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Mbappe POV:
After... What happened... I found myself sitting on my couch scrolling through twitter trying to distract myself from what happened. I mean I felt like I cheated but at the same time, I mean it was technically neymar fault. We used to be together, he knows how to seduce me.
Just then, Giroud texted me, I thought I got caught for a second. I had a mini heart attack but all he said was "hey ml <3" ok, he's not mad. "Hey :)" I texted back. "Can I come over?" he texted."sure" I replied.
Kind of skeptical but how bad could it be huh? I put down my phone and reassured myself."He won't find out" I said to myself. I'm pretty sure. I hope. My gut wasn't feeling right, it was like I just went on a ride in 6-flags. I felt like something was going to happen. I mean, something already happened but... Yknow.
Just then I heard another ding on my phone. "What does he want now?" I asked myself. I picked up my phone an it wasn't from Giroud. It was an unknown number. I opened it up and the text read "guess who?", soon as I read that I knee exactly who it was.
I was about to call him to give him a peice of my mind but before I could, he sent another text. "I'm coming over". Shit, now my ex and my boyfriend is coming over, I had to think of something fast since I knew neymar wouldn't listen to me. No matter what I said.
I was about to reply, try my best to convince him not to. Just then I heard a knock, it could be 2 people. Hoping it wasn't who I thought it was. I panicked a bit but got up and came to the door. I opened it, waiting for anything but it was just Giroud. Close call.
"That was fast..." I thought to myself. "Hey, come inside" I said, smiling, trying not to sound anxious. Giroud knows when I'm anxious. He came in and sat down on the couch. I was begging God for him not to see the texts on my phone. I was about to close the door... Until I saw another car pull up...
How did he come so fucking fast, he lives 10 minutes away. I started to panic but then the car backed out, it was just a random ahh car backing out. Still petrified, I slammed the door and tried to act normal. I was sweating, I could feel it in between my butt cheeks.
I went to go to sit on the couch, next to Giroud. "So, why'd you come over?" I asked. "Well I wanted to apologize for acting immature earlier, it's your right to be paranoid. I also just wanted to spend time with my boyfriend" he replied. I grinned a bit."Okay so he still hasn't found out" I thought to myself.
"Do you want anything to eat or drink?" I asked. He just shook his head. I'm glad I have him as a boyfriend. I turned on the TV, Turned off the lights, and grabbed a huge blanket for both of us to share. I turned on Wednesday and decided to take my mind off neymar for a minute. "He's probably not gonna come, calm down"
I checked my phone and no body had texted me so, I must be in the clear, right? I layed on my boyfriends shoulder while shipping Wednesday and Enid in my head. The peace was suddenly broken by Giroud. "Mbappe, can you look at me real quick?"
So, I did, seems innocent enough... But when I did he immediately started making out with me. Non-conseual but I don't really mind. But he started getting on top of me more, and more, until the point where I was laying down and he was completely on top of me.
"Fuck..." I thought, I got bricked up pretty fast. Bricked up to the point that I was about to cream my pants without him touching me. I think he noticed. He started to pull my shorts down slowly, I was technically begging for it now. Before going futher he asked "Do you want me to?" oh, now he ask. "Please do" I said desperately. Now I needed to be touched.
Before he could do anything, we were interuppted by a knock at the door...
I love leaving people on cliffhangers
TO BE CONTINUED
