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Hat-trick - A Kylian Mbappé oneshot

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

The final whistle blew and you closed your eyes tightly, not moving for an entire minute. It had been a very frustrating game to watch, and you couldn’t help but feel very disappointed for Kylian. You knew how much he wanted that specific one to end in a win ; it was his first match back as captain of the french national team, and despite all their best efforts, the team hadn’t managed to score. Croatia had won. So there you were, in Split, Croatia’s capital, solo in your hotel room as you waited for your boyfriend to come back disappointed from his match.

You stayed on the sofa in the middle of the hotel room suite for a while, your legs tucked under you as you stared into space. Your heart was aching for Kylian, only imagining how he could feel in this moment. You never quite knew how to comfort him in those moments, not with words anyways.

Those situations had been very difficult in the beginning of your relationship ; you had tried to cheer him up, tried to make him talk about it, tried to reassure him… It had only made him more frustrated. Now you knew the only thing you could do to help was just be there, physically ; let him hold you, hug you…

You had learned that when he felt like things had slipped through his fingers during a game, he needed to reclaim some control somehow ; which often involved him taking complete charge in the bedroom for the night. Of course, you were always happy to help.

You took a quick shower, trying to relax under the hot water, before slipping on your pjs - a simple pair of shorts and a tank top. You knew it wouldn’t matter much.

You heard the faint bip of the hotel room card opening the door a second before he walked in, his bag in hand, his brows slightly furrowed. His eyes met yours just as he let his bag hit the carpeted floor, and you couldn’t help but immediately rush to him to pull him into a hug. He instantly reciprocated, wrapping both his arms around you and pulling you tighter against him.

“Hi, baby,” you murmured as you felt him place his face in the crook of your neck. He inhaled your scent, filling his lungs up with the familiar smell of your skin before closing his eyes.

“Hey,” he responded.

You both stood there for a while, your bodies warming up to each other as Kylian tried to calm his racing mind with long inhales and exhales against your skin. No words were said. Then you felt his hands travel to your ass, cupping both cheeks in his palms before giving them a vigorous squeeze, pushing his pelvis into yours as he did so.

“I need you,” he mumbled before grazing his teeth against the sensitive skin of your neck.

“I’m right here,” you murmured, as you reached a hand to pull his head up and look into his eyes. You slowly leaned in, your lips brushing his at first before pressing down in a slow, loving kiss. He immediately reciprocated, tension emanating from his touch as he placed one hand at the back of your head and traced his tongue over your bottom lip, silently asking for access.

The kiss soon turned into something much more intense. His hands were everywhere, both exploring your body and holding you in place. Kylian radiated warmth but he still seemed tense, his body rigid as he pressed against you, making you walk backward until your calf hit the end of the bed.

“Is it okay if I’m not gentle ?” he asked as he pulled away to be able to look into your eyes for an honest answer.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, capitaine”, you smirked and his eyes instantly darkened from that nickname.

“Oh yeah ? Did it turn you on, the armband ?” he asked as he traced his thumb over your bottom lip.

“You have no idea,” you confirmed as you took it into your mouth and started sucking on it, your eyes locked on his.

Kylian’s lips parted as he finally let some of his restraints go and let his mind refocus on one thing only : the things he wanted to do to you.

He slowly extracted his thumb from your mouth, watching the way your lips formed a perfect ‘o’ around it before pulling it out completely. He trailed the wet pad down your chin then neck, before letting it graze over your erect nipple, visible through the thin material of your tank top. You let out a sigh at the sensation and Kylian watched you closely as he started toying with the bud, circling it then gently pinching it.

“What do you need me to do ?” you breathed out, your eyes now clouded with desire.

He looked at you for a second before slowly shaking his head ‘no’. He gently pushed you onto the bed, making you lay on your back as he hovered over you.

“Just undress for me, I’ll handle the rest,” he instructed and you bit your lips as he stood back up at the end of the bed then pulled his own shirt over his head. You replicated his moves, first getting rid of your tank top, then your shorts, and discarding them into the room. Kylian was intently watching you and he lifted an eyebrow as you stopped there, lying in your panties on your hotel room bed.

“Naked,” he clarified, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit shy under his gaze. Whatever he had in mind, he was dead serious about it. You tried to be as sexy as you could as you slowly shimmed the cotton material down your legs, then let it fall to the floor. A glimmer of light passed through Kylian’s eyes as he finally had exactly what he wanted in front of him. “Are you wet already, mon coeur ?” he hummed as he kneeled at the end of the bed.

“Yes,” you sighed as he curled his hands around both your knees, and parted your legs to reveal your glistening folds to his hungry eyes.

“I’ll take care of you, love,” he informed you as if you needed any reassurance about that. (He always did.) “Don’t you dare hold anything back,” he added as he looked at you from between your legs, then placed his lips on your inner thigh and started kissing his way up.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you watched him place sloppy kisses all over your thighs, making you squirm under him, painfully aware of how close he was to your aching chore. He stopped for half a second before giving you a wink and then diving in. His sweet lips immediately wrapped around your swollen clit and started sucking, making you arch your back at the intensity.

“Fuck, Kylian,” you moaned as you brought one hand down to the back of his head. He smirked against you before sliding his tongue up and down your folds, teasing your entrance a few times before coming back up to circle your clit.

His arms were now wrapped around your thighs, firmly holding them spread out so he had comfortable access to your pussy. He plunged his tongue past your entrance, humming at the way your walls closed on him and you threw your head back in ecstasy. Your moans were filling the room and Kylian was getting off on them, it only spurred him on to suck and nip and circle faster, stronger… He was fully hard in his boxers, his hips pushed flush against the mattress as he stood kneeling at the end of the bed, fully focused on your pleasure.

“Kylian, I…” you managed to let out as he focused on your clit once more, flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Yes, tell me,” he prompted as he took a second to lick his lips and collect some of your arousal on his tongue before diving back in.

“I’m so close, gosh, please,” you cried out, your legs trying to close around his head but his grip on you only tightened to keep you still.

“Yeah ? About to come for me ?” he teased, his lips flushed against your bundle of nerves.

“Yes, yes yes, fuck,”

He pulled his tongue out, pushed it flat against your clit, and then started shaking his head from left to right, again and again, at a fast pace. The sight of his head moving like that between your legs would have been enough to make you come ; but the sensations that came with it were out of this world. It felt like the wave of pleasure that was coming over you, climbing inside your body, was absolutely unstoppable. There was nothing you could do about it, your legs were pinned to the bed and so you arched your back to an almost painful position as your toes curled and the knot in the pit of your stomach snapped.

“Kylian!” you cried out as you came hard, his mouth not slowing for a second as he let you ride your orgasm for as long as you could take it.

Your blurred vision was slowly starting to clear as you came down from your high. Kylian stood up then climbed onto the bed, hovering over you as he hungrily kissed your lips, letting you taste yourself on his lips.

“Damn, baby,” you whispered as you wrapped your arms around him and felt him smirk into the kiss.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he replied as he rolled onto his side just beside you. You looked at him, confused, expecting him to be ready for his own release now but the look he gave you told you he had something else in mind. He trailed one hand down your front, stopping to play with your breast for a minute before grazing his fingers down your stomach, past your navel, then straight to your sensitive pussy.

“Kylian,” you warned as you wrapped your own hand around his wrist in an attempt to stop him.

“I thought I told you I was in charge tonight,” he said, his voice lower now.

“Yeah, but-” you wanted to tell him that you were too sensitive for him to go back there just yet, but the way he was looking at you made you feel very shy all of a sudden.

“But ?” he repeated, his eyebrows shooting up and you shook your head as you felt your mouth go dry. “Alright, we’ll do it differently then. On your hands and knees,” he instructed and there was no room for discussion in the way he said it.

You obeyed, rolling onto your stomach before bringing your knees under your hips and lifting yourself up. He positioned himself behind you before gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail and letting his palm fall harshly against your left cheek, then hit you with the same intensity on your right one. You couldn’t help the moan that fell from your lips as the sting traveled straight to your core. Kylian knew the effect this had on you and he tightened his grip on your hair as he pulled your head to the side and placed his lips next to your ear.

“How many of them will it take to make you obedient again ?” he hissed and you pushed your hips back, eager to feel his erection against your heated ass.

“F-five?” you offered and he chuckled as he pulled away to position himself once more.

“I was thinking ten on each side, actually,” he replied before proceeding to slap each ass cheek once more, making you cry out from the mix of pain and pleasure. He rubbed your skin in-between each strike, making sure to give you enough time to recover before delivering the next one.

He could see the effect it had on you from where he stood : he could see the fresh arousal pooling at your entrance ; how your pussy clenched with each slap ; he could see the way your legs shook and he could hear the little moans falling from your lips as you shamelessly asked for more.

Your ass had turned a delicious shade of red by the time he was finished and he admired you for a second, so submissive on your hands and knees, letting him let out his frustration from the evening on you, not seeming to ever get enough.

“Are you gonna let me play with you, now?” he asked as he trailed a finger down your spine, past your puckered hole, then between your slick folds. “Or do I need to give that pussy a few slaps as well to make sure I’ve got you exactly where I want?”

It was a rhetorical question, his middle finger already entering your from behind as he said it. But your whole body reacted to his words, your insides clenching for a second as you imagined how it would feel. And of course he could feel it.

“Hmmm, my dirty girl,” he teased as he started curling his finger to graze against your g-spot, making you gasp in pleasure. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he informed you as he added a second finger.

His other hand was still holding your head by the hair, forcing you to keep your composure somehow. As overwhelming as the sensations were, you couldn’t let your arms fail you in that position. All you could do was keep still and take it : his fingers stretching you open, the pads brushing against your sensitive spot with every stroke, making you see stars.

You weren’t even aware of the noises you were making anymore, but they were making it hard for Kylian to keep his focus. He had a clear goal in mind, but he couldn’t wait to be inside you, to feel you clench and pulse around his rigid member, to feel your wet walls engulf him whole.

He let his fingers slip out from your folds, and your eyes widened as you felt a third one join in, as he very slowly worked them in, making sure to give you enough time to adjust.

“Fuck, Kylian,” you moaned, your head still held up. “I’m- fuck- not sure I can tak-” but just as you tried to finish your sentence, your felt his fingers slip in. All three of them, up to his knuckles.

“Are you okay ?” he asked, stilling his movement.

“Yes, oh yes,” you almost cried, feeling deliciously full from the intrusion. “Please, don’t stop,” you begged and he didn’t need to be told twice. He started pumping them in and out, then curling them just right, exactly where he knew he could have you come in an instant.

“How does it feel ?” he asked as he watched your body react to the new sensation. Three fingers was a first and seeing them slide in and out of you was making his cock pulse in his briefs. You moaned, and whined and whimpered… You didn’t think you could form any coherent sentence but he wasn’t having it. “Tell me,” he pushed as he gripped your hair just a little tighter.

“Fuck, Kylian, so full- I feel so full,” you confessed as you moved your hips back and started fucking yourself on his fingers, “Feels so good,” you moaned, “I’m so close”.

Kylian smirked as he curled his digits right up, and then brushed his thumb against your clit. Your whole body stiffened and your jaw went slack as your second orgasm crushed you. You would have collapsed onto the bed if it wasn’ for Kylian’s hand still holding you by your hair, making sure you would take everything he wanted to give you. Your walls clamped around his fingers and you cried out his name, your breath uneven and shallow, your eyes shut tight.

He slowed his movement before gently letting go of your hair, while his fingers slipped out of you, your orgasm now running down your inner thighs as you fought to catch your breath.

He leaned in and started placing small, tender kisses all over your back.

“Are you okay, mon ange ?” he murmured against your ear as he brushed a few strands of hair away from your face.

“Hmmm” was all you could reply as you let your arms give out and rested your head onto the bed under you. This caused your hips to jolt backwards and you felt Kylian’s erection against your backside. You bit your lips, as you looked up over your shoulder to watch his face, wondering if he had any further intention for you.

“Think you’re ready for me now?” he asked in a smirk, answering your unspoken question as he pushed his rock hard cock against you.

“You’ll be the death of me,” you replied as you reached behind you to stroke him through his boxer.

He let himself enjoy the sensation for a minute, leaning against your hand as he placed both of his on your hips and threw his head back. He had been holding back for far too long and he just couldn’t wait to be insidel you anymore.

He got rid of his boxers and placed his tip at your soaking entrance. Your hands were now resting on either side of your head and you pushed your hips back against him as he trailed his tip up toward your clit, then back to your entrance.

He entered your slowly, savoring the feeling, stretching you out deeper than his three fingers ever could. He didn’t stop until he was all the way in, the head of his cock resting against your cervix as you gasped for air. He slowly pulled out and in one swift, quick movement, he entered you again.

He set a punishing rhythm, his hips pushing against the sensitive skin of your ass with each thrust ; his heavy balls slapping against your pussy in sinful noises.

“Damn, you feel so good, (Y/N),” he growled as he reached a hand around to find your clit. You jolted at the sensation. After what felt like hours of being played with, and two orgasms, everything seemed heightened ; every small touch had you whimpering and moaning ; your walls closing around him like a vice as he kept pushing in and out with the same force.

He watched himself disappear into your tight heat and he couldn’t help but admire his handiwork on your ass ; the way your skin had turned the prettiest red under his ministration. He couldn’t resist the urge to extend his thumb from where his hand rested on your hips, and graze his nail over the heated skin. You squirmed under him, the sensations were too much and you were certain you would pass out if he didn’t stop. Yet you didn’t want him to. The slight burn of his fingers on your oversensitive clit, the fullness of his thick length nestled deep into you, and now the delicious pain of his light scratches on your abused skin.

He had never seen you so lost in pleasure, so gone, and he couldn’t get enough of it. But he was approaching his own climax and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer.

“Gimme one more, baby,” he moaned and you wanted to protest that you couldn’t, that it was too much, but you knew it was no use. He knew your body better than you did, and you knew he wouldn’t take ‘no’ as an answer, not when he had decided to coax every once of pleasure out of you.

He doubled his efforts, rubbing tight circles on your clit as his thrusts became harder, more demanding.

“I’m so close, fuck,” he groaned, his grip tightening before he landed one last strong slap to your backside.

That was your undoing. You cried out and slammed your hips against him as you started shaking all over, your toes curling and your hands gripping the sheets tightly as the pleasure swallowed you whole.

Kylian smiled and he felt his balls tightened as he watched you struggle through your third orgasm, every single one of them his doing : his hat-trick of the night.

He came in a long, strangled moan, your name falling from his lips as he gave one last small thrust and emptied himself inside you, his whole body jerking forward. It rippled through him for what felt like an eternity, prolonging his pleasure as he fell on top of you.

He eventually pulled out, laying beside you as he wrapped his arms around your spent body.

Silence enveloped you both, the room only filled with the sound of your still ragged breathing.

“Thank you,” he murmured against your hair after a while. You lifted your head up from his chest to look at him with a smile.

“What for ? Shouldn't I be the one thanking you ?” you replied, referring to the three earth shattering orgasms he had just given you.

“Thank you because even on nights like this, when I don’t get the result I had wished for in a game, I know I can always come home to you and be reminded that I still win at life.” he replied as the biggest boyish grin made its way on his face.

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emeraldlusts · 5 months ago

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Welcomed - A Kylian Mbappé oneshot

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

Kylian was spread out onto the bed, his phone in hand when you walked out of the bathroom, a white towel wrapped just above your chest.

“Hey baby,” you greeted as you walked over to him, leaning down to peck his lips as he looked up from his phone, his eyebrows immediately lifting up as he took in your appearance.

“Hey,” he replied, one hand immediately reaching out to wrap around your wrist in an attempt to stop you in your tracks as you were about to walk straight to your dressing room. “Hey, wait,” he added as he sat up and wrapped an arm around your waist, trying to pull you into him.

“I don’t have time, Kylian, I’m already late,” you pouted, placing both hands on his shoulders as you were now standing in between his parted legs.

“‘tis unfair,” he replicated your pout, impersonating a five year old before cupping your face and pulling you down for a real kiss, his lips soft and demanding as he pressed them against yours.

It didn’t happen all that often, but tonight, you were actually going out for a girls night. It felt like ages since you had last done that. Having moved away from your hometown to join Kylian in Madrid, you had left most of your childhood friends behind and didn’t go out as often anymore. Tonight was the first night you were actually going out with two of the girls you had recently made friends with in this new city. You realized as you started getting ready just how much you had missed it, and you could feel the excitement starting to take over your entire body, your heartbeat speeding up a little at the thought of a full night of dancing, laughing, and drinking.

You slipped on the outfit you had decided to wear and checked yourself in the floor length mirror. You had picked a black bodysuit with a zipper at the front that allowed you to choose just how much cleavage you wanted to reveal, and paired it with a long skirt just sheer enough to show glimpses of your legs when the lighting was just right.

Satisfied with your reflection, you reapplied a layer of lipstick before walking back into your bedroom, where your boyfriend hadn’t moved, his thumb still sliding up his screen as he scrolled through a random app.

He looked up and frowned as his eyes traveled from your head to your toes, then back up a few times.

“Where are you girls going again ?” he asked as he locked his phone and placed all his attention on you. You gave him the name of the club as you sat down to put on your heels, hoping you’d be able to stand the whole night in them. He cleared his throat, which made you look up and you instantly noticed his expression. Something was off.

“What ?” you asked.

“Nothing, just-” he hesitated, carefully choosing his next words. “Your outfit ?” was all he could find in that instant.

You immediately stood up, looking down at yourself before turning around in the room, trying to find the nearest mirror even though you knew there wasn’t any in this bedroom.

“What ? It doesn’t look good ? Is it not appropriate ?” you started to panic, mentally scanning your wardrobe to try and find a replacement, knowing you’d have to be quick as you were already late.

“Oh no, it looks good… A little too good, actually,” he confessed, making you narrow your eyes at him. “As for appropriate, I’m probably biased but I would say not,” he admitted.

“What does ‘a little too good’ mean ??” you retorted, annoyance creeping up in your tone.

He stood up, and took two long strides before standing in front of you and placing his hands on your hips, his firm touch immediately calming you down.

“You look fantastic, baby,” he reassured, which had you frowning in confusion.

“Then what ?” you breathed out, trying to make some sense of this exchange.

“I just… I don’t know how I feel about you going clubbing in this outfit,” he replied. Your eyes shot up and you were about to give him hell about this remark but he didn’t give you the time to. “I’d never ask you to change, you know that ; and I know you wouldn’t do it anyway. I guess I’m just saying, please be careful, okay ? Because from what I have in front of my eyes right now, you’ll probably have to shove dudes away the whole night.”

That was a good save, and you felt a slight blush creep up your cheeks at his words ; which he of course, didn’t fail to notice.

“Come on, you know the club, it’s only VIPs and celebrities, I should be safe,” you replied, placing a hand on his chest that he immediately took into his own before bringing it up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on your palm.

“Yep, I know the club, and I know those guys : they’re not used to hearing the word ‘no’.” his lips pressed into a thin line as he uttered those words.”I know you can take care of yourself, (Y/N), but please be careful.��

“When am I not ?” you replied with a smile, attempting to soothe his worries.

“I know, but I think you don’t realize just how fucking sexy you look right now, and-” he brought his hand up to the front zipper of your body and swiftly pulled it down to your navel, your breasts immediately springing free before his eyes. “Hell, it’s not a fake one,” he muttered under his breath.

“Kylian, I’ll be fine,” you quickly replied before pulling the zipper back up, constricting your breasts inside the bodysuit as you did so. “Besides, I won’t be alone, the girls will be there.”

“Yeah, the girls you’ve known for three months,” he sharply replied. He couldn’t really think straight anymore, not since he’d seen just how easy it would be for any guy to just randomly walk up to you and gain access to your breasts with a snap of their fingers.

He then saw a shadow of hurt cloud your eyes and registered what he had just said. He knew he was being unfair. You had left your home, your family and friends, everything you’d ever known to follow him here, while he was fulfilling his dreams. And now he was throwing it all in your face by reminding you that you didn’t have any longtime friends here.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I’m just worried I guess and I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“I know,” you replied.

You knew this man like the back of your hand by now, and you knew damn well he wouldn’t ever do or say anything to intentionally hurt you. You also knew how protective he could get over you, and most times, it actually was a huge turn on. But right now, you just wanted to enjoy your girls night out.

“I promise to be careful. All three of us girls are in relationships so I think it’s very clear we’re only going out to dance with each other and we won’t let any man in our circle.”

Kylian exhaled, both relieved by your words and the fact you had decided not to pick a fight when you clearly would have had the right to.

“Thank you,” he murmured before leaning down to capture your lips.

“M’lipstick,” you whined against his mouth but he didn’t stop.

“‘tis mine now,” he smiled before pulling away.

You shook your head and smiled back at him before quickly going back to the bathroom to try and fix the damage that had just been done to your makeup.

“Can I push it ?” you heard Kylian ask from the doorway and you looked up at him through the mirror, waiting for the rest of his sentence to decide whether or not he was actually pushing it. “Would you let Esteban drive you there and back ?”

Esteban was Kylian’s driver, and as nice as he was, you had always refused to ask for his services, even though most times it probably wouldn’t have bothered him. You rolled your eyes and turned around to face your boyfriend.

“Kylian, that's ridiculous, it’s not part of his job to drive me around, and I have no idea at what time I’ll be coming back home, I won’t have him waiting around on a club’s parking lot for hours,” you tried to reason with him, but he had his arms crossed against his chest which you knew meant your chances were thin. “I’ll take a taxi.”

“He won’t mind,” he simply answered and he was already fishing for his phone from his jeans’ front pocket to make the call. You knew you wouldn’t win that one so you went for another strategy instead, hoping you could at least get something out of this.

“On one condition though,” you quickly blurted out, “I’ll leave my phone in my purse, so please don’t expect texts or calls from me. I promise to call you in case of an emergency, but that’s it.”

Kylian narrowed his eyes at you then let a small sigh escape his lips before pressing ‘call’ on his phone, sealing the deal.

You finished the last touch ups, took one last look at yourself in the mirror before heading back to the bedroom to pick up your purse and finally leave the house. You approached Kylian who was still carefully watching you before pecking his lips with the tip of yours, careful not to ruin your lipstick again.

“Bye babe,” you whispered with a smile, feeling confident in the way you looked as you saw the familiar flame burning in his eyes.

“Don’t let your drinks out of your sight for even a second,” Kylian replied as you turned around to leave.

“Okay, dad,” you teased with a smirk, making fun of his protectiveness before opening the door.

“I’ll make you regret that,” you heard him retort right as you started walking down the stairs and toward the front door.

The car ride was just a little under thirty minutes and that gave you the time to text your friends then catch up on some of your unread messages before taking a scroll on Instagram.

You were just about to get there when your phone buzzed with a new message from Kylian. You rolled your eyes and debated whether or not to open it but decided that your ‘no message, no call’ rule would only start the second you entered the club.

That’s what your outfit does to a man

And attached to the message was a picture of him, on the bed, in his black boxers, cupping his erection through the cotton fabric. Your mouth went dry as you took in this view : his taut abs, the v-line disappearing into his underwear, towards the part of him you most wanted to see. The second text came a few seconds later.

Have fun tonight, love, but keep a little energy for when you get back xx

You almost considered asking Esteban to drive you right back ; that’s what this man could do to you with a single picture barely showing anything and a few words that sounded like a promise. You took a few minutes to compose yourself before typing your reply.

I promise xx

To say the night lived up to your expectations was an understatement, it was probably the most fun you had had in weeks. You had just enough to drink to be able to feel the warmth inside and your mind disconnect as you danced for hours, not once stopping except to whisper words in your friends’ ears every now and again.

Your whole body was still buzzing from the excitement of the club when you climbed into the backseat of the car, apologizing to Esteban for the time it was.

You immediately pulled out your phone, and was pleased to see that Kylian had respected his part of the deal and hadn’t tried to contact you. Except now you were a little worried that he had actually gone to sleep and wouldn’t follow through with his earlier promise.

On my way back xx

His answer came only a few seconds later, which warmed your heart, knowing it meant he was actually waiting for you.

Finally !

Your excitement kept on growing as the car made its way through the streets of Madrid, and you could barely keep it together anymore when you pushed your keys into the lock and opened the front door. The house was dark and Kylian was nowhere to be seen, so you quickly made your way up to your shared bedroom, your breath hitching as you pushed the door open.

He was still on the bed, only this time he was only wearing the boxers you had seen in the picture he’d sent you. He was effortlessly hot, his body was a magnet you couldn’t resist and he knew that well enough. He had dimmed the light and the atmosphere felt heavy with a tension that made your pulse quicken. You placed your purse on the nearest chair as he stood up and walked over to you, every movement making his muscle bulge under his skin, making your mouth salivate at the sight.

“Had fun ?” he asked as he placed one hand on your waist, one hand at the back of your neck and then crashed his lips on yours, not giving you the opportunity to reply. He instantly claimed your mouth, his tongue pushing past your lips and restlessly caressing yours, making your gasp at the assault.

Kylian had spent most of the night imagining you dancing in a club full of boys, in an outfit that made you look as sexy as you’d ever been, probably driving any man who saw you as crazy as it had him. You came back even more alluring than you had left, your skin glowing from dancing the whole night, your eyes a little wider due to alcohol, and your hair falling messily down your shoulders and back..

A vixen.

He was going to make sure you remembered you were his. And he knew exactly how.

“Can you stand a little longer in those heels ?” he asked against your mouth as he pushed his body into yours, letting you feel his hard on before proceeding to walk you backwards, his arms securing you against him.

“I think so,” you managed to breathe out, your heart thumping in your chest. “Why ?”

“You’re keeping them,” he simply informed you, now pushing you into your shared dressing room. He then stopped and settled you both in the middle of the room, his lips still on yours as the hand that was on your waist travelled down to your ass and gave your left cheek a firm squeeze.

You gasped and felt him smile into the kiss. The warmth of his bare chest against you made your skin burn under his touch. You needed him, badly.

“No incident ?” he asked as he pulled away for a second to gaze into your eyes. You shook your head ‘no’, the intensity of his eyes in that moment had you completely mesmerized. You knew he had a plan and whatever it was, you were in for it. “Good,” he hummed before his lips curled into a devastating smirk.

He placed both his hands on your hips, his eyes falling on your cleavage before he looked back up at you.

“Turn around, mon coeur,” he gently instructed, knowing that hearing him speak French never failed to turn you on.

You did as he told you and your eyes widened as you suddenly understood where this was all going. You were now facing the both of you, reflected in the floor length mirror that stood on one of the walls of the dressing room. Kylian had mentioned the idea a couple weeks ago, and you knew he was not one to forget to follow through on his ideas, especially in the bedroom. Especially when it had that kind of effect on you.

Kylian was intently watching your reaction, the look on your face as you put two and two together and understood what the rest of the night would hold. He noticed the way your cheeks turned a darker shade of red, the way your lips parted as you took a full look at yourself, and then the way your eyes settled on him, as if waiting for his instructions.

“Remember ?” he murmured against your ear, one arm wrapping around your body, pushing his front flat against your back, making sure you could feel him hard and hot against your backside.

“Yes,” you breathed out, one hand instantly reaching up to wrap around his arm.

“I want you- I need you to see what I see, (Y/N). Because I don’t think you understand just how sexy you are,” he continued, his other hand caressing your sides over your top, making you shiver under his touch. “I’ve been burning on the inside from the second I saw you in that outfit. And having to spend hours knowing other men were admiring you in it drove me insane,” his voice was deeper now, coming from his chest, almost menacing.

His hand caressed over your stomach, then your breast, lingering a little. You couldn’t look away, your eyes following the trail of his fingers on your body, anticipating his next move. He continued his way up until he had one hand wrapped around your throat. He didn’t apply any pressure, but it was enough to make you look at him and fall into complete submission in an instant. He held your gaze, his lips grazing your earlobe.

“I’m gonna play with you until I’m satisfied with the number of times you’ve said my name ; until I’m sure that of all the boys that have checked you out tonight, I’m the only face you remember-”

“Kylian,” you started to protest, meaning to tell him that he didn’t have to compete with anyone, ever.

“Hush,” he instructed, his fingers tightening just slightly around your throat. “I know, baby, it’s only a game,” he said, his voice a little softer now. “Just one I intend to win,” he added in a whisper, his lips curling in a devastating smile. “Keep your eyes open, babygirl, that’s all I ask.”

You were mesmerized by the way his arms wrapped around your body, holding you against him, molding your two bodies as if they were only one. He let go of your throat, and ever so slowly trailed his hand down your body, until it reached your waist. He swiftly hooked his thumbs under the elastic of your skirt and his eyes flickered to your face as he slowly kneeled behind you, pulling the fabric down in one swift movement, letting it pool at your feet.

Your mouth fell open. The sight of him kneeling behind you, his face inches away from your ass as you stood now only in your bodysuit and heels was more than you could handle. You felt like you’d never been this aroused before, this wet… And you were wondering if he could smell you from where he was kneeling. So close.

His hands cupped your ass and he locked his eyes on yours as he leaned in, and sank his teeth into your flesh. You gasped, fighting to keep your balance and Kylian chuckled behind you as he stood back up and did the same move on your neck, biting you gently as he wrapped his arms around you again.

His right hand traveled down your front, and he boldly cupped your sex as he pushed himself against your ass, trapping you against him.

“I can feel how wet you are, even through that bodysuit,” he growled, and you wriggled against him, trying to create friction. Between his hand and your core, but also between your ass and his hard on. “Did it happen just now, or did it start in the club ?” he asked as he applied a little more pressure, the pad of his fingers pressing against your entrance through the fabric.

“It started with your picture,” you corrected him, your left hand flying up to reach the back of his head behind you. His smile returned as he looked at you through the mirror.

“Yeah ? What did it do to you ?” he prompted just as his fingers managed to find your already swollen clit and started tracing slow, strong circles through the thick material.

“Almost asked Esteban to drive me right back,” you admitted as pleasure started coursing through your body.

“But you didn’t ?” It was as much a question as a reproach ; a mistake in his book, one that you now needed to justify.

“I couldn’t let you win that easily,” you managed to let out, your eyes fixated on his fingers moving between your legs as you felt your legs start to tremble.

“No ? What about now ?” he asked as his hand left your core, making you whimper. He reached for the zipper of your top for the second time of the night, and he pulled it down in one swift movement as he purred his last question right into your ear. “Do you think I’ll win now ?”

Both of his hands covered your boobs in an instant and he squeezed them just enough to make you roll your head back against his shoulder, the feeling of his palm against your erect nipples enough to make your insides clench.

“Eyes back on us, mon ange,” he softly reminded you, “and answer me;” that last part was uttered in a more demanding tone.

You swallowed hard as you forced your head back up and took in your appearance. Your bodysuit was now dangling at your waist and Kylians large palms were covering half of your torso as he kept toying with your breasts.

“You’ve already won,” you moaned right as he rolled both your nipples in between his thumbs and forefingers, making you arch your back and press your ass into his erection again.

The smile that appeared on his face then was devastating. He always played to win, on the pitch of course, but also in any other area of his life ; his competitiveness was a really big part of his personality. But winning you over, from the very first day he met you : that had been some of his favorite victories.

And seeing you right now, your hands desperately wrapped around his arms, trying to steady yourself as your eyes were still fixated on his hands covering your boobs… He never wanted this image to leave his mind. The blush that crept up your chest and all the way up to your cheeks the only remaining trace of your shyness. His most cherished victory was being able to break down all your walls until you let yourself succumb to the pleasure he wanted to give you.

“Kylian, please,” you moaned, barely audible.

He observed your face as he slowly trailed one of his hands down your stomach, and under the fabric now dangling at your waist to find your core. He managed to trail one finger down your soaked slits but he wasn’t satisfied with the lack of latitude his movements had.

He made quick work of the remaining of your outfit, leaving you completely naked, except for your heels. His hands were back on you before you had the time to take a full breath in, his fingers immediately finding your clit and one nipple.

And he started playing your body like a virtuose, both his hands replicating the same moves, one on your clit, the other on your left nipple as your eyes kept traveling from one to the other. Your breathing quickened and your moans started filling the room, your body responding to his touch, both begging for more and trying to pull away at the same time in fear that it would be too much.

“Oh god, Kylian,” you groaned as he found a new pattern. He set a punishing rhythm, his forefinger tracing your folds, then entering you once before retracting and traveling up to circle your clit, and then back down to your entrance. Again and again. You couldn’t take it, and he could tell from the look on your face, from the way you gripped his arm so tightly, from the way your walls closed around his finger each time he entered you, your body begging him to stay there.

“Just want to make something very clear,” he murmured, his lips finding your neck as he struggled to keep his own composure, his dick painfully hard against your ass. “This pussy,” he gave it a sharp slap, making you gasp, “It’s mine. Your body’s mine Y/N,” he squeezed your breast as he said it. “And I want you to know that each time you’ll decide to put on a show for someone else, I’ll make sure to reclaim it properly, do you understand ?”

You nodded, fighting against yourself to keep your eyes open as Kylian started rubbing your clit at a dangerously fast pace. He brought his other hand down to your core and swiftly pushed two fingers past your lips, curling them instantly as he continued his assault on your swollen bundle of nerves.

“I own this pussy and I can make it do what I want. In a second I’ll make you come undone, but I could just as well decide to tease you for hours and not let you come at all ; or to make you come over and over until you pass out from pleasure ; or to bury my dick in you and wreck you until you’re bruised inside.” The knot in the pit of your stomach was getting tighter and tighter and his words murmured against your skin were making it impossible for you to hold anything back. You were moaning and whining in his arms, unable to stop the trainwreck of pleasure coming your way. “Point is, I decide,” he concluded, “and you let me because you know no one else could ever make you feel that good, right?”

You knew he was expecting an answer, but you were too far gone to be able to give him one. Your eyes were tightly shut now, your jaw slack as you felt your chest heave one last time, taking a big breath in, preparing yourself for what was to come.

“Open your eyes and watch me make you come,” he ordered, his teeth sinking into the skin of your neck as you obeyed, unable to do anything but surrender to him.

You attached your gaze to both his hands between your thighs as he gave one last flicker to your clit and pushed you over the edge. Your whole body stiffened and you cried out his name as you started convulsing against him. The wave shattered you, made your toes curl and your legs gave out under the weight of the pleasure. You would have fallen to your knees hadn’t he secured you in his strong arms, making you lean back against him as he worked you through your orgasm.

“Oh fuck,” you eventually let out, your breath only then starting to find a steady rhythm again.

“That good, huh?” he murmured with a smirk as he turned you around in his arms to envelop you in a warm hug. You smiled against his chest, your eyes almost rolling at how smug he sounded. Truth was, he had every right to be satisfied with himself right now : he had just made you come with his fingers, standing up in just your heels in front of a mirror.

You pressed your body further against him, his warmth comforting as you could feel his naked skin against your own. Well, naked, except for one part.

“Not what I expected when I received that picture, tho…” you teased, feeling emboldened by the teeth shattering orgasm he had just given you.

“No?” he asked, his brows furrowing, “had something else in mind, angel ?”

“Yes.” you simply replied before detaching yourself from him. You barely had the time to register the look of confusion on his face before you sank to your knees.

Your back was now to the mirror as you focused entirely on him. You couldn’t see your reflection anymore. But Kylian could. And he had to take a very deep breath as he suddenly understood that he was about to watch you suck him off with a 360° view.

“Baby,” he let out, one hand cradling your face as you hooked your fingers under the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down his legs, letting his erection spring up just in front of your eyes.

You licked your lips at the sight. He was rock hard, his head swollen and almost purple-ish as precum had already started licking from the tip. The only thing on your mind was to try and reciprocate the insane pleasure he’d just given you, and even though it usually didn’t come naturally to you, you decided to be a bit more vocal than usual.

“That’s all I could think about in the club,” you purred out, looking up at him through your lashes as you licked a line from the base of his cock right up to the tip. “Coming back home and getting on my knees for you.”

Kylian’s eyes couldn’t leave you, he watched in awe as you wrapped one hand around his base then lowered your lips to his tip, your tongue flicking out to lick at the little bed of precum that had formed there.

“Did you imagine it too?” you asked and then lowered your mouth on him before he had the chance to answer. You felt him stretch your lips and you slowly started bobbing your head up and down, taking him a little bit deeper each time as your jaw relaxed with every movement.

“You were gone for hours (Y/N), fuck, I had the time to imagine a lot of things,” he confirmed under his breath as he looked up for a second, admiring your naked back, your naked ass in the mirror, and the way the back of your head moved, allowing him deeper and deeper into your mouth each time.

You let him out of your mouth with a pop before gathering some saliva in your mouth and letting it drip down his length. You took a deep breath then looked back up at him before slowly inching him back into your mouth. Except this time you went all in, until he hit the back of your throat. You took a moment to relax around him, breathing through your nose as you held him there for as long as you could. Your lips were firmly pressed against his pelvis, he was as deep as he could get, and you knew this would unravel him. You pulled out once more, saliva pooling at the corner of your lips as you decided to play your last card.

“I imagined you reclaiming my mouth as well,” you admitted, referring to his earlier words, and as you waited for him to register what you had just said, you placed your lips around his tip, then crossed your arms behind your back, offering yourself to him.

Kylian’s eyes flickered to the mirror again, seeing your hands rest at the small of your back made all the blood leave his head and go straight to his shaft. He could feel himself pulsing against your lips and a low growl escaped him as he lowered one hand to the back of your head, and tangled it into your hair.

“Fuck, baby, you look so sexy right now,” he moaned appreciatively. “Are you sure about this?” He was asking because he wasn’t certain he’d be able to refrain himself from going all the way. He had been hard for what felt like hours and you were now offering him the green card to do whatever he wanted with your mouth. That was deliciously dangerous.

Instead of answering him, you gave a firm flick of your tongue over his tip.

That did it. His eyes grew a shade darker as he tightened his grip on your hair, and then pushed himself inside your wet, warm, waiting mouth. He couldn’t go slow or gentle, he was way past that. He set a relentless rhythm, pushing his hips forward and bringing your mouth down on him at the same time, hitting the back of your throat every time.

“God that feels so good,” he moaned just as tears started to well up at the corner of your eyes. You didn’t want him to stop until he was absolutely done with you, so you made an extra effort to breathe through your nose and relax your jaw, your eyes still fixed on his.

He slowed down a little, but only to invade your throat a second later and stop there for a moment. He couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. You, on your knees for him, offering yourself completely, trusting him so deeply. You swallowed around him and a breathless ‘fuck’ escaped his lips. He was dangerously close and he wanted this moment to last a little longer, so he pulled out completely, and then held your head still as he only offered you his tip.

You sucked and licked and whined, wordlessly begging for more. Your wide eyes and pouty lips were his undoing. He thrust his hips forward and started quickly fucking your mouth before stilling in your throat again, your nose buried in his pubic hair.

“Do that thing again,” he pleaded.

You knew he was on the edge of coming, so you made sure to keep your eyes right on his face as you swallowed around his cock, making your throat close around him like a vice. His lips parted as pure ecstasy ran through his entire body, and you did it a second time right as he exploded into your mouth.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” he moaned loudly as his hips jerked forward and he emptied himself inside your mouth in four spurs of hot white cum. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked and licked, intoxicated by the expression of pure pleasure that was taking over his face.

He stayed inside your mouth for a little while longer before slowly pulling out, his hand coming around to cup your jaw as you kept your eyes on him and swallowed his orgasm. Even in his spent state, he knew that he’d be getting hard over this memory for months to come.

“That was amazing, baby,” he hummed as he helped you up to your feet and wrapped his arms around you.

He lifted you up effortlessly and walked you back to your bedroom before gently settling you down onto the bed. He then kneeled down before you and started to undo your heels, his fingers gently working over the soles of your feet as you let out an appreciative moan.

“I’ll be going out more often if that’s how I’m welcomed back every time,” you teased with a lazy smile.

He shook his head, letting out a chuckle as he pressed a single kiss to your ankle before making his way onto the bed next to you, pulling you against him with a hand on your waist.

“And I’ll be a jealous prick more often if that’s where I’m welcomed every time,” he replied, his finger flicking over your lips as he gave you a mischievous look.

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