#KYLIAN

[emeraldlusts]

Backless dress - A Kylian Mbappé oneshot

Warning : smut, minors DNI, 18+ only Note : may contain spelling and translating mistakes

Please tell me I'll be able to take that dress off you later on tonight

Your breath hitched as you discreetly read the text you had just received. You sighed and it took everything in you not to search for your boyfriend's eyes in the crowded place.

Kylian and you had been dating for a little over nine months, and it was the first time you found yourselves in the same room at a public event. You had somewhat managed to keep your relationship a secret and you very much wanted to keep it that way. Tonight was risqué. And exhilarating.

Being a young actress still, you were just starting to get used to those award shows. Tonight was the most important one of your career so far as the film you played a supporting role in was nominated for best motion picture. Not only did you know just how hard everyone had worked on this film and hoped it would be rewarded ; but this could also change the entire course of your career, and your life.

Kylian had made it very clear the second he learned about that nomination that he would find a way to be there. He knew you wanted to keep the relationship private, you had been very adamant about that, and he respected that. But being there to support you tonight, even if only from afar, was something that couldn't be negotiated with. And being who he was, it probably just took a 20 seconds phone call to get an invitation.

And so there you were, your skin tingling from feeling his eyes on you as you sat next to your fellow actors, actresses and technicians. You had paid special attention to your outfit, working with the designer in charge of the whole team to find exactly the one outfit that you knew would make it hard for Kylian to keep his distance all night. And it seemed to be working.

Unfortunately not, I have to give it back the second the ceremony ends, it costs a fortune.

You pressed ‘send’ and couldn't resist throwing him what you hoped to be a discreet glance to see his reaction. His brows furrowed slightly but he didn't look up and instead quickly typed his response.

I'll write them a check.

You let out a little laugh at his reply, that was so typical Kylian. Money was obviously not an issue for him and when it came to you, he seemed to be willing to be spending it left, right and centre. It had been a cause for a few of your arguments.

No, you won't. I think you'll like my after-party dress even more anyways, and that one I bought. Just for you.

And you're not ready for what I'll be wearing under either.

Kylian's head shot up as he read your text, and for a second, your eyes met. His were a bit wider than usual and the intensity of his gaze had a blush creeping up your chest and into your cheeks in an instant. That single glance felt like it somewhat sealed a promise for the night to come.

The ceremony started and the room was filled with laughters and applause each time a prize was announced. You chatted away with your costars, catching up with them as you hadn't seen each other in weeks.

The evening went smoothly and way too quickly and before you knew it, it was time for the last award, the best motion picture. Your mouth went dry and you felt your palms getting a little sweaty as the presenter started his speech, naming every nominee before opening up the envelope.

The room erupted in cheers as your mind went blank. You had won ; the movie had won. The whole crew got up and started hugging each other as you stood there, doing the same, trying to register what was happening. You felt tears pool up at your lash line but tried to compose yourself as everyone started walking up to the stage to accept the award. You suddenly realised that you had to walk past Kylian to get there and decided to walk down that side of the aisle, hoping to maybe just be able to subtly brush your hand against his, and have him ground you in the moment, the way he always did.

You quickly looked up to see him standing and clapping, the proudest of smiles on his face and that sight made your heart swell in your chest. You were now fast approaching him and in a bold move that he knew would probably get him into trouble with you later, he lowered his hands to his side, and softly grabbed yours as you walked by, squeezing it two times before letting go.

That gesture went completely unnoticed by everyone else around you but it made your heart beat so fast and so hard you were sure it was going to jump out of your chest.

You stood smiling at the back of the stage as the director and main actors delivered their acceptance speeches, emotion evident in their tone as they thanked the whole team.

The rest of the evening felt like a whirlwind : a few very quick interviews here and there and before you knew it, you were pulled back by your agent to the suite where you were supposed to get out of your ceremonie dress, hand it back over, and then change into your after party outfit.

During the second of privacy you had in that room, right as you were about to slip into your second dress of the night, you decided to snap a shot of your reflection in the mirror, in your lingerie and heels, makeup and hair still done.

Just a sneak peek xx

Kylian felt like he was about to explode. Everything about this night felt so frustrating to him. First of all, seeing you looking so sinfully good for a whole three hours, without being allowed to touch you, kiss you, or even hold your hand felt like torture.

Then seeing you win and walk up that stage took that to a whole new level. He wanted to scream out how proud of you he was, wanted the whole world to know about it, to know you were his. But there again, he could not.

And now you were teasing him with a picture of you, standing in a set of lingerie, pretty sure he'd never seen you in anything that sexy before. To think he'd have to endure yet another hour or so of admiring you from afar, knowing full well what you were wearing under your dress as you'd socialize with complete strangers... He was pretty sure he didn't have the strength for that ; and quite frankly, he was also starting to lose willpower.

Fuck, baby...

We're only staying 30 minutes, not one minute longer.

He took a sip of water and a deep breath before walking into that after party. People immediately came from right and left to shake his hand, say hello, have a chat. It was pretty nice and he usually enjoyed those moments, but tonight, there was only one thing he could focus on, only one thing he wanted.

It felt to him as if the energy of the room shifted the second you walked in, catching his eyes for a brief moment before turning your head to the side and saying hello to someone he didn't know. You were right, he thought, that dress was even better than the first one, it looked flowy but hugged your body perfectly at the same time, the material seemed to hang only by two very thin straps on each of your shoulders. His mouth went dry. 

But then you turned around and all the air left his body with one swift swoop of your hair to the side. It was a backless dress. The two straps went all the way down to just above your ass where the same flowy material covered you while highlighting the perfect curve. He could see the dimples just above it from where he stood ; the ones he loved so much ; the ones he so often traced with his tongue during intimate moments.

He felt the blood rush from his face straight to his groin, and he had half a mind to come up to you, suddenly not caring so much whether you had forbidden it or not. You were clearly on a mission to tease him ; and teased he was. You knew you were playing a dangerous game but he was certain you didn't know just how dangerous.

He took his phone out of his pocket as he started plotting his revenge, all the things he'd do to you in just a minute.

I will ruin you, you have no idea what you've just done xx

You didn't have the time to respond before he sent the second text.

It's 20 minutes now, not 30 anymore. Not up for debate.

And you knew just then that you had him exactly where you wanted him. Dominant, in control, and unstoppable.

Ok, but we can't leave together though

You'll leave first and go straight up to your room, I'll be up a minute after. Don't take anything off, not your shoes, not your earrings, nothing. I'll take care of that. You just wait for me, patiently.

You could feel the thrill of the situation coursing through your veins as you read his texts. He was clearly gone and you knew you were in for a memorable night. Not that there was ever a dull one with Kylian.

Your pulse started to quicken with each passing minute and before you knew it, you found yourself trying to breathe calmly in the elevator as it made its way up toward the suite that was yours for the night. You unlocked the door and then closed it behind you, walking to the corner of the room to light up a small lamp, to make the atmosphere a little bit more intimate.

You didn't have the time to do anything else before you heard a small knock at the door. You went to open it, bracing yourself for what was to come. In an instant, Kylian was in the room, immediately closing the door behind him before placing both hands on your hips and pushing you against the door.

"Godamnit, Y/N," he growled before crashing his lips onto yours.

His whole body was flushed against yours and you could feel all of him. His hard chest against your own, pressing against your breasts ; his knees subtly pushing against the inside of your thighs, somehow forcing your legs a little more apart ; and his bulge, pressing into your hips, almost painfully so.

"You're in so much trouble, baby," he informed you, his teeth closing in on your bottom lip and tugging slightly.

"Why, what have I done ?" you managed to breathe out ; "aren't you proud of me tonight ?" you innocently added.

He turned you around in one swift movement, pushing your front to the door and slapping your ass once before putting his lips at your ear.

"Oh don't give me that, you know exactly what you've done and I'll make you apologize for it."

He detached himself from you and with one finger and a featherlight touch, he traced down from the base of your neck down your spine and stopped when he reached the fabric of the dress, making you shiver.

"I'm super proud of you, and I'll tell you all about it once I'm done with you. Count a few hours, angel,"

You moaned at his words, his tone a little lower than usual, his voice thick with desire.

"In the meantime, you're going to be a very good girl for me, yes ? Do as you're told ?"

"Yes," you answered without even thinking. You were craving this at least as much as he was. You wanted that : him to take complete control, to let out his frustration on you, however he wished to.

"Good," he turned you back around and kissed you once more, whispering a single "I love you," before getting back into character and breaking away from you completely.

That was his thing : no matter how intense it would sometimes get in the bedroom, he always had to remind you every now and again that it all was just pure love for you. And each time, that single sentence had you moaning into him, making you even more willing to give him everything he wanted.

He left you there, breathlessly leaning against the door as he slowly made his way into the room, undoing his tie and grabbing an armchair from a corner. He placed it in the middle of the room, and sat down before looking back up at you.

"Come here," he instructed as he leaned back, legs apart.

He had opened the first few buttons of his shirt and he had never looked so good to you. You tried to maintain your composure as you slowly made your way over to him in your heels. You stood in between his legs, waiting for his next move, your lips parted in anticipation. 

His hands came to rest on the back of your knees, his touch light as he tantalizingly started trailing them up your legs, reaching under your dress and then grabbing both your asscheeks and giving them a firm squeeze. 

Your chest was heaving up and down as you felt your skin burning in the wake of his touch. You could tell now he was going to take his sweet time with you and you didn’t know if you could handle it after all. 

“Please,” the single plea left your lips and a small smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

He trailed his fingers up your waist, his eyes locked on your as he found the small zipper of your dress on your left hip. He slowly slid it down and his eyes turned a shade darker as the material pooled at your feet, leaving you in the lingerie you had carefully chosen for the occasion.

It was a black bodysuit, backless, as you wanted it to be invisible under your dress. The front part was rigid and pushed your chest up, making them look as full as they could be. Kylian felt his mouth water at the sight in front of him. His mind was racing fast as he thought about his next move, wanting to savor you in this for as long as he could, he leaned back once more, admiring you for a second.

“Come on, baby, straddle me,” he told you, bringing his own legs together to make it easier for you. The chair was large enough to fit both of you and you took the hand he offered to place one knee on each side of his thighs. You could now feel the heat of his body under yours and smell the remaining of his cologne on his shirt. You wanted nothing more than to run your tongue over the little part of his chest he had exposed. Before you could do anything of that sort though, he fisted one of his hands into your hair and crashed his lips onto yours. His tongue almost immediately entered your mouth and he claimed you completely with just one kiss. 

Pushing your body into his, you tried to reciprocate as best as you could, but he was clearly in charge of the kiss and all you could really do was let him subdue you like that.

The heat was becoming nearly unbearable and your panties were pretty much completely soaked by then. You tried to lower yourself down on him, to try and find a contact, initiate a friction that would relieve you a little, but he kept you still by your hair, not letting any control slip away.

You were completely out of breath and insanely horny when he finally pulled away. You were trying to compose yourself a little when you saw the most devilish smile light up his face, making you part your lips instantly. 

“Arms behind your back, angel,” he demanded, relishing in the way your eyes shot open just a little bit wider as your legs clenched around his own. “I’m going to drive you crazy, and with what I have in mind, I don’t think you’ll be able to behave yourself, so I’m not taking any risk,” he explained, a fire dancing in his pupils. 

You obeyed, your eyes following his every move as he slid his tie behind your back. But instead of tying both your wrists at the small of your back, he slid the tie a little higher up and fastened it just above your elbows. It forced you to arch your back and push your breasts in his face, and it was just uncomfortable enough to make you even hornier, if that was possible.

He then proceeded to slowly push his legs open again, forcing yours to follow on each side of his. With your arms bound behind your back like that, and your legs spread open as far as they could go, you were completely helpless and unable to move, forced to rely fully on him.

“Are you wet already, baby ?” he asked you as he reached his hand in between your legs and started unbuttoning your body. You instinctively pushed your pelvis against his hand, craving his touch there more than anything. 

“You already know the answer to that,” you bravely replied and his fingers froze there for a second.

“I do, but I want you to tell me.” His voice was low and commanding, reminding you once more that he was in charge, and that when he asked a question, he wanted an answer. 

“I’m so wet, Kylian, please, I need you,” you let out shakily as he uncovered your sex, the warm air of the room doing nothing to soothe your arousal.

You started moaning instantly as he trailed a single digit up and down your folds, collecting some of your arousal on the tip of his index before bringing it up to your lips for you to suck.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” he said, his gaze locked on your face as you sucked on his finger, “I’m going to tease and bring you to the edge over and over again, until you’re dripping down on me. I want to see a stain on my pants.”

You parted your lips in disbelief and his finger slipped out. The look in his eyes was enough to answer your unspoken question. He was serious. And there was nothing you could do about it, not when he had you tied up and unable to move like that. The erection that was so clearly pushing against the zipper of his pants was completely out of reach, meaning you couldn’t even try to persuade him not make this torture last as long he intended to.

“No, please, baby,” you started pleading as his hand found your aching core once more. 

And so it started, his skilled fingers working at your pussy with a clear goal in mind. He knew you better than you probably even knew yourself ; he knew when to rub, circle or just brush your clit to make you moan and writhe under his touch. Then when he judged that your tiny bundle of nerves was getting a little too sensitive, he moved his fingers to your entrance, and circled it once or twice before plunging two fingers in, curling them just right, making you chant his name. 

You knew you were in deep trouble when he came back to your clit once more. Your skin was on fire and your orgasm was fast approaching ; you were pretty sure even a featherlight touch would push you over the edge at this point. He pushed his thumb against it this time and you gasped, your head falling back. He was observing you closely, he knew your body by heart and he knew you were dangerously close to cuming ; but he didn’t want you to just yet. He wanted to see you break and surrender to him ; handing over your pleasure to his will. He had noticed your arousal starting to drip down the inside of your thighs and there was no way he wasn’t going through with his initial idea.

“You’re almost there baby,” he murmured, encouraging ; “I need you to hold it in for me.”

You whined and felt your body start to fight against your restraints, trying to free yourself so that you could just take matters into your own hands and give yourself what you so desperately needed. You felt Kylians free hand grab your hair at the back of your head and force it back up. 

“Look at me, baby,” he instructed ; “I know you can hold it, you’ve done it before,” he reminded you. 

He was referring to another wild night during which he had made it his mission to teach you to try and control your own orgasms. He had claimed it was because he wanted to go at it all night long and didn’t want you to get too overstimulated ; but you were pretty sure he just wanted to see you fight against your own pleasure, just because he had asked you to.

The memory of that delicious night did nothing to calm you down as Kylian started moving his thumb in tight, small circles over your clit again. 

“N-no, I can’t, Kylian, I’m gonn-”

“Come on, focus for me please, you’re almost there. I swear in a second you’ll be dripping down onto my pants and I’ll give you what you need and more. Just hold it a little longer for me, please.”

And you couldn’t say no to this man, not when he was looking at you like that, his chocolate eyes burning into yours with an intensity that took your breath away. So you tried, tried to focus on his gaze instead of his finger, tried to contract your lower stomach to gain a semblance of control over your own body. It was torture, every muscle in your body was contracted in an attempt to undo everything he was doing with his fingers flicking your clit. 

A small smile appeared on his face as he observed you closely. You were being so good for him, doing exactly as you were told even though it was the exact opposite of what you wanted. He was so hard inside his own pants he was sure he was eventually going to rip through the material. 

Then he looked down to where your body hovered over his thighs and he saw it, the little string of arousal that had finally reached him. He had kept his promise and now he would have the absolute pleasure of ripping the most intense orgasm out of you.

He brought both his hands to your face and pulled you in for a messy kiss, his teeth closing onto your lips and pulling a few times before pulling away. He trailed his hand slowly down your body, making sure you were following his move before caressing your pussy once more, and then collecting the glistening drop of your juice on his pants.

You gasped and he smirked up at you ; you knew what it meant and you almost came on the spot. 

“Are you ready ?”, he cockily asked. 

He didn’t give you an opportunity to reply before plunging two fingers past your folds, curling them right up, brushing against the very spot he knew had you seeing stars. The fingers of his other hand found your clit at the same time and started toying with it messily, making it impossible for you to anticipate his next move. 

You arched you back and let out a loud whine, taken over by the sensations but unable to focus on any of them specifically. You wanted to grind against his hand but your thighs were kept too far apart to allow that. 

“Fuck, baby,” you moaned out.

“That’s it, love, you’ve been so good for me. Let go now,” he encouraged, his movements getting faster.

“I c-can’t, I, too much,” you mumbled incoherently as the knot in the pit of your stomach tightened dangerously.

“Now,” he softly ordered, letting you know just like that that he was  still very much in control of your pleasure. 

Your orgasm hit you like a tsunami wave. Your abused pussy started clenching around his fingers and he didn’t let up for one second, determined to drag it out as long as he could. 

You were seeing stars, your head fell back and your back arched as you lost complete control of it all. The waves of pure pleasure kept coming in and you were a slave to them, unable and unwilling to stop them. They shattered you and took everything you had left after what felt like hours of unrelenting teasing from your boyfriend.

Kylian didn’t let up, once again knowing your body well enough to know you weren’t quite done yet. He started thrusting his fingers in and out, your arousal now dripping down his fingers and into his palm. He lessened the pressure of his thumb against your clit, knowing you were soon going to become too sensitive for that part. Your body spasmed at the same rhythm your walls pulsed around his fingers. His own desire was starting to get to his head and he even considered for a minute freeing his erection and pushing right into you to feel you squeeze him like that.

“Oh my god,” you finally let out in a breath, your eyes still tightly shut. 

Kylian finally pulled his fingers out and it probably took you a whole minute to regain your ability to do anything. He put his arms around you and quickly undid the tie that was holding your arms together, before pulling your body into him. 

“You okay?” he murmured against your ear, his hand brushing up and down your back in an attempt to soothe you down. 

“Gosh, yes,” you replied, your face in the crook of his neck. “I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm that intense before,” you confessed as you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

He smiled against your skin. There was nothing he loved more than pleasuring you, pushing your limits only to show you just how much more he could give you afterwards. 

“That was intense,” he confirmed as his hands dropped to your ass to give it a little squeeze. 

It suddenly occurred to you that he was still fully closed and you pulled away from his chest for a second to look at the bulge in his pants. You cocked an eyebrow at him before bringing your fingers to the zipper, a lazy smile pulling at your lips.

He gasped as you freed him and gently wrapped one hand around his rock hard cock. “I need you so bad,” he breathed out before lifting you up into his arms and walking you to the bed, confirming what you already knew : sleep was not on the agenda for that night.

[szariahwroteit]

Fine as fuck! 🤤😍

[kylianism]

why is this video 10 hours long

[kylianspinkyring]

kylian talking you through it

notes: idkkkkk its just straight smut ngl no plot whatsoever

warnings: smut, smut, all of the above

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“oh” he groaned lowly. “fuck.”

kylian had the nasty tendency of jumping between languages whilst he was buried in you, face contorted and skin slick with sweat.

the dragged out ‘fuck’s’ would overlap crudely with his pretty french words, some so dirty-sounding it had you scratching your head after at what he’d meant.

he’d be reluctant to tell you their meaning, shaking off your innocent questioning with a breathless laugh as he tucked himself into your side like he hadn’t just expressed his french wish to put a baby inside you.

that wish always seemed to creep up again, like it did now. your mouth fell slack against his when he pushed himself into you, both quiet for a moment, letting your mixed sighs and hitched breaths fill the air.

“so good” he choked, looking down and letting his eyes devour the sight of him slowly disappearing into you, before looking up again and cupping your face.

“so, so good” he rambled on, his lazy thrusts falling into perfect rhythm with every ‘so’ when you tapped his thigh lightly, giving him the green light to finally move.

your mouth rests against his, both too weakened by the other’s feel to even bother moving your lips. “l-like that” you whined, hooking your arms around his neck when the subtle sting was washed away by a warm, pulsating feel only he could ease out of you.

“watch” his words are cut short by a particularly loud groan he attempts to swallow back. “watch it go in.”

he always loved when you watched his movements, said you had this look in your eye that he’d think about during training whenever he zoned out. it was a loving look, twisted with something else that had him taking cold showers and getting strange looks from his teammates in an attempt to wash away the excitement.

he lifts your left leg over his shoulder, hitting a deeper spot that he knew would send you into a frenzy.

“fuck, fuck- fuck!” you repeated, words coming in a messy heap as kylian’s hands traced upwards, between your breasts, before curling around your throat and squeezing lightly, planting a feather-light kiss on the corner of your mouth. “good?” he coos.

you nodded desperately, until another light squeeze prompted you to use your words. “yes- s’good. oh-fuck!”

good didn’t cut it. his delicate words contrasted so harshly with the quickening snaps of his hips, hands now travelling down your stomach and gently pressing against your clit. sometimes gently, sometimes a little harder, all the while erupting different sounds from you that had kylian wanting to forever have them on repeat.

“i love-” another moan that was swallowed by his mouth. “i love you.” you cried, eyes fluttering shut when you felt his lips move up your neck, his light stubble making you shiver into him.

he let your leg drop, wrapping it around his torso as he laid into you, his weight heavy against yours. “say it again” his lower hip movements slowed, rocking into you softly. “for me.”

you said it again and again, lost count, in fact. the warmth pooling in your lower stomach was making you dizzy, your only strength showing in how you clenched around him, low moans dragging out into higher, breathless ones.

“dont stop-yes!” you threw your head back on one particular thrust, feeling tears fill your eyes from the aching pleasure that made your fingers involuntarily grapple at his shoulders as if to steady yourself.

kylian noticed, his hands immediately cupping your cheeks, thumbs swiping away at the wetness. “bébé” he swallowed between ragged breaths. “dis-moi d'arrêter” he pecked your lips  “et j'arrêterai.”

your head shook furiously, fucking yourself up into him, craving the friction and the lewd sounds of your juices mixing together as words seemed to have fallen off the edge - an edge you were now craving.

“allez bébé.” he lifted you from the bed, one hand wrapped around your lower back with the other pressed between your shoulder blades. head lulling against his shoulder, your words were fragmented as he bounced you against him - both just as tired and flustered as the other.

“nearly t-there amour, ‘can feel it” he grappled with your hair, tugging it back so he had full access to your neck, lips dragging up your throat. “don’t clench-fuck! just let go for me-there you g-”

you bit down on his shoulder when a loud yelp suddenly escaped your lips, already too fucked out and breathless to stop the incoherent mumbles and moans that only seemed to grow louder as kylian’s fingers worked at the nerves between your legs.  

“i got you amour, hold onto me, thats it!-like that” he cooed, his gentle words a harsh contrast to his quickening movements and ragged inhales as her walls pulsated around him, all dewy and hazy to see him unravelling over her quivering figure.

he brought his fingers up to her lips, running his pads over them before slowly slotting them into her mouth, the wetness of her tongue sending shocks to the tip of his cock-

“putain! gonna c-” kylian couldnt even finish his sentence, fingers dragging out of her glistening mouth and reaching for her hand, fingers interlocking as he dropped them against the mattress again.

you whispered loving words into his ear, your other hand lightly raking up his spine after his movements had stilled and he’d collapsed against you, forming the other half of what could only be described as a sweaty mess in need of a shower.

he didnt speak for a moment, instead milking out the last of your orgasms and leaving kisses on your shoulders as little ‘i love you’s’ since words always failed him in his post-bliss state.

sleep overtook them in minutes after he’d fallen back to your side, reaching out for you with grabby hands, needing to hold you in the minutes before despite your bodies being slick with sweat. kylian was too tired to shower and you were to tired to fight it, ‘tomorrow’ he said with a peck on your temple, then just like that you both fell into a deep snooze.

[xlatiwritesx]

Mbappe angst where his family thinks you might be using him but then they see the real you and they feel bad

There for Him | KM9

Genre: fluffy angst (🤨?)

Words: 1.9 K

Synopsis: after his best friend’s funeral, you spend the night at Kylian’s family home to be there for him. Unintentionally, you prove to his family that everything they though of you was false.

A/N: took me a million years, but here you go, anon!! Hope you enjoy it 🥰.

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The rain was hard. As if the sky understood the hurt that was caused by the event you were standing in and was crying with you.

Your eyes never left him. You didn't get too close, though. You knew him too well to get too close too soon.

Someone else you tried to avoid at all costs was his family. Specifically his mother. She never was fond of you. Accusing you of all sorts of things ever since you started dating her son. Calling you a gold digger, someone who only pretended to he in love with her son because of all his fame and money.

But even his mother didn't know Kylian like you did. She didn't know that he loved cooking. She had no idea that dancing under the stars made his eyes sparkle, or that driving was the best way to relieve his stress.

Just like everybody else, she saw him as a guy passionate and extremely talented with football. The brightest star in everyone's world, but no one saw how you were the brightest in his world.

You, Kylian, his brother Eathan, and their parents got in the car to go home. Kylian rode in the passenger seat while his father drove. You, Ethan, and his mother rode in the back. You still kept your eyes on Kylian, not baring to see him this broken.

He was just telling you how important his best friend was to him, just to lose him in a car crash a few weeks later. He wasn't crying, though. He never did. You hated that. You always told him to cry. That it's bad to keep emotions unprocessed. He never listened, though.

Not able to look at his stone face any longer, you looked out the wet car window to the French streets on your way to his family home. Your mind drifted to all the unnecessary drama his mother would stir because of your stay with them for the coming days. You didn't want Kylian to worry about that. You sighed quietly, already earning a glare from her that you managed to ignore.

When his father parked in the drive way, everyone got out of the car and dragged themselves to the front door. The atmosphere was suffocating. You held everything in as much as you could. It was Kylian who lost his best friend after all. You had to be there for him.

While his family walked in, he waited for you, looking back at you from the top of the porch steps with a slightly outstretched hand. You got to him, took his hand, and squeezed it. You glanced in his direction, but he had already looked ahead, guiding you upstairs to his bedroom.

You feel his family's eyes on the two of you as you passed them to the stairs. You didn't care. This wasn't about your relationship or about you. This was about Kylian and his well being. So you just followed him, holding his hand more tightly.

You get to his bedroom and he pushes the door behind the two of you. You stood by it, watching your boyfriend's every move. He sat on his bed, hands intertwined between his spread legs. You watched him closely as you slowly made your way to him. He didn't look at you once and you took it as a sign to keep going.

You finally sat next to him. You didn't say a single thing. You weren't sure if you were even breathing at that point.

"He's gone, y/n" Kylian finally said softly. Your heart shattered into pieces and his eyes flooded.

You uncontrollably pulled him into you, wrapping your arms around his head that he buried into your chest. His sobs slowly got louder and deeper, tearing you into shreds. You quietly held him tight, letting him cry it all out.

Behind the not fully shut door of Kylian's room, his mother stood, watching you hold on to him as he cried into your chest. She never saw his guard this down. She's never seen her own son be this vulnerable with anyone ever. She's never seen anyone hold him the way you did either. Something about the scene softened a part of her cold heart towards you. She started questioning who you really were to him and how you felt towards her son.

A few hours pass and you had managed to convince Kylian to lie down. He rested his head on your lap as you stroked his head to sleep. You allowed yourself to shed a few tears, unable to keep it together anymore.

His mother still watched, checking on the both of you through the slit in the door. Seeing this new scene only made the warmth spread through her heart. However, she quickly walked away when she saw you get up, slowly lifting Kylian's head off your lap to not disturb his sleep. 

You realized that Kylian hadn't eaten anything all day. You headed to the kitchen to make him something for when he wakes up. The bottom floor felt empty, having no one there. You wondered where everybody went, but you didn't give it much thought.

You opened the fridge, assessing the contents to get ideas of what you could make. You quickly looked behind you, though, having heard footsteps. You realize it's Kylian's mother. She had walked into the kitchen and sat on one of the kitchen island stools.

For a second, you stood there, watching her as you waited for her to attack you like she always did. She never wasted a chance to remind you of how she felt towards you. To falsely accuse you of all sorts of things. But when she didn't say anything, you turned back around to open the fridge.

You pulled out some turkey slices to make him a sandwich. You placed the ingredients on the kitchen island, Kylian's mother still watching you from across it. You focused on your task, careful not to trigger your boyfriend's mother who was scrutinizing your every move.

"Making food?" She finally spoke as you spread mayonnaise on one side of the white bread.

"For Kylian. He didn't eat anything since last night" you answered quietly, not looking at her. She still looked at you, though. Your heart picked up its pace, but you still avoided her gaze. You walked to the glasses cabinet, pulled out a glass and filled it with water.

After putting everything on a tray, you walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs. You got to Kylian's room and placed the tray on his bedside table. You sat on the edge of his bed, looking at his sleeping face.

"Y/n?" He stirred. You stroked his face.

"Yes, my love?" You whispered. He opened his eyes, and pulled you closer to him. You lied down next to him and he wrapped his arms tightly around you, kissing the top of your head.

You lied there. You let him hold you for as long as he wanted. You spent the night like that. None of you said anything. It was enough for him that he got to hold you. And it was enough for you that he did.

His mother watched all of it. How calm he was with you around. How he cried in your chest. The food you made for him because he hadn't eaten since the night before. She couldn't deny it anymore. You loved her son. More than she ever thought you could. And not for all the materialistic things that came with dating someone with a career like his.

She was sure of her son's feelings for you, how much you meant to him, because he never cried. She always thought he hated turkey sandwiches, but there he was eating it because you insisted, which also surprised her because ever since he was little, he never ate when he got sad or upset.

She watched you through the slightly opened door. She looked at the way you were looking at him. She wasn't sure if she, herself, ever looked at him like that.

"What are you smiling at?" She heard her husband whisper behind her. He looked at his son laughing for the first time in a week as you brushed bread crumbs from around his mouth.

Later that night, you walked down to the kitchen to fill a jug of water for the night you were spending. You weren't going to leave Kylian on a night like that.

His mother walked into the kitchen and sat on an island stool like she did earlier. You still ignored her presence and were on your way out of the kitchen when she called your name. You shut your eyes for a second before turning around to face her.

"Yes?" You replied cautiously. Even with the way she treated you, she was still Kylian's mother whom he loved and cherished more than anything. It killed you, but you had to respect her through everything she said and done to you. And it was about time she realized that.

You were taken aback by how soft her eyes were as she patted the seat next to her, inviting you to sit next to her at the kitchen island. You hesitated for a second before slowly making your way to the stool, setting the water jug in front of you.

You watched her closely, anticipating her next move. She just stared at her hands, though, sighing deeply before she turned to look at you.

"I owe you an apology" she broke the deafening silence. She shocked you so hard you almost fell out of your stool. You tried controlling you expressions, but you clearly failed because she quickly elaborated.

"I, I don't know how to start, honestly" she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. You just sat there in utter shock.

"Let's just say you've been absolutely supportive and I can tell that you've been an intangible source of comfort to Kylian ever since his best friend's passing" she went on. You pierced your lips and nodded once, looking at your hands in your lap. Silence took over for a few seconds before she kept going.

"I can tell he loves you a lot and..." she trailed off and you looked back at her.

"I'm actually really grateful to have someone like you in his life, given his career and all that comes with it, and especially during a hard time like this" she confessed and you couldn't help but tear up a little.

You smiled slightly at her and she did the same. You both stayed like that for a little while before she opened her arms. You laughed lightly and jumped off your stool to wrap your arms around her. She hugged you back tighter and you took it all in.

When you pulled away, you looked to your right and saw Kylian at the bottom of the stairs, smiling a little at the scene.

"You can't love her more than I already do, mom" he frowned, walking to you and pulling you to him. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and kissed the top of your head.

"You don't have to say it. The way you look at her says it all, Kylian" his mother replied, smiling at the both of you.

[tchouamenii]

there he is✨

[footballfanficwriter]

Kylian Mbappe with major baby fever but you’re not buying it

Let's have a baby

Kylian and I are in bed having a conversation

"So uhm what do you think about having a baby?"

I'm silent, I don't have a response to that question, fuck what do I say

"Uhhhhh, yeah maybe in a few more years"

"How many years is a few more years"

How about 10-15

"3-4 years maybe"

"What that's too long"

"How long do you want it to be then"

"Maybe in the next year"

Is he mad the next year, that is way to soon

"Kylian we can't have a baby within the next year"

"Why not?"

"Because I-I I don't want to"

"You don't wanna have a baby or you don't want to have a baby with me"

"I don't want to have a baby"

"Why not?"

"I'm not ready"

"I've seen how you are with kids you are great with them, you'd be a good mother"

"Thanks"

"So can we have a baby?"

I get out of bed and walk to the bathroom to get ready for the day, he follows me and waits for my answer

"Not yet Kylian"

"But the last time we had this conversation you said you were ready"

"Well I changed my mind" I say getting angry that he keeps pressing on about the matter

"What made you change your mind?" He says getting frustrated with me

"Kylian I don't want to have a baby" I say getting louder

"What changed your mind?" he asks sounding even more frustrated

"I realised I wasn't ready to be a mother" I say

"You were ready the last time" he says

"We're going around in circles you realize that right, you keep asking me the Same question and everytime I give you the Same answer"

"Well maybe I wouldn't be asking you the same question if yourself explained properly"

"Kylian it's a new day and we're starting it on a bad note"

"You've been avoiding this topic for months now and everytime I bring it up you come up with an excuse"

"Because I don't want to talk about it"

"Why do you have to be so difficult"

"Kylian I know you keep asking me the same questions because you're not satisfied with my answers"

"Oh wow look at that, see this is why I married you, you know me so well"

"Stop patronizing me"

"What you don't like my responses,see how it feel?"

"You're hurting my feelings Kylian that's not funny"

"You're also hurting my feelings"

"Because I don't want to be pregnant?"

"But you know that for the longest time I've wanted to a father"

"You seem to forget whose body this is, you're telling me what to do with my body?"

"I'm not I'm just suggesting"

"Well I'm not talking your suggestion"

"WHY?"

"Don't shout at me Kylian"

"WHY DON'T YOU WANT TO HAVE A BABY?"

"BECAUSE THE LAST TIME I WAS PREGNANT I HAD A MISCARRIAGE"

"What?"

"There was a time when I found out I was pregnant, and I didn't tell you because it was that time you and Neymar were fighting and the world had seen you as an arrogant person, I didn't want to tell you because you always looked exhausted, and angry about the whole thing I didn't think it was the right time to tell you

Then one day when you were gone for the international break, I was having stomach cramps, and I knew it was bad because I  can't be on my periods and be pregnant, so I went to the doctor and I found out I had lost the baby, and I didn't want to tell you because  you looked much happier and I knew if I told you it would make you sad, I hadn't seen you that happy in a long time, so I decided not to tell you and you were never home so that made it easier to hide my pain and hurt"

"Mais pourquoi"

"Whenever we were together I wanted us to be happy because I knew the moments would be short lived and  you'd have to go back to playing"

I look at him with hurt and he looks at me with shock and hurt

"I'm sorry Kylian, please forgive me"

"I-I-I can't" he whispers

He walks out the bathroom then down the stairs and out the front door

I then cry, cry for my husband, cry for my unborn baby, cry for the life I would have and cry because of everything that has happened

After wiping my tears and fixing myself I continue with my day

But every now and then I think about the events of the morning and Kylian has ben gone for 6 hours now and I've been calling but his phone keeps going to voicemail

After 8 hours of being absent Kylian finally comes back home, I'm sat on the sofa when he walks in

"Hey"

"Hi" he says

He walks to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of water

"Are you ok?"

"Mhm"

"Can we please talk"

"Yeah"

He walks towards me and we sit on the sofa

We sit in silence until I break it

"Kylian I'm sorry, for not telling you about the baby and keeping it a secret from you, but you have to understand that I was doing it to protect you and your happiness"

"I went out to clear my head, and to think about what you told me and I thought about it and at first I was angry and upset at you for not telling me what was going on with you, but then I realized you've suffered so much all on your own and I wasn't there to walk you through it"

"I am your husband and I'm supposed to be there for you, we are supposed to face problems together and that's why I say we are both at fault here, you are at fault because you didn't tell me what was going on with you and I'm also at fault because I wasn't there for you and I didn't give you an environment where you can tell me, I'm sorry"

"I'm sorry as well"

"Do you forgive me" we both say at the same time

"Yeah I forgive you"

"I forgive you aswell"

He pulls me in for a hug and says

"And we don't have to have a baby now, we can wait until your body is ready and until you are ready I won't bring up the baby topic anymore unless you bring it up"

"Ok, thank you Kylian"

"You're welcome amour"

[quins-heart16]

MY LIFE LINE- kylian mpabbe x fem reader

Summary: yn is nine months pregnant and on bedrest due to the doctors notice

Pairing:kylian mpabbe x reader

Tags/warning: heartbreaking,fluff ,worry

It was a quiet evening at yours and kylians Madrid home, the kind of evening you had grown to cherish in the final weeks of your pregnancy. The air was warm, and the faint hum of anticipation filled the room. You were surrounded by the love of your family—your mom, sister, Kylian’s mom, and his cousin. They had all gathered around, keeping you company while you watched the Champions League final on TV, something you had been looking forward to, even though the doctor had put you on bed rest.

Kylian had been so understanding, leaving you with comforting words before heading out to the game. He had kissed your forehead, promising he would win and come back to you with the trophy. You had laughed softly, your swollen belly gently pressing against the couch cushion, feeling a mix of excitement for him and frustration for yourself. He had wanted you there, but he understood your condition.

The sound of the stadium roaring from the TV made you smile despite your discomfort. You leaned back against the pillows, your eyes glued to the screen. But then, suddenly, a sharp pain shot through you—your breath catching in your throat. You grimaced, trying to ignore it, but the pain only grew more intense.

Your mom noticed immediately. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.

“I… I don’t know. It hurts,” you gasped, gripping the armrest for support. The others immediately crowded around you, trying to calm you, but the pain intensified with each passing minute.

Kylian’s mom, eyes wide with worry, grabbed the phone and dialed the doctor, her voice trembling slightly. Within moments, they were rushing you to the hospital, your family surrounding you like a protective shield.

Once at the hospital, the doctors quickly assessed the situation, their expressions growing serious. You could feel the tension mounting, your heart racing with every beep of the machines. The pain was unbearable now, and tears flowed freely down your face as you squeezed your mom’s hand.

“We need to prepare her for surgery immediately,” the doctor said, his voice urgent but calm. “There are complications. The baby needs to be delivered right away.”

Your mother’s face turned pale as she glanced at your sister, her hand trembling as she touched your cheek. “Stay with me, sweetheart. We’re right here,” she whispered.

But all you could feel was fear—the overwhelming panic of not being able to hold your baby safely, of not being able to comfort them right away.

In the midst of all the commotion, Kylian’s mom, ever the pillar of strength, tried desperately to reach Kylian. She dialed his number over and over, but with each unanswered ring, her worry deepened because her son’s love was fighting for her life in a hospital and he was not picking up yet she was sure the match would be done by now.

Meanwhile, in the locker room, Kylian was surrounded by his teammates, his face beaming with pride as they celebrated their hard-earned win. He laughed, his joy contagious, but his thoughts kept drifting to you. He goes to take a shower and dress up in his track suit after not wanting to go home sweaty to you.

After his shower he goes to his locker to check his phone that’s when he sees many missed calls from his mom,so he dials her quickly

Panic hit him like a wave, his heart skipping a beat. His hands were trembling as he called her back. “Maman! What’s wrong?

His mom’s voice came through, strained and filled with emotion. “Kylian, it’s Y/N… She’s in the hospital. There are complications, and they have to take her into surgery.”

Kylian’s world stopped in that instant. His teammates’ voices faded as he rushed out of the locker room, ignoring the celebrations around him.

His mind raced as he left the stadium, praying with every step that you would be okay, that the love of his life and their unborn child would be safe.

Part 2 is here

https://www.patreon.com/posts/part-2-of-life-124097136?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link

[kylianmbappex]

no one loves pandas as much as kylian does🐼🥹

[mylovekylian]

my sweet, handsome boy. 💕

[a-moment-captured]

Sir…

[emeraldlusts]

Obsessed - A Kylian Mbappé oneshot

Warning : smut, minors DNI, 18+ only Note : may contain spelling and translating mistakes

“I don’t understand,” Kylian sighed, running his hand through his hair. “Have I done something ?”

“There’s nothing to understand,baby, and it has nothing to do with you. I just don’t feel too good about myself today. It’s alright, I’ll snap out of it.”

Of course he didn’t understand. He was Kylian. 

Strong, confident, unwavering, Kylian. 

Admired, worshipped, loved by millions, Kylian. 

How could he ever understand what it felt like to have a low self-esteem day. Being with him was one of the best things that had ever happened to you, but sometimes, just sometimes, it also felt a little too heavy. 

He was that perfect being that never seemed to have any problem with himself. And whenever he had, he just seemed to thrive on finding solutions and tactics to make them go away. You couldn’t help but somehow compare yourself to him, and on those days, your differences in personality made you feel dizzy. You couldn’t quite comprehend why he hadn’t chosen someone as vibrant and confident as him, someone whose aura shone as bright as his own.

“I don’t want you to snap out of it, I want you to explain it to me. Make me understand,” he gently replied, his hand grabbing yours before pulling you down gently onto him on the couch. 

You felt your heart tightened in your chest as you tried to think of a way to make him understand. You didn’t want him to take any of it personally and you also didn’t want to sound like a baby. 

“It’s just sometimes I get overwhelmed by your world… By you. You know ? Like who you are, the people you know, the millions of people who know you and sometimes, I kind of feel like a fraud. Because I’m just like any of the other girls who lusts over you and who would kill to even just get a picture with you. Yet here I am,” you put a hand on his thigh as if to accentuate your point. “Everything is so big and I feel so small compared to all that.”

“I make you feel small ?” he immediately reacted, his eyes widening a little.

“No, no, no ! Absolutely not what I said,” you replied in a chuckle. “I’m just very normal and you’re anything but that.”

He wrapped both arms around your body and brought you to his chest as he seemed to be thinking about your words for a minute. His fingers were tracing random patterns over your shirt, which made you relax and soften a little. Or maybe it was the fact that your face was now buried into his neck and all you could smell was the heady combination of his skin and his cologne. 

“Has it ever occurred to you that I wish I could offer you a simpler life ?” 

“No… ?” you replied after thinking about it for a few seconds. It truly hadn’t because it didn’t make sense to you. 

“Well, I do. All the time.”

You tried to pull away from him a little to take a look at his face and try to make some sense of what he was saying, but he only tightened his grip, prolonging the hug. 

“I’m well aware of what being with me means. The extra precautions we have to take before doing anything, before going anywhere, before even planning anything. I’m painfully aware of the fact that by accepting to be my girlfriend, you gave up on most of the things that actually make a relationship-  and life, enjoyable : going out on dates every week, enjoying peaceful holidays, having dinners with friends out on terraces during summer… And most importantly, not having to actually think about any of that, and letting things  happen spontaneously...” You felt his chest rise as he took a deep breath. “I chose this life. I’ve always wanted to be a successful footballer and the life I have right now is a direct consequence of me fulfilling my dream. But you didn’t. And I’m sorry you have to bear those consequences too.”

You were now gently pushing against his chest to force him to release you so that you could look at him properly. 

“Are you out of your mind ?” you let out in a breathe, not believing what you were hearing. “Kylian, I wouldn’t even have dared to dream about the life you’ve offered me. It’s not perfect for sure,  but no life ever is. But the places we’ve been, the experiences we’ve had… I don’t care for a second that we’ve had to consider whether there would be paps or not. It’s way more than I could ever have asked for.” You were speaking rapidly, needing him to understand just how grateful you were for all of it. “But most importantly : you. Just being with you, getting to share your life, whatever that means… It’s worth it ‘cause it’s you !” 

A small smile had formed on his face at your words and he slowly leaned in before placing his lips on yours in a tender kiss. 

“I get it, but then why can’t you accept that I feel the same ? That I don’t want anything else but you ?”

“I don’t know… Again, because I’m normal. And I guess you could have something a lot more exciting,” you replied, your eyes lowering as your voice died in your throat. 

“More exciting ?” he repeated, tilting your head back up to meet his eyes with one finger under your chin. “How could I ever find anything more exciting ?” 

You searched his eyes for any trace of amusement, because the answer seemed evident to you, and you were wondering if he was making fun of you. 

“Do I have to explain it to you ?” he said, his voice a little lower now, “just how obsessed I am with you ?” he clarified at your questioning look. 

“Kylian,” you started, not sure what it was exactly that you wanted to say. Both his hands were now on your hips as you straddled his thighs and you felt his fingers gently dig into your skin. 

The tension that was nonexistent only a few minutes ago seemed to grow stronger with every passing second now. Kylian was searching your face as a plan started to form in his head. He couldn’t believe you were feeling that way, and even though you had started by telling him that it had nothing to do with him, he understood that he had failed to show you the depth of his adoration for you.

He delicately grabbed your face and pressed his lips down on yours once more. He gave you a few seconds to respond before deepening it, trying to pour all of his passion in that kiss. He needed you to understand, it was now his mission.

Before you could comprehend what was happening, he had risen from the sofa, taking you with him in his arms. He started walking through the house, then up the stairs and into the bedroom, his strides long and steady, as if you weighed nothing. 

“I’m obsessed with the way your body feels against mine,” he started, his lips leaving yours just long enough to murmur that phrase before kissing you again. 

“Oh god, you don’t hav-” you started to protest but he pulled away and shook his head before interrupting you. 

“I love the way you instantly relax when I wrap my arms around you ; you have no idea what it does to me… Sometimes when we’re out in public and I see you tense up at something, paps, fans, whatever… It takes everything in me not to pull you into a hug just to feel all of you relax the way you just did earlier.”

While he was talking, he put you down on the center of the bed, making sure the pillows were right under your head as he hovered over you, resting on his forearms on both sides of your face. 

“I can’t get enough of the way you throw your head back when you laugh, a genuine laugh. You also scrunch up your nose a little and sometimes I find it adorable,” he kissed the tip of your nose as he said that before you noticed his eyes darken a little. “But most times all I can think about is how soft your neck feels against my lips when I kiss you there. And the effect it has on you. Every time.”

He slowly and very deliberately brushed his lips down your jaw, before reaching your neck and kissing the spot right under your ear, his tongue darting out to before nipping at the skin with his teeth. 

A sigh immediately left your lips as you tilted your head back, your eyes closing shut as you gave him more access. 

“Exactly like that,” he hummed appreciatively as he continued his sweet, sweet assault on your neck. “Can I try something ?” he murmured against your skin. 

“Hmm ?” you replied, already lost in him, the things he did to you. 

He barely detached himself from you as he reached toward his bedside table to retrieve his sleeping mask.

“I want you to focus only on my voice and my touch,” he explained as he waited for your approval. You hesitated for a second, not knowing what he had in mind, but curiosity got the best of you and you gave him the little nod he was waiting for. 

He slipped the mask over your eyes and secured it behind your head before gently pressing his lips down on yours again. Your left hand immediately reached for his arm, needing to touch him to anchor you into the room. The darkness felt foreign but you trusted him with your life and you knew that whatever he had in mind, he was going to make you feel good. More than that, he was probably going to leave you breathless, panting, unable to recover for a little while. 

“I’m still amazed at the connection we share in the bedroom ; the way you respond to my every touch, my every word. The way you can make me lose my mind with a single stroke as well.” His lips were back on your neck and you could feel the heat between your legs, the fabric of your panties beginning to soak through. 

“I need you, Kylian, please,” you moaned, your head now fully tiled back as you arched your back to press yourself against him.

“Now, that’s another thing,” he continued, his arm sliding behind your back to keep you pressed against him. “Your impatience never fails to arouse me,” you could hear the smirk in his voice as he trailed his fingers under your shirt and started caressing your skin, his touch featherlight, making you sigh his name again.

His hand slowly traveled up until it reached your breast, he cupped one boob and proceeded to brush his thumb back and forth over your erect nipple. Your lips were now parted, your breathing shallow as you felt your skin burn with desire under his ministrations. 

“Can you feel yourself moving, baby ?” he asked, his lips now back by your ear. “It’s very subtle, but your hips keep bucking up each time I brush against your nipple.” he explained and you had to focus a little but you eventually realized it was true. Your body was moving in rhythm with his touch. “And then when I do this,” he pinched your peak between his thumb and index, making you gasp. Your hips instantly thrusted upward, your core pressing firmly against his bulge, seeking friction. “Gosh, Y/N, I swear that could make me cum right on the spot.”

He kept playing with your breasts for a while, driving you completely crazy until you were a moaning mess under him. You needed him to quit teasing and start touching you where you needed him most. Your panties were completely soaked and your throbbing core needed attention, badly. 

“I wish you could see yourself right now,” he groaned, “head back, cheeks flushed, teeth grazing your bottom lip, chest rising rapidly, trying to catch your breath… Actually, one day I’ll make you stand in front of a mirror, and I’ll make you watch yourself as I touch you all over.”

It sounded like a promise and you knew that now that he had put that idea in his head, he would make it happen sooner or later. He was always keen on trying new things in the bedroom, new ways to pleasure the both of you, to take the intensity a step further. You were pretty certain you would end up having a heart attack in his bed one day, unable to take all the pleasure he was giving you. 

“You’re not touching me all over right now,” you finally managed to protest

You heard him chuckle and that did it for you. You had had enough and decided right in that instant that you would take matters into your own hands. You slid your fingers down your body and lower stomach before slipping them under the waistband of your panties. You were just about to let your fingers glide between your wet folds when Kylian wrapped his own hand around your wrist and stopped you in your tracks. 

“Oh, baby, baby, baby…” he trailed, “I’m fascinated by how often you seem to forget who’s in control in the bedroom.” he admonished teasingly. “I love that you keep defying me, and I think you only do it because you know it’ll only make me more dominant. Nothing makes you moan louder, or makes you come harder than when I take complete control and have you surrender yourself to me.”

He was absolutely right and you hated him for it. You hated that despite the throbbing heat growing between your thighs at this moment, you still secretly wanted him to play with you until you couldn’t take it anymore. And then play some more just to remind you that he could.

“But about what you just did, I think I’d like you to touch yourself for me one day. No blindfold though, I’ll want you to look at me and hold my gaze the whole way through, even as you make yourself come with your fingers, my name falling from your lips.”

“Oh god…” you whined.”Please, I’m sorry, I just- just need you down there,” you confessed. 

Kylian decided to take pity on you and gently lifted your shirt up over your head, then discarded you of your shorts and panties, mesmerized by the way you gasped as the cool air of the room hit your aching pussy. 

“Turn around, baby ; hands and knees,” he instructed before helping you get settled in your new positions as you still couldn’t see anything. 

He parted your ass cheek with both his hands, admiring the view before trailing a single digit down to your dripping entrance. 

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he spoke, his voice low as if coming directly from his chest. “You, in that position, ready and willing to be taken as I please. You don’t know how many times I’ve touched myself just thinking about you like that. So many different things could happen from there.” With that he slid his finger past your fold and curled it immediately, making you jerk back in pleasure, your back arching a little more. 

“Was that what you wanted ?” 

“Yes, oh yes, thank you.” you moaned, as you uncontrollably started moving your hips back and forth, fucking yourself on his index finger. 

You heard Kylian’s zipper as he decided to free his pulsing erection, the pressure of his pants on it becoming unbearable. He gently teased a second finger at your entrance before letting it slip in, stretching you that little bit more as he could already feel your walls flutter around his digits.

“How could I ever want anything else ?” he murmured to himself as he watched your body move under him. Your back was arched as far as it could go, making your ass lift up in a way he could never get sick off. 

He brought his other hand back on your left ass cheek before giving it a stinging slap, making you yelp. Then almost immediately his thumb started tracing circles around your second hole, making you tense instantly. Kylian didn’t miss the way your pussy spammed around his fingers though,  as you stopped breathing for a second.

“I love how you’re still holding back just there,” he applied a small pressure on your hole, “even though I can feel what the mere thought of it does to you.”

“Kylian…” you warned in a whisper. 

“I won’t ever go there, or anywhere, without your consent. You know that baby.” he reassured as he slipped his arm around your body, and found your clit with his free hand, making you relax instantly. “But one day, when you’re ready to explore that part with me, I promise I will take you places you’ve never been…”

“I can b-barely handle where you’re already taking me,” you moaned as his thumb was now rubbing your clit vigorously. His fingers were still buried deep in your pussy, curling up and hitting the one special spot only he could reach. “So close,” you managed to add, as if he didn’t know already. 

Kylian was feeling a warmth spread through his chest at your words. He took immense pride in knowing he could push the boundaries of your pleasure, and even greater pleasure in seeing you completely lost in it, your mind disconnected as all you could do was let your body take over and hope it would be strong enough to handle the shattering orgasm that was about to take over you.

You let out a half-moan, half-scream as the knot in the pit of your stomach finally snapped. Your arms gave in and you let your face fall into the pillow under you as the gigantic wave took you over, making your thighs tremble, your pussy clench almost painfully and your eyes tear up in pure pleasure. 

“Kylian,” you rasped out as his fingers kept moving at the same rhythm, determined to draw every last streak of crushing pleasure out of you. 

He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. In that instant all he could think about was how this is what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. Bringing you to orgasm, pushing you over the edge. Over and over. 

He pulled his fingers away from your clit as soon as he felt you shudder ; not that he wasn’t into overstimulation, but that would have to be for another day. He kept thrusting his two fingers in and out of your pussy though, stretching you still as he stroked his rock hard cock, spreading the precum over the swollen head. 

“I need you so bad, Y/N,” he moaned, waiting for you to catch your breath before placing his tip at your dripping entrance. 

“Please,” you replied, pushing your ass back into him to make him know you were ready for him. 

Truth was, you were always ready. Or rather, you were always needy for him. Because no matter how hard he could make you cum with his fingers or with his mouth, nothing ever compared to the feeling of his shaft buried deep inside you, stretching you to a point where pleasure and pain couldn’t be dissociated anymore.

He entered you slowly, his hands separating your ass cheeks once more to watch himself disappear into you. You gasped at the sensation, your pussy sensitive from his previous assault.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he let out in a breathe as he pushed his pelvis against your ass, making sure he was as deep as he could go. 

He started thrusting in and out, fairly slowly at first, to make sure you could adjust ; then he picked up his pace, chasing his own pleasure as well as yours. He would have come in a minute if he hadn’t been so determined to enjoy this a little while longer. 

He slid one arm around your body and found your breast again, teasing your nipples in turn, pinching and twisting, eliciting small whines from you as he felt your pussy clench around him with every touch. 

“F-fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” he groaned. “Face down,” he instructed. 

You obeyed immediately, burying your face into the pillows once more and letting your arms rest by the side of your head, fingers digging into the sheets below. 

He could go even deeper like that and you could feel every vain, every ridge of his member.

“You close, baby?” he asked as he started playing with your clit again. “Wanna cum with you.”

“I- I don’t think I can,” you stuttered. The pleasure you felt in that moment felt all over the place, not really directed toward an orgasm, but you didn’t know how to explain that to him. You were just too sensitive and it was delicious all over : your pussy, your clit, your nipples…

“Oh, is that so?” he instantly replied, the challenge evident in his voice. His touch on your clit became more insistant as the rythm of his thrusts quickened, quite literally fucking you into the matress. “But baby, do you know what else I’m obsessed with ?” he decided to tease out one last time. You couldn’t answer him at that point and he knew it as well as you did. “The way I can make your body do whatever the hell I want it to do, just by…” 

He never finished that sentence. Instead he just showed you what he meant. 

He slid his free arm down your torso and up to your neck, before lifting you up so that your back was now pressed against his chest, your back still arched so that he could resume his thrusting. He tightened his grip, restricting your oxygen supply just enough to make you dizzy as he kept pounding into you. His fingers were still playing with your clit and he grazed his teeth on your earlobe before giving his final order. 

“Now, come.”

And you crashed onto him, your body shaken to the very core as an orgasm you hadn’t even seen coming traveled through your entire body, from the tip of your toes and up to the very top of your head. 

Kylian let out a guttural moan as he stilled inside of you and wrapped both arms around you to keep you from falling over. Your walls were pulsing around his throbbing member and his own orgasm hit him just as hard as yours as your pussy milked him in the most delicious way. 

“Y/N..” he let your name fall from his lips before gently sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of your shoulder as he spilled hot white spurts of his cum into you. He was breathless and completely lost in the sensations, as he clinged onto you, almost crushing you into his chest in an attempt to merge your two bodies together and feel as close to you as possible.

Kylian eventually pulled you down with him and onto the bed, wrapping his arm around your waist as he slowly pulled out of you. He placed a soft kiss to your lips and you both laid there for a good ten minutes, too stunned to say anything. None of you quite ready to let the moment go. 

“There is nothing ‘normal’ about the way you make me feel,Y/N” he murmured against your hair as he tightened his hold on you and closed his eyes.

He retrieved the sleeping mask you had taken off shortly after your second orgasm and held it up close to your face while a gentle smile appeared on his face. 

“So, what did you think about the blindfold ?” he asked, although he already had a pretty good idea of your answer. 

“That was quite something,” you shyly replied, pressing your face into his chest. “It just heightened everything somehow.”

“Yeah, you were even more responsive, even more impatient,” Kylian teased.

“Hey!” you protested, “I was just exactly where you wanted me to be, as always.”

“True that,” he admitted.

“Would you ever want to be blindfolded ?” you suddenly asked, raising your head to look at him directly. 

“You want to blindfold me ?” he returned the question, cocking his head to the side in surprise. You shrugged, your mind starting to consider the possibilities. “I don’t know, baby, in case I haven’t made that clear today, being able to see your body react and respond is a big turn on for me.”

“Yeah but what if I want to just take care of you ?”

“You’re more than welcome to do that while letting me enjoy the view at the same time.”

“But I think I might be a bit bolder if I know you can’t actually see me,” you tried to persuade him. 

“Oh really ? and what would you being bolder entail, exactly ?” he asked, now very curious. 

“I guess we’ll never know,” you shrugged again before getting up and quickly walking toward the bathroom, not letting him the opportunity to reply, knowing full well you had just planted a seed in his mind that was only going to grow from then on..

[szariahwroteit]

Outside of him looking so fucking good, this video of Kylian is so funny because he couldn't care less… 🤣

[damiansgoodgirll]

Can you do a angst about Kylian maybe he cheated on his wife when she is pregnant (or not) and then she leaves him, but after she forgives him after so many attempts of trying get back to her, with a happy ending

changed it a bit because i hate cheating so no happy ending for this one :))

kylian mbappè x reader

tw : cheating, a lot of angst sorry

5 years

you were six months pregnant and you and kylian were thrilled about the arrival of your first baby. you’ve been wanting a family for so long and when you started trying for a baby if felt like the universe wasn’t on your side.

now, two years later, you were finally pregnant and full of joy. everyone around you kept telling you how full of life you were, you were glowing and people noticed it.

the first few months were hell. you couldn’t keep food down, even the smell of morning breakfast made you nauseous and frustrated. kylian did everything he could to help you. he would hold your hair if you needed to throw up, he would cuddle you afterwards and helped you stay hydrated.

around the third month your belly started to show, you started to feel the baby growing. kylian talked every night to your growing belly, he couldn’t wait to meet them.

fourth and fifth months were easier. you still felt nauseous and your whole body began to hurt, your back was hurting, your feet, your growing boobs, your hands, sometimes even your nose. but to you, everything was worth it.

now you just entered your sixth month and because of pregnancy, hormones and summer you couldn’t stop sweating. you were always a complete mess. not even cold showers and ac could help you.

kylian knew how much uncomfortable you were and he decided to make you relax with a little vacation in miami. not the coldest place on earth, it was completely the opposite but your hotel had a spa, indoor pool and a perfect way to the beach. it was everything you could ask for.

the week passed and you were so grateful that kylian made you forget about all of your problems. he was invited to some party in the hamptons, almost like he was part of the elite and of course he wanted to go. he asked you to join him but honestly you couldn’t wait to go home and lay in bed all week. your body started to hurt again and you needed some rest. of course kylian understood your point of view so he went to the hamptons while you went straight back home.

you called him when you landed back in paris and he texted you right before the party. everything was normal, until it wasn’t.

you woke up the day after, it probably was still night in america so you waited to call kylian. due to your growing belly you couldn’t find any comfortable position in bed so you woke up pretty early and laid on the couch watching some tv.

when it was around 9 am you got tired, you went from watching the news to watching friends to watching crime shows. the only person you needed was kylian but at the moment he was on the other side of the world partying and probably getting drunk.

you ignored your phone all morning so you were surprised when you saw that your best friend called you 10 times.

it was lunch time and you were starting to eat when you decided to open your phone. it was blowing.

14 missed calls from kylian.

10 missed calls from your best friend.

4 missed calls from kylian’s brother ethan.

you saw people kept mentioning you on twitter and instagram so curiosity got the best of you and went straight to the socials.

you wish you didn’t do it.

leaked pictures of kylian kissing another woman. his hands all over her body. on her ass too. a video of kylian and this random girl hidden in the corner making out.

you felt like throwing up but this time wasn’t because of the pregnancy.

people started messaging you, saying how sorry they were for you, that you and the baby didn’t deserve it.

the baby.

he cheated on you, his soon-to-be wife, while you were carrying his baby.

he decided to throw away five years for what?

right when your mind was spinning and full of thoughts that kylian’s name appeared once again on your phone. he was calling you again. this time you answered, you knew you had to confront him once he got back home.

“oh thank god you answered…” he said from the other side of the phone.

“do you need something?” you asked, your voice emotionless. he knew you saw the pictures. and the video.

“listen, i’m coming back home right now, i’m at the airport…i’m so sorry, you have no idea…i’m so ashamed” he confessed. you knew he was crying but you couldn’t care less.

you turned your phone off without answering him. you knew you had like 6 or 7 hours before he got back home, so, with the help of your best friend, you started packing everything, from your clothes to the make up and books.

the moment you saw how empty his room looked without your things you broke down crying. you started realising that the man you loved for all these years really cheated on you.

you broke down once again, this time when you were in the nursery because having a family and growing this kid with love was all you wished for.

your best friend comforted you and helped you packing. while you were at home waiting for kylian, she got all of your stuff back to your old apartment. it wasn’t as nice as kylian’s, but it was big enough for you to be growing your baby.

sat on the sofa and watching the eiffel tower shining, you heard the front door opening and what you saw was a very broken and suffering kylian.

good.

he needed so suffer.

“baby…i…” he started talking but you stopped him.

“y/n…not baby, my name’s y/n”

“i’m so sorry mon amour, i - i don’t know what happened…” he started explaining and you let him, you already knew that no matter what he said you were not going to forgive him “i guess i was just drunk and caught up in the moment…i know it’s not an excuse but i really have none…i’m so so sorry for doing this to you, you didn’t deserve it…”

“we didn’t deserve it…” you said laying a hand on your belly “i don’t give a fuck if you were drunk or not, you cheated on me! kylian this is unforgivable, don’t give a shit if you’re the father of my baby…i don’t wanna see you or hear you ever again” you said standing up from the couch.

“what-you can’t be serious…no, no i can’t lose you y/n, you’re everything for me, you and the baby…i love you both so much…”

“i’m deadass serious mbappè” you tried to keep a serious tone but you broke down when you started seeing that woman around kylian’s body in your mind “i’ve loved you for all of these years kylian, i still love you but right now i can’t even stay in the same room as you…you make me sick, in less than three months our baby will be here and - and i can’t even stand to see your face” you cried “i gave you everything! kylian, how could you do this to me? to us?”

“i know i have no excuses…i’m just so sorry, i can’t even say how much sorry i am…”

“i don’t care how sorry you are” you sobbed “i really don’t…you just broke everything we had, this, our family…”

“don’t say this please…” kylian walked towards you but you stopped him. he wanted to punch himself, he wanted to scream and cry, he wanted to hold you and wipe your tears away but he knew he fucked up really bad.

“i already packed my things…i won’t be living here, i can’t even stand to see your face right now…”

“no, you can’t leave me y/n please…i love you so much, i fucked up i know but i’ll work for your forgiveness, i’ll make it up to you” he cried. he knew it was over. he lost.

“i really don’t care…” you said. exhausted.

“don’t do this please…don’t break our family apart”

“you did it kylian the moment you kissed that girl, and i know that it wasn’t only a kiss, i know you fucked her, the look you had in the video…i know that look pretty good…you’re the one to blame…you’ll be hearing from my lawyer” you said before leaving his apartment.

kylian broke you in so many ways you couldn’t even explain but your baby deserved to have a father, you just didn’t want to be a part of it.

his mom and his family helped you during the last months of pregnancy, he tried to call you so many times that you had to block him.

you didn’t want him inside the room when you were giving birth. your mom was there, his mom was there too and that was all the support you needed.

you began to think about how it would have been if he never cheated on you, how your baby would have two beautiful parents that loved each others but now your child was stuck with two parents who kept fighting and couldn’t see each others.

all because kylian couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.

part 2

[ts1mp0ne]

HALA MADRID🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

[gavi-pedri]

Some of y'all need to realize we are NEVER gonna date these football players.. let them live please. It's okay to be a lil delulu everyone is but there's no reason to be crying when you see pics of them with other girls 🥴