summary: you woke up thirsty at 3 am and found something that would fill thats thirst.
warning: smut smut smut, pussy eating, p in v, breeding kink, fluff at the end.
a/n: first time posting a fic, let me know what you think in the comment! posting this while I finish the slow burn anout kylian again! Hope you enjoy!
english is NOT my first language so excuse any spelling error or whatever. enjoy!
Minors DNI / Minors DNI
You woke up at 3am, thirsty, the heat making you wear only a tank top with panties. You walked downstairs, you walked over the sink, bending over slightly, you gasped as you felt hands on your hips.
"thirsty..?"
he said, growling, you knew it was kylian, your brother’s best friend. he bent over slightly aswell, whispering against your ear.
"jpeux t’aider.. mh?" (I can help you.. mh?)
you bent back, your back hitting his, you felt his fingers digging into your flesh.
"I didnt knew you were there.. Micky didnt said anything.."
You said as a shaky breath. you felt him smiling against your ear.
"yeah.. last minute plans.. happy I woke up at 3am too.. what are you wearing seriously.."
he said mockingly, his thumb slide under the waistband of your panties to the side, teasing softly.
"its hot.. I didnt knew you were there"
"you already said that. wont you be nervous hein"
he said chuckling as his lips went to your neck, his hand sliding up to slide your hair to the opposite side of your neck, It made you shiver, your back arched, your hips hitting his. He groaned darkly.
"putain.. fais gaffe Y/N.." (fuck.. be careful Y/N.."
your eyes shut, his mouth kissed the back of your neck, his hand going to your stomach, holding you in place.
"k-kylian.."
"quoi?"
he said almost instantly, he stopped leaning back.
"my brother s upstairs"
you said weakly, he laughed and went back at teasing your neck with his mouth.
"is it really all thats alarming your right now baby..?"
he said, the hand on your hips sliding to between your thighs, feeling the wetness peeking trough you lacy panties.
"fuck.."
you moaned, opening your thighs a bit
"your so wet already.."
he said, his fingers teased you trough your panties, his mouth slid to your shoulder, teasing. you moaned, he pressed his fingers against you more harder, you felt his cock on your lower back, you could feel how hard it was, begging to get freed, it felt warm against your back, you leaned against it. Kylian felt it, he grinded against you, benting you over slightly so he could grind against your cheeks. his hand finally slide under you panties to carress your pussy properly.
"fuck.. you have no idea what you do to me.."
he said against your shoulder, you moaned as an answer, your knees getting weak, he felt it, obviously he did. he picked you up easily, turning you around and placed you on the counter, you finally saw his face, jaw tight and eyes dark. He was only wearing low grey joggers, you could tell he had no boxers. He tilted your chin up, not for you to look at him but to have access to your neck, his lips overed over your pulse point.
"Y/N tell me you want it."
his hands went to your knees, opening them so he could be closer to you. you moaned, your hands going to his neck needingly. holding into him like you were scared he might just leave.
"please kylian.. do it.. sil te plaît"
you said, almost begging, you felt his breath getting heavier as you even asked in french, his control snapping.
"fuck.. good girl."
he said as he knelt before you, before your pussy, he leaned in and gave a lick to your still clothed pussy, as he felt your fingers goinf to his curls he slide it down, letting hang at one of your ankle, his hands went to your thighs, holding tightly, his thumb opening your folds at the same time.
He licked a long stripe, testing you.
"delicieuse.." (delicious..)
he said as he kissed you before licking you doing 8 shapes. he felt his cock getting harder, like it was going to explose but he was too focused on getting you pleased, too focused on the weak moans you let out while he was eating you out.
"fuck kylian I—"
as he heard you he went faster, his hand let go your thigh to slide a finger inside you, his moith now focusing on your clit. your eyes rolled back and you bite your lips to surpress your loud moans. Your walls went tighter around his single fingers. he slide in a second one, pumping in and out. you felt your orgasm build and he felt too. of course he did.
"putain.. vasy.. come on my toungue baby.."
he grunted against your core. you came on his toungue, he continued, licking every drop off, he leaned back and slide his fingers off, he licked them, looking at your eyes. you were panting, cheeks flushed and moith half opened to breath.
"so pretty for me.."
he said as he leaned into your lips, letting you taste yourself on his toungue. you moaned against his lips, he slid his toungue inside your mouth, your eyes were shut but you felt him smirking. he leaned back, you leaned in to let the kiss last longer but he was too far away.
"regarde toi.. comme ca juste a cause de ma bouche et deux doigts.." (look at you.. like that just because of my mouth and two fingers)
he said mocking you lightly, you bite your lips. You understood french thanks to your brother, michael. so you understood every single dirty things he said and he knew it.
"ferme la.." (shut it)
you said, with your thick english accent. he caressed your bottom lip.
"what a naughty girl.. using my language to insult me.."
he said as he leaned and licked your collarbone, following the bone.
"might need a punishment mh..?"
he said as he took a step closer, you felt his cock against your nude core, you let a soight wet stain against his joggers. your hand went to the waistband of his jogger. he leaned back just enough to look up at you.
"need something? cmon, use your words.. I know you can do it."
he said, caressing your jaw softly
"your dick. kylian fuck, I need it."
he grinned and freed his cock, you looked down at it, it was thick, trough the dim light of the moon you could see the veins, you bite your lips and looked up at his eyes. the vision of you looking at him with your swollen lips between your teeth made his dick throb even more.
"where the fuck are condoms in that house.."
you grabbed his shoulder and grabbed his dick, placing at your entrance.
"no need.. the only thing I need is you in me."
you managed to say as a shaky breath. he looked up at you, hoping for that answer. he kissed your collarbone roughly
"you sure?"
he said teasing your clit with the tip of his dick
"please.."
and that was enough, he thrusted into you, deeply, he stilled, letting you adapt to him. Your mouth went to his shoulder, teeth going deep into his skin, surpress your cries.
"so fucking tight.. so fucking perfect. tell me when I can move baby"
he said softly and with care, in contrast to his dick stretching you wide, letting your juice drip down.
"look at me Y/N. let me see your pretty face."
you leaned back, making his dick move inside you, you hissed and looked up at his eyes, pleading and needing.
"there you are."
you rolled your hipds against his dick and he knew it was the moment to move. he started to move, your nails digged deeply into his shoulders, you whined.
"cmon.. you can take it"
he said, starting to thrust, keeping eye contact. your eyes filled with tears and his thumb went to wipe them softly he kissed where he wiped the tears, he thrusted faster, deeper, making your toe curls.
"fuck.. Y/N I think Im gonna.. come."
he said his eyes closing briefly, you let out a shaky breath
"me too.."
he grinned and slammed deeply in you, letting his hot thick orgasm fill you, you rolled your eyes and came on him aswell, he thrusted trough your orgasm slowly, rolling his hips.
"youve been such a good girl for my cock.."
he said against your lips, he pulled back and kissed you, your legs were shaking and you fell into his shoulders, he chuckled and held you softly, pulling his jogger back up, he picked up your pantie and put it in his pocket, he picked you up and walked you upstairs.
"be quiet for me okay..?"
he said pressing a kiss to your temple, he entered your room quietly and let you down on your bed, he pressed a kiss to your forehead and turned around, you tugged at his joggers..
"stay.."
he turned around and his eyes softened. he layed down next to you, you put your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat, your kegs thrown over his, his hand found the back of your head and massaged it softly. he pressed another kiss to your forehead.
"your brother is going to kill me.."
"let him. I dont think Ill walk anyway tomorrow."
he chuckled and ruffled your hair
"sleep now."
his hand went to massage your shaky thigh that was over his legs. your breath slowed down, head going deeper into his chest. you fell asleep and so did he.
note: see u at the end of the wc to see how many nights he will cuddle you 👀
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: after making a deal that every goal michael scored would earn him a night of cuddles when he returned from the world cup, you were horrified when he scored a hat-trick against ireland.
the deal had been made during one of those unbearable heatwave in the middle of may.
the air conditioning was struggling and to be honest, you were struggling too.
unfortunately for you, michael’s desire to cuddle was not struggling at all, if anything, it seemed stronger.
“michael, it’s thirty-one degrees.”
“mhm,” he hummed currently attached to your side like a backpack.
“why are you still touching me?”
“'cause i love you,” he mumbles completely unhelpful.
you had eventually escaped his grasp after ten minutes of negotiations which led to the agreement.
each goal he scored during the world cup would earn him one night of unlimited cuddles when he returned.
it was simple, reasonable... or so you thought because when you’d made the deal, michael had laughed. sure, you know he’d score a few goals but nothing crazy.
and then france played ireland in their final friendly before the world cup...
you were sitting comfortably on your couch watching the match, completely relaxed until michael scored.
you smiled immediately.
he’d been in ridiculous form recently and one goal wasn’t a problem, you could survive one night... easy, no?
then after half-time, twenty minutes later he scored again.
the commentators were losing their minds, teammates were celebrating with him, hugging him meanwhile you were staring at the television, betrayed.
but it was just two night, still probably manageable. you were thinking about how he was going to kill you, maybe by asphyxiation and he suddenly was through on goal again.
you immediately sat up.
“are you serious?!”
he couldn’t hear you obviously.
3-1.
a hat-trick, and it was just his second game with france.
his teammates jumped all over him and you dropped your head into your hands.
“you’ve got to be kidding me.”
your phone buzzed approximately one hour later and you didn’t even need to look, you already knew who it was.
michael:
so?🙂🙂
you immediately called him and he answered suspiciously fast, meant he’d been waiting.
“hello.”
“three?” you ask directly.
“yeah, three.”
“three goals?”
“yeah?” he sounded delighted, as if this was good news.
“it was only a friendly! one was good.”
“still counts.”
“who decided that?”
“the contract.”
“there is no contract.”
“we had a verbal agreement,” he laughed. “so that’s three nights.”
you groaned immediately. “i should never have made this deal.”
“i miss you.”
the teasing disappeared from his voice just like that, replaced by something softer.
beneath all the jokes, the cuddles and the ridiculous negotiations he genuinely did miss you a lot.
the world cup hadn’t even started yet and he was already counting the days until he could come home.
