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trendykun · 4 months ago
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Mbappe Shows Respect: Chooses No. 9 at Real Madrid to Keep No. 10 with Modric
Kylian Mbappe's arrival at Real Madrd sparked questions about jersey numbers. While he previously wore No. 10 for both Paris Saint-Germain and France, the young star opted for No. 9 Read more click here.
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freesiahubiga · 30 days ago
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kylianwifey · 4 months ago
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THAT SHOULD BE ME HOLDING UR HANDS 😭😭😭😭🗣️🗣️🗣️
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mentalbaddiex · 3 months ago
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the hacker ate this so bad
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rebelliousneferut · 4 months ago
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the girl on the screen | kylian mbappé
summary; you're kylian mbappé's girlfriend, living a relatively quiet life until you unexpectedly become the internet's obsession. during kylian's real madrid speech, you're caught on camera and instantly go viral.
genre; smau
face claim; maria isabel
note; english is not my first language.
forgive my poor edits, i did what i could haha
request! masterlist!
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˚ ༘♡ ���。˚ ❀˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ❀˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ❀˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
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yourusername
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yourusername always a passenger princess
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username MY WIFE
username how beautiful you are
username i'm sorry but i don't understand why everyone is so obsessed with her. she is not so pretty.
username so what?
username and you are?
username stfu
username why didn't we know about her before?
username they were really cautious 💀
footballwags new wag in the squad 🫶🏽
username i fell in love
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yourusername me, me and my boy
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k.mbappe ❤️❤️❤️
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username some boys take a beautiful girl and hide her away from the rest of the world 💔
username how do you keep a woman like that a secret?
username i was smiling until i saw the last photo </3
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username me too
username lmao
username kylian never missed a post of her
username y/n leave kylian and come with me
username girls don't want kylian, girls want y/n
username say it louder
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footballwags let's welcome the newest wag into our squad, who in just 24 hours caused a sensation on social networks, gaining a large number of followers on her instagram accounts.
y/n is kylian mbappe's girlfriend, we didn't know it until her presentation with real madrid and since then no one has stopped talking about her.
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yourusername thank you all for receiving me so well 💗
footballwags 💗💗
username WE LOVE YOU
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username i could be a better boyfriend than him
username mother is mothering
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9kylian · 4 months ago
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Ky when Judy hits him up w Brummie accent
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latin5mamii · 2 months ago
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competition
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warnings: cuteness (my heart literally melt)
genre:fluff; kylianxfem!reader
summary: Kylian can't stand kitten videos anymore, so what's better than actually gifting you one?
author's note: I’m really going to miss seeing our little croissant play for the next three weeks! It’s just so sad and i want to cry. Every time I watch him on the pitch, I find myself literally ADMIRING him , and honestly, it’s starting to worry me about my mental health...
˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩
You’ve been dreaming about adopting a kitten for what feels like forever—weeks of obsessively sending Kylian video after video of fluffy kittens, each with the same unspoken message: “I need one.”
He’s honestly not sure how this kitten craze of yours even started. Maybe it was that time you found a kitty on the street and immediately dropped to your knees, practically begging him to take it home with you. He still remembers the way your face fell when you found out the kitten already had an owner. Ever since then, you’ve been on a mission.
It’s gotten kind of relentless. At first, Kylian thought it was cute, how every few hours you’d send him another kitten clip with heart eyes and a not-so-subtle, “Look at this one! Isn’t it adorable?” But now, it’s reached a point where every time his phone dings, he knows it’s another video of a kitten doing something cute, followed by your predictable "I want one so bad."
The man can only take so much.
And for Kylian, saying no to you is basically impossible. He could ignore the hints for a while, but the way you light up whenever the topic of kittens comes up? Yeah, there’s no way he’s letting this one slide much longer.
“Amour,” Kylian’s deep, playful voice echoes through your temporary apartment as he closes the door behind him. You barely glance up from your phone, lost in yet another kitten video that you’ll definitely be sending him in a few minutes.
But his tone catches your attention. There’s something different in it—something secretive.
“Amour,” he repeats, this time a bit more mischievous. “I have a surprise for you.”
That’s all it takes. Your heart skips a beat, and you scramble to your feet, tossing your phone onto the couch without a second thought. You rush down the hallway toward him, excitement bubbling up inside you.
“Kylian, what is it? What’s going on?” you ask breathlessly, practically bouncing on your toes. You’re not great with surprises, mainly because your curiosity knows no bounds, and Kylian knows that all too well.
He grins, clearly enjoying your impatience. “Patience, chérie,” he teases, holding his hands behind his back. “Close your eyes first.”
You let out an exaggerated groan but obey, squeezing your eyes shut. “You know I hate this, right?”
He chuckles, and you can hear him moving closer. “I know. But you’ll love this.”
There’s a moment of silence, and you feel like you’re going to explode from anticipation. Then, just as you’re about to cheat and peek, you hear it—a tiny, delicate meow.
Your eyes snap open before Kylian can even tell you to, and your breath catches in your throat. In his arms, nestled against his chest, is the most adorable, tiny kitten you’ve ever seen. Its fur is a mix of cream and gray, and its big, round blue eyes blink up at you with curiosity.
“Oh my God,” you gasp, your hands flying to your mouth as you stare in disbelief.
Kylian laughs softly, clearly proud of himself as he watches your reaction. “I couldn’t handle the constant kitten videos anymore,” he teases, shifting the tiny bundle of fur in his arms so you can get a better look. “So I figured I’d just… bring you one.”
You’re speechless, your hands trembling as you reach out to take the kitten from him. It’s so small, so delicate, and it lets out the tiniest purr as soon as it’s nestled in your arms, pressing its little head against your chest. 
“I love you,” you murmur, though you’re not entirely sure whether you’re saying it to Kylian or the kitten. Maybe both.
“I know,” he replies, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “But do you love me more than the kitten?”
You giggle, shaking your head as you hold the kitten closer. “Well, the kitten is pretty cute. You’ve got some competition now.”
He feigns offense, raising an eyebrow as if wounded, but the act doesn’t last long. Watching you tenderly cradle the tiny kitten in your lap, gently stroking its soft fur, his heart can’t help but melt.“So… have you thought of a name yet? Or are you just going to call it ‘kitten’ forever?”
You look down at the tiny fluff ball in your lap. A name? You hadn’t even gotten that far in your daydreams.
“Hm, I don’t know… I kind of like ‘kitten,’” you joke, earning a groan from Kylian. “No, seriously! Look at this face. It’s like pure kitten energy.”
“Amour, we are not calling it ‘kitten,’” Kylian says, though he can’t help but smile.
You tap your chin playfully, as if deep in thought, then look up at Kylian with a soft smile. “I think I need to really take my time with this,” you say, your tone serious but with a hint of teasing. “It’s a big decision, and I don’t want to rush it.”
Kylian raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “You’re telling me we need to schedule a whole naming ceremony for this kitten?”
“Obviously,” you reply with a grin, gently stroking the kitten’s fur. “It’s an important choice. I’ll need some time… and maybe a little inspiration.”
Kylian leans in, his voice playful. “Oh? And how do you plan on finding this inspiration, chérie?”
You tilt your head and flash him a warm smile. “By cuddling with my two favorite babies,” you say softly, looking between him and the kitten. “That should give me all the inspiration I need.”
Kylian’s expression softens instantly, his eyes sparkling as he leans in closer, pressing a tender kiss to your temple. “Your two babies, huh?” he murmurs against your skin, his voice low and affectionate.
“Mm-hmm,” you hum, leaning into him as you settle against his chest. “My big baby and my little baby. Both equally important.”As you lean into Kylian’s embrace, you watch the tiny kitten stir slightly before making its way to his stomach. With a delicate hop, it settles right on top of him, curling into a tiny ball, its soft purring almost harmonizing with the rise and fall of Kylian’s breathing.
You can’t help but smile, feeling your heart practically melt at the sight. There’s something about seeing Kylian, this towering, athletic man, with such a delicate creature nestled on his chest that makes the moment even sweeter.
“Oh my God,” you whisper, your voice barely above a breath. “Look at her.”
Kylian glances down at the little fluff ball, a small chuckle escaping him. “She’s already making herself at home,” he says softly, his fingers lightly grazing the kitten’s fur. “Can’t say I blame her, though. I’m pretty comfortable, right?”
˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩
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spidybaby · 2 months ago
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Leaked | Part Two
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Summary: Kylian realized he made a mistake with you. Sadly, it was a little too late.
Warnings: cursing, mentions of cheating, gaslight, pregnancy talk.
A/N: sorry about the time, life got crazy but I fix it and now I'm back.
Part one
The vibration of the phone is what woke him up. The bothering feeling was making him uncomfortable, eyes opening up.
"Yes?" He asks, raspy voice.
"Kylian, good morning." He hears the Mister voice. "Sorry to bother you this early, I need you to come downstairs to meet me and Mister Florentino."
"Mister, Buenos días." He says in Spanish. "I'll be there, give me five minutes."
He hung the phone, getting up and walking to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth.
He puts on a tracksuit, looking at you. So peaceful, so sleepy. You were so calm, nothing bothering your mind.
He grabs his phone. Noticing that it died because he forgot to charge it. Thankfully it lasted enough to get the call.
Walking to your side, he gave a kiss to your shoulder and hair. Smiling at the small, sleepy smile you give at the feeling of love.
He left the room, PowerBank in hand, and phone in the other. He was calmed, thinking it was a call because of the strategy he planned with the Mister.
He happily walked over to the small reunion room the club asked the hotel to reserve for them. He sees the lawyer of the club, Florentino, and the Mister.
"Buenos días." He smiles. "Sorry about the wait. I was sleeping." He smiles, shaking hand with them.
"This is Gonzalo, he's our lawyer." Florentino says.
"I know, nice to see you again." He smiles at Gonzalo.
He nods, looking at both Florentino and Ancelotti. They just nod and turb back to him. "Kylian, I don't know if you looked at your phone before coming here."
He frowns, not caring about his phone because it is dead. "It's dead." He smiles, lifting his phone that was connected to his powerbank.
"What we are about to show you, we know it's not going to be easy to overcome." Ancelotti says. "Gonzalo, please."
He opens the iPad he has next to him. Turning it to him to show him the news article. "I know you have a private life. We are not going to judge your life, we just want you to know how you would like to know how you would like us to proceed."
He's blank.
He can't even read the full article. His mind goes to the pictures of her.
Her.
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"Do you want me to bring some champagne?"
He nods, unbottoning his pants and leaving them aside. He turns the water off, moving back into his room to change the Playlist.
He sees his phone, opens it, and notices he has a message from you. He opens it, looking at the picture you sent him. You were opening the gift he sent you.
He feels his stomach turn. You thank him for always spoiling you. Telling him that when you see him, you'll try to make it up.
Make it up for a gift he sent you because he feels bad that he's sharing his bed with another girl that's not you.
"I got the champagne." Silvia says.
He turns the do not disturb mode. Leaving his phone on the nightstand. He feels the cold lips on his back.
"I talked to your mom." She says, serving a bit of the gold liquid into the glass. "I reserved the table at the restaurant you asked." She smiles. "And I got the special room."
He thanks her, grabbing the glass from her hand and drinking the champagne like a shot. "Take that off. Let's get into the water." He chuckles, moving the bra strap down her shoulder.
He walks into the bathroom, taking his boxers off and entering the water of the jacuzzi. His body relaxed at the warm of the water.
He feels her body sticking to his, her legs on each side of him. "I love you." She says. "Ethan and I were talking about having another trip together with your family."
He throws his head back. Body tensing at how much guilt he feels that you are happy at home, thinking he had a nice gesture with you. Meanwhile, he's talking about future plans with another woman.
He opens his eyes, looking at her. Her hair remains him of you. "I'll leave my card with you tomorrow, I remember how much you wanted to change your hair color." He lies.
Silvia loves her hair. She thinks it's cute and natural. But Kylian needs to have a difference between you and her.
"Did I?" She asks, confused. "I feel good with my color."
"You told me that." He lies again. "Remember, you even showed me that picture of that actress."
Her frown is hard, she's trying to remember who he's talking about. "Who?"
She curse in his mind. "The one from that movie with the French actor." He says, thinking about the last movie he saw with you. "Flower?"
"Flower?" She repeats. "Are you talking about Florence Pugh?" Silvia laughs. "I don't remember, but if you liked that, I'll do it."
He smiles, happy that he got what he wanted. Silvia was easy to convince. Even when she didn't like the idea, she would do it for him.
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"But why?" She cries. "I thought you loved me."
"Sil, amour." He sighs, tired. "I think you need to find someone who can be with you like you want to."
She sobs into her hands once again, making him roll his eyes. Why was she so dramatic?
"Stop it, please." He taps her head. "I'll send you that pretty bag you like to make it up." He smiles.
She lifts her head, slapping his hand away. "I don't want a bag, Kylian." She yells. "I want compromise."
"I can't give you that." He scuffs. "I told you, I'll make it up. Take it or leave it."
Silvia shakes her head, trying to get composure.
"Is it because I thought I was pregnant?" She asks, sad.
He makes a face, he didn't even thought of that.
"No." He says, very dry.
"Then explain it to me."
"I don't like you anymore." He says, not caring if he's hurting her. "There, you wanted the truth."
Her eyes fill with tears, making him feel tired and want for her to stop and leave. "But I love you."
"Well, I don't." He gets up from bed. "I need to go to training, pack your things, I'll send you your flight information."
She tries calling his name. She even ran after him. "I'll be better, please, Ky."
He presses the elevator button, turning to her right after. He doesn't even care if she gets on her knees.
"If you don't get to pack everything, I'll send it over to your house." He says, hearing the ring of the elevator door opening. "Just be out before five." He smiles, winking at her.
He takes his phone out of his pocket, opening the message you sent him. It was about you packing your thing, telling him how happy you are to see him.
He calls you. "My love." He smiles, happy that you answer his facetime. "Ready to flight?"
"Hi, my love." You say to him, placing the phone. "I'm finishing with the packing, and then I'll leave to the airport."
He smiles at how cute you look, his jersey of the real madrid looking cute on you. "Bring that bikini I love." He teasily smiles.
"It's already packed." You shily says. "Are you going to train?"
"Oui, wish me luck." He chuckles. "Right after we are meeting the team to leave."
"Have fun today, okay?" You softly say. "I love you."
"I love you more." He says, honest about his feelings. "When you land and get to the hotel, tell me."
"Oui oui." You laugh. "I have to make a work call before leaving, so I'll see you soon, amour." You smile, sending him a kiss.
He smiles at his phone. Sending you a kiss. If only his friends would see him doing that. They would laugh at how comical he would look.
"Love you, bye."
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Gonzalo calls his name again. Making him go back to reality. He noticed the now black screen of the iPad.
"I know it's hard." Gonzalo says. "But, we were thinking that maybe we can put out a statement and try to deny this."
"Would this work?" He asks. He's worried.
"We can blame it on AI." Gonzalo says. "I think this would be hard on your partner but it's for the better."
He clears his throat. "She's not." He pauses, feeling embarrassed. "She's not my partner."
Gonzalo lifts his hands. "Don't have to give me any explanation." He smiles. "Just know she would get some heat because of this."
"I don't care about her." He says, harsh but honest. "Just please fix this."
Gonzalo nods, turning to Florentino and to Ancelotti. They nod, too. "I'll work right now on the statement, I'll send it to your lawyer and manager."
Kylian thanks him. Shaking his hands as he stood up and left the room. "I'm sorry, Mister." He says. "I'm sorry, Mister Perez."
"Don't, we know this wasn't something you planned." Florentino smiles. "Just don't worry about it and focus on the game."
"Will do, sir, thank you for understanding."
"Relax, Kylian." Carlo says. "Go take a cold shower, and don't worry about checking social media."
He nods. Thanking them again, and walking back upstairs. He checks his messages, answering the one from his mom.
> Don't log into x or Instagram. <
> Why? What did you do? <
> Trust me on this. Just let me fix something and I'll call you. <
He doesn't want to get into the room. He has a feeling. He opens the door, hearing a sniff.
His heart broke, and his stomach dropped. Your teary eyes, your wet cheeks. You follow his eyes, letting a sob out of your mouth.
You cry into your hands.
It's like a dejavu of Silvia crying into her hands. Except this time he cares. He cares about your feelings, he cares about your sobs.
He wants to ask you to slap him, to yell at him. He wants you to do anything, but leave. He can't help but breathe hard.
He follows you with his eyes, you slam the door of the bathroom. He throws himself on the bed. Cursing at himself for being so stupid.
He feels his phone vibrate, Silvia's name showing up. He declined the call, texting her that he would call her later.
She tries again. He just sits back on the bed, declining the call once again.
> Kylian, answer
> I need to talk to you
> why is your lawyer calling me?
> You think I did this?
> love, just answer. I know we ended bad, but I'll never. <
He left the phone on the side, airplane mode on.
You open the door, red puffy eyes. He wants to cry just by the look of you. You move to your luggage, packing the things you have outside of it.
He's petrified, he can't move for the love of God. He's into this state where he can't really do anything because he fears you would react bad to it.
The conversation with you feels like a fever dream. He wants to hit himself, he wants to undo his mistakes and prioritize you over anybody.
Reality hits him. You left the room, he needs to go after you. He opens the door quickly, finding Gonzalo outside.
"Hey, thank God you answered." He sighs.
He enters the room, making kylian whine. "Can you wait for me here?" He says. "Just a moment."
He doesn't wait for the answer. He runs to the stairs. He needs to find you. He thanks the stars that he's an elite athlete because he gets to be on the lobby in no time.
Sadly for him, he can't find you. Not there, not on the parking, not on the elevators. You disappeared.
He wants to scream.
He then moves back to his room. Knocking on the door for Gonzalo to open it. "Sorry."
Gonzalo just nods, not understanding but not wanting to ask. "I sent the statement to your team, they approved it."
Kylian just nods.
"Also, the majority of the people on social media are saying they belive its fake because even when the.pictures with your family are there, she's always in the corner so it looks well edited."
He feels weird, Silvia never edited anything. It was all real.
"Post it." He says. "I don't want to deal with this shit anymore." He sighs. "I'm sorry I dragged you into this."
Gonzalo nods, giving him an understanding smile. "Don't worry, Ky."
Gonzalo tells him that the social media team posted the statement and that he didn't have to worry, he won't get any interviews, and that he needs to stick to the AI story.
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"Can you please try again?" He asks to his assistant. "I know she doesn't live there anymore, but just offer the landlord anything in exchange of some information."
She nods, tired of the situation but obeying her boss. "I'll try." She says.
He's tried of contacting you, he tried to call your phone, he's blocked.
He tried going to your house, you moved.
He tried sending something to your workplace. You were on vacation.
He tried.
But he can't find you. He feels like he needs you to allow him to be able to feel something for him to actually feel some sort of joy, some anger, something.
He's not doing well in football. Everybody knows.
His family forced an explanation out of him. Safe to say that his mother reaction was the calmest of them all.
He not only told them about the Silvia leaked situation, he told them about you.
Fayza was mad. She didn't raise a cheater and low mannered man for him to think that it was okay to do what he did.
He tried to explain that it was all because him and Silvia were a no label thing, and he thought it was a good idea to do it, but his mother just asked him to save it.
You can't even begin to explain how much of a roller-coaster it was your life. You wanted to dissappear from he world.
You can't even justify your sadness to your friends and co-workers, mostly because only one person knew about you two.
> it's like being a ghost <
You were a ghost in his life. You were just the side pick-up girl for when his actual girlfriend was busy.
> she knows his family, you know what the hotel rooms in Madrid look like <
You took a week off of work. Lying that you needed to deal with some family member funeral.
Your boss was naive, he said yes without asking for any documentation. That and the fact that he was put with his own side piece.
"Have you been stressed lately?" The doctor asks you.
You nod, cleaning the gel from your skin. "Stress is my middle name." You joke with her.
She laughs at your joke, "Then that's your answer." She smiles. "The pharmacy test was defective. Let's trust the blood test and the ultrasound."
You nod, feeling like your life gained a little bit of composure. Finally something negative that was good.
"Will do." You smile. "Thank you." You say to her. Letting her explain again the caring you need to do.
"See you in a few months for your routine tests."
You wave goodbye at her. Walking outside of the office. You feel happy that you didn't have ti worry about that problem anymore.
But even if you feel relief, a part of you was sad.
> "Do you like the name Pipper?" He asks, smiling at you.
"Pipper" you repeat, thinking about the name. "It's beautiful." You say, kissing his lips.
"If it's a girl I think Pipper would be good." He says, daydreaming about you. "Maybe Carter, that's very strong."
"I like your name, but I wouldn't name my kid Jr." You laugh, making him laugh. "No Kylian Jr here."
He then gets close to you, kissing your lips. You smile into the kiss, loving the warmth feeling that only he can make you feel.
Your smile grows wider when he then moves his lips to your belly. He hugs your waist and lays his head there.
"So, Pipper?" He asks again, making you chuckle happy. <
You feel empty.
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"I'm not sure if it's her actual address but I think it is."
He raises an eyebrow. "I'll have to trust it." He sighs. "Whatever you do, don't tell my mother or anybody of this."
"My lips are sealed." She says, sending him the information before hanging up the call.
He asks his driver to take him to the address. He's anxious, what if you choose to slam the door on his face?
Well, he can't really fight the idea, he deserves that, but what if he finds our that you moved on?
He can't even fully think about it.
Be can't bare the idea of you with another person.
But you didn't also thought that would be possible and it was.
He places the hoodie and glasses as a mechanism of cover up. He doesn't want to create new news.
The building was an open door access, the elevators weren't, you needed a pass or to ring the doorbell to be let inside.
He was about to press the doorbell of a apartment when a delivery guy was about to exit the elevator area. Hands full to the point he was struggling to keep the door open.
"Here, let me help you." Kylian smiles.
"Merci, sir." The guy smiles. "Have a nice day." He says.
Kylian entered the elevator, fingers pressing the button of your floor. He can feel the sweat on his hands.
He walks slowly to your door, feeling scared of even thinking about knocking on the door. He wants to gain composure first.
He then knocks on the door. Three dry knocks. His knuckles are burning at the sensation. Not because he knocked hard, but because of the weight of the action.
He hears you saying "I'm coming." In that sweet voice of you. His heart starts beating like it used to, before you leave.
Before he made you leave.
You open the door with a smile. Smile that fades after realizing who was on the other side of the door.
"I'll I ask is for you to hear me out." He says. "Just let me explain myself."
You don't want to, but you have to. This was the last step you would take. You nod, opening the door and stepping aside for him to be able to walk inside.
He does, entering your house. It was way different from your last place. He can sense the vibe of growth.
Your taste changed, you don't have those crazy decorations or those funny little looking plants. He stands up there, looking at everything.
"You changed your vibe." He says, trying to make conversation.
"Can you stop with the mannerisms?" You ask him, tired. "Just talk, please."
He feels a shiver down his spine. You were so serious, so harsh. Never have you ever before. Not with him.
"I-" He tries. Way too nervous to even formulate a sentence. He can tell you changed but he can't even began apologize. "I'm sorry."
You lift an eyebrow, was that all?
"I'm sorry I hurt you with everything that happened." He tries again. "This girl and I, we were in a no label kind of thing. She wasn't my girlfriend, and I was leaving her when I met you."
He pauses, trying to get the time-line in order for him to explain it to you.
"You really change my life, for the better." He shows a little smile. "I never felt the way I did with anybody, you were the only one who I was telling I love you to. You were the one who I was worried about, and I know sounds like-"
"Like bullshit." You say, rolling your eyes.
"Okay, like bullshit." He clears his throat. "I didn't introduced her to my parents, she showed up one day at my house and I couldn't do anything. The family trip, she find out about the information because she went through my stuffs." He explains.
He was mad this kinda looked like he was then one who did all of that for her. No, she was the one appearing at the places.
"And I couldn't really get her to stay away." He sighs. "I wanted it to be you, I was just to much of a pussy to ever confronted her and tell everyone the truth. And in my mind, it was so smart to keep you both. I love you, I don't love her, she was just someone I couldn't get rid off."
"You?" You ask, laughing a little. "The Kylian Mbappé." You put emphasis on his name. "You couldn't get this girl to stop coming to your private property? Appearing to your private villas or exclusive hotels? You couldn't stop her from going to your house? You couldn't be honest with me when I asked you if you had a girlfriend or someone in your life? That was the night we met. You've been lying to me since then."
"I didn't have her." He defends himself. "She was just a hit and run."
"No, she wasn't." You argue back. "She was someone who you let into your private life, who you let keep coming. You let your parents think she was your girlfriend, you let your brother call her sister in law, you let your friend meet her." You point at every single one that she met. "You took her to your house." You say, eyes shinning from sadness. "I was in a hotel room. Thinking that maybe I wasn't good enough to meet your family and friends. Maybe it was my job, maybe it was my style, maybe it was me."
His stomach turns, he never wanted you to feel that way. But it was his own fault.
"I thought that maybe you just wanted to test what our relationship was about." You say. "You talked to me about having kids, you told me that you wanted our wedding to be in Monaco." You bitterly laugh. "I was dumb enough to believed that you love me."
"No." He says, the stern tone was harsh. "I do, I love you."
"This isn't love, Kylian." You say with a serious expression. "You can try and manipulate all these ideas of you being the victim." You say, catching onto his manipulation. "You can try and say > oh but she was the one who showed up < but that doesn't changed the fact that you let her stayed, you let your family and your friends believe that she was your partner. You let her showed up at family events. Do you even see the common denominator? It's you."
"I'm sorry." He says, head hanging low.
You wait a few seconds, you wanted to gave him the first word in case he wanted to keep explaining the whole situation to you.
"I need to apologize too." You say, trying to not sound so harsh as before.
"You do?" He asks, hoping that maybe this would be his chance.
"Yes." You smile. "I'm sorry I was so naive to think that you were ever going to take me seriously." You began.
He was about to interrupt, but you won't allow it.
"I'm sorry I was the one who allowed you to treat me like a booty call. Like one of your one night stands for so long." You have this cynical smile. "I'm sorry I ever trusted you with blind eyes. That I let you believe your gifts, your expensive shit were a replacenent of your time and caring."
"Y/n, amou-"
"I'm done, Kylian." You say. "I would never trust you again. No matter how much you try, how much you wish things were differently, they aren't. And I can admit my mistakes, Kylian."
"Y/n-"
"But I guess that's the fucking difference between you and me."
"We can make it work, I-" He begs, but you interrupted again.
"I can't believe I actually loved you."
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bitchme2thefucksblog · 3 months ago
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Mbappe: The son of divorced parents
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mattsunsdollie · 2 months ago
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𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈
Kylian Mbappe x Reader
Description: All you want is to be your boyfriends passenger princess? Keep dreaming
MDNI
Smut 18+ only
You’ve grown to be jealous, all of your friends boyfriends drove them around, calling them their “passenger princess”. You, on the other hand, had a passenger prince. It wasn’t news to anyone that Kylian had never gotten his license, in fact, he preferred it that way. Always saying something along the lines of “Why do I need it cherie? I have a driver who could take me?” Bless his drivers heart, that poor man had spent countless hours behind a wheel. Of course that didn’t go unseen to Kylian, giving the man a generous check for Christmas, and a month off to rest. Which is exactly why you were now the designated driver.
“Love do you need to go now? Can’t we just lay in bed for another hour or 2?” You groaned, covering your eyes with your bare arm. Kylian was a dedicated man, which is one of the qualities you most admired about him. He wouldn’t be the man he is without dedication and his strong work ethic. Which is why, during his Christmas break, when there is no training he is nagging about being driven to the stadium to practice even if that meant doing so alone.
Pulling his shirt over his head and down, covering his stomach he walks over to you, a gentle hand removing your arm. “Promise when we get home we can lay in bed all you want amour. But, I can’t lose momentum, I have a big season with the new club” Lightly placing kisses on your face and collarbone, only stopping to laugh at your exaggerated sighs.
All you wanted was to sleep in with Kylian, but you understand the pressure he has on his shoulders. A new club, a legacy and expectations to live up to, yet he was the most carefree man you’ve met. Dragging your feet you make your way into the bathroom, quickly brushing your teeth and washing your face. Fixing some pieces of hair around your face you see him through the bathroom mirror, kneeled in the corner of your bedroom tying his shoes.
Between the compression shirt and randomly being more needy than usual, the sight left you wanting to really stay in the bed all day. Finally positioning your hair the way you want you see Kylian smiling at you through the mirror before going to the kitchen, you hear the fridge door open about five times, which he only does when he’s been waiting for so long he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
December in Madrid was probably one of the coldest you’ve ever experienced, the cold only adding more fuel to wanting to stay home. Pressing the auto start of the car Kylian had gifted you, even though you insisted the car you had before him was in perfect condition. You picked up an extra water and your headphones before heading into the garage to begin the 15 minute drive to the stadium.
Since driving back and forth didn’t seem convenient, you opted for wearing a workout jumpsuit under a matching sweatpants and hoodie set. If you were going to be a designated driver you would at-least do something productive while waiting.
“Ready bella?” Kylian said as he closed the car door, being embraced by the warmth of the heater and your playlist in the background. Nodding and placing the expensive vehicle in reverse you backed out of the garage and onto the street. Lately, with all the work Kylian had been doing plus an increase in appetite he had grown extremely big, his compressions shirts hugging in all the right places.
Before you knew it you were pulling into the parking lot of the stadium. Parking in an empty lot,which you expected, Kylian extended his arm over the console and grabbed your knee. “I promise I won’t take more than an hour and a half baby” giving a reassuring squeeze. Simply placing your hand over his and nodding, you couldn’t keep your eyes off his arms.
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After Kylian went into the field you made your way into the gym, which like the rest of the stadium, was empty. Taking off your sweatshirt you began stretching, you didn’t claim to be a pro in the gym but you knew the basics and did workouts here and there.
Now, this wasn’t just any gym of course, it had all the fancy equipment and all the weights. Putting on your head phones you began with the stair master. It started off fine, but at the 15 minute mark you grew increasingly hot, desperate to cool off your body temperature you removed the sweats.
Left in your jumpsuit you could really check yourself out in the mirror, the tight workout set hugging and snatching all the right areas. Looking behind you in the mirror you noticed the small pump the stair master caused. Deciding you might as well go all out since Kylian wouldn’t be done for another hour or so you made your way over to the smith machine to begin working out your glutes.
45 minutes of lifting went by fast, in fact you were so consumed with trying to beat your previous weight and reps you didn’t even notice Kylian standing a few feet behind you. Lifting your head and placing the weight on the bar you see him, shamelessly checking you out.
“Don’t mind me, just enjoying the view amour” he spoke with his arms crossed maintaining eye contact through the mirror. Shaking your head and grabbing a small towel and that was hanging off of a nearby bar you turn around while wiping your hands, “Is it always hot in here? I feel like my skin is going to melt off”
He laughs, extending his arm to wrap it around your waist, “Let’s get you cooled off then cherie” Even if Kylian wasn’t the tallest compared to others he never failed to make you feel small by his wide body. Playing coy you rolled your eyes at his comment “Eager to leave are we now?”
To build tension you deciding to bend over to pick up the sweatpants and hoodie that were folded neatly. You made sure when bending over you do it in a way that showed the outline of your thong. By the time you stand up fully he’s grabbing your hand and dragging you out the gym.
Small french curses leave his mouth as he leads the way to the car. The black luxury vehicle still where you left it, in an empty lot. You’ve never been so glad you had that car, as per Kylians request got it tinted to ensure your safety and his when you drive together.
Going in the car through the designated doors to not raise suspicion to anyone watching the cameras, you quickly throw the pair of sweats in the back seat. Bending over and arching over the console Kylian couldn’t resist seeing your ass in that angle, letting his hands move on instinct and placing a light slap.
Placing a hand on his thigh while now leaning over the console facing him, you close the gap. Slow kissing to begin, your hand creeps closer to his crotch area. Feeling the hard imprint through his joggers you decide to not waste the time you don’t have.
Pulling back only slightly to look down to lower his sweats and boxers. His erection causing it to spring and hit his lower stomach. “Take what’s yours amour” he says analyzing your face. Spitting in the palm of your hand you lower that hand on to the tip, closing the gap between you two at the same time.
Your soft and wet hand circling the tip while kissing him deeper was starting to make his head hazy. Slow and small movements turned into a full handjob, the wet sounds turning you on causing you to rub your thighs to relieve some pressure.
Squeezing tighter at the base and slowly swirling around at the top, hearing groans as you catch your breath from the intense kiss. Pulling your hair to one side ready to lower your head and begin using your mouth Kylian grabs your wrist which was still jerking him off, “Not gonna, fucking hell- last. Please need to feel you now”
And who were you to deny him, his hands eagerly finding your hips and helping you lift over the console to straddle him. Pulling the jumpsuit down to get your breasts to spill over the top he began playing and pinching with your nipples. Content with the reaction he was getting from you, rubbing and grinding down on him.
Losing focus on your nipples and rubbing your pussy from the outside of the jumpsuit, which he knew he wasn’t going to be able to get you out of the one piece. Thinking quickly he grabbed the hem of the shorts, stretching them to the point they were unwearable.
Now that one short was loose enough he rolled up over one ass cheek, leaving your thong exposed as well. Poor damp panties leaving nothing to the imagination, he could see and feel through the soaked material how puffy your lips and clit were.
Grabbing the sorry excuse of underwear he pulled it to the side, noticing the sticky residue that stuck to it as he removed it. “What’s got you this wet baby?” he said as his thumb found its place on your clit again. To lost in the pleasure you didn’t answer immediately.
The scene above him was nothing less than pornographic, boobs spilled out while you rocked trying to keep up with the rhythm of his thumb and his dick laying on your thigh, twitching from the view.
“Y-you, fast please Ky” you moan, using one hand on the consol for balance and the other to play with your nipples. Speeding up he could see your poor hole clenching around nothing, hinting to you approaching your climax.
Grabbing his dick from the base he brought the head and tapped your puffy wet lips with it, the sensation causing you to jerk lightly. “You’re soaked baby, leaking all over me” he said rubbing himself up and down.
“Need it now please, just put it in” you begged, your hand coming down to his hand and angling his tip with your hole. Slight pressure making his tip enter you, the stretch feeling too good. The feeling of being stretched to the brim and it was just the beginning.
With your face scrunched you lowered yourself even more, looking down to see where you two became one. Moaning lowly until you reached the bottom, sitting snugly on top of Kylian. Not having the energy to bounce just yet you began to rock back and forth. Between the wetness and tightness and the jiggle of your boobs with each movement, Kylian felt he could cum right there.
“Shit, just like that. Take this dick, it’s all yours” he groaned, grabbing the fat on your hips, slightly lifting you. With that hint, you began to lightly bounce, moaning louder now. The angle had his tip hitting the deepest part, and every time you bottomed out his trimmed pubic area brushing your clit in a way that would have you seeing stars soon.
Light bouncing turned to just fucking your self on him, using him. At this point you were sure the car was rocking back and forth, but you could care less. “Perfecting fucking pussy, squeezing me- shit, just right” he moaned slapping your ass.
Clenching at the praise didn’t go unnoticed, he pulled the one piece, making you lay directly on him as he wrapped his arms around your back. “Filthy fucking girl, like when I tell you how good this pussy squeezes me?” He grunted in your ear as he began rutting himself up to you.
Curses leaving your mouth you desperately try to reach for something to squeeze, the pressure building as his thrusts become harder and faster. Sneaking your hand between your bodies you began toying with your clit.
The sudden realization that someone could see the car moving, and realize that Kylian is claiming you in the moment caused your wetness to increase. Obviously his team members knew you were dating, but it really solidified it that everyone would see he claimed you as his.
Feeling possessive you began kissing his neck and face, lightly sucking marks on his collar bones. Between the stretch and the depths he was reaching you began bucking down, meeting his thrusts. “Tell me it’s mine baby, only mine” you moaned gripping his arms.
Your statement causing his thrusts to become more erratic and for him to switch back to his native tongue. You quickly lifted up, seeing his dick twitch and glistening. Placing your feet down on either side you really began riding, “Gonna fucking cum, oh shit- so good” you moaned back arched as his hands found your hips.
“Cum on it baby, make a mess. Mark it as yours” he said through gritted teeth, trying to make you cum first before he did. As the intense orgasim rushed through you, you laid flat once again. Kylian kissing your forehead as he grabbed your ass and lifted and put it down.
Leaning on the console you could see white rings on his dick, which he noticed as well. Seeing you finally came he sloppily bucked his hips up, as you milked him dry.
Sitting still, with him still inside you, you felt him tap your butt. “Come on amour, let’s go home”
Groaning from the laziness you felt post sex and exhaustion in your legs you whined, “Kylian for the New Year get your license. I can’t even feel my legs”
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this was written based off of a dream, but this was also written tipsy sooo if sucks excuse that. also haven’t written since i deactivated my old blog 😩
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maisonbelligavi · 2 months ago
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Naaaa I'm out😭😭😭
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featguler · 3 months ago
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Kylian!bf headcanon?
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our hearts are free ────── i'm a flower, you're my bee.
♡ ────── pairing : kylian mbappé x reader ♡ ────── tags : reader's gender, ethnicity, nationality, and appearance is not specified. ♡ ────── wordcount : 513 ♡ ────── notes : i have another ky headcanon post that you can read right here!!. this is pretty short :( sorry. title and desc is from father john misty's real love baby ♡ masterlist.
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This man is expensive—literally, and well, figuratively. He lives beyond comfortable, and has everything on the tips of his fingertips, including: you!
He does not like seeing you work! He will be the first to admit it! Call it his ego or whatever, but he feels as though you don’t gotta do it, you know? He doesn’t mind seeing you work, but Kylian has got probably enough money to propel you into early retirement—and he would do so happily.
Sometimes he sees you working after a long day, eyes heavy and shoulders slump, and his gentle voice, coaxing you to strip bare of your profession, would always begin.
He genuinely stresses seeing you so stressed out! You’re his baby, and he has to take care of you! But he won’t really force it upon you—while he doesn’t see the rationale behind you having to work when you have him, he understands the mindset of having to stand alone.
And he understands you. (As long as you understand that he is there for you too ♡ )
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Kylian wants to get married. There are footballers who prefer not marrying— hell, there are people who prefer not marrying. But him? Nah.
He simply does not believe in not locking it down; he lets you know early into the relationship about his end goal. The matter of kids or no-kids is something that can be discussed and negotiated, but he wants to be your husband.
Boyfriend is cute the first two years, and fiance even better for the next. But he wants to call you his, in every sense possible—literally, lovingly, and legally.
And another reason why he wants that ring on your finger… he’s possessive.
He’s territorial, he’s possessive, he gets jealous easily—what the fuck! Name it whatever the fuck you want! Kylian does not like seeing you with other people—with other men.
But he keeps his cool whenever jealousy begins to run through his veins. He doesn't make a scene, he does not flip a table outside down. What he does is pout. He trusts you enough to not actually get upset, but he still lets himself the luxury of being immature by wallowing in his self-made misery.
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“I’ll marry you.”
There you two are again, on the bed. He’s propped on top of you, arms clinging around your waist. You are scrolling on your phone, barely paying him any attention as your hand pats the back of his head up and down.
Kylian presses his nose to your neck.
“That sounds like a threat, Kylian.”
He scoffs hearing that. “It will be if he keeps touching you.”
You can’t even find it in yourself to be upset at how silly he is being, chuckling softly.
“He wasn’t touching me, baby.” 
“He was,” he whines quietly, still hiding away in the crook of your neck. “Once I get that ring on your fingers, he’ll know.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you kiss the top of his head, before focusing back on your phone. “Make sure to get my size right, huh? We don’t want the ring not fitting.”
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mentalbaddiex · 2 months ago
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jude & kylian are truly two yappers that have found each other 😭
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jkkyks · 4 months ago
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THREAD : Kylian Mbappe finally being a real madrid player🙂‍↕️🤍.
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9kylian · 3 months ago
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zombvic · 5 months ago
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FOOTBALL MASTERLIST ꩜.ᐟ
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୨୧ - fluff , ♡ - smut , ☆ - angst , ꩜ - smau
FC BARCELONA
marc guiu (i will NOT change him to chelsea ..) :
super rich kids , pt.2- ୨୧ ꩜
- in which fans notice a familiar footballer in the likes of their favorite "super (humble) rich kid"
mr. lewandowski - ୨୧
- in which the polish barcelona player finds out his daughter is dating his teammate
hector fort :
plus one - ☆
- in which hector gets invited to a team event, which comes with a certain challenge
pablo gavi :
soon to be added !!
joao felix :
kisses to my exes - ୨୧ ꩜
- in which y/n & joão soft launch their relationship as a response to their exes dating rumors
JUVENTUS FC
kenan yildiz :
eye to eye - ୨୧
- in which y/n and a certain turkish-german football player dont see eye to eye
i'd be yours if you'd ask - ୨୧ ☆
- in which y/n ghosts the turkish footballer during their "situationship" whilst talking to another football player
REAL MADRID
jude bellingham :
yassified - ୨୧ ꩜
- in which y/n & jude share silly banter on social media
patriotic - ୨୧☆
- in which y/n is a true patriot to her country
kylian mbappé :
soon to be added !!
MANCHESTER UNITED
mason mount :
blue is the color - ୨୧
- in which y/n and mason argue about their newborn babys favorite football team
three's a party - ୨୧ ꩜
- in which the beloved couple announce they're expecting a baby
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