#julian draxler imagine

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one thing i’ve left to do, discover me, discovering you

a/n: this is a ‘whoever you want to read it with’ piece i have posted and deleted twice but i decided i will post everything that’s on my drafts so - any feedback is appreciated. 

As soon as they were in their Uber, he was all over her. His hand slipped between her thighs, slowly working his way up. His face was buried in her neck, his tongue and teeth mapping out the column of her throat. She fisted his hair as he assaulted her neck, keeping her lips firmly together so that her moans didn’t reach the ears of their driver while she dragged his hand up to her cunt.

“Impatient little thing… can’t even wait ‘til we’re home to have my hands on that pretty cunt,” he growled into her skin as his fingers traced the damp circle soaking through her panties. The heat rose to her cheeks, though she wasn’t sure if it was from the filthy words dripping off his lips or from the way their driver’s jaw clenched in annoyance. Didn’t really matter which, though. Maia still grinded against his hand while he murmured cheesy praises into her neck.

Once inside his building, Maia barely got a chance to catch her breath. He had her caged between him and the wall during the elevator ride, letting his hands trail over her sides as he pressed his full weight into her. His thumbs reached just below the underwire of her bra when the elevator doors slid open.

She whined quietly as he pulled off her, already missing the feeling of him practically engulfing her. He was taller than her, maybe six feet tall if she were to guess. When she was pressed up against him, she almost felt small. Little. Like a fragile thing surrounded by him.

It was a foreign feeling. She had never really felt small.

And as his large hand engulfed hers as he pulled her toward his apartment, this giddy, warm feeling pooled in her stomach. Just his hand covering hers made her feel little. That feeling only grew as he tugged her into his apartment before pushing her up against his door. “Fucking finally,” he grumbled before his mouth took hers.

As greedy and hard as his lips on her neck had been, his first kiss to her lips was surprisingly gentle. And warm. His entire body was pressed hard against her, squeezing her body tight between him and the door, but his lips remained soft. And the way his tongue dipped into her mouth… she’d call it filthy if it were more urgent, but the slow pace made it feel reverent.

It was so easy to respond to him, to just shut her mind off and only think about reacting to the tongue exploring her mouth and swallowing his quiet grunts. It wasn’t until minutes later when he pulled away and they were both breathless that she realized how urgent it had become. His hand was now fisting her hair, her hands were gripping his collar, and the two of them were gasping for air.

“Bedroom.” She meant for it to come out like a command. After all, Maia was a little bossy in all aspects of her life, but especially when it came to getting laid. But her voice sounded smaller than it usually does, a little breathless and pleading. And it wasn’t without an effect on him, whose lips smirked and eyes darkened as he took a step back. She almost whined at the loss of contact, but he kept both his hands on her as he walked her toward his bedroom.

This time, he had her up a dresser. He flicked the lights on before slamming his lips back onto her neck, this time on the other side… perhaps his way of making sure there was an even distribution of his marks when Maia woke up in the morning.

She tried to get back into it, but she was itching to turn the light back off. Its presence transformed her excitement into fear. Fear of him seeing her naked. Fear that he wouldn’t like what he saw. Fear that every dimple on her thighs and roll on her stomach would repulse him.

Before her thoughts took the dark turn into a full-on body-loathing spiral, she asked, “Could we keep the lights off?”

He blinked several times, his brows furrowed as he processed her question. He was going to ask her why. They always asked why. And then Maia would try to downplay it, but he wouldn’t buy it. And next thing she knows she’s spilling all her body image problems onto a stranger instead of having sex. Fuck, she should have just kept her mouth shut and suffered through having the light on.

After a beat, his face faltered. “Yeah, okay,” he murmured before flicking it back off. Relief should have washed over her once the lights were out. No longer did she have to fear him seeing her naked in a well-lit room. It meant that Maia could fuck him however she wanted without her anxieties about her body ruining it.

But something lurched in her chest at this visible disappointment in his eyes. As he leaned forward to kiss her, she stopped him. “Is that okay?”

“Of course, whatever you want, baby,” he shrugged it off, but Maia stopped him again when he leaned forward. “Okay, I just…”

“You just what?”

“I just wanna see you.” There was no smugness in his voice. No teasing tone that came with all his pick-up lines. No endearment or praise. Just him, with a hint of sadness in his voice, admitting that he wants to see her.

Maia bit down on her lip and stared back at him. The lamppost outside his building illuminated his face in the dark, meaning she could see the sincerity in his eyes.

So, even though her stomach lurched at the thought, she leaned over to flick the light back on, and the change in his demeanor was immediate.

“There you are,” he grinned as he pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. She tilted her head up in time for his lips to glide against hers again, and the contented moan that escaped his throat sent a chill down her body.

He kissed her like he did before, his mouth demanding her full attention. She felt her mind go blank again, only vaguely aware of him tugging off his own jacket. She kicked off her heels next, giggling a bit into his mouth when she realized just how much shorter than him this made her.

She tugged at his shirt next, whining until he helped her get it off. Maia wanted to run her fingers all over the warm, newly exposed skin, but he had other ideas. His fingers worked the zipper of her dress, and Maia felt a familiar panic set in.

Maia tucked her face into his neck, pressing kisses to distract herself from the fact that her dress was about to fall to the ground, exposing every stretch mark to him. “Baby,” he murmured right into her ear. The zipper was completely undone, meaning he was just waiting for Maia to pull her arms out of it and let it fall.

He tilted her chin up with his finger, and Maia locked eyes with him. His were warmer than they had been, not the dark, smug eyes that had watched her for most of the night. She relaxed under his gaze, letting her dress fall to the floor with an easy exhale.

His body snapped back into focus. His hands gripped her waist as he walked her back to his bed. “Fuck, look at you,” he growled right into her ear, his breath hot on her earlobe. “Gorgeous.” She was about to roll her eyes again when the back of her legs hit his mattress. She fell back onto the comforter with a thud. A giggle escaped her lips. There was no way that was hot or graceful.

When she looked up at him, his eyes were raking over her… staring at her uncovered body for the first time. God, she should have kept the lights off. His soft eyes lingered on her chest, which wasn’t surprising. One silver lining for Maia’s weight gain had been the massive breasts that came with it. But when his gaze drifted lower, her arms automatically came up to cover her stomach.

”Maia.” His voice broke on that one syllable. It was low, gravelly, and forlorn. “Will you let me look at you some more?”

She kept her eyes trained on his face as she removed her arms, and there was a small twitch at his lips, curving the corners of his mouth up. His eyes didn’t leave her body as his hands slid up and down her bare thighs. And just when she got her heart rate down again and relaxed into his touch, he whispered one quiet, earnest word that sent a shudder through her entire body.

“Beautiful.”

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we belong together - kylian mbappé and julian draxler fanfic

15| Home Truths

a/n: slightly smutty

july 2024| paris

"You have definitely got your looks from your father," Kylian grinned. He gently rocked the small baby; Isaiah Norman Mbappe was born three weeks ago, a healthy 7lb 8oz and already loved by so many people. The Frenchman placed a small kiss to his son's head, he didn't realise he could love somebody as much as he loved the tiny human in his arms. "Mummy will be home soon, I promise."

What was supposed to be a happy time for the new parents, was tarnished by the seemingly break-up of the couple. After the reveal of Molly and Kylian's affair, Rosalie fled to her parents' house, leaving her stranded fiancé and son alone. They hadn't spoken in two weeks; she would religiously video call to see her beautiful son, but there was no communication between the separated couple.

Kylian didn't know what to do. Of course, he missed the mother of his child, but he couldn't stop the growing anger building up inside of him. He was struggling to process how and why she had willingly left their newborn; as much as he loved Rosalie, he didn't know if there was any hope of continuing their engagement.

"Kylian," he turned around to face the owner of the voice. "How's the baby?"

"A handful but he's finally quiet now," he chuckled. He ushered Molly over to the couch and sat down next to her. "Do you want to hold him?"

He watched her eagerly nod, her cheeks turning a light pink. He widely grinned and placed little Isiah in the arms of his former lover. Molly tenderly traced a soft finger over his delicate cheeks. "He's beautiful Ky. You and Rosalie must be happy."

"It should have been you," Kylian interrupted. He pushed a few strands of hair behind her ear and kissed her cheek. He rested a hand on her thigh and gazed at his son, who's eyes were staring at the brunette. "He likes you," he whispered. "I meant what I said Moll, I wish it was you and I in this situation."

"Kylian, come on," Molly frowned. "I also meant what I said. Nothing is going to happen between us. I'll be your friend, but this thing we had, is over."

A week after Isaiah was born, Molly had gone to visit the happy couple unaware of the events that had happened. To say she was angry was a mere-understatement, it was the push she needed to finally end everything between the pair. Kylian hadn't taken it lightly, he was still completely in love with the brunette and wasn't willing to let her go so easily. It was when she mentioned about her growing relationship with Julian, their conversation reached boiling point. Hurtful things were said, things they both knew they didn't mean.

Kylian gazed at his son in his cot, then at Molly. "He's cute when he's asleep," she muttered. She felt the Frenchman's hands rest themselves on her waist, his breath etching closer to her neck. She twisted around and allowed them to be mouth to mouth. He pressed his lips onto hers with tenderness and passion, she wrapped her arms around his neck and allowed herself to deepen their kiss.

They kissed for a few minutes before she pulled away and rested her head against his. He traced a finger along her bottom lip and pecked her nose. "Why did that feel like a goodbye?"

"Because it was," Molly sighed. She kissed his cheek and collected her belongings, heading to the door. "It has to be," she wrapped her fingers around the handle and turned to face a star struck Kylian. "This is where our story ends; I love you, but I can't be with you. You are still my best friend and I will always be here for you, but that's as far as it goes. Goodbye Kylian."

....

july 2024| germany

The drive back to Julian's parents' house was silent. The German had taken a visit to his hometown for the weekend; making a quick stop at his family's house, he decided it was finally time to introduce them to the famous Molly Medina. But two hours into their trip, the couple were already arguing. Julian wasn't happy about the constant phone calls from Kylian, which made Molly angry that they were still arguing about a situation that had been solved.

"Can we go talk?" Julian leaned against the doorframe of the living room, gazing at the brunette, his eyes pleading. "I don't want to argue."

Molly sighed, she placed her laptop on the side table and turned to face the German. "It's your house," she blushed. She watched as he grabbed a hold of her wrist and pulled her upstairs. Julian sat down on the bed, he pulled Molly onto his lap, her legs straddling his waist. "I'm sorry. I know I'm a fuck-up, I hate hurting you. You deserve someone better."

He reached forward, placing a hand on her cheek. "Moll," he whispered, his eyes soft. "I don't want anybody else. I want you. I love you. Nothing is going to change that," he bit his lip. "I'm sorry I keep getting angry about Kylian, I just don't trust him."

"Do you trust me?" Molly spoke with a shaky voice, gazing at the handsome German from beneath her thick lashes. Julian felt his stomach warm. He didn't understand how after everything that had happened between them, he could only look at her with pure love and adoration. She softly pecked his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "I promise you it's over."

The footballer pushed the hair out of the brunette's eyes. "Of course, I trust you," he paused and bit his lip. "I don't want to be controlling and you can be friends with whoever you want, I'm just always going to be jealous and I apologise."

Molly pouted, then gazed at her hands that were now in her lap. "You don't have to apologise," she sniffled, licking her lips and tasting her warm tears. She observed as Julian tenderly traced a finger over her wet cheeks. How can you keep hurting someone who loves you as much as him? "Do you think we'll ever be able to get past this?"

"Yes," nodded Julian, gazing up at Molly. He offered her a charming smirk and pinched her cheek, lightly pecking her nose. "All I want is for you to be happy. Your happiness, is my happiness."

"How do you know for sure?"

"Because, mein engel: when two people really care about each other, they will always look for a way to make it work, no matter how hard it is," he gently smiled. It was clear that things between them would always be difficult moving forward; but no matter how often he thought of their future, the thought of a future where she wasn't in his life, was never an option. Julian picked up Molly's hand and intertwined their fingers, squeezing her hand. "As you see," he grinned, placing a quick kiss to her lips. "We belong together."

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august 2024| paris

Hours later and the party was still going strong. It was the weekend before the start of the new Ligue 1 season and the club had thrown a get-together for the players and the staff; it was the first official outing for Julian and Molly, whilst Kylian was still estranged from Rosalie. His head was an absolute mess; he had a new-born baby to look after, a fiancé that didn't want to speak to him and a best friend that wasn't acting like a best friend should.

After Julian and Molly's discussion in Germany, she decided it was best to stay away from the Frenchman and she managed to do that with ease. But tonight, was the biggest test; they were both drinking, it was dark and Molly was wearing a skimpy number that even Julian was finding it hard to resist.

"Moll, you look..." his voice drifted off. "You look amazing, I'm so lucky."

"Thank you," she smiled. She playfully winked in his direction; she knew how much he wanted to reach out and touch and kiss her, but she was in a teasing mood tonight. "You look alright. I guess I'm kinda lucky to."

"Watch it," he growled. His hands had been in his lap, but as she moved closer, he moved one out. He purposefully brushed it against hers, intertwining their fingers. "Follow me."

Molly gasped as Julian's hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her upstairs and into a bedroom before slamming the door shut and locking it, instantly turning around and attaching their lips. He pulled away and whispered on her lips. "I know I said we should wait, but I need you. This dress needs to come off."

She obeyed and teasingly removed the red fabric from her body, listening to the German let out a soft moan. He groaned quietly against her skin as he placed kisses along her bare body, stopping once he reached her thighs. He removed his own clothes and watched as the brunette bit her lip and ran a hand through her hair. "Stop being a tease and fuck me."

Julian responded with urgency and pressed his body onto Molly's, the bulge in his boxers coming close to the heat between her thighs. She moaned and dipped her hands inside his boxers, softly stroking his length. She watched as he broke away, panting hot air and steadying his hands on either side of her body.

His eyes gazed into hers as she squeezed and dragged her hand along his length, feeling herself throbbing harder with every stroke. "Moll," Julian breathed. "Slow down." Molly bucked her hips forward, taking one of his hands and pressing it to her centre. He applied continuous pressure to the folds hidden behind her wet panties, earning a loud moan from the brunette.

"I need you," she moaned. Two fingers stroked and circled her folds before they slid inside of her, she began to move against him as he twisted his fingers expertly inside of her. "Julian, I'm..." he interrupted her, kissing her hard. Their hands moved in sync with each other, every stroke bringing them closer to their climax.

Her eyes widened as he cried out, releasing himself into her hand. She followed seconds later, wrapping her arms around his collapsed, sweaty body. He tenderly pecked her lips, removing himself from her tiny frame and quickly getting dressed, watching as she did the same.

Julian pulled Molly closer and wrapped his arms around her waist feeling the alcohol pulsating through his veins. He felt his heartbeat speed up, patiently watching the movements of the brunette. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and prepared himself for the words he was about to speak. Four years and two months after their first meeting, he knew it was finally time. "Mein Liebling," he started. "Marry me?"

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september 2024| paris

Molly bit her lip. It was clear that what she was about to do was a big turning point in her life. Three weeks after the PSG party, she was finally ready to answer give an answer to Julian. The German had spent the past twenty-one days restless and emotional, unsure of the answer the love of his life would give him.

The pair hadn't spoken; he had questioned, her mother and sister (who wouldn't give anything away), Freddie and Ruby (who acted as if they didn't know) and Kylian, who was furious to find out about Julian's proposal. He had called Molly countless times and only received a few replies, those being about his son.

But here she stood, gazing into the tired eyes of the footballer, ready to reveal her heart. She was hoping he would like her response, she knew the major risk she was taking and she was hoping it would pay off. "Can you just put me out of my misery?" Julian half laughed, his eyes threatening to close. "I haven't slept in three weeks and Poch is not happy."

Molly giggled and placed herself on the couch, crossing her legs and resting her hands in her lap. "Sorry," she mumbled. She watched as Julian sat down next to her, keeping an agonizingly small distance between their bodies. All he wanted to do was wrap his arms around her frame and trace kisses over her skin.

"Do you remember when you took me to that park for my birthday and it was because it reminded you of a memory from our time of knowing each other?" she questioned. He nodded and smiled to himself, remembering that famous day. "Well here is my first memory; it was my first time at PSG and you helped me find a parking space, you smiled at me and my heart did a somersault."

Julian wore a confused gaze, wondering where Molly was going with this. He wasn't used to her wearing her heart on her sleeve, it was something he had been trying to a few years now. And it had finally worked. "I had never felt that emotion before and I was with Adam, supposedly in love," she continued. She moved closer and intertwined their fingers, placing a tender kiss to his cheek. "I had no clue that you would become who you are now, the most important person in my life."

He watched as a single tear fell down her cheek, he delicately wiped it away and pecked her nose. "Sometimes I can't believe how lucky I am that you chose me," Molly whispered. The tears started to fall rapidly down their cheeks, slight laughter from the pair when they realised how emotional they both had become.

Julian took a deep breath and started to speak. "We've been through so much together Moll, but I never want to be the guy holding you back," he smiled. "I want to be the one by your side and it won't always be easy, but I want to do whatever it takes to make this work," he paused and pecked her lips, pulling her in for a tight hug. He cupped her cheeks and stroked her cheek. "Because that is what you do when you love someone."

Molly was sure that this emotion would last forever. They had been through a lot over the past four years and they still always found a way back to each other, no matter what the hurdle was. Julian knew when they first ended things that they would reunite; he had never felt emotions like he did with Molly, every day their love grew to a new strength. "So, the answer to your question, is," she brightly grinned. She stood up and walked together, towards the window, wrapping her arms around the German. She put a hand on his cheek, slightly tilting it towards her. She closed her eyes to compose herself, ready to speak the one word she had been wanting to say for three weeks. She had only ever had one answer; no matter what lifetime, what country, it would always be the same...

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a/n: so that is it - it's OVER!!! but don't worry i have an epilogue.

i just want to start by saying thank you for following me with these two books, i have enjoyed my time writing them and i am very happy you are all enjoying them.

thank you to each and every one of you who have liked, commented - i see all your comments and i love them all! <3

back to the story - now i know y'all were hoping for a kylian ending but i am sorry.. hey the book is a kylian/julian joint one ;-) but you never know... you know i like my surprises, so wait for the epilogue!

so the epilogue... it will have to be posted after i get back from my holiday, i might post something whilst i'm away. the epilogue will be a four-part story (followed with of course, instagram captions) this will fully round off the story and end it.

as always, thank you and i'll speak soon xxx

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Part II. Read it with whoever you want it to be and I apologise if it’s a bit rushed, I kinda need to edit it, but I am too tired. 

PART I

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As soon as he closes the doors behind the two of you, the music from the inside of the house quiets and with each step that you take it becomes quieter and quieter until it was just a buzz in your ears, fighting against the deafening silence between you and him. 

Yet, as you two walk out on the empty street, you realise how much you miss the times like these. How much you miss the two of you and all those times when you would sneak out, spending your night away chatting about things you found interesting. 

If only you have kept your mouth shut.

He is quiet the entire time, his face expressionless as he sticks his hands back in the pockets of his trousers, looking at his expensive shoes. You mouth is dry, you want to say something, anything, but your mind is blank as you look everywhere but him.

“Your date might wonder where you are,” you mutter quietly – hand reaching out to touch your earring yet again. It was an awful habit, but you couldn’t help yourself.

He gives you a look as he shrugs once, “She’s not my date. Denise works for the club.”

For some reason, you expected his voice to sound defensive and protective, but it is not. Instead, it’s calm and collected.

“That’s not an obstacle for dating someone,” you answer, your eyes looking down at your pointy shoes. “It’s just a little bit of sneaking around and a bit of bureaucracy.”

He never gives you an answer but rather a harsh glance before he runs a hand through his hair.

The silence sets upon two of you again and you hate it. You hate every second of it with every fibre of your body.

You cannot comprehend.

How is it possible for two people who used to be best friends to become strangers? 

To be unable to say something, to hold a conversation?

How is it possible for two people to just stop caring for one another?

But you still care, and that was what is killing you. You still care – more than you should; more than you can handle.

“Look, Y/N,” he starts, turning around to look down at you – his eyes searching  yours and he finds them almost instantly. “What I said inside, I…” he starts – body tensing for a slight of a moment and even if he doesn’t show it, you can feel it. “I’ve been thinking a lot about what happened that afternoon… about us.”

Your heart flutters for just a second, reaching out for surface, takes a short breath, but then it stops and sinks back. Sudden feeling of weakness overpowers you and you find yourself walking towards the raised foundation of the high railing, sitting down – not caring that you might get your dress dirty.

“There’s no us,” you whisper back, looking away and towards the empty road that stretched in front of you. “You wanted this—”

“—oh no!” he interrupts suddenly and you can hear a trace of bitterness in his voice but it was nothing compared to a bitter taste in your mouth. Still, he makes sure to stay calm even if you know that deep down he is getting furious – that was one of the things he was good at. “Out of all people, you should know that I never hold back when I’m disagreeing with you, Y/N. I’ve did it before and I will do it now.”

“You know what I mean,” you answer, trying to keep your voice steady, but he just shakes his head a little.

“There was always us. A different kind of us, but nevertheless…” he trails off, “so don’t push all the blame on my side of the plate because you know very well that eight months ago I was committed to someone else.” You open your mouth to say something, but he interrupts you by lifting his index finger as he breathes out. “What were you expect me to do? Before that you—I didn’t understand...”

“What?” you urge, looking up at him as he rubs his face once again before leaning against the wall next to you, crossing his legs at his ankles.

“How could you be quiet about it for so long?” he finally answers, and you steady your gaze – eyes moving over his profile as you struggle with the fact that he is so beautiful. “You had the worst possible moment.”

“Would I have mattered if I said something earlier?”

“Maybe...”

“Oh shut up, H/N,” you whine as you get up from where you were sitting. Your shoes are uncomfortable and you can feel the pulse in your toes, but you try to keep it cool as you fold your arms across your chest.

“You don’t believe me?” he asks, surprised by your outburst as you get the sudden urge to laugh out loud.

You shake your head. “How can you expect me to do? Have you ever given me any kind of sign, a lead? How many girls of yours have I met, H/N? All of them, and how many times have I planned out a date for you and bought presents? Many, many of them,” you huff, unable to breathe properly. “For fucks sake,” you start quietly, “you even had sex with that dark-haired girl and then called me to pick you up in the middle of the night when you realised she has a boyfriend. That doesn’t validate your maybe, H/N. Not even a bit.”

“Okay, okay—“, he starts but you shake your head, riled, agitated, annoyed.

Not with him, but with yourself.

For letting you fall so hard that it was impossible to pick yourself up.

“It is not. If there was ever a maybe, you would have acted differently,” you add, your voice reaching the normal octave. “I was tired, H/N. Every person has a limit, and that afternoon I reached mine. I waited, hoped that one day, you might miraculously see,” you laugh at your own misery before continuing, “see me differently for once, but I should have known. Life isn’t…” you sigh, “well it doesn’t matter now. I do regret that I said anything, but I am not regretting what I felt, what I still feel—“

You quickly close your mouth, taking a step back when you realise what you just said.

You said too much.

Idiot.

Stupid.

“Y/N…” he speaks quickly, walking closer to where you stood, trying to keep your balance. “Do you still—You just said,” he reaches out, catching you by surprise and you nod slowly – eyes fixed on where his arm was touching your forearm.

But then you remember how it felt to be left to sit alone in your apartment. How much it hurt when he slammed the doors, deciding to erase himself out of your life as if he was never a part of it. All the suffering, all the tears – desperate drunken calls and texts that have been unanswered; mutual friends taking up his side.

Eight months of wondering.

Eight months of suffering.

“I do,” you voice your thoughts, looking up.

His eyes don’t move – they are still boring into yours and you can see a flash of something run across his face. 

“I want to—,” he starts, swallowing, “Do you think we…”

You shake your head – whatever that was left of your heart shutting off completely. “Please, stop there. Don’t even dare to continue, plea—”

“Y/N…Why are you— “

“It hurts, no?” you quietly ask, watching him – those eyes, the shape of his eyebrows, curve of his lips.

He nods only once, trying to keep his composure but for the first time in the entire evening, you see the glimpse of the person you used to know, and it breaks you because you want nothing more than to kiss him, to leap into his arms, to fill yourself up with unspoken emotions that are floating inside your empty chest.

But you don’t.

And you know, deep down, that you never will.

“Nothing will disturb my heart and spirit; nothing will perturb me giving pain; – He’s who’s been in love will not retrieve it; He who’s burnt will not be lit again. “   – SY

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Hiiii ☺️ if you're taking request could you write a lazy morning smut with Draxler where he and he's gf are on holiday and are just staying in bed all day?

Hiii, I hope you like it xx

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You just wanted to stay wrapped up in Julian's arms. It's only been a day since you arrived to Milan, but you were jet-lagged bad.

Waking up to seeing Julian’s angelic face wasn't the worst thing. You watched his jaw jerk and his slightly pink cheeks. You lower your gaze to his chest and bit your lips at his ridges. You lightly run your fingers over him, slightly scratching his nipple causing him to stir. You start giving little kisses on his neck, lingering longer in certain place when you feel him tense a little. You carefully drag your hand towards his underwear, stopping short of touching his waistband.

You bite his neck making sure to leave a bruise your proud of. You keep kissing his neck, inching upwards to his jaw before kissing the edge of his lips. Your fingertips lightly dance on the waistband of his underwear, nails softly scratching his growing bulge. You keep this up as your kisses get nearer to his lips.

"Don't tease me, princess." He mumbles, stopping your hands and making you grab his erection forcefully. He groans at the pressure and you look into his eyes to find them covered in lust.

He begins to grind in your hand, the friction make you press your thighs together. You watch as his lips part and eyes flutter shut. You felt your stomach tense at the sight, lip between your teeth as he uses your hand for his own gratification.

"Julian..." you let out a needy moan, his grip on your hand stronger when he hears you.

Within seconds he's flipped you over and has you sitting on his lap. Your pussy directly under his bugle. You were only in his T-shirt and underwear. He traces your underwear with his thumb, slightly pushing it to the side. You buck your hip against his when you felt him touch your skin.

"Mmm you want me inside you baby?" He gives you a smirk, eyes stuck on the way a little dot of wetness starts to show on your underwear.

"Please.." you beg when he fully pushes it to the side, thumb gliding against your wet lips before pressing your clit.

"Then ride me." You're quick to pull out his dick.

You lift yourself carefully and slowly slide down him until you hit bottom. You whine as he fills your up, needing a second to adjust to him before rolling your hips against him. He stations his hands on your waist, helps you keep a pace. You place your hands on his chest, head thrown back as you feel him pulse inside you. He reaches to your neck and pulls you down for a kiss.

"So tight-" he groans, nails biting into your flesh when you start to lift your hips and slam down on him. He watches you bounce on his cock, your body jiggling as you drop yourself on him. He looks down and curses when he sees his base covered in your cream.

"Just like that princess." He praises and you tighten around him even more.

When he feels you getting tired, he uses his own strength to lift you up. Your eyes shut as you get closer to your orgasm. His balls slap against your ass as he thrusts into you. You bring your hand and circle your clit fast. Moans leaving your mouth when he drags your body faster and harder.

"Shit shit.." he grumbles, stomach tensing when you finally clamp down.

A broken scream escapes your mouth as you feel your orgasm run through you. He watches your body shake and cums with a groan, heavy panting as he shoots his cum inside you.

Your body feels limp and you lay on his chest, both your breathing erratic as you try to calm down.

"Good morning." You whisper.

"Good morning." He chuckles before kissing the top of your head.

[footballfanfictions]

Used to be the one I love - Julian Draxler (smut)

Spending all your time with your new friends And you take 'em all the places now that we been But you used to be the one I love Yeah, you used to be the one I love Say you wanna talk, how-have-you-beens I'm the only one you know that'll listen And you used to be the one I love.

*

It had been a few years since she had dated June; she wasn’t sure how many it had been now, she usually couldn’t bear to think about anything to do with him, or their time together. They hadn’t spoken to each other since that rainy July evening, the evening she had told him that he needed to follow his dreams all the way to Paris, and that she couldn’t go with him. It had broken her heart to do it, but loving someone is selfless; and there is nothing more selfless than letting the one that you love go so that they can pursue their dreams. How can you hold back someone like Jule? How could anyone bear to make him miserable? To drain all of that sunshine from him. He radiated it. He hadn’t taken it well. He’d cried, pleaded with her, promised that he would ask his agent to speak to London clubs so that he could be with her while she was at University. She told him that he wouldn’t get another opportunity like PSG, the giants of Ligue 1. He would have been a fool to turn them down for the Premier League at that time. But now…well… he was on the outskirts of the PSG squad and his talent wasn’t being utilised to its full potential. It was April, and the global coronavirus pandemic was in full swing. She was working from home, her eyes moving over the excel spreadsheet open on her laptop, when her phone buzzed.

Julian: How have you been? I know we haven’t spoken in so long x

She furrowed her brow, lifting her iPhone to read the message. Her mouth gaped open in disbelief that after all the time that had passed that he was actually texting her.

Not taking the pandemic that well. Working from home is hard.

She wondered what he wanted. Surely he wasn’t just texting for a catch up? She knew that he had a girlfriend now and wondered what she would think if she knew Julian was texting an ex. Julian: I don’t want to disturb you while you’re at work but can I call? xx

He had gone from one kiss at the end of the message, which she had not reciprocated in her response, to now sending two kisses like he used to when they were together.

I’m just doing some boring accounts stuff but I’m due a break, give me five minutes? x

She might have been overthinking it but she thought that one kiss was sufficiently friendly without crossing a line. She was going to use the next five minutes wisely, even if he couldn’t see her though the phone she wanted to look good to feel good and fill in the space where her confidence used to be. Julian turned her to jelly, always had done and probably always would. Her legs felt like jelly as she stood from her desk and brushed the remnants of the rich tea biscuit she had been nibbling on off of her pencil skirt. She tightened her ponytail and unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, hoping that it would help her to catch her breath when she heard his voice. She quickly downed the dregs of her cup of tea and darted to the bathroom to brush her teeth and reapply her mascara. She had done one eye when her phone rang. ‘Damnit Jule’ she cursed. Here goes she thought, tapping the screen to accept the call. She took in a deep breath, swiping the mascara wand to coat the lashes that she hadn’t managed to finish before his call. ‘Hi’ he said, sounding nervous. ‘What do I owe this pleasure to?’ she joked, feeling nervous and unsure of how she should be speaking to him. Was she flirting? Did he want her to? ‘It’s so hard not to call you my b-‘ ‘Don’t’ she cut him off. ‘I’m sorry’ he gulped and there was a long pause before he continued the conversation. ‘So I’m in London. I’ve had an offer from Tottenham and I’m seriously considering it. I wanted to get your opinion.’ She was too in shock to answer him for a moment, thoughts tumbling around her head, all in a muddle. Jule here, Jule in London, possibly even only a few miles away. Had this happened all those years ago they could have… ‘Will your girlfriend want to leave Paris?’ she asked. She knew that she was prying and she knew that she sounded every inch the jealous ex but she was desperate to know the answer. Had he told her? A part of her hoped that his girlfriend had gotten upset about it, that they’d had a fight and broken up, but that was probably too much to hope for. History doesn’t often repeat itself like that. She had been in that position the last time he had moved clubs and she had been the idiot that had let him go. She could have applied to study in Paris even though it had been her dream to travel to and study in London for as long as she could remember. ‘She doesn’t want me to leave Paris. She has a great apartment here in a really good part of the city, she has her dancing career…’ He trailed off and she just knew he was doing that lip biting thing that he does. ‘I’ll advise you the same way that I did the last time you were going to move teams. You have to follow your dreams. What is your head telling you to do?’ She could tell that he was anxiously and she wanted to speak soothingly to him to try to calm him down. ‘When I think about London I just think about the life that I could have had’ he mumbled. ‘What do you mean?’ she was pacing the room now while they talked, unable to stay still as anxiety fuelled her. ‘I can’t stop thinking about what we could have had. I could have signed for a London club back then, you could have studied and we could have come home to each other every night. I’d probably have proposed to you by now’ his voice was so quiet that she barely caught the last part of his sentence. Her breath caught in her throat and she felt tears prickling in the corner of her eyes. ‘Jule…’ ‘You used to be the one I loved.’ He said, his voicing rising back to it’s usual level. He sounded really upset now, and very conflicted about more than just his transfer situation. ‘and now?’ she asked, trying to hold back the tears. She wasn’t sure she was strong enough to hear that he didn’t feel that way any more even though she knew that was only logical, it had been years and even though she had never been able to move on, he clearly had. ‘Now I have a girlfriend who only wants to move in with me if its in her part of the city, if its on her terms. Who doesn’t tell me that she loves me, who doesn’t kiss me unless I kiss her first, who only like sex with the lights on in the missionary position. Do I need to go on?’ he sighed. ‘Some of those details were unnecessary for an ex girlfriend’s ears’ she bit her lip, walking out of the bathroom into her bedroom and laying down on her bed. ‘I guess what I’m looking to find out is if we could have a chance?’ he asked, sounding hopeful. ‘Unless there’s someone new in your life? I guess I should have asked before I laid my heart out on the line’. ‘Maybe we are better off talking about this in person.’ She suggested, thinking that meeting up in a public place would make her less tempted to do something with him that either of them might later regret. ‘If that’s what you need.’ he agreed. ‘We could go out for a meal and talk, but you might need to make a suggestion. I’ve only been here for a few hours.’ ‘How long are you here for?’ she asked. ‘Initially just the weekend to meet with Daniel Levy and my agent.’ ‘I’ll text you.’ she said, cutting the call off abruptly so that she could let out a short cry, filled with all the emotions she had been bottling throughout the phone call. If there was anything still there between them, she was certainly going to find out later that evening.

* ‘Hey heartbreaker’ Julian joked, greeting the girl he had left behind in that very city a few years ago. ‘Shit’ she said, looking through the window of the restaurant she had suggested that was definitely not open. ‘Did you forget the global pandemic?’ ‘You’re the one who suggested dinner’ she responded, rolling her eyes at him. It drove Julian crazy when she did that. ‘So we can just go back to yours and we can cook something.’ he suggested, playfully nudging her arm. ‘Unless you do actually have a secret boyfriend that you live with.’ ‘Don’t joke about things like that when you have a girlfriend waiting for you at home.’ she said, visibly upset. Julian realised that he had hit a nerve that he shouldn’t have and had crossed the line. When they were together she had been very candid about an ex boyfriend that had cheated on her and how that had made her feel. It was only natural that she didn’t want to make another woman feel the way that she had. ‘Sorry I shouldn’t have -‘ ‘It doesn’t matter’ she interrupted, side stepping so that there was about a metre between them. ‘Are you social distancing from me? I’ve had a covid test you know and I’m all clear’ he laughed. ‘I just don’t really trust myself around you’ she shrugged, shoving her hands into the deep pockets of her cardigan. ‘Well that makes two of us.’

*

A few dark alleyways later and they arrived at an apartment complex. The outside was painted blue and each of the apartments had a little balcony attached. Julian smiled saying ‘I can imagine you living here’. ‘Cut the small talk Draxler - you’re only here for one weekend.’ she muttered, grabbing him by the hand and dragging him up to her doorstep. At some point without his notice she had pulled out her keys which she was now furiously jamming into the lock and twisting as if every second it denied her was frustrating beyond measure. Then the door was open and she was pulling him through it, her hands were all over him, tugging his arms out of his jacket, thrust up the back of his white t-shirt and into the back of his hair. He crashed his lips against hers, pressing her back against the cool plastic of her door as he closed it behind them. He knew then that they weren’t going to make it to her bedroom. They were going to do it right there against her front door, and he hoped she didn’t have a room mate. He tongue brushed against her lips asking from permission that she granted, giving his bottom lip a gentle nip. ‘You’re always biting your lip when you’re nervous’ she whispered against his lips. ‘You make me nervous’ he whispered back, tangling his hands into her hair, lowering his mouth to her neck, pressing a serious of light kisses from below her jaw to her collarbone as he pushed the straps of her dress down her arms, following the movement of the fabric as it fell to her hips. He held her there against him, holding her hips tightly, pushing her against him, against his hardness before he pushed her dress down further, watching as it pooled at her feet. ‘Keep those on’ he mumbled, gesturing to her heels. She gave him a devilish smile before she pulled him back in for another open-mouthed kiss, broken only by her pulling his t-shirt up over his head. Her hands ghosted over his abs and he shivered involuntarily at her touch. ‘I love you’ he said, holding her head in place an inch from his so that they could look into each other’s eyes. ‘and I always will’. ‘Show me.’ she commanded. At that he lifted her off her feet, pushing her further up the door. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed against her. ‘I want to feel how much you love me.’ she continued. Her hands were on his shoulders now, holding him tight. He kissed her again while he dropped a hand back to her hip, grazing the lace at the top of her panties before he slip the hand inside of them, his thumb brushing lightly against her clit. He didn’t want to give her much yet. He used to really enjoy teasing her and he hadn’t had anything but vanilla for a long time. ‘Jule-‘ she moaned, gripping his upper arm. ‘What did you say?’ he teased, brushing one of his fingers against her wet slit, using the moisture to lubricate his thumb’s motions against her clit. ‘I haven’t had you for years, why are you making me wait longer?’ He disguised his smile by pressing his face into her neck, gently kissing her there. ‘Oh alright then… if you insist’ he said, about to reach down to unfasten his jeans, but her hands were there before his, popping the button open and pushing the denim down his muscular thighs followed in quick succession by his boxers, leaving him bare to her. ‘No more foreplay’ she groaned, bucking her hips against his hand, pushing the finger that had been at her entrance ever so slightly into her. He didn’t hesitate any longer. She gasped as his finger left her but he swiftly removed her underwear and gripped her ass, giving it a gentle smack, their lips crashing against each other’s once more as their desire took over and Julian pushed himself into her, letting out a low moan against her mouth at the contact. His thrusts were fast paced and hard as he tried to physically show her how much he had missed this, missed fucking her. ‘There’s no way I’m going to last long’ he groaned. ‘Good because neither am I’ she whispered back, and he watched a blush creep across her cheeks mixed with the glow of perspiration and excitement. He landed another gentle smack against her ass which had her grinding down onto him in a rhythm that mismatched his but caused a perfect amount of friction that had them both coming undone in seconds. He clung onto her as they came down from the high, trying to control his breathing and refill his lungs after holding his breath to climax. ‘Fuck’ was all she could manage to say. ‘Fuck, I love Tottenham Hotspur.’ He agreed.

[aucelebrity]

Au Meme : Julian Draxler talks about your breakup and that Tom Holland and Timothy Chalamet have a crush on you.

[fussball-imaginesz]

she’s different

words:very little,it took 15 minutes to write it

warnings:none

player:anyone

She is so different.Other girls have thousands of makeup,she has thousands of jerseys.Other girls love shopping,she would rather be at a football match.Other girls love romantic comedies where they cry their hearts out.She loves horror movies where she would laugh her heart out at him screaming like a little baby.He loves her.Just because she’s not a normal girl.Just because she screams and curses the referee on his matches like his ex didn’t.Just because she would be with the die hard fans at stands rather than in VIP seats. She knows she can’t control her loud screams and curses towards the ref while other WAGs are there.So she is going to stands.Not in any stands.The ‘north’ stands.Craziest.True fans who would die for the team go there.She maybe is a girl,but very popular from stands to have a fiery temper and to say meanest things to referees.So right now,he’s with his team.In front of those stands.Looking directly in her eyes.They just won.They just won Champions League.She was crying,wearing no makeup she could ruin,clutching the material of his jersey on her chest and looking at the sky, both crying and laughing.He looked at his teammates.They are crying too.Everybody’s happy.Just not him.He has a transfer offered to one of best places on Earth.He wants to go. He told his coach he was thinking about it, begging him not to tell anyone yet.He knew she would love it.It was in the city of her dreams.He speaks that language and so does she.He knows the guys from the team well,some from the national team.He was looking up at the sky,thinking of how he could tell her,the girl in the stands that he was ready to propose any moment,that she will never see him in the color of jersey that is on him currently again?She was a baby when she got her first jersey.She is practically taught to love only one team.His team.So how does he tell her?

“You don’t”he stopped looking at the sky, turning to his teammate,he knows that he knows,it’s the look in his eyes.

“I know”

“There is only one solution”he patted him.

“I know..To stay.”

He really likes it here.God,why was he thinking he could do this?

“And the only option”he continued,his teammate trying to hide happiness by just nodding and walking away.

He doesn’t .

He stays.

Until the end.

And marries her,of course.

If it wasn’t her,he would have been at plane to destination of his new club right now.But no.

He will put that ring on her finger.

[footywritingworks]

Heeeyyy 🥰 can i get a Julian Draxler one where he had an affair with y/n but was still with his girlfriend. She finds them in bed together and Julian ask her to leave and she is heartbroken? maybe a happy end when he turns up at her door or at her uni or something? love your stuff ✌🏻💗

You didn't even know he had a girlfriend at the time. One minute you and Julian were kissing and touching, enjoying the feeling of each other's skin when the door bursts open, revealing a brunette standing in the doorway. Julian moved away from you and you pulled up the sheets to cover your half naked body.

"Who is this bitch? Why would you do this to us, Julian! I thought we were happy."

The girl screamed at him and he was trying desperately to make her a bit more quiet. But it confused you. He told you he didn't have a girlfriend and that he really liked you. Had all this been a lie.

"Julian?"

Your voice was shaking, already full of emotion. He looked down at his hands and let out a sigh. And in that moment you knew. The girl was his girlfriend and you were just a side piece. He looked back at you, his eyes glistening.

"I think it's better if you'd go now."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you started to collect your clothes and got out of the apartment. Your heart was aching and it felt like it had been ripped out of your chest. When you got home you changed into comfortable clothing and cried your eyes out. You really thought you meant something to each other. That you would grow to love one another and be in a relationship. All these thoughts ripped away from you and now you were falling into a hole deeper than anything you'd ever experienced. He had broken your heart.

You woke up to the door bell ringing. Crawling out from under the sheets you made your way to the door. Behind it stood julian, a sad expression coloring his face, with a bouquet of roses in his hand. He shifted his weight from one foot to another. He was nervous.

"I'm sorry. I know I should have told you when we met. But you were so entrancing and I was like a moth to light. I broke up with her because I realized how much you mean to me. How much I love you. And if you can forgive me and feel the same. Maybe we can go from the beginning."

Your mind was racing. He had hurt you the most. Your heart had been a wound almost unable to be fixed. Yet still, you yearned for him. For his touch. So you gave him the only possible answer there was.

"Okay. Let's start over."

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[varanest]

true love is a golden ring

a/n: yet another ‘whoever you want to read it’ piece no one asked for!

“I didn’t think it would last anyway.”

It was really unfair how beautiful she looked in the afternoon light.

They sat across each other in the small downtown café. It was just the two of them there at the time, the baristas too busy cleaning the machines to pay them any mind. Which was good, considering what was happening. She had a pastel pink knit sweater on, and he was having a hard time looking away from the way it matched so perfectly with her skin.

Between them on the table were the now empty cups, a set of keys and a gold ring.

“Thank you for everything.”

“Anna.” He swallowed thickly and slowly dared to look up at that dearly face he woke up to everyday for the past three years. “What is this? What do you mean you did not think it would last?”

Anna’s smile was sad when she looked down to her intertwined hands, not meeting his eyes. “It was too good to be true from the start anyway.” She shakes her head, chuckling ironically. “We have been fighting too much recently, and that actually makes sense. I used to worry but now, I – this just seems to be for the best. It’s for the best. I’m glad to have had what he had.”

“What does that even mean? What about me, Anna?”

The helpless look she gives him is enough to break his heart into pieces.

“I am glad to have what we have.” He would not say had like Anna had said. “I did not come in here thinking this would ever end. Couples fight all the time.”

“I’m actually relieved. It was getting weird anyway, wondering when it would all end.”

It apparently ends like this, with Anna calling the shots, deciding when to back out. His hands are balled into fists in his lap. “You thought this would end eventually, but married me anyway?” Would it be strange, he wondered, to cry in the middle of an empty café, with upbeat music playing in the background?  “How fucking selfish, Anna.”

She met his eyes briefly, before bringing them down again. “Yes, you’ve said so before. I’m sorry.”

It wasn’t even a significant fight. It was over some stupid, dumb small thing, but maybe he could admit that is was one of the common fight the past days over petty things like a shirt on the floor or the sink filled with dirty dishes. He had already forgotten what it had been about this time, but he does remember her crying. She left, and the next he heard of her was over a text, asking him to meet her at this café.

“Anna.” They fought a lot. It happens to long-time couples, right? He didn’t expect this. “Anna, please. Please don’t go.”

“Thank you for everything.”

“Wait, Anna.” Please listen. Why wasn’t she listening?

“I will have someone get my things sometime this weekend. If you don’t mind. I just – I can’t, not anymore.”

No. No, no, no. “Anna.”

“Take care.”

-

He shoots up from the bed to be met with darkness and quiet, save for his ragged breaths. A quick glance to the side tells him the space beside him on the bed is still empty, and immediately he is on his feet, padding to the door and out into the living room.

He jumps on the prone figure on the couch, who protests the attack with a shocked cry.

“Hey!” She stares up to him with wide eyes. There was a hint of sleep to them, which meant he must have woken her up, but those same eyes were also red and swollen. It didn’t seem as if she had been asleep for too long. “Are you insane? What’re you doing?”

He ignores the struggling girl beneath him as he dugs through the blankets to extract her left hand. “Your hand,” he urges, pulling at her arm. “Show it to me.”

“What? No! What are you –”

But he is adamant and she is just confused, so that a split second later, her dainty left hand is wrestled up between their faces. Anna’s gold ring flashes in the moonlight streaming in from the windows.

“Hey!” She protests, more weakly now, as if the sight of the ring took the fight out of her. “Come on, let go. I’m still mad at you, alright?”

“That’s okay.” He releases the breath he didn’t even know he was holding. He falls back into the cushions, blinking back the sudden stinging in his eyes while he clutches Anna’s hand to his chest. “It’s okay if you’re still angry at me. But Anna…” His voice was low and controlled in a way he did not really feel. “No matter how angry you get, you will never leave me, will you?”

She looks even more confused now. “Um. What.”

She looks so adorable like that, as she often did, dark haired and wide eyed and that delicate face that never failed to make his heart flutter.

Then the image of her in the pale pink sweater at the café, smiling sadly flashes before his eyes. He groans and buries his face on her neck.

Anna seems shocked to stillness when he suddenly begins clinging to her. “Um…”

“I had a bad dream,” he muffles against the skin of her neck.

“A bad dream.” A brief pause, during which she finally seems to understand what was going on. “I left you?”

Even remembering that scene is painful, so he buries his nose even deeper against her shoulder. His heart is racing and only the smell of that floral perfume and that warm, familiar scent of Anna that seeps through her shirt is what’s keeping his head clear.

He hears her sigh.

“Did you seriously dream about me leaving you? Because we fought?”

His response is muffled by the material of her shirt.

“What was that?”

He raises his head from her chest, revealing red eyes and a heavy frown. “I said that this is the first time we fought so badly that you didn’t want to sleep in our bed.”

She blinks back at him. “Yeah, well, that happens when you finally share a room and a bed with somebody and they annoy you.”

He lets out a whine, wrapping his arms around her tighter, refusing to move.

She sighs again.

“This is ridiculous.”

“Please.” He sniffs, “I just want to be here.”

“Then you can take the couch and I’ll go to bed.”

He pouts, his lips trembling. “So mean…”

“This is getting weird.”

“Anna,” he calls to her, like in the dream.

“It was just a dream.” Her warm arms go around his shoulders, finally holding him.

“Anna.” He holds up her hand and presses his lips firmly on the golden band around her finger. “This ring means we will be together forever. You cannot give it back to me no matter how bad we fight.”

“Um. Yes, I know. The rings were my idea in the first place, after all.”

“And we are married.”

“I’m quite aware of that. I was there at the wedding, too.”

“Marriages are permanent. It is not like being in a relationship, where you just break up and that’s it.”

“Alright, thank you. I understand the difference. There was a seminar we had to sit through and everything.”

He’s finally feeling relieved.

“Sorry.” He knows he should’ve said that earlier.  “I made you angry, I’m really sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too,” she agrees sheepishly. “I might have said some things I didn’t mean, too.”

“Wanna come back to bed with me?” He asks gently.

“Yeah. Let’s go to bed, love.”

He wastes no time and scoops her up in his arms, leading them to their bedroom where he tucks her in bed, wrapping her in their blankets and joining her soon after. He wraps her in his arms, burying his nose deep in her hair, entwining their hands so their rings were touching. He swears he’s never ever letting her go.

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we belong together - kylian mbappé and julian draxler fanfic

12| Never Forget You

a/n: slightly smutty

april 2024| paris

Molly woke up to the bright sun shining through her bedroom window. It had been two weeks since she had seen either of the boys, both were away on international duty with their teams. She didn't know when they were due back, but she hoped it was today and specifically Julian. She got butterflies every time she thought about the German; she loved how wide his smile would go when he saw her or how beautiful his brown eyes sparkled when he spoke about football.

She stared at her phone and read the several text messages she had received today; it would have been a lot, after all, it was her twenty-eighth birthday today. She concentrated on the messages Kylian had sent her.

08:00am – Happy birthday mon amour. I love you.

08:30am – I miss you.

10:00am – Can I see you soon? Please.

11:30am – I'll be back in Paris today, I hope you have a wonderful day Moll, you deserve it.

Molly sighed and sent a quick reply. She didn't know why, but she found it hard to stay away from the Frenchman. She pushed the thoughts out of her head and proceeded to get ready for the day; she had received a message from Julian stating he was on his way to pick her up. She dressed herself in black leggings and a cropped black jumper, it might have been sunny outside, but there was still a cold breeze.

Molly opened the door to Julian, delighted to see his face. "I've missed you," he whispered. He pulled her into a hug, wrapping one arm around her waist and using the other to stroke her hair. He cupped her cheek and pecked her lips. "You look beautiful, are you ready?"

"Ready for what?"

"You'll see," he smiled, intertwining their hands. He first collected a bag from his car, before shutting the trunk and grabbing her hand again. They strolled together around the streets of Paris, until they stopped at a random park. But it wasn't random. Molly instantly recognised their location; she turned to face Julian, who was staring back at her with a beaming smile. He pulled her closer and kissed her cheek, whispering in her ear. "Happy birthday Molly."

"How did you know where to find it?" she questioned. She remembered that day he was extremely lost, so finding the exact same park was not possible. Or was it? She eyed the German, who blushed and shrugged his shoulders. "Julian Draxler you little liar!" she teasingly poked his cheek. He chuckled, pulling out a blanket and placing it on the floor, patting the space next to him. She sat down and snuggled closer to him, he wrapped a protective arm around her waist. "Why did you bring me here?"

"I wanted to do something for your birthday that you'll remember," Julian softly spoke. "Do you remember the time we came here?" she rolled her eyes and nodded, resting her head on his shoulder. "That day will forever be etched on my mind."

"Why? Because you pretended to be lost and dragged me around nearly every street in Paris."

"No," he chuckled at her sudden burst of anger. He moved her body between his legs and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder. "It's the first time I realised I had fallen in love with you."

....

april 2024| paris

"What are we doing here Kylian?"

"We are baby shopping."

"Then why are we in this expensive boutique!" Molly loudly whispered. Kylian wasn't lying; he had mentioned to Rosalie that he wanted to start buying things for their unborn child, she agreed and allowed him to invite Molly. What she didn't realise was the meaning for the random shopping trip he suddenly wanted to participate in. "I don't see any baby stuff in here."

He smirked and softly brushed his fingers against the brunette's hand. "Because," he started. He noticed her looking at a dress and picked it up, ignoring her protests. "I am buying you a dress for your birthday party," he beamed. He placed a finger over her mouth to stop her from replying. "No arguments, now pick some out."

Molly went around and picked a few different outfits up, Kylian sat on the couch and watched her stroll into the fitting rooms. She bit her lip and gazed into the mirror, trying to stop the smile forming on her lips. "You shouldn't be here," she breathed, watching as Kylian's white trainers appeared at the bottom of the stall.

"I'd like to see what I'm buying," he quietly spoke. "Open the door and let me in, otherwise I'll do it myself."

Molly opened the door and rolled her eyes. Kylian's jaw nearly fell from his mouth, as he gawked at the matching lingerie she was wearing that barely covered her body. He gulped and swiftly pushed her inside, closing the door shut. "Why are you teasing me?" he murmured. He kissed her bare shoulder and ran his fingers down her stomach. "You are so beautiful. When I'm not with you, I'm always thinking about you," he whispered. He brushed his lips against her ear, slowly slipping his fingers beneath her panties. She fluttered her eyes closed and breathed in.

No matter how hard she tried, Molly knew she couldn't resist Kylian. If he wanted her, he was bound to find a way to have her and that included during a shopping trip his fiancé knew they were on. "I thought you wanted to see the dresses?"

"Mon amour," he smirked. He began to brush his fingers against the wet folds between her thighs, listening to her whisper quiet moans. "We already know you look great in everything."

Molly could only respond with a yelp, as she felt Kylian lift her body in his arms and press her against the wall. "Kylian," she moaned as he quickly slid inside of her. He hastily connected their lips, trying to muffle the moans as he continued thrusting inside of her at a rapid pace. She rolled her eyes back as she reached her climax, resting her forehead on his shoulder.

Kylian pulled out of Molly and released himself onto her bare thigh. He helped clean her up and kissed her lips. "Don't worry about the dresses, we'll buy them all," he smiled. He watched as she covered her body back up, still looking breathtakingly beautiful. She rolled her eyes and faced the mirror. "Let's go."

"Wow Kylian," Molly sneered. "I can't wait till you tell Rosalie what we found today," she loudly chuckled. She fixed her hair in the mirror and turned to face the Frenchman. "Never mind something for the baby, which we actually were supposed to be looking for. But a great place to fuck your ex-girlfriend, I'm sure she'll be thrilled."

"She'll understand," he shrugged. She shot him a questioning look, raising her eyebrow at him. He softly grazed a finger over her cheek and pecked her lips. "She deserves it anyway, she fucked Adam."

"Excuse me?" Molly whisper shouted. People were bound to have heard them by now, let's hope nobody interesting actually heard us. They didn't need their actions being posted over the front cover of every magazine in France. "I thought they only kissed? When did this happen?"

Kylian smirked at the confused look on her face. "After you told him about your affair with Julian," he winked. "He was drunk in a bar and called Rose, she picked him up and they talked at his hotel. And then they fucked. So, what we just did, is allowed."

"Not it isn't Kylian," Molly spat. She ran a hand through her hair and picked up her bag, exiting the changing room. Kylian followed her and paid for the dresses, winking at the brunette as he passed her the bags. They left the shop and walked back to the car, driving to his home. She parked the car up and turned off the engine, she turned her head to face the footballer. "Remember you started it. This isn't healthy for your relationship."

"Don't blame all this on me missy," he mocked. He rolled his eyes and stepped out of the car, closing the door and walking around to Molly's door. She rolled the window down, Kylian moved his head closer to hers. "You say this is bad, but you can't stop fucking me either," he leaned his lips to her ear and kissed the skin, before quietly whispering to her. "I can't wait to see you in that dress, I'm sure I won't be able to keep my hands of you."

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april 2024| paris

Julian paced around Molly's living room, his body was filled with rage. "I thought you stopped this," he spat. It was two days after Molly and Freddie's joint birthday party; the party in which she had spent all night secretly flirting with Kylian. Although, it didn't go unnoticed by the German, who watched with flared nostrils. "Do I mean fucking nothing to you?"

Molly flinched at his words, rubbing her hands over her face and groaning in frustration. "I don't know what to say," she muttered. A single tear fell down her cheek; Julian watched her and softened up, he knew he couldn't stay angry at her, she was his weakness and Kylian was hers. "I don't know why I do it. Believe me Julian, I am completely in love with you but something always draws me back to him."

"Please don't," he warned. Despite the love he felt for her, his anger surpassed it. "I don't know how much longer I can do this Moll," he sighed. "After everything he has done to you, you still pick him. Remember, he picked Rosalie over you. When he had a choice, he picked her. He didn't fight for you. He didn't run after you. He didn't contact you. He picked her, yet you still go back to him."

"You think I don't fucking know that!" Molly raised her voice and stood up. "I had to deal with my father dying and my boyfriend leaving me, I don't need you to keep reminding me of that."

The venom in her voice was evident, her sudden outburst had rendered Julian silent. "You keep saying you are there to help me, but what have you actually done bar fuck me?" she continued. "It doesn't matter anyway, because you can't fix me, nobody can."

He managed to calm himself down, ignoring the pure hatred of her words. He stood up and walked towards her, moving her to the couch and taking her hands in his. He rested his forehead on hers and listened to her breathing slow down, their lips drifting closer together. He placed a hand on the small of her back, instantly calming her down. His lips were so close to hers, they brushed against them when he spoke. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I should have done more. I don't want to control you, but I hate seeing you like this," he wiped a tear from her cheek, using his other hand to tilt her chin up. "You are the love of my life and I would do anything for you, if that means leaving you alone so you can get better then that's fine."

"I don't want you to leave me alone," Molly whimpered. She pressed her lips to Julian's, wrapping her arms around his neck as he pulled her onto his lap. She gazed into his glossy eyes and kissed his jaw. "I shouldn't have said those things. You have helped me Julian, in more ways than you can imagine," she traced her fingers through his hair. "I lost myself, but you found me. You saved me from the person I was becoming. But I'm still recovering and that's why I need to be on my own for a bit. I'm continuing to hurt the people I love and I need to fix that. But I want you to know that my love for you won't change; when I'm better, if you'll have me, I'm all yours."

Julian didn't bother responding straight away. He pressed his lips to Molly's and moved her beneath him, continuing to kiss the skin on her shoulder. She moaned and pulled him closer to her. He rested his forehead on hers and tenderly stroked her cheek. He knew this wasn't goodbye, but it still felt like it was the last time he would be seeing her. "From the day, I saw you in the carpark, I've been yours. I will continue to be yours until the day I die. I love you will all my heart."

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a/n: oh hey, it’s me again. the past few weeks have been SO busy. work is busy, my personal life if busy, BUT i now have time to post!!!

so... i have three (YES THREE) chapters left of this story, i can’t believe it’s coming to an end. hopefully i will let you know in the next coming days the schedule for the next chapters. 

as always, thank you for reading/liking/commenting, it means the world xxx

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This little thing came to my head few nights ago, and because I always put so much research in a player that I am writing it for, I decided to skip it because I didn’t want to waste any time in case the idea got lost. It’s a bit angsty, but I love my emotional roller-coaster. Anyway, read, enjoy and tell me who you imagined when reading it. 💗

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Masochistic.

You’ve heard this term many times before, and you finally knew what it meant and how it felt because there was no other word that could describe you and what you were doing to yourself in that very moment. Walking through the large oak doors – clutching a small box with a golden bow in your hands, wearing dress more fitting for a funeral than a birthday.

Your eyes roam the room, looking for the person that invited you to his birthday party, but deep down you know that your eyes are looking for someone else.

You were looking for him.

It’s been more than eight months since you last saw him in blood and flesh – that afternoon when you, fed up with the pain in your chest, spilled all of your feelings in front of him as if they were a jug of milk in slippery hands.

More than eight months since he walked out, confused and angry at the same time. It’s been more than eight months since he slammed the doors of your apartment on his way out, only to never walk back through them – not even to retrieve some of his belongings and random things he kept at your place – purposefully or unintentionally.

A battered Thomas Mann book, a toothbrush in the spare bathroom cupboard and a pair of old cleats that still hung in the hallway, next to your jacket.

You’ve heard that he was doing fine whenever you asked about him, and it was no surprise – after all, he had nothing to feel bad about; nothing to move on from.

It was you who suffered, trying to pick up the pieces of your cracked heart.

It was you who cried countless nights, blaming herself for even uttering those words.

It was you. Not him.

“Y/N?” you hear behind your back and with a blink you let your thoughts slide away as you turn around. “I didn’t expect…” your mutual friend and the birthday boy trails off, nervously fixing his tie. “You look, well… different. Your hair…”

“Hi,” you speak softly, ignoring the comment about how different you look. You know that you do, even without people pointing it out. “I hope you don’t mind me being here? Wasn’t sure if you invited me out of politeness, but, yeah…” You force a smile, outstretching the hand that held the present towards him. “Happy Birthday! I had no time to get you something proper, but I remembered you said you like truffle chocolate.”

He chuckles as he takes the box, twisting it in his hands. “It’s even my favourite brand,” he comments as he looks over your shoulder - eyes moving over the crowd. “Thank you, Y/N. Can I offer you something to drink?”

“Thank you.”

You let him lead you to the long table in the middle of the big room, littered with expensive bottles and glasses. Politely, you converse about the last season – the very same season you couldn’t bring yourself to follow after that afternoon. You ask about his parents as you accept a glass of expensive red wine before he excuses himself to greet some other guests, leaving you alone. 

You didn’t expect anything else.

Out of place.

You weren’t used on that kind of feeling – being surrounded with people who you vaguely knew and who vaguely knew you. The very same faces that some times ago, recognised you as you waited for him after the match – ready to drive him home because he was always so tired after being out on the pitch. The very same faces that two of you partied with after important wins or sat in silence as you mourned lost matches.

Now, they seem to be oblivious to your presence – whether because you looked different or because they knew how and why the friendship between two of you ended.

You hoped it was the first.

It didn’t take you too long to finally spot him among the familiar faces – after all he always had this power to pull people in, to maintain eye-contact, whether you were a stranger or someone familiar.

Just for a second, you enjoy the wrench of your emotions as you watch him, but then you see a girl next to him, and suddenly you feel nothing. Eyes flutter close for a moment as an invisible dagger twists in your chest, and you turn around scared, but you feel it – he saw you too.

Coming here was a stupid idea.

Masochistic.

Stupid.

But you cannot bring yourself to leave.

Instead, you walk away from the table, trying to blend in the crowd as you nervously pull at your earring – something you find yourself doing whenever the anxiety starts to kick in. Suddenly, your dress feels too tight, heels uncomfortable and you want to shed your skin away – breaths becoming shallow, hands shaky.

“Y/N?”

More than eight months since you last heard him say your name.

“You cannot be fucking serious Y/N?!”

For a moment, you don’t move but you know that eventually you will have to turn around, so you do so. And there he was, standing in front of you, handsome as always.

Nothing comes out of your months as you watch him, the same way nothing came out of his mouth after you told him you love him, knowing that he doesn’t feel the same way; knowing that at that time he was seeing someone else and was ready to propose.

“H/N,” you acknowledge in a soft voice.

He opens his mouth to speak, but quickly stops himself as he looks down at you – those eyes piercing you with their intensity.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” he finally says, sticking his hands in the pockets of his pressed trousers before you had the chance to see if he was wearing a ring.

The way he pronounced your full name after years of using the nickname he had for you.

“I’d be lying if I said the same,” you respond, trying to smile, but it doesn’t really work so you opt for looking at the splash of wine in your glass. “I knew you’d be here.”

“Does it bother you?” he asks and you can swear you hear the tiniest bit of compassion in his voice. Or was it pity?

Quickly, you shake your head, looking at some of the people who decided to watch the two of you interact – not even trying to hide their curiosity.

Including his beautiful date in a sparkly, silver dress.

“No,” you start, “if anything, you have more right to be here than I do, no?”

“You cut your—,” he stops for a moment, ignoring your question, and you nod, letting him know that it is okay to continue, “—your hair.” He’s looking at you now, properly – eyes moving painfully slow over your face as if he was trying to memorise a page of a book. “It suits you.”

His face is expressionless hard to read. You used to be so good at it, but now, after putting the wedge called ‘unrequited love’ between the two of you, you lost that ability.

“How have you been?” you ask, bringing the glass to your lips, but you never take a sip.  

“Good, good,” he answers quickly, folding his arms on his chest and you notice that he still wore the watch that you bought him. “Y/N, can we talk?” A clear of his throat, a nervous ran of a hand through his hair – eyes glancing in both directions before settling back on yours. “Somewhere private?”

The hold on your glass loosens a little as you blink up at him. “I don’t think I am someone who can help you with your problems. It’s been more than eigh—,” you stop now, gathering a breath in your lungs, “well, you know what I mean. You’ve been there after all.”

“And what if the problem is you?”

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There it is "angry" julian

Bye what a cute cinamon roll I'm crying

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Hey :) can i get a julian draxler imagine, where him an y/n are dating, but his ex makes him believe that y/n cheated on him&they break up, but he realizes that he was wrong and wants her back? Hope that makes sense😬🙈 Thank you💕

An old request..I also started to lose motivation half way but I hope you see this x

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Rumours were normal in his line of work. Rumours of him joining clubs. Rumours of issues at clubs or even just gossip of his playing. And then once you confirmed your relationship, rumours about you started to spread. But he never let those rumours get to him, at least not when they were from random people who didn’t know either one of you personally.

His day was already not going great. Another day he’s told he won’t be in the starting line up before training was over. He just wanted to go home and fall into your arms, but instead he came face to face with his ex.

“What are you doing here…?” He really didn’t need this.

“Look, I just needed to let you know about Y/n…” his ex smirks, watching the way he straightened up at your name.

“What about them? Listen if you say anything bad about them then you’ll be dealing with me. It’s been months since we broke up, leave me alone.” He sighs but his ex doesn’t give up.

“Oh I will, but first you should know that Y/n is cheating on you. You really trust people too easily. If you were still with me this wouldn’t have happen. You haven’t heard the rumours? y/n is cheating on you.” He narrows his eyes at his ex…what the hell?

He quickly walks away, slamming his car door as he replays the words. You couldn’t actually be cheating on him, could you? It’s hard for him to think about anything else. The rumours from the media, his lack of playing time and now his ex also backing claims of you cheating. Maybe…maybe you were cheating…

You’re ready to welcome him when he comes but he walks straight pass you.

“Are you cheating on me?” He blurts out.

“What?”

“You’re cheating one me, aren’t you? God, I trusted you. I should’ve listened to those rumours…even my ex came to tell me…FUCK.” He shouts, throwing his bag into the floor and glaring at you.

“Your ex? Julian…I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not cheating on you! Why would I? And you met your ex? Wha-“ you’re so confused.

“I don’t know if I can trust you…I can’t I just why? I think we should break up.” He states and you can ignore the crack in your heart.

“What…” you whisper and he grabs his keys again.

“I’m going to be out for a few hours. Please don’t be here when I come back.” Is all he says as he leaves, slamming the door shut on you.

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When he came back, he didn’t expect the empty house to make him break down. You really left. He felt his head hurt as much as his heart. What if it was a mistake? What if it was all a lie and you didn’t do anything wrong. What if he actually listened to you? What if…you never come back?

He barely leaves his house for a week, and for you it’s the same. Did he really not trust you enough? He believed his ex over you? It hurt so bad to hear his accusations. To hear how the time you’d spent together, the bond your built, broke over a untrue rumour.

You hear your phone buzz, a foreign number sending you a message.

‘Hey, it’s Julian. Can we meet please?’

And now you’re sat in a house you once both shared.

“I’m sorry.” He starts.

“I’m sorry for what I said. For believing rumours. For listening to everyone but you. For taking my frustrations on you. I know you would never do that to me…your me amazing and would never hurt me. I never want to hurt you either but I did by accusing you. Please…please forgive me….I love you so much…please.” He pleads, tears forming as he looks at you.

There’s a moment of silence before you speak.

“You hurt me…so much. I didn’t expect that from you Julian…but I love you too. I..I might need some time going to back normal with you, but if you show me that it’s worth it and can wait for me…I accept your apology.” You breathe out.

“I’ll do everything everyday to show you how much I appreciate you. I’ll never let anything get between us again.” He promises.

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This is so long and I hit writers block mid-way…

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14. Kiss on the Back - Julian Draxler

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 Hi babes! This is probably the last update of 2018 so please let me know what you think of it :) enjoy xx

Humming along to the music that was coming from your radio, you danced beneath the stream of the shower, shaking your hips back and forth on the beat of the song. It was a French song, Julian having updated his playlist with a lot of them because he thought it was an easy way to learn French. He wasn't wrong because it helped you understand the language better and it really gave the playlist some variety.

 "Are you having fun?" You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard your boyfriend's voice from behind you and you turned around in surprise. There he was, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a grin on his face, looking you up and down appreciatively as you stood naked in front of him.

 "I didn't know you were home already." You said after you calmed down a bit, stepping back under the steam to continue washing yourself and turning your back to him whilst doing so. Rummaging between all the bottles that were on the rack, you sighed in exasperation when you couldn't find yours. Julian never could decide which one he wanted to use so he kept buying all these different ones and because of that, you basically had an entire, extensive collection of shampoo bottles with different scents.

 "Yeah, training finished early today." Julian answered, shuffling around quietly behind you and you grinned when you heard the buckle of his belt hit the ground. Despite the fact that he was difficult when it came to choosing his shampoo, you loved showering with him. For some reason, he always got handsy and affectionate underneath the shower stream - even more so than usual. It often led to sex and even though you nearly always made a mess of it by knocking over something, it was one of your favourite places to fuck him.

 "Pick this one," Julian said, reaching his arm around you to pick up a shampoo bottle and hand it to you. You gladly accepted it, smiling when he wrapped his arms around you from behind and pressed a kiss to your wet hair. You tilted your head to the side, your eyes closing slowly, when he traced his lips down the familiar path of your neck, all the way down to your shoulder.

 "How was your day?" He murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of your shoulder blade before moving away as you opened your eyes and turned around to face him, gesturing for him to turn around as well so you could wash his back.

 "It was fine, nothing too extraordinary happened at work. A few nasty customers, as usual, but nothing I couldn't handle." You answered, stepping a bit closer to him and squeezing some soap on your hands, tossing the bottle to the side before carefully pressing your hands to his back and starting to scrub his back, using your nails softly in the way that you knew he liked. Julian answered with a groan and you grinned, stepping even closer to him so you could focus on what you were doing.

 "You know," Julian moaned after a bit, when your hands started wandering lower than where they should be, "I already washed myself after practise."

 "Then why did you join me?" You asked him, lifting your hands up from where they were now resting on his -in your opinion, delicious- butt cheeks to place them on his waist so you could gently guide him under the shower stream. Julian followed a bit clumsily, accidently stumbling over the shampoo bottle you had discarded to the side earlier, making you giggle softly before apologizing.

 "I couldn't help myself. Seeing my gorgeous girlfriend naked does things to me." He defended himself and you laughed again, leaning forwards to press your lips to the place in between his shoulder blades. You sputtered, however, when you felt the strong and bitter taste of shampoo in your mouth and took a step back, lifting your hand to your mouth to try and do away with the taste. Julian turned around to see what was wrong and, figuring out what must have happened, burst out laughing when you stepped from under the water stream out of misery.

"C'mere." He said, reaching out to grasp your wrist to tug you back under the water, still laughing at your miserable expression. You pouted at him, but the pout was quickly erased from your face when he cupped your face with one hand and ducked down to press his lips against yours. You felt him grimace a bit when he tasted the soap on your lips but it didn’t deter him from trying to cheer you up. His only reaction was pressing his lips harder against yours and stepping forward to press you against the wall. You shivered at how cold the tiles were but didn’t pay it any attention.

 In fact, every thought completely left your mind at the feeling of Julian's lips against yours and the only thing you were able to focus on was how Julian good it felt when he pressed you against the wall, how good his skin felt against yours and how quickly little Julian woke up.

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