#kylian mbappe smut

[insidekatmind]

Our secret-Juder Bellingham

The sound of rain against the window windows filled the room, creating a relaxing but at the same time disturbing melody. You were lying on the bed, phone in your hands and a smile printed on your lips. The screen illuminated your face as your eyes read the last message from Jude.

"Are you sure he doesn’t suspect anything? I don’t know how long I can hold on without touching you in front of everyone."

You held back a laugh and responded quickly

"Don’t worry, Kylian thinks he’s the investigator of the century, but he doesn’t get it. We’re smarter than him, Jude."

Seconds later, his answer arrived.

"Smarter, you say? I want to see how smart you are when I have you in my hands."

You felt a shiver go down your back. Jude had a way of provoking you that left you speechless. It was always him who made you lose control, even with a simple message. But that secret relationship, that constant risk of being caught, made it all the more exciting.

"y/n! Come down, dinner is ready!" Kylian’s voice broke the spell. You got up quickly, taking one last look at the phone before turning it off and putting it in your pocket.

"Here I come!" you answered as you dressed your sweatshirt and looked at yourself in the mirror. There must be nothing strange in your behavior, no clue that could raise suspicion to your brother.

When you got to the kitchen, you found Kylian sitting at the table with a quiet expression as his phone was running. Your brother always had that leading air, a controlling aura that made everyone afraid. But you were his younger sister, and if there was anyone who could challenge him, it was you.

"Finally! It took you a lifetime to get down," she said, giving you a look of reproof.

"Sorry, I was texting a friend of mine," you lied naturally, sitting next to him.

"Who friend?" he asked with an raised eyebrow, as if he could really guess everything with a single question.

"Chiara, you know her," you replied nonchalantly, taking a fork and sticking a potato out of your plate. He nodded, visibly uninterested.

Your phone has vibrated slightly in the pocket of your jeans. You tried to ignore it, but the thought of it being Jude made you want to check it out right away. You waited for the right moment, took advantage of a distraction from Kylian, and pulled out your phone under the table.

"I’m coming to Kylian’s to watch the game. Get ready."

Your heart started beating faster. It didn’t warn you before. The tension started to rise. With a deep breath, you answered quickly.

"You should have told me before! Idiot."

Jude answered immediately

"I like to see you in trouble, honey."

You clenched your lips, trying to keep calm. You couldn’t let yourself be betrayed by the blush that was coming up on your face. You got up from the table, looking for an excuse." I go to my room, I’m tired," you said to Kylian, who’s eyes were up.

"After you get off, there is the game. Play the monk, I do not want to hear excuses,"ordered you as if it were your father.

"Yes, yes," you answered in a pissed-off tone, but you actually knew you’d have to come down, especially if Jude was there.

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Later, the door of the house opened and you heard the voices of Kylian and Jude talking in the living room. Jude’s voice was unmistakable, warm and confident, with that relaxed tone that made you feel like you were always in the center of attention.

"Brother, your team has no chance tonight," said Jude, laughing loudly. "Prepare for defeat."

"Yeah, how not. We’ll see who laughs in the end," Kylian replied with a competitive tone.

You came down slowly, trying not to attract attention. When you got to the living room door, you saw them sitting on the sofa. Jude wore a black sweatshirt and sporty pants. His eyes noticed you immediately, even though he pretended not to see you. But you knew him too well. That micro-smile he had on his face was only for you.

"Here you are," said Kylian, beckoning to come closer. "Sit with us."

You snorted but sat in the middle of Jude and Kylian. The latter was too focused on the game to notice how Jude looked at you, his dark eyes following your every move. You felt his gaze burn on you.

"Comfortable?" he asked you in a provocative tone, without taking his eyes off the screen.

"I’m better without your voice in my ears," you said sour, but you crossed his gaze and saw the spark of defiance in his eyes.

Jude laughed softly, looking down at his hands. It was a continuous game between you two. A silent battle where you both tried to have the last word. But when Kylian wasn’t there, you knew who was always winning.

At one point, Kylian got up to go into the kitchen and you felt your heart racing. It was time. As soon as the kitchen door closed, Jude moved to your side. His hand touched your leg, and you held your breath.

"I missed you," he whispered in the lowest, warmest voice ever.

You swallowed, feeling his fingers caress your thigh.

"You’re crazy, Kylian can come back,"you answered in a low voice, but you didn’t move.

"Then we better hurry," he said with a haughty smirk.

Your heart was beating so fast you were afraid he could hear it. But, as risky as it was, you couldn’t help it. No one was to know, but that secrecy made it all the more exciting.

[whorekneecentral]

Family's Growing

Kylian Mbappe x Fem!Reader

Warnings: kylian has baby fever, dirty thoughts, baby talk, breeding, oral (f!receiving), fingering, penetrative sex (p in v), breeding/pregnancy kink goes burrrr, daddy used in a sexual context, begging, creampies, finger fucking and sucking lol, cum play.

Word Count: 1,615

Author's Note: okay I'm finally back on track with these - yes I know Tuesday is over but please look past that lol.

merry smutmas series

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Kylian finds himself swooning over how good you are with his niece and nephew, the thought of having a family with you spins around his head. 

Christmas was a time for family and that seemed to be the only thing on your boyfriend's mind.

The two of you had gone over to his parents' place for Christmas dinner, all of his cousins were there as well as their kids. Kylian was not the favourite uncle for no reason, all of them knew they were getting good gifts in bountiful amounts too.

The tree in the living room that was once full with presents were now opened, the floor covered in wrapping paper. It was only two kids, his cousin's son and daughter, and Ethan if you counted him as well; and yet, it seemed like Kylian had bought the entirety of Paris for them.

Kylian watches as you lay on the floor with his niece and nephew, the three of you putting together a tower made of legos, whispering and giggling as you built the tower.

He smiles to himself as he watches the scene unfold in front of him. A part of him isn't sure what he did to be so lucky, to have a career as great as his and to have a girlfriend who's so loving and kind and supportive. You loved his family like your own, right now was a prime example.

Seeing you with kids always did something for him, you had a maternal nature about you, anyone who met you could see that.

The thought crossed his mind many times, how nice it would be to start a family with you. You two had spoken about it ages ago, when you began dating. You both decided that you'd revisit the idea when you were more stable in life and that you were now. Both you and Kylian were stable in careers, you two lived together, you had been together for a while and you had the means to raise a child.

He couldn't see where it would be a no.

As much as he wanted a kid with you, the idea of making a kid was much more appealing.

Clothes on the floor, hands all over each other, watching as you begged him to cu- "You okay?" Ethan asks his older brother, breaking his thought.

Kylian clears his throat. "Yeah," he nods, a smile on his face as you glance over your shoulder at him.

"They love her," Ethan nods towards you with the kids, "y/n's always been good with them."

"She was good with you too," Kylian teased his brother. You two had begun dating just before his World Cup win, the two of you barely 18 years old and Ethan was 12 - still a child in his brother's eyes and he always will be.

Ethan rolls his eyes at his brother's comment.

After some time, the kids started to get tired which was their parents' signal to head out. You and Kylian left not too shortly after that as well.

Your boyfriend finds you in the kitchen after he changes for bed, his arms wrapped around you from behind whilst your elbows propped on the counter as you waited for the kettle to boil.

"Something on your mind, baby?" You asked him, twirling the string attached to your tea bag.

"Just thinking."

"About?"

Kylian hums. "Kids."

His answer catches you off guard, you turn to face the man with a confused look on your face. "Kids?"

He shrugs, smiling. "Seeing you with the little ones today, I don't know - it got me thinking. It'd be nice to have our own, don't you think?" His hand rests on your hip, thumb disappearing under the hem of your shirt.

A glance at your boyfriend's hand, your eyebrows raised. "Do you really mean having kids or making kids?"

You can't help the laugh, kissing your boyfriend. The man wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against him. Kylian picks you up, holding you tightly as he kisses you and carries you over to the couch.

Kylian puts you down, sitting on the couch for a moment as he looks at you. You take that as your sign to undress.

The silk shorts sliding down your smooth legs, pooling by your ankles before you step out of them, you pull off the tank top and that leaves you in the blue set he loves. You reach behind to unhook your bra but Kylian stops you, “leave it on.” 

He pulls you by your waist back to him, his hand slipping down to rest on your ass before giving it a smack. You’re quiet, looking down at your boyfriend on the couch. 

He puts you to lay on the couch, he’s sat between your legs with one on either side of him. You’ve propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him and Kylian drags his fingers up your thigh, moving to your clothed pussy. 

“I like this,” he tells you, fingers rubbing over the blue lace. 

You smile, “I know.” 

He pulls the panties to the side, his eyes fixed on your pussy. He gives you no warning, pushing his fingers into you. The sound leaving your mouth was like heaven on earth to him. 

Kylian's fingers curl upwards, your back arching at the feeling. 

“Keeks, please.” your hand reaches down to wrap on his wrist but he swats your hand away, managing to pull both to rest on your stomach and his free hand over your hands, pinning them to your stomach. 

You try to wiggle your hands away from him, trying to grab on something. “Behave.” He tells you, adding another finger. 

Your face twists, pleasure all across it and our hands stop wiggling, he smiles, satisfied. 

Kylian can feel it; he knows you’re close, you’re squeezing on his fingers, your thighs trying to close, trying to squirm away from the pleasure. 

He can feel your eyes on him, he reaches for the blue lace you’re wrapped up in and tugs it down your legs, letting it fall to the floor with the rest of your clothes. He shifts to lay on his stomach between your legs, leaving a trail of kisses as he works his way up to your cunt. 

Your eyes meet his, he knows you’re looking. He wants you to look at him. 

Your hips buck when you feel his tongue against your clit, your hand gripping on his hair. 

Kylian knew you like the back of his hand, gripping your thighs to keep them in place as his tongue lapped your clit. Your hips buck, your way of saying you want more, he gives in. 

"Please," you whimpered.

"What, mon ange ? Tell me."

You look at the man between your legs. "Fuck me."

There was no hidden meaning behind it; no scolding, no need to hurry him up - you wanted him and that was it. 

“Gonna let me fill you up princess? Hm?” He asks, shifting to line himself up with your cunt. You nodded eagerly, your leg hitching on his hip.

At this point, you can’t do much except lay there and take it; not that you don’t want to because you do, you really do. 

The tip of his cock brushing over your clit before moving to push into you. Your back arches, hips jutting forward to meet his.

Hard and rough, not enough to hurt you but enough to tell you that he's in charge.

Kylian wanted to hear you.

His hand now on your chin. “C’mon amour, let me hear all those pretty sounds you make.” He says, the angle you were at puts him deeper than before.

The slightest movements and you can feel it in your stomach. It’s like he can hear your thoughts because his hand moves from your chin to your stomach. His big hand spread over your stomach, “you’d look so pretty with a baby in you, hm?”

Kylian lets you fall back onto the couch, both of his hands on your hips. “Maybe I should fuck one into you.”

His name falls from your lips like a prayer, he could listen to you say it over and over again. You were close enough that you could taste it.

“So good for me, you take it so well.” He whispers to you, kissing under your ear.

“Uh huh,” you breathe, leaning back against him, your legs felt like jello under you. Your head drops back onto the couch, begging him to let you cum.

He lets you drop back, back arched for him once again. He feels you cum around him, the wetness covering his cock. It’s not long after, followed by a few sloppy thrusts, that Kylian cums too.

The tip of his cock brushing between your folds, spreading his cum all over your pussy.

He pulls away, smiling at the whimper he gets from you. His fingers replacing his cock, covered in his cum when you roll over, he sticks his fingers in your mouth and he doesn’t have to tell you what to do.

“Good girl,” he hums, watching as your tongue laps over his fingers. Kylian pulls his fingers away, leaning down to kiss you. A mess of the two of you, not sure where one of you starts and the other ends.

You lay there for a while, Kylian on top of you, your leg tossed on his hip as his head rests on your sternum. Your fingers drag over his shoulders, the man humming quietly.

"We should do that again," he whispers.

You laughed, "keep it up and we'll end up with a baby by next Christmas."

Kylian nods, kissing you. "Let's try again then."

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[rmadridcore]

Jealous Streak

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Reader

Summary: After Kylian gets mad over a silly misunderstanding, things quickly heat up between you two, turning his anger into something much more intimate.

Word Count: 2.9K

Warning: Smut! (Minors DNI)

Author’s note: I’m back to writing about Kylian! Recent events surrounding him had been so messy that I couldn’t find any inspiration to write for him anymore, but a new idea arose so here it is! I have a few requests waiting and I’ll get through them as fast as I can & now I will be taking requests about Kylian as well 🫂 hope you enjoy this one! Let me know what you think 🩷

Water droplets clung to your flushed skin as you wrapped yourself in a fluffy white towel, stepping out of the steamy shower cabin. You grabbed another towel, running it through your damp hair before swiping a hand across the fogged-up bathroom mirror. The haze cleared just enough for you to see your reflection as you applied a few drops of face oil, the soothing sensation adding to the relaxation you desperately needed. The tension from the day melted away, your muscles loose and your mind clearer after the long, steamy escape.

With the towel securely wrapped around your body and droplets still trailing down your warm skin, you padded into the shared bedroom of you and Kylian. He was sprawled on the bed, one arm tucked behind his head, absently playing with the TV remote. A random documentary played on the screen, but from the way his eyes glazed over, it was obvious he wasn’t paying attention.

You glanced at him, noticing his lack of acknowledgment as you entered. It wasn’t that he didn’t see you — oh, he noticed. Kylian was angry, his mood as sour as unripe lemons.

You sighed, your annoyance bubbling to the surface. The root of his irritation wasn’t entirely unexpected. The night before, you’d gone to a friend’s birthday party, solo, since Kylian was away for an away game. You had bumped into your ex boyfriend there, exchanged a polite but fleeting conversation, and thought nothing of it. To you, the interaction was so insignificant that it didn’t even cross your mind to mention it when you spoke to Kylian later that night.

But Kylian, ever the hawk-eyed protector, had seen pictures of the party while on the plane home, one of which captured your brief exchange with your ex. He’d flipped. Your reassurances, how brief the interaction was, how little it mattered, didn’t help. He wasn’t just mad that your ex had been there; he was mad that you hadn’t told him about it.

When Kylian arrived home a few hours ago, you’d expected him to have cooled off. You were wrong. If anything, he was more wound up than before, his brooding silence a testament to his irritation. After his passive aggressive digs began to test your patience, you decided to take a shower to escape his sulking. But now, as you stood in front of the vanity applying leave-in conditioner to your damp hair, you couldn’t ignore his childish behavior any longer.

“Am I getting the silent treatment now?” you asked, your tone sharper than you intended.

Kylian sighed, his gaze fixed on the TV. “I’m not in the mood to talk, that’s all.”

“You’re being ridiculous, you know that?” You set the bottle of conditioner down with a frustrated thud.

He didn’t respond, his jaw tightening as his eyes stayed glued to the screen.

The double standard wasn’t lost on you. Whenever you got jealous, Kylian would laugh it off, his reassurances wrapped in humor and affection. To him, the idea of you doubting his loyalty or devotion was absurd; he loved you too much to entertain thoughts of anyone else. But when the tables turned, when he was the one feeling the pangs of jealousy, it was a completely different story.

He wasn’t unreasonable — he trusted you implicitly. He knew, without a shred of doubt, that your love and loyalty were his alone. But that didn’t stop the irrational surge of irritation when someone else tried to insert themselves into your space, even momentarily. Jealousy wasn’t about mistrust; it was about his protectiveness, his possessiveness, his inability to tolerate the idea of anyone else claiming even a fraction of your attention.

And now, here he was, stewing in his emotions, dragging both of you into his mood. It was petty, it was unnecessary, and it was maddening.

You perched on the edge of the bed, your gaze fixed on Kylian, who still stubbornly refused to look at you. Frustrated yet determined, you reached out and placed a hand on his leg, giving him a light shake.

“Come on now, I deserve forgiveness, don’t I?” you said, your voice dripping with playful sarcasm. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes internally at how much of a fuss he was making over something so trivial.

Kylian didn’t respond, his jaw clenching slightly, but his eyes betrayed him. They flickered downward as your towel shifted, slipping just enough to reveal a teasing glimpse of your cleavage. His gaze lingered, involuntarily captivated, before he snapped himself out of it, tearing his eyes away and gluing them back to the television.

You smirked knowingly. That was it — his resolve was cracking. He was on the verge of giving in, and you weren’t about to let the opportunity slip away.

“You’re really not going to talk to me?” you teased, your hand sliding up his thigh, your fingers brushing against the sensitive spot that you knew made his breath hitch.

His reaction was instant, his breathing faltered, and his eyes darted down to your hand resting on his leg. But like the stubborn man he was, Kylian quickly averted his gaze back to the screen. “I’m watching something,” he muttered, the words unconvincing even to himself.

You arched a brow, suppressing a laugh. “Oh, really?” you challenged softly, leaning in closer. You were sure he couldn’t even name what the documentary was about if his life depended on it.

Tightening the towel securely around your body, you moved to lie down beside him, the mattress dipping slightly under your weight. Your proximity was deliberate, your movements calculated. You knew Kylian better than anyone, and you could tell he was fighting a losing battle.

You scooted closer until your body was practically flush against his, your hand sliding up to cradle his jaw. You placed a featherlight kiss on his cheek, your nose brushing against his skin as you inhaled his intoxicating scent.

He didn’t protest — in fact, you could feel him relax slightly under your touch, though his gaze stubbornly remained on the screen.

“Still mad at me?” you murmured, your lips trailing kisses along the curve of his cheek, each one softer and more deliberate than the last.

“A little,” he admitted, the corners of his mouth twitching into the faintest hint of a smile. You were close now, victory was within reach.

“How do I make you forgive me?” you asked, your voice dropping into a sultry whisper as your lips moved down to his neck. His breath hitched again, and this time, he didn’t even pretend to resist. Tilting his head to the side, he silently invited you to explore, giving you access to his smooth, warm skin.

You didn’t waste the opportunity, pressing open-mouthed kisses against his neck, slow and tantalizing, just the way you knew he liked them. Each kiss lingered, your tongue flicking lightly against his skin, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

“You’ll have to figure that out,” he said, his voice lower now, a teasing edge lacing his tone. His hand moved to tug at your towel, but you swatted it away, stopping him just before he could succeed.

“Not so fast,” you scolded with a playful smirk, pushing his hand aside. You locked eyes with him, your gaze commanding. “Turn the TV off.”

He hesitated for only a moment before obeying without question, reaching over to grab the remote and switching off the screen. The room plunged into a comfortable silence, save for the sound of your kisses as you resumed your exploration of his neck. His skin was already beginning to show the faint marks of your affection, love bites blooming wherever your lips touched.

This battle of wills wasn’t one Kylian was going to win, not tonight.

Your hand slid down his chest deliberately, your fingers gliding over the sculpted ridges of his torso. Even through the fabric of his shirt, you could feel the tautness of his abs. Slowly, you slipped your hand beneath the hem of his shirt, letting your palm rest against the firm, warm skin of his stomach.

Your lips moved purposefully from his neck to his ear, where you knew he was most sensitive. As your mouth lingered near his ear, you took your time, savoring the quiet anticipation that built with every second. His breathing grew heavier, a restrained whine rumbling in the back of his throat.

Your lips closed around his earlobe, sucking gently before nipping at it with your teeth. At the same time, your hand ventured lower, cupping and massaging him through his shorts. The moment your touch landed there, Kylian let out a shaky whimper, his body betraying him despite his effort to hold back.

“Fuck, Kylian…” you murmured, your breath hot against his ear, your voice thick with desire. “You’re hard.”

He was, impossibly so. It always amazed you how little effort it took to get him this worked up. But Kylian never felt embarrassed by it; in fact, he encouraged you to embrace the power you had over him, and you did just that.

Teasingly, you paused, removing your hand from his bulge to toy with the waistband of his shorts. Your fingertips skimmed the edge, dipping just slightly inside before retreating, a deliberate game meant to drive him wild. At the same time, your lips stopped their exploration, hovering near his ear but offering no further relief.

Kylian exhaled a frustrated sigh, the tension in his body practically vibrating beneath you. “Y/N,” he said, his tone firm but undercut by an unmistakable desperation.

“What do you want, Kylian? Tell me,” you teased, your voice dripping with sultry confidence. Your hand hovered halfway inside his waistband, motionless, as you gazed down at him. His dark eyes locked onto yours, burning with need, though his jaw clenched with resistance.

“I—” he started, but the words faltered, his head falling back against the pillow as he struggled with his pride.

You leaned down, your lips brushing the shell of his ear as you whispered, “Use your words, baby.” Your mouth found the spot behind his ear again, kissing it softly before dragging your tongue across his heated skin. The reaction was instant — his chest rose sharply as he let out a ragged sigh.

“Touch me,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. His head tilted again, baring his neck to you as though surrendering completely.

You pulled back slightly, feigning a look of surprise. “That’s it?” you teased, raising a brow.

When he didn’t respond right away, you began to withdraw your hand, a silent punishment for his hesitation. That’s when he broke.

“Please, Y/N,” he pleaded, his voice raw with desperation. “Please touch me. Please.”

A wave of satisfaction washed over you at his shameless begging. “Since you’ve asked so nicely…” you said with a wicked smile, sliding your hand fully into his shorts. Your fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock, pulling it free from the confines of his underwear. You gave him a few firm, deliberate strokes, feeling his length twitch in your grip.

Kylian’s head fell back, a deep groan escaping his lips as his body melted under your touch. You worked him slowly at first, savoring every reaction — the way his breathing turned ragged, the way his hips twitched upward, seeking more.

Just as the tension in him began to crest, you pulled your hand away, leaving him gasping in frustration. “Y/N,” he whined, his brows furrowing in protest, but he didn’t move, his body too overwhelmed to resist.

You silenced him with a knowing smirk, spitting into your palm before wrapping your hand around his cock again. This time, your strokes were slick and smooth, your grip firmer as you tugged his foreskin up and down his shaft. Your hand moved with precision, knowing exactly how to unravel him.

Your head remained buried in his neck, your lips grazing and sucking at his skin, leaving marks that would linger long after. You didn’t need to look at what you were doing, your familiarity with his body was second nature by now.

Kylian was a mess beneath you, his body trembling with pleasure. His head lolled back, his mouth open as soft, breathy moans spilled from his lips. His voice was broken, whimpering your name between gasps, and it only fueled your determination to drive him further over the edge.

As your hand worked its magic on him, Kylian’s body tensed beneath you, his stomach muscles clenching involuntarily. His moans grew louder, more guttural, a clear sign that he was nearing his breaking point. You smirked against his neck, relishing the power you held over him. When his hips started to buck upward, chasing the orgasm building within him, you abruptly pulled away, leaving him on the edge and visibly desperate.

“Y/N—” he started, his voice hoarse with frustration. The heaviness in his balls was unmistakable, and his cock twitched in protest, aching for release.

You silenced him with a searing kiss, your tongue slipping past his lips and tangling with his. As the kiss deepened, you reached up and tugged at the knot of your towel, letting it fall away and tossing it across the room. The cool air kissed your bare skin, but the heat radiating from Kylian was all you felt.

In one smooth motion, you broke the kiss just long enough to tug his shirt off over his head, discarding it in the same direction as your towel. Your hands explored the expanse of his broad chest, feeling the firmness of his pecs and the rapid rise and fall of his breath. Straddling him, you felt his hands instinctively grip your hips, his touch possessive and eager.

Without breaking eye contact, you reached down, guiding his throbbing cock to your dripping entrance. Slowly, you sank down onto him, his length stretching you perfectly. Kylian’s head fell back against the pillows, a loud, guttural moan tearing from his lips as he filled you completely.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his face twisting in pleasure.

Your hands splayed across his chest for balance as you began to move your hips, rolling them slowly to savor the sensation of him deep inside you. His grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your skin with an intensity that promised bruises. You welcomed the pressure, the reminder of how much he needed you.

“Feel so good, baby. So fucking good,” he cried out, his voice raw and unrestrained.

You couldn’t help but moan in response, the way he stretched you out and filled you making you feel like you were made for him. Every inch of his cock hit you just right, brushing against that perfect spot that sent shocks of pleasure coursing through your body.

Picking up the pace, you began to bounce on his shaft, your movements growing faster and more frantic. Kylian met your rhythm with thrusts of his own, his hips driving upward to match your descent. You were technically on top, but Kylian’s firm grip on your hips dictated the pace, his control subtle yet undeniable.

“Kylian,” you cried out, throwing your head back as waves of pleasure consumed you.

He raised his head slightly, his eyes dropping to where your bodies were joined. The sight of his cock disappearing into you over and over again made him groan deeply, his hand leaving your hip to find your clit. His fingers worked slow, deliberate circles, the pressure just enough to make your thighs tremble.

He knew your body like no one else, he could find your sweet spot even if he was blindfolded, underwater, and upside down.

“Merde, mon amour. Tu te sens incroyable,” he rasped, his words dripping with pleasure. His breaths were heavy, his moans frequent and raw as he fought to keep himself together.

Your legs began to tremble, the strain of riding him taking its toll. You gripped his shoulders tightly, using them for support as your pace faltered slightly. Kylian, ever in tune with you, took the lead, bucking his hips upward harder and faster.

“Kylian, I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered, your voice breaking as the tension inside you reached its peak.

“Come for me, angel,” he urged, his voice soft yet commanding. His hand on your clit didn’t relent, his movements calculated to push you over the edge.

You cupped his face with one hand, forcing him to meet your gaze. His dark eyes burned into yours, the intensity between you electric. The connection sent you hurtling into your climax, your body shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

Your moans mixed with his as Kylian’s hips stuttered, his release following closely behind yours. You felt him twitch inside you as he spilled his load deep within, the sensation prolonging your high. His head fell back against the pillow, his chest heaving as he rode out the last of his orgasm.

The room was filled with the sound of your heavy breathing, the air thick with heat and the scent of sex. Kylian’s hands moved from your hips to gently caress your thighs, his touch soothing where it had once been demanding.

You leaned down, your lips brushing against his as you asked playfully, “So, am I forgiven?”

He chuckled, his chest vibrating against yours as he pulled you closer. “I’ll let you know after round two,” he teased, capturing your lips in a deep, messy kiss.

You laughed softly, your forehead resting against his as the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you tangled together in the aftermath of your love.

[haartemis]

BIG EGO | Kylian Mbappé

pairing: kylian mbappe x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k

summary: people say you and kylian are the perfect match; both of you confident, unstoppable, and drawn to each other like magnets. when one evening you loyally defend him against snarky online critics, kylian shows his appreciation by proving once again that while his ego might be big, there’s something else of his that's even bigger...

warnings: smut!!! its all smut

a/n: this song feels like kylian so much lol, i figured i had to write something based on it. writing smut is still so hard *no pun intended* 🥲 feedback is welcome

you know kylian better than anyone else.

he’s kind, funny, smart, but above all, he’s confident. he doesn’t downplay his talent or pretend not to notice the greatness everyone else sees in him. instead, he’s matter of fact about it, and you find that quality of his charming, magnetic, and infuriatingly sexy. why?because you’re the same.

you know your worth. why move through the world being fake humble? you’re aware of who you are, what you’re capable of, and you don’t see the point in pretending otherwise. there’s no reward in dimming your light to make others feel comfortable. it’s not arrogance; it’s confidence. but for many men, especially those you were romantically involved with in the past, your confidence often intimidated them, and they ran away.

not kylian, though.

when you first met him, a meddling stranger had warned with fake concern that kylian was 'too full of himself' and therefore bad news. yet from the very first conversation it was like seeing yourself reflected in someone else. the same drive to succeed in your careers, the same unwavering self assurance. where others saw you as a threat, he saw you as an equal partner, and he didn’t shrink away from you. instead, he was drawn to you, like a moth to a flame. or more accurately, like fire meeting fire. together, you bring out the best in each other.

"what a beautiful couple!' people usually exclaim at weddings, birthday parties, or any social gathering. they admire the way you hold yourselves, the way your personalities mesh in such a perfect way. you understand why it works: you see the best in yourselves, and you see it in each other too. and sometimes you play up the cockiness people project onto you two, just cuz it's fun. especially in the bedroom, when its just you two and you can bask in each other's love.

but sometimes, that projection can get under your skin. tonight is one of those nights.

you’ve just gotten back home after an evening game at the bernabeu, a game the team won. it feels like he’s hitting his stride again, growing sharper and more confident in the white shirt he’s always dreamed of wearing. he scored a nice goal, yet the trolls online still seem determined to tear him down.

kylian has never really minded it. whether praise or criticism, he’s used to people talking about him. he knows football fans can be fickle and reactionary, so he usually doesn't put much weight onto whatever they say. in fact, he makes a point to stay offline most of the time, to disconnect from the craziness of twitter. but you? you're very online, and sometimes you can’t help but want to bite back on his behalf.

you’re scrolling through your twitter timeline, sitting on your bed waiting for kylian to come to bed so you can call it a night, when one tweet catches your eye: “the dictator is destroying the locker room”

you roll your eyes. you scroll down and find another: “he’s so arrogant, always calling himself one of the best players in the world”

the audacity.

before you can think twice, your fingers are already typing away. “he talks like this cuz he can back it up!” you hit send, satisfaction coursing through you at having shut up one more idiot spewing nonsense on the internet.

“what are you doing?” kylian’s voice pulls you back to reality.

you glance up, and your breath hitches. he’s leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, having just emerged from the walk-in closet wearing his usual bedtime attire: absolutely nothing but a pair of tight black boxers. your gaze involuntarily slides over the sharp planes of his abs, to his bulging crotch where you can see a hint of a curve beneath the waistband, then finally to his powerful, sculpted thighs. you swallow hard at the sight.

“nothing” you say, a little too quickly.

his eyebrows lift, and he steps closer before sitting down on the bed beside you, taking the phone from your hands. his eyes scan the screen, and his smirk widens. “defending my honor online huh?”

you fold your arms, suddenly defensive. “they were saying ridiculous things and you’re too chill about it”

he shakes his head, chuckling softly. “ma chérie, people have been talking about me for years. i don’t care what they say. why do you?”

“because you deserve better” you say, your voice firm. “they act like it’s a crime that you're confident. it pisses me off”

his expression softens. he cups your face, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. “i don’t need anyone to fight my battles” he says, his voice low. “but it’s cute that you want to”

you glare at him half heartedly. “i’m not cute. i’m right”

“you’re both” he says, leaning his head in the crook of your neck. “and just so you know, i love that you’re always in my corner. i think it's really hot”

he presses his lips to the soft curve of your neck, breathing you in before pressing slow kisses, lips dragging a trail of shivers in their wake. his fingers find the thin strap of your camisole, sliding it down your shoulder as his hands begin to roam from your shoulders to your waist, before tracing the curve of your hips and gliding over your thighs.

then his lips move to yours, his tongue slipping past your lips with ease. your hands move instinctively, one cradling the back of his head, while the other grazes the nape of his neck with your nails. you know exactly what that does to him, the way it sends a shiver rippling through his body. his sharp inhale against your mouth tells you you’ve hit your mark, and it only encourages you, pulling him closer as the kiss grows even more heated.

“that skirt you wore tonight…” he murmurs against your lips, his hands slipping under the hem of your pajama shorts and gripping your upper thighs. “you knew what you were doing, didn’t you? showing off these legs. in the tunnel when you were waiting for me, all the guys there were staring at you”

you break the kiss. “jealous?”

“no" he says calmly. “there’s no one better than me"

you know he means it. and it turns you on.

he continues, “they can try, but they’ll never make your head turn, because no one compares to me”

your hand wanders to his bulge, and you hear his breath hitch as you rub him through his boxers.

“such a huge ego” you tease.

he just shrugs in response, a proud smirk playing on his face. the same smirk he has in press conferences when he’s outsmarted a slick journalist fishing for a soundbite to twist out of context.

you lick the palm of your hand and slide it inside his boxers, eagerly pulling him out. his hips involuntarily jerk at the contact, and you smirk. you swipe your fingers over the fat, swollen head, admiring the sight of what's in your hand. he’s so warm, so so hard, so smooth. and all yours to play with.

“y/n” his voice comes out rugged. “fuck that’s good”

you like watching all of his control dissolve. love replacing that smirk on his face with an agonized look.

“tell me what else is good” you murmur as you slowly stroke him, tightening your grip.

kylian groans, his head tipping back. 

“being inside you. that’s the best” he breathes, his voice rough with desire. “but you already know that”

your smirk widens as you lean closer to him. “i do” you tease, your lips brushing against his ear. your tongue peeks out and sensually drags over his lobe before you bite it, eliciting a breathy sigh from him. “but I like hearing you say it”

you keep stroking him, and the faster you jerk his dick, the more he falls apart. soon he’s moaning, catching your wrist with one strong hand, begging you, “no more. don’t make me come before i get inside you”

you pout before slowing your movements, running your thumb over one thick vein running up the length of him. 

“y/n” he groans, his hips jerking once again. unable to resist, you press a chaste kiss to the place where the vein meets the head. your mouth is watering for him.

but just as you're about to get down on your knees so you can finally put him in your mouth, he suddenly moves, his hands slipping under your thighs to lift you effortlessly and laying you back against the bed. his body hovers over yours, and his gaze locks onto yours, intense and dark with arousal. 

“i was about to suck you off” you whine. 

he grins. "you'll get to, any time you want. its all yours. but i want to taste you tonight"

his mouth moves to your neck, his lips brushing softly before his teeth scrape against your skin. you let out a contented sigh, his words making you very excited for what's to come.

his hands slide under your camisole, pushing it up and over your head in one fluid motion. the cool air meets your heated skin, and his eyes lazily glide over your naked form. he tweaks one nipple, and you shiver.

his hands go lower, and he gently lifts you up by the hip so can he slide your shorts and panties off you. 

“no one compares to you either, you know” he says, his voice thick with meaning as he shifts lower on the bed, his broad shoulders spreading your legs with ease. he pauses, glancing up at you with that infuriatingly confident wink. “not in this lifetime. or the next. or ever. we’re the same. that's why we're made for each other”

and with that, he dips his head, his mouth finding its rightful place.

you let out a quiet yelp as his tongue slides through your folds inquisitively, as if it hasn’t been there a hundred times before. it's warm and probing, and almost reverent, like you're a delicious meal he's trying to savor. his beard that you make fun of serves its purpose in times like these; it rasps against the tender spot where your thighs meet your ass, and the friction amplifies everything, every sensation sharper, hotter, better. you can't help but arch into him, craving more.

and then there’s his hand, his fingers working your clit in such fast, insistent circles that if he stops you might kill him. the intensity builds so quickly it’s almost unbearable, and you grip the sheets like they’re the only thing anchoring you. you’re lying on a bed, yes, but his tongue is making you so weak you’re sure you’ll fall apart if it wasn’t for one of his strong arms wrapped around your upper thigh  holding you in place. even then, you writhe and squirm, eyes shut in ecstasy, mouth repeating “yes, please”s and “oh my god”s and nothing else. 

when you finally come, the pleasure rolls through you in waves, leaving you boneless and trembling. still, he doesn’t stop. his tongue stokes you through the aftershock,  even as your muscles turn into liquid and your body feels like it’s floating.

he finally relents when you place your hand on his head and shake him slightly. he looks up, his lips and the tip of his pretty nose glistening from your wetness, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. he’s got a smug look on his face. “see? who else could do this to you?”

you don’t answer him with words; instead, you let your body speak for you. wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him down to you, drawing his mouth to yours. the kiss is slow and languid, your lips moving against his as you savor the taste of yourself on him. 

when your breath steadies and the aftermath of your orgasm fades into a warm feeling, you nip at his bottom lip, tugging it gently before pulling back. the smirk that crosses his face tells you he already knows what’s coming next.

because it’s kylian, and he knows you as intimately as you know yourself. because it always feels like he can read your mind, like your desires are two halves of the same whole. without a word, he rolls onto his back, sprawling against the sheets compliantly, leaving himself open for you to ride him.

you waste no time, sliding over him and straddling his strong thigh, the muscles beneath you flexing beautifully. his hands find your hips, steadying you as you position yourself. your bodies align perfectly, and as you sink down onto him, he slides home with ease.

there’s no painful friction, but there’s still a small pleasurable ache, the stretch that always comes with him. no matter how many times you’ve done this, your body always needs a moment to adjust, to accommodate him. the slight burn is part of the experience, a reminder of just how much of him there is. he groans low in his throat as you take him fully, the sound vibrating through your chest. "you're so big" you moan.

“you okay?” he murmurs, his voice rough but caring.

you nod, resting your palms on his chest as you steady yourself. “yeah” you whisper. "i can handle you"

his lips curve into a  grin, his hands tightening on your hips. “i know” he says, his tone shifting “we fit so good. i told you, we're made for each other”

his words send a shiver through you as you rise slowly and sinking back down on him again. the drag of his cock against your walls sends sparks shooting through your body, and you bite your lip, letting out a soft moan. kylian’s gaze never leaves you, his dark eyes filled with heat and something deeper, something raw and unspoken.

“fuck, you’re perfect” he breathes, his fingers pressing into your skin as you find your rhythm.

you move with deliberate slowness at first,  your hips rolling as you grind against him. the sensation is exhilarating, the way he fills you, stretches you, the way he watches you like you’re the only thing worth watching in the world.

leaning down, you press your lips to his ear. “you like watching me take you like this, don’t you?” you murmur, your voice dripping with confidence. “because I’m so fucking hot”

he groans, his hands sliding up your sides, over your ribs, until they find your breasts. His thumbs brush over your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through you. “you're so fucking hot” he agrees, his hips bucking slightly, pushing even deeper.

you pick up the pace, riding him with more intensity now, the sound of your bodies meeting filling the room. his hands guide your movements, helping you find just the right angle, and soon you’re both lost in the heat of it, in the raw, unending need for each other. from time to time you lean down to give him a better view of your breasts, the way you know he likes it.

when his hand slides between your legs, his fingers finding your clit, it’s almost too much. the added stimulation sends you over the edge, your head tipping back as pleasure crashes over you like a tidal wave.

“ky” you cry out, your hands clutching at his chest as you fall apart around him.

“baby” he groans. he repeats his upward thrusts, holding you in place so you can do nothing but take it. again, again, and again, until you tighten yourself around him so much he has no chance of holding it off. his own release chases after yours.

finally he stills, his body tensing as he lets go, a deep, guttural moan leaving his mouth. 

for a moment, neither of you moves, your breaths mingling as you come down from the high. then he reaches up, cupping your face and pulling you down for a kiss. It’s slow and tender, a contrast to the fire that had just consumed you both.

when you finally pull away, his lips curve into a lazy smile. “you’re incredible, you know that?”

you smirk, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "of course i do”

you know he knows you mean it.

his laugh is soft, his thumb tracing circles on your hip. “god, i love you” he says, and the sincerity in his voice makes your heart swell.

you lean down, pressing your forehead to his. “i love you too, ky” you whisper.

slowly, you lift yourself off him, feeling the tender ache as you slide him out of you. you settle back onto the bed beside him, the sheets cool against your hot, sweaty skin. for a while, you both just lie there catching your breath.

“what was that tweet you saw about me earlier?” kylian asks a little later, after you’ve taken care of the mandatory post sex clean up routine and gotten back in bed.

“hmm?”

“earlier,” he repeats, turning his head to look at you. “i saw your reply, but I didn’t see the tweet you were replying to. what did it say?”

“oh that” you giggle. there’s still so much endorphins rushing in you that you can’t even find the anger you felt earlier when you saw the tweet. “it said you’re destroying the real madrid locker room”

kylian arranges his face into a mock scowl. “nonsense” he says, lips twitching. he pauses for dramatic effect, and you know what he’s about to say. “the only thing I destroy is this pussy”

you both burst out laughing. 

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"santa baby..."

summary: Kylian, your charming and wealthy boyfriend, makes this Christmas extra special by spoiling you with extravagant surprises each day for the twelve days leading up to the holiday.

—kylian mbappé x reader: fluff/smut

first day

The winter morning light filtered through the window, its warmth soft against the cool air, casting a gentle golden glow across the bedroom ceiling. You stirred in the warm embrace of the plush duvet, feeling the comforting warmth of Kylian's body beside you. A gentle kiss grazed your cheek as he slowly pulled away, his eyes opening to reveal a sparkling smile that never failed to brighten your day.

He climbed out of bed, his muscles rippling beneath the thin cotton of his shirt as he stretched. The scent of his cologne lingered in the air as he disappeared into the bathroom. The sound of the shower running filled the room, mingling with the faint aroma of minty toothpaste and the rustle of him getting dressed.

He steps out of the shower, droplets still clinging to his skin, with only a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. You’re stretched out on the bed, watching as he climbs in beside you, his presence commanding yet comforting. He leans over you, his lips finding yours in a lingering kiss that speaks of both passion and regret. Training calls, and another day apart looms ahead.

“Open the box I left for you,” he says softly, nodding toward the corner where a carefully wrapped package waits, filled with his thoughtfulness.

Your arms snake around his neck, pulling him closer for a kiss that pleads with him to stay. “Can’t you stay just a little longer?” you whisper, your eyes searching his for hope. He lets out a quiet laugh, his forehead resting against yours. “As much as I’d love to lose myself in you right now, I can’t, chéri,” he murmurs, his gaze locking onto yours, full of longing.

With a sigh, you release him and watch as he walks over to the corner of the room. He picks up the elegantly wrapped box and places it gently in your outstretched hands. The weight of it suggests something substantial, something that has been carefully chosen.

As he dresses, leaving you alone with the intriguing package, curiosity takes over. You carefully untie the ribbon, peeling back the wrapping to reveal the gift within.

Your breath catches as you lift it, a Hermès Birkin bag in stunning pink crocodile leather.

Holding it delicately with both hands, your excitement spills over. Letting out a delighted squeal, you leap from the bed and race toward him, your joy impossible to contain.

Kylian's eyes widen in surprise as he catches you around the waist, his arms instinctively supporting your weight as you wrap your legs around him. He laughs, the sound rich and warm, as he holds you. The feel of your skin, only covered by your bra, against the roughness of his shirt sends a thrill through him. His arms tighten around you, the bag still hanging between you both.

"I thought you were upset because I'll be gone for training again," he teases, his breath warm against your cheek. You roll your eyes playfully, burying your face in the crook of his neck, the scent of his skin and the bag's luxurious leather mingling in a heady mix that makes your heart race.

"How could I be upset when you give me such amazing surprise?" you reply, your voice muffled by his shirt. He chuckles, his fingers tracing patterns on your back as you cling to him.

With a final wink, Kylian walks out the door, leaving you surrounded by the calm and lavish surroundings of his home. The room seems to echo with his absence.

His thoughtfulness and generosity have become a hallmark of your relationship.

Little did you know, he had something special planned for you over the next eleven days.

second day

The evening unfolds in a whirlwind of laughter and conversation, the chandeliers casting a warm glow over the polished mahogany tables and gleaming silverware.

He invited you to dinner with his teammates at an exclusive restaurant that's known for its celebrity clientele and exquisite cuisine.

The air in the restaurant is alive with the tantalizing aromas of gourmet dishes wafting from the kitchen, and the clink of champagne flutes fills the room.

Kylian’s gaze remains fixed on you as his teammates share stories and laughter from their training sessions. Kylian laughs and jokes with his teammates, but the light touch of his fingers on your thigh beneath the table and the gentle caress on your back leave you feeling dizzy.

After spending time with his teammates, you found yourself back in the peaceful comfort of Kylian's home that evening.

He presses a deep kiss to your lips, his hands tenderly holding your face. As you pull back with a soft laugh, you notice your lipstick has smudged onto his cheek and the edges of his mouth. Your laughter draws a warm smile from him, and he gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, wanting a clearer view of your face.

His eyes remain locked on yours, unwavering and unrelenting. As your fingers intertwine, leading him toward his room, the weight of his gaze anchors you, making you feel as though the entire world has faded, leaving just the two of you in its place.

His fingertips dance across your skin, setting it alight with a trail of fire. Your breath catches as he gently removes your dress, revealing the delicate lace of your lingerie beneath.

The warmth of his touch sends shivers down your spine, and you lean into him, feeling the heat of his body against yours. His hands trace the contours of your body, exploring every curve and line, as if committing them to memory.

His touch is gentle yet firm, his lips follow the path his hands have traced, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses that make you squirm with desire. He takes his time, savoring every inch of your skin.

Kylian’s mouth reaches the juncture of your thighs. "I could live in you," he murmured, his voice trembling.

"taste you..." He kisses your inner thighs,

"breathe you," his breath warm against your sensitive skin. You feel the fabric of your lingerie dampen with your arousal, your body begging for more.

He pulls the lace aside and kisses the soft mound above your sex. Your knees threaten to buckle, but his firm hands hold you steady.

"and still, I’d ache for more." His tongue traces the outline of your folds, and you gasp as he tastes you, his movements slow and deliberate. He looks up, his eyes dark with desire, and you can see the thrill in his expression as he brings you closer to the edge.

You're lost in the sensation, as he teases your clit with feather-light touches. You moan his name, the sound echoing off the walls of his opulent bedroom. He responds by sliding a finger inside you, filling you with a sense of fullness that makes your eyes roll back in your head.

Kylian's other hand travels up to cup your breast, his thumb flicking over the sensitive peak. You arch your back, silently begging for more, your nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. He chuckles darkly against your skin, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.

His tongue delves into your wetness, lapping at your juices like a man who's been parched for days. His movements become more insistent, the rhythm of his strokes matching the erratic beat of your heart. You're panting now, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as he devours you.

Kylian's eyes never leave yours, watching the play of pleasure on your face as he explores the depths of your desire. The intimacy of the moment is palpable, a silent conversation passing between you as he brings you closer to climax. His hands wander up to your hips, his grip tightening as he feels your body tense in anticipation.

His tongue swirls around your clit, building a crescendo of pleasure that makes you whimper. You're on the edge now, your legs trembling, your grip on his shoulders tightening. The sound of his mouth on your wet flesh fills the room, a symphony of lust that crescendos with each pulse of your heart.

Kylian's eyes are glued to yours, his pupils dilated with desire as he watches the effect he's having on you. The sight of his powerful body on his knees before you, his face buried between your thighs, is enough to push you over the edge. You feel yourself starting to come apart, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave.

You taste like something he was never meant to have, so sweet it hurts.

Kylian gradually leans over you, his presence towering above.

The evidence of your pleasure still lingering on his lips. Your breaths still coming in pants as you kiss him deeply, tasting yourself in his mouth.

"I have something for you, mon chéri," he says, quickly grabbing the nearest soft throw blanket to drape over your body.

He steps away for a moment, then returns holding a small box containing a watch.

A smile spread across your face as you saw the box’s contents.

Patek Philippe Twenty‐4 Rose Gold Watch.

As you thank him, still floating on the waves of pleasure, the room echoed with the gentle melody of giggles and the tender symphony of your kisses.

If the world ended tomorrow, He'd be content with nothing but this. You’re a place, a feeling—a sweetness he could build a life inside of.

third day

On the third day, you stood in front of the mirror, the Van Cleef & Arpels Alhambra necklace with pink sapphires resting delicately around your neck. You glanced at him through the reflection, your fingers gently tracing the necklace.

"What's all this about?" you asked, a playful smile curling on your lips. Curiosity sparked within you, as this was the third gift he'd given you. You couldn't help but wonder what his intentions were, especially after the surprises he'd already given.

He stood behind you, arms crossed, his posture tall and confident. "You've been an angel all year. You deserve it," he said proudly.

"Who are you, Santa Claus?" you teased, still admiring the beautiful gift.

fourth day

"Can you come out for a second? Pick up a delivery," Kylian's text buzzed your phone.

Curious, you stepped outside, only to be greeted by a powder-pink Rolls-Royce Dawn convertible parked in the driveway. Your jaw dropped. A delivery man approached, holding a clipboard.

"Are you the name on this?" he asked. You nodded, still blinking at the luxury car like it was some kind of mirage. After signing the papers, the man waved and left with a cheerful, "Enjoy!"

Stunned, you stood there, hands on your hips, the car keys dangling from your fingers. Dialing Kylian, you didn’t even wait for him to finish his "Hey, baby. What's up?" before blurting out, "You know me and you can't even drive, right?"

His laugh came loud and unapologetic. "I know, but look at it! It’s cute, and it suits you."

You squinted at the phone. Was he joking or being serious? "Kylian, please. Can we just stick to brands and jewelry? A Rolls-Royce? Really?"

"Whatever you want, baby," he replied, way too casually, like he had an endless vault of money just waiting to be spent.

You sighed, heading back into his house, tossing the car keys onto the table. "You do know I'm your girlfriend, not your sugar baby, right?" you called out.

"Just think of it as a Christmas gift," he said softly, his voice warm despite the hurried tone. "I have to get back to training, I'll see you back home."

Left alone, you walked to the window, gazing at the sparkling car in your driveway. Shaking your head with a wry smile, you muttered, "Well, at least it’s pink," and shrugged.

fifth and sixth day

He kept his promise of treating you to the finest brands. On the fifth day, it was breathtaking diamond Graff earrings shaped like butterflies, and on the sixth, a classic Chanel tweed suit in the softest baby pink.

Admiring the growing collection of luxurious gifts, you couldn’t help but shift your thoughts to him. His birthday was just around the corner, on the 20th of December, and while he was busy spoiling you, your mind raced to figure out the perfect gift for him. Spoiled or not, you wanted to make it just as special.

seventh day (December 20)

December 20th finally arrives, and with it, the promise of a celebration that will be as unforgettable as the man whose birthday it is. Kylian's family and closest friends have all gathered at an upscale mountain lodge with a roaring fireplace, stunning views, and private chefs to craft holiday and birthday feasts.

Snow crunches underfoot as Kylian takes your hand, leading you through the frost-kissed grounds to the warm embrace of the lodge. Inside, the crackling fireplace and the murmur of happy voices create a cozy atmosphere that envelops you both.

His family greets you with welcoming smiles, their eyes alight with affection. His friends, a mix of teammates and childhood companions, exchange knowing glances and winks, well aware of the special bond Kylian shares with you.

The lodge is a winter wonderland, adorned with twinkling lights and festive garlands that drape from the ceiling beams. The scent of pine and cinnamon fills the air, mingling with the aroma of the decadent meals being prepared. You’re led to a beautifully set table, where a stunning bouquet of roses in your favorite shade of deep blue awaits.

Kylian’s mother, a sophisticated woman with a warm smile, pulls you into a gentle embrace. "C'est un plaisir de te revoir."

You smile back, your cheeks flushing with the warmth of her words.

"It’s lovely to see you too, madame," you replied with a polite smile before turning to his father, who approached with a kind smile. He opened his arms for a hug, one that carried respect and sincerity.

The dinner that followed was a masterpiece of culinary artistry, each dish more exquisite than the last. You found yourself seated between Kylian and his mother, each bite of food seemed to melt in your mouth, the flavors a symphony that complemented the joyful atmosphere.

After the meal, everyone gathered in the living room, where a towering Christmas tree dominated the space, its branches laden with ornaments that gleamed in the soft glow of the candles.

The room fell into a comfortable hush as Kylian settled into a chair, his niece and nephew nestled by his side. Your heart brimmed with warmth as you watched him begin to unwrap the thoughtfully chosen gifts, each movement laced with a quiet anticipation that made the moment feel even more special.

After debating over what to gift him: something he couldn’t just buy for himself.

You ended up picking something he could probably afford in every colour. Still, the thought of matching watches felt special. Since he’d gifted you a Patek Philippe Rose Gold watch, you decided to return the gesture with the same brand, choosing the Sky Moon Tourbillon. Its design, blending the warm glow of rose gold with intricate Grand Feu brown enamel, felt like the perfect complement to yours.

It wasn’t just about the watch, it was about the thought of having something shared, something uniquely "yours and his."

As the last gift was unwrapped and the room was scattered with glossy paper and ribbons, Kylian stood, his hand gently finding yours.

"Merci à tous," he said, his eyes sweeping warmly over everyone present.

He bent down to kiss his niece and nephew goodnight, promising to see them again tomorrow. His mother embraced him, planting a tender kiss on his cheek as she wished him a heartfelt happy birthday one last time.

Now, only his closest friends and you remained by the fireplace, the room dimly lit by the warm glow of the flames. Glasses of cognac in hand, you all shared quiet laughs and lighthearted jokes, the hypnotic flicker of the fire casting a cozy ambiance over the evening.

"Happy birthday, love," you whispered softly by his side, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. He closed his eyes briefly, savoring the warmth of your lips.

"Are you tired?" he asked, his hands wrapping around yours, holding them securely.

"Just a little," you admitted, resting your head on his shoulder. Nestled together under a warm blanket by the fireplace, surrounded by his closest friends, you wished you could freeze this moment, cherishing the quiet intimacy of it all.

"I want to give you something upstairs before we call it a night," he said, finishing the last sip of cognac from his glass.

"But it’s your day—you shouldn’t be giving me a gift on your birthday," you replied softly, your tone calm and sincere.

"Who said it’s a gift?" he replied with a sly smirk, his tone teasing, as if he had something planned that sent a warm flush through your body.

The night grew quiet as his friends began to bid their goodnights, retreating to their cozy rooms.

As Kylian closed the door to the suite that was yours for the night, you couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. The opulence of the room was nothing compared to the promise of the time you'd spend with him.

The room was bathed in a soft glow from the bedside lamps, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. You looked around at the luxurious surroundings—the large, king-sized bed piled high with pillows and a fur throw, the floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of the snow-covered mountains.

Kylian's hand squeezes yours, pulling you closer to him. His eyes searched yours, a silent question hanging in the air. You nodded, unable to find the words to express how much you wanted him, how much you needed this moment of connection after the whirlwind of the day.

He leaned in, his breath warm against your cheek as his lips found yours. The kiss was slow and tender, It was as if he were savoring every second, every touch, as if he knew that this night could change everything.

"Wait," you told him, gently pushing him away. His eyes searched yours, questioning and hopeful. You took a deep breath, your heart hammering in your chest as you reached for his hand.

"Could I...?" you began, feeling a blush creep up your neck. Kylian's gaze grew curious as you tugged him towards the bed, the plush mattress inviting you both into its embrace.

"Could you what, mon coeur?" he asked, his voice a soft rumble that sent shivers down your spine. You took a deep breath, trying to find the right words.

"Could I... go down on you?" you whispered, your cheeks flaming with a mix of excitement and shyness. Kylian's eyes darkened, his pupils dilating with desire. He nodded slowly, a wicked smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

You took a moment to admire the perfection of his body as he sat on the edge of the bed, his shirt now open, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest. You knelt before him, your eyes meeting his as you reached for the button of his trousers. With trembling fingers, you unzipped his pants, revealing the hard length of his erection straining against his boxer briefs.

He watched you, his eyes dark and hungry, as you slid the fabric down and took him in your hands. His girth and heat filled your palms, and you felt a thrill of power knowing you could bring him so much pleasure. You leaned in, your hair brushing against his thighs as you kissed the tip of his cock. Kylian's breath hitched, his hands finding your hair as he gently guided you closer.

You took him into your mouth, the softness of his skin a stark contrast to the steel-like hardness beneath. His taste filled your senses, musky and male, and you moaned around him. Kylian’s hips bucked slightly, a silent demand for more. You eagerly obliged, taking more of him, feeling him hit the back of your throat.

His hands tightened in your hair, guiding you in a rhythm that had him panting and whispering your name. The sound of his pleasure spurred you on, and you swirled your tongue around the head of his cock, feeling him throb in response. Your eyes watered, but you didn’t care. You were lost in the power of giving him pleasure, of seeing the usually unflappable man lose control under your ministrations.

As you took him deeper, you felt the muscles in his thighs tense, his grip on your hair tightening. His breathing grew ragged, and he began to murmur, the words a mix of praise and pleas for more. You felt a rush of pride and arousal at his reaction, your own desire building as you pleasured him.

You took him out of your mouth and kissed along the shaft, feeling the pulse of his blood beneath the velvet skin. Kylian’s eyes never left yours, his gaze a blend of love and lust that made you feel cherished and desired. You took him back into your mouth, moving faster, feeling him swell with each stroke of your tongue.

His hands moved from your hair to your face, guiding it down until your nose was nestled against the base of his cock. You breathed in his scent, a heady arousal, and took his balls in your mouth, rolling them around with your tongue. He groaned, his hips bucking in response.

You sucked gently on one, then the other, feeling them tighten in your mouth. Kylian's grip on your hair grew more insistent, urging you to keep going. You took him in again, deeper this time, feeling the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. You gagged slightly, but he didn't stop, his hips pushing you further down.

The salty taste of him filled your mouth, and you felt a thrill of excitement run through you. You were doing this, making this powerful, confident man lose control. His moans grew louder, his breathing more ragged. You could feel him getting closer, his entire body tensing as you worked your magic.

With a final, desperate thrust, Kylian came, his warmth flooding your mouth. You swallowed, savoring the taste of him, feeling his entire body shudder with the force of his release. He gently pulled you up, his eyes glazed with passion, and kissed you deeply. The taste of himself on your lips only added to the eroticism of the moment.

"Can you promise me to stay quiet?" he asked, his tone firm and commanding.

You nodded silently, the mere thought of him fucking you so intensely left your mind spinning, unable to focus on anything else.

Kylian stood up from the bed, his cock still semi-hard and gleaming with your saliva. He stepped out of his trousers, now lying in a pool at his ankles, and removed his boxer briefs, leaving him naked before you. You couldn’t help but admire the perfection of his form, his muscles rippling in the soft lamplight.

He approached you, his eyes never leaving yours. You could see the hunger in them, the desire that matched your own. He gently pushed you back onto the bed, as he started to undo the buttons of your jeans your hands moved to pull up your shirt, anticipation clouding your thoughts. His hands guide you to spread your legs. You complied eagerly, the anticipation building to a fever pitch.

With a deft touch, Kylian reached between your thighs and pulled your lace panties out. They were damp with your need, a testament to the effect he had on you. He held up your panties, and a wicked smile curled his lips. Before you could protest, he bent down and kissed you deeply, the taste of his release still in your mouth. His hand moved to the side of your face, and you felt the soft fabric of your panties being pushed into your mouth. The fabric tasting faintly of your arousal.

"I can't trust just a nod," he murmured, his voice low as he gently stroked your hair. "The moment I'm inside you, you lose all sense of reason. It’s like your mind can only focus on my cock."

It became familiar, almost cherished as if the depth of his impact on you was a constant reminder of the hold he had.

You felt a thrill of excitement at his words, the bluntness of his language surprisingly erotic. You nodded again, more firmly this time, the fabric of your panties pressing against your teeth. Kylian chuckled a dark sound that sent a shiver down your spine.

He climbed onto the bed, his body hovering over yours, the weight of his desire pressing down on you. He kissed your nose, the fabric of your panties muffling any sounds you might make. His hand moved between your legs, his fingers sliding through your slick folds, teasing your clit before plunging into your heat.

You moaned around the makeshift gag, the sensation of his fingers inside you while being unable to make a sound adding to the intensity. Kylian took his time, watching the play of emotions across your face as he brought you closer to the edge. Your eyes pleaded with him, your body writhing under his touch.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, Kylian positioned himself at your entrance. You could feel his cock, thick and hard, pressing against your wetness. He paused, savouring the moment, before sliding into you with one smooth, powerful thrust.

The fabric of your panties muffled your gasp of pleasure, the sensation of being filled so completely stealing your breath. Kylian's eyes never left yours, his expression a mix of hunger and satisfaction. He began to move, his strokes long and slow, each one sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body.

The bed creaked softly beneath you, the only sound in the otherwise silent room. You bit down on the fabric, your hands gripping the sheets as Kylian claimed you, his hips moving with a rhythm that had you panting and squirming. His hands roamed over your body, teasing and pinching your sensitive flesh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

When your muffled moans grew more urgent, he reached down, his thumb circling your clit as he continued to fuck you with an intensity that stole your breath away.

But just as the orgasm began to crest, Kylian pulled away, his cock sliding out of you with an agonizing slowness that had you biting down hard on the fabric. Your eyes widened in surprise and need, a whine escaping around the gag.

"You're getting a little loud," he teased with a smirk, clearly enjoying the chance to fluster you.

"We don’t want anyone overhearing, do we?" his tone laced with playful mischief.

With a firm but gentle tug, Kylian maneuvered you onto your hands and knees, your breath hitching in anticipation. The coolness of the sheets contrasted sharply with the heat of your skin, and you felt a thrill of excitement at the vulnerability of the position.

Kylian took a moment to admire your form, your ass in the air, begging for his attention. He ran his hand over the curve of your back, his touch feather-light and yet commanding. You could feel his eyes on you, drinking in the sight of your submission.

With a gentle push, Kylian settled himself behind you, his cock nudging at your entrance once again. You moaned around the fabric in your mouth, the anticipation unbearable. He took his time, his cock sliding in inch by inch, stretching you to accommodate his size. You felt the fabric of the panties dampen even further with your saliva as you bit down hard to muffle your sounds of pleasure.

The new position allowed him to go deeper, filling you completely. Each thrust sent shockwaves through your body, making you quiver and moan, the vibrations of your voice muffled by the panties. Kylian's hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he set a punishing pace. You felt the heat of his breath on the back of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he held back his own groans.

Kylian pulled back, his cock sliding almost all the way out before plunging back in, making you gasp around your gag. He held still for a moment, his hands firmly on your hips, watching the way your body responded to him. You could feel him throbbing inside you, his own need pulsing in time with your racing heart.

You took advantage of the brief respite, pushing back into him, desperate to feel him fill you up again. His grip tightened, and he chuckled, the sound vibrating against your skin. "Impatient, aren't we?" he murmured, his voice thick with arousal.

Withdrawing completely, Kylian slapped your ass, the sound echoing through the room. You yelped, the sting of his palm on your sensitive flesh sending a bolt of pleasure through you. He chuckled again, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Better?"

You nodded, your eyes watering slightly from the sudden pain. Kylian took it as his cue to start moving again, his hips snapping into yours with a ferocity that had your eyes rolling back in your head. Each thrust hit that perfect spot, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body.

You felt your orgasm building again, your moans muffled by the panties in your mouth. Kylian's pace grew erratic, his breaths coming in harsh pants as he chased his own climax. He leaned over you, his hand reaching around to pinch your nipple, sending another shock of sensation through you.

The world narrowed down to just the two of you, the slap of skin on skin, the muffled sounds of your moans. You felt your body tense, the muscles in your stomach coiling tight as the orgasm approached. Kylian's thumb on your clit was unrelenting, pushing you closer and closer.

As the first waves of pleasure crashed over you, Kylian's grip on your hips grew even firmer, his strokes becoming more erratic. He groaned, his own release building, and you felt his cock pulse inside you. The fabric of your panties grew wetter as your juices mingled with your saliva, a silent testament to your shared passion.

Kylian's hand moved to the back of your neck, holding you in place as he fucked you harder, his own need for release overwhelming. You could feel the tension coil in him, his muscles tightening.

To muffle his sounds, Kylian buried his mouth into your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin. The feeling sent shivers down your spine, your moans vibrating through the fabric of your panties. He kissed and bit along your neck,

"I love you."

His lips brushed against your ear, his breath trembling like a prayer on the edge of breaking. The words raw and uneven, as if they’d clawed their way out of his soul. His voice caught, and a sound escaped, half a plea, half a groan, laced with something that felt too vulnerable, too real.

His tongue tracing patterns that had you arching back into him, begging for more.

He whispered again, "I love you." This time, it wasn’t just a confession. It was a surrender.

As he reached his peak, Kylian pulled the gag from your mouth, his palms coming to cover your parted lips instead. You could feel the pressure building in your core, the delicious friction of his cock inside you setting off fireworks in your brain.

"Come for me," he breathed, the words a hot whisper in your ear. The command was all you needed, and with a cry that was muffled by his hand, you shattered around him, your body convulsing with the force of your climax. Kylian's own release followed, his warmth filling you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth sinking into your flesh just enough to leave a mark.

The room was quiet, except for the heavy sounds of your breathing. Kylian's hand remained over your mouth, the warmth of his palm a stark contrast to the coldness of your gasping breaths.

You felt him slowly pull out of you, the loss of his warmth leaving you feeling empty and exposed. He leaned over, his mouth finding yours, kissing you deeply as if trying to consume the last vestiges of your pleasure.

"I love you, too." You needed him to feel it, to know it in every part of him.

eighth day

The crowd erupted in a deafening roar, their cheers mingling with your own as he sealed victory for his team with a masterful strike. You couldn’t hold back the exhilaration surging through you.

Clad in the Christian Louboutin So Kate glitter heels he gifted you that very morning, their iconic red soles shimmered brilliantly under the lights as you leapt with joy, your cheers ringing out above the cacophony. Beside you in the VIP section, his father and brother joined in the celebration, their applause harmonizing with your own, a symphony of pride and triumph.

After the match, he joined his family in the stands, a tired but triumphant smile lighting up his face. In his arms, he carried his nephew, Isayah, while you held little Lana, who had grown especially close to you. Lana nestled against you, her tiny fingers playing gently with your hair, a gesture that warmed your heart.

“Congrats, Ky,” you whispered softly at his side, your voice filled with pride.

He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your lips, his smile lingering as his gaze shifted to you and Lana. Something about the way you cradled his niece sparked a deep adoration within him.

A thought flickered in his mind. Maybe one day, in the future, he could give you a gift as precious as this. But he quickly brushed it aside. Perhaps now wasn’t the right time. Soon, he thought, his heart full of quiet hope.

Shaking the thought away, he turned his attention to Isayah, laughing as he playfully lifted him into the air, the warmth of the moment wrapping around you both like a gentle embrace.

ninth day

You felt the warmth of home, surrounded by the quiet familiarity of your family. Your dad had always harbored a deep, fond admiration for Kylian. Not because he was a celebrated footballer who fought valiantly for his country and club, but because of the man he was: genuine, kind, and humble. Their "man-to-man" conversations often left you feeling a little excluded, retreating to the living room with your mom while they shared moments over coffee on the porch.

As you sat together, your mom joined you with a thoughtful smile. “You know,” she began, sipping her coffee, “I see a lot of your young, spirited dad in Kylian.”

You turned to her, curious. “When your dad was still fighting for your grandfather’s approval,” she continued, her voice laced with nostalgia. “He worked so hard, always striving to be seen. But Kylian? he captured your dad’s respect in an instant.”

“Maybe because he’s his favorite football player,” you teased, a small smile tugging at your lips.

Your mom chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Or maybe it’s because your dad sees the way he loves you. The way he truly wants the best for you.”

Her words lingered in the air, warm and comforting. You leaned your head against her shoulder, sharing a quiet moment as the two of you watched your dad and Kylian laughing together on the porch, their camaraderie easy and genuine. The sight filled your heart with a quiet joy, comfortably nestled between the love of your past and the promise of your future.

Christmas dinner with your family had been a feast of laughter, shared stories, and the tantalizing aroma of roast turkey and sweet potato pie. The candles on the table had flickered with the same warmth reflected in everyone’s eyes. The night had been filled with the kind of easy happiness that made the cold outside seem a distant memory.

As you stood on the porch, bidding farewell to your parents, the evening air wrapped around you like a gentle reminder of home. You kissed your mom's cheek, her eyes sparkled with a mix of joy and a hint of melancholy. “Merry Christmas, sweetie,” she murmured, her grip around your waist tightening briefly. You felt a pang of nostalgia as her perfume, the same one she’d worn for as long as you could remember, filled your senses. It was a scent of home, of warm embraces and whispered bedtime stories.

Turning to your dad, you kissed his stubbled cheek, feeling the warmth of his smile even as he playfully pretended to dodge you. “Merry Christmas, Dad,” you said, your voice filled with affection. His laugh echoed through the room, a sound that had always brought comfort and happiness to your childhood Christmases.

As you pulled back, Kylian approached your mother with a gentle smile, his French accent rolling off his tongue like a soft melody. “Merry Christmas, madame, monsieur,” he said, his arms meeting your mom with genuine warmth. Your dad’s face lit up as he took Kylian’s hand firmly in his own, returning the gesture with a firm pat on the back.

The journey home was quiet, the soft hum of the car filling the stillness. In the backseat, you rested against Kylian’s chest, your head rising and falling gently with the rhythm of his breathing. The air was tinged with the delicate scent of your cologne, Dior Miss Dior Millefiori, the fragrance he adored and the thoughtful gift he’d given you earlier that day.

He pressed a tender kiss to your hair, his arm tightening around you as he drew you closer to his side. The silence between you wasn’t empty; it was a comforting embrace, a shared understanding that needed no words. Outside, the cold weather painted the world in muted tones, but here, in his warmth, everything felt perfectly at ease.

tenth and eleventh day

The Tiffany & Co. diamond heart pendant swayed gently against your neck, its delicate engraving, Love Me, catching the soft light. It was a thoughtful gift he'd surprised you with on the tenth day, during an exclusive shopping spree that felt like a dream.

On the eleventh day, as you stood before the mirror in your bathrobe, the pendant glimmered against your skin, a quiet reminder of him.

You tended to your skincare ritual with the luxurious La Prairie Platinum Rare set that had arrived that morning, his generosity woven into every detail of your day. Behind you, he lounged on the bed, scrolling lazily through his phone, the image of effortless calm.

Once finished, you climbed onto the bed, settling yourself atop him, your thighs resting gently on either side of his waist. He set his phone aside without hesitation, his hands instinctively finding your waist before sliding down to your thighs, where they lingered, steady and warm.

With a playful smile, you began applying a mask to his face, your touch soft and deliberate

His features, so familiar, so beloved, were a canvas you could never tire of. As your fingers traced his face, his lips brushed against your hand in a tender kiss, his eyes closing as if to absorb the moment fully.

"All done, Monsieur," you teased, your voice light with amusement. He opened his eyes, meeting yours, and pulled you into a kiss, his lips warm against yours. When he drew back, the mask on his face mirrored the one on yours, and you couldn't help but laugh.

That laughter turned into squeals as his fingers found your waist, tickling you with mischievous intent. You playfully swatted at him, your giggles filling the room like music, the moment glowing with love and intimacy-a quiet kind of magic that needed no words to be understood.

on the twelfth day of christmas, my true love gave to me...

Christmas unfolded like a scene from a cherished dream. The warmth of shared laughter and joyful chatter filled the air as both your families celebrated together, their voices mingling in perfect harmony. You couldn’t help but wonder where Kylian had disappeared to, but the thought quickly faded as you imagined him in another room, likely entertaining Isayah and Lana with his boundless energy.

The lively atmosphere stilled for a moment as a familiar figure, clad in a Santa suit, emerged into the living room. Kylian, with a fake beard and hat, instantly drew laughter and smiles. His mother covered her face, laughing helplessly, while you sat back, amusement lighting up your face. Isayah and Lana squealed with delight, running toward him as he handed out gifts, his joy mirrored in their gleaming eyes.

Ethan and Brice couldn’t contain their laughter, teasing him mercilessly. Kylian responded with playful punches, the room erupting in good-natured fun. The sight of him, carrying the little ones with such tenderness, brought a strange ache to your heart—something far beyond fondness, perhaps adoration.

One by one, Kylian handed out gifts to everyone, his eyes shining with warmth.

Finally, he turned to you. Standing before you, he pulled off the beard and hat, revealing that mischievous, endearing grin you knew so well. You smiled back, your heart skipping a beat as he drew a small box from behind his back.

The room fell silent, breaths collectively held. Your eyes widened, disbelief flickering through you as he opened the box to reveal a stunning ring.

“My last gift, darling,” he whispered softly, his voice steady despite the emotion in his eyes.

Your hands flew to your mouth as tears began to pool, threatening to spill. The room seemed to blur, the world shrinking to just him.

“Will you marry Santa baby?” he joked, his tone lighthearted in a gentle attempt to soothe your overwhelmed heart. Laughter rippled through the room, even as your mothers cried quietly, mirroring your own tears.

Then, he sank to one knee, his eyes never leaving yours. “Will you marry me?” he asked, his voice tender and filled with a vulnerability that left you breathless.

For a moment, the world stood still.

The gifts from the past days, no matter how extravagant, could never have prepared you for this. This—this moment—was beyond anticipation, beyond anything you had dared to dream. Trembling, you reached out, cupping his face, grounding yourself in the reality of him.

“Yes,” you breathed, the single word bursting forth with all the love and certainty in your heart.

In that moment, time held its breath, and you were no longer just yourself—you were a part of something greater, something sacred, something that felt like forever.

The room erupted into cheers and joyous cries. His father clapped him on the shoulder, pride evident in his gaze. Kylian slipped the ring onto your finger before pulling you into a kiss, his arms wrapping around you as if he would never let go.

Your mothers embraced you both, their tears mingling with smiles. Your father pulled Kylian into a heartfelt hug, his approval shining through unspoken words. Around you, the room shimmered with euphoric celebration, a symphony of love and happiness.

As the night wore on, the phrase Merry Christmas took on a new meaning. For this wasn’t just a holiday—it was the start of forever.

And as Kylian held you close in his Santa suit, his arms a sanctuary against the world, the twinkle in his eye outshone the Christmas lights.

After twelve days of outrageous gifts, this moment was the greatest surprise of all. With a heart full of love and a smile that refused to fade, you realized he wasn’t just the man of your dreams—he was your forever, your Kylian, wrapped up in red velvet and white fur, with a ring to prove it.

kyks bday coming up!!! yayyyy ☺️🤍

[mattsunsdollie]

Dreaming

Kylian Mbappe x Fem!Reader

Description: All you want is to be your boyfriends passenger princess? Keep dreaming

MDNI

Smut 18+ only

You’ve grown to be jealous, all of your friends boyfriends drove them around, calling them their “passenger princess”. You, on the other hand, had a passenger prince. It wasn’t news to anyone that Kylian had never gotten his license, in fact, he preferred it that way. Always saying something along the lines of “Why do I need it cherie? I have a driver who could take me?” Bless his drivers heart, that poor man had spent countless hours behind a wheel. Of course that didn’t go unseen to Kylian, giving the man a generous check for Christmas, and a month off to rest. Which is exactly why you were now the designated driver.

“Love do you need to go now? Can’t we just lay in bed for another hour or 2?” You groaned, covering your eyes with your bare arm. Kylian was a dedicated man, which is one of the qualities you most admired about him. He wouldn’t be the man he is without dedication and his strong work ethic. Which is why, during his Christmas break, when there is no training he is nagging about being driven to the stadium to practice even if that meant doing so alone.

Pulling his shirt over his head and down, covering his stomach he walks over to you, a gentle hand removing your arm. “Promise when we get home we can lay in bed all you want amour. But, I can’t lose momentum, I have a big season with the new club” Lightly placing kisses on your face and collarbone, only stopping to laugh at your exaggerated sighs.

All you wanted was to sleep in with Kylian, but you understand the pressure he has on his shoulders. A new club, a legacy and expectations to live up to, yet he was the most carefree man you’ve met. Dragging your feet you make your way into the bathroom, quickly brushing your teeth and washing your face. Fixing some pieces of hair around your face you see him through the bathroom mirror, kneeled in the corner of your bedroom tying his shoes.

Between the compression shirt and randomly being more needy than usual, the sight left you wanting to really stay in the bed all day. Finally positioning your hair the way you want you see Kylian smiling at you through the mirror before going to the kitchen, you hear the fridge door open about five times, which he only does when he’s been waiting for so long he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

December in Madrid was probably one of the coldest you’ve ever experienced, the cold only adding more fuel to wanting to stay home. Pressing the auto start of the car Kylian had gifted you, even though you insisted the car you had before him was in perfect condition. You picked up an extra water and your headphones before heading into the garage to begin the 15 minute drive to the stadium.

Since driving back and forth didn’t seem convenient, you opted for wearing a workout jumpsuit under a matching sweatpants and hoodie set. If you were going to be a designated driver you would at-least do something productive while waiting.

“Ready bella?” Kylian said as he closed the car door, being embraced by the warmth of the heater and your playlist in the background. Nodding and placing the expensive vehicle in reverse you backed out of the garage and onto the street. Lately, with all the work Kylian had been doing plus an increase in appetite he had grown extremely big, his compressions shirts hugging in all the right places.

Before you knew it you were pulling into the parking lot of the stadium. Parking in an empty lot,which you expected, Kylian extended his arm over the console and grabbed your knee. “I promise I won’t take more than an hour and a half baby” giving a reassuring squeeze. Simply placing your hand over his and nodding, you couldn’t keep your eyes off his arms.

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After Kylian went into the field you made your way into the gym, which like the rest of the stadium, was empty. Taking off your sweatshirt you began stretching, you didn’t claim to be a pro in the gym but you knew the basics and did workouts here and there.

Now, this wasn’t just any gym of course, it had all the fancy equipment and all the weights. Putting on your head phones you began with the stair master. It started off fine, but at the 15 minute mark you grew increasingly hot, desperate to cool off your body temperature you removed the sweats.

Left in your jumpsuit you could really check yourself out in the mirror, the tight workout set hugging and snatching all the right areas. Looking behind you in the mirror you noticed the small pump the stair master caused. Deciding you might as well go all out since Kylian wouldn’t be done for another hour or so you made your way over to the smith machine to begin working out your glutes.

45 minutes of lifting went by fast, in fact you were so consumed with trying to beat your previous weight and reps you didn’t even notice Kylian standing a few feet behind you. Lifting your head and placing the weight on the bar you see him, shamelessly checking you out.

“Don’t mind me, just enjoying the view amour” he spoke with his arms crossed maintaining eye contact through the mirror. Shaking your head and grabbing a small towel and that was hanging off of a nearby bar you turn around while wiping your hands, “Is it always hot in here? I feel like my skin is going to melt off”

He laughs, extending his arm to wrap it around your waist, “Let’s get you cooled off then cherie” Even if Kylian wasn’t the tallest compared to others he never failed to make you feel small by his wide body. Playing coy you rolled your eyes at his comment “Eager to leave are we now?”

To build tension you deciding to bend over to pick up the sweatpants and hoodie that were folded neatly. You made sure when bending over you do it in a way that showed the outline of your thong. By the time you stand up fully he’s grabbing your hand and dragging you out the gym.

Small french curses leave his mouth as he leads the way to the car. The black luxury vehicle still where you left it, in an empty lot. You’ve never been so glad you had that car, as per Kylians request got it tinted to ensure your safety and his when you drive together.

Going in the car through the designated doors to not raise suspicion to anyone watching the cameras, you quickly throw the pair of sweats in the back seat. Bending over and arching over the console Kylian couldn’t resist seeing your ass in that angle, letting his hands move on instinct and placing a light slap.

Placing a hand on his thigh while now leaning over the console facing him, you close the gap. Slow kissing to begin, your hand creeps closer to his crotch area. Feeling the hard imprint through his joggers you decide to not waste the time you don’t have.

Pulling back only slightly to look down to lower his sweats and boxers. His erection causing it to spring and hit his lower stomach. “Take what’s yours amour” he says analyzing your face. Spitting in the palm of your hand you lower that hand on to the tip, closing the gap between you two at the same time.

Your soft and wet hand circling the tip while kissing him deeper was starting to make his head hazy. Slow and small movements turned into a full handjob, the wet sounds turning you on causing you to rub your thighs to relieve some pressure.

Squeezing tighter at the base and slowly swirling around at the top, hearing groans as you catch your breath from the intense kiss. Pulling your hair to one side ready to lower your head and begin using your mouth Kylian grabs your wrist which was still jerking him off, “Not gonna, fucking hell- last. Please need to feel you now”

And who were you to deny him, his hands eagerly finding your hips and helping you lift over the console to straddle him. Pulling the jumpsuit down to get your breasts to spill over the top he began playing and pinching with your nipples. Content with the reaction he was getting from you, rubbing and grinding down on him.

Losing focus on your nipples and rubbing your pussy from the outside of the jumpsuit, which he knew he wasn’t going to be able to get you out of the one piece. Thinking quickly he grabbed the hem of the shorts, stretching them to the point they were unwearable.

Now that one short was loose enough he rolled up over one ass cheek, leaving your thong exposed as well. Poor damp panties leaving nothing to the imagination, he could see and feel through the soaked material how puffy your lips and clit were.

Grabbing the sorry excuse of underwear he pulled it to the side, noticing the sticky residue that stuck to it as he removed it. “What’s got you this wet baby?” he said as his thumb found its place on your clit again. To lost in the pleasure you didn’t answer immediately.

The scene above him was nothing less than pornographic, boobs spilled out while you rocked trying to keep up with the rhythm of his thumb and his dick laying on your thigh, twitching from the view.

“Y-you, fast please Ky” you moan, using one hand on the consol for balance and the other to play with your nipples. Speeding up he could see your poor hole clenching around nothing, hinting to you approaching your climax.

Grabbing his dick from the base he brought the head and tapped your puffy wet lips with it, the sensation causing you to jerk lightly. “You’re soaked baby, leaking all over me” he said rubbing himself up and down.

“Need it now please, just put it in” you begged, your hand coming down to his hand and angling his tip with your hole. Slight pressure making his tip enter you, the stretch feeling too good. The feeling of being stretched to the brim and it was just the beginning.

With your face scrunched you lowered yourself even more, looking down to see where you two became one. Moaning lowly until you reached the bottom, sitting snugly on top of Kylian. Not having the energy to bounce just yet you began to rock back and forth. Between the wetness and tightness and the jiggle of your boobs with each movement, Kylian felt he could cum right there.

“Shit, just like that. Take this dick, it’s all yours” he groaned, grabbing the fat on your hips, slightly lifting you. With that hint, you began to lightly bounce, moaning louder now. The angle had his tip hitting the deepest part, and every time you bottomed out his trimmed pubic area brushing your clit in a way that would have you seeing stars soon.

Light bouncing turned to just fucking your self on him, using him. At this point you were sure the car was rocking back and forth, but you could care less. “Perfecting fucking pussy, squeezing me- shit, just right” he moaned slapping your ass.

Clenching at the praise didn’t go unnoticed, he pulled the one piece, making you lay directly on him as he wrapped his arms around your back. “Filthy fucking girl, like when I tell you how good this pussy squeezes me?” He grunted in your ear as he began rutting himself up to you.

Curses leaving your mouth you desperately try to reach for something to squeeze, the pressure building as his thrusts become harder and faster. Sneaking your hand between your bodies you began toying with your clit.

The sudden realization that someone could see the car moving, and realize that Kylian is claiming you in the moment caused your wetness to increase. Obviously his team members knew you were dating, but it really solidified it that everyone would see he claimed you as his.

Feeling possessive you began kissing his neck and face, lightly sucking marks on his collar bones. Between the stretch and the depths he was reaching you began bucking down, meeting his thrusts. “Tell me it’s mine baby, only mine” you moaned gripping his arms.

Your statement causing his thrusts to become more erratic and for him to switch back to his native tongue. You quickly lifted up, seeing his dick twitch and glistening. Placing your feet down on either side you really began riding, “Gonna fucking cum, oh shit- so good” you moaned back arched as his hands found your hips.

“Cum on it baby, make a mess. Mark it as yours” he said through gritted teeth, trying to make you cum first before he did. As the intense orgasim rushed through you, you laid flat once again. Kylian kissing your forehead as he grabbed your ass and lifted and put it down.

Leaning on the console you could see white rings on his dick, which he noticed as well. Seeing you finally came he sloppily bucked his hips up, as you milked him dry.

Sitting still, with him still inside you, you felt him tap your butt. “Come on amour, let’s go home”

Groaning from the laziness you felt post sex and exhaustion in your legs you whined, “Kylian for the New Year get your license. I can’t even feel my legs”

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this was written based off of a dream, but this was also written tipsy sooo if sucks excuse that. also haven’t written since i deactivated my old blog 😩

[szariahwroteit]

Doll House: A Jude Bellingham + Original Character Erotic Series

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 6

A day of shopping in Dubai was exactly what Jude and Tori needed. Not only was the act intimate, but they found themselves giggling like children as they shopped, the chemistry between them undeniable.

After stopping at a diner-style restaurant for a late lunch, they made their way back to the hotel to prepare for the night ahead. 

“Today was perfect, thank you,” Tori smiled softly as she stepped into the elevator ahead of Jude who held all of their shopping bags. 

“You’re welcome, I had fun.” Jude grinned, pressing the button for their floor. The elevator doors slid shut, enclosing them in a small, quiet space. He glanced at Tori, her cheeks flushed with excitement from the day’s adventures.

As the elevator hummed upwards, Tori turned to him, her expression turning serious for a moment. “I know things haven't been completely smooth sailing on this trip, but I am grateful that you invited me. Thank you.” 

Jude's heart skipped a beat at Tori's sincerity. He had been feeling the undercurrents of tension between them, the unspoken words swirling in the confined space of the elevator. “I’m glad you came, Tori. It’s been... different. In a good way,” he replied, his voice steady but warm.

The elevator slowed to their floor, and as the doors opened, Jude stepped forward, allowing Tori to exit first. She turned back slightly, her eyes sparkling with something deeper than mere gratitude. There was a vulnerability in her gaze that made his pulse quicken.

As they walked towards their hotel room, the corridor felt strangely charged. Jude could sense the shift in the air around them—a magnetic pull that hadn’t been there before. He placed the shopping bags down to free his hands, the fabric crinkling softly as he leaned against the wall, studying her.

“Do you want to open a bottle of wine and relax before heading out later?” Jude suggested, hoping to break the growing tension. 

“That sounds perfect,” she replied, stepping closer, the scent of her perfume mingling with the faint scent of jasmine in the air. 

As they entered the room, Jude could feel the excitement bubbling beneath the surface. He reached for the bottle of wine in the mini-fridge, uncorking it and pouring two glasses. Their fingers brushed involuntarily, igniting sparks between them. 

“To new experiences,” he toasted, meeting her gaze. 

“To new experiences,” she echoed, her cheeks flushed a deeper shade. They clinked glasses, and as they sipped, their eyes met again, a flicker of something unspoken dancing in the air. 

“Jude...” Tori began, her voice barely above a whisper. She hesitated, searching his face as if seeking an answer.

“Yeah?” he prompted softly, stepping closer, the distance between them closing.

“Kiss me,” she whispered, her breath hitching slightly, a mix of desire and vulnerability evident in her eyes. The weight of her request hung in the air, electric and intoxicating.

Without thinking, Jude closed the gap. Their lips met softly at first, a tentative exploration filled with the sweetness of the day they'd shared. But then, as if a dam had broken, the kiss deepened—his hands finding her waist, pulling her closer, feeling the heat radiating between them.

Tori responded in kind, wrapping her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him back with a passion that sent a thrill coursing through his body.

“If I do what I want to, I doubt we’ll make it out of this room for the rest of the evening,” Jude murmured as he pulled away from Tori's lips, ready to toss her onto the bed and have his way. 

“What do you want to do?” Tori asked curiously. 

Jude's breath caught in his throat at her question, the challenge in her eyes igniting a fire within him. He took a moment to savour the anticipation that hung in the air, a delicious tension swirling between them. “I want to explore… every part of you,” he confessed, his voice low and husky.

Tori’s cheeks flushed even deeper, and he couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or excitement—perhaps a bit of both. “And you think it's going to take up the rest of the evening.”

“With what I have planned for your body, yes,” Jude said, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. He took a step closer, their bodies almost touching, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. “I want to know what makes you shiver, what draws a soft gasp from your lips.”

Tori’s eyes widened slightly, an electric thrill shooting through her at his words. She had never seen this side of Jude, and it both excited and intimidated her. “You’re serious, aren’t you?” she breathed, her heart racing.

“More than you know,” he replied, his gaze intense as he reached out, fingertips grazing her arm, sending shivers down her spine. “The sex we have is incredible, but for me to have your body like I really want it, I need an entire night… maybe even longer.” 

Tori knew that they couldn't lock themselves away from the world for the rest of the evening, especially not on a night like New Year's Eve, but boy was she tempted.

The allure of Jude’s words hung in the air, intoxicating and seductive. Tori looked up at him, her breath quickening as uncertainty mixed with a rush of excitement. “Maybe we should stop,” she said softly, almost as if she were trying to convince herself.

“Maybe we should,” Jude agreed, his voice low and smooth, coaxing her into his gaze.

Taking Tori’s hand into his, Jude led her towards the living area of his sprawling hotel suite, taking a moment to enjoy the intimate connection between them. The cityscape outside the large windows twinkled with lights, a perfect backdrop for the evening ahead. He could feel Tori’s pulse racing in her wrist as he held her hand, a silent acknowledgement of the tension that simmered beneath the surface. 

“Let’s take a moment to ourselves,” Jude said, his tone laced with gentleness. “Tonight could get a little crazy, I just wanted to chill with you beforehand.”

Tori nodded, grateful for his understanding. The rhythmic pulse of the city outside mirrored the beat of her heart, an intoxicating reminder of the excitement that lay ahead. Despite the chill in the air, the warmth radiating from Jude made her feel impossibly alive.

“Let’s just enjoy this,” Tori said, taking a seat on the oversized chaise lounge that overlooked the city. Jude joined her, settling in close enough that she could rest her head on his shoulder. 

As the sun dipped in the sky and the evening went on, Tori grabbed her shopping bags and headed back to her room so she could prepare for the evening ahead, taking her time with her hair and makeup.

As she stood in front of the mirror, carefully applying mascara, she couldn’t shake the thrill of anticipation building within her. Tonight wasn’t just about celebrating New Year’s Eve; it felt like a turning point between her and Jude. 

After a long shower, Tori slipped into a sleek black skirt and matching low-cut halter top that hugged her curves and showcased her cleavage beautifully, the leather shimmering as it caught the light. She gave herself one last look in the mirror, smoothing down the hem and allowing a satisfied smile to grace her lips. There was a part of her that felt daring, excited to embrace whatever the evening had in store.

Meanwhile, in his room, Jude stood in front of the mirror as well, adjusting his tie with a sense of purpose. He had chosen a tailored black suit jacket and a crisp white t-shirt that emphasized his athletic build, the sharp lines and fitted style giving him an air of confidence. Each detail was important; tonight felt special and he wanted everything to align perfectly.

As he finished grooming, his mind drifted to thoughts of Tori. The memory of their earlier kiss lingered, igniting a warmth within him that had nothing to do with the Dubai heat. He could hardly believe the chemistry they shared; it was unlike anything he had experienced.

Checking the time, Jude realized he should head over to Tori's room to meet her. A swell of excitement coursed through him at the thought of seeing her dressed up. Confidence radiating, he grabbed his phone and the keycard to his room and stepped out into the lavish hallway.

He knocked gently on Tori's door, his heart racing with anticipation. Moments later, the door swung open, and Jude was momentarily speechless. 

He'd been the one to pay for her outfit, he knew what she was going to wear for the occasion, but seeing her in it was an entirely different experience. Tori stood before him, a vision in the fitted black skirt and a halter top that accentuated her curves flawlessly. The way the fabric clung to her body was mesmerizing, highlighting her silhouette in a way that left him momentarily breathless. Her makeup was perfect, the smoky eyes adding an alluring depth to her already sparkling gaze. 

“Wow,” Jude breathed, unable to tear his eyes away. “Tori, you look… amazing.”

Tori's heart fluttered at Jude's words, a blush spreading across her cheeks. She couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at his reaction, the black outfit he had chosen for her accentuating her curves in all the right places. 

"Thank you," she replied, a smile playing on her lips. "You don't look so bad yourself." Her eyes roamed over him. He exuded an air of confidence that was both alluring and intimidating.

Jude chuckled, running a hand through his hair as he stepped closer, the intoxicating scent of her perfume enveloping him like a warm embrace. “I knew you’d look perfect.”

“Looks like I was right,” he added, drinking in the sight of her. The way the low-cut halter top tastefully showed off her cleavage, the black skirt that elegantly hugged her hips—it all drew him in deeper.

Tori felt a rush of warmth at his compliment, their chemistry palpable in the air. She could sense the magnetic pull that had been brewing all day, and now it felt electric, buzzing between them as she stepped closer. “What’s the plan tonight?”

“A friend of mine is hosting a private party at the marina tonight, my teammates and I will be in attendance. So will Toby, Brandon and Marcus, I'm not sure who else but I know isn't open to the public,” Jude explained. 

“Oou, boujie,” Tori said teasingly, making Jude laugh. 

“I have money, but I am not boujie,” he explained, his eyes glimmering with amusement as his hands found her hips. “And I refuse to have a ballerina who went to private school call me boujie.”

“You went to private school too,” Tori pointed out as she recalled a conversation they'd had about their childhoods and former years. 

"Touché," Jude replied, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. The playful banter was refreshing, a welcomed distraction from the heat that simmered beneath the surface. “Are you ready?”

Tori took a deep breath, feeling the weight of anticipation in the air. "As ready as I'll ever be," she replied, her voice laced with both excitement and nerves. She could feel Jude’s gaze lingering on her, and it sent a thrill through her that made her heart race.

“Let’s make tonight unforgettable,” he said, his tone sincere, and for a moment, it felt as if the world outside faded away. 

With a confident nod, Tori took his outstretched hand, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin. Together, they walked through the elegantly decorated hotel, the opulence of the space heightening her senses. The sound of laughter and music echoed from every corner, mingling with the lively chatter of other guests celebrating the New Year.

As they stepped into the lobby, Tori caught glimpses of other party-goers, all dressed in their finest attire, the atmosphere electric with anticipation. Jude led her toward the entrance, where a sleek black car awaited them. He opened the door, gesturing for her to enter. Tori felt a flutter in her stomach as he settled in beside her. 

As the car pulled away, the city skyline of Dubai illuminated in dazzling colors, Tori leaned against the window, mesmerized by the sights. Jude’s presence beside her was comforting, and the magnetic pull between them felt even stronger in the intimate space of the car. 

The city glimmered as it passed by through the car window , a canvas of lights painting the night sky with fleeting glances of grandeur. Tori couldn’t help but feel the thrill of the city and the anticipation of the night ahead. Every flickering streetlight seemed to pulse with the rhythm of her heart, each moment heightened by the proximity of Jude beside her.

“You know,” Jude said, breaking the gentle hum of the car’s engine, “I really enjoyed my time in Dubai with you,”

Tori turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with warmth. “Likewise,” she blushed. 

Jude smiled softly, shaking his head as the need to kiss her captivated his thoughts. Wrapping his arm around Tori as he pulled her body into his. 

Tori melted against him, feeling the warmth of Jude’s body envelop her. The combination of his strong presence and the rhythmic hum of the car filled her with a sense of safety and excitement. The air between them crackled with an energy she struggled to ignore.

Jude leaned in, his breath warm on her skin, and whispered, “I want to kiss you so fucking bad.” His voice was low, almost a growl, sending shivers down her spine.

“Do it,” Tori replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She could feel her heart racing, the tension palpable as Jude’s gaze locked onto hers. 

In an instant, Jude closed the gap between them, his lips capturing hers with an urgency that left her breathless. The kiss was intense and electric, their mouths moving instinctively together as the world outside faded away. Tori’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she surrendered to the moment, deepening the kiss.

Jude's hands roamed her back, tracing the curve of her spine, igniting a fire within her that flared to life. She heard him groan softly into her mouth, the sound stirring something primal inside her.

When they finally pulled away, both gasping for air, the atmosphere in the car felt charged. Jude's eyes were dark with desire, and Tori felt her cheeks flush under his heated gaze. 

Their moment came to an abrupt end as the car pulled up to the curb, but the connection between them was electric, leaving both of them breathless and yearning for more. 

"Seems like we're here," Jude said, breaking the spell that had enveloped them as he ran a hand through his hair, his gaze lingering on Tori's lips for a moment longer before he opened the door.

Tori felt a flutter of excitement at the lavish marina entrance, the lights and music pulsating with life all around them. As they stepped out together, she couldn’t shake the intoxicating thrill of what had just happened between them. 

Jude offered his hand, and Tori took it, feeling the warmth of his skin enveloping hers. The moment felt significant, as if they were crossing from one world into another—the excitement of the evening ahead blending with the tension that simmered beneath the surface of their interaction.

Once inside the event, Tori was dazzled by the atmosphere—luxurious decorations adorned the walls, and laughter mingled with the upbeat music. Guests chatted animatedly, clad in beautiful outfits that mirrored the spirit of celebration. 

"Let’s grab a drink," Jude suggested, leading her towards the bar where a skilled bartender was fast at work mixing colorful cocktails. 

As they approached the bar, the sounds of laughter and voices filled the air, mingling seamlessly with the upbeat music. Tori felt a wave of excitement; the ambiance was electric, and she could tell this party was shaping up to be unforgettable. 

“What’s your poison?” Jude asked, leaning casually against the bar, his eyes glimmering with mischief. 

“Surprise me,” Tori replied with a playful smile, watching as Jude ordered them a couple of signature cocktails. The bartender flashed a charming smile as he rattled off ingredients and mixed drinks expertly.

As they waited for their drinks, Jude turned slightly, effortlessly commanding the space around him. Tori couldn’t help but admire the way he carried himself—the confidence was irresistible. She felt a warm blush creeping to her cheeks when he caught her gaze and grinned, as if he could read the thoughts swirling in her mind.

“Here you go,” the bartender said, sliding a vibrant cocktail her way and a short brown glass filled with brown liquor to Jude. Tori accepted hers, the colorful swirl of fruit juice and vibrant garnishes a feast for the eyes. 

“Cheers,” Jude said, raising his glass. 

“Cheers!” Tori echoed, their glasses clinking with a satisfying sound before she took a hesitant sip. The sweet tang of the drink brightened her senses, refreshing against the warm backdrop of the night.

“Amazing,” Tori exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as she savored the flavors. 

Jude nodded, clearly pleased with his drink as well. “I’m willing to bet you taste better,” he said, his voice low but laced with humor. Tori felt her cheeks heat again at the compliment, but it was the casual confidence in his tone that sent another thrill sparking through her.

As they moved through the crowd, Tori noticed more than a few heads turning in their direction. She felt a little self-conscious, aware that her outfit and Jude’s striking presence contributed to the attention. It amplified the déjà vu sensation from earlier as she felt like they were the center of the universe.

For a moment, she reveled in it, knowing that she and Jude were having their moment. But the blissful atmosphere shattered abruptly when she spotted a familiar figure weaving through the crowd. 

“Jude?” A sultry voice called out, slicing through the laughter and chatter. Tori turned to see a glamorous model make her way toward them, her long legs accentuated by towering heels. Cascade of perfectly styled hair bounced with each step, and the glow of the night's lights shimmered off her flawless olive skin.

Tori felt a chill of apprehension as the model approached, her gaze locked on Jude with a sultry smile. “Fancy seeing you here,” she uttered, her eyes glinting with unspoken promises. 

Jude tensed slightly, the playful spark in his eye dimming. “Hey, Lara,” he said, forcing a polite smile, but Tori could sense the tension in his posture. 

“Still looking as handsome as ever,” Lara purred, stepping closer, her gaze sweeping over him possessively. Tori felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, and the atmosphere shifted suddenly—Jude's previous charisma dulled as he found himself caught in a moment of unwanted attention. 

Tori instinctively gripped Jude’s arm, their connection physical and grounding. 

“Actually, I’m here with Tori,” Jude said, his voice firm, as if trying to erect a barrier against her advances. “We’re celebrating New Year’s Eve together.” 

Lara’s smile faltered for a moment as she glanced at Tori, a flicker of disdain crossing her features. She could sense the possessiveness in the air—the unspoken challenge not lost on her. “Oh, how sweet,” Lara remarked dismissively, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Is she your new muse?” 

Tori met the model’s smug look with confidence, pushing back any insecurities that threatened her composure. “Just enjoying the night,” she replied, her voice steady as she maintained eye contact. 

“Yeah,” Jude interjected, his tone shifting to one of clear dismissal. “And I’m not interested, Lara. We’ve moved on.” 

With that pronouncement, the tension shifted dramatically. Tori marveled at Jude’s assertiveness, the way he stood firm against Lara’s advances. 

Lara pouted slightly, her confidence momentarily shaken, but quickly regained her poise. “Suit yourself, Jude. You always did have unconventional tastes.” 

“Maybe it’s just that I like the girl who knows how to be herself,” Jude replied, his gaze never wavering from Tori. The truth in his words ignited warmth in Tori's chest, her heart swelling at the open affection he displayed.

Silence hung in the air as Lara glanced between them, realization dawning with an air of defeat. “Fine. Enjoy the party,” she said coolly, turning sharply on her heels and making her way through the crowd of guests. 

Tori let out a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding, relief washing over her. Jude turned to her, a mixture of concern and adoration in his eyes. 

“I’m sorry about that,” he started, searching her face for any sign of doubt. “I thought this was supposed to be fun.” 

“Oh, it was, and it still is,” Tori reassured him, stepping closer, letting the warmth of his presence wrap around her like a protective cloak. “Thank you for standing up for me.” 

“Why wouldn't I?” Jude asked, his assurance making her heart flutter. 

“I guess I just wasn’t expecting that,” Tori replied, her confidence bolstered by his unwavering gaze.

When Tori and Jude spotted his teammates across the room they made their way over, the bustling crowd parting around them as if they were parting the Red Sea. The vibrant energy of the party embraced them, laughter and music colliding in a symphony of celebration.

“Hey! You made it!” Kylian called out, a wide grin spreading across his face as they approached the group and he shot Jude a knowing look.

He'd been present the night he and Tori met at the gala and although they were still very new, he was amused and somewhat proud of the undeniable chemistry that seemed to radiate between them. 

The night was filled with laughter and celebration as the party went on, more drinks were consumed and memories made as they enjoyed the night. 

Tori sat on Jude’s lap, his hands securely on her waist as she slowly wound her hips in his lap to the Lil Baby song that blasted through the club.

She could feel the heat radiating from him, the rhythm of the music matching the rapid beat of their hearts. Every sway sent a spark of electricity through her, igniting every nerve ending, and she reveled in the closeness. Jude’s grip tightened, anchoring her against him, and she caught the hunger flickering in his eyes—an intoxicating mix of desire and admiration.

“You’re an amazing dancer,” he murmured against her ear, his words vibrating through her as she leaned into him, chasing the warmth of his breath.

Tori smiled coyly, feeling daring under the half-lights of the club. “It’s kinda my job,” she teased, glancing over her shoulder to catch his gaze. 

"But I think I might enjoy dancing only for you just as much," Tori added, the playful lilt in her voice full of mischief. The corner of Jude’s mouth lifted in a smirk, his eyes darkening with interest.

“Is that so?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. “Well, consider me thoroughly entertained.”

Tori felt a rush of confidence from the way he looked at her, his smirk adding to the heat rising between them. She knew she was pushing boundaries, but the thrill of it only made her want to dance closer, to tease him just a little more. 

With renewed energy, she began to move with the rhythm, her hips swaying sensually as she kept her eyes locked on Jude. The way he watched her, half mesmerized and half playful, fueled her excitement. She leaned back against him, feeling the heat of his body pressing against hers, and pressed her curves into him, savoring the intimate connection.

She turned away from him momentarily, showcasing her figure as the music picked up and she rolled her hips in his lap, a gasp tumbling from her lips as she felt Jude land a slap against her ass.

The playful smack sent a shockwave of energy through her, igniting a fierce heat that coursed through her veins. Tori turned and caught Jude's gaze, his expression a heady mix of mischief and desire. 

Tori and Jude were so caught up in each other they'd failed to notice the hour of midnight was fast approaching until the DJ announced there was only a minute left until the start of the new year. 

Standing to her feet, Tori held out her hand to help Jude up from his seat beneath her as they prepared for the countdown to begin and make their way towards a set of floor length windows overlooking the city. 

The atmosphere around them pulsated with energy as partygoers began to gather near the expansive windows, excitement rippling through the crowd. Tori felt a bubble of exhilaration building inside her as Jude clasped her hand, the warmth of his grip reassuring amidst the lively chaos. 

As they moved towards the windows, she could feel her heart racing, not just from the thrill of the impending New Year, but also from the intimate connection they had forged over the past days. Tori glanced up at Jude, his expression one of anticipation, and she couldn’t help but smile, enchanted by how he could make her feel so alive.

“Ten... nine...” the countdown began, and the crowd chimed in, voices blending into a chorus of excitement that echoed through the spacious venue.

Jude leaned closer, brushing his lips against her ear as he whispered, “Ready to start the New Year with a bang?” His breath sent shivers down her spine, igniting every nerve ending with longing.

“More than ready,” Tori replied, her voice full of mischief and promise. And as she locked eyes with him, she could see the unspoken agreement—the intimacy they had cultivated, ready to burst forth just like the New Year’s fireworks.

“Three... two... one!” The crowd erupted into cheers as midnight struck, confetti raining down like vivid, sparkling snowflakes. 

Jude wasted no time—he pulled Tori close, wrapping his strong arms around her waist, and swept her into a passionate kiss. The world around them faded as their lips moved in perfect harmony, the taste of alcohol mingling with the warmth of their shared breaths.

“Happy New Year,” Jude smirked against Tori’s lips, his hands tracing over the soft planes of her back to caress her ass as he pulled her body flush against his. 

It was as if the party around them had fallen silent despite its capacity, white and silver confetti fell from the ceiling as if the world had narrowed down to just the two of them, cocooned in this moment of raw connection. 

“Happy New Year,” Tori breathed, her heart racing as the kiss deepened. The thrill of the celebration faded to the background, replaced by the intoxicating heat of their shared passion. She felt alive, every nerve ending ignited as Jude pulled her even closer, their bodies moving in sync with the rhythm of the surrounding chaos.

Pulling apart as the music came back on the party resumed, Jude led Tori back towards where his friends sat entertaining a group of girls they'd met earlier. 

Taking a seat first, he reached for Tori pulling her into his lap before casually floating into the current conversation. 

As the night went on Tori had found herself having more fun that she could recall in months, she partied with Jude, his friends and teammates—smiling and laughing until her cheeks hurt.  

Every drink they shared, every joke exchanged, only deepened the bond growing between her and Jude. The atmosphere was vibrant, energy buzzing through the crowd, but it felt most electric when Jude had his arms wrapped around her waist, every touch igniting sparks of passion that coursed through her body.

As the night unfolded, Tori found herself stealing glances at Jude when he wasn’t looking, completely captivated. He exuded a confidence that drew her in, the way he effortlessly commanded attention without even trying. It drew her to him like a moth to a flame. 

By the time 3 a.m. crawled around, Jude had found himself craving attention that only Tori could give him. After interrupting the conversation she was in the midst of, he guided her slightly tipsy body toward a secluded corner of the room, and it was there he began his exploitation of her desire.

“I can't wait to get you out of this,” he murmured, his hands palming and gripping on her backside as he inhaled her sweet scent, his lips peppering kisses along her neck as he whispered teasingly in her ear. “I can’t wait to play with your beautiful body and make you cum until you beg me to stop,” The warmth of her body pressed against his ignited a fire within him, and the air around them seemed to pulse with unspoken tension.

Tori giggled, her hands coming to rest on his waist as she tilted her head slightly, gazing hungrily into Jude’s eyes. 

“Is that a promise?” she breathed, her voice laced with playful challenge. Every glance, every touch between them was charged, a silent conversation filled with desires that bubbled just beneath the surface. 

Jude's lips curled into a mischievous smile as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. “It’s a guarantee.” His hands wandered lower, tracing the curves of her body, each caress igniting a craving that had been building since they left the hotel earlier that evening.

With the party's music thumping in the background, Jude’s hands found the hem of her top, pushing it upward, exposing a tantalizing glimpse of her skin. He leaned back just enough to admire her, his breath hitching at the sight of her flushed cheeks and the sparkle in her eyes, a mix of desire and mischief. 

“I'm horny,” Tori whispered, her voice thick with anticipation. Jude's heart raced at her confession, the air around them crackling with electric tension. He needed her, needed to taste the urgency in her voice and the heat radiating from her body.

“I can tell,” he replied, his voice smooth like silk as his fingers danced along her sides, teasingly close to where she craved him most. “But I want you completely desperate for me.” 

Tori’s breath quickened as his hands gilded upward, teasing the warm flesh beneath her boob, his fingers trailing around the curve of her breast beneath her top. 

“I need your nipples hard and your pussy dripping,” Jude continued , his voice dropping to a low, sultry whisper that sent shivers down Tori’s spine. He found her skin intoxicating, each brush of his fingertips igniting a fire that spread through her veins like wildfire. “I want to feel how much you want me.”

Tori arched her back, subtly pressing her body against him, her breath coming in soft gasps as he continued his exploration. Jude's hands roamed higher, their heat radiating as his fingers brushed over her nipple, teasing the hardened peak.

“Please Jude,” she implored, the word a sweet melody of desperation and longing. 

“Please what?” he challenged, his eyes darkening with desire. Jude loved this game, the way the air thickened with each unanswered question. “What do you want from me, Tori?”

“I want you to take me back to the hotel and have your way with me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pulsating music. The admission hung in the air, heavy with intention, teasing the boundaries of their lustful flirtation.

Jude's eyes sparkled with mischief as he took a step back to gauge her expression. He could see the raw need etched across her face, the way her lips parted slightly, inviting him to lean in closer. “Is that what you want?” he asked, letting his voice linger on the edge of a growl.

“More than anything,” Tori breathed, a pleading look in her eyes. She was drunk on desire, and he could feel the heat radiating from her. “I want you to be rough with me.”

Jude felt his cock jump at her admission. The intense need that coursed through him ignited something primal, something raw. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “You want me to take control, don’t you? To own you completely?” 

Tori nodded, her breath hitching as anticipation coiled tight in her belly. “Yes, I want you to own me tonight,” she breathed, a hint of desperation lacing her words. “I want to feel everything.”

Jude’s heart raced as he tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies melded together, heat radiating from both of them.

As the music pulsed around them, Jude leaned in, his lips ghosting over Tori's, teasing her with the promise of what was to come. “Come here,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with urgency. 

Tori's eyes sparkled with mischief and need, and before she could respond, Jude captured her mouth with his, deepening the kiss as he felt the world around them blur into the background. His hands roamed her body with a possessiveness that made her heart race, fingers gripping and exploring as if he were tracing the contours of her desire.

The taste of her was intoxicating, a sweet blaze that ignited his senses, and Jude pulled her even closer, pressing her against the wall as the kiss deepened. Tori's hands threaded around his waist, pulling him closer still as she melted against him, lost in the sensations he created with each caress and each kiss. 

“Let’s go,” he said breathlessly, breaking their kiss just long enough to motion toward the door. The thrill of sneaking away sent a rush of excitement through them both, and with a shared look of mischief and desire, before Jude turned and motioned for the security guard that had been shadowing him all night so he could lead them towards the venue's back exit, away from cameras and prying eyes. 

Jude was enraptured by Tori’s body as she walked ahead of him, the curve of her back in the dress she wore and the sway of her hips a mesmerizing dance that kept him entranced. Every step she took ignited a wildfire of desire within him, a primal urge that surged through his veins as they slipped past the oblivious partygoers, lost in their own worlds of laughter and drinks.

Once outside, the cool night air hit them like a splash of cold water, a sharp contrast to the heated atmosphere they had just left behind. Tori turned to face him, her eyes shimmering under the dim streetlights, lips swollen from their kisses and cheeks flushed with excitement. 

“Keep going,” Jude murmured, his voice low and urgent, as he guided her towards where their car awaited. Each stride brought them closer to the release they both craved, the anticipation building within him as they navigated the night.

Tori’s laughter bubbled up, a mixture of thrill and mischief as she felt Jude’s hand on her backside, the other reaching for the handle of the truck's back door so he could pull it open and usher her inside as his security guard took his place in the driver's seat. 

The door closed with a soft click, enveloping them in a cocoon of darkness and anticipation. Jude climbed in beside Tori, their bodies pressed together, the air thickening with desire. The car started, and as it rolled away from the venue, the muffled sounds of the party faded into the distance, leaving only the pounding of their hearts in the quiet space between them.

Jude turned to her, his eyes hungry and commanding. “Are you going to perform for me tonight?” he asked, his voice deep with longing. Tori's gaze locked onto his, the fire in her eyes igniting the tension that hung in the air.

“Only if you promise to enjoy the show,” Tori replied, her voice sultry and teasing as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against his skin. She could sense the eager anticipation radiating from him, feeding the wild desire swirling within her.

With a smirk, Jude reached out, his hand sliding beneath the fabric of her dress, fingers grazing the skin along her thigh. “I doubt I’ll be able to take my eyes off you,” he murmured, his tone dripping with a primal hunger that sent shivers down her spine.

Tori bit her lip, a rush of exhilaration coursing through her body as she felt the weight of his gaze on her. The way he looked at her, as if she were the only woman in the world, made her feel powerful yet wonderfully vulnerable at the same time. “Good,” she replied, her voice thicker with passion, “because I intend to have you right where I want you.”

With that, she tilted her head back, exposing her neck as if inviting him to claim her. The tension in the air was electric, each heartbeat resonating with the urgency of their desires. Jude took the cue, leaning in, his lips finding her skin, trailing hot kisses from her collarbone to the delicate curve of her jaw.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he breathed, his voice a low growl as he pulled her closer, their bodies melding together. There was no one else in that moment, just the two of them—an exquisite blend of lust and desire. 

Tori moaned softly, her hands threading through Jude's hair as she tilted her head, giving him better access.

Jude’s hands tightened around her, one gripping her waist while the other explored the softness of her curves as he pulled up her skirt, his hand dipping beneath it.

He reveled in the softness of her skin under his fingertips, each caress igniting a new spark of urgency between them. The thrill of being caught in such an intimate moment was intoxicating, and Tori could feel her heart racing faster as he let his fingers explore further. 

Jude’s gaze never left hers, dark and stormy with lust as he traced the contours of her thighs, his fingers brushing teasingly close to where she was most sensitive.

Jude's eyes darkened with desire as his fingers grazed the delicate fabric of her panties, the heat of her body radiating through the thin material. He could feel the dampness gathering, a testament to her arousal, and it only fueled his own hunger. 

“You’re fucking soaked,” groaned in awe, pulling her panties aside before he remembered where they were and who they were in the presence of and withdrawing his hand. 

Tori whimpered at the loss of contact, her body practically vibrating with pent-up desire. “Jude,” she breathed, eyes pleading and filled with a wild fierceness that matched his own. “Don’t tease me.”

A smirk danced across Jude's lips as he leaned in closer, whispering, “As bad as I want you, my security doesn't need to hear you moan. That's for me only.” 

He leaned back for a moment, taking in the sight of her—her hair tousled, cheeks flushed, and those enchanting, captivating eyes burning with a ferocious need. The thrill of being in the back of the car—completely concealed yet utterly exposed—only heightened the intoxicating tension between them.

“Do you like it when I make you wait?” he teased, his voice low and sultry. 

“No,” she shot back, a playful defiance in her tone that heated Jude's blood. 

“Think about how good it's going to feel when I finally get my hands on you, how good it's going to feel when I open you up and stretch you out.” Jude taunted, his hand less than an inch away from where she craved him most. 

Tori gasped at his words, her body instinctively leaning forward, craving that intimate connection. “Jude, please,” she urged, her voice a whisper filled with urgency. “I need you.”

His breath hitched, and the primal spark in his gaze ignited once more. “You want it that badly?” Jude moved even closer, his face mere inches away from hers, letting the heat of his body envelop her. The confined space of the car intensified every sensation, heightening their desires.

“More than anything,” Tori confessed, her eyes locked onto him. Each second that ticked by felt like an eternity, only deepening the tension that entwined them both. Jude's teasing made her ache for his touch, her body humming with anticipation.

“Good,” he replied, his voice laced with satisfaction. “Now take off your thong and give it to me.” 

Tori's breath hitched as she processed Jude's command, a blend of exhilaration and obedience sparking to life within her. The air in the car felt thick with longing, her heart racing at the thought of surrendering herself completely to him. She looked into Jude's smoldering gaze, the intensity of his desire matching her own, and she knew in that moment that she was ready to embrace the wild abandon he promised.

With a smirk, she shifted slightly, her fingers teasingly trailing down her thigh until they reached the waistband of her panties. Slowly, she began to peel them away, revealing the softness of her skin inch by inch. The thrill of being so exposed in such a confined space sent waves of heat through her body, igniting her senses as she felt Jude’s gaze burning into her.

“God, you're stunning,” Jude breathed, his voice a low growl laced with desire as he watched her. Tori's cheeks flushed deeper under his watchful eyes, the blush accentuating her ever-growing sense of vulnerability mixed with empowerment. 

Once she had removed the delicate fabric she dropped it into Jude’s lap, waiting for his next move.

“We’re almost at the hotel, can you be patient with me?” Jude asked despite the soft timbre of his voice, there was a level of taunting that was evident. 

With a slow, deliberate movement, Jude reached out and ran a finger along Tori's inner thigh, drawing a soft gasp from her lips. The car pulled up to the hotel entrance and Jude climbed out, offering his hand to help her out, keeping her close as they strode through the lobby, all eyes on them as the security led the way to the elevators. 

The doors closed behind them and Jude wasted no time, pulling Tori flush against him, his fingers sliding up her thigh, pushing her dress up as he pressed her against the wall of the elevator, his lips finding hers hungrily. Tori arched into him, her hands gripping his biceps as their tongues tangled, the heat between them building with each passing second. 

The elevator dinged, announcing their arrival on their floor. Jude pulled away reluctantly, taking Tori's hand and leading her down the hall to their suite. As soon as the door closed behind them, he had her pressed up against it, his body molding to hers as his lips trailed down her neck.

Tori tilted her head back with a soft moan, her fingers threading through Jude's hair, her body writhing against his. "Jude," she breathed, her voice thick with desire.

Jude's hands roamed her body, mapping out every curve and valley as he kissed down her neck, his teeth grazing her pulse point. "Tell me what you want," he murmured against her skin, his fingers finding the zipper of her dress and slowly dragging it down.

Tori shivered as the cool air of the suite kissed her newly exposed skin. "I want you," she said simply, her eyes dark and hungry as they locked with him.

As soon as the elevator doors slid open, Jude pulled Tori from it, walking briskly as they made their way to his room, opening the door and pulling her inside, locking her away from the rest of the world as it clicked shut behind them. 

Jude wasted no time as he carefully placed Tori on the polished table in the entryway of his suite, the dim light casting soft shadows around them. His breath quickened as he pulled her top off with urgency, revealing her smooth skin. With a determined look, he reached for the waistband of her skirt, his fingers grazing her hip as he slid the fabric down, slowly unveiling her figure. She sat before him, striking and alluring, adorned only in a pair of heels that accentuated the curve of her legs.

Gently easing her legs open, Jude sunk down onto his knees inhaling the scent of her arousal as he came face to face with her pussy. 

Tori's breath hitched as Jude's fingers grazed her hip, sending shivers down her spine. She leaned back against the polished table, her eyes locked on his, dark with desire. The cool air of the room kissed her skin, a stark contrast to the heat building within her.

As Jude pulled her closer to the edge, Tori's legs fell open, welcoming him. She bit her lip, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. The sight of him, kneeling before her, his face inches from her most intimate place, made her ache with need.

Before Tori had time to speak, Jude’s mouth was on her—humming against her pussy as he got his first taste of her, something he'd been craving since before they left the hotel earlier that evening. 

Tori's hand flew to cover her mouth as she felt Jude's tongue lick from her clit to her entrance and back again, his skilled mouth already working her into a frenzy. A muffled moan escaped her as he flicked her clit, the sensation making her toes curl in her heels.

"Oh, God, Jude," she gasped, her hips canting forward involuntarily. "That feels so perfect."

Tori's free hand fisted in Jude's hair, holding him close as he devoured her. His tongue circled her clit before delving deep, stroking her inner walls. She could feel herself growing wetter, her arousal coating his chin.

"Please, don't stop," she begged, her voice breathy and desperate. "I need you, Jude. I need to feel you inside me."

Tori's thighs trembled as Jude doubled his efforts, his mouth bringing her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure coiling tighter in her core with each swipe of his tongue.

"Stand up and turn around,” Jude instructed as he pulled his face from between her legs and stood to his feet.

Tori's eyes widened as Jude pulled back, his face glistening with her arousal. She sat up slowly, her body humming with need. "Turn around?" she repeated, her voice husky.

Jude nodded, his eyes dark with desire. "I want to play with your body, Tori. I want to see you fall apart for me."

Tori's tongue darted out, wetting her lips. She swung her legs over the edge of the table, standing on shaky legs. Jude's hands gripped her hips, steadying her as she turned and bent over the polished surface.

"Like this?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder.

Jude's groan was her only answer. Tori's hand slid down her body, fingers parting her slick folds. She dipped two digits into her heat, a breathy moan escaping her.

She began to stroke herself, her hips rolling against her hand. Jude's presence behind her spurred her on, his heated gaze burning into her skin. Tori's free hand came up to palm her breast, rolling her nipple between her fingers.

"Jude," she whimpered, her movements growing frantic. "I'm so close."

Jude's eyes were transfixed on the erotic display before him, Tori pleasuring herself so freely. He couldn't tear his gaze away, not even for a second. The sight of her fingers pumping in and out of her dripping core, her other hand teasing her breast, was almost too much for him to bear. His cock throbbed painfully in his pants, aching to be buried deep inside her heat.

"You're so perfect," Jude growled, stepping closer to run his hands over the curve of her ass. "Touching yourself like this."

Tori shuddered under his touch, a moan falling from her lips. "I can't help it, Jude. You make me so desperate for you."

Jude's hand smacked against her ass, the sharp sting making her gasp. "You're mine, Tori. This body, this pussy, all mine."

"Yes, yours," she panted, pushing back against his hand. "I'm yours, Jude. Only yours."

Jude's other hand reached around, his fingers tangling with hers where they worked between her legs. "Let me," he commanded, taking over.

Tori's eyes fluttered closed as Jude's fingers replaced hers, his touch sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her. "Oh God, yes," she moaned, her hips rocking back against his hand. "Just like that, Jude."

Jude's fingers pumped into her, his thumb circling her clit. The obscene sound of her arousal filled the room, mixing with her wanton moans. Tori's breath came in short gasps as Jude worked her higher, his fingers curling inside her to stroke that spot that made her see stars.

"Jude," she whimpered, her walls starting to flutter around his fingers. "I'm going to come. Make me come, Jude. Please."

Jude doubled his efforts, his fingers plunging into her harder, faster. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel this pretty pussy come all over my fingers."

Tori's body tensed, her muscles locking up as her orgasm crashed over her. "Yes, yes, yes!" she cried, her voice echoing off the walls. Her pussy clenched around Jude's fingers, pulsing with her release.

Tori clutched at the edge of the table, her nails digging into the wood as she rode out her high. Jude's fingers gentled their movements, stroking her through the aftershocks. She collapsed forward, her cheek pressed against the cool surface, her chest heaving.

"That was... incredible," she panted, a lazy smile spreading across her face as she looked back at Jude as he chuckled, pressing a kiss to the small of her back.

“So are you,” Jude breathed. “Go over to the bed and show me how you want me,” he commanded. 

Without the need for any further instructions, Tori stood up on shaky legs, her thighs slipping against each other as she made her way over to the bed, crawling onto it on her hands and knees.

“I want you like this,” she breathed, looking back at him with a sultry gaze, her eyes dark with lust as she slowly wiggled her ass in the air. The sight of her, so wanton and ready, made Jude's cock throb with need.

With a predatory growl, Jude strode over to the bed, his hands gripping her hips as he pressed himself against her. She could feel the heat of him, the hardness of his length nestled between her cheeks. Tori arched her back, pressing her ass more firmly against him.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Jude groaned, his hips rolling forward to grind against her. Tori whimpered, her nails digging into the sheets. She was so empty, aching to be filled by him.

Tori whimpered, her nails digging into the sheets as Jude's hardness nudged against her entrance through his pants. "Please, Jude," she begged, her voice breathy and needy. "I need you inside me."

Jude's hands gripped her hips tighter, his nails biting into her skin. "You want me to fuck this tight little pussy?" he growled, his hips rolling forward to tease her.

"Yes, God, yes," Tori moaned, pushing back against him. "I want to feel every inch of you."

Hastily removing his clothes, jude rolled a condom down his length before joining Tori on the bed, gripping her ass in his hands and he spread her open from behind, making a gasp tumble from her lips. 

With a swift thrust of his hips, Jude buried himself inside her, a guttural groan tearing from his throat at the feel of her walls clenching around him. Tori cried out, her back arching as he filled her completely.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Jude grunted, his hips snapping forward in a brutal rhythm. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with their moans of pleasure.

“Your pussy is talking to me,” Jude groaned, his brow furrowed as took Tori from behind, a moan ripping from his throat as he slowly eased his entire length into Tori, seeking the squelch of her wet pussy upon each slow, deep thrust. 

She let out a soft gasp as his girth stretched her delicate folds, her walls clenching around his length. Tori's breath hitched as he bottomed out, the head of his cock kissing her cervix with a delicious pressure that had her toes curling and the curve in her spine deepening.

Tori's hips rolled experimentally, a lustful moan spilling from her lips as the movement sent sparks of pleasure shooting up her spine.

“Can you hear how fucking tight and wet you are?” Jude rasped into her ear, his lips curving into a smirk as he drew the addictive squelching sound he craved from her. 

Tori's breath hitched as Jude's thick length stretched her from the inside out, the delicious pressure of his tip kissing her cervix sending jolts of pleasure racing up her spine. She couldn't help but clench around him, her hips rolling experimentally as she savoured the feeling of being so deliciously full.

A lustful moan split from her lips, her back arching brazenly as Jude's deep, measured thrusts coaxed the most addictive sounds from her slick pussy. The nasty squelch of her arousal filled the room, a lewd symphony that had heat pooling low in her stomach.

"Don't hold back, Jude," Tori purred, her voice low and breathy with need. She reached back to palm his thigh, her nails digging into his skin as she urged him on. "I can take it."

Without need for further instruction, Jude gathered Tori's hair into a messy ponytail, using it as leverage to slam into her without remorse.

Tori's breast jolted with each deep thrust as Jude pried her body up from the bed, until her back rested against his firm chest, his free hand finding its place between her legs. 

Tori gasped as Jude's fingers found her sensitive clit, her hips bucking back against him greedily. "Oh fuck, yes!" she cried out, her voice high and breathy with need. "Just like that, baby. Don't stop!"

Jude's fingers worked her clit in tight, firm circles, the rough pad of his thumb providing a delicious contrast to her slick, swollen nub. Tori's head fell back against his shoulder, her lust-filled eyes meeting him as he bowed his head to her. 

"Look at you," Jude drawled, his voice low and rough with desire as he watched Tori writhe against him, her back arched beautifully as she chased her pleasure. "Such a pretty little body, you're so desperate for my cock."

Tori whimpered, her hips rolling back to meet his thrusts as Jude's fingers worked her clit with ruthless precision. The dual stimulation was too much, the coil of pleasure in her stomach wound tight and ready to snap at any moment.

"Jude, please," she begged, her nails raking down his thighs as she clung to him. "I'm so close. Make me cum, baby."

Jude groaned, his teeth finding the sensitive skin of her neck as he nipped and sucked his way down to her shoulder. "Cum for me, Tori. Let me feel you nut on my cock."

Tori's moan was long and low as her orgasm crashed over her, her walls clenching down around Jude's length as she came apart in his arms. Her body trembled and shook, wave after wave of pleasure washing over her as she rode out her high.

"That's it, beautiful, give yourself to me," Jude whispered softly into her ear.

Tori's breath came in short gasps as the last waves of her orgasm washed over her, her body still trembling with aftershocks. She could feel Jude's cock pulsing inside her, his rhythm growing erratic as he chased his own release.

"Fuck, Tori, I'm gonna cum," Jude growled against her neck, his hips snapping forward in short, sharp thrusts.

Tori's reply was instant, her movements sluggish as she rolled her hips against him. 

Jude let out a guttural moan, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips as he slammed into her one last time. Tori could feel him swell inside her, his cock throbbing as he found his release. She gasped as she felt his hot seed fill the condom he wore, the sensation triggering a second, smaller orgasm that had her clenching down around him.

They stayed like that for a moment, both lost in the aftershocks of their pleasure. Jude's forehead rested against the back of her neck, his breath hot against her skin as he panted.

Landing a stinging slap on the curve of her ass, Jude and Tori hissed in union as he slowly pulled his length from her before sinking onto the bed and pulling Tori with him. 

With a satisfied sigh, Tori slowly turned to face Jude, her body aching deliciously in all the right places. She could feel the stretch of him, the sensation both dirty and delicious. Rolling onto her side, Tori propped herself up on one elbow, her free hand coming to rest on Jude's chest as she gazed down at him with a lazy smile.

"Happy New Year," she purred, her voice low and husky from her cries of pleasure. Leaning down, Tori pressed a slow, sensual kiss to the center of Jude's chest, her tongue darting out to taste the salt of his skin.

She felt Jude's chest rumble beneath her as he let out a low, content groan, his hands coming to rest on the curve of her hips.

“Dubai has been fun, but I'm ready to get back to Madrid,” Jude said, his voice laced with a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation. He looked into Tori's eyes, the warmth of the moment resonating between them. 

Tori smirked, leaning back slightly to admire his muscular form. “What’s on your schedule when you get back to Madrid, superstar?” she teased, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on his chest. 

“Back to football,” Jude lazily answered, his eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and seriousness. “But I want to set aside some time for... us.” 

Tori raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a playful smile. “Us? What exactly would that entail?” 

Jude chuckled, the sound deep and warm. “Us,” he began, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “More dates, more spending time together, more getting to know each other.” He reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers grazing her skin gently.

“I like the sound of that,” Tori replied, her heartbeat quickening at the thought of more intimate moments shared between them.

Tori and Jude were asleep within minutes of each other , both of them blissfully wrapped in the warmth of the moment they shared, exhausted from the passion that had consumed them. 

As dawn broke, the soft golden light filtered through the curtains, illuminating the contours of their bodies tangled together. Jude stirred awake first, his eyes slowly adjusting to the soft light and the comforting sensation of Tori lying next to him. He smiled, a warmth spreading through his chest at the sight of her. Her hair was splayed across the pillow, her lips slightly parted in a serene expression that drew him in.

Gently, Jude brushed his fingers along her cheekbone, reveling in the delicate softness of her skin. Tori stirred, her eyelids fluttering open as she sensed his touch. When her hazel eyes met his, her entire face blossomed into a radiant smile. 

“Morning,” she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep but laced with the remnants of last night’s excitement.

“Morning, beautiful,” Jude replied, unable to resist leaning down to capture her lips in a soft kiss. It was tender, a promise of what was yet to come, and it sent a thrill through both of them.

“Do you have any plans for today?” Tori asked, her voice still soft and inviting as she nestled closer against him, pulling the sheets over their bodies.

“No, maybe breakfast,” Jude replied lazily, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along her arm. “But I’m happy with doing whatever you want to do.” There was an undeniable allure to the idea of simply existing in this moment, cocooned together in the aftermath of their shared passion.

Tori smiled tiredly, her eyes glimmering with mischief. “Before anything I need to grab some stuff from my room, all I have here is what I wore out last night.” 

Jude raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Is that all? I was hoping to keep you here with me—no clothes required.” 

Tori chuckled softly, her cheeks flushing slightly at the implication. “As tempting as that sounds, I don’t think I’ll feel too comfortable walking around in last night’s outfit.” She pushed herself up, the sheets slipping down her body, revealing more of her luscious curves. Jude's gaze flickered to her exposed skin, igniting the familiar hunger within him.

“Come with me,” Tori suggested, her voice sultry and playful, as she stood and reached for a robe draped over a chair. She slipped it on, tying the fabric snugly around her waist before turning back to Jude, who sat up, his eyes tracing her every movement.

“Lead the way,” Jude replied, his tone teasing as he threw the sheets off and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He followed her, a mixture of eagerness and possessiveness thrumming beneath his skin. 

As they walked down the hallway together, the air thrummed with anticipation. Tori glanced over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “What if our paths cross with someone in the hall?”

Jude stepped closer, his shoulder bumping against hers as they approached the door to her room. “I wouldn’t mind giving them a show,” he said, a mischievous smile forming on his lips. “Besides, I could always distract you.” 

Tori chuckled but felt her pulse quicken at the thought. The very idea of being seen together like this, their connection raw and unfiltered, was exhilarating. As she opened the door to her room, Tori's breath caught in her throat. 

On the table in the room's entryway was a huge bouquet of flowers, a beautiful combination of roses and lilies. 

The vibrant colors seemed to shine even in the soft morning light, filling the room with a sweet fragrance that enveloped them. But it was the card tucked into the flowers that made Tori’s heart race—the handwriting unrecognizable, although her curiosity was put to bed upon reading the note.

Tori, I hope your year is as beautiful as you - Alex

“Alex,” she breathed out, her voice barely above a whisper as she turned to look at Jude, his brows furrowing as he stepped closer to her, peering over her shoulder at the arrangement. 

“The guy from the other night?” he asked, a slight edge of jealousy creeping into his voice.

[judebelle]

hi girl! i would love to read something about soft sex with kylian maybe after watching a movie, him being so whipped with reader

phrases of praise - k.m. x reader

a/n : i dont expect this to get a lot of attention since there isn't much kylian content out rn lol.. also first kylian post whattt? also gonna use some of my french speaking skills for this fic (i can barely hold a conversation in french)

cw : soft smut, swearing, fluff, unprotected (wrap b4 u tap)

pairing : kylian mbappe x fem!reader

wc : 1.2k

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kylian and you were curled up on his bed, the soft glow of the movie casting a warm ambiance around the two of you. as the film unfolded on the screen, your attention wandered away, replaced by an unspoken desire that pulsed between you.

fingers intertwined, your so-called 'subtle touches' grew more deliberate, tracing gentle patterns on each other's skin. the movie became background noise, both of you lost in the magnetic pull drawing you closer.

your eyes met, and in that moment, the room seemed to close in - leaving only the two of you enveloped in each other's warmth.

as the film became a mere afterthought, kylian's touch became the only thing on your mind.

his hand, initially resting on your waist, ventured along the curve of your back, sending shivers along your spine. the intimacy between you deepened with every lingering caress, creating a delicate balance between passion and restraint.

kylian's touch became a message of desire, his fingers now tracing the delicate lines of your neck and collarbone. you, in turn, responded to the growing intensity, your breath quickening with each tender stroke.

the tension between the two of you flooded the room, leaving you both drowning, needing each other to breathe.

"y/n.." kylian whispered in your ear before his soft lips danced along your shoulder. your eyes shut at that, lip bitten as you laid there and relished in his touch.

his words finally registered, and you let out a low hum in response.

"need you so bad.. please, amor."

you, caught in the enchanting spell of kylian's voice, couldn't resist the temptation any longer. you let out a soft gasp as kylian's hands continued unlocking a new world of sensations within you.

you turned around to face him. your eyes, glimmering with the light of the tv, connecting with his. they were filled to the brim with lust and desire.

your lips finally met in a tender, passionate kiss that spoke the words the two of you could not choke out. you melted into the warmth of the moment.

the outside world faded away as you surrendered to the growing intensity between your legs.

kylian's hands ventured beneath the soft fabric of your shirt. the warmth of his touch sent a shudder through your bones. a soft moan escaped your lips.

the kiss deepened as kylian's fingertips traced intricate patterns along the small of your back. you, overcome by the intoxicating sensations, surrendered under his touch, your breath hitching with every caress.

the room seemed to close around both of you as kylian's hands explored further. every other thought that may have crossed his mind ceased to exist, and the only thing that mattered was your body underneath him.

fueled by a desire that might've been stronger than his, you let your fingers trace a tantalizing path along kylian's neck and shoulders.

you skillfully navigated your way to the warmth of his bare torso. kylian reveled in the intense feel of your touch, and couldn't help but let out a low sigh, proof of the pleasure coursing through him.

the air between your bodies thickened with an unspoken understanding as your hands continued to explore the contours of his abs, his burning skin feeling amazing against yours.

each gentle stroke, each caress, painted an intimate picture of longing.

with a shared glance heavy with desire, kylian began to lift the barrier of fabric that separated you from him. your eyes locked onto his, allowing the anticipation to build. your breath caught in your throat as your top slid off, revealing your soft skin.

as kylian's hands travelled tenderly, the embrace of his touch lingered. as he unclasped your bra, your back arched into his.

the warmth of your bodies pressed against each other only urging him to pleasure you further. kylian's fingers explored the soft curve of your breast, an passionate action.

time seemed to suspend between your eager bodies.

as his hands continued grazing your hot skin, his lips finally met with your breast. a soft gasp escaped your lips, and you arched further into his touch, losing yourself in the intensity of the moment.

kylian's sucks and bites were a mixture of love and lust, each one leaving a mark on the surface of your skin.

your fingers instinctively found their way to his head. you pulled him closer to you before letting out another moan.

"kyky, mon dieu.." (kyky, my god..)

kylian's hands traced a slow path down your body. as his fingers ventured lower, a breathless moan escaped your lips.

he murmured out, his voice a sultry whisper, "tu te sens incroyable contre moi." (you feel incredible against me.)

his hand found it's target, connecting with your clit. overcome with pleasure, you could only respond with a fervent gasp. your hand locking onto kylian's bicep.

the room echoed with the sweet sounds of your intimacy.

your breath became erratic as his fingers worked magic against your nerves. kylian, becoming harder from your body's response, intensified his movements.

your body quivered as your orgasm drew near. you couldn't contain any longer. with a breathless cry, you succumbed to the waves of bliss crashing over you.

kylian, observing your every reaction to the sensations, found himself biting back a satisfied grin.

kylian, locked eyes with you. a silent understanding passed between the two of you. kylian removed his shorts, and with a newfound intensity, positioned himself between your legs. his cock entered your sensitive and throbbing warmth in the form of a slow and gentle stroke.

you clung to his body. your breath caught in your throat, choking any sounds down. kylian, with a whisper against your ear, spoke out phrases of praise.

"so good f'me."

"love how you feel around me, fuck."

"i've never felt anything like this, my god!"

kylian continued his movements as per your loud requests. the room echoed with the soft sounds of sex - the subtle gasps, your synchronized breaths, and his groans of pleasure.

your every response beneath his touch fueled his own desire.

as you both neared the edge, kylian's movements became increasingly fervent. you could feel the growing tension within him in the way he panted against your neck, bit hickies on your soft skin, and how his hands held your hips into place. he pushed you down into the soft mattress. his hips snapped into yours roughly. you began to feel him twitch in you.

his skilled fingers dipped down to massage your clit once again. you arched your back. a guttural moan escaped your lips as the waves of pleasure surged through you.

"kylian!"

kylian only rubbed faster as his hips stuttered. he quickly pushed you over the edge, your body trembling with the force of your second orgasm.

in urgency, kylian chased his own release. with guttural moans, he thrusted deeper and harder. the soft rustling of sheets merged together with the heavy smell of sex in the room.

with a final, breathless moan, he filled you up, leaving you both spent.

[hamiltonaf]

Texts w/ Kylian Mbappé

A/N: These are based on the viral video of Kylian in Cannes, I had a good laugh watching it and thought it would be amusing to write this into a banter text. Lol hope you guys enjoy .xx

[maikissed]

post euro Kylian Mbappé oneshot :') yo, this supposed to be a fluff but then i started ovulating and it turned into a smut, tehe !warning: smut, +18

The bed was empty when you opened your eyes, rising up on your hands lazily to take a look in the direction of the bathroom, you realised that there was no light coming from under the closed doors. The clock on the nightstand showed 2:31 am, so you pulled the sheets away from your body, your limbs shaking slightly at the cool air that touched you after you stood up from the bed. A little yawn left your mouth as you reached the corridor, slowly turning to the stairs, your bare feet tapping gently on the wooden floors. Silence ringed in your ears as you reached the down floor, there was a dim light coming from the kitchen. Slowly, you approached the threshold, not fully entering the room just yet. Kylian stood leaned on his elbows on the kitchen island, his phone in front of his face, you could tell he was reading something but you were too far to deduce whatever reading might absorb his attention at this hour. You could have your guesses and it troubled you. You took a minute to observe him just a bit, his tired stance, stiff shoulders, upper lip bitten, fingers drumming gently on the surface when he wasn’t scrolling down to reach next lines of the article. He was desperate for a peaceful sleep and a proper rest, yet he wasn’t given one. You could tell. No matter the upcoming vacation, that you in a matter of fact were heading to tomorrow, this was the start of his silent contemplation days. Good thing he agreed to go instead of rushing to the training centre first thing he came back from Germany. Still, whatever he might have chosen, you would accept it. He needed his quiet, his stillness. But a third night without a full night sleep for him upset you even though you’ve already learned that it was inevitable when it came to him, and that you both had to give it time. He always struggled with sleep after games, the good ones or the bad ones, it was the adrenaline, the amount of incentives. However it was yet again the occurrence when his hard work, his passion and the absolute devotion burnt out on the last step to reach the longed for fulfilment.

You took a few steps his way before he noticed your presence. You smiled softly at him.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” he questioned, his voice hoarse.

“The bed was empty” you whispered sneaking in between him and the counter, without a glimpse to his phone screen, with aim to interrupt his reading.

There was a little wrinkle that has formed between his brows so you reached with your fingers to gently smoothen it. He closed his eyes in answer to the delicate massage and after a moment you could feel his face relax.

“What were you reading?” you asked softly still caressing gently his face, moving from his brows to the forehead and then very gently, feather like touch with the tip of your finger down his nose.

“Some statistics” he shrugged.

“Mhm” you answered amusingly, knowing better, but deciding not to dwell on it.

That small wrinkle appeared back so you stroked it again, before bringing your hands down his nape. He let out a big breath with his eyes still closed when you massaged his neck and shoulders.

“I had this dream” you started, watching his face breaking into a little smile because your dreams tend to be the most astounding and loony. Made him cackle and question the state of your thoughts every time you were narrating to him the stories created by your own mind.

 “Everything was blue or orange, that’s how I saw the colours surrounding me, and turned out I was this little funny dog with fluffy orange fur and petite face and paws. You know, the one that looks like a toy”

He chuckled.

“A Pomeranian?”

“Yes!” you nodded “And you were furious, because we had to take this flight and you didn’t know how to travel with me” you continued “So we went to the airport and the tiny man at the check-in, he wore a big straw sun hat you know, probably stole it from some poor old lady…” the smallest details made him laugh and you smiled brightly at him trying to bring back his full attention on you with a squeeze on his shoulders “He told you that you didn’t purchase the transport for me on your ticket and you furiously showed him my very own ticket. So then he picked out that it was in fact a ticket for a person, not for a little dog and that I have to travel in the luggage hatch with the rest of the animals, and you were so angry you wanted to fight him”

“That’s no surprise” he added rather seriously.

“Yes, and then it turned out that they have to place me in a different type of transport”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, in a fricking balloon!”

He burst out laughing at the resentment in your voice.

“So you put some obnoxious collar on me, too big and too heavy, but you said it’s a tracker in case I got lost. And you just let them take me to that horrific balloon!” you shrieked.

“I would never do that” he acknowledged with a hurt look on his face before he smiled at you again “You ate too much sugar yesterday and you should stop worrying about the trip”

“Sure, alright, maybe” you shrugged a bit stressed now as you reminisced your horrid dream.

He kept his gaze on you, delicate glimmer making his way back into his dark eyes, for the first time in few days.

“Do you want me to make some camomile tea?” you asked leaning into him, your hands connected behind his head.

“No, I already had one”

“Okay” you nodded “Should we go back to bed?” a whisper.

He kissed you gently before agreeing, then proceeded to bend down a little, his hands resting on the back of your thighs to pick you up. You nestled into his arms as he carried you back up to your rooms. Slowly, the drowsiness coming back to you. The truth was you never rested well when he spend his sleepless nights wandering around the house. As soon as he gently laid you down on the sheets, you reached for him with your hands to bring him back much closer.

“I’m not going anywhere” he reassured, the heat of his body coating you from above, you sighed as your eyes begun to accustom to the darkness.

“I know” you whispered looking into his eyes.

This moment you realised how you’ve missed him terribly for this last month, despite the fact you were seeing each other as often as possible. Yet never alone, never the two of you, no intimacy allowed. It came to you quickly, when he held you like this, touched you, moved above you, you were tired and you were aroused, two of these feelings mixing and fogging your thoughts, your body turning responsive even before he would touch you properly. You kissed him, your desirous fingers reached for the edges of his t-shirt to pull it off, your oversized tee quickly followed. Gentle, when you both were weary like this, it was the most gentle and slow and considerate. It’s been long.

Slow, deep kisses, he was the best at those you always admitted, made the next beat of your heart stronger than before. Breath hitching in your throat at the feeling of his fingers tenderly wandering around your breasts, ribs, between your thighs. The room filled with a sharp intake of breath of both of you as he entered you swiftly. You relaxed for a second and then he moved, your muscles flexed, your mind and your body tired. Your eyes closed, your lips quickly searching for his when he broke contact for a moment. His thrusts sloppy and lazy, his mouth precise, the kisses turning wetter. The pleasure build swiftly and you whined against his lips, your moans intensifying when it fumbled inside you without any intention to peak at any time.

“Do you want me to use my mouth?” he asked against your skin, his lips tracing your jaw.

“N-no!” you panicked weakly, grasping at his back, going lower to push down at him.

Your hips rising to fuck back, making him groan, and goose-bumps spread all over your skin when the sensation added to your upcoming orgasm. That’s when he looked at you.

“My sweet girl” he breathed, his eyes sparkly “Needed my attention all this time”

That, that was what almost pushed you over the edge but you gulped hard, focused on it, tried to block it for just a little bit more time. And he saw it, knew what you were trying to do so he kissed you again, adjusted his hips to add more pressure to his thrusts, perfectly reaching the most responsive places. You didn’t see that coming but his fingers reached down to join the place you were connected, putting sweet pressure on your clit. You squirmed feeling your walls clench around him. The first sharp pull inside you told you the pinnacle was coming strong and you started to pathetically mewl under him. And more, and more, and gentler, but then stronger, almost like he toyed with you. You already felt worn out, still you fought him, wanted this feeling to last longer so he could join you at the end, but most of the times he aimed to break you before he came. He loved making this about you, stubborn fucker. He took true pleasure in it.

“Let go” he murmured, his voice deep and daring “I know you want to, don’t fight me”

You wanted to bit back, you did, you wanted to put up with this challenge, but you were too weak to even blink. You were at him mercy yet again. Easily he picked up your hips with his hand wrapped around your waist and you cried out at the new angle. He knew he had you there good. Always, like he wanted.

“Come on, baby, you’re done. Come for me” he cooed.

Your chest heaving, blood in your veins pumping quicker, your moans louder and you crashed, falling apart in his arms like this, frail, small and shaky.

ummm, chile, anyways, so.....

[insidekatmind]

That Girl Is Mine ~ Kylian Mbappé × Reader × Vinícius Jr. (Feat. Jude Bellingham)

Madrid was the city of lights, football, and dreams. The Spanish capital buzzed with fans, paparazzi, and tourists wandering through its charming streets. You were there, an ordinary girl thrust into an extraordinary world. You worked as a sports journalist, but what no one knew—and what you carefully kept hidden—was your secret relationship with Jude Bellingham, the young talent of Real Madrid.

But your life was far from simple. Aside from the secrecy, there was a rather... awkward issue: two of your most famous colleagues, Kylian Mbappé and Vinícius Júnior, seemed to be in a constant battle for your attention.

It was a crisp December evening, and the Santiago Bernabéu was still glowing under the post-match lights. Real Madrid had just won an important match, and as usual, you were busy navigating the post-game interviews. Jude had thrown you a quick, meaningful glance as he passed by. That subtle smile of his was all you needed to feel reassured, even though you had to pretend it was just a casual gesture.

You were packing up your things when Kylian approached you. Still wearing his Real Madrid jersey, his forehead glistening with sweat, his confident and charming smile remained intact.

"Are you sure you don’t want to stick around for a drink with us? I’ve noticed you work too much," he said, his tone low but loaded with a suggestion you couldn’t ignore.

You smiled, keeping your tone professional. "Thanks, Kylian, but I have a lot of work to do."

"Ah, work, work..." he replied, shaking his head. "Sometimes, you need to live a little. You know, there’s so much of Madrid you haven’t seen yet. I could show you the city."

Before you could respond, a familiar voice interrupted the conversation. "Show her the city? Kylian, I don’t think she needs a guide. I’ve lived here longer than you, remember?"

Vinícius had appeared beside you both, a provocative smile on his lips. It was clear he had been eavesdropping on every word. His eyes gleamed with challenge as he looked at his teammate. You, caught in the middle, felt like a pawn in a game you hadn’t chosen to play.

"Vinícius, same old," Kylian replied with a smile, though his eyes betrayed a certain tension. "I wasn’t talking to you, anyway."

Vinícius turned to you. "So, what do you say? The city of Madrid is much more interesting than Kylian can make it seem. We could explore the real neighborhoods, away from the tourists."

It was as if the world had stopped around you. You needed an excuse, fast. "Thanks to both of you, but honestly, I’m tired tonight. Maybe another time."

They didn’t look convinced, but there wasn’t much else they could do but let you go.

Later that evening, you were finally home. Your phone buzzed, and you smiled at Jude’s message.

Jude: "Everything okay? I saw Kylian and Vini hanging around you… I’m jealous. See you tomorrow after training, okay?"

You quickly replied. "Everything’s fine, I promise. See you tomorrow."

Your conversations were simple, sweet, and reassuring. Jude was your anchor amidst the chaos. But the next day, things became even more complicated.

During training at Valdebebas, you were there for a series of interviews. It was impossible to ignore the looks Kylian and Vinícius kept throwing your way as they ran on the field. Even Jude seemed to notice, though he remained focused on his drills.

After the session, Kylian was the first to approach. "You know, yesterday I couldn’t help but notice you always seem distant. Is something wrong? Can I help?"

You were trying to form a reply when Vinícius interrupted, wiping his face with a shirt. "Hey, Kylian, are you interrogating her? Maybe she just wants a bit of peace."

"Maybe you should mind your own business, Vini," Kylian shot back, his tone irritated.

"Guys, please," you intervened, trying to stay calm. "I’m just doing my job."

But inside, your heart was pounding. Their interest was flattering, but also a problem. You couldn’t afford for anyone to find out about your relationship with Jude. And yet, every glance and every word exchanged only heightened the tension.

That evening, as you sat with Jude at your secret spot—a small café hidden in the heart of Madrid—you told him everything. He listened attentively, his face serious.

"I don’t like the way they’re acting," he said, squeezing your hand under the table. "But I understand we can’t do anything for now. I promise we’ll find a way to live all of this out in the open one day."

You smiled at him, feeling safe in his presence. Jude wasn’t just your boyfriend; he was your refuge amidst the chaos of a life that felt like a novel. But you knew the story between you, Kylian, and Vinícius was far from over. And Madrid, with its lights and secrets, was the perfect stage for the next act.

The tension was palpable, like a taut rope about to snap. Over the following days, Kylian and Vinícius’s gestures and attitudes became more explicit. Seemingly innocent comments turned into subtly suggestive remarks, lunch invitations, and lingering glances. Jude, despite his calm and rational nature, had begun to show signs of irritation.

One evening, after a crucial match at the Bernabéu, things came to a head.

After the game, while you were gathering material for an article, Vinícius approached you in the tunnel leading to the locker rooms. He was still sweaty, but his mischievous smile was flawless.

"So, have you thought about my invitation? I’ll take you somewhere no one knows, guaranteed. Just you and me, no distractions," he said, his tone a bit too familiar for your liking.

Before you could respond, Kylian appeared behind you both, interrupting the conversation. "Ah, Vini, aren’t you tired of playing the romantic? Sorry for you, but I think her time is already booked for the evening."

You sighed, trying to stay calm. "Guys, enough with these games. I’ve already told you I’m not interested."

Vinícius laughed, leaning slightly forward as if he found it all incredibly amusing. "Really? You don’t seem that uninterested."

It was then that Jude appeared, striding out of the locker room with a determined walk. He wasn’t smiling. In fact, his face was tense, his gaze a mix of anger and resolve.

"Vini, Kylian, stop," he said, his voice calm but authoritative. Both turned to him, surprised.

Kylian crossed his arms, frowning. "And what does this have to do with you, Jude?"

"It has everything to do with me," Jude replied, stepping closer. He glanced at you briefly before addressing them directly. "She’s my girlfriend. And she has been for a long time. So, with all due respect, you need to stop."

The silence that followed was deafening. Vinícius and Kylian stood frozen, unable to hide their shock. Your heart was racing, but you also felt a sense of relief. Finally, the truth was out.

"Are you serious?" Kylian asked, incredulous. "She’s...?"

"Yes," Jude said firmly, locking eyes with them. "And now that you know, I’m asking you to respect us."

Vinícius looked almost offended. "And you thought to tell us like this, after all this time? Maybe you should have made it clear earlier."

"It wasn’t your business," Jude shot back, his tone hard. "But now you know. Enough with the games."

Kylian ran a hand through his hair, trying to process it all. Then he looked at you, a hint of disappointment in his gaze. "And you? Why didn’t you ever tell us?"

"I couldn’t," you said, your voice firm but calm. "We wanted to keep it private. That doesn’t mean I was playing with you."

Kylian nodded slowly, as if trying to come to terms with the situation. Vinícius, on the other hand, looked less convinced but said nothing. After a few moments of tension, they both walked away, leaving you alone with Jude.

As soon as they were out of earshot, Jude turned to you, his face softening. "I’m sorry, but I couldn’t stand seeing them act like that anymore. They needed to know."

You stepped closer to him, placing a hand on his arm. "You did the right thing. I couldn’t take it anymore either."

Jude sighed, pulling you into a hug. "From now on, no more secrets. I don’t care what people say. What matters is that it’s us."

You melted into his embrace, finally feeling free. Even though you knew the gossip would start soon, you didn’t care anymore. Madrid was full of secrets, but yours was no longer one of them.

[jkkyks]

So here is the deal, if he stared at me like that, u might find me searching on our wedding venues and all yk. Just sayin

[rmadridcore]

Beyond the Line

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Reader

Summary: You and Kylian enter a friends with benefits arrangement, but as the connection deepens, you struggle to keep your emotions in check.

Word Count: 7.4K

Warning: Smut! (Minors DNI)

Author’s Note: I’ve had this idea for a while and intended to make it a two part series but I couldn’t stop writing when I started lol 😭 so she’s a long one. Hope you enjoy it, lmk what you think 🤍

There’s a strange kind of pleasure in a bit of toxicity. To a point, at least. It doesn’t always make sense, but sometimes, the undeniable physical chemistry makes sacrificing peace of mind worth it. The fire, the intense connection, can outweigh all the flaws in the relationship.

The way Kylian’s tongue traced your folds made all the buried, unresolved feelings seem worth it. He had his head nestled between your thighs, quite literally his favorite place to be, while your hands gripped his head as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. His other hand cupped and massaged your breast with a mix of urgency and affection.

“Kylian, fuck!” you screamed, your toes curling as his tongue worked with relentless speed, flicking and teasing you in a way that made your mind blur with pleasure.

The sounds of his slurping filled the room, shameless and loud, but neither of you cared. His occasional moans vibrated through your body, reminding you that you were indeed still on a bed and not floating on some euphoric cloud. Not that you minded. This euphoria was exactly where you wanted to stay for as long as possible.

Throwing your head back, you let out a whiny moan as his tongue explored your most private parts, licking, teasing, and driving you wild. Wet, hot, and pink — just the way he loved it. His nose pressed roughly against your clit as his fingers curled inside you, reaching those spots that made your toes curl even tighter.

The sounds spilling from your lips were raw and unholy, but you couldn’t find an ounce of shame in yourself, and neither could he. In fact, he seemed to thrive on it. His hand moved down from your breast to part your throbbing folds, exposing your sensitive clit even more to his skilled, relentless tongue. You wanted to ask him if anyone had ever told him how magical his tongue was, but the words refused to form. Your mouth was far too busy letting out gasps and cries.

“Please,” you managed to mutter, your voice strained, your eyes rolling back as the pleasure surged through you.

For Kylian, it wasn’t just the taste of you that drove him — it was the sounds you made. The way you screamed his name, whimpered in desperation, and begged for release drove him wild. He lived for it. He craved those sounds just as much as he craved the taste of you. Each moan and breathless gasp only pushed him to dive deeper, his tongue working more feverishly against you, wanting to make you shatter beneath him.

He curled his fingers inside you, pressing against that spot that made your entire body tremble. His tongue stayed focused on your swollen clit, flicking in perfect rhythm, and you could feel the familiar tension building, your body ready to unravel.

“I’m so close,” you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Hold on just a little longer,” Kylian mumbled against you, the words muffled but clear, the vibrations from his voice only intensifying the pleasure. “I need you to hold on for me.” He wasn’t ready to let go yet. He wanted to savor every second of this, knowing it might be a while before he could taste you again.

“I can’t, Kylian… I need to cum,” you whimpered, your voice desperate, your body on the edge of release.

Finally, he relented, his voice soft yet commanding. “Let go, beautiful. Come for me.”

That was all it took. His words, combined with the pace of his fingers and tongue, sent you tumbling over the edge, and your body obeyed. Your back arched off the bed, his name tearing from your throat as your body shook with release. Your hands gripped the headboard, desperate for something to hold on to as he licked you through your orgasm, not missing a drop of your pleasure.

Gasping for air, you collapsed back onto the bed, your body feeling light and deliciously weak. Kylian, ever the greedy lover, drank in every last bit of your release like it was his favorite drink — because to him, it was.

You coughed lightly, your throat overworked from all the screaming and grunting. You hadn’t even noticed when Kylian laid next to you, his head propped on his hand as he admired your flushed, blissed-out face.

As you lay there, your heart still racing from the intensity of the moment, you felt a mix of bliss and vulnerability wash over you.

Kylian shifted to rest his head on your chest, listening to the rapid beat of your heart. “Can you kiss me now?” you asked, breaking the comfortable silence that enveloped you.

He lifted his head, a faint smile forming on his lips that made your stomach flutter. “Are you sure you’re ready for that?” he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

You rolled your eyes, half-amused and half-exasperated. “I just had the best orgasm of my life, and you’re worried about a kiss?” His laughter filled the room, warm and infectious.

“You make a fair point.” He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours, and the kiss felt electric. The taste of you lingered, mingling with the sweetness of the moment. As the kiss deepened, you felt the world fade away, leaving just the two of you in your little bubble of intimacy.

Kylian pulled back slightly, searching your eyes. “You know, moments like these make all the chaos worthwhile,” he said softly. You nodded, a smile spreading across your face.

“Absolutely. But you do realize you’re lucky I’m still coherent enough to appreciate this moment, right?” Kylian chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ll take my victories where I can get them.” There was a pause, and you could see a flicker of something serious in his eyes.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” he said, his voice sincere. “I’m really grateful for you.” The weight of his words settled in the space between you. You had grown so accustomed to the playfulness, the light teasing, that this sudden shift felt scary.

“Kylian,” you began, feeling a swell of emotions. “I—” Before you could finish your sentence, Kylian’s phone buzzed on the nightstand, interrupting the moment. You both sighed in unison, a knowing look passing between you.

“Always a distraction,” he muttered, reaching for his phone, but you could see the hint of annoyance in his eyes.

“It’s the team,” He said, you watching as he glanced at the screen.

“Duty calls, huh?” you said with a teasing smile, trying to keep the mood light.

“Unfortunately,” he said, giving you an apologetic look. “But don’t worry, I won’t let it take me away from you for long.” He leaned in and gave you another quick kiss before reluctantly sitting up and pulling away.

You watched as he answered the call, his demeanor shifting to the focused, determined athlete you knew he could be.

As he spoke on the phone, you leaned back against the pillows, observing him with a mixture of admiration and affection. The way he transformed from the playful lover to the focused athlete was mesmerizing. It was like watching a switch flip — he was all business now, his voice steady and professional.

He paused to glance back at you, and for a moment, he seemed lost in thought, as if he were trying to gauge your mood. You flashed him a playful smile to remind him you were still there, even if his mind was somewhere else entirely.

“I’ll be done in a minute,” he said, his tone lighter now, as if sensing your amusement.

You shrugged. “Take your time. I’ll just be here, contemplating my life choices.” He chuckled, clearly fighting off a grin.

“I don’t think you need to contemplate anything. You’re the one keeping me grounded.”

“Grounded?” you teased. “I thought I was just a pleasant distraction.”

“You are, but a necessary one,” he replied, winking before returning to his conversation.

When he finally hung up, he flopped back onto the bed beside you, the tension of the call still visible in his shoulders. “Well, that was refreshing,” he said sarcastically.

You laughed, nudging him playfully. “Next time, try not to sound so enthusiastic.”

“It’s a tough life, okay?” he replied, a cheeky smile spreading across his face.

“You know,” you began, feeling a warmth spread through you as you spoke, “for someone who just dealt with a chaotic work call, you look remarkably unscathed.”

He laughed softly, glancing over at you with a playful smirk. “Well, I do have my charm to rely on.” You rolled your eyes, but there was no hiding your smile.

“Charm? Is that what we’re calling it? More like a mix of sheer talent and good looks.”

“Don’t forget charisma,” he chimed in.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Oh, please. With that kind of self-promotion, you could start your own fan club.”

“You think I’m not already the president of my own fan club?” He grinned, clearly enjoying the banter.

“You’re my only member, and I’m the only one who attends the meetings.”

“Sounds like a party,” you teased, nudging him again.

As laughter faded into a comfortable silence, Kylian turned serious, his expression softening as he gazed at you.

“Stay tonight.” his voice broke the silence, the words hanging in the air between you like an unspoken promise. A warmth spread through your chest at his invitation. It was no secret that he wanted you to spend the night with him every time you two found yourselves tangled in each other's arms; he just didn’t say it outright all the time. But the way he hesitated, how he seemed to hold back from asking you to stay during those other moments, was painfully obvious.

“I have to pack,” you replied, feeling the disappointment settle in both your hearts.

You did spend the night at his place sometimes. Those cozy, late-night moments where everything felt perfect. But other times, you pulled away, creating space to keep things from becoming too routine. You were cautious, wary of the feelings that might arise if you blurred the lines completely. Tonight, you felt the urge to retreat, to maintain that sense of independence. But also, you really had to pack.

Kylian nodded, trying to mask his disappointment with a soft “Okay.” His tone was casual, but you could see right through him; he was the worst liar when it came to you.

You and Kylian had met a little over a year ago at a mutual friend’s birthday party. Both of you single, bold, and carefree, it felt like fate had tossed you together for one wild night of fun. That night had sparked a connection that neither of you expected, leading to a heated encounter that was meant to be a one-off. But universe, as it often does, had other plans.

You both bumped into each other again at an event weeks later, and just like that, you found yourselves leaving together, the chemistry undeniable. After that, you met up again — hooking up once more, and then again. It quickly became a whirlwind of intimate moments, and before you knew it, you were trapped in a confusing, exhilarating, and somewhat unhealthy situation.

Neither of you had been looking for anything serious. The idea of adding the complexities of a relationship, emotional entanglements and responsibilities, was daunting. A casual arrangement, marked by good sex whenever the mood struck, was enough for both of you.

You both understood how these things worked. Friends with benefits could turn into a mess of emotions if you weren’t careful. So, from the very start, you had made it a point to set rules. You were both adept at laying down those guidelines, but when it came to following them? That was another story entirely.

The first rule was simple: never spend the night at each other’s places. The routine was supposed to be straightforward: come over, fuck, leave. That worked for the first two months. But then came that one night at Kylian’s house, just after you’d finished with each other.

It was around 1 AM, and the weather decided to show its worst side with a downpour so fierce, it made the idea of driving home seem ridiculous.

“Stay here,” he insisted, not wanting you to risk the storm. You hesitated at first, knowing it was against the rules, but the thought of driving through that weather wasn’t appealing either. He even offered you the guest bedroom, or suggested he sleep there and let you take his bed, but somehow that felt even weirder than just sharing the bed. So, you stayed. That was the night you crossed the first line. After that, spending the night became more frequent. Kylian was always coming up with excuses for you to stay over.

“The wind is crazy tonight.”

“I heard on the radio that driving after 10 PM isn’t safe.”

“My bed is way more comfortable than yours.”

Some excuses were ridiculous, but sometimes, you caved. Other times, you resisted, determined not to let the sleepovers become routine.

The next rule? Never cancel plans for each other. You both agreed that altering your daily lives just to meet up would mean things were getting too serious. A casual fling didn’t need that kind of effort. But Kylian broke that rule after just two weeks, without you even knowing.

He canceled a dinner with friends, just because a single text from you asking if he was free to hang out was enough to make him ditch his plans. You found out the next time he did it, when he skipped playing paddle with his trainer because a night with you seemed more appealing. You were angry, angry that he broke the rule, but he shut you up with a kiss that made the argument melt away.

After one of your usual, passionate sessions, you told him how canceling plans for each other wasn’t good for what you had. He promised he wouldn’t do it again. And, unsurprisingly, he didn’t keep that promise. To be fair, you didn’t either. You found yourself rescheduling a meeting for work, or canceling a shopping day with friends just to be with him. You both bent the rule when it suited you.

Then there was the no-gifts rule. It seemed harmless enough. No exchanging gifts. Too personal, too intimate. But that rule was thrown out the window on your birthday. Kylian surprised you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a stunning necklace. You wanted to be mad, to call him out for breaking the rule, but how could you? He made you so happy, and the thoughtfulness behind his gift warmed your heart more than you cared to admit. So, instead of scolding him, you simply said, “Thank you,” and asked him not to do it again.

But then you broke that rule too. When his birthday came around, you couldn’t resist getting him something. You reasoned with yourself — it was just a birthday, an exception to the rule. But then, Kylian took it further. He came to your house one evening with a piece of artwork he’d purchased, saying, “It reminded me of you.”

That felt too much, too intimate. You argued, trying to convince him to take it back, but after a long discussion, you agreed to keep it — on the condition that he wouldn’t buy you anything like that again. He promised, but deep down, you both knew promises in this arrangement were flimsy at best.

But the most important rule, the one that should have been unbreakable, was not to fall in love. It was the first thing you both made clear: no strings attached meant no feelings. If either of you started to develop emotions beyond the physical, whatever you had would end immediately.

It seemed obvious at the time, the easiest rule to follow. Yet, strangely, it was the one rule you both avoided talking about. You’d discussed all the others, broke them, and argued over them, but the rule about love? That was taboo. Neither of you brought it up. Not once. And that silence was starting to scare you. Because the reason you didn’t talk about it was becoming more obvious. And that realization was growing more terrifying by the day.

You both lay in bed, the silence heavy with the weight of the upcoming separation. Neither of you wanted to move, wishing you could freeze time and stay in that warm, tangled cocoon of sheets. But reality beckoned. You had to leave; your business trip was looming, and tonight was your way of saying a temporary goodbye before you inevitably found yourselves back in the same bed the moment you returned.

Reluctantly, you got up, ignoring the loud, deep sigh that escaped Kylian’s lips. He didn’t say anything, but his frustration was palpable. You gathered your things, slipping into your clothes while he remained on the bed, motionless, watching you with a silent longing.

“You still don’t know when you’ll be back?” he asked, his voice breaking the silence as you put on your shoes.

You shrugged, not meeting his gaze. “I’m not sure. I’ll be back once all the new projects are presented to the partners. Could be a week. Maybe two.”

“Or more,” he added, his tone flat, eyes cast down. He wasn’t looking at you, but the unspoken tension between you was clear.

You sighed, trying to keep your voice light but failing. “I don’t know, Kylian. I’d rather stay too, but it’s work. I have to go. It’s not like I have a choice.” You walked over to the bed, standing beside him.

Kylian understood more than most about having a demanding schedule. He knew that you had to leave, that your career required it. But that didn’t make it any easier. It still bothered him — this unknown stretch of time without seeing you. The part that stung the most? He wasn’t allowed to be upset. He wasn’t your boyfriend. He wasn’t even your friend. He was just the guy you were sleeping with. You didn’t owe him anything. No explanations, no reassurances, no promises. And that bitter realization twisted in his chest, an uncomfortable weight he had to carry in silence.

“I’ll be very busy in the coming days, so…” You trailed off, the familiar excuse slipping from your lips, and Kylian knew exactly what was happening. You always did this when one of you had to travel — distancing yourself, cutting down on communication. He never fully understood why. But, as always, he went along with it, knowing he didn’t have the right to object.

“Sure. Busy,” he replied, his voice flat, resigned. You nodded, a silent understanding passing between you, both knowing there was nothing more to say.

“Thanks for tonight. You always give me the best goodbye gifts,” you teased, trying to lighten the mood. You leaned down, giving him a quick peck on the lips before turning away.

Kylian watched you leave, the sound of the door clicking shut behind you echoing in his mind. You never looked back. You never did.

For the past year, he had felt an undeniable, deep connection with you. Something special, something he couldn’t quite put into words. And with every passing moment, that connection only grew stronger, wrapping around him like invisible chains, pulling him deeper into feelings he had promised himself he’d never have.

Kylian knew it was wrong. He knew he wasn’t supposed to feel like this, wasn’t supposed to let his emotions blur the lines of your arrangement. But he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t bring himself to walk away, even though he knew that’s what he should do.

The truth was, he liked spending time with you — far more than he liked spending time with anyone else. With you, he could be himself, completely. He didn’t have to put on the mask he wore for the world. He could be his silly, carefree self, making jokes and laughing without worrying about expectations. You listened to him, truly listened. You were compassionate, attentive, and never judged him. You offered him a kind of support that he hadn’t realized he needed until it was too late. He liked you. More than he should. And that terrified him.

It didn’t take long for Kylian to realize that his feelings for you went far beyond casual. When he first started sleeping with you, his intentions were simple: have fun, let off some steam, enjoy the company of someone as lovely and attractive as you. But the more he got to know you as a person, the more he craved your presence. It wasn’t just about the sex anymore, even though the sex was incredible. Mind-blowing, even. But sometimes, all he wanted was to sit with you, have a conversation, and just… be. He liked being around you. And that was the problem.

He wasn’t supposed to want more than just physical connection. You weren’t meant to be his confidante, his comfort, his… something more. But the rules were clear. He wasn’t allowed to spend time with you unless one of you was horny. So, he made sure to milk every moment he could, stretching out the time you spent together. He clung to the small, fleeting moments between, lingering in bed just a little longer, turning every touch, every laugh into something he could carry with him when you weren’t around.

And every time you left, he felt the weight of what he wasn’t allowed to have settle deeper in his chest.

The day had been impossibly long, overwhelming, and exhausting. Your flight was a nightmare — an older man seated behind you had snored the entire time, depriving you of any chance to rest. Once you landed, there was no time to recover; you had to change quickly and head straight to a series of meetings. With the barely-there sleep you had gotten the night before, combined with the stress of work, the day felt like one continuous obstacle.

The meeting dragged on for almost three hours, filled with repetitive questions that forced you to repeat yourself over and over. By the time it was over, all you wanted was to collapse into bed. But then your colleague asked for help with some documents, and you couldn’t bring yourself to say no. You felt bad, knowing no one else could assist her. So, despite your exhaustion, you pushed through.

Finally, after what felt like an endless day, you made it to your hotel room. The idea of slipping into a warm, bubbly bath was the only thing keeping you from falling apart. Once you submerged yourself in the soothing water, the tension in your muscles slowly began to fade. The pounding headache that had followed you throughout the day finally started to dissipate.

It was in moments like this, quiet, peaceful moments, when you craved Kylian’s presence the most. He had a way of making everything better, almost like a superpower. From the moment you met him, there had been something magnetic about his charisma. One night stands weren’t usually your thing, but fresh off a breakup and in high spirits at that party, you found yourself unable to resist his charm and that disarming, handsome smile.

At first, it was just sex. Fun, uncomplicated, no strings attached. But as the weeks went by, you discovered there was so much more to Kylian than just his natural charisma or his beautiful face. As he got comfortable with you, he began to show his true self — funny, silly, adorable, loud, but in all the best ways. He was someone you wanted to be around all the time. He loved making people laugh, especially you, and his energy was infectious. For all his fame and allure, Kylian was surprisingly simple and humble. A young man with a great sense of humor and an even bigger heart.

Being around him felt effortless. Too effortless. And that was where the danger lay. You liked him more than you should. You liked him more than you were willing to admit, even to yourself. He was far more than a fling to you. You couldn’t help but think about him in moments like this, alone in a quiet hotel room, wishing you were resting on his firm chest, his fingers tracing soft patterns on your forearm like he always did. But those were thoughts you would never dare to share with him.

The fear of commitment was tricky. It often masked itself as self-preservation, convincing you that it was the rational thing to do, the safest option to avoid heartache. But deep down, you knew it was an insecurity, a fear that you would drive Kylian away if you got too close.

Rationally, you knew he wouldn’t hurt you, at least not intentionally. But the thought of falling for him, of starting an official relationship, only for him to realize it was a mistake, that he didn’t have time for you, or worse, that he couldn’t love you enough, was terrifying.

So, you did what you thought was necessary. You distanced yourself. You limited the time you spent with him, avoiding the temptation to stay over at his house too often. You tried not to contact him when either of you were away. You set boundaries for yourself, hoping they would protect you from falling deeper into the trap.

But leaving him? That was something you couldn’t do. No matter how unhealthy the situation became, no matter how much it hurt to be stuck in this emotional limbo, you couldn’t bear the thought of Kylian not being a part of your life. So, you settled for what you had. You convinced yourself it was enough, even though deep down, it wasn’t.

And that made you angry. Furious, even. How had you let this happen? What had started as a simple arrangement, had spiraled into something messy, confusing, and undefined. You didn’t even know what to call this… relationship. If you could even call it that.

But more than anything, you were mad at yourself. For wanting more. For feeling something you promised yourself you’d never feel.

The next few days passed in a blur of normalcy, albeit overwhelmed by work. Every time the pressure mounted, stress levels shooting through the roof, it became increasingly tempting to pick up the phone and call Kylian. Not for the usual reasons, where one of you would call the other when traveling to satisfy more physical needs, but simply to hear his voice. To rant about your day, to complain, to let it all out. To have Kylian on the other end, soothing you, telling you that everything would be okay.

The temptation grew harder to resist, but you held out. You had to. This was the boundary you had set for yourself, the one thing that kept you in control.

Until you couldn’t anymore.

It was a Thursday — possibly the worst Thursday in the history of Thursdays. The day began disastrously when you somehow managed to turn off your alarm in your sleep, making you thirty minutes late for your breakfast meeting. And, of course, there was no time to actually have breakfast once you arrived, forcing you to move straight into business on an empty stomach.

You told yourself you’d wait for lunch to eat, but lunch never came. The meeting that was supposed to happen the next day was moved to today, meaning no time for food once again.

Then came the race back to the office, where you had to prepare for a presentation on your latest project. Things seemed to calm down for a moment, just long enough for you to breathe, until someone in the foyer spilled a piping hot cup of coffee all over you. The scalding liquid nearly burned your collarbone and left an awful stain on your white shirt.

With no change of clothes and the presentation about to begin, you had no choice but to stand in front of everyone in a half-white, half-brown shirt, your stomach growling, your mind frazzled, and your nerves hanging by a thread. The awkward stares from your audience only made things worse, and by the end of the day, you felt utterly defeated.

By the time you returned to your hotel room, you had finally eaten something, but the headache and stress still vibrated through every inch of your body.

It was all too much. You needed to let it all out.

No matter how risky or wrong it felt, you needed to call Kylian.

With shaky hands, you dialed his number, one you had memorized long ago from how many times you typed it, only to delete it before pressing "call." This time, though, you pressed it.

Your heart raced as the phone rang, your breath catching in your throat. You had spoken to Kylian over the phone countless times, but this felt different. This time, you weren’t calling for a casual chat or for some playful teasing. You were calling because you needed him. You needed to hear his voice.

And that terrified you.

You stared at the phone screen as it rang, trying to come up with a good excuse for why you were calling him. The line connected, and before you could figure out what to say, Kylian picked up.

“Hello?” His voice was groggy, thick with sleep, sounding both confused and concerned. You realized immediately that you had woken him up.

“I’m sorry, Kylian. Were you sleeping?” You glanced at the clock and cringed. It was 2 AM where he was. How had you not noticed that before?

“It’s fine. Really.” His voice softened, brushing away the inconvenience. “Are you okay?” There was a trace of worry now, like he could sense something was off.

You hesitated, feeling guilty for disturbing him. “Wait… how did my call even go through? Don’t you usually put your phone on Do Not Disturb when you sleep?” You remembered him telling you that the first night you stayed over at his place — he always put his phone on DND to ensure his body got the rest it needed.

There was a brief silence on the other end before he spoke. “I have a few contacts that still get through. My parents, my brother, my team, and… well, you. Just in case.” Your breath caught in your throat at his admission.

You wanted to ask why, to dig into why he thought of you as someone important enough to bypass his Do Not Disturb settings. But this wasn’t the time. The conversation was already teetering on the edge of being too vulnerable.

Kylian broke the silence again, his tone laced with concern. “Are you going to answer me? Are you okay?” You blinked, unsure of how to respond.

You had wanted to rant about your day, but now, waking him up like this made you feel selfish.

“Are you sure I shouldn’t call you back tomorrow? You need your sleep. Don’t you have training tomorrow?” You meant it, genuinely feeling guilty for disturbing him.

“Y/N,” he said firmly, but gently. “I don’t care about that. I care about you. Are you okay or not?”

His words hit you like a wave, and suddenly, you were fighting back tears. The tenderness in his voice, the way he prioritized you over his own needs, it tugged at something deep inside you. He was always like this, but hearing it now, in the middle of the night, made you want to cry. It also made you love him more.

No, you weren’t okay. You missed him. You wanted him with you. But you couldn’t say that. So, instead, you started telling him about your day, pouring out all the stress and frustration that had built up since the moment you’d landed.

You told him everything — about how overwhelming the trip had been, how tired you were, how bad today had gone. You described every detail of your nightmare of a Thursday, feeling a mixture of relief and exhaustion as you talked.

Through it all, Kylian listened patiently. He didn’t interrupt, didn’t rush you. He just hummed softly in response, encouraging you to keep going, making you feel heard in a way no one else could.

When you finally finished, you let out a deep breath, feeling lighter. Somehow, just telling him about your day made everything feel a little less terrible.

“I’m so proud of you,” Kylian said quietly, his voice sincere and full of admiration. The way he said it made your chest tighten with emotion.

“You’re handling so much, and you’re doing it with so much strength. I don’t know how you do it, Y/N.” His words brought tears to your eyes again, and for a moment, it felt like he was right there with you, whispering those words in your ear instead of through a phone.

You wiped at your eyes, overwhelmed by the genuine affection in his voice.

Without thinking, you let the words slip out. “I miss you, Kylian.”

There it was. Raw and unfiltered.

You hadn’t meant to say it, but now that you had, there was no taking it back.

Normally, you would have regretted being so vulnerable with him, afraid it would shift things between you. But this time, there was no regret. Just truth. Kylian’s voice softened even more, dripping with affection.

“Y/N, I miss you too, so much. I can’t wait for you to come back.” His confession hung in the air between you, adding an extra weight to the conversation. But despite the heaviness, his words brought a smile to your face, the kind of smile only he could bring out of you.

“Thank you for listening to my rant. And I’m sorry for waking you up,” you apologized, feeling guilty once more for disrupting his night.

“Don’t apologize. I’d rather talk to you than sleep. You know you can call me anytime.” His words made your heart swell, but the exhaustion from the day was catching up with you now.

“I think it’s time for me to get some sleep,” you said, stifling a yawn.

“Sweet dreams, beautiful,” he replied, the smile in his voice unmistakable.

“Goodnight,” you whispered before hanging up, sinking back onto the mattress.

As you lay there, you felt lighter, like the world had been lifted off your shoulders just from talking to him. But as the quiet settled in, a different kind of pressure began to creep in. What did that conversation mean for the two of you? Was it normal to call your fuck buddy in the middle of the night from another country, just to rant about your day? And for him to be so sweet, so gentle, so… perfect about it?

Probably not. And that scared you.

But despite the fear, one thing was clear — you didn’t regret it. Not even for a second.

Kylian knew when you were coming back. You’d texted him the day before your flight, and from the moment he read that message, he was over the moon. The two weeks without you had been anything but fun. In fact, every time you left, it felt like you took a piece of sunshine with you. To him, you were that — his sunshine. Someone who could brighten even the darkest days. And now, his sunshine was finally coming back.

A few hours after you landed, he sent you a text inviting you over for dinner at his place if you weren’t too tired. You hesitated at first, mostly because he told you it would be a normal, simple dinner — no sexual innuendo. That was the scariest part. He wasn’t just inviting you over for a casual night; this felt different. He was asking you on a date. Your first real date with Kylian.

You sat with your phone for a long moment, unsure. This wasn’t part of the arrangement, wasn’t part of the rules you’d set up for yourselves. But something deep inside you told you not to let fear ruin this moment. So, after a while, you agreed.

When you arrived, he opened the door with a tablecloth casually thrown over his left shoulder.

“Don’t tell me you cooked?” you said after hugging him, eyes wide with disbelief.

He let out a laugh, flashing you that charming grin. “Well, I tried.” There was a mix of pride and nervousness in his voice, as if he wasn’t quite sure whether to brag or apologize.

He led you into the dining room, where the table was set for two. The fork and knife were oddly placed, and you quickly realized he had been the one to set the table.

With a chuckle, you switched the positions of the knife and fork. “You know not everyone’s left-handed, right?” you teased as he walked back in with the meal.

He blinked, then giggled, scratching the back of his head. “Oh, right. Sorry about that.”

You both sat down, the dish looking delicious, but there was a part of you that was still unsure. Kylian noticed you eyeing the plate cautiously.

“Aren’t you hungry?” he asked, frowning when he saw you weren’t making a move to eat.

You bit your lip, feeling guilty for what you were about to say. “Um… Kylian, I really appreciate that you cooked, but… are you sure this won’t give me food poisoning?” You winced, giving him a sheepish look.

He gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his chest. “How dare you! Are you saying I’m not a good cook?” He pretended to be offended, his wide eyes full of playful shock.

You couldn’t hold back a laugh, shaking your head.

Kylian chuckled, raising his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. I didn’t cook it.” He grinned sheepishly as you raised a brow in confusion.

“Wait, what?”

“I set the table and everything,” he admitted, “but I didn’t want to be the one responsible for poisoning you, so… I had it delivered.”

You let out a sigh of relief, giggling. Kylian was talented in many things, but you knew that the kitchen was definitely not one of them.

As you both started eating, Kylian filled you in on what he’d been up to while you were away, already knowing the details of your trip from that strange, middle of the night phone call a few days ago. He was animated as he spoke, catching you up on football news, funny moments with his teammates, and little updates from his life.

But even as you laughed and bantered back and forth, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this dinner was different. It wasn’t just two friends with benefits catching up. It was more. And that realization, while thrilling, also scared you.

“Y/N, I’ve been meaning to talk to you,” Kylian said suddenly, his voice tinged with an uncharacteristic nervousness. He was playing with the tablecloth, twisting it between his fingers as if trying to distract himself.

The wine you’d been sipping suddenly tasted dull. His words made you feel uneasy, and a knot of tension began forming in your stomach.

He pushed his chair back and moved closer, sitting right next to you. The shift in proximity sent a shiver down your spine. The distance that had been between you while you sat across from each other had felt safe. But now, with his body so close, the air between you felt charged, intimate. No matter how many times you had been physical with Kylian, these moments, the ones that went beyond the physical, always left you feeling raw and vulnerable.

He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers lingering.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about us,” he began, his voice softer now, more emotional. “Especially after our phone call the other night.”

Your pulse quickened. That call had crossed a line — one you had been careful not to approach for so long. But strangely, you hadn’t regretted it.

“Y/N, being around you…” He paused, his eyes searching yours. “It just feels right. You make everything feel… right. And I know you feel the same.”

He wasn’t wrong. Being with Kylian felt natural, like you both just fit. There was an ease, a connection that made sense, even if you’d spent so much time trying to ignore it. You knew it, and he knew it too. The problem wasn’t the way you felt about him — it was the fear of letting those feelings lead you somewhere you couldn’t control.

“We’re not the best at communicating, at least not with words,” he continued, his fingers gently twisting a lock of your hair around them. “We’ve both bottled up so much, avoided saying things we should’ve said. But there are some things that don’t need words. Some things you just feel.”

His point was valid, but that didn’t make it any less nerve-wracking.

“I can feel how much you love being with me. It’s not just about the physical connection. There’s something more between us, and pretending like it isn’t there… it’s been stupid. For both of us.” He exhaled deeply, his voice a little steadier now.

“I want to be with you, Y/N. And not just for sex. Don’t get me wrong, the chemistry we have is… incredible. But this? Us? It’s so much more than that.”

Your chest tightened, and you let out a quiet sigh, unsure how to respond. You’d spent so long keeping your feelings at bay, locking them away in a corner of your heart where they couldn’t hurt you. But now, Kylian was bringing them into the light, forcing you to confront everything you had tried so hard to avoid.

“I know you’re scared,” he said, his voice gentle but firm, his eyes holding yours.

That was the sentence that made you look at him, really look at him. You saw the vulnerability in his eyes, the reflection of your own fears mirrored back at you.

“I know you’re holding yourself back. And you’re right. If we do this for real, it could go wrong. It could get messy, complicated. We might end up in a situation that neither of us can fix.” He was saying everything you’d been afraid to admit, everything you had kept hidden.

“But none of those fears outweigh the fact that I want to call you my girlfriend.”

There it was. The label. The thing that terrified you more than anything else.

Labels were strict, limiting, confining. They carried expectations, and expectations could lead to disappointment. Yet somehow, when Kylian said it, when he looked at you with such sincerity, the idea of being in a committed relationship seemed a little less terrifying.

He wasn’t finished. “I want more with you. I want you to stay over without me having to come up with stupid excuses. I want to buy you gifts just to see you smile. I want to cancel plans because I’d rather be with you than with anyone else. I want to plan my life knowing you’ll be a part of it.” His voice was filled with emotion, raw and honest. “And I want to love you. Not just for your body, but for everything that makes you, you.”

His confession hung in the air, heavy with the weight of everything it carried. It was a tough moment for you. Every fear, every doubt you had wrestled with for so long was still there, whispering in the back of your mind. But somehow, Kylian made it all seem… easier. His words didn’t make the fears disappear, but they offered a sense of hope you hadn’t expected.

You reached up, cupping his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your palm. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes briefly, as if savoring the connection.

“You’re right,” you said softly, your voice trembling slightly. “I am scared. I’ve been terrified this whole time. But… if there’s anyone I want to face my fears with, it’s you.”

Your words brought a huge smile to his face, a smile so genuine it made your heart swell.

He took your hand in his, lifting it to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles before pulling you into his chest. You rested your head against him, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear.

His heartbeat was fast, matching the rhythm of your own. The irony wasn’t lost on you — you, the one who had insisted on following all the rules, were the one who had broken the most important one. And so had he. You were both rule-breakers now.

But for the first time in a long time, you didn’t care.

[haartemis]

THE ALCHEMY

pairing: kylian mbappe x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: swearing, mentions of mental illness

summary: working at real madrid is a dream come true— until kylian mbappe, football's biggest star and the last person you ever want to see, joins the club. as tensions rise between you two and the lines between frustration and fascination blur, you wonder: can you truly resist the man you've sworn to hate?

A/N: based on this request. i know club employee x player is a bit overdone but i had so much fun writing this! let me know if it's worth continuing. pls also share any other thoughts you have in my inbox or in the comments, i love hearing from you guys <3

“it’s almost time!” your boss whisper-yells as he runs into the break room, the sudden interruption jolting you so much you spill coffee from the mug you were holding onto your pristine white shirt. “quick, everyone get ready!”

you set down your mug carefully, looking down at your ruined shirt with a sigh. it was bad enough you had to come in early today for his presentation, but now your daily morning coffee ritual in the break room was ruined – all for real madrid’s newest galactico.

after doing his medical exams, touring the training facilities and meeting his new teammates, kylian mbappe apparently insisted that he see the club offices before his stadium presentation, ‘to meet the employees that he now calls family’. you’d snorted when you read the email announcing his visit, irritated at the fact that you’d have to play nice to the most arrogant, self - absorbed person to ever step foot in madrid.

you figured he’d make a quick stop on the first floor to see the social media team. that was the department the players engaged with the most, anyway.  no way he’d go all the way up to the fourth floor, where the finance department resided. yet, here you are, standing with the rest of the team, facing the door, waiting to be graced by the presence of the best player in the world.

naturally, he’s running late. 

“we have our weekly meeting in 15” you frown, looking at your phone. “what’s taking him so long?”

“forget the weekly meeting. we’ll reschedule” your boss, who loathes postponing anything, waves you off dismissively. he’s unusually smiley today, practically vibrating with excitement. he even has the new mbappe jersey in hand, no doubt to ask for an autograph. you’ve never seen a grown man fanboy this hard; it’s kind of pathetic if you think about it. 

your ears perk up at the sound of commotion outside the double doors, where you can see there’s a small crowd of people forming. the doors swing open a few moments later and in walks the talk of the town, flanked by a couple staff members, what looked like his personal assistant, a small camera crew, and a bodyguard. you can hear the collective intake of breath from the room as soon as he walks in.

“hello, everyone!” he walks to the center of the room, practiced smile plastered on his face. " how's everyone doing? i'm really happy to be here!"

the team immediately erupts into applause at his words. you reluctantly join, rolling your eyes.

he starts shaking hands and exchanging quick hellos as he makes his way further in the room. when he approaches your group, he stops in front of your boss. you can't help but notice how his beige polo shirt and white shorts make him stand out sharply from the dozens of people in the room dressed in bland office attire.

"we-welcome to real madrid!" your boss exclaims, stumbling over his words. you stare at the ground, fighting the urge to laugh.

“thanks, I’m excited to meet all of you,” kylian replies warmly, his gaze shifting to you for a brief moment. “and you are…?”

" y/n l/n, financial analyst" you say, putting on your best fake smile. "pleasure to meet you"

"pleasure is all mine" he murmurs, extending his hand towards you. you shake it, and his grip is surprisingly firm and warm. you maintain eye contact, searching for something in his face.

“sorry, I was wondering if you could sign this?” your boss interrupts, gesturing to his jersey.

"of course" kylian says. you overhear your co-workers gushing over him as he signs the jersey, declarations ranging from "he's more handsome in person" to "i can't believe he's actually here". he has a small smirk playing on his face as he listens, the jerk. of course what he needs is more fodder for his already inflated ego.

after handing your boss his jersey back, he turns back towards you , catching you off guard. “so, how long have you been with the club?”

"two years" you respond. "best workplace in the world, as i'm sure you're going to find out"

"oh, i already know'" he says, shoving his hands into his pockets. "i've been obsessed with this club since i was a little kid"

"really?" you tilt your head skeptically. " you didn't give that impression the past 6 years or so"

silence.

his eyes narrow, and was that an irritated look crossing his face? your heart races when you realize you've struck a nerve. he looks at you– really looks at you for the first time. before, you were just one of many he was obliged to make small talk to for the cameras but now you're the annoying woman who dares to question him.

“it's been a long road, i admit” he says carefully. “but i’m here now, and i’m just really happy”

“the biggest signing bonus we’ve ever given – i'd be surprised if you weren't over the moon” you say drily.

he clears his throat, smile completely faltering for a moment. “money isn’t my motivation”

“sure it isn’t!” you chirp sarcastically.

"no, really. i have plently of that already" he smirks, his gaze lazily dropping down to your chest. "you have a stain on your shirt, by the way”

"can we- shall we all gather for a group photo?" your boss, who was watching the entire exchange with a horrified look on his face, waves everyone over. he shoots you a pained look as he ushers kylian into the center of the group, mouthing a 'what the fuck???' over his shoulder. you grimace as you stand off to the side, arms crossed.

kylian lingers for a little bit after the photos, chatting with eager people, which, let's be honest, is everyone else besides you. a few minutes later his assistant announces that he needs to be on his way to get ready for the stadium presentation, so he makes his rounds again, shaking everyone's hand and saying goodbye individually.

when he approaches you, his smile fades a little. it thrills you to know it takes him more effort to fake his niceties with you.

"it was nice meeting you..." he looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to finish the sentence.

you almost roll your eyes, of course he’s pretending not to remember your name.

“it’s y/n” your boss supplies when you stay silent. he’s grinning,  just glad to be of service to the great kylian mbappe.

“y/n, yes!” kylian’s eyebrows rise in feigned realization. He gives you an exaggerated apologetic shrug, then leans in close, whispering just for you, “sorry, y/n, it’s just that some names are…forgettable.”

"just like some nights are forgettable,” you whisper back “or at least you wish they were, just because they’re so fucking bad.”

he gives you a genuinely confused look, a question in his eyes.

“yeah, i’d block out the memory of lasting one minute too” you smirk. “ I still have your watch, by the way”

his eyes widen so much it’s almost comical. there’s an undeniable look of recognition on his face. oh, he remembers now.

he opens his mouth to say something, but he’s whisked away by his entourage. he's actually running late for his presentation now.

you shake your head as you watch him go. he's exactly as you remember him: all charm on the surface and arrogance underneath.

this is the story of how you come to despise kylian mbappe. it starts off six months before that fateful morning in madrid, in packed nightclub in paris. you're on a weeklong girls' trip, your first time in the city of love. you've done all of the activities on a tourist's checklist: gone sightseeing, had some of the amazing pastries, and of course, taken the mandatory instagram pictures.

on your last night, you and your friend decide to go to some of the most exclusive clubs in the city  – your friend, who does pr for the big fashion houses, has connections that get you past doors.

you're just coming out of a period of depression, something you’ve struggled with throughout your life. after several months of feeling like a grey cloud was hanging over you everywhere you went, you crave some excitement and spontaneity— basically something to remind you you're alive. and so you're a woman on a mission that night: to find a hot man and hook up with him. no strings attached.

it turns out, you don't have to look far. you're on the dance floor of the first club you visit, moving amongst the hot sweaty bodies when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

you turn to find a tall, burly man looking down at you.

“my friend wants to buy you a drink” he says without introduction, pointing up to the vip section where you honestly can’t see anything through a wall of bodyguards.

“okay” you say, smiling. “he can buy me a drink”

there’s an unspoken statement from his end. he wants you to come up

“how old is he?” you ask more out of curiosity than anything else. there’s no way you’re going with him. “and how tall?”

the bodyguard is obviously taken aback. “uh, he’s 25, and…6 feet?”

“6’2 and above only, sorry” you say, giggling as you walk away to your friends who are waiting at the bar.

before long, you find yourself on the dance floor again, pressed up against someone with your back to their front, swaying to the rhythm of the music. You don't even know what they look like, but their body feels strong, solid. when their fingers graze your hips, you flip around, curiosity getting the better of you.

to your credit, your face doesn’t give away the fact that you know this person. that you’re probably one of his biggest fans in the world. that you watch even the most boring of psg games just for him. or that you want him at your club so so badly. no, you’re smart enough to arrange your face into a facade of nonchalance.

the first thing you notice is the smell of dior sauvage, and then the pretty dimples he flashes you when he sees you’re facing him.

“your dimples are pretty” you shout over the loud music. oops. looks like you’re in the ‘speaking without a filter’ stage of being drunk.

“thanks” he says into your ear. “why did you say no to vip? i was hoping you’d come up”

realization hits. oh.

“you’re not 6 feet tall!” you shriek gleefully, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “your bodyguard lied”

"yeah, I'm 5'10" he’s got a look of amused confusion on his face. “not sure why that matters though”

“that’s kind of short for a guy” you say. “you chose the right sport”

he raises his eyebrows, perhaps surprised you recognize him. “let me buy you that drink. and maybe we can talk about something other than my height?”

and so it begins. you spend the next thirty minutes at the bar pretending you both don’t know where this is leading and what you both want. you talk about madrid, how your time in paris is going. you don’t mention your employer, and he doesn’t talk about his impending transfer. he’s surprisingly witty and observant, something you don’t expect from a celebrity, and certainly not a footballer. at one point in the conversation, his hand lands on your thigh and it doesn’t leave. you’re drowning in anticipation, in want.

finally, he suggests you take this somewhere else. somewhere quiet, where you can 'talk more'.

you say yes. soon you’ve said your goodbyes to your friends and you’re in his car, and you don’t even know where you’re going, because you've both dropped all pretenses and are making out in the backseat. he's great at kissing, and even better at making you forget your name as soon as he touches you.

you hesitate for a brief second when you see you’ve arrived at a hotel a few minutes later, but his hand is warm on yours, so you let him lead you inside. everything after this is a blur— you remember the short elevator ride, his room key flashing, his lips immediately finding yours again as soon as the door clicks shut.

inside the room, your kisses grow heated, but they’re sloppy and unfocused. his hands are everywhere, sliding all over your body frantically. you both stumble over to the bed hazily, clothes disappearing off your bodies in the process.

it’s fast. so fast that you don’t realize it’s began until it’s over. afterwards, he collapses against you in a breathless heap, and you can only stare at the ceiling, trying to fend off the crushing weight of disappointment.

you roll him off your body slowly, but he doesn’t protest because he’s already dozed off. the alcohol has dulled your thoughts and your senses, but you can’t shake the creeping sense of hurt. somehow, sleep takes over you as well.

you stir awake a few hours later. the other side of the bed is empty, but you can hear movement from the bathroom. you're rubbing your eyes, groggy, when something catches your attention —his phone, which sits on the bed side table, is unlocked and displaying a text conversation.

don't do it, you think, do NOT do it.

but your hand treacherously reaches out and grabs the phone. you find that it’s a group chat of him and his friends. you skim over the texts quickly, aware that he's just in the other room.

tchaga: Kylian where tf are you???

kylian: with that girl from the club

ous: bro we stopped by your place you weren’t there

kylian: you know I don’t take groupies to my place what if she’s like in love with me

ous: 😭😭

tchaga: was it worth ditching your friends

kylian: I don’t remember a lot tbh. sucks, because I had to pretend I wanted to talk to her for like 30 minutes before we got to the hotel🙄

kylian: think I’ll head out before she wakes up and it gets awkward haha

your stomach immediately starts to churn with a mixture of humiliation and hurt. you're not an idiot, you knew what you signing up for when you left that club with him. a fun, meaningless hookup was what you wanted. but you didn't think it would be this. you're nauseous with disgust— not just at him, but at yourself. he brought you to a hotel, took what he wanted, and now he's laughing about it with his boys. you feel cheap, like he used and discarded you.

the worst part is, you used to like the guy. you were a huge fan of him as a footballer, and maybe even harbored a little crush on him. now you don't even want to see his face ever again.

you put the phone down quickly when you hear the bathroom door creak open, closing your eyes and pretending to sleep. you can hear him as he quietly moves around while he gets dressed. seconds later, you hear the click of the door shutting behind him.

just like that, he's gone.

you're not far behind him, eager to leave the room and the night behind. as you're gathering your things, you spot his watch on the bedside table. in a flash of anger, you stuff it in your purse along with your belongings. you also see he’s left a note, but you throw that into the trash without reading it. then you're out the door.

so, that's the story of how you come to hate kylian mbappe: in one careless, thoughtless night, he crushed the fragile self esteem you managed to rebuild over the past couple months, leaving you feeling smaller than ever. like you're worthless.

and now he's living in the same city as you, playing for the same club you work for. he's got everyone wrapped around his finger, worshipping the ground he walks on. and you? you'll never not despise him, that's for sure. come hell or high water.

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[u6is]

"wish you were here right now"

summary: at a lively yacht party celebrating his team's league win, Kylian ignores the chaos around him, staying on his phone with you—and the conversation quickly takes a steamy turn.

—kylian mbappé x reader: smut (PWP)

"The team are having this yacht trip to celebrate our win." Kylian said, his voice crackling over the phone line, "Would you like to join me?"

But you couldn’t. You had already promised your mom that you’d go on the family trip that had been planned beforehand.

"I'm sorry," you replied, trying to mask the disappointment, "I wish I could be there with you."

The line was silent for a moment before Kylian spoke up, his voice a mix of understanding and a hint of sadness, "It's alright, babe. I get it. You can't miss out on family time. I'll just have to party extra hard for the both of us." He laughed, attempting to lighten the mood.

You knew his teammates—or as he calls them, his "friends"—were probably lining up a night full of partying with female escorts in tow. Still, you trusted your boyfriend wholeheartedly. “Have fun, okay? Congrats again on the win. I’ll see you in a few days,” you said softly over the phone.

The family trip was nice. The sunsets were beautiful, and your mom’s cooking was always a delight.

But Kylian’s texts kept coming in. He sent pictures of the vast ocean and the lavish yacht. He talked about the fancy dinners and the wild parties, he said it wasn’t the same without you.

“Fireworks are set for tonight,” Kylian texted, attaching a shirtless photo of himself, clearly meant to tease you.

You couldn’t help but smile, imagining his playful grin and the way his eyes would light up when he knew he’d won you over.

You quickly typed back, “Sounds exciting.” But as you stared at the photo, you couldn't shake the feeling that Kylian was teasing you on purpose, his abs almost taunting you from the distance between you two.

The thought of him surrounded by those gorgeous women didn’t sit well with you, but you had promised yourself not to be that girlfriend.

“Send me a selfie?” Kylian texted, interrupting your thoughts.

You took a deep breath and stepped outside the balcony of your private hotel room, the cool sea breeze kissing your skin. You quickly snapped a selfie, standing in the sunlight. Your sundress, the one that hugged your body perfectly, flowed gently with the breeze, accentuating your curves. With a playful grin, you tilted your head just enough to catch the light, sending the photo with a casual, natural air, teasing him without even trying.

Kylian’s reply was quick, and you could almost hear the smirk in his words:

"Tu es la plus belle femme que j’aie jamais vue." (You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.)

"That dress is doing more than just looking good on you." His tone was cocky, playful, and definitely hinted at more than just teasing.

You felt a warm blush spread across your cheeks. It was all fun and games until his next message popped up: "I would take that dress off you in the blink of an eye."

As the night went on, the party was in full swing, with his teammates living it up and the escorts they brought along.

Achraf, one of Kylian's best friends and teammates, noticed Kylian hadn’t put his phone down all night. Standing up from the couch with a girl by his side, he walked over to where Kylian was still smiling at his screen.

Achraf gently grabbed Kylian’s phone, and Kylian looked up with a raised eyebrow. "What's up, Hakimi?"

"You’ve been on that thing all night," Achraf said, laughing. "You’re missing all the fun."

"I’m having fun," Kylian replied, still smiling.

"Yeah, fun with your phone," Achraf teased, tossing the phone back to Kylian. "I’ll grab you a drink, but seriously, put the phone down. You’re no fun to the girls."

Kylian just smirked, getting up and following Achraf. As they walked, he quickly typed out a message to you: "I’ll talk to you later, babe."

Kylian wasn’t really a big drinker, but tonight he’d indulge for the celebration. Still, his mind kept drifting back to you in that sundress. He’d saved the photo and found himself glancing at it over and over. There was something about the way you looked in that dress that had his thoughts spinning, intoxicated, not by the alcohol in his hand, but by the image of you.

A few minutes later, with the alcohol starting to take its effect, Kylian found himself reaching for his phone once more. His fingers typed out a message before he could stop himself.

"Can’t stop thinking about you in that dress," he texted, his words slow and a bit more daring than usual.

He stared at the screen for a moment, then added, "Maybe I should come see you sooner than planned."

"You haven’t seen me in my bikinis yet," you replied, adding a pleading face emoji, hoping to make it seem like an innocent tease.

As you hit send, a rush of excitement coursed through you. There was something thrilling about flirting with him like this, especially knowing that despite the many people on the yacht, including all the stunning women around, his attention was completely fixed on you.

Kylian’s reply was teasing and direct: "You’re driving me wild just thinking about it. Don't make me wait."

With a nervous giggle, you stepped into the bathroom, the cool marble floor beneath your feet. You untied the strings of your sundress, letting it drop to the floor. You looked at yourself in the mirror, your heart racing. The bikini was new, a surprise you had packed for when you’d finally get some time alone on the beach. The neon blue of the top contrasted with your tanned skin, and the bottoms hugged your hips perfectly.

You took a deep breath and held your phone up, angling it just right to capture the reflection in the mirror. The camera clicked, and you studied the image for a moment. You looked amazing. You bit your lip, feeling a mix of excitement and naughtiness.

Achraf was talking to him when Kylian’s phone buzzed with a notification. He smirked as he looked at the screen, feeling a surge of heat rush through him. The picture you sent him had definitely stirred something inside, an arousing thrill coursing through him.

Achraf glanced at Kylian, who was smirking with his head down, absorbed in his phone. "You're no fun, Kyks," his teammate remarked, but Kylian didn't hear him, lost in his own thoughts.

He glanced at the picture again, his eyes lingering on your reflection in the mirror. The neon blue bikini was a bold choice and it had definitely paid off. The way the bottoms hugged your hips, it was a sight that made his heart race.

You watched the screen, your heart pounding in your chest, as you waited for Kylian's response. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a thrill of excitement that made your skin tingle. The seconds ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity.

Then, his message appeared. "You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now." It was raw, unfiltered, and incredibly arousing. The words sent a jolt through your body, and you felt your cheeks flush. You couldn't believe he'd said something so explicit, but the desire in his message was undeniable.

You took a step closer to the mirror, the cool air of the cabin brushing against your skin. Your eyes traced the curves captured by the bikini, and you felt your body respond to his words, a warm ache building between your legs.

Kylian's gaze was glued to his phone, his heart racing as he stared at the picture. His shorts began to tent as an erection grew, the fabric straining against his hardened cock. He shifted uncomfortably, the pressure increasing with each passing moment.

Amidst the laughter and chatter of his teammates, he couldn't ignore the ache in his pants. It was like a silent symphony playing only for him, a sweet torture that grew with every glance at your bikini-clad reflection.

Kylian excused himself, "I'll catch up with you later, mec," he says, struggling to keep his voice steady, thick with longing, and retreated to the cabin he had booked for privacy. The door clicked shut behind him, muffling the outside world.

He looked down at the bulge, a silent testament to his desire, and groaned. The shorts felt like a prison around his throbbing cock.

His phone chimed once more, a message from you lighting up the screen. "Your turn," you texted. "I want to see you."

Kylian didn’t waste a second. He sat on the edge of the plush bed in his cabin, the soft white sheets a stark contrast to his tanned skin. He looked down at the bulge in his shorts, his pulse quickening. With a devilish smirk, he unbuttoned his shorts, letting them fall to his knees, his cock springing free.

He took a moment to appreciate the sight before him. It was thick and hard, standing proudly against his abs. The tip was flushed a darker shade of pink, begging for attention. Kylian’s hand wrapped around it, stroking it gently. He took a deep breath, feeling the headiness of his desire for you.

With a grin, he held the phone in one hand and began to stroke himself with the other. The camera captured every inch of him, the way his hand moved up and down his shaft, the way his abs tightened with each stroke. He knew you'd love watching him, the same way he craved seeing you in your bikini.

The room grew hazy with his building arousal, the scent of saltwater and cologne filling his nostrils. The sound of the waves outside was a gentle serenade to his own escalating rhythm, the stroke of his hand against his skin echoing in the quiet cabin.

He sent the video, his heart pounding as he awaited your response.

It took you a moment to process the video. Kylian, your sweet, loving boyfriend, was masturbating for you. The sight of him, so raw and vulnerable, made your core throb with desire. You watched him stroke his cock and you realized you had never wanted him more.

Your hands shake as you place your phone on the counter, pressing the record button. Your eyes remained glued to the screen as you reached behind and untied the strings of your bikini top, letting it fall to the floor. Your breasts bounced freely, the cool air of the room teasing your already hardened nipples.

You stepped closer to the phone, your heart racing as you slid your hand down the front of your bikini bottoms. You felt the wetness of your desire, and a soft moan slipped from your lips as your fingers grazed your clit.

As his phone chimed once more, Kylian watched the video you had sent in response. His eyes locked onto your every move. The sound of your breathing grew heavier, the sight of your hand disappearing beneath the fabric of your bikini driving him wild. He stroked his cock faster, his thumb swiping over the pre-cum that had gathered at the tip.

He couldn't help himself—his need to hear your voice was too strong. With one hand still wrapped around his shaft, he called you with the other. He facetimed you amidst the noise of the party, his teammates cheering and music blasting in the background. The line connected, and your face appeared on his screen, illuminated softly by the warm glow of your bathroom. "I'm so fucking hard for you right now," he growled into the phone.

Your breath hitched when you heard the raw desire in Kylian's voice. The sound of the waves outside the cabin grew distant as you focused on the sensation of your fingers playing with your clit, tracing delicate circles as you watched him stroke himself in the camera. "Oh, baby," you moaned, "me too."

"Take those bottoms off," Kylian ordered, his voice thick with lust. "I want to see all of you."

Your hands trembled as you hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your bikini bottoms. You pulled them down slowly, your pussy exposed to the cool air. Your phone was propped up on the sink, the camera clearly capturing you as you stood right in front of it. Kylian's eyes were glued to the screen, his breaths coming in quick, shallow pants.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he murmured, his hand moving faster on his cock.

The sound of his voice, the sight of him stroking himself, it all sent you spiraling into a frenzy. You stepped closer to the sink, spreading your legs apart for the camera, giving Kylian the full view of your aroused pussy.

"Oh, baby," Kylian murmured, his voice thick with lust, "you're so fucking wet for me." His hand moved faster, the slick sound of his hand against his cock echoing in your ear.

From your perspective, everything is cloaked in darkness, as if he's in a private space, alone with his desire. The only sounds are his groans and the strokes of his hand on his cock. You feel entirely exposed for him, and it gives you the confidence you need.

You could feel yourself getting wetter just hearing him. You slid two fingers inside yourself, the sensation making your toes curl. "Kylian," you gasped, your voice a needy whisper, "I want you so bad."

"Fuck, me too, baby," he groaned, the sound of his hand moving up and down his cock a sweet symphony to your ears. "I wish I could be there to taste you."

Eventually, you notice it, Kylian’s eyes were hooded with desire as he watched you touch yourself. He took a deep, shaky breath, then spoke in a commanding tone that sent shivers down your spine. "Add another finger inside of you, baby."

Your body responding to his voice. The feel of your three fingers sliding in and out of your wetness was heavenly. "Just like that," Kylian instructed, his breathing becoming more ragged. "Imagine it's my cock, pumping deep inside of you, making you moan like you do when we're together."

You closed your eyes, the image of Kylian fucking you playing in your mind like a steamy home-made video. The sounds you made were pure, raw desire, echoing like a melody of forbidden passion.

"Turn around for me baby," Kylian's voice was a command, yet it held an undertone of longing, the kind that made your knees weak and your pussy clench with anticipation. You obeyed, feeling a thrill at the thought of him watching you so intimately despite the miles between you. You turned around, the soft curve of your ass on full display.

Your free hand reached out to the wall for balance as you began to finger yourself, the other hand buried deep inside your pussy. The sensation was exquisite, a delicious mix of pleasure and vulnerability that had you gasping for air.

You arched your back. The sensation was surprisingly erotic, and you couldn’t help but tip your hips back, pushing your ass towards the camera.

"That's it," Kylian's voice was strained, his need for you palpable through the phone. "Now, touch your clit. Slowly."

You shifted your other hand from the wall to your clit. You took a shaky breath, your heart racing at his command. Your fingertips grazing the swollen bud of your clit. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, feeling your arousal spike.

He watched as your other delicate fingers move in and out, his gaze intense as he tried to mimic your motions with his own hands, imagining it was his cock instead

Kylian watched, his breath hitching as he stroked his cock in time with your movements. "Fuck, baby, your ass looks so good," he murmured, his eyes never leaving the screen. "I can't wait to fuck you again."

Your ass and legs began to tremble, the tension in your body building with every stroke. You could feel your orgasm approaching, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to crash over you. "Kylian," you gasped, your voice trembling as much as your body, "I'm going to cum."

His groans grew louder, his strokes faster, "Do it, baby. Cum for me."

With trembling legs, you began to slap your pussy, trying to hold back the impending orgasm. Your other hand clamped over your mouth, desperately trying to muffle the sounds escaping you, your body trembling with unrestrained pleasure.

The stinging sensation mixed with the pleasure of your fingering was overwhelming. Each slap echoed through the quiet room, a rhythmic punctuation to Kylian's strokes and your gasps.

You slid a finger again, feeling your cum ooze. The sight was so erotic, so raw, that you couldn't help but look at the camera behind you, a tired smile playing on your lips. You knew Kylian was watching, his eyes devouring every inch of your exposed flesh, and the thought made you hotter.

"Putain bébé, t'es tellement sexy," (Fuck baby, you're so sexy)

Kylian's voice was a hoarse whisper, the sound of his hand still working his cock in the background.

His hand move faster, his strokes becoming more erratic. The tension in his body was palpable, his muscles tightening with every second that passed. And then, with a loud groan, he came.

Kylian's cum shot out in thick ropes, splattering against his abs and stomach. The sight was mesmerizing, a beautiful mess of white and your desire. He painted himself with his release, his hand moving in slow, lazy circles, smearing it across his skin.

"Oh, fuck," he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours, "That was incredible."

You watched him through the phone screen, panting and flushed, the aftershocks of your orgasm still rippling through your body. You couldn't believe what had just happened—how you'd both given into the moment, separated by miles of ocean yet feeling closer than ever.

He took a picture, capturing his cum-covered abs and his still-hard cock. He sent it to you without a word, and you stared at the image, a strange mix of satisfaction and longing filling you. The stark white of his cum against his tanned skin was a powerful visual, a testament to the intensity of his desire for you.

With your own arousal still pulsing through you, you pulled your bikini bottoms back up, feeling the sticky wetness of your cum against your skin. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of naughtiness as you adjusted the panties. They felt like a secret, a deliciously dirty little part of you that Kylian had unlocked from afar.

"I want to fuck you, baby," Kylian's voice was a low rumble, the sound of his need resonating through your body. You could feel your pussy clench at the words, the desire for him to fill you up so intense it was almost painful.

"I want that too," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "So much."

The line went quiet again, the only sound the distant laughter from outside the cabin and the steady beat of your own heart. You felt a sense of longing, a deep ache that no amount of self-pleasure could ever truly fill.

"I miss you," Kylian finally said, his voice softer now, the passionate haze of his orgasm giving way to a tender vulnerability.

You grabbed your sundress from the floor and slipped it on, your legs still trembling from what had just happened.

You felt your own heart swell at his words, the distance between you suddenly feeling like a tangible void that needed to be filled. "Me too," you murmured, leaning against the sink, the coolness of the marble a stark contrast to the heat of your skin.

Kylian took a deep, shaky breath, then stood up from the bed. He reached for a towel, wiping the last remnants of his pleasure from his stomach and cock. His erection began to subside, the need momentarily sated by the intense orgasm he'd just had. He pulled his shorts back on, his cock still half-hard, the fabric clinging to his skin like a second layer.

As he buttoned them up, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness that it wasn't your hand touching him.

"I'll be home soon," Kylian promised, his voice still thick with lust. "And when I do, I'm going to fuck you like it's the last time we'll ever be together."

The words hung in the air, heavy with desire and promise. You felt a shiver run down your spine, a thrill that was both terrifying and incredibly exciting. "I'll be waiting," you murmured, your voice a mere whisper of a promise.

Exhaustion enveloped your body as you whispered that you’d call him by morning, and with shared "I love yous," the call ended.

Kylian remained in a euphoric haze, as he stepped out of his cabin, he tried to mask the storm within. But his mind raced with the memory of your sounds, your body.

He found Achraf and walked over to him.

"There you are, the best player in the world," his teammate joked, his voice thick with drunken cheer as he raised his cup in a toast.

That night, Kylian felt like a God, basking in the praise of his teammates. Yet, his thoughts were consumed by the longing to return to you, to worship you—his Goddess.

note: ngl, that leaked convo from when he was still at Monaco..man’s a freak 😭 this fic gives off “I’m doing it, are you?” meme LMAOOO bye 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

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Thinking about Trent Alexander Arnold coming home from a particularly exhausting game. Keeping your relationship private you settle with supporting him from the comfort of his home, wearing his jersey of course.

He wasn’t sure if it was because the image of having you arched on all fours last night that kept popping in his head. Or you prancing around his home wearing his jersey with the tiniest shorts on the planet. Either way he was hardly able to concentrate in the game.

He always came straight home to you after games, but tonight he was doing 60 in a 35 zone. Eager couldn’t even describe how much his desire was for you. When he finally made his way through the house, looking for you and finding you sprawled on the couch still wearing the jersey.

Grabbing your ankle and dragging you closer to him. Feeling his large body pressed against you, you feel his erection on the outside of your leg “Need it now love, don’t mind if I play rough with you right?”