summary: after a long time of hiding around with and him not appreciating you, you give him an ultimatum
⚠️: toxic relationship, one sided relationship, dickhead kylian
authors note: don’t see much toxic kylian fics soo
this is inspired by the show “scandal”, if you haven’t watched it yet, i’m sure you’ve seen it in tiktok. if not, idk. there’s this scene that inspired this piece that wass sooooo good but ofc olivia went back so there was no point in her giving fitz this ultimatum but whatever 😮💨
btw this was proofread until my eyes crossed so if there’s any mistakes, move past, i’ll tackle it 🎣
After a while of him begging you to come over on the phone, you agreed.
It was tiring, this relationship. It all started when the both of you met when you were at a particularly low part in your life and he had helped you build up yourself back up.
With that, you felt the need to always owe him. To do what he wants whenever he wanted because he helped you, he saved you.
Months ago, you felt indebted to him, but now, you weren’t feeling it anymore. And because the two of you didn’t live together, he’d always have you come over.
It was always you making the effort, you traveling, you dropping everything to see him. He never once did the same for you, saying he was tired from practice and playing games.
Kylian put no effort in you or whatever the two of you had going on. After sex, you meant nothing to him. He’d ghost you until he needed you again.
This whole sided relationship made you sick to your stomach and you’ve been at battle with yourself to end it for weeks but after his groveling over the phone, you told yourself it’d be done tonight.
You pulled up to his place and entered the building discreetly, taking the elevator up to his suite, wanting to get this done with.
Kylian gave you your own key a while ago because he was always too “tired” to open the door in the late hours of the night.
You pushed open the door and softly shut it behind you, locking it and setting your bag on the floor beside the door. You had no intentions to stay for long.
His suite was silent, the only indication of him being awake was the light from the bathroom spilling in the hallway. Making your way to his room, you gave yourself a mental pep talk to not fold and crumble under Kylian and his overconfident self.
After you little pep talk, you took in a deep breath and stepped into the dark room. There, laid Kylian on his bed, only half dressed in sweats. The television was on but nothing was playing and he was in the middle of scrolling on his phone.
He didn’t look up from his phone but smiled. “Hey.”
The room fell silent and you stood there awkwardly, playing with your fingers until he tossed his phone aside. He looked up at you and sat up, resting his back against his headboard.
“Venez ici.” he said, adjusting his sweats a little.
Sighing, you complied and moved closer to his bed, waiting on the right moment to tell him.
His hands reached out to you, latching themselves on to your waist, his hands rubbing your bum.
“Want to help me out with something?” he asked, his voice low.
There it was again, the constant helping him out.
“No, not tonight.” you replied. “I’m not really in it right now.”
Kylian looked up at you. “Oh?”
You sucked in a breath before exhaling. “Actually, I’m not in it at all. This isn’t working for me.”
Removing his hands from your waist you stepped back, crossing your arms. “You.”
“Me?” he asked in disbelief, swinging his legs out of the bed, currently interested in what was coming out of your mouth.
“Yes, you. Kylian, and I don’t think you get it. This ‘relationship’ of ours is so one sided,” you said, putting the word relationship in air quotes. “and it’s just not working out for me.”
He shook his head. “No, you’re right. I don’t get it, I give you everything you want and it’s not working for you?”
“Exactly. What I want, not what I need.”
Kylian’s facial expression was one of confusion and slight irritation. “What you need? Okay then. Y/n, what do you need?”
Rolling your eyes at his sarcasm, you sighed. “What I need, Kylian is a balanced and fair relationship. One where it’s not just one person being pleased whenever, one where both parties are being pleased.”
“So come here and let me please you.” he sneered.
“Shut up and actually take what I’m saying serious for once.” you said with a shake of your head. “And this-” you motioned between the two of you. “is stopping. I’m tired of being the one having to drop everything to come see you. When have you once done that for me?”
“I always call you over because I can’t be seen going places,” he retorted. “The media will rip me apart.”
“Oh yeah,” you smirked. “The media can’t see you going to some random girls place to fuck her, so here’s something Kylian, do something about it and put a label on us!”
He drew back as if he was hit. “So that’s what you want, a label?”
“Yeah! Or don’t give me one, I don’t care! We’ve been seeing each other for a year and I haven’t even met your family yet, you’ve never once disclosed what this was, I’m confused and this is confusing so yeah, give me something!” you yelled, running your hands through your hair.
Kylian got up and stood in front of you. “You want something, Y/n? You want to be paraded around as my girlfriend?”
Your jaw clenched. “I don’t care Kylian, I just want to stop being used by you!”
Turning on your heel, you left his room, Kylian close behind.
You barely made it past the kitchen before his hand latched onto your elbow. He pulled you towards him and turned you around, his grip tightening.
“You’re being used by me?”
“Oh my God, yes! Yes I am!” you cried, in utter disbelief at his audacity. “You only call me if your fucking dick is hard! Aside from that, I’m nothing to you! And I’m sick of it!”
His gaze softened and his eyes briefly flickered from your eyes to your lips.
“I am not a fantasy.” you began, your tone hard and firm. “And I refuse to be one. I’m not the girl who gets the guy at the end of the movie and I am not a toy that you can play with when you’re bored and horny. I’m not a plaything.”
You paused, giving yourself a second to breathe. “And I am not your plaything nor am I secret. If you want to have me or my body, hell if you just want sex, you have to be fucking deserving of it!”
Kylian released your arm and grimaced at the light mark he left on your skin from gripping it for too long.
You interrupted him. “If you want me, earn me. But until then, we’re done.”
Backing away from him, you shook your head and stormed to the door, picking up your bag. Kylian rushed behind you and stopped you by holding the knob.
You stood there, impatient.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t, I-” he stumbled over his words, his confidence waning.
With that, you watched as his hand released the door knob. You pressed your lips into a thin line and unlocked the door before wrenching it open, desperate to get away from him. Once you stepped out, you slammed the door and walked away, feeing a heavy weight falling off your shoulders.
If he wanted you, he had to earn you and that was that.
i can’t end shit right to save my life 😮💨
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