Can You Make One Of You And Kylian The Night After His Presentation? Hes Still On A High After His Long

Can you make one of you and Kylian the night after his presentation? He’s still on a high after his long happy day so it’s just really passionate romantic sex full of praise

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — You and Kylian celebrate his presentation to Real Madrid in your own way

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Kylian Mbappé x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 5.8k

Warnings! NSFW! SMUT (18+), unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (m receiving), romantic sex, multiple orgasms, Kylian being a fool in love,

The heat of his breath lingered on your neck.

You were trying so hard to focus on the story that Kylian's dad was telling but you just couldn't. You could feel his fingers tracing over your thighs and up your back. You could feel him leaning in closer to you. His warm breath was washing over you and you felt like you were going to melt.

You tried to push him away. To keep him from getting too close. To keep him from getting you too worked up in front of his family.

But it was no use.

The tension could be cut with a sword. His touch, light as a feather, sent shivers down your spine, igniting a fire that threatened to consume you. You bit your lip as he started placing small kisses down your neck. His lips hot against your heated skin.

Your breath hitched, and you shifted slightly, hoping to create some distance, but Kylian only took it as an invitation to pull you closer. His hand slid around your waist, a gentle but firm reminder of his presence.

You guys were currently at a restaurant that his mom had rented out to celebrate his first day at Real Madrid. The restaurant was a lavish display of wealth.

Crystal chandeliers cast a soft, golden glow over the elegantly set tables, their delicate china and polished silverware gleaming under the ambient light. The air was filled with the tantalizing aroma of gourmet dishes, but you barely noticed it, lost in the storm brewing at your side.

His whole family was in the room, engaged in cheerful conversation and clinking glasses in celebration. They seemed oblivious to the storm that raged between you and Kylian.

You knew you had to stop this. You knew you had to stop him.

But you just couldn't.

Not when he was whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Not when he was calling you beautiful and perfect and telling you how much he loved you. The words melted you. They were like a key to your soul, and you were powerless against them.

"Kylian," you whispered, keeping your eyes on Wilfried "not here." You tried to sound firm, but your voice betrayed you, coming out weak and breathy.

"I can't help it," he whispered back. His lips were still on your skin and the vibrations made your whole body shiver.

You dared a glance at him, and the intensity in his eyes took your breath away. There was a mischievous glint in them, a silent promise of more to come. His lips were tantalizingly close to your ear, and when he spoke, his voice was a low, husky whisper that sent a thrill coursing through your veins.

“Relax,” he murmured, his words a sultry caress against your ear. “No one’s watching.”

His hand slid lower, and you could feel his fingers slipping under your dress. You shivered as he stroked your bare leg.

You shook your head, trying to clear the haze, but his words echoed in your mind, and your heart raced with anticipation. You could feel the tension building, and you knew that you couldn't stop him. Not this time.

You didn't want to stop him.

You were desperate for it. For him.

For his touch, for his kisses, for his love.

The thought sent a shiver coursing through you and you leaned back into him. Your heart pounded in your chest, a wild, unrestrained rhythm.

Desperate to regain some semblance of control, you forced yourself to focus on Kylian’s dad. He was gesticulating wildly, his voice rising and falling with the excitement of his tale. You latched onto his words, trying to drown out the sensations that threatened to overwhelm you.

“…and then Kylian scored the winning goal,” his dad exclaimed, his face beaming with pride. “It was beautiful! A work of art.”

Your mind automatically turned to Kylian. To the way he’d looked on the field today. The crowd's roar, the flash of cameras, the way he moved with such grace and power. You remembered the pride swelling in your chest as he’d turned to the crowd, a triumphant smile playing on his lips, his eyes seeking yours in the sea of faces.

That moment had felt like it was just for the two of you. Like the world had melted away and all that was left was Kylian.

His smile, his eyes, his lips.

You shivered, remembering the feel of his lips against yours when he'd come off the field. His arms around you, holding you close. You remembered the way he'd looked at you. The way he'd whispered "I love you" into your ear.

You knew what it meant to him to be here. You've seen him fight for every dream he's ever had. Every goal, every trophy, every game won. Every single step he's taken on this journey. And now to be playing for the team he's always dreamed of playing for.

And you were so proud. So proud of of the way he’d carved his name into the annals of football history. Of how hard he worked.

So proud of the person he was. Proud to be his.

You leaned back into his embrace, letting your eyes drift to him, taking in the sharp jawline and the deep set eyes that shone like the sun.

He felt your gaze on him, and he turned to look at you. He was still smiling from his dad's story, but as he met your gaze, his smile faltered, and his eyes grew soft. He studied you for a moment, as if trying to read the unspoken words that danced in the depths of your eyes.

The playful mischief that had sparkled in them was replaced by something deeper, more sincere. His fingers paused their exploration, tracing delicate patterns on your skin, as though he was trying to gauge the rhythm of your pulse.

The world around you seemed to fade into a distant hum. The sounds of laughter and conversation from the gathering guests melted away, leaving just the two of you in a cocoon of intimacy.

"Thank you," he whispered. His voice was low, rough, filled with emotion. "Thank you for being here with me."

You swallowed hard, trying to process the sudden change.

His words lit your soul on fire. They were simple, yet they cut through the haze of your emotions with startling clarity. You could feel the sincerity in his tone, the raw gratitude that lay beneath his casual demeanor.

Your fingers twitched, and you placed your hand over his, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. It was a small, almost imperceptible gesture, but it conveyed volumes—everything you couldn’t quite articulate in words.

"You don’t have to thank me," you murmured, your voice barely audible over the distant clamor of the party. "I wouldn’t be anywhere else."

You felt his gaze on you, like a weight on your skin, and you could almost hear the smile in his voice. "Promise?" he asked. His fingers tightened around your hand, and you felt the pulse in his wrist quicken.

You nodded, your heart skipping a beat.

"I promise," you breathed, your words barely audible over the pounding in your chest.

The corner of his mouth curved upwards, and you saw his chest rise with a deep breath. You watched, captivated by the way his eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. The way his lips pressed together, his tongue darting out to lick them.

His eyes locked with yours, and for a moment, you felt like you were drowning. Like you were slipping beneath the waves of his love for you. His eyes were so full of warmth and love. They were so soft, so gentle.

“You’re everything to me,” he whispered, his voice almost breaking as he spoke. “You make all of this worth it.”

You tried to form words, but none came. Your heart swelled at his words, and you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You gently cupped his face in your hands, guiding him closer until your foreheads touched. His eyes fluttered closed, and you could feel the warmth of his breath mingling with yours.

“I love you, Kylian Mbappé” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. “More than you know.” Your hands curled into his shirt, your fingers digging into the fabric as you held him closer.

You heard his breath hitch, then he was on you.

His lips brushed against yours in a light, gentle kiss. Everything that had once held significance—his new contract, his presentation, the adoration of millions—faded into insignificance. There was only this.

It was a tender, soft kiss, full of meaning and emotion. It was a promise, a vow, a declaration.

It was Kylian telling you that he loved you. It was him showing you that he needed you. That he couldn’t imagine his life without you.

Kylian pulled back, his breath ragged and labored. He opened his eyes, and you were struck by the depth of his gaze. It was as if he was trying to convey a million different emotions to you, trying to show you that he meant every word.

You let your eyes drift closed, allowing the moment to wash over you.

When you opened them again, you noticed that Kylian’s mom was watching the two of you, her face soft with a knowing smile.

You smiled back at her and she gave you a slight nod before turning back to talking to Ethan.

You looked back at Kylian, who was still watching you. His gaze was still soft, and his eyes still shone with love for you.

You wanted him. You wanted to give him all of your love and affection. You wanted him to know that you were his. Always.

You wanted to feel his hands on your skin, his lips on your neck, his arms around you. You wanted him inside of you, taking you. You wanted to hear him tell you that he loved you, that you were his. That he needed you. You felt the need growing inside of you. Building up to a crescendo.

Kylian could see it in your eyes. He knew exactly what you were thinking, and he wanted it too.

He wanted to pull you into his lap and take you right then and there. He wanted to lift your skirt and pull your panties to the side. He wanted to sink into you, to feel your warmth. He wanted to feel your walls clenching around him, to hear your breath hitch as he filled you. He wanted to feel your lips on his skin, your nails digging into his arms. He wanted to feel your breasts against him, to feel your nipples hardening under his touch.

He wanted all of you.

You both sat there, watching each other, trying to decide what to do. You knew you needed to leave. To take him home. To give him the best night of his life. He nodded as if he knew what you were thinking.

Without a word, you both stood up, leaving your napkins on the table. You both walked over to Kylian’s mom, who looked up at you as you approached.

“Maman,” Kylian said “On va rentrer à la maison.”

Fayza paused, her eyes flickering over both of you with concern. Wondering why you were leaving so early. “Déja?” she asked, voice tinged with worry.

You nodded quickly, forcing a smile. “Yes, sorry, we're just… really tired.”

Kylian’s lips brushed against your ear again, his chuckle low and wicked. “Liar,” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin.

You shot him a warning look, but it was half-hearted at best. You could barely keep from smiling at the slight smirk on his lips. You felt like children that got away with taking cookies from the cookie jar.

His mom looked at you both, her eyes flicking back and forth between you two before realization kicked in.

She gave you a knowing look before looking back at her son with a smirk. “You must have had quite the day,” she teased, “but I guess you deserve it. Go, go. I’m sure the two of you want some privacy.” She winked at the two of you before patting Kylian on the arm. “Enjoy your night, mon amour.” She stood up to give Kylian a hug before giving you a hug as well. “Be safe,” she said, her voice low and playful.

You thanked her mortified and you and Kylian walked away.“We should say goodnight to your family,” you told him, your voice soft.

Kylian nodded and placed a hand on your back, guiding you through the room. He stopped every now and then to hug his family and say goodbye, but he never left your side.

You step out of the restaurant, feeling the cool air hit your flushed skin. You pull in a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the city.

It's a mix of smog and people, of food and trash. Of Madrid. Of your new home.

Kylian looks over at you, a smile playing on his lips. "Ready?" He asks, his voice soft.

You nod and he steps forward to open the car door for you. He waits for you to sit before closing the door and going around to the driver's side. As soon as he got into the car, he reached over and took your hand. He brought it to his mouth, kissing your palm.

His fingers traced over your wrist, sending tingles down your spine.

"You've been driving me crazy all night," he whispered, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. "Now I'm gonna take you home and fuck you all night. And you're going to love every second of it." He promised, his voice deep and husky. His eyes were full of desire. Full of need.

Your breath hitched at his tone. At the promise of what he was going to do to you tonight. You feel yourself growing wetter, your panties sticking to your skin.

His hand slipped down, his fingers brushing over the fabric of your dress. He tugged it up, exposing your skin to the air. His fingers slipped under, rubbing over your panties feeling how damp they are. He groaned when he felt how wet you were for him. How much you wanted him.

His thumb circled around your clothed clit, making you moan. He leans over and gives your neck a quick kiss, his tongue sliding over your skin.

He pulls away before you can enjoy his touch. You whimpered at the loss of contact. He chuckled as he put the car in drive.

He pulled out of the parking lot and into the streets of Madrid.

The city lights of the festive city flickered past the windows, painting fleeting golden strokes across the interior.

Kylian’s gaze remained on the road, but his hands remained on your thigh, rubbing the skin he had access to. His touch sent heat through your body, warming you to your core. You squirmed under his touch, the fabric of your panties chafing against your clit.

You wanted him inside you now.

When the car finally came to a stop outside your apartment, you practically jumped out the car making Kylian chuckle at your obvious desperation.

The elevator ride up to your floor was torturous. Kylian stood close behind you, his breath warm against your neck. His arms were wrapped around your waist, body pressed against yours. His cock was hard, pushing into your back as he leaned in and nipped at your neck. You shivered as he breathed hotly against your skin, making you melt in his arms.

"Kylian, please." You whimpered, arching into his touch. He leaned back slightly and smirked down at you.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good, baby." The words were a seductive promise, his voice low and husky.

You barely had time to process his words before you were at your door. Your fingers fumbled with the keys, your hands trembling slightly. You heard Kylian laugh behind you, his chest vibrating against your back. You felt his hands cover yours as he took the keys from you. He quickly unlocked the door and pulled you inside.

As soon as the door closed, he had you against the wall. His mouth was on yours, devouring your lips. He kissed you like you were air and he was drowning. Like he needed this kiss to survive. His lips were hot against yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth and tangling with yours.

His fingers gripped the nape of your neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. He licked into your mouth, sucking on your tongue. Making you moan into the kiss. He was greedy and desperate and you matched him kiss for kiss, stroke for stroke.

Without breaking the kiss, his hands slid under your ass, lifting you off the ground and he began to lead you towards the bedroom. You wrapped your legs around him, clinging to him as he carried you.

He stopped in the middle of the room and slowly lowered you down. He pressed another kiss to your mouth, pulling back when he was sure you were steady. Kylian pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily. You felt his hot breath against your face. His eyes were wild, burning with hunger.

He pulled back a little bit to look down at you. He licked his lips, his eyes raking over your clothed body. His fingers hooked around the straps of your dress, pulling them down your arms. He pushed the fabric down, revealing your nudity to him. He groaned at the sight, his eyes drinking you in.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," he whispered, his voice full of reverence. His fingers trailed down your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "And all mine."

You stood in front of him, completely naked. His eyes devoured every inch of you. He drank in your body like you were a glass of cool water on a hot summer day. His eyes were full of need. Of want.

He moved forward, his chest pressing against yours. He cupped your face between his hands and kissed you, his lips gentle against yours. His tongue traced over your lips, asking for permission to enter. You opened your mouth and he slipped inside. This kiss was sweet and slow.

His hands slid down your body, pulling you closer to him by your hips. You felt his hard cock press against your stomach through his clothes.

You moaned into his mouth and he smiled against your lips.

"Kylian, please," you gasped out when he pulled away for a breath. "I need you inside me."

He nodded and turned you around to face the bed pushing you gently onto it. He leaned over you, his body pressing against yours. You could feel the fabric of his clothes brush against your naked skin. You moaned at the sensation.

He ran a hand up your torso and over the curve of your breast. His other hand slid between your legs, cupping your pussy.

"You're so fucking wet," he groaned out, his fingers teasing over your lips. You whined, your pussy clenching around nothing. "Is this all for me?"

"Always." You panted out, arching into his touch.

He pushed two fingers inside you. His other hand found your nipple, pinching it roughly. You gasped out a moan, your body jerking on the bed.

His fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot. Your walls clenched around him, your eyes rolling back in your head. Your whole body was on fire. His name tumbled from your lips like a prayer, a plea.

You were already so close. You were so worked up from the dinner that it wouldn't take long for you to cum. You were aching to orgasm.

Kylian leaned over and nipped at your neck as he fucked you with his fingers. Your thighs shook as his fingers sped up. You moaned out, your body trembling.

"I'm gonna make you cum so hard, baby."

He said the words against your neck, his hot breath sending tingles through your body. His fingers sped up, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing circles into your sensitive skin. His teeth sank into your skin, biting down lightly.

You felt the orgasm build in your belly. Your body shook under his touch, your head falling back against the pillow. He took that moment to claim your mouth in a kiss, his tongue sliding in and swallowing your moan.

You came on a cry, your body shaking under his touch. You felt the warmth spread through you like a fire. Your body convulsed around his fingers, milking the orgasm from you. He didn't stop his movements until you were done. Until your body was boneless and exhausted.

He pulled back, his fingers slipping from you. He brought them to his mouth, licking your taste off them. His eyes burned with hunger as he looked at you.

"You taste so good, baby." He said, his voice deep. His hands quickly undid his belt and he pulled his pants down his thighs.

He pulled his cock out, stroking himself while he looked at you. You licked your lips, watching him touch himself. His fingers were wrapped around the base of his cock, his fist pumping up and down the length.

"Kylian," you breathed out, reaching for him. He smirked, his eyes dark with lust. "Want you in my mouth." He groaned at your words, his hand slowing.

"Yeah? Want to suck my cock? Wanna be my good girl?"

You nodded, your face burning at his words as you got up from the bed and got on your knees for him. You licked your lips again looking up at him and he chuckled, the sound deep in his throat.

"Go ahead baby, show me how you suck my cock."

You sat up, your mouth watering at the sight of him. Thick, long. He walked closer to you, pressing the tip of his cock against your lips. You licked the head, tasting the precum that leaked from him. He tasted like soap and skin. Like Kylian.

His hips jerked at the sensation, a groan slipping from his lips. His hand curled in your hair and he tugged your head back. He looked down at you with wild eyes, his breathing heavy. His lip was bitten raw.

"You're so fucking gorgeous." He breathed out, his hand running through your hair.

He leaned forward and pushed his cock into your mouth. His eyes never left yours as he did, his pupils blown out. Your mouth was stretched wide around him, your tongue licking at the underside. He held himself in your mouth for a moment, letting you adjust to his size. You swirled your tongue over the head of his cock, making him groan out.

He pulled out of your mouth and thrust back in, setting a rhythm. Your lips were tight around him, your tongue licking over his length. He moaned out, his fingers tightening in your hair. Your hands went to his thighs, feeling his muscles clench under your fingers.

"Fuck baby," he panted out. "You're so fucking good at this." He moaned out.

His hand slid around your jaw and tipped your head back. You looked up at him through your lashes as he fucked your face. His eyes burned into your, pouring out all his love.

"You're so beautiful, baby. So gorgeous." He whispered over the sound of you chocking on his cock. "Love you."

The words were barely audible from where you were but they made your heart flutter in your chest. You hummed around him, trying to tell him you loved him too.

His cock pulsed inside you and you knew he was close. He sped up his pace, fucking your mouth harder. Your throat worked around him, your tongue licking at his length.

He groaned, his thighs tensing. He was getting close, his balls drawing up tight to his body. You sucked him harder, swirling your tongue over the head and licking at the tip.

His hand tightened in your hair and he pushed into your mouth one last time before cumming. You swallowed him down, moaning around him. His hand fell to the bed as he shook through his orgasm, his cock still twitching in your mouth.

He pulled out of you, his cock leaving you with a pop, his breathing harsh. He looked down at you, his eyes dark with need. With hunger.

He leaned down and kissed you, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You tasted him on your lips and swallowed his taste down.

He pulled back, his lips swollen from your kiss. His eyes were still dark with want.

"You look so fucking good on your knees for me," he whispered. "So beautiful."

You blushed under his praise, looking away.

He leaned back over, pulling you up to stand in front of him. His fingers traced over your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"Bed," he commanded, his voice soft. You nodded and he pushed you backwards onto the mattress. He followed you down, pressing between your legs. He leaned up over you, bracing his arms on either side of your head.

"Je t'aime tellement." He said, his voice soft. His eyes burned into you, looking deep into your soul. "Mon ange," He whispered, his lips brushing over yours.

He kissed you softly, his lips gentle against yours. You felt like you were floating. Like you were in the clouds and nothing could touch you.

He pulled back, looking down at you. His eyes were soft, full of love and adoration. He leaned down and gave your a quick kiss, his hands sliding under your back. He lifted you up, pressing you closer to him.

"I need you, baby. Need you so badly."

His hands ran down your back, cupping your ass. He lifted your legs, hooking them around his waist.

He settled between your legs, his hard cock pressing against your slit. You moaned, your eyes fluttering closed. You were still sensitive from earlier but you wanted him inside you so badly.

"Kylian," you whined, your voice needy.

"Yeah baby," he groaned out, his hips jerking. "gonna give it to you."

His hand slid between your legs, his fingers teasing over your pussy. His thumb pressed against your clit, making you cry out. His other hand gripped your thigh, his fingers digging into your skin.

His lips pressed against your neck, sucking the skin between his teeth. His teeth sank into your skin and you cried out, your head falling back against the pillow.

"Kylian, please," you gasped out, your voice needy. "Please, please."

"Yeah, baby," he groaned out, his lips traveling to your ear. "Please what?"

You whimpered, your hips jerking under him. Your head felt fuzzy, the sounds around turning muffled. You were high on the pleasure he was giving you. "Please." You whined out, voice breathy, full of need.

He laughed against your neck, finally taking pity on you. Looking down he lined his cock up with your entrance, pushing into you slowly never taking his eyes away from the sight of the two of you becoming one.

You gasped out at the sensation, your walls clenching around him. His hips stilled, waiting for you to adjust to his size. His head dropped into the crook of your neck, the feeling of your tight gummy walls squeezing around him too good. "Fuck," he moaned out. "Feels so good, baby. So tight."

You whined out, your hands trailing down his back. You dug your nails into his skin, making him shiver. His hips finally moved, pulling out of you before sliding back in.

A groan escaped your lips at the movement, your hands moving to grip his shoulders. His lips moved to yours, kissing you deeply. His tongue slid between your lips, stroking over yours.

His hips started moving faster, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you that only he could reach. Your hips jerked up, meeting him thrust for thrust.

"Kylian," you whined out, your voice needy. "Feels so good."

"Yeah, baby," he groaned out, his voice deep. "Moan for me. Tell me how good I'm making you feel."

His hand gripped your thigh, pulling your leg up higher. His eyes were full of adoration as he looked down at you. He thrust into you harder, his cock sliding deeper. You gasped out at the feeling, throat raw and sore from having him in your mouth earlier.

He settled his weight against yours and leaned forward, his mouth brushing over yours.

"You feel so good," he said, his voice breathy. "So wet and tight around me."

The sound of your wet pussy taking him echoed through the room, the sounds making you blush.

You whined out as he continued to pump into you. He kissed you again, his lips soft against yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue, your flavor filling your mouth.

His hips started to jerk, his thrusts becoming less steady. You wrapped your legs tighter around him, pulling him in deeper.

Your hands trailed down his back, your nails digging into his skin. You were getting close, his cock hitting your G-spot every time. Your walls clenched around him, milking him. His hips stuttered against you, his groan deep in your ear.

"Close," you gasped out, your voice needy. "I'm so close, Kylian."

He nodded, his eyes locked on yours. His hips moved faster, drilling you into the sheets under you. Your walls clenched around him, your legs jerking. "Me too baby," he moaned out, his lips brushing over yours. "Gonna come for me?"

His hand moved between your legs, his fingers finding your clit. His thumb rubbed over your clit as he bottomed out inside you. Your head fell back, a scream of his name leaving your lips. Your pussy spasmed around his cock, your walls squeezing tight. Your legs shook, your hands digging into his shoulders.

"Fuck," he grunted out, his cock pulsing inside you. "come with me, baby." He commanded, his voice deep in your ear.

You moaned out, your pussy clenching tighter. Your hips jerked, your hands gripping his shoulders. You felt yourself climbing higher and higher, your body heating up. You felt yourself on the edge of orgasm, your toes curling as it washed over you. You cried out, your walls clenching around him. You felt his hips stutter before he came inside you. His cum filling you up.

His hips moved slowly, dragging out the pleasure. Finally, he stilled, his head dropping to your neck, his breath hot against your skin. He sucked the skin between his teeth, leaving a bruise on your skin. You both lay there for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of being joined together. You let your hand trail down his arm, feeling goosebumps break out over his skin

"Mmm," he hummed out. "Good baby. Such a good girl."

You moaned out, your hands sliding up his back. You pulled him back, looking up at him. "I love you Kylian," you said, your voice soft. "Love you so much."

"I love you too baby," he said, his voice soft. "Thank you for being mine." He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. His eyes were soft, full of love and adoration.

You smiled up at him, your fingers tracing over his face. His hands slid down your arms, holding you to him. He rolled to the side, pulling you into his arms. You snuggled in close to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. His arms held you tight, keeping you close to him.

His hand trailed down your arm, his lips pressed against your forehead. "I'm so lucky to have you," he said, his voice soft. "Could never imagine being with anyone else."

You smiled, "I'm so proud of you," you said, your voice soft. "You gently brushed a drop of sweat away from his forehead, your fingers lingering on his cheek. "You've achieved so much, and you still remain the sweetest, most humble person I know. I'm so proud of the man you are."

Kylian's eyes glistened with emotion as he gazed down at you. "It's because of you," he murmured, his voice thick with sincerity. "Because of the support you give me. Every step of the way, it's been you."

You felt a warm blush creeping up your cheeks, your eyes welling up with tears. "I just want you to be happy," you whispered, leaning in to press your lips against his in a tender kiss. "To see you succeed, to see you smile—that's all I need."

Kylian's grip tightened around you, his heartbeat a steady rhythm beneath your ear. "Your happiness is my priority too," he whispered, his breath warm against your temple. "Every goal I score, every match I play, it's all for you."

You nestled closer, the warmth of his body enveloping you. The room was quiet, the only sounds being the soft rustle of sheets and the distant hum of Madridian life outside.

Kylian's fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "Do you remember our first date?" he asked suddenly, a hint of amusement in his voice. "The one where I spilled wine all over your dress?"

You laughed softly, the memory vivid in your mind. "How could I forget? I thought you were going to faint from embarrassment."

He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. "I was so nervous. I wanted everything to be perfect."

"It was perfect," you assured him, lifting your head to meet his gaze. "Not because of what happened, but because I was with you."

His eyes softened, the corners crinkling with a smile. "You always know just what to say," he murmured, his voice filled with affection. "You make everything better."

You reached up, cupping his cheek in your hand. "And you make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world," you replied, your voice trembling with emotion. "Every day with you is a gift."

Kylian leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, passionate kiss. The world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble of love and contentment.

As you pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, your breaths mingling. "Let's stay like this forever," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "Just you and me."

"Okay," he agreed, his voice a solemn promise. "Always."

You smiled, your eyes drifting closed. You felt his lips press against your forehead. "Goodnight baby," he whispered out, his voice soft.

"Goodnight Kylian," you whispered back, your voice soft.

You both fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms. Two humans in love, ready to face whatever the future held for you in this festive city of Madrid.

-Bianca🌻

Heyyyyyyy. I love your imagines. I was wondering in honor of Kylian joining Real Madrid today, Can you make an fluff imagine where you go with him to his Real Madrid presentation with his family and friends to support him and it’s cute behind the scenes moments leading up to his presentation ? An already established relationship .

Thank Youuu ❤️

I'm so excited about Kylian joining Real Madrid. So proud of him. I wish him success in his future, and may he accomplish all his goals💛

Sorry if this one is a little wonky, wrote it on my lunch break.

Presentation Day

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — You support Kylian on his presentation day.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Kylian Mbappé x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 3.2k

Warnings! FLUFF, supportive reader, Kylian is playing for Madrid y'all!!!

Today is the day.

The day that Kylian had been waiting for his whole life. The day that would mark a significant milestone in his career. The day that he would be presented as a Real Madrid player.

You're so proud of him. You can't even put it into words. You've seen him work so hard for this. How much he's sacrificed to get here. It's a day that he deserves to celebrate and you can't wait to do just that. By his side.

You still can't believe that you're here for this. You can't believe that he picked you to be here with him for this special day. You can't believe that you've been able to be a part of his life these past three years.

You remember the day you met him. You had just started working at a popular news company and your first assignment was to attend a Paris-Saint Germain game that he was playing at. You were doing some interviews with some of his new teammates and he walked by and you couldn't help but stare at him. He had this air about him, this confidence, this spark in his eyes that made you just want to know him.

When he walked into the room where you were doing the interviews, you almost dropped the microphone in your hands. He was so handsome up close, so charming. You introduced yourself to him and you couldn't help but stare at him. You were nervous as hell but he made you feel at ease. He made you feel so comfortable in his presence and you found yourself laughing and joking with him.

After the interview, Kylian offered to show you around the stadium. You couldn't believe it. Here you were, walking beside one of the most talented footballers in the world, chatting like old friends. He was easy to talk to and genuinely interested in your work. Though the conversation was very surface level you were surprised at how down-to-earth he was.

By the end of the tour, he asked for your number. To your delight, you exchanged numbers, not entirely sure if he would actually reach out. But he did, later that evening, and from that day on, you started texting each other regularly.

It wasn't long after that he asked you to be his girlfriend. You said yes and you two became inseparable. The chemistry was undeniable between you two. You couldn't get enough of each other.

You went to his games, you were there for him when he needed you and you were his rock. He was your everything.

You never could have imagined that three years later, you would be standing in the bathroom of your new home, getting ready for his presentation at the Santiago Bernabéu.

You're wearing a black jumpsuit with a gold belt that accentuates your waist. You've curled your hair and did your makeup. You're even wearing the gold necklace that he bought for you last week. You want to make sure that you look good for him. You want to make sure that he knows that he deserves this day. That he deserves everything that he's worked for.

You're slipping your shoes on when you feel a tap on your ass. Without even looking up you know who it is. You roll your eyes at his antics but can't help the smile that creeps onto your face.

Even after all these years together, you still get butterflies in your stomach when he touches you.

"Kylian," you scold, but the playfulness in your tone tells him you're not really mad, "do you have to do that every time?"

He grins, his touch lingering a moment longer before he steps back, hands in his pockets. "Sorry, couldn't resist," he replies, his tone light but his eyes betraying a hint of nerves. You know he's trying to keep it together, trying to stay calm for what lies ahead.

"Tu es magnifique," he says, his voice softening as he steps closer, his hands finding your waist. His French accent is as sexy as ever. Sending child down your spine as his hands continue to hold you close. His eyes raking your figure in the mirror.

You look perfect.

You blush, your eyes meeting his. "Thank you."

"I mean it," he whispers, his gaze sincere, his grip on your waist tightening. "You look so beautiful." He meets your eyes in the mirror again. "I'm so lucky to have you." He pulls you flush against his chest. "Tu es la femme de mes rêve." His lips brush against your ear. "I couldn't imagine being here without you." He finishes his words with a gentle kiss to your neck.

Your heart melts. Your heart beats faster. You've heard him say these words before. You've heard them more than once but each time still gives you butterflies. Each time makes you love him even more.

You lean back into him, wrapping your arms around his around your waist, savoring this intimate moment with him before you have to share him with the world.

"You ready?" he asks softly, breaking the peaceful silence.

You turn to face him, his hands still holding you close, your arms finding their way around his neck. You bury your face in his chest. You take a deep breath and breathe him in. You smell the cologne he's wearing.

"I should be asking you that" you whisper, your hands resting lightly on his chest. You can feel his heartbeat under your palms, steady but perhaps a beat faster than usual.

"I'm a little nervous," he admits with a small frown, his fingers tracing absent-minded patterns on your waist.

You know how much he's worked for this. You know how much pressure he's under. You know how much he wants this. But you also know that he's going to do great. You know that he's ready for this.

You reach up to cup his cheeks in your hands, your eyes soft and encouraging. "It's okay to be nervous," you assure him with a reassuring smile. "But you're going to do amazing. You're Kylian Mbappé You're going to rock this. I know you will. You've worked so hard for this." You tell him, your hands finding their way to his neck, your thumbs rubbing gentle circles against the skin there.

He's silent for a moment before he pulls you into a tight hug, his head burying in your neck. You wrap your arms around him, holding him close, letting him take comfort in you. You let him hold you like this for a few seconds, feeling him breathe you in.

"I love you, thank you for doing this with me. For being here." he mumbles into your skin, his voice so soft and so sweet.

You smile. Your heart racing at his words.

"I love you too," you whisper back.

He pulls back, his eyes meeting yours. "Seriously bébé," he says, his voice soft but full of conviction. "I couldn't have done this without you. Thank you for being with me every step of the way. You've sacrificed so much to move here with me. I will never be able to thank you enough for all the things you do for me. I promise to always be there for you, to support you, to make you happy. To be the best boyfriend I can be. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." His hand rests gently on your cheek, his thumb brushing against your jaw.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you look at him. You're so in love with him. You can't believe that this man is all yours, that he wants to be with you, that he loves you just as much as you love him. You can't believe that you found each other.

You want to say so much, want to reply to his little speech but you can't find the words to express how much you love him. So you kiss him instead.

A soft kiss, one full of love, one full of affection. One full of hope. Your lips linger on his for a few seconds before he pulls back. You're both smiling at each other.

"We should head downstairs," he whispers softly, breaking the silence again. "We don't want to be late"

You nod and you step back. He lets go of you, letting you walk out of the bathroom first.

When you walk into the living room downstairs, his family is there waiting for you two, chatting animatedly. They look up as you both enter, smiles lighting up their faces. His little niece and nephew are sitting on the couch with their mom when they see you come in. Without waiting a moment they stand up from their spot on the couch and run up to Kylian.

"Uncle Kylian! Y/N!" They squeal in unison.

He bends down and picks them up. One on each arm. He swings them around and they giggle in glee. You watch as his face lights up with a bright smile. His eyes meet yours over his niece and nephew's heads and he grins at you.

"I missed you guys so much," he whispers in their ears.

They're still laughing when they land back on their feet. He sets them down and gives each of them a kiss on the head before they turn to you. "Y/N!" They greet you with equal enthusiasm.

"My babies," you coo, bending down to pick them up. "I missed you two so much too!" You give each of them a hug. You give them each a kiss on the head before you set them back down. The second you set them back down they're on Kylian again, completely enamoured with their uncle.

"Be good for your mom and dad today," he tells them softly. "I want to see you after the presentation." His eyes light up with excitement.

"We will," they reply in unison, giggling.

He pulls away from them, giving each one another kiss on the head before he turns towards everyone else. Kylian's mother approaches you with open arms, pulling you both into a hug. You were in the shower earlier when they arrived so she hadn't seen you yet.

"Mes bébés," she said, tears shining in her eyes. “I'm so proud of you, Kylian. And you, my darling,” she adds, embracing you in turn, ”thank you for being here with us today." she coos, kissing both your cheeks.

Kylian's father pulls him into a tight hug next. He pats him on the back. "Fier de toi, mon garçon," he says, his eyes shining with pride. "

The other family members join you, each expressing their admiration and support for Kylian. His father squeezes your shoulder affectionately, his siblings exchange jokes with him to lighten the mood.

Silently without anyone noticing you sneak a picture of Kylian and his family gathered together in the living room. It's candid, raw, real. Capturing the support and love surrounding him on this monumental day. Kylian's smile is wide in the picture, the kind that radiates insumontable joy. You feel tears prick your eyes as you look down at it, happy to have frozen this moment for him.

As the final hugs are exchanged, Kylian’s agent steps forward, checking the time on his watch. "It's almost time," he announces, his voice calm but firm. "We should get going."

You all head outside, where a convoy of sleek black cars waits.

You would be riding with Kylian. Because today was also the day you would come out to the world as his girlfriend.

Even though everyone knew by now that Mbappé was off the market it was still a hush on who he was dating. At first, you guys had done it for the sake of your job. But now that you would be staying in Madrid with him, the both of you decided not to keep your identity a secret anymore. So this was technically your first appearance together. All the more reason to be nervous.

The plan was to arrive together at the stadium, walk in with him, then get separated to go to where his family would be sitting while he gave his speech.

You two slip into the car together. He pulls you into his side, his hands holding yours. You both sit there quietly for a second, the only sound being the driver's voice talking through the intercom.

He's fidgety, his eyes darting out the window to the passing buildings. You squeeze his hand gently, reminding him of your presence. He looks at you, his eyes meeting yours for the first time since the car started moving.

"Are you sure you're okay?" You ask him softly, his hand squeezing yours in reassurance.

"I'm good, trésor," he assures you. "Just excited and a little nervous."

You nod, your hand rubbing circles into his wrist. "I'm so proud of you," you tell him sincerely, your free hand reaching up to cup his cheek. He closes his eyes briefly at your touch, breathing in deeply before turning to face you fully. His lips meet yours for a brief kiss. He smiles against your lips, his hands finding their way to your waist as he pulls you into a tight hug.

The rest of the car ride is silent.

You're pulled out of your comfortable bubble when the car stops.

The stadium.

You're here.

You both sit in stunned silence for a moment, your eyes wide as you take in the sight. The stadium is already packed with thousands of screaming fans, each holding a white Real Madrid jersey with his name on the back.

Kylian is silent beside you, his eyes wide, his hands resting on his thighs. He takes a deep breath. He looks at you, his eyes locking with yours.

"Ready?" he asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nod, a smile on your face.

You two slip out of the car together, Kylian holding your hand tightly in his. They don't notice you at first since you're hidden behind him, out of sight, but he pulls you beside him and wraps an arm around your waist. The cheers from the crowd grow louder as the realization of who you are girlfriend sinks in.

You smile shyly, trying to hide your face in his shoulder.

He laughs, pulling you closer to him.

You both walk towards the entrance of the stadium, the screams of the fans reaching an all-time high. Kylian smiles brightly at the cameras flashing in your faces, his free hand waving at the crowd.

You both stop walking for a second, posing for pictures together. You're conscious of the cameras flashing around you, of the fans screaming his name. The whole situation is a little overwhelming but nothing you can't handle with him beside you, holding your hand.

You both pose for a few pictures, then you walk inside, the crowd quieting as you leave them behind.

You're led to a room backstage, where you'll wait with Kylian until it's time for him to go on stage. The room is buzzing with activity – staff members are rushing around, checking last-minute details, and ensuring everything is perfect.

You find a quieter corner of the room where he can take a moment to collect himself. He sits down on a plush leather chair, his eyes scanning the room but his grip on your hand never loosening. You can tell the nerves are killing him.

“Do you want some water?” you ask softly, your thumb rubbing soothing circles on his skin.

He nods, and you quickly fetch a bottle from a nearby table. When you hand it to him, he takes a long sip, then leans back, exhaling slowly. “Merci,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

You sit beside him, placing your hand on his knee. “Remember, they’re all here for you. They believe in you, just like I do.”

He turns to look at you, his eyes softening. “I know. It’s just… a lot.”

You nod, understanding completely. “It’s okay to be overwhelmed. Just take it one step at a time.”

He nods, his eyes locking onto yours, drawing strength from your calm presence. The door opens, and one of the staff members steps in, clipboard in hand. “It's time miss Y/N,” he announces, waiting for you at the door.

That's your cue.

You stand up, offering Kylian your hand. He takes it, rising from the chair, his grip firm and warm. He pulls you into a tight hug, his arms wrapping around you with a strength that speaks volumes about the emotions coursing through him.

“I’ll be right there in the audience,” you whisper against his ear gently stroking his back “I’ll be cheering the loudest.”

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes searching yours. “Je t'aime fort,” The tone of which he says it is the most endearing you've ever heard from him. It makes your heart swell. You wish you could go with him.

“I love you too,” you reply, placing one last peck on his lips.

With a final squeeze of your hand, he releases you and you follow the man to the section reserved for his family.

As you enter the stadium, the roar of the crowd is deafening. The energy is electric, every person present filled with anticipation. You find your seat next to Kylian’s mother, who greets you with a warm smile and a comforting squeeze of your hand.

The lights dim, and the stadium falls silent. The anticipation is palpable. The lights dim slightly, and the murmurs in the stadium grow louder. The large screens display a montage of Kylian’s best moments, a tribute to his journey and accomplishments.

Then, the announcer’s voice booms through the speakers, introducing Kylian. The crowd erupts into cheers, the noise almost overwhelming.

You're crying as you watch him walk to the stage, grateful that you get to witness this moment with him, a moment he's been waiting for a long time.

Kylian steps onto the stage, his presence commanding yet humble. He looks out at the sea of faces, his gaze searching until it finds yours. You smile at him through your tears, giving him a small nod of encouragement. He smiles back, gesturing at your crying.

The jumbotron pans to your face as you laugh at his antics and everyone in the stadium realizes who you are immediately. They start cheering even louder.

The warmth of the moment envelops you as you watch Kylian take center stage. His speech is emotional thanking his fans, his teammates, and the club for believing in him. He speaks with passion and sincerity, his words resonating with everyone in the stadium. When he finishes with his "Hala Madrid", the applause is thunderous, echoing through the massive arena.

You and Fayza hold on to each other as you cry your eyes out, Kylian's words of thanks to you echoing in your ears. You both hug each other tight, both of you overwhelmed with emotion.

It's such a powerful moment one that sends shivers down your spine. The beginning of a new era. The start of your new life together with him.

-Bianca🌻

oh you're back, i missed your writing <3

awww, thank you.

I never really left. I've just been swamped since school started. But now that my schedule is a bit more settled, I'll try to post as much as possible.

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Hi girlie! Can you write reader’s first time and VVD guiding her through it? (Can be smutty as well 🫢)

Love your work❤️

This one was hard, took me three days to write. It's a long one ya'll so buckle up.

First Love, Last Love

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — the one where he's your first and you're his last.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Virgil Van Dijk x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 8.7k

Warnings! FLUFF! Virgil is so soft with her, age gap (11 years) insecurities, first love, NSFW! SMUT (18+), corruption kink, virgin reader, first time, size kink, unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (f & m receiving), soft sex, multiple orgasms, dom!Virgil, sub!reader.

The soft smacking of lips together was the only noise in the room.

The dim light from the lamp casts a warm, golden glow over your entwined forms, highlighting the gentle curve of your neck and the strong line of his jaw.

You could feel his breath against your skin, warm and slightly ragged, as he pulls you closer, the fabric of your clothes creating a soft rustle in the otherwise silent room. Your eyes are closed as you lose yourself in the sensation, the taste of him lingering on your lips.

It should have brought you comfort, but it didn’t.

The kiss had been like any other, filled with all the things that made your heart skip a beat. It was sweet and soft and warm. It was also felt completely wrong. Because of what you were about to say. What you needed to say.

You never meant to keep it a secret.

Not intentionally anyway. Not at first. You just never found a good time to tell him. You were worried about how he would react. Worried about what he would think. Worried he would see you differently.

Each passing day, the words tangled more in your throat, and you found yourself more and more anxious to tell him.

It didn’t help that you were both so far apart. With you being 21 and him being 32, the eleven-year age gap was often suffocating.

That difference seemed so small when he kissed you when his hand slipped under your shirt and traced the curves of your body, but it felt so big now.

And that scared you more than anything.

Because he was your first love. The first person to make your heart race and your pulse flutter. The first person you had ever fallen for.

But it obviously wasn't the same case for him.

He'd been with many people before you. The thought had always made you feel a little jealous. A little insecure. Because he'd had so many people in his life. So many women who were beautiful and sexy and experienced, and you were none of those things. Not compared to them anyway.

He was your first everything, but you weren’t his.

And that terrified you.

It was almost midnight. The clock on the wall ticked with slow, deliberate precision, each second stretching out like a taut wire. The quiet hum of the city outside was a distant murmur, an indifferent spectator to the turmoil unfolding within you.

You shifted slightly, feeling the warmth of his body pressed against yours, the solidness of him. The couch creaked softly beneath you as you moved, his kisses growing more urgent, more demanding.

Your heart raced, not from the kiss, but from the anxiety gnawing at your insides, clawing to be set free. His hand rested on the small of your back, fingers gently stroking the skin there, sending shivers down your spine.

You were dressed in one of his old shirts, soft and loose around you. It smelled of him, the scent of his body wash and the fabric softener he used, and it was the most comforting thing you had ever felt.

His lips left yours, breath hot against the skin of your neck as he traced the curve of it with his mouth. Your eyes were still closed, and your breath was ragged and uneven. He kissed your neck lazily, his fingers stroking along your bare thigh. The sound of your panting was loud in the quiet living room.

“Virg?” you gasped out, voice barely audible.

His fingers grazed your hip, causing a soft gasp to escape your lips. He responded with a low, satisfied hum, as his lips brushed over your jawline, sending sparks of heat through your veins. His fingers curled into your hip, and you could feel the heat of his touch through the thin fabric of his shirt.

“Virgil?” you repeated, louder this time, more insistent.

His lips stilled on the skin of your neck. He paused, pulling back slightly. His fingers stayed on your hip, his lips hovering over yours. His breath was warm against your face, and his eyes were dark in the dim light of the room.

"What is it, princess?” he murmured, his voice hoarse with need and arousal dropping his face back into the crook of your neck. He nuzzled at the area, his breath tickling your skin.

You opened your mouth, the words you’d rehearsed for so long caught in your throat, refusing to come out. The words were on the tip of your tongue, but they felt like shards of glass, cutting your throat as they tried to escape.

Your voice was barely audible when you finally spoke. "There's something I need to tell you," you manage to whisper, your voice trembling. The room feels smaller, the air thicker, as if the walls are closing in on you.

He doesn't say anything, just waits patiently, his thumb still moving in soothing circles on your skin. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. This was it. There was no turning back now. "It's... about sex."

His brow furrows, but he doesn't interrupt. His silence is both a comfort and a curse, giving you the space to speak but also the time to doubt every word. Everything you had practiced.

You felt like you were going to vomit, your heart hammering in your chest like a drum. It was almost deafening. You were sure he could hear it too.

His fingers tightened on your hip, his grip almost painful, grounding, as he pulled back further. His face was a mask of concern, his eyes searching yours, and his brows furrowed.

“Are you okay?” he asked, voice low and gentle.

You felt like you were going to cry. You were so nervous. So scared. You were scared that he would be upset. That he would be angry. That he wouldn’t want you anymore.

“Yeah,” you whispered, voice trembling. “I just... I wanted to talk to you about something.”

His eyes softened, and he reached up, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. His touch was gentle and soft. “Okay,” he murmured.

He paused for a moment, looking at you expectantly. His eyes were patient, his mouth soft and inviting.

The words burst from your mouth like a dam breaking. “I’m a virgin.”

The silence that follows is deafening. The words hangs in the air between you, a heavy weight that you felt pressing down on you, crushing the breath from your lungs.

His hand still on your hip, the gentle patterns cease. He blinks slowly, his gaze unreadable. You feel a cold wave of fear wash over you. He was going to leave you. You felt it in the way he looked at you, in the way his hand fell from your hip.

“Virgil?” you whisper, your voice barely audible. “Virgil, I’m sorry.”

His face was blank, his eyes dark, and his mouth set in a firm line. You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes, and your throat felt tight and constricted. You train your eyes down, unable to meet his, feeling a flush of shame and anxiety coloring your cheeks.

“Princess?” he murmured, his voice low and gentle. His gaze was soft and kind. He leaned forward, his forehead pressing against yours. The smell of his cologne enveloped you, making your stomach flip and your breath hitch. “Please look at me.” His voice was soft, coaxing.

You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest, but finally, you looked up. His eyes met yours, and the intensity of his gaze made your heart clench.

His hand cupped your face, his touch both reassuring and gentle, as though he were afraid to break something fragile and precious. His words were soft, tender, as he spoke. “Why are you sorry, hmm?”

You felt tears slide down your cheeks, and you felt a lump form in your throat. “Because I lied,” you whispered. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. I just didn’t know how.”

His eyes softened, his gaze filled with something like... pity? It made you feel like crying more. Made you feel so small. So pathetic.

“Baby,” he cooed, his thumb brushing away a tear from your cheek with a tenderness that seemed to pierce through the storm raging inside you. “I've known for a while now,” he whispered, voice soft.

You blinked, stunned. The room seemed to spin for a moment, the weight of his words sinking in.

“You knew?” You squeaked out, your voice trembling.

He hummed, his head nodding, his thumb still tracing circles on your cheek. His touch was so gentle it made you feel like crying again.

“How? Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked, your voice small, almost afraid to break the fragile peace that had settled between you.

He chuckled softly, a sound that vibrated through your entire being. “It's pretty obvious, baby. You’re just so fucking innocent and pure and good that it’s practically written all over your face.” His thumb brushed across your bottom lip, his smile deepening as he watched the way they parted slightly in response. You felt a warmth bloom across your face, and you couldn’t help but look down at your hands, your heart pounding.

His hand moved to cup your cheeks in both hands, keeping your eyes on his. "I wanted you to tell me when you were ready. I didn’t want to pressure you or make you feel uncomfortable.” His eyes were soft, filled with an emotion you couldn’t quite place.

His words washed over you, their gentleness almost more than you could bear. It was as if a weight had been lifted from your chest, allowing you to breathe for the first time in what felt like forever. The tension in your muscles began to ease, replaced by a warm, tingling relief that spread through your entire body.

You let out a shaky breath, feeling the tears stream down your cheeks in earnest now. "I... I was scared," you admitted, your voice barely more than a whisper. "I thought you wouldn't want me anymore."

Virgil's eyes softened even more, if that was possible, and he pulled you closer. He pressed his forehead to yours, his breath mingling with yours in the small space between you. "You don’t ever have to be scared with me," he said softly, " Besides, everyone's experience is different. And there's no right or wrong way to love someone. What matters is how we feel about each other, and I've never felt this way about anyone before."

"Really?" you whispered, your voice trembling.

You looked up at him, your eyes searching his for any hint of insincerity, but all you found was a depth of emotion that took your breath away. His eyes searched yours, as if trying to convey everything he felt for you through that one look. "Yes, darling. I love you Y/N, and nothing will change that. Not this, not anything."

You felt the warmth of his breath against your mouth as he whispered the last words, and your entire world seemed to tilt on its axis. This was the first time he'd told you he loved you. You'd been waiting so long to hear those words. They filled you with such happiness and relief that you felt your heart might burst.

Virgil's mouth pressed gently against yours, a tender, comforting kiss that had your heart fluttering in your chest. His lips brushed against yours, soft and warm, his breath tasting of minty freshness. His fingers traced your jawline, his touch featherlight.

It was a kiss that stole the air from your lungs, a kiss that made your heart pound in your chest. The world seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of you in existence. It was the sweetest kiss you'd ever experienced.

You leaned into it, your hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. His arms wrapped around you, his hands stroking your back in soothing circles.

When he broke the kiss, his forehead pressed against yours, his breath coming out in ragged pants. "I love you," he repeated, his voice hoarse.

"I love you too," you whispered back, your voice filled with emotion.

He leaned in again, his lips pressing against the shell of your ear. "You're everything I've ever wanted baby. I'm going to be so good to you, I promise." His breath was warm and ticklish, making goosebumps rise across your skin.

With those words you knew.

Knew that this was it.

That it was him. Him that you wanted to spend your days with, your nights with, your life with. That it was him who you wanted to give yourself to.

You pull back slightly, breath labored. You could feel him watching you, could feel his eyes tracing over every dip and curve of your face. It made you feel like squirming in his lap, but in a good way. You bite your lip, looking up at him from under your lashes. “I want it to be you Virgil.” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your pounding heartbeat.

That same confused look from earlier comes back, his brows furrowing. "Sweetheart what are you talking about?" His voice is soft and gentle, filled with concern.

You swallow hard, trying to gather your courage. You've always been shy about saying this kind of thing out loud. But looking into Virgil's eyes now, you felt none of that fear. You felt nothing but love and acceptance.

You take a deep breath, the words tumbling out in a rush. “I want you to take it.” you whisper, your fingers twisting in the fabric of your (his) shirt.

A flash of surprise crosses his face for a moment, and then it’s replaced with something you can’t quite name. It was something dark and intense, something that made your breath hitch in your throat. He looks at you for a long moment, as if he’s trying to memorize your face.

“Baby,” he whispers, his voice low and gravelly, “you want me to be your first?” He asks, trying to confirm what he thinks you're telling him.

You nod, burying yourself in the crook of his neck to hide from the implications of your own words.

He groans, the sound low and pained. “You’re going to kill me.” he whispers. “I want you so bad.” His fingers slide under your chin, pulling you back to look at him. “But you have to be sure, darling. There’s no going back once we do this.”

You nod, your heart pounding in your chest. You were sure. More sure than you’d ever been about anything. You wanted him, all of him.

You wanted to belong to him.

He leans forward, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. Virgil’s hand slid down to rest against the curve of your waist, his touch possessive yet tender. "We'll take it slow," he murmured, "Only what you’re comfortable with." His fingers trace over your collarbone, the pads of his fingers rough against your skin. You shivered, your toes curling in your socks.

He smiles softly, his lips curling upward at the corners. "If you're not comfortable with something, all you have to do is say stop." his voice is low, gentle. "You have all the control here, princess. Understand?"

His words made you feel a little better, a little more grounded. You nod, swallowing hard to try and work some moisture back into your mouth. His hands skim over your arms, pulling your hands to rest at his shoulders.

Virgil's hands slid down to rest at the hem of your (his) shirt, his fingers bunching up the material in his palms. His eyes were dark, hungry, drinking in every detail of your body. You could feel your heartbeat pounding in your chest, the tips of your nipples tightening under the thin fabric of your bra.

He leaned in closer, his nose skimming over the curve of your shoulder. "So sweet," he whispered, his lips skimming over your skin, "you smell so fucking good." You shiver at the feel of his mouth against your skin, goosebumps breaking out along your arms.

He hummed softly, his hands sliding down to cup your breasts. You gasp at the feel of his fingers, your head falling back on a moan. You guys had ever only gone as far as a little grinding so far. You couldn't believe how good it felt to have him touching you like this.

Virgil leaned forward, his mouth trailing over the curve of your shoulder, his teeth nipping gently at the skin. He pulled back after a moment, looking down at you with dark hungry eyes. "Can I see?" he asked softly, his voice like silk.

You swallowed hard, feeling a blush spread up over your cheeks. You nod, giving him the permission he seeks.

His smile is gentle, yet there's an unmistakable edge of desire in his eyes. He slowly lifts the hem of the shirt, revealing more of your skin inch by inch. You gasped as the cool air hit your skin, his eyes devouring every inch of you.

His eyes never leave yours as he slides the shirt over your head, tossing it aside. You stand before him in your bra and shorts, feeling both exposed and cherished under his intense gaze. Virgil's fingers trace the lines of your collarbone, moving down to the straps of your bra. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice filled with awe.

You can barely breathe, every nerve ending alive with anticipation. He unclasps your bra with practiced ease, sliding the straps down your arms. The garment joins your shirt on the floor, and you shiver under his appreciative gaze.

"Perfect," he breathes. His hands were hot as they skimmed over your body, cupping your breasts in his palms, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through you, making you gasp. "Fucking perfect."

He pulls you in closer, his hands sliding down over your hips, pulling you flush against him. You can feel his hardness pressing up against you through your shorts, your thighs trembling with desire.

His eyes lock on yours, dark with intensity. “Are you sure?” he asks again, his voice strained. You can tell he's using the last bit of control right now to give you a way out. To make sure this is what you really want.

It is.

You nod, your heart pounding in your chest so hard you know he can feel it. “Yes,” you whimper.

At your confirmation Virgil leans in slowly, his mouth capturing one of your nipples, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak. You moan, your hands threading through his hair, holding him close. The heat of his mouth, the roughness of his tongue, it's all so overwhelming, so perfect.

He moves over to your other nipple, his mouth worshipping the sensitive peak with the same gentle intensity as before.

You're inconsolable above him, writhing in his arms. "Virgil," you gasp, "Please."

When he pulls back, your nipples are tender and swollen from his attention. He hums softly, his mouth moving to the side of your neck, nipping gently at the sensitive skin. "Tell me, darling," he murmurs against your skin. "What do you need from me? Tell me how to take care of you."

You feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you, followed by desire. You have nothing to lose now but your pleasure so you tell him. "You," you gasp, "I need you."

He pulls back, his eyes dark with hunger. "Yeah? You want me to make love to you?" his voice is low, husky, his hand dropping to palm his hardness. The way he says it makes you keen. You love him.

You nod, biting your lip. "Yes,"

Virgil groans, his mouth crashing down on yours. His lips were hot and hungry, demanding. You melted into his touch, your arms wrapping around his neck to hold him close. His hands slid down to cup your ass, lifting you up with ease.

You gasp, wrapping your legs around his waist to keep yourself from falling. His hardness pressed up against your core through your shorts, making you shiver with pleasure.

His smile is slow, almost predatory as he looks at you through hooded eyes. "As you wish," he murmurs.

He presses a kiss against your jaw, slowly walking you over to his bedroom. He sits down on the bed, letting you slowly slide off until you're standing in front of him, between his legs. Even sitting down he's almost reaching your neck. It makes your head spin.

Virgil looks you over, taking his time. You can see the hunger in his eyes and your breath catches. He sits back for a moment, just looking at you, as if committing every detail to memory. Then he reaches forward, his hands sliding over your hips, pulling you closer.

His hands slide down over your hips, gripping the waistband of your shorts. He looks up at you through his lashes asking for permission. At your nod he's sliding them down to pool at your ankles leaving you in your panties.

He scoots back, his eyes drinking you in, every inch of you, and you can feel your blush spread up over your face. “Fuck baby,” he whispers, biting his bottom lip so hard, he's surprise there's no blood.

You shiver under his intense gaze, your hands coming up to cover yourself. He shakes his head, his hands coming up to pull your arms down. “Don’t hide from me, my love,” he murmurs, his hand sliding over your hip. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

He leans forward, pressing a kiss on your tummy as his hands move up to grope your ass. He looks up at you again, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “You gonna be my good girl tonight?”

You nod eagerly, your pussy clenching at the promise in his voice. “Yes, Virg” He hums happily at your words, his fingers digging into your hips.

“Good, I’m going to take good care of you,” he purrs, pulling you into his lap. Your legs are on either side of him, his hard cock pressing up against you. You can feel his heat radiating from him and it feels like you’re melting.

His lips press against your neck, his hot breath washing over you, making you whimper. “Virgil,” you moan out, your hips rolling against him. “please.” You're not even sure what you're asking for at this point. But he does.

His laugh is low and husky, his hands moving up to cup your breasts. His fingers pinch your nipples, and you cry out, your eyes falling shut. “Fuck, you’re sensitive,” he purrs, doing it again.

You can feel your pussy growing wetter by the second, the wet spot on your panties growing bigger. You're so lost in the pleasure he's giving you, that you barely feel him move you both further into the bed.

His back is pressed against the headboard, his legs splayed open. You're still in his lap, your back pressed against his chest. His lips are pressed against your neck, his breath hot on your skin. “Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this,” he murmurs, nipping at your skin. “You're all mine now.”

You nod eagerly, leaning into his touch. “I'm yours.” His arms wrap around you, holding you tight.

“Mine,” he repeats, as his hands move down between your legs. You feel his fingers slide under the edge of your panties and you can't help but arch into his touch. His hand is hot against your skin and you can't help the shiver that runs down your spine. “You're so warm,” he purrs, his fingers sliding through your folds, searching out your clit. “So fucking wet.” When he finds it he rubs it gently and you cry out, my head falling back.

The feeling is unlike anything you've ever felt before. Nothing like the nights you've spent desperately trying to tame this feeling that he's awaken within you since the day you met him.

It's like fireworks are going off inside of you and you can't help but moan, your legs falling open further. “Virg,” you whimper, your hips moving on their own. “more.”

"Shh, I've got you," he whispers, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles. Your hips move of their own accord, seeking more of his touch, more of the pleasure he's giving you.

His mouth trails down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, his hot breath washing over your skin. His teeth nip at your ear and you can't help the cry that falls from your lips. “Good girl,” he purrs. “You're doing so well.”

His fingers move faster, rubbing at your clit in small circles. You can feel yourself growing higher and higher, your whimpers coming quicker. You feel it coming but you can't say anything. All you can is gasp, moan, cry out his name until your lungs give out.

“Come on, baby,” he murmurs. “That's it.” His words send you over the edge and you scream, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm. Your head is pressed back against his shoulder, your eyes clenched shut as he holds you through it.

His fingers continue to rub at your clit, slowly drawing out your orgasm until you can't take it anymore. You're writhing in his arms, your breath coming out in ragged gasps. “Virgil,” you gasp. “Baby, stop, stop, I can't.”

He pulls his hand back, his arms coming up around you to hold you tight. He presses kisses along your jaw, murmuring praise in your ear. You're so spent, all you can do is lay there and let him hold you.

He holds you for a few minutes, slowly rubbing your stomach and hips. He's whispering things in your ear that you can't make out, but they feel nice. They make you feel loved. You're slowly coming back down from your high, your mind clearing. You realize that he's still rock hard behind you.

"Are you okay, love?" he asks softly, his voice full of tenderness.

You nod, unable to form words, your body aching for him. He gently rolls you onto your back, settling between your legs, supporting himself with arms. He kisses you softly, and you squirm beneath him. He's so big. His body pressed against yours, his heat surrounding you. His presence is suffocating, drowning you.

He trails kisses down your collar bone. His hands are roaming your body, massaging and groping you in places that make you moan loudly. He chuckles, nuzzling his face into your chest. "I love how much noise you make when I touch you." he breathes against your skin.

He presses his mouth against your breast, pulling your nipple into his mouth. He sucks gently, making you whimper at the sensitivity.

He lifts his head, grinning at you. "I'm not gonna tease us anymore. Been dying to have a taste."

You frown at his words, confused, but then he moves down your body. And your eyes widen. You immediately snap your thighs shut, stopping him. "Wha-what are you doing?" you ask, blushing. "I-I've never had... you can't..."

Virgil chuckles, running his hand up and down your thigh. "I promise it will feel good," he whispers. You shiver at the feeling of his breath ghosting over your skin. You want him to touch you, you really do. But it's embarrassing. You've never had someone do that before. The thought of him putting his mouth down there...

"I promise, baby," he whispers. "Let me show you."

You nod, relaxing, and slowly spreading your legs apart for him. You're nervous at the idea of him so close to your pussy. What if you stink or something. Or you look weird.

You start to feel really self-consious. You're about to close your legs when he presses a kiss to your thigh, looking up at you.

"Such a pretty pussy, princess," he whispers. "I can't wait to taste you."

He looks so serious and sincere. You feel yourself melting at the way he talks to you. The way he looks at you.

He presses another kiss to your thigh, trailing down towards your center. You moan loudly as he kisses your mound, right above where you want him the most. Your body tenses at the sensation.

"I'm gonna eat you until you're dripping all over my face," he whispers, looking up at you. You whimper loudly, blushing. His words are filthy, but they make your core throb. "And then I'm gonna take what's mine," he growls.

He presses the lightest kiss against your clit. You gasp, your head falling back against the pillow. "Oh my god..." you moan. "Virgil..."

His tongue darts out, licking your clit. He moans at the taste of you, looking up at you. "Fucking delicious," he groans, before diving in again. He laps at your clit, his tongue flicking back and forth. He's slow and gentle, but it doesn't matter.

"Virgil," you moan, grabbing at his hair. unable to believe what is happening. It feels incredible.

"Love hearing you moan my name," he rasps against your clit, sending shocks through your body. Your thighs tremble. Your eyes roll back in your head, your body arching. "you like that, baby," he demands, sucking on your clit. "You like me eating your pussy." he groans, his tongue darting out to lick your folds.

You cry out, your thighs squeezing around his head. Your nails dig into his pillows, and he moans, pushing deeper. You're so wet. You can feel your juices coating your inner thighs, and you know it's all over him. You can feel him grunting against your center.

He pulls back, looking at you with a grin. Your juices glisten on his lips and chin. His face is flushed, his eyes dark. His fingers replace his tongue on your clit. Your muscles twitch. You feel your orgasm building.

He doesn't break eye contact as he slowly slips a finger inside you, curling it upwards. Your eyes fly wide open at the sensation, a loud gasp. Your legs snap shut around his hand. "Fuck!" you cry out.

He pulls away, looking up at you with a grin. "I know. Feels good, doesn't it? Just wait till it's my cock." he promises. He slips another finger in, and you moan loudly. You're so wet he just slides right in. He groans at the sight of your tight hungry little hole swallowing his big fingers. Your body feels like it's going to explode.

You feel so full.

He crooks his fingers, hitting a spot inside of you. You cry out, your back arching. What the fuck! "Oh fuck! That feels so good," you moan. Your fingers curl into the sheets, and your legs wrap around him. He leans over you, his wrapping around your clit, sucking.

"Gonna make you cum for me," he whispers. Your thighs shake around him. You feel your orgasm build, your core tightening around his fingers. "That's it, baby. Cum on my fingers," he growls. You're so sensitive that you can feel every twitch of his fingers.

"Vi-Virgil, I'm...I'm gonna cum," you gasp out. Your words come out slurred. You're drunk on the pleasure. Your eyes are clenched shut, your body shivering. Shaking.

"That's my good girl," he croons. His voice sends waves through your body. "cum for me, darling," he demands, his fingers picking up speed.

You can't take it.

Your body shivers, and you cry out. Your thighs squeeze around him. Your toes curl. Your nails dig into his pillows. His fingers don't stop. You can't stop. It's too much.

Your orgasm hits you hard. It's so powerful that you're left gasping for air. Your body trembles. Your pussy clamps down on his fingers, milking them. Your orgasm continues on and on, his fingers keeping the pleasure going.

He slowly eases up, until you stop shacking. He pulls them out slowly, sucking them clean. You can't help but blush at his crude actions.

Virgil crawls over you, kissing you hungrily. Your juices are all over his mouth. You taste yourself on his tongue. You moan at the flavor. He was right. You do taste delicious. He breaks away, smiling.

"Taste good, right?" You nod, still dazed from the orgasm. "Hey, you still with me?" You nod again. "Words baby, I need words." You take a deep breath, trying to catch your breath.

"Y-yes. I'm okay." You smile at him. He thinks he falls in love with you again. You look beautiful, laying here under him. Hair messy, eyes glazed over. In his bed. You're his. All his.

"That's my girl." He smiles back at you, pulling you into another kiss.

This kiss is different. It's loving, passionate. His lips dance with yours. Your tongues meet. You feel your heart race as he kisses you. He pulls away, looking down at you. He strokes your hair, then moves to cup your cheek. He looks at you like you're the only girl in the world.

"Are you sure you want to keep going, sweetheart?" He looks at you, worried. He doesn't want you to regret anything. "If you want to stop. No rush, no pressure. Just us.” He looks at you, his eyes full of love for you.

You nod at him before you remember his words from earlier. "I'm sure." You look at him, your eyes shining with unshed tears. You can't believe you're about to do this. About to give yourself to the love of your life. You've never wanted anything more. So you tell him. "I want this, I want you."

His eyes are soft as he scans your face, looking for even the smallest inckling of doubt. When he finds none He kisses you again, then he sits up. You suddenly become very aware of everything.

He's still dressed. You're laying here, completely naked. You feel yourself become self conscious again at the sight of him in his clothes. You're so exposed. So vulnerable.

You move to cover yourself, but he stops you, gently yanking the sheets from your hands. "No. I love looking at you." His cock is so hard at this point, it's painful. He wants you so bad. Wants to bury his cock in you and make you his forever.

He lays you down gently, his hands tracing over your skin as he stands up off the bed. You look up at him through your lashes, your mouth dry.

Virgil's fingers slowly undo the drawstrings of his grey sweats, the sound of fabric rustling echoing through the now quiet room. You watch, transfixed as he slowly pulls them off along with his boxers and socks.

The sight of his cock takes your breath away. It's huge and heavy, long and thick. You can see how much it aches. The tip is red and angry, precum dripping from it. You swallow, a little scared. How is he supposed to fit? There's no way.

He sees the look of fear on your face. He can guess what you're thinking. "We'll go slow." He says, crawling back into the bed next to you. You look at his cock again. "It'll fit, I promise." He reassures you, stroking your cheek. "Just relax, let me take care of you. Trust me?" He looks at you, his eyes full of love and lust.

You nod without hesitation. You trust him with your entire life.

You watch in wonder as he grabs a condom from his nightstand. You don't have time to question it, too eager to have him on you.

He gives himself a couple strokes, groaning loudly at the feeling of finally having some kind of stimulation, before he rolls it onto his cock. The way it stretches to fit his girth is almost comical. It looks almost too small for him.

You look back up at him, your eyes wide, wet. He leans over you, bracing his weight on his forearms. He looks down at you, smiling softly.

"Are you ready, sweetheart?" He looks at you, voice husky and low, filled with the promise of sex, of pleasure, of release. You falter as your gaze catches his cock once again. "Hey, look at me." He cups your cheek, bringing your attention back up. You look up at him, your eyes wide. "Do you want to stop?"

"No." You shake your head. You can do this. For you. For him.

"Then relax." You take a deep breath and nod. He leans in to press his forehead to yours. "Breathe with me." You do as he says, breathing in sync with him. His cock is hot against your thigh. He reaches down to grip it, slowly moving it to your slit. His cockhead nudges at your entrance. You gasp at the feel of it, it's so big.

"Hey. It's okay." He looks down at you, concerned. "Don't look. Just keep your eyes on me. Yeah?" He looks at you, waiting for you to nod. You do.

You watch as his eyes look down at where he's poised at your entrance. He's beautiful above you. Brows furrowed in concentration. Lips parted as he pants. Sweat glistens on his skin, muscles straining as he holds himself up. You feel your pussy grow wetter at the sight.

Your juices are all over him. He moves down slightly, to where his cockhead is notched just inside you. Your muscles clench around him, trying to push him out. He lets out a guttural groan.

"Fuck, baby. You gotta relax, you're clenching too hard." He pulls back a little, watching you squirm underneath him. His eyes flick up to yours, checking on you. "You're doing great." He looks down at where they're joined, his eyes almost black with lust. "I'm gonna go slow, okay?"

You nod, trying to relax.

"Good girl." He looks back up at you, smiling. You can feel him push the head of his cock against you, until your walls finally give in, welcoming him inside. The stretch burns. He stops after the tip is inside, giving you a chance to adjust.

You gasp at the feeling. It's so different than his fingers. It's so uncomfortable, but there's also a spark of pleasure you can't ignore. He's so big. You try to breathe through it.

His lips are slightly parted as he pants through the effort of holding still. The muscles in his arms and chest ripple. You can tell he's fighting the urge to thrust into you.

He pushes forward the barest inch. He pauses, looking down at where he's inside you, then back up at your face. Your eyes are wide with shock at the feel of him. He moves a little farther in, then stops again. "You okay?" He looks at you, watching your face. You nod, gasping. He nods too.

Your hands come up to grab his shoulders, gripping them. Your nails dig into him slightly. He likes that, a low rumble of approval coming from his chest. He moves a little bit more inside, giving you time to adjust each time.

Finally, he's seated fully inside you. You can feel his balls against you, his hips flush against yours. He groans, dropping his forehead into the crook of your neck. "Fuck, you're so tight."

Your hands slide up his arms, wrapping around his neck for support. You can feel your pussy clench around him, protesting the intruder. He gasps, holding you closer. "Oh fuck, baby." You clench again, and he groans, his hips twitching against yours. You watch him writhe above you. "You're going to make me come if you don't stop."

He looks down at where he's seated inside you. Your pussy is stretched around him. Your pussy is stretched around his cock, your muscles straining to accommodate him. So pink, so wet. He groans, moving his hips slowly, drawing out, then pushing back in.

"Virgil!" You cry out his name tears wetting your cheeks, gasping as your hips buck against his. Your nails dig into his back, making him wince.

"Shh, you're doing so good for me princess." He nuzzles into your neck, voice hoarse. His cock slides in and out of you slowly. "Does it feel good?" He asks concerned, his movements stuttering.

He's fighting to keep himself from cumming. It's been so long. Two years to be exact and the feeling of your tight, warm, wet pussy suffocating his cock is not helping.

You nod frantically, unable to speak. It feels so good. Better than you ever thought it could. You're so full. You can feel him stretching you open, the head of his cock rubbing your walls. His hips move against yours, the friction making you pant and squirm. He's so big, the stretch makes every drag of his cock inside you feel amazing.

Just then, he hits a spot inside you that makes your brain turn into mush.

He feels you clench around him, and groans loudly. "Right there? Yeah? Oh fuck, you're so good for me." He's taunting you, mocking your pleasure. And you let him, because he's making you feel so fucking good, you can't think.

He picks up the pace of his thrusts, hitting your G-spot each time. You whine and squirm underneath him, legs coming up to wrap around his waist, trying to take more of him. Your hands grab at his hair, tugging at it lightly.

His lips press kisses against your neck, sucking a bruise into your skin. You cry out his name as he drags his teeth against it. "You feel so good, princess." He whispers against your skin. "You're such a good girl for taking all of my cock." He groans as he thrusts into you. "You're so tight and wet for me, aren't you? Fuck, I could die in this pussy, Y/N."

The praise sets off a spark inside you. You arch against him, moaning. He groans, his hips snapping against yours. "You like that? You like when I praise you for taking my cock?" You nod, whimpering as he hits your g-spot again. "Say it. Say you like it." His voice is rough, breath coming in pants. His hips keep moving against yours. "Tell me you like taking that cock in that tight little virgin pussy."

"Yes. I like it." Your voice is barely audible, a whisper. You're too busy panting and moaning to speak clearly. But he hears you. Loud and clear. "Please. Make me cum." You beg, legs tightening around his waist. You're so close.

He groans, his hips moving faster. His thrusts become more powerful, more erratic. You can tell he's close too. "Please." You whine, needing more. Something. Anything.

"Fuck, Y/N. Come for me my love. Give it to me." He pants. He grinds into you, his cock rubbing against your clit, giving you the friction you need. He feels you clench around him, and groans loudly.

"Oh my god! Virgil!" You cry out as your pussy spasms around him. Your vision goes dark, pleasure overwhelming your senses.

His movements become more erratic, losing his control. His hips snap against you harder, faster, the slapping of your bodies ringing through the room. The bed creaks underneath you. He's fucking you harder now, chasing his orgasm.

"Fuck, can't get enough of you." He gasps. His cock twitches inside you, and you feel his warmth spurt inside you. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming." His hips stutter against yours as he fills the condom with cum.

You can feel his cock pulse inside you, emptying itself. "Take it all, princess." He grunts. "You're so good for me. Such a good girl." He's slurring his words now, completely drunk off you.

He collapses against you, breathing heavily. You both lay there, sweaty and exhausted. His cock is still inside you, twitching occasionally as it drains itself inside the condom.

He stays inside you until his cock finally softens, slipping free from you. You wince as he pulls out, collapsing onto the bed beside you. Your poor pussy sore, throbbing.

You lay there, staring at the ceiling. Your breathing slowly coming back to normal. He moves his head onto your shoulder. "Did I hurt you?" You shake your head. "Good." His lips press a kiss against your skin. His hand reaches down to cup your pussy. "This belongs to me now."

His words send shivers through you. You look at him, but he's looking at your pussy. Watching as it gapes, clenching around nothing, desperatly trying to close back up after his cock carved out a space for him. His pussy now.

He smirks at the thought, his fingers rubbing gentle circles on you sore clit.

It's not long before the feeling of the condom starts irritating him, causing him to get up to remove it. As he slides out of bed, he glances back at you, lying there with your chest rising and falling in the aftermath of your passion. Your eyes flutter open, a soft, tired smile playing on your lips.

"Just a second," he murmurs, his voice tender, and you nod watching him disappear into the bathroom.

Your body felt different—sensitive, tingling, and utterly new.

Now, in the quiet aftermath, as you wait for him to come back, the gravity of what you just did hits you. You just had sex. With Virgil, your boyfriend.

This realization fills you with excitement, and you can't help but let out a little squeal of happiness.

He hears you. In the quiet of the bathroom. And his swells at the sound of your joy, knowing that he has brought you such happiness. He discards the condom and starts the bath. The sound of water running fills the room, giving time to reflect.

His thoughts linger on you the whole time—the way you trembled in his arms, the soft sounds of your pleasure, and the trust in your eyes.

He's the luckiest man in the world to be your first. And in that dimly lit bathroom of his, he promises that he'll be your last.

When he returns to the bedroom, he finds you sitting up, the sheet wrapped modestly around you. Your cheeks are still flushed, and there's a shy, expectant look in her eyes. He sits beside her, his movements careful and deliberate, "Hi there," he says softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

"Hi." You're shy now, hiding your face in the sheets surrounding you, and he can't help but feel a surge of love for you in that moment.

He chuckles, prying the sheet away gently to reveal your blushing face. "No need to be shy," he whispers, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "How are you feeling?" he asks softly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort.

"A little sore," You admit, voice barely above a whisper. "But... good. Really good."

He smiles, relief washing over his features. "I'm glad," he replies, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on your shoulder. "I ran a bath for us," he continues, his voice gentle and full of care. "Thought it might help you relax."

You nod, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at his thoughtfulness. "That sounds nice," you say, allowing him to drag you to the edge of the bed. The sheet slips away, and for a moment, you feel exposed, but his steady, adoring gaze makes you feel safe.

Getting off the bed, he extends his arms towards you. In one fell swoop , he lifts you up and carries your naked body to the bathroom, where a warm bath awaits to soothe your aching muscles.

Her legs are a little unsteady when he sets you down, but he holds you close, guiding you to the bath.

The tub is nearly full, steam rising in gentle curls. He tests the water with his fingers, making sure it's just the right temperature.

He then helps you ease into the bath, his hands never leaving your sides until you're comfortably seated in the warm water. The heat wraps around you like a comforting blanket, and you let out a sigh of relief as the tension starts to melt away.

Virgil watches you for a moment, a small smile playing on his lips. He kneels beside the tub, his fingers trailing lazily through the water. "Feeling good?" he smirks , his eyes twinkling with amusement at your relaxed expression.

You nod shyly at him brutying yourself deeper into the bath, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks at his close proximity. "Thank you," you murmur softly, grateful for him, reaching out to touch his hand. His smile widens at your actions. You're so cute.

You look up at him, your eyes reflecting the gentle glow of the bathroom lights. His fingers intertwine with yours, and for a moment, the two of you just sit there, basking in the intimacy of the moment.

Eventually, he stands up, reluctantly breaking the connection. "I’ll be right back," he promises, disappearing into the other room for a moment. You watch his cute naked butt walk away, giggling to yourself.

When he returns, he’s holding a cup of ice cold water, a loving smile on his face. "Thought you might be thirsty," he says, offering you the glass. You take it gratefully, the cool water a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the bath.

"Thank you," you say again, taking small sips and savoring the coldness. Virgil sits on the edge of the cold tub, his eyes never leaving you. The tenderness in his gaze makes your heart swell.

As you finish the water, he gently takes the glass from your hand and sets it aside. "You look so beautiful," he murmurs, reaching out to brush a damp strand of hair from your forehead. You lean into his touch, feeling a sense of peace wash over you.

"Come join me," you say impulsively, your eyes sparkling with a newfound boldness. He raises an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

"Are you sure?" he asks, his voice low and teasing. You nod, your heart pounding with excitement. Without another word, he stands and quickly steps into the tub behind you, the water sloshing gently as he settles in.

You lean back against his chest, feeling his strong arms wrap around you.

For a while, neither of you speak, content to simply be in each other's presence. His hands move in slow, soothing circles on your shoulders, gently massaging

Eventually, he breaks the silence. "So, how was it?" he asks softly, his breath warm against your ear.

"Perfect," you reply, turning your head to kiss his jaw.

His heart swells with pride at your words. Proud to have made your first experience good. "Good." he murmurs, his voice a soft rumble against your skin. He tightens his embrace, snuggling you closer.

It's silent again then you speak, saying the thing that's been on your mind since he left to get you the water. "D-did you enjoy it?." You ask, voice timid, shy. His hands still for a moment, and you panic. "I know you're probably used to this kind of stuff," you continue, trying to keep your voice steady, "I just... I hope it was special for you too."

He turns you gently to face him, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that takes your breath away. "Y/N. It was more than special," he says, his voice firm, sincere. Reprimanding you from talking the love of his life down. "It was everything, because it was with you."

Your eyes well up with tears at his words, and you can't help but lean in to kiss him. The kiss is soft, slow, filled with the unspoken promise of a love that will continue to grow and deepen. When you finally pull away, his forehead rests against yours, and you both take a moment to just breathe each other in.

Virgil's hand moves to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away a treacherous tear that had escaped. "I promised to take care of you remember. I intend to keep that promise forever. Okay?"

You nod, a soft smile gracing your lips as you lean into his touch. "Okay," you whisper, feeling the weight of his words settle comfortably in your heart.

The bathwater cools slowly, but neither of you are in a hurry to leave. You stay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, madly in love.

-Bianca🌻

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