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Can you write an angsty one with Kylian Mbappe.
A secret affair, a fling - Kylian Mbappé x Reader
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Warnings: Cheating
summary: In which the reader is left alone on vacation in Brazil with her fiancés best friend Kylian. Based on Billie Eilishs „Billie Bossa Nova"
Love when it comes without a warnin’
‚Cause waitin‘ for it gets so borin’
The music was blaring through the club as you felt your body giving in. Swaying your hips, feeling his hands run up and down your body, stopping at your throat before he pulled you back. Teasing you as he placed kisses down your neck before whispering into your ear.
„Thanks for showing me this.“
You moved your body against his to the familiar sounds of the Brazilian Bossa Nova. Everyone around you on the dancefloor being taken over by the rhythm. Including the french boy that was currently grinding against you.
This felt wrong. No, this was wrong. But you were both too drunk and taken over by passion to think clearly.
It was unexpected, yet it seemed like you had secretly already hoped for it too happen.
Showing Kylian around Rio had been incredibly fun. You had taken him to all the good spots, where locals would hang out. Knowing the city like the back of your hand as you had grown up there.
A lot can change in twenty seconds
A lot can happen in the dark
It was a big city though. And you were both lonely. With your fiancè being in Europe, having left early because of some job. Cutting your vacation short and leaving Kylian and you behind in the big city.
„It’s gonna be fine. You should stay and enjoy Rio.“
If he saw you right now, all sweaty and grinding against his best friend in a dark night club, he probably wouldn’t have told you to stay. But he trusted you. He trusted Kylian.
Love when it makes you lose your bearings
Some information’s not for sharing
Kylian pressed you against the stone wall, making you giggle as you put your hand against his chest. The outside of the club way too busy to be doing this but both of you too drunk to care.
Kylian bit your bottom lip before pulling away and breaking the kiss. You stared at him, trying to catch your breath.
„What?“ you asked, tracing his eyebrows with your index finger.
He held up a polaroid camera, that he had brought with him everywhere, as you leaned against the wall and smiled. It only took a few seconds before the flash appeared and a picture came out the camera.
Kylian grabbed the small photo, shaking it a few times before putting it into his blazers pocket. As he did so, you noticed his expression change.
„I think I lost my wallet.“ he slurred, his french accent stronger as he also had way too much to drink „But I don’t really care right now.“
You giggled as he pressed his lips against yours again. Eagerly trying to push his tongue in before you allowed him entrance.
„Carlos?“ Kylian asked, his hand on your leg as he traced circles against your skin „Can you please bring us to a hotel a little out of the city?“
Kylians driver looked at him with furrowed eyebrows before nodding, understanding exactly what was going on. He had been driving Kylian and you around for the past week, knowing very well who you both were.
Carlos didn’t say anything though as it wasn’t his place to ask any questions. He started the engine of his black Mercedes before driving off through Rios busy streets.
You dimmed the light on your phone, as Kylian looked at you from the side. Clearly reading the text your boyfriend had sent you.
Meu amor: how was your day? Did Kyky enjoy the beach at Copacabana?
You felt guilt washing over you but before you could even think Kylian grabbed your phone and turned it off.
„He doesn’t need to know everything.“ the french boy then exclaimed, making you nod in agreement. Maybe some things were better left unsaid.
You better lock your phone
And look at me when you’re alone
The drive was taking longer then expected as there was always a lot of traffic in Rio. You stared out the tinted window of the car, watching all the different people just live their life. Making you wonder what each of them was like.
Kylian spent the whole drive staring at you as he whispered how pretty you were from time to time. You knew he was just very drunk.
You tried the best you could to contain yourself and not give into his charm, knowing that Carlos could not talk about anything he didn’t clearly see. If nothing happens, he has nothing to tell.
Although you were pretty sure Kylians managers already made him sign an NDA. They always did.
You bit your lip and held your breath when you felt Kylian slowly slip his finger under the hem your red dress. The dress that had made him go crazy all night as it hugged your curves perfectly and was way too short. All he wanted to do was rip it off.
Won’t take a lot to get you goin’
I’m sorry if it’s torture though
You closed your eyes as Kylians fingers ran up and down your thigh. His hand moving dangerously high. Just as Kylian tried to push your underwear aside, you grabbed his hand as you sent him a shocked look. His face only lit up by the flickering lights from outside.
You pressed your legs together, making it impossible for him to move his hand any further. Carlos clearing his throat in the front seat as you hoped he hadn't just seen that.
Kylian sent you a mischievous grin, satisfied with the effect he had on you.
„I like it when you lose control.“ the french boy smirked, before freeing his hand from your grasp and readjusting his black blazer.
Use different names at hotel check-ins
It’s hard to stop it once it starts
„One room for two, please.“ you watched Kylian lean against the hotel counter, all suited up as the nightclerk typed something into the computer.
The hotel was nice and quite luxurious. It was about half an hour from the city, so there were almost no people around at this time. As you watched Kylian through the glass door that separated the lobby and reception, you couldn't help but think about what it is that you were about to do. What you had already done.
„Jean Laurent.“ you heard Kylian lie to the nightclerk, as he looked back at you standing in the lobby with your arms crossed.
You felt uncomfortable and the more time that was passing you realized what a stupid idea this was.
„Let’s go.“ Kylian walked over to you, holding a hotelroom keycard in his hand.
The two of you walked through the hallways of the hotel. The lights were dimmed as you strutted over the red carpets. Tracing the wallpaper with your index finger. Kylian following close behind you, both of you not saying a word.
The elevator music filled the awkward silence as it took you all the way to the top. Kylian looking at his phone, avoiding your gaze while you just held on to your clutch.
You arrived at room 201, Kylian opening the door for you. You entered the pitch black room as the door was closed behind you. And only a few seconds later the room was lit up by a big chandelier, revealing what seemed to be a full blown suite.
„Wow…“ you said, looking around the massive room that looked more like a apartement. The big king sized bed being the center of attention.
The lights were also dimmed as you made your way over to the big windows, that led to a balcony. You left the room through the flowing curtains and a beautiful skyline of Rio revealed itself. Although it was quite far away the city looked absouluety stunning from here. All the lights flickering and the sight of your hometown making your heart warm.
You felt two hands wrap around your waist as Kylian hugged you from behind. Resting his head on your shoulders, feeling his chest move up and down.
„It’s nice, huh?“ he whispered, as you finally relaxed into his embrace. Feeling the warmth from his touch.
„It’s amazing.“ you smiled, putting your hand against his cheek „Thank you so much Kyky.“
You felt Kylian sigh, as he buried his face into the crook of your neck „I’m relieved you like it.“
You raised your eyebrows as you turned around, Kylians hands still on your waist only now with you facing him. „Relieved?
„Yeah…“ he took a deep breath, as you looked at his face that was being lit up by the moonlight „For a minute there… I thought you regretted us coming here.“
You put your hand onto his cheek before planting a soft kiss onto his lips. Kylian immediately giving in.
„I don’t regret it.“
I’m not sentimental.
But there’s somethin’ ‚bout the way you look tonight
Kylian pushed you onto the bed as he hovered above you, not disconnecting your lips for a single second. He eagerly took of his blazer before you helped him unbutton his white shirt. Reaching the last button you pulled away from the kiss.
Kylian now kneeling over you, his trained body revealing itself. You looked up at him as he licked his lips, not believing he was about to do this.
With a slow motion, Kylian started to unzip your red dress before sliding it off of you in a smooth motion. All you did was lay there and look up at him with a weak smile, now only wearing black lace underwear.
Just when your hand reached out for his belt Kylian grabbed it, making you look at him confused.
„Wait…“ he now said, before getting up and walking over to the nightstand. You watched him grab his polaroid camera, not daring to say a word as he pointed it at you. You looked up at him, knowing that this wasn’t a good idea. But something inside you made you let him take that picture.
Kylian threw the camera onto the bed, the photo still stuck in it. „Don’t worry. It’s just for me.“
Nobody saw me in the lobby
Nobody saw me in your arms
You walked out the hotel, already seeing the black bus parked there.It was still super early and you hadn’t rested all night.
The nightclerk watching you leave, not saying a word as he also understood what kinda situation this had been.
After you had slept with Kylian, you immediately realized what mistake you had made. You had layed awake with Kylians arms wrapped around you as you started out the big window. Tears rolling down you onto the pillow while you silently cried, feeling your naked bodies against one another as all you could think about was your fiancé.
After a while you couldn’t handle just laying there anymore. Your guilt was eating you up from inside. So you got up, collected your underwear and dress before silently getting dressed.
You made your way down the hallway, getting ready for the walk of shame. The power of your phone being just enough for you to call your hotel to send you a driver and pick you up.
The rest of the time you spent standing there, silently crying as you stared at the floral wallpaper.
The whole ride back all you could think about was how Kylian would feel when he’d wake up without you there. After all you had spent an amazing night together and he was gonna think it meant nothing to you.
It did in fact mean something to you. But you just couldn’t handle the feeling of guilt when you thought about your partner. You did know; you were in deep trouble now.
It might be more of an obsession
You really make a strong impression
When you arrived back at your hotel, you took a shower as you tried to clear your head. Your mind running wild as you thought about how Kylians lips felt against your skin and how his hand would run up and down your body.
It felt like his smell was still on you even after you had showered. You plugged in your phone before laying into your own bed again.It was already ten and you were about to get your first minutes of sleep since over 24 hours.
As you wandered off into dream land you could still hear his words and his whispers. Until you finally doze off.
„Serviço de quarto!“
You were torn from your sleep by a loud knock on the door. Groaning as you sat up, startled by the harsh awakening. The sun shining through your blinds, making you squint your eyes as you reached your hand out for your phone on the nightstand.
16:23
Great, you had literally slept the entire day. You pushed away the bedsheets with your feet. The room felt hot and humid as you had forgotten to turn on the air conditioning.
Kylian had left about a thousand messages and calls, asking where you where and if everything was okay.
What did he think? Of course, everything was not okay. You had cheated on the love of your life last night.
Another knock, followed by a guys voice appeared „Serviço de quarto!“
„I don’t need it!“ you tried to yell but your voice was way too weak. So you decided you just get up and send him away.
Rubbing your eyes, as you groaned making your way to the door. You were still half asleep when you opened it with one big swing.
„I said…“ you stopped in your tracks, seeing who was standing there as you felt like you were gonna have a heartattack „Oh my god!“
„Hello meu amor!“ Neymar smiled before wrapping his arms around you and connecting your lips.
See what you maybe forgot to mention was that Neymar was you fiancè. That’s why this whole thing was a little complicated.
Being Neymars girlfriend, you had gotten quite famous yourself. Not that you wanted any of that. No, you would gladly have back your privacy. A lot of people knew who you were and they knew who your partner was. So just the thought alone of anyone having seen you last night gave you anxiety.
„I missed you so much.“ Neymar mumbled, pulling away before wrapping his arms around your bare waist as you were only wearing a croptop and some shorts.
„I missed you too…“ you fake smiled, standing there awkwardly as you almost couldn’t look him in the eyes „What are you doing here though? I thought you weren’t gonna be back...“
„I know, I know…“ he sighed, pulling you closer as he looked you in the eyes „I actually cancelled some stuff so I could be back earlier. Plus I wouldn’t wanna miss your birthday right? “
„Right.“ you grinned, completely having forgot about your birthday being tomorrow and also feeling bad that Neymar had travelled all the was back from Europe just so he wouldn’t miss it.
"But meus Deus, why are you still asleep at this time? Did you and Kylian have a rough night?" he chuckled, as you ran your hand through your tangled hair.
„What?“ you asked with furrowed eyebrows, panic immedieately settling in.
„I mean Kyky told me you took him to a bar.“
„Oh…“ you said, not trying to sound relieved „Yes it was fun. Not as fun as it would have been with you though. You talked to him?“
„Yeah, yeah…“ Ney nodded, still holding you close to him as you both stood there in the doorway „He knew I was coming.“
The rest of the day only one thing circulated around your mind; He knew? He knew he was coming. He knew it. He had possibly risked Neymar catching the two of you if you hadn’t been smart enough to leave early. He had possibly risked ruining your realitionship.
You were mad. But of course you couldn’t show it as Ney was completely head over heels to be back again. He took you out for dinner and he spent the whole evening talking about the birthday party he had planned for you tomorrow. You at least tried to seem happy about it.
When Ney left, to go to the toilet for a second, you took the opportunity to let out your anger. Aggressively typing a message into your your phone, ignoring all his other texts.
What the hell Kylian? Why did you not tell me that Ney was coming?
The waiter refilled your glass of wine as you gave him a small thanks, waiting for Kylians response.But nothing came. In fact Kylian ignored you for the rest of the evening as you spent time with his best friend, pretending everything was completely normal.
When in fact nothing was normal.
You slept horribly, dreading your birthday and the party that Ney had planned for you. He on the other hand slept like a stone as he was a obviously little jet-lagged.
The whole night all you could think about was that less then 24 hours ago you were laying in Kylians arms. You remembered exactly how it felt, how he smelled and the way he would breath against your neck.
And the worst part was, that you missed it.
You missed him.
I’m not sentimental
But there’s somethin‘ ‚bout the way you look tonight
The party was already in full swings as you walked around greeting all the people. Your silver gown sparkling in the dark, Neymar attached to your hip the whole night, with his hand on your bare back.
This felt like a football event. You didn’t remember ever meeting half the people, most of them having some kind of connection to football. You had to admit you didn’t have many friends as you spent the past years travelling around the world with Neymar.
That’s exactly why you didn’t want any of this but Neymar of course insisted on throwing you a huge party.
Everything being completely over the top, with it being at Rios most expensive hotel. Chandeliers were hung all throughout the big hall, three different bars where you could get all sorts of drinks and food were set up, the most beautiful white rose wherever you looked and a big dancefloor with disco lights in the back.
You didn’t deserve this. And that’s what heavily layed behind your fake smile as you greeted manager after manager. All of them handing you gifts that where probably way too expensive.
„Oh Y/n… Look it’s Veratti.“ Neymar pointed toward his Paris teammate, who was sipping some champagne with his wife in the corner „Let’s go greet them.“
You did wonder why Neymar had invited basically all of his friends to what was supposed to be your birthday party. But then again, you felt bad enough already so you wouldn’t every say anything.
„Ehm… I’m just gonna get a little fresh air and then I’ll come after you.“ you smiled weakly, moving closer to your fiancé as you felt suffocated by the mass of people around you.
Neymar, dressed in an all black suit looked at you worriedly „Everything alright, meus amor?“
Guilt, that’s all you could feel when looking at his face. So you avoided eyecontact and just nodded, pressing your lips together „Yeah, everything is perfect. Thank you so much for all of this Ney.“
Neymar had obviously noticed something being different with his girlfriend. And now that you had called him Ney, he was convinced something was wrong. But he decided to let it go for the moment as he watched you, make your way through the crowd towards the balcony.
You felt tears, fill your eyes as you fought your way through the mass of people. Forcing a smile anytime any of them would greet you.
And just when you thought it couldn’t get worse; he stood there.
All suited up, holding a small gift in his hand as he stared right at you. For a moment it felt like everyone around you stopped and it was just the two of you. The memories of the past week flowing through your mind.
A tear rolled over your cheek as Kylian gave you a weak smile.
Standing just a few feet away from you as people started to push past you. Making you distance yourself from him until you couldn't even see him.
Makes me wanna make ‚em jealous
I’m the only one who does it how you like
You tried not to sob as you walked into the darkness. Only a few people on the balcony, all of them too distracted to notice a crying woman walk towards the railing.
You leaned yourself against it as you tried to breath normally, feeling like you were gonna run out of air any time now. Today was supposed to be one of the happiest days of your life. You were in the city you loved with the man you loved and he had thrown you a party that any girl would kill to have. But there was just one problem; You had fallen for another guy.
„I’m sorry…“ the voice apperead behind you as you turned around to look at Kylian „I shouldn’t have come.“
You pressed your lips together, trying to stop yourself from crying as you turned around to look at the beautiful view of the endless ocean. Lights reflecting on its surface, as a cold breeze blew over your face.
Kylian now made his way up to you, standing there also looking at the view.
„I…I just…“ you chocked, getting frustrated with yourself „I can’t look at him anymore. I mean…“
You looked at Kylian, who looked down in shame before meeting your eyes.
„I can’t look at him Kylian.“ you sobbed, now looking at the french boy „You know what that means?“
There was a moment of silence, both of you knowing the answer to your question very well. Both afraid to say it. Him knowing this was gonna break his best friends heart and you knowing it was gonna break yours. But you couldn't do this anymore, Neymar deserved better.
„It’s over?“ Kylian then asked, his voice quiet as he looked at you from the side.
„Yeah, it has to be.“ you nooded, wiping away your tears wit the back of your hand as you stared at all the lights „I mean look what he did for me… I don’t deserve any of this. I’m a horrible person... So it’s over. It has to be.“
„You’re not a horrible person.“ Kylian now spoke up, putting his hand onto yours as you flinched. Pulling it away and immediately seeing the hurt in his eyes „I think Ney also kinda did this for himself Y/n. I mean these are not your friends. You barely know most of them.“
„But he still….“
„No, Y/n!“ Kylian said, sounding almost angry as he turned his body towards you „For the past year your life has revolved only around him. You supported him in all of his decisions and were always by his side. You’re not a horrible person! You are just a girl who was left alone on what was supposed to be a vacation with her fiancé!“
"Why didn't you tell me?" you then asked, looking at his confused expression "Why didn't you tell me that he was coming? If you had just told me then none of this would have happened!"
"So what you think if I told you, you would have just left me alone at the hotel that night and gone back to the city?" Kylian asked, clearly offended by how little this seemed to have meant to you.
"Yes, that's what I would have done!" you yelled, looking at him coldly before hissing „I think you should go.“
„What?“ Kylian yelled, completely frustrated with your stubborness.
„I really think you should go now.“ you bit your lip, in order to stop yourself from crying.
Kylian looked at you, not believing any of this was actually happening. He had thought that if you cheated on Neymar it would have at least meant something. Because it had meant something to him.
„Alright. Fine.“ he hissed, reaching into his pocket as he pulled out the small gift he had held before. Kylian forcefully shoved it in your hand before looking at you one last time „Happy Birthday Y/n!“
With that he turned around and walked away, leaving a heartbroken you behind. Tonight you would not only lose your fiancé but you had also lost your friend.
It took you a few minutes to recollect yourself. And then, even though you didn’t want to your hands slowly untied the bow. You carefully opened the small box, the inside making your heart wrench.
It was all the polaroids Kylian had took of you during your trip together. At the beach, in the car, in the club on the night you had kissed for the first time, on the balcony at the hotel, laying on the bed in only your underwear and finally a picture of the two of you together that he had taken while you where asleep.
His arm wrapped around you as he kissed your cheek.
And on the back of it. It was written;
I’m not sentimental
But there’s something about the way you looked that night, that made me wanna take a picture that I knew we’d have to hide.
Happy Birthday Y/N. Love, Kyky.
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A Masked Obsession
Plot: After helping your lover with moving out to another country, you find some stuff that comes to your interest. Unbeknownst to you, a certain mask comes to benefit.
Pairing: Kylian x Reader
Genre: Smut, Dom!Kylian
Warnings: kinda kinky, spitting (requested), hardcore
A/N: I hate how my brain gives me stupid ideas before I go to bed...
“What about that one?” You say, holding some grey joggers up for him to see.
“Nah, leave it here.” He shrugs and continues packing his bag.
The late afternoon light spills into the room as you stand in front of his closet, helping Kylian pack for his move to Madrid. His suitcase is open beside him, half-filled with neatly folded clothes and a few personal items. He’s focused, methodically folding a favorite jersey, the weight of the move hanging in the air between you like a quiet, unspoken goodbye.
You hand him a stack of shirts when your fingers brush against something smooth and unfamiliar. Curiously, you pull it out—a black protective mask, worn and slightly scuffed. Recognition sparks immediately, and you smile.
“Wait, is this the mask you wore when you broke your nose?” you ask, holding it up, remembering the match where Kylian played through the injury, that mask becoming a symbol of his resilience and determination.
Kylian looks over and grins, a mixture of pride and nostalgia in his eyes. “Yeah, I didn’t realize I still had that. Thought I got rid of it.”
You can’t resist the urge to slip it on, the cool material fitting snugly over your face. You turn toward him, your voice slightly muffled behind the mask. “I’m batman!”
He chuckles, throwing another shirt into his suitcase. “Don’t you mean Batwoman?”
You grin beneath the mask, peeling it off with a playful flourish. “No,” you say, voice softening into a low, teasing tone. “I have always been on team Catwoman.” Your eyes meet his, glinting mischievously as you draw out the last word. You curl your fingers into mock claws. “Miaau.”
Kylian freezes mid-laugh, his smile fading just a bit as something shifts in the air. His gaze flicks to your hand, the way your fingers mimic the slow, teasing swipe of claws. You didn’t mean anything by it—at least, not at first—but now there’s a heat building in his stare that makes your heart skip.
He clears his throat, trying to brush it off with a casual shrug. “Catwoman, huh? That’s cute.”
Cute?
You rock your hips as you walk across the room. “Careful, sweetheart… I play rough.”
“Stop,” he cuts you off. But you notice the change. Something in his voice has thickened, a hesitation beneath his words. Sensing his sudden interest, you decide to push it a little further. Crawling onto the bed, you prowl closer, your movements slow, deliberate. “What, afraid of a little scratch?” you ask, your voice dipping lower, more playful.
“Y/N....” he warns. “Come on, I’m trying to pack. My ride to the airport is going to be here in an hour.” His voice suddenly hard, darker than you’ve ever heard it. His expression has changed, the usual boyish grin gone, replaced by something far more intense.
He looks away for a moment, as if trying to shake off whatever’s stirring inside him.
You sit by the edge of the bed, legs crossing. “It’s just a little teasing.” You tease.
“Well, you’re playing a dangerous game,” He murmurs, his voice rougher than before, his body tense, as though he’s holding something back.
Your heart races, but you can’t resist pushing a little more. “Maybe I like danger,” you say, your smile coy, your lips barely curving as you sit back, still playing the part.
Kylian’s eyes finally snap back to yours, and for a moment, neither of you speaks. He should laugh it off. He should make a joke, push you away, anything to bring things back to normal. But he doesn’t. Instead, he takes a slow step closer, “Good.” he says. His gaze locked on yours, the heat in his eyes unmistakable now. “I’ll make sure you get an unforgettable dose.”
You swallow hard, his gaze darkening as his resolve starts to crack. He’s close now, too close, and you feel the air between you change—charged, electric.
Your breath hitches, the air between you charged with something dangerous, something unspoken. His fingers brush against your cheek, trailing down to your jawline, tracing the edge of the mask. It’s a light touch, but it sends shivers through you. There’s a possessiveness in the way he looks at you now, as if the mask has unlocked something darker in him and he’s waiting for you to surrender.
You don’t move, don’t dare to break the tension as his hand slides lower, curling gently around your throat. His grip is firm but not harsh. “Let’s see how far you’ll go..” He whispers, lips brushing the edge of the mask. “, Kitty cat.”
And then, without warning, he closes the distance. His mouth crashes into yours, fierce and unapologetic, a kiss that’s raw, possessive, full of dark longing. It’s not gentle; it’s hungry, like he’s been holding back for too long and now, with the thought of leaving, he can’t anymore. His hand tightens at the base of your neck, pulling you closer, as if he’s claiming you in that moment, his body pressed flush against yours.
The kiss deepens, the taste of him overwhelming, his tongue sliding against yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. Every touch, every movement, feels like it’s laced with a deep desire, the urgency of time slipping away, and the desire to make this moment last. His other hand grips your waist firmly, possessively, like he can’t let go, as if everything else ceases to exist in this instant.
The mask on your face amplifies the tension, making you feel both vulnerable and powerful, like you’ve stepped into a side of him you’ve never seen before. His breath is hot against your skin as he pulls back, his voice hoarse with desire.
“I just hope...” He strips off his shirt. “.. You know what you’re getting yourself into.“
He’s on top of you again, gives your lips a taste and takes your hands in his, pinning them above your head.
“These stay up.” He lets you know.
Then he kisses you again, this time slower, but no less intense, like he’s savoring the moment, as if trying to memorize every inch of you before the world pulls him away. Instantly your hands move to grab the back of his neck and he pulls away, pinning them once more above your head.
“Up, I said.” He warns, and you gulp.
He pulls your shirt up, and the cups of your bra down to suck on the soft flesh of your breasts.
“Fuck,” you mutter, then you close your eyes, lips pressed flat. Heat hitting your cheeks.
This time you intend to comply. But oh, his kisses...
His kisses were fire, ever burning on your skin. And you can’t fight the urge not to grab him by his neck and pull him closer to you.
So you do as you please. You pull him closer and he shoots back by leaving your breasts bare. His eyes are dark, intense, and magnetic, holding a captivating depth. They shimmer with an untamed desire, as if constantly yearning for something just beyond reach.
“I guess we’ll have it my way then.” He breathes, undoing his belt.
The click of the metal buckle clinging in your ears and your heart. The rustling of the freed belt sends a shiver down your spine. He ties your hands with his belt. The leather is slightly cool on your wrists. Pinning your hands above your head once more.
“They stay up there.” He orders and you nod.
His gaze lingers on you, his eyes reflecting the promise of what is to come, as you lay there, hands bound and heart pounding, completely at his mercy.
He strips your lower part naked.
“Now..” His eyes darken. “I’ll have you as I’ll have you. And I’ll take you how I’ll take you. And there’s not a single thing to do about it.”
You clear your throat and you contemplate whether you should say something or stay silent.
“Spread those knees, baby. Let me see that pussy from up here.”
You part your knees, allowing him to see you. And his expression turns hard.
“Now, while you’re down there you’re gonna look up at me with those eyes and watch me lick you clean.” His words are demanding and dark. It makes your stomach feel funny. He gets down on his knees and your stare at his back muscles flex as he grips your thighs in a possessive manner.
You jolt as he starts kissing your thighs and making his way to your core. His breath fans over your clit, and you whine, doing your best not to moan.
“Now who’s playing rough, huh?” He whispers. And before you can answer, his head dips, and his dark hair tickles against your legs seconds before his mouth fastens around your clit. Your hips buck, but he holds you still, gripping your thighs to hold you in place, and to anchor his face right where he wants it. He’s sucking and flicking his tongue at the same time, ratcheting up the pleasure with each passing second. It’s almost too intense.
It’s almost too much.
He merely growls against you, the vibrations of his voice driving you that much closer to that powerful edge.
Sweat accumulates under the mask.
The scent of your arousal mingles with the musty smell of the mask, creating a heady and intoxicating aroma that fills the air. His tongue is rough yet gentle, devouring you with a skillful touch. The texture of the protective mask scratches against your nose, adding to the overwhelming sensation.
“Kylian... Oh fuck, please...”
He wrenches his lips from your clit.
“Please what?”
“I can’t.. Please...” You beg, you can’t form words. But he doesn’t give you what you want. He works according to his own book.
He sucks on your clit until the pressure becomes unbearably hot. White stars dance behind your eyelids as you whimper in short, choppy breaths.
You can’t say it, but by the way your fists are clenched and your hips are bucking, lips pressed flat. He knows you would be begging for him to go faster, harder, to be touched all over. Your hands are clasped together like you’re praying, and he wonders how good you’d look kneeling on the floor. But he’ll save that for later, right now he wants you to suffer a bit. So he stops completely and you gasp out in frustration.
“Fuck!” You groan angrily. Trying to move your hands to do it yourself, he smirks that you are tied up nicely. And he thinks that you’ll have to do this more often.
“Tell me how bad you want me to touch you.” He whispers.
“So, so fucking bad,” you whimper. “I’ll do anything.”
“You wanna make me proud, don’t you?”
You nod. “Yes.”
“So, make me proud. Come on my face.” He thrusts his tongue in your opening, and you shamelessly scream in pleasure.
He dives into your core, licking your clit slowly and running his fingers through your slit. He doesn’t hesitate to put in two fingers, watching as you muffle a gasp out in pleasure. He pumps them in and out slowly, reaching with his free hand to squeeze your hip.
“Kylian... I—.. I’m coming, I’m coming.” You repeat and he smiles before kissing your thighs again and then looking back at you. Pulling back.
Why the fuck is he pulling back?
“Kylian...?” Your eyebrows furrow. “Don’t do this, please.”
He stands tall and your eyes follow his every move.
“Kylian... I swear to God..” You threat. Eyes burning in fury. “Don’t play this game.”
“What’s the matter? I thought you liked games?” He bites his lower lip and it irritates you. It frustrates you how you allowed him to take control and he’s taking advantage of it.
“Please, Kylian. Let me.”
“Let you what?”
“Let me come.”
“Mmm.” Pretending to be thinking. He stands tall and unbuttons then unzips his jeans to ease the tightness in his pants. Then he towers over you. “Non.”
Then his fingers are inside you again. With each flick of his finger on your nub, he turns the pace up slowly, higher and higher, until your breaths are shallow and whimpers sound.
“Please. I’m sorry—so sorry.” There are tears welling in your eyes. You just want to be released. “I shouldn’t have teased you. Really, I shouldn’t have. But I couldn’t help it.”
“Ouais.” He pulls his fingers out and lifts his hand to his mouth, his two fingers coated with your cream. He savors the sweetness. A soft *click* echoes as his lips release them. “You shouldn’t have. But I’ll make sure you learn your lesson.” His expression is one of indulgence, completely absorbed in the creamy delight.
He hovers over you and grabs the belt that’s wrapped around your hands and effortlessly pulls you up. You sit in front of him. On the same level as his torso.
He amends the issue quickly, standing before you and pulling his jeans a bit down, just enough to free his hard member. You watch with undivided interest when his length springs free of his boxers. Your gaze locks right on it, deepening into a look of pure want.
“Do you see this cock? Do you see that pre-cum? Dripping already.” He teases you, pumping himself once as his blood rises to the surface.
“Do you see how it’s not in your mouth?” He strokes his length with his fist. “Too bad it’s gonna stay that way.”
What?
“Kylian...” You try to complain, but he cuts your words.
“Play with yourself. Play with it the way I like to watch.” He demands while stepping backwards to rest against one of the moving boxes.
Shock pummels through you, but you don’t hesitate, not with his face looking so intense. You don’t question his demand, not once. And with your fingers you reach for between your wobbly legs, throwing your head back.
“No, no, no. Keep your eyes on me, baby.”
You make eye contact. Your face hot, and he bites his lip at the sight. How you’re completely and entirely helpless. How your eyes glaze over with pure bliss.
“Look at you being a good girl already. It would be a damn shame to stop. Wouldn’t it?” He asks and you whine.
Slicking up his hand, wrapping it around his member, and rubbing it up and down. You can see the skin sliding back and forth.
He strokes it faster now, his breath rigid.
“So..” He breathes. “Stop.”
What the fuck?!
“Kylian, no!” You shout, already frustrated by his mind games.
“Hands off.” He orders. “On your knees, face down.”
You lean forward, facing away from him. Your arms rested on the mattress when you hear his devotions; words spoken in a voice that drifted away from you. Being most devout he stands behind you and growls.
“You’re gonna get fucked the way you deserve. Do you understand?”
You whimper.
“Come here.” He grips your hips and you gasp.
*Ding-dong*
The sudden, sharp sound of the doorbell cuts through the quiet, startling in the room.
“Hmm. Would you look at that. It’s my ride to the airport.” He pushes himself away from you, putting his clothes back on. “Keep it wet.”
Kylian moves quickly to the door as you fall quiet, the tension easing just slightly. The sound of the door creaking open is followed by muffled voices outside. His tone is low, almost casual, but there’s an edge of urgency in his words. Through the door, you catch snippets of his conversation.
“Yeah, that’s them… Just grab the bags... There’s one more upstairs. I’ll go get it.” He says, his voice faint but clear enough to recognize the familiar instructions.
He bounds up the stairs with quick, purposeful strides, the soft thud of his shoes barely muffled by the carpet. The muted creak of the wooden steps follows him as he ascends.
He clothes the door behind him. His eyes suddenly turn to mischief.
“Keep. Your mouth. Shut.” He warns.
He grasps the back of your neck with firm fingers, pulling you toward him with an intensity that leaves no room for hesitation.
“He can wait.” He says mid-kiss. Then your lips collide again with a raw force, his breath mingling with yours as he claims your mouth in a heated, possessive kiss. As if trying to consume every part of you in that moment. He snatches his lips away from yours.
He doesn’t say anything. He simply grabs his bag and hurries downstairs. It takes him good two minutes to get back to you. Closing the door behind him.
He exhales sharply, his shoulders slumping as the frustration washes over him. Then he walks toward you. “Open.”
Open what?
He slaps your left thigh with his hand to part your legs. And then you hear him spit. It wets your core with a faint splatter.
He pounds into you with a deep, strong thrust. And a sharp moan pours from your throat, followed by his name.
He’s grunting through the thrusts and you lick along the seam of your lips, as if to taste his name on your tongue. And you moan loudly.
“That’s a good fucking girl. That’s a good fucking girl.” He praises. Sweat building up.
Wanting more of a friction. More of him. You throw your head back and you match his movements. Bouncing back so he can get even deeper into you and hit that spot.
“There you go, throw it back. Bounce that ass on me the way I like it. Come on.” He groans. His tone frantic.
You flinch, your brain beginning to split and latch on to the fact that you’re being fucked in a way you never knew you would like.
He pulls you by your hips and you sink your face on the mattress because you can’t take it no more. Screaming into it with pleasure.
“I’m gonna ride you. I’m gonna fucking ride you till you can’t fucking walk.”
He groans into the skin of your back.
“This is what you’ve been waiting for, isn’t it? Well here it fucking is, so fucking take it.”
He fucks you harder, seeming to get off on your body.
This entire situation is beyond fucked up. Yet, it becomes impossible to feel a damn thing outside of the orgasm looming.
Cries pour from your throat, and he moans them all off, proving just how starved he is.
“Don’t stop,” You gasp, your voice strained. “Fuck, Kylian, please.”
His lips retreat from your back, and he hovers over your back only to grab your jaw and turn your face to the side and take your lips between his teeth.
His thrusts are even deeper now as he moans against your mouth. “Take that fucking cock. Come on. Come on. Fuck me.”
His kiss trail down to your neck. You lose all coherent thought, your surroundings becoming disjointed and incomprehensible. The pleasure is like a disease, shutting down your nervous system and taking control. You’re a slave to his power. Drunk on his love, and there’s nothing you can do but succumb.
“Fuck me good.” He whimpers. “Fais-moi jouir.” (make me cum) He repeats and your bones liquefy, the muscles surrounding them seize. Vaguely, you feel rather than hear the broken cry leave your throat.
“I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum.” He whispers hazily.
And with that announcement, his body tenses up. Your back is arching like the string of a bow.
He closes his eyes as the orgasm surges through him, tidal waves at first, turning into ripples that slowly ebb out, leaving every muscle of his body absolutely exhausted. Then he releases, your head slumping forward as he explodes into his orgasm, groaning loudly, shamelessly, probably having the chauffeur worried.
Time stills, and you shatter just as he releases on your back, sending blood rushing to your head, intensifying the explosion detonating throughout your body.
Your thighs shake, your eyes roll back in their sockets and you scream out your orgasm, and clasp one hand over your own mouth, moaning quietly.
You allow yourself to fall flat on the mattress. Your cries still audible. Catching for breath as you remove the sweaty mask.
He rests his head on your back. His sweaty face pressed against it. His body going completely limp.
He stands with his dick in his hand, mind completely empty, panting heavily, eyelids fluttering. You feel disoriented, like you don’t really remember where you are.
“Shit.” He mutters. “I have a plane to catch.”
You sit on the edge of the bed and watch him get dressed as you do too.
The light from the window illuminates the dust motes dancing in the air, and the room feels a mix of nostalgia and emptiness.
You leave for the bathroom to pull yourself together. It’s not like it’s the first time he leaves for another country.
Deep breaths and a few wipes against your face fixes the issue... For now.
You get back into the bedroom to see him sitting on the bed, phone in his hand.
“Got everything?” You block your sad thoughts.
“Not quite yet.” He gets up, then presses the black mask into your palm and you laugh.
Did you just unlock a new kink in him?
“You’re not serious...”
He surprises his smile and shows you his phone screen.
You glance at the phone, your eyes widening as you take in the detailed design of the costume. The soft, velvety material and the delicate, whiskered mask were perfectly tailored. Then your eyes dart to the sentence:
‘Thank you for ordering Smitten Kitten Costume!’
You look at him.
“We need to have a serious conversation, young man.” You imply.
He tucks his phone in his pocket and smirks. “Call me batman.”
A/N: I’m sorry... No I’m not.