an: no warnings, just fluff. first actual fic on here omagosh. oh wait maybe there is a warning. bad french lolz.
victor wembanyama x reader: fluff
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the city lights twinkled amid the parisian nightlife. despite the time, people filled the streets. european nights have a different feel compared to what you were used to. it was a bit enigmatic, but you enjoyed the novelty.
“you good?”
his voice carefully pulled you from your thoughts. you rolled over from your position facing the window and immediately locked eyes with him. your head fell against one of the many pillows surrounding the two of you.
“i can see why you get homesick. this place is so different from san antonio.”
the corners of his mouth curled upward with a deep chuckle in response. one of his hands moved up to brush the soft curls of your hair.
“what do they say? distance makes the heart grow fonder, right?”
you gave him a quiet hum in response, enjoying the comfort of his hand.
it was silent for a beat, one where the both of you felt completely at ease, basking in each other's presence as the adventures from earlier took a toll on your bodies.
you shifted closer to him as your hand caressed the soft skin of his face. his eyes quickly softened, and you could almost see the whole world in them. your finger found the tip of his nose and you gave it a little wiggle.
“you like paris?” he whispered.
“j’adore paris,” you answered dramatically.
he found your answer amusing and responded with another chuckle. he leaned closer and planted a small kiss on your lips, eventually pulling away while his eyes stayed trained on your mouth.
“tu parles français maintenant?” he asked with a smile.
you giggled before answering. “i took two years in high school, remember? je parle un peu français.”
“how could i forget?” he responded in faux disappointment, a fake pout forming on his lips.
“mmmm, whatever,” you said while stroking your pointer finger along his bottom lip, missing how soft they felt connected with your own.
his eyes bored into yours. you felt as if only you two existed in the world, like the whole city of paris belonged solely to you two tonight.
“kiss me,” you whispered.
he nodded his head, letting your words sink in for a second.
“en français,” he responded, his hand moving from your hair to the side of your face, the length of his hand making it so small in comparison.
“no fair. i didn’t learn that. it’s not exactly school-appropriate,” you said with a pout.
he gave you a genuine laugh, one that forced you to smile.
his hand moved to cup your chin, forcing you to lean even closer to him. you were completely still, taking in the warmth of his breath, the comfort of his hand, the softness of his features.
“embrasse-moi,” he whispered.
you leaned in, but his grip on your chin stopped you.
“say it,” he softly demanded.
your breath immediately hitched while his eyes fell to your lips. you moved the hand on his face slowly to the nape of his neck, gently massaging the skin. you felt him relax against you.
“embrasse-moi, vic,” you answered, your voice barely audible.
his lips instantly found yours, lips moving slowly as if you had all the time in the world, tongues dancing in a familiar rhythm, sharing breath until there was none left.
you both broke away with a smile, enjoying the tingling sensation from the previous warmth. he planted a small kiss to the corner of your mouth before guiding your head to his strong chest, letting his arms cage you in almost protectively.
you focused on the steadiness of his heartbeat, letting it coax you into relaxation.
“i love you,” wemby whispered while slowly rubbing the crown of your head.
“en français,” you answered quietly.
you didn’t have to physically see the smile on his face to know it was there.
“je t'aime, mon bébé. tellement.”
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an: hi me again. if u read any grammatical errors, no u didn’t. i actually took two years of french class so does this count as a self insert lol? thx for reading.
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