RoyalJude

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You and Kylian never rushed anything. That’s what everyone always said about the two of you. From the outside, it probably looked effortless: stolen glances across crowded rooms, laughter that came too easily, the way his hand always found yours without thinking. But what people didn’t see was how carefully it all unfolded. The long late-night calls when he was traveling. The quiet support you gave each other when life got overwhelming. The way he made space for you in a world that constantly demanded his attention, and how you never asked him to be anything other than himself.

You didn’t need grand gestures to know he loved you. It was in the way he checked if you’d eaten. The way he listened—really listened—when you talked. The way he looked at you like you were home. You were partners, best friends first, deeply in love without needing to announce it to the world.

Still, there was something different in the air tonight.

New Year’s Eve had a way of doing that.

Both of your families were gathered together at the house, filling every room with warmth, noise, and familiar chaos. His mother laughed with yours in the kitchen, music playing softly in the background. Someone—probably one of his siblings—was already arguing over which song should play at midnight. The house smelled like food, candles, and winter.

You were curled up on the couch beside Kylian, his arm comfortably draped around your shoulders. Every now and then he pressed a kiss to your temple, absent-minded and affectionate. He looked relaxed, happy—though you caught him glancing at the clock more than once.

“You okay?” you whispered, tilting your head up toward him.

He smiled, that soft smile reserved just for you. “Yeah. Just… excited.”

The evening passed in laughter and games, old stories retold like legends. You felt safe here, surrounded by people who loved both of you. As the countdown to midnight crept closer, the energy shifted—people started gathering in the living room, phones out, champagne glasses ready.

Kylian squeezed your hand a little tighter.

“Come here,” he murmured, guiding you to stand with him near the center of the room.

You assumed it was for the kiss. It always was. A New Year’s kiss felt almost inevitable, like tradition. You smiled up at him, heart already fluttering.

“Ten!” someone shouted.

Everyone joined in, voices overlapping.

“Nine! Eight!”

You could hear your heartbeat in your ears. Kylian’s thumb brushed over your knuckles, grounding you.

“Three! Two!”

You leaned in slightly—

“One!”

Cheers exploded around you. Confetti popped, glasses clinked, people shouted “Happy New Year!”

But instead of leaning down to kiss you, Kylian stepped back.

Your smile faltered in confusion just as he dropped to one knee.

The room went silent in an instant.

Your breath caught painfully in your chest. “Kylian…?”

He looked up at you, eyes shining, completely steady despite the crowd watching. The noise faded away. It felt like it was just the two of you.

“Y/N,” he said softly, his voice carrying anyway. “I’ve played in front of thousands of people. I’ve lived my life in the spotlight. But nothing has ever scared me more than loving someone this much—and nothing has ever felt more right.”

Your eyes burned with tears before you even realized you were crying.

“You’ve been my calm, my strength, my home,” he continued. “No matter where I am in the world, you’re who I think of. You make everything make sense. I don’t want to step into another year without knowing that you’ll be by my side for all of them.”

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small box. When he opened it, the ring caught the light—simple, elegant, perfect.

“So,” he said, voice thick with emotion now, “will you marry me?”

For a heartbeat, you couldn’t speak. Your hands flew to your mouth as tears spilled over, your entire body trembling. You heard gasps, soft cries, someone whispering “oh my God,” but none of it mattered.

“Yes,” you choked out, laughing through tears. “Yes. A thousand times yes.”

The room erupted.

Applause, cheering, crying—his family rushed forward, yours close behind—but Kylian stood up and pulled you into his arms first. He held you like he was afraid to let go, forehead resting against yours.

“Happy New Year,” he whispered.

You nodded, breathless. “Best one yet.”

This time, when he kissed you, it wasn’t just a New Year’s kiss.

It was the beginning of forever. 💍✨

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I had reminded Kylian this morning that I was going out tonight for my friend’s birthday.

I was sitting at my vanity, doing the last touches to my makeup. Kylian walked in, looking me up and down. Eyeing my dress a little.

“You look pretty my love.” He complements me. “Don’t you think that dress is a bit much for a little celebration?”

I give him a look. “No, Bella said it was a nice bar. Wanted to look nice.”

“A bar?” Kylian questioned.

“Yes a bar Kylian.” I roll my eyes and walk past him to the kitchen to get my purse and phone.

He was quick to follow you. “You didn’t mention it was a bar.”

I let out a huff of air. “Didn’t think I had to.”

“Why are you acting like that?” He asked getting a little frustrated. “You’re going to a bar dressed like that, without me…guys are gonna hit on you.”

“And? Kylian I’ll blow them off.” I said, double checking my purse. “Are you saying I can’t look good without you?” I look at him, hand on my hip.

“Well…no.” He mutters.

“Are you jealous Kylian? Going to play the overprotective boyfriend because I’m going out like this without you?” I press him.

Kylian starts to get angry, I can see it in his eyes. “Come on admit it, you’re jealous.”

“Fine! I am! Happy?” He snapped a little. “Go to your stupid party then.”

I roll my eyes. “God, you’re so childish.”

“I’m not! I just don’t want you going to a bar dressed like that with drunk guys?!” He yells. “I’m done with this bullshit, go to your party and have fun.” Kylian walked off to the bedroom.

I bite my lip. I do not like his little attitude he’s got going on.

I take my phone shooting a quick text to Bella. ‘Hey girl, sorry but something has come up and I can’t make it. Have a great night tonight, tell the girls I say hi and love them. We’ll hang out soon I promise💗💗.’

I set my phone on the kitchen counter, walking to the bedroom.

I pushed the door open forcefully. Kylian sitting on the bed, sulking.

“I don’t like your attitude mister.” I stand in front of him.

“Thought you left?” He grumbles.

“Told Bella something came up.” I said crossing my arms. “I gotta take care of your pissy attitude, now lay back.”

Something switched in Kylian when I gave him that order. He nodded and laid back on the bed.

I then climb onto his lap, straddling him. “You wanna have a bad attitude, I’ll fix it for you then.” I said as I pull off his shirt.

Kylian tries to grab my hips. I grab his hands and pin them above his head.

“Not unless I say.”

His eyes darkened, jaw slack. “Okay.”

I kissed him, slow and soft at first, until he opened under me—hungry, desperate, giving in.

When I pulled away, his lips were swollen, pupils blown wide. “Please,” he whispered.

I dragged my nails down his chest, watching the muscles twitch under my touch. “You don’t get to beg yet.”

I then get off him and sit next to him.

I reached down, tugging at his waistband. “Take these off.”

He did as he was told, kicking his pants off onto the floor. His boxers strained with how hard he already was.

I trailed my fingers over him through the fabric, light and teasing.

He gasped, head falling back.

“Sensitive already?” I teased.

“Yes,” he breathed. “Always with you.”

I leaned forward, mylips brushing against his ear. “Good. Then don’t hold back.”

I slipped my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around him, slow strokes making his thighs tense.

His breath stuttered. “God…”

“You want more?”

He nodded frantically.

I take my hand away, slowly pealing my dress off. Revealing my matching lace set.

I then straddled him again. “You wanna touch me don’t you?” I tease, running a finger down his chest.

Kylian nodded eagerly.

“You like being good for me?”

“Yes. Always.”

I smirk, moving down, until I was laid between his legs.

He watched me with hooded eyes as I pulled his boxers off, freeing him. He was already leaking, hard and flushed and so desperate it made me ache.

“Please,” he whispered.

I gave him what he wanted. Slowly. Torturously. My tongue flicked along his length, my hand stroking what my mouth didn’t reach. He cried out, his hips twitching, but I pinned him down with a hand to his stomach.

“You stay still,” I said. “Let me take care of you.”

He moaned, loud and broken. “Yes, yes—please, don’t stop—”

I didn’t. Ikept him right on the edge, backing off every time his hips bucked too hard or his moans got too loud. I kissed up his stomach, lips grazing his chest, then moved back to his mouth and kissed him deep.

He was barely holding it together.

You leaned in, whispering, “Do you want to come, baby?”

He nodded against your lips. “So bad. Please let me.”

“You want to come for me? Just for me?”

“Yes. Please. I’ll be good. I’ll be so good—”

I take my bra and panties off. I moved over him, guiding him inside me with one slow, delicious slide. His head slammed back into the pillow, a choked gasp falling from his lips.

“Oh my God—”

I rode him slow at first, hands planted on his chest. His eyes rolled back, fingers clawing at the sheets, trying to resist the urge to move, to thrust up into me. He didn’t. He let me have him. All of him.

“Look at you,” I whispered. “Completely mine.”

“Yes—yours,” he cried.

I picked up the pace, hips rolling, the sound of skin against skin echoing in the room. His moans got louder, breath more frantic.

“Say it,” I ordered. “Say who owns you.”

“You,” he gasped. “You do. I’m yours.”

And when he came, it was with a cry that echoed off the walls, back arching, hands gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white.

I followed soon after, collapsing onto him, breath tangled with his.

We both took a few minutes before I slowly took myself off him. Going to the connected bathroom, cleaning myself up and then going back out there to clean him up.

Helping him get changed into boxers and sweatpants. I just wore panties and one of his shirts.

Now comfortable in bed and cuddling.

I kissed the curve of his jaw, smiling softly. “Feel better?”

He gave a breathless laugh. “You have no idea.”

I nuzzled into him. “So dramatic, baby.”

“I know.” He kissed my forehead. “I’m sorry I freaked out.”

“I get it,” I whispered. “But next time, just tell me what’s bothering you. Don’t go acting like you can control me.”

“I don’t want to control you,” he murmured. “I just… never want to lose you.”

I lifted my head to look at him. “You won’t. Ever.”

A pause.

Then I smirked. “Besides… the party wasn’t even at a bar.”

His brow furrowed. “What?”

“It was at a restaurant.. that had a bar.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope.” I grinned. “Just wanted to see what you’d do.”

Kylian groaned, dragging a pillow over his face. “You are evil.”

“You love it.”

His voice came muffled. “Unfortunately.”

I giggled, pressing a kiss to his chest.

“Still jealous?” I whispered.

He peeked out from under the pillow. “Always.”

And honestly, I didn’t mind that one bit.

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It was just after dinner when Kylian appeared in the doorway of your home library, towel draped around his neck from his shower, curls damp, and a soft white tee hugging his chest.

You were tucked into your little reading chair with a book on your lap and your infamous list sitting beside you.

“Hey,” he said, leaning against the frame, arms crossed. “So… ready to finish what we started?”

You looked up at him, heart already skipping. “You mean the list?”

He nodded, eyes gleaming. “The three remaining tropes. I promised, didn’t I?”

You grinned, setting the book aside. “I was wondering when you’d bring it up.”

He walked in, reaching for the list on the side table and scanning it. “Alright. What’s number four?”

“Let’s start with a classic: Jealous Possessive Boyfriend.”

Kylian narrowed his eyes. “You want me to get mad?”

You walked around the counter, resting your hands on his chest. “No, not mad. Just a little possessive. Protective. Like when the love interest gets jealous and has to show who you belong to.”

He was quiet for a second. Then he reached for your phone on the little table and flipped it around to show the screen. “You were texting Enzo?”

You blinked. “What?”

“That’s your ex’s name, right?”

You stared. “Kylian—”

Before you could finish, he gripped your chin, tilting your head up. His voice dropped to a low, dangerous whisper. “Don’t make me remind you who you belong to.”

The heat that pooled between your legs was instant.

His mouth crashed onto yours, and you gasped as he kissed you rougher than usual, one hand sliding down your back, the other gripping your waist tight.

“Kylian,” you moaned into his mouth. “It was a fake text…”

“I know,” he said, lips trailing down your jaw. “But I got into character, didn’t I?”

You exhaled shakily. “Maybe a little too into it.”

He leaned back, smug. “Next trope?”

You swallowed hard and pointed to the list. “Number eight. The Protective Arm in Public.”

He blinked. “We’re not in public.”

“So imagine we are. Like, you see someone checking me out at a grocery store or a restaurant, and you do that move. You know the one. Hand on the waist. Pulling me closer.”

You didn’t even finish before he was behind you, slipping his arms around your waist, one hand resting low on your stomach. He pressed a kiss just behind your ear.

“You want me to be the guy who makes it clear you’re taken?” he murmured.

You nodded, breath catching.

His hand slid lower. “What if I do this…” He pulled you back against him, the hard line of his body making you gasp. “Still part of the trope?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, already melting. “V-Very canon behavior.”

“I’d do this in real life, too,” he whispered. “If someone looked at you like that. I’d let them know you were mine before they blinked.”

Your knees buckled slightly.

And then—just when you thought you couldn’t take more—he pulled back and said, “Next?”

You blinked. “Last one. The Counter Kiss.”

His eyebrows shot up. “You’ve been waiting for this one.”

You nodded like a guilty fangirl. You take his hand and lead him to the kitchen quickly.

Kylian stepped back and motioned toward the counter. “Up.”

You hopped up onto it, heart racing.

He stepped between your legs, resting his hands on your thighs. “How’s this go?”

“You come home from a long day, frustrated. And instead of saying anything, you grab me, lift me onto the counter, and kiss me like you need it. Desperation. Tension. Hot hands.”

He didn’t answer with words.

He stepped closer, grabbing your waist with both hands and pulling you to the edge. “I’ve had a long day,” he said lowly. “And I’ve been thinking about this mouth all damn afternoon.”

Then he kissed you.

You whimpered into him as he deepened the kiss—messy, heated, addictive. His fingers dug into your thighs as he pressed his body flush to yours.

“Kylian,” you breathed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Can I fuck you right here?” he asked against your lips. “Or is that a different trope?”

You blinked at him, cheeks flushed. “It’s… it’s a great bonus trope.”

He chuckled, already tugging your panties to the side, the cool marble of the counter beneath you sending a shiver up your spine.

He untied his sweats just enough to free himself, running the tip along your slick folds. You gasped, rocking your hips toward him.

“You want it?” he murmured.

You nodded desperately. “Please.”

With one slow thrust, he pushed inside you. The stretch was delicious, the position giving you every inch of him.

He didn’t hold back—his pace was hungry, fast, hands gripping your hips as you clung to him, moaning into his shoulder.

Your nails dragged across his back as the tension built again. He shifted slightly, hitting that perfect spot that made your back arch.

“Kylian,” you whimpered. “Right there, don’t stop—”

He groaned into your ear, thrusts becoming faster. “Come for me, mon amour. Let me feel you.”

His hand found your clit, rubbing firm, fast circles in rhythm with his thrusts.

That pushed you over the edge.

Your body clenched around him, toes curling, moans spilling from your mouth as you came hard. The sensation of you tightening around him was too much—Kylian followed seconds later, burying himself deep with a low moan as he came inside you.

He stayed between your legs for a moment, both of you gasping for breath.

He slowly slid you off the counter and carried you to the bedroom, laying you carefully on the bed. He then walked to the bathroom to get a warm cloth.

When he came back, he cleaned you up slowly, carefully. Then he helped you into one of his shirts, tossing on boxers for himself before climbing back into bed.

You were tucked under his arm, cheek resting on his chest, when you spoke again.

“So?”

He smiled. “I think I’m better than any of the guys in your books.”

You looked up at him. “You are.”

He leaned down, kissing your lips softly. “Then write me into one.”

You smiled. “Already have.”

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A/N ~ OMG 3 POST BACK TO BACK TO BACK IM ON A ROLL RIGHT NOW!!!!