#KYKY

[jkkyks]

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

[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˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Request are temporarily unavailable, ILY mwah mwah ♥

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! 🖤🤍

[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

[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.

[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.

[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.”

- - -

chapter one

[cialovesklopp]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KYLIAN

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

[brideofmbappe]

Unreal speed by 🐢🐢🐢