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daycourtofficial · 3 months ago

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Tell me I’m the only, only, only, only, only one

Pairing: Eris x reader x Azriel | WC: 3.5k | warnings: none

Summary: secrets threaten to swallow you whole as you work up the courage to tell Azriel about being his mate. Unfortunately, you aren’t the only one with secrets

Author’s note: this came from a draft I found BURIED okay I was looking for a different azris x reader draft but found this and had to finish it

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Today was the day. Everything lined up - Feyre and Rhys were at the River House hosting an overnight play date for Nyx and one of his friends. Cassian and Nesta had taken some of the Valkyries to Day to see the pegasi. Mor was somewhere on the continent. Amren was likely at her apartment, but she came by less and less frequently these days.

The sun had just set, the night sky bright and endless as it hovered over the House of Wind. You and Azriel had the entire place to yourselves.

It was a sign from the Mother. You had to tell him. You stood before your mirror, wanting every piece of hair to fall perfectly into place. You took a few deep breaths, failing to calm the beating of your heart.

Everything was going to change. You smiled at your reflection, certain that everything will work out. It had to.

So what if Azriel had pined after two females that weren’t you? That didn’t matter. Not when he was always so kind to you, seeking you out during parties. He always sat next to you at dinner, the two of you fully engaged in conversation the entire time.

His pining toward Mor and then Elain always felt strange to you. It never happened around you, you hardly saw him even glance their way. You only knew about it from Cassian’s love of gossip.

“It should be you he focuses on - the two of you are so similar. And so annoying.”

His words likely meant nothing to him - especially the end when you had stolen food from his plate. But his words echoed in your mind, echoed around the string nearly suffocating your heart.

The two of you were well suited. You complemented each other. Surely, if he didn’t love you now, Azriel could grow to love you. It should be easy.

Would you want someone who had to grow to love you? You shook the thought from your head, certain the Mother wouldn’t lead you astray like that.

Your thoughts led you outside his door. The words had laid dormant on your tongue for too long, weeks going by without admitting the truth to him.

You knocked on his door quickly, not wanting nerves to get the better of you. You couldn’t help lightly bouncing on your feet as you waited, listening to the shuffles behind the door. Each sound of footfalls made your heart rate quicken.

Azriel poked his head out the door, a small smile when his eyes fell on you.

“Sorry to intrude, but can I come in? I want to talk to you about something.”

Surprise at your demand showed on his face, but he opened the door wider, letting you come in. The sight of you in his room wasn’t unheard of, but you had never so boldly asked to come in.

You walked through the threshold, noticing immediately a suitcase on his bed, nearly full before his shadows quickly closed and latched the lid.

“Are you going somewhere?” You couldn’t stop the question from coming out.

“I was going to take a few days to myself. Enjoy some quiet at my cabin.”

Your heart had been bursting with secrets lately. Months ago Azriel had confided in you he had a cabin somewhere he liked to hide away in when he needed to get away.

That tidbit of knowledge was secured deep in your fantasies, a story you told yourself before going to sleep about him whisking you away to his cabin.

“Oh - well, I hope I’m not interrupting your need for peace.”

“Nonsense. I find your presence quite peaceful, anyway.” Your heart was in your throat at his words. His casual admittance giving you just enough strength to be bold.

“That is very kind of you. I find your presence to also be peaceful and delightful.” He smiled down at you, his full attention on your words. That was always what drew you to Azriel the most. You have always had his full attention whenever you spoke to him, and he always recalled the smallest of details from your conversations.

He saw you. He noticed you. The Mother made him for you and you for him.

“Well, Azriel. We are friends, right? And friends tell each other things and are honest, right?” You wrung your hands with your fingers, needing something to expel your nervous energy.

“Yes. I am always honest with you.” His words came out with a slight chuckle, a tilt to his head, wondering where this was going.

“Great. I have actually been keeping something from you for a while. At first I had to take some time myself to understand, and then I was waiting for the right time.”

“Go on.” He looked radiant with the light of the moon cutting across his face. No male could compare to his beauty. His words of encouragement and his smile at your nervousness were all you needed for the words to come tumbling out.

“I am in love with you. I have been for a long time, and I kept it to myself, but a few weeks ago, the mating bond snapped and I-“

“A mating bond?” His words were sharper than you had ever heard him speak to you before. His shadows swirled around your feet, occasionally jumping and leaping to reach you, but never quite making it.

“Yes, it-“

“You’re certain?” His words were making you shrink ever so slightly. The shadows had now begun swirling around the two of you, like they were trapping the two of you into a bubble.

“Yes, it-“

“To me?”

You tugged hard on the bond, pulling as hard as you could to release him from the shocked stupor he was in. It knocked him off balance, his feet stuttering forward before he righted himself. His scarred hands rubbed absently at his chest, his brows knitted in confusion.

“Let me finish, Azriel.” The shadows that had been swirling around the two of you floated down, sweeping across the floor. A few moved toward you, swirling around your body, helping you stay upright.

He didn’t listen to your words, only shook his head in response. He dragged his fingers down his face, muttering something you couldn’t quite make out.

He looked once more at you before he reached out, his hands taking hold of your shoulders before the two of you were whisked through space in his shadows.

“Azriel!” You pushed off of him the second you felt solid ground beneath your feet, putting distance between the two of you. “This is not what I hoped-“

“Be quiet.”

Your eyes widened at his words, taking a moment to take in your surroundings. He winnowed the two of you right in front of a cabin door, the structure surrounded on all sides by thick forest.

“Okay Azriel, you could have just rejected me - not bring me to who knows where.” You ignored his command, irritation lacing your words.

“No, I just- wait here.” He shut the door quickly behind himself, leaving you alone. Your heart felt heavy as you looked about the woods, uncertain if you wanted to know what laid in the darkness.

Whatever scent lingered from beneath the door was familiar, but you couldn’t quite pinpoint it. You were stuck - you could winnow home, you supposed. But why did he bring you out here? Would he leave you out here, wanting to know how long you’d stay and wait? Surely the bond would make him protective enough to let you die from the elements, right? The thought caused the string around your heart to play a sad, out of tune note.

You weren’t sure how long you were standing outside, a brisk breeze making you well aware of your lack of coat. The door opened once more, Azriel coming back out before he quickly shut the door behind himself, not letting you see inside.

“Az, what are we doing here?”

He held out a hand to you, his other back on the knob of the door.

“I have never brought anyone from the Inner Circle here.”

You grew frustrated at his words, a tiny hint of pride at being the first of your family to visit here. You accepted his hand, noting there really wasn’t any other decision you could make.

He opened the door and you took in the space. It was small - just the one room connected to a kitchen. It held a massive bed - somehow larger than the ones in Velaris. There wasn’t much in the way of decorations - the house was void of any indication of who lived in it. Your eyes stopped on the redheaded male who was moving about the kitchen, the sight of him short circuiting your brain.

“You said you’ve never brought anyone else here before.” Somehow amidst all the confusion, that was what your brain settled on.

“He said no one from the Inner Circle had been here. The door’s not as thick as you are, Azriel.” Eris’s voice was full of chastisement, clicking his tongue at the end to accent his point. You glanced between the pair, even more confused now that Eris had opened his mouth, the comment almost affectionate.

You shook your head, dismissing the thought. “Look, Az, I get it, this is something you don’t want-“ “Now I didn’t say-“ “so we can just go back to Velaris and I can move out.”

“What is she talking about?” Eris’s voice was loud to accomodate for the banging of pots and pans. He was cooking something, the cherry on top of ‘well, why not this too?’

You looked up at the ceiling, fighting back tears to what has quickly become the worst moment of your life. This was all so strange, you were certain you had hit your head somewhere, your body likely unconscious in Azriel’s room. Maybe none of this happened, and you fell on something in your room.

When you woke up, you were certainly never confessing to him.

“Tell him.” Azriel’s prodding words confused you even more. You looked at him in bewilderment. He had the same look on his face he does when he’s about to win a card game - no matter what move you make, he’s right in his assessment.

“Tell him? Azriel I think telling someone they’re your mate and them not wanting it is embarrassing enough, why do we have to drag in a spectator?”

His face fell slightly, something pooling in his eyes you couldn’t quite make out.

“Why do you think Azriel is your mate?”

You cocked your head at Eris, never having officially met him. You would recognize him anywhere - the long red hair, the ornate clothes decorated with autumn leaves, the scent of bonfire and whiskey stuck to him.

No one in the Inner Circle had ever told you how stunning he was, his beauty making other males look like mortals next to him. Except Azriel.

“I assume we can skip the pleasantries, Eris. Every facet of this night is more confusing than the last. Why are you cooking?”

“Because otherwise I will die of starvation. Or be even more intolerable due to hunger.”

You wished for a wall behind you to bang your head into. They may have omitted his beauty, but they weren’t wrong about him being difficult.

“Why are you in Azriel’s cabin?”

“I asked my question first.”

“Well, Eris, if you must know the inner workings of my personal life, Azriel is my mate and instead of being happy or even indifferent he brought me here to you for some reason. Can I go now?” The tears started forming in the corner of your eye, your fist clenched as you spoke.

“No,” they replied in unison, not looking at you. They both mirrored each other, their crossed arms not giving anything away as they silently argued, unsure when Azriel moved closer to Eris. You could make out a few words from the hushed tones, but it was impossible to hear them.

It took you a moment to realize Eris had stopped cooking when Azriel approached. He was giving him his full attention as they spoke to each other.

This was a very odd dream indeed.

“I’ve felt a pull to you.” Azriel was still looking at Eris, and you weren’t certain who he was talking to until he shifted his eyes to you. “I have always been drawn to you, needed to be near you. I didn’t want to think we were mates, because Eris is my mate.”

You blinked multiple times, the idea trying to make itself comprehensible to you. You looked around, certain to find some trace Rhysand had built this imaginary reality as a practical joke.

“No, that's not possible. If it’s not me, it had to be because of Elain or Mor.”

Eris scoffed, his annoyance clear across his face, his movements becoming more hurried as he added things to a pot. “Sorry to disappoint the both of you by not having breasts.”

“Eris.” An admonishing hiss from Azriel caused the Autumn heir to roll his eyes, not even looking at the glare the shadowsinger sent him.

“Forgive me. Forgive my mate for his deceits being so well done it fooled even his female mate.” Eris refused to pull his focus from his cooking, hardly acknowledging you with his body.

“Azriel and I have been together for some time, a rouse that is perpetuated by his supposed infatuation with the other females close to you.”

For some reason, his words stung. Azriel had been faking affection for them? If he could do that, why didn't he fake them for you?

As if reading your thoughts, Eris continued. “He was feeling something for you, something he hardly wanted to admit to me. But we have been looking into it. It seems no one has ever had this.”

“Had what?”

“Two mates.”

Your head was reeling, a migraine forming as you tried to process every bit of information you were given. Something gnawed at you - some insecurity making itself known in this odd circumstance.

“Were you getting close to me as an experiment?” That drew Azriel from his silence, his steps moving toward you.

“No - gods no. I like you, I like spending time with you. I’m drawn to you - I can’t help it.”

“He yearns.” Eris’s voice was flat as hid words came out, Azriel quickly spun on his heel and looked toward his mate.

His other mate, you supposed.

“I do not yearn.”

“You complain about missing her when you’re here.” Azriel’s cheeks heated in embarrassment, the first sense of affection you've felt from him since arriving.

Eris stopped stirring, turning his full attention toward you. His gaze left heat all across you, as if his eyes could penetrate your clothes, seeing your body and soul beneath. You can’t tell if he’s making the room warmer or if that’s just you.

“In the concept of honesty, I have to say you are… something.” His words broke you out of whatever stupor you had found yourself in.

“Thank you, Eris. That is the best non-descript compliment or insult I’ve ever received.”

“It’s not an insult.” You scoffed, uncertain how to respond. He straightened himself, standing tall as he continued. “Do you wish for me to wax poetic about my mate’s new mate? Divine, delectable, take your pick.”

Was he flirting with you? The notion made no sense, but something Azriel told you about Eris years ago had always stuck.

If you want to get anywhere with him, you have to play his game.

“My mate has a very pretty mate.” It was true and something Eris was more than aware of about himself. He scoffed, picking up a spoon and going back to cooking, but you continued. “Should I wax poetic about you, hm? Tell you all about how you look like a predator prepared to pounce and I’d be more than willing to be beneath you?”

Eris stopped his cooking, his spoonclattering as he took his time drinking you in.

“I thought you said she was timid and shy?” His question was directed at Azriel, but he kept looking at you. His gaze stayed on you, not wavering, seeing something he found interesting.

“That’s because Azriel runs at the potential for intimacy, I had to ease him into it.” Something close to a laugh escaped from Eris. His gaze finally moved toward the shadowsinger.

“I like her, Azriel. We can keep her.”

“I am not some toy to claim ownership to.” Eris paid you no mind, turning back to his cooking. You couldn’t figure out what he was making, but it smelled divine.

“Of course not, but you are my mate’s mate and that means I have to like you before making decisions about you.” Your heart stalled at his words, the air getting thinner around you.

“What do you mean by decisions?”

“Eris.” Azriel cut in for the first time in a while, and you would have forgotten about his presence if it hadn’t been for the bond humming.

“Well, I mean he is my mate already. He’s accepted the bond with me. If I didn’t like you, he’d just reject you.”

“He wouldn’t just-“ your words stopped, your statement unable to continue. Your throat went dry with the look Azriel gave Eris. It was a split second, but it was enough.

They clearly had discussed it - some topic they had mulled over several times, working through every scenario. Eris’s words were of such nonchalance, such subtle cruelty.

They would decide to shatter your heart without any thought or input from you.

It was getting hot, your clothes too much on your skin. Your breathing rose again, too shallow to fully take in a breath.

“So you’ve been- what? Keeping it a secret for months that Eris is your mate and that I’m your mate? Were you test running me this whole time?” Your voice came out squeaky, but you were too upset to care.

“No, I didn’t know-“ Azriel was scrambling, his eyes pleading with the truth. “I didn’t know, I was curious-“

“I mean, I knew you kept secrets, but this is- Eris and-“ your breaths were coming shorter and shorter, the cabin swaying slightly as it got harder to breathe. This couldn’t be real, it had to be some fictional reality. The bond in your chest was crying in agony, desperate for you to be closer to Azriel and to stop arguing.

“Azriel, she's self-destructing.” Eris didn’t move from his spot, continuing his cooking as if you had made an astute observation about the weather.

“I can see that.”

“Do something. She’s your mate.”

You pushed the hair from your face, straightening your shoulders. You blinked slowly, trying to clear your gaze. You had been a fool this whole time, that much was true. You were an experiment to Az - this whole time he had his suspicions, and you were nothing but a test subject he could drop at a moment’s notice. The collateral damage of your heart meant nothing to him.

He had Eris. Why would he want you?

“It’s clear now that you already have your hands full, Azriel. I’ll bow out respectfully.” The words came out cold, not a hint of the warmth you felt for Azriel laced them.

“Sweetheart-“

His shadows swirled around you, desperate to keep you close, to pull you closer to him. You batted them away, not wanting their comfort.

They knew. Azriel knew. Eris knew. This was all a joke to them.

“I’d be a fool to compete with Eris Vanserra over anything, including you Azriel. You’ve told me a hundred times how Autumn Court males sink their teeth into things and don’t let go.” Had his words been a warning? Had he been mated to him when he told you that? How far did these lies run? “Clearly you know from experience.”

You winnowed away, Azriel’s hand inches from where you stood. His shadows exploded, several moving around Eris, the Autumn heir batting them away with little effort.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Azriel directed all of his anger toward Eris.

“You were my mate first.”

“You practically pissed all over me, marking your territory. You couldn’t keep your mouth shut for me to speak!”

“Shall I hike up my leg? I thought such things didn’t interest you.”

Azriel breathed deeply, clenching and unclenching his fists to keep his anger in check.

“Besides, you wouldn’t speak. You clammed up.”

“We discussed this. You knew how important this was to me. This all went wrong.” Azriel was tugging at his hair, the bond swirling in his chest with your despair.

“Yes, yes. I know how my mate was quite taken with a female he lives with. Forgive me for not being thrilled.” Eris let the tiniest hint of hurt show on his face, his first display of emotion all night. Azriel spotted it immediately, his anger dissipating slightly.

“She might be your mate, too.” Azriel’s words were a whisper, a soft hope he was speaking into existence. The Mother wouldn’t give him two mates who hated each other, would she?

Eris gave a dismissive look Azriel’s way. “I suppose we’ll never know now.”

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heirofnight · 6 months ago

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meddling, pt. 4

pairing: azriel x reader

word count: 4.6k - we have a lot of ground to cover with this one

summary: reader accompanies azriel to an event at the house of wind that rhys is hosting for the summer court. fluff, angst, and jealous (borderline murderous) azriel ensue.

also based around this request: would you consider writing a protective/jealous azriel? like maybe someone is getting a little too comfortable with his mate lol

a/n: so sorry for all of the slow-burn pining that has taken place thus far. i think you'll find that this part will make up for that. as always, pls leave feedback! hope you love it <3

read parts one, two, and three

rhysand was hosting a courtly event at the house of wind this evening. you weren't quite sure of the political details regarding the whole thing, but you'd deduced that tarquin would be visiting from the summer court after hearing various brief conversations that cropped up during meals.

such as the one that took place during dinner at the town house the night before.

"so, rhys, what exactly is the nature of this party we're hosting for summer?", cassian had asked, shoveling a spoonful of roasted vegetables into his mouth mid-sentence. a few droplets of the lemon & herb sauce had escaped his spoon, splattering against his bearded chin. you'd smiled at the sight, azriel hiding his own huff of laughter behind the rim of his wine glass.

rhys leveled his brother with a blank stare, shaking his head in mock disappointment at cassian's less than stellar table manners.

"it is not a party, cass," rhys drawled, sounding bored. "tarquin is visiting to discuss a few matters regarding the new treaty. however," rhys paused, taking his own sip of wine, "he's also bringing varian and cresseida," another pause, "and i believe - fifty others from his court," rhys finished, pushing his fingers into his temples.

cassian snorted, raising a dark eyebrow, "so - a party," he smirked, resting his elbows on the dark wooden table before him. "i propose we break out the expensive booze for the occasion," cass stated, attempting to use his most noble voice.

you met azriel's amused gaze from across the table, a dimpled smile spreading across his cheeks once you'd both locked eyes.

he shook his head in feigned exasperation at cassian's antics, and you'd nudged the toe of his boot with your own under the table, huffing a laugh.

"cassian, you will be on your best behavior," rhys stated, pointing a lithe finger in the war general's direction. "you're already on thin ice with summer - we need not encourage them to send more blood rubies our way," the high lord exhaled, stabbing a fork into his piece of roast.

you'd cleared your throat then, sitting up a bit straighter in your chair.

"am i allowed to join?", you'd asked. every head at the table lifted to look at you, surprised expressions on their faces. as comfortable as you'd become around the family, you still really only engaged with azriel on a consistent basis. and, as isolated as you'd been during your first few months residing at the house, no one truly expected you to willingly participate in this not-party.

your eyes darted from rhys' pleased expression over to azriel's honeyed gaze. he peered at you tenderly, with eyes that looked like hazel pools of pride.

he was, indeed, proud. proud that you'd spoken up, proud that you'd asked to join the rest of them for a gathering that would have otherwise made you feel the need to hide yourself away in your rooms only a few months ago.

"of course you can, sweet y/n," rhys said, voice oozing delight and charm.

your smile threatened to split your face in half, and you found azriel's eyes again. he nodded once, encouragingly. his own smile grew marginally, a dimple peeking through.

he tried his best to hide his budding fondness towards you around the rest of his family - especially cassian. his brother would never let him hear the end of it, otherwise. such busybodies, all of them. azriel was terrified of his family's meddling tendencies potentially spooking you in the opposite direction.

but, even with all of that being said, azriel couldn't help the words that spilled from his lips before he could stop them:

"uh -," he set his wine glass down gently - holding the stem between his fingers, swirling the liquid once, "you can accompany me, if you'd like to. if that would make you more comfortable," he said confidently, voice unwavering.

if his family had to witness him asking you to be his plus one to a formal party, the least he could do was sound like he wasn't nervous to do so. but, he was. he was very nervous.

however, the butterflies in his chest threatening to rip through his skin and flurry throughout the room only thrashed harder when he watched the way your eyes lit up at the offer.

your gaze flit around quickly, surveying everyone else's expressions - you were met with soft smiles as the family silently watched the sweet exchange. and then there was cassian, sporting a smug smirk as he pushed the food around on his plate.

you looked back to azriel, his expression soft, his fingers tapping quietly at the base of his wine glass.

"i would love to, az," you said graciously, and you sent another nudge to the toe of his boot with your own foot under the table - a 'thank you' said in a language that only the both of you spoke.

now, tonight, you were preparing for said event - having no idea what to expect. what you did know, though, was that you were attending it with azriel. a fact that definitely added a bit of pressure to the evening.

you knew that az would be a perfect gentleman, as he had been since you'd met him nearly eight months ago. but, you were developing very loud feelings for him - feelings that you were unable to shrink and contain in a quiet corner within your heart and mind any longer. they were boiling over, pushing and shoving to make themselves known.

and, honestly, if he didn't reciprocate those feelings, you weren't sure how you'd recover. this was not just some juvenile crush - azriel had helped mend together the pieces of you that were left jagged and splintered upon arriving in velaris. after your past, after the shattering pain you'd become used to, azriel had taken gentle hands and sanded away your abrasive edges.

you took a deep breath, studying your appearance in the floor-length mirror that was propped against your armoire. nuala and cerridwen had assisted you in getting ready for tonight, and honestly, you almost didn't recognize yourself.

your hair was set in long, elegant, loose curls down your back - the skin there exposed due to the gown you'd chosen. a black, silk, floor-length number that appeared as though tiny stars had been woven throughout the fabric. your makeup was beautiful - glowy and fresh. you looked happy. you looked like you belonged.

you were stunning, and you'd hoped your chosen ensemble would turn the head of the one male you couldn't stop thinking about.

little did you know, azriel hadn't been able to turn away from you since you'd arrived.

it was now half-past-seven, and you knew az would be knocking on your door soon to escort you downstairs for the party.

azriel shut his own bedroom door, waiting for the quiet click of the latch before descending down the hall to your chambers. he tugged on the left sleeve of his suit jacket, worrying over the fit of the formal clothing he'd chosen for the evening.

he stopped in front of your door, and opted to readjust his silver chain - a beautiful gift you'd given him only a month prior - to assure it laid correctly, before knocking. his wings twitched in anticipation, and he really hoped he wasn't over-dressed. he glanced down at his black dress shoes, his black slacks. he frowned, slipping a hand into his pocket to fidget with truth-teller nervously.

before his thoughts became too loud, too stifling, he heard your doorknob turn from the opposite side of the threshold.

and there you stood, in a dress that very well may have been sewn and stitched with the sole intention to bring him to his knees in front of you.

that, paired with your innocent eyes peering right up at him had azriel malfunctioning.

his mouth opened and closed several times as he took you in. open. close. open - you thought he may finally say something, but, alas, he closed it again.

while his mind was spinning, thrashing, screaming, his shadows had gone eerily still.

cauldron... boil me, was the only clear thought that he was able to translate from within the absolute stirring storm that was happening internally.

should he bow? he felt the overwhelming urge to drop to his knees and worship you like you had created him with your own hands.

speak, you fool, he commanded himself, realizing that the silence had stretched on for far too long.

"you-", he forced out, swallowing hard. "i am very lucky to have you on my arm this evening," he spoke, taking all of you in once more. you'd placed a dainty gold necklace around your neck, one that trailed right between your cleavage and down the front of your dress. azriel took that detail in now, his fingers twitching at the sight of it.

and you, well. you were struggling to keep your own composure from where you stood. this male in a suit was absolutely devastating. a suit that hugged his tall, muscular form so well, you'd wanted to personally thank the individual who tailored it.

the chain. your eyes snagged on the chain almost immediately. it sat against his bare clavicle, and that's when you'd realized that his chest was showing completely. he'd left the top three buttons of his black, silk dress shirt undone. his tan skin, marked with swirling illyrian ink, showing, and a chain?

you'd really hoped that cassian had convinced rhys to serve the expensive booze tonight. you were going to need it.

the party was progressing along, and after a few glasses of lavish wine, you'd felt loose enough to unabashedly enjoy yourself. azriel was doting, attentive. he'd provide you with a refilled glass every now and then without you even having to ask. he'd paraded you throughout the busy space with a chaste hand on your lower back - your exposed lower back. the feeling of his silver rings against your bare skin sent a bolt of lightening up your spine each time he guided you throughout the room. he'd gently check on you every now and then, asking how you were feeling, if you felt okay, if you needed anything.

and as the night further progressed, and more drinks were had, you found yourself leaning into his strong frame as you both mingled with various partygoers.

azriel had loosened up quite a bit himself - his own drinks allowing him to open up a bit more than usual. wide smiles were being thrown your way more frequently now, and his affectionate hands had found your body on several occasions as if they were acting on instinct.

he leaned into your ear, making sure his next words were only for you.

"you are stunning," he'd said in a gravelly voice, a single wing wrapping around your back as he spoke. he pulled back to take a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving yours in the process.

you'd blushed, face on fire. but, the alcohol had made you a bit bolder than normal, so you unabashedly placed a hand on his bare chest as you took your turn leaning into him.

"i was hoping you'd think so," you said, your voice smooth as the silk you were wearing. your eyes traveled along the expanse of his face. his long lashes, freckled nose, full lips. your gaze landed on that damned chain once again, and you trailed your tongue across your lips subconsciously.

azriel tracked the movement, his breath hitching at the sight of you. the wing wrapped around your back tugged you in a bit closer to his body, and you stumbled slightly in your heels before pressing your shoulder into his.

"i always think so," he whispered, matter-of-fact.

you paused with your wine glass halfway to your mouth, locking your clouded gaze with his own molten-honey eyes.

he stared back, unblinking. he felt as though his chest was going to cave in. you were ruining him in the best way possible. his slightly drunk mind was swimming in thoughts of you, and he did not care if he drowned right where he stood.

just then, a tendril of shadow darted to the shell of azriel's ear, whispering something that only he could hear. you watched his expression drop momentarily, his shoulders slumping slightly.

"i'll be right back, okay? rhys, he-," he started, huffing out an exhale. "just, i'll be right back," he swallowed, downing the rest of his glass in one go. he was clearly disappointed in the interruption of your intimate moment, a moment that really seemed like it may have ended with his lips on yours.

he went to turn around, his wings tucking in tight to his back in preparation of having to push through a crowd of people. he reached an arm back behind him, wrapping a scarred hand around your wrist. peering over his broad shoulder, he met your eyes.

"will you be okay?," he paused, searching your features for any sign of discomfort at the prospect of being left alone.

you smiled, nodding once, "i'll be at the refreshments table - i need a refill," you offered, nodding your chin towards the large, extravagant spread at the other end of the room.

he nodded, offering you a dimpled smile.

"i won't be long, promise," he said, squeezing your wrist gently in a reassuring gesture.

you watched as he disappeared into the crowd, only the apex of his wings peeking over the heads of party-goers.

you loosed out a breath, making your own trek to the opposite end of the room with the sole purpose of refilling your glass.

you stood next to the exorbitant spread of food and drinks placed around the massive refreshments table, taking everything in with your back to the crowd. you were lost in thought about how much effort rhys put into this entire evening, how detail-oriented he was in his planning, when you felt a warm hand on your bare shoulder.

a hand that you knew was not azriel's.

you peered over your shoulder hesitantly, immediately feeling nerves flood your chest and stomach. you knew almost no one here tonight, aside from azriel and the inner circle - the amount of guests from summer out-populated your small group in excess.

and sure enough, your eyes met those of a summer court male, his orbs twinkling as he took in your appearance appreciatively. he made no effort to hide the way that his gaze raked over your form from head-to-toe, his eyes traveling all the way down to your heeled feet before they snapped back up to your face.

"well," he crooned, "i knew rhys hid away the good liquor, but i had no idea that he was in favor of hiding beautiful females, too," he purred, stepping a fraction closer to you. you turned to face him completely now, arms crossing over your chest to hide yourself from his wondering eyes.

"what's your name?," he continued, pausing to sip his drink, "and more importantly, where have you been?", his eyes sparkled, pure male confidence oozing from every pore on his body.

you opened your mouth, eyes flitting around the room to plot a potential escape route. you were not comfortable. not at all.

az, please come back, come back, come back, you chanted silently, your eyes dancing around the room quickly in hopes of spotting the tips of his wings amongst the large crowd. he knew that you'd be here - in this general area. surely, he'd come straight here to find you. right?

the male before you tutted quietly, grasping your chin with his thumb and pointer fingers to turn your head back towards him, wanting your full attention. he was also wearing rings, but his jewelry didn't have the same gut-twisting affect on you as azriel's had. no, your gut twisted now for a completely different reason.

"eyes on me, little one," he cooed, brushing a strand of hair from your face. you bristled, internally recoiling at his touch, at the term of endearment he'd bestowed on you.

the summer male's hand went to your shoulder, his fingers grazing the skin as they traveled down your bare arm.

"be careful," you heard a familiar voice snarl from beside you. his tone was cold, rough, and left no room for discussion.

azriel.

the male before you dropped your gaze immediately, standing up straighter in az's newfound presence. he dropped his hand back to his side, his fingers twitching as he stepped back from you - curiously eyeing azriel instead.

"ah, the shadowsinger," the man said, attempting to sound far more confident and at-ease than he obviously was. "to what do i owe the pleasure?," the summer male continued, swishing the wine around in his glass.

you didn't miss the way his eyes flashed with unease, and you almost let a smirk form at the sight. you glanced over at azriel, his shadows now swirling around him in agitation. his honey eyes, normally flooded with so much soft, affectionate warmth when settled on you, were now hard, narrowed, and full of ice. this was the feared shadowsinger of the night court - a side of him you had yet to see.

"you'd be wise to walk away," azriel started, his voice sharp. his hand found your lower back, much like it had the entire evening. except this time, it felt claiming, possessive. the cold metal of his rings were a nice reprieve from how warm your skin had become due to this entire interaction.

the male faltered for a moment, but he tried his best to glom onto the last fragment of dignity he had left. "now, now, azriel. there's no need to cause a scene over a female," he spat the word as if he were disgusted by it, and you felt azriel's hand twitch against your skin.

"i've caused a scene for far less," azriel deadpanned, voice lathered in irritation, "and mind how you address her," he continued, "i'd love nothing more than to personally deliver the hand that you used to touch her right back to tarquin's front gates," azriel's deep voice was death personified, and the summer male before you was smart to heed the warning. he exhaled a clipped breath before turning on his heel - striding away into the crowd and out of sight.

azriel let a low growl rumble deep within his chest as he kept his eyes locked on the retreating male, his eyes narrowed. he only allowed his gaze to find yours once he was sure you were both safe from his lingering presence.

you turned your body toward his, azriel's hand still splayed across your lower back. you had no idea what to say, where to start. there were too many emotions to sort through, too many feelings to give names to - and the liquor circulating through your veins wasn't helping, either.

he watched your expression carefully, his eyes softening - the way they always did once he'd sought you out. he rubbed your lower back affectionately, his pointer finger tracing small shapes across your skin.

"sorry," he finally muttered, his eyes searching your own, trying to gauge how you were feeling. he'd never wanted you to see that side of him - that cruel side of him that was able to inflict unimaginable pain and suffering onto the unfortunate soul at the other end of his blade. he didn't want you to run in the opposite direction, although he wouldn't blame you if you did.

after all, as someone who was so used to being shrouded by darkness and shadows, he'd come to believe that he didn't deserve to sunbathe in the light. and that's what you were - a blinding, all-compassing, warm beam of radiance.

his reaction to the summer male was instinctual, second-nature. and that particular reaction was azriel grasping onto every ounce of restraint that he could muster. his knee-jerk urge involved putting the knife in his pocket to good use.

"sorry?," you questioned, brows furrowing. "azriel, for what?", you continued, stepping closer to him, every instinct in your body compelling you to comfort him, to smooth out the concerned lines that had formed between his brows. to wash away the ashamed look that was threatening to flood his amber eyes.

"that-," he sighed, clearing his throat, "i shouldn't have acted that way," he finished, reaching up to absentmindedly run his fingertips across the chain that hung around his neck.

you tilted your head to the side curiously, "i'm glad that you did," you confided, "he made me horribly uncomfortable," and azriel bristled once more at the notion, at the idea of another male intruding on your personal space - going as far as to touch you.

his nostrils flared, and you offered him a comforting smile, wanting so badly to calm him down. you tipped your chin towards the outdoor balcony, resting a hand on his upper arm.

"i'm in the mood for some fresh air," you spoke, stepping around the side of his body to begin leading the way to the large glass doors that led outside. "join me?", you met his gaze hopefully, and azriel wondered if you knew that he would never say no to anything that you asked of him.

he nodded once, his hand still firmly splayed across your lower back. he followed you through the crowd and took his place beside you once more as you approached the balcony railing.

you stayed silent, peering up at the twinkling stars that blanketed the night sky. azriel glanced over at you, both of his hands now taking purchase on the railing.

your mirrored his actions, resting your own hands next to his as you leaned over slightly to take in the sight of velaris below - mesmerized by the smoking chimneys, the bright lights of the rainbow, and the sidra that flowed amongst it all.

"so beautiful," you whispered to yourself, awestruck by the picturesque view spread out before the two of you. it was so extravagant, a living, breathing work of art.

azriel swallowed, his eyes boring into the side of your face. he nodded once, "beautiful," he agreed on a breath, but he wasn't referring to the same view that you were.

the starlit sky perfectly matched the dress that looked as though it was poured over your body, and azriel didn't have much composure nor restraint left in him. not after the last few months, not after he'd seen you in his clothing, not after the affectionate glances and nervous touches shared between the both of you in a room full of others that had no clue, not after sitting across from you for dinner each night - where he'd started looking forward to your little foot nudging his own beneath the table, and not when another male had just tried to sweep you away from him.

his wings flared momentarily, the action allowing him to release some tension before they settled proudly against his back once again.

he stared at you for a moment longer, before touching that chain around his neck one last time - grounding him, giving him courage.

"y/n," he whispered, his large right hand lifting from the railing momentarily - before gently placing it right on top of your much smaller, softer one.

you looked over at him then, expectantly. you were so beautiful. so soft, so elegant, so perfect.

"i'm going to kiss you. do you think that would be alright?", he asked on softly, taking a deep breath of crisp evening air.

your eyes widened, and you blinked. your cheeks turned the sweetest shade of pink as your processed his question.

you felt frozen - of course that would be alright. you'd daydreamed about this moment for months. how his lips would feel, taste, how they'd move. would he be rough, gentle, would he use his tongue to explore your mouth? where would his hands go, where would your hands go? what if you were bad at-

just kiss him already, you scolded yourself, and before you could allow your nerves to take over, you nodded eagerly, a bashful smile creeping across your rosy features.

azriel exhaled a breath he didn't even realize he'd been holding, had almost convinced himself that he'd been rejected. he wouldn't have been wholly surprised, but still - it would have been agonizing all the same.

he stepped closer to you, his gentle fingers splaying across the left side of your jaw. as he angled your face upwards towards his, he allowed his thumb to caress the skin of your cheek, smiling at the warmth he felt from your perpetual blush.

"i've been thinking about this for so long," he whispered, ghosting his lips across your own. he shuddered at the feeling, the contact.

finally, he thought to himself.

you nodded, placing a hand on his bare chest.

"me too," you whispered back, nuzzling the tip of your nose against his. his other hand gripped your waist at the action, squeezing once.

and upon hearing your reciprocated want, azriel surged forward, his lips finding yours immediately, as if he'd done this for centuries. it wasn't rough, but it definitely wasn't gentle. you could feel months of repressed want flowing through the both of you, clashing where your lips met. exploding into fireworks and stars, creating vibrant new galaxies at the contact.

he squeezed your waist once more, feeling the fabric of your dress between his fingers. a soft groan trickled up his throat and directly into your mouth, and you almost burst into flames at the sound.

your hand slowly slid upward, caressing the bare skin of his chest before gripping his chain into your fist. and of course, this sent thoughts that were far from innocent cascading into azriel's muddled brain. he pulled back from the kiss, only a fraction, and his knees almost buckled beneath him when you chased his swollen lips with your own.

he leaned into you, pulling at your bottom lip with his teeth gently, and you let out a reactive whimper at the feeling. his head was swimming, and as much as azriel prided himself on being a gentleman, you were eliciting feelings that were too overwhelming, too much. his instincts were screaming at him to lie you down, spread you across his mattress, really show you how much you made him feel.

he pulled you against him, his wings wrapping around the both of you - to shield you from sight, to keep you warm, to bring you closer.

his lips met yours again, and his hands traveled from your waist, back up to your jaw, holding your face between his hands as if he were granted the honor of holding the most precious jewel ever discovered.

he supposed, in that moment, he was.

finally, he pulled away, placing a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose. he brushed loose strands of your hair behind your ears, smiling fondly at you.

"gods," he whispered, catching his breath. "you are such a dream," he finished, taking all of you in hungrily. he would never be satiated enough, not now that he's finally tasted you.

you sucked your lower lip into your mouth, still tasting him there, and his pupils dilated at the action.

smiling, you reached up to wrap your arms around his neck, playing with the clasp of his chain, "speaking of dreams," you mused, "i've been dreaming of this for a very, very long time," you smiled, playing with the cluster of curls at the nape of his neck.

"well, i hope i didn't disappoint," he teased, his hands finding your waist once more, fingertips grazing the exposed skin of your back.

you huffed out a laugh, resting your forehead against his bare chest, "you know," you started, tone laced with mock contemplation, "i wasn't able to really tell," you glanced up at him with a smirk.

azriel cocked an eyebrow, smirking down at you knowingly.

"i think we should try again, just to be sure," you quipped.

azriel laughed, a beautiful, melodic sound.

you didn't have to tell him twice.

a/n: FINALLY. i've heard all of your pleas, ok. here is the long awaited KISS <3 i hope i did it justice. pls leave feedback! this took me so long to execute properly, and i truly hope you loved it. my heart is a puddle on the floor !!!

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ariadnehelx · 2 months ago

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— KISSIN' UNDER THE MISTLETOE!

pairings, kinich x gn!reader.

summary, two attempts mualani made to get you guys to kiss, and one that he made himself.

notes. ahh this took longer than expected! also i made it gn i hope that's okay! <.3

“...Everything is going according to plan.”

Mualani smirked schemingly to herself. It was Christmas time, the most festive time of the year, where every year, a great Christmas party is hosted in Natlan. This year, Mualani took it upon herself to host the big Christmas party.

It was very grand too, what with the great Christmas tree standing in the corner, oh so beautifully decorated with baubles, holly and lights, not to mention the shiny star on top. A diverse range of presents of different shapes and colors overflowed on the floor underneath, labelled with names of guests arriving today. How much fun it would be to open them! The smell of hot chocolate wafted through the air, and one couldn’t help but contemplate how much time Mualani must have spent to plan this dinner, and one couldn’t help but appreciate it all.

But for Mualani, besides all the festivities and planning, this Christmas, she had a mission. A personal goal, one could say.

To get you and Kinich to kiss under a mistletoe.

The idea came about back in November. While at a weekly hangout with your best friends, Mualani was also there, and somehow the topic of crushes came up, and after being peer pressured into saying the name of the person you liked you slipped up and admitted to having a crush on Kinich… to which, honestly? Mualani was absolutely flabbergasted.

But the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. Kinich had always been more open with you, if at all, and, thinking about it further, Mualani realized that as she was the common friend between the two of you, perhaps she could play cupid. Since then, along with being occupied with the dinner planning, she was also planning a perfect moment for the two of you to be caught by ‘chance’ under the mistletoe (that she would hang over you), having to kiss and the lot.

Although, you could have refused a kiss if you were feeling shy… but Mualani brushed this thought off quickly; there was no way she was going to let Christmas pass and not have you and Kinich officially dating. No way!

By this point, near enough all the guests had poured in, packing the place up with hearty laughter, Christmas carols and so on. Mualani looked to the left; Kachina was receiving presents from Chasca. Behind them stood Xilonen, who had arrived a couple hours earlier to help Mualani out with the decorations and preparations. Looking to the right, Citlali and Ororon were only arriving now. Then, behind those two, Mualani spotted Kinich entering with a fairly small gift in hand, Ajaw groaning something in his ear and Kinich refused to listen.

Then? Mualani caught Kinich staring at you from his place near the entrance. She giggled to herself, and couldn’t help but imagine how the two would look if you ever ended up together.

Next thing she knew, Kinich had made his way towards herself.

“Here.” Kinich didn’t smile, but Mualani could feel the warmth behind his unfazed and cold demeanor. “Merry Christmas, Mualani.”

Mualani gave Kinich a good-natured grin, touched, and then gave him a warm hug back. “D’aww, thanks Kinich! I left your presents under the tree, so make sure you check ‘em out later, okay?” When she pulled away, Kinich nodded and the two engaged in a short conversation before leaving to meet his other friends.

“Oh yeah, and Merry Christmas!!” Mualani called out from behind him, trying her absolute best to hide the blatant smirk on her face. Now that the two people she was trying to get to kiss under the mistletoe were here, Mulani’s plan began.

Attempt 1.

Whistling to herself in an attempt to look unsuspicious, Mualani crept closely towards the fireplace, hiding a mistletoe behind her. She’d noticed that both you and Kinich frequented the fireplace, and so she discreetly placed a mistletoe in the most perfect spot, although once placed Mualani did think that some other people might get their chance to kiss instead, considering how much of a common palace it was to be seen in.

Except, at the current moment, right after Mualani placed the mistletoe, you were crouched down and warming your hands in front of the fireplace. You didn’t notice Mualani sneakily placing the mistletoe just earlier… and by chance, Kinich was walking towards the fireplace.

Stifling a mischievous laugh, Mualani snuck away from the scene, hiding from the two of you, and watched expectantly.

She didn’t know the reason why Kinich was coming towards you, but he seemingly came there for you. However…

Just before he could tap your shoulder, just before it was about to happen, the moment left as soon as it came.

“Heyy, Kinich! I didn’t think you were coming, come on, let’s go have some fun…!” Some idiot guest grabbed his shoulder, before dragging him to the snack table to get some snacks.

Mualani’s anticipating grin wiped off completely, and, huffing and making a mental note to ban this person from the guest list next time (kidding she’s too sweet to do that), she understood that she needed to get creative. She had to try harder. Maybe she should get more people involved. Yes… of course, another scheme was forming in her mind.

Attempt 2.

After her first failed attempt, Mualani decided it would be best to add someone into her plot, so she went ahead and told Kachina about her plans, and of course, your secret crush on Kinich.

“H-Huhhhh? (name) likes Kinich–” Kachina’s ears turned red when she thought about this new revelation; she was equally as shocked about this as Mualani had been a few weeks ago, and Mualani had decided to enlist her help!

“Shh! Yep, I know! I was extremely surprised too! Kachina, would you mind helping me out?” Mualani whispered. “The plan is simple. You’re going to place the mistletoe on the doorway between there,” Mualani pointed towards the hallway. “And I’ll make the two of them go over there before anyone takes their chance.” she giggled.

“Mm, but Mualani? What if they don’t notice the mistletoe?” Kachina remarked. Mualani tapped her chin in thought, but when she considered this, she had to admit it was a good point. Mualani would have to somehow persuade the two of you to go to a specific place and on top of that, notice the mistletoe.

“I’m sure they’ll see it. You can’t miss it! You just do what I asked, ‘kay?” Kachina nodded, taking the mistletoe from Mualani’s hands and going over there.

“Okay! Now to convince them to go over there… hm…”

–

After she was able to convince both you and Kinich separately that someone wanted to meet you both, Mualani just had to watch. More watching, of course… This was getting boring now, what with all the suspense, but it would be worth it if you two kissed this evening!

You were already waiting there, having noticed the mistletoe hanging on the door. Your cheeks turned warm as the implication settled into your mind. Maybe said person looking for you wanted to… kiss you?

If that was true, then you weren’t too sure you’d want that. After all, your heart belonged to Kinich. Your mind didn’t immediately think that it’d be Kinich, not that it was, but you didn’t want to stick around.

So, without another second thought you walked off and joined Xilonen for some Christmas karaoke. Oh boy, Xilonen can sing.

And of course, the person who “wanted to meet you” was Kinich. Yes, Mualani told him the exact same thing, that somebody wanted to meet him for something over there. But Kinich did take his time, and so when he did decide to get this over with, he saw you leaving the exact same place. Coming over there, he too noticed the mistletoe hanging on the door, which, now that Mualani thinks, only an idiot could not have noticed it.

His heart kind of sank when he realized that if it was you who wanted to see him… maybe… you wanted to kiss him? But… chickened out last second and left. Yeah, that could be the only reason why. At least in his eyes.

Now, something only he knew at the time was that he had a soft spot for you. He’d never felt like this for anyone, in fact; when the two of you started talking he swore he was getting ill… because what was with the butterflies in his stomach all of a sudden? The desire to seek you out? Not that Kinich could accept the truth, but he was in love with you too.

Mualani on the other side of the room had watched the whole thing, you leaving, Kinich’s apparent sadness and then him leaving himself. The way she groans out of helplessness is almost comedic, but now the party's almost over. Luck had not been on her side today at all, huh?

–

Shoulders slumped forward slightly, head hung down… Mualani reflected over today. It had been fun and all, but… she couldn’t get you guys to kiss. The one thing she’d wished for this Christmas! Darn…

The party being over, Mualani and some of her friends who had decided to stay were cleaning up. Kinich would have left… probably? She didn’t know. But you, as the sweetheart you were, decided to help clean up, and it’d been a few minutes since she sent you to go get some cleaning supplies from the cupboard upstairs… Why were you taking so long?

Well, the answer to the question she’d asked in her head came quickly when she was about to enter the room and she froze right outside.

Kinich was dangling a mistletoe… over you.

Suppressing a gasp of surprise, Mualani watched on. Kinich was holding a mistletoe with one hand and his other hand had found its way to your waist, pulling you in.

Then you let out a soft gasp, because no way this was happening. Did Mualani have a hand in this? But little did you know, for all those failed attempts Mualani made hours earlier to get you both to kiss under the mistletoe, this was one attempt that Kinich was making himself.

“Are you the person Mualani told me that wanted to see me?” At your confusion, Kinich’s brows furrow. “I noticed you were running away from there before, so-”

“What? Mualani told me someone was going to meet me… oh.” Now it made sense. Mualani winced as you two came to the conclusion that Mualani was trying to do something here. Not that you two minded it.

“I see… well, now that we’re here… may I?”

Nodding shyly, you were starting to get nervous. However, before you could do anything else, Kinich leaned in, brushing his lips against yours. You relaxed quickly and your fingers slid down to the side of his face.

Mualani couldn’t help the red that decorated her cheek as she watched from afar… but… at least, her mission this Christmas had now been completed. Oh, Archons, this is too cute to watch.

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pomefioredove · 3 months ago

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hiya :D i hope you're well rested, well fed, and hydrated today (and if not this is your reminder!!)

may i please have a sugar cookie, #18, with whipped cream and chocolate chips? thank you <3

ANOTHER BANGER COMBO. lilia fans here's your dinner

order #18, sugar with whipped cream and chocolate chips

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ bored senseless

tropes: fake dating and royalty AU characters: lilia additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not yuu, fae!reader, takes place during Malleus' childhood word count: 900

It was only supposed to be for one ball.

When the General of the Right, the Dragon's Hand, the keeper of the Prince himself sends for your word, you answer. When he invites you to attend the centurial ball with him, you say yes. When he whispers in your ear as you ascend the castle steps, his hand tight around your arm, you listen.

And if he tells you that he's been formally courting you for the past century, you nod your head and let him hold the door for you like a true suitor would.

There was, of course, a thousand and more questions to be had, but not there, not when you were already inside the castle's stone ballroom, arm-in-arm with Lilia.

You really just wished he would've disclosed this pertinent piece of information before the ball.

The questions you had, you now had to answer for others.

"How did you catch the crimson eye of the General himself?"

"Especially as a fae of such low nobility?"

"Especially when he's had no interest in courting for the past several hundred years?"

You were able to keep up with the ruse, but it wasn't easy nor fun, especially since Lilia seemed to prefer letting you do all the talking.

When it was over, he handed you a small box of silver and went off alone, without a word, leaving you at the gates of the castle.

How strange, you had thought, but in your years in the court of Briar Valley, you'd learned not to question strange things.

Besides, it was only one evening.

...Well, that's how it started, anyway.

The next invite was to a gala hosted by a Count the following year. Then there was one a few months after that, another after that, and, slowly, your name became known throughout the country, and always spoken right next to General Lilia's.

On a cold night, a dinner hosted by a member of the Senate, one you would have never even dreamed of being invited to if it were not for your suitor, something stranger happens.

"Another one," you sigh, leaning against the stone of the terrace you and Lilia had snuck off to. The night was chilly but clear, every star visible in the sky.

Lilia sits on the railing beside you. "Don't look so glum. I'm sure these events are just a fad. You know how the nobles like their trends,"

"They're just very long,"

"And very boring, I know," he sighs, rubbing his face. "And I hate to be away from the Prince, but times have changed. I can't just win a battle to stay in the Senate's good graces. I have to be..."

He gestures vaguely. "...Noble,"

You look up at him as he sits cross-legged on the stone railing. "Is that why we're..."

You can't say "lying about being engaged to the entire country", but you want to. He knows that.

"What? ...Oh, no," he says, waving you off as if you had said something silly and childish.

"I just didn't want to come to these things alone. I'd be bored senseless."

Your eyes widen with something like wrath.

"..."

He's looking at the party ahead, picking his nose. It takes him a moment to sense your glare.

"...What?"

"Are you unwell?" you suddenly snap. "For years we have been "engaged" in front of the people and the nobility and you say it's because you were bored? Do you know how many lies I've given? To my own family! And the stress of coming up with such nonsense on the spot, to people who could have me banished from court, or worse..."

Lilia stares back, wide-eyed at your sudden outburst. Then, he smiles.

"...How long have you been hiding that sharp tongue, hm?"

"That's all you have to say?"

"Goodness, no," he says, hopping down from the railing to stand in front of you, his hands folded behind his back.

He leans forward, invading your personal space, which he is ever so fond of doing. "Do you know why I chose you, out of everyone in the court?"

What kind of a question is that? You scoff.

"...No,"

Lilia smiles, and he takes a step closer. "Well, you're not as uptight as the rest of them, for one. Your family has always been a little... untraditional, we'll say. But it was also because of this,"

He flicks your forehead, almost playfully, and you blink.

"My face?"

He chuckles. "No, no, though that's certainly a bonus. I meant... before the lies and the sneaking about, the one thing I could remember about you from court, for as quiet and meek as you can be, was your imagination. You always have the most outlandish ideas, the most improbable thoughts. And yet, you speak them with such passion, when you're permitted..."

He pauses to smile.

"...Well, I knew you could come up with some lie about us, and it would be rather entertaining."

You stare back. Lilia has always had a way of surprising people, but this is...

He smirks at the look of shock on your face, taking a moment to not-so-subtly check you out, for lack of a better term, and he takes your hand in his.

Then, he says the magic words, the ones you'd been dying to hear for every event since you started this whole ruse.

"Shall we get out of here?"

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader

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bioethicists · 5 months ago

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Psych Abolition Chat Sessions- Fall 2024

As many of you know, I have been hosting Zoom meetings for psych abolitionists or interested parties to come together, chat, collaborate, etc since the beginning of this summer. Over the last several weeks, those chats have taken the form of informational sessions regarding harm reduction on various topics. I have been so delighted to be able to share my thoughts about these issues with you all, but I'm equally excited to transition back into a more collaborative format for the next set of sessions.

Given my capacity for the semester, my goal is to hold chats similar to the first set of sessions: open spaces to discuss psych abolition + provide community for abolitionists, as well as inspiring collaborative work amongst us all. While people are encouraged to come + contribute, 'lurking' (aka camera off, no speaking) is also encouraged! Any way that you want to show up is okay- we regularly have people attend who do not engage at all, or only engage in the chat. Chat messages are read aloud by me to ensure that chat participants feel equally included in the group.

A reminder to anyone who wants to attend that under no circumstances may anyone contact the authorities as a result of anything spoken about during the Zoom. Free discussion of self-injury + suicidality + substance use are expected without fear of being “crisis” intervened upon. That being said, the goal of these chats is not necessarily to be a support group but more to talk about psychiatric abolition, build community, + increase knowledge.

The sessions will take place as follows

Completed!

Also, if you would like to join the Madness + Liberation forum where we discuss psychiatric abolition at greater length, please feel free to fill out my Google Form here.

Those of you who need a dial-in number, please message me on Tumblr or send an anon + I will provide it.

For those of you interested in reading about some of our past chats, check out the links below!

Pilot Cycle [July 1 2024-July 29 2024] [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

Harm Reduction Cycle [Aug 19 2024-Sep 28 2024]

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phoward89 · 9 months ago

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Based on this ask

WARNING ⚠️ Coriolanus Snow is a warning in and of itself. Coryo x Big Booty!Reader, Smut, p in v, creampie, cussing, breeding kink, Dom!Coriolanus

Coriolanus Snow has classic tastes when it comes to his life. He has a sophisticated image, so of course he wears gold rings on his hands; never silver. Full Windsor knots in his satin ties, custom 3-piece suits made with only the finest material, and fine dress shirts that have to be starched. He wears cufflinks and all of his shoes are floor shines with 3 or 4 inch heels (because Coriolanus' 6ft frame needs to be even more intimidating so he can tower over everyone that's beneath him). His taste in food is classic, but upscale as well.

And when it comes to women, well, his taste is classic when it comes to that as well. T&A does it for him.

Coriolanus Snow’s a tits and ass man. The bigger the better too. And when he started dating you, well his classic tastes were definitely filled.

You're, in his opinion, the whole package. To Coriolanus, you're so beautiful both inside and out. You have a personality that just pulls him in. You keep him engaged and on his toes with conversations. But your physical appearance is what attracted him to you in the first place. Your curves make his mouth water. Nice tits and a nice big ass, just what he likes.

And your big booty is something that he loves. Seriously, Coriolanus can't get enough of it. And watching you sitting at your vanity in nothing but a white bra and panty set, hair up in rollers while doing your makeup for the dinner he's taking you tonight as his plus one makes him grin. Your white lace edged panties cling to your big booty just right and the way your plump ass sits on your vanity bench has Coriolanus mentally swearing to have you fuck him in his favorite position tonight when you get home from the dinner the University’s hosting for the Political Science majors of the Senior Class of 14 ADD (After Dark Days).

“Are you wearing the pearl jewelry set I got you for your birthday, Peaches?” Coriolanus asks you, buttoning up his crisp white dress shirt as he stands by his dresser- which has jewelry box open with his various cuff links (including pearl ones) and his chunky gold rings in it.

“Yes, Coryo.” You nod. Lightly dabbing your blending sponge on your face, you tell your boyfriend, “I’m wearing them; thought they'd look nice with my dress.”

Your dress is a strappy white gown that's form fitting. A dress that's hanging up on the door of your side of the walkin closet.

“I thought they'd pair nicely with your dress as well, my darling.” Coriolanus remarks while grabbing his pearl cuff links from his jewelry box and putting them on. “How much longer til you're ready, Y/N?” Your boyfriend asks, walking into thw walkin closet to grab and put on his dark maroon and white stripe vest and its matching dark maroon dinner jacket.

“Not long; maybe 15-20 minutes.” You assure him as he finishes getting dressed.

Coriolanus loves how sweet your booty looks with your clothes hugging it just right. He's always smacking it or grabbing it- a result of loving that big booty of yours. Whether it's in the privacy of his penthouse, that he moved you into, or out in public. He doesn't care, he just wants to feel your perfectly peachy ass in his hands.

But when he grabs your ass in public it's sometimes embarrassing.

Like tonight, his large hand keeps sliding south off of the small of your back to rest right on your plump ass. An ass that he loves, that he thinks looks perfect in the white dress you're wearing tonight for the formal dinner he's attending with you as his plus one. But it's not appropriate in the pre-dinner party cocktail setting, so you have to keep dragging his hand up and off your ass.

Despite standing around and talking to various people (high ranking people might you add since everyone at this dinner whether they're a professor, student, or plus one is a somebody in Capitolite high society- your own boyfriend included) Coriolanus has no shame and keeps grabbing your ass. It's very annoying. You even give him a slight side-eyed look, silently telling him to stop it. But your boyfriend has not shame; Coriolanus just gives you a loving smirk only to slide his hand back down to grab your ass again.

“You're gonna be my good lil cowgirl tonight, Peaches.” Coriolanus whispers into your ear, his baritone dark and lustful, while giving your butt a light squeeze as his friend Festus Creed along with his longtime girlfriend Persephone Price head their way over to you and your future political star boyfriend.

And you knew what he meant by his remark. He wanted you to fuck him in reverse cowgirl tonight so he can oogle and smack your ass. Oh, how his whispered promise of the night’s future events had your panties dampening.

Damn him.

Now you're stuck with wet panties all throughout tonight's long drawn out dinner. That bastard. Coryo always knows how to get to you.

And he knows the longer you're stuck in wet panties for the more desperate you'll be to fuck yourself on his cock once you get out of those panties.

What Coriolanus loves more then anything in the world is to stare at your plump, perfect ass while you ride him reverse cowgirl when you're fucking. Yep, he loves to watch your ass jiggle as you take him deep while bouncing quickly on his cock. It's one of his favorite positions for you to fuck in.

“Fuck. Your ass is so fine, Peaches.” Coryo groans as you quickly ride him, pushing your body quickly up and down while facing the foot of the bed. You're gripping his thighs in your hands, your nails digging into the skin of his sinewy muscles, as your knees frame his hip bones. “Yea, that's it baby girl, make that big ass jiggle for your man.” The platinum blonde orders, his deep baritone thick and husky, as his icy eyes are glued to your large, sweet ass cheeks as they bounce up and down as your tight cunt quickly takes his large cock in and out, in and out at a pleasurable pace.

Looking over your shoulder at your disheveled boyfriend, you give him a sultry smile. “You never get tired of watching my big booty as I ride you, huh?”

“Oh, Peaches, I told you when we first got together that I'm a tits and ass man; that the bigger the better.” Your boyfriend smirks. Reaching a hand forward, he grabs your ass and groans, “Your ass is perfect and it's all mine.” Giving your ass a hard smack, that echoed throughout the room and mingled with the led wet sound of your pussy fucking Coryo's cock, the platinum blonde orders, “Tell me your ass belongs to me, Y/N. Say it, Peaches, or you're not cumming tonight.”

And you know he means it. If you don't tell your possessive and obsessive boyfriend what he wants to hear that he'll take over, fuck you til he cums, and will leave you high and dry. He's done it before early on on your relationship when you played stubborn and didn't summit to him. But you learned your lesson; now you summit even if you don't want to.

It's all just dirty bedroom talk, right?

Coryo doesn't actually think that your ass belongs to him, does he?

No.

No, he can't.

He can't be that possessive and obsessive towards you, can he?

No, it's just bedroom talk. Dirty talk that gets him off.

“My ass belongs to you and only you, Coryo.” You tell your boyfriend in a high pitch mewl as the tip of his cock bruises your cervix; sending shockwaves of pleasure up and down your spine.

“Goddamnit, I love your ass.” Coriolanus confesses, his tone tight and husky. Smacking your ass again, he orders, “Go on, fuck yourself fast and hard on my cock til we cum.”

Coryo didn't have to tell you twice.

You use the grip on his thighs as leverage, helping your upper body control your faster than lighting movements. Quickly, you impale yourself on your boyfriend's large cock- letting out whines and whimpers every time your special spongy spot deep inside of you gets hit just right by the large cock that's stretching your cunt open wide. Sweat rolls down your brow as mewls of pleasure escape your lips. With every move you make your pussy clenches; pushing you closer to your orgasm.

Coriolanus is loudly groaning out, “Fuck, baby.”, while watching your ass bounce up and down just right. His baby blues are blown black by lust and they're transfixed on your ass jiggling quickly. “Fuck, Peaches, I'm gonna cum soon.” Your boyfriend forewarns you of his upcoming orgasm. Grabbing your ass cheeks in each of his large hands, he uses his strength to slam you up and down his twitching cock at a punishing force.

“Coryo…I'm gonna cum.” You moan, nearly toppling over from the brute force of your boyfriend moving you to fuck his cock as if you're nothing more then his personal fuckdoll. The only reason you're not face first between your boyfriends spread eagle legs is because of the tight hold you have around his thighs- nails digging in so deeply that crimson’s trickling down the pale skin.

“Go on and cum, Peaches.” Coryo orders before groaning, “Cum so I can fill ya up with my seed; knock ya up.”

His husky words sends a jolt right to your aching cunt and suddenly you're cumming with a loud moan that's only one word: Coryo.

Coriolanus doesn't let you ride out your high gracefully. No. I stead, he slams you down even harder on his cock. His cum heavy balls begin to tighten up as he tells you, “You're gonna look so beautiful knocked up with my heir. Can't wait to see your tits and ass grow along with your belly swelling with our child.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Your boyfriend curses before shooting a thick rope of his hot seed into your womb. Your name falls from his lips as he cums.

He pushes you forward, causes your butt to jiggle in his hands. Coryo smiles, his eyes shining with lazy lust, as he watches his cum slowly leak from your clenching, tight, abused hole like perfect pearls. Pulling you up to lay next to him, Coriolanus adjusts the two of you to cuddle so that his head rests on your tits while his hand holds your ass.

The two things on you that he absolutely loves; that attracted him to ask you out- causing him to fall obsessively, possessively, and madly in love with you.

Your tits and ass.

But if you ask him what he prefers on you, Coryo will honestly answer that he loves your large ass. Without a doubt, it's your big booty that really does it for him.

After all, he did give you the nickname Peaches because of his undying love for that big booty of yours. An ass that he thinks is the sweetest peach in all of Panem.

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violentdelights-violentendss · 11 months ago

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Ryunosuke Akutagawa having to kiss you to keep his cover.

Pairing: Fem!Reader/Ryunosuke Akutagawa

Synopsis: The two of you need to pretend to be married for a mission, and when your cover was almost blown, Akutagawa could do nothing but press you to a wall and kiss you.

(Initially, this had been supposed to be for multiple characters but I got carried away…lmao… let me know if I should do other BSD men with this trope, and if yes, which ones)

Warning: NSFW

You and Akutagawa sat in silence in the sleek limousine, the thump of the wheels on the road the only noise. You picked at your expensive dress, making sure the, excessively long, slit in your skirt did not reveal anything you did not want to reveal. As you adjusted the black fabric, your eyes could not help but catch the fake wedding ring that sat on your finger. Well, fake as in you weren’t married, not fake diamonds. The glittering diamonds that resembled shards of heaven were very, very real.

Akutagawa was sitting next to you, trying to press himself against the side door to touch your body as little as possible. His elegant suit had made you stare when you saw him before stepping into the car: he almost never wore anything like that. He was wearing a similar wedding ring around his finger.

You two had been chosen last minute to pretend to be a married couple to sneak into the house of a rival boss to gather some information. The party he was hosting for his daughter’s engagement was the perfect excuse. Usually, other people would be chosen, and with more preparation, but a mishap had occurred suddenly and you had been thrown headfirst in the mission. You were reading the paper with your backstory while getting ready, memorizing that you two had met during an economics course at the Yokohama university and all the surrounding unnecessary details, just in case anyone asked.

The car rolled to a stop, and Akutagawa slid you a look, before stiffly taking your hand in his and placing it on his arm. “Let’s go, (Y/N).” He murmured, opening the door. You two stepped out, immediately feeling the gaze of the rest of the party-goers around you.

Nervously, you leaned against Akutagawa as you walked up the stairs. The eyes of the other couples walking alongside you did not help your already unstable feet in the heels. You almost tripped on the red fabric that had been delicately placed on the marble steps, but Akutagawa stabilized you by placing a warm hand on your waist.

You stepped inside the ballroom, and quietly gasped in shock: the room was breathtaking, carved windows with encrusted gold decorations, painted ceilings and mosaics on the ground. “It’s gorgeous,” you whispered, and Akutagawa nodded silently by your side.

You threw him a glance, elbowing him in the gut discreetly. He frowned at you. “You need to look more in love with me, Akutagawa and not stand there as if you were forced to be here.” You whispered, speaking through gritted teeth while a smile adorned your lips. The man next to you nodded, trying to subtly lean into you, pretending to search for your body warmth.

Truth be told, he was actually wanted to do so, holding himself back because he feared he would accidentally reveal something to himself he had tried to keep hidden: his heart thumped a little louder when you were around.

“Let’s get some champagne,” He murmured, starting to lead you to table. Right before you managed to secure to glasses for the both of you, a couple bumped into you, pushing you in Akutagawa’s unsuspecting arms. He froze, before he remembered he was supposed to be married to you. The couple had also clearly wanted to grab some champagne.

“Oh dear! I apologize!” The man said.

“Oh, no worries!” You reassured, grabbing two flutes and handing one to Akutagawa, almost propelling yourself out of his arms.

The man’s wife had been looking at your hand as it delicately held the expensive flutes, immediately grabbing it to observe the ring. “Oh, darling! This is a gorgeous ring!” She said, inspecting it.

“Oh, thank you.” You blushed, looking at Akutagawa with a shade of red on your cheeks.

“I chose one that matched her eyes,” Akutagawa spoke, so quietly that you almost didn’t hear him. Your heart fluttered, and the couple could not help but swoon at the two of you.

You four talked for a few more minutes; well, you talked to the couple and Akutagawa simply stood next to you, nodding or echoing your words.

You then went your separate ways, and you and Akutagawa knew you needed to find the information. The two of you quickly slid to a more secluded area, knowing from the blue prints of the building that the owner’s office was directly above you, and you just needed to climb the stairs unseen.

“Let’s do this,” Akutagawa said, heading towards the stairs after you two had waited for a few minutes, making sure no distant echoes of steps reached you. You followed, the tapestry on the steps muffling the sound of your heels.

As the two of you were exactly halfway up the stairs, you heard movement coming from the office, and some shadows peeked from underneath the illuminated door, projecting eerie shadows on the wall behind you.

Akutagawa, who had been in front of you, noticed first. “Back! Back!” He hissed, and you spun around, starting to run down the stairs. But the staircase was so long that the door opened before you guys could reach all the way down. You only heard the creek of the wood, neither you or the people could see one another, since the staircase curved to the left. But you and Akutagawa had nowhere to hide.

You two shared a terrified gaze, knowing what to do: pushed by Mori, the two of you had agreed on various ways to escape uncomfortable situations such as these, and one of them, as cliché as it sounded, was to pretend to make out. Akutagawa had argued initially, and had only agreed when Mori had uttered his name quietly, the weight of his control hidden behind the single word.

You pressed yourself against the wall, letting the spaghetti straps of your dress slide down your shoulders. Akutagawa loosened his bow tie, and unbuttoned a few of the first buttons of his shirt, clearly hating every minute. You gulped as his pale skin shone in the moonlight. He then approached you, yanking your leg out from the slit, gripping your thigh with his fingers. You flinched, suppressing the real moan that threatened to escape your mouth.

“Sorry,” he whispered in your ear, before he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss initially had been just a peck, but both of you knew you needed to be more convincing if you wanted it to be true.

Akutagawa pulled back, before diving in with all his passion, secretly letting go of all the feelings he had been hiding for quite some time. The kiss turned heated, and soon, the hand that hadn’t been resting on your thigh, moved to your jaw, holding you in place as he dared to slide his tongue into yours. Your lipstick was smudged everywhere, and the whimpers that tumbled from your lips soon became real.

The two barely noticed the steps that had been approaching you, only breaking away from your kiss when someone cleared their throat next to you. You two broke apart, a string of saliva connecting your lips. It almost looked like crystal in the moonlight.

Your chest was heaving, pressing against Akutagawa’s with every shaky breath. Your fake husband’s eyes were wide, and your lipstick had smeared all over his face. Your unfocused gaze slowly zoned on the men that had “caught you”, and you almost felt your heart rumble out of your chest when you tumble out of your chest: it was the owner of the building, the one you had to steal information from, and a few of his most trusted men.

“Ah, young love.” He called, bringing his cigar to your lips. “Unfortunately, I regret to inform you that this area is restricted to authorized personal only.”

You tried speaking, but your words kept freezing in your throat. Akutagawa took the lead. “I am deeply sorry…I lost control. We’re…newlyweds,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically loud.

You leaned against the wall, barely registering what happened, only smelling and remembering Akutagawa pressed against you. You hazily watched as Akutagawa talked to the men, seemingly excusing himself. You closed your eyes, dazed, opening them to find only Akutagawa there, standing in front of you.

“Where..where did they go?” You asked, your voice shaky.

“I told them we would leave right away, simply needing to readjust our clothes.” He grumbled. “This is our chance.”

You nodded, trying to push yourself off the wall, but Akutagawa’s hand on your wrist stopped you. “Wait here. I’m going to make this quick. I’ll come back. And we’re talking.” He said, his dark eyes staring into your soul.

You tried protesting but your whispers were tears in a rainfall, and Akutagawa scampered up the stairs, and you slowly flopped down to the ground. Your eyes widened when you closed your legs: no, it couldn’t be…

You quickly eyed your surroundings, seeing only shadows hiding in the forgotten corners. You rapidly shoved your fingers underneath your skirt and between your legs, slipping one finger inside you. You slapped a hand on your mouth, half in shock, and half to cover the moan that was about to pour out of your swollen lips. Akutagawa had kissed you for just a few minutes, and had managed to make you soaking wet.

You leaned your head against the wall, angrily wondering why you had had to get a crush on the most cold-hearted person in the port mafia.

•

Akutagawa appeared next to you suddenly, his face half in the shadows, rendering his eyes even more shrouded in mystery. Without talking, he grabbed your hand, starting to walk hastily towards the exit. You knew he had probably snapped pictures of whatever you guys needed, and had slipped out of there as quickly as his feet could carry him, leaving behind only his cologne as a testament of his presence.

The two of you walked down the steps you had used to get in, and once again, your stiletto got caught in red fabric. Akutagawa seemed to know that it would happen, and already had his hand firmly pressed on your hip.

The two of you glided down the Yokohama alleyways, resembling living fragments of memories that littered all Yokohama. The minute you stepped into Port Mafia territory, the darkness around you felt much safer, more welcoming, and the two of you slowed down your steps, slightly more relaxed.

“Did you get everything—”

Before you could finish, Akutagawa had pressed you against the wall in a forgotten alley, his eyes so dark they resembled a moonless night. He was unusually close, his breath caressing your lips with fragility.

“What did that kiss mean to you?” Akutagawa croaked.

“What?” Your words were unsure, unclear, begging anything or anyone to help you understand what was happening.

“What. Did. That. Kiss. Mean. To. You. (Y/N).” He asked again, his voice sharper, and his eyes slightly darker.

And suddenly, you understood everything, as if the moon had sent a star to whisper a hint in your ear. You could feel Akutagawa’s heart beating, his chest pressed so close to yours. His eyes weren’t dark becasue of anger, but because of fear. He was scared. Scared that you did not feel his same way.

You reached up a hand to graze his cheek, and Akutagawa flinched, already imagining that you were about to let him down kindly. You were far too perfect for him, after all. But his downward spiral was interrupted by your soft voice, a melody he would recognize even in hell itself.

“Everything, Akutagawa. It meant everything.”

You waited, staring deep into his eyes, feeling the pressure of the darkness surround you. You inhaled sharply when you saw Akutagawa’s eyes lighten, before he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips. He timidly pressed against your body, delicately, almost afraid to hurt you. He pulled back to see your reaction, and when he saw you lick your lips, hoping to taste any drops he had left behind, his whole restraint crumbled to the ground.

Akutagawa passionately pressed himself against you, his lips crashing down on yours with fervor. Your two bodies were so close you could feel everything. Akutagawa almost went crazy when he felt your breasts against his chest. Your arms clasped his shoulders, trying to hold him even closer. Your lungs were burning, but you didn’t care, threading your hands in his locks, whimpering in pleasure when he rolled his hips against you.

“(Y/N)…if, if we continue I won’t be able to stop,” he whispered in your ear, his hands gliding down to your waist.

You shook your head as quickly as you could, your perfect hairstyle slowly giving in to the emotions of the night. “I don’t want you to stop.”

That’s all that Akutagawa needed to hear. Without wasting a minute, he yanked down your spaghetti straps, uncovering your breasts to his eyes. His hands reached to grope them, while his lips attacked your neck, sucking a hickey on it, claiming you as his. Your spread legs had made the slit in your dress expose your soaking core, and Akutagawa used that to his advantage, pressing his hips against you.

Both of you reeled in pleasure when his hard dick pressed against your sopping heat. You gripped his shoulder, while he held your hips, the two of you stopped kissing for a second, starting to dry hump each other. Akutagawa lifted your thigh, wrapping it around his waist, making his clothed tip rub against your already swollen clit.

You whimpered his own name in his ears, and he had to still your hips to prevent from cumming on the spot.

“(Y/N), I need to fuck you, right now.” Akutagawa slurred, his words mixing together from his lust.

“Please! Please do it!” You begged, trying to spread your legs even further, but the fabric of your dress stopped you. Akutagawa, noticing your struggle, used Rashomon to rip your dress further from the slit. You gasped, impossibly feeling even more aroused. “Akutagawa! That dress was expensive!”

“I’ll buy you ten more.” He grunted, caressing your thighs. He moaned your name when he realized you had soaked through your panties. He yanked your frilly underwear from you, and stuffing them in his pocket. He blew on his fingers to warm them, before shoving one, and then the other inside you, grunting at your tightness.

“Oh my god, you’re so wet.” Akutagawa almost whimpered, but he managed to control his tone. You threw your head back, when he touched your g-spot, falling forward against his shoulder. Akutagawa fingered you for a few minutes, making sure you were stretched out for him, giving one simple lick to your nipple as a shy tease. He had not meant to make you orgasm, but when you gripped his shoulder tightly, almost screaming his name, he realized what had happened. Your fucked out gaze went directly to his dick, making him leak precum.

After you had come down, Akutagawa did not weight to unbuckle his belt, appreciating your helping hands. You glanced down at his cock when he freed it, feeling yourself gush in anticipation at how gorgeous it looked, red tip and all. Akutagawa gripped his base, aligning himself with your entrance. He looked up at you, making sure everything was fine. His white hair almost glittered in the moonlight, and you could not help but feel your heart beat excitedly as you nodded affirmatively, telling him everything was fine.

With your reassuring gaze warming his chest, Akutagawa pressed his tip inside you. Both of you grunted, and Akutagawa had to stop himself before he blew his load straight away.

You pressed your lips to his, reassuring you everything was okay. Both of you kissed for a few minutes, Akutagawa scratching your scalp with his fingers, moaning into your mouth as he slowly slipped inside.

Akutagawa pulled away from your addicting kisses when he finally bottomed out, pressing his hands against the wall, leaning heavily against you. “(Y/N),” he whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss to your earlobe. He seemed to be calling out for you, needing you to reassure him that you were there, you were real. He was so afraid that this was a cruel joke of life, a dream he would inevitably wake from.

You clasped his back, caressing his quivering skin. “I’m here.” You croaked into his mouth, nibbling his lower lip.

Akutagawa started moving his hips, hiding his face in your neck. His hands blindly clasped your legs around his waist, using Rashomon to carry your weight. His tip managed to reach much deeper into you, and your moans loudly shattered the silence of the alley. If there was anyone scuttling in the alleys next to yours, they definitely knew what was happening.

Akutagawa started repeating your name incoherently, jackhammering his hips into yours. He hit your g-spot at every trust. His eyes were mesmerized by your bouncing tits, flicking the hardened nipple with his thumbs.

“Akutagawa!” You mewled.

Akutagawa went faster, gripping your hips so tightly he left bruises. He wrapped his arms around you, tightly pressing your chests together, the feeling of his dress shirt rubbing against your nipples being exactly what you needed to topple over the edge. You pressed a bruising kiss to his lips, kissing him so passionately you almost forgot your name.

Akutagawa caressed your mouth with his tongue, closing his eyes in blinding pleasure when you gushed around his cock as you climaxed, a cascade of your juices running down your thighs. His thrusts started to turn sloppy, and with one final thrust, sheathing himself as far he could, Akutagawa moaned your name as if it were a prayer, painting your walls white with ropes of cum.

The two of you stayed still for a few seconds, panting against one another, in a silent embrace that was worth a thousand words. Akutagawa’s hands caressed your arms, while you peppered as many kisses as there were stars in the universe on his flushed neck. Slowly, he slipped out of you, stuffing his cock back inside his pants. You winced, feeling his cum start to drip out. Not caring about his expensive shirt, Akutagawa used his sleeve to clean you up, quiet praises tumbling from his mouth.

His hands also slid your spaghetti straps back in place, eyeing the now torn slit that revealed everything he wanted to keep hidden about you. Akutagawa shrugged off his coat, tying it around your waist. Rashomon slowly let go of you, making sure your legs were safely on the ground before slithering back into oblivion.

“Akutagawa!” You called, feeling your weak legs start to stumble and your body starting to fall. Your partner came to the rescue, wrapping his arms around your waist. He was suddenly shy, and awkward, afraid that maybe he had revealed his heart to you too soon.

“Akutagawa, you’re truly the only person I would have wanted to experience this with.” Your words flew to his heart, erasing any doubt that could have sprouted, and you were almost certain you saw Akutagawa smile.

He couldn’t offer the same profound words, years of pain and betrayal blocking them before they even reached his lips, but Akutagawa offered you the closest thing he could to a love confession: “My house is nearby…would you like to come over?” His voice got quiet towards the end, and he hid his face in your hair.

“I’d love to,” You smiled back at him, and Akutagawa knew, that from that moment on, he would no longer be alone. When he intertwined your two hands together, he could not help but gaze at your fake wedding rings, hoping that, one day, they might become real.

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ghostofhyuck · 1 year ago

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NCT Dream proposing.

AN: This is long because I got carried away.

Mark Lee ; Composed a song for you.

I MEAN, what else will Mark do aside from composing a love song to his future wife??? He'll make sure that his song's message is clear that he's proposing to you and he wanted to have a future with you. He has the NCT members listen to the song, Mark gotta make sure that his message is there and although it is endearing, the members ARE TIRED, "Mark, it's great and cheesy, she will love it." they repeated numerous times. That's not enough, he'll drag them in his small scheme. He'll prepare a solo stage, rent a theater place where you thought you will be watching your favorite rom-com movie. But then Mark leaves suddenly when the movie is about to end. And then after the movie end, the lights turn off, and then the spotlight is on Mark, who's on the stage, holding a mic. He'll began singing it and you're just in daze there. Then the Dreamies will appear, giving you roses one by one, and Haechan guides you towards Mark. As soon as he finishes the song, he grabs the velvet box in his pocket and then proposes to you. Of course you said yes, almost teary-eyed, and the Dreamies will celebrate with you two!

Huang Renjun ; Over a vacation.

Renjun will prepare a three days and two nights out of the country trip with you. It's a once in a lifetime experience, and he made sure he'll choose the place that you've been wanting to go, he'll rent a hotel room from a luxurious resort and made the itinerary alone. He made sure that you don't have any worries aside from packing your stuff. When the vacation arrived, you two made the most out of it, like two lovebirds on their honeymoon. Renjun envisioned it and he feels giddy about proposing to you. Then on the last night of your stay, he'll bring you to an expensive restaurant, book a private room for the two of you. It was special, and you look gorgeous in your dress. At the end of the dinner, Renjun grabs your hands and he felt nervous, even stuttering through his words, and when he popped the question, you couldn't help but cry. Holding his hands endearingly and saying yes to him. When the two of you returned to Korea, both of you are wearing engagement rings.

Lee Jeno ; Privately, just the two of you.

Compared to the other members, I feel like Jeno's proposal to you is very simple. It'll be just the two of you, at your shared apartment. You just finished washing the dishes, and you two decided to stay at the kitchen, talking about the future. There's a few bottle of beers opened as you two talked about what you two envisioned about the future. It'll be in the most random moment, Jeno noticed you more than the usual, have you always been this beautiful? He would randomly brush his hands to your face, surprising you. In the moment of silence, Jeno asked if you want to get married, and you became quiet for a moment. "Right now?" you asked. "I mean, not right now, but maybe in a few months?" then Jeno proceeds to explain how you two have been live-in partners for years, so it felt natural to proceed to marriage. "Of course I would love to," you answered with glee. Wrapping your arms around him and giving him a kiss, in which he reciprocates.

Lee Donghyuck ; In front of your family.

Haechan's a family man, let's be real. He'll be the type who'll propose to you in front of your family. It'll be a small private dinner party. You were wondering why he decided to host a dinner party and Haechan lies to you, telling you that he just feels like hosting a dinner. So when the party arrives, his family and your family are there, since you and Haechan have been together for a long time, everyone's acquainted with each other. In the middle of the party, Haechan suddenly grabs everyone's attention, you thought that it'll be simple speech since he's the host but then he calls you and cluelessly you approached him, Haechan proceeds to thank you for being there for him, and all the cheesy words that he could say without stuttering. BUT THEN, he goes onto his knees, that's when you started to get nervous. Haechan grabs a velvet box from his slacks and then asked you, "Will you marry me?" and you were embarrassed for a moment because your family is there, but of course, you said yes to him. Everyone celebrated your engagement that night.

Na Jaemin ; Extravagant dinner date.

Jaemin will be the type to drop hints that something will happen. He brought you a gorgeous dress, gave you money to pamper yourself, and even told you to clear your Sunday night for a dinner. At first, you thought that it's just a normal dinner at an expensive dinner since Jaemin has brought you to those kind of dinners numerous times, but you couldn't help but still feel nervous about it. When Jaemin picked you up, he gave you a huge bouquet of roses which made you smile. You kept asking him what's the occasion but your boyfriend only gave you a smile. As you two reached the place, you found out that he rented a rooftop restaurant for just the two of you. From the top, you can see the whole view of Seoul. It was wonderful and the food was even more delicious. At the end of the dinner, Jaemin brings you to the edge of the balcony, there he confesses to you once again, telling you how much he loves you and he wanted to be with you forever. He grabs the velvet box from his suit and as he opens the box, fireworks went on display. Overwhelmed with the feeling, you cried as you said yes to Jaemin. He puts the ring on you, and you two shared a heartfelt kiss. "Oh by the way, the fireworks was just a coincidence," Jaemin said, making you laugh.

Zhong Chenle ; Where you two first met

Chenle would be a sentimental type of person. He wanted to make sure that you'll remember his proposal, so he brings you to the first place you two met. It's by a coffee shop. You were a customer and he was next to you, he rescued you when you realized that you forgot your wallet. You told him that you'll repay him, but Chenle was love-struck by you, and told you to repay him with a date instead. So when he asked you to meet him at the same coffee shop, you only smiled, remembering the first time you two met. As soon as you entered the place, you noticed the extravagant designs. It was empty. There were flowers and balloons around on display, and even the place was scattered with rose petals. From the back door, Chenle exits and approaches you. You were dumbfounded as your boyfriend started his speech, saying how this is the place where he met the love of his life, he thinks that the two of you fated for each other. He then goes onto his one knee, grabs the box from his pocket and asked you to marry him. You couldn't help but to hug him, making him lose balance. You showered him with kisses on his face before you said yes.

Park Jisung ; On the stage.

Jisung is a sneaky bastard with this one. Since you're a dancer, he wanted to do a collab stage with him. It was for his solo stage in Dreamies' concert. You two perfected the choreography which Jisung created. You thought that the routine is finished. Your moves were synchronized and your audience (Dreamies) can see the chemistry between the two of you. When the concert arrived, you were nervous but at the same time, was confident with your skills. One by one, Dreamies performed their solo stage, and when it was Jisung's turn, he assured you that everything's going to be fine. You two performed and the audience were in awe with your performance, they knew that you two are in a relationship but only did they realized that you two are meant for each other because of the performance. When the music stops, you two did your final pose where you two are standing in front of each other. He then smiles at you and then steps back, grabs something from his pocket and the only thing you can hear is the audience's scream. "Marry me?" Jisung whispered to you as he raised the ring so that you can see it, you hold back your tears but didn't hesitate to say yes to him. Everyone knew that you said yes when they saw Jisung's gummy smile as he puts the ring on your finger, and proceeds to hug you.

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makeyoumine69 · 10 months ago

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A Helping Hand (commission)

PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Pregnant!Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: You and Patrick are engaged and about to become parents. One day, during a fancy party, you face the difficulties of being pregnant, as your changing body, affected by the hormones, hurts, but your future husband is always eager to help you.

CONTAINS: Semi-public smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship, nipple play/sucking, pregnancy kink (kinda), fingering, praise kink, body worship, dirty talk, pet names, sweet & horny Patrick Bateman himself.

WORDS: 1.6k

A/N: I'm so happy to finally post this! Hope you like it!💞

LINKS: [MASTERLIST] 🪓 [COMISSIONS]

After a lavish party on the roof of one of Manhattan's skyscrapers hosted by the Bateman family, the sun was setting and it was getting a little chilly, so the waiters brought everyone blankets to keep warm. You, wrapped in a blanket, sat next to your fiance on the small plush couch, waiting for the car to pick you up and take you home.

Sipping your hot chocolate that had been made specially for you, you looked at him with undisguised affection and embarrassment as you wanted to ask him a question. "Patrick, I... I'm so embarrassed that I... you know... bite and scratch you during sex. Is that a bad thing? I just don't think you like it..."

Thank God the other guests weren't paying any attention to you, but you still felt uncomfortable. Patrick's family was also out of sight, probably talking to someone on the balcony. However, you had already shown your appreciation for hosting such a great event.

While you waited for his answer, you stroked your little baby bump, your breasts already got bigger, so the dress you were wearing was too tight and your nipples could be seen through the fabric.

Patrick paused for a moment, considering your question with a thoughtful look that slowly changed to an approving one. The embarrassment in your voice was clear, but it only served to amuse him.

"(Y/n)," he began, sliding closer to you on the small plush couch, "your... enthusiasm is one of your most exquisite attributes." He placed a hand on your knee, his fingers tracing small circles through the fabric of the blanket that covered you. "I revel in your responsiveness, Kitten." His grin grew wider, a clear indication that your concerns were unfounded.

"Really?" You murmured back, averting your eyes, still feeling so uncomfortable. "I just remember how meticulous you are about your skin and stuff."

The man leaned closer, lowering his voice so it was just for you, a husky whisper that brushed against your ear. "Let's be honest," his eyes glittered with a mischievous spark as he bit his lip lightly, teasing you. "You know how much I enjoy making a mess of you."

"Oh, Patrick…" You giggled shyly and rolled your eyes.

Bateman’s hand moved from your knee, daringly creeping up the blanket to rest on your slightly swollen belly, his thumb brushing gently over the fabric of your dress. The tautness of your nipples, visible through the strained material, did not escape his notice. "These marks," he continued, his gaze flickering down to where your breasts strained against the dress, "they are a powerful reminder of the intensity we share. And I wouldn't have it any other way." Patrick smirked while his touch grew bolder, fingers skimming the outline of your baby bump before sliding up to the outline of your breasts.

The sudden tingling in your nipples made you squirm in your seat; his words always had such an effect on you. "Patty," you pleaded suddenly, placing your cup on the nearby table and looking around briefly before continuing. "My... my nipples hurt... can you help me with that?" Embarrassed, you lifted the blanket, suggesting that it could hide both of you and no one would see you, since no one was around so far. "Sorry for asking," you added, averting your eyes, ashamed as ever. "It's just...the hormones...I didn't want to tell you…"

Excited, Patrick's lips curved into a knowing smirk at your bashful plea. The fiery blend of your embarrassment and the raw need that spilled from your words was a concoction he savored with every fiber of his being. Sneakily, he cast a cursory glance around the room, ensuring the relative privacy, before refocusing on you with the predatory gaze of a man who thrived on such deliciously improper requests.

"Do they hurt really bad, hmmm?” he echoed, his voice a low, silky ribbon of sound that wound its way around you with the tender brutality of a python. "And here I was thinking you'd have the restraint to wait until we were home. But if my little girl is in pain..." The man leaned closer, the scent of your arousal mingling with the warm, sweet aroma of the hot chocolate you had abandoned. "You want me to make it better?" the man questioned, his breath fanning over your skin as he lifted the blanket to create a hidden sanctuary for your naughtiness. "You always were sensitive to my words, Kitten. Can't say I'm not pleased to hear they still affect you so... intimately."

Panting, you bit on your lower lip to suppress any noises which could discredit you. "Yes," you closed your eyes and sprawled along the softness of the couch. "You know how to play with words…" gasping, you trembled beneath his hot breath. "...to set me on fire."

Under the guise of the blanket, Patrick's hand drifted to the fabric of your dress, deftly unbuttoning it just enough to allow him access to the tender flesh you so desperately wanted him to soothe. His fingers brushed against your skin, feeling the hard nubs of your nipples straining for his touch. "Is it so?"

Grabbing the plush material of the furniture, you were about to lose it here and now. "Mmm…y-yes….ah-Patrick!"

"Shh, baby," Bateman didn't falter, not even as he looked once more over his shoulder to ensure no eyes were upon you. "I’ve got you."

Then, with a dexterity honed by numerous clandestine encounters, he ducked under the cover of the blanket, his mouth closing over one aching nipple with a gentle suction that belied the fervor within him. The warm wetness of his mouth enveloped you, his tongue tracing the sensitive bud before drawing it further into the heat of his oral embrace. Purring softly, the man suckled with a rhythmic persistence, each pull designed to alleviate the tender ache as much as to stoke the flame of your shared desire.

Above the blanket, he maintained the expression of a man casually enjoying the evening with his fiancée, his free hand resting on the arm of the couch, the very picture of nonchalance. Beneath it, however, Patrick was entirely focused on you, on the softness of your breasts, the sweetness of your need, and the sound of your subdued moans as they were muffled by the fabric that concealed your indiscretion.

"Better now, Kitten?" Bateman murmured against your flesh, a dark chuckle vibrating through your nipple, sending shivers down your spine. His free hand wandered to your other breast, kneading it softly, ensuring that both received the attention they demanded.

The way his tongue danced across your hard peak was maddening, to say the least. “Uh-huh,” you stammered, closing your eyes, your cheeks burning from the inside. Then, you cautiously grabbed his large palm and moved it between your legs, making it press against your soaked panties. "I need you, n-need you so much, Patty."

Breathing heavily, you looked up at him, knowing that what you were doing was wrong and sinful, but the storm of hormones from being pregnant raged through your morphing body, making you a prisoner of the current situation.

Fortunately, you were still alone, and the car hadn't arrived yet. “A-aww,” you whimpered into his mouth as Patrick sealed your lips with his plump ones, not letting the sound escape from them. “Mhmnn…”

It was a silencing kiss, a masterful stroke of control that muffled your moan. Under the protective shroud of the blanket, his hand maneuvered beneath the delicate barrier of your underwear, his fingers tracing the soaked lace before delving into the slick heat of your pussy.

The soft, wet sound of his fingers sliding through your folds was nearly lost beneath the hush of your ragged breaths. Hot and bothered, Patrick pulled back from the kiss just enough to watch your face, your eyes fluttering closed, your lips parted in silent supplication.

"You're so wet, honey," Bateman whispered, the rough timbre of his voice sending a shudder through you. "This is what you need from me, isn't it? To be touched right here...where anyone could see what a bad girl you're being for me?"

The pressure of his fingers increased, finding your swollen clit, teasing it with a firm, circular motion that drew a whimper from you. "Be quiet, Kitten," he advised, his voice carrying an undercurrent of threat and promise. "Or you'll force me to stop, and we wouldn't want that, now would we?"

Your hand gripped his wrist, a silent entreaty not to cease his ministrations. Patrick's chest swelled with a possessive pride—you were his to command, even amidst this semi-public setting. Your need for him, a need he had so thoroughly ingrained in you, was a testament to his mastery over your senses.

Your eyes met, his holding a compelling blend of dark yearning and authoritative control. Patrick’s fingers quickened their pace, coaxing you closer to the brink as he watched the storm of emotions play across your tensed face.

Patrick leaned in once more, his lips hovering over yours, his breath mingling with yours as he spoke. "Cum for me, (y/n). Quietly, right here on this couch. Let me feel you shatter against my hand." His words, laced with an illicit thrill, were a command that brooked no refusal.

And as Bateman brought you to the edge, as he felt the clenching and unclenching of your inner walls around his probing fingers, he savored the power he wielded. In the luxury of the waiting room, under the soft golden lights of the city outside, this man was the master of your pleasure—a master who would be worshiped in silence, in awe, and with the unspoken understanding that you belonged to him, completely and irrevocably, no matter where you were.

P.S. Thank you for reading until the end! I don’t have a taglist. You can follow my side blog @makeyoumineagain and turn on notifications to know when I update!

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floridaboiler · 7 months ago

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20 Unspoken Rules for Men:

1. Never shake a hand sitting down.

Standing up shows respect and engagement. It signifies that you value the person you are meeting and are fully present in the interaction.

2. Protect who is behind you, and respect who is beside you.

This emphasizes loyalty and honor. Protecting those behind you means safeguarding your family, friends, and teammates. Respecting those beside you signifies recognizing the equality and value of your peers.

3. Never insult the cooking when you are the guest.

Showing gratitude and respect for hospitality is essential. Criticizing the cooking is disrespectful and ungrateful, especially when someone has gone out of their way to host you.

4. Never eat the last piece of something you didn't buy.

This rule underscores courtesy and consideration for others. It demonstrates awareness and respect for shared resources and the contributions of others.

5. Never make the first offer in a negotiation.

Letting the other party make the first offer can provide strategic advantages. It gives you insight into their expectations and can help you negotiate better terms.

6. Don't take credit for work you didn't do.

Integrity in acknowledging others' efforts is crucial. Taking undue credit undermines trust and damages your credibility.

7. Take the blame, and give credit when due.

Owning up to mistakes and recognizing others' contributions builds respect and trust. It shows maturity and leadership.

8. If you are not invited, don't ask to go.

Respecting boundaries and invitations is key to maintaining good social etiquette. It avoids awkward situations and respects the host’s intentions.

9. Always aim for the head.

This metaphorical rule can apply to many scenarios, implying that you should strive for excellence and precision in your efforts.

10. Don't beg for a relationship.

Self-respect and dignity are important. Desperation can lead to unhealthy dynamics and undervalues your worth.

11. Dress well no matter what the occasion.

Good grooming and dressing appropriately show respect for yourself and others. It also boosts confidence and makes a positive impression.

12. Always carry cash.

Being prepared for various situations, including emergencies, is practical. It reflects foresight and responsibility.

13. Listen, nod, and most of all make eye contact.

Active listening and non-verbal engagement are crucial for effective communication. They show that you value and are attentive to the speaker.

14. Show restraint in expressing anger, no matter what. Being angry is a waste of energy.

Managing anger is vital for maintaining composure and making rational decisions. It prevents regrettable actions and fosters a more positive environment.

15. Whether it's dinner, drinks, or both, avoid placing your phone on the dinner table.

Prioritizing face-to-face interactions over digital distractions shows respect and attentiveness to those present.

16. Never pose with alcohol.

Maintaining a responsible image is important. Posing with alcohol can convey unprofessionalism or recklessness.

17. Proper grammar will get you far in life. Leave the foul language for the less educated.

Good communication skills, including proper grammar, enhance your credibility and professionalism. Avoiding foul language shows respect and maturity.

18. Ask more than you answer.

Showing interest in others by asking questions fosters better relationships and understanding. It also demonstrates humility and a willingness to learn.

19. You can tell a great deal about a person by their handshake, so make yours strong and firm.

A firm handshake conveys confidence and sincerity. It is often the first impression you make, so it’s important to get it right.

20. Speak honestly. Say what you mean and mean what you say.

Honesty builds trust and integrity. It involves being truthful and consistent, fostering deeper connections and mutual respect. Speaking honestly also means balancing truth with empathy and tact, ensuring that your words are respectful and considerate.

#Deep Thoughts #Positive Vibes #Motivation #Not Mine #20 Unspoken Rules for Men

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szariahwroteit · 25 days ago

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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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