#jules kounde x you

[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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[emjayewrites]

The Year I Turned 25 • JK + AT (3/10)

SYNOPSIS: Grammy-winning R&B artist Y/N Y/LN, 25, is closing out the North American leg of her tour, riding high on the success of her sophomore album "The Year I Turned 24" - a raw, emotional project born from her public breakup with an NFL player. As she prepares for six weeks in Europe before the international leg of her tour, she's determined to have her own "hot girl summer," yet she’s unaware that she's about to get entangled with not one but two professional footballers - Jules Koundé and Aurélien Tchouaméni - sparking new public interest in her love life and forcing her to confront her fears about dating athletes again.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

PAIRINGS: Jules Koundé x Y/N Y/LN (fc: Ayra Starr) x Aurélien Tchouaméni

WARNINGS: cursing, football b.s., not so glamorous life of a celebrity, mentions of mental illness/misogyny/slut shaming/cheating, drug use (marijuana), drinking, rotational dating, eventual smut, paragon partners/polyamory — 18+ only

TAGLIST: @irishmanwhore, @sucredreamer, @judesvirtual, @saturnville, @peyiswriting, @greedyjudge2, @pepfectionary, @alika-4466, @julescpu, @lettersofgold, @hopefulromantic1, @a-moment-captured, @serpenttines-library, @f1-football-fiend, @purplelewlew, @enretrogue, @judesprxncess, @yeea-nah @127hydrangeas, @sunfairyy, @pinkcatcus, @muglermami, @bbgkoo, @greyishbach @sinflowersugar @cranberryjulce

CHAPTER 3: Another One, Thank You!

Hamburg greeted YN with unexpected sunshine and a hotel room with a view of the harbor. She'd barely finished unpacking when her phone buzzed:

Aurélien 🌹 Settled in? I'm taking you somewhere nice tonight

YN Define 'nice' 🤔

Aurélien You'll see. Wear something that shows off what you want me to touch later 😏

YN's mouth went dry. The man did not believe in subtle flirting.

YN And if I want you to touch everything?

Aurélien Then why did you wanna get dinner? We could've just chilled in my room

"Touché," she muttered.

Her phone buzzed again, this time the group chat:

Jules 🇫🇷 You good YN?

Aurélien 🌹 Taking YN to Heimat tonight

Jules 🇫🇷 Good choice. Those views 👌🏾 Treat her well but not too well, I need her tomorrow 😌

YN I'm right here! 🙄

Aurélien 🌹 We know 😈

These men are going to be the death of me. She was about to respond when an Instagram notification caught her eye:

deuxmoi: SPOTTED: Grammy winner YN_YLN with French football star Jules Koundé at froyo spot in Düsseldorf! A source says they looked "very cozy" 👀 [Fan photo attached]

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popculture_daily: The way he's looking at her though! 🔥 ynglobaldom: MY QUEEN WINNING chartdata: Her power>>> gossipgirl2024: Wait didn't you say you saw her with TWO French players? Drop the tea sis

Shit. I have to keep this lowkey.

For what? her intrusive thoughts challenged. Men get seen with different women all the time. Did Damari hide his fun?

That makes you no better than him! her rational side countered. Keep it under wraps.

She had to agree — the potential scandal of being seen with both of them...

Though part of her wanted to say fuck it. Why should she hide?

"Because being famous is annoying sometimes," she muttered, unpacking her suitcase and arranging her outfits in the closet. She plugged in her essential oil diffuser — lavender to calm her nerves — and lined up her skincare on the marble bathroom counter.

The challenge: what to wear for dinner with Aurélien? Something that said "I'm sexy but not desperate for dick" even though she was, in fact, kind of desperate for his. After twenty minutes of trying on different options, she settled on a black silk slip dress that hit mid-thigh – classy but with enough potential to make his eyes darken.

A quick shower to freshen up, then she wrapped herself in the hotel's fluffy robe and started her getting-ready playlist. Her favorite songs filled the room as she did her makeup, singing along while blending her eyeshadow:

"I might kill my ex, not the best idea… His new girlfriend's next, how'd I get here?"

She switched to Beyoncé as she curled her hair: "I'm warning who I bring to this dinner…"

How appropriate, she thought, pinning half her curls up to show off her neck.

By 8PM, she was applying a final coat of lipgloss when a knock echoed through the suite. Her heart, and pussy, jumped.

She opened the door to find Aurélien looking edible in a fitted black button-down and slacks. His eyes did that slow drag over her body that made her feel like prey - in the best way.

"Beautiful," he said, his signature smirk appearing. "Ready?"

"Let me grab my bag."

His hand found the small of her back as they walked to the elevator - always touching, always claiming space.

Heimat had good lighting and harbor views, and their corner table was intimate without trying too hard. Aurélien pulled out her chair, then sat close enough that his knee pressed against hers.

"So," he reached for the wine list, "besides being an incredible singer and looking gorgeous, what else should I know about YN?"

"You tell me what you want to know."

"Everything." No hesitation. His directness made her flush.

Over wine and appetizers, she learned he was obsessed with basketball ("Knicks till I die, but Lakers when they're good"), played the piano, and had strong opinions about American culture.

His hand had migrated to her thigh, but his touch wasn't purely sexual – he squeezed gently when she talked about her music, traced patterns when she mentioned her mom, and pulled back when she tensed discussing her past.

"That's why the Browns are gonna have a trash season," he said when Damari came up.

"You follow American football?"

"Enough to know your ex is gonna be riding the bench," Aurélien said simply. "But his loss is my gain."

"Our gain," she corrected.

"Ah yes, can't forget Jules." He grinned.

The conversation flowed easily - from childhood dreams to current goals, favorite books to worst dates. He was surprisingly funny, dropping deadpan jokes that had her snorting into her wine.

"Did you know," he said seriously, "that Jules sleepwalks?"

"No way."

"Once found him trying to make a sandwich in his sleep. Completely naked."

By dessert, she'd learned more about him than she expected - how his eyes crinkled when he really smiled, how he gestured with his hands when excited about a topic, how his thumb would stroke her skin absently while he listened.

"Want to take a walk?" he suggested after paying. "The harbor's pretty at night."

"You just want to get handsy."

"Always." That smirk again. "But I also want to explore with you."

She raised an eyebrow. "Explore what exactly?"

His hand found her lower back again. "Whatever you want, ma belle."

The harbor lights danced on the water as they walked, Aurélien's hand never leaving her waist. He stopped at a quieter spot, turning her to face him.

"Been wanting to do this properly," he murmured, cradling her face. His kiss was different from the hungry ones he usually gave - slow, deliberate, commanding in its patience. He took his time exploring her mouth until her knees went weak.

When he pulled back, she couldn't help the foolish grin spreading across her face.

"Look at that smile," he teased, thumb brushing her bottom lip. "Cute."

"Shut up," she rolled her eyes, still grinning.

"Would it be crazy if I asked you to spend the night?"

Her first instinct was yes, but then memories of Jules from last night flooded back. Did this make her… a whore? Going from one man's dick to potentially another's?

Girl, who cares? her intrusive thoughts chimed in. It's YOUR hot girl summer.

"I should be honest," she started. "Jules and I…"

"I know," he said softly. "Saw you both in the elevator, remember? Look, this is a lot - physically, emotionally. We go at your pace."

She nodded slowly. "Then… yes. I'd like to stay."

They swung by her hotel for essentials - bonnet, skincare, tomorrow's clothes (and maybe some sexy underwear, just in case).

The Westin Elbphilharmonie towered over the other side of the harbor, all glass and waves meant to mirror the water below. Aurélien's suite was minimalist luxury - cream furnishings, huge windows, and a balcony that made the city look like scattered stars.

"Make yourself at home," he said, taking her overnight bag.

Her heart raced. No turning back now.

Aurélien set her overnight bag on the chaise while YN slipped off her sandals, placing her purse on the bedside table.

"Ever seen Pineapple Express?" he asked, scrolling through the hotel's movie selection.

"Obviously. I'm not uncultured."

His laugh echoed off the suite's walls. "Good. Because I quote this movie way too much."

He turned the movie on and then made his way to the kitchenette - his gait full of unwavering swagger - to place a bag of popcorn in the microwave.

They settled into comfortable silence on the bed, sharing buttery popcorn while Seth Rogen descended into drug dealer chaos. Around the time James Franco started saying "Thug Life," YN decided to start her nighttime routine.

Opening her overnight bag, she grabbed her essentials: makeup wipes, CeraVe cleanser, toner, essence, vitamin C serum, moisturizer, and face oil. But as she started removing her makeup in the bathroom, the anxiety hit like a wave.

Whore. Slut. Can't even wait a day between men.

Her hands trembled as she tried to remove her lashes. The DeuxMoi post kept flashing in her mind - what if people found out about both of them? She wasn't really a whore, was she? Just... exploring. Finding herself. Why did that make her bad?

"YN?" Aurélien's soft knock startled her. "You good? Been in there a while."

"Yes," she squeaked, but her reflection showed panic in her eyes. She gripped the counter, trying to count breaths like her therapist taught her.

The door opened. Aurélien took one look at her and his whole demeanor shifted - the cocky swagger replaced by gentle concern.

"Panic attack?" He stepped closer, fingers finding her pulse point. His protector mode was sweet, though she wished she wasn't seeing it like this.

No shit, she thought, but couldn't speak.

Without a word, he reached for a shower cap, carefully removing each bobby pin from her curls. "Sit," he guided her to the toilet seat.

The shower started running, steam slowly filling the room. He disappeared, returning with her bonnet.

First the shower cap, then the satin bonnet, his movements impossibly gentle for such large hands as he placed them on her head, ensuring each tendril of hair was securely covered.

His eyes met hers. "Can I take off your clothes?" She gave him a look. "It's for the shower," he explained. "Warm showers will help."

She nodded, letting him care for her in this unexpected way.

Aurélien's hands reached for the zipper of her dress. His usual intensity was replaced by something softer - each movement careful, protective.

"Arms up," he murmured, and she complied, letting him pull the silk over her head. Instead of his usual hungry gaze, his eyes held only concern.

This man who looks like he could break hearts for sport, her rational thoughts marveled, is treating me like I'm made of glass.

He unhooked her bra with practiced ease, but there was nothing sexual in the way he helped her step out of her underwear. His touch remained clinical, respectful.

"Temperature good?" he asked, guiding her toward the steam.

She nodded, watching as he rolled up his sleeves to test the water himself. This was a different Aurélien from the one who smirked and made suggestive comments, who exuded raw sexuality. This was the big brother who protected his siblings, the friend who looked out for Jules.

"You don't have to stay," she managed.

"I know." He helped her into the shower. "But I want to."

Maybe, her rational thoughts whispered, we've underestimated him. Maybe there's more here than just physical attraction.

The warm water began to calm her racing heart, and with it came a new understanding: Aurélien Tchouaméni was full of surprises.

"Can I join you?" he asked softly.

She bit her bottom lip, nodding. Her eyes couldn't help but follow as he undressed, appreciating how the muscles in his chest flexed, how his dark skin seemed to glow in the bathroom's soft light, and how gorgeous his penis and testicles were when his boxers fell to the floor. But where normally he'd smirk at her obvious appreciation, now he remained focused on her well-being.

He stepped into the shower, reaching for the hotel's body wash. The scent of lavender filled the steam as he worked the soap between his palms, then started with her shoulders. His strong fingers found knots she didn't even know she had, drawing a contented sigh from her lips.

Working down her arms, then her hips, his touch remained therapeutic rather than teasing. He squatted to massage her thighs and calves, his hands firm but gentle on her tired muscles.

"Better?" he asked, looking up at her through wet lashes.

The anxiety was melting away under his careful attention, replaced by something warmer, deeper than just attraction.

Oh, she thought. This could be dangerous in a whole different way.

YN woke to Aurélien's soft snores in her ear, his arm heavy around her waist. His t-shirt swallowed her whole, smelling like his cologne. Last night after the shower, she'd barely managed to pull it on before passing out, emotionally drained.

At least I didn't drool, she thought, becoming very aware of his morning wood pressing against her ass. She stretched - trying to reach her phone on the nightstand.

His arm tightened, grinding closer. "Ne bouge pas, ma belle," (Don't move, beautiful) he muttered, voice impossibly deeper and raspier in the morning. His stubble scratched her cheek as he nuzzled closer.

Even sleeping he's cute as fuck, both her thoughts agreed.

She rolled her eyes despite smiling. Being little spoon was nice, but she needed her phone. One more stretch and - success!

7:30 AM. Notifications lit up her screen:

Mama 💕 Baby girl your crystals told me you had anxiety last night. Did you use that lavender oil I packed? Mercury isn't even in retrograde so this is weird. Light some sage when you can 🌟✨ Also use protection! 😘

Big Kyle You good? Haven't heard from you. These European men treating you right or do I need to catch a flight? 🤨 Send me your location just in case. Love you kid

LewLew Bean Hope Hamburg's treating you well. Saw that DeuxMoi post, don't stress about it. People always talk, let them. Roscoe says hi! [photo of his dog attached]

She smiled at their different approaches - her mom's spiritual advice, Big Kyle's protectiveness, and Lewis just being... Lewis.

Last night's panic attack embarrassed her; breaking down in front of Aurélien wasn't exactly hot girl summer behavior. But seeing his gentler side, how naturally he switched from sexy to protective…

His snoring hitched, arm pulling her closer. "Dors, bébé." (Sleep, baby)

Man has a point, she thought, putting it back on the charger.

YN snuggled deeper into Aurélien's embrace, letting his snores lull her into that peaceful space between sleep and wakefulness. It reminded her of how Damari used to—

No.

No more thoughts about that untalented bench warmer. Her summer was for better things now. Like the way Aurélien's arm tightened around her whenever she moved. Or how Jules' kisses made her dizzy. Or whatever other adventures Europe had in store.

Four weeks left. The thought nagged at her. Maybe she should make the most of it - take a little detour before the semi-finals? Visit Lewis early, see what Silverstone was about? Or maybe hit up another city first, then see Lewis?

What about our French boys? her intrusive thoughts demanded. Can't just leave them hanging!

But she wouldn't be leaving, not really. Just… expanding her horizons. She'd be back for the semis, back to see which of them could make her toes curl faster. Besides, wasn't that the whole point of hot girl summer? Freedom to do whatever - and whoever - she wanted?

I'll tell them later, she decided. After I figure out where I want to go.

Aurélien mumbled something in French against her neck, pulling her closer.

But right now, she thought, closing her eyes, right now I'm exactly where I want to be.

______________________________________________

The Hamburg Arena hummed with pre-match energy as YN made her way through the VIP corridors. She spotted Aurélien talking to Cama, catching his wink when she waved.

Then she saw Jules - or rather, felt him before she saw him. He rounded the corner in his pre-match warmup gear, dreads pulled back, all focused energy until his eyes landed on her. That intense game face melted into a smile that made her legs wobble.

"There's my girl," he said, closing the distance between them. His hand found her waist immediately, guiding her toward a private alcove. There was something different about match-day Jules — a coiled energy that made him seem even more dangerous than usual.

"Are you doing okay?" His eyebrows creased with worry. "Auré told me you had an anxiety attack last night."

"Wow, you guys run your mouth too much," she snapped without thinking.

Jules let out a dark chuckle that made her stomach flip. "What part of 'our girl' don't you realize, YN? Of course, we're gonna talk about things regarding your well-being. Now, answer the question: are you good now?" His hands rubbed up and down her arms. YN nodded. "Open that pretty mouth of yours and use your words," Jules said, voice dropping into an authoritative tone that made her swoon.

Okay Daddy Jules, her intrusive thoughts purred. Oui, oui...

"Yes."

His grin was wicked. "I missed you. Did you miss me or did you have too much fun with Auré?"

"Yes, only a little bit though."

"Only a little bit?" His eyebrows rose. "Well, I guess I have to change your mind then." His lips captured hers again, one hand cradling her face. "You. Should. Spend. The. Night. With. Me." Each word punctuated with a kiss.

"I like that but..." she managed as his lips found her collarbone.

"But?" Those brown eyes looked up at her.

"I'm catching a flight... to London."

His eyebrows furrowed. "Want to visit your other man?"

"Nah, nah. Lewis is a friend. Yes he's fine as fuck but I don't do older guys. Not my type."

Jules chuckled. "Yeah, that's cool. Are you leaving me and Auré?"

"No, never, at least not right now. Four weeks from now, yes." She wrapped her arms around his neck. "But it'll be two days max. Hell, I don't think I'll even be there for the race. Just wanted to drop in and catch up and see his dog. Have you seen pictures of Roscoe? He's a cutie."

"I follow Lewis on Instagram. He's the GOAT."

Of course he does, she thought.

"But I'm happy you're coming back. It's good to explore different cities. Broaden your horizons." He waggled his eyebrows before kissing her again. "You told Auré?"

"No, not yet, but instead of one-on-one dinner... maybe something for the... uh... three of us?" His look said we're doing this? "No, not like that...." His eyes widened. "Maybe. We'll see. Just figured it'd be great to talk and chill before I'm off to London."

"Sounds good to me. Let's go before Coach has a conniption wondering where I am."

They walked back toward the locker room. Players and staff bustled around them, some nodding at Jules, others pretending not to notice how close he stayed to her. Outside the locker room doors, he turned to face her. The intensity in his eyes was different now - part pre-match focus, part something else entirely.

"See you after the match?"

"Of course."

He leaned down for one more kiss, this one slower, like he was trying to memorize the feel of her lips. Then he pulled back, that game-face sliding back into place as he disappeared into the locker room.

YN headed toward her seat, trying to focus on the match ahead and not on how dinner with both of them would go.

Focus on football, she told herself. But even she knew that was a lost cause.

______________________________________________

The match ended in a 0-0 draw against Portugal, and YN's two baguettes were visibly frustrated, discussing the game in rapid-fire French across the restaurant table.

"L'attaque était horrible!" (The attack was horrible!) Jules complained, stabbing at his salmon.

"On aurait dû gagner," (We should have won) Aurélien added, gesturing with his fork. "Ces putains d'arbitres..." (These fucking referees...)

They caught themselves, noticing YN quietly eating her steak.

"Sorry, belle," Aurélien switched to English. "How's your food?"

"Really good," she cut another piece of her medium-rare steak. "Though y'all are scary when you're mad."

"Not mad," Jules corrected. "Frustrated. Big difference."

"Speaking of differences," she started, "I'm heading to London tomorrow."

Aurélien took a sip of Coca-Cola. "To visit your man Lewis?"

Jules giggled - he'd made the same assumption earlier.

"He's just a friend," YN snapped. "And if he wasn't, I thought you didn't care anyway."

Aurélien glanced at Jules. "Son attitude? Elle est sérieuse?" (Her attitude? Is she serious?)

"Elle fait sa bratty," (She's being bratty) Jules replied as he spread his legs wider.

Their gazes cut to YN.

"My bad, belle," Aurélien said, making her smile. "You coming back?"

"To y'all - yes."

Aurélien's signature smirk appeared. "I like the sound of that."

They continued eating, YN appreciating the space across the table, though their long legs sandwiched hers underneath. When dessert came around, they split a chef sampler that included the best cheesecake YN ever had in her life - sorry mama!

As usual, the boys paid the bill and the walk back to her hotel was comfortable, both men flanking her sides as they strolled through Hamburg's evening streets. In the elevator, Jules pressed her floor while Aurélien's hand found its usual spot on her lower back.

They walked her to her door and YN reached up on her tip-toes to kiss Aurélien goodbye, but he gently pushed her back down.

"Aren't you gonna invite us in?" The hell?

"Yeah, we have to discuss something," Jules added.

YN glanced between them. "About? I have to pack, boys."

"We know and we'll even help." Aurélien said.

"Just five minutes," Jules promised.

"Max," added Aurélien.

YN muttered "okay" and let them in, Jules closing the door behind them.

"Your attitude's been trash lately," Aurélien started.

"What the hell?"

"If we're gonna be doing this, we shouldn't get snappy with each other. That only makes things worse. We know that seeing all the shit on the blogs is tough but there's a better way to voice your frustration," Jules said.

"Especially since it deals with all three of us," Aurélien added.

Uhn-uhn, not them giving you an intervention! her intrusive thoughts said.

Yeah, who do they think they are - you don't pay them to read you to filth like this, her rational thoughts agreed.

"Now hold on a second–"

"Let us finish, chérie," Jules held up a hand. "This is why you had that panic attack? The bullshit on the blogs?" Both sets of eyes bore into her until she nodded. "'Member what we said about using your words?"

I know this nigga is not...

"Yes - I had a panic attack because of that. Because of what may happen if they found out that I'm also hanging out with Aurélien."

The boys exchanged words in French. She really needed to get on her Zoom on Duolingo...

"Maybe you should hang out with one of us then? If you're scared of–" Jules started.

"No!" she surprised even herself. "We're not - I don't want to do that. I like Aurélien."

"Oh, belle," he said cockily, then sobered. "If it worries you though, it might be best. I don't want you to have another panic attack."

"We just have to be careful, okay?" she suggested. "Just be mindful of our surroundings. I don't want to stop hanging out with you, Aurélien. Really."

More French consultation, then Jules: "Okay, if you think that's best. We just be careful then."

"So maybe no more matches?" Aurélien said. Before YN could protest, he continued, "because they will keep trying to figure out who you're with, so no more matches and we hang out in each other's rooms. Sounds good?"

"Good," Jules said.

"Fine," YN replied defiantly, folding her arms.

Aurélien kissed his teeth. "Your fucking attitude."

"I swear," Jules shook his head. "We may have to do something about it."

"We might," Aurélien agreed, their gazes turning hungry. YN gulped.

"Take a seat on the bed, chérie," Jules commanded. YN remained frozen. "What did I say?" The bass in his voice made her sit immediately on the edge.

"Take off your shoes then scoot up to the headboard," Aurélien said. Again she froze until his arched eyebrow basically said I know you heard me loud and clear.

She did as told, removing her mules and scooting back against the headboard. Jules and Aurélien toed off their sneakers, the soft thuds against the floor echoing in the room. She couldn't quite believe what was happening. The way they moved — their confidence, the unspoken understanding between them — made her breath catch in her throat.

Jules was the first to climb onto the bed, taking his place on her left. Aurélien followed, settling on her right. They were close enough that their warmth seeped into her skin, their combined presence intoxicating.

"You can back out at any time," Jules murmured, his voice low and soothing as his hand rested lightly on her knee. "We won’t push you to do anything you don’t want."

"Whatever you want," Aurélien added.

YN swallowed, trying to calm the swirl of emotions in her chest. She didn’t feel pressured — just overwhelmed in the best way possible. "Just kissing…for right now," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Because anything besides that, I think I might combust...

Both men nodded, their acceptance of her boundaries making her exhale in relief.

Jules leaned in first, tilting her chin gently with his fingers. His lips brushed against hers, warm and soft, the kiss starting slow. YN sighed into him, her hands hesitantly resting on his chest. Jules then deepened the kiss, his thumb caressing her cheek, coaxing small, breathy moans from her lips.

Aurélien’s hand slid up her thigh, staying over her clothes but sending sparks through her body. She broke the kiss with Jules, turning toward Aurélien, who was already leaning in. His kiss was firmer, more demanding, his hand coming up to cradle the back of her neck as he took control. YN moaned into his mouth, her body tingling as his thumb traced slow circles against her nape.

The feel of both their hands on her, their energy so different yet equally electrifying, had her melting. Jules pressed a kiss to the side of her neck while Aurélien nibbled gently on her lower lip, pulling away just enough to murmur against her mouth, "You know I should spank you for talking to me like that at the restaurant, don’t you?"

YN’s eyes widened. His tone was teasing, but the heat in his gaze said he meant every word.

Aurélien smirked as he kissed her again, this time slower, savoring the moment. "But I’ll save that for another time," he added, his words a rumble against her lips.

That sounds like a promise, sir! her intrusive thoughts chimed in, but she pushed it aside.

Even though she had a really nice — and it was really nice — time with Enzo and Carina, doing two guys at once was too much for her at the moment, yet that didn't go without saying that she hadn't dreamt about it, dreamt about them.

For now, this was enough. This was perfect.

Jules' hands slipped up to cup her breasts over her blouse, his touch confident but not demanding. Aurélien followed suit, his large hand settling on her waist, his thumb brushing the edge of her rib cage.

YN let herself get lost in the sensations — their mouths on hers, their hands exploring. Her moans filled the space between kisses, soft gasps escaping as they found ways to make her tremble under their attention.

Aurélien broke the kiss, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "You’re incredible, belle. Perfect."

Jules hummed his agreement, pressing a lingering kiss to her jawline. "Just say the word, and we’ll stop," he reminded her.

YN shook her head, her voice breathy as she replied, "Don’t stop. Not yet."

And with that, she gave herself over to the moment, letting their kisses and touches drown out every doubt. For now, she didn’t have to think about anything else — just the feeling of being cherished by both of them, right here and now.

The heat in the room thickened as their hands and lips explored, each movement a blend of curiosity and simmering passion. YN found herself caught between their bodies, Jules’ lips brushing against her neck while Aurélien captured her mouth in a kiss that left her breathless. Her hands, trembling with a mix of nervousness and desire, wandered over Jules’ toned chest. Her fingertips skimmed over his defined muscles before dipping lower, where she felt his erection straining against her touch.

Jules let out a low groan, his lips momentarily pausing on her neck. His eyes fluttered shut as her hand pressed more firmly. "Should I stop?" she asked, her hand stilling.

Jules shook his head, his voice rough with desire. "You’re good," he assured her. His words sent a thrill through her, and she bit her lower lip, the action catching Aurélien’s attention.

Aurélien pulled back slightly, his dark eyes searching her face. "You good?" he asked, his voice soft yet firm.

"No sex tonight," YN declared, her voice steady despite the warmth pooling in her stomach.

Both men nodded immediately, their agreement firm. "No sex," Aurélien echoed, his lips brushing her cheek.

"But…" she started, her voice trailing off. Jules raised a curious brow, silently encouraging her to continue. "I wouldn’t mind more kissing… and touching. If you’re okay with that."

Aurélien smirked, his hand cupping her face. "You should already know that I’m down," he teased, causing her and Jules to chuckle softly.

Jules grinned, his hand brushing lightly over her waist. "That’s fine. This is all about you, chérie."

"Exactly," Aurélien agreed, his warm gaze settling on her.

YN’s lips curved into a half-nervous, half-excited smile as she let their words sink in. "Good," she said, feeling a surge of boldness. Her eyes flicked between them before she clapped her hands playfully. "So… take off your pants. And those drawers."

Aurélien let out a laugh, his brow arching in mock indignation. "Damn, not you treating us like your little sluts," he joked, but he slid off the bed nonetheless. Jules followed, both of them making quick work of their clothing.

Aurélien unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, letting them drop to the floor. His shirt followed next, revealing his broad shoulders and toned chest, and then his boxers, leaving him gloriously bare. Jules mirrored his actions, peeling away his shirt, then his jeans and briefs in one fluid motion.

Both men stood before her, naked and unapologetically confident, their skin glistening under the dim lighting. The way their muscles flexed as they moved, the unapologetic confidence in their stances.

Bless you, Lord…

Bless Him indeed, praised her intrusive thoughts.

YN couldn’t stop her appreciative gaze from lingering. She exhaled deeply, her hands trembling slightly as she began to undress herself. First, her pants slid off, pooling around her ankles. Then came her halterneck top, revealing her bare shoulders and curves. Her panties were next, followed by the pasties she had carefully applied earlier. By the time she was finished, both men were back on the bed, flanking her sides as before.

"Okay, don’t make this awkward," she muttered, her cheeks warming at the vulnerable position she was in.

Aurélien chuckled, leaning in close to brush his lips against hers. "You’re the one making it awkward," he teased before capturing her mouth in a deep kiss.

"Very awkward," Jules added with a grin, his lips finding her neck again, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down her spine.

Her hands moved on instinct, exploring them both — Aurélien’s firm chest and the ripple of Jules’ abs. Their touches grew bolder as well, Jules’ hands cupping her breast firmly while Aurélien’s lips wandered to her collarbone. YN’s head fell back against the headboard, a soft moan escaping her lips as their attention left her dizzy.

Jules gripped her jaw gently, tilting her face toward him so he could claim her lips. His kiss was deep, deliberate, his lips moving against hers with intoxicating intensity. Meanwhile, Aurélien scooted lower on the bed, his mouth latching onto her breast. The warmth of his tongue flicking over her nipple sent jolts of pleasure coursing through her, and she arched into his touch, her body responding instinctively to the sensations.

Jules’ free hand wandered downward, his fingers skimming the curve of her thigh before massaging the soft flesh with firm, slow circles. His touch was unhurried, as though he was savoring every second. With a gentle nudge, he pushed her thighs apart wider, creating more space for him to explore. His fingers grazed the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, his knuckles brushing against her clit in the faintest tease that made her gasp against his mouth.

"Can I touch you here?" Jules asked, his lips brushing against hers as his hand hovered at her center, waiting for her permission.

"Yes…" YN breathed, her voice trembling with need as her hips arched slightly, granting him better access. At the same moment, Aurélien’s mouth moved to her other breast, his teeth grazing her nipple before his tongue soothed the sting. The combined sensations left her head spinning, her body aflame with desire.

Jules’ fingers pressed against her folds, sliding through her wetness. He hissed softly, his reaction sending a thrill through her. "You’re so wet," he murmured, his lips barely moving from hers.

"How wet is she?" Aurélien asked, pulling back from her breasts, his voice rich with curiosity and amusement.

Jules didn’t hesitate, his hand moving briefly from her body. "Soaked," he replied, holding up his fingers, which glistened with her arousal. Without thinking, he brought them to her lips. YN didn’t need instruction — she opened her mouth, her tongue flicking over his fingers before she sucked them clean, her gaze locked with his.

"Putain," Jules muttered, his brown eyes darkened with lust as he stared at her. There was a raw hunger in his gaze, an intensity that made her shiver under his scrutiny. She moaned softly when his fingers slipped from her mouth, her body still tingling from the taste of herself on his skin.

"You sure this isn’t weird?" she managed to say, the words slipping out before she could stop them. Foot, meet mouth, yet again.

Aurélien chuckled lowly, his large hands sliding up to cup her waist. "Yes. Now be quiet and enjoy it," he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The logical part of her brain — the one still vaguely aware of social norms — tried to remind her of the surreal nature of the situation, how the two of them had undoubtedly seen each other naked countless times before, not to mention this clearly wasn’t their rodeo. But that thought quickly dissolved when Jules silenced her with another kiss, this one gentler, almost reassuring, yet no less passionate.

Aurélien’s fingers joined the mix, his touch grazing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh before moving to where Jules had left off. Jules’ hand slid downward again, his touch more assertive now, parting her folds with practiced ease. His fingers stroked her clit in small, deliberate circles while Aurélien’s fingers plunged into her slowly, stretching her.

The two worked in sync, their movements seamless and perfectly timed, as though they’d rehearsed this. Jules’ fingers teased her clit with increasing pressure while Aurélien’s plunged deeper, curling slightly to hit just the right spot that made her cry out, her hips rolling to meet their touch as the pleasure built to a near-overwhelming peak.

Aurélien’s lips found her neck again, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot just below her ear. "You feel so good," he murmured, his voice low and reverent. His fingers quickened their pace, his thumb brushing against her clit in time with Jules’ movements.

Jules watched her intently, his free hand tracing lazy patterns over her thigh while his other continued its rhythm. "This is all for you, chérie," he whispered, his voice laced with heat. "Just cum."

YN’s breaths came out in ragged pants, her body trembling as the sensations threatened to consume her. She was lost to the pleasure, her mind a haze of touch and desire and soft, murmured words. "I can’t…" she gasped, her back arching off the bed.

"You can," Aurélien assured her, his lips brushing against her jaw as his fingers hit that spot again. "And you will."

With a strangled cry, YN finally gave in, her body shuddering violently as waves of pleasure washed over her. Jules and Aurélien didn’t let up, their hands guiding her through the high until her body relaxed, boneless and sated between them. Both of them leaned down to kiss her softly — Aurélien on her cheek, Jules on her lips.

YN slowly came down from her orgasmic high, her body resettling after the aftershocks had dissipated. Letting out a sigh, she glanced down and spotted their erections – both of them still hard beyond measure, desperate for release.

"Should I suck–"

"No," Aurélien said whilst Jules simultaneously shook his head.

"I’m fine," added Jules. "We’re good."

Her eyes traveled back onto their penises. Don’t look fine to me… "You sure?"

"Positive," they said in unison.

"There’s always next time," said Aurélien as he slipped off the bed, grabbing his phone before making his way to the bathroom. "I’ll be back."

And with that, he closed the door behind him and YN was briefly consumed with her thoughts.

Kinda mean to have him rub one out when you have perfectly capable mouth and hands. Shameful, her intrusive thoughts chided.

No - you stood your ground on your boundaries. This is a win-win situation, countered her rational thoughts.

"If you keep staring at it, you’ll just make it harder," Jules’ voice pulled her out of her reverie and her gaze connected with his. As usual, Jules was cool and collected – relaxing comfortably in bed with his arms tucked behind his head.

"What?"

"My dick," he explained. "Keep staring at it like that and it’ll just get harder. Come ‘ere and cuddle."

Ooh, yes!

YN smiled brightly at his words and scooted beside him, snuggling deep into his side and hummed when he wrapped his arms around her.

"Are you doing okay?" he wondered after a few silent moments of her lying on his chest. "I know that this is a lot for you, but I want to make sure you’re good with…everything….Auré and I at the same time."

"I’m good, Jules."

"Seriously?"

YN lifted her head up from his chest to stare at him. "Yeah…just getting used to it. The possibility of–"

"Fucking us both?"

Even though that was exactly what she thinking, it still made her cheeks warm upon hearing it aloud. This time that they’ve spent together was nice and it did make her curious about how she could handle being so…full. Unlike her disastrous – and perhaps questionable – porn choices, no one has had the pleasure of being inside her other hole. Not like there hasn’t been any instances on trying; it just never panned out correctly. Perhaps she wasn’t doing it the right way (as if one needed extra instruction on anal sex) or maybe it wasn’t with the right partner (which seemed like the case). Either way, she never given it much thought besides now, that is.

"How did you guys do it before? With that girl from Bordeaux?"she wondered and Jules’ eyebrows furrowed. "I just want to know the positions–"

"We Eiffel Tower’d her." Direct. To the point. No hesitation.

YN tried to suppress a giggle at the double entendre, but failed miserably and a small chortle managed to escape. "Two French guys Eiffel Towering a girl?"

Jules dawned onto the gist of what she was saying and he even let out a chuckle himself. "I know, the joke writes itself." Then, he cleared his throat and exhaled a breath. "I mean….shit…we were so young. No anal sex though, just her mouth and pussy. We can just do that if it makes you more comfortable."

Interesting. "Have you tried it before?"

"Once," he said, the edges of his mouth curving upwards into a mischievous grin as he reminisced. "Not a personal fave, but lots of lube can help with that."

Then, they heard the toilet flush followed by the sounds of running water. Seconds later, Aurélien made his way out of the bathroom and sauntered over to the bed, sliding back onto his side as if he never left.

"You good, bébé?" Her overly caring — lover? situationship? — asked as one of his hands trailed down her spine.

"Yes," YN said, doing her darnedest to not moan as he caressed her soft skin, yet she did allow a shiver to go down her body upon feeling his slightly damp fingers.

"YN's curious about anal sex," said Jules, and she shot him a warning look, which caused him to laugh.

"You’re a freaky girl," was all Aurélien said as his hand continued its route downwards, moving from her back to the top of her ass. "I don’t think you’re ready for all of that yet."

"How do you know if I’m ready for all of that?" she retorted, accusingly, turning over to the other side to give him her full attention.

Instead of answering verbally, Aurélien’s hand skimmed lightly over her ass cheeks and then gently coaxed them apart until he came in contact with her virgin anus. She flinched at the feeling, and Aurélien scoffed.

"You’re not ready for all of that," he repeated then moved his hand to her lower back. YN rolled her eyes despite herself and a grin appeared on his annoyingly handsome face.

"Anyways," she started, turning around once more to Jules. "what time is it? I should get some things packed."

Jules removed one hand from behind his head to grab his phone from the other bedside table, tapping the screen to check the time. "Almost midnight."

Shit. She had six hours before she had to be up and ready to head to the airport.

With a groan, YN carefully slipped out of bed, scooting all the way down to the bottom edge and then walking over to the closet to take out her carry-on. Meanwhile, the boys didn’t move an inch – just lounged there like the sexy predators they embodied, naked as the day they were born.

"I’m surprised that you guys didn’t put on clothes or boxers…something," she muttered as she began to rifle through the closet for clothes to wear in England.

"We saw each other naked too many times to count," Aurélien said as he picked up his phone to scroll mindlessly through it. "Why? Should we put on some clothes?"

"I think she might be kicking us out," proclaimed Jules as he watched her pack then unpack her clothing selection from his side of the bed. "Pack a jacket, chérie. It’s supposed to be fourteen degrees Celsius in London tomorrow."

Celsius? What? "Huh?" That definitely made her halt her movements.

"Ah, you gotta say it in American, JK," explained Aurélien with an amused chuckle.

Jules muttered a curse under his breath. "Fifty-seven degrees your temperature."

Then why don’t they just say that? "Oh, thanks." YN scanned her closet for that jean jacket her mama packed, found it, and then place it inside the carry-on – along with another coord set, a maxi dress, two linen shirts, a pair of jeans, her mules, and some underwear. Doing the most for two days, of course. Always. But she needed options. "And for the record, I’m not kicking y’all out. Just…noticing."

"Noticing bad or noticing good?" This came from Aurélien, who finally shifted his gaze away from whatever he was watching on his phone to her.

YN shrugged nonchalantly. "Just noticing." Both of them let out a barely audible utterance. Hmm… "Sleepover?"

"Always."

"Of course."

Satisfied with both her clothing choices and their answers, YN decided to leave packing her skincare and makeup until tomorrow morning then grabbed her bonnet from the dresser and place it over her head before padding inside the bathroom to do her nightly routine.

She cleaned her face quickly, removing her makeup and then brushing her teeth. YN pulled on an oversized t-shirt and panties after she left the bathroom, climbing back into bed and in her designated spot in the middle.

They popped on her like grease out of a pan – arms wrapping around her (they definitely rehearsed that move), lips on either side of her neck, phones forgotten. The urban nightlife filtered through the windows, its sounds and lights scattered across the room to create the perfect ambiance as YN basked in being sandwiched between the two of them, enjoying the way both of their bodies molded next to hers, their scent wafting through her nostrils.

I could get used to this.

"Night, boys."

"Night, chérie." A little grumble from Jules, cuddling close.

"Bonne nuit, bébé." A low, yet deep murmur from Aurélien.

Her boys. YN flashed a wide grin in the dark, feeling cozy and relaxed. With the warmth surrounding her, she let sleep take over, happily drifting into dreamland.

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The alarm blaring jolted YN awake. She found herself sandwiched between Jules and Aurélien, both still deep in sleep.

"Turn it off," Aurélien groaned.

"Working on it," she sassed back, looking around the room. "If I could find it…"

Her phone had somehow ended up in her purse near the armchair. Among her notifications:

LewLew Bean: Text when you land tomorrow x. Roscoe's excited to see you!

BallerAlert: YN_YLN's ex-boyfriend spotted with Victoria's Secret model at LA hotspot

She chuckled at how they didn't even use Damari's name anymore.

"Where you going?" Aurélien's hand caught her wrist as she headed to the bathroom.

"Getting ready for my flight or did you forget?"

He kissed his teeth, muttering something before rolling over. Jules continued snoring, pillow still covering his head.

They're annoying, she thought, watching them sleep, but damn if they aren't cute. After last night, everything felt… different. Maybe juggling two French best friends wasn't as complicated as she'd thought.

After showering and packing her toiletries, she pulled on her airport fit - half-zip pullover, cropped tee, wide-leg sweats. She was lacing up her Nikes when they finally stirred.

"Morning, Sleeping Beauties."

"Morning."

"Mmmhmm."

"We can order breakfast before I go."

"Boo," Aurélien pouted.

Jules giggled, licking his lips. "Sounds like a plan."

While Aurélien used one of the hotel toothbrushes, Jules beckoned YN over with a crooked finger. Like a good girl, she sashayed to his side of the bed, letting him guide her down until they were eye-level.

His lips met hers softly - the kind of kiss that said don't forget us. All gentle pressure and sweet promise.

"Be safe over there," he murmured, fingers trailing from her shoulders to her neck, thumb stroking her cheek. "I don't know if I like your hair better up or down." He studied her low-maintenance bun.

"I prefer it down," Aurélien said as he returned to his side of the bed.

"Yeah, might be my favorite too," Jules agreed before heading to brush his teeth.

They shared breakfast - eggs, pastries, fruit - stealing bites from each other's plates like they'd done this a hundred times.

After getting dressed, they followed her as she got on the elevator, their hands filled with her bags. Both men hugged her goodbye in the lobby - Jules kissed her forehead while Aurélien squeezed her waist.

"See you Sunday," she promised.

"See you, cherie." Jules' response was sweet as usual, his eyes filled with longing.

"Don't have too much fun with Lewis," Aurélien said with a wink - ever the jokester but YN could tell that he was going to miss her too.

She gathered her carry-on and tote, handing them off to the driver before slipping inside the back seat, watching them wave as her Uber then pulled away.

Different, she thought again. But good different.

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"You really didn't have to pick me up," YN said as Lewis loaded her carry-on into his Mercedes SUV.

"Please, what kind of host would I be?"

A fine as hell one, her intrusive thoughts noted, appreciating how his t-shirt stretched across his shoulders. But for once, the attraction stayed purely aesthetic - like admiring art in a museum. No urge to touch, just respect for the craftsmanship.

A happy bark interrupted her thoughts. Roscoe's wrinkled face appeared between the front seats, tongue lolling out.

"Oh my god, he's even cuter in person!" She reached back to scratch behind his ears. The bulldog immediately flopped into her touch, making Lewis laugh.

"He's usually shy with new people." Lewis glanced over as he pulled onto the motorway. "You must be special."

"Nah, animals just know good people. Right, Roscoe?"

Another enthusiastic bark.

"So," Lewis's gap-toothed smile flashed, "tell me about these French boys of yours."

YN groaned, but found herself smiling. There was something comfortable about Lewis - like talking to a friend who'd seen it all and judged none of it.

"Well," she settled in for the drive, Roscoe's head now resting on her arm. "Last night was... interesting."

"Oh?"

"Let's just say there was some three-way kissing involved..."

"Holy shit!" Lewis nearly swerved. "You really out here living your best life!"

"The French are wild though."

"And you're just now figuring this out?"

Frank Ocean's "Pink + White" played softly as they drove through London's posh neighborhoods. Finally, they pulled up to a stunning Georgian house, complete with climbing vines and white gravel drive.

"This is so British," YN marveled, following Roscoe up the path.

The door opened to reveal a petite white woman with cropped hair. "This must be YN!"

"This is my mum, Carmen," Lewis said casually, slipping inside with her bags in tow.

First I'm staying here, now I'm meeting his mother? Does she think we're—

GURRRRLLLL! her intrusive thoughts screeched.

"Hi Miss Carmen," YN opened her arms for a hug, breathing in cookies and peonies - the most British smell ever.

"Come in! How was your flight?" Carmen ushered her inside. The house was gorgeous - checkerboard foyer tiles, winding staircase, wainscoting, and family photos everywhere. The kitchen was all navy cabinets, marble counters, and brass fixtures. "I've made some lunch. Would you like fish and chips?"

"I love fish and chips!" YN burst out enthusiastically, making Carmen's eyebrows shoot up. "Sorry, I tend to get—"

"Don't apologize. I love the enthusiasm. It's cod, okay?"

"Sounds good." Carmen plated the food and set it before YN. "Thank you, ma'am."

"Oh, you're so polite. And pretty."

Lewis finally appeared, leaning against the counter. "I'll show you your bedroom in a second. How is it?"

"She didn't try it yet, love." Carmen urged YN to take a bite. The fish was perfectly seasoned. Carmen beamed at her reaction. "It's my famous seasoning blend. Bit different than what you'd expect from a pub, but it's good right?"

"So good," YN agreed, trying the fries. Then YN's foot-in-mouth disease struck: "So… who do you think I am to Lewis?"

"I know you two are good friends," Carmen smiled. "Besides, this one is making me wait to become a grandmother unfortunately."

"You have Roscoe, Mum," Lewis said with a small smile playing on his lips.

"A human grandchild would be nice."

"You have those too. Four of them to be exact," Lewis pointed out.

"I want more!"

"And you will. When I retire."

"In three years!" Carmen harrumphed.

YN shrugged, taking another fry. "I mean, you are forty with no kids. Seems sus."

Lewis's jaw dropped while Carmen cheered. "Thank you!"

"He needs a nice woman to date. None of those model types. We've been there, done that too many times over," his mother continued.

"Maybe a businesswoman?" YN suggested.

"Ooh yes! Do you know any single women, preferably ages thirty-two to thirty-seven?"

"Okay, mum, that's enough. YN's not here to play matchmaker."

"I do, actually," YN said, making them both exclaim: "Really?!"

"I mean, she's divorced and has two kids - six-year-old twins but they're so cute and well-behaved."

"I don't know about becoming a stepdad," Lewis said apprehensively. "I don't want to overstep."

"Lewis, love, you're so great with kids!" Carmen insisted.

I think she's just willing to take on anyone at this moment.

"What she look like?" Lewis asked.

"Oh? You're taking it seriously?"

He shrugged. "Just curious, is all."

"Mmhmm," YN took out her phone, opened Instagram, and typed in 'Sabine Wurley', her label's A&R exec - a gorgeous Trini-Canadian with toffee skin, doe eyes, and all the Caribbean curves to match.

"Holy shit she's gorgeous," Carmen gasped.

"She's nice looking," Lewis said flatly. YN stared at him like he had three heads. "Give me her number."

"If I'm going to throw the alley-oop, don't fuck up her heart. I love Sab a lot."

"I won't."

"Promise me," YN pressed. "I'm deadass."

"Fine, fine, I promise. Dang."

YN forwarded the contact with a smirk. Sabine and Lewis? She could work with that.

🌹🇫🇷 Group Chat:

Aurélien 🌹 Miss you already 😘 These hotel beds are too big without you

Jules 🇫🇷 Speak for yourself. I'm spread out like a starfish

YN Y'all are so dramatic 🙄

Aurélien 🌹 Says the one who needed us both to sleep last night

Jules 🇫🇷 Exactly. Training bout to start. Talk soon.

YN Have fun! Be careful...

Jules 🇫🇷 You worried about us? Cute.

Aurélien 🌹 Very cute. Tell Lewis we said hi but not too enthusiastically 😏

YN smiled at her phone, scrolling through the group chat with her French baguettes. Twenty-four hours felt longer than it should.

Girl, you're down BAD, her intrusive thoughts teased as she pocketed her phone, letting Roscoe lead her around Silverstone's paddock. The bulldog stopped to sniff literally everything before finally choosing the perfect patch of grass.

"Is that YN?"

"Who's she?"

"The singer!"

"Why does she have Roscoe?"

The paddock photographers weren't confused at all - their cameras clicked away while she tried to wrangle an overexcited bulldog who'd spotted another driver's water bottle.

"Roscoe, no — that's not yours!" She tugged gently at his leash.

Too busy texting Jules back ("Show them what that ass do 😏"), she crashed right into someone in an orange racing suit - McLaren? "Oh shit, sorry!"

"No worries!" Blue eyes crinkled as he smiled. "I'm Lando."

She introduced herself politely, taking in his cute boyish features. Her horn-o-meter, usually quick to jump for any attractive man with an accent, stayed firmly at 0. Maybe she was catching feelings for her French boys if this British cutie wasn't doing it for her.

Or maybe, her intrusive thoughts suggested, you just have a type now: tall, dark, and speaks French.

Back at the Mercedes garage, Lewis scooped her into a hug. "Thanks for dog duty."

Rosa, his comms personnel, led Roscoe to his bed in the corner while Lewis started suiting up for qualifying.

"Good energy today," he said, zipping up his race suit. "I can feel it."

"You sound just like my mama with all this energy talk."

"Your mama knows what's up then."

YN rolled her eyes, checking her phone again.

"Missing the French boys already?"

"Mind your business!"

"Not very hot girl summer of you," he teased, pulling on his gloves. "Thought you weren't catching feelings?"

"I'm not!" But even she heard the uncertainty in her voice. A little 'missing you' doesn't mean anything, right?

Whatever you say, both her intrusive and rational thoughts weren't too convinced.

"Mhmm. Sure." He grinned. "Keep telling yourself that while you check your phone every two minutes."

"Shouldn't you be focusing on qualifying?"

"I am. And you're focusing on your messages from Jules and Aurélien."

She watched him qualify - still clueless about what was happening but proud of his P4 position based on everyone's reactions. But even as the garage celebrated, her mind wandered to Hamburg, wondering if her French boys were doing well at practice.

After qualifying, YN and Lewis walked arm in arm through the paddock, Roscoe trotting beside them. She pretended not to notice the cameras clicking or hear the whispers.

"They'd really lose it if they knew about your French situation," Lewis murmured.

"Don't you dare—"

"I would never. But it's funny watching them try to figure out who you're with."

Back at his place, they ordered Indian takeout and sprawled on his massive couch, Roscoe snoring between them.

"You're leaving early tomorrow?"

"Miss my boys," she admitted, shoving another piece of naan in her mouth.

"Oh, really?" he teased, but his smile was kind. "Though I once drove six hours just to see this model for like... two hours max."

"Lewis Hamilton, you dog!"

"I heard women do crazy things when they're dickmatized."

"I am NOT dickmatized!" She threw a pillow at him. "I just... miss them."

"Mhmm." His knowing look said everything. "It's cool though. Young, free, exploring. Just be careful with those feelings."

"I know." She got up to hug him, ready to head to her room to tuck in for the night. "Good luck tomorrow. Show these young boys how it's done."

"Always do." But she could tell he was a bit sad she'd miss the race. "Text me when you land?"

"Of course. And thanks for... everything."

"Anytime, Lil' Bit."

She pretended not to notice how soft his smile was. Lewis Hamilton, seven-time world champion, was a whole teddy bear underneath all that swagger.

_______________________________________________

The next morning, scrolling through her phone in the airport lounge, she saw:

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"Now boarding flight 2847 to Hamburg…"

She made he way to board her plane and settled into her aisle seat, already thinking about seeing Jules and Aurélien, when a deep voice interrupted:

"Excuse me, that's my window seat."

YN looked up - and up - into warm brown eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses. The stranger was gorgeous in that intellectual way - tall and lean but solid, perfect fade, skin like dark honey, full lips curled in a gentle smile. His navy Tom Ford suit and Cartier watch screamed tenured professor with family money.

Her horn-o-meter jumped to 9.

Another one for the roster? her intrusive thoughts suggested.

Finally, not an athlete, her rational side approved.

"Javaughn Taylor," he introduced himself as he settled in, his Northeast accent surprising her. "Heading to Hamburg for work."

"YN," she replied. "What kind of work?"

"A conference. Economics at Hamburg University. I teach at Columbia."

They talked the whole flight - about music (he played jazz piano), books (they both loved Octavia Butler), travel (he'd just been to Cape Town). His laugh was rich, his intelligence obvious but not showy. He really reminded her of that hot professor everyone had a crush on in college but never dared to approach.

When they landed, she had his number and a flutter in her stomach that had nothing to do with turbulence.

The universe really testing my French situation, she thought, watching him stride away in those perfectly tailored trousers.

TO BE CONTINUED......

[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?”

[pavardscherie]

Can you write for Jules kounde where y/n is on the girls Real Madrid team and they get into a argument because he wants to support barca female team since it’s his team as well so she tells him just to not go at all and he ends up going and he’s wearing her jersey and she dedicates a goal to him? (This is weirdly specific💀)

Anyways stay safe <3

switching jersey, jules kounde

⤷ pairing: jules kounde x female reader ⤷ summary: you have an important match against the female barca team, and jules is completely on the wrong side. after an argument, you don't expect him to even come to your match and support you, but things change quickly.

⤷ izzy's talk: come in and be as specific as possible haha. it only takes longer for me to write because i try to make it as close as possible so it's not the open-minded writing haha. hope you like it!

⤷ requests are open.

hate was such a strong word, and it combined the entirety of bad feelings for someone. but you didn't hate jules for the decision and statements he made. you just could not understand how easy it was to decline you the support you needed. barcelona was his team, no matter if female or male. and it was somewhere understandable that he chose them over your team if he would not be in a relationship with you.

you went to his games, wearing his jersey, and letting the fans in the stands see to whom you belonged. yet, he refused to do the exact same thing for you. it made you furious, the anger bubbled in the pit of your stomach. for merely a second, you even regretted how often you bought a ticket to a game, and surprised him. hidden between the fans, wearing his jersey and waving wildly when he came close enough.

but there was no time left to think about what happened, the referee already walked onto the pitch, accompanied by his three assistants for the important match. it pained you deeply, the misunderstanding between jules and you, and the lack of support, you were allowed to feel. but as the most important striker on the team, you couldn't lose your head. you had to focus on the enemy team, on scoring a goal, and winning the fifth game in a row.

the private life, your relationship, it had to vanish for at least ninety minutes. unnecessary problems had to disappear to assure your excellence was on the pitch. but the first half passed way too quickly. mostly tackled by the enemies, the last chance to keep you away from scoring a goal.

barcelona was the greatest enemy of real madrid. they occupied the first place in the chart currently, and you desperately wanted to change the spots with them. second was good, but not the perfect place. the team you were surrounded with found a better way into the second half. as soon as the referee blew the whistle, the midfielders captured the ball and pushed the barcelona females back into the defense line. to win the game ultimately, you needed at least one goal. two would make it a clear statement. anything above that would be hilarious but also, closed the gap between the first and second place quicker.

twenty minutes into the second half, the right defense players kicked the ball across the midfield, and it fell perfectly into your run. outplaying one, and then a second defensive player, it was you against the goalkeeper. close to the right post, you decided to try for the far post and kicked the ball with the inner surface of your shoe.

the ball flew through the air, bouncing once before the goalline, and jumping straight into the net. the lead goal was scored in the seventy-first minute by you, closing the gap between the two spots in the chart and only being one point behind Barcelona. running towards the corner where the fans already waved their flags, jumped up and down and shouted your name, you raised your arms in the air.

with a wide smile spread across your face, your eyes still skimmed the stands filled with fans in real madrid jersey's for the one familiar face. the features, you could remember with your eyes closed, and the curve of the lips, you loved so dearly.

disappointed filled your empty stomach, the familiar face didn't appear in the crowds. you knew, jules said he wouldn't attend the game because it would be against part of his. it felt like a betrayal to him, but in the end, he chose to betray you. letting your arms fall to the sides, your teammates reached your spot in the corners and jumped on your back. engulfed in a tight hug, you forced yourself to keep the smile on your lips while your squinted gaze hasn't given up on jules yet.

and how lucky you were that your orbs decided against the sadness, and never stop searching. a plastic cup in one of his hands, jules jogged down the stairs in a hurry. the goal happened exactly in the moment when he decided to get a drink. the tightened throat felt dry after shouting your name multiple times, and singing the songs with the real madrid fans. the circle around you dissolved, the team scattered across the field and onto their positions once again to play out the rest of the second half.

yet, you stay for a couple of seconds longer, the corners of your mouth curled further upwards. a smile that glistened with satisfaction and happiness at the sight of him, wearing the all-too-familiar colors of real madrid. turning on the staircase, your name was written in capital letters on his back, and you couldn't help yourself but giggle about it.

slowly talking backward after the barcelona fans already started shouting for you to stop wasting time, you raised your arms and created a heart with your hands towards jules. the goal, you scored a minute ago, was for him. it has always been for him, even if he would have decided against coming to the match.

fortunately, jules changed his mind. decided against being for Barcelona because he played at the same club. nothing mattered more than the kind of bond, he shared with you. and his attendance increased your will to reach the top of the table, just like he and his teammates currently did.

the eagerness of your movements, the gestures of your arms and hands, infected your teammates and the ball came flying forward much more often than attempting to dribble against one of the barcelona females. the clock hit the eighty-eight minute, almost reaching the final whistle of the game, when another perfect ball was played towards you.

running with the ball attached to your foot, you dribbled against the same two defensive players, you outplayed for the first goal. and it happened for a second time. they could not stop you, and neither could the goalkeeper when the ball hit the bar on the inside and flew into the goal. a second time.

immediately, you ran towards the corners, searching for the familiar face of jules, and finding him within seconds. he fought his way towards the front of the crowd, the plastic cup still in his hand but other liquids poured across the jersey from the celebrating people behind him. leaving the pitch, which would result in a booking, you jumped to at least give your boyfriend a successful high-five for the perfect goal scored.

"this one was for you, only you!" you shouted over the loud music, and the screams of the fans. pointing the fingers of your left hand at him, you used your other to send a kiss straight his way. jules watched it in the middle of the air, holding his hand close to his heart. the little gesture meant more than the loud shouts of the fans, celebrating their striker and the win of their team against such a strong enemy.

when you returned to the pitch, you received the booking for leaving the pitch without allowance but shrugged off the yellow card. glancing over your shoulder towards the crowd, jules had the plastic cup between his lips, holding it tightly with his teeth and using his hands to show you a heart. just like you did, when the first goal was scored and his attendance caught you by surprise.

[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.

[lilirari]

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ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ꩜⋆ barça version bc it's barça day today + we won against porto !! happy barça day <33 also guys, i think ter stegen's bringing the chilli.. not too sure though.

© LILIRARI, 2023 ★

[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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[sinflowersugar]

Black reader here looking to read all the fics.

black writers who write for footballers check in 🫶🏾🖤

[saturnville]

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.”

[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.

[saturnville]

there's something about the way you write jules that's *chef's kiss*

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!!!

TAGLIST: @hopefulromantic1 @lettersofgold @sinflowersugar @perfecttrashface @peyiswriting @certifiedlesbianbaddie @niahxo @julescpu @chaoticcoffeequeen @greedyjudge2 @yeea-nah @saturnville @taytropicana @trentswrld @cranberryjulce @vile-harlot @2serenity0 @elyseesarchive @f1-football-fiend

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.”

[footballerimaginess]

For your Olympics fic, I'd like to suggest Jules Kounde, Trent Alexander Arnold and Ferran Torres 👀

Thank you! I’ll add them to the poll x

[misamoresanfield]

More than you could ever know🤍 - Jules Koundé

Summary: You and your boyfriend Jules are on a beautiful date which he organised. Things get even better than you could've have ever imagined when he asks you a very important question.

Warnings: None

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It was finally time to get ready for your date. Your boyfriend had organised a special day for you both as it was his time off. Being in Spain a lot of the time due to him playing for Barcelona was exciting, but you missed France. You weren't from there but it was almost like your second home, which was funny because he was from there. That man was your perfect match. Going into the bathroom to take a shower, you made sure every part of your body was clean, as usual, but today you expect that you were going to give Jules some action when you got home, which he deserved. When you left the shower, you were greeted by him in the bedroom you shared being back in his hometown. It meant the world to you that he considered you as part of his family and that he was so comfortable with you, even though you lived together and had been dating for three years. He couldn't help but blush as he saw you wrapped in a towel, knowing exactly what it looked like under there. He was so handsome. You were so madly in love with him, it was insane and he reciprocated those same feelings towards you.

"You take so long in the shower baby." Jules spoke as he was getting ready for his. He loved how much effort you put into making your self look good for your date, but to be honest, he always found you attractive and beautiful no matter what. It wasn't just your outer appearance that made him crazy about you, it was your charming personality and kindness towards others.

"Just be grateful that I'm out now." You replied jokingly, causing him to chuckle at your words. You loved how he never took anything personally and that you could have fun with him. You could joke around and say anything to him. Not only being the man that made you fall in love, he was also your best friend, which was important for you in a relationship. You had fanny flutters almost everytime he stared at you lovingly and had butterflies whenever you two kissed.

"I'm gonna go use it now. Remember we have to leave in 30 minutes. Do you think you can be ready by then?" He asked you patiently, picking up his towel from the bed and getting the clothes he was going to change into. He was a very stylish man to say the least.

"Yes baby. I'll be ready, don't worry." You reassured him. Normally, you enjoyed taking your time to get ready but you knew today wasn't the best day for that. You had to be quick but you also wanted to look sexy for your man.

"Okay beautiful, I'm be back soon." He told you before coming over to you and giving you a quick peck on your forehead. He was beyond dreams, that man was your everything. Jules then exited the room and made his way into the bathroom.

Thankfully, you had already gotten your hair braided, so hair wasn't going to be an issue but you made sure your edges were laid before you lotioned yourself, something you should've done before. With it being part of your daily routine, you always sprayed perfume on yourself after showering and putting lotion on, so you did that. Going back over to sit at the vanity, you got out your makeup products so that you could apply them on your face. For some reason, you loved doing your makeup. It brought out your confidence as it complimented your beautiful facial features. Your boyfriend couldn't help but wonder to himself how you looked amazing all the time. With or without makeup, you grabbed his heart. Jules had recommended for you to wear a blue outfit for your outing, which you had no problem doing as it was your favourite colour. Maybe that's why he asked you. You picked out a gorgeous dress that you had brought for yourself a while ago but had never gotten the opportunity to wear. It highlighted your figure very well, hugging your waist tightly but comfortably. When Jules had finished in the shower, he got dressed and was practically ready so he waited in the living room for you so that he could give you your space. After you had gotten dressed, you put on your alluring pair of small silver hoop earrings and matched your outfit with a cute black bag which Jules had gotten you for your birthday. You also decided to take a picture, finding yourself cute.

"I'm ready baby." You walked over to the living room to find him scrolling on his phone. He immediately lifted his head up as he heard your angelic voice and widened his eyes as he saw you. He was definitely sweeped off his feet. "See, I told you I would be ready in time. You have no faith in me." You giggled lightly.

"You look amazing my love." He stood up and wrapped his arms around you, gently lifting you face up so that he could give you a kiss. To say your lower stomach was going crazy was an understatement. He was so ravishing that man.

"You look so handsome baby." You blushed as he pulled away slowly from the kiss. Jules smiled at your comment before taking your hand and leading you outside to the car. As you two reached the vehicle, he went over to the passengers side door and opened it for you to get in. He was such a gentleman. He then went over to the drivers side and got in himself.

When arrived at your first destination, Jules took your hand so that you were able to get into the boat without falling. It was a beautiful sight to see, somewhere you definitely wanted to go again. This man loved to spoil you. You were his, which meant that he could do so. Once he got in himself, he couldn't stop looking at your gleaming golden eyes that the sun highlighted. He was so in love you.

"Baby stop- you're making me shy." You uttered out, covering your face to look as if you weren't blushing. You couldn't help it.

"I can't look at you?" He said with a little smirk on his face, knowing the affect him only staring at you had on you. It was so adorable how easily it was for him to make you blush.

"No." You snapped back jokingly, causing him to chuckle a little and turn his head for a few seconds before turning back to gaze at you again.

"You look so beautiful baby. As always." Jules complimented you. You looked back at him with your big brown eyes and smiled softly at what he had said.

"Thank you babe." You responded with love. These past few years, you guys were inseparable. He would always tell you nice things and you would always become flustered.

The boat ride had been eventful, to say the least. You and Jules spoke about all kind of things such as your future and life in general. All of this confirmed to you that this was your soulmate. He was the man that you wanted to be with for the rest of your life. No one else could ever have your heart the way he did. Before Jules came into your life, you were struggling with stuff that you wouldn't share to anyone. He was the person that helped you get through it. He was the one for you. Jules was more than just your boyfriend, he was your protector, healer and your everything. You were so grateful to God that He had allowed you to meet this beautiful man. You were in complete bliss and peace with him.

Your day hadn't finished there. Jules then brought you to a magnificent beach, on the other side of where you had come from with your boat ride. It was filled with an excellent view and other forms of beauty. The nature was extraordinary, catching your eyes next. There were not too many people there so it would be a quiet evening between you two lovebirds. There, he sat you down so that you two could eat and continue to enjoy your time together. Why was he so good at planning dates? There was not one flaw during this day so far. It had been brilliant. The food you ate was beyond delicious. It tasted like nothing you had ever tried before. You had to take a picture of the scenery around you, organised by your perfect boyfriend.

Once you had finished, you and Jules continued to speak for a few minutes, engulfed in each other's love and admiration, before he received a message on his phone and told you to stand up and follow him. He was taking you to another part of the beach, holding your hand as you walked behind him. What was going on? This couldn't be what you thought it could be, could it? When you arrived at the place that he had intended, you were turned around so that you could face him and only him as he got on one knee, holding a bright ring with blue on it.

"Y/N. From the moment I first saw you, your beauty spoke to me. It was so powerful that it made me think about you day and night, even when I was playing sometimes. I always wanted to impress you. You had me wrapped around your finger, putting me in a trance whenever we were together. As we began to learn more about each other, I realised that it wasn't just your outer beauty that attracted me to you, it was your kindness and respect towards other people." You began to tear up hearing him because this was not what you had expected today at all. Was this the moment you had been waiting for? "I not only spoke about you to my friends, making them tired of me, but I also spoke about you to my family. I couldn't have been prouder of myself when we started dating. I had asked you, finally. Now, after three years of dating you, I will always look back at that moment and smile, knowing it was one of the best things that could of ever happened to me. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Y/N." He continued to speak as you were a sobbing mess. "I can't imagine how different life would've been without you. I love you so, so much you don't even understand." He was the cutest man ever. "Y/N, my love.." Was what he said before gently turning you around to face the blue sign behind you. He had done everything in your favourite colour, telling you to wear blue, wearing blue himself, taking you on a boat ride, then to the beach, just to top that all off with this.

"YESS!" You answered him as he stood up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. This was more than you had thought would happen today but it was the best moment of your life. "Je t'aime."

"Je t'aime." He was smiling at you, his future wife. Everything about him was perfect. "Plus que tu ne pourrais jamais le savoir."

"What does that mean baby?" You asked him curiously. You didn't know much french. You only knew the basics, something you weren't so proud of but you would learn eventually.

"More than you could ever know." He beamed at you again. The two of you couldn't be happier. You were going to spend the rest of your lives together.

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Hope you guys enjoyed🤍x

Tchouameni and another Trent one are next so stay tuned!

Also ETE 2 chapter 14&15 are out noww x

[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

[saturnville]

because I love you.

pairing: jules kounde x black fem oc (she). fc: chrissy laparriea warning: none, just very short. summary: in which she’s loved by him. song: loosely inspired by "because I love you" by halle. tags: @mauvecherie-writes @emjayewrites @neewrites @saintslewis @boujiestpoet @vile-harlot @greedyjudge2 @cocobutterqwueen @hopefulromantic1 @lettersofgold author's note: long time, no see. trying to ease back into writing, so the next few things are drafts and/or short. I'm in my last year of university, and it's kicking my behind tremendously. regardless, I hope you enjoy

"Hey baby," he whispered against her lips as her bags slipped off her shoulders and into his awaiting hands. She sighed deeply and welcomed his kisses along her cheek and neck.

Jules smiled softly. Her eyes were low from exhaustion and her shoulders were slumped from fatigue. He pressed his lips against her forehead. "Go ahead and relax. I got everything else." She nodded once and thanked him with a kiss against his cheek.

In her eyes, wasn’t always showcased with elaborate words, overly exaggerated promises, and trivial forms of flattery. It was not a performance for the outside world that ended when the curtain closed.

It was shown when he left a plate full of her favorite home-cooked foods in the microwave after a long day at work. It was taking her heels off, one by one, pressing a delicate kiss on her ankle as he encouraged her to relax. 

It was warming her bath water, lotioning her body slowly, and making her feel like it was floating on clouds as he loved her into oblivion. It was whispering kind words as her eyes fluttered closed. It was hearing the echoes of his adorations on repeat as she dreamt.

Love was him. Love was her. Together in one. Forever.

[didishawn]

some Jules kounde smut plssss

This request surely made me see Koundé on a different light

No more Muchachos (Jules Koundé x Argentinian Reader) smut

Warnings: a bit of teasing because of the World Cup final, Koundé fucks you hard to shut you up, smut, some Spanish

Masterlist

If he has to hear the song one more time, Koundé will go mad.

En Argentina nací (I was born in Argentina)

Tierra del Diego y Lionel (land of Diego and Lionel)

De los pibes de Malvinas (of the guys frtom Malvinas)

Que jamás olvidaré (that I will never forget)

No te lo puedo explicar (I can't explain)

Porque no vas a entender (because you won't understand)

Las finales que perdimos (the finals that we lost)

Cuantos años la lloré (how many years I cried them)

Pero eso se terminó (but that finished)

Porque en el Maracaná (because in the Maracaná)

La final con los brazucas (the final with the Brazilians)

La volvió a ganar papá (Dad won it again)

He knows you are on heaven since the World Cup final, and doesn't matter how sad you felt for his loss, your happiness was greater at seeing Messi finally lifting up the Cup -even he was excited for that.

But he seriously cannot keep on going like this, everyday Muchachos sounds on repeat in your home, your low humming going with the music and always with a teasing look on your eye.

His teammates and the media find it so funny, how much you seem to love your dear Argentina over him -even he finds it funny, but can't help but dream of setting you straight as he finds himself singing the lyrics even when you are not around.

Dreams do become true.

Is what Koundé thinks as he pounds into you from the back, one hand pulling you back, the other on your hair pushing your face to be buried in between your comfortable pillows.

"Does that feel good, darling?"

He hears your muffled yes and smirks, hips still pistoning into yours.

"This is what needed to be done, isn't it? A good fuck so you can stop being an annoying little shit, love reminding me about that day, don't you?"

You lift your head, even with glossy eyes you still give him a teasing look, "No es mi culpa que perdieran, pa. Era para Sudamérica no para Europa" you hum, he groans, even if he loves how thick your accent gets on times like this. (not my fault you lost, dude. It was for South America not for Europa)

"You really are a little shit"

He spins you around, holding one of your legs up, kissing your ankle then placing it on his shoulder, reaching deeper inside you, his length and width have you closing your eyes and whining, it hurts so good -an expression you never understood until meeting Jules.

His lips are on yours, he wants to be the one thing you think about, his fingers playing with your bundle of nerves have you squirming around.

You are trembling, your moans are getting higher, nails leaving marks on his back, you bite into his neck, making him groan out and thrust harder.

He looks down at you, so much love in his eyes yet his thrusts are nothing but punishment, hard and fast, his lips are all over you, your breasts, neck, face, hair, one caressing your stomach, calming you down, a sweet kiss on your cheek. You are close, he can tell, he knows everything about you and can recognise the signs.

"Cum for me, darling. Let me feel you around me"

You moan as you reach your extasis, whines leaving your mouth as he continues on fucking you. You can feel him throb inside of you, you caress his back with you nails -something you know he loves, and have him trembling.

He suddenly leaves your insides, taking your hand and dragging you to the edge of the bed, he stands in front of you, your face inches away from his cock as he jerks himself off, a loud moan sounds as he cums on your face and he groans when he sees the look you give him while cleaning yourself off and moaning at his taste.

He cleans you up, and you lay side by side, you cuddling into his chest as he caresses you ans kisses your head.

He smiles down at you "Is that enough to get you to stop playing that goddamm song?"

"Sure, I suppose"

You will just have to start playing 3 estrellas en el conjunto, you guess.