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

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 17

Although Kylian and Giselle still chose to navigate the waters of their connection without a title, they acted just as any couple would.

After arriving in Paris the afternoon before, Kylian had Giselle accompany him as he sat in a Parisian hotel room and addressed the French media ahead of meeting his teammates for the national team in a few days' time.

Wherever he was, he wanted Giselle there, and wherever she was, that’s where he wanted to be.

Despite the lack of clarity over their situation, as they sat across from Elise and Juels, there was no denying that what they were currently in the midst of was, by definition, a double date.

While they addressed each other as ‘friends,’ the picture that Elise had taken revealed so much more than that, Kylian tucked his face into the crease of Giselle's neck, his lips curving into a smirk against her as she tucked under his stubbled chin, holding him in place as she bit her bottom lip, gazing into the camera.

“This picture is so sexy!” Elise gushed as she turned the screen toward Kylian and Giselle to show them the photograph. “If it gets posted on Instagram, I need photography credits.”

“Instagram is the very last place I want this picture to end up.” Giselle laughed as she took back her phone while Kylian kept his face tucked into her warm, fragrant neck.

Kylian wasn't just anybody. As humble and down to earth as he tried to remain to the world, he was more than just a man. With that ideology came the surveillance of his moves on and off the football pitch.

Giselle's heart fluttered as Kylian's breath tickled her neck, his stubble grazing her skin and sending shivers down her spine. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, pressing against her most enticingly. The way he held her, possessive yet tender, made her feel cherished.

“How long are you guys going to lie?” Elise asked, making Juels laugh as they sat across from Kylian and Giselle.

“Lie about what?” Kylian asked, feigning innocence as he pulled away slightly to meet Giselle’s gaze. The playful glint in his eyes hinted at the undeniable chemistry swirling silently between them.

Elise rolled her eyes dramatically, her enthusiasm barely contained. “Come on! This is more than sex!” she said bluntly, her finger pointing back and forth between them, taking advantage of the fact that they were tucked away in a private room in one of the most renowned Italian restaurants in Paris.

Giselle swallowed hard, her pulse quickening as she felt the weight of Elise's words. The restaurant buzzed around them, but in that moment, it faded away, leaving only the tension hanging in the air between her and Kylian. They were 'friends'—that’s what they told themselves, yet the intimacy shared in the photograph spoke volumes that their lips had yet to utter.

"Kylian and I are just... close," Giselle replied, her voice steadier than she felt, yet she couldn't hide the warmth creeping up her neck.

“Close? Is that what you call it?” Elise asked, unable to contain her smirk.

Giselle met Kylian's gaze, and for a heartbeat, the world beyond their little bubble faded once more. His dark eyes sparkled with mischief, and the corners of his mouth quirked in a way that made her stomach flutter. “Yes, just close,” she repeated, but her voice wavered, betraying her uncertainty.

“Close,” Elise repeated, her response cut short as their waiters entered the room with their dishes in hand.

Kylian sat up, pulling his face from Giselle's neck as the door swung open. He placed his hand on her thigh as each of their meals was set down in front of them.

“We’re close,” he murmured into her ear as he reached for his fork, and the room fell into a comfortable silence as dinner got underway.

The aromas of pastas and sauces filled the air, but Giselle's attention was entirely focused on the warmth of Kylian’s hand on her thigh, the way his thumb gently caressed her skin, sending exhilarating sparks of electricity along her leg. She glanced at him sideways, and the way he caught her gaze sent her heart racing. There was an unspoken language between them, one that thrived in glances, brief touches, and the lingering intimacy of their shared moments.

As the conversation flowed around them, with Elise and Juels animatedly discussing their plans for the next day, Giselle barely heard a word. Instead, she was completely captivated by Kylian—his intense focus as he spoke, the way his lips curled into a smile, and the subtle confidence that radiated from him. Each time he squeezed her thigh slightly, she felt as though he was tethering her to him, grounding her amidst the chaos of the world outside.

“You should try this,” Kylian said, tilting his plate toward her. “It's good.”

Giselle looked down at the dish he was offering, but the warmth of his hand, lingering just above her knee, kept her captivated. “I’m sure it is, but I’m okay,” she blushed, aware of the fact she was being watched closely by their friends.

“Giselle, I asked you a question,” Elise teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Don’t think you can ignore me just because you’re lost in Kylian’s eyes.”

Kylian chuckled, his gaze flicking between Giselle and Elise, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Are you lost in my eyes?” he teased.

Giselle felt her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink as Kylian's words hung in the air, his playful tone sending a shiver down her spine. She glanced away, trying to hide her smile, but the corners of her mouth betrayed her amusement.

"I am not," she laughed, her voice slightly breathy. But the smile on her face gave her away, and the warmth from Kylian's hand on her thigh felt like a gentle flame that threatened to ignite.

“Oh, please,” Elise scoffed, dramatically rolling her eyes. “You are, and that's okay,” she winked teasingly, picking up her glass of wine and bringing it to her lips.

“Are you excited to be back with Le blues?” Juels asked Kylian, a knowing smirk on his face as he purposefully took the reigns from his fiance and changed the topic of conversation.

Kylian had been away from International duties for the better part of a year, during which time he had been shrouded in speculation and criticism. His return to the team was one that had been anticipated for months, and while Juels was excited as a fan and as a friend, he cared so much more about Kylian as a person.

Juels and Kylian had met in their teen years and been good friends ever since, as adults they were business partners and occasionally butted heads over their ambitions, but their bond always remained strong.

“Excited? Definitely,” Kylian replied, with a hint of seriousness that contrasted the lighthearted banter swirling around the table. “It feels good to finally be back home playing for my country.”

Giselle admired the passion in his eyes as he spoke of his love for football, a fire that always drew her closer to him.

As she sat and watched Kylian, Elise sat silently watching her. The way her friend's eyes sparkled with admiration for Kylian was unmistakable.

Once dinner ended, the atmosphere in the room shifted, noticeably more relaxed, as the plates were cleared away and laughter bubbled back to the surface. The intimate setting of the restaurant, with dim lights casting a warm glow around the table, added an undeniable layer of charm to the evening.

Elise leaned in closer to Juels, clearly pleased by the chemistry unfolding before her eyes, while Kylian and Giselle shared fleeting glances that spoke volumes.

“Are you guys still coming out with us?” she asked, her voice laced with excitement.

Kylian gave a slight nod, his gaze shifting from Giselle to Elise. "Of course, we wouldn't miss it," he said smoothly, his voice low and rich.

"Good," Elise replied, her enthusiasm palpable.

After dinner, they had made plans to stop by a party being held by a mutual friend, but after watching Giselle and Kylian hold back from one another for the entire evening, she felt the need to confirm their attendance.

As they left the restaurant, the cool Parisian air wrapped around them. The streets were alive with the hum of laughter and everyday life as they quickly made their way into the awaiting chauffeur-driven car.

Their evening so far had been nothing short of amazing, but much like most good things, it had to end.

Rosalie didn't hate Kylian, but to see him out in the open with a woman that wasn't her was bruising to the ego.

Kylian met her at a peculiar time in her life. She was confused about where her marriage was heading, and that confusion led her to make a decision that cost her everything.

Upon entering into an affair with Kylian, who still played football in Paris at the time, she minised her marriage and reduced it to nothing more than a situation she wanted out of.

However, when her husband came to realize he was being cheated on, it was he who filed for custody of their two younger daughters and subsequently divorced the ex-model.

Rosalie kept a low profile as she sat and drank alone in the upscale Parisian bar; however, when she saw that the woman Kylian had arrived with parted from their group and headed toward the bathroom, she took her chance to strike.

She didn't know what she was going to say to the young woman whose striking features felt oddly familiar, but she felt venomous as she trailed behind her into the bathroom and waited patiently as she used the toilet.

As Giselle finished her business and exited the stall, she was momentarily startled to find Rosalie waiting for her, leaning casually against the sink as if she belonged there. The tension in the air was thick, charged with an unspoken animosity that sent a chill down Giselle's spine.

“Kylian is an interesting man,” Rosalie said, her voice smooth but laced with a barely concealed edge. There was a glimmer in her eye that made Giselle feel like prey, and she instinctively straightened her posture.

Giselle swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composure. "Excuse me?”

Rosalie smirked as she took a step closer, the echo of her heels on the marble floor slicing through the silence. “Kylian…that is who you are here with, right?”

“That is none of your concern,” Giselle replied, her voice firmer than she felt, strengthen by the protective instinct that flared within her. Her heart raced, a mix of adrenaline and uncertainty coursing through her veins.

“Oh, but it is,” Rosalie said, that infuriating smirk never leaving her lips as she leaned against the sink with an air of easy confidence. “Consider me a voice of reason.”

“I don't even know who you are,” Giselle countered, her voice trembling slightly despite her effort to stay composed.

Rosalie chuckled, an almost melodic sound that carried an undercurrent of disdain. "You will come to know me soon enough. I've had my share of Kylian’s time, and trust me, he can be quite... charming, but there’s more to him than meets the eye."

“You are not special; you are new and pretty. It won't be long before you're just another girl who thought she was the one.” Rosalie spat.

“Are you speaking from experience?” Giselle asked, her voice soft despite the metaphorical bite it held in its depths.

“I'm speaking as the woman whose marriage he ruined,” Rosalie retorted, her eyes flashing with anger and betrayal. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the dimly lit room, and Giselle could feel the tension crackling between them.

“Is that why you’re so hostile?” Giselle pressed, taking a step closer, her heart racing. “Because you feel threatened?”

Rosalie scoffed, crossing her arms defensively. “Threatened? Hardly. I'm simply trying to protect you from making the same mistakes I did. He loves the chase, sweetling. Once the thrill fades, you’ll be just another trophy in his collection.”

Giselle tilted her head, studying Rosalie's face for signs of pain masked by bravado. “And what do you want? To save me from heartbreak or drag me down with you?”

Rosalie's frown deepened, the vulnerability in her eyes betraying the hard exterior she had built. “I want you to see him for who he is. He isn’t charm and passion; he’s a storm that leaves destruction in his wake.”

The air between them simmered as Giselle felt a strange knot of sympathy and defiance forming in her stomach.

“What makes you so sure?” Giselle challenged, her voice steady despite the tumultuous emotions swirling within her.

“Because if this relationship between you and Kylian happens to be more than two weeks old, he's been fucking both of us,” Rosalie's words hung in the air, heavy with accusations that felt sharp enough to cut through the tension. Giselle's breath caught in her throat as the realization began to seep in, staining the vibrant emotions she had built so carefully around the whirlwind that was Kylian.

“Don’t act naive,” Rosalie continued, her tone shifting from bitter to almost pleading. “He’s a man who thrives on attention, on the thrill of new affection. You’re just a new flavor, that’s all.”

Giselle’s heart raced, a mix of anger and disbelief coursing through her veins. “You don’t know that. You’re just projecting your pain onto me.”

“No,” Rosalie snapped, her voice sharp. “I know him. We don’t just fall for him; we become part of his game. The moment he sees us losing interest, he moves on. He feeds off our emotions, a collector of hearts. And when he’s done? He leaves us shattered.”

Giselle swallowed hard, her heart pounding as Rosalie's words sliced through her bravado like a knife. She had been swept away by Kylian's charm, entranced by the way he made her feel—alive, desired, and unique. But now, in the flickering candlelight, doubt crept in, whispering its cold truths.

“Why should I believe you?” Giselle challenged, though the confidence in her voice quivered. “How do I know you aren't just bitter, trying to sabotage what I have?”

Rosalie stepped forward, her intensity palpable, her vulnerability now bare. “Because I’ve been where you are. I was the pliable one, thinking I could change him, thinking I could be what he needed. I wanted to believe the fairytale he spun—a lover who was solely mine. But the truth is, Kylian sings the same shit to every girl he lays his eyes on.”

“You are not special, and Kylian will never care about anyone more than he cares about himself,” she continued, watching as the confidence Giselle once wore began to crumble as her words took effect.

The room felt smaller, the air thick with the weight of Rosalie's revelations. Giselle's heart raced, caught in a tempest of confusion and intrigue—cheap fireworks that sparkled brightly momentarily before leaving only smoke in their wake. Her mind flickered to Kylian's laugh, the way he had leaned in close to whisper secrets that felt only for her. Was it all part of the act?

“I wanted to be special, too,” Rosalie continued, her voice softer now as she stared at the flickering candle flame, the soft glow reflecting the storm in her own eyes. “I wanted him to choose me, to be the one he’d fight for. But the deeper I fell, the more lost I became in his shadow. It was intoxicating, yes, but it always left me craving more—more affection, more validation, more everything… until it was too late.”

Giselle hesitated. The warmth that Kylian had wrapped around her was beginning to feel like chains instead of a comforting hug. “But what if he’s different with me?” she asked, her tone now uncertain, a sliver of hope battling the creeping doubt.

Rosalie’s gaze snapped back to Giselle, fierce and unyielding. “That’s the illusion he creates. He makes you believe that there’s a spark, that you’re the one who ignites his fire. But that fire is just for show—it’s never about you. It’s about him, about the thrill of being desired and the rush of seduction.”

Giselle’s heart fluttered in her chest, her hands growing clammy as her eyes prickled with tears. This was it, the other shoe she had been waiting with bated breath to drop.

Kylian was too good to be true.

The bathroom door pushed open to reveal Elise, the smile dropping from her face as she walked into the midst of Rosalie’s confession.

As someone who knew the ins and outs of the city’s in-crowd, Elise knew of Rosalie’s previous fling with Kylian and the mess that had followed. The air was thick with unspoken words, and her instinct was to pull back, to avert her gaze from the brewing confrontation, but she pressed on, knowing she couldn't ignore the storm that swirled before her.

“Is there trouble?” Elise asked lightly, though her eyes darted between Rosalie's fierce stance and Giselle’s pale face, recognizing a pivotal moment unfolding.

Rosalie’s expression softened slightly, her defensiveness ebbing as she crossed arms over her chest, revealing a hint of vulnerability in her posture. “Just a little reality check,” she replied, her voice steady but weary. “Giselle is under the impression that Kylian is something special.”

Elise’s brows knit together. “And you’re trying to convince her otherwise?”

“I’m trying to save her heart,” Rosalie shot back, the intensity still present but now laced with a touch of desperation. “You know how he is, Elise. You’ve seen it. He charms every girl and leaves them shattered. I don’t want that for her.”

“Rosalie, stop!” Elise interrupted, her tone sharp.

“Elise, it's fine. I just want to leave.” Giselle interjected softly, her voice quaking with uncertainty. The weight of the conversation hung heavy in the room, and she felt her resolve crumbling under the harsh light of Rosalie’s revelations and Elise’s concerned gaze.

“No, you shouldn’t go,” Elise insisted, stepping forward into the charged atmosphere. “Please, Giselle. Let me get Kylian; you should hear his side of things.”

“Elise, please. I don't want to hear anything; I just need to leave,” Giselle said, willing herself not to crack in the presence of Kylian’s past.

She had no fight left in her, not enough to continue arguing with Rosalie or even hearing what Kylian had to say for himself. She wanted out.

“Elise, this isn’t just some misunderstanding,” Rosalie’s voice carried an edge, a fierce protectiveness that bristled in the air. “This is about knowing the truth. She deserves to make an informed choice about Kylian, not fall for the same trap I did.”

Giselle could feel the tightness in her throat, a mixture of shame and confusion tugging at her insides. She had been enchanted, caught in a whirlwind of fleeting moments and intoxicating feelings, but now the fantasy felt as fragile as glass.

“Shut the fuck up!” Elise roared, her voice laced with anger; taking Giselle’s hand into hers, she led her out of the bathroom and towards the exit of the private bar, using her free hand to order a cab.

Back inside, feeling triumphant with her handy work, Rosalie made her way to the bar to order herself a glass of wine before going in search of Kylian, who was blissfully unaware of the chaos that had just erupted in the private bar.

As Rosalie sipped from her glass, she couldn’t help but feel a wave of satisfaction. In truth, she hadn't seen or heard from Kylian in months, not after her divorce was finalized or her ex-husband kicked her out of their family home.

But seeing him with someone he so clearly claimed conjured something sinister inside her.

Rosalie's lips twisted into a smirk as she twirled the deep red wine around her glass and approached an unsuspecting Kylian, who stood with his back to her.

“Hey there, Kylian,” she called out, her voice dripping with faux sweetness. He turned at the sound, his charming smile instantly brightening his chiseled features.

“Rosalie,” he greeted, feigning surprise. “It’s been a while.” His tone was light, casual, completely unsuspecting, masking the tension in the air.

She stepped closer, relishing the way he flinched at the sight of her. “Has it? I suppose you’ve been too busy charming the next unsuspecting girl to notice.”

The neutral expression Kylian wore quicky transformed into a look of worry as he glanced around the room failing to see Giselle among the rest of the guest.

“What did you do?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave as concern edged into his features. The playful demeanor he wore melted away under the weight of Rosalie's accusatory gaze.

“What do you think I did, Kylian?” she challenged, stepping closer until the warmth of their bodies almost touched. “I just gave her a little reality check. You know, a warning about your charming ways and your marvelous knack for collecting hearts.”

“I don't know what you're talking about,” he replied, but there was a flicker of unease in his eyes.

“You were able to put fucking someone's wife and ruining their marriage out of your mind so quickly?” she asked growing offended.

Without another word, Kylian roughly took hold of Rosalie’s wrist, briskly walking into the hallway where a dim light flickered overhead, creating an almost surreal ambiance. The chatter from the private bar faded into the background as they stepped away from the prying ears.

“Let go of me,” Rosalie snapped, pulling against his grip, but he tightened his hold.

“You need to listen,” he insisted, his voice low and urgent, a stark contrast to the light banter they once shared. “You don’t understand what you’re doing.”

“Oh, I understand perfectly,” she shot back with a fierce glare. “I’m exposing the truth. You’ve played your games for long enough, Kylian. It’s time someone stood up to you.”

“Is that what you think this is?” he asked incredulously, his eyes narrowing. “A game? Rosalie, you were fucking me while you had a husband and children at home,” Kylian spat. “The commitment you believe I owe you is what you should have given to your husband.”

“How dare you!” Rosalie shouted her face red with a mixture of hurt and embarrassment she had ultimately brought.

Kylian's eyes narrowed as he listened to Rosalie's outburst. He stepped closer, his voice low and menacing. "How dare I? How dare you, you fucking hypocrite. You're the one who was riding my cock while your husband and kids were at home. You're the one who broke your vows, not me."

He stepped towards her, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him. "You think you deserve my commitment? After everything you've done? Do you think I’d choose you over Giselle or anyone else? A woman who was willing to break her vows without thinking about her family.”

Kylian knew he was cutting into Rosalie; he knew his words were harsh, but Rosalie’s feelings didn't matter, especially not when she had caused the current rift between him and Giselle intentionally because of her own bitterness.

Rosalie's eyes welled up with tears as Kylian's harsh words sank in. She tried to pull away from his grip, but he held firm. "Please, Kylian," she pleaded, her voice trembling. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you or Giselle. I was just... angry."

Kylian scoffed, releasing her chin and taking a step back. "Angry? You think anger gives you the right to interfere in my life? To try and manipulate Giselle?" He shook his head in disgust. "You're pathetic, Rosalie. I never took you for someone who'd stoop so low."

With that, Kylian turned on his heel and left Rosalie alone in the vacant hallway. He then made his way back into the lounge, where everyone else congregated, completely unaware of the tension.

“Elise took Giselle home with her,” Juels explained to Kylian. “She sent me a message,” he continued.

Kylian's jaw clenched as he listened to Juels, his fists balling at his sides. Giselle had left without even speaking to him. Without giving him a chance to explain or defend himself against Rosalie's lies. The thought of her hurting and blaming him made his chest ache.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He needed to talk to Giselle, to make her understand the truth. But he knew Elise wouldn't let him near her in this state.

"Juels," Kylian said, his voice low and urgent. "I need you to take me to her. I have to talk to Giselle tonight."

Juels hesitated, glancing around the room nervously. "Kylian, man, I don't know if that's a good idea. Giselle... she's really upset."

"I don't give a fuck," Kylian snapped, his patience wearing thin. "I need to see her.”

He felt panicked as he stood in the bar, the low murmur of voices and clinking glasses doing nothing to calm his racing heart. Across the room, Rosalie quickly made her way toward the bar's exit, her face reddened from the tears she’d shed as a result of Kylian's harsh words.

Kylian's heart raced as he watched Rosalie leave, her shoulders slumped in defeat. He knew his words had been harsh, but the thought of Giselle believing those lies made his blood boil. Without hesitation, he turned to Juels, his eyes blazing with determination.

"Let's go," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Juels sighed, knowing there was no stopping Kylian when he was like this. "Alright, alright. But you have to promise me you'll keep your cool, okay? The last thing you guys need is more drama."

Kylian nodded, his jaw clenched tight. He knew Juels was right, but the thought of seeing Giselle hurt and confused made it difficult to reign in his emotions.

With a curt nod, Kylian followed Juels out of the bar and into the cool night air. The streets were quiet, the only sound being the distant hum of traffic. As they walked, Kylian's mind raced, replaying the events of the evening and trying to formulate a plan to win Giselle back.

"She's staying at Elise's place tonight," Juels said, breaking the silence.

Kylian nodded, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. He couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled in the pit of his stomach. What if Giselle refused to see him? What if she believed everything Rosalie had said? He didn't even know what Rosalie had said.

As they reached Juels' car, Kylian hesitated before getting in. "Thanks, man," he said, his voice barely audible. "I owe you one."

Juels clapped him on the shoulder, offering a small smile. "Just don't fuck it up, okay? Giselle is a great girl."

“The most perfect,” Kylian corrected.

“My Elise holds that title; that's why she is my fiance,” Juels grinned, teasingly nudging Kylian as they settled into the car. The banter did little to lift the heaviness in Kylian's heart, but he appreciated Juels' attempt to ease the tension.

The drive felt like an eternity, each minute stretching longer than the last. Kylian's mind raced with thoughts of Giselle—the way her laughter lit up the room, her hand felt in his, and how she looked at him like he was the only person who mattered in the world. He couldn't bear losing her to Rosalie's manipulative schemes.

As they pulled up to Elise's parents’ house, Kylian's heart started pounding in his chest. ”You’ve got this," Juels offered, sensing Kylian's apprehension.

Kylian nodded, pushing open the car door and stepping out into the cool night air. He took a deep breath, grounding himself before making his way up to the door. The soft glow of lights from the windows cast long shadows across the hallway, amplifying the sense of urgency coursing through him.

He knocked softly at Elise's door, his heart racing as he waited for a response. The door swung open to reveal Elise, her expression a mixture of concern and tiredness.

"Kylian," she said, her voice tinged with worry. "What are you doing here? Giselle wants a little space.”

With a deep breath, Kylian forced himself to remain calm. “I know. But I need to talk to her. Please, just give me a minute.”

Elise narrowed her eyes, weighing her options. “She’s upset, Kylian. The things Rosalie said—”

“I know,” he interrupted, his voice steady and firm. “That’s why I need to talk to her. To explain... everything.”

After a moment's hesitation, Elise sighed and stepped aside. “Alright, fine. Fix it.”

Kylian stepped into the familiar house, his heart racing as he made his way toward the living room. The sight of Giselle sitting on the couch, the dress she wore earlier that evening was replaced by an oversized hoodie and leggings.

The truth with Rosalie was that he had, in fact, slept with her while she was married, but based on what she told him, her marriage had been over for a while with only pieces of paper binding her to her husband legally.

He had heard about her divorce months after their fling had fizzled out, and while he felt bad, he had done nothing wrong in the situation aside from trusting Rosalie.

Kylian explained everything to Giselle, his voice low and unsteady as he recounted his past with Rosalie. Each word was carved with honesty and regret as he stood before her, feeling the weight of each revelation pressing down on him.

“I didn’t know she was married at first,” he began, his gaze locked onto hers, searching for understanding. “When we were together, it felt normal, but I didn’t know the extent of what was happening in her life. By the time I found out, things had already stopped between us. It wasn’t until I saw the fallout—the damage she had caused—that I realized who she really was.”

Giselle remained silent, her eyes mirroring the conflict raging within her. She was torn between the hurtful things Rosalie said and Kylian’s earnestness.

“I care about you, Giselle,” he continued, his voice thick with emotion. “I would never compromise what we have. I would never do anything to hurt you. It… it kills me to think you might believe her.”

Kylian took a tentative step closer, his heart pounding as he reached out to touch her arm. “I don’t want to lose you. You’re not just another name on a list for me; you mean so much more than that.”

“Kylian, I'm scared,” Giselle confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. The vulnerability in her eyes cut through him like glass, unveiling the turmoil that had taken root in her heart ever since Rosalie's stormy revelations.

“I get it,” he replied, his thumb brushing over her skin, an anchor in the tempest. “Everything you’re feeling is valid. But please, believe me when I say she’s not the truth—I am. What I feel for you... it’s real, and I’m here, willing to fight for us.”

“Is it?” she challenged, the slight tremor in her voice betraying her strength as she searched his gaze for the answers she desperately sought. “How can I be sure that we won’t end up hurting?”

He took a breath, determined to bridge the chasm between them. “Because all I want to do is make you happy, Giselle.”

He moved closer, the space between them charged with emotion, a palpable tension hovering like a whisper in the dim light. "I want to show you the kind of respect and admiration you've never known—the kind that doesn’t take from you. What Rosalie said tonight isn't true. Please allow me to show you that.”

Giselle believed him, but the ugly little fears that swirled in the back of her mind made her second-guess her instincts. “What if it doesn’t work?” she murmured, the vulnerability in her voice causing Kylian's chest to tighten.

“I can’t predict the future,” Kylian answered, earnestness painted across his features, “but I can promise to be transparent and genuine. I don’t want to just fade into another fleeting moment of desire—I want a connection that can withstand whatever storms might come our way.”

Giselle searched Kylian's face, looking for signs of deceit, but all she found was unwavering determination. The remnants of doubt began to dissipate, leaving behind a flicker of hope. Kylian stepped closer, his presence enveloping her in warmth and comfort.

“I confess that I’ve made mistakes,” he continued, the weight of his words hanging heavily between them. “But I’ve learned from them. From Rosalie, from my past. I know who I want—who I need—and that’s you. I’m here to prove that to you.”

The distance between them was reduced to mere inches as Kylian's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes deep and searching. “Let me show you,” he whispered, closing the gap between them as he brushed his lips against hers, the touch soft yet electrifying, igniting a spark that sent shivers racing down her spine.

Giselle responded instinctively, melting into the kiss, her heart racing as she battled the remnants of confusion lingering in her mind. In that moment, everything else faded away—the doubts, the fears, and the echoes of Rosalie’s accusations vanished, leaving only the two of them wrapped in warmth and desire.

Kylian’s hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened, transforming from tentative exploration to a passionate embrace. She tasted the mixture of urgency and sincerity on his lips, a promise in every brushed caress that he would always choose her above the rest.

When they finally pulled apart, breathless and wide-eyed, Giselle's heart raced with uncertainty and exhilaration. “What now?” she asked, her voice a mix of hope and caution.

“Now,” Kylian replied, his voice a low rumble, “we take it one day at a time. We talk, we build trust, and we don’t let the past define what we can become together.”

Her heart swelled at his words, the possibility of a future—albeit uncertain but filled with hope—sparking a warmth in her chest. “Do you want this?” she asked, seeking reassurance in the depths of his unwavering gaze.

“I want this,” Kylian replied, his sincerity radiating through the warmth of his gaze. “I’ve never wanted something so much before.”

A mixture of apprehension and excitement danced in Giselle’s chest, thrilling and terrifying her all at once. The ghosts of Rosalie’s warnings still lingered in the corners of her mind, but Kylian’s unwavering presence came above all else, soothing the doubts that had threatened to overwhelm her.

“Okay,” she breathed, her heart pounding as if eager to embrace this leap of faith. “Let’s start fresh. No secrets, no past… just us.”

“Just us,” he echoed, his voice imbued with a promise as he cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing her jawline tenderly.

Kylian leaned in, capturing her lips once again. The kiss igniting yet another spark of undeniable chemistry rolled through her like a wildfire. This time, it felt different—not just a rush of passion but a grounding, building connection. Every brush of his lips against hers sent shivers dancing down her spine, awakening something deep within her she hadn't realized was waiting to be touched.

She surrendered to him willingly, leaning into his frame, feeling safe in his arms as their mouths moved in synchrony—a rhythm that felt both familiar and exhilarating. The doubts began to disperse like mist in the sun, leaving clarity in its wake. With Kylian, she felt alive, seen, and wanted in a way that transcended the superficiality of ephemeral connections.

“Are you spending the night here, or coming home with me?” Kylian asked as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to her forehead as her hands slipped beneath his sweater.

Giselle met his gaze, searching for any flicker of deceit, but all she found was a deep yearning mirrored in his eyes, an intensity that swept away the last remnants of her doubt. “I… I want to be with you,” she confessed.

Kylian's expression softened, his eyes lighting up with a mixture of hope and excitement. “Then let’s do this,” he said, his voice deep and reassuring. He leaned down, capturing her lips again in a sweet kiss that promised new beginnings.

With a gentle tug, he led her toward the door, their fingers intertwined.

“Kylian, I need to get my dress and heels,” Giselle reminded him, glancing back towards the living room where her belongings lay strewn across a couch, remnants of a night that had unexpectedly turned tumultuous.

"Don't worry about that right now," he urged, pulling her closer to his side.

Giselle’s heart fluttered at his words, the mixture of possessiveness and tenderness sending shivers down her spine. But a part of her felt heavy with practicality. “But my things—"

"We'll get everything you want later," Kylian assured her, his voice low and coaxing like honey. "Tonight, it’s just about us. No distractions, no ghosts of the past lurking around. Just us, making our own memories."

She could feel the warmth radiating from him, a comforting presence that wrapped around her like a soft blanket; the chaos of the evening receded into the background.

Kylian led Giselle into the other room where Elise and Juels sat, waiting on the outcome of their conversation, observing the closeness of their bodies and the fact that they were hand in hand.

“All good?” she smiled, holding up her thumbs to them.

“All good,” Giselle confirmed as Kylian pulled her body against his, wrapping his arms around her shoulders as he stood behind her.

“Juels and I were thinking, when Kylian is done with international duty, we should all go and spend a few days at my grandparent's house in Nates; we are thinking about hosting the wedding there,” Elise explained.

Giselle's heart swelled at the thought of spending time away from the chaos, nestled in the serenity of Elise's grandparent's house. It presented an escape, a chance to escape the tension that lingered in the air and to focus on forging new memories with Kylian.

"That sounds amazing," she said, her voice brightening. “I could use a getaway, and I’m sure Kylian would enjoy it too."

Kylian's grip around her tightened as he leaned down, pressing a light kiss against her temple. “I’d love to be somewhere relaxing with you, away from all the drama,” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin, igniting a flurry of butterflies in her stomach.

Elise raised an eyebrow playfully, clearly noticing the chemistry between them. "I promise it will be a drama-free zone.”

Kylian chuckled, his gaze dancing between Elise and Giselle, his lips curving into a playful grin. "Well, how much drama could we avoid with you two around?"

“Oh, please,” Elise said, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. “You are the most dramatic of us all, Kylian.”

The air between Giselle and Kylian held a different kind of tension as they left Elise and Juels. They wanted to be as close as possible despite being in the presence of Kylian's driver.

His hand rested firmly on her backside as she tucked her face beneath his chin, pressing soft kisses against the column of her throat as they drove through the empty streets of Paris.

“I only want you,” Kylian whispered into her ear as his grip on her ass tightened slightly, sending a ripple of desire through her. “You have no idea how much I want you.”

Giselle could feel his warm breath against her skin, and her heart fluttered at his words. She had never imagined this whirlwind romance could lead to something so profound. "I want you, too," she whispered back, relishing the way he made her feel—desired, cherished, and safe.

When Kylian arrived at his house, he wasted no time. He freed Giselle of the clothes she wore before ushering her into the steamy confines of the shower.

They kissed hungrily as the water cascaded down, a curtain of warmth enveloping them. The sound of the water echoed around them, mixing with their soft moans as they melted into the embrace, the world outside forgotten.

Giselle gasped as Kylian's hands roamed her body, exploring every curve, every dip, with a reverent touch that ignited her senses. He pressed her back against the cool tile wall, the contrast of temperatures sending shivers racing through her. “You’re stunning,” he murmured against her lips, his voice deep and husky, as he captured her mouth once more.

Giselle could hardly think straight under the pleasurable assault of his kisses, but the heat building between them was undeniable. As they tangled together, the water slicked their skin, making every touch feel electric. She arched against him, her body responding to his every caress.

Kylian’s hands slipped lower, tracing the curve of her waist, thumbs dancing along the small of her back, trailing lightly until they reached her thighs. "I have wanted you from the beginning," he breathed, his eyes dark with primal need as he met her gaze.

“You have me,” she whispered against his lips before carefully lowing onto her knees, fully submitting to his every desire as his cock hung heavily before her.

Kylian's breath hitched as Giselle's lips parted, her tongue darting out to taste him. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down his spine and causing his grip on her hair to tighten. "Fuck, Giselle," he groaned, his head falling back against the shower wall as she took him deeper.

She moved slowly at first, savoring the feel of him against her tongue, the weight of him filling her mouth. Kylian's hips jerked forward involuntarily, seeking more of her warmth. Giselle responded by taking him deeper, her hands gripping his thighs for support as she began to set a rhythm.

The sight of her on her knees, water dripping down her face and body, was almost too much for Kylian to bear. He tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her movements as she pleasured him. "That's it, baby," he urged, his voice strained with pleasure. "Just like that."

Kylian let out a growl as he rolled his hips into Giselle's mouth, his fingers moving her her hair to slot between hers as he pinned her arms above her head, utterly lust-drunk as she took him into her throat.

Giselle's eyes watered as Kylian's cock hit the back of her throat, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she relaxed her jaw and breathed through her nose, taking him even deeper. The sound of his grunts and moans echoed off the tile walls, spurring her on as she bobbed her head, taking him in and out of her mouth with practiced ease.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so good," Kylian groaned, his hips thrusting shallowly as he fought the urge to fuck her face. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as Giselle's tongue swirled around his shaft.

She could taste the slight saltiness of his precum on her tongue, and it only served to heighten her arousal. She could feel her own arousal dripping down her thighs, the heat between her legs building with each passing second.

As Kylian's grip on Giselle's hair tightened, he felt the familiar tightening in his core, signaling his impending release. "I'm gonna cum," he growled through gritted teeth, giving her one last chance to pull away if she wanted to.

But Giselle didn't, she looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes filled with a devicive mixture of lust and desire, silently urging him to let go. With a final, desperate moan, Kylian's hips jerked forward as he exploded in her mouth, his hot seed filling her mouth and dripping down her chin.

Giselle swallowed every last drop, savoring the taste of him as she gently milked his cock with her lips and tongue, drawing out his pleasure. When he finally pulled back, panting and sated, she licked her lips clean before rising to her feet.

Kylian's chest heaved as he caught his breath, his eyes dark and heavylidded as he gazed down at Giselle. He pulled her flush against him, his hands roaming her curves possessively. "You're incredible," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "I don't think I've ever wanted anyone as much as I want you."

Giselle shivered at his words, her body still tingling from the aftermath of their encounter. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself closer to him. "I want you too," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "More than anything."

Kylian's hands slid down to her ass, squeezing the firm flesh as he lifted her up. Giselle wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she felt his hard length pressing against her core. "Let's continue this in the bedroom," he suggested, his voice low and commanding.

Giselle nodded, her fingers gripping his wet,

muscular flesh as he carried her out of the shower and into the adjoining bedroom.

Kylian laid Giselle down on the plush bed, his body covering hers as he claimed her mouth in a searing kiss. His hands explored her body, caressing every inch of her soft skin as if committing it to memory. Giselle arched into his touch, her own hands roaming over the hard planes of his chest and back.

"Kylian," she breathed, her voice trembling with need. "Please..."

He smiled against her lips, his fingers trailing down her stomach and slipping between her thighs. Giselle gasped as he found her center, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. "Please what, ma chérie?" he murmured, his fingers circling her clit teasingly.

"I need you," she pleaded, her hips lifting off the bed, seeking more of his touch. "Inside me. Now."

Kylian let out a grunt, his control snapping at her words. He positioned himself between her legs, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, filling her completely.

“So perfect,” Kylian groaned as their eyes met.

Giselle let out a cry of pleasure as Kylian entered her, her nails digging into his back. He felt incredible, stretching her, filling her in a way no one else ever had. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper.

Kylian began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm as he thrust into her. The sensation was overwhelming, each movement sending waves of ecstasy crashing through her. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in perfect sync.

"So tight," Kylian gasped, his forehead pressing against hers. "You feel so fucking good, Giselle."

His words spurred her on, and she tightened her legs around him, pulling him even closer. "Harder," she demanded, her voice breathless. "Fuck me harder, Kylian I'm yours."

Kylian's eyes darkened with desire at Giselle's words, a primal growl rumbling in his chest. He gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to pound into her with increased fervor. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with their moans and cries of pleasure.

"Yes, fuck, you're mine," Kylian snarled, his voice strained with exertion and passion. "Say it again, Giselle. Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours," Giselle cried out, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "Only yours, Kylian."

Her words seemed to unleash something within him, and he redoubled his efforts, his hips moving at a frenzied pace.

Giselle could feel the pressure of his thrusts in her stomach, as their eyes met and her jaw went slack. Kylian was all-comsuming as she loved every second of it. Her body was his to ruin.

A mixture of their arousal gathered on root of Kylian's cock as he fucked Giselle, her breathy moans urging him on, a sweet confirmation of how deeply she felt every thrust. The intensity swelled between them, every movement igniting a flame that burned hotter than anything either of them had ever known.

Giselle’s back arched as he hit that perfect spot deep inside her, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her. “Kylian!” she gasped, her fingers clutching at the sheets, feeling the tension building within her.

“Let go for me, baby,” he urged, his voice low and gravelly as he quickened his pace. The rhythm of their bodies became a symphony of passion, a melody that echoed throughout the room, drowning out the outside world.

“I’m so close,” Giselle whispered, her breath coming in desperate gasps as she neared the edge. Kylian’s grip on her hips tightened, his pace relentless as he drove her closer to her climax.

“Just a little more,” he coaxed, his eyes dark with desire as he leaned down to capture her lips once more. The kiss was deep and hungry, a connection that sent shivers of electricity racing between them.

With each thrust, Kylian pushed her higher, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they chased the same goal. “Look into my eyes as you cum for me,” he murmured against her lips, his breath hot against her skin.

Giselle felt the heat pooling in her core, swirling like a tempest as Kylian’s words sank deep into her mind. She locked her gaze onto his, the intensity of his dark eyes igniting a fire within her. The world outside faded away; all that mattered was the two of them, entwined in this moment of raw passion.

“Now, Giselle,” Kylian urged, his voice a thick whisper as he drove into her with fervor. The sensation was overwhelming, the friction sending shockwaves through her body.

With a final thrust, the pressure inside her shattered like glass, sending her spiraling into ecstasy. “Kylian!” she cried, her voice breaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Every nerve in her body tingled, electrified by the intensity of her release.

As her orgasm crashed over her, she felt Kylian’s movements grow frantic, his own release imminent. Just as the aftershocks of her pleasure began to wane, Kylian found his climax, the warmth of his release filling her—a contrast that sent her spiraling back into bliss.

“Giselle!” he groaned, his fingers digging into her flesh as their bodies connected in a primal celebration of desire. The room was filled with the sounds of their labored breaths, the slickness of their bodies against one another testament to their shared passion.

They froze in that moment, lost in the connection that bound them together, both breathing heavily as their hearts raced in sync. Kylian’s forehead pressed against hers, his eyes still searching hers for any hint of uncertainty.

“I am yours…,” he murmured softly, his words a promise that resonated in the fading echoes of their shared ecstasy. Giselle felt a warmth spread through her, a mixture of satisfaction and budding affection that began to weave a deeper bond between them.

“I’m yours too,” she replied breathlessly, the admission slipping out as easily as her heart had surrendered to him.

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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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insidekatmind · 3 months ago

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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.

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emeraldlusts · 1 month ago

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Backless dress - A Kylian Mbappé oneshot

Warning : smut, minors DNI, 18+ only Note : may contain spelling and translating mistakes

Please tell me I'll be able to take that dress off you later on tonight

Your breath hitched as you discreetly read the text you had just received. You sighed and it took everything in you not to search for your boyfriend's eyes in the crowded place.

Kylian and you had been dating for a little over nine months, and it was the first time you found yourselves in the same room at a public event. You had somewhat managed to keep your relationship a secret and you very much wanted to keep it that way. Tonight was risqué. And exhilarating.

Being a young actress still, you were just starting to get used to those award shows. Tonight was the most important one of your career so far as the film you played a supporting role in was nominated for best motion picture. Not only did you know just how hard everyone had worked on this film and hoped it would be rewarded ; but this could also change the entire course of your career, and your life.

Kylian had made it very clear the second he learned about that nomination that he would find a way to be there. He knew you wanted to keep the relationship private, you had been very adamant about that, and he respected that. But being there to support you tonight, even if only from afar, was something that couldn't be negotiated with. And being who he was, it probably just took a 20 seconds phone call to get an invitation.

And so there you were, your skin tingling from feeling his eyes on you as you sat next to your fellow actors, actresses and technicians. You had paid special attention to your outfit, working with the designer in charge of the whole team to find exactly the one outfit that you knew would make it hard for Kylian to keep his distance all night. And it seemed to be working.

Unfortunately not, I have to give it back the second the ceremony ends, it costs a fortune.

You pressed ‘send’ and couldn't resist throwing him what you hoped to be a discreet glance to see his reaction. His brows furrowed slightly but he didn't look up and instead quickly typed his response.

I'll write them a check.

You let out a little laugh at his reply, that was so typical Kylian. Money was obviously not an issue for him and when it came to you, he seemed to be willing to be spending it left, right and centre. It had been a cause for a few of your arguments.

No, you won't. I think you'll like my after-party dress even more anyways, and that one I bought. Just for you.

And you're not ready for what I'll be wearing under either.

Kylian's head shot up as he read your text, and for a second, your eyes met. His were a bit wider than usual and the intensity of his gaze had a blush creeping up your chest and into your cheeks in an instant. That single glance felt like it somewhat sealed a promise for the night to come.

The ceremony started and the room was filled with laughters and applause each time a prize was announced. You chatted away with your costars, catching up with them as you hadn't seen each other in weeks.

The evening went smoothly and way too quickly and before you knew it, it was time for the last award, the best motion picture. Your mouth went dry and you felt your palms getting a little sweaty as the presenter started his speech, naming every nominee before opening up the envelope.

The room erupted in cheers as your mind went blank. You had won ; the movie had won. The whole crew got up and started hugging each other as you stood there, doing the same, trying to register what was happening. You felt tears pool up at your lash line but tried to compose yourself as everyone started walking up to the stage to accept the award. You suddenly realised that you had to walk past Kylian to get there and decided to walk down that side of the aisle, hoping to maybe just be able to subtly brush your hand against his, and have him ground you in the moment, the way he always did.

You quickly looked up to see him standing and clapping, the proudest of smiles on his face and that sight made your heart swell in your chest. You were now fast approaching him and in a bold move that he knew would probably get him into trouble with you later, he lowered his hands to his side, and softly grabbed yours as you walked by, squeezing it two times before letting go.

That gesture went completely unnoticed by everyone else around you but it made your heart beat so fast and so hard you were sure it was going to jump out of your chest.

You stood smiling at the back of the stage as the director and main actors delivered their acceptance speeches, emotion evident in their tone as they thanked the whole team.

The rest of the evening felt like a whirlwind : a few very quick interviews here and there and before you knew it, you were pulled back by your agent to the suite where you were supposed to get out of your ceremonie dress, hand it back over, and then change into your after party outfit.

During the second of privacy you had in that room, right as you were about to slip into your second dress of the night, you decided to snap a shot of your reflection in the mirror, in your lingerie and heels, makeup and hair still done.

Just a sneak peek xx

Kylian felt like he was about to explode. Everything about this night felt so frustrating to him. First of all, seeing you looking so sinfully good for a whole three hours, without being allowed to touch you, kiss you, or even hold your hand felt like torture.

Then seeing you win and walk up that stage took that to a whole new level. He wanted to scream out how proud of you he was, wanted the whole world to know about it, to know you were his. But there again, he could not.

And now you were teasing him with a picture of you, standing in a set of lingerie, pretty sure he'd never seen you in anything that sexy before. To think he'd have to endure yet another hour or so of admiring you from afar, knowing full well what you were wearing under your dress as you'd socialize with complete strangers... He was pretty sure he didn't have the strength for that ; and quite frankly, he was also starting to lose willpower.

Fuck, baby...

We're only staying 30 minutes, not one minute longer.

He took a sip of water and a deep breath before walking into that after party. People immediately came from right and left to shake his hand, say hello, have a chat. It was pretty nice and he usually enjoyed those moments, but tonight, there was only one thing he could focus on, only one thing he wanted.

It felt to him as if the energy of the room shifted the second you walked in, catching his eyes for a brief moment before turning your head to the side and saying hello to someone he didn't know. You were right, he thought, that dress was even better than the first one, it looked flowy but hugged your body perfectly at the same time, the material seemed to hang only by two very thin straps on each of your shoulders. His mouth went dry.

But then you turned around and all the air left his body with one swift swoop of your hair to the side. It was a backless dress. The two straps went all the way down to just above your ass where the same flowy material covered you while highlighting the perfect curve. He could see the dimples just above it from where he stood ; the ones he loved so much ; the ones he so often traced with his tongue during intimate moments.

He felt the blood rush from his face straight to his groin, and he had half a mind to come up to you, suddenly not caring so much whether you had forbidden it or not. You were clearly on a mission to tease him ; and teased he was. You knew you were playing a dangerous game but he was certain you didn't know just how dangerous.

He took his phone out of his pocket as he started plotting his revenge, all the things he'd do to you in just a minute.

I will ruin you, you have no idea what you've just done xx

You didn't have the time to respond before he sent the second text.

It's 20 minutes now, not 30 anymore. Not up for debate.

And you knew just then that you had him exactly where you wanted him. Dominant, in control, and unstoppable.

Ok, but we can't leave together though

You'll leave first and go straight up to your room, I'll be up a minute after. Don't take anything off, not your shoes, not your earrings, nothing. I'll take care of that. You just wait for me, patiently.

You could feel the thrill of the situation coursing through your veins as you read his texts. He was clearly gone and you knew you were in for a memorable night. Not that there was ever a dull one with Kylian.

Your pulse started to quicken with each passing minute and before you knew it, you found yourself trying to breathe calmly in the elevator as it made its way up toward the suite that was yours for the night. You unlocked the door and then closed it behind you, walking to the corner of the room to light up a small lamp, to make the atmosphere a little bit more intimate.

You didn't have the time to do anything else before you heard a small knock at the door. You went to open it, bracing yourself for what was to come. In an instant, Kylian was in the room, immediately closing the door behind him before placing both hands on your hips and pushing you against the door.

"Godamnit, Y/N," he growled before crashing his lips onto yours.

His whole body was flushed against yours and you could feel all of him. His hard chest against your own, pressing against your breasts ; his knees subtly pushing against the inside of your thighs, somehow forcing your legs a little more apart ; and his bulge, pressing into your hips, almost painfully so.

"You're in so much trouble, baby," he informed you, his teeth closing in on your bottom lip and tugging slightly.

"Why, what have I done ?" you managed to breathe out ; "aren't you proud of me tonight ?" you innocently added.

He turned you around in one swift movement, pushing your front to the door and slapping your ass once before putting his lips at your ear.

"Oh don't give me that, you know exactly what you've done and I'll make you apologize for it."

He detached himself from you and with one finger and a featherlight touch, he traced down from the base of your neck down your spine and stopped when he reached the fabric of the dress, making you shiver.

"I'm super proud of you, and I'll tell you all about it once I'm done with you. Count a few hours, angel,"

You moaned at his words, his tone a little lower than usual, his voice thick with desire.

"In the meantime, you're going to be a very good girl for me, yes ? Do as you're told ?"

"Yes," you answered without even thinking. You were craving this at least as much as he was. You wanted that : him to take complete control, to let out his frustration on you, however he wished to.

"Good," he turned you back around and kissed you once more, whispering a single "I love you," before getting back into character and breaking away from you completely.

That was his thing : no matter how intense it would sometimes get in the bedroom, he always had to remind you every now and again that it all was just pure love for you. And each time, that single sentence had you moaning into him, making you even more willing to give him everything he wanted.

He left you there, breathlessly leaning against the door as he slowly made his way into the room, undoing his tie and grabbing an armchair from a corner. He placed it in the middle of the room, and sat down before looking back up at you.

"Come here," he instructed as he leaned back, legs apart.

He had opened the first few buttons of his shirt and he had never looked so good to you. You tried to maintain your composure as you slowly made your way over to him in your heels. You stood in between his legs, waiting for his next move, your lips parted in anticipation.

His hands came to rest on the back of your knees, his touch light as he tantalizingly started trailing them up your legs, reaching under your dress and then grabbing both your asscheeks and giving them a firm squeeze.

Your chest was heaving up and down as you felt your skin burning in the wake of his touch. You could tell now he was going to take his sweet time with you and you didn’t know if you could handle it after all.

“Please,” the single plea left your lips and a small smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

He trailed his fingers up your waist, his eyes locked on your as he found the small zipper of your dress on your left hip. He slowly slid it down and his eyes turned a shade darker as the material pooled at your feet, leaving you in the lingerie you had carefully chosen for the occasion.

It was a black bodysuit, backless, as you wanted it to be invisible under your dress. The front part was rigid and pushed your chest up, making them look as full as they could be. Kylian felt his mouth water at the sight in front of him. His mind was racing fast as he thought about his next move, wanting to savor you in this for as long as he could, he leaned back once more, admiring you for a second.

“Come on, baby, straddle me,” he told you, bringing his own legs together to make it easier for you. The chair was large enough to fit both of you and you took the hand he offered to place one knee on each side of his thighs. You could now feel the heat of his body under yours and smell the remaining of his cologne on his shirt. You wanted nothing more than to run your tongue over the little part of his chest he had exposed. Before you could do anything of that sort though, he fisted one of his hands into your hair and crashed his lips onto yours. His tongue almost immediately entered your mouth and he claimed you completely with just one kiss.

Pushing your body into his, you tried to reciprocate as best as you could, but he was clearly in charge of the kiss and all you could really do was let him subdue you like that.

The heat was becoming nearly unbearable and your panties were pretty much completely soaked by then. You tried to lower yourself down on him, to try and find a contact, initiate a friction that would relieve you a little, but he kept you still by your hair, not letting any control slip away.

You were completely out of breath and insanely horny when he finally pulled away. You were trying to compose yourself a little when you saw the most devilish smile light up his face, making you part your lips instantly.

“Arms behind your back, angel,” he demanded, relishing in the way your eyes shot open just a little bit wider as your legs clenched around his own. “I’m going to drive you crazy, and with what I have in mind, I don’t think you’ll be able to behave yourself, so I’m not taking any risk,” he explained, a fire dancing in his pupils.

You obeyed, your eyes following his every move as he slid his tie behind your back. But instead of tying both your wrists at the small of your back, he slid the tie a little higher up and fastened it just above your elbows. It forced you to arch your back and push your breasts in his face, and it was just uncomfortable enough to make you even hornier, if that was possible.

He then proceeded to slowly push his legs open again, forcing yours to follow on each side of his. With your arms bound behind your back like that, and your legs spread open as far as they could go, you were completely helpless and unable to move, forced to rely fully on him.

“Are you wet already, baby ?” he asked you as he reached his hand in between your legs and started unbuttoning your body. You instinctively pushed your pelvis against his hand, craving his touch there more than anything.

“You already know the answer to that,” you bravely replied and his fingers froze there for a second.

“I do, but I want you to tell me.” His voice was low and commanding, reminding you once more that he was in charge, and that when he asked a question, he wanted an answer.

“I’m so wet, Kylian, please, I need you,” you let out shakily as he uncovered your sex, the warm air of the room doing nothing to soothe your arousal.

You started moaning instantly as he trailed a single digit up and down your folds, collecting some of your arousal on the tip of his index before bringing it up to your lips for you to suck.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” he said, his gaze locked on your face as you sucked on his finger, “I’m going to tease and bring you to the edge over and over again, until you’re dripping down on me. I want to see a stain on my pants.”

You parted your lips in disbelief and his finger slipped out. The look in his eyes was enough to answer your unspoken question. He was serious. And there was nothing you could do about it, not when he had you tied up and unable to move like that. The erection that was so clearly pushing against the zipper of his pants was completely out of reach, meaning you couldn’t even try to persuade him not make this torture last as long he intended to.

“No, please, baby,” you started pleading as his hand found your aching core once more.

And so it started, his skilled fingers working at your pussy with a clear goal in mind. He knew you better than you probably even knew yourself ; he knew when to rub, circle or just brush your clit to make you moan and writhe under his touch. Then when he judged that your tiny bundle of nerves was getting a little too sensitive, he moved his fingers to your entrance, and circled it once or twice before plunging two fingers in, curling them just right, making you chant his name.

You knew you were in deep trouble when he came back to your clit once more. Your skin was on fire and your orgasm was fast approaching ; you were pretty sure even a featherlight touch would push you over the edge at this point. He pushed his thumb against it this time and you gasped, your head falling back. He was observing you closely, he knew your body by heart and he knew you were dangerously close to cuming ; but he didn’t want you to just yet. He wanted to see you break and surrender to him ; handing over your pleasure to his will. He had noticed your arousal starting to drip down the inside of your thighs and there was no way he wasn’t going through with his initial idea.

“You’re almost there baby,” he murmured, encouraging ; “I need you to hold it in for me.”

You whined and felt your body start to fight against your restraints, trying to free yourself so that you could just take matters into your own hands and give yourself what you so desperately needed. You felt Kylians free hand grab your hair at the back of your head and force it back up.

“Look at me, baby,” he instructed ; “I know you can hold it, you’ve done it before,” he reminded you.

He was referring to another wild night during which he had made it his mission to teach you to try and control your own orgasms. He had claimed it was because he wanted to go at it all night long and didn’t want you to get too overstimulated ; but you were pretty sure he just wanted to see you fight against your own pleasure, just because he had asked you to.

The memory of that delicious night did nothing to calm you down as Kylian started moving his thumb in tight, small circles over your clit again.

“N-no, I can’t, Kylian, I’m gonn-”

“Come on, focus for me please, you’re almost there. I swear in a second you’ll be dripping down onto my pants and I’ll give you what you need and more. Just hold it a little longer for me, please.”

And you couldn’t say no to this man, not when he was looking at you like that, his chocolate eyes burning into yours with an intensity that took your breath away. So you tried, tried to focus on his gaze instead of his finger, tried to contract your lower stomach to gain a semblance of control over your own body. It was torture, every muscle in your body was contracted in an attempt to undo everything he was doing with his fingers flicking your clit.

A small smile appeared on his face as he observed you closely. You were being so good for him, doing exactly as you were told even though it was the exact opposite of what you wanted. He was so hard inside his own pants he was sure he was eventually going to rip through the material.

Then he looked down to where your body hovered over his thighs and he saw it, the little string of arousal that had finally reached him. He had kept his promise and now he would have the absolute pleasure of ripping the most intense orgasm out of you.

He brought both his hands to your face and pulled you in for a messy kiss, his teeth closing onto your lips and pulling a few times before pulling away. He trailed his hand slowly down your body, making sure you were following his move before caressing your pussy once more, and then collecting the glistening drop of your juice on his pants.

You gasped and he smirked up at you ; you knew what it meant and you almost came on the spot.

“Are you ready ?”, he cockily asked.

He didn’t give you an opportunity to reply before plunging two fingers past your folds, curling them right up, brushing against the very spot he knew had you seeing stars. The fingers of his other hand found your clit at the same time and started toying with it messily, making it impossible for you to anticipate his next move.

You arched you back and let out a loud whine, taken over by the sensations but unable to focus on any of them specifically. You wanted to grind against his hand but your thighs were kept too far apart to allow that.

“Fuck, baby,” you moaned out.

“That’s it, love, you’ve been so good for me. Let go now,” he encouraged, his movements getting faster.

“I c-can’t, I, too much,” you mumbled incoherently as the knot in the pit of your stomach tightened dangerously.

“Now,” he softly ordered, letting you know just like that that he was still very much in control of your pleasure.

Your orgasm hit you like a tsunami wave. Your abused pussy started clenching around his fingers and he didn’t let up for one second, determined to drag it out as long as he could.

You were seeing stars, your head fell back and your back arched as you lost complete control of it all. The waves of pure pleasure kept coming in and you were a slave to them, unable and unwilling to stop them. They shattered you and took everything you had left after what felt like hours of unrelenting teasing from your boyfriend.

Kylian didn’t let up, once again knowing your body well enough to know you weren’t quite done yet. He started thrusting his fingers in and out, your arousal now dripping down his fingers and into his palm. He lessened the pressure of his thumb against your clit, knowing you were soon going to become too sensitive for that part. Your body spasmed at the same rhythm your walls pulsed around his fingers. His own desire was starting to get to his head and he even considered for a minute freeing his erection and pushing right into you to feel you squeeze him like that.

“Oh my god,” you finally let out in a breath, your eyes still tightly shut.

Kylian finally pulled his fingers out and it probably took you a whole minute to regain your ability to do anything. He put his arms around you and quickly undid the tie that was holding your arms together, before pulling your body into him.

“You okay?” he murmured against your ear, his hand brushing up and down your back in an attempt to soothe you down.

“Gosh, yes,” you replied, your face in the crook of his neck. “I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm that intense before,” you confessed as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He smiled against your skin. There was nothing he loved more than pleasuring you, pushing your limits only to show you just how much more he could give you afterwards.

“That was intense,” he confirmed as his hands dropped to your ass to give it a little squeeze.

It suddenly occurred to you that he was still fully closed and you pulled away from his chest for a second to look at the bulge in his pants. You cocked an eyebrow at him before bringing your fingers to the zipper, a lazy smile pulling at your lips.

He gasped as you freed him and gently wrapped one hand around his rock hard cock. “I need you so bad,” he breathed out before lifting you up into his arms and walking you to the bed, confirming what you already knew : sleep was not on the agenda for that night.

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whorekneecentral · 1 year ago

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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

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 · 2 months ago

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NSFW Alphabet

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Reader

Requested

Word Count: 2.6K

Warning: Smut! (Minors DNI)

Author’s note: little request, hope you like it anon 🩷 also, Kylian deserves it after his gorgeous goal 😌

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Kylian loves to talk after sex, his voice low and soothing as he murmurs sweet nothings about how much you mean to him, often punctuated by soft kisses along your shoulder and jawline. He is always on a euphoric high right after. He becomes incredibly affectionate, showering you with endless compliments about how perfect you are and how much he loves you. His words range from lighthearted teases — "You’re going to ruin me, you know that?” — to sweet whispers like, "You’re everything to me." After making sure you’re cleaned up and cozy, he pulls you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you, and buries his face in your neck.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Kylian is utterly captivated by your body. It’s not just about physical attraction — it’s the way your body feels like home to him. While he adores every inch of you, if he had to choose a favorite, it would undoubtedly be your breasts. He’s absolutely obsessed, whether he’s touching them, kissing them, or simply lying with his head resting on them after a long day. He loves waking up with his hand cupping one of them, a habit he doesn’t even realize he has, and you find it endearing. He often jokes, “It’s instinct at this point,” but you both know there’s no place he’d rather be than as close to you as possible.

As for himself, he takes pride in his arms. He knows how much you love them, from the way you trace their muscles with your fingertips to how you cling to them when he holds you. He loves their strength, not just because they allow him to lift and pin you effortlessly but because they let him hold you securely, making you feel safe. The fact that you’re just as obsessed with his arms as he is only makes him love them more.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Kylian is torn when it comes to where he prefers to finish. Seeing his release dripping from your tits drives him absolutely wild — it’s a sight that lingers in his mind for days and never fails to make him hard all over again. On the other hand, the intimacy of finishing inside you is an entirely different kind of addiction. The way your warmth envelops him is almost overwhelming, and nothing compares to watching his release spill out of you.

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Though he is intensely private, especially about your relationship, there’s a part of him that secretly gets a thrill from the idea of being caught in the act — or at least from the thought of someone overhearing how thoroughly he adores you. It’s not about exhibitionism; it’s more about the excitement of a shared secret. He loves the risk of sneaking off during a party for a heated moment in a quiet corner or the thrill of pressing you against a window where the world outside feels just within reach. Of course, he’s careful not to take it too far, he’s far too protective of you to ever let things get out of control, but that forbidden edge adds an extra layer of excitement that he can’t resist.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Kylian is no stranger to intimacy. In his younger, carefree days, he had his fair share of experiences. While he never lacked confidence in the bedroom, it wasn’t until you that he truly understood the depth of connection that could exist between two people. His past experiences gave him the skills to please you, but it’s the love and care he brings to every moment that makes your intimacy so extraordinary. Kylian is attentive and attuned to your needs, always ensuring that you feel loved, desired, and cherished. He has a way of making you feel like you’re the only person in the world.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Kylian loves to experiment, always open to trying new things depending on the mood, but his go-to favorite will always be missionary. If anyone thinks it’s boring, Kylian would prove them wrong in seconds. He’s mastered the art of making it intimate, passionate, and anything but ordinary. The position allows him to be close to you, his body pressed against yours, letting him focus on every little reaction you have. He loves watching your face, reading every scrunch of your nose, every gasp, and every flutter of your eyelids as he moves. The access to your breasts is another bonus for him — he loves touching and kissing them without losing the rhythm. Meanwhile, you have easy access to his shoulders, gripping them as he works his magic, making it a win-win for both of you. Missionary, in Kylian’s hands, is an art form.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous, etc.)

During sex, he is typically serious and focused. He’s entirely tuned into you, making sure you’re satisfied, comfortable, and taken care of. He’s not one to crack jokes when he’s making love to you, he considers the moment sacred. However, the second you’re both done and lying in each other’s arms, the goofiness comes back in full swing. He’ll casually crack jokes about the intensity of what just happened or tease you in a lighthearted way, making you laugh as if he hadn’t just given you the best orgasm of your life.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Kylian is meticulous about grooming. He keeps himself clean and well-maintained, but he doesn’t go overboard. His natural hair is sparse, making upkeep effortless, and he always ensures he’s fresh for you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

For Kylian, intimacy is everything. Sex with you isn’t just physical — it’s an extension of the deep love and connection you share. Every touch, every kiss, and every movement is filled with meaning. He looks at you like you’re his entire world, and he makes sure you feel that way every step of the way as well. He hasn’t experienced love this intense before, and it’s reflected in how deeply he treasures every moment with you. The way he whispers, “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” as he holds you close, or how his hands caress you with unmatched tenderness, makes it clear that for him, your bond transcends anything he’s ever known.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When you’re apart, he isn’t shy about taking matters into his own hands. While he obviously prefers the real thing, being with you, touching you, feeling you, he doesn’t hold back from satisfying himself when the distance gets too much. He often thinks about your time together, replaying his favorite memories in his head. He’s quick to admit that it’s you and only you who can get him going, even when you’re not physically there.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Kylian has a major praise kink. He thrives on your words, living for the way you tell him how much you love him, how good he is, and how incredible he makes you feel. Your moans and vocalizations are like music to his ears, and he encourages you to be as loud as you want. Beyond that, he has a slight edging kink. He loves teasing you, watching you squirm as he brings you right to the edge before pulling back. Seeing you so close to falling apart and begging for release drives him crazy, and when he finally lets you reach your peak, the satisfaction is unmatched.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Kylian is open to trying new places — bedroom, kitchen, shower, couch, pool, car, floor — you name it. He enjoys the thrill of spontaneity and mixing things up, but his favorite will always be your shared bedroom. There’s something about the intimacy of your own space that he treasures. The freedom, the privacy, and the familiarity make it his top choice, and he loves the way the room becomes your little world, where nothing else matters except the two of you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

It doesn’t take much to get Kylian going. You don’t even have to try, he’s so deeply into you that the simplest things, like the way you smile or the way you move, are enough to ignite his desire. That said, when you’re being a little bratty or sporting an attitude, it drives him wild. He gets this immediate urge to make you lose that composure entirely. You know this all too well and often use it to your advantage when you’re in the mood to spice things up. Your playful defiance always gets an immediate reaction from him, even if he doesn’t realize you’re doing it on purpose most of the time.

N = NO (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

His main priority is your comfort and happiness. Anything that makes you even the slightest bit uneasy is an immediate no for him. Whether it’s a position you’re not a fan of, a pace that doesn’t feel right, or even a word that doesn’t sit well with you, he picks up on it instantly and stops. His goal is always to ensure your experience is as incredible and enjoyable as possible, and nothing is more important to him than that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Kylian absolutely loves giving. Going down on you is one of his favorite things, and he takes immense pride in knowing exactly how to make you feel good. He loves the way you taste, the way your thighs quiver around his head, and the way you fall apart under his tongue. Watching you lose control gives him a sense of satisfaction like no other, and it’s rare for him to let a session go by without starting things off by going down on you. On the flip side, he also loves receiving. The sight of your lips wrapped around him and the way your eyes meet his in those moments is enough to send shivers down his spine.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

Kylian usually lets you control the pace, seamlessly attuned to your needs without needing verbal cues. Whether it's slow, tender lovemaking or a fiery, passionate encounter, he thrives on reading your body and tailoring his movements to elicit maximum pleasure. On days when the mood calls for intimacy, his deliberate, sensual pace ensures every moment feels deeply connected. On more spontaneous, heated occasions, he can be fast and intense, driven by raw passion, always striking the perfect balance.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

While Kylian prefers to take his time with you, quickies can still be thrilling for him. He enjoys the excitement of fitting passion into a tight moment, especially when the tension between you two has been building all day. However, quickies are more of an occasional indulgence; he enjoys the full experience of worshiping your body and taking his time to explore every inch of you. For him, quickies are like a decadent snack — satisfying in the moment, but not as fulfilling as the full course.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

He is definitely up for experimenting and taking risks, provided it’s something you’re comfortable with. He enjoys the thrill of sneaky, adventurous encounters, like slipping his hand beneath your skirt during a dinner or stealing a moment of passion in a semi-public setting. He finds the idea of getting caught tantalizing but always ensures that you feel safe and excited rather than pressured. His playful daring keeps things exciting, but your comfort and consent are always his top priority.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Being a top-tier athlete, Kylian’s stamina is nothing short of exceptional. He can go for multiple rounds without breaking a sweat and recovers quickly, often ready before you’ve even caught your breath. His physical endurance is matched only by his emotional investment — he’s not satisfied until he knows you’re completely spent and utterly satisfied.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Kylian doesn’t personally own toys but is open to incorporating the ones you have into your intimate moments if it excites you. He enjoys exploring new sensations and experiences with you but tends to rely on his own body, his hands, mouth, and the rest of him, to bring you pleasure. For him, it’s about the connection and the intimacy of knowing his touch alone is enough to drive you wild.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease?)

Teasing is practically second nature for Kylian, and he relishes every moment of it. From lingering touches to whispered innuendos, he thrives on building anticipation and leaving you flustered. He’s especially fond of teasing in public, loving the sight of you struggling to maintain composure. His teasing isn’t just playful; it’s deliberate, designed to heighten your desire until you’re practically begging for him to finish what he started.

V = Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

Kylian isn’t overly loud but is always vocal enough for you to know exactly how good he feels. His deep, breathy groans and the occasional whispered expletive in French send shivers down your spine. He’s particularly fond of groaning near your ear, knowing how much it drives you crazy. His voice, heavy with desire, is a sound you’ve come to crave just as much as his touch.

W = Wild card (A random headcanon for the character)

He has a thing for you riding his thigh. It’s a unique source of pleasure for both of you and something he secretly adores. Watching you lose yourself as you grind against him drives him wild, and he often wears shorts around the house just to give you easy access. It’s a quick yet intensely satisfying way for you to connect, and he loves the power he holds in making you come undone without even entering you.

X = X-ray (What’s going on under those clothes?)

Kylian’s physique is a work of art, and that extends below the belt. He’s perfectly proportioned, impressive without being intimidating, and knows how to use every inch to make you see stars. It’s not just about size for him; it’s the way he knows your body so well that each thrust feels perfectly calibrated to your pleasure.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Kylian’s sex drive is exceptionally high, though it’s always rooted in his love and attraction for you. If it were up to him, you’d never go more than a day without having sex. His desire for you isn’t purely physical; it’s driven by his deep admiration for you, your connection, and the way you make him feel. To him, you’re irresistible, and he’ll take every chance to show you just how much he wants you.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward?)

Kylian doesn’t fall asleep right away, no matter how exhausted he might be. He loves the post-sex glow, holding you close, running his fingers through your hair, and whispering sweet nothings. He often uses this time to tell you how incredible you are and recount all the little things he loved about your time together. Only once he’s sure you’re comfortable and feeling loved will he allow himself to drift off, always with his arms wrapped securely around you.

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maikissed · 9 months ago

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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.....

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mattsunsdollie · 6 months ago

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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.

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”

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 😩

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judebelle · 1 year ago

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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.

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u6is · 2 months ago

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"im the release, you the dopamine"

summary: the exhaustion of the day melted away, replaced by a burning need to connect, to reaffirm the bond that had been stretched thin by their separate ambitions.

warning/s: thigh riding, dirty talk

— kylian mbappé x reader: smut

You woke up with a start, the digital clock on the bedside table casting a stark, blue light across the room, reading 2:47 AM. The usual comforting weight of Kylian's arm across your waist was gone, and the space beside you felt cold and empty.

In the last few weeks, Kylian's football career had taken off like a rocket. Practices had turned into marathons, games into weekends spent apart, and training sessions into solitary nights for you, filled with the echo of his laughter and the distant thud of a soccer ball against a wall.

You were equally engrossed in your own world of deadlines and conference calls, your work laptop a permanent fixture on the nightstand.

Last night, all you could think about was sleeping, not even a cuddle because you were both too tired.

Your body had simply collapsed onto the bed at the end of a long day, like rag doll thrown haphazardly into a box. The sweet exhaustion that came from pushing yourself to the brink of what you thought was possible had turned your intimate sanctuary into a battleground of competing schedules and unspoken worries. You had fallen asleep in your work clothes, the warmth of the bed the only comfort you had allowed yourself, too exhausted to even muster the energy for a goodnight kiss from the man lying next to you.

Now, in the silent embrace of the dark, you felt the full weight of his absence.

It wasn't just the coldness of the unoccupied space beside you that made you miss him. It was the quiet moments between breaths, the little adjustments of his body against yours that signaled his presence even in his deepest sleep. It was the comforting throb of his heartbeat, the steady rhythm that lulled you into a sense of belonging.

You reached out a tentative hand to touch the pillow where he should have been, but it was as flat and lifeless as the rest of the bed. The silence was deafening, amplifying every tick of the clock and the distant hum of the city outside.

You ached for him, a deep, unrelenting ache that no distance could soothe.

With a sigh, you pushed back the covers and swung your legs over the side of the bed. The floor was cool against your feet as you padded into the bathroom, the tiles a stark contrast to the warmth you'd just left. You flicked on the light and squinted in the sudden glare. In the mirror, your reflection was a blur of shadows and exhaustion. You turned away, not quite ready to face the reality of your solitude.

Your work clothes were a crumpled mess on the floor, a testament to the hastiness of your collapse. You reached into the closet and pulled out your favorite pair of pajamas, the soft fabric a gentle whisper against your skin as you changed.

At this hour of the night, you know exactly where to find him.

There are only two rooms Kylian truly favors in his house: the bedroom, where his PlayStation resides, and the gym.

You knew Kylian was in the gym, the room he retreated to when the pressure of his burgeoning career became too much. It was his sanctuary, where he could sweat out his frustrations.

The gym door was slightly ajar, and a sliver of light spilt into the darkened corridor. The closer you got, the more you could hear the muffled sounds of his laboured breathing.

There you saw him, lifting weights while sitting on the bench, his legs spread apart for balance. His shorts rode low on his hips, leaving his toned abs and the top of his muscular thighs on full display. His chest was heaving with the effort, the muscles in his arms straining as he pushed the barbell upward, the cords of his neck standing out with the exertion. His eyes were closed, and beads of sweat glistened on his bare skin, tracing rivulets down the valleys of his chest and stomach. His face was a mask of concentration, a silent battle being waged between mind and body.

You just stand there, simply appreciating his existence. The intimacy of the moment was palpable, and you felt a surge of affection for him, for his dedication, his passion, his drive.

As if sensing your presence, Kylian opened his eyes. They searched the room, the intensity of his gaze softening when it found you in the doorway. He offered you a tired but genuine smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners in a greeting that was more heartfelt than any spoken word. It was the kind of smile that could melt away the stress of the day, the kind that made you feel seen and understood without a single syllable exchanged.

You made your way to him, his arms extending, welcoming you into the warmth of his embrace. He gently set down the barbell, the clank of metal against metal a stark contrast to the quietude of the room.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he sat while you stood in front of him. His lips brushed against your stomach, placing soft kisses there before looking up at you. You cupped his face gently with your hands, gazing down at him with love reflecting in your eyes, a love that matched his own. Holding your gaze, he kissed your stomach again, making you bite your lip and smile tenderly.

"I missed you today," you whispered, your voice barely rising above the quiet rhythm of his breathing.

Kylian’s eyes softened as they searched yours, his smile turning tender.

"Je voulais faire l'amour avec toi hier soir," (I wanted to make love to you last night)

"but you were too tired to even kiss me goodnight." he murmured.

"I thought you were tired as well," you say, your voice laced with apology.

Kylian shakes his head, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Tired or not, I always have energy for you."

As he was talking, you felt a sudden boldness wash over you. You slowly straddled his lap, feeling the warmth of his muscles beneath you. His hands automatically wrapped tightly around your waist, his thumbs tracing lazy circles on the bare skin above your pajama bottoms. Your heart hammered in your chest, the sudden closeness filling the void you'd felt since he left your side hours ago.

"If you can forgive me for being too tired," you said playfully, pecking his neck lightly, feeling his pulse quicken beneath your lips, "then maybe we can make up for it now." Your breath was hot against his skin, and you watched with a mischievous smile as his eyes closed, his head tilting back to give you better access.

He groaned softly as your kisses grew more insistent, his hands tightening around your waist.

"I can forgive you for anything." His voice was a low rumble, the hint of a chuckle in it.

You slid your hands into his head as you claimed his mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. The exhaustion of the day melted away, replaced by a burning need to connect, to reaffirm the bond that had been stretched thin by their separate ambitions. Kylian's arms tightened around you, lifting you slightly to align your bodies more perfectly. The strength in his embrace was reassuring, a promise that no matter how crazy their lives got, he would always be there to hold you.

The muscles on his thighs, so defined and powerful, flexed beneath you as he shifted his weight. The feeling of them against your inner thighs sent a shiver through your body, and you found yourself grinding against him instinctively. His breath hitched, his eyes darkening with desire as he felt your heat. The connection between you was undeniable, a physical pull that transcended the physical exertion of the day.

Without breaking eye contact, Kylian leaned in, his mouth a whisper away from your ear.

"You want to fuck yourself against my thigh?" His voice was a low growl, the suggestion a heady mix of dirty and sweet that sent a thrill through your core.

Please. You nodded, your eyes giving him a needy stare, silently pleading for more.

"Let me see how desperate you are for me."

Kylian's hands slid around to the small of your back, pressing you closer to him. He controlled your movements by swaying your waist on his own accord, his strong thighs flexing beneath you. The friction against your clit was exquisite, building a crescendo of sensation that had you gasping for air.

His eyes never left yours, holding you in a silent contract of desire. The intensity in his gaze was unwavering, a stark contrast to the effort you put in to keep your own eyes from rolling in pleasure. The dance of your bodies grew more urgent, your breaths mingling in the small space between your faces. His eyes searched yours, reading the story of your need like an open book. You bit your bottom lip, trying hard not to let the ecstasy overtake you too soon.

The pleasure was building, a crescendo of sensation that seemed to resonate through every inch of your body. Despite the thin barrier of fabric between your clit and his muscled thighs, the friction was electric. Every time you moved, every time he flexed, a wave of pure bliss washed over you. You could feel the heat emanating from him, the power in his muscles, the throb of his arousal pressing against you. The fabric of your pajama bottoms was soaked with your desire, the dampness a silent testament to the pleasure he was giving you.

As the pressure grew, so did the tension between you. The air was thick with it, a palpable force that seemed to vibrate in time with your racing heartbeats. You could feel it coiling tighter and tighter, a spring ready to snap. The eye contact was unbreakable, a silent conversation of need and want that spoke louder than any words could have.

Suddenly, Kylian adjusted his thighs, aligning them directly over your clit. The contact was more than you could bear, and a guttural moan tore from your throat. Your eyes rolled back in your head, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. You leaned in closer, your forehead resting against his, your breaths mingling in the space between your open mouths. Your eyes fluttered closed, unable to maintain the connection, but you felt his own eyes still on you, watching, absorbing every second of your unraveling.

"That's it, mon amour."

"You like that, don't you?" He murmured, his voice thick with lust.

His words were a symphony of dirty praise, a crescendo of filth that pushed you closer to the edge. You could feel the throb of his erection, his desire for you pulsing in time with your own.

"You like fucking my thighs."

His hands slid up to cup your breasts, his thumbs flicking over your sensitive nipples.

"Tu es tellement parfaite." he groaned. (You are so perfect)

He knew your body so well and could feel every twitch and tremble that signalled your impending climax. His arousal was evident, his thighs flexing beneath you, his erection straining against the fabric of his shorts.

With a final, desperate roll of your hips, you came apart in his arms, your body shuddering with the force of your orgasm. It was a silent scream, a release of all the tension that had built up over the weeks of distance and exhaustion. Kylian's eyes never left yours, his smile a smug one of satisfaction as he watched you come undone.

As the tremors subsided, you collapsed against his chest, your body boneless and sated. He held you tight, his strong arms a warm cocoon that shielded you from the world outside.

Kylian gently kissed the top of your head, his breathing gradually evening out.

He leaned back, his thighs still beneath you, and reached for the water bottle on the gym floor. Unscrewing the cap, he held it to your lips, urging you to take a sip. The cool water was a stark contrast to the heat that still lingered between your legs, and you drank greedily, feeling it revive you like a lifeline thrown into a stormy sea.

He took a swig himself before setting the bottle aside, his eyes never leaving yours.

"But we're not done yet, are we?"

His voice had that playful lilt that told you he had more in store. He wrapped his arms around your waist and, with surprising grace for his muscular frame, stood up, lifting you with him. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his hips, his erection pressing against your center.

cleaning my drafts 🧹 lmao. when that clip was released on twt i was so bored that i went to tumblr to write this 😭

#kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe one shot #kylian mbappe smut #kylian mbappe fanfic

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

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 1

“Everything about this place is so dreamy,” Camille gushed as she linked arms with Giselle. Their heels clicked, almost synchronized, as they slowly walked through the opulent hallway.

“It is,” Giselle agreed, taking in the intricate hand painted design on the high ceilings.

Both women had journeyed to France on numerous occasions, but this visit held a special significance. This time, they found themselves in Europe to joyfully celebrate the engagement of their dear friend, Elise. The air was filled with excitement and anticipation as they prepared to partake in this momentous occasion, surrounded by the enchanting beauty of the French landscape.

“You’re being awfully quiet,” Camille noted as she took in her best friend. Not a hair on her head was out of place, her soft makeup had been done to perfection, and her dress looked as if it had been painted onto her body, but she could still tell something was amiss.

“I'm just taking everything in. This house is beautiful,” Giselle smiled softly, though it didn't quite reach her eyes as she turned to look at Camille.

“I agree, but we should probably head back downstairs to the party and celebrate with our friends instead of gushing over Venetian decor,” she smirked, leading Giselle back towards the staircase that took them back down to the party.

The engagement celebration was a joint collaboration hosted by Elise’s parents and her fiance Jules’. Both families came from money, and the opulence of the house reflected that perfectly. Chandeliers sparkled overhead, casting a warm, inviting light across the elegantly dressed guests who danced and mingled in a sea of laughter and joy.

As they reached the grand ballroom, Giselle felt a wave of excitement wash over her. She spotted Elise in the center, glowing in her stunning white gown, surrounded by admirers and well-wishers.

Elise pointed at Giselle when their eyes met, playfully waving her over. Giselle's heart raced as she weaved through the crowd, Camille at her side. There was something magnetic about Elise's energy tonight; it was as if her joy radiated, pulling everyone closer to her. Giselle couldn’t help but smile, feeling caught up in the whirlwind of love and happiness that enveloped the room.

As they approached, Elise engulfed Giselle in a warm embrace. "You look amazing! You are going to be such a perfect bridesmaid!" she smiled brightly.

Giselle felt a rush of warmth at Elise's words, her heart fluttering with the excitement of the evening. "Thank you! You’re the one who looks stunning!” she replied, stepping back to admire her friend.

Giselle and Elise met around seven years ago as teenagers when they were both booked to walk in a Dolce and Gabbana show in Milan.

Since then, both women's careers have gone from strength to strength. They have walked catwalks in Paris, Milan, and New York, their photographs gracing the covers of magazines all over the world. But tonight, it wasn't just their modeling careers that caused their hearts to race; it was the joy of friendship, the celebration of love, and an intangible chemistry that coursed through the air.

Giselle felt a familiar flutter in her stomach as she admired Elise's gown—its delicate lace and intricate beadwork seemed to capture the light in a way that made Elise radiate. "I can't believe you're engaged! This is so surreal!" Giselle exclaimed, her voice brimming with excitement.

Elise laughed, her eyes twinkling like the chandeliers above. "I know! It feels like a dream, but I promise it's all real. And you have to help me plan the most fabulous wedding!"

“Of course!” Giselle beamed as Elise wrapped her arms around her once again. The warmth of her embrace sent a thrill coursing through Giselle, igniting memories of their shared dreams and whispered secrets from years past.

As the women parted, Elise was called to the other side of the room, leaving Giselle and Camille standing side by side, watching the festivities unfold. The vibrant music filled the air, blending effortlessly with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses.

"You know," Camille said, breaking the spell of the moment, "there’s something undeniably enchanting about seeing Elise so happy. It almost makes me believe in fairy tales."

Giselle nodded absentmindedly, her gaze still lingering on Elise as she twirled in her gown, laughter spilling from her lips. There was a certain magic in the air, charged with the promise of love and new beginnings. Yet beneath that excitement, Giselle felt a deeper stirring within herself—an awareness that had been brewing for some time now.

"What's on your mind?" Camille asked, interrupting Giselle's reverie.

She hesitated, her heart racing. "It’s just… seeing Elise like this, it makes me think about my own life, where I’m heading." She paused, glancing at Camille, who had a knowing look in her eyes.

“I get it. You’ve been so focused on your career. But love could find you at any moment, you know?" Camille replied, a teasing lilt in her voice.

"Maybe," Giselle smiled, but her heart felt heavier than she wanted to admit. The truth was, no matter how glamorous her life appeared from the outside, there was a void that seemed to grow larger with each passing moment.

Just as Giselle was about to voice her thoughts, a figure stepped into her periphery. It was Jules, Elise's fiancé, who approached with an air of confidence, a charming smile on his face.

“Giselle, there you are!” he exclaimed, his gaze piercing through the throng of guests. “You look stunning, by the way.”

“Thank you, Jules!” she replied, her cheeks heating under his compliment.

"My parents were asking if there was anyone to toast us and Elise suggested you would be the woman for the job,” he smirked, a playful glint in his eyes.

Giselle felt a flutter of nerves wash over her. “Me? Toast? I’m not sure I’m the right choice for that,” she stammered, glancing towards Camille, who gave her an encouraging nod.

"You’ll be perfect. Just speak from the heart," Jules encouraged, his tone sincere. “You were there the night we met.”

Giselle felt her pulse quicken at the thought of that night—the way Elise had sparkled under the dim lights, the chemistry between them palpable even then. She nodded, trying to suppress the rising tide of emotional vulnerability.

“Alright, I’ll give it a shot,” she said, forcing a smile.

“Good! I’ll let Elise know. We’ll need a moment before the cake cutting,” Jules said before blending back into the crowd.

“See?” Camille chimed in, nudging Giselle playfully with her elbow. “Just like that, you’re in the spotlight! And it’s good practice for when you’re toasting Elise at the wedding—because let’s face it, you'll be the star of the show.”

With a deep breath, Giselle tried to eat away at the nerves nipping at her. The energy in the room was intoxicating, and Elise’s joy was contagious, yet Giselle felt the weight of her own unspoken desires loom over her.

“I guess I’ll have to dig deep for this toast,” she murmured, staring into the glass of champagne in her hand.

“What do you mean?” Camille asked, arching an eyebrow.

Giselle hesitated for a moment, before pushing her thoughts to the back of her mind. Despite her inner turmoil, the party was in celebration of her friend's happiness.

“It's nothing, honestly,” she said, shaking her head as she forced a bright smile on her face. "Just a moment of introspection, I suppose."

Camille scrutinized her for a moment, sensing the undercurrents of Giselle's emotions, but decided to let it go—for now. She raised her own glass, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, whatever's brewing in that beautiful head of yours, let’s celebrate love tonight! Here’s to Elise and Jules!"

They clinked their glasses together, the sound ringing sweetly in the air, and Giselle took a sip, trying to drown out the thoughts swirling in her mind. Each sip was a reminder to embrace the joy of the night, to bask in the celebration of love and friendship.

As the evening progressed, Giselle found herself swept up in the festivities. The music pulsed around her, and the laughter was infectious. Guests twirled and danced like colorful petals caught in a whirlwind, and as she watched Elise and Jules share a tender moment, something stirred deep within her.

When it was finally time for Giselle to give her toast, she felt a rush of excitement mixed with nerves. She looked around at the gathered guests, spotting familiar faces interspersed with others she recognized from Elise's life but hadn’t had the chance to meet before.

“May I have everyone’s attention, please?” she called, raising her glass as she stood at the center of the ballroom.

The room quieted, and all eyes turned toward her. Giselle took a deep breath, the weight of expectation settling like butterflies in her stomach.

“First of all, I want to say how truly honored I am to stand here tonight, among all of you, to celebrate the love of Elise and Jules,” she began, her voice steady though tinged with emotion. “I’ve had the privilege of knowing Elise for many years, and let me tell you, she is a force of nature.”

Giselle’s gaze found Elise, who smiled brightly, her eyes sparkling with encouragement.

“There have been countless moments over the years where Elise’s passion and warmth have lifted my spirit—like that time we got lost in the streets of Paris after a show, only to find ourselves at a little café, sharing secrets and dreams until the sun came up,” she continued, feeling the memories flow through her. “She has a way of turning every ordinary moment into something extraordinary.”

She glanced at Jules, who stood proudly beside Elise, beaming with love. “And Jules, having seen the way you look at Elise, it’s clear that you cherish her heart as much as she deserves to be cherished. You’ve brought out a glow in her that lights up every room, and for that, I’m grateful.”

The audience clapped softly, but Giselle could feel the tension within her building. As she spoke, her heart ached with both joy and a yearning she couldn’t quite articulate. “Love is such a beautiful journey filled with twists and turns,” she continued. “It’s messy and complicated, and sometimes it’s as simple as the way someone makes you feel alive.”

She paused, emotions flaring, and she could sense introspection wash over the guests. “If tonight teaches us anything, let it be to cherish the moments we have with those we love, because they are the ones that create the most vibrant colors in the tapestry of our lives.”

As she concluded her speech, Giselle felt the warmth radiating from the crowd, mingling with the bittersweet longing bubbling within her. She raised her glass higher, her voice catching slightly. “So here’s to love, in all its forms—may we celebrate it always!”

The clink of glasses rang out as the guests raised their own in acknowledgment, their smiles wide and genuine. Giselle felt a flood of relief give way to a swell of pride; she had done it. She had shared her heart, and the intimate connection to Elise had breathed life into her toast.

When she stepped down, Elise rushed over, her expression a mix of love and admiration. “You were incredible, Giselle! I’m so grateful you said yes!”

"I'm really happy you enjoyed it," Giselle replied, hoping her voice didn’t betray the emotions swirling within her.

Before Elise had the chance to respond, her mother called out for the cake cutting, pulling Elise back into the festivities. Giselle watched her go, feeling an ache in her chest that seemed to reflect more than just the happiness in the room.

Making her way towards a set of doors that led outside to a sprawling backyard, Giselle stepped out, hoping to catch her breath and collect her thoughts amid the enchanting ambiance of the evening. The night air was cool, providing a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the ballroom, and the soft glow of fairy lights strung overhead created a magical atmosphere.

She wandered through the manicured gardens, her heels clicking softly against the cobblestone path As she walked deeper into the serene space, she could hear the distant sounds of laughter and celebration, but they faded into a comforting backdrop, allowing her mind to drift.

Giselle settled on a wrought-iron bench surrounded by fragrant blooms, their scents mingling in the air. Thoughts of her toast swirled in her mind, but more prominently, her heart tugged with the realization of her feelings.

After enduring a tumultuous and acrid breakup two years prior, Giselle had sworn an oath to herself—a steadfast commitment to never again allow anyone the power to shatter her heart as her ex had done. The emotional scars were still tender, and the memories of betrayal lingered like shadows in her mind.

Yet, as she found herself enveloped by an atmosphere brimming with authentic affection and unwavering love, a deep yearning began to swell within her. The kind of love that radiated from those around her was intoxicating, its warmth both inviting and intimidating. It ignited a desire in her that was as exhilarating as it was frightening, awakening fears that perhaps she'd never truly healed. Giselle was torn between the longing for connection and the protective walls she had built to shield herself from future pain.

"You delivered a truly beautiful speech," came a voice laced with a heavy French accent, the rich timbre of it lingering in the air. The sound startled Giselle, prompting her to pivot her head in surprise, wide-eyed at the sight of an unexpected guest standing beside her. The softness of their tone contrasted sharply with her sudden jolt, leaving her momentarily disoriented.

The man stood tall, his presence commanding yet relaxed, a charming smile on his face that could light up the night.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked, taking a step closer to the bench she sat on.

Giselle felt her heart skip a beat. There was something undeniably magnetic about him; the way he carried himself, the flirtation in his smile, and the intensity of his gaze. He was strikingly handsome, with chiseled features and a glint of mischief in his dark eyes that made it hard for her to look away.

“Um, sure,” she stammered, trying to regain her composure as she gestured for him to sit.

As he lowered himself onto the bench, the air around them felt electrified, charged with a curious energy that sent a tingle down Giselle’s spine. “I’m Kylian,” he introduced himself, extending a hand towards her. “And you are Giselle, right? The toast was beautiful!”

“Thank you, Kylian,” she smiled weakly, shaking his hand.

“You didn't like it?” he asked curiously as he picked up on her mood.

“No, I really did! I just…” Giselle faltered, searching for the right words. “I didn’t expect to be asked to speak. It felt... vulnerable.”

Kylian leaned forward slightly, intrigued. “Vulnerability often leads to the most genuine connections, don’t you think? Especially in a place like this, where it is all about love.”

“What if I don't believe in love?” Giselle asked in an attempt to consolidate her own feelings.

“Juels and Elise are in love.” Kylian pointed out, it was clear as day.

“I don't think my purpose is for romantic love,” Giselle shrugged, making Kylian look at her with curiosity dancing in his brown eyes.

“Why not?” he asked; Kylian himself was a man who didn't believe he had the time nor dedication to commit himself to someone fully in the way that his friends had, but to hear it roll so casually off Giselle’s tongue intrigued him.

Giselle sighed, the weight of her unspoken thoughts blooming into the cool night air. “I suppose I’ve been hurt before, and it’s hard to believe in something that feels so... elusive.”

Kylian studied her, his expression contemplative. He understood where she was coming from, but he also knew that love existed even if it was something he himself tried to avoid.

“Sometimes, it’s the risk that makes it worthwhile,” he replied, his tone thoughtful. “That raw vulnerability can lead to unexpected moments of joy. What if love appears in a form you never anticipated, or from someone who can truly see you for who you are?”

His words hung in the air between them, thick with possibility. Giselle shifted slightly, taken aback by the depth of his insight. “And what if it turns out to be a mistake?” she countered, her voice slightly firmer despite the flutter of intrigue growing inside her.

Kylian’s smile remained unfaltering, but his eyes sparkled with a mischief that piqued her interest. “Mistakes are just learning opportunities dressed in disappointment. Besides, sometimes the most beautiful stories have a rocky beginning.” He leaned back against the bench, as if the words had painted an impressive picture in his mind.

Giselle couldn’t help but chuckle softly at his charm. “You sound like a poet,” she teased, relaxing a little into the conversation.

“Perhaps,” he said with a wink, unabashed. “But tonight is about celebration, and I believe we should celebrate the moments we have—both joyful and painful.”

As they exchanged smiles, Giselle felt her emotions ease a little.

“And I am a football player, we are just as insightful as poets,” Kylian joked, making Giselle laugh, the sound filling the air around them.

Giselle felt the last of her tension dissipate as the laughter flowed between them, warming her heart. Kylian had an effortless charm, a magnetic energy that made her feel seen and understood in this whirlwind of celebration. As they continued to talk, she found herself captivated by his stories—his passion for the game, the camaraderie of his team, and even the dreams he had beyond football.

“Do you play for a local club in France?” Giselle asked, genuinely interested.

“I play out in Madrid,” he replied, a hint of pride in his voice. “It’s been a journey, but it’s my love. What about you? Is modelling your main focus?”

“Modelling and acting,” she nodded. “I travel a lot for work, and each project feels like a new adventure, but sometimes it can be exhausting. Still, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

Kylian's gaze held hers, and in that moment, Giselle felt a strong connection building—a sense of familiarity and comfort that felt like a breath of fresh air amidst the glamour and nerves of the evening.

“Just like the pitch, right?” he said, leaning a little closer. “You put your heart into every performance, pouring yourself into the art of it. It’s easy to forget to enjoy the process, though.”

“Amen to that,” Giselle laughed lightly, feeling a spark of excitement flicker between them. “I’ve witnessed so many beautiful moments, but at times, I find myself lost in the chaos of everything. It’s… tiring, I suppose.”

“Then let’s make an agreement,” Kylian offered, his voice low and enticing. “Let’s enjoy tonight then, without any expectations. Just two people celebrating friendship, laughter, and how surreal it all is.”

Giselle smiled, a playful gleam in her eyes. “A toast to that!” She raised her now-empty glass, clinking it against his before placing it carefully on the bench beside her.

They fell into easy conversation, sharing stories of the fashion world and football, but as the noise from the celebration faded into the background, Giselle felt her heart race with an unspoken tension. Kylian wasn’t just a charming stranger; there was something deeper kindling between them, a conversation beyond mere words.

As the evening continued, guests began to trickle, gathering their things as they prepared to depart. The joyful ambiance was still palpable, but Giselle felt a tug in her chest knowing the night was winding down.

“Looks like the party is starting to wind down,” Kylian murmured, shifting slightly to glance around the room. “Do you have plans for the rest of the evening?”

Giselle bit her lip, her heart racing at the idea of being swept into the dance floor with him, of losing herself in the rhythm and energy that seemed to pulsate between them. “I’m probably just going to head up to bed, it’s been a really long day.”

“I can walk you,” Kylian offered, his eyes lighting up with that charming spark she’d noticed earlier. There was a genuine softness to his voice, like he truly meant his words. “I wouldn’t want you wandering these halls alone, especially after such a beautiful evening.”

Giselle felt a rush of warmth spread through her at the thought of having him beside her, the night still filled with the magic of newfound connection. “That would be nice,” she replied, unable to keep a smile from her face.

As they walked together, the chatter of guests and the music faded behind them, replaced by the clicking of Giselle’s heels against the floors as they made their way through the house.

“You don't have to walk me all the way to my room,” Giselle blushed as she slowly walked beside Kylian, the balls of her feet aching to be removed from the open-toe heels she’d worn all evening.

“My parents raised a gentleman,” he smirked, turning to her slightly. His chest warmed as he watched a smile spread across her face.

“I’m sure they did,” Giselle laughed teasingly.

“If they hadn't, I would have told you how beautiful your body looks in that dress and how much I enjoyed watching you tonight.” He paused, his French accent thick as he gauged her reaction, his heart racing just a bit faster.

Giselle's smile widened, and a hint of mischief sparkled in her eyes. “Is that so? What else would you say if you weren't a gentleman?”

Kylian shrugged, pretending to be nonchalant, though the playful challenge in her voice made his pulse quicken. “That I am dying to see what's underneath.”

“What would you do with it?” Giselle asked softly, a warmth spreading through her as she locked eyes with him, her breath hitching slightly at the boldness of their exchange. There was a daring thrill in their playful banter, and she felt an electric charge course through her veins.

Kylian's gaze intensified, his dark eyes searching her face for any hint of hesitation. “What would I do?” He stepped a fraction closer, his voice lowering to a sultry whisper that sent shivers down her spine. “I would take my time exploring every inch, savoring the softness of your skin against my own.”

Giselle's heart raced, her cheeks flushing at his words. The world around them faded, leaving only the intoxicating lure of their heightened connection. “And what if I wanted to explore you, too?” she countered, emboldened by the shared intimacy of their conversation.

Kylian grinned, clearly taken aback by her response, and then leaned in slightly, his breath warm against her ear. “Then I would let you, and I would teach you things.”

Giselle trembled at the thought, her imagination running wild with possibilities. The laughter and music of the party seemed a world away as she felt the space between them shrink even further. She could sense the desire swirling around them, blending with the heady atmosphere of the evening.

“Maybe we should find another place to continue this conversation,” she suggested breathlessly, her heart pounding in her chest, emboldened by the thrill of secrecy and adventure.

Kylian’s eyes flickered with interest, the corners of his mouth curling into a knowing smirk. “Come back to my place,” he suggested, his voice charged with a mix of daring and allure. “I promise it’ll be worth your while.”

Giselle hesitated for a moment, weighing the thrill of the unknown against the cautious voice in her mind. But as she looked into Kylian's eyes, she saw a warmth that beckoned her, a promise of adventure and indulgence. The buzz of the party felt like a distant memory; all she could focus on was the magnetic energy between them.

“I’ll have you back here in the morning,” Kylian assured her, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Unless, of course, you’d rather stay longer…” He let the insinuation hang in the air, effectively tilting the balance of her caution against exhilaration.

Giselle’s breath caught, a thrill surging through her as she considered his proposition. “Elise’s bridal party is having brunch here tomorrow, I need to be back in the morning.”

Kylian’s expression brightened, clearly intrigued by the challenge. “You have my word,” he replied, leaning in slightly. The proximity heightened her senses, the warmth of his body radiating toward her like an inviting flame as his hands found her hips.

“Just tonight,” he murmured, his lips dangerously close to hers, the teasing lilt of his voice stirring something deep within her.

Giselle's mind raced with anticipation. She could feel the heat of his hands on her hips, grounding her in the moment as desire pooled in the pit of her stomach. “Just tonight,” she repeated with a playful smirk, a challenge hanging in her tone as she took a bold step closer.

Kylian's eyes sparkled with mischief and barely contained excitement as he pulled Giselle flush against him, one hand sliding up to tangle in her hair while the other remained firmly on her hip. He dipped his head, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Just tonight... for now."

He pressed a lingering kiss just below her ear, letting his lips linger and savoring her soft gasp. Then, with a final squeeze of her hip, he took her hand and led her swiftly but gently through the house and out to the waiting car.

As the driver held the door open, Kylian ushered Giselle inside the sleek, luxurious vehicle. The cool leather seats welcomed her as he slid in beside her, the door closing with a soft thud. In the intimate confines of the car, the air felt charged.

Placing his hand on her bare thigh, Kylian turned his head to her, his dark eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. The warm hush of the car enveloped them, and Giselle felt almost cocooned in this moment of thrilling intimacy. The rhythm of the drive was punctuated by the soft thrum of the engine and the distant sounds of the party fading away.

“Are you nervous?” Kylian asked, his voice a deep, inviting tone. There was a playful lilt to his words, but Giselle could tell he was genuinely curious.

“Not anymore,” she said, her confidence bolstered by the heat of his hand on her thigh. “In fact, I’m quite excited.”

“Good,” Kylian replied, a satisfied smile spreading across his lips. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” He leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin, and the closeness made her heart race even faster.

As the car moved through the city streets, Giselle felt the anticipation curling in her stomach. Kylian’s fingers traced small, tantalizing patterns on her thigh.

Each gentle caress sent electric shocks of desire coursing through her, pulling her deeper into a whirlpool of heat and longing. She turned to face him, their eyes locking once more, and for a fleeting moment, the world outside blurred away, leaving only the magnetic connection they shared.

“Where are we going?” She ventured, her voice low and teasing, unable to mask the thrill that enveloped her.

“Somewhere we can have some privacy,” he replied, his gaze unwavering, a playful glint in his dark eyes. “Somewhere we can explore this connection without any interruptions.”

As the city lights flashed by the window, every flicker seemed to mirror the rapid beat of her heart. She could feel the air thickening around them, their chemistry palpable, each moment drawing them closer to the edge of something exhilarating.

When the car finally rolled to a stop outside a gated estate , Giselle felt her heart race with a mix of excitement and apprehension. The grand building loomed before them, illuminated by the soft glow of strategically placed lights that cast the carved stone in a romantic hue.

“Your house is stunning,” she breathed, momentarily entranced by the beauty around her.

Kylian unbuckled his seatbelt, turning to her with a grin. “Not as beautiful as you,” he said, the promise in his voice sending another thrill through her.

As they stepped out of the car, Kylian took her hand in his, the warmth of his touch grounding her amidst the fluttering nerves that danced in her stomach. He led her through the entrance, where ornate chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the lavish foyer.

Giselle couldn’t help but admire the elegance surrounding her; the polished marble floors, the exquisite art adorning the walls, and the luxurious furnishings as he led her towards a grand staircase.

combined to create a sense of opulence that felt almost surreal. Yet, it wasn’t the décor that captivated her attention the most; it was Kylian—his presence, his energy, the way he looked at her as if she were the only thing that mattered in that moment.

He guided her up the winding staircase, their fingers intertwined as they ascended. Each step felt like a journey deeper into a world she had only ever dreamed of. The anticipation hung thick in the air, and she could feel her heart racing as they reached the top.

Kylian pushed open the door to his bedroom, revealing an intimate sanctuary bathed in soft, golden light. The room was elegant yet inviting, with a plush king-sized bed draped in luxurious fabrics, candles flickering softly on the nightstands, and velvet curtains framing the large windows. The atmosphere was intoxicating, and Giselle felt as though she had crossed into a realm where anything was possible.

He turned to her, his gaze intense and burning with desire. “Do you like it?” he asked, a hint of vulnerability breaking through his confident façade.

“It’s beautiful,” she breathed, unable to tear her eyes away from him. The way he stood there, exuding both strength and charm, sent a shiver of excitement down her spine.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Kylian stepped closer, closing the distance between them. He reached up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers brushing against her skin—sparks igniting at the point of contact.

Kylian leaned in, his breath warm against her lips. “I want to show you just how beautiful this can be,” he whispered, his voice low and velvety, igniting a fire within her.

As he captured her lips with his, Giselle felt herself melt into him. The kiss was sweet yet possessive, a mixture of tenderness and raw passion that left her breathless. She responded eagerly, deepening the kiss as he pulled her close, his hands roaming her back, igniting her every nerve ending.

Kylian pulled away slightly, studying her face, his dark eyes swimming with desire. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, his voice thick with longing.

Giselle's heart raced at the question, the intensity of his gaze igniting something deep within her. She nodded, her breath catching in her throat. "Yes," she whispered, the sound barely escaping her lips.

Kylian didn’t need any further invitation. He surged forward, capturing her mouth once more with fervor. This kiss was different, charged with an urgency that sent electric shocks through her body. His hands tangled in her hair as he tilted her head, deepening the kiss until she felt herself leaning into him, craving his warmth.

The world outside faded away, leaving only the intoxicating taste of him, the smell of his cologne, and the undeniable chemistry crackling between them. Kylian broke the kiss for just a moment, his breath mingling with hers as he pressed his forehead against hers, reaching for the hem of her dress as their eyes met.

Giselle felt a rush of warmth radiate through her as Kylian's fingers brushed the delicate fabric of her dress. It was as if the world around them disappeared entirely, leaving just the two of them suspended in this moment of intense connection. Her heart raced as she searched his eyes for any hesitation, but all she saw was an overwhelming desire mirrored in his gaze.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked softly, his voice a deep, enticing whisper that sent shivers down her spine.

Giselle licked her lips, nodding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. “I am,” she breathed, “I want this.”

With that affirmation, Kylian smiled like a man who had just been given a treasure, and in the next instant, he swept her into his embrace, their bodies colliding in a heat that felt electric. His lips crashed against hers again, this kiss more intense and passionate than before. She melted against him, her hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer as she lost herself in the heat of their connection.

Kylian's hands wandered, exploring the curve of her waist and the softness of her skin beneath her dress. The sensation sent sparks of electricity through her, igniting a hunger she hadn't realized was there.

In one swift motion he pulled it over her head, tossing it aside so she stood before him in only a black lace thong.

Giselle shivered as the cool air hit her exposed skin. The remnants of the dress fluttered to the ground like petals, leaving her feeling both vulnerable and electrified. She was exposed under Kylian's hungry gaze, but instead of feeling shy, a rush of confidence surged through her.

Kylian stepped back slightly, his dark eyes roaming over her body, drinking in every detail as if she were the most exquisite artwork. “You’re breathtaking,” he breathed, his voice thick with desire. The way he looked at her made her feel powerful, like every curve of her body was a canvas that he was eager to explore.

"Go and lay down on my bed,” he commanded softly, his voice barely above a whisper but filled with undeniable authority. Giselle's heart raced as she complied, the sultry thrill of the moment sending ripples of anticipation coursing through her.

As she moved toward the plush bed, the soft fabric beneath her felt luxurious against her skin, enhancing the rush of adrenaline racing through her veins. She turned to watch Kylian, who followed closely behind, a predatory glint in his eyes that both thrilled and enchanted her.

“Lay back,” he instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument. As she settled into the inviting softness of the bedding, a flutter of excitement rippled through her, her breath hitching slightly at the intoxicating blend of nervousness and desire.

Kylian advanced with a confident grace, his gaze focused entirely on her as if she were the center of his universe. Sinking onto his knees at the edge of the bed, he reached for giselle’s ankle, making her gasp as he tugged her closer.

“Can I taste you?” Giselle's heart raced at Kylian's words, a delightful shiver of anticipation coursing through her body. The challenge in his voice, laced with a sultry promise, sent waves of heat to her core.

“Y-yes,” she breathed, her voice trembling with excitement and a hint of nervousness. His intense gaze made her feel utterly exposed yet beautifully empowered.

Kylian smiled, a knowing grin that darkened with desire. He pressed a gentle kiss just above her ankle, trailing his lips up her leg with feather-light caresses. Every kiss left a trail of fire, igniting her senses as he moved higher, inching closer to the delicate lace of her thong.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin, and she felt herself blush under his praise.

His lips claimed her thigh, kissing and teasing her tender flesh, sending ripples of pleasure through her body. As he continued this delicious torment, she could feel her anticipation building, a molten heat pooling low in her belly.

Kylian’s fingers grazed the edge of her thong, and with a teasing tug, he slid it to the side, his lips hovering dangerously close to her most intimate places. Her breath hitched in her throat, her chest rising and falling with excitement as his gaze locked onto hers, the intensity of his expression sending her heart racing.

Kylian needed no further encouragement. He buried his face between her thighs, his mouth working its magic as he unleashed an onslaught of teasing kisses, his tongue dancing tantalizingly close to where she craved him the most.

Giselle’s back arched, her nipples hardening as a layer of goosebumps covered the surface of her skin as she felt Kylian’s finger trailed a bead of arousal that dripped from her core and down the inside of her thigh.

Kylian’s breath hitched as he traced his fingertip along her leg, marveling at the delicate dance of pleasure and anticipation that flared between them. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the way her body responded to his touch, and it made him crave more.

“Giselle,” he murmured, his voice low and husky, “you’re stunning.” He leaned closer, allowing the warmth of his body to envelop her, his other hand brushing her hair away from her neck as he pressed soft kisses along her collarbone.

The sensation of his lips against her skin ignited a fire within her, and she instinctively arched her back further, inviting him closer. “Kylian,” she whispered, a mix of longing and urgency in her voice as her hips shifted, her core aching for more of his touch.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his eyes locking onto hers, seeking permission, though every part of him was desperate to continue.

Giselle shook her head, her breath hitching as she felt another thrill of desire run through her. “No, please… don’t stop.”

“Such a beautiful pussy,” he drawled, his voice low and slightly strained as he used his fingers to spread her open, groaning at the sight of her puckered pink entrance.

Leaning forward, Kylian breathed in her essence as he allowed her lips to ghost against her before closing the distance between them and placing an open-mouthed kiss on her pussy, humming as he tasted her for the very first time.

Kylian groaned against Giselle's core as he savored her intoxicating flavor, his tongue delving deeper to explore every fold and crevice. He could feel her body shudder and tense beneath him, her arousal coating his lips and chin.

“Mmmm, you taste divine, mon chéri,” he murmured between licks, his accent thicker with lust. “I could eat this pussy for hours.”

His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wider as he feasted on her, alternating between broad strokes and targeted flicks of his tongue against her sensitive clit. He could feel her growing more wet and swollen with each pass.

Kylian's arousal strained against his boxers, his cock throbbing with the need for friction. But he ignored it, focusing solely on Giselle's pleasure, determined to make her come undone with just his mouth.

Wrapping his arms around each of her thighs so he could hold them apart as he feasted, Kylian got lost in his ministrations, humming and thrashing his head in approval of Giselle's reaction to his touch.

Kylian licked and suckled at Giselle's clit, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before drawing it between his lips to suckle gently. His hands kneaded and massaged the soft globes of her ass as he did so, occasionally dipping his head to thrust his tongue deep into her fluttering channel.

The wet sounds of his oral attentions filled the room, punctuated by Giselle's escalating moans and cries of ecstasy. Her fingers moved over his short, taper, and perfectly lined hair as she held him against her, grinding her hips to increase the pressure of his mouth against her aching sex.

"Oh fuck, Kylian! Yes, just like that!" Giselle nearly screamed, her head thrown back in bliss. "Your tongue feels so good!"

Kylian could feel her thighs beginning to tremble and quake around his head, her arousal flowing freely now as it dripped down his chin.

“Jouis pour moi,” he murmured against her core, and although Giselle wasn't quite sure of what he meant due to her lack of understanding of the French tongue, without missing a beat, her body succumbed to him.

Giselle bit down on the back of her hand as her eyes rolled shut, a singular tear slipping from her as she came hard into Kylian’s awaiting mouth.

Her eyes fluttered open as she heard the metal of Kylian’s belt buckle as he unfastened it, the sound sending another jolt of anticipation through her. Giselle was still reeling from her orgasm, the waves of pleasure gently ebbing away as she watched him, her heart racing at the sight of his hands working with eager intent.

Kylian's breath was heavy as he slid his jeans down, his muscles taut and defined, hunger gleaming in his eyes as they locked onto hers. He stepped out of his pants and underwear, revealing the impressive length of his cock, and Giselle couldn’t help but bite her lower lip at the sight.

“Giselle,” Kylian growled, the heat in his voice sending another thrill of excitement racing down her spine. “Come here,” he commanded as he slowly stroked his length back and forth in his hand.

“On your knees,” Kylian instructed, their eyes meeting as he silently looked for confirmation that she was comfortable with their current situation.

Giselle eagerly obeyed Kylian's command, gracefully sliding off the bed and onto her knees before him. She gazed up at him with lust-darkened eyes as she took in the sight of his magnificent body, her fingers aching to explore every sculpted plane and ridge of muscle.

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she watched him slowly stroke his impressive erection, the thick shaft bobbing slightly with each pass of his fist. Giselle's core clenched with need, a fresh surge of arousal dampening her thighs.

"Mmmm, mon dieu," Kylian groaned, his accent heavy with desire as he took in the erotic sight of Giselle kneeling before him. "You look so beautiful like this. So perfect."

He took a step closer, bringing the swollen head of his cock to brush against her parted lips. The alluring masculine scent of his arousal filled her nostrils, making her head spin with want.

Sitting up on her knees, Giselle opened her mouth wider, letting out a moan as she tasted him on her tongue. Holding him steady in her hand, she licked a vein that traveled the underside of his length before licking her way back down, teasing him.

“Giselle,” Kylian hissed as his fingers found her hair, tangling themselves into her tresses as he roughly guided her movements. The initial sweetness of her touch sent shockwaves through him as he surged forward, his hips instinctively thrusting, burying himself deeper in her warmth.

Giselle's eyes widened at the sensation, the fullness of him stretching her mouth. She relaxed her throat, willing herself to take him fully as she focused on her movements. With every bob of her head, she worked to draw him deeper, sucking and swirling her tongue around his length, her instincts guiding her as she tuned into the rhythm he desired.

Kylian groaned, the sound vibrating through his chest as he watched her obediently take him in. “That’s it, chérie,” he encouraged his voice, a deep timbre filled with lust. “Just like that. Feel me—fais-moi un gâchis.”

He began to guide the motion, thrusting gently as Giselle matched his pace, smirking as saliva spilled from Giselle's eyes, watered slightly as Kylian thrust deeper, his impressive length hitting the back of her throat. But she didn't pull away, instead relaxing her muscles to accommodate him as she continued to suck and slurp at his cock with enthusiastic fervor.

The sounds of her oral attentions filled the room, interspersed with Kylian's deep, guttural groans of pleasure. His fingers tightened in her hair as he set a steady rhythm, slowly fucking her face as she gazed up at him adoringly.

"Oh, fuck yes," Kylian panted, his accent thickening with each thrust. "Your mouth feels incredible, taking me so deep."

He pulled back slightly, allowing her to catch her breath before surging forward again, the bulbous head of his cock pushing past her lips to rest in her throat.

Giselle whimpered around his thick shaft as Kylian held her head still, his hips rolling in a slow, sensual grind. Tears of pleasure streamed down her face as she struggled to accommodate his girth. Her fingers dug into his muscular thighs as she held on for dear life, reveling in the exquisite torture of being so thoroughly used by him.

"Mmmm, fuck!" Kylian groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "You love having your throat fucked, don't you, ma belle? Love choking on my big, thick cock?"

He punctuated his words with sharp thrusts, each one driving him deeper into the tight, wet heat of her mouth. The obscene sounds of him slamming into her throat filled the room, mixing with the slick, sucking noises of her lips working his shaft.

Kylian could feel his orgasm building rapidly, his balls drawing up tight against his body as the pressure inside him reached a fever pitch. With a roar of ecstasy, he buried himself to the hilt in Giselle's mouth, his cock pulsing and jerking as he shot thick ropes of hot cum directly down her throat.

"Oh, putain! Swallow it all, Giselle!" Kylian demanded, his voice raw with pleasure as he ground against her face, prolonging his release for as long as possible.

Giselle's eyes widened as the first spurt of Kylian's release hit the back of her throat. She swallowed rapidly, gulping down each thick mouthful of his essence as fast as she could. The taste was salty, with an underlying musk that was uniquely Kylian. She breathed through her nose, determined to take every last drop he had to give her.

Kylian watched the way Giselle’s chest rose and fell as she caught her breath, her nipples hard and begging to be toyed with as she used the back of her hand that she once bit in unadulterated pleasure, to clean her face, slick with her spit and his arousal.

Giselle's body trembled with residual pleasure as she looked up at Kylian, her eyes glazed over with lust. She could feel the heat of his release still burning inside her, coating her tongue and throat. The taste was foreign yet intoxicating, and she found herself craving more.

Kylian's chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath, his muscles glistening with a sheen of sweat. He gazed down at Giselle with a look of pure male satisfaction, his eyes dark with renewed desire as he took in her debauched appearance.

"Magnifique," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "You took me so well."

His hands cupped her face almost tenderly as he helped her to her feet, pulling her naked body flush against his. She could feel the heat radiating off his skin, the firmness of his muscles pressing against her soft curves, and she wanted him.

Giselle couldn't help the soft moan that escaped her lips as Kylian's hands skimmed down the sides of her body, his touch igniting a fire beneath her skin. She felt boneless, yet somehow still desperate for more of him.

Kylian's lips curled into a wicked smirk as he felt Giselle's body melt against his. He loved how she responded to him; she was eager and responsive. It made him want to ravish her over and over again until neither of them could move.

"Hold on," he whispered against her ear before suddenly hoisting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. "I'm nowhere near done with you yet."

With that, Kylian carried her over to the bed, laying her down gently on the plush comforter. He hovered over her for a moment, drinking in the sight of her spread out beneath him like a feast waiting to be devoured.

“Wet your fingers and touch yourself,” Kylian's eyes darkened with lust as he watched Giselle follow his command, her delicate fingers delving between her legs to tease her sensitive flesh. The sight of her pleasuring herself so intently, all because he told her to, sent a fresh surge of blood rushing to his already rock hard cock.

"C'est ça, ma belle," Kylian encouraged, his voice a low, approving rumble. "Fuck yourself with your fingers just like that. Show me how much you want me."

He leaned down, trailing openmouthed kisses along the column of her neck, pausing to suckle at her pulse point. His hands roamed her body possessively, kneading and caressing every soft curve and dip, leaving a trail of tingling skin in their wake.

Kylian's breath hitched as he watched Giselle's fingers disappear between her glistening folds, the wet sounds of her arousal filling the room. He could feel his cock throbbing with the need to bury itself deep inside her welcoming heat.

"Mmmm, you're so wet for me," he murmured appreciatively, his accent thick with desire. "I can see how badly you need my cock."

Kylian's hands skimmed up Giselle's sides, cupping and kneading the soft globes of her breasts. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, tugging at the stiff peaks until they hardened even further. Leaning down, he captured one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud before suckling it deeply.

"Oh fuck, Kylian!" Giselle cried out, arching her back to push more of her breast into his eager mouth.

Kylian's fingers curled inside Giselle, stroking along her inner walls as he sought that special spot that would drive her wild with ecstasy. He could feel her getting closer to the edge, her hips undulating desperately against his hand as she chased her pleasure.

"That's it, ma belle. I can feel you tightening around me," Kylian murmured, his voice rough with arousal. "You're so close, aren't you? Cum for me, Giselle. Let me feel you come apart on my fingers."

He increased the pressure and speed of his thrusts, his thumb flicking rapidly over her clit as he fucked her with deep, purposeful strokes. At the same time, he bit down on the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

"Jouis maintenant!" Kylian demanded, his accent thick and unmistakable in his lust. "Cum now, Giselle!"

Kylian's fingers pumped furiously inside Giselle's clenching heat as he felt her body tense and shudder beneath him. With a final, hard thrust, he curled his digits against that special spot deep within her, sending her flying over the edge.

"Yes, that's it! Cum for me, Giselle!" Kylian growled, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. He continued to work her through her orgasm, prolonging her pleasure until she was a boneless, trembling mess.

As Giselle came down from her high, Kylian withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips to taste her essence. He groaned at the exquisite flavor, his eyes fluttering shut in bliss.

"Mmmm, you taste divine," he purred, licking his lips. "I could feast on your pussy for hours."

Kylian's eyes flashed with renewed hunger as he settled himself between Giselle's spread thighs. He ran his hands along the soft skin of her inner thighs, pushing them further apart to expose her glistening sex.

"Tu es si belle," Kylian murmured appreciatively, his gaze fixed on her most intimate area.

Without warning, he leaned forward and ran his tongue along her slit, from her entrance up to her clit, humming in approval at the taste of her arousal. He did it again, lapping at her like a man starved, savoring every drop of her essence.

"Mmmm, tu as un goût délicieux," Kylian groaned against her, his accent thick with lust. "I could eat this sweet pussy all night long."

“Please,” Giselle squeaked. “I need to feel you inside of me,” she whined, her voice laced with urgency as she arched her hips toward him, desperate for the connection they both craved. The electric charge in the air was palpable, urging him onward as their bodies thrummed with anticipation.

Kylian's eyes darkened with desire as he pulled back to meet her gaze, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "You want my cock, don't you? Tell me how much you need it."

Giselle could hardly form the words through her mounting need. "So much… I need you inside me, Kylian. Please!"

With a throaty laugh, he obliged, flipping her over onto her hands and knees, readying her for himself before the head of his cock pressed firmly against her entrance before he leaned into, groaning as she took him inch by girthy inch.

Giselle reclined like a sphinx on the edge of Kylian’s bed, her back arched and her ass high in the air as her head rested atop her crossed arms as she felt a warm trail of her arousal slither down her stomach and pool onto the sheets below.

Her mind was blank as Kylian gripped her hips from behind, his thrusts slow and incredibly deep as he gave her every inch of his thick cock.

"Fuck..." Kylian groaned as he savored the feeling of Giselle's tight heat enveloping his length. "You feel so good around me."

He continued to thrust at a languid pace, relishing the way her slick walls gripped him with each movement. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips as he held her in place, keeping her ass high and at just the right angle to hit that spot deep within her as she creamed on his cock.

“Tu es tellement parfait,” Kylian groaned at the sight, using his hands to spread her open as he claimed her pussy as his.

Kylian's hips moved in a steady rhythm, each deep thrust pushing Giselle further up the bed. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, punctuated by their mutual moans and gasps of pleasure.

He leaned down, draping his muscular torso over Giselle's back as he licked and sucked at her neck and shoulders. One hand reached around to fondle her breast, kneading the soft flesh and tweaking her nipple between his fingers.

"That's it, ma chérie," Kylian panted against her ear, his accent thicker with arousal. "Take every inch of my cock. You were made for this, weren't you?"

Giselle could only whimper and moan in response; her mind lost to the intense sensations radiating through her body.

Pulling out of her, Kylian filled Giselle onto her back in one swift motion, pinning her legs to the bed so she lay completely open for him.

Kylian positioned himself between Giselle's spread legs, his hard cock throbbing and covered with her juices. He rubbed the swollen head teasingly along her slit, coating himself in her arousal.

"You want my cock, don't you, ma chérie?" Kylian growled, his voice low and thick with lust. "Beg for it. Let me hear how badly you need me."

He pressed the tip against her entrance, applying just enough pressure to make her squirm with need. His eyes, dark and intense, bore into hers as he waited for her to plead.

Giselle's hips bucked upwards, desperate to take him inside. She wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer.

"Please!" she whimpered, her voice breathy with desire. "I need you so bad. Please fuck me!"

Kylian's eyes flashed with triumphant lust at Giselle's desperate pleas. With a primal grunt, he thrust forward, sheathing his thick shaft deep inside her tight, wet heat in one powerful stroke.

"Fuck, yes! You take my cock so well," Kylian groaned, relishing the exquisite sensation of her velvety walls gripping him like a vice. "So fucking tight and perfect."

He set a relentless pace, pounding into her with deep, purposeful thrusts. The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, punctuated by Giselle's unrestrained moans and cries of pleasure.

Kylian hooked her legs over his shoulders, nearly bending her in half as he loomed over her, his muscular body a dominant presence. He gripped her thighs, spreading her wider as he drove into her with increasing force and speed.

"I can feel you in my stomach,” Giselle whined as she pushed at his firm pelvis, easing the depths of his thrusts as she gazed helplessly into his eyes.

“Relax,” Kylian breathed with a purposeful roll of his hips. “Let me own every inch of your body. Let me teach you.”

Kylian's hips undulated sensually, grinding against Giselle's sensitive clit with each deep thrust. His muscular torso rippled as he moved, a sheen of sweat glistening on his sun kissed skin.

"C'est si bon, mon amour," Kylian purred, his accent thick and alluring. "Tu es si belle when you surrender to pleasure."

He dipped his head, trailing openmouthed kisses along the column of Giselle's throat. His teeth grazed her pulse point before he soothed the sting with his tongue. Kylian's hand slid between their sweat-slicked bodies, finding the swollen bud of Giselle's clit. He circled the sensitive nub with deliberate slowness, applying just the right amount of pressure.

"That's it, baby. Let go for me," Kylian encouraged huskily, his voice a sensual caress against her skin.

Kylian's fingers worked Giselle's clit with expert precision as he continued his relentless thrusts. The dual stimulation had Giselle seeing stars, her body tensing and shuddering beneath him.

"Oh god, Kylian!" Giselle cried out, her nails raking down his muscular back. "I'm... I'm so close!"

Kylian could feel Giselle's walls starting to flutter around his cock, a telltale sign of her impending orgasm. He increased the pressure and speed of his fingers, rubbing tight circles around her clit.

"That's it, ma chérie. Cum for me," Kylian growled, his voice rough with lust. "I want to feel you cum on my cock. Now!"

With a few more powerful thrusts, Giselle came with a loud cry, her pussy clamping down on Kylian's shaft like a vice as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her.

As Giselle came apart beneath him, Kylian continued to move, prolonging her orgasm and drawing out her pleasure. The feeling of her spasming around him was exquisite, and he groaned deeply at the sensation.

"Fuck, yes! C’est ma bonne fille," Kylian praised breathlessly, his hips never faltering in their rhythm. "You're so perfect when you come on my cock."

He leaned down, capturing Giselle's lips in a searing kiss. His tongue delved into her mouth, swallowing her cries of rapture. Kylian's hand slid into her hair, gripping the silky strands as he dominated the kiss.

Kylian could feel his release building, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chased his pleasure. With a final, powerful drive of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt inside Giselle, groaning long and low as he came hard.

Kylian collapsed on top of Giselle, his muscular body blanketing hers as he caught his breath. He rested his forehead against hers, a satisfied smirk on his lips.

“Mon Dieu, that was incredible, Giselle,” he murmured, his voice still rough from exertion and arousal. “You are truly exquisite.”

Kylian rolled to the side, pulling Giselle with him so she could comfortably rest on his chest. His strong arms wrapped around her, holding her close as the afterglow of their lust-filled encounter washed over them.

He brushed a few strands of hair from her face, tucking them behind her ear with a tender gesture that was a stark contrast to his earlier dominance.

“Tu m'as rendu fou, ma chérie,” Kylian confessed with a low chuckle. “The way you respond to my touch, the sounds you make when I'm inside you... it's beautiful.”

Kylian smirked as Giselle rested her head on his chest, his fingers idly tracing patterns on her smooth back. The feel of her warm, pliant body against his was utterly satisfying.

"Je suis content que tu aimes ça," Kylian purred, his deep voice rumbling through his chest. "Because I plan on giving you plenty more pleasure, I don't know how I'm going to bring you back to Elise tomorrow morning."

He placed a tender kiss on the top of her head, his lips lingering against her soft hair. Despite the intense, dominant sex, Kylian felt a kinship with Giselle; before taking an intimate turn, their evening had been filled with laughter.

Giselle's eyes fluttered open at the feel of Kylian's fingers trailing along her spine. She gazed up at him through her lashes, a coy smile playing on her kiss-swollen lips.

"You're not going to bring me back?" she teased, her voice still husky from their lovemaking. "What will Elise think if I don't show up tomorrow?"

Kylian chuckled, the sound deep and rich. He rolled Giselle onto her back, hovering over her with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Let Elise think what she wants," he murmured, dipping his head to nip playfully at Giselle's bottom lip. To emphasize his point, Kylian's hand slid down her body, cupping her mound possessively.

“When are you leaving France?” he asked, his fingers tracing light patterns over her.

“I’m heading back to New York next week,” Giselle revealed, her eyes dropping to watch her hand as he leisurely played between her legs.

Kylian's fingers stilled at Giselle's revelation, a flicker of disappointment crossing his handsome features before he quickly masked it with a roguely charming smile.

"Next week? Mais c'est dommage," he murmured, his voice thickening with what sounded like genuine regret despite Giselle not knowing what he said. "We've only just begun to explore the depths of our...connection."

His hand resumed its sensual exploration, fingers gliding along her inner thigh with teasing slowness. Kylian's eyes, dark and smoldering with renewed desire, held Giselle's captive gaze.

"But perhaps we can make the most of the time we have left, non? I know I certainly intend to," Kylian purred, his deep voice resonating through his broad chest.

He leaned down, trailing openmouthed kisses along the column of Giselle's throat.

“What happened to bringing me back to Elise tomorrow morning?” she smirked, her breath hitching and eyes going round as Kylian circled her clit with his finger.

Kylian's lips curved into a slow, wicked grin against Giselle's neck. He lifted his head to meet her gaze, his eyes glinting with mischief and unmistakable desire.

"I’ll bring you back to Elise and your friends if you let me take you to dinner tomorrow night,” Kylian proposed, his voice smooth and persuasive. “Just you and me?”

Giselle's heart raced at the idea of spending more time with him—endless possibilities danced in her mind before it was wiped clean as he pushed his fingers back inside of her.

“Say yes,” Kylian murmured as he curved his digits.

"Yes," Giselle breathed out, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, I'll go to dinner with you tomorrow night."

A slow, satisfied smirk spread across Kylian's handsome face at Giselle's agreement. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he spoke in a low, intimate tone.

"Bonne fille," Kylian purred, his warm breath sending tingles down Giselle's spine. “More?” he asked breathlessly as he felt her clench around his fingers.

“Yes,” Giselle whispered. “I want you.”

Kylian's eyes darkened with lust at Giselle's breathy plea. In one fluid motion, he scooped her up into his strong arms and carried her towards the bathroom, never breaking eye contact.

He set Giselle down on the cool marble counter, stepping between her parted thighs. Kylian's hands slid up her smooth legs, pushing them further apart, his eyes hungrily on her exposed sex.

Stepping away from Giselle, Kylian turned away from her to turn on the shower before he found himself back between her legs.

Kylian's eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of Giselle's glistening sex, spread open before him like a decadent feast. He licked his lips hungrily, his cock already starting to swell and lengthen at the erotic view.

"You're so beautiful," Kylian drawled.

His large hands gripped Giselle's thighs, pushing them further apart as he leaned in close, the tip of his cock resting heavily against her pussy.

Giselle gazed up at Kylian with hooded eyes, her chest heaving with anticipation. She could feel the heat radiating off his muscular body, his hard length pressed against her slick folds.

"Fuck me," she breathed out, her voice trembling with need.

Kylian's eyes flashed with primal hunger at Giselle's plea. With a low growl, he gripped her hips and eased forward, slowly sheathing himself to the hilt in one drawn-out stroke.

Lifting Giselle from the counter as if she were weightless, Kylian walked them into the shower, pressing her back against the wall as his length remained buried inside of her.

Kylian gazed down at Giselle, his eyes dark and intense as the warm water cascaded over their entwined bodies. He rolled his hips, withdrawing almost completely before driving back into her welcoming heat with a low groan.

"Tu es si serrée," Kylian praised breathlessly, his voice rough with arousal.

His hands slid down to Giselle's ass, gripping the firm globes as he set a deep, steady rhythm. Each powerful thrust pushed Giselle up the slick tile wall, the cool surface a delicious contrast to the heat of Kylian's body.

Kylian dipped his head, trailing openmouthed kisses along Giselle's neck and collarbone. His teeth grazed her pulse point before he soothed the sting with his tongue. He could feel Giselle's pulse jumping erratically beneath his lips, a telltale sign of her rising pleasure.

Giselle arched her back, pressing herself more firmly against Kylian as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. Her nails raked down his back, leaving faint red lines in their wake as she clung to him desperately.

"Fuck, Kylian," she gasped, her voice high and thready with need. "You feel incredible; you're so big and hard."

She rocked her hips to meet his thrusts, relishing the way he filled and stretched her so completely. The water swashed around them, creating a symphony of erotic sounds, the slap of flesh against flesh, the hiss of steam, and their rough breaths and moans.

Giselle tugged Kylian’s head back to expose his throat. She licked and nipped at his pulse point before soothing the sting with her tongue, mimicking his actions.

Kylian groaned deeply, his voice rough with pleasure as Giselle's lips and tongue worked over his sensitive throat. The dual sensations of her hot mouth and the cool tile against his back sent sparks of electricity through his body.

Abruptly pulling Giselle’s body from the wall, Kylian clung to her as he stepped out of the shower, carelessly leaving the water running as he carried her back into the bedroom, taking a seat on the edge of his bed.

Kylian guided Giselle to straddle his lap, his large hands gripping her hips as he settled her onto his thick shaft. He groaned deeply as her slick walls enveloped him, enveloping him in her tight, wet heat.

"C'est si bon," Kylian praised breathlessly. "You feel incredible."

He rolled his hips, guiding Giselle as she rode him. The new angle allowed him to reach even deeper, and Giselle let out a breathy moan each time he bottomed out inside of her.

Kylian's hands slid up Giselle's body, cupping and kneading the soft swells of her breasts. He dipped his head, his tongue circling her nipple before drawing it into his mouth as she rode him.

Kylian grunted as Giselle's walls squeezed his thick shaft, her body moving sensually above him. He thrust up to meet her movements, driving himself even deeper into her.

“Oui, just like that ma belle, ride it just like that,”Kylian encouraged huskily, with each panting breath. His hands mapped out the curves of her body reverently, memorizing every dip and swell.

He could feel the tension building rapidly in his loins, his member throbbing and pulsing inside Giselle. He lavished attention on her breasts, suckling and nipping at the tender buds until Giselle was writhing in his lap, her moans growing increasingly desperate.

“I’m going to cum again,” Giselle gasped.

Kylian's hands gripped Giselle's hips tightly as he guided her movements, helping her ride him with deep, sensual rolls of her hips. The feeling of her slick walls gripping his thick shaft was exquisite, and he groaned low and deep each time she took him to the hilt.

"That's it, ma chérie," Kylian encouraged breathlessly, his accent thicker with arousal. "Let me feel you cum on my cock. I want to feel your sweet little pussy."

He leaned in, capturing Giselle's lips in a feverish kiss. His tongue delved into her mouth, swallowing her cries of pleasure as he dominated the kiss. Kylian's hand slid into her hair, gripping the silky strands as he angled her head to deepen the kiss.

Kylian could feel Giselle's body starting to tremble and quake above him, a sign that she was on the edge of another intense orgasm.

Giselle's body shuddered and convulsed as her climax washed over her, her pussy clamping down on Kylian's throbbing shaft like a vice. She threw her head back, a guttural moan tearing from her throat as waves of ecstasy washed through her.

"That's it, ma belle," Kylian groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. "Cum for me. Let me feel you."

He continued to thrust up into Giselle's spasming vagina, prolonging her pleasure and drawing out her orgasm. The feeling of her pussy quivering around him was exquisite, and he groaned deeply at the sensation.

With a few more intentional rolls of his hips, Kylian buried himself deep inside Giselle's quivering core, his cock pulsing as he spilled his hot seed in her.

Giselle gazed at Kylian, her eyes hazy with satisfaction as he spilled his hot seed deep inside her. She could feel each throb of his cock as he emptied himself, the sensation prolonging her own intense orgasm.

"That was incredible," Giselle breathed out, her voice hoarse from her cries of pleasure. She leaned forward, resting her forehead against Kylian's as she tried to catch her breath.

Kylian's hands slid up Giselle's back, his fingers stroking over her damp skin soothingly. He gazed up at her, a satisfied smirk on his handsome face.

"You're incredible," Kylian purred, his deep voice rumbling through his broad chest as he stood from the bed and walked them back into the bathroom, placing her down on the counter.

“Open your legs,” he murmured softly, grabbing a washcloth.

Kylian's eyes raked over Giselle's nude form appreciatively as she perched on the bathroom counter. He stepped between her spread thighs, the warm, damp washcloth in hand.

"You're stunning," Kylian murmured, his voice low and intimate as he began to tenderly clean Giselle's sensitive flesh. "Having you like this is a gift—flushed, satisfied, and dripping with my essence."

His fingers traced idle patterns on her inner thigh as he worked, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Kylian's eyes flicked up to meet Giselle's, a soft smile playing on his lips.

Giselle gazed back at Kylian, her eyes soft and warm as he tenderly cleansed her skin. The intimate act sent a shiver down her spine, a stark contrast to their earlier, frenzied coupling.

"You're not so bad yourself," Giselle teased, her voice low and playful. She reached out, trailing her fingers along Kylian's chiseled jawline. "Having you inside me felt incredible. You filled me up so perfectly."

Kylian's eyes darkened at Giselle's provocative words, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He set the washcloth aside, his hands gripping her thighs possessively.

Kylian leaned in closer, his breath hot against Giselle's ear as he whispered, "Je veux te faire l'amour encore et encore jusqu'à ce que tu ne puisses plus marcher droit."

“What does that mean?” Giselle asked curiously.

His large hands slid up her sides, coming to rest on the curve of her waist as he pulled her flush against his muscular body. Kylian's lips brushed along the sensitive skin of her neck, placing featherlight kisses from her collarbone to her ear.

"I want to make love to you again and again until you can't walk straight," Kylian translated huskily. "You've awakened a hunger in me that I don't think will ever be satisfied."

To emphasize his point, Kylian rocked his hips forward, allowing Giselle to feel the softening evidence of his arousal pressing insistently against her stomach. His eyes, dark and smoldering with barely restrained lust, held Giselle's captive gaze.

“I don't think I can take anymore tonight,” Giselle blushed, her mind craving more despite her body screaming for sweet relief.

“No more tonight,” Kylian drawled as he leaned down, his lips ghosting against hers.

Kylian's large, warm hands gently cupped Giselle's face as he deepened the kiss, pouring all of his passion and desire into it. His tongue delved into her mouth, tangling with hers in a slow, sensual dance that left them both breathless.

When they finally parted, Kylian rested his forehead against Giselle's, their noses brushing softly as they caught their breath. He gazed into her eyes, a tenderness in his expression that made Giselle's heart skip a beat.

"I should let you get some sleep," Kylian murmured, though his body language suggested he was in no rush to leave.

“I’m not ready to go to bed,” Giselle said just above a whisper, as Kylian lifted her from the counter so he could bring her back into his bedroom.

He guided Giselle to the bed, gently laying her down on the soft sheets before settling beside her. Kylian propped himself up on his elbow, his free hand trailing lazy patterns over the smooth expanse of Giselle's stomach.

His hand slid up to cup the soft swell of Giselle's breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple teasingly.

Staying up late into the night sounded better in theory, Giselle allowed Kylian’s hands to roam as she got comfortable in his bed, her eyelids growing heavier with each moment that passed.

Kylian gazed down at Giselle, his expression softening as he watched her drift off to sleep. He brushed a few stray strands of hair from her face, tucking them gently behind her ear.

"Giselle," Kylian murmured softly, his voice low and tender. "You are perfect."

He settled himself beside her, pulling Giselle into his strong arms and holding her close as they both succumbed to the exhaustion of their passionate lovemaking. Kylian's last thought before sleep claimed him was how much he was looking forward to their dinner date the following evening.

Giselle stirred from her slumber as sunlight peeked through the blinds, a soft smile playing on her lips as memories of last night's passionate encounter with Kylian flooded her mind. She stretched languidly in the luxurious bed, reaching her hand across to feel for his warm body, only to find the other side of the bed empty.

A glimpse of the bathroom revealed Kylian standing by the sink, a towel wrapped securely around his waist as water droplets clung to his freshly showered frame. Her eyes raked over his muscular form appreciatively.

As Giselle rose from Kylian's bed, a delicate tenderness spread through her thighs, a lingering echo of their intimacy the night before. The soft sheets whispered against her skin, highlighting the gentle burn that accompanied her movement, a reminder of the passion they had shared.

Sauntering over to the bathroom door, Giselle leaned against the frame, watching Kylian with a playful smile. His broad shoulders flexed as he dried his hair, droplets of water cascading down his chest and into the soft lines of his abdomen.

“Good morning,” she purred, her voice still gravelly from sleep.

Kylian turned, a towel in one hand, and his eyes lit up with a mix of surprise and delight at the sight of her. “Bonjour, ma belle,” he replied as he stepped closer, the towel falling just below his hips and exposing the muscular V that led down to where she knew he still desired her.

Giselle bit her lip at the sight of him, feeling a rush of heat flood her cheeks.

“Did you sleep well?” Kylian asked, genuinely curious as he watched her step into the bathroom, her fingers trailing along the cool marble counter.

“Like a dream,” Giselle replied, her heart racing as he took her hand, pulling her body flush against his.

“What time is brunch with Elise?” Kylian asked as his eyes traced over her body, his cock stirring beneath his towel as his hands came to rest gently on her hips. The heat of his bare skin seeped into hers, sending a pleasant shiver down her spine.

"Brunch is at 11.30," Giselle replied softly, tilting her head to meet Kylian's gaze. Her fingers absently traced patterns on his muscular chest as she spoke.

Kylian's eyes darkened slightly at the mention of the time constraint, a flicker of disappointment crossing his handsome features before he quickly masked it with a roguish grin.

His hands slid down to grip her ass, pulling her even closer until she could feel the hard length of him pressing insistently against her stomach.

Lifting Giselle from her feet, Kylian set her on the edge of the bathroom sink, his body inches away from hers. The tension crackled in the air as he positioned himself between her legs, trapping her in a shared moment of intimacy that made her breath hitch.

“Just a few more minutes?” he pleaded softly, his lips brushing against hers as he leaned in closer, their breaths mingling in the warm air of the bathroom.

Giselle’s heart raced at his closeness, the world outside fading away as she gazed into his dark eyes. “And what do you have in mind for those few minutes?” she teased, a playful smile on her lips.

Kylian’s grin widened, his fingers tracing her waist as he leaned in, their lips just inches apart as he reached down pulling the towel from his waist.

Giselle let out a shaky breath as his fingertips came into contact with her clit, her eyes rounding as he wrapped her hand around his wrist stopping him.

Hopping down from her place on the edge of the sink, Giselle’s eyes remained locked with Kylian’s as sunk down onto her knees.

Kylian gazed down at Giselle, his breath catching in his throat as she sank gracefully to her knees before him. His eyes, dark with barely contained lust, followed her every move.

Giselle's slender fingers wrapped around his thick shaft, stroking it slowly as she admired the impressive length and girth. She marveled at how the smooth skin felt like velvet over the rigid heat beneath.

Maintaining eye contact, Giselle leaned forward and extended her tongue, dragging the tip along the underside of Kylian's cock from base to tip. She lingered at the weeping head, licking up the pearly precum that had gathered there.

Kylian's head fell back, a low groan rumbling in his chest as Giselle's tongue worked over his sensitive flesh. His fingers threaded into her silky hair, gently guiding her as she pleasured him with her mouth.

Kylian's fingers tightened in Giselle's hair as she took him into her hot mouth, a deep groan of pleasure rumbling in his broad chest. He gazed down at her with hooded eyes, drinking in the erotic sight of her soft lips stretched around his thick shaft.

"That's it, ma belle," Kylian praised huskily, his accent thick with arousal. "Take it deeper. I want to feel the back of your throat."

He gently urged her forward, his cockhead nudging the entrance to her throat. The sensation made Giselle's eyes water, but she maintained eye contact, determined to please him.

Kylian's hips rocked subtly, fucking her face with shallow thrusts as she sucked him off. The wet sounds of her slurping and his groans filled the bathroom, an obscene symphony of their passion.

"Yes, just like that," Kylian growled, his fingers tightening in her hair. “Crache dessus,” he instructed with a strained groan. “Spit on it.”

Giselle gazed up at Kylian, her eyes glazed with lust as she followed his command. She pulled back, allowing his impressive length to slip from her lips with a lewd pop. Maintaining eye contact, Giselle extended her tongue, letting a stream of saliva drip down the thick shaft, coating it in a glistening sheen.

"Putain de merde," Kylian groaned, his voice low and gravelly with arousal. "You're incredible."

He gazed down at Giselle, his eyes dark and intense as he watched her work. His cock throbbed and pulsed in her hand, the veins prominent and the head an angry red.

Kylian's free hand slid under Giselle's chin, tilting her face up to meet his heated gaze. "I want to fuck your pretty little mouth," he growled, his accent thicker than ever.

Without need for direction, Giselle sat up on her knees tilting her head back as offered herself to him.

"Putain de merde," Kylian groaned, his voice low and gravelly as he slowly pushed his thick length into Giselle's hot mouth. "You're taking it so well, ma belle."

His fingers tightened in her silky hair as he gently urged her forward, inch by delicious inch, until he could feel the tip of his cock nudging the back of her throat. Giselle swallowed around him instinctively, the muscles fluttering along his shaft.

"Oui, just like that," Kylian praised, his hips rocking subtly, fucking her face with shallow thrusts. "Relax your throat for me. I'm going to fuck your pretty mouth."

He set a steady rhythm, his cock gliding in and out of her stretched lips, coated in a sheen of her saliva. The obscene sounds of his flesh against hers and the wet, slurping noises filled the bathroom.

Giselle felt smug as she continued to suck him, her eyes glistening with lust and mischief as she flicked her tongue over the head of his cock.

Kylian’s head rolled backward as his grip on Giselle's hair tightened and he let out a low growl of pleasure, completely surrendering to the sensation. “Keep going,” he encouraged, his voice a deep rasp as he felt his end nearing.

"That's it, ma belle," Kylian praised, his voice strained with pleasure as Giselle swallowed around his throbbing shaft. "Take it all. I want to feel you swallow every last drop."

He gazed down at her, his eyes dark and intense as he watched her work. His cock throbbed and pulsed in her mouth, the veins prominent and the head an angry red.

She could feel Kylian's grip tightening in her hair, a sign that he was close to the edge. His hips jerked forward as he hit his peak, burying himself to the hilt in Giselle's hot mouth as he came with a shudder.

Allowing his length to fall from her mouth, Giselle let out a moan as she looked up at Kylian, her face and chest dripping with a combination of saliva and arousal.

Taking hold of her dainty hand, Kylian guided Giselle to her feet, their eyes lingering on one another as the last remnants of pleasure coursed through them. His fingers traced over her jawline, tilting her face up toward his as he looked into her eyes.

Giselle felt shy under his gaze, despite the near pornographic evening they'd shared the night before she couldn't help the blush of her cheeks as they held eye contact.

"You're breathtaking," Kylian said softly, his voice laced with sincerity and desire. He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers in a tender but lingering kiss. It sent warmth racing through her body, igniting a wildfire of longing beneath her skin.

Giselle melted against him, her heart racing as she deepened the kiss. She could taste the faint remnants of salt and sweetness from their earlier activities mingling on their lips, a reminder of the pleasure they had shared.

Breaking the kiss, Kylian stepped back slightly, his intense gaze raking over Giselle's flushed form.

“It’s almost time to take you back to Elise,” he smirked knowingly.

“Can I shower first?” Giselle asked.

"I'm not ready to let you go just yet," Kylian replied, a teasing glint in his eyes as he stepped closer again, cupping her face with his hands. "But of course, you can shower."

Stepping out of the bathroom to give Giselle some privacy, Kylian began getting ready for the day ahead. Pulling out a grey Nike sweatsuit for himself, he grabbed another for Giselle placing it on his bed for her.

As Giselle stepped into the shower, the warm water cascaded over her body, washing away the remnants of their passionate night and awakening her senses all over again. The steam filled the room, enveloping her like a soft embrace. She couldn’t help but smile as thoughts of Kylian flooded her mind: his deliciously deep groans, the possessive grip of his hands, and the way he made her feel both cherished and desired. He was a perfect distraction for her volatile emotions the previous evening at Elise and Juels’ engagement party.

When Giselle was done in the shower, she turned off the water before stepping out into the cool bathroom and grabbing a plush towel to wrap herself in.

As she dried off, Giselle caught sight of herself in the mirror, her cheeks still flushed from the memory of Kylian’s touch. The night they had shared felt unreal, a whirlwind of passion that had left her breathless and wanting more. With a satisfied sigh, she stepped into the bedroom, the towel still wrapped around her body, her heart pounding at the thought of what dinner with him later that evening might hold.

Kylian sat on the edge of the bed, now dressed in a snug gray sweatsuit designed for comfort. He looked up as she entered, his dark eyes widening with appreciation as they took in her freshly damp skin and tousled hair.

Kylian stood up and walked over to her with confident strides, each movement fluid and graceful. He closed the distance between them, his gaze locking onto hers with a predatory intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

“When you are ready, I will take you back to Elise,” he said softly, his voice low and inviting, almost like a promise. The warmth of his presence enveloped Giselle, and she felt an undeniable pull toward him.

“Thank you,” Giselle blushed.

“You’re welcome,” Kylian’s eyes glinted with mischief as he stepped away from her in an attempt at showing restraint, grabbing the navy blue Nike sweatsuit from the bed so he could hand it to her.

Giselle took the sweatsuit from Kylian, her fingers brushing against his as she pulled it close to her chest. The fabric was soft and warm, a comforting contrast to the cool air of the room. She couldn’t help but appreciate the way Kylian’s presence seemed to fill the space with a magnetic energy, one that made her heart race.

“Thank you,” she said again, a shy smile playing on her lips as she turned her back to him to slip into the sweatsuit. The sight of her in his clothes, albeit they were sizes too big, made Kylian’s breath hitch somewhat, his eyes lingering on her form as she dressed.

Giselle could feel Kylian's appreciative gaze on her as she pulled the sweatsuit over her head, the fabric enveloping her in a cozy embrace. It was oversized, and she found it amusing how it draped over her, accentuating her figure in all the right places. A sense of comfort washed over her, both from the clothing and the lingering warmth of their earlier intimacy.

As she turned around to face Kylian, the corners of her mouth lifted in a playful smile. "How do I look?" she asked, feigning a model's pose, her hands on her hips.

Kylian's lips curled into a smirk, a spark of admiration flickering in his dark eyes. "Absolutely stunning," he replied, his voice thick with sincerity.

Giselle laughed softly, feeling a warmth spread through her cheeks.

Once she was dressed, Giselle and Kylian made their way downstairs to the lower lever of his home and into his kitchen that looked as though it should have been in Architectural Digest.

“We were a little occupied when we got here last night, but your house is beautiful,” Giselle gushed as she looked around the sprawling state-of-the-art kitchen.

“Thank you,” Kylian smiled as he poured two cups of coffee, handing one over to Giselle.

"Here you go," he said, his eyes sparkling as he watched her take a sip. Giselle relished the rich, bold flavor of the coffee, the warmth spreading through her.

"This is perfect," she said, her voice softening with appreciation. "Just what I needed this morning."

Kylian chuckled, leaning against the counter as he observed her. "I aim to please," he replied with a playful grin. "So, what’s on the agenda for today before brunch?"

Giselle thought for a moment, her mind racing with possibilities. She wanted to savor every second she had with Kylian, knowing that their time together was limited. "Can we stop at a pharmacy on the way to Elise?" she asked, her cheeks flushing. “We didn't use any protection last night.”

Kylian's expression shifted slightly, a flicker of concern crossing his handsome features. He set his coffee cup down and took a step closer to Giselle, his tone turning serious. “Of course, we can. It's important to be safe,” he said, his voice low and reassuring.

Giselle appreciated his immediate response. It made her feel cared for, and she relaxed a little. “Thank you,” she replied, her heart racing not just from their earlier encounter but also from the thought of being responsible.

Once they were ready to leave, Kylian grabbed his keys and offered Giselle his hand, interlacing their fingers as they stepped out into the crisp morning air. The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow over the streets of Paris, making the city look even more enchanting than usual.

As they walked side by side, Giselle couldn’t help but steal glances at Kylian, appreciating the way his confidence radiated with every step. The way he carried himself, combined with the lingering heat of their night together, sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

“So, are you excited for brunch with Elise?” Kylian asked, breaking the comfortable silence between them as they sat in his car.

“Yes, I’m so happy for her and Juels. I can't believe they're engaged,” she smiled as Kylian pushed his foot down on the clutch and his engine roared to life.

Kylian's expression softened as he glanced over at Giselle, clearly enjoying her enthusiasm. "It's a big step," he said, shifting the car into gear and pulling out onto the street. "They seem perfect for each other."

Giselle nodded, her excitement bubbling over. "They really are. I’ve been friends with Elise for so long, and seeing her happy like this just makes my heart swell. I can’t wait to celebrate with them."

As they drove through the picturesque streets of Paris, Giselle felt a sense of contentment wash over her. The city was alive with energy, and she was grateful to share this moment with Kylian. The car ride was filled with light conversation, laughter, and stolen glances that ignited a warmth in her chest.

“So, what’s your plan for the rest of your time in Paris?” Kylian asked, his eyes focused on the road but a hint of curiosity in his voice.

Giselle pondered for a moment, her mind racing. “I have every intention of just going with the flow,” she admitted.

The journey to Elise’s parents' house was pleasantly brief, and before they knew it, Kylian and Giselle found themselves parked in the picturesque driveway of a charming Parisian home. The elegant facade, adorned with intricate moldings and vibrant flower boxes, exuded a welcoming warmth. Surrounding the house were lush green trees, their leaves whispering gently in the soft breeze, setting the perfect scene for a visit filled with nostalgia and warmth.

“Last night was amazing,” Giselle softly, ignoring the warmth in her cheeks.

“And I promise to make tonight even better,” he smirked, his eyes lingering on her plump lips.

Giselle's heart raced at his words, the promise of more nights steeped in passion igniting a flame within her. Tinged with excitement and a hint of trepidation, as she sat with Kylian in his car outside of Elise’s parents' home.

Unbeknownst to Kylian and Giselle, they had attracted a small audience. Elise and Camille discreetly watched from a window that gave them a perfect view of the pair as they sat in the car, wrapped up in a world of their own.

Elise leaned in, nudging Camille excitedly as both women giggled like schoolgirls at their friend, neither of them were aware of the magnitude of her feelings toward romantic love, but they were aware of her disregard for it, so to see her embracing whatever this new connection was made them giddy to say the least.

"Look at them!" Elise whispered, her eyes wide with astonishment. "I know you said they left holding hands last night, but I didn't expect this!"

"I know, right?" Camille whispered back, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "They definitely fucked,”she continued, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, clearly relishing the juicy gossip.

Both women scrambled away from the window and towards the door as Giselle got out of Kylian’s car to scurry towards the front porch, her dress from last night in one hand and heels in the other.

A soft laughter escaped from Camille as she and Elise hurried to open the door, excitement bubbling in their hearts. They had been waiting for this moment, and seeing Giselle on the threshold, a radiant smile plastered across her face, made it all the sweeter.

“Tell us everything!” Elise exclaimed as the door swung open.

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haartemis · 24 days ago

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THE ALCHEMY | PART IV

pairing: kylian mbappe x fem!reader

word count: 6.7k

warnings: smut

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: as always, let me know what yall think :)

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE

two months later

he dreams of you.

it’s not the first time. but it is the first time it feels this real - like you’re actually there, warm and soft beneath him, your body a magnet, pulling him in like gravity itself.

he’s between your thighs, the view in front of him making his head spin. you’re already soaked, needy and desperate, and fuck, that does something to him. his fingers skim the inside of your thigh, spreading you open further. he watches you intently, the way your chest rises and falls, the way your lips part as you breathe out a soft, pleading "kylian…"

his name, spilling from your lips like a prayer.

he groans.

"this good?" he murmurs, dark eyes flickering up to meet yours.

you nod quickly, impatient.

he chuckles, smug, because he loves seeing you like this, loves the way you can barely stay still, the way you need him.

"are you always this greedy?" he teases, dragging a finger through your slick heat.

your breath hitches, hips twitching as you chase his touch.

"are you always this slow?" you manage to quip.

he smirks. you’re never one to hide your annoyance at him.

then he leans in.

the first swipe of his tongue makes you gasp. he groans at the taste of you, wet and addictive, and he instantly wants more. he devours you like it’s his favorite thing in the world, his mouth soft but insistent, a little teasing.

you fall apart for him. your fingers press against his close cropped hair, nails grazing his scalp, and he grins against you because he likes that - likes the way you lose yourself, the way you let him ruin you.

he flicks his tongue against your clit, then sucks, slow and deep.

"fuck-" you gasp, back arching, and that’s it - that’s the sound he wants, the sound he could listen to forever.

"knew you’d be this sweet for me" he murmurs, the words vibrating against your skin.

his fingers slide inside you, easing in effortlessly, curling just right. you’re so warm, so tight around him, and fuck - his cock throbs at the thought of being buried inside you instead.

"you feel good" he rasps, voice thick with desire.

you just moan in response, pressing yourself against his mouth. desperate. needy. perfect.

he wants you completely undone. so he moves his fingers faster, deep, precise, and your whole body trembles.

"kylian" you pant, whimpering, losing control, on the edge.

"let go" he commands softly. "come for me"

and you do. you break apart, shattering, and he groans at the way you grip the nape of his neck, the way you cry out for him.

he keeps going until you’re whimpering, until you can barely catch your breath, until he knows you feel him even in your bones.

when you finally slump back against the sheets, wrecked, he drags his mouth up your body, lips wet as he leans into your ear. this time, his voice isn’t cocky. its soft, almost vulnerable. " ma cherie, don’t disappear on me again, please"

kylian’s eyes snap open, chest rising and falling with slow, heavy breaths. his body is hot, his sheets are twisted, and his pulse is still pounding. for a brief second, he isn’t sure if he’s still dreaming, if he can still taste you on his tongue, still feel the ghost of your fingers against his scalp.

but then reality crashes down on him - he’s alone in his bed, embarrassingly hard from a sex dream where he was giving head to someone he hasn’t spoken to in two months.

yes, you haven’t seen or spoken to each other in two months.

two months since you were pressed against him, your body writhing with pleasure on his lap, every pretense and restraint dropped. since you fell asleep against his chest, the soft glow of the tv casting shadows while meg ryan and billy crystal got their happy ending on the screen. he remembers it vividly - the scent of your perfume. holding his breath, trying to slow his pounding heart, hoping you wouldn’t hear it.

his own words from the dream echo in his head. don’t disappear on me again, please.

like dream-kylian had any right to say that.

this was his doing. his MO, executed to perfection. he'd thought that if he put enough space between you, whatever this was - this annoying, unrelenting pull that so far he’s pretended is nothing more than sexual attraction - would fade. if he ignored the way you looked at him that night on his couch, if he pretended it hadn’t meant anything, then eventually, it wouldn’t. except it hasn’t.

he was good at this, keeping people at arm’s length, creating just enough distance to keep himself safe. but this time, it doesn’t feel protective. it feels like suffocation.

after that movie night at his place, you’d both floated vague plans to stay in touch. nothing concrete - just the kind of half-promises made in the soft haze of a morning after. kylian was heading into a relentless stretch of the season, bouncing between competitions, sometimes playing three matches a week. and you, working for the club, understood better than most how demanding a footballer’s schedule could be.

there were no real expectations, from either of you. but there had been an understanding- an unspoken acknowledgment that the all-out loathing had morphed into something else.

he’d known from the start that you wouldn’t be the one to reach out first. you’d make him chase you, let him feel the weight of his mistakes. it was your way of punishing him for his antics, and maybe, deep down, he knew he deserved it.

but days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months and he never reached out and neither did you. there were no more coincidental run-ins, no more crossing paths by chance. you worked in the corporate offices, far removed from the world of valdebebas where he spent his days. its been a stretch of time full of silence, distance, of not seeing each other at all.

now, two months later, with your dream moans still echoing in his head, he wonders if he miscalculated. if maybe, this time, the game he was so used to playing was costing him more than he expected.

it's a shoot day for kylian, an ad for one of the club sponsors. he’s already on set, ready to go, but for some reason, the production team isn’t. apparently, someone essential from the marketing department is missing. he tries to hide his impatience; his schedule is relentless, every minute accounted for and time spent waiting is time he could be using to decompress, even if just for a moment.

he’s letting out an irritated huff when the door barges open and you walk into the room, frazzled , out of breath, and looking completely out of place. kylian’s face drops, because, well, he doesn’t expect to see you here at all.

“julia had an emergency” you’re murmuring to the production assistant. “everyone else from marketing is on that retreat, so she asked me to fill in. it was very last minute, i came here as soon as i could”

kylian shuffles on his feet as he watches you converse with the production team, nervously waiting for you to look up and notice him. his eyes zero in on your hands, on the ring on your pinkie finger - gold, with an intricate engraving at the center. you play with it absentmindedly, turning as you speak.

the photographer, taller than kylian, scruffy looking, and far too familiar for his liking, seems to notice it too.

"that’s a beautiful ring" he remarks, stepping closer to you. "vintage?"

you glance up, caught slightly off guard. "oh-yeah, it was my grandfather’s”

the photographer grins, nodding in admiration. "where's it from?"

his tone is friendly, maybe just being curious.

“he bought it in morocco, back in the eighties” you say, smiling genuinely.

this irritates kylian. immediately, he hates that you’re smiling at this guy while not even sparing him a glance. he hates the fact that he’s never noticed that ring before, that he doesn’t know the story behind it, that some random photographer has now seen more of you in the past five minutes than kylian has in the past two months.

finally, he interjects, voice sharper than intended. "can we get started?"

the photographer blinks, momentarily thrown off, before nodding and moving along to set up the shot. you, however, finally acknowledge kylian with a detached and professional: “good morning, kylian”

that’s it. you look down to your clipboard before he can respond, already focused on something else. feeling dismissed, kylian just walks away.

the shoot drags. kylian’s patience ,which was never in abundance to begin with this morning, is wearing thin. the lights are hot (which means the room is hot), the photographer keeps making him repeat the same movements, and the jersey he has on is kind of itchy.

then there’s you. your nonchalance only builds on his irritation. he doesn’t like that you’re standing there flipping through your notes like this is any other work day. doesn’t like that you’re answering questions, talking with the photographer, even laughing a little all while acting like he’s just another player to manage.

when the photographer finally calls for a break, kylian walks straight to you, stopping just close enough that you have to acknowledge him.

"let’s get lunch after this"

it’s not a request. more of a statement, delivered in what he hopes is a confident tone.

you don’t even glance up from your clipboard. "no"

his jaw flexes. "why?"

this time, you do look at him, your expression so blank it makes his stomach tighten.

"i already have plans" you say, tone flat. "meeting a friend"

"cancel" he says before he can stop himself.

you raise your eyebrows. "excuse me?"

"cancel" he repeats, slower this time. "have lunch with me instead"

you let out an incredulous chuckle, amusement flickering in your eyes, like you can’t believe his audacity. "oh so because kylian mbappé decided he wants my attention today i’m obligated to drop everything right?"

"that’s not -"

"no, because this is interesting" you continue. "two months of silence, and now i’m supposed to rearrange my plans just because you’re suddenly feeling social"

kylian cringes hard at himself. he rubs his fingers between his brows, exhaling sharply. “okay, yeah. that came out bad, i’m sorry”

“i’ll try again” he straightens, clearing his throat. “can i take you out to lunch or dinner? any time you’re free”

“no” you snap immediately, rolling your eyes. “and can you get the fuck on with this stupid shoot? the sooner you do what the photographer asks, the sooner we can all leave this sauna” you point to his hairline. “and better get the good shots in before your sprayed on corners melt”

kylian’s completely speechless as you flash him the sweetest, fakest smile and saunter away, leaving him standing alone. he should be annoyed. maybe even embarrassed. instead, his lips twitch, fighting back a grin.

he doesn’t know why he’s drawn to someone so hellbent on putting him in his place, but he is. and god help him he likes it.

joining a book club might just be the most ridiculous thing kylian has ever done for a woman. and you're not even his woman (yet).

he gets the idea from his mother. they’re in a meeting discussing a project for his foundation when she notices how often he glances at his phone, hoping for a reply to the texts he keeps sending you. none come, of course. you’re nothing if not stubborn.

"what’s wrong?" she asks finally.

"nothing" kylian mutters.

she gives him a look, one he’s known since childhood, the kind that strips away any chance of deception. don’t even try lying to me.

he caves immediately. “waiting for someone to text me”

“y/n, the girl you claim you hate but won’t admit you like” she says matter of factly. then her brows furrow in a mix of confusion and mild disgust. “why aren’t you texting first?”

“i am” he says, as if it’s obvious. “and how do you know about her?”

“your brother loves to sing about your less than finer moments” she says as she shuffles her notes. “something about a watch and throwing a fit at a restaurant?”

kylian snorts. “ i didn’t throw a fit, and that’s not even the whole story”

she gives him an unimpressed look, the kind that says go on then. he hesitates for a moment, then decides to let it all out - because his mother is his confidant, always has been. he tells her everything, sparing only the explicit details, of course. no need to mention his self sabotaging tendencies either, she knows him better than anyone after all.

when he’s done, she just sighs. “mon coeur, you have a bad habit of getting in your own way”

kylian stays quiet, staring at the floor. he knows she’s right. he’s always known.

after a moment, she nudges his foot with hers. “so, what are you going to do about it?”

he looks up, jaw tight. “i don’t know”

she clicks her tongue. "figure it out, before someone emotionally available and uninterested in wasting her time comes around and sweeps her off her feet"

kylian groans, dropping his head into his arms. “the thing is, I don’t even know how to see her. she’s ignoring me as it is. how am I supposed to -”

“get creative” she interrupts, smirking now, thoroughly entertained by his suffering. “read a romance novel or something. maybe it’ll give you an idea”

it clicks for him just then. at rafael’s dinner party, you’d mentioned a book club offhandedly, saying that’s how you two knew each other.

the next day at training, he sidles up to the physio, voice carefully casual. "what’s the book of the month?"

rafael blinks at him, caught off guard. "what?"

“the book club” kylian clarifies, like it’s something he always asks about. “what are you guys reading?”

rafael gives him a look, but he humors him and tells him the title.

“i love that book!”

rafael squints. "really? you read?"

"of course" kylian lies. he hasn’t touched a book since he was in school.

he claps rafael on the back. “i should join your next meeting. would love to discuss it. such a lovely read, I mean-”

“sure” the physio says, still eyeing him like he’s lost his mind. “you should know its just me and y/n though, and we do a lot of talking. you should come prepared”

and kylian does prepare. as soon as training ends, he texts his assistant asking to pick up the book, and by the time he gets home, the paperback is waiting for him. he immediately dives in. it’s just as boring an activity as he remembered from school; his eyes skim, his mind wanders, but he endures. because, somehow, there’s a need to impress. a desire to make you think highly of him. so he reads. and when he’s done, he finds analysis videos on youtube and watches them too.

when the sunday of the meeting comes, rafael texts to the both of you that his cat is not feeling well and he has to take it to the vet. kylian quickly texts back - hope your cat’s okay - all while in disbelief at his luck; he’s getting one on one time with you, which is something he wasn’t expecting at all. it feels like divine intervention. bless rafael’s cat. may its suffering not be in vain.

he calls you next. surprisingly you pick up.

“why are you hijacking my book club?” you demand before he can even get a word in.

“I’m not hijacking” kylian says innocently. “i politely asked to join. anyway, do you want to come to my place instead of your usual cafe? you know its a hassle for me to get around in public”

“your place? ” you laugh. “so you can get me in your bed again?”

“we didn’t make it to my bed last time” kylian smirks. “we can fix that though, if you’d like”

“i'll pass” you mutter. “It's either the cafe or nothing”

then you hang up.

kylian, somewhat anxiously, puts on a mask and a cap, and makes his way to the cafe you and rafael frequent for your two person book club.

he gets there first, and when you finally walk in, his eyes lock onto you. there’s an effortless confidence in your walk, your posture perfect, and of course you make heads turn. for a brief moment, his mind runs wild and falls into a daydream. he imagines you beside him on a red carpet, a possessive hand on the small of your back as you pose for the cameras. the ritual he usually dreads, turned into a spectacle where he gets to show you off. it’s a fleeting thought, but clear: if you were his, he’d want the world to know.

you take a seat across from him, murmuring your greetings. again, kylian is struck by your beauty, by the way you effortlessly infiltrate his senses, leaving no room for anything else.

"you're late," kylian says as you settle into your seat.

"oops" you reply, entirely unbothered.

he huffs out a laugh, then signals the waiter. coffee for you, herbal tea for him - he doesn’t do caffeine.

“how are you?” he asks. “how’s life? did you cut your hair again, by the way? It looks nice”

you blink, caught off guard. “...yes” then, with a smirk: “you pay too much attention to me, lottin. you need a hobby”

you tap the book on the table, a clear attempt to steer the conversation away from yourself. “like reading, maybe. how’d you like this one?”

kylian slides the book away from your reach. "first i want to say sorry-"

you groan, cutting him off. "not this again"

“no, i’m serious” kylian exhales. here goes - first time being honest about this to someone out loud. “ i tend to self sabotage sometimes, to run away when i get scared - emotionally i mean. that's why i've sort of gone quiet the past couple months. it's been like that for a long time, and obviously its nothing to do with you and everything to do with me”

“clearly” you snort.

kylian gawks at you.

you arch a brow. "what? you think i was sitting here wondering, why isn’t he calling me? there must be something wrong with me?" you scoff. "i’m a catch. obviously you’re the problem"

you flick a stray curl out of your face, smirking, and kylian can’t help but stare.

then, leaning in, your voice drops, more serious now. "it wasn’t like that at first, though. i resented you for how you treated me that night in paris. it messed with my self esteem for a while. you made me feel... inadequate” a pause. “but now i know better. you were the problem, not me. so, like... it’s whatever. and you did apologize"

his stomach twists. he knew he'd hurt you that night, but hearing it put so plainly and so directly makes him hate himself a little for it.

he meets your gaze again, face turning more solemn. " i'm really sorry for that. i regret it so much.. i think it's the ugliest manifestation of my stupid issues, and it had to be on you, someone i really liked from the get go"

you play with a napkin on the table. "and after the night at your place… well, you said it yourself. you run"

"i want to change" kylian says earnestly. "i want to do better, because i like you. and i want to get to know you, not just sleep with you, and -"

the waiter arrives with your drinks, cutting him off. kylian silently prays he hasn't overheard much of your conversation - the last thing he wants and needs is his business to be all over the internet.

"thanks" he murmurs to the waiter as he watches you take a careful first sip of your cappuccino. a small cloud of foam clings to your lips, and he watches, slightly transfixed, as your tongue peeks out of your mouth and lick it away. this shouldn't be as sensual as it is, but kylian who’s been left to fend for himself with nothing but his hands lately (and is bizarrely haunted by dreams where he begs for you) finds the simple action oddly obscene. he’s so distracted, he barely registers the sting when he tears open a sugar packet too carelessly, the sharp edge giving him a papercut. kylian snaps his eyes away from you, hissing under his breath and shaking his hand out.

"smooth" you tease, watching him examine the tiny wound.

he glances up at you, a small smile on his face. "you want to kiss it better?"

“you’re such a baby” you sigh, shaking your head.

but then you reach across the table, taking his hand in yours, running your thumb over the tiny cut. kylian stills, his breath hitching a little.

you slip your hand into your bag and pull out a tube of aquaphor. he watches, swallowing, as you dab his finger with a napkin. there’s something absurdly intimate about it, the tenderness in your touch, the way you hold his hand like it's something delicate. “anyway” he says, voice quieter now, “what i was getting at before is that i promise i'll cut out this bullshit going forward. obviously i haven't done much to prove my worth, but i want to show you. can i take you out on a date?”

you don’t look up as you smooth a tiny amount of ointment over the cut. "kylian, you say you want to change. i want to believe you, because i like you too, and i want to get to know you better. but first you need to prove to me you actually mean what you say"

"there" you say when you’re done. you meet his gaze, your touch featherlight. “all better”

not quite.

for a moment, disappointment flickers inside him. rejection, no matter how gentle, stings. and kylian isn’t used to that feeling. but it doesn’t linger, not really, because kylian thrives on challenges. his entire life has been built on discipline, persistence, proving himself to people. he has never ever wanted anything more than to be worthy of the things he desires most. and if that’s what it takes to win you over, then so be it.

his fingers shift, brushing against yours, his grip tightening just slightly. when he speaks, it’s with quiet conviction: "i will"

you give him a shy smile, a hopeful one. for now its enough.

"okay" he blurts, a few moments later. "can we talk about the book now? i actually did read it "

you laugh, and its the best sound he’s heard in a while.

three months later

"mbappé is so well spoken" ana, your co-worker from the comms department, remarks over lunch one day, her tone full of admiration. "not too wordy, always straight to the point. every time i upload his press conference quotes, i’m like, ‘damn’”

"i know, right?" you perk up slightly. "he’s actually really smart. i don’t think people give him enough credit for that, and he’s also-"

you stop mid-sentence, suddenly aware of the way your friends are staring at you, wide eyed, like you've just declared the earth is flat.

"am i hearing this right?" daniel asks, incredulous. "are you... complimenting mbappé?"

you shrug, quickly dropping your gaze to your food, hoping they won’t make a big deal out of it.

“he’s a decent guy, i’ve realized” you shrug, trying to sound casual. in reality, and not for the first time, a paranoid part of you feels like you let something slip, like i have a crush on kylian mbappé is suddenly embarrassingly scrawled across your forehead in big bold letters.

you can’t help but find it amusing, how everything has shifted since the three months since he said he’d ‘prove’ himself to you. what started as pure loathing, then morphed into annoyance, then grudging respect and acceptance of attraction, is now teetering on something more scary. your entire perspective on him is being rewritten. that supposed arrogance? turns out, it was just confidence, a man aware of his capabilities and potential, someone moving through life unapologetically self-assured. and that self-absorbed image you once had of him? it couldn’t be farther from the truth – you see it now, in the way he interacts with people around him, how everyone who knows him speaks highly of him, the way he quirks his eyebrows whenever he gives someone his undivided attention in conversation , eyes sparkling slightly.

yes, you think about his eyes sparkling often. it's quite troubling.

he’s a regular fixure in your life now, a constant you never thought he’d become the day you saw him walk into your office for the very first time. a close friend, if you will.

it started with him showing up to the book club again. you’d thought it was a one time thing the first time, but kylian kept coming, kept reading the books. then he started inviting you over whenever ethan visited (you’d stayed in touch with his little brother over instagram, bonding over your shared love for bullying kylian). little by little, you got to know him better, and it was terrifying, because everything you learned just made you like him more.

there’s no denying he’s your dream man, kind, ambitious, funny. he gets on your nerves a lot; you bicker over the most trivial things, and somehow, every argument leaves you wanting to kiss him senseless. not that he doesn’t know. he probably knows full well how much you want him, but this time he’s waiting for you to break first. after all, you’re the one who set an ultimatum.

you never thought there'd be a list of things about him you'd find endearing, but there are: his very loud laugh, which never fails to make you smile, the childlike joy he gets from playing football, he way he adorably messes up the pronunciation of some english words in an effort to sound perfect.

time passes. your liking of him grows. for his birthday, you get him a cake that says happy birthday to my fave manwhore who can’t drive. he gives you a long, slightly confused look when he sees it, and that same evening, you and kylian spend his 26th birthday watching clueless.

you send him memes of himself, clips from tiktok of people making fun of his interviews. there are some edits, the kind that make your eyes go wide that you save but don’t send. not that you’re lacking in kylian thirst traps: when he goes to dubai for christmas break, he sends you shirtless pictures unprovoked, to which you keep replying with a '???' but stare at for far too long.

he sends you pictures of himself at the beach too, playing with his niece and nephew who he doesn’t get to see nearly enough these days because of the distance. one evening, you even meet his niece over facetime, a sweet, chatty little girl who instantly makes things awkward by asking if you’re tonton kyky’s girlfriend. her mother hurriedly comes into frame profusely apologizing, before whisking her daughter away. kylian just chuckles awkwardly and changes the subject.

you joke that he should throw away his bucket hats if he ever wants a shot at taking you out. the next day, he’s not wearing one, opting for a cap instead. when you clarify that you were joking (because, unfortunately, his sometimes questionable fashion sense isn’t putting you off this man), the ugly bucket hats make a triumphant return.

when he gets back, he gifts you a corny will you be my habibti? t shirt and an expensive bottle of perfume. that’s another thing you learn about kylian: he’s generous to people he cares about. with his money, yes, but also with his time - what little of it he actually gets to dictate. he’s attentive, remembering things you mention offhandedly, things even you forget you’ve said.

and you can’t help it, you open up to him, confiding in him your fears, your anxieties. you tell him your growing dissatisfaction at your job, how your boss keeps singing your praises but drags his feet on the promotion he said would come months ago. how you’re secretly interviewing at other jobs, testing the waters, seeing if there’s anything else out there that’s going to enable the growth you envision for yourself. little by little, kylian lets you in a well, telling you about how it really feels adjusting to life in madrid, how the loneliness he initially felt was waning thanks to his new friends, his teammates he’s now closer to, and you. it makes your stomach flutter, the knowledge that you’re becoming an important part of his daily life, like he is becoming in yours.

one day, while working from home, your laptop propped on the kitchen table, you hear an insistent knock at the door. when you open it, you’re met with an unexpected sight - kylian, standing on your doorstep, holding a massive bouquet of flowers and a small gift bag.

"kylian?" you blink, caught off guard. "what are you doing here?" then, before he can answer, you add quickly "come in"

you step aside to let him in, still trying to process his presence in your tiny apartment. he shouldn’t be here, not when he’s recovering from a flu that’s kept him out of the copa del rey match today. you’d sent him a text checking on him in the morning, and the worrying update he’d given afterwards was a brief complaint about the fever being bad enough that he had to warn the coaching staff. so you really didn’t expect him to see him at your door today.

yet here he is, cheeks slightly puffy, eyes watery and bleary with exhaustion, bundled up in a warm sweater.

“congratulations!” he says weakly, brandishing the flowers to you. “had to personally deliver these”

you take the beautiful flowers from his hand, face heating, not really sure what you’re being congratulated for. “...thank you?”

he sees the confusion on your face. “i heard you got that promotion. your boss is a blabber mouth by the way, i ran into him at the car park the other day”

“ohh” you say in realization, chuckling. “thanks. i’m not taking the promotion, though. i actually just put in my two week notice. i got the job i was telling you about”

kylian's brows lift in surprise, and for a moment, he just stares at you, processing your words. then, slowly, he grins.

“no way” his voice is hoarse and croaky from being sick, but there’s warmth in it. you can tell he’s really happy for you. “you got it?”

“i got it” you confirm, a little breathless, still getting used to saying it out loud.

his eyes soften, and he shoves the small gift bag into your hands. “open it”

you rip off the wrapping and find a jewelry box inside. when you open it, a beautiful gold necklace catches your eye. you can’t help but gasp a little, totally taken by how pretty the pendant is as you hold it up to the light. but then you gasp even louder when you realize the pendant has the same design as the signet ring you’ve had forever - your grandfather’s ring, the one you’ve kept all these years.

“how-what-” you stutter, totally speechless.

kylian watches you with a small smile, clearly enjoying your reaction. "i saw you wearing the ring during that photoshoot a while back" he says. "and when i went to morocco a couple weeks ago.. well you know i have my ways-” he winks, but sneezes loudly immediately after, throwing off his attempt at being smooth. “- anyway, i asked around and found the jeweler who made it, and luckily they’re still in business. had them make a matching necklace”

“thank you, kylian,” you say softly, blinking against the tears welling up in your eyes. this is, without a doubt, the most thoughtful gift you’ve ever received. you run your fingers over the pendant, still in awe, your chest tightening with something overwhelming and warm

before you can overthink it, you step forward and wrap your arms around him. he stiffens for half a second, probably because you never hug him, but then he melts into it, sighing against your hair as his arms slide around your waist.

“i really love it” you mumble against his shoulder.

“yeah?” his voice is quieter.

“yeah”

he pulls back slightly, just enough to look at you. his hands linger at your waist, maybe intentionally, and you don’t miss his eyes flickering down to your lips for a second.

“come here” he murmurs. “i want to put it on you”

you turn around, heart hammering as he gently lifts your hair and clasps the necklace around your neck. his fingers brush against your skin, and you feel goosebumps rise where he’s touched you. you don’t want his touch to leave you.

“perfect” he says, and when you turn back to face him, he’s already watching you like he’s thinking the same thing.

but of course, the moment is ruined when he screws up his face, and after muttering a quick ‘sorry’, sneezes loudly.

with his grand romantic gesture interrupted by sneezing two times now, you sit him down on your couch and make him tea, and somehow, some minutes later he ends up stretched out on your couch like he lives here, bundled up in a blanket he stole from your bed.

“you know what’s great about you quitting?” kylian mutters from the couch. “i mean, besides the pay raise and growth opportunities you’ll get at your new job”

you hum in expectation, raising an eyebrow as you glance over from your laptop.

“we when we start dating, it won’t cause complications” he says, chuckling. “you won’t have to tell hr, or anything”

“when, and not if?” you tease. “that confident?”

“very confident” he says. “and you know what, i already know where our first date will be: paris. I’ll show you my city”

you laugh, shaking your head at him.

you fall into a comfortable silence where you keep working, fingers tapping against the keyboard as he lounges there, half asleep. every now and then, you hear him shift, adjusting the blanket or sighing softly. at one point, he mutters something incoherent, and when you glance over, he’s blinking at you sleepily, like he’s fighting to stay awake.

“what?” you ask.

he just stares at you for a second, eyes heavy lidded, voice thick with exhaustion when he finally says, “nothing. just.. you look nice when you’re focused”

your fingers falter over the keyboard. you try to ignore the way your pulse stutters at his words, how the weight of his gaze lingers on you even after he closes his eyes again.

thankfully for kylian, being a football prodigy means he has never known (and will never know) the trauma of a microsoft teams notification ping. so he sleeps on, undisturbed, curled up in the middle of your space like he belongs there.

you touch the necklace laying on your chest every couple minutes as you work. your eyes keep wandering to the flowers now sitting in a vase. you’re so giddy, so happy to be seen and to be known like this. and all from the man napping on your couch. the person you thought you’d never like as a person, much less romantically. funny how life works.

employees get the occasional perk: a ticket to a home game at the bernabeu. seeing as these are your last few days as a real madrid employee, you don’t want to miss what could be your final chance to watch a match from the stands. you want to soak it up, to fully live in it.

so here you are, inside the stadium, weaving through the crowd on your way to your seat. but first, a quick stop at the restroom - you’ve come straight from the office after a long day, and you could use a splash of cold water to the face.

as you stand at the sink, washing your hands, you catch a woman glancing at you in the mirror. when you turn to offer a polite smile, she meets your gaze.

“hi” she says warmly. “you probably don’t remember me, but i remember you”

you blink, trying to place her. “hi…yeah, i don’t think i do” you admit sheepishly.

she laughs. “no worries. you must have a lot of people running around like headless chickens, asking where the conference rooms are”

and then it clicks. last year, in the office, on your way to the break room, she had stopped you to ask for directions. she even complimented your nails, you remember now.

“i do remember!” you brighten. yet, something about her still tugs at you, like you’ve seen her face a thousand times before.

“i was here negotiating my son’s contract” she adds with a knowing smile.

and that’s when it hits you. the resemblance is unmistakable. she looks just like him.

“oh” your stomach flips. this isn’t how you imagined meeting kylian’s mother. “well, i’m glad you’re back, its good to see you again. i hope you enjoy the match tonight”

you move to dry your hands, but she stops you, eyes twinkling. “ you’re y/n, right? i’ve heard a lot about you.” her tone is teasing. “why don’t you join me tonight? the seats are pretty nice”

and just like that, you find yourself watching the game from the vip section, seated next to kylian’s mother.

before kickoff, you shoot kylian a quick text: ran into your mom and now we’re sitting together. she’s already told me a million embarrassing stories, and i’ll dig for more if you bore me!!

he doesn’t bore you. in fact, the entire team plays what is probably their best match of the season. kylian scores a hat trick, and the stadium erupts with every goal. his mother remains composed each time he scores, but you catch the glint of pride in her eyes, the quiet joy of a mother watching her son finally hit his stride after a rough start to the season.

after the match, fayza invites you to join her and kylian for dinner at his house. you hesitate, not wanting to intrude on what’s likely one of the rare moments they get to catch up, but she doesn’t let you get away that easily.

“please” she insists. “i want to get to know my son’s best friend in madrid”

you don’t stand a chance. now you understand where kylian gets his charm from.

“okay” you say, smiling shyly as you nod.

together, you make your way to the underground car park to wait for him. he’s still making his rounds—talking to journalists, answering questions, stopping for pictures with fans. it’s quieter down here, the hum of engines and the distant murmur of departing spectators filling the space. from where you stand, you catch glimpses of him through the crowd. his energy is magnetic. it’s his night, his hattrick, his triumph, and the joy radiating off of him is infectious.

when he finally joins you, he’s bouncing his signed match ball against the floor, his excitement still buzzing through him. his mother greets him first, and then he turns to you, wrapping you in a tight hug that catches you off guard. he smells like body wash and his usual cologne, the warmth of his hoodie pressed against you, and beneath it all, you can hear the steady, fast beat of his heart.

“congratulations” you murmur. “you were amazing”

“thanks” he grins again, bouncing the ball again before holding it up to you and pulling out a sharpie from his pocket. “can you sign this for me?”

you blink at him, surprised. “me?”

he nods, his expression softening. “it’s your last day here. i feel like we should mark it somehow”

the sentiment catches you off guard, but you’re extremely touched. kylian has been surprising you a lot lately. and every single day, you keep falling.

you take the sharpie from him, searching for a free spot among the messages from his teammates - inside jokes, congratulations, doodles squeezed between signatures. finally, you find a space just big enough. you hesitate for a second, then, biting back a smile, you write:

congratulations, ky <3. trip to paris to celebrate?

later, in the car, the night stretching out around you, you sit side by side in the backseat. somehow, your hands find each other in the dark, fingers intertwining like second nature. his thumb brushes absentmindedly over the back of your hand as if he’d done it a hundred times before.

you watch as he turns the match ball in his lap, examining the messages under the shifting yellow glow of the streetlights. then, he pauses. his fingers trace over your writing slowly, as if reading it again and again.

when he finally looks up, his smile is so wide his dimples pop. and in that moment, you know he knows he’s won.

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insidekatmind · 3 months ago

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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.

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emeraldlusts · 27 days ago

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Obsessed - A Kylian Mbappé oneshot

Warning : smut, minors DNI, 18+ only Note : may contain spelling and translating mistakes

“I don’t understand,” Kylian sighed, running his hand through his hair. “Have I done something ?”

“There’s nothing to understand,baby, and it has nothing to do with you. I just don’t feel too good about myself today. It’s alright, I’ll snap out of it.”

Of course he didn’t understand. He was Kylian.

Strong, confident, unwavering, Kylian.

Admired, worshipped, loved by millions, Kylian.

How could he ever understand what it felt like to have a low self-esteem day. Being with him was one of the best things that had ever happened to you, but sometimes, just sometimes, it also felt a little too heavy.

He was that perfect being that never seemed to have any problem with himself. And whenever he had, he just seemed to thrive on finding solutions and tactics to make them go away. You couldn’t help but somehow compare yourself to him, and on those days, your differences in personality made you feel dizzy. You couldn’t quite comprehend why he hadn’t chosen someone as vibrant and confident as him, someone whose aura shone as bright as his own.

“I don’t want you to snap out of it, I want you to explain it to me. Make me understand,” he gently replied, his hand grabbing yours before pulling you down gently onto him on the couch.

You felt your heart tightened in your chest as you tried to think of a way to make him understand. You didn’t want him to take any of it personally and you also didn’t want to sound like a baby.

“It’s just sometimes I get overwhelmed by your world… By you. You know ? Like who you are, the people you know, the millions of people who know you and sometimes, I kind of feel like a fraud. Because I’m just like any of the other girls who lusts over you and who would kill to even just get a picture with you. Yet here I am,” you put a hand on his thigh as if to accentuate your point. “Everything is so big and I feel so small compared to all that.”

“I make you feel small ?” he immediately reacted, his eyes widening a little.

“No, no, no ! Absolutely not what I said,” you replied in a chuckle. “I’m just very normal and you’re anything but that.”

He wrapped both arms around your body and brought you to his chest as he seemed to be thinking about your words for a minute. His fingers were tracing random patterns over your shirt, which made you relax and soften a little. Or maybe it was the fact that your face was now buried into his neck and all you could smell was the heady combination of his skin and his cologne.

“Has it ever occurred to you that I wish I could offer you a simpler life ?”

“No… ?” you replied after thinking about it for a few seconds. It truly hadn’t because it didn’t make sense to you.

“Well, I do. All the time.”

You tried to pull away from him a little to take a look at his face and try to make some sense of what he was saying, but he only tightened his grip, prolonging the hug.

“I’m well aware of what being with me means. The extra precautions we have to take before doing anything, before going anywhere, before even planning anything. I’m painfully aware of the fact that by accepting to be my girlfriend, you gave up on most of the things that actually make a relationship- and life, enjoyable : going out on dates every week, enjoying peaceful holidays, having dinners with friends out on terraces during summer… And most importantly, not having to actually think about any of that, and letting things happen spontaneously...” You felt his chest rise as he took a deep breath. “I chose this life. I’ve always wanted to be a successful footballer and the life I have right now is a direct consequence of me fulfilling my dream. But you didn’t. And I’m sorry you have to bear those consequences too.”

You were now gently pushing against his chest to force him to release you so that you could look at him properly.

“Are you out of your mind ?” you let out in a breathe, not believing what you were hearing. “Kylian, I wouldn’t even have dared to dream about the life you’ve offered me. It’s not perfect for sure, but no life ever is. But the places we’ve been, the experiences we’ve had… I don’t care for a second that we’ve had to consider whether there would be paps or not. It’s way more than I could ever have asked for.” You were speaking rapidly, needing him to understand just how grateful you were for all of it. “But most importantly : you. Just being with you, getting to share your life, whatever that means… It’s worth it ‘cause it’s you !”

A small smile had formed on his face at your words and he slowly leaned in before placing his lips on yours in a tender kiss.

“I get it, but then why can’t you accept that I feel the same ? That I don’t want anything else but you ?”

“I don’t know… Again, because I’m normal. And I guess you could have something a lot more exciting,” you replied, your eyes lowering as your voice died in your throat.

“More exciting ?” he repeated, tilting your head back up to meet his eyes with one finger under your chin. “How could I ever find anything more exciting ?”

You searched his eyes for any trace of amusement, because the answer seemed evident to you, and you were wondering if he was making fun of you.

“Do I have to explain it to you ?” he said, his voice a little lower now, “just how obsessed I am with you ?” he clarified at your questioning look.

“Kylian,” you started, not sure what it was exactly that you wanted to say. Both his hands were now on your hips as you straddled his thighs and you felt his fingers gently dig into your skin.

The tension that was nonexistent only a few minutes ago seemed to grow stronger with every passing second now. Kylian was searching your face as a plan started to form in his head. He couldn’t believe you were feeling that way, and even though you had started by telling him that it had nothing to do with him, he understood that he had failed to show you the depth of his adoration for you.

He delicately grabbed your face and pressed his lips down on yours once more. He gave you a few seconds to respond before deepening it, trying to pour all of his passion in that kiss. He needed you to understand, it was now his mission.

Before you could comprehend what was happening, he had risen from the sofa, taking you with him in his arms. He started walking through the house, then up the stairs and into the bedroom, his strides long and steady, as if you weighed nothing.

“I’m obsessed with the way your body feels against mine,” he started, his lips leaving yours just long enough to murmur that phrase before kissing you again.

“Oh god, you don’t hav-” you started to protest but he pulled away and shook his head before interrupting you.

“I love the way you instantly relax when I wrap my arms around you ; you have no idea what it does to me… Sometimes when we’re out in public and I see you tense up at something, paps, fans, whatever… It takes everything in me not to pull you into a hug just to feel all of you relax the way you just did earlier.”

While he was talking, he put you down on the center of the bed, making sure the pillows were right under your head as he hovered over you, resting on his forearms on both sides of your face.

“I can’t get enough of the way you throw your head back when you laugh, a genuine laugh. You also scrunch up your nose a little and sometimes I find it adorable,” he kissed the tip of your nose as he said that before you noticed his eyes darken a little. “But most times all I can think about is how soft your neck feels against my lips when I kiss you there. And the effect it has on you. Every time.”

He slowly and very deliberately brushed his lips down your jaw, before reaching your neck and kissing the spot right under your ear, his tongue darting out to before nipping at the skin with his teeth.

A sigh immediately left your lips as you tilted your head back, your eyes closing shut as you gave him more access.

“Exactly like that,” he hummed appreciatively as he continued his sweet, sweet assault on your neck. “Can I try something ?” he murmured against your skin.

“Hmm ?” you replied, already lost in him, the things he did to you.

He barely detached himself from you as he reached toward his bedside table to retrieve his sleeping mask.

“I want you to focus only on my voice and my touch,” he explained as he waited for your approval. You hesitated for a second, not knowing what he had in mind, but curiosity got the best of you and you gave him the little nod he was waiting for.

He slipped the mask over your eyes and secured it behind your head before gently pressing his lips down on yours again. Your left hand immediately reached for his arm, needing to touch him to anchor you into the room. The darkness felt foreign but you trusted him with your life and you knew that whatever he had in mind, he was going to make you feel good. More than that, he was probably going to leave you breathless, panting, unable to recover for a little while.

“I’m still amazed at the connection we share in the bedroom ; the way you respond to my every touch, my every word. The way you can make me lose my mind with a single stroke as well.” His lips were back on your neck and you could feel the heat between your legs, the fabric of your panties beginning to soak through.

“I need you, Kylian, please,” you moaned, your head now fully tiled back as you arched your back to press yourself against him.

“Now, that’s another thing,” he continued, his arm sliding behind your back to keep you pressed against him. “Your impatience never fails to arouse me,” you could hear the smirk in his voice as he trailed his fingers under your shirt and started caressing your skin, his touch featherlight, making you sigh his name again.

His hand slowly traveled up until it reached your breast, he cupped one boob and proceeded to brush his thumb back and forth over your erect nipple. Your lips were now parted, your breathing shallow as you felt your skin burn with desire under his ministrations.

“Can you feel yourself moving, baby ?” he asked, his lips now back by your ear. “It’s very subtle, but your hips keep bucking up each time I brush against your nipple.” he explained and you had to focus a little but you eventually realized it was true. Your body was moving in rhythm with his touch. “And then when I do this,” he pinched your peak between his thumb and index, making you gasp. Your hips instantly thrusted upward, your core pressing firmly against his bulge, seeking friction. “Gosh, Y/N, I swear that could make me cum right on the spot.”

He kept playing with your breasts for a while, driving you completely crazy until you were a moaning mess under him. You needed him to quit teasing and start touching you where you needed him most. Your panties were completely soaked and your throbbing core needed attention, badly.

“I wish you could see yourself right now,” he groaned, “head back, cheeks flushed, teeth grazing your bottom lip, chest rising rapidly, trying to catch your breath… Actually, one day I’ll make you stand in front of a mirror, and I’ll make you watch yourself as I touch you all over.”

It sounded like a promise and you knew that now that he had put that idea in his head, he would make it happen sooner or later. He was always keen on trying new things in the bedroom, new ways to pleasure the both of you, to take the intensity a step further. You were pretty certain you would end up having a heart attack in his bed one day, unable to take all the pleasure he was giving you.

“You’re not touching me all over right now,” you finally managed to protest

You heard him chuckle and that did it for you. You had had enough and decided right in that instant that you would take matters into your own hands. You slid your fingers down your body and lower stomach before slipping them under the waistband of your panties. You were just about to let your fingers glide between your wet folds when Kylian wrapped his own hand around your wrist and stopped you in your tracks.

“Oh, baby, baby, baby…” he trailed, “I’m fascinated by how often you seem to forget who’s in control in the bedroom.” he admonished teasingly. “I love that you keep defying me, and I think you only do it because you know it’ll only make me more dominant. Nothing makes you moan louder, or makes you come harder than when I take complete control and have you surrender yourself to me.”

He was absolutely right and you hated him for it. You hated that despite the throbbing heat growing between your thighs at this moment, you still secretly wanted him to play with you until you couldn’t take it anymore. And then play some more just to remind you that he could.

“But about what you just did, I think I’d like you to touch yourself for me one day. No blindfold though, I’ll want you to look at me and hold my gaze the whole way through, even as you make yourself come with your fingers, my name falling from your lips.”

“Oh god…” you whined.”Please, I’m sorry, I just- just need you down there,” you confessed.

Kylian decided to take pity on you and gently lifted your shirt up over your head, then discarded you of your shorts and panties, mesmerized by the way you gasped as the cool air of the room hit your aching pussy.

“Turn around, baby ; hands and knees,” he instructed before helping you get settled in your new positions as you still couldn’t see anything.

He parted your ass cheek with both his hands, admiring the view before trailing a single digit down to your dripping entrance.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he spoke, his voice low as if coming directly from his chest. “You, in that position, ready and willing to be taken as I please. You don’t know how many times I’ve touched myself just thinking about you like that. So many different things could happen from there.” With that he slid his finger past your fold and curled it immediately, making you jerk back in pleasure, your back arching a little more.

“Was that what you wanted ?”

“Yes, oh yes, thank you.” you moaned, as you uncontrollably started moving your hips back and forth, fucking yourself on his index finger.

You heard Kylian’s zipper as he decided to free his pulsing erection, the pressure of his pants on it becoming unbearable. He gently teased a second finger at your entrance before letting it slip in, stretching you that little bit more as he could already feel your walls flutter around his digits.

“How could I ever want anything else ?” he murmured to himself as he watched your body move under him. Your back was arched as far as it could go, making your ass lift up in a way he could never get sick off.

He brought his other hand back on your left ass cheek before giving it a stinging slap, making you yelp. Then almost immediately his thumb started tracing circles around your second hole, making you tense instantly. Kylian didn’t miss the way your pussy spammed around his fingers though, as you stopped breathing for a second.

“I love how you’re still holding back just there,” he applied a small pressure on your hole, “even though I can feel what the mere thought of it does to you.”

“Kylian…” you warned in a whisper.

“I won’t ever go there, or anywhere, without your consent. You know that baby.” he reassured as he slipped his arm around your body, and found your clit with his free hand, making you relax instantly. “But one day, when you’re ready to explore that part with me, I promise I will take you places you’ve never been…”

“I can b-barely handle where you’re already taking me,” you moaned as his thumb was now rubbing your clit vigorously. His fingers were still buried deep in your pussy, curling up and hitting the one special spot only he could reach. “So close,” you managed to add, as if he didn’t know already.

Kylian was feeling a warmth spread through his chest at your words. He took immense pride in knowing he could push the boundaries of your pleasure, and even greater pleasure in seeing you completely lost in it, your mind disconnected as all you could do was let your body take over and hope it would be strong enough to handle the shattering orgasm that was about to take over you.

You let out a half-moan, half-scream as the knot in the pit of your stomach finally snapped. Your arms gave in and you let your face fall into the pillow under you as the gigantic wave took you over, making your thighs tremble, your pussy clench almost painfully and your eyes tear up in pure pleasure.

“Kylian,” you rasped out as his fingers kept moving at the same rhythm, determined to draw every last streak of crushing pleasure out of you.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. In that instant all he could think about was how this is what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. Bringing you to orgasm, pushing you over the edge. Over and over.

He pulled his fingers away from your clit as soon as he felt you shudder ; not that he wasn’t into overstimulation, but that would have to be for another day. He kept thrusting his two fingers in and out of your pussy though, stretching you still as he stroked his rock hard cock, spreading the precum over the swollen head.

“I need you so bad, Y/N,” he moaned, waiting for you to catch your breath before placing his tip at your dripping entrance.

“Please,” you replied, pushing your ass back into him to make him know you were ready for him.

Truth was, you were always ready. Or rather, you were always needy for him. Because no matter how hard he could make you cum with his fingers or with his mouth, nothing ever compared to the feeling of his shaft buried deep inside you, stretching you to a point where pleasure and pain couldn’t be dissociated anymore.

He entered you slowly, his hands separating your ass cheeks once more to watch himself disappear into you. You gasped at the sensation, your pussy sensitive from his previous assault.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he let out in a breathe as he pushed his pelvis against your ass, making sure he was as deep as he could go.��

He started thrusting in and out, fairly slowly at first, to make sure you could adjust ; then he picked up his pace, chasing his own pleasure as well as yours. He would have come in a minute if he hadn’t been so determined to enjoy this a little while longer.

He slid one arm around your body and found your breast again, teasing your nipples in turn, pinching and twisting, eliciting small whines from you as he felt your pussy clench around him with every touch.

“F-fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” he groaned. “Face down,” he instructed.

You obeyed immediately, burying your face into the pillows once more and letting your arms rest by the side of your head, fingers digging into the sheets below.

He could go even deeper like that and you could feel every vain, every ridge of his member.

“You close, baby?” he asked as he started playing with your clit again. “Wanna cum with you.”

“I- I don’t think I can,” you stuttered. The pleasure you felt in that moment felt all over the place, not really directed toward an orgasm, but you didn’t know how to explain that to him. You were just too sensitive and it was delicious all over : your pussy, your clit, your nipples…

“Oh, is that so?” he instantly replied, the challenge evident in his voice. His touch on your clit became more insistant as the rythm of his thrusts quickened, quite literally fucking you into the matress. “But baby, do you know what else I’m obsessed with ?” he decided to tease out one last time. You couldn’t answer him at that point and he knew it as well as you did. “The way I can make your body do whatever the hell I want it to do, just by…”

He never finished that sentence. Instead he just showed you what he meant.

He slid his free arm down your torso and up to your neck, before lifting you up so that your back was now pressed against his chest, your back still arched so that he could resume his thrusting. He tightened his grip, restricting your oxygen supply just enough to make you dizzy as he kept pounding into you. His fingers were still playing with your clit and he grazed his teeth on your earlobe before giving his final order.

“Now, come.”

And you crashed onto him, your body shaken to the very core as an orgasm you hadn’t even seen coming traveled through your entire body, from the tip of your toes and up to the very top of your head.

Kylian let out a guttural moan as he stilled inside of you and wrapped both arms around you to keep you from falling over. Your walls were pulsing around his throbbing member and his own orgasm hit him just as hard as yours as your pussy milked him in the most delicious way.

“Y/N..” he let your name fall from his lips before gently sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of your shoulder as he spilled hot white spurts of his cum into you. He was breathless and completely lost in the sensations, as he clinged onto you, almost crushing you into his chest in an attempt to merge your two bodies together and feel as close to you as possible.

Kylian eventually pulled you down with him and onto the bed, wrapping his arm around your waist as he slowly pulled out of you. He placed a soft kiss to your lips and you both laid there for a good ten minutes, too stunned to say anything. None of you quite ready to let the moment go.

“There is nothing ‘normal’ about the way you make me feel,Y/N” he murmured against your hair as he tightened his hold on you and closed his eyes.

He retrieved the sleeping mask you had taken off shortly after your second orgasm and held it up close to your face while a gentle smile appeared on his face.

“So, what did you think about the blindfold ?” he asked, although he already had a pretty good idea of your answer.

“That was quite something,” you shyly replied, pressing your face into his chest. “It just heightened everything somehow.”

“Yeah, you were even more responsive, even more impatient,” Kylian teased.

“Hey!” you protested, “I was just exactly where you wanted me to be, as always.”

“True that,” he admitted.

“Would you ever want to be blindfolded ?” you suddenly asked, raising your head to look at him directly.

“You want to blindfold me ?” he returned the question, cocking his head to the side in surprise. You shrugged, your mind starting to consider the possibilities. “I don’t know, baby, in case I haven’t made that clear today, being able to see your body react and respond is a big turn on for me.”

“Yeah but what if I want to just take care of you ?”

“You’re more than welcome to do that while letting me enjoy the view at the same time.”

“But I think I might be a bit bolder if I know you can’t actually see me,” you tried to persuade him.

“Oh really ? and what would you being bolder entail, exactly ?” he asked, now very curious.

“I guess we’ll never know,” you shrugged again before getting up and quickly walking toward the bathroom, not letting him the opportunity to reply, knowing full well you had just planted a seed in his mind that was only going to grow from then on..

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