#KYKY

[jkkyks]

So here is the deal, if he stared at me like that, u might find me searching on our wedding venues and all yk. Just sayin

[mbebe-fc]

a mom and her mischievous kid

[wavypotatochips]

i have something in my mind

could you write kylian having an important meeting but readers at home and she’s sick and she calls kylian but he doesn’t answer and when he comes home he sees her like she fainted or she’s very sick?i need some comfort kylian , 😊 thank you

𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮 | 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

Word Count : 1k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Ugh I love 'comfort someone who is sick' scenarios, they are always so cute to me (': Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you like how I conveyed your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

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You're lying in bed, feeling absolutely terrible. Your head is pounding, your nose is stuffy, and your body feels like it's on fire. You know you need more medicine to help with your fever, so you grab your phone to text your boyfriend, Kylian.

You type out a message asking him to bring you more medicine. You wait anxiously for a response, but none comes.

You start to feel frustrated and helpless. You're in so much pain, and you need his help, but you don't want to seem too needy as well. You try to distract yourself by watching TV or reading a book, but you can't focus on anything.

As time passes, you start to feel worse. You're so uncomfortable, and the pain seems to be getting worse. You decide to try texting Kylian again, hoping that he's finished with whatever he is doing and can come to your rescue.

But once again, there's no response. You feel like you're in agony, and you don't know what to do. You start to worry that something might be seriously wrong with you. You try to call Kylian, but his phone goes straight to voicemail.

You're feeling so alone and helpless, and it's making you even more anxious. You wish that you had someone to take care of you, but you know that Kylian is a very busy man and you don't want to bother him.

Meanwhile, Kylian is in a very important meeting with Nike, discussing a collaboration that could potentially skyrocket his career to new heights. The room is filled with executives, all intently focused on the discussion, their eyes trained on Kylian as he presents his ideas and strategies that he has been meticulously working on for months. He is confident and articulate, impressing everyone in the room with his creativity and expertise.

As the meeting reaches its final stages, Kylian's phone vibrates loudly on the table, interrupting the otherwise silent atmosphere. His phone is upside down, so he cannot see who is blowing up his notifications. He lets out a small laugh in front of the executives and reaches for his phone, apologizing for the interruption, and quickly silencing it.

As the meeting comes to an end, Kylian turns on his phone while walking back to the car. The notifications are coming in slowly since the phone has restarted, but he sees there are multiple missed calls and messages from you. He tries to call you back, but there is no answer. He feels a growing sense of concern, wondering what could be wrong. Kylian calls again, but there is still no answer. He starts to worry that something might be seriously wrong now and quickly gets into the car, practically speeding to the house you two share.

As Kylian drives, his mind races with all the possibilities of what could be wrong. He remembers that you mentioned feeling a bit under the weather starting last night,, but he didn't think it was anything serious. Now, he starts to wonder if he should have taken your symptoms more seriously. Before turning into the neighborhood, he is stopped by a red light, causing him to groan in frustration. He picks up his phone and goes to the messages, finally seeing all the messages you sent hours ago. He feels terrible for not being there for you.

Once the light turns green, Kylian quickly stops at a local CVS to pick up medication. Luckily, it is nighttime, and there are not many people out, so he is able to use the self-checkout without any delay. As he rushes home, Kylian's mind is filled with worry and guilt. He hopes that he can make it up to you and provide the care and attention that you deserve.

Kylian's heart pounds in his chest as he frantically searches for you, his mind racing with worry. When he finally spots you in the living room, his heart sinks at the sight of your weakened state. You look so pale and fragile, as if a gentle breeze could knock you over. He rushes to your side, setting down the medication and taking a seat beside you. He gently places his hand on your forehead, feeling the heat radiating from your body, realizing that you have a fever. Kylian's heart aches at the sight of you in this condition.

You let out a soft groan as Kylian's hand brushes your forehead, sending sharp waves of pain through your head. You slowly open your eyes, feeling Kylian's concerned gaze on you. You try to speak, but he quickly silences you with a gentle shake of his head, "I'm so sorry, my love. Stay still and let me take care of you now." He leans down to kiss your forehead lightly, being sure not to cause any unnecessary movement.

Kylian's sole focus for the next few hours is taking care of you. He knows that you haven't eaten all day, and so he prepares some porridge for you. He carefully places a small amount in a cup and brings it over to you, helping you sit up so that you can eat. He even adds your medication to the porridge, knowing that it will be easier for you to take. You are extremely nauseous, but Kylian remains calm, reassuring you and helping you take the medicine.

Once you've finished eating and taking your medication, Kylian scoops you up gently in his arms and carries you to the bedroom. He places you softly on the bed, making sure that you are comfortable and have everything you need. Throughout the night, Kylian remains by your side, checking your temperature, bringing you water, and comforting you with soothing words. He feels guilty that he wasn't there for you earlier, but he is determined to make up for it by being the best partner possible.

Eventually, the medication starts to take effect, and your fever begins to subside. You drift off to sleep, with Kylian sitting beside you, holding your hand, feeling grateful that he can be there for you when you need him the most. As the night wears on, Kylian's focus remains solely on you, forgetting about his work responsibilities and everything else. His only concern is your well-being, and he is willing to do whatever it takes to make sure you recover quickly.

[mbappeward]

when he finds out about your stretch marks you were hiding - kylian mbappe imagine

Looking into the mirror, glancing at your hips, you traced each of your stretch marks with your eyes. Disgusting. That's how you felt and thought of you the whole time.

Having stretch marks was a completely normal thing almost everyone owned somewhere on their body, but you were never able to be satisfied with the fact. You never found them pretty or "normal" on you. You did everything to hide them, even from your boyfriend Kylian.

Not once has the thought of him being disgusted by your stretch marks crossed your mind, but still... -you never wanted him to see them.

Whenever you were intimate with each other, you made sure it only happened during the evening-night time so he wouldn't be able to notice your stretch marks on your hips. Of course, he didn't only want to be intimate with you in the night, but during the day as well, but whenever he was trying you just gave him excuses like "I'm not in the mood" or "I'm on my period".

He never knew that you were actually just hiding from him because of your stretch marks.

You let out a sigh, quickly pulling your shorts up to cover your stretch marks before you walked out of your shared bedroom.

"It feels so good to take a shower" you said as you entered the living room, watching your boyfriend kylian casually laying on the couch while watching TV. "What are you watching?" you asked curiously, plopping down next to him, resting your head against his muscular arm. "Nothing really, just switching between the channels" he responded, eyes on the screen.

You turn your back to see the clock on the wall, realizing it's only four in the afternoon, before turning back to the TV. "Everything is boring" your heard your boyfriend murmur, turning the TV off by pressing the button on the remote.

"Are these my shorts?" Kylian suddenly asked has his eyes met your figure next to him. "Yeah, they looked pretty cool so I wanted to wear them. I hope that's okay for you though" your voice softened as you realized that you've never asked for his permission to wear his shorts. "It's okay, the look cute on you" he leaned closer to your face, placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

The kiss felt good, well actually, amazing.

Kylian cupped one of your cheeks with his big hand, his other one pulling your body closer to his, making you straddle his lap. You found yourself wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him passionately and lustful until you felt him going in for the next step.

"Kylian-" you called out, watching him raising his brows slightly, waiting for a response. "We can't today, I'm still on my period" you lied, watching him sighing and groaning mentally.

"I think this is the right time for us to talk" Kylian let out and you got off of his lap, narrowing your brows at him. "What do you mean?" you asked confused, feeling a knot in your stomach as you could imagine what he was going to say.

"You know I'm not a man who would ever pressure you into things you can't do or don't want to and I also respect each of your decisions, but there's something that just doesn't make sense to me and I need you to explain it to me" he admitted.

He knew it.

"I've noticed that during the day, whenever we make out together, you don't go any further except when it's night. You always excuse yourself by saying "you're on your period" or you're not in the mood-which I totally respect, don't get me wrong-but it's getting a bit suspicious and I just want to ask you if there's anything I need to know?" Kylian explained very calmly and for a moment, you thought you'd be able to admit everything and just tell him the little secret of yours, but a second later and you already felt too uncertain to do it.

"Oh! N-No, no Kylian everything's fine. It's also really weird to me why we only manage to do it in the night, but yeah I have my period and I also barely feel like doing it during the day because of my hormones I guess" you awkwardly laughed, watching him nod.

"I understand, thank you for clarifying" he said and you gave him a small nod, feeling the embarrassment through your entire body.

"But at least let me kiss those pretty lips of yours" Kylian said lowly, leaning to press his soft lips on yours. Your placed your hand on his chest, sliding it up until you reached the back of his hand to pull him closer to you.

The embarrassing feeling wasn't leaving you, you just tried to ignore it and let Kylian kiss it away for you, but deep down it was there and sooner or later you had to tell him the truth.

"Your lips feel so warm" He commented during the kiss, making your heart flutter in your chest.

He pulled away from your kiss, grabbed you by your hips and let you straddle his lap again. "I like this sight of you" he smirked and pressed his lips once again on yours, kissing you with the lust he had to hold back, because you couldn't be fully intimate with him.

Kylian has always loved touching your bare skin, whether during your intimate time or just randomly during the day. He'd always slide his hand under your shirt to grab you by your waist and pull you closer to him, his hand still resting on the spot or just caressing your skin under your clothing when you cuddled together.

During the greedy kiss, you felt his two hands pulling your shorts slightly down to have a good grip of your hips, but a gasp escaped your lips as you pulled away with a flinch.

"Y/n" his tone was cold, as if he knew you were lying to him.  "Kylian I-I can explain" you said frustrated, feeling like an idiot as you looked into his concerned eyes. "There's something I've been hiding since the day we started dating and I just never had the courage to show you or tell you, because I, myself, feel so disgusted by it" you confessed, his eyes wandering down to your hips.

��He took the fabric bet his fingers and slightly pulled on it to see what you were hiding from him, but the moment his eyes met your stretch marks, you could see him narrowing his eyes.

"That's what you've been hiding from me? Stretch marks?" he asked, and you gave him a nod, feeling a big knot in your throat as you forged yourself not to cry.

"Babe you scared me for a second, but stretch marks are completely normal I don't get why you were so scared to tell or show me. Actually you wouldn't even have to do that, because I don't mind them and it's nothing a human being should be informed about, before seeing a body. It's completely normal thing that belongs to us humans" he explained softly and you felt your tears forming in your eyes.

"I don't know kylian, I just feel so disgusting" you cried on his shoulder, feeling him caressing your back while hugging you tightly and carressing your hair. "Babe, please don't cry" he comforted you, and you sniffed before pulling away from him with teary eyes.

"Where you scared that I wouldn't find you attractive anymore after finding out about your stretch marks?" Kylian asked softly and you gave him a nod, watching his expression change into a sad one.

"Y/n, listen" he spoke.

"You're the hottest and most gorgeous woman I've ever came across and nothing, really nothing", he emphasized the nothing, "will ever make me see you differently, not your stretch marks or any other things" he confirmed, wiping your tears away.

"Stretch marks are normal y/n, and I would never think of you differently. It's saddening me how you think of yourself when in real life-you look so absolutely stunning and gorgeous" he said, making you giggle through your sniffles.

"Was that also the reason you didn't want to be intimate with me during the day?" he asked very careful, but you nodded, not wanting to hide anything from him ever again.

It felt good to let it out, to tell him the truth and making him aware of your current worries and thoughts, but you still felt very disgusting.

"Babe.." he softly said, pushing your hair behind your ear.

"You know what? Let me showing you something" he said and lifted you by your thighs, walking towards the bedroom.

"Look into the mirror" he almost demanded as he put you down, caging the mirror.

"What do you see?" Kylian asked and you took a deep breath.

"Myself" you answered simply. "And if you see yourself now, what do you think of yourself?" he continued asking.

"Without my stretch marks I think I'm actually pretty okay looking, but when I see them I just feel so disgusting" you respond, feeling his hands on your hips.

"Okay, and now let me ask you another question. If I pull your shorts down and make your stretch marks appear, do they change anything on your face? Do they change the shape of your body? Do they change your personality?" he asked and you shook your head as a response. "Exactly, they're just there and they don't change anything about you" Kylian said and you watched his eyes softening.

"When I look into the mirror now, I only see a beautiful woman, my woman", he corrected himself, "and all I see is your beautiful smile, your beautiful eyes and your beautiful personality you're carrying with you right here whether with or without stretch marks" he said and pointed at your heart.

"Don't focus on something so small that won't change you in any way. They're a part of you yes, but nothing you should be embarrassed about" he turned you around so your face would finally face him, your body pressed against his.

"And also, I think they look sexy on you" he complements you, making your blush heavily.

He was right.

It was a part of your body, but nothing that would change your entire appearance. It was still hard for you to fully accept it and look at yourself without any doubting or negative thoughts, but kylians words made you realize that you were just focusing too much on something so small which led you forget about your entire appearance and other parts of your body you actually like. 

"You're making me blush now" you said softly behind your hands which you used for hiding your face. "Don't be shy now what I'm saying is just the truth" he said and took your hands to reveal your face.

"You look very sexy with them on your hips" he smirked with lust growing inside his eyes, making you giggle. "Thank you kyky, thank you for all of your kind words that made me realize that it's not all about my stretch marks but me in general. I was focusing too much on them which made forget about the things I actually like on my body and yeah.. I wanted to thank you for that" you shyly thanked him, placing a soft peck against his lips. Kylian chuckled and leaned in to place his lips back on yours, kissing them gently before cupping your cheeks.

"Baby, I still respect all of your decisions and if you're still not ready to do it now it's okay, but I need you so bad right now" Kylian admitted frustrated, making you giggle.

"I want you too" you smile at him, before he crashed his lips on yours, kissing you with the desire he had to hold back the entire time.

(you can imagine what happens next lol)

{Please don’t ever be insecure about stretch marks, because they’re completely normal and make you unique!! 🤍}

[femme4ngel]

i wanted to hold you ~

𐐪♡𐑂 pure fluff

𐐪♡𐑂 pairing: kylian mbappe x fem reader

its 3 am and your wide awake, starring at the darkness. the moon is huge outside, shining slightly into the room through the huge windows, landing on kylians beautiful face. you wonder how is it possible that the light isn’t waking him up. you adore his face, his smooth skin and cheeks, his perfect lips and eyebrows.

you toss yourself around for a while, then grab your blanket and quietly walk to the window. you look up at the dark sky, the million stars, the huge full moon, the empty parisian streets, the eiffel tower. its all so beautiful and peaceful, your heart is calm. suddenly you hear kylian murmuring, and you turn around seeing him touching your empty spot on the bed. hes half awake with a confused look on his face, his eyes half shut, the blanket tangled around his body. you look at him smiling for a second and then climb back into bed, wrapped up into the blanket.

“ hi baby, im here, i just couldn’t sleep” - you tell him, caressing his face and looking at him with love and adoration. these moments are your favorite. the small, quiet ones with only you and him.

kylian looks at you with furrowed eyebrows, with a kid like expression on his face. he’s sometimes like this, like an angry kid, clingy and desperate for attention.

“ i just woke up to you not being here. i wanted to hold you.” - he says while grabbing your waist softly, holding you closer to him, so your chest is pressed against his.

“ im here”- you say softly, holding his face in your hands, giving him kisses all over his face. he giggles and you can feel him blush even in the dark. you end up snuggling against his chest, the blankets all over eachother, your bodies tangled together. he falls asleep in a second, and you slowly drift off to sleep listening to his breathing.

[kykymbapp3]

- attention freak -

summary; mbappe was playing fifa with neymar, vitinha, and sergio all day. you missed him, you missed his touch. so you became desperate. you were ready to do whatever it took to please him.

content; SMUT. blowjob, spanking, size kink, teasing, dirty talk, dom!mbappe - sub!reader, mbappe being a total sucker for you, getting caught, confrontation.

word count; 883 words (IM SORRY ITS SO SHORT)

quick a/n!!; HII!! ok so this is my first smut story ive writting so PLEASEEE bare with me here😭 ENJOY MY LOVESS!

you always knew how much mbappe loved his friends. you thought it was sweet, but you didn't think it was enough to ignore you all day in his jersey. he had been playing FIFA with some fellow teammates since 9 AM. it was now 3 PM. "kyky, do you want food?" you asked him, thanking god he could even hear you over his friends on the headset. "no but thanks for asking amor." you always felt weak at the knees for his pet names. you respected his boundaries and understood he couldn't be with you every second of every day. but this was too much. you walked over to him and sat next to him. you could hear neymar cursing at mbappe in portuguese because mbappe scored against him. you took this as an opportunity. you knew it wasn't a big deal, but still, you start clapping and saying how proud you were of him. he looked at you confused. once he looked at you, he knew what you were doing.

you looked at him with doe eyes and a big smile across your face. you had your hands fiddling in your lap. "fuck." he groaned softly at the feeling of his erection growing every second he looked at you. you grinned in happiness that it worked, you would finally get the attention you had been waiting for what felt like years! almost immediately he clicked the mute button on his headset and threw it next to him. he picked you up and sat you rather comfortably on his lap. "is this what you want? you little whore begging for my attention." he growled. you felt pathetic. "answer" he demanded as he grabbed your breasts from under your shirt. you couldn't say a word. he had you mesmerized. "yes, oh fuck!" you moaned out as he started playing with your nipples. you felt your panties starting to get soaked as you felt his growing erection twitching under your core. every twitch making you whimper. "good girl" he grinned. without even realizing it, you start grinding on his lap. mbappe threw back his head in pleasure and groaned slightly. you started taking off his jersey but he stopped you almost immediately. "keep it on, I want to fuck your pretty little mouth in my jersey" you whimpered. god, he was fucking sexy.

he picked you up and put you on the floor on your knees. he took off his shorts and boxers. even after months of dating, you never could get used to his size. 11 inches long. you giggled at the sight of his hard cock in front of you. "fuck your huge" you moaned as you start stroking your hand up and down. occasionally you would play with his balls. "mon amour, enough with the teasing." he breathed out shakily. you slowly shoved his cock into your mouth. you felt his cock twitch in your mouth when you started to moan on his cock. you tried your hardest to go down all the way. he had his eyes closed but when he opened them all he could see was you with red, hollow cheeks, and teary eyes. "let me help you" he grinned. he started to thrust his hips into your mouth. eventually, your gag reflex kicked in and you had to tap out. he pulled out immediately and you caught your breath. "are you ok ?" he asked you. "yeah im fine, let me make you cum" you said. you put his cock back in your mouth.

you started to play with his balls again and suck on them. "f-fuck amor im close" he moaned. he thrust his hips into once again, this time not as far. you gagged a little but kept going. you ran your tongue over his tip, which was now red and swollen. he started to spank your ass which caused you to whimper. he kneaded your ass like he was making pizza dough. soft and gentle. you spit on his cock and started palming his tip. "fuck kylian your so fucking big" you moaned as you sucked on the tip. which sent him over the edge. he shot streams of hot cum down your throat. "did you swallow?" he asked you while caressing your cheek. you nodded, the salty residue still left in your mouth. "open." he demanded. you did as he said, you opened your mouth to show him that you did in fact swallow. he smiled at you and kissed your forehead. he went to go get a towel to clean the spit off of your chin and neck.

you left shortly after to go take a nap because you were tired. "ok sorry guys im back" he said relieved. "dude next time mute" neymar said. what? what did he mean by that? "shit. you heard" mbappe groaned. "i muted though!" you yelled. "you muted on ps4, not on FIFA." vitinha added. "your lucky, if i had a girl that could suck like that. i would always pay attention to her." ramos snickered as he heard you practically begging for his attention. "shut the fuck up dick" he muttered. "hey, hey, calm down. just because you got yours sucked doesn't mean you can be a dick." neymar laughed. he sighed. he knew they were going to tease him for ages about this.

a/n; HI AGAINNN! i hope you enjoyed um im really sorry that its so short but i kinda lost motivation at some points. anyways have a wonderful day/night luvbugs!💗

[judes-hoe]

My baby is so happy here🤭🥺

[a-moment-captured]

This is why he is loved by so many! 🖤🤍

[boobo13cambridge]

O Re Piya | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x f.Reader

Warnings: kissing, fingering.

Summary: It’s the day of your brother’s wedding, and you're running late. The main culprit: your handsy husband who can’t seem to control himself seeing you in a lehenga. 

A/N: Hello, everyone! I’ve been MIA for a few weeks because I was dealing with a lot of personal issues. I wrote this sporadically and I really wanted to finish this for you guys. Please leave me feedback, I would greatly appreciate it. Enjoy, lovelies ❣️

Nazrein bolen duniya bole

(The glances are telling, the world knows)

dil ki zaban haaye dil ki zubaan

(The story of my heart, oh, the story of my heart)

Ishq maange ishq chahe koi toofan

(Love prays, love wishes for a hurricane (to stir the life within))

The sun rose high in the sky, painting the world in a warm and golden glow. The flowers, arranged with care and love, burst into full bloom, their petals as vibrant and colourful as the bride's lehenga. The sun's rays kissed each delicate petal, illuminating their beauty with an ethereal glow.

The gentle breeze danced through the trees, carrying with it the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the delicate rustling of leaves. The birds chirped merrily, their songs adding to the symphony of the day. The sound was a soft and soothing melody, one that filled the air with tranquillity and joy. 

The guests, dressed in their finest attire, basked in the warmth of the sun and the beauty of the day, and the groom’s sister was still hidden from the common eye as she struggled to get ready, the emotional toll of the day a huge weigh on her delicate shoulders. Thankfully, her husband was out helping her family to lessen the burden and give her some breathing room to get ready. 

As the young beauty came out of the bathroom leaving behind a cloud of jasmine and oud, her makeup delicately done to match the pink hues of her lehenga and her long black hair flowing down her back in delicate waves, her eyes were immediately drawn to the soft, delicate hues of her lehenga. A vision in light pink, the fabric flowed like a gentle stream, its folds and creases catching the light of the sun in a breathtaking display.

The intricate embroidery, painstakingly crafted by skilled artisans, was a masterpiece of intricate design, with every stitch and bead radiating its own unique brilliance. The shimmering stones, like sparkling stars in the sky, adorned the hem and neckline of the lehenga, casting a soft and iridescent glow.

She carefully slipped into the choli, the bodice fit her like a glove, accentuating her curves. Next, the young woman delicately dragged on the lehenga, the flowing skirt that trailed behind her seemed to float like a soft cloud, dancing around her legs with each step. She felt like one of those Disney princesses that she used to love as a little girl. 

Her eyes caught the reflection in the mirror, and she gasped at the sight before her. The lehenga had transformed her, turning her into a radiant beauty. She reached for the matching dupatta, draping it over her right shoulder and allowing it to cascade down her back and flow in the front in a soft wave.

As she finished getting ready, spraying the perfume her beloved got her, spreading the rich aroma of amber and jasmine around the room,  her very own prince charming entered the room. His dark eyes widened, and his breath caught in his throat as he beheld her beauty.

"Mon amour," he whispered, his voice filled with wonder and desire, "you are absolutely stunning. How did I ever get so lucky to have you?"

His hands reached out to caress the delicate fabric of her lehenga, his fingers tracing the intricate embroidery with awe. His gaze lingered on the gentle curve of her waistline, the soft curve of her hips, and the delicate tilt of her plump lips.

A warm blush crept up her cheeks as she closed her eyes and basked in the sweet affection of his touch, savouring the feel of his hands on her skin. “Kylian…arrête. We need to be downstairs, they’re waiting for us.”

"Mmm, bébé. Je suis fou de toi," he murmured, his voice low and husky with lust. "You take my breath away, mon amour. You are like a goddess, come to earth to bless me with your beauty."

She felt her cheeks darken as he whispered words of adoration and love into her ear. Her heart swelled with affection and gratitude for this man who made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

Kylian drew her close, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her into his embrace. He pressed his lips to the nape of her neck, trailing kisses down her smooth skin each one filled with deep and abiding love that she felt deep in her bones. Her body responded to his touch, her skin igniting with a fire that burned hot and bright. She revelled in the sensation of his hands on her body, leaning into him, his touch igniting her senses and sending her heart racing.

But even as her desire for him grew, she knew they couldn't stay here forever. They needed to join the rest of the family, to celebrate her brother's wedding. People would get suspicious if they didn’t come down, especially as the groom’s older sister, her presence was imperative.

"Kylian, we need to go," she murmured, her voice tinged with reluctance. "Everyone is waiting for us."

The young football star groaned in frustration, his hands tightening around her waist. "Just a few more minutes, ma chérie," he pleaded. "I can't resist you in this lehenga. You look so beautiful."

Despite the minutes ticking away, she smiled at his words, slowly losing the will to push him away. “Kylian, s’il-vous-plaît, we need t-”

Kylian’s lips found hers in a fierce, passionate kiss, cutting her off. The flames of desire and passion that had been building between the two lovers erupted and surrounded them in an inferno. Kylian's hands roamed freely over her body, tracing the curves of her hips and the gentle slope of her breasts. She moaned softly, her body responding to his touch with a fire that burned deep within her. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as he kissed her hungrily, his hands trying to reach every part of her body with increasing urgency.

She felt his muscles tense under her fingertips as he lifted her effortlessly, carrying her towards the bed. He lay her down gently, his eyes never leaving her as he hovered over her, his breath hot on her skin. Looking into his eyes, she felt an indescribable emotion pass through her, it was as if every particle in her body was intertwining with her beloved’s. The surge of emotions made her breathless as she gently cradled Kylian’s face in her hands. “Je t’aime si fort, Ky.”

Kylian’s intense gaze softened slightly as he turned slightly to kiss her hand, “Je t’aime, mon coeur. You’re my everything, my complete half. I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have you in my life.”

His confession brought tears to her eyes. A single drop threatened to fall but he gently wiped it, summarizing in that moment all that he was to her. 

Chalna aahiste ishq naya hai

(Tread carefully as this love is new)

Pehla Yeh Vada Humne Kiya Hai

(This is the first time I've taken a vow)

Uniting their lips in a soft embrace, Kylian gently swiped her bottom lip with his tongue. She obtained her mouth to let him in, as their tongues came together in a passionate dance that sent sparks to her every extremity. As they grew needy, Kylian's hands roamed over her body with an intense hunger, his lips trailing down her neck, pausing to nuzzle against her collarbone. She gasped in pleasure as he continued to explore her body, his touch igniting sparks of pleasure that spread through her like wildfire.

His fingers found their way to the soft curves of her breasts, and he squeezed them gently, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. “Kylian, more.”

His touch was electric, sending waves of desire through her body. She arched her back, pressing herself into him, eager for more of his touch. Kylian's fingers kneaded her breasts with increasing urgency, his touch growing more intense as he sought to pleasure her. He toyed with her nipples, flicking them with his thumb and forefinger, causing her body to tremble with delight. She moaned his name, her breath coming in short gasps as she surrendered to his touch. 

One of his hands trailed down her lehenga lifting it up with urgency so he could explore wet heat between her soft thighs. His breathing grew ragged as his fingers brushed the soaking lacy fabric. 

“Kylian, we can’t. We have to go,” she protested while pushing herself into his fingers for more friction. “Bébé, let me just make you feel good, oui?” 

He pushed her panties to the side and shoved two fingers in her tight eat as she let out a loud moan. Kylian didn't want to silence her wanting to hear her moan her name in that breathless, needy tone. 

He curved his fingers reaching that spot that had her eyes crossing as she clung to his muscled back, desperate whimpers leaving her painted lips. Kylian buried his face in the valley of her breasts, his tongue leaving a wet sheen that gleamed in the sunlight. 

As the knot in her stomach tightened, Kylian increased his pace, his fingers and mouth working in perfect harmony to drive her to the brink of ecstasy. She clung to him desperately, her nails digging into his skin as she surrendered herself to his touch.

“Ky-Kylian, I’m gonna cum. Please, let me cum,” she begged as the pleasure was too much.

“Cum, bébé. Cum for me.”

Searing hot pleasure raced through her body, as she exploded, tightening around Kylian’s fingers which were still thrusting at a steady, helping her through her orgasm.

As she came down, her breathing hard and cheeks high with colour, she opened her eyes to Kylian looking down at her with soft eyes as he placed delicate kisses on her face.

“Hi, mon coeur. Enjoy yourself?” he asked cheekily. Giggling she grabbed his cheeks and bit his nose playfully. “You know I did it, you cheeky brat.”

A loud knock on the door made them both freeze, the moment shattered by the intrusion. "Kylian, Y/N, it's time to go! The baraat* is ready!" called out a voice from outside the door.

“Coming!”, she answered slightly panicked. Pushing her husband off and rushing to the mirror. Her lehenga choli was a little crinkled, and her mascara was smudged under her eyes. “Kylian! You ruined my dress and makeup, merde.” 

Rolling his eyes, Kylian came behind her and gently wrapped his arms around her, leaving a quick kiss on her neck. “T’inquiète, mon amour. I’ll help you, you’ll be fine.”

Shaking her head, she realized at that moment that while her beloved was definitely going to get them in trouble, she wouldn't trade him for anything in the world.

End Note:

*Baraat: a celebratory wedding procession that escorts the groom, who is traditionally on horseback, to the site of the wedding.

[jkkyks]

THREAD : Kylian Mbappe finally being a real madrid player🙂‍↕️🤍.

[freshfraise]

ALL OR NOTHING - PROLOGUE

pairing: kylian mbappé x reader

summary: Childhood sweethearts. After a tearful, transformative departure at just 19, four years pass by. And now, at 23, you are being forced to awkwardly reunite with your ex-boyfriend to fulfill your dreaded journalistic duties.

author’s note: AHHHH!! i’m so excited to carry out this series honestly,,, this first chapter is a bit of insight of y/n and ky’s relationships <3333 first time writing angst also so… 🫣 give me feedback!! enjoy <3

2018 | BONDY

“I’m done.” 

You stated, as a saline tear slips out from your eye. As the tear crossed your frigid cheek and seeped into your mouth, it painfully affirmed your dread. Your gaze is stuck to the floor, tracing out patterns with weeping eyes. You realised everything too late, too late for reconciliation or any broken apologies. After the renowned World Cup win a couple months ago, the dynamic between you and Kylian changed. It felt like you two were in two completely different universes, attempting to find a common ground. It just wasn’t feasible. You felt neglected, and he once knew how much you despised feeling needy. You hated begging your boyfriend to talk to you for a couple minutes or to kiss you for a few seconds.

You were sat at the kitchen island, as Kylian stood in front of you, grasping your hands and scanning your solemn face intently, attempting to decipher the magnitude of your statement. Just minutes prior, you called him here to discuss something dire, not expecting yourself to be capable of wholly following through afterwards.

“Wh- What?” Kylian stuttered, clearly confused at your revelation. One hand left your right hand’s grasp, and squeezed your forearm fondly. The other hand, cupped your chin, picking up your jaw and forcing your irises to connect with his. You could barely make out his face with tears clouding your vision, but in spite of that, you could still make out a distraught expression on his countenance. 

“Please stop crying, Je t’aime. Talk to me.” He uttered, as he placed a small peck on both your eyelids. You shivered under his touch. It was the first time in months that you were physically  reminded of his affection for you. That he once loved you. Instinctively, you leaned forward to meet his forehead, remaining connected. “Talk to me.” He murmured gently, his thumb still rubbing your shaking hands.

With an exasperated sigh, you broke off from him tearfully, because you knew if you stayed any longer, all of this pent up courage would be gone and you would fall right back into his doting arms. He pinched his lips together, apprehensive of what’s to come.

“I’m breaking up with you,” You couldn’t believe the words that were stumbling out of your mouth. Your sweaty hands quivering, you try your hardest to clasp any sort of poise. Kylian stood still, on the other side of the island, utterly in shock of what you’d said. He bit his bottom lip and pulled his head back towards the ceiling. 

“Don’t do this. Please. You’re the only thing in my life that feels right.” He whispered, under his breath, his voice trembling. Your heart pulsated harshly, feeling a deep, throbbing hurt in every inch of your body. Tears threaten to spill from the crevices of your eyes, so, similarly to Kylian, you tip your head towards the ceiling and fiercely bite your tongue.

“This is probably the longest we’ve been together in weeks, Ky. We barely- We don’t talk to each other anymore. We don’t touch each other, it’s like I’m living with a stranger. It hurts, but- despite everything, despite all the hurt, I don’t want you to sacrifice your ambition for anyone. Not even me. I’ve told you that since we were fourteen. And even though I told you to, right now, you’re so focused on these dreams, that I don’t know whether to be proud or hurt.” You expressed, without much thought or pause.

He nodded mindlessly. His nostril flared outwards as he breathed out shakily, flashing an unsolicited dimple. In a few strides, he engulfed you in a hug. You counted each heartbeat that reverberated against your face, as he stared down at you lovingly. “You know when I told you we were different, unlike other couples?” You whisper against his chest. He hesitated briefly, his breath catching in his throat at the memory, then nodded. “I meant it. Which is why I know we’ll find our way back to each other again.”

He pulled out of the hug steadily, and made his way towards a seat. His lean arms propped up on his knees, he places his strained eyes in his calloused palms. “Kylian?”

He sits up, his eyes blood red. His eyebrows slanted inwards, he shakes his head painfully. A wave of sadness crashes into your heart, as you watch him fight back tears.

“I love you, and I don’t want to be with anyone else but you, Y/N. Je veux fonder une famille avec toi. Épouse-la. It’s always going to be you. Only you. Forever and always. You are my past, present and future. Ma vie.” He says strained, his breath catching and forming a feeble hiccup. You grew up with him, and both of you knew that you wanted to continue doing so with each other. You couldn’t imagine it any other way. You let out a deep sigh and bit the skin of your cheek. You walk towards him, leaning down to cup his tear stained face.

“Kylian Mbappé, I am in love with you. I have been my whole entire life, and that won’t change. No matter how much it may look like it, I will never be able to love someone like how I love you. Right now, we both need time to ourselves. To get better, to grow. We aren’t giving each other our 100%, and we’ve always said-”

“All or nothing.” He finished your sentence, nodding regrettably. 

“All or nothing.”

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chapter one

[wavypotatochips]

and for the mbappe recognition, can I request kylian's brother ethan feeling upset bc of how media pressures him to be like his older brother but he doesn't want to worry his family so he keeps it a secret, for some reason he feels like he can open up to kylian's gf and she gives him a pep talk saying he's gonna make his own legacy and accidentally kylian overhears it and feels so happy his little brother trusts her and how nice she is to him that he falls in love with her even more. u can give it ur own spin, this is just an idea, thank u in advance 💓

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 | 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

Word Count : 1.5k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: SLAAAAAY MORE MBAPPE RECOGNITION!!! Of course I don't mind writing about anyone, but more Neymar and Mbappe please c; teehee Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN, currently covered in college work so as of now uploads will mainly be on weekends. Thank you for your patience c’: ♥

Kylian asked you earlier in the day if you would mind picking up his younger brother from futebal practice because he wouldn't be able to, and of course you didn't mind. When it was time to pick him up from futebal practice, you did so and brought him home. Considering how much Ethan loved to stay to himself, you did not give his abnormally quiet conduct much attention, but you could still sense something was off. Ethan is currently in the living room scrolling through his phone as you are currently preparing dinner.

Ethan fiddles with his hair as he lets out another sigh seeing a sports channel talk about his performances and comparing him to his brother once more. Ethan is proud of his brother and will always be his number 1 supporter, but he hates how he always gets compared to Kylian. He especially hates when grown men on the sports channel talk about how he isn't good and he would never be like his brother. He tries his hardest to ignore the harsh criticism, but when you constantly hear about it- it tends to build up until you cannot take it anymore. This has been going on for a while now, and the one time he tried to talk to one of his teammates who he considered a best friend, he told him to just ‘try and brush it off’ as the media will always be negative. Well, he tried to listen to his best friend but as a 16 year old, it's not surprising that it can not simply be ignored when it feels as if the public only likes you because they think they have the potential to see your brother. He felt as if when people look at him, all they think about is Kylian Mbappe, not Ethan Mbappe. He begins to contemplate if he should talk to you or not because he does not want to worry you, but he knew you were someone he could rely on. You and his brother have been dating for 3 years now, and anytime there was a minor convince- you always helped him no matter what. He shuts off his phone, deciding it is best to talk to you and begins to make his way into the kitchen.

You were preparing dinner as he was debating what to do. You put on some music and begin to prep your ingredients, carefully chopping and measuring everything. The kitchen smells amazing as you sauté garlic and onions in olive oil, adding in diced tomatoes and a sprinkle of spices.

Next, you start on the main course. You're making grilled chicken marinated in a savory mixture of soy sauce, honey, and ginger. You pat the chicken dry and place it on the grill, watching as it sizzles and cooks to perfection. While the chicken is cooking, you start on the side dish. You're making roasted sweet potatoes with a hint of cinnamon and brown sugar. You slice the sweet potatoes into thin rounds, toss them in a mixture of spices and oil, and place them in the oven to bake.

You can hear Ethan's footsteps when he enters the kitchen, indicating that the music was not played at an excessive volume. "It smells nice," he says as he takes a seat on the bar stool. You smile hearing his compliment, "I'm making chicken and roasted potatoes with asparagus for us!  Although your brother is supposed to arrive home later than expected, I don't think we should go hungry until then, am I right?," you chuckle. He scratches the side of his head and nods in agreement before saying, "Hey ummm... Can we talk for a moment, Y/N.... ,"  he murmurs the final phrase, "There's been something that just has been bothering me." 

 "Of course," you say, sensing that he wants to open up to you about something personal. 

 "It's just that...I feel like I'm always being compared to Kylian, you know? Everyone's always asking me if I'm going to be as good as him or just the media constantly nagging my every move. If I mess up just once I just get so much hate, and it's like...I don't know if I can live up to that."

 You nod sympathetically. "I can imagine that's a lot of pressure. But you don't have to be Kylian, you know? You can be your own player." 

"But that's the thing," Ethan says, looking frustrated. "I want to be my own player, but it feels like everyone's always talking about how I compare to him. Even I do it to myself sometimes."

 "Well, you're not alone," you say, trying to reassure him. "Lots of people compare themselves to others, but it's not always a helpful way to think. You're talented in your own right, and you don't have to measure up to anyone else's standards.” 

Ethan seems to relax a little, nodding along. "Yeah, I guess you're right. But it's hard not to think about it when it's all people ever talk about."

"I get that," you say as you walk over to grab two plates from the counter. "But you should focus on your own progress and improvement, not what other people think or say.  And even though you're young, you have such a huge opportunity to keep on learning and growing as a player. You have so much potential and you're constantly improving."

"But I keep making mistakes," he says with a sigh as he watches you beginning to prep the plates.

"Mistakes are a part of learning.You're going to make mistakes, but that doesn't mean you're not good enough. It means you're growing and learning. You have so much potential, and I believe in you. Just keep practicing, keep pushing yourself, and don't worry about what anyone else thinks or says. You're doing great." You speak while you put food on both plates, along with a fork and a knife, on each plate. 

 He stays quiet for a moment as he takes in the words that you tell him. A small smile appears on his face, seeming to feel a little better. "Thanks. I guess I just need to work harder."

You take both plates and set them both on the kitchen island, moving one over to Ethan as you explain, "You don't need to work harder, you just need to believe in yourself."

"And if you're really upset about it, you can always talk to Kylian about it," you say as you start chopping the roasted chicken into smaller pieces. " We both know how unfavorable the media can be toward him, and I am not a futebol star like you, so my advice may not be the greatest."

Ethan looks thoughtful. "Yeah, I guess I could talk to him about it. Thanks for listening, though. I feel like I can trust you.” He takes a bite of the asparagus.

 "Of course I'm always here if you need to talk! And even though I'm not the best futebol player, if you ever need someone to talk to or to practice with, I'm here for you. I mean who knows, maybe I'll just cross you up." You both laugh, knowing that you could definitely not do that.

When you two were eating the delicious supper you had prepared, neither of you realized that Kylian had arrived home earlier than intended and had heard all you said.

Kylian quietly opens the front door of his house and makes his way to the kitchen. As he approaches, he can hear the sound of your voice, and his younger brother's voice responding. Curiosity piqued, he peeks around the corner and sees you sitting with his brother, giving him some advice and offering some kind words. He doesn't want to interrupt, so he decides to listen in. As he hears you speak, he can't help but feel a sense of pride and admiration for you. You have always been a kind and caring person, but to see you taking the time to give his brother such motivational words is truly inspiring. Kylian takes a step back and leans against the wall, listening in to the conversation. He hears you tell his brother that he's capable of anything he sets his mind to, that he has so much potential, and that he doesn't need to compare himself to anyone else. Kylian can see the look of appreciation on his brother's face, and he can feel his own love for you grow even stronger. He thinks about how lucky he is to have you in his life, and how grateful he is for all the times you have encouraged him and supported him. He thinks about how you have always been there for him, through thick and thin, and how you always believed in him even when he didn't believe in himself.

In that moment, Kylian knows that he's found someone truly special, someone who brings out the best in him and in those around her. He knows that he'll always be grateful for your love and support, and he can't wait to see where your journey together will take you two.

[mbappeward]

when you are unable to sleep during pregnancy - kylian mbappe imagine

sleep, the word that used to have you on edge with pure anticipation and bliss was now torture to you. the way you twisted and turned from side to side, only to have your belly block your attempt at adjusting yourself made you want to cry out of frustration. looking down at your belly, you gave it a glare, starting to talk to your baby. "i cant wait until you come out," you huffed again, thinking how the baby was probably having the time of its life inside your belly while you were here dying. your head travelled slowly from your belly, up to your sleeping husband. he seemed to be in the most comfortable position ever, hugging his pillow dearly as he slept in his stomach, adding to his little soft snores that brought flavour to the room. you envied the way he slept so peacefully on his stomach when you could barely turn to the side without having the heavy baby prevent you from doing so, and so you unwillingly let out a small whimper from the overthinking that corrupted you.although your husband slept very well, he learned to be extremely cautious with you at times like this. it was probably the reason why he flinched when he heard your little whimper, looking up with squinting eyes as he panicked without knowing what the problem was. you jolted at his reaction, seeming more like he scared you rather than you being the one to scare him, it made you laugh. *what's wrong??" he sat up, his hands making their way to lift up your shirt so that he could ease his hands through your belly, a sigh rushing past your lips at the touch of his hands. "nothings wrong, I just, i cant seem to sleep so comfortably…" you spoke guilty. he looked like he was upset just because his eyes were taking a bit too long to adjust to the lights, expression looking like he was throwing a glare towards you. his hand left your belly for a split second to pull his hair back and to rub his eyes before fully letting them open. his hands immediately coming back to you."aw baby, I'm sorry, are you experiencing any type of cramping or anything? you're okay right?" he confirmed, you nodding your head to his question so that he knew it was nothing that serious. he breathed out, slumping back on the bed as his eyes closed for a quick minute before opening them up again, looking towards you. "are you sleepy?" you heard him ask. you closed your eyes before nodding at him. "very, kylian, I just wish I could sleep comfortably for one night, it's been weeks since I got a full nights sleep," you sniffed, your hormones taking a toll on you as your tears unwillingly fell from your eyes. you looked down in shame as you didn't want to put him through a tough time in the middle of the night, he was sleeping so well and you had to let your discomfort get the best of you. kylian moved behind you, making sure that you were fit perfectly in between his legs. it was a position where you were leaned back against his chest, with his hands coming around your waist while stroking your baby bump. you felt him plant some little kisses on your shoulders as you looked up. "im sorry I woke you up," you sighed, trying to feel every kiss that he was giving you. "you're so, so strong, and I need you to know that always. carrying a baby is not easy, at all, and I'm so proud of you for dealing with it in such a mature way. now stop apologizing, you're way more important than my sleep, and honestly, I don't mind holding you like this, it's not often I get to do it," he smiled. you lifted your head up to look at him, and you met with his adorning gaze looking down at you just as brightly. he playfully leaned down to bite your lower lip before kissing it and getting back to his normal position. kylian started to talk about his day, the training he had, about the baby, and everything more he could tell you, you tried to the best of your ability to stay awake but you couldn't help the sudden urge of sleepiness you felt for yourself. and before you knew it, kylian widened his eyes at your soft snores before he laughed, sleeping in the position you were in now, afraid he might wake you up.

[femme4ngel]

kylian cuddling headcannons❤️‍🩹

im feeling emotional and vulnerable so yea<3

~ if you feel anxious, if you panick, when the anxiety attacks come, hes there. holding you tight, his arms hugging you. all you can smell and sense is him. his cologne, his sweet cocoa butter lotion. you burrow yourself into his neck. taking deep breaths, while he drawls circles on your back with his fingers. and he holds you like this for minutes, for an hour even. however much you need.

~when hes away, he leaves one of his hoodies, knowing that you will fall asleep in it, clinging to the piece of clothing like your life depends on it. it may be weird for others, but he is your safe space, your comfort, your home.

~you are in his arms on every occasion, every party, every event. at every opportunity you find yourself tangled into him, breathing in his scent. all nights end with you and him on a couch, you blinking slowly, your eyes slowly closing, his arms around you, your head resting on his chest. he lets you fall asleep on him, softly nudging you when its time to go, still holding you as you get into the car.

~ always resting your head on his shoulders when you travel, in the car, on the airplane, on the bus. ( he has approximately 100 pictures of you like this, your head on his shoulder sleeping peacefully)

~his arms are your safe space, you feel at peace in his embrace. and visa versa, when hes tired after a match, when practice didn’t go as he wanted it to, he lays on your lap while you softly scratch his head, murmuring kind words into his ears.

[cialovesklopp]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KYLIAN

wish him the most beautiful and incredible day for the most unique and amazing player that he is

[ayelbee]

hey! can i request a fic where kylian is engaged to his actress + model gf (reader) and one night out with all of their friends, the gf finds out that kylian had dated model imaan hammam (reader's competition / enemy) which makes the gf feel insecure, assumes the worst of their current relationship and end the engagement which leaves a desperate kylian trying to run around to try and fix the relationship

thanks in advance if you take this up! (:

BROKEN | K. MBAPPÉ | ONE SHOT

Summary: request

TW: a few course words, low self-esteem of a reader, mentions of toxic relationship, the reader being emotional mess

Notes: 1. thank you for the request<3 2. This is the longest thing i have ever written in english, so once again i am sorry for my grammar mistakes... i am not really sure about my writing skills when it comes to low self-esteem, so read this on your own risk.

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Being insecure was one of the things you hated the most about yourself. You knew where did that come from and that was also the reason why you hated that so much.

You were a student when you got your first role, it wasn't even a big one and due to that you never knew how much blow-up you will. But you did, there was no way you were staying at school but there was also no way that you would handle this without a manager. You were young and naive so you signed up a contract with the first agent that gave you an offer. You signed up a contract with Thomas.

Thomas was just a few years older than you, he was handsome and very likable. But most importantly he knew how this industry worked. Everyone loved him and after a few months of working with him, you loved him too.

He was your first real love, at least you thought that back then.

After a few months of dating him, he turned into a different person. His manager side of personality kicked in.

He started telling you how you could become a model since you have already done some shots for a few magazines. But he told you that you could do runways, be in Vogue and become a face of these luxury brands.

Just if you could lose some weight

die your hair

change your style

stop wearing glasses

and this list could continue...

And because the little girl in you believed him, you did all of the things he wanted. And after another few months, you were a whole new person. You were in more and more magazines, but you lost yourself on the way there. You didn't even like the person in a mirror that you became.

After all you didn't know who you were and he didn't really care. Because all he cared for was the money he made from you and he wasn't even trying to make things look like he cared about you. But love is blind and you really loved him.

You loved him until you saw him with another girl, with a real model, in YOUR apartment, in YOUR OWN bed.

You found out that he was seeing her since the second month that you two have been dating. Every time you had work away, where he couldn't go because of his "other clients" he was with her. He was taking her on these expensive trips, that he paid with YOUR money and she knew it.

So that was the story that fucked your trust and your mental health but mostly it broke your heart.

Then you met Kylian. A sweet, loving, caring french guy that showed you how real love really looked. He repaired your heart. Heart, that he didn't break. He showed you how to love yourself, and he helped you to find yourself again. Because he truly loved you.

He gave you a fairytale that you have dreamed of since you were a child. And now, two and half years later since you met him you were engaged. Some people would tell you that you were too young for an engagement and that you didn't even know each other that well. But those speeches were lies. Because you and Kylian knew that you two belong with each other. You won't find another two people on Earth that are meant to be together as much as you two are.

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"Kylian" you called for your fiancee as you were looking inside your closet.

"What Cheri." his head appeared in the doorway with a smile on his face.

"I don't know what to wear." you complained. You were going out with Achraf and Hiba tonight. "Help me." you looked at him with a desperate face. Kylian just laughed coming closer to you as he wrapped his hand around your waist.

"Let me take a look." now he slightly pushed you away as he started searching in your closet. "Pants or dress?"

"I don't know." you hummed into his back.

"Okay, I've got an idea." he stepped back as he placed a black mini skirt on your hands. He turned around and went straight to his closet where he started to search for something, after a few seconds he was back with his shirt. "And you do your magic now." he smirked.

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"Here are our love birds," Hiba said as you two reached the table in your favorite restaurant. You greeted the other pair with a hug and a few words.

"I hope that you didn't wait for us too long. But Kylian called the uber too late." both of them laughed, while Kylian gave you disapproving look.

"Well I would call it sooner if you didn't need my help." he was playing offended now.

"I needed you like for three seconds so shus." you placed a kiss on his cheek. That always worked since he was such a sucker for you.

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Two glasses of wine later you were watching Hiba's phone as she was showing you some pictures of their kids. You took your eyes off the phone screen for a moment to look at Kylian. He seemed to sense your gaze and looked into your eyes. You smiled because all you could think about at that moment was how one day you'd have kids together. Then you looked back at Hiba, who saw the nonverbal exchange between the two of you.

She wanted to say something but a strange voice interrupted her.

"Kylian!" a high voice came from behind Kylian, you looked in her direction. Recognizing Imaan Hammam. Your jaw almost dropped, but you didn't let anything show, staying calm from the outside.

"Imaan." he turned to stand up as he hugged her. You furrowed your brows together. His hand found yours when he sat back. Making you even more confused. "This is Y/n, my fiancee." he introduce you as you politely smiled. Which wasn't really the thing you wanted to do. After that you looked at the other couple, both of their faces were covered up in weird expressions. Something you didn't understand.

"Y/n. I'm a huge fan of yours!" she exclaimed happily. "Ever since you two became official i wanted to ask Kylian if he could introduce us, but in the end, i thought that you won't want to meet his ex." she laughed. Now your jaw dropped. Did you understand her right? Kylian squeezed your hand, while on the other hand, you loosened your grip. Hiba uncomfortably shuddered while Achraf tensed. All of a sudden you wanted to disappear. Imman was looking like she was waiting on your response, but you didn't say anything. "Will you be at the world cup Y/n?"

"Yeah, I am coming with Kylian." you awkwardly responed.

"Of course you are." she laughed again. She was probably just trying to be nice to you. But that was the last thing you were feeling. "Then maybe we could meet up there." she placed her hand on Kylian's shoulder, making you tense. You saw how Hiba squeezed Achraf's wrist, probably trying to tell him to say something.

"You are coming?" Achraf spoke to her.

"Yeah! I'm gonna be there cheering for the Marocan team to win." was she actually doing something more than just laughing? Where was her energy coming from? "Anyway guys, I'm seeing my friend over there, so I will leave you all. Enjoy your night!" she explained. You didn't even have time to breathe in and she was already gone.

"So I think that we will pay?" Hiba spoke, but you stayed silent.

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"Y/n." Kylian placed his hand on your tight in the car, trying to start the conversation after the unpleasant turn of the evening. You didn't respond, you just turned up the radio. You knew that you will need to talk about this later, but you didn't feel like talking about it now.

There were reasons why you were silent. Why you felt so sad, disappointed, and broken at the moment.

You were honest with Kylian from the start. He knew everything and till today you felt like you have known everything too. He knew about your relationships and you knew all about his relationships. But he had never mentioned Imman.

Never.

Why? You didn't know.

You were sure that she was an amazing and nice person, but you hated her. Because she was perfect. She was everything you weren't and why did it bother you so much? Because people were comparing the two of you all the time, always making you worse.

Everything started in 2019. That year was hell for your personal life, but also the peak of your career life. You made three movies, a few runway walks, and your first cover for Vogue that year.

First cover of Vogue was supposed to be something that will end up in your memory as a happy thing, but it didn't. Instead, it ended up as a trauma.

You were on the July cover in the UK, that same month was Imman on the cover of Italian Vogue and that was the problem. That was the moment when people started comparing you to her. Till today you remember that one tabloid, that started everything.

The whole tabloid was about how awful a person you are, who clearly doesn't belong to a fashion magazine, let alone on the runway. While on the other side why is Imman the best person in the world.

This article spread everywhere. Twitter was full of it, and your Instagram was full of it too. It was everywhere and you hated that.

The worst part was that this wave continued.

Beautiful Imman Hamman and Y/n who looks like she came straight from rehab just arrived at the British fashion awards just few minutes apart!!

Imman Hamman rocks the runway as Y/n sits in the publicum like a little fan

Why would you be fan of Y/n when you can be fan of Supermodel and activist Imaan Hammam

There were thousands of tabloids like this. But you ignored all of them since you started to date Kylian. But today when you found out about her history with Kylian, you blamed yourself for ignoring them.

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You went straight to bed after you arrived home. Your head was still full of Imman. All you wanted to do now was to go to sleep, but this wasn't in Kylian's plan.

"Mon Cheri talk to me please" Kylian sat on the bed next to you. His hand tried to find yours, but you didn't let him touch you. "just don't be silent. I am sorry that i didn't tell you about her, but it wasn't anything serious and she actually didn't mean anything to me." he was looking into your eyes, guilt visible on his face.

Kylian regrets not telling you about her. But he was serious when he told you that she didn't mean anything to him. Ever since he met you you were the only one who mattered. He would also say that he forgot about Imman. Because in his eyes, she was no one, but you were everything.

"Why did you lie to me?" you wanted to cry. You felt like all of the confidence you built in this relationship was gone that moment when Imman spoke.

"I didn't lie Y/n", I would never lie to you." now he took your hands. Starting to draw circles on your palms as he was trying to calm you down. Kylian knows everything about you. He knows how you react, he knows how you feel. He knows every single detail about you. And in this moment he saw how upset and disappointed you were in him.

"But you never mentioned her. While i told you about every man in my life.." you weren't a noisy person. Even when you were angry you never shouted. You hated aggression, and you hated fights so you've always tried to avoid these things. So even now when you wanted to scream into Kylian's face, you did nothing.

"Do you know why I didn't say anything to you, Y/N,¨? Because I'm not blind, because I've seen how they compared the two of you everywhere, making you out to be the worst thing in the world while you're the best thing in the world. Because when I met you you didn't believe in yourself, because you believed those articles and I knew if I mentioned it you'd run away from me, you wouldn't believe that I only wanted you, that I really loved you. I knew that you'd think I was lying to you while I was cheating on you with her somewhere. But it was never like that. Because right from the start, all I saw was you and no one else. And by the time you had built up your confidence and trust for me, I had forgotten about her. That's why I have never mentioned her."

"Let's go sleep." you answerd in a low tone. Kylian smiled a little. He lay down next to you, his arms wrapped around your body. You relaxed your head on the pillow as you closed your eyes.

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You weren't asleep. Your head couldn't stop thinking. Imman kept coming up in your mind over and over again. Her perfect body, perfect skin. The way she cared about others. How she does everything she can to make the world a better place. She fights for the weak, she fights for the sick, and she would fight for Kylian.

You could have tried your best, but you would never have been as perfect as her. You could give yourself away, but you still wouldn't give as much to the world as she did.

After you heard Kylian's calm breathing, confirming that he had fallen asleep, you slowly crept out of his embrace and moved to the bathroom with your phone. You opened your Instagram as you sat on the bathroom floor.

You just started doing something you've been forbidding yourself for the last two years. But suddenly you just had to, you know that your brain won't stop until you do it.

You started scrolling thru the comments on your latest post. There were thousands of positive comments, but your brain was able to read just the negative ones. Your heart was breaking with every hate comment. You had a lot of, not more than the positive ones, but your head didn't care

Suddenly, you found yourself stuck in a cycle where time didn't exist and you kept scrolling despite how tired you were. It wasn't just your pictures any more, it was your pictures with Kylian. Now it was also the comments under Kylian's personal posts. You don't know how it happened but suddenly you weren't on instagram anymore but you were reading one critical article after another about yourself

Your cheeks were wet with tears, your hands were shaking and it was hard to breathe now. You stopped. Frustration was vibrating thru your body. You didn't know what to the. The words started to get blurry and seconds later you were throwing your phone across the room. Phone with a bang landed right next to the sink.

And that's when it hit you. Kylian could wake up at any moment. Find out what a wreck you are, and he'd leave before the sun came up. You couldn't let it this way.

You quickly stood up making your way to the sink, where you rinsed your face with cold water. You saw a concealer on the counter so you grabbed it trying to smooth out your puffy eyes. After that, you made your way back to the bedroom where you went back to pretending that you were sleeping. Kylian's hands once again found your waist as he pulled you closer.

At that moment you made your decision, you will became better and if not, you will leave Kylian for his own good, because he deserves way better than you.

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Kylian woke up a few hours later, he though that you were still sleeping so he left without a word for training. But he didn't know you were up all night.

The moment you heard the front door slam, you rolled out of bed. Making your straight way to the storage room, where you grabbed one of the luggage, after that, you started to fill it up with clothes and the most important things you knew you needed.

You weren't packing everything, because there was still lite hope in you that you will change for Kylian and that you will come back.

24 hours ago you wouldn't do this, but now you were brainwashed after all the hours on the bathroom floor with your phone in your hands. You weren't thinking irationally, but now you didn't care. Before you left with one luggage and a giant bag you sat in the kitchen taking paper with a pen as you started writing a quick note for Kylian.

Kylian I don't deserve you, I've spent the last two years pretending I deserve you, but I don't. You deserve someone you don't have to be ashamed of, someone who's on the same level as you, and that's not me. I'm not leaving yet, I am just taking some time for myself so I can become better for you. I'm gonna try my hardest to be the one you deserve me to be. And If I am gonna fail, I am gonna completely leave your life. I'm leaving because I love you, so please don't be angry at me.

You looked at your left hand, seeing there the engagement ring that Kylian gave you. You were always running from problems as soon as they shoved up. But this time you wanted to come back and you needed motivation for it. So you took the ring off your finger and placed it next to the paper.

"I am gonna come back for you babe." you take last look around the room and you left.

Every single memory on you and Kylian flooded thru your head as you were leaving the building. All of the happy memories you shared in this flat. All of the things you were currently leaving behind, but you doing it for him, for your future together.

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Kylian came home exhausted, the only thing he currently wanted was you in his hug. He wanted that even more after the not-nice ending of yesterday's dinner. You were the one who could calm Kylian down after everything, that's why he knew how important you were to him.

He called your name, but you didn't answer. Normally you would run to him. to be the one who will start the hug. But you didn't come. Kylian furrowed his eyebrows. He was confused.

He went to the living room, but you weren't there, you weren't even in the bedroom. So where were you? Did you forget to mention to him that you had plans today? He was taking out his phone from his pocket as he reached the kitchen, where he saw something that confused him even more.

He fastly reached the table. Your ring was sitting on a small piece of paper. He grabbed it and started reading fast. With every new word he was getting more and more confused, his frustration growing only more.

Kylian was angry. He wanted to scream. What happened in your head? Why were you acting like a stupid person. Kylian started running around the apartment with fear in his eyes., only now noticing how much of your stuff was gone. This must have been a stupid joke. You have must gone crazy. He was trying to call you, but his phone was saying that your number didn't exist.

After another crazy minute, Kylian realized that you were being serious. He panicked. He didn't even notice that he started crying when he started reading your note and now his sobs were getting louder and louder.

He called Achraf, needing him now. After Achraf heard Kylian voice he knew that something was wrong. Kylian was panicking, making Achraf go as fast as possible to his place.

There he found him crying in the middle of room, which was covered in the shards from the vase Kylian angrily threw at the wall.

Kylian knew from the start how self-conscious you were. That's why he never bring Imman up. He knew how broken you were from your previous relationship, but he never thought about you getting back to this old mindset where you were nothing. Because that was the biggest lie, you have ever believed in.

You were every men's dream. You were the best thing Kylian ever had. He's never known anyone as caring, as supportive as you. You always wanted the best for other people, making you forget about yourself. You loved Kylian so much, you loved his family and they have loved you. You were the most beautiful person on the planet. You could make him smile every time. You were the one.

But now you were gone because that one man broke you. He made you believe that you weren't enough, that you were less than the others. Which was the biggest lie in the world.

Kylian hated that man, even though he never met him. If he could kill, he would kill him for breaking you. You didn't deserve this. Anyone who deserved your love should have been looking out for you. Everyone should be bringing you gold from heaven, but this asshole still dared to destroy you.

You didn't deserve anything from this and Kylian needed to make things right again, but how could he when he didn't know where you were.

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"Calm down, we will make this right." Achraf sighed after Kylian finished explaining what happened. Kylian just put his head into his hands. He didn't know if he was angry or sad. But he was definitely traumatized. "I'm gonna call Hiba, to find out were Y/n is. Okay?" he placed his hand on Kylian shoulder. Kylian sobbed.

He thought that he calmed you down yesterday. That the two of were okay. He hated himself for not kissing you in the morning before he left for training. He was thinking about everything he could have done for you to not leave him. But he didn't so now it was just his fault. It took Achraf a few minutes to quickly explain the situation to his wife

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Hiba didn't waste a second calling you as soon as her call with Achraf ended. She knew that you were smart enough to find out why she was trying to find your address. So she chose a different way to approach you.

"Hiba?" you asked hesitantly. It occurred to you that Kylian might call you from the other side, but on the other hand, it would be Achraf rather than her, so you decided to take the call.

"Y/n." Hiba tried to sound like everything was normal. "Achraf called me that they are stuck at the training for a few more hours so I thought that we could go for an early dinner together. We didn't have enough time to catch up yesterday." Hiba tried to be careful, to not scare you.

You were silent for a few seconds. Your brain was trying to find the right answer.

"Well I would love to go, but i am not really in the mood for going out." you almost didn't lie.

"Oh that's fine, we can just order a takeaway to our place." Hiba didn't want to take no for an answer.

"I don't think that Achraf would want me at your place when he's gonna come back tired from the training." problem was that you weren't planning on agreeing.

"He's gonna get home late, he's going out with his brother after the training." Hiba was telling big lies. In the end, you had no choice but to agree, unless you wanted Hiba to see that something was wrong.

She told you that she will be expecting you in two hours time. After the phone ended up you buried your head in the pillow and wished for your death.

Hiba immediately called Achraf to tell him you'd be at their house in two hours. She instructed Kylian to come with Achraf, promising that everything will be right.

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Kylian was nervously pacing around the living room. His palms were sweating as he was waiting on your arrival. On the way here he bought you the biggest bouquet of peonies he has ever seen, the ring was in his pocket as he needed to put it back on your finger tonight. Achraf was in the kid's room hiding, while Hiba was waiting in the kitchen.

She was supposed to open the doors for you and bring you to the living room, where Kylian would start talking.

When Kylian heard the knock on the front door. His body tensed up, praying for your forgiveness. He also heard your voice as you greeted Hiba. He wanted to rush into the hallway to hug you, maybe even to scream at you for your behavior. But he stayed in place, too scared to do something.

His body got into motion when you reached the living room with Hiba behind your back. You froze in your place as you noticed him.

You had shock written all over your face, you wanted to run away from him, but you couldn't. Your legs were glued to the floor. You just couldn't move.

Kylian, on the other hand, immediately walked towards you. He wanted to wrap his hands around your body. He wanted to kiss you. But he couldn't because he was too scared that you would run away from him.

"Please tell me that I don't make you feel like someone less worthy." you could hear the pain in Kylian's words. You also noticed how puffy Kylian's eyes were, which hurt you. Was it because of you?

"No" you answered "but you deserve more than I am. I am a disaster, i am a mess of human being" Kylian didn't let you finish.

"That's not the true cheri. Because I am the one who does not deserve you." only now did you notice the bouquet he held in his hands, Kylian placed it on the ground, stepped closer and took his hands in yours. "I wish i could show you how amazing you are. You are a beautiful person from the inside out Y/n. You are special, you are unique. No one can make me laugh the way you do. No one can make me feel loved like you do, no one Y/n. You inspire me to be the best that i can be. You are always there when i need you, and you are always able to calm me down, which no one else can. The way you light up the room with your smile. The way you make small moments special, everything about you is perfect and i would not want to change a thing. You deserve the world and I wanna give to you all." a tear slipped down Kylian's cheek. "You are my world Y/n, you are my home. I belong with you, not with anyone else. I need you now and i will need you in 50 years when we are gonna be old. You are the only thing that really matters to me. And i can't lose you. You are perfect so please do not change for me, because you are already everything to me.." you were crying at this point.

You realized how wrong you were, how you shouldn't listen to your stupid head. How you should told Kylian about what was your head thinking about. How did you feel last night. Because if you did that, you would not hurt your man.

"Mon cheri please go home with. Let me put the ring back on your finger and let me tell you how much in love with you I am." Kylian came closer to you, your bodies were touching. You looked up into his eyes as you put your hands behind his head.

"I am so sorry babe for leaving you. I should have told you about how i felt, i should have talk to you before i did this. But i really love you and i never wanna leavae you again." Kylian felt your lips on his. It wasn't passionate kiss, but it was kiss of two crying people, promising each other that they will be better. Better at expresing their feelings, their worries, their thoughts.

She won't run away when problems appear and he won't take her for granted. They will make this work once again.