#km fic

[szariahwroteit]

Girls Need Love: A Kylian Mbappè x Original Character Erotic Series.

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 10

Following his intense confrontation with Vinicius during training the previous day, Kylian couldn't have asked for a more opportune moment than the two days off that lay ahead. The physical and mental exhaustion from the altercation didn't weigh heavily on him, but the break felt like a much-needed refuge from the pressures of the game.

Stirring from his sleep, Kylian let out a groan as he rolled over, reaching for Giselle.

Kylian's eyes blinked open as his hand landed on the empty space beside him, his heart sinking momentarily at the realization that she wasn’t there. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, illuminating the room and casting shadows on the walls, but it couldn’t fill the void she had left behind. The sheets still carried her lingering scent, a mixture of floral and something uniquely her—a comfort amidst the absence.

With a stretch, Kylian swung his legs over the side of the bed, letting his feet touch the cool floor. He pushed away the thoughts of yesterday's altercation with Vinicius, focusing instead on the promise of the day ahead. The two days off felt like an open canvas, each moment a chance to relax and recharge.

Sliding on a pair of shorts before heading into the bathroom to brush his teeth, he left the bedroom and made his way toward the kitchen. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air—a signal that Giselle had probably been awake for a while.

As he turned the corner into the kitchen, he found her standing by the coffee maker, dressed in his oversized sweatshirt, her hair cascading over her shoulders in loose waves. The sight of her immediately chased away any residual tension from the previous day.

"Good morning," she said softly, turning toward him with a warm smile that ignited a flutter in his chest.

"Morning," he replied, his voice still thick with sleep but his eyes eager, taking in the way the sweatshirt fabric hugged her frame just right. "I thought I’d find you here."

"I got up early but didn't want to wake you. I figured you needed the extra sleep after turning into The Hulk at training yesterday, and you looked adorable," she teased, pouring him a cup.

Kylian smirked, accepting the steaming mug from her hand. Placing it down, he wrapped an arm around Giselle's waist and walked her backward into the counter behind.

The warmth of the coffee cup faded as his attention shifted entirely to her, the teasing banter between them morphing into something unspoken but electric. Kylian’s heart raced as he pressed his body against hers, the soft surface of the counter molding to their forms. He could feel the gentle rise and fall of her breath, the way her eyes sparkled with mischief, and that alluring smile.

"We are going shopping today," he smirked knowingly, lowering his voice to a husky whisper, "I want to spoil you.”

“What if I don't want to be spoiled?” Giselle asked playfully, a teasing glint in her eye.

Kylian leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin. "Who said it was your decision?" he murmured, a blend of confidence and charm.

Giselle tilted her head, pretending to ponder his words. "You do make a valid point," she admitted, a smile creeping onto her lips.

With that, Kylian captured her lips with his, a soft yet urgent kiss communicating the intensity he felt bubbling beneath the surface.

It started as a gentle exploration, their lips connecting in a dance of warmth and familiarity, each moment making the sensation deeper. Kylian’s hands found their way to the small of her back, urging her closer as if he could absorb her essence into him. Giselle responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him in as if to erase the distance between them.

Lifting Giselle as if she were weightless, Kylian walked her out of the kitchen and back upstairs, forgoing his bedroom and entering the ensuite bathroom.

“Arms up,” he commanded playfully, his voice low and teasing.

Giselle's brows arched with feigned reluctance, but the spark in her eyes betrayed her excitement. She lifted her arms, and Kylian wasted no time, tugging at the sweatshirt to pull it over her head, revealing her bare skin beneath. The sight of her, illuminated by the morning light, took his breath away, a perfect juxtaposition of innocence and allure.

“Wow,” Kylian breathed, allowing his eyes to trace the contours of her body before settling on her gaze. “You’re beautiful.”

Giselle smiled shyly but confidently, the compliment igniting a blush on her cheeks. “Thank you.”

“Yo're welcome,” hs replied, stepping closer until their bodies almost touched. The heat radiating from her skin mingled with the warmth of his own, creating a charged atmosphere that made his heart race.

“Are you going to let me spoil you, or do I have to fuck you into submission?” Kylian smirked, his voice dropping an octave, the playful tease blending with a more primal intensity.

Giselle's breath hitched at the words, her heartbeat quickening as she met his gaze—bold, challenging, and infused with an undeniable hunger that mirrored her own. She loved this side of him, the way he effortlessly transitioned between tender affection and this raw, confident energy that stirred something deep inside her.

“Both,” she replied, a sultry lilt in her tone as she stepped closer, closing the remaining distance between them.

Kylian's eyes darkened with desire at Giselle's response, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss that spoke volumes about his intentions. His hands roamed her body, tracing the curves and contours as if committing them to memory.

"Both it is," he murmured against her lips, his voice husky with need. With a swift motion, he lifted her onto the bathroom counter, stepping between her legs and pressing his body against hers.

Giselle gasped at the sudden movement, her hands gripping his shoulders for support. The cool marble beneath her contrasted sharply with the heat of Kylian's body, sending shivers down her spine. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, eager to feel every inch of him.

Kylian's hands slid down to her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he ground against her.

His lips trailed a path of fire down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he left a trail of kisses and bites. Giselle arched into him, her head falling back to give him better access. His hands continued their exploration, one sliding up to cup her breast while the other dipped between her legs, finding her already wet and ready.

"Fuck, you're so perfect for me," Kylian groaned, his fingers slipping inside her easily. Giselle moaned, her hips bucking against his hand as he worked her expertly. He added a third finger, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come.

"Kylian!" Giselle gasped, her voice breathy and needy.

“What?” he snarled lustfully, curving his fingers as their eyes met.

"Have me," Giselle pleaded, her voice trembling with desire. She needed him inside her, needed to feel him filling her completely. The ache between her legs was becoming unbearable, and she knew only Kylian could satisfy it.

Kylian's eyes flashed with a primal hunger at her plea. Without hesitation, he helped her down from the counter, turning her away from him and leaning her over it, their lust-driven reflections staring back at them.

Kylian's hands gripped her hips tightly as he positioned himself behind her. He could feel her warmth radiating against him, teasing him, urging him closer. With a deep breath, he slowly pushed inside, inch by inch, savoring the sensation of her tight walls enveloping him.

"Oh god, Giselle," he groaned, his head falling forward as he bottomed out, fully sheathed within her. She felt incredible, as if she were made just for him. He paused for a moment, giving them both time to adjust to the intense feeling of connection.

Giselle's fingers dug into the marble countertop, her knuckles turning white as she struggled to maintain control, completely in awe of their reflection in the bathroom mirror.

Kylian's eyes locked with Giselle's in the mirror, a fierce intensity burning between them. He began to move, slowly at first, his hips rolling in a sensual rhythm that had Giselle gasping with each thrust. His hands tightened on her hips, pulling her back to meet his movements, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the bathroom.

"You feel so fucking good," Kylian growled, his pace quickening. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his lips finding the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. He sucked and bit at the skin, marking her as his.

Giselle pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. The pleasure was overwhelming, building with each movement, each touch. She could feel the pressure coiling inside her, threatening to consume her entirely.

"Harder," she demanded, her voice barely recognizable. "Fuck me harder, Kylian."

Kylian's response was a guttural groan, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. He pounded into her, the counter shaking beneath them with the force of his movements.

Kylian's eyes flashed with a primal hunger at Giselle's plea. He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh as he obliged, slamming into her with a force that stole the breath from her lungs. The bathroom echoed with the sounds of their passion—skin slapping against skin, ragged breaths, and muffled cries of pleasure.

"Yes, fuck!" Giselle screamed, her body trembling as she neared the edge. Kylian's thrusts were relentless, hitting that perfect spot inside her that made her see stars behind her eyelids. She could feel her release building, the pressure intensifying with each movement.

"Not yet," Kylian commanded, his voice strained with his own impending orgasm. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit and circling it firmly. "Tell me you are mine to spoil and do as I please.”

Giselle's eyes snapped open, her gaze locking with Kylian's in the mirror. His command sent a shiver down her spine, the dominance in his voice both intimidating and incredibly arousing. She could feel her body responding, her walls tightening around him as if trying to pull him deeper.

"I'm yours," she gasped, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. "To spoil, to fuck, to do whatever you want with. I'm yours, Kylian."

A fierce grin spread across Kylian's face at Giselle's submission. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Good girl."

His fingers moved faster on her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send her hurtling towards the edge. At the same time, he increased his pace, his hips slamming against hers with a force that bordered on painful, but Giselle welcomed it. She wanted to feel him, wanted the reminder of his possession.

"Kylian!" Giselle cried, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashed over her. Waves of pleasure washed through her, each one more intense than the last.

Kylian followed soon after, his own release ripping through him with a ferocity that left him breathless. He buried himself deep inside Giselle, his body shuddering as he filled her with his warmth. The sensation of her walls pulsing around him, milking every last drop, was exquisite.

For a moment, they remained still, their chests heaving as they caught their breath. Kylian's arms wrapped around Giselle, holding her close as he nuzzled into the crook of her neck. He pressed a gentle kiss to her skin, a stark contrast to the intense passion of moments before.

"I feel..." Giselle started, her voice weak and trembling. She couldn't find the words to describe what had just happened between them. It was more than just sex—it was a claiming, a marking, a declaration of possession.

"Amazing," Kylian finished for her, his voice soft and content. He slowly withdrew from her, his arms tightening around her waist as he turned her to face him. His eyes searched hers, a tenderness in their depths that belied the intensity of their tryst.

Giselle leaned into him, her head resting against his chest.

“Shower,” Kylian murmured as he led her sated body over to the spacious glass shower stall, the steam already beginning to curl in the air. He turned on the water, adjusting the temperature until it was just right—a gentle spray warming the tiles beneath their feet.

As the water cascaded down, Kylian stepped back slightly, allowing the droplets to gather on Giselle’s skin, making her glow in the soft light of the bathroom. She leaned against the cool wall, relishing the warmth enveloping her, while Kylian moved behind her, his hands sliding over her wet body.

With careful precision, he captured a handful of shampoo, lathering it into his palms before working it into her hair with firm yet gentle strokes. The sensation sent shivers racing down Giselle’s spine, a pleasing contrast to the earlier intensity. The sweet, earthy scent of citrus mingled with the warm steam, creating a heady mix that filled the air around them.

"You're so beautiful like this," Kylian whispered, his fingers massaging her scalp, as he pulled her hair aside to lean in closer. The warm water cascaded over their bodies, mingling with their laughter and soft, intimate whispers.

She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch as he worked meticulously through her hair. "I could get used to this kind of spoiling," she replied, a teasing smile playing on her lips.

Kylian's fingers moved from her hair to her shoulders, rubbing small circles into her skin as he worked his way down her spine. "Just wait until I spoil you with more than just a shower," he murmured against her ear, his breath warm and inviting.

As he pressed his body closer, the heat between them ignited once more. Kylian’s hands wandered lower, cupping the curve of her waist before gliding down to her hips. The gentle touch reminded her of the fire that still simmered beneath their playful banter, waiting to be reignited.

Giselle turned to face him, the water streaming over both of them, glistening on their skin. She took a moment to appreciate the way he looked against the soft glow of the water, his body toned and powerful, radiating a mix of confidence and vulnerability.

"You said you wanted to spoil me," she said, stepping into him, her skin brushing against his, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. "Why?"

Kylian's eyes darkened with mischief, a smirk dancing on his lips as he leaned in, capturing her chin between his fingers. "Because you deserve to be, and if I am being honest, spoiling you is just as much a treat for me. I like putting a smile on your face, haven't you noticed?”

A heat blossomed in Giselle’s chest at his words, an intoxicating mix of affection and desire. She searched his eyes, wanting to dive deeper into the connection they shared. "You have a way of making everything feel special," she admitted softly.

“It’s not me, it’s you,” Kylian murmured before his lips were back on hers, igniting a spark that spread through her entire being. The warmth of his mouth on hers was electric, an undeniable chemistry that seemed to pulse in the very air around them.

Once they were done in the shower, Kylian and Giselle stepped out, the steam curling around their bodies like a comforting embrace. The bathroom mirrored their playful banter from earlier, now laced with the warmth of shared intimacy.

As they reached for towels, Kylian wrapped one around Giselle's shoulders, his fingers lingering along her skin. He enjoyed the soft texture of her damp hair against his chest. "What's next on our agenda, my spoiled princess?" he asked, amusement dancing in his deep voice.

Giselle narrowed her eyes playfully, a smirk tugging at her lips. "This was your idea, and by the looks of things, Madrid is your city, so lead the way," she teased.

With a confident grin, Kylian stepped back to admire her once more, the towel barely clinging to her curves as water dripped from her skin, glistening in the sunlight that filtered through the bathroom window.

They each took a moment to dry off, laughter punctuating the air as Kylian couldn’t resist stealing glances at Giselle, as they got dressed in preparation for the day ahead.

When they were both clothed, they made their way back downstairs to the kitchen, their cups of coffee now cold and forgotten on the kitchen counter.

Giselle took it upon herself to clean up what little mess she had made, putting things back into their rightful place as Kylian watched her move around his space freely, like she belonged.

“Melissa and Jirès are coming over with the children for dinner,” Kylian explained, watching as Giselle smile widened at the mentions of kids.

“They have children?” she asked curiously.

“Yes, my niece and nephew Isabella and Isayah,” Kylian confirmed, waving Giselle over so he could show her pictures of them on his phone.

Giselle leaned against the counter, her heart swelling at the clips of joy captured on Kylian's phone. The innocence of the children—Isabella’s bright, curious eyes and Isayah’s mischievous grin—made her smile widen even more. She swiped through the photos, feeling a warmth blossom inside her at the thought of being around them.

“They’re adorable,” she said, glancing up at Kylian, who was watching her with a soft expression. “Do you spend much time with them?”

“Whenever I can,” he replied, a glimmer of pride shining in his eyes. “They keep me grounded. Plus, I’m the fun uncle, so I have to keep my reputation.”

Giselle laughed, her heart fluttering at the affectionate way Kylian spoke about his family. “I bet you’re the best uncle. I can totally picture you having them running around and causing chaos.”

“When they are with me, they can do whatever they want.” Kylian's eyes sparkled with mischief as he recounted memories of days spent with Isabella and Isayah. Giselle could see his expression's warmth and how he cherished those moments.

“I get it; it’s the same with my nieces.” she laughed, leaning closer to him. She reached into her pocket to pull out her phone, swiping through her camera roll until she landed on a picture of herself and the three little girls.

“They all look just like you,” Kylian remarked, his gaze softening as he looked at the image of Giselle with the children. The laughter and joy captured in that moment radiated from the screen, echoing a warmth filling the kitchen.

“They are a handful,” Giselle replied with a chuckle, her eyes sparkling as she remembered their playful antics. “But they’re my world. I adore every chaotic minute.”

Giselle’s focus remained on Kylian, who leaned against the kitchen island with an easy confidence. He was striking in his casual attire, the hint of muscle in his arms evident as he crossed them over his chest.

“I can definitely see you being the fun aunt,” he said, grinning at her. “I think you’d be amazing with them.”

“Awww, thank you! I really hope to be a bigger part of their lives as they grow,” Giselle replied, her heart swelling at Kylian’s approval.

Kylian stepped closer, placing a hand on her shoulder, as he continued to look at the images of her with the little girls, who shared striking similarities with their aunt.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked as the moment lingered between them, charged with unspoken emotions.

Giselle nodded, a sparkle of excitement reflecting in her eyes. “Absolutely! Let’s go spoil me.”

Following Kylian through his house and into his garage, Giselle watched as Kylian stepped past the sleek black Maybach he frequented and pulled the protective cover off of another that sat closer to the ground to reveal a silver Lamborghini Revuelto.

Kylian looked back at her with a mischievous grin, making Giselle’s heart race. “What do you think? Feeling spoiled yet?”

“Wow,” Giselle breathed, her eyes wide in awe as she approached the car. “This is…” she paused, searching for the right word but finding none that could capture the beauty of it. “Beautiful!”

“It’s fun to drive, and I figured if we’re spoiling you today, we might as well do it in style.” Kylian’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he tossed her the keys.

“You’re handing me the keys?” Giselle said, her heart racing with a mix of thrill and nerves.

Kylian chuckled, a playful gleam in his eyes. “You will be fine. Just follow my lead, and enjoy the ride. Besides, I have insurance for a reason.”

With a teasing glare, she caught the keys in her palm, feeling their weight like a promise of adventure.

Giselle couldn't help but place her hand on Kylian's cheek, bringing him closer for a kiss. "You have thought of everything today, haven’t you?”

“Just trying to impress you.” Kylian flashed a charming smile that sent warmth rushing through her veins. “Now, let's hit the road before I change my mind.”

Giselle slid into the driver’s seat with an energetic nod, adjusting herself in the luxurious leather as Kylian settled into the passenger seat beside her.

Typing their destination into the car's navigation system, Giselle felt a sudden wave of excitement ignite within her. The engine roared to life, vibrating under her fingertips as she tightened her grip on the steering wheel, her heart racing.

“You ready?” Kylian asked, leaning back, his relaxed demeanor only enhancing the thrill in the air.

“As I’ll ever be!” she replied, a confident smile spreading across her face.

With a sharp intake of breath, she pressed the gas pedal, the Lamborghini surging forward with a powerful growl. Giselle felt the rush of adrenaline course through her, her senses heightened by the speed and the exhilarating freedom of the open road ahead.

“Just remember to ease into the curves,” Kylian advised, his tone playful but serious enough to keep her focused. “And enjoy the ride.”

Giselle nodded, adjusting her driving as they ventured deeper into the city. The sun shone brightly, illuminating the streets and the laughter of people passing by. She couldn’t help but flash a grin at Kylian, who was clearly enjoying himself as much as she was.

“I think I’m getting the hang of it,” she said as she navigated a sharp curve with surprising grace, the car obediently responding to her commands.

“You’re a natural!” Kylian cheered, the excitement in his voice only spurring her on. They passed vibrant storefronts and bustling cafes, each moment feeling alive with possibility. “We are almost at our first stop.”

As a man and his celebrity, Kylian couldn't partake in certain activities in the way that other people could.

Things like shopping worked a little differently for him. The experience was brought to him, and on this particular occasion, shopping came in the form of an office on the very top floor of a luxury high-rise, overlooking the stunning skyline of Madrid. Giselle felt the thrill of anticipation coursing through her as they navigated through the city, eager to experience this unique shopping arrangement Kylian had set up.

Pulling up to the building, Kylian shut off the engine and turned to Giselle, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Ready?”

“Absolutely,” she replied, returning his energy with a radiant grin. Kylian combined charisma and charm, transforming what could be an ordinary outing into a day of adventure.

They stepped out of the car, and before they even reached the entrance, a well-dressed attendant greeted them with a knowing smile. “Mr. Mbappé, it’s great to see you again. We have everything prepared for your visit.”

Kylian nodded, exuding confidence as he placed a hand on the small of Giselle's back, guiding her inside. The lobby was stunning, marble floors gleaming beneath crystal chandeliers, and she couldn’t help but feel a little star-struck at the entire atmosphere—like stepping into a world reserved for the elite.

Once inside the elevator, Kylian pressed the button for the top floor, and as the doors slid shut, he turned to her with an anticipatory smile.

Giselle had experienced personal shopping before, but nothing of the magnitude in which Kylian had set up for her. The air was filled with a mingling of excitement and nervousness as they ascended, and she found herself stealing glances at Kylian, who radiated confidence and charm.

When the elevator doors opened, they were met with a private suite that took her breath away. The expansive room was filled with racks of the latest designer collections, shoes lined up neatly on shelves, and a plush seating area adorned with luxurious fabrics. Natural light poured in through floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a panoramic view of the Madrid skyline.

“Welcome to your personal shopping experience,” Kylian announced with a flourish, a proud grin stretching across his face. “I hope you’re prepared to be spoiled.”

Giselle could hardly find her voice as she stepped into the room. “This is incredible, Kylian. I can’t believe you did all this for me.”

“I wanted to do something special for you,” he said, his eyes glistening with sincerity.

As she wandered deeper into the room, Giselle felt like a child in a candy store, her heart racing at the sight of the stunning outfits and accessories. She ran her fingers over the exquisite fabrics, each one promising to complement her in a way she had only dreamed of.

The personal shopper—a chic woman named Sofia—stepped forward with a warm smile. “Hello, Giselle! Kylian has informed me of your style preferences, and I’ve curated a selection just for you. Let’s make this a memorable experience!”

Before she could blink, Sofia began presenting outfits, describing each piece with excitement. Giselle found herself trying on a series of stunning dresses, each one more breathtaking than the last. After slipping on a silk gown that hugged her curves perfectly, she stepped out to show Kylian.

“Wow,” he breathed, his eyes sparkling with admiration. “You look perfect.”

Giselle beamed, feeling confident and beautiful under his gaze. “Thank you! This dress feels like it was made for me.”

Kylian walked around her, appreciating every angle. “It definitely shows off everything I enjoy about you.” The way he said it sent a thrill through her, adding to the warm haze of excitement surrounding their shopping experience.

The playful banter continued as Giselle tried on outfit after outfit, Kylian offering compliments and teasing remarks. After several rounds of trying things on, she settled on a couple of dresses, a chic top-and-skirt combo, and some stunning heels—all of which Kylian insisted on purchasing for her.

When the shopping was finally coming to an end, Giselle felt a mix of satisfaction and disbelief. “Thank you for an amazing day.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” Kylian teased, giving her a conspiratorial wink. “We still have one more surprise.”

He led her out of the office, back into the elevator, and this time, taking the keys so he could drive over to his jeweler.

As the elevator doors slid shut behind them, Giselle's eyes sparkled with curiosity. Kylian glanced at her with a playful grin, clearly enjoying her anticipation. "We’re going to pick out something truly special," he said, his tone teasing yet earnest. “One of my favorite things.”

The ride felt longer than before, with the excitement buzzing in the air like static electricity. Giselle couldn't help but wonder what Kylian had in mind. She had thoroughly enjoyed the shopping spree so far, but the thought of picking out jewelry filled her with intrigue. Maybe it was just a fun trinket or a meaningful piece. Whatever it was, she was ready for the surprise.

When they arrived at the jeweler, an elegantly designed boutique nestled in the heart of Madrid, Kylian led her inside with that same confident demeanor that made her heart flutter. The space was adorned with shimmering displays filled with exquisite pieces, each one more breathtaking than the last.

"Welcome, Mr. Mbappé!" A polished woman greeted them warmly, and Giselle was taken aback by how the staff immediately rushed to Kylian’s assistance. The other locked the door of the store before pulling down the shutter. "We have what you requested.”

Guiding Giselle and Kylian into the back of the store, the well-dressed woman led them into a back office where an array of watches were laid out.

“Here we are,” she said, her tone smooth and professional. “Take your time to look through our selection of Audemars Piguet watches. Each piece is a masterpiece.”

Giselle's eyes widened as she took in the splendor of the meticulously arranged watches. The gleaming metals and sparkling details seemed to draw her closer as if each piece was calling out to her. There was an air of exclusivity that made her heart race—this was no ordinary shopping trip.

Kylian stepped forward, his excitement palpable. “I want you to try on a few. We’ll narrow it down to the one that speaks to you the most.”

“Are you sure this is okay?” Giselle asked, her voice barely above a whisper, still feeling the weight of Kylian’s generosity.

“I wanted to give you one when we were in Switzerland, but I didn't get the chance to,” he revealed, making her heart skip a beat. “Choose one,” Kylian smirked as he glanced down at the three dainty watches on Giselle's petite wrist, each one the price of a small family home. Or get all three.”

“Kylian, this is crazy,” she said, her eyes wide with disbelief as she looked at the extravagant timepieces. Each watch sparkled in the light, their faces adorned with intricate designs and precious gems that seemed to whisper luxury.

“Crazy?” Kylian raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “This is just a small token of my appreciation for the time you’ve spent with me, and the time we will spend together.”

Giselle shook her head, a mix of amusement and disbelief dancing in her chest. “You really don’t have to do this. I’ve enjoyed my time here without the need for gifts,” she replied, attempting to resist the allure of his generosity.

“I want to,” Kylian insisted, stepping closer. His warm presence enveloped her, making her pulse quicken. “Let me.”

“This one,” Giselle said barely above a whisper, her finger smoothing over the detailing of the gold watch that had caught her eye. The delicate face was encrusted with tiny diamonds, and the intricate craftsmanship spoke to the time and care that had gone into making it—a reflection of Kylian’s own attention to detail.

Kylian's gaze softened as he leaned closer, his eyes sparkling with delight. “A great choice.” He turned to the jeweler, who had been watching intently. “We’ll take this one.”

As the jeweler delicately removed the watch from her wrist, Giselle felt a swell of emotions. This wasn’t just a watch; it was a symbol of the uniquely intense connection she shared with Kylian. A connection that held no names or titles, but as real as the watch the being placed into its box.

Once the transaction was complete, Kylian took Giselle's hand and led her out of the boutique, a triumphant grin lighting up his features. He could see the mix of emotions playing across her face—from surprise to joy and a hint of disbelief.

“What is on your mind?” Kylian asked when they were settled back into his car.

Giselle leaned back in her seat, the luxurious leather framing her as she glanced at the watch resting on her wrist. Its gleam was a perfect reflection of the day’s unfolding adventures. “Just… all this,” she said softly, her heart swelling with a mix of gratitude and wonder. I’ve never experienced anything like it.”

Kylian shot her a sidelong glance, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “You deserve it.” His voice, filled with genuine affection, sent a shiver down her spine.

She chuckled lightly, appreciating the way he could transform her apprehension into excitement. “You really know how to spoil someone.”

“I try,” he said with a wink, revving the engine as they pulled out of the parking lot. The streets of Madrid whirred by in a blur, colors, and sounds blending into a delightful tapestry.

When they arrived back at Kylian’s house, a sleek black Range Rover sat parked on his driveway. He turned to Giselle with a knowing smile as he slowly drove past the car and into the garage.

“Are you ready to meet my favorite people?” Kylian asked, his smile wide as he shifted the car into park. The excitement in his voice matched the glint in his eyes, a mixture of pride and affection. Giselle felt a flutter in her chest at the prospect of meeting his niece and nephew. It was a significant moment, a connection that reached beyond their playful banter and intimate encounters.

“Absolutely!” she replied, her heart racing.

As they stepped out of the car, Giselle could feel her excitement building. Kylian led the way, his strides long and confident, and she followed closely, a smile blooming on her face. Together, they entered the house, the warm light spilling into the entryway, illuminating the space that felt both grand and inviting.

Inside, the bustling sounds of laughter came from the living room. Kylian paused, glancing at Giselle with a grin that lit up his features.

As they stepped into the living room, the two children who Kylian had shown Giselle in the pictures on his phone came rushing towards their uncle.

“Mes bébés!” Kylian laughed as he crouched down to their level as Melissa stood from her space on the sofa to greet Giselle with an inviting hug.

“Oncle Kylian!” Isabella squealed, her arms wrapping around his neck as he lifted her effortlessly off the ground. Isayah, the younger of the two, followed suit, his small hands gripping Kylian’s leg as he looked up with wide, adoring eyes.

“Hey, little man!” Kylian chuckled, ruffling Isayah’s hair affectionately. “You’ve grown since I last saw you!”

“Is this your girlfriend?” Isabella asked, her voice filled with innocent curiosity, her French accent melting Giselle’s hear as she spoke.

Kylian chuckled, a hint of pride in his voice at her assumption. “No, this is my Giselle.”

Giselle stepped forward, kneeling down to meet the children at their level. “Hi, Isabella! Hi, Isayah! It’s so nice to meet you both,” she said, her voice warm and inviting.

“Hi!” they chimed in unison, their faces lighting up with smiles.

“Do you like to play?” Isayah asked, his eyes wide with excitement.

“I love to play!” Giselle replied, her heart melting at the children’s enthusiasm. “What do you like to play?”

“Everything!” Isabella exclaimed, bouncing on her toes. “We have games! Come on!” She grabbed Giselle’s hand, pulling her toward where she had her iPad propped up on Kylian’s coffee.

Kylian watched with a smile as Giselle followed Isabella and Isayah, his heart swelling with affection.

His eyes met with Melissa’s across the room, who shot him a knowing smirk before standing to her feet so she could head into the kitchen. “Your brother is having a meeting in your office,” she explained before disappearing around the corner.

Going over to where Giselle sat playing with his niece and nephew, Kylian took a seat beside them easily slipping into their game as she fired question after question at Giselle.

It didn't take long before Isayah and Isabella grew weary of their ipads and left them to go exploring around their uncles sprawling home, leaving him alone in the living room with Giselle.

“Come here,” Kylian murmured as he took Giselle's hand, guiding her down onto his lap so she straddled him as he sat on his living room sofa.

“Someone might walk in,” Giselle blushed, looking into Kylian's eyes. His hands smoothed up her back, pushing her body flush against his.

Kylian chuckled, his breath hot against Giselle's neck as he leaned in to whisper, "No one is going to come." His hands gripped her hips possessively, grinding her against his growing erection.

"Your niece, nephew, and their parents are here." Giselle pointed out, releasing a lustful sigh as her resolve weakened.

“They are not in the room with us,” Kylian smirked, his bottom lips clamping between his teeth as he sent a relatively firm slap to Giselle's backside before gripping it.

Giselle gasped at the sudden slap, her body jerking forward slightly. She bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan as she felt Kylian's firm grip on her bottom. The combination of his touch and the slight sting sent a jolt of pleasure through her.

"We have to stop," she whispered, her voice trembling with desire.

Kylian's niece entered the room as if she had been summoned, her tiny feet pattering softly against the polished hardwood floors. The delicate sound echoing.

“I told you so,” she smirked as she rolled from his lap in time to save the five-year-old from seeing anything inappropriate. Giselle quickly shifted to the side, her heart racing as she tried to compose herself. Kylian straightened up, a mischievous grin still plastered on his face.

Isabella paid them no mind as she bounded into the room, pulling her iPad from the charger before leaving again.

Kylian watched Isabella leave, his grin widening as he turned his attention back to Giselle. He reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her back onto his lap.

"You're being clingy," she teased as he nipped at her earlobe. Giselle squirmed in his lap, trying to ignore the heat building between her legs.

Kylian's grip on Giselle's wrist tightened as he pulled her closer, his other hand snaking around her waist to hold her firmly against him. He nipped at her earlobe again, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, before speaking in a low, husky tone.

"Clingy?" He asked as his lips curved into a smirk against her ear, and his hand slid down to squeeze her backside, pressing her hips against his growing erection. "You’re leaving soon."

He captured her lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth to explore and claim. His fingers dug into her flesh, marking her as his.

Although Giselle had been able to opt out of fashion week by claiming she had the flu, life awaited her back home in Los Angeles. As good as it felt to hide away with Kylian, duty called.

Kylian's grip on Giselle tightened, his fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her flush against him. He broke the kiss, panting softly as he rested his forehead against hers. His eyes, dark with desire, searched hers intensely.

"How soon can you come back?" he asked, his accent thicker with lust.

“I'm not leaving for another two days, Kylian,” Giselle smirked as her hands traced along his jawline, feeling the tension and heat radiating from him.

“And I want to know before then when you are returning to Madrid.” Kylian leaned in closer, his breath brushing against her lips, and he could feel the anticipation crackling in the air between them. His hands remained firmly on her waist, grounding her as he waited for her answer.

Giselle bit her lip, torn between her responsibilities and her desire to stay wrapped in Kylian's arms. "I have a full week of shoots and an audition, and then I have a talk show appearance in London," she explained, her voice barely above a whisper.

Kylian's expression shifted, frustration and longing crossing his handsome features. “A week feels like an eternity,” he murmured, his hands pulling her closer as if trying to absorb her warmth into his own body.

“A week isn’t that long,” Giselle chuckled, gazing into his eyes. “If there hadn't been that little mishap at fashion week, who knows when we would have seen each other.”

Kylian's fingers traced a path along her spine, stoking the fire of her desire further. "True," he said with a soft smirk, his gaze piercing into hers. "But that mishap brought us together in a way I never expected."

Giselle's heart raced at the intensity of his words. She leaned in, pressing her forehead against his, the connection between them electric. "And there's no denying the chemistry we share," she agreed, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Exactly,” he breathed, his lips tantalizingly close to hers. The moment felt suspended in time, the room's warmth fading into the background. All she could focus on was Kylian and the undeniable attraction pulling them together like gravity.

“Still, we have to be careful,” Giselle reminded him, glancing toward the door. “What if someone else comes in?”

Kylian chuckled softly, “Let them. They’ll have to deal with what they see.” With that, he captured her lips again, this time with a fierce hunger that made her gasp against him. His tongue danced with hers, coaxing her to melt further into him.

As their kiss deepened, Kylian's hands roamed freely, exploring every curve of her body, igniting her senses. She felt bold enough to shift slightly, grinding against him, feeling the desperate need he had for her mirrored in her own body.

“We have to stop,” Giselle whispered, her cheeks flushing as she stood from Kylian’s lap, pushing the heat between her legs to the back of her mind.

“I’m going to help Melissa with dinner,” she added hastily, trying to divert emotions and desires swirling inside her.

Kylian watched her stand, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Go ahead,” he teased, standing up as well, his eyes dark and smoldering as he reached for her, gripping her ass before releasing it again.

Kylian trailed behind Giselle as she made her way into the kitchen, where his sister-in-law had started preparing dinner.

The aroma of garlic and herbs filled the air as Giselle stepped into the kitchen, desperately trying to steady her pounding heart. She suddenly felt overly aware of the heat radiating from Kylian behind her, his nearness a tantalizing reminder of their earlier escapades.

Melissa, Kylian's sister-in-law, glanced up from the cutting board, her brow furrowing with slight concern. “Giselle, are you okay? You look a bit flushed,” she pointed out, a knowing smile creeping onto her face.

“I’m good,” Giselle quickly replied, forcing a smile, her eyes darting toward Kylian. He leaned casually against the doorframe. “I came to ask if there was anything I could help with?”

Melissa's smile widened as she gestured for Giselle to come closer. "How sweet of you! If you could chop some vegetables for the salad, that would be great."

As Giselle moved to the counter, her heart still raced from her earlier encounter with Kylian, and she felt his gaze on her like a warm caress. She grabbed a knife and began slicing through the tomatoes, the rhythmic motion helping to ground her. But Kylian’s presence remained a distraction, each lingering glance from him sending shivers down her spine.

Kylian’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he approached the counter. Sidling up next to her and leaning in slightly, his warm breath tickled her ear; he whispered, “You are mine later,” his voice low and intimate. Giselle's breath caught in her throat, and she almost faltered with the knife in her hand before he turned on his heel and left the kitchen.

“You guys are cute!” Melissa gushed as she turned to Giselle with a knowing smile.

With embarrassment and excitement at Melissa's comment, Giselle felt her cheeks flush even deeper. She tried to regain her composure, focusing on the vegetables in front of her while her heart continued to race at the thought of Kylian’s possessive words.

"I… we’re just friends," Giselle stammered, attempting to downplay the palpable chemistry between her and Kylian, but her voice lacked conviction. The heat in her cheeks betrayed her, and she could feel Melissa's playful gaze assessing her reaction.

"Oh please," Melissa chuckled, shaking her head knowingly. "I can see the way he looks at you. It’s more than just friendship."

Giselle bit her lip, suppressing a smile. She resumed chopping, focusing on the vegetables to distract herself from the vivid thoughts of Kylian that kept trying to invade her mind. Every time the knife slipped through the firm flesh of the tomato, she could almost feel Kylian's hands on her body again, and the heat between her legs surged back to life.

“Just friends,” Giselle echoed, her voice wavering as she recalled Kylian’s possessive grip from earlier. It was clear to her that their connection had evolved into something much deeper, even if she felt too shy to acknowledge it.

Melissa chuckled softly as she continued to work on the dinner preparations. “Admit it; he makes you feel things you didn’t expect.”

Giselle glanced sidelong at her, apprehension mingling with exhilaration. “It’s complicated,” she replied, the very words tasting foreign on her tongue. Deep down, though, she relished the thrill of being close to Kylian and the rush of emotions he stirred in her.

“Complicated can be fun sometimes,” Melissa winked, stirring the mixture in her pan.

“Or just complicated,” Giselle laughed, making Melissa do the same.

“Sometimes complication can lead to clarity,” Melissa replied, her tone light yet loaded with wisdom. She moved to the sink, rinsing her hands, and glanced over at Giselle. “You’re both adults. You can figure it out as you go. Do you want him?”

Giselle froze momentarily at Melissa's direct question, the knife poised over the remaining vegetable. The air between them felt charged, heavy with unspoken truths and lingering tension. Her heart raced, and she could feel heat creeping back into her cheeks.

“Yes.”

[epiphainie]

cherry bomb (1/1)

aka engine purr pt2

bucktommy, mechanic au, age gap, dom tommy, sub buck, degradation, humiliation, slut-shaming, dirty talk, riding, biting, spanking, frottage, daddy kink, under-negotiated kink, semi-public sex, jealousy

rating: E

words: 20k

summary:

“I told you, I’m fine,” came louder this time. “Just need help getting out.” Chimney frowned. “Wait…” Buck pulled down a bunch of needles from the crushed hood. “...I know that voice.” “Sit tight, sir, we’re working on it.” “Hen.” Chimney rapped her arm. “You know that voice.” There was a big frond obscuring the windshield. Buck pulled at it next. The motion brought down all the rest of the branches and the needles over the left side of the truck, a heap of foliage sliding down with sound. Dropping the rake and dusting off his hands, Buck stepped away. His eyes came up at the cracked glass and followed the path of jagged lines to the driver. He went still. Hen and Chimney’s voices echoed one another, the name said a little incredulous, a little curious. Quieter under all that, Buck heard his own whisper, “Tommy.”

new year's eve, the 118 responds to a call; buck comes across someone he told himself to forget about months ago

read on AO3

[spacebabesuki]

[solardrop]

take a picture,

aaron hotchner x reader

summary: at least Hotch has a picture of you when he misses you. tags: smut. 18+ mdni, reader isn't actually here hotch is just having fun by himself. he's just jerking it idk what else to tag here sorry. not proofread word count: ~0.8k a/n: I keep saying I want to practice smut sooooo i attempted to practice. I hope you like it! you can also read it on ao3!

This was a normal reaction to missing you.

At least, that’s what Aaron tells himself, glaring down at the proof of his arousal. You’ve been gone for less than a week. But he was like this. He’d just gotten off the phone with you. Your voice was darker, raspier than last time. Your boss was really running you ragged on that work trip. It broke his heart.

He lets out a deep sigh, spitting into his palm with a grudge before slipping his hand into the elastic waist of his boxers. His cock was painfully hard from just a phone conversation. Just a few soft, “I love you’s” riling him up to an embarrassing point. He wraps a strong hand around himself, humming at the relief the simple touch gave him. There was no point sitting here, frustrated, missing you, when he could take care of himself now before bed.  

He starts off slowly, lazy strokes just along his shaft. He doesn’t squeeze at the head just yet — you wouldn’t do that, not yet. You’d make him wait, bring him as close as possible to the edge before pushing him over it. 

He could almost feel it, your perfect hands gripping his length as you pull him into a leaking mess. It was silly, really; How many times you beg to have him just like this. How everytime he erupts in your hands you thank him earnestly. Whispering praise and sweet words into his good ear, making sure he could hear every filthy, honeyed word that falls out of your mouth. 

He pulls himself out of the confines of his boxers, reaching for the drawer of the nightstand with his opposite hand. His pace increases, the wet sound of him working himself filling the room as he rummages blindly in the dresser. His face prickles as his fingers land on the leather. He shouldn’t keep doing this. It was embarrassing, and frankly disrespectful for him to do. 

But God did he miss you.

He flips open his wallet, slipping the small square photograph out of its pocket. His dick throbs as soon as his fingers touch the shiny surface. 

It wasn’t his first time doing this, tending to himself while looking at this picture of you. The thumbprint permanently embedded into the laminated coating was enough proof of that. But it didn’t make him feel any less guilty about it — if only his cock had the same shame. 

He knows the picture isn’t particularly sexy or intimate. It was just an extra headshot from work you slid his way. But you were always apart for so long. And he always wanted to see you. Until one day he realized he just … could. 

He told himself it was just one time. By the third time he said it was the last time. But by the tenth time he realized he couldn’t finish without seeing you. It was wrong, defiling an otherwise innocent photo of yours like this. He knows he really needs to stop.

 But right now? You were just so, so pretty. 

He finally shifts his attention to the head of his cock, grunting at the sensitive shock that runs through him as he spreads the gathering precum down his shaft. His eyes trace your features as he pumps himself. Your face was so bright, a beaming smile and confident eyes shining back at him. You looked so cleaned up, professional; your hair slicked back and tamed precisely. He smiles. Pressure building inside of him. Only he knows the hell that went into the simple snapshot. You curse up a storm at every curl and tuft that just wouldn't cooperate the day of. 

He really just loves everything about you. 

LIke how your eyes always pierce into his as he’s pressing into you, just like right now. 

Or how your brows are relaxed, face content; just like when you come down from your orgasms. 

Especially your lips, how they stretch around him perfectly just like- Shit. 

He pants as he grips himself at the base, screwing his eyes shut. Grunting out your name with a string of curses as he wills himself to last a bit longer. But he fucks up. Glancing at you far too soon. He makes eye contact with you, and he’s finished. His hips buck, fucking into his hand as his balls tighten almost painfully. His thighs tense as he cums, the thick spurts landing everywhere, warm drops decorating his hands and stomach. He continues to squeeze, moaning your name out into the empty walls around him. 

The tension in his belly finally fades, relief and warmth washing over him. He still strokes his softening flesh, despite his body starting to shake with sensitivity — It’s what you would do if you were here anyways. He brings the picture of you up to his face, ready to look at it once more before tucking it away again when he chokes. His skin blazes as he realizes a bit of his spend landed its way onto the small cardstock of your face. His groin whirls with excitement, again. He catches himself laughing before he could stop himself. 

At least he already has his materials out this time.

[blondrafe]

I don 't know why people are in a frenzy now over what's speculated to be Drew and Odessa under that umbrella in Aaron's photo dump; if you all read the room, it was apparent they were more than platonic from the jump, especially if they were seen exiting the same hotel in Paris back in January . Many people wanna insinuate that O is a lesbian who has a girlfriend . I guess them thinking it's Quen Blackwell or maybe Billie Eilish, but Quen said 2 years ago that Odessa had a boyfriend on a podcast . She mentionedhow her and O would go on double dates ,and how she was in love. During those times , O was seen with Drew a lot . Ifshe was in a relationship with someone else , why would that believed - to - be partner let Odessa share clothes with Drew , fly internationally just to see him ,and have no other friends involved , and be okay with that ? Wouldn't Drew deny the British Vogue article or Daily Mail one mentioning how him and O were in a relationship ? His own cousin was commenting on a TikTok video , claiming he had a girlfriend . This was the same cousin that was with him in Charleston at the obx4 premiere . Some little girl who was at the Tribeca Film Festival during O's premiere of Fresh Kills that O even follows claimed that O referred to Drew as her boyfriend . O doesn't treat Drew just like one of the guys . Although she may emasculate him and embarrass him ,they're emotionally attached to eachother and at the hip . It worked for them this long to never confirm them being together , otherwise they get more hate ,even worse than the backlash they received from Aaron's photo dump.Because Drew fans would crash out worse than Rudison fans when it comes to Rudy and Elaine . There were already fans threatening to unstan because of the umbrella photo . Drew deleted all traces of O off his page and turned off tags at a point because there were hate pages doxxing his family , sending him death threats , and going too far . Thosepeople make it unbearable for him to feel confident going through fully coming out and admitting what O is to him . He is hypersensitive and doesn 't know how to stand up for himself . O is pathetic to be okay with not having a title , and being allover him, or vice versa . It 's been going on for 4 years now . He 's living in Odessa's old apartment with Jesse . Shedrives his car . They share a Pomeranian dog , and all her friends have become his, and his have become hers . Drew isn't coming off Odessa no matter how bad she plays in his face , embarrassing him ,showing up to his . Premiere looking like a hobo and thenhaving to sneak into restaurants through the back door , or not be visible in public. Zero PDA . They are a shit show . Sheis still pursuing other women like Billie and Manon , and flirty with Quen . He isstill on Raya and following sex workers .These people are flawed and have faults the public may not see . People are so disillusioned with this fantasy . He 's Prince Charming when he's going out like a cuckold.

yall just read this because honestly it left me speachless. applaud this anon because they said it ALL. anon ily you explain lowk everything perfectly

[shreddeddescent]

how raph's run goes after the disaster (prev) (next)

[viciicella]

Ren is just some guy that matches Akechis freak (A tale of two trickers)

[lanaslushworld]

Haters will say it’s fake 🤷‍♀️

[heartsbyani]

bahngers are we doing okay? BECAUSE IM NOT. RAILWAY UNVEIL IS OUT. WTF DO U MEAN VAMPIRE CHAN????? I MEAN CHRIS???? NO CAUSE THE CHAINS. THIS KINKY MF.. pray for me im digging a hole and never coming out again.

[szariahwroteit]

Girls Need Love: A Kylian Mbappè x Original Character Erotic Series.

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 11

“Sorry,” Giselle murmured, her lips curving into a smirk against the column of Kylian’s throat as she kissed over a rather obnoxious bruise she had left behind during one of their previous encounters.

Kylian chuckled softly, a warm, low sound reverberating through his chest. “I’m sure you are,” he teased, tilting his head back to give her better access. The heat of her breath against his skin sent shivers racing down his spine, a reminder of their night together.

Giselle pulled back slightly, her eyes sparkling with mischievousness. “I'm going to miss you,” she whispered, placing her hand on the back of his head so she could pull him in closer. Their lips met in a slow, lingering kiss that ignited a rush of heat between them. The taste of him was intoxicating. Her hands slid down to his shoulders, fingers digging in gently as if anchoring herself to him, to the moment.

Kylian responded, his hands finding their place on her waist, pulling her flush against him, leaving just the two of them wrapped in this sultry cocoon that only they understood. Every kiss unraveled another layer of tension, each caress igniting memories of the night before—fingers intertwined, breathless gasps, the desperate need that had overtaken them both.

“Are you ready to go?” Kylian asked, his voice low as he gently pulled away from her lips. His gaze lingered over her, admiring how the black asymmetrical dress hugged her figure, enhancing the graceful curve of her waist and flowing elegantly down one side. It was the perfect choice for her final evening in Madrid, and as he looked into her eyes, he could sense a mix of excitement and melancholy in the air.

Giselle sighed softly, her heart fluttering at the weight of his gaze. “I suppose I have to be,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. The thought of leaving Madrid, of leaving him, felt like a bittersweet ache in her chest.

“Let’s make it a night to remember, then,” Kylian said, a playful grin spreading across his face. He took her hand, intertwining their fingers as he led her toward the door. The warmth of his touch sent a thrill through her, and she couldn’t help but smile back, her earlier melancholy momentarily forgotten.

It was quiet as they stepped out of Kylian's house, and despite the evening chill, there was a stillness in the air that whispered spring.

Giselle was careful on her heels as Kylian led her down the cobbled path towards his car, pulling open the door so she could slip inside. As she settled into the plush leather seat, Kylian's lingering warmth seemed to follow her, wrapping around her like a protective aura. He slid in beside her, the door shutting with a soft click that felt final, but also full of promise.

As he navigated through the streets of Madrid, the city lights flickered like stars against the velvet backdrop of night. Giselle stole glances at him, capturing fleeting moments, from the way his jaw tightened in concentration to the flicker of amusement in his eyes as he recounted tales of their days spent together hidden away in the beautiful city.

“Do I get to know where you're taking me, or are you going to keep me guessing until we get there?” Giselle asked, her voice playful, laced with curiosity.

Kylian shot her a sideways glance, a smirk returning to his lips. "Dinner." He answered simply, not giving anything away as his fingers drummed lightly against the steering wheel.

“Dinner? How vague,” she teased, a playful pout forming on her lips as she tried to guess what sort of place he had in mind. Giselle leaned toward him slightly, their knees brushing together, a spark of electricity igniting from the contact.

Kylian chuckled, enjoying the anticipation that danced in the air between them. “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise. You wouldn’t want that, would you?” His voice dripped with mischief, his dark eyes glinting as he shifted gears.

“Fine, I’ll play along,” she replied, settling back in her seat and crossing her arms in mock annoyance. But inside, her heart raced with excitement. Each moment spent with him felt like a secret shared, a little piece of magic they held alone.

As they passed through the vibrant streets, Giselle's mind wandered back to their earlier rendezvous—how they had laughed, seduced, and surrendered to each other's touch until dawn had crept in, wrapping them in golden light. She relished the memory of his fingertips trailing down her back, the warmth of his breath as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear.

“What’s going through that pretty head of yours?” Kylian asked, a smile tugging at his lips as he caught her lost gaze in the glass.

“Just thinking,” she said softly, the weight of her words sinking into the air around them.

The seriousness in her tone sliced through the playful atmosphere, causing Kylian to glance away from the road, his expression shifting to one of contemplation. “We’ll have time again,” he assured her, his voice steady, though the sincerity in his eyes also betrayed a hint of longing.

The tension in the car was short-lived. Giselle looked out the window to find they were at the Santiago Bernabeu. “What are we doing here?” she asked in confusion. The atmosphere was still and serene, a complete contrast from a match day.

“Do you trust me?” he questioned, turning his head to glance at her before turning his car into the same parking lot Melissa had parked her car when they'd gone to his game.

“Yes,” she answered without hesitation.

Kylian smiled at her response, a look of satisfaction crossing his features. “Good,” he said, parking the car and shutting off the engine. “Come on, let’s explore a little.”

He exited the vehicle with an easy grace, and Giselle followed suit, her curiosity piqued. As she stepped out, the cool night air embraced her, contrasting sharply with the warmth they shared moments before. The massive structure of the stadium loomed ahead, illuminated under the glow of night lights. It felt magical, as if it held countless secrets within its walls—stories of passion, ambition, and victory.

“Where are we going?” she asked, glancing up at him for guidance. There was a spark of excitement in his eyes that mirrored her own.

“Just follow me,” he replied, retaking her hand. Together, they strolled towards the entrance. The silence of the parking lot was thick with anticipation, and with each step, Giselle wondered where this night would lead.

As they approached the stadium, Kylian reached into his pocket and produced a pair of access cards. “I arranged something special,” he said with a wink, and her heart fluttered at the thought of what lay ahead.

“Special like how?” she pressed, trying to contain her intrigue.

“Just trust me,” he reiterated, a playful glint in his eye.

They slipped through a side entrance, and the sound of their footsteps echoed softly in the empty halls. The dimly lit corridors were adorned with photos of legendary players and moments that defined the beautiful game. Kylian led her deeper into the stadium's heart, the ambiance charged with an electric blend of nostalgia and anticipation.

Finally, they emerged onto the pristine pitch, the vast grass stretching out before them under the moonlight. Giselle gasped, stepping forward in awe. It was surreal to stand where champions had battled; the world fell away, leaving just the two of them.

“Wow,” she breathed, taking in the view. “This is incredible.”

Kylian chuckled, watching her face light up with wonder. “I thought you’d like it,” he said, moving closer to her. “I wanted to share this moment with you.”

Giselle turned to face him, her heart swelling with affection. The intimacy of the moment, set against the backdrop of the grand stadium, filled her with warmth. “It’s perfect,” she admitted, her voice soft and sincere.

As if sensing the gravity of the moment, Kylian stepped forward, his presence enveloping her. “There’s more,” he said, taking her hand and leading her toward the center of the pitch. The grass felt cool beneath her feet, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body so close beside her.

“What do you mean?” Giselle asked, her curiosity piqued even further.

“Just wait,” he replied, a playful glint in his eyes as he took Giselle's hand, leading her off the pitch and onto his second reveal of the evening.

Kylian led her along the all-too-familiar route to the stadium's VIP box, which he had taken the liberty of transforming into a restaurant for the night.

Giselle was in awe as he led her into the room to reveal a candlelit dinner set for two, surrounded by glass walls that provided a stunning view of the pitch. The table was elegantly decorated with delicate flowers and flickering candles, casting a warm glow that softened the surroundings, making the room feel even more intimate.

“Wow, Kylian,” Giselle said, her eyes sparkling with astonishment. “You did all this?”

He nodded, a satisfied smile on his face. “I wanted our last night to be unforgettable.” He gestured for her to take a seat, and as she did, the weight of the world outside melted away. It was just the two of them, cocooned in their own little paradise high above the stadium.

As they settled in, Kylian poured champagne into crystal flutes, the bubbles rising like tiny fireworks. “To us,” he toasted, raising his glass.

“To us,” Giselle echoed, clinking her glass against his. The richness of the champagne filled her senses, and she couldn’t help but relish the moment—here they were, an ordinary evening transformed into something magical.

They enjoyed a delightful meal, the conversation effortlessly flowing as they swapped stories and laughed like old friends. But beneath the surface, each shared glance and each playful touch hinted at the undeniable chemistry that sizzled between them.

At one point, Kylian reached across the table, his fingers lightly brushing against Giselle’s. “Have you enjoyed your time here?” he asked, his gaze intense and tender.

Giselle nodded, her pulse quickening. “I have. Thank you so much for having me.”

“The pleasure is mine,” Kylian smirked as he raised his glass up to his lips. “Thank you for coming.”

Despite the reason she’d ended up with him in Madrid, the past week tucked away in his house felt like a dream—quiet and solitudinous days, followed by hot and heavy nights with him.

Giselle felt her cheeks warm at the memory. “You made it unforgettable,” she admitted, smiling softly. “It’s hard to believe it’s just been a week.”

Kylian chuckled, his eyes bright with mischief. “Time flies when you’re having fun, doesn’t it?”

“Fun is an understatement,” she replied, her voice teasing.

He leaned forward, his expression shifting to something more serious. “I don’t regret a single moment,” he said, his voice low and sincere. The weight of his gaze held her captive, and she felt an undeniable pull toward him, like gravity was working in their favor.

“Me neither,” Giselle murmured, her heart racing. The air around them thickened, transforming the gentle ambiance into something charged with longing. She could see the flicker of desire in his eyes, and it mirrored her own.

“Come here,” Kylian whispered, his voice laced with an urgency that made her breath hitch. He stood, rounded the table, and gently took her hands, guiding her to her feet and sitting down so he could pull her onto his lap.

Giselle's heart raced as she settled onto his lap, the warmth of his body radiating against hers. She could feel his heartbeat thudding beneath her palms, echoing her own rhythm. The closeness stirred something deep within her, a longing that had been building since the moment they met.

Kylian's hands rested on her waist, fingers splayed as he drew her closer. “I’ve been thinking about this,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “About us.”

“What about us?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. A mix of excitement and trepidation filled her senses.

He turned his head slightly, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. “About how this week has changed everything,” he replied, his voice low and serious. “I didn’t expect to feel this way about you.”

Giselle's breath caught in her throat. The weight of his words hung in the air, and she felt her heart flutter in response. “I didn’t either,” she confessed, her cheeks flushing as she searched his eyes for reassurance.

Kylian leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her cheek before finding the corner of her mouth. “I want to explore this… whatever this is,” he said, his voice husky with emotion. “I know we’re from different worlds, but I think we owe it to ourselves to see where it leads.”

Giselle’s heart swelled with a mix of hope and fear. “You’re right,” she said softly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. “I want to see where this goes too.”

A smile broke across Kylian’s face, lighting up his features. It was a smile that promised adventure, passion, and possibility. He leaned in, capturing her lips with his in a kiss that was both tender and electric, igniting a fire that had been smoldering between them all week.

The kiss deepened, and Giselle melted against him, feeling safe and cherished. She wrapped her arms around his neck, losing herself in the moment as they poured every unspoken feeling into that single connection.

When they finally pulled apart, both breathless, Kylian rested his forehead against hers.

“Thank you for welcoming me into your world,” Giselle searched his eyes, her voice soft and earnest.

Kylian didn't have any words to offer at that moment. Instead, he leaned into her, pressing a kiss to her lips as his hand ran up her bare thigh.

The simple touch sent a wave of warmth cascading through her body, igniting every nerve ending as he explored her skin. Giselle could feel his fingers trailing closer to the hem of her dress, teasing her with the promise of what was to come—the thrill of desire coiled tightly around them, pulling them into a world where only they existed.

“Kylian,” she breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation. “What if someone catches us?”

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through her. “Are you ready to go?” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

The question hung in the air, thick with anticipation. Giselle felt a rush of exhilaration wash over her, the thrill of living on the edge making her pulse race. Her gaze met Kylian's, and she could see he was equally consumed by the moment—a heady mix of mischief and desire swirling between them.

“I want you,” Giselle whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. The admission spilled from her lips like a secret she could no longer contain, anchoring her resolve to this man who had turned her world upside down in just a week.

Kylian responded with a low growl, the sound resonating deep within him. His hands gripped her waist, his thumbs caressing her skin just above the hem of her dress. “Then let’s not waste any more time,” he murmured, capturing her lips again with a fierce hunger.

Giselle melted against him, feeling every part of her body awaken in response to his kiss. One of his hands tangled in her hair, holding her captive, while the other roamed, exploring the curves of her body as if mapping out every inch.

She wasn’t sure how it happened, but in an instant, they were on their feet, intertwined and moving closer to the glass walls that framed the vast expanse of the pitch. The idea of getting caught sunk deeper into her mind, adding an intoxicating thrill to their desperate kisses.

Her back pressed against the cold glass, but the chill was quickly evaporated by the warmth of Kylian’s body pressed against hers.

Kylian let out a lustful growl as he peeled himself from Giselle; he knew that if they didn't stop, they might end up in a situation that, as public figures, neither of them needed. As thrilling as the idea of having sex in his home stadium sounded, he knew better. They both did.

Kylian took a step back, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to regain his composure. Giselle looked equally affected, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen from their passionate kisses. The air between them crackled with unfulfilled desire, but Kylian knew they needed to slow down.

"We should probably head back," he said, his voice husky with restraint. "Before things get out of hand."

Giselle nodded, swallowing hard as she smoothed down her dress. "You're right," she agreed, though her eyes betrayed a hint of disappointment.

“Take off your thong,” Kylian whispered, his voice a low, gravelly promise that sent a thrill coursing through her body.

Giselle's breath hitched, eyes widening in surprise. The boldness of his command sent a rush of heat flooding her cheeks. "Here?" she asked, incredulity swirling with desire.

Kylian's gaze was intense and unwavering as he stepped closer again, reclaiming the space between them and filling it with smoldering tension. "Give them to me. I have plans for you once we get back to the car.”

Giselle's heart raced as she glanced around, ensuring they were indeed alone in the VIP box. With trembling fingers, she reached beneath her dress and slowly slid her thong down her legs, stepping out of it and handing it to Kylian with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

He took the delicate fabric, brought it to his nose, and inhaled deeply, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he savored her scent. A smirk played on his lips as he tucked the thong into his pocket, his gaze never leaving hers.

"Beautiful," he said, his voice low and husky. "All mine."

Giselle shivered at the possessive tone, a thrill running down her spine. She couldn't deny the rush of excitement that came with his words, the knowledge that he had claimed her so thoroughly.

Kylian took her hand, leading her out of the VIP box and back through the stadium corridors.

As they emerged into the cool parking garage, Kylian's car was the only one. He opened the passenger door for Giselle, helping her inside before rounding the vehicle to the driver's side. The moment he slid into the seat, the atmosphere shifted, charged with unspoken desires and the promise of what was to come.

Kylian started the engine, the low purr filling the silence between them. He glanced over at Giselle, his eyes dark with intent. "Spread your legs," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Giselle's breath caught in her throat, but she obeyed, parting her thighs beneath the hem of her dress. The cool air kissed her bare skin, a stark contrast to the heat building within her.

Kylian reached into his pocket, pulling out her discarded thong. He brought it to her face, trailing the fabric along her jawline and down her neck.

"Play with yourself," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.

Giselle's heart raced as she stared at the thong dangling from Kylian's fingers, her mind reeling at his command. The fabric brushed against her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. She hesitated for a moment, the boldness of his request sending a surge of excitement and apprehension through her.

Slowly, she reached beneath her dress, her fingers trembling slightly as they made contact with her bare flesh. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation as she began to touch herself, circling her most sensitive spot with gentle strokes.

“Show me your pussy,” Kylian watched her intently, his gaze burning with desire as he took in the sight of her pleasuring herself as he started the car, and the engine roared to life.

Giselle's eyes fluttered open, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal. Slowly, she lifted the hem of her dress, revealing her bare thighs and the glistening folds of her pussy. The cool air against her exposed skin sent a shiver through her, intensifying the sensation of her own fingers moving in gentle circles.

Kylian's eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his voice strained. "You're so fucking beautiful."

He kept one hand on the wheel, guiding the car through the Madrid streets, while the other reached out to brush his knuckles against Giselle's inner thigh. The touch was featherlight, sending electric jolts of pleasure through her.

Giselle gasped, her hips arching slightly into his touch. She continued to pleasure herself, her movements becoming more urgent as the tension built within her.

Kylian's knuckles brushed against Giselle's wet folds, and he couldn't resist the urge to slide a finger inside her. She was so tight, so warm, and the sound of her moan filled the car, spurring him on. He pumped his finger slowly, matching the rhythm of her own touches.

"Kylian," Giselle breathed, her head falling back against the headrest as she rode the waves of pleasure. The combination of her own touch and his invading finger was overwhelming, pushing her closer to the edge.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice low and husky. "Come for me. I want to feel you squeeze my finger."

His words, combined with the skillful movements of his hand, sent Giselle over the precipice. She cried out, her body convulsing as a powerful orgasm washed over her. Her inner walls clenched around his finger, pulsing with release.

Giselle barely made it into Kylian’s house before he was on her, her dress and heels left discarded in the entryway, where he’d feasted on her until her clit was swollen and her body trembled before carrying her up to his bedroom.

Giselle's eyes rolled shut, and her mind went blank as Kylian moved within her, his thrusts hard and incredibly deep as he pinned her legs to the bed.

A chill ran the length of her spine as she felt Kylian’s tongue on her, licking his way from between her breasts over her throat and to her chin before he stole her breath with a feverish kiss.

The thick head of Kylian’s cock pressed Giselle's cervix as he swallowed her moans, his eyes closed in pure unadulterated pleasure as he rolled his hips into her. The bed sang under the pressure of his thrust as a single tear slipped from Giselle's eye.

Kylian's eyes snapped open, his pupils dilated with desire as he watched a tear roll down Giselle's cheek. He slowed his pace, concern etched on his face.

“Shh, baby, I've got you,” he murmured, his voice husky with need. “Is it too much? Tell me if I'm hurting you.” His hand came up to gently wipe away the tear, his thumb caressing her cheek. “I want to make you feel good, Giselle.”

He leaned down, pressing soft kisses along her jawline and neck, his hips still moving in slow, deep thrusts.

“Please don't stop,” Giselle whimpered, tilting her hips into Kylian’s thrust. She wanted everything, including the dull discomfort that only made way for an inexplicable pleasure. “I want to get on top.”

Kylian's eyes flashed with desire at Giselle's words, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He pulled out slowly, eliciting a gasp from Giselle before flipping them over so she was straddling him. “Ride me,” he instructed.

"Like this?" Giselle asked, biting her lip as she looked down at him, her hands resting on his chest. She slowly lowered herself onto his length, a soft moan escaping her lips as he filled her completely.

"That's it," Kylian praised, his hands gripping her hips. "Show me what you want."

Giselle began to move, lifting herself up before sliding back down, finding a rhythm that made them both moan. Kylian's eyes were locked onto her, taking in every curve and movement, his hands guiding her hips.

"You look so fucking beautiful like this," he growled, sitting up suddenly to capture one of her nipples in his mouth.

Giselle gasped as Kylian sat up, his mouth enveloping her nipple and sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

“Slow,” Kylian guided, his hands slid down to grip her ass. “Take your time and feel me.”

Kylian's hands gripped Giselle's hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he guided her movements. He watched with hooded eyes as she rode him slowly, savoring every inch of his hard cock, sliding in and out of her.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," he groaned, his head falling back against the pillow. "So tight and wet."

Giselle's hands slid up his chest, her nails raking lightly over his skin. She leaned down, pressing her forehead against his as she continued to move on top of him.

"You're so deep," she gasped, her breath coming in short pants. "I can feel you everywhere."

Kylian's hands slid up her back, pulling her closer to him. He captured her lips in a heated kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth as he began to thrust up into her from below.

"Harder," Giselle pleaded, breaking the kiss to bury her face in the crook of Kylian's neck. "Please, Kylian."

Kylian's grip on her hips tightened, and he began to thrust up into her with more force, his hips snapping against hers. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with their moans and gasps.

"Yes, just like that," Giselle cried out, her nails digging into Kylian's shoulders. "Don't stop."

Kylian's hands slid down to grip her ass, spreading her cheeks apart as he pounded into her. He could feel her tightening around him, her body tensing as she approached her climax.

"Fuck, you're so deep," Giselle gasped, her nails digging into Kylian's shoulders as she felt him hit that perfect spot inside her. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!"

"That's it, do it for me," Kylian growled, his hips snapping up into hers with increasing urgency. "Let me feel you."

He reached between their bodies, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing it in tight circles. The added stimulation was enough to push Giselle over the edge, her body convulsing with pleasure as she cried out his name.

"Yes, yes, YES!" she screamed, her head thrown back in ecstasy as her orgasm crashed over her. "Kylian!"

When Giselle's orgasm passed, Kylian laid her back on the bed, crawling on top of her as he reached for a pillow, pushing it beneath her and raising her hips slightly.

Kylian's eyes flashed with a primal hunger as he positioned himself between Giselle's legs, the pillow elevating her hips to the perfect angle. He grabbed her thighs, spreading them wider as he looked down at her glistening pussy, swollen and sensitive from her recent orgasm.

"You're so fucking beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "So open, so vulnerable."

He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her inner thigh before trailing his lips up to her core. His tongue flicked out, tasting her, savoring the sweetness of her arousal.

"Kylian," Giselle gasped, her hands flying to his hair as he licked a slow stripe up her slit. "What are you doing?"

"Worshipping you," he replied, his breath hot against her skin. "Making you feel good."

He sealed his lips around her clit, sucking gently as he slid two fingers inside her.

Kylian's fingers pumped in and out of Giselle's pussy, curling to hit that sweet spot inside her as his tongue worked her clit. He could feel her walls tightening around him, her body responding eagerly to his touch.

"That's it, baby," he murmured against her flesh, his voice vibrating through her. "Let me hear you."

Giselle's moans grew louder, her hips bucking against his face as he drove her closer to the edge. Her fingers tightened in his hair, holding him in place as she chased her release.

"Kylian, I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum again!" she cried out, her body tensing as her orgasm washed over her.

Kylian didn't let up, his fingers and tongue working her through the waves of pleasure until she was a trembling, satisfied mess beneath him.

Kylian flipped Giselle onto her stomach, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her up onto her knees. He positioned himself behind her, his hard length pressing against her entrance.

"This little pussy was made for me," he drawled, his voice low and husky with desire. "Even when you are away, it's mine."

Kylian hissed as he spread Giselle open, her pussy swollen and incredibly wet as the tip of his cock ghosted against her.

“Donne-toi à moi,” he groaned, a deep moan ripping from his throat as he leaned forward, giving her his entire cock in one swift motion before stilling.

Kylian's eyes darkened with lust as he felt Giselle's tight heat envelop him completely. He gripped her hips tightly, savoring the feeling of being buried deep inside her.

“Fuck, you're so tight,” he groaned, his hips twitching slightly as he fought the urge to move. “I love how you take my cock so perfectly.”

He leaned forward, pressing his chest against Giselle's back as he reached around to circle her clit with his fingers. “This pussy belongs to me, understand? I'm going to fill you up so fucking deep, you'll be feeling me for days.”

Kylian began to move, his hips rolling in slow, deep thrusts as he stimulated Giselle's clit. He could feel her walls fluttering around him, her body responding eagerly to his touch.

“You like that, don't you?” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.

“Yes,” Giselle moaned, her back arching away from Kylian as she felt a bead of her arousal drip down the inside of her thigh.

Kylian's fingers continued their relentless assault on Giselle's clit as he drove into her from behind, his hips slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, mingling with their moans and gasps.

"That's it, baby," Kylian encouraged, his voice strained with pleasure. "Take my cock."

His free hand slid up Giselle's back, gripping her shoulder as he pulled her back onto him, burying himself even deeper.

"Yes, yes, YES!" Giselle screamed, her fingers digging into the sheets as she came undone beneath him. "Kylian!"

Kylian's grip on her tightened, his hips snapping forward as he chased his own release.

Kylian's hips stuttered, his fingers digging into Giselle's hips as he buried himself balls deep inside her, his orgasm crashing over him. "Fuck, Giselle!" he groaned, his hot cum filling her in pulses.

He collapsed onto her back, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. After a moment, he rolled them onto their sides, spooning her from behind as he gently kissed her shoulder.

"Perfect," he murmured, his hand resting possessively on her hip.

Giselle smiled, leaning back into his embrace. "You're not so bad yourself," she teased, turning her head to press a kiss to his jaw as she felt herself overcome with emotion.

Kylian chuckled, his arms tightening around her. "Not so bad? I have to work on that."

He rolled her onto her back, hovering over her with a mischievous grin that faltered as he noticed the look on her face, and her eyes shone with unshed tears.

Kylian's expression softened, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped down Giselle's cheek. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked gently, concern etched on his face. "Did I hurt you? I'm sorry if I was too rough."

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as he pulled her into his arms, holding her close. "Talk to me, Giselle. What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?"

Kylian's heart ached at the sight of Giselle's tears, his protective instincts kicking in. He wanted nothing more than to take away her pain, to make her feel safe and loved.

"I just... I don't know," Giselle sniffled, burying her face in his chest. "I guess I'm just feeling overwhelmed. This thing between us, it's so intense. I'm going home tomorrow, and I didn't expect to feel this way."

She looked up at him, her eyes searching his.

Kylian listened attentively, his heart swelling with affection for Giselle. He understood the overwhelming nature of their connection, as it was something he had never experienced before either.

"It's okay," he murmured, his fingers gently brushing through her hair. "I feel it, too."

He pressed a soft kiss to her lips, pouring all his emotions into the gentle touch. "But I want you to know that I'm here for you. Whatever you're feeling, whatever you need, I'm here."

His hands slid down to cup her face, his thumbs wiping away her tears. Between the earth-shattering sex and connection, they shared that came as natural as breathing to them, she couldn't make sense of her emotions as she prepared herself to head back home to Los Angeles the following morning.

For a little under a week, his sprawling Madrid home had been her sanctuary, an escape from the world and all of her problems that loomed.

Return home meant stepping out of the bubble she had created with Kylian, and she didn't know how to feel about it.

She knew she wasn't ready for a relationship or to give her heart to another fully, but as she told Melissa a few days before, as she had helped her prepare dinner in Kylian’s kitchen, she wanted him.

Kylian's gaze held hers, a silent understanding passing between them as they navigated their emotions.

“I’m going to the bathroom. Can you stay awake for me?” he asked softly. Giselle nodded, shifting her tired body off Kylian so he could get out of bed.

She watched as he strode into the bathroom before she heard the sound of running water, the light from the bathroom illuminating the gentle outlines of his body.

Giselle's mind raced as she replayed the intensity of their connection, the way he made her feel—sought after, cherished, and utterly consumed. She had never felt so open with someone, yet she was torn between desire and fear.

When he returned, he scooped her body up from the bed as if she were weightless, carrying her into the bathroom, where he found the tub slowly filling with hot water and bubbles.

Kylian carefully lowered Giselle into the warm, bubbly water, the soothing heat enveloping her tired body. He stepped into the tub behind her, settling in and pulling her back against his chest.

"This is nice," he murmured, his arms wrapping around her waist. "You needed this."

Giselle sighed contentedly, leaning back into his embrace. The warm water and Kylian's strong arms around her were exactly what she needed to relax and clear her mind.

Kylian reached for a washcloth, dipping it into the water before gently wiping it over Giselle's shoulders and arms. His touch was tender and caring, a stark contrast to the intense passion they had shared earlier.

"You know," he began softly, his lips brushing against her ear. "I'm going to miss you when you leave."

Giselle's heart fluttered at his words, a mix of emotions swirling within her. She felt a pang of sadness at the thought of leaving Kylian but also a sense of relief that she would have time to process everything that had happened between them.

The next morning, Giselle was the first to awaken, her body still wholly spent as she relished the last of Kylian's warmth.

In a few short hours, she be on a plane to Los Angeles, and as excited as she was to get back to work, the comfort she found in Kylian's embrace was one she knew she wouldn't find anywhere else.

A hiss from Giselle woke Kylian from his slumber as she tried to get out of his bed on shaky legs. Between her legs tender as she sat on the edge of his bed.

Kylian's sleepy gaze drifted over to her, a slow smile tugging at his lips as he took in the sight of her, disheveled and absolutely beautiful in the morning light. "Where do you think you're going?" he murmured, his voice husky from sleep.

Giselle turned to face him, her heart fluttering at the sight of him. "I was going to make us coffee," she replied, a nervousness creeping into her voice as the reality of her impending departure settled in. "But I'm sore."

Kylian chuckled softly, a warm, teasing sound that sent shivers down her spine. “That’s what happens when you tell me to go harder,” he said, a knowing grin spreading across his face.

Giselle rolled her eyes playfully, the tension melting slightly at his words. “Well, I guess I should’ve known better,” she replied, her cheeks heating as she took a moment to collect herself. She glanced at him, caught in the depths of his eyes that seemed to see right through her nervousness.

“Come here,” he said, visibly stretching before swinging his legs over the side of the bed, a lion rising after a satisfying feast. He reached out and pulled her back against him, the warmth of his body enveloping her once again.

Giselle let out a soft giggle, feeling safe in his embrace despite the bittersweet feelings swirling within her. “Kylian…” she started, hesitantly, as feelings she had tried to shove down came rushing to the surface. “I have to leave soon.”

Kylian’s expression shifted slightly, a flash of understanding crossing his face. “I know,” he said softly, his fingers brushing against her shoulder soothingly. “But let's not focus on that just yet. We can have coffee first, and then we'll figure it out.”

[c-kiddo]

1 day i will finish this fanfic i started thats abt caduceus being at home again and like just hanging out with his mum and just existing with family around + him being like glad im still alive :'-) but i am busy and also every time i work on it i 1. scream 2. cry 3. frow up 4. die

[spacebabesuki]

okay, but have you guys noticed that Eddie has a way of talking or shouting at absolutely everyone? Yet every time he speaks to Chrissy, he uses this really SOFT voice 🥺 I swear to God, his voice changes every time he opens his mouth around her and the way he makes sure she's okay when he gets there and sees her scared! I swear SDHASFKJAOHMYGOOOOOOD! He literally fixed his hair before meeting her in the forest, and his eyes turn so soft around her I'm gonna throw up 😩💖

Two and a half years and I still can't get over it!

[princington]

Falin was flushed and may have felt delirious.

Marcille didn’t let go for an entire hour—going back and forth between her fingers and the soft feathers of her arms. She did it as though it soothed her, flipping through pages like Falin wasn’t burning red in the ears two feet away from her.

cognizance by kayr0ss on ao3

[alinacecee]

IF I COULD SAVE EVERY PICTURE PF PEDRO PASCAL, I WOULD👹👹👹 But have these lil nuggets I got😮‍💨😮‍💨

[melluvsuu]

“ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 . ”

character : dazai osamu

context : you’re an agent going undercover, you encounter port mafia executive dazai. he finds you interesting. yeah..

authors note : you should listen to the diner by Billie ellish to get the vibe to it.

warning : stalker briefly mentioned, stalker!dazai, can be interpreted romantically or whatever, shout out to my bbg @riiwrites 😼☝🏽, murder and blood mentioned too, gender not mentioned, literally we rock with they/them 💋‼️.. uhm I think that’s all gays yeah..

,, 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓. 𝜚

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐘 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐒, the last remnants of daylight clinging stubbornly to the horizon. It was a view [name] had come to appreciate, standing on the balcony of the modest clinic where [name] built their cover. As a doctor specialising in human behaviour, their role was simple enough—listen, observe, and blend in. Standing there in viewing the people going about their days, [name] ran their fingers along the balcony’s iron railing, feeling the coolness of the metal beneath their skin. In this quiet neighbourhood, [name] was simply known as Dr. [name]—a doctor who listened to the woes of the weary, a person who could help people understand the storms in their minds. In some ways, [name] had taken to the role more naturally than they expected. It wasn’t far from what I had trained for, after all. But beneath that calm exterior, my real purpose was far more pressing.

The wind picked up slightly, rustling the papers on my desk inside the small office. I stepped back inside, closing the door behind me as I glanced at the scattered reports and profiles I’d been reviewing. Every interaction I had here was a potential lead—every patient, every conversation was a thread that might lead me to the missing documents. I was hunting for the whispers in the crowd, the signs that something was about to crack.

I sat down and opened one of the files again. A name stared back at me—Takeda Masaru, a local journalist with a reputation for being nosey. He had been in to see me twice, under the guise of seeking help for stress and insomnia. But I knew better. Knocking me out of my train of thought, my smartwatch started vibrating. It was morse code.

‘GOOD EVENING AGENT [NAME], IT'S NICE TO YOU ALIVE AND WELL.WE HAVE NEW INTEL. THERE'S BEEN SIGHTING AT THE LOADING. THE DOCUMENTS SHOULD BE THERE. IT SHOULD BE A DARK RED CARGO BOX WITH THE NAME ‘MELLUVS ART AND WRITING SUPPLIES’ . QUICKLY GET THERE BEFORE ANYBODY INTERVENES. BEST OF LUCK TO YOU.’

I quickly changed my clothing still keeping my pants and shoes and swapping my glasses with sunglasses, my shirt with a business shirt. Taking my coat off the rack I jumped off of the railing onto the pavement. The cold air hitting my face, I felt that familiar rush of adrenaline. The peaceful exterior I’d adopted as a doctor was peeling away, revealing the true purpose behind the mask.

I arrived at the loading dock slipping past guards. While remaining on my toes, looking around, finding the maroon cargo box, picking the lock, catching it before it could fall can make noise. Opening the door and sorting through papers. I found the papers of the document, putting the papers in my doctors folder, I turned to step out just to be greeted with…

"Are you lost?" a voice rang out behind them.

“I’m sorry?” You turned towards the stranger with a simple smile.

“I said, are you lost? Dr. [name].” He repeated.

Standing in the shadow of a weathered chimney was a young man, barely older than them, with an unsettlingly casual grin. His black hair fell messily over his eyes, his posture loose and unthreatening, but I knew better than to trust appearances. There was something sharp beneath that smile.

“Ah. No I’m not..”

"Dazai Osamu," the man introduced himself, stepping closer without a care in the world. "What a coincidence, meeting you here."

"Coincidence?" [name]’s voice was flat, unamused. "I don’t believe in coincidences."

Dazai’s grin widened. "Smart. I don’t either."

This wasn’t good. My mission had suddenly become complicated—this was Dazai, a notorious figure in the Port Mafia, rumoured to be both brilliant and dangerous. Getting caught up with him was exactly what their agency warned them about. But retreating now would be even worse. They couldn't afford to show any weakness.

"You’re in my way," I stated plainly, their eyes locked onto him. Dazai’s expression flickered briefly with interest.

"Am I?" he mused, not moving an inch. Instead, his eyes gleamed with curiosity. "I wonder what someone like you is doing up here. You don’t seem like the usual riffraff the mafia deals with. You're different."

I said nothing. They were trained to maintain a poker face, but they could feel Dazai’s gaze piercing through them, searching for cracks.

After a tense silence, I decided it was better to end this encounter quickly. "I have no business with you. Walk away."

Dazai’s grin softened into something almost playful. "I could say the same. But I don’t feel like walking away just yet. You intrigue me."

Before you could respond, a shout echoed from the alley below—footsteps, too many of them. The mission wasn’t over yet. With a sharp glance at Dazai, [name] moved quickly, shoving him out the way with the documents I hand, disappearing into the shadows of the cargo port.

𓎢𓎟𓎟𓎟 . ♡ . 𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎢

The mission was complete, the documents recovered, and the city’s fragile calm preserved. Days passed, and YN pushed the encounter with Dazai to the back of their mind. They believed they had left him behind in that port, a fleeting figure from a fleeting night.

But they were wrong.

It began with small sightings—first at a diner near one of their agency’s hideouts, a quaint place where [name] often went to clear their mind. They walked in for a quiet moment, only to find Dazai, seated by the window, sipping his coffee as if it was the most natural thing in the world. His eyes met theirs, and that familiar grin spread across his face.

The next time, it was at their ‘job’. [name] worked as a hired security operative for a private military company, and the sight of Dazai loitering near the building was more than unsettling. He didn’t approach them, but his presence was a constant reminder that he was watching.

The evening air felt heavy as [name] returned home from a long shift, exhaustion pulling at their every step. They hadn’t noticed the lingering presence outside, the demon in the shadows, waiting. The lock clicked into place behind them as they shut the door, and for a moment, they stood still, listening. No footsteps followed. The silence was almost comforting.

They kicked off their shoes, fingers absently unbuttoning their dress shirt, craving nothing more than the solace of the couch. As they sank into it, something caught their eye—an envelope, placed conspicuously on the coffee table. A surge of unease rippled through their tired mind, heart beginning to race as they reached for the envelope, fingers brushing the edge of the paper with caution. Slowly, they opened it, their eyes scanning the contents.

‘THIS IS A REALLY NICE PLACE YOU’VE GOT HERE! MIND IF I MOVE IN? I HOPE YOU’RE READING THIS SILLY NOTE! I MIGHT’VE STOLEN SOME DOCUMENTS AND IMPORTANT FILES FROM YOUR OFFICE, SORRY, AGENT [NAME]~!’

A low groan of frustration escaped their lips as they crumpled the note and tossed it into the garbage. [name] rubbed their temples, too drained to deal with the antics of a certain mafioso tonight. Just as they tried to let the tension slip away, they caught sight of something—someone—standing on the balcony.

Their heart skipped a beat, and instinctively, they reached for their gun, gripping it tightly as they cautiously approached the window. They slid it open with precision, never taking their eyes off the figure leaning against the railing. "You’re persistent," [name] said, gun ready but posture steady.

The man on the balcony didn’t seem fazed by the weapon. Dazai Osamu smiled as if this were all part of a game. "And you’re elusive," he countered, voice light and carefree. But there was something beneath that tone, something deeper, lurking behind the casual amusement in his gaze. "I like people who don’t give themselves away so easily."

[name] sighed, lowering the gun but keeping it in hand. Arms crossed, they met his eyes with thinly veiled exasperation. "What do you want, Dazai?"

He tilted his head slightly, as though considering the question, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I’ve been trying to figure that out. You’re… interesting. And I’m rarely interested in anyone."

"Flattering," [name] muttered, voice laced with sarcasm as their patience wore thin. "But I’ve got work to do."

Dazai’s expression shifted, his grin softening, but his presence growing more intense as he stepped closer. "I know," he said quietly. "That’s what makes this so fun. You, with your little secrets and dangerous missions… I can’t help but want to unravel it all."

"You can’t follow me forever," [name] warned, voice quieter now, each word a warning laced with resolve.

Dazai’s smile softened further, almost genuine. "Maybe not," he agreed, his voice low, "but I can follow you for a little while longer.”

“Get the hell out of my apartment,” [name] snapped, their voice sharp as they levelled the gun at Dazai. The cold metal clicked audibly as they cocked it, a clear threat in the air. They pointed toward the door, eyes hard and unyielding. “Do it now, or I'll shoot you.”

Dazai’s grin didn’t falter. If anything, it widened, his eyes gleaming with that same unsettling amusement, as if the threat didn’t faze him in the slightest. He raised his hands in mock surrender, but his body remained relaxed, nonchalant, as though he were in complete control of the situation.

“Shoot me?” he mused, voice light but laced with something darker. “Now, now, Agent [name] that seems a bit extreme, doesn’t it?”

“You think I’m joking?” [name] growled, finger hovering dangerously over the trigger.

Dazai took a step closer, completely unbothered by the barrel pointed at him. His voice dropped to a near whisper, his eyes locking with theirs. “No, I don’t. That’s what makes this so exciting.”

There was a tension in the room now, thick and palpable. [name] held their ground, but Dazai’s calmness, his lack of fear—it was disarming. He was playing a game they weren’t sure they could win.

“Get out.” [name] demanded, not lowering the gun but sensing this encounter was only going to spiral deeper.

Dazai’s smile softened just a touch, his tone almost genuine. “Nope~!”

“You’re testing my patience,” [name] warned, heart pounding but steady, still aiming squarely at his chest.

“Good,” Dazai murmured, stepping back toward the balcony door. “I like it when people have limits. It gives me something to push.”

With a final glance, he gave them a playful wink. “Until next time, Agent.” Then, as quickly and casually as he had appeared, Dazai slipped out, leaving the tension in the room behind him like a lingering shadow.

[name] stood still, their gun still raised, breaths coming in heavy. The sense of danger hadn’t left—it was only a matter of time before he returned.

additional author notes : ending kinda sucked ass again smh..

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[sunfortune]

i don’t care if authors write fanfiction but if i read a book and a major problem the author has is making their original characters compelling or developing characters coherently in a work that is otherwise actually decently written. and Then i find out the author was big into writing fic. i’m like yeah…fanfiction is Not beating the allegations 😔