shoulders as he wasted no time diving in. Your hands shot up and gripped onto the headboard of the bed she sucked on your clit oh so sweetly. Your hips took a mind of their own and rolled them back and forth into his mouth.

The sweep of his tongue against your sensitive bud was like a branding to your soul. You had missed his mouth on you so much and Jules was taking it. You moved one hand from the headboard to his thick locks and gripped on them.

He continued sucking on your clit harder, biting on it for stimulation before soothing it with a lick as his fingers prodded at your entrance. He started a new rhythm of his fingers and tongue on your pussy. Your eyes roll to the back your head as your thighs spasm around his head.

“Oh fuck! Jules!” You exclaimed as he sucked in your clit harder, thrusting his fingers faster inside of you, curling them so that they brushed on our sweet spot every time.

“Oh my god!” You screamed as Jules spanked the side of your thigh as the rush of your orgasm spread through your body. Stars exploded behind your eyes as your body convulsed and you almost blacked out from the intensity of your orgasm. Your hands caressed his hair as you rode out the waves of your high that were still wrecking your body.

Jules placed his hands on either side of your waist, bringing his own body to hover above yours. In between your legs, you could feel his hardness pressing against your thigh.

The desire was palpable between you. From your very first time with Jules, the both of you knew that you would be addicted to each other. These four months were the longest you’d even been apart since the beginning of your relationship so the need to feel him was strong.

He parted your legs and you got up to your elbows and searched for his lips. He drove his hand into your curls as he kissed you deeply. You slowly fell back onto the bed, your hands pressed onto his chest before sliding down to his abs and finally circling his waist.

Jules rubbed his dick against your entrance and you squirmed as you tried to angle your hips, feeling impatient - now wasn’t the time to tease you. Your eyes locked as you wrapped your fingers around his girth, pulling his dick towards you until his tip pierced through your opening.

The both of you gasped as he slid into you, deeper and deeper with every inch. Your hands grabbed ahold of his forearms as you adjusted yourself to his size. It didn’t matter how wet or how relaxed you were, his thickness took some time getting used to.

“Fuck, bébé. J'ai besoin de bouger.” [Babe. I need to move.] He whispered.

“I’m okay. Please move.”

You met him stroke for stroke, lifting your hips every time that he came down. He was slow, taking his time but you could tell that he was holding back by how tense his muscles were beneath your touch.

Suddenly, he pulled out of your heat.

“Jules?” You sounded confused but any question was left stuck in your throat when he wrapped his arms around your thighs and placed his mouth on your clit.

“Oh fuck!” You cried out in ecstasy as your back arched off the bed. His tongue rapidly lashed against your sensitive bud as you rolled your hips into his mouth, riding him. One hand came down and grabbed onto his thick locks, moaning as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“Jules! Oh g— uuuhhh!” You whined as your grip on his head tightened as you were about to come. Then he pulled away and thrusted back into you, the force of it taking your breath away. He kissed you wildly and passionately which caused you to gush around his dick as you tasted your sweetness that resided on his lips.

He dropped his head into the crevice of your neck as he hiked one of your legs into the bent of his elbow as he began to piston his hips into your body. You tried to meet the command of his thrusts but he was pressing you down, leaving you helpless as you took it all.

“This pussy is so good, fuck.” Jules groaned into your ear. The sounds of your skin slapping echoing across the room as his thrusts rattled your body.

�� Tu es si profond, bébé.” [You’re so deep, baby.] You knew that Jules loved it when you spoke to him in french especially when he was deep inside of you, wreaking havoc in your core. You bit onto your lip as you felt his kisses trail down from your jawline to your chest before he took a nipple into his mouth.

“Jules!” You whimpered his name as you felt yourself tightening up once more. “Baby. I’m gonna come!” You squealed as he bit down on your hardened nipple before soothing the sting with his tongue.

“Give it to me bébé. Come on my dick.” His hair fell over your faces like a curtain, shielding your expressions just for him to witness. Sweat shimmered on his skin, dampening his forehead and eyebrows. The contracting of your cunt around caused him to groan as his eyes lost focus of your face before he closed them.

You tangled your hands into his hair and pulled him down for a kiss. However, before your lips could even meet, your body seized as your bubble finally burst.

“Fuuuccckk, that’s it bébé. Drench me just like that.” His voice hoarse and his accent sounded thicker which prolonged your orgasm. He looked down at where your bodies were connected and moaned at the sight of your cream collecting at the base of his dick.

Your legs were in the air with your feet pointed towards the ceiling as Jules’s hands were on either side of your head with his chains dangling in your face.

“I missed this sweet pussy.” He told you. “C'est ma chatte, n'est-ce pas.” [It’s my pussy isn’t it.] His strokes became faster and faster until the bed was rocking and the headboard was knocking against the wall.

“It’s your pussy. Only yours.” Your words are like a shot of adrenaline for him as they cause him to pound into you harder. Your hands came to his neck and pulled him down to suck his bottom lip into your mouth.

“Right there baby!” You gasped, your mouth falling open into a silent moan. You were about to come again. Your eyes widened as your pupils dilated - the words falling short as your nails dug into his shoulders.

“Come with me baby. Just one more.” Jules panted as he brought one hand to your hips and held onto you as he worked himself in and out of your pussy.

You screamed his name as he did yours - his body convulsing on top of you. You felt his come shoot deep inside of you and you hummed in satisfaction as he filled you up.

He fell into your arms and you wrapped them around his shoulders as his moved underneath your body and hugged you. Your bodies were still joined in your moment of peace as you placed a kiss on the side of his forehead. He turned his head so that his chin was on your sternum as he met your eyes.

“I hope that’s not your only round for the night.” He commented which caused you to playfully roll your eyes.

“You made me come like three times. Give me a few minutes, not all of us have stamina like you.”

“Maybe if you came to the gym with me-.”

“Annndd lady-boner gone.” You tried moving from him but Jules just pulled you back, squealing as you did as he attacked you with kisses. The both of you rolled in the ruffled sheets until you were above him.

Your core was pressed against his hardening dick. You bit your lip as your arousal began building up just from the way that he was looking at you. He smirked as he could feel your wetness begin to soak him.

“Is your lady-boner back?” Jules asked as he sat up and wrapped his arm around your waist. With one hand on his chin and with the other, you reached in between your bodies and held onto his dick, aiming his tip for your entrance.

“Just shut up and kiss me…”

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[mauvecherie-writes]

FREAKTOBER 06 | jules koundé.

RATING: 18+ NSFW mature. Google translated French.

🎀 FREAKTOBER MASTERLIST 🎀

The cool night air hit your skin, but the heat between you and Jules was more than enough to set the whole city on fire.

You barely had time to think before you were pushed up against the railing of the balcony of the hotel room, Jules’s rough hands were already pulling at your dress, his hums of satisfaction rumbling through the darkness of the night

“Jules baby, we’re—” you started say, glancing down at the street below, the lights of the city glowing, people walking by completely unaware of what was about to happen. You had drunkly mentioned how much you would love to have sex on a balcony spontaneously. He thought that now, after a beautiful date night as people rushed through the streets of Barcelona would be a good time as ever.

But Jules didn’t care. Because of his fame, you had been skeptical about someone possibly catching you in the act but the thought of it seemed to turn him on more.

“You worried about a little audience, sweetheart?” He rasped into your ear, his voice dripping with that familiar roughness that always sent a shiver down your spine. His hands gripped your waist, spinning you around until your chest was pressed against the cold metal railing.

The city was spread out below you alive and rushing with life, and here you were, at the mercy of this feral man you loved so much.

Before you could say anything, Jules’s hands were on you again, tugging at your underwear, rough and impatient, and you couldn’t help but moan as he peeled them down. The cool night air hit your exposed skin, the coldness nipping at your nipples and pruning them tight.

A stark contrast to the heat burning inside you, but you didn’t care. Not when Jules was behind you, his body pressed so close, his breath hot against your neck.

“You’re soaked already,” he growled, his hand running over your bare ass, squeezing possessively. “Trying to act all coy but you love this huh? Knowing anyone could look up and see you get fucked by me.”

You could barely respond; your mind was spinning from the intensity of the moment, but your body gave him all the answers he needed. You pushed back against him, craving more, craving everything.

Jules’s low, dirty chuckle told you that he knew exactly what you wanted.

“That’s my girl,” he muttered, and before you could catch your breath, he slammed his dick into you, hard and deep. The force of it made you gasp, your hands gripping the railing for dear life as Jules started moving, not caring at all who might be watching.

The way he fucked you was wild, reckless, like he couldn’t hold back anymore, and the thought of people walking below, just a glance up and they’d see you like this, only made it hotter.

“Ohhh fuuckkk!” You moaned as Jules’s hands gripped your hips, pulling you back to meet his thrusts, and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air. You could barely think, barely breathe, the only thing you could focus on was the way he felt inside you, the way he owned every inch of your body.

“Bon sang, tu es parfait. Parfait pour moi.” [Goddamn you’re perfect. Perfect for me] Jules growled; his voice rough with lust. His hands slid up your back, rounded your chest and pulled you to his chest which caused you to arch even more so he could bury himself deeper, harder.

“You love this, don’t you? Letting everyone see how good you take it.” He mumbled in your ear, his words slurred.

“Yes, only for you baby.” You moaned, your body shaking with the intensity of it all, and Jules’s pace only quickened, his dick slamming into you over and over, making sure you felt every inch of him.

The thrill of being so exposed, knowing anyone could see, made it impossible to hold back, and you could feel your orgasm building fast, your body tightening around him, squeezing him so hard, his thrusts falter at the tension.

“Fuck! Jules!” you gasped, barely able to form words, just his name.

He wasn’t slowing down, he was relentless. The grip his hands had on your body would surely leave bruises on your skin but that was the last thing on your mind now. You just needed everything that Jules was giving you.

“I can feel you hot and throbbing. Come for me my darling.” With those words, the tension in your body snapped, and you came hard. Your legs were trembling so much as waves of pleasure crashed over you, Jules had to hold you down.

Jules growled in satisfaction, his hips slamming into you one last time as he chased his own release.

“Please, baby. Cum for me.” You whispered into his ear. You could feel him throbbing inside you, and then, with a deep, primal grunt, he came, filling you up as he held you tight against the railing as he stumbled forward due to the intensity of his orgasm.

For a moment, neither of you moved, just standing there as your bodies were pressed together as you tried to catch your breath.

The sounds of the city below seemed distant, almost unreal, as you slowly came down from the high of it all. Jules leaned into the side of your head, moving your tight curls of his was as his lips brushed against your ear. hefhechuckled softly.

“Do you think anyone saw us?” His question caused you to giggle as you rolled your eyes. It wouldn’t matter anyway.

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[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.”

[didishawn]

more jules koundé smut plss

Personal model (Jules Koundé x Reader) smut

Warnings: smut, reader is a fashion design student

Masterlist

One of the things you love the most about your boyfriend is how supportive he is alongside his own love for fashion.

He will go out to Barça's pre-match walk with whatever outfit you put him in, then post his photo on insta tagging you then giving you all the credits for his amazing fits.

What the public eye doesn't know is how much time it takes you to dress him up.

It's all his fault really, even he will, admit that, but he can't just help but do something when he sees how cute you look while coordinating everything.

It starts with his arms around your waist as you choose the lower part, head buried on your neck and placing kisses on it as you laugh and remind him he has a match to play.

His hands get naughtier when when choosing the upper part, getting inside whatever you are wearing and leaving teasing touches -he most likes it when you don't wear any bra, as he pinches your nipples and you are inmediatly wet for him.

When it's time for him to dress, he makes a show out of getting rid of whatever he was previously wearing, your own professional stripper as he makes sure your eyes are on him, the bulge on his underwear obvious.

He never directly dresses, always asking you to check whatever hairstyle he is wearing is good. With you in front of him, his head centimeters away from your breasts he always makes sure to bury himself on them, arms around your waist as he pulls you down to sit on his lap, cock grinding up to as he leads his tongue down your throat, moving you however he likes.

He teases you to your limit, and smirks as he sees you stand to get rid of whatever you were wearing them reaching down to take him out from his boxers. Luckily, he never tears you when he sees you salivating at the sight of his cock stalling tall and thick, precum that you don't have time to lick off ozing out from his tip.

None of you can really believe that poor chair of yours hasn't broken yet after having to endure you both fucking on top of it every weekend.

He has you bouncing up and down on his cock, head pushed back as uncontrollable moans leave your mouth, hands digging on his back leaving marks his teammates surely will be teasing him about.

His mouth is all over you, leaving marks and kisses he knows you love so much, he is grunting, groaning, moaning as his hands on your waist move you how he likes at times like this, cock pounding up into you, almost kissing your cervix.

He is hypnotized with the sight of your breasts bouncing with your movements -sometimes you joke about him being more in love with your breasts than the rest of you.

When he feels you getting closer, his mouth is on yours again, both of you droning each other's pleasure sounds down your throats as you get tighter so do his balls, ready to release any time now.

He will never say it out loud, but you know its when your hand reaches down to where you both connects, that gets him to push over the edge, reaching his climax as he fills you up to the brim, you to reaching extasis as you both are left a panting mess, sweaty, and you two must leave for his match.

You help him dress up first, making sure your work looks just as you imagined -praises for his fit will surely be arriving tonight.

He is more delicate when he helps you dress, kisses in between steps as you still don't come down from your high.

You sit next to other "wags", still your eyes are on your phone, waiting to see the photos of your boyfriend walking down the corridor looking amazing as you prepared him to, loving the praises you both get.

Another masterpiece, he convinces you the sex is a mandatory step.