Kylian Mbappé x Oliver Giroud
Fluffiest Fluff <3
Top — Oliver (24Years of age)
Bottom — Kylian (22 Years of age)
Sum: Since Kylian and Oliver met in kindergarten, they were inseparable. Kylian was always the smiling sunshine while Oliver was grumpy and bad-tempered, regardless they never stopped being with each other. Kylian realized he loved Oliver since Highschool and he doesn't care showing it to him, telling him. But Oliver never returned the love, but that didn't matter to Kylian.
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Oliver Giroud
Wet water drops were falling from my hair to the ground as I left the bathroom. I put on some clothes and perfume: Chanel allure homme sport. He always tells me how good I smell with that perfume. While I was dressing up, I heard my phone ringing. I looked over my nightstand and as I read who was calling me, my heart made a weird flip. "God, this idiot won't leave me alone for one day, huh?" I muttered to myself. At first I was thinking about ignoring his call, but the thought of him complaining the whole day of me not answering is way worse. So I picked up.
"Be mine" was the first thing he said.
I sighed tiredly.
"Is that a line from the book you're reading?"
"Uh-Uh (no)"
"Then stop saying that"
"Why? Are you feeling uncomfortable when I tell you that?" he asked full of curiousness.
"What? No, of course not. I don't care"
"Oh okay"
"..."
"..."
"Oliver?"
"What is it, Kylian?"
"I'm 101 percent sure that you are all I ever think about"
"Kylian"
"Yes, handsome?
"Do you ever shut up?"
"I guess not. Do you want me to shut up?
"Nothing more"
"Fine, I'm willing to do anything in order to make you happy!"
"you're an idiot"
"..."
"Why won't you say something back?"
"..."
"Kylian, are you still there?"
Suddenly I got a text from him. Why's he just not telling me? We are literally on a call.
I switched over to our chat to check what he had texted me.
"You told me to shut up".
A loud sigh escaped my mouth,
"You can talk again".
"Thank god. There's still so much that I wanted to tell you, you know?"
"Well, what?"
"I have missed you so much, handsome!"
"We saw each other yesterday night"
"I know and that's the problem. Do you wanna come over to mine?"
"Why?"
"So I can't touch your soft hair. And we could cuddle a bit. Oh and would it be alright if I borrow your sweater? It smells like you"
I felt my cheeks getting warmer. No, my whole body. I'll decrease the temperature in here, it's probably on the highest point.
"yeah...I'll pass"
"What? why?
"I have other things to do today"
"Oh"
"Sorry". I'm not sorry.
I was just about to end the call until I heard a cough from the other side of the line.
"are you sick?" I asked without hesitation.
"huh? no, I'm not" he said, coughing a bit again.
"Stay right where you are" I ordered, looking for my keys.
"But wh-", I hung up before he could say something more.
Kylian
What the hell is this man doing to me? My heart flutters by him just talking, saying my name, breathing. While I was working on something, I heard the door bell ring. He's here.
I jumped with a grin on my face, and ran towards the door to unlock it. The first thing I did was observing his pretty face, then his stomach and all the way down to his sneakers. Then I looked him in the eyes again, smiling widely. I couldn't read his expression (as always) but he simply just stared at me. I felt butterflies in my stomach and I immediately went in for a hug. "You smell good" I murmured after he distanced himself again to come in. "Kylian you need to stay in bed" he said, ignoring my compliment. I grinned to myself, he falls for everything. "Okay, but you need to come with me in my bed!" I said walking behind him towards the living room. "Just lay on the couch and I'll make you some soup. You'll feel better".
I nodded, making my way to the couch where I had a perfect view on the kitchen and Oliver making the food. While he did so, his muscles were defined properly in his white shirt. I was just lying there and admiring him.
