Aurelien Tchouamni X Reader

srngrque

11 months ago

im just a girl.

aurélien tchouaméni x fem!reader. Fluff. when you are just a girl and he is aurélien tchouaméni, things like this will happen.

It is your sixth week as Aurélien's PR assistant, and you sat down on your rolling chair turning yourself round and round in your small cabinet, thinking and reflecting on all those nights you worked your ass off for your resume, going to endless interviews, just trying to hold onto one strong point as your feet ached to run to your manager and throw your resignation letter.

Aurélien was almost insufferable, he was one step away from giving you a heart attack. Every time your phone pinged in high-pitch, your heart would beat faster on what kind of mess he had created for you to clean.

Not that he does much around but when he does, it is a war out there for you. His spectrum fascinates you, the range goes from simple thirst traps in his Instagram stories to disclosing his actual secret campaign he did with Calvin Klein.

Yet he kept yapping and opening his mouth about the campaign again after you cleaned up his mess in his Instagram live, you almost cried out blood as your manager invested their entire being on screaming at you when your manager could handle Aurélien.

You held onto the handle of the gym door, your lips tight with a smile. Mentally preparing for a brief talk about his unprofessionalism or a hideous murder that was about to take place; his or yours, time would tell. You swung the door open just for you to shut it, your whole back pressed against the door.

This guy is almost naked, with his shorts hanging onto his waist for dear life, and a towel around his neck to clean his dripping sweat. Now, you are annoyed with him yes, of course since it is your work; but you are just a girl. The image of his heavy breathing, his tight core, and his thick thighs were not to be blamed, and nor was it leaving your mind, it never leaves your mind.

Before you pulled yourself up, the door was yanked open for you to squeal as you almost tripped but a gentle hand held onto your waist catching you before you fell.

Your eyes wide open, falling straight to the man who had awoken your need to fuck a priest, or just, well anyone out there. The glistening swear still sliding down his forehead, the hot heat of his determination in the gym greeted you.

"Princess, I would never let you fall." Aurélien's voice filled with amusement. You pulled yourself away from his grip entering the gym without a word shared. You put your laptop and your name tag down on the desk neatly sitting on the spare chair in the gymroom.

"Thank you, but I would rather not call you a prince charming right now." You mumbled for him to hear as he grinned showing off his teeth. You shut your eyes with your head facing down, "You make me want to kill myself." You confessed, shaking your head continuously. He chuckled at your defeat.

Walking toward you, he pulled an extra chair that was next to you; turning around to straddle the chair, Aurélien leaned in closer to see your face. You glanced up to see him already staring at your lifeless face.

The silence was painful, it was not those playful silence where you would playfully glare at the man and ask him to clear up his shit, and he would playfully claim that you would do the job for him.

"It can not be that bad. What did I do?" He nervously chuckled this time, he shrugged his shoulder in confusion. Aurélien had not seen you this tired of his shit, or in a very long time. You sighed, reaching for your laptop as you searched for Twitter.

Whipping the laptop toward Aurélien, you cross your arms as you see his focused face which includes a soft pout formed with his thick lips in concentration and furrowed eyebrows coming together and it only took you a few seconds to think. To reach for his face, or to take the risk of leaning as forward as you possibly can.

Aurélien seems like a such a good k-

"Okay, so I fucked up." He nervously chuckled, again realizing he did fuck up pretty bad for you.

Back to business, business, business.

You snatched your laptop away from his grip to put on the table, turning your body away to find the anger in you, your mind only comprehending just how easily he could bend you over the table, or bend the table; you would not mind any show.

Back to business, business, business.

"This isn't the first time, Aurélien. I had to make you pull out that Andrew Garfield stunt he did for the last Spiderman movie just for you to fuck me over." You expressed your anger with your fingers forcefully pushing his chest. Aurélien sat in silence, hearing you complain and complain about his reputation with the brand; but your words inaudible for the man.

His eyes were very much consumed with the way your lips would touch at certain words, and how his fingers would feel against your tongue, your hot tongue rolling around his fingers like a lollipop.

"I do not even watch Spiderman." He whispered but you bored your eyes at him quickly catching his eyes on your lips. You glanced around the room, not uncomfortable but you just didn't know how much patience you had before you launched yourself at him fully.

"I was not even talking about that, Aurélien. The whole Calvin Klein campaign is a secret, you were not supposed to mention it again in your fucking Instagram." You stood up from the chair, throwing your hand up in frustration, not wanting to look at him for another minute; to keep the job.

The whole situation is absurd, you were fully clothed while he was almost naked. The situation would most likely look crazy for an outsider but this is the form of conversation you have with Aurélien at all times.

You with your full attire while Aurélien with his gym shorts.

"You know, I do not know what game we play with each other." He said, taking you back as you gasped at the closeness with his hot chest hitting your back. Turning around, your eyes leaned up to see Aurélien had his eyes fixated on you.

It was not those mischievous eyes he would give this time. It was hazy nor did he lean down to look at you, he kept his posture composed for you to force yourself to look up.

"This is the game where I tell you about your fuck ups." You mumbled, trying to push Aurélien away but it only invited him to cup your wrist. "Let go, Aurélien." You said firmly, your eyes nervously glancing at the door of the gym. It is a free space anyone would walk in at any given time.

He shook his head. You took a few steps back as it hit the gym mirror. It was a complete defeat from your side, all that self-control aching to be released.

"Do you remember what I asked you last time as well?" He softly asked, his hot breath hitting the shell of your ears, you flinched away.

Why do you act like you don't want me the way I want you?

You cleared your throat, trying to loosen away from his tight grip. "Because it is that simple, I do not want you." You smiled tightly.

Aurélien chuckled, his boyish grin on his face; he shook his head, denying your words. "Stop lying to me. I might be shit at reading the room about anything but you," He said with his same shit-eating grin, "You are too easy to read."

Sighing, you gave up; sliding down on the gym floor with your legs pressed against your chest and your wrist still strongly gripped by Aurélien. He arched down to match your eye level and with his hand, he separated your thighs to create a room for himself.

"What do you want me to do?" You asked, tilting your head to the side; asking Aurélien with your body wanting his heat against yours.

He cupped your cheeks, and with no words said, he leaned in. You slowly closed your eyes to finally feel him but his lips never reached yours, only to hear the same annoying chuckle that had been getting on your nerves today.

You glared at him, making a joke out of you. You tried to remove his hand away from your face. Aurélien cupped your cheeks harder, "Baby, I want you to want me like how badly I want you." He said, his hand lowering down to your shirt to feel your naked skin, his fingers drawing random patterns against your skin as he reached your bra strap unhooking the button.

"Can you do that for me?" He asked.

You nodded your head. Yes, yes you could.

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jnmrvc

11 months ago

One Of Those Things Aurlien Isn't Ready To Let You Go.

one of those things ────── aurélien isn't ready to let you go.

♡ ────── pairing : aurélien tchouaméni x reader ♡ ────── tags : reader's gender, ethnicity, nationality, and appearance is not specified, but they are described to be smaller than aurel. no smut but aurel is very touchy here... viewer's discretion is advised. kiiiiinda toxic idk they're exes and also drunk. aurel is sorta an asshole but idc he's so hot omfgggg sorry he is JEALOUS. important to mention that he's a bit forceful here but reader (& me) lowkey likes it... NOT proofread!!! it's a bit messy sorry ♡ ────── wordcount : 1,431 ♡ ────── notes : i am blushing as i write this. there is no plot to this, it's literally just banters. the stranger can be whoever you want but i am imagining trent from lfc omggg hes so fine. i GOTTA stop talking so much on the tags. not based on cowboy like my by taylor swift, but i was listening to it the whole time i was writing this ♡ masterlist.

“Stop looking at him.”

Aurélien has his lips hovering against the side of your neck, glowering at the general direction of the bar, like he was a wolf trying to protect his slaughtered prey.

“I’ll look at whoever I want,” you roll your eyes, hands gripping his arms—much bigger, much stronger—that are wrapped around your waist, trying to pry him off you. He has refused to let go of you ever since his drunken gaze spied you on the bar, biting your lips as you tug on the sleeve of a stranger of a man you’ve met only tonight.

You were flirting with him, because obviously you were.

It’s a club. It’s 1 A.M. And you are single.

Why wouldn’t you flirt with the next piece of hot ass you see?

“Come on,” Aurélien whispers, focusing all his hazy attention on you. “Should I go over and talk to him? S’that what you want? What do you think, baby?”

The fun banters were cut short when you felt an all too familiar farm wrapped around your waist, whisking you away.

And before you know it, you are settled on your ex’s lap, thirty feet away from the stranger on the bar, somewhere between his footballer friends, too busy with themselves and too accustomed with Aurélien’s antics to pay you any spare attention.

“I think,” you keep your eye contact with the man in the bar, fingers trying to slip between Aurélien’s hand, “you’re drunk. And stupid.”

“Drunk?” he chuckles, fully burying his face into your neck, an enticing feeling that you haven’t felt in a while, as he breathes in your scent. “Maybe.”

You shift on his lap, knees aching to get up, but he holds you down.

“But I’m not stupid, baby—”

“Don’t call me ‘baby’.”

“—don’t call me stupid.”

“Don’t call me ‘baby’,” you repeat, leaning away from his head, trying to push his face away from the tender skin of your neck. Ex-lovers definitely shouldn’t be all over each other like this. “We’re over, Aurélien. Remember?”

“Remember?” He chuckles, still keeping his chin on your shoulder despite your eagerness to get away. “Ouch.”

“Get used to it.”

You glance back at the bar as Aurélien’s fingers find their way to the hem of your shirt, ungodly intention laced in every stretch of his muscles before your shaky hand stops him, somewhat affected by the couple of shots the stranger had bought you too.

“Fine,” he murmurs, pouting, as though you will melt for that age-old trick. “I’ll apologise for calling you ‘baby’, and then we’ll go home and have some fun.”

You scrunch your nose at his offer, turn to glare at him, only to meet his lazy grin.

“I’m not—”

You breathe in a deep sigh, and you can feel his jaw clench.

“—If I’m going home with anyone tonight, it won’t be you.”

“Why not?” He whines, pulling you in even closer, if possible, and you bite your lips as your ass rubs against his crotch, the friction causing you to shut your eyes as the blood rushes away from your brain.

The night just gets more hazy.

And seeing you distracted, Aurélien steals the moment to continue his way under your shirt, his fingers digging deep into the side of your torso.

“Aurélien,” your murmur, your voice drawing out to a drawl. You almost forgot about the stranger in the bar—when you look back at him for a short second, he is holding a glass of shots against his lips, a smirk etched on his lips like he’s enjoying the show Aurélien is putting on for him.

Aurélien grits his teeth, grazing them against your neck when he notices that your attention is centred on the guy more than on him. “Answer me.”

You huff, gripping his wrist over your shirt. “Because we’re over. We broke up.”

An irritated sigh escapes his lips, somehow returning his lips on your neck, nipping softly on the skin. “You’re being stubborn.”

“I’m being stubborn?”

“Come on,” he pretends that he isn’t in denial. “I’ll take you home and I’ll fix whatever was wrong with us, yeah?”

His hand continues to knead on your flesh, lips moving up your neck, to your jaw, to nip on your earlobes.

“That’s not,” your grip on his wrist tightened, “how it works.”

“Of course it is,” he whispers, pulling you back. “That’s exactly how it works. We’ll talk, just you and me, back at my place.”

You shake your head, one hand on the velvet couch beneath you two, to find leverage as your feet find the floor—a sad attempt of getting up. “I want nothing to do with you.”

“You sure about that?” His hand leaves your shirt, and finds itself gripping your thigh to pull you back down. He sounds inviting, and you almost fell for the alluring tone of his words. “Don’t make me prove you wrong.”

You slant your eyes. “Don’t be a dick.”

Aurélien laughs, seeming to enjoy riling you up, like he wants to see you break.

“Or what?” He cups the side of your hips, rocking you, his fingers drawing aimless patterns against the fabric of your jeans. “You gonna do something about it? Gonna punish me, baby?”

You grit your teeth, drawing in a sharp breath, a hot sensation stirring in your chest—a mixture of exhilaration, and annoyance, and interest, and anger.

You can backtrack. You can forget about your break up, and go home with him, and let the alcohol take over the night. But your ego is higher than whatever pedestal Aurélien has decided to put you on.

And you? Well, you are just not the type of person to get back together after a break up.

It’s pathetic. It’s embarrassing.

Aurélien tilts his head at the way your bottom lip juts and pouts as you rake your brain for some sort of response. He can’t help pushing you over the edge—that feeling of dominance over your feeble resolve, having you on his lap, small and bothered; he loves it.

And he loves you. He is pretty sure that he does. And he’s pretty sure that you would come running back to him if he just pushes the right button.

“Cat got your tongue, huh?” He kisses your cheek, and you don’t miss the way his eyes dart towards the bar for a second. “I’m tryna talk to you, baby. I can’t have you go home with ‘nother man, now can I?”

“Fuck,” you jolt when you feel him dig even further into your hip, “I’m fuckin’ sick of you, Aurélien.”

He chuckles. “Say it again.”

You scoff, throwing your gaze away, trying to distract yourself with the arbitrary coloured lights on the dancefloor. “You got a sick kink?”

“I do,” Aurélien laughs, fond of the way you are feisty, of the way you hold back out of pride. “Only for you, though.”

It’s what he likes about you, he guesses, you keep it interesting for him.

“Say you want me back,” he coaxes, his breath hot against your neck, lips just inches away from the one spot he had been lapping on all night. He would love to see you tomorrow morning—he just knows that his bite marks will develop into pretty bruises tomorrow, and the thought latches his teeth on the skin above your collarbone. “I know you want me, baby.”

“You’re dreaming,” you sneer, though it leaves your mouth more like a whine. He raises an eyebrow. “M’gonna say this—last time I’ll ever say it. We broke up.”

Aurélien groans, shutting his eyes, annoyed. “You’re so difficult.”

His large palm rubs against you, returning once more to the warm skin under your shirt, nails lightly scratching on it.

“You’re not protesting against me, though,” he points out. “You still love me, dontcha?”

You bite your lips, and it takes two seconds too long to answer him. “No.”

The way you whine, the way you shift—deliberately or not—on his lap. Aurélien murmurs, “You’re a shitty liar.”

“Fuck off.”

“Ohh, that’s not the language that a pretty baby should use,” his drunken slurs scold. You feel annoyed—and helpless—just listening to him. “Shouldn’t you mind your manners, considering you’re sitting on my lap?”

“Well,” you swallow, turning to look back at him. “Maybe you should consider letting me go.”

“And let you go back to him?” Aurélien shoots another murderous look at the bar. “No. Besides, I’m not done with you.”

You sigh, biting your lips, and a small smirk sprouts on his lips. You’re in for a long, long night.

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jnmrvc

10 months ago

-> skin | aurelién tchouameni |

genre: smut + no plot | minors dni 18+ only

warnings: alcohol, unprotected sex, possessive tendencies, choking

baby strip down for me, go on take 'em off, don’t worry baby, i’mma meet you half way, cause I know you wanna see me

You were only two steps inside his foyer before his hand found the back of your neck as his lips met yours. Without a doubt, you loved coming home to Aurelien. You fell to pieces under his touch. You were always left wanting more of him and his recent time away from home was the longest week of your life. You had never been so obsessed with a man, let alone a man was equally obsessed with you.

Aurelien walked you backwards and your back hit the closed front door with a soft thud, his mouth trailing down your neck to your cleavage. You arched your back, opening yourself up to his touch - a silent indicator that you wanted him to explore you more.

“Aurelien,” You breathed out as he began sucking the top of your breast.

“Yes, bebe?” He muttered against your skin before continuing his exploration of your chest with his tongue. [baby]

“God I’ve been waiting all night for this - ugh, these heels.” You moaned and complained simultaneously.

Aurelien pulled away from your body and crouched down to pull the strappy designer heels off each foot, tossing them to the side while you reveled in the relief of being barefoot. His back muscles were illuminated under the warm light of the foyer. You could hear his TV in the background and you wondered if he had been waiting for you despite how tired he must have been from traveling. It was easily nearing midnight and though that wasn’t late for many people, it was late for Aurelien. He pulled you away from the door, picking you up and over his shoulder as if you were light as a feather. His hand gripped your thigh, his fingertips mere inches from to your core. You didn’t protest as he carried you into the living and set you down on the couch.

“This dress is too small.” Aurelien said as he hovered over you, thumbing the hem of the dress. It was very slutty and that meant you spent most of your night holding it in place. You had a feeling that he would love the dress and you knew it was driving him crazy because he wasn’t able to be attached to you all night. Usually, Aurelien would have loved to be there with you and have his hands on you, showing you off, but his travel schedule messed up your plans.

Instead of being there, he had to watch your social media stories to get glimpses of you. You texted him all night about nothing at all - just tipsy commentary about your evening until you hit the wall of drunkenness. You were practically begging him to fuck you in any way that he wanted. Aurelien loved it.

“By who’s standards ?” You asked with a tilt of your head, knowing that you chose the dress that he would end up taking it off of you. Rarely did Aurelien see you dressed up and you were glad you chose a skimpier option because his eyes were devouring every bit of your exposed skin.

“Mine,” He teased and focused his attention back on your cleavage, placing the most delicate kisses on your skin, “It’s been too long.” He said about the time you spent apart.

Aurelien loved the idea of you being approached by another man because he knew no one was ever going to measure up to him. He loved knowing that his touch was the only one you craved and he especially loved that you wore such a tiny dress, accentuating your ass in the most mouth watering way just for him. Aurelien loved that you thought of him just as much as a he thought about you and he especially loved being able to fuck you or make love to you to prove it.

“Patience is a virtue.” You joked as he bit your skin. You moved to pull off your thong, tossing it to the side to make yourself readily available. If someone would have told you that a blind date would lead to you being with a footballer who worshiped the ground you walked on you would have laughed. The kind of man didn’t exist - until you met Aurelien.

“You know I’d wait forever for you.” He asked as he began to push your dress up to your abdomen.

“I don’t want to wait, I need you inside of me.”You whispered as he slid his finger inside of you. It was as if the one piece of you that only Aurelien could touch suddenly burst into flames, taking over your every nerve. You could hear the wetness of yourself as he pulled his finger and in and out of you, his mouth capturing your own. You moaned into him and he sped up the pace, his strength making your whole body move against his hand.

The first night you hooked up with Aurelien was in the driver's seat of his luxury SUV because you simply couldn’t wait to get home. When you desperately crawled onto his lap in some random, empty, parking lot you were met with the same energy from Aurelien. He held your panties to the side with one hand to keep it out of his way while he pumped multiple fingers in and out of you. You were too stunned to even kiss him, unable to fathom that this was what your blind date had come to. You weren’t sure if you felt embarrassed or empowered - but with time, you recognized that it was sexual freedom from being treated as a princess.. Your gasps were so strong and his mouth was so close to yours while strings of French rolled off his tongue. It was only after you came all over his jeans that you decided he was going to come home with you. If it was for just a night, you would be satisfied. But you were lucky and completely enamored by the fact he wasn’t settling for just a hookup. He wanted you all to himself, all the time.

When he pulled his hands out of you, you got off the couch. Aurelien took your dress off before he started working on sliding off his own clothes. The second his clothes hit the floor you pushed him onto the couch and straddled him. He pulled you close with one arm, groaning as he reached for his dick to rub the tip across your drenched entrance. Once you slowly moved downward on his dick it was game over. You were a mess. Your moans were in cadence with his thrusts and you couldn’t help but tell him how big he felt. You were dizzy with desire and drunk from all the shots you took but you were certain that this was the best sex of your life.

Aurelien grabbed your hips as he thrusted deeply into you, hitting your g-spot with the curve of his dick in the process. You placed your hands on the back of the couch a, gripping it tightly to keep control of yourself. It hurt in the best way. Aurelien’s hand broke free and wrapped around your throat forcing you to tilt your head backwards and arch your back. His hands were large, warm, and sickeningly tight around your throat. Aurelien slowed down and took a breath, admiring how your wetness was all over his dick and thighs. You took the opportunity to grind on him, taking him even deeper inside yourself. He was touching your cervix and you were loving every minute of it.

“Putain.” Aurelien dropped his hand and collapsed into the cushions, his eyes focused on your body as you took control and continued to ride him. You placed your hands on his abdomen to steady yourself and keep your pace, moaning out his praises. [fucking hell]

“You’re so pretty riding me, bebe.” He commented with a lustful gaze. You bit your lip at his expression then tossed your hair to the side and began kissing his neck. You rhythm never faltered and you trailed the sloppiest kisses against his neck - sucking, nibbling, and using your tongue to hit those sweet spots. [baby]

“I missed you, I missed your dick.” You mumbled into his neck and he gripped your ass in response. His grip made you switch from a slow whine on his dick to slowly bouncing on him. .

“Trust me, it missed you too…couldn’t stop thinking of you on the road.” He admitted. You loved how shameless he was about you.

“God, call me next time so I can see how much you miss me.” The idea of him jacking off to you and your voice was mouth watering. The urge to taste him overwhelmed your senses and washed away any coherent sentence you were going to form so you leaned in to kiss him again and Aurelien’s lips were full, soft, and perfect against your own.

“Won’t need to call because you’ll be with me.” He said casually and moved to sit upright. Aurelien stood up,moved from the couch and tugged you to the middle of the floor. He laid you on the plush carpet in his living room, using his tongue to lick from your navel and up to your ear.

“What do you mean?” You asked him and his eyes snapped up to yours mischievously.

“The next match.” Aurelien slid himself inside you again and you gasped at the sudden fullness you felt. His face hovered a few inches above yours and you bit your lip to keep from screaming out. “I got you tickets.” He managed to say as he fucked you.

“Really?” You gasped as the pressure of him inside of you created a prickly feeling throughout your body. You could feel your orgasm building in your chest and you begged him to not stop - to keep going and never, ever stop.

“Fuck, Aurelien.” You inhaled and prepared for the delicious delirium coursing through your body. You grabbed ahold of his biceps as he fucked you in a desperate pace. Your body was falling apart under him and he was trying to hold himself together.

“Fuuuuck.” Aurelien groaned as his climax started. You could feel yourself nearing your own climax and you urged him to be more vocal. “You look so pretty taking all of me.” He praised you and heat flushed your cheeks. He watched himself moving in and out of you, admiring how you were dripping wet around him.

“Give me more Aurelien, don’t stop.” You urged. Aurelien propped himself on his elbows on either side of your head. You wrapped your legs around his abdomen and your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer.

“I’m going to cum,” He said huskily by your ear. You could hear the strain in his voice as he tried to control himself - to keep himself from coming. You were so enthralled by him that you spoke without thinking.

“Don’t pull out.” You begged, your voice gradually turned from a moan into a whimper of pure bliss. Your words activated a deep sense of possessiveness in Aurelien and in his need to please you, all of his rational thoughts disappeared. He buried himself as deep as he possibly could and released himself into you, feeling the twitch of his dick inside you. You moved your arms down from his shoulders to around his rib cage, wanting him to stay inside of you while your own climax hit you.

“Merde.” Aurelien exclaimed as your back arched off the floor as you began to ride the wave of your orgasm. Your eyes squeezed close as your legs shook from the pleasure. [shit]

“Aurel, baby,” You exclaimed, trying to keep your voice low.

“Let it out,” He directed, “Scream for me.”

Your scream drowned out the television and your vision became blinded by the light of pleasure that flooded your body. You panted and let go of Aurelien, relaxing onthe carpet. You tried to calm your breathing but it was nearly impossible to do after such an insane orgasm. You could reason with yourself that it was because of the alcohol in your system but you and Aurelien knew it was because of him. Your closed your eyes and took a deep breath as you fell victim to the drop of adrenaline.

As Aurelien pulled out of you and examined himself, he was shocked to see how much you came all over him. Pride swelled in his chest as he looked at you, sprawled on the floor in front of him, attempting to catch your breath. You gazed at him with hazy eyes and a small smile stretched across your face.

Aurelien leaned back down into you, sliding his tongue into your mouth for a passionate kiss. Every kiss with him felt like he was soaking you in for the last time. His hands trailed down your sides and it sent goosebumps across your skin. He pulled away and stood before reaching out his hand to help you up. You were unsteady on your feet but you made it to the couch and sat down. Aurelien left and came back with a wet towel for you to clean up and an old t-shirt of his for you to put on.

“You got me tickets?” You said and stood to slide the shirt over your head and tugged it down to cover yourself.

“Mhm.” He said huskily as he pulled up his sweats. The sweats sat low on his hips and you were tempted to go for another round with the way his dick was accentuated by the fabric. You stood up on your toes to kiss him and he gladly welcomed you.

“Where will I stay?” You asked.

“With me.” Aurelien answered.

“What am I supposed to do with the rest of my time?”

“You can do what you want, you can shop.” He shrugged.

“Mmm, I’m a saver not a spender.” You admitted.

“Who said you would be spending your own money?” Aurelien asked and your mouth dropped open slightly. You weren’t sure what to say.

“You’re spoiling me.” You teased and you were met with a head shake.

“You haven’t seen spoiled yet,” He grinned, “Just wait.”

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jnmrvc

9 months ago

-> funny seeing you here | aurelien t. | part one

aurelien t. x black!fem!reader

genre: flirty, second chance romance, warnings: noncommittal relationship, liquor, eventual smut 18+ minors dni

summary: aurelien had never forgotten you and when he saw you, he made sure to keep an eye on your for the few days you were there. you? you wanted to figure what the fuck you were feeling for him while enjoying yourself. but isn’t funny how you keep running into him? cause he thinks it is.

-> Funny Seeing You Here | Aurelien T. | Part One

“C'est un putain d'arbitre ridicule, c'était une faute !!” Kim yelled at the referee as he passed by, running to the other side of the basketball court. Kim was never a sit tight and be pretty WAG. She was gorgeous and really loved European basketball. When she met her boyfriend, it only tripled. You pitied any player, referee, or innocent bystander who wound up too close to her while she was yelling.

Kim was more passionate than the coaches considering the way she stomped her feet against the hardwood and screamed at the team to pass the ball to her wide open boyfriend. She could read the game well and it was amusing to sit next to her [That’s fucking ridiculous referee, it was a foul.]

Kim collapsed in her chair dramatically then turned to you for agreement. You didn’t know or even care too much about basketball but it was nice sitting damn near the courtside with unlimited drinks. You enjoyed the vibes and agreed whenever Kim criticized anyone. Her voice was the only one that was logical in her brain and it made for very amusing commentary.

“Must be new, Kimmy.” You said with a shrug, taking your tiny straw into your mouth. The delicious flavor of a lemon drop cocktail was the best part about being at the game. It tasted alcohol free, making it really easy to drink more than you could anticipate. But so far, you felt loose and relaxed. You were only going to be in Madrid for a few days and you knew that one of those days would be spent at a game so you made sure to look your best. You were in your single-but-dating era and you loved the opportunity to meet new men. Even if they weren’t your type, it was nice to have new friends of different varieties. The only type of guys you were truly skeptical of were footballers - due to one and only experience with Aurelien. He didn’t ruin his chances but he didn’t help them either.

“He must need lasik surgery with how blind he’s been acting all night.” She huffed.

She took a sip of her own drink and then abruptly stood again, cheering loudly as her boyfriend got the turnover and pulled up for a 3 point shot and scored. The crowd erupted in applause at his performance and how he just tipped the victory towards the home team.

It was early on in the game when you spotted Aurelien walking in, surrounded by security. The fans immediately started screaming out his name alongside Bellingham’s and Camavinga’s. He waved at them and sat on one of the courtside seats. He was across the court and to the left of you meaning you didn’t have to make much effort to see him and you wondered if he could see you too.

“Half-time is soon, do you want to come with me to say hi to a few people in the suites?” Kim asked but you declined, opting to stay seated and watch the halftime performances and little competitions between fans.

You weren’t familiar with any of the other WAGs and you didn’t have much to contribute to their conversations. It was better to sit alone for a while and enjoy the festivities.

You pulled out your phone to take a photo of your courtside experience: your flawless acrylic set wrapped around your drink and a small view of the court. You tagged the team and the city before getting up to freshen up in the ladies room. Thankfully, with your seats, you had access to a newer bathroom instead of having to wait for the line to open up at the public bathroom near the concession counters.

You knew that he was going to see the post so you weren’t surprised to see his name pop up on your phone.

A.T: wyd here

Y: minding my business

A.T: 😒

A.T: when did you get here?

Y: i’ve been here

You didn’t have much else to say. Truthfully you hadn’t decided if you wanted to see him. Not for lack of chemistry or being attracted to him but because you were unsure of what would happen if you gave yourself up to him. The first time you opened up to him about what you wanted, he said that wasn’t what he was looking for - which was fine. But you had a feeling he was used to girls begging him to act right and to do more. When you didn’t beg he suddenly was more adamant about his feelings for you and not walking away without a fight. He was a very sweet man but he was also right that at the time, there was no need to be settled down. You respected that and went on your way despite the disappointment you felt initially.

By the time you made it back to your seat, about a dozen people replied to your story asking you to go out or meet them for dinner before you left. You were so focused on your phone and responding to everyone, you didn’t notice that Aurelian was walking towards you. He was making it look very casual because so many eyes were on him. He stopped twice for a photo for the team’s photographer and a little boy who happened to be wearing an Aureliens jersey.

When he was a few steps away you met him where he stood and gave him a polite side hug. His smile was heart-warming. As gorgeous as he was, he was also so cute to you. You’d never met a guy who was as stunning yet adorable as Aurelien.

“So you were going to sneak into my city and not say hi?” He teased with a head tilt.

You could hear shouts of fans behind you, asking for an autograph or a photograph. You wanted to keep this conversation short and sweet because you had no desire of being spotted with him and ending up all over social media.

You were a lowkey girl - Aurelien said he liked that about you once before and that hadn’t changed. If anyone wanted updates on you they wouldn’t be able to figure it out via social media, they had to talk to you directly and that’s what you preferred. There was no room for gossip to occur but as you stood there looking at Aurelien, you feared it was going to be too late.

“Hi, Aure.” You giggled and his smile grew wider. He took a moment to take all of you in, from your head to your feet then back up to your face again.

“You’re so pretty, you know what?”

“I’ve been told once or twice,” you shrugged. “How are you?”

“Better now that I know you’re here.” He said smoothly earning a dramatic eye roll from you. “Do you have plans for tomorrow?”

“Not that I know of, I’m staying with Kimmy for the weekend. She may want to go out. Why?”

“Come to the match.” Aurelien said. His eyes flicked behind you to signal to a few boys calling his name to give a few more minutes.

“I don’t know, I’m not a simple fan. I like the finer things, as you can see.” You said motioning towards the luxurious section that you and Kim sat in. Aurelien looked at you and puffed out his cheeks as if he was in disbelief.

“You think I’m going to let you sit wherever?” He laughed in a cocky manner.

“I don’t know what to think Aurelien,” you said honestly. “You never asked me to a match before.”

“That’s going to change. I’ll leave tickets for you under your name.”

“That’s sweet of you but what if I wanted to say no?” You teased him.

“How many tickets? Two, three?” He ignored your comment to confirm that he was going to get enough for you.

“Three is fine,” you turned to look at the fans who seemed to be growing louder with each passing minute. Their window of opportunity was closing and the last thing you wanted was to stop someone from meeting their favorite player. “Go, I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Don’t forget about me.” He said sidestepping you and walking towards the fans leaning over the stadium seats barrier.

“I’ll try not to.”

————

Kim and her boyfriend, Jalen, happily tagged along with you to the game. Aurelien bought upper deck seating that had its own private lounge and came with hors d’oeuvres. Kim was eating up the view and Jalen looked like a kid in a candy store. In the time he was dating Kim you came to learn that no one was more of a fanboy than other professional athletes.

Jalen was eager to meet some of the players and it worked out well because it looked as if you were a guest of Jalen’s and not the other way around. You watched Aurelien and Jalen meet one another then pose for a few photos. You couldn’t help but stare at Aurelien as he took off his jersey, signed it then gave it to Jalen.

Aurelien found his way over to you and you were praying he wouldn’t pull you into his sweaty shirtless arms for a hug. You congratulated him on the win and let him know that you really enjoyed the game, thanking him for the tickets. You stood in the field with him for a while Jalen and him talked about each of their respective games.

“Thank you, again.” You said gently.

“Anything for you.” He grinned. “You busy later?”

“We’ve got plans.” You said looking up at him, purposefully ignoring his comment. He was much taller than you and it was hard to not be turned on by the size difference. You wondered if he remembered how nice it felt when your legs were wrapped around him or if he remembered how easily he swept you off your feet. You weren’t sure what he wanted to do but suddenly you wanted to be wherever he was going to be.

After watching him for over 90 minutes run across the field, bodying any man that stepped to him or his teammates made you a bit delirious with lust. You must’ve stared so much because Kim had to call you out on it during the match.You weren’t usually enamored with men but the way Aurelien stood staring down at you, his eyes trained on you as if you were the only person in the stadium with him, made you stammer. It could’ve been the heat or the drinks you had but either way, your body was reacting to his attention.

“Let me know when you’re free. We need to get together before you go.” Aurelien said matter of fact.

He dapped Jalen up once, shook hands with Kim, then proceeded to give you a hug despite your protests. Inwardly you were loving every bit of the feeling of his body against yours. Your fingertips skimmed his skin as you tried to pull away but he held you in place.

“I’m only in town for a few days but I’ll try.”

“I’m serious.” He said slowly as if you were going to ignore him.

You pulled away with a laugh and he grabbed your wrist playfully as you turned to walk away. Every time he touched you it was so firm but with the kind of tenderness that made a girl feel so warm and wanted.

“I know you are.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes but there was no hiding the smile that was spreading across both of your faces.

——

The plans consisted of fighting the urge to text Aurelien the entire time you were out with Kim, Jalen, and all his teammates, with a side of shots and dancing. The club was fun, but you couldn’t get your mind away from Aurelien and the way he looked at you after the game. With each sip you took of your drink it felt like the best decision to make a move on him. There was something that was pulling you in and you weren’t willing to fight it anymore.

You forced yourself to stop checking your phone, to not look to see if he reached out first and opted to leave your phone behind at the VIP lounge. All the girls in the group were on the dance floor.

The club was nice and packed, the music was loud and the shots were starting to settle in. Your body felt loose and as if you were simply floating. With each song the DJ transitioned to, you and Kim yelled in excitement. The two of you took turns singing and dancing on one another, the group of girls all hyping one another up. You were never the type to sit and not enjoy yourself and you were happy the other girls didn’t have to be dragged to the dance floor - the men were an entirely different story. They were content to watch their girlfriends have a good time while they drank and smoked cigars. You were lost in the sound of the afrobeat music playing, eyes closed as you danced on Kim.

At that moment, you couldn’t think of anything better than being young and free — life had been good to you, but you wondered what it felt like knowing that you had a man waiting for you to come home. You wondered what it would be like to be in your friend’s shoes, to be the doting athlete’s girlfriend. You imagined yourself cheering on Aurelien in a more intimate fashion. The idea of being at a game, with his name across your back and his number on a necklace made you ache for him.

By the time you were finally out of the dance floor, you were ready for water and to face whatever text may have come in the time you missed.

You made yourself look at your social media interactions before checking your messages. Despite your gut feeling, he hadn’t texted you. The last text was from when you told him you would meet him on the pitch. You were trying to hide your disappointment but it was all over your face.

The part of you that wanted to get to know him more was overrunning the logical part of your mind that was saying - how would it even work? Between work schedules, being in your 20s, and just living apart felt like a recipe for disaster. Despite the logical aspects running through your mind, your heart was craving him and his touch.

A.T: why are you pouting? miss me that much?

Y: what t are you talking about Aure

A.T: Look across the room, up to your left

Y: Are you following me? 👀

A.T: I was going to ask you the same thing

A.T: come see me

Y: I can’t get up there, security has it blocked off and I don’t want to leave my friends

A.T: I’ll come to you

You watched Aurelien maneuver his way through the crowded club and over to you in a similar manner as he did on the pitch: smooth and with the utmost confidence. Even though it was dim, you were able to spot him with ease. His white shirt was unbuttoned and his necklace glistened under the club lights. You moved past people in the section to meet him at the entrance. You waved off the security guard and let them know that he was clear to come in with you. Aurelien dapped up the security and when he turned his focus on you, your breath caught in your chest.

Aurelien placed his hand around your waist, his hand settling on your ass as he hugged you. When you pulled back you couldn’t tell if you or Aurelien’s smile was the biggest. .

“You’re really beautiful,” he said and you laughed. “Really fucking beautiful.”

“Why are you here?” You said with a tipsy laugh.

“I was going to ask you the same thing.”

“End of season party, the whole team is here.” You pointed behind you towards the section full of people. “You?”

“Birthday.” Aure pointed to one of the younger men who stood at the balcony of a section across the way. When you turned your attention back to him, he was soaking in your outfit. His eyes trailed down your body then back up to your face.

“What are the odds?” You spoke, breaking him out of his daze. It couldn’t have been a coincidence that you were in the same place for the third time in two days.

“Were you going to tell me you were in town?” Aurelien’s eyes showed a slight hint of hurt over your lack of communication.

“I didn’t think you would notice.” You shrugged.

“There’s nowhere you could go without me noticing..” Aurelien commented, forcing you to drag your teeth over your bottom lip in awe of his directness.

You blinked slowly at him and wondered if he felt the buzz of attraction that you were feeling. You were growing hotter with each second that passed so you moved out his grip and took his hand in yours, letting him know he should meet everyone.

While he introduced himself, he kept his fingers interlocked with yours. You felt oddly comfortable standing beside him as he bounced between English and Spanish while speaking to the basketball players. Your eyes were drawn to his side profile as he spoke - the curve of his lips, his cheekbones, his laugh, his smile. Every part of him was attractive to you.

Shamelessly, you stepped closer to him. Your right hand was in his and you still felt like he wasn’t close enough. You pressed the top half of your body against his bicep and then wrapped your free hand around his forearm. You were entangled in him and you were loving every second of it.

“Baby,” Kim spoke up loudly from her seat next to Jalen, “It’s time for another shot!”

Her declaration was met with no disagreement and as the liquid burned down your throat, you felt chills run down your spine in tandem.

“Kim, bathroom?” You ushered your friend over to use her as a balancing device. The two of you laughed the entire way to the ladies room. You felt relieved to be able to make it out of the stall without busting your ass. Kim was in the mirror yapping away about how she hated that the boys didn’t make it to semi-finals but she was happier with knowing Jalen would be home more.

“I love Jalen, I really do but something about those first 72 hours together after the season ending is the best 72 hours ever.” Kim commented.

“Why’s that?” You asked, scrubbing your hands with soap underneath the hot water. You shook off your hands and placed them under the obnoxiously loud dryer. The laughs of girls walking in and out muffled her initial response so you asked her to speak loudly.

“Dating an athlete is….whew.” Kim fanned at herself dramatically. “The stamina is superb.”

“Stamina? Oh my god.” You laughed feeling the shot coursing through your bloodstream. You thought of Aurelien as soon as you stopped laughing.

“We go for hours.” Kim said with a pleased nod and it was met with a cheer from a random girl in the stall alongside a complimentary, “I know that’s right!”

“Damn girl. I didn’t know you were getting it like that.” You said and dotted yourself in the mirror, wondering if you needed to freshen up for the man you wanted so desperately.

“You would be too if you would stop running from the football guy.” Kim pulled lip gloss out of her bag, touching up her makeup. Girls poured in and out of the stalls making the room feel crowded. You grabbed hold of Kim and led the two of you out of the way of the stumbling, drunk women.

“Football guy? Oh Aurelien.” You pieced together as your friend rolled her eyes. You let out a “what?!” and she still looked disappointed.

“You’re better than me.” Kimmy shook her head and blew out a breath. “If Jalen was looking at me the way Aurelien looks at you, I wouldn’t be here.”

“You’re being dramatic, Kim.” You laughed and stepped around the people crowding the hallway. Kim’s hand was wrapped in yours to avoid getting separated from your side.

“And you’re delusional!” She shouted. “That man wants you to be his girlfriend, not just some random hook up.”

You ignored her comment and continued on towards the section, your eyes looking for Aurelien instinctively - you weren’t even out of the hallway and you were looking for him. You really fucking wanted him.

The music was no longer a distant thud of bass, it was loud and clear. You considered her observation as you navigated through the crowd. Once you made it to the steps of the VIP section, you scanned through the crowd of men with each step. You could see Aurelien sitting on the leathered booth next to a few people and one particular girl caught your eye. The girl, who’s name you weren’t certain of, was speaking to Aurelien but she noticed you staring and halted. She leaned in closer to Aurelien whose eyes settled on you, looking you up and down. It was a slow but steady motion and it made you hot all over. You couldn’t fight the smile that you gave him but made no effort to go see him. You found yourself a little disappointed by him soaking up the girl’s attention. You tried to brush it off but it wasn’t working - how could you be jealous when he wasn’t yours to keep?

Kim bumped your shoulder with a smirk and you knew what she was thinking. She sneakily put another drink in your hand but you didn’t protest. You weren’t ready for the night to end unless it was ending with leaving with Aurelien and you were determined to make that happen. Wasting no time, you took in a large swig of the fruity drink and decided you needed to dance. The last thing you needed was to kill your own vibe by worrying over Aurelien with another girl. You left your friends behind and joined the other girls on the dance floor and as soon as they spotted you, you were met with celebratory cheers.

Mr. Vegas’ Hot Wuk took over the room and you were taken back in time. You took the easier route and let one of the girls dance on you. There was an unspoken agreement between the group that unless one of you explicitly stated that you wanted to dance with a man, you’d dance with one another to warn off unwanted advances.

You helped your drink steady above the girl dancing, screaming along while dancing on her. You had to hold your own dress by the hem as it rode up with each movement. You were in your own world and completely oblivious to the conversation Kim and Aurelien were having as they watched you dance.

You lost all track of time on the dance floor. The drinks you had were coursing through your head and made you a giggling mess as you climbed up the stairs. You weren’t drunk but a little tipsy. As you scanned the section for Kim you came up short and decided to get Aurelien’s attention instead. You had a small window of time left in Spain and you were adamant about not leaving without having a taste of him. If he was still as good as you remembered, it was going to be a hell of a night.

“Have I told you that you look good?” You sat next to Aurelien and crossed your legs. Your dress was dangerously short and you didn’t care to fix it. Aurelien’s hand gripped your thigh, sending jolts of joy through your body. “Like really good?” You reiterated with a laugh.

“Think so?” He played into your sudden burst of energy and honesty.

“Everyone thinks so, Aurel.” Your tone was laced with a bit of confusion. “That girl was just hanging all over you.”

“She wasn’t all over me.” He chuckled.

“She was.” You refused to back down.

“What if I want you all over me?” He said boldly. A pleased smirk tugged on your lips but you fought it, trying to look indifferent.

“I left for two minutes and came back to you with a girl on your side.” You half-teased and you realized how odd that sounded as it left your mouth.

“Are you jealous?” Aurelien asked with a glint in his eyes. The bass of the music thumping in your chest didn’t compare to the way your heartbeat sped up. You licked your lips and dropped your gaze to his. His mouth was slightly ajar and his teeth pulled the bottom lip in. You were so engrossed in the way his mouth looked that he spoke your name to remind you there was an answer he was waiting for.

“Jealous?” Your eyes snapped up to his face. “For what reason should I be jealous? Jealous….of who?” You tilted your head to the side with a little smile tugging your lips.

You got closer to Aurelien and he turned his body squarely towards, which gave you full front access to him. You took his exposed chain and slipped your index finger underneath, giving it a gentle tug and Aurelien leaned in closer to you. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes and you loved it. You wanted it, all over you, all the time.

“You think I’m jealous of her?”

“You shouldn’t be.” Aurelien said as you tugged his chain closer to you. His lips were so close you were damn near on the verge of kissing him. You licked your own lips before flicking your eyes up to him. You held his stare and you took a breathe before reminding who you were:

“I will never be jealous of another woman, especially when it comes to you.” You released his chain and laid back into the leather couch, Aurelien’s chuckle ringing in your ears. He ran a hand down his face, looking like he’s struggling to hold back a comment.

“Why’s that?” He asked in genuine curiosity.

“Because you chase after me, babe. You don’t chase them.” You said sweetly, blinking your lashes at him. You couldn’t form a smile because his lips were on yours instantly.

It was a kiss of pure desperation and you loved it. You didn’t even mind that you could taste the last shot he took. You just really wanted to drink him no matter that looked like at that moment. If you could’ve seen yourself from someone else’s shoes you would be judgmental but you were shamelessly ready to make this man yours.

“Let’s go to mine.” He mumbled as he pulled away.

“You drank, Aurel.” You said with a deep breath, battling with the thought that if you didn’t sleep with this man tonight, you would miss your chance. But you knew yourself to be more of a take things slow type of girl but would that even be possible with his lifestyle?

“I have a car service, mon bebe.”

“Baby?” You repeated in a cute tone.

“You’re coming to mine.” He stood up and dusted off his pants.

“But I have a flight in the morning…” you started.

“Don’t worry about all that. Say bye to Kim and then I’ll walk us out.”

Kim was more excited for you and you allowed her to be. She was full-on in love with the idea of Aurelien dating you because, selfishly, she would see you more often and maybe have you here permanently. You were waving goodbye to Jalen when your hand was taken away by Aurelien. You smiled goofily as Kim made a few faces but ultimately landed an “I love you!” and an air kiss. As you walked hand in hand with Aurelien you felt charged full of energy. His grip on yours was gentle but firm and you were eating it up. He dapped up a few of his friends on the way out and you couldn’t help but notice the looks they gave Aurelien - all of them smiling, telling you that they would “see you later.

In the fresh air of the night, you took in the moment of silence. Aurelien’s hand never left yours even as you stood still waiting for the car service to come from the back. You were amazed by the ease of it all:

“Are three tickets okay?”

“There’s nowhere you could go that I wouldn’t notice.”

“Don’t worry about all that. It’ll be fine.”

Aurelien was sure of himself, you realized. You were falling in love with the idea of him always taking care of things, as shallow as it sounded. But you quieted your mind and looked up towards the man who seemed to be already staring at you.

“What?”

“I’m not sleeping with you.” You said firmly, going against your own heart.

“Who said anything about that? I just want to be with you.” He said, placing his palm on your back to lead you to the car door. He held it open as you slid in, shutting it behind himself when you were settled.

“You want to talk to me, huh?” You teased and couldn’t help but giggle.

“Mhm, for hours.” He said in a serious but also joking manner.

“Well we’ve got a few hours before my flight.” You said reminding him of that small stipulation.

“I told you don’t worry about it.”

You shook your head at him but ultimately did as you were told and sat back against the leather, crossing your legs.

As soon as you did so, Aurelien’s hand was on you, rubbing the pad of his thumb on your skin. You felt like you were right where you needed to be, regardless of how the hell you were getting home.

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jnmrvc

9 months ago

I love this!!

Love the way it’s written, the characters, EVERYTHING.