#kyoshiwrites

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Warnings: smut, mature themes (18+)

A/n: Short and sweet?😅 looking to wrap this up in 2/3 more chapters before school really starts getting hectic and gets even more in the way. I appreciate the support I’ve received on this fic so far btw🥹🫶🏾. Enjoy (I hope).

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She keeps a loose grasp on his fingers, heart pounding harder the closer they get to his bedroom door. Pausing at his bedroom door, she allows him to enter first. If Kylian is nervous, he doesn’t show it. His hands remain steady while he opens the door and switches on the light in his room. The lights are low— she guesses to prevent sensory overload. It creates an ambience that makes her palms sweat. The reality of what they’re about to do hits her like a brick. Her belly spasms as he closes the door behind them. His space is clean and minimally furnished. The king sized bed is draped in black satin sheets and for some strange reason, it sits almost intimidatingly in the middle of his room. His hands find her waist, his touch tentative. She feels his harsh breaths puffing against the top of her head.

“You smell like honey.”

Deandra shivers bodily after he speaks; volume low, voice gruff.

“Is that bad?” She switched to subtle scents since moving in. She hopes it still isn’t too much.

“Non. J’aime ça.”

Fuck. Kylian speaking French is something else entirely. He could get her wet enough to make a puddle just from that, she thinks. He allows her to lead him to his bed. Gently, she maneuvers him to sit against his soft mattress. Deandra is about to straddle his lap but his hands find her waist in a bruising grip. She blinks and suddenly her back is sliding across his soft sheets. Her gasp gets caught in her throat as he pulls her shorts and her panties down her legs in one fluid motion. Kylian hovers above her, eyes darting over every inch of her— face to legs then back again.

“May I?” He gestures at her top impatiently.

She wants to laugh at him dragging her shorts down without question yet asking permission to remove her blouse.

“Uh huh.”

Kylian peels her top off and over her head with Deandra raising her arms to help him in the process. He pauses just to stare at her breasts, fingers drumming at his thighs restlessly. They’re a little more than a handful, nipples tight and brown. It’s clear he’s intrigued but also hesitant. Reaching for his hands, Deandra keeps her grasp loose then leads them to the swell of her chest. His nostrils flare.

“It’s okay, you can squeeze. I like it.” She tries to keep the impatience out of her tone.

He obliges. Kylian groans softly. Deandra moans without shame. His expression shifts to one of fascination.

“They feel so… soft.” He exhales a harsh breath, kneading at her breast delicately. Deandra tries not to squirm as her nipples rub against his palms. The man seems to have gained a new fixation because he keeps his hands on her chest until it feels like torture. Alternating between kneading, petting or lightly pinching her nipples because he noticed how she whimpers and quivers when he does. Deandra sneaks an arm between her legs to circle the pad of her fingers over her swollen nub, desperate to take the edge off. Kylian dips his head, then pauses, looking a little unsure.

Deandra tenses so hard in anticipation that she gets a cramp in her neck. She doesn’t pressure him; she silently hopes. He lowers until his warm breath ghosts over her nipple. He flicks his tongue out hesitantly, testing it against his tongue. He grows bolder, closing his lips around it. Her eyes roll, fingers working over her clit faster as he suckles softly. The pressure is just enough for it to still feel like he’s teasing and she loves it so much.

“Ky— feels so good.” She whimpers, reaching her free hand up to gently rest against the back of his head. The slick sounds of his mouth and her hands between her thighs sound amplified in the quiet room. Her muscles lock tighter in response. Kylian switches his attention to her other breast. Something in her lower belly clenches. It's not just the slick sensation of his warm mouth, but the way his features are lax in pleasure. Kylian is enjoying it. He’s enjoying having her nipples in his mouth.

“Kyky, ‘m gonna come.” The nickname leaves her mouth without restraint. Kylian brings his hips down against her leg desperately. He’s hard. The weight of him makes her eyes roll. She’s gonna have him inside her. Soon. Stretching, pressing deep—

Deandra’s toes curl and then she spasms around nothing, coming with a sharp cry. Her hips undulate in tandem with her fingers still rubbing as she moans.

“So good, baby. So-”

Kylian’s hips stutter against her leg. He pulls off her nipple with an audible wet pop.

“Do you want to stop?” He sounds absolutely wrecked.

Deandra takes a second to catch her breath; “Not yet, want you inside me, please.”

Kylian shivers, sitting up. He fingers the hem of his shirt for a second then pulls it over his head swiftly. His sweats follow. The prominent bulge in his boxers makes her clench around nothing. It takes her a moment too long to realize, and when she does, Deandra immediately hurries to reassure him.

“Hey, I want this. I promise I do. Doesn’t matter if you’re not in the mood to be touched afterwards.”

With a slow nod, Kylian looks to physically shrug away his reluctance. He pulls his underwear down and off. If Deandra’s eyes could comically bulge from her head like they do in cartoons, they would.

“Kylian what the fuck? It’s so big.” She’s simultaneously intimidated and excited.

“Is that a bad thing? I read that some women don’t like that.” His shoulders hunch slightly, eyes fixed pointedly on her right shoulder.

“Well, I’m not one of those women. It’ll just be… a lot.” She stares at his length in awe. Lengthy, girthy with prominent veins and a slight curve. Clean and uniform in colour with his tip an angry red. ‘Dick jackpot.’ She almost snorts at her thoughts— almost. It juts away from his body proudly, twitching the longer she drinks him in. His skin flushes a slight pink. So she moves before he gets a second longer to overthink. Deandra shifts onto her knees, mirroring his position. Her hands run along the length of his defined biceps, resisting the urge to squeeze as she marvels at how well defined they are. He’s so big— everywhere. It’s mouthwatering. Her eyes drop between their bodies to where she feels him leaving a slight wet trail against her belly; another time, she’ll get her on her knees and swallow around him until he begs for mercy. But right now, she needs him inside her like needs oxygen. Deandra pecks his lips once, twice and on the third time, she eases at his shoulders until he realizes where she wants him. Kylian lowers into a seated position on the bed, eyes glancing at her face for a second. Deandra hurries to straddle him.

“Are you sure, Kylian?”

She’s not sure if this is somewhat of a big deal for him; for some people, having sex for the first time is seen as a significant milestone. For her, it was just another day under the sun. Her only regret was that she gave someone who couldn’t find the clitoris on a labeled diagram the time of day.

“Yes.” He responds in a rush. She can tell by the tension in his frame that he’s wound up even tighter than she is.

Deandra lowers until she’s hovering just above the length of him; she’s almost shivering in anticipation when she grasps his dick in hand gently. He grunts at the featherlight contact, hips jerking in her direction. His silky skin combined with the weight of him makes the muscles in her belly spasm. She holds steady, then lowers down. Kylian groans like a tortured animal when the sensitive head of his dick kisses her warm, wet folds. His hands immediately fly up to grab her hips; not to cease her movements but to ground himself. Tilting her hips to catch him at her entrance, Deandra takes a deep breath and starts sinking down on him gingerly. His eyes stray between her legs and stay there. Utterly transfixed by her body opening up to take him in. Kylian wheezes when she’s half way down his length, hands squeezing her hips without restraint.

“Deandra… I- hah-”

She whines at how absolutely wrecked he sounds. Her toes curl tighter with every single inch she takes.

“Why are you so wet? And warm? I c-ca—” he chokes as she sinks all the way down abruptly.

Deandra doubles over when she seats herself on him. Her body resists, he’s so deep he’s nestled against her cervix. She’s tempted to jerk away from the blinding pressure but she grits her teeth, quivering like a leaf in his hold.

“You’re so big.” She whines with her eyes squeezed shut until tears press to the corners.

Deandra allows him a second to feel. To breathe. Kylian stares at where they’re joined in what she can only describe as reverence. He flits his gaze to her face, holding eye contact for two significant seconds before dropping his gaze again. She feels him twitching inside even though they’re both unmoving. Bracing her hands behind her back, Deandra raises to herself until her feet are flat against his bed. It gives her the right amount of leverage to slowly drag up the length of him to slam her hips down. She starts with a steady rhythm. Kylian’s mouth pops open, face crumpling in ecstasy. His fingers alternate between drumming against her skin and squeezing until he leaves visible prints in her skin. He’s clearly overwhelmed but in the best way possible judging by the airy sounds that leave his mouth. Deandra moans at the way he rubs against her sensitive walls; he’s textured with veins that creates even more stimulation.

“Feels so good inside me, baby. Do I feel good?” Deandra whines breathlessly.

Kylian only nods rapidly, like he’s incapable of doing anything else. He watches the way she wets the length of him; he keeps staring as he disappears and reappears from her body.

“Dean—” he cuts himself off with a grunt.

Deandra sees the way his abdominal muscles clench. His thighs twitch. Her gaze drops between their bodies when she feels him grow even harder inside her. His sacks pull tighter under her. He’s close. Deandra isn’t so far herself. She picks up the pace; clenching around him on every upward drag of her hips.

“Are you going to come, Kylian?” She questions sweetly through panting breaths. Sweat trickles down between the valley of her breasts.

“Deandra.” He says her name like a helpless curse before dragging her hips down and holding her in place with all his strength.

Deandra screams at the sudden depth he reaches. Kylians crushes her body to his, snapping his hips up while he muffles his cries in the crook of her neck. His thighs quake violently against hers as he twitches then she feels him coating her insides. She grinds her swollen clit against his lower belly until her eyes roll to the back of her head. Deandra clenches her teeth trying not to scream but she does anyway because Kylian keeps fucking up into her— digging deep in her body. The slight twinge of pain makes it even more pleasurable.

“Fucking, fuck, Kylian. Fuck me fuck me-”

His muffled groan grows higher in pitch until he’s almost whining. They rut against each other as their orgasms seem to peak even higher despite the fact that it’s already so overwhelming. Deandra completely slumps against him, brain long taken flight. Kylian lays her down against his sheets and completely envelops her body under his. She can still feel him twitching inside. But what’s even more significant, is the warm weight of him against her body. Deandra passes out with a small smile.

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The insistent vibrations cut through her deep, peaceful slumber to her dismay. Blindly, Deandra reaches for the phone and brings to her ear with her eyes still shut.

“Hello?” Groggy and clearly annoyed.

Silence.

“Hello?” Firmer.

“Uh… Deandra? I was… this is Kylian’s phone.” Inès voice cuts through her haze. Deandra blinks her eyes open suddenly. And ah, yes. She’s not in the guestroom. She’s in Kylian’s room, in Kylian’s bed and she answered Kylian’s phone. Fuck.

“Oh… um… he’s… uh… we- I-”

Inès snorts on the other end then starts cackling like a maniac.

“I knew it. I was just checking in because I couldn’t reach you, now I know why. Tell Kylian I said hi.” The woman hangs up before she could get her groggy brain working to cook up a decent cover story. Deandra tosses his phone back on the bed and face palms. Now his mother knows she probably slept in his room, not hard to guess the context behind it. She actually did it, she had sex with Kylian— a client. Her heart gallops at the thought of Mr. Grandinson finding out somehow. That would surely be the end of her career. Her thoughts are interrupted when the bedroom door is swung open. Kylian occupies the doorway, dressed in fresh lounge clothes and a particular glow to him that she might be overthinking.

“You’re awake. I made breakfast.”

She smiles at his subtle impatience. It’s obvious he was waiting a while for her to wake up.

“Okay, let me freshen up then I’ll join you.”

Kylian nods then stares at the bed contemplatively. Deandra cocks a brow watching him stride in her direction. He lowers his body to press a quick, firm kiss against her cheek before exiting the room. When the initial surprise passes, Deandra smiles bashfully at the empty doorway.

Kylian sticks to her like glue. Not touching, but always in her presence. They had breakfast together this morning, then he sat in the kitchen while Deandra made them a simple pasta for lunch. Their conversations are light, but still meaningful enough to keep his attention: music, movies, martial arts and everything in between. He even insisted on accompanying her on a quick trip to the pharmacy although he quickly turned shy when he noticed why she went in the first place. Deandra figures if it happened once, it’ll most likely happen again and she isn’t on birth control. As much as she loved the way he felt filling her to the brim last night, she knows they’ll need to be more careful. The pharmacist gave her a knowing look as she rang up her order of Plan B and the pack of magnums.

“He did it.” Kylian deadpans from her right. There’s hardly an inch of space between them but she doesn’t complain.

“How do you know?” She eyes him in annoyance from her peripheral vision.

“His alibi doesn’t match up and he had a…motive, yes? That’s the word.”

And true enough, the reporter in the documentary confirms.

Deandra groans; “You know, mysteries aren’t fun if you figure them out too early. This is the fifth episode that you’ve spoiled before the end.”

He frowns; “Sorry, just thought they were obvious.”

“You’re too smart for your own good. Let’s do something else.” She suggests coolly.

Kylian’s breath hitches; “Sex?” He asks a bit eagerly.

Deandra chokes; “Kylian!”

“I… you didn’t like it?”

“Well… yes. But, you just said it and…”

“Because I liked it. I… I’ve never felt that good.” He mutters earnestly. Kylian keeps his eyes on the screen but the tips of his ears pinken.

Deandra bites her lip to hide her smile.

“Go shower. We’ll play the piano together and… then we’ll see where it goes.”

“Okay.” He’s up in a flash.

Deandra shakes her head at him, ignoring the way her heart squeezes in her chest. She’s so incredibly fond of him and it’s not good. Her phone suddenly chimes from her lap and her heart races for a different reason when she sees her boss’s name on the screen. With a tight swallow, Deandra ignores the voice screaming at her that the man found out about her and Kylian somehow.

“Hello?”

“I know it’s late, Smith, apologies. I have an update on Lionel.”

Deandra exhales a subtle relieved breath.

“Italian born theatre owner in London. Apparently, he has never been to the states.”

Deandra groans after he speaks. Great, another dead end.

“Which is why it’s suspicious that when we tapped the phone of the man you took out recently, we found communication between Lionel and him.” Mr. Grandison says grimly.

Deandra bolts upright; “As in, the guy who tried to… after New York?”

“Yes.”

Deandra’s brain goes a mile a minute.

Motive. That word Kylian used suddenly flashes across her mind. She remembers Lionel complaining about the theatre not making enough; how he keeps trying to force Kylian into buying.

“Apparently, he’s losing more than he’s earning. Looks close to being bankrupt.” Her boss continues.

The silence that follows is heavy.

Her fist clenches in her lap, eyes narrowing in determination;