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[szariahwroteit]

Girls Need Love: A Kylian Mbappè x Original Character Erotic Series.

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 18

While rainy days were often suggestive of bad omens, for Giselle and Kylian, they presented a chance to stay inside, completely lost in one another.

Giselle lay beneath Kylian on his living room sofa dressed in nothing but a hoodie of his that was sizes too big, a thong, and a stolen pair of the thickest socks she could find in Kylian’s draws, kissing as if nothing else in the world mattered.

“More,” Giselle whispered against his lips, her voice a sultry plea that rushed through Kylian. He responded by deepening the kiss, his hands roaming over her body, tracing the curves that were so familiar yet still electrifying to him. The rain pattered softly against the windows, creating a soothing backdrop to their intimate bubble.

Kylian pulled back slightly, his breath warm against her cheek. “You’re insatiable today,” he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

Giselle smirked, her fingers curling around the back of his neck as she pulled him closer again. “I always want you,” she said matter-of-factly. “And you’re going to go captain France; I'm going to miss you.”

Kylian’s expression softened, his playful demeanor momentarily replaced by something more serious. He understood the weight of the upcoming departure that they would be apart for over a week despite being in the same city.

Giselle was set to stay at Kylian’s place alone. Although she knew she would be more than comfortable in his space, she wasn't looking forward to the imminent moments of loneliness she would experience apart from him.

Kylian cupped her face in his hands, his thumb brushing lightly over her cheek. “You don’t have to miss me for too long,” he murmured, leaning in to capture her lips once more, this time with an intensity that seared into her very core. The kiss seemed to convey everything unsaid between them, a promise bound by the heat of the moment and the inevitability of distance.

Giselle melted into him, her body instinctively arching, seeking more of his warmth, more of his touch. The weight of Kylian’s body pressed down on her, and she reveled in the feeling of being completely consumed by him. With every kiss, every caress, she felt the moment stretch, the outside world fading away to a distant echo drowned out by the rain.

“Take it off,” Kylian murmured, tugging at the hem of her hoodie. She was acutely aware that she only wore a thong beneath.

Kylian's hands slid under the hoodie, his fingers brushing against Giselle's bare skin as he slowly pushed the fabric up. She lifted her arms, allowing him to remove the garment completely, leaving her exposed in nothing but the thong and socks. His eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her, his gaze trailing over her curves appreciatively.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he breathed, his voice low and husky. He leaned down, pressing kisses along her collarbone and up her neck, his hands roaming over her body possessively. Giselle gasped, her fingers gripping the back of his neck, holding her close.

Kylian's lips found hers again, the kiss deep and passionate. He settled between her legs, the heat of his body radiating against her. Giselle could feel his arousal pressing against her, even through his shorts, and she arched her hips instinctively, seeking more friction.

"So are you," she whispered against his mouth, her voice trembling with need.

Taking hold of Giselle’s wrist, Kylian pinned them above her head as his tongue delved into her mouth, exploring every inch with a fiery intensity that left her breathless. His grip on her wrists tightened a subtle dominance that sent shivers down her spine. He broke the kiss only to trail his lips along her jawline, down to the sensitive skin of her neck, where he sucked and nibbled, marking her as his own.

Giselle's breath hitched as Kylian's free hand roamed over her body, his touch igniting a fire within her. His fingers traced along her curves teasingly before finally settling between her legs. He hooked a finger under the thin fabric of her thong, pulling it aside to expose her pussy.

"You're so wet for me already," Kylian murmured approvingly, his finger slipping easily through her folds. He circled her clit with slow, deliberate strokes, building the tension within her. Giselle squirmed beneath him, her hips bucking involuntarily, seeking more of his touch.

Giselle pressed her palm against Kylian's chest, gently pushing him backward as she rose to her knees. His eyes glimmered with surprise and excitement at her assertiveness. Kylian allowed her to guide him, intrigued by this sudden shift in their dynamic. Settling back on his heels, he watched her with an intensity that made her heart race, his gaze locked onto hers.

"What do you have in mind, ma belle?" he asked, his voice low and husky. His hands rested on his thighs, fingers splayed, a picture of controlled anticipation. The rain continued to patter against the windows, the sound a soothing backdrop to their charged atmosphere.

Her lips curved into a seductive smile as she leaned in, her hands resting on his shoulders. "I want to taste you," Giselle whispered, her breath hot against his ear. She punctuated her words with a nip to his earlobe, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Kylian.

Giselle's hands slid down Kylian's chest, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his jersey. She pushed the fabric aside, revealing his toned torso, and leaned in to press a trail of kisses along his collarbone. Kylian's breath hitched, his skin tingling at the contact.

She worked her way down, her lips brushing against his abs, tracing the defined lines. Kylian's muscles twitched beneath her touch, his body responding instinctively to her exploration. When she reached the waistband of his shorts, she looked up at him through her lashes, seeking permission.

"May I?" she asked, her voice sultry as fingers hooked into the elastic, waiting for his nod before proceeding.

Kylian swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly. "Yes," he breathed, his voice barely audible.

With a triumphant smile, Giselle tugged his shorts and boxers down in one fluid motion, freeing his erection.

Kylian's eyes darkened with desire as he watched Giselle's every move, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He obeyed her command, sinking back onto the sofa, his gaze never leaving hers. The rain continued to patter softly against the windows, the sound a soothing backdrop to their intimate encounter.

Giselle knelt between his legs, her hands resting on his thighs. She leaned in, her breath hot against his skin, teasing him with her proximity. Kylian's muscles tensed, his body coiled tight with anticipation. He reached out, his fingers tangling in her hair, gently guiding her closer.

"Be messy for me," he instructed, his voice strained with need.

Giselle's lips curled into a sinister smile. "As you wish, captain,” she purred before wrapping her lips around the head of his cock and sucking hard. Kylian's hips jerked, a strangled groan escaping his throat. She took him deeper, her tongue swirling around his length, savoring the taste of him.

Kylian's eyes fluttered shut, his head falling back against the sofa as Giselle's mouth enveloped him. The sensation was overwhelming, her tongue and lips working in tandem to drive him wild. He gripped the cushions tightly, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to maintain control.

"Fuck, Giselle," he gasped, his voice strained. "Just like that, baby. Take it all."

His words encouraged her, and she obliged, relaxing her throat and taking him deeper. Kylian's hips bucked involuntarily, his length hitting the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she doubled her efforts, sucking harder, faster.

The sound of the rain intensified, the pattering against the windows mingling with Kylian's heavy breathing and the wet noises of Giselle's ministrations. The room was filled with a charged atmosphere, the air thick with desire and the scent of their arousal.

Kylian's grip on Giselle's hair tightened as he guided her movements. "That's it, ma belle," he praised, his voice husky with desire. "Take it deeper. I know you can."

Giselle moaned around his length, the vibrations sending shivers through Kylian's body. She relaxed her throat, taking him even deeper until her nose was pressed against his pelvis. Tears streamed down her face, but she didn't pull away, determined to please him.

Kylian's eyes snapped open, his gaze intense as he stared down at Giselle. He gripped her hair tighter, holding her in place as he thrust his hips forward, burying himself deeper in her throat. Giselle gagged, her eyes watering, but she didn't resist, allowing him to use her mouth as he pleased.

"Look at me," Kylian demanded, his voice rough with arousal. Giselle obeyed, gazing up at him through tear-stained lashes. The sight of her, so vulnerable and yet so willing, pushed Kylian over the edge.

With a final, powerful thrust, he spilled himself into her mouth, his release hot and thick. Giselle swallowed convulsively, struggling to keep up with the sudden flood. Some of his semen escaped, dripping down her chin and onto her bare breasts.

Kylian's chest heaved as he caught his breath, his grip on Giselle's hair loosening. He gazed down at her, a mix of satisfaction and affection in his eyes. "Come here," he murmured, tugging gently on her hair to bring her up to his lips. He kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her tongue, a primal reminder of his dominance.

Giselle melted into the kiss, her body trembling slightly as she climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Kylian's hands roamed over her back, tracing the curve of her spine before settling on her ass, parting her cheeks, and spreading her on his cock. He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against hers as he looked into her eyes.

"Ride me," he breathed, his voice still husky from his recent release.

Giselle's eyes flashed with a mixture of desire and mischief as she listened to Kylian's command. She lifted herself up, positioning herself above his stillhard length. With a slow, deliberate movement, she sank down onto him, taking him inch by inch until he was fully sheathed inside her.

"Fuck," Kylian groaned, his head falling back against the sofa as Giselle's warmth enveloped him. She began to move, her hips rolling in a sensual rhythm that had him gripping her waist tightly. “Sit all the way down; let me get deeper.��

Giselle's breath hitched as she felt Kylian's length fill her completely, his words sending a shiver down her spine. She obeyed, sinking down onto him until she could feel his pelvis pressing against hers. The sensation of being so utterly filled, so deeply connected to him, was overwhelming.

"Yes, like that," Kylian murmured, his voice low and husky. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as she began to ride him. "Look into my eyes and fuck me.”

A chill ran down Kylian’s spine as Giselle wrapped her dainty hand around his throat, looking into his eyes.

Kylian's eyes widened slightly at Giselle's sudden dominance, a wave of excitement coursing through him. This dominant side of her was one he was yet to see until now and he was enamoured by it.

Giselle's grip on Kylian's throat tightened, her nails digging into his skin as she rode him with a fierceness that took his breath away. Her hips slammed against his, the sound of skin against skin filling the room, mingling with their heavy breathing and the persistent patter of rain against the windows.

"Harder," Giselle demanded, her voice a low growl. "I want to feel you cum in me."

Kylian's eyes rolled back, his mouth falling open in a silent groan as Giselle's words and actions pushed him closer to the edge. He bucked his hips, meeting her thrusts with equal intensity, the pleasure bordering on pain. His hands slid down to her ass, gripping the soft flesh tightly as he guided her movements.

Giselle’s arms wrapped tightly around Kylian's shoulders as her orgasm hit, her arousal dripping from her and down the length of Kylian’s cock.

Kylian's breath caught in his throat as Giselle's orgasm washed over her, her walls clenching around him tightly. The sensation was overwhelming, pushing him closer to his own release. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he thrust up into her, chasing his own pleasure.

“Use me until you cum,” Giselle whispered hotly into his ear as she rode out her climax.

Within one swift motion, Kylian had Giselle on her knees, a deep arch in her back, and her head rested against the plush arm of the sofa.

Kylian positioned himself behind Giselle, his hands gripping her hips firmly as he admired the sight before him. Her body was arched beautifully, her ass lifted invitingly, and her head rested on the sofa arm, hair fanned out like a dark halo. He ran a hand possessively over the curve of her backside, squeezing the flesh appreciatively.

"You're mine," Kylian growled, his voice low and dominant as he spread her open from behind, almost cumming on the spot at the sight of her pussy, her reddened clit swollen as her entrance gaped ever so slightly.

“Fuck,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. The intensity of his voice sent shivers racing down her spine, heightening her arousal. Each thrust was deliberate and forceful, igniting a fiery passion deep within them both.

Giselle moaned, the sound a mix of pleasure and desperation. "I want to feel you everywhere," she gasped, her body arching to encourage him further. She relished the raw energy flowing between them, each movement drawing them closer to ecstasy.

Kylian responded by gripping her waist tighter, shifting the angle of his thrusts to find that sweet spot where his cock kissed against her cervix.

“Like that?” he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent tremors through her body. He increased the intensity, his thrusts becoming unrelenting as he claimed her.

“Yes, baby! Just like that!” Giselle cried out, her voice breathless and laced with pleasure. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, harmonizing with the rhythmic pattern of rain outside—a symphony of desire and intimacy.

Kylian's grip tightened as he leaned over her, his chest pressed against her back, feeling every quiver and shake of her body. He buried his face into her hair, inhaling her scent deeply as if it could ground him in the moment that felt almost otherworldly. Each thrust drove him deeper into a whirlwind of pure ecstasy.

“You’re so tight,” he rasped, the words escaping as a desperate plea. “I can’t hold back…” The edge of his arousal was roaring high, and the sensation of being enveloped by her warmth was intoxicating.

Giselle gasped, feeling his breath against her skin—a reminder of the connection they shared. “Please don't you dare hold back,” she urged, pushing back against him. “I want all of you.”

With a growl of approval, Kylian removed Giselle from the chair and lifted her into his arms, pulling her into his arms to find the nearest wall and pin her against it.

The sudden shift in position took Giselle by surprise, a shock jolting through her as Kylian pressed her back firmly against the cool wall. Their eyes locked, and the raw intensity between them ignited like a wildfire. Kylian's hands gripped her thighs, lifting her as he positioned himself at her entrance once more, his body eager and ready.

Without breaking eye contact, he sank back into her, filling her once again in one fluid motion. The wall was hard against her back, but nothing could deter the pleasure that coursed through them. Giselle let out a breathy moan, reveling in the feeling of being lifted and claimed all at once.

“Can I go all the way?” Kylian asked, his voice gruff with desire.

“Yes,” Giselle nodded eagerly, her eyes widening as he leaned into her.

Kylian's eyes flashed with a primal intensity as he took Giselle's nod as permission. With a deep, guttural groan, he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt inside her. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and a hint of pain that only served to heighten her arousal.

She knew she would feel the ghost of his touch on her body in days to come, and she wanted it all, every moment, every lingering ache that reminded her of this encounter. The connection between them deepened with each thrust, the sound of their bodies mingling with the rain outside—a symphony of intimacy wrapped in chaos and passion.

Kylian's grip on her thighs tightened as he held her against the wall, the strength of his body contrasting beautifully with her softness. He thrust deep and hard, the rhythm steady yet wild enough to send jolts of pleasure racing through her.

"That's it, ma belle," Kylian murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "Feel me. Feel everything."

Giselle's head fell back against the wall, eyes fluttering shut as she surrendered to the sensations—each thrust pulling her closer to the precipice of bliss. "Kylian," she gasped, the sound of an urgent plea as he hit that sweet spot, sending stars flashing behind her closed eyelids.

"Open your eyes," he commanded in a low growl, his thrusts unwavering. Reluctantly, she obeyed, locking eyes with him, and what she found in his gaze sent a rush of heat flooding through her—desire, possessiveness, and urgency that made her heart race.

"Yes, just like that," Kylian urged, his tone thick with lust. The energy radiating between them bound them tighter, motivating their movements as he varied the depth and speed of his thrusts, each penetrating stroke writing a story in their bodies.

Giselle felt the pressure mounting, every fiber of her being clenching in anticipation as their bodies moved in synchronicity, a perfect dance of pleasure. “I’m so close,” she gasped, her breath coming in short, desperate bursts as her body quivered against the wall.

Kylian's focus sharpened, his expression fierce and determined. “Me too," he admitted breathlessly, quickening his pace. The power and urgency of his thrusts amplified the delight coursing through her.

“Let go, Giselle," he urged, his voice low and seductive. "Let it take you.”

With that, as if the gate of her pleasure was flung wide open, Giselle surrendered completely. Waves of ecstasy crashed over her, pulling her under, and as she reached her peak, she cried out his name, a beautiful melody of longing and fulfillment.

Feeling her walls tightening around him, the sight and sound of her pleasure unlocked Kylian's release. With a strangled shout, he thrust one final time, pouring himself into her, a primal instinct driving him as their bodies molded together in a shared bliss that echoed against the otherwise quiet backdrop of the rain.

They both collapsed against the wall, breathless and spent, Kylian's arms wrapped securely around her as he held her close, ensuring she felt every whispered heartbeat against her chest.

Tension and softness intertwined, and in that drenched moment, they knew they were not just lovers but entangled souls wrapped within the intimacy of that rainy day—a memory that would linger, warming the lonely days ahead.

Wordlessly, Kylian took Giselle from the living room, maneuvering through the lower level of his house to the staircase so he could take her upstairs to his bedroom.

The moments following their passionate encounter in Kylian’s living room were soft and gentle in comparison.

Kylian lay with his head on the plush pillow, softly pulling Giselle against him, her back nestled against his chest. The rain continued to drum a soothing rhythm against the windows, wrapping the world outside in a cocoon of sound that made their intimate space feel even more secluded.

“Are you okay?” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. The tenderness in his voice made her heart swell.

Giselle smiled, her eyes glimmering with satisfaction and something deeper. “Better than okay,” she replied, turning her head slightly to catch his gaze. “Kiss me…” she whispered, her voice husky and inviting, making it unmistakably clear what she wanted.

Kylian’s lips curved into a smile as he leaned in, capturing her mouth with his in a soft, lingering kis.

“Can we stay like this for a while?” Giselle asked, her fingers curling around his, needing the connection.

“Of course,” Kylian replied, his voice warm and reassuring. He shifted slightly, making sure she was comfortably nestled against him, their bodies fitting together perfectly like pieces of a puzzle. The hazy light filtering through the clouds created a cozy atmosphere, as if time had slowed to allow them to bask in the afterglow of their shared intimacy.

“However, Melissa called and invited us to join her and the children for dinner,” he told her, the playful glint returning to his eyes. “Isabella has been asking for you.”

Giselle chuckled softly, a lightness returning to her heart at the mention of Kylian’s five-year-old niece. “I’d love to, I had so much fun with her and Isayah the last time we were together.”

“Then it’s settled; dinner with Melissa and the kids it is,” Kylian said, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. “But first…” He leaned down to plant soft, lingering kisses along her neck, savoring the taste of her skin. Giselle giggled, her body tingling in response to his affection.

Giselle was captivated by Kylian, his touch igniting a warmth within her that spread through every inch of her body. She leaned into his kisses, her own hands exploring the contours of his strong arms and broad chest, relishing the feeling of their bodies melded together in a soft embrace.

A few hours later, Giselle's eyes fluttered open as she smoothed her hand over Kylian's back, who lay on top of her, stirring from a slumber she didn't recall falling into.

The rain outside had stopped, but the sky remained grey and gloomy, casting a dim light throughout Kylian's bedroom.

As Giselle looked at him, she couldn't help but smile, feeling an overwhelming sense of comfort and safety wrapped in his arms. The warmth of their previous encounter still lingered, a delicious memory anchored in her mind. She brushed her fingers over Kylian's hair, admiring the way the light played off his features.

"Hey," she whispered, her voice soft, as she watched him stir awake.

Kylian blinked sleepily, a lazy smile creeping across his face as he shifted, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at her. “What time is it?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep.

She glanced at the bedside clock. “It’s almost five. We should probably get ready to head over to Melissa's soon.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, clearly not keen on moving just yet. Instead, he leaned down and captured her lips in a lazy kiss, the kind that spoke of slow, feverish intimacy rather than urgency.

Giselle melted into him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she deepened the kiss, savoring the electric connection that always sprang to life between them. Kylian's hands roamed her sides, fingers slipping beneath the hem of his shirt, brushing against her skin—a delightful sensation that sent shivers down her spine.

“Shower with me,” Kylian suggested, his voice a low murmur.

Giselle's eyes sparkled with mischief at Kylian's suggestion. "Carry me,” she smirked.

Kylian grinned mischievously, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "With pleasure," he replied, his voice a low rumble. In one swift motion, he scooped Giselle up into his arms, holding her close against his chest as he stood from the bed.

She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck for support as he carried her towards the ensuite bathroom. The cool air against her skin sent a shiver down her spine, but Kylian's warmth quickly chased it away.

He kicked the bathroom door shut behind them and set Giselle down gently on the marble countertop. The spacious bathroom was adorned with sleek, modern fixtures and a large, walkin shower with multiple rainfall showerheads.

Kylian turned to start the shower, adjusting the temperature until steam began to fill the room. He then turned back to Giselle, his gaze heated as he took in the sight of her sitting there in his shirt, her hair tousled from their earlier activities.

"Come here," he murmured, holding out his hand to her.

Giselle's heart raced as she placed her hand in Kylian's, allowing him to pull her off the counter and into his arms once more. The steam from the shower enveloped them, making her skin prickle with anticipation.

Kylian's hands roamed over her body, slipping beneath the hem of his shirt that she wore. His touch was electric, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her veins. He lifted the shirt slowly, revealing her bare skin inch by inch, before pulling it completely off and tossing it aside.

His eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her, completely bare before him. Without a word, he scooped her up again and stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over their bodies.

A few hours later, Giselle and Kylian found themselves sitting in the living room of Melissa’s bustling home as Isabella and Isayah played on the floor. The atmosphere was warm and inviting, filled with laughter and the delightful aroma of homemade pasta wafting in from the kitchen. Melissa, comfortable in her maternal role, moved gracefully between the kitchen and living room, ensuring everyone had what they needed.

Giselle watched Kylian as he interacted with the children, a bright smile spreading across her face. He had a natural way with them, his playful spirit shining through as he lifted Isabella, who squealed with delight, spinning her around and making her giggle uncontrollably. Isayah joined in, trying to imitate his uncle, and soon there was a whirlwind of giggles and lighthearted chaos.

The familial scene tugged at Giselle's heartstrings, making her grateful she could share these moments with Kylian. She felt a warmth growing within her as she imagined their future—perhaps a family of their own someday, echoing with laughter and love.

Lost in her thoughts, she barely noticed when Kylian plopped down beside her on the sofa, an amused grin on his face as he caught her gaze. “What are you thinking about?” he asked, nudging her playfully with his shoulder.

“Just how amazing you are with them,” she replied, leaning into him slightly.

“They are my favorite people in the world, I feel like I can be completely myself around them,” he said, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity.

Giselle smiled, taking the moment to admire the affection. “Do you think they understand their uncle is thee Kylian Mbappé?” she asked, a playful sparkle in her eyes.

Kylian chuckled, shaking his head. “To them, I’m just Uncle Kylian. They see the football player who comes to visit, but all they really want is to play and have fun.”

“That’s sweet,” Giselle said, the warmth bubbling in her chest at the genuine affection Kylian had for the children. “You’re a great uncle.”

“Thanks,” he replied, brushing his fingers through his hair. “I just want them to have a good life and feel loved.”

“I’m sure they do,” Giselle replied, her voice soft and sincere. She could see how much Kylian cared—not just for Isabella and Isayah but for everyone who mattered in his life. This was the man behind all the mystique and headlines.

“Come with me,” Kylian murmured into her ear, taking Giselle's hand into his so he could pull her from her seat and out of the living room.

Leading Giselle into the vacant kitchen, he pulled her body closer to his, away from the laughter and chaos of the living room. The warmth of the kitchen enveloped them, with the rich aroma of garlic and herbs wafting through the air, drawing them into a cocoon of intimacy.

“What are we doing?” Giselle asked with a playful lilt in her voice, a smile dancing across her lips as she watched Kylian’s expression shift from playful to serious.

“You’ll see,” he replied cryptically, his eyes glinting with mischief. He pulled her closer until their bodies were nearly flush against each other, the heat radiating from his skin igniting a familiar spark between them.

Kylian leaned down, brushing his lips against her neck, the warmth of his breath causing her to shudder slightly. “I just wanted a moment with you alone,” he murmured, his voice low and inviting. The way he looked at her, filled with desire and a hint of vulnerability, made her heart thump wildly in her chest.

Giselle tilted her head back, giving him more access to her neck as she sighed in contentment. “I loved spending a lazy day with you… but this is nice too.” Her fingers found their way to his neck, as she pulled him closer, their mouths almost touching.

“So, you enjoyed escapade this morning?” he teased, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

Giselle laughed lightly, feeling a heat rise to her cheeks. “You know I did, but let’s not talk about that right now,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper as Kylian’s lips ghosted over her collarbone.

“Why not?” he teased, his breath sending shivers down her spine. “I quite like remembering the way your body responded to me.”

The memory of their earlier passion flickered through her mind, and she felt her skin flush at the recollection of his hands roaming her body, the intensity of their connection. “You’re going to get us in trouble,” she murmured, biting her lip as a truth settled in her chest.

Kylian chuckled softly, leaning in to place a playful kiss to her lips. “Relax,” he whispered against her mouth.

Melissa watched Kylian and Giselle from afar as she set the dining table. As someone who had known him well before he became who he was to the world, she had seen him in relationships, met his flings and gave advice where needed. But there was something about Giselle that felt different.

Kylian wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her body flush against his as he leaned back against the kitchen counter, bowing his head to whisper something into Giselle’s ear that made her giggle.

Their body language spoke volumes; Giselle looked at Kylian as if he had all the universe's secrets, and he held her as if she did.

Melissa looked away, shaking her head in amusement as Kylian's hands slipped to Giselle’s backside, and he squeezed gently, teasing her with playful intimacy.

“Kylian, stop,” Giselle giggled, removing his hands from her only to have them return to her butt seconds later as he disregarded her protests. The playful dance between them was like a magnet that drew Melissa's gaze back, held captive by the vibrant energy. It was more than flirtation—it was an unspoken connection, a harmony that seemed to resonate in the air around them.

As Melissa finished setting the table, she couldn’t help but steal another glance. Kylian's playful demeanor had always been charming, but with Giselle, it seemed to blossom, fueled by a chemistry that was palpable even from a distance. She watched as he leaned in closer, brushing his lips against her neck, the gesture intimate yet casual.

It was clear as day to Melissa the potential between them. Whatever facade Kylian maintained in public, with Giselle he was wholly and unapologetically himself. The laughter, the banter, the possessive glances—they were all pieces of something deeper forming between them, a bond that resonated beyond the superficiality of celebrity life.

“Dinner’s ready!” Melissa called out, breaking the spell and beckoning the two into the dining area. Kylian reluctantly pulled away from Giselle, a playful pout on his lips as he threw her a teasing wink. She returned the gesture with a playful smirk, their unspoken connection still sparking between them as they joined everyone at the table.

The dinner was filled with joyous chatter, laughter, and the clinking of cutlery against plates—the warmth of family wrapping around them like a soft blanket. Giselle took great delight in watching Kylian engage with Isabella and Isayah, his carefree nature shining as he shared stories and made silly faces, igniting their giggles.

As Giselle watched Kylian interact with his niece and nephew, she couldn't help but reflect on their very first conversation. During that initial talk, she expressed her disbelief in love—a sentiment she never anticipated would lead her to such a place of warmth and emotion. A place where the idea of love was something she had opened her heart to.

[spidybaby]

Leaked

Summary: A few leaked pictures revealed the truth about your relationship.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of cheating, gaslight.

Part Two

"One pic." You smile at him, eyes begging. "Just one, c'mon."

You try to take the polaroid of him, but his hand brings the camera down.

"Kylian!" You pout. "It's for me. I won't show it." You smile. "I wanted a picture of you with the beautiful sunset." You say, hugging him and bumping his nose with yours.

He shakes his head, smiling at you.

You love him very much, even tho sometimes you feel like being secretive about your relationship was a big burden.

He tries his best to make you feel loved and to let you know that no matter what, you are important to him.

"It's so pretty." You say, admiring it.

"Pretty like you, mon amour." He says, smiling at you.

You blush at his comment. You love compliments, especially if they came from him. Even better.

"Want to go back to the house?" He asks, taking his key out of his pocket. "Want to see my driving abilities?"

"No, sir. I would love to make it to dinner." You laugh. "Can I drive?"

"Maybe later." He smiles.

You two walk closer to his car, he opens it, giving the key to his chauffeur. He opens the door for you.

You grab a bottle of water from the small cooler the car has. You love Madrid, but the weather not so much.

It was hot as hell, even if Kylian says he loves it because he gets to see you in more sexy clothes, you just can't agree.

"I feel sticky." You joke with him. He places his cheek on top of your shoulder. Moving it up and down. "Iugh, Kylian!" You laugh.

"Now I'm sticky too." He laughs with you. "And I smell like paradise." He sniffs the air.

You roll your eyes at him. Placing your hand on his cheek and moving your head to give him a kiss con his forehead.

"Want me to make dinner?" You ask.

He nods, he loves your cooking. It was something he always asked you to perform. "I'll miss you when you are back in Paris." He pouts.

"Me too, baby." You copy his pout. "I can be here for your first Champions League match." You smile at him.

"I'll get you the ticket as soon as we get home."

That's the easy part, you mention something and he get it for you.

Do you like the new Van Cleef bracelet? Okay, it's being delivered to your door in the next few hours.

> But Kylian, it's over 11k euros <

It doesn't matter, that's pocket change for him.

Did you retweet something about a Kelly bag? Done, it's yours.

You loved that. It was amazing how he would spend anything just to see you happy. The best part was that he never expected anything in exchange.

He did it by heart. Even when you tell him that it was too much, that it was just a tweet, it was just a like on a insta post. It was just a comment about his new bracelet.

He didn't care, he would get it for you.

You sometimes wished that he could do that with his time. It was the downside, a weekend, and then back to Paris. A game and back home.

You loved that he got you vip tickets. You loved the first-class airplane tickets. You loved that he would look for you at the stadium.

You didn't love the rumors about him and other girls. Influencers who wore his jersey were making headlines about a possible romance.

He always reassures you. It's all a lie. You trust him. Plus, he was with you.

"Can you pass me the pijama that's on my closet? Please." He asks, seating in bed after eating.

You nod, walking to the closet. You turn the lights on, being greeted by a big white bag with golden letters.

"Seriously?" You ask him, walking with the bag in hands.

He looks at you smiling. "It's nothing." He chuckles.

"This is a lot." You whisper. "You just gave me one when we were in Paris." You remind him.

"But this is a tote. You can take it with you to class, or if you want to go out and take a lot of things." He smiles. You take the box out of the bag, open it, and take the bag out. "Don't you like it?"

You nod. "Thank you." You say walking over to him, kissing him.

"Do you like the orange one or the white one?" You ask him.

"We are using the white one, but that orange one is gorgeous on you." He takes the white one away from your hands carefully.

He throws the jersey on the bed, taking the orange one. He asked you to lift your hands, dressing you with his jersey.

"You look amazing." He smiles, grabbing your waist and kissing your lips. "My gorgeous queen."

You turn to the mirror, his hands on your waist, his face on the crock of your neck. You smile at his reflection.

"If I score, it would be for you." He says.

You blush at his comments, you love the way your cheeks heat up for him. It was something so normal yet so personal.

"Are we doing something after the game?" You ask, hopeful that he would say yes.

"My family is at home." He says, separating from you. "And I have a recovery sesion very early tomorrow."

"Oh." You mumble. "It's okay, I get that you are busy."

He nods, kissing your cheek. "The driver I hired for you is downstairs, just call him when you are ready to leave. He'll also wait for you to take you back here after the game and then to the airport." He instructed.

"Wait, I'm leaving today?" You ask, confused.

You understand that he would be busy with recovery, having his family who you don't know at home, and even being tired after the game.

But when he booked you the ticket, he asked you to bring clothes for more than just a night. So you did, you have a suitcase with different types of outfits.

"Yes, mom wants me to spend some time with them. Sorry." You just nod, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. "Wish me luck." He smiles.

"You don't need it, Kyks." You smile back. "Go, it's going to be late for you." You say, grabbing his cheeks and kissing his lips quickly.

You see how he leaves the room, leaving an empty feeling behind. It was starting to feel like a pattern.

You brush the thoughts out of your mind. Waiting for the right time to leave. He sent you over the contact of the driver.

You feel weird. It's been a good time since you two became a thing. Sure, he never asked you to formalize anything, but you thought that maybe by now you won the meet the parents prize.

He always talks about them, how he loves spending time with his little brother. He talks about his niece and nephew.

You hear him ramble about them, their little adventures. How much he loves them. And you are happy with that. You love hearing those stories.

You just feel that after a year and a half, you were meeting with them at some point.

You aren't going to ask him. If he wanted, he was going to invite you to meet them. It didn't have to be forced by you.

You retouch your hair and a little bit of your makeup, texting the driver that you were ready to go.

The stadium felt so alive, it was the teams' first champions league game. The vibe was high and the feelings were too.

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The game was good, it was crazy how the second half was so different from the first one. Kylian scoring just seconds after it started was unreal.

You texted him that you were back in the hotel, picking your things to leave to the airport. You thank him for inviting you to the game and asked him to text you when he was free.

> it's like being a ghost <

You remember the words of your friend. She was the only person who knew about him and you.

You shake those things out of your head. He was busy and wanted to spend some time with his family. They lived in Paris and he barely even see them.

You can always come back.

You take a quick shower, taking the sweat away. You need to be fresh and clean for the flight and also because as soon as you land, you want to go home and sleep.

You pack the things you took out, making sure you won't forget anything. He texted you back, wishing you a safe flight and to text thing when you are home.

The driver took you to the airport, kylian texted you the plane ticket right after he left the hotel room.

You call your friend to ask her to pick you up from the airport. You already know what she's going yo say.

"Hey, how's Madrid?" She asks, happy to hear you.

"I'm actually waiting for my flight to Paris." You say, trying to act as if you planned it. "I have to be on an important meeting, and I have to cut short this trip."

"What?" She says. "Your boss doesn't have another employee to bother?"

"He does, but I have the documents, and he felt like having a meeting." You lie. "Kylian was very understanding tho."

"That's sad. Do you need me to pick you up?"

"Can you?" You ask, tired. "If not, I can order an Uber."

"Nono, text me the ticket info so I can pick you up." She says. "See you."

You say your goodbyes to her, hanging up the call and texting her what she asked. You waited a good hour before your flight took you back home.

"Do you want to try paella?" Kylian asks you.

He kisses your shoulder, he scoops water from the pool into his hands, and wet your head. You laugh, shaking your head.

"Is it good?" You ask, turning to him.

You hug him, bringing him as close as possible to yourself. His warmth combined with the water of the pool and the salty air is making you feel in paradise.

"It's so good." He smiles.

He presses his hands on your cheeks, smiling at how cute you look with your hair all natural, you blushy cheeks that are colored by the sun.

"You will love it." He says, kissing your cheek. "I know an amazing place, I can order it and we can eat it here while drinking something nice.

You frown lightly. "Isn't it more comfortable if we eat there?"

"Don't get me wrong, it is." He sighs. "But I don't want people to ruin our night."

You understood that people know him very well. So, for him, it was easier to order the food, order the things, or ask his chef to make it.

"Okay!" You smile, pecking him. "Order it now so we don't stress or go hungry later." You push him lightly, swimming away while you smirk at him.

You two enjoy the rest of the evening on the private pool you have. It was so fun getting to travel with him to where the games are taking place.

"Do you think you are winning this game?"

"I think we have a chance." He says, passing you the towel as you two exit the bathroom after a shower. "Don't you?"

"Don't get me wrong, but this team is really strong, I'm surprised."

"They are." He laughs. "But they don't have me on their team." He smiles cocky.

You laugh at his cocky self. You find funny and kind of cute that he is, he really believe in himself and trust his instincts.

You change as he orders some drinks from the bar of the hotel. You get your hair ready even if you were just staying in the room with him.

"I order you a piña colada pie." He smiles, hugging your waist. "Love your pajamas." He chuckles.

"I know, they match yours." You laugh, hip bumping his. "They have cute fish on it."

"The food would be here in a few, I think it would be a competition between the food and our drinks."

"Do you want me to pick it up from the lobby?" You ask, applying your cream.

"I'll ask my bodyguard. Don't worry, amour." He says, texting his bodyguard. "That cream smells amazing." He sniffs you from afar.

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"I'm tired." You yawn.

You rest your head on his chest, the sound of his heart is calming you even more.

"Sleep, mon amour." He whispers, hands caressing your back and your arm. "We can sleep until late tomorrow."

"That sounds amazing." You whisper back, eyes shutting off.

You feel his heart and his hands on your body. Relaxing you enough to fall asleep.

The only thing that takes you out of your relaxed state is the vibration of your phone. You open your eyes, searching for your phone.

You kick it with your hand, making it fall from the bed. You groan, letting the phone vibrate while you throw the blanket over your head.

"Ky, can you turn the ac off?" You ask, morning voice very evident. "Ky?"

You take the blanket off of you, turning your head to his side, he wasn't there.

"Ky, are you in the bathroom?" You ask, a little louder.

You shrug, not giving it mind. He sometimes has an early meeting before a match. It was a common thing.

You were about to fall back to sleep when your phone started vibrating again. You groan, stretching to pick it up from the floor, it was your friend.

"Good morning sunshine." You joke with her.

"Check my message." She says, stern tone.

You frown, putting her on speaker and opening your messages. "Are you okay?" You say while searching her message.

"I am, I just want to make sure you will be." She says as her tone stays the same.

"What?" You noticed she was texting you very early. Without success to get an answer from you. "What is this?"

You click on the link she sent you, the wifi from the hotel making it very hard.

"Girl, it's not loading." You say.

"Then try again, fuck!." She nervously say.

After a few tries, the page finally opened. You feel your heart sink.

Leaked pictures?

Leaked video?

Who was this girl who people now say is his girlfriend?

"Y/n?" Your friend calls you. "Are you still there?"

You don't answer, scrolling down to search the pictures. The page doesn't really show them.

"I'll call you back." You say, voice cracking. "Just give me a minute." You hang up the call.

You open X to search for the info you want. His name is a trending topic on X. Different variations of it. The name of the girl is also trending.

You press with shaky fingers on his last name.

The first thing you see is a collage of the "leaked" material. A compilation of very risky and sexy Polaroids.

The video, but not one, two.

Even when she has dark hair on the pictures and videos, she is the girl from the article. It was obvious.

One is this girl filming herself adjusting her clothes, she smiles at the camera and shows her middle finger, she then rotates the camera showing kylian sitting on a chair he has on his room in Madrid.

You know that chair, you helped him pick it up when he moved.

The other video is him filming, the girl now has a red lingerie set, you can't really see her face but you know the hands are his.

He was putting her in handcuffs, her hands on her back as he maneuvered to click the cuffs with only one hand.

What's sticking in the video is the gold bracelet you know he has. That because you were the one who give it to him.

She has pictures with his family, with his nephew and niece, and with Ethan. She has a picture with his mom and dad.

You can't help but cry, feeling sick. You let the phone fall back onto the floor. You sob the hurt your heart is feeling.

You don't know how much time you spend in the same position, crying. You heard the door opening. Making you shiver.

He closes the door slowly. Maybe he thinks you are still sleeping. He walks slowly to the doors that reveal the bed area.

He finds your eyes looking at him. The tears in your eyes, your wet cheeks. You take your sight away.

There's no point in lying.

You want to ask him, want to confront him, but you don't even know what to say, what to ask.

He sits back on the bed, he's silent.

The room would be dead silent if it weren't for your sobs. You have your head in your hands as you cry.

You get up, walking towards the bathroom. You slam the door. You keep crying there. You don't want to be in the same room as him.

You wash your face and brush your teeth. You try to get it together, even when you look like shit. Even with puffy eyes and a red face from crying.

You open the door, walking towards your things. You start packing your things. He's just looking at you.

"How long?" You turn to see him. "How long were you pretending to have me like this?" You ask him.

He doesn't answer. He only hang his head low.

"We were together for a year and eight months, Kylian." You sob. You try to calm yourself, taking a deep breath. "And I know, you never asked me to be anything, but I thought that after all the time we were together, you somehow cared about me."

"I do." He finally answer. "I care about you."

You shake your head, not believing his audacity. "You call this." You point at him and then back at you several times. "Caring?"

He shrugs. "She doesn't mean what you mean to me."

You laugh. He shivers at how your laugh sounds so different from your usual one.

"You can tell yourself that I mean a lot, but you introduce her to your family, you take her to your family trip, she knows the kids of your brother." You start to point all the things he did with her. "I don't even know your friend Tchaga." You whisper.

You feel humiliated, how you really thought that you matter for him. How you told yourself time after time that he didn't introduced you to his family because he wasn't ready.

"I feel so stupid." You whisper, trying not to cry. "I thought you loved me." You sob. "Cause I do, I love you."

He gets up from bed, walking over to you, but you shake your head no, taking a few steps back.

"I love you." He says. "I really do."

"I don't believe you, Kylian." You shake your head. You can't even look at him for longer than ten seconds.

"I hide our relationship because it was nobody's business." He explains.

His excuses felt like knives on the heart.

"Does she have any humor?" You ask, making him frown from how random was your question. "Does she laugh at your jokes? Can she look past the rumors? Does she know how it goes?" You keep asking him.

He doesn't even have time to process the questions you asked before you start questioning him again.

'Did you ever feel bad while you were doing what you did?" You question him. "Did you ever think of me while you were with her? Did you ever cared that I was in Paris, waiting for you?" Your eyes fill with tears. You try to blink them away. "I am in love with you."

"I'm in love with you too." He whines. "You need to believe me."

He tries to get closer once again. You walk away from him. Grabbing a change of clothes as your lock yourself inside the bathroom.

You quickly change off of your pajamas, not wanting to spend any more time with him. You were going to accept that he did what he did and that you can't change the fact that he lied to you.

When you exit the bathroom, he stands up from the bed. "We can fix this, please." He begs. "Don't do this to me."

You scuff. You push him away from you as you grab your shoes and put them on. You throw the pajama inside your luggage.

"If I ask you something, can you at least be honest?"

He nods, the glossy shine from his eyes almost making him look innocent.

"Was she worth losing me?"

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NSFW Alphabet

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Reader

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Word Count: 2.6K

Warning: Smut! (Minors DNI)

Author’s note: little request, hope you like it anon 🩷 also, Kylian deserves it after his gorgeous goal 😌

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Kylian loves to talk after sex, his voice low and soothing as he murmurs sweet nothings about how much you mean to him, often punctuated by soft kisses along your shoulder and jawline. He is always on a euphoric high right after. He becomes incredibly affectionate, showering you with endless compliments about how perfect you are and how much he loves you. His words range from lighthearted teases — "You’re going to ruin me, you know that?” — to sweet whispers like, "You’re everything to me." After making sure you’re cleaned up and cozy, he pulls you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you, and buries his face in your neck.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Kylian is utterly captivated by your body. It’s not just about physical attraction — it’s the way your body feels like home to him. While he adores every inch of you, if he had to choose a favorite, it would undoubtedly be your breasts. He’s absolutely obsessed, whether he’s touching them, kissing them, or simply lying with his head resting on them after a long day. He loves waking up with his hand cupping one of them, a habit he doesn’t even realize he has, and you find it endearing. He often jokes, “It’s instinct at this point,” but you both know there’s no place he’d rather be than as close to you as possible.

As for himself, he takes pride in his arms. He knows how much you love them, from the way you trace their muscles with your fingertips to how you cling to them when he holds you. He loves their strength, not just because they allow him to lift and pin you effortlessly but because they let him hold you securely, making you feel safe. The fact that you’re just as obsessed with his arms as he is only makes him love them more.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Kylian is torn when it comes to where he prefers to finish. Seeing his release dripping from your tits drives him absolutely wild — it’s a sight that lingers in his mind for days and never fails to make him hard all over again. On the other hand, the intimacy of finishing inside you is an entirely different kind of addiction. The way your warmth envelops him is almost overwhelming, and nothing compares to watching his release spill out of you.

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Though he is intensely private, especially about your relationship, there’s a part of him that secretly gets a thrill from the idea of being caught in the act — or at least from the thought of someone overhearing how thoroughly he adores you. It’s not about exhibitionism; it’s more about the excitement of a shared secret. He loves the risk of sneaking off during a party for a heated moment in a quiet corner or the thrill of pressing you against a window where the world outside feels just within reach. Of course, he’s careful not to take it too far, he’s far too protective of you to ever let things get out of control, but that forbidden edge adds an extra layer of excitement that he can’t resist.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Kylian is no stranger to intimacy. In his younger, carefree days, he had his fair share of experiences. While he never lacked confidence in the bedroom, it wasn’t until you that he truly understood the depth of connection that could exist between two people. His past experiences gave him the skills to please you, but it’s the love and care he brings to every moment that makes your intimacy so extraordinary. Kylian is attentive and attuned to your needs, always ensuring that you feel loved, desired, and cherished. He has a way of making you feel like you’re the only person in the world.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Kylian loves to experiment, always open to trying new things depending on the mood, but his go-to favorite will always be missionary. If anyone thinks it’s boring, Kylian would prove them wrong in seconds. He’s mastered the art of making it intimate, passionate, and anything but ordinary. The position allows him to be close to you, his body pressed against yours, letting him focus on every little reaction you have. He loves watching your face, reading every scrunch of your nose, every gasp, and every flutter of your eyelids as he moves. The access to your breasts is another bonus for him — he loves touching and kissing them without losing the rhythm. Meanwhile, you have easy access to his shoulders, gripping them as he works his magic, making it a win-win for both of you. Missionary, in Kylian’s hands, is an art form.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous, etc.)

During sex, he is typically serious and focused. He’s entirely tuned into you, making sure you’re satisfied, comfortable, and taken care of. He’s not one to crack jokes when he’s making love to you, he considers the moment sacred. However, the second you’re both done and lying in each other’s arms, the goofiness comes back in full swing. He’ll casually crack jokes about the intensity of what just happened or tease you in a lighthearted way, making you laugh as if he hadn’t just given you the best orgasm of your life.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Kylian is meticulous about grooming. He keeps himself clean and well-maintained, but he doesn’t go overboard. His natural hair is sparse, making upkeep effortless, and he always ensures he’s fresh for you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

For Kylian, intimacy is everything. Sex with you isn’t just physical — it’s an extension of the deep love and connection you share. Every touch, every kiss, and every movement is filled with meaning. He looks at you like you’re his entire world, and he makes sure you feel that way every step of the way as well. He hasn’t experienced love this intense before, and it’s reflected in how deeply he treasures every moment with you. The way he whispers, “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” as he holds you close, or how his hands caress you with unmatched tenderness, makes it clear that for him, your bond transcends anything he’s ever known.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When you’re apart, he isn’t shy about taking matters into his own hands. While he obviously prefers the real thing, being with you, touching you, feeling you, he doesn’t hold back from satisfying himself when the distance gets too much. He often thinks about your time together, replaying his favorite memories in his head. He’s quick to admit that it’s you and only you who can get him going, even when you’re not physically there.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Kylian has a major praise kink. He thrives on your words, living for the way you tell him how much you love him, how good he is, and how incredible he makes you feel. Your moans and vocalizations are like music to his ears, and he encourages you to be as loud as you want. Beyond that, he has a slight edging kink. He loves teasing you, watching you squirm as he brings you right to the edge before pulling back. Seeing you so close to falling apart and begging for release drives him crazy, and when he finally lets you reach your peak, the satisfaction is unmatched.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Kylian is open to trying new places — bedroom, kitchen, shower, couch, pool, car, floor — you name it. He enjoys the thrill of spontaneity and mixing things up, but his favorite will always be your shared bedroom. There’s something about the intimacy of your own space that he treasures. The freedom, the privacy, and the familiarity make it his top choice, and he loves the way the room becomes your little world, where nothing else matters except the two of you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

It doesn’t take much to get Kylian going. You don’t even have to try, he’s so deeply into you that the simplest things, like the way you smile or the way you move, are enough to ignite his desire. That said, when you’re being a little bratty or sporting an attitude, it drives him wild. He gets this immediate urge to make you lose that composure entirely. You know this all too well and often use it to your advantage when you’re in the mood to spice things up. Your playful defiance always gets an immediate reaction from him, even if he doesn’t realize you’re doing it on purpose most of the time.

N = NO (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

His main priority is your comfort and happiness. Anything that makes you even the slightest bit uneasy is an immediate no for him. Whether it’s a position you’re not a fan of, a pace that doesn’t feel right, or even a word that doesn’t sit well with you, he picks up on it instantly and stops. His goal is always to ensure your experience is as incredible and enjoyable as possible, and nothing is more important to him than that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Kylian absolutely loves giving. Going down on you is one of his favorite things, and he takes immense pride in knowing exactly how to make you feel good. He loves the way you taste, the way your thighs quiver around his head, and the way you fall apart under his tongue. Watching you lose control gives him a sense of satisfaction like no other, and it’s rare for him to let a session go by without starting things off by going down on you. On the flip side, he also loves receiving. The sight of your lips wrapped around him and the way your eyes meet his in those moments is enough to send shivers down his spine.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

Kylian usually lets you control the pace, seamlessly attuned to your needs without needing verbal cues. Whether it's slow, tender lovemaking or a fiery, passionate encounter, he thrives on reading your body and tailoring his movements to elicit maximum pleasure. On days when the mood calls for intimacy, his deliberate, sensual pace ensures every moment feels deeply connected. On more spontaneous, heated occasions, he can be fast and intense, driven by raw passion, always striking the perfect balance.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

While Kylian prefers to take his time with you, quickies can still be thrilling for him. He enjoys the excitement of fitting passion into a tight moment, especially when the tension between you two has been building all day. However, quickies are more of an occasional indulgence; he enjoys the full experience of worshiping your body and taking his time to explore every inch of you. For him, quickies are like a decadent snack — satisfying in the moment, but not as fulfilling as the full course.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

He is definitely up for experimenting and taking risks, provided it’s something you’re comfortable with. He enjoys the thrill of sneaky, adventurous encounters, like slipping his hand beneath your skirt during a dinner or stealing a moment of passion in a semi-public setting. He finds the idea of getting caught tantalizing but always ensures that you feel safe and excited rather than pressured. His playful daring keeps things exciting, but your comfort and consent are always his top priority.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Being a top-tier athlete, Kylian’s stamina is nothing short of exceptional. He can go for multiple rounds without breaking a sweat and recovers quickly, often ready before you’ve even caught your breath. His physical endurance is matched only by his emotional investment — he’s not satisfied until he knows you’re completely spent and utterly satisfied.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Kylian doesn’t personally own toys but is open to incorporating the ones you have into your intimate moments if it excites you. He enjoys exploring new sensations and experiences with you but tends to rely on his own body, his hands, mouth, and the rest of him, to bring you pleasure. For him, it’s about the connection and the intimacy of knowing his touch alone is enough to drive you wild.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease?)

Teasing is practically second nature for Kylian, and he relishes every moment of it. From lingering touches to whispered innuendos, he thrives on building anticipation and leaving you flustered. He’s especially fond of teasing in public, loving the sight of you struggling to maintain composure. His teasing isn’t just playful; it’s deliberate, designed to heighten your desire until you’re practically begging for him to finish what he started.

V = Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

Kylian isn’t overly loud but is always vocal enough for you to know exactly how good he feels. His deep, breathy groans and the occasional whispered expletive in French send shivers down your spine. He’s particularly fond of groaning near your ear, knowing how much it drives you crazy. His voice, heavy with desire, is a sound you’ve come to crave just as much as his touch.

W = Wild card (A random headcanon for the character)

He has a thing for you riding his thigh. It’s a unique source of pleasure for both of you and something he secretly adores. Watching you lose yourself as you grind against him drives him wild, and he often wears shorts around the house just to give you easy access. It’s a quick yet intensely satisfying way for you to connect, and he loves the power he holds in making you come undone without even entering you.

X = X-ray (What’s going on under those clothes?)

Kylian’s physique is a work of art, and that extends below the belt. He’s perfectly proportioned, impressive without being intimidating, and knows how to use every inch to make you see stars. It’s not just about size for him; it’s the way he knows your body so well that each thrust feels perfectly calibrated to your pleasure.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Kylian’s sex drive is exceptionally high, though it’s always rooted in his love and attraction for you. If it were up to him, you’d never go more than a day without having sex. His desire for you isn’t purely physical; it’s driven by his deep admiration for you, your connection, and the way you make him feel. To him, you’re irresistible, and he’ll take every chance to show you just how much he wants you.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward?)

Kylian doesn’t fall asleep right away, no matter how exhausted he might be. He loves the post-sex glow, holding you close, running his fingers through your hair, and whispering sweet nothings. He often uses this time to tell you how incredible you are and recount all the little things he loved about your time together. Only once he’s sure you’re comfortable and feeling loved will he allow himself to drift off, always with his arms wrapped securely around you.

[a-moment-captured]

Sir…

[raphoupix]

Kylian Mbappé - Real Madrid

[ts1mp0ne]

HALA MADRID🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

[royaljude]

Until you came along ~ KM9

Genre ~ little angst/fluff

Summary ~ when the move to Madrid is difficult with a 4 year old, so he hires a nanny for help. Little does he know he'll fall in love…

Warnings ~ I will be using Y/N throughout this!

A/N ~ single dad Kylian! Will have more parts to this!!

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The move to Madrid for him was a little rough. Not only did he have to find an apartment…he had to find a nanny or babysitter for his four year old daughter, Élise. He didn’t trust daycares, being a famous football player, single, and having a kid. He just didn’t trust leaving his little girl alone in a strange place. As if he had a nanny, he can get to know them before hiring them.

He’d found a nice apartment just for him and Élise, in the city of Madrid. On the jet ride there, Kylian had come across this page. It was your nanny account, you have about 100+ followers. You posted things with the kids you nannied, keeping their faces hidden though. The people who you’ve nannied for said you were great.

Kylian thought about it for a while, before he had privately messaged you. He asked if within the next day or two if he could meet you for coffee to get to know you. You had politely accepted his offer, the two of you messaged before agreeing to meet for lunch tomorrow afternoon.

Kylian was nervous to say the least, back in France he had his mom to watch her. Yet he didn’t have his mom in Madrid. Kylian looked down at Élise who was taking a nap in the chair beside him. He just wanted what was best for his little girl.

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The next day came around. Everything in the apartment was set up and furnished, Kylian just needed to do some decorating. He woken Élise from her early morning nap, and got her dressed and ready to go meet up with you for lunch.

Kylian carried her out to the car and buckled her in her car seat before getting in the front seat himself. Starting the car to drive to the place you both decided on. It wasn’t far from his new apartment, so it wasn’t long before he was there. He looked around the small café-like restaurant, making sure he didn’t see you before getting a table. He sat down with Élise next to him in the chair.

You walked in a few minutes later looking around until you saw him. Kylian and you locked eyes. ‘Merde she’s pretty’ he thought to himself. You gave him a small smile before walking over to him, he returned it. “Hey! You must be Kylian, I take it?” You asked once you got closer, holding you a hand to shake his. “Um yeah hi, I’m kylian. You must be Y/N?” He said, shaking your hand and watching you sit across from him. “Yes I am.” You responded.

You look at the little girl next to him, giving her a little smile and wave. “Hi, what’s your name?” You asked politely. Élise looks at you shyly, she looks up at her dad. Kylian gives her a soft nod as his way of telling her it’s okay. “I’m Élise.” She spoke shyly. “Well isn’t that a pretty name for a very pretty girl.” Once those words left your mouth, she smiled and let out a small giggle.

You smiled at her before turning your attention back to Kylian. “So, I'll take the one you wanted to meet for your daughter, tell me what you need, and I can see if I can provide it.” You spoke to him. “You’re lucky, I only have one kid at a time, and my last family I nannied for didn’t need me anymore.” You added on.

The waiter came over and quickly took your orders before leaving.

Kylian takes a second before responding. “Well as you probably know, I play football. We have training from 7:30am to about 2:30pm, and then I’ll let you know when we have matches which will be during the week, or weekend.” He spoke telling you what he needed. “And if it’s not too much to ask, are you okay with like over nights?” He spoke with a questionable tone. “I might have to travel a few times so if you could stay overnight that’d be great.” He asked almost pleading, he was hoping you’d accept the job.

You nodded and thought about it for a few seconds. “Yeah, I can work with that.” You told him. “I do have one thing I always ask people before I officially accept a job.” You said. “Yeah of course, what is it?” He asked. “Are you okay if I take her out? Like to the park, or lunch. That way we aren’t in the house the whole day?” You asked with an understanding tone. “Yeah I’m totally fine with that, I think that's great.”

The waiter came back with your food, you and Kylian each ordered a sandwich, while he ordered Élise just a Grilled Cheese and fries. “What’s your price? Like what’s your pay?” Kylian asked before he started eating. “I pay 20 an hour, but if it’s an overnight it’s 25…” you said after swallowing your bite.

You and Kylian ate and he asked a few more questions before the bill was brought. Kylian immediately grabbed the bill out of habit. “I can pay my half.” You said. “No, no it’s okay. I got it, I wanted to meet you and get to know you so let me pay.” He said, pulling out his wallet. “Okay.” You said deciding not to argue on it. “So can you start by this Thursday?” He asked, looking at you. “Yeah of course, just be sure to text me what time and your address.” You said.

“Yeah of course, well I’ll see you then.” He said and stood up. “Come on Élise.” Kylian said, holding his hand out for the little girl to take. She took his hand and started walking with him out the café, but not before giving you a small wave. You wave back and smile. You couldn’t wait till Friday, you get to start taking care of that sweet little girl, and you get to see him again…

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[heartbreakylian]

omg is he growing his hair???????? (I wish😭😭😭😭😭)

[f1madrid]

Jude Bellingham & Kylian Mbappe. [UEFA Super Cup, 2024] ･°｡𖹭∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°♡｡ ⁠.̮✧

[szariahwroteit]

Everything about this thirty second clip! 🥵🫠🤭

[spidybaby]

I need more angst with Kylian please ❤️

"Do you like these flowers?" You ask him.

You have different flower books in front of the two of you. You are seating on his legs, trying to pick different things.

He's a little lost. His focus is on the big windows that shows the backyard of his Madrid home.

"I think I want this ones." You point at a very nice, simple but cute bouquet. "What do you think?"

His attention goes back to you, who seem to pass how he's lost.

"I love those." he says, not really knowing what he's saying. "I think they are the best."

You smile, happy that he picks the same thing as you. You two are on the same page on most of the things.

You close the book, sending a text to your wedding planner with the things you two picked.

"Do you want to take a bath with me?" he asks, hugging your waist. "I'll even add that bathbomb you love."

"I still need to pick some other things." You pout. "Wait for me?"

He nods. Trying to not look that disappointed. He feels like he was about to roll his eyes at how tired he is about all these plans and things.

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voguespain something borrowed and something blue can be spotted 👀❤️

kyksxjude this means the wedding is sooner than we expected 😭😭😭

bellaxy/n something blue like what? 🙄

k.mbappe ❤️❤️❤️

laminexfermin bro come to Barcelona

cr7thegoat @lamimexfermin shut up

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"Miss Lamari, what do you think about this?" You ask her. "My mom says it's cute."

She examined your hair. "I think you look amazing, love." she smiles. "It's all about you."

You smile at her, turning back to the mirror. You give your hairstylist a nod, indicating that the style was the one.

"I thought you were going for your usual Ponytail." Melissa says, looking at you over the mirror.

You turn to her, shaking your head. "I know this is a little out of my comfort zone, but I feel good on this."

"And do you think Kylian would like this?" she asks.

You were about to answer, but Fayza is quicker.

"Of course he's going to like her hair. He loves everything she does and wears." she says, hands on your shoulders.

You thank your future mother in law. You knew that many things were new for you during the process of planning the wedding, but you wanted to look good and to have a nice ceremony.

You want to have the best experience ever. Kylian and you were forever in your eyes. You wanted to seal the whole thing and enjoy the rest of your life with him.

"Do you." You try to formulate the question to Melissa. "Do you think he won't like my hair?"

She sighed, "I think he would like it." she began. She's trying to explain her point. "I just thought you wanted something more traditional to you and to your style."

You understand her point. You did want something more you, but also you wanted a timeless look.

Something your kids and grandkids will look and say < oh, I want this for my own wedding >

You want to be able to look at your photo album and say that you loved the hair, the dress, the makeup, everything.

That's why you were so into Kylian liking every detail, the flowers, the food, the cake, the venue.

It was something that he was supposed to enjoy and to like as much as you. Something to mark the beginning of your life together.

"You have your interview with Vogue for the wedding special. And then you can leave for your Bachelorette Party." your mom says.

Your mom was not that, but she was also your manager. She has been since the beginning of your career at fourteen.

You nod, ready to leave to where the interview will take place. You wanted to be able to finish quickly.

You thank Melissa and Fayza for coming with you to the makeup and hair trial. You feel happy that they were there with you.

Your mom and you drive to the location. Feeling anxious because you needed to go home and get ready for your own party.

"Hey, sweet baby." Anto says.

She's the boss of Vogue Spain. When she heard the news about Kylian and you getting engaged, she immediately asked you to do a Vogue Wedding Special.

It was going to be the first time Vogue in Spain did a wedding special, and they wanted you on it.

The whole city of Paris, the whole city of Madrid and both your fans were excited to get any details of the wedding.

The magazine was supposed to be out the day of the wedding. Making it the first edition that launches the same day as the wedding.

"Okay. I need you to tell me every little detail." she says. "Go crazy." she chuckles, making you chuckle too. "Let's begin with something simple but exciting. The engament, tell me about that day."

"Oh, well." You smile, thinking about that day. You began telling her the details, how you took it, how he planned it, or how he told you he did.

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voguespain @yourusername joined us in a before the wedding intimate session to share the details of her special day.

The Family of Vogue Spain is honored to open the Wedding Specials with such an icon. Someone who has been on many of our covers.

Thank you to Y/n for opening her heart to us ❤️

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Kylian reads the Instagram post you were tagged on. Liking the picture but not leaving a comment.

He's frustrated, tired, annoyed even.

It's not that he's second guessing the marriage. It's not that he's second guessing your relationship. It was the whole wedding thing.

He wanted something a little more private, but once your mother got her hands on the idea of a big wedding, it was a lost cause.

Originally, you wanted something like him. Private, and cute. But since then, your mother, his mother, and everybody else thought they have a say that's more important than his own.

He tried to talk to you. Many times where he tried to give you the hint that he's not comfortable with the arrangement of things.

You didn't catch it. You were focused on trying to make everybody happy. As a people pleaser, you wanted to be able to have your own vision and everybody's vision.

He turns to you, sleeping peacefully next to him. He smiles at the sight of you. You are his forever.

Something about the planning of the wedding feels off. He remembers how much you wanted to have a joined Bachelorette party, and now you had your Bachelorette, and he had his own.

The same with the rehearsal dinner. You dreamed since you were a kid to have something small and be able to eat home-cooked food, have some light drinks and enjoy the day before your big moment.

And that day is now a big shit show. He

He feels trapped. Is it really hard to be able to have a nice, small, and intimate ceremony with you?

The wedding was just about to happen. He was nervous because he didn't feel joy. He's stressed about you being stressed and conditioned to fulfill everyone's wishes.

Even if that meant leaving your own wishes out of the picture.

He feels numb, the day goes by, but his mind can't really focus on anything. Is that even a life worth living?

"Why are you so lost?" Ethan asks. "Are you nervous? Cause I'm nervous. " He confess

Kylian chuckles, feeling a little better about his day. Ethan always cheers him up. "I am." He says. "But I think it's normal to be nervous."

"Well, I don't know. I don't even have a girlfriend." Ethan laughed. "Maybe I'm not the right one to say if it's normal or not."

"Very smart answer."

They laugh at other jokes. Kylian feels more relaxed now. His brother was his band-aid. "Let's go out, don't let your bride wait."

He nods, smiling at the way everybody was proud of him for making you his bride. It was all a fever dream since the proposal.

They walked to where everybody is, saying hi to the people on the way to find you. You stood there, talking happy with some family members. Showing them the engagement ring.

He would kill if someone ever tried to take your smile away. The way you tell your family how you said yes. It was magical.

He was about to walk closer to you, but a hand interrupted him. "Kylian, care if I stole you for a moment?" You mother ask.

He nods, smiling at her. Even when your mom isn't his cup of tea, he respects her because she's your mother.

She walks him out of the party, someone quieter. "I want to talk to you before talking with my daughter." She says.

"Is everything okay?" He asks, worried. "Do you need help with something? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, don't worry about me, kiddo." She stops him. "I wanted to tell you first because I feel like you would be the perfect person to break the news to her."

"Okay?" He says, narrow eyes. "Tell me."

The Cheshire cat smiled she had made him shiver. "I got her to be on a very important runway. Like a life changing one. That means that you might have to delay your honeymoon a few months for preparation." She says.

He blinks a few times. Was he hearing her correctly? "You want me to tell Y/n that we need to delay our honeymoon?" He asks, not believing what she just said. "The honeymoon she always dreamed to have?"

"Oh, she's just a silly girl with dumb dreams." You mother laugh. "That can wait. This business can't."

The way he feels his blood boil is alarming. He wants to say something nasty, but he won't. She was still your mother.

"With all due respect, I don't give a damn about any stupid runway show." He smiles, the same smile she had just a moment ago. "Tomorrow, when our wedding party is over, we are flying to the honeymoon your daughter always wanted. Point blank period."

He walks away from her, fearing he is going to say something he will regret. He tried to find you, but first he needs to calm down.

He walks over to where your father and his are. They were talking about sports so he tried to act like he was joining the conversation.

"Care if I join you?" He smile at them.

They integrate him into the conversation. He feels the relaxation fulfill him, he needed that. They all chatted about different sport conversations. Normal boys talk, his mother would say.

His father excuses himself to answer a phone call. Leaving him alone with yours. "Ready for tomorrow?"

"Too late to regret it." He jokes, making your father laugh. "I'm very excited." He says more seriously. "I love your daughter, and I want to make her happy."

"You will, son." He pats his back. "Now, if you excuse me, I'll try to find my wife before the food is served."

He stays alone at the bar, drinking calmly his liquor. He's not a fan of drinking but tonight he need it.

"Why so alone?" Melissa asks.

"Calming the nerves." He lifts his glass.

Melissa narrowed her eyes. "Why are you nervous?"

"I just want for this showing and partying to be done. I just want to take her home as my wife, that's it."

He can be honest with Melissa, she has been there for him when he thought he was alone.

"Then why are you guys doing all this?" She points at the whole party. "Why not something simple?"

He sighs. "I wonder the same."

Melissa saves her opinion. She knows she's able to be honest when she's with him. But she prefers to just not be a party killer.

They chat for a little bit, just talking about dumb things. She wants to make Kylian feel a little bit less frustrated.

"Hey, there you are." You say, hugging his waist. "I missed you tonight." You joke.

He turns to where you are, grabbing your waist and smiling at you. He goes for a lip kiss and you went for a cheek kiss.

"Sorry, the gloss." You smile at him. You grab a napkin, wiping the gloss of your lips. "Done, come here."

You grab his cheeks, kissing his lips. "Missed you too." He says, separating for a moment and then going back for another kiss.

"Let's sit down." You say, pulling him to the table. "I order your favorite pasta." You smile. "Yours is a little bit more healthy, but as good as always."

He smiles, knowing that even when he's not the most comfortable with this party arrangement. He's happy that you care enough to get his likes above everything else.

The dinner was good, your parents gave some words, his parents did too. It was nice and calmed.

His friends were there, messing with him about life as a married man, how he needs to be home earlier, his phone always in hand. Jokes like that.

"No to shit on your happiness, but I'm just here because you are my friend." One of his childhood friends says.

"What are you even on?" Kylian laugh. "Why?"

"Don't pay attention to me." The friend laughed. "Just, hope you get better luck."

"I'm very lucky. Have you seen my fiance?"

"Dude, be for real." He says, shaking his head. "I'm not talking about her appearance. She's gorgeous. But Melissa mentioned how tired you were and nervous. You aren't supposed to feel nerves."

"Am I supposed to feel what?"

"Joy!" He shouts. "My ex and I. I was a nerve rack. I'm trying to calm myself with Xanax and shit. That didn't work. We didn't work. I let her have her way to the wedding. Her mom, better say. Then it was the kids who had to be as her mother said, the schools her mother approved." He scuffs. "Don't be that one."

"What are you suggesting?"

"Don't get married. If you don't feel the vibe, don't." His friend says, patting his arm, saying a goodbye.

Kylian was left speechless. The insecurities he felt during the past few days were fulfilling his mind. He didn't want your mother or his to dictate your life.

He didn't want to grow a family for him to not even have a voice on it. He wanted for it to be you and him.

"Hey, amour." You say, interrupting his thoughts. "Can I talk to you about something?"

He nods, a little lost.

You grab his hand, bringing him into a corridor, a little far from the others. "What's happening?"

"I want to ask you something." He nods, waiting for you to continue. "So my mom and I were talking." You began.

He wants to roll his eyes, just the line he didn't wanted to hear. "About?"

"She got me to be on this very important fashion show." You say happy. You wanted that show since the beginning of your career. "I know I should be focused on the wedding, but I wanted to tell you about it."

"That's amazing, bébé." He hugs you. "You'll have the best time. And even better, you'll be so relaxed when we are back from our honeymoon."

"About that." You interrupt. "Mom thinks I need to start training and focusing on this project as soon as possible. She thinks it's best if we reschedule our honeymoon." You say, hoping he understood.

He laughs, bitter taste to his mouth. "Not going to happen."

Your smile dropped. "But Kylian, it's only a few weeks, please.'"

He shakes his head. "No. End of story."

"C'mon, we rescheduled the wedding because of the Champions League." You remind him.

"No, we rescheduled the wedding because you had this Balmain campaign. It just worked with me because of the Champions League." He reminds you.

You nod. "I get it." You calmly say. "Just, please. This last time."

He shakes his head. "It took me months to be able to get these things scheduled. The trip, everything." He says he's angry but won't shout at your or anything. "I think it won't kill you to start after our honeymoon."

You nod. "Fine." You say. "I'll let her now. Just so you know, she will be mad." You lift your hands, walking back to the little remaining party.

If only you could hear how he thinks about not giving a single fuck about your mother's opinion on his decisions. You would die.

He's stressed again. Body tensing at how the whole thing is making him uncomfortable. It's okay to feel that way, but not for this long time.

He tried to calm down, moving back to the salon. He finds only a few people left. Your parents and sibling. Your friend who is on the wedding party. His family.

"Hey, Kyks." Ethan calls him. "Come say your goodbyes to Y/n."

He smiles, walking over to where you are. He kisses the side or your head. You hug him tightly.

"See you tomorrow at the end of the altar." You whisper to him. "Bye, husband." You giggle after saying that. Making him smile.

"Bye, love." He whispers back.

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You smile at the pictures in front of the chapel. You feel like in a fairy tale. Loving how everybody looks so happy, so calm.

You smile at your dad, taking some pictures with him and your grandmother. "Let's get inside." You say.

Melissa steps in front of you. Smiling awkwardly. "Don't you want some more pictures with your mother?"

You frown confused. You've been taking pictures with your bridal party, your siblings, your mother, father and even his parents and Ethan.

She grabbed your hand, taking you inside and to the side. Ethan noticed this and decides to get closer too.

"What's wrong?" You ask. "Is it the guests? There's not that many people? That's okay, we can start, I don't mind."

You don't want to stress. Today, there's nothing that can stress you. You feel such happiness that you don't mind anything going wrong with flowers, guests, and arrangements.

"No, sis." Ethan says. "It's Kylian."

You turn your head confused. "Something happened to him? Is he okay?"

"He's." Ethan tries to find the words. "He's not here yet."

Your smile drops, and a frown of confusion is now the expression you have on you. You grab Ethan's arm, looking at the time on his watch. "But we are thirty minutes late." You say. "Have you try calling him?"

Melissa and Ethan look at each other. They, in fact, tried to call Kylian. But he didn't answer any of them.

"Mom!" You call her. "Give me my phone." You order her.

You push your way to her. Grabbing her purse and taking your phone out. You hand her the bouquet of your flowers.

You look around, finding the room where the priest changes. You grab the tail of your dress, walking there.

You close the door behind you, leaving the people calling your name. You grab the phone with shaky hands.

What if something happened to him?

What if he got in a car accident?

You thought he wasn't going to answer the call. "Kylian," you say when you hear his breathing. "Are you okay? Where are you?"

"I'm at my château." He says, shaky voice.

"Oh, God. You are okay." You smile. "Did something happen to your car?"

He can't answer. He feels his heart breaking at what he's doing right now. "My car is fine."

"Then why aren't you here?" You ask, a little louder than you expected. "I don't mind that you are late. I'm always late." You joke, trying to make the situation lighter.

"I can't do it." He says. Dropping the bomb directly. "I love you with all my heart. I just can't do this. This is not the wedding I want."

Your heart sink.

"Are you crazy?" You ask. "Kylian, don't do this to me." You sob. "Is this about the honeymoon? Or the runway show? I don't have to do it. Just come."

"I'm sorry." He says. "I love you, but I can't do this. I hope you forgive me."

The phone call ended.

You stood there, looking over the window. The chapel where the wedding was supposed to happen was also the venue where the party was going to happen.

You look at the tables. The workers finish placing the flowers. The same flowers you two picked.

You take the phone away from your face. The screen is already black. You look at your reflection, eyes full of tears.

You hear the door opening, turning to see who it is and finding Ethan. The look on his face changes as soon as he notices your expression.

"He's not coming." You say.

[ronaldoelbicho]

*_~CR7~_* 🐐 *_~KM9~_* 🐢

My dear mbappè.

That's My boy 🤍

[rmadridcore]

Jealous Streak

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Reader

Summary: After Kylian gets mad over a silly misunderstanding, things quickly heat up between you two, turning his anger into something much more intimate.

Word Count: 2.9K

Warning: Smut! (Minors DNI)

Author’s note: I’m back to writing about Kylian! Recent events surrounding him had been so messy that I couldn’t find any inspiration to write for him anymore, but a new idea arose so here it is! I have a few requests waiting and I’ll get through them as fast as I can & now I will be taking requests about Kylian as well 🫂 hope you enjoy this one! Let me know what you think 🩷

Water droplets clung to your flushed skin as you wrapped yourself in a fluffy white towel, stepping out of the steamy shower cabin. You grabbed another towel, running it through your damp hair before swiping a hand across the fogged-up bathroom mirror. The haze cleared just enough for you to see your reflection as you applied a few drops of face oil, the soothing sensation adding to the relaxation you desperately needed. The tension from the day melted away, your muscles loose and your mind clearer after the long, steamy escape.

With the towel securely wrapped around your body and droplets still trailing down your warm skin, you padded into the shared bedroom of you and Kylian. He was sprawled on the bed, one arm tucked behind his head, absently playing with the TV remote. A random documentary played on the screen, but from the way his eyes glazed over, it was obvious he wasn’t paying attention.

You glanced at him, noticing his lack of acknowledgment as you entered. It wasn’t that he didn’t see you — oh, he noticed. Kylian was angry, his mood as sour as unripe lemons.

You sighed, your annoyance bubbling to the surface. The root of his irritation wasn’t entirely unexpected. The night before, you’d gone to a friend’s birthday party, solo, since Kylian was away for an away game. You had bumped into your ex boyfriend there, exchanged a polite but fleeting conversation, and thought nothing of it. To you, the interaction was so insignificant that it didn’t even cross your mind to mention it when you spoke to Kylian later that night.

But Kylian, ever the hawk-eyed protector, had seen pictures of the party while on the plane home, one of which captured your brief exchange with your ex. He’d flipped. Your reassurances, how brief the interaction was, how little it mattered, didn’t help. He wasn’t just mad that your ex had been there; he was mad that you hadn’t told him about it.

When Kylian arrived home a few hours ago, you’d expected him to have cooled off. You were wrong. If anything, he was more wound up than before, his brooding silence a testament to his irritation. After his passive aggressive digs began to test your patience, you decided to take a shower to escape his sulking. But now, as you stood in front of the vanity applying leave-in conditioner to your damp hair, you couldn’t ignore his childish behavior any longer.

“Am I getting the silent treatment now?” you asked, your tone sharper than you intended.

Kylian sighed, his gaze fixed on the TV. “I’m not in the mood to talk, that’s all.”

“You’re being ridiculous, you know that?” You set the bottle of conditioner down with a frustrated thud.

He didn’t respond, his jaw tightening as his eyes stayed glued to the screen.

The double standard wasn’t lost on you. Whenever you got jealous, Kylian would laugh it off, his reassurances wrapped in humor and affection. To him, the idea of you doubting his loyalty or devotion was absurd; he loved you too much to entertain thoughts of anyone else. But when the tables turned, when he was the one feeling the pangs of jealousy, it was a completely different story.

He wasn’t unreasonable — he trusted you implicitly. He knew, without a shred of doubt, that your love and loyalty were his alone. But that didn’t stop the irrational surge of irritation when someone else tried to insert themselves into your space, even momentarily. Jealousy wasn’t about mistrust; it was about his protectiveness, his possessiveness, his inability to tolerate the idea of anyone else claiming even a fraction of your attention.

And now, here he was, stewing in his emotions, dragging both of you into his mood. It was petty, it was unnecessary, and it was maddening.

You perched on the edge of the bed, your gaze fixed on Kylian, who still stubbornly refused to look at you. Frustrated yet determined, you reached out and placed a hand on his leg, giving him a light shake.

“Come on now, I deserve forgiveness, don’t I?” you said, your voice dripping with playful sarcasm. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes internally at how much of a fuss he was making over something so trivial.

Kylian didn’t respond, his jaw clenching slightly, but his eyes betrayed him. They flickered downward as your towel shifted, slipping just enough to reveal a teasing glimpse of your cleavage. His gaze lingered, involuntarily captivated, before he snapped himself out of it, tearing his eyes away and gluing them back to the television.

You smirked knowingly. That was it — his resolve was cracking. He was on the verge of giving in, and you weren’t about to let the opportunity slip away.

“You’re really not going to talk to me?” you teased, your hand sliding up his thigh, your fingers brushing against the sensitive spot that you knew made his breath hitch.

His reaction was instant, his breathing faltered, and his eyes darted down to your hand resting on his leg. But like the stubborn man he was, Kylian quickly averted his gaze back to the screen. “I’m watching something,” he muttered, the words unconvincing even to himself.

You arched a brow, suppressing a laugh. “Oh, really?” you challenged softly, leaning in closer. You were sure he couldn’t even name what the documentary was about if his life depended on it.

Tightening the towel securely around your body, you moved to lie down beside him, the mattress dipping slightly under your weight. Your proximity was deliberate, your movements calculated. You knew Kylian better than anyone, and you could tell he was fighting a losing battle.

You scooted closer until your body was practically flush against his, your hand sliding up to cradle his jaw. You placed a featherlight kiss on his cheek, your nose brushing against his skin as you inhaled his intoxicating scent.

He didn’t protest — in fact, you could feel him relax slightly under your touch, though his gaze stubbornly remained on the screen.

“Still mad at me?” you murmured, your lips trailing kisses along the curve of his cheek, each one softer and more deliberate than the last.

“A little,” he admitted, the corners of his mouth twitching into the faintest hint of a smile. You were close now, victory was within reach.

“How do I make you forgive me?” you asked, your voice dropping into a sultry whisper as your lips moved down to his neck. His breath hitched again, and this time, he didn’t even pretend to resist. Tilting his head to the side, he silently invited you to explore, giving you access to his smooth, warm skin.

You didn’t waste the opportunity, pressing open-mouthed kisses against his neck, slow and tantalizing, just the way you knew he liked them. Each kiss lingered, your tongue flicking lightly against his skin, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

“You’ll have to figure that out,” he said, his voice lower now, a teasing edge lacing his tone. His hand moved to tug at your towel, but you swatted it away, stopping him just before he could succeed.

“Not so fast,” you scolded with a playful smirk, pushing his hand aside. You locked eyes with him, your gaze commanding. “Turn the TV off.”

He hesitated for only a moment before obeying without question, reaching over to grab the remote and switching off the screen. The room plunged into a comfortable silence, save for the sound of your kisses as you resumed your exploration of his neck. His skin was already beginning to show the faint marks of your affection, love bites blooming wherever your lips touched.

This battle of wills wasn’t one Kylian was going to win, not tonight.

Your hand slid down his chest deliberately, your fingers gliding over the sculpted ridges of his torso. Even through the fabric of his shirt, you could feel the tautness of his abs. Slowly, you slipped your hand beneath the hem of his shirt, letting your palm rest against the firm, warm skin of his stomach.

Your lips moved purposefully from his neck to his ear, where you knew he was most sensitive. As your mouth lingered near his ear, you took your time, savoring the quiet anticipation that built with every second. His breathing grew heavier, a restrained whine rumbling in the back of his throat.

Your lips closed around his earlobe, sucking gently before nipping at it with your teeth. At the same time, your hand ventured lower, cupping and massaging him through his shorts. The moment your touch landed there, Kylian let out a shaky whimper, his body betraying him despite his effort to hold back.

“Fuck, Kylian…” you murmured, your breath hot against his ear, your voice thick with desire. “You’re hard.”

He was, impossibly so. It always amazed you how little effort it took to get him this worked up. But Kylian never felt embarrassed by it; in fact, he encouraged you to embrace the power you had over him, and you did just that.

Teasingly, you paused, removing your hand from his bulge to toy with the waistband of his shorts. Your fingertips skimmed the edge, dipping just slightly inside before retreating, a deliberate game meant to drive him wild. At the same time, your lips stopped their exploration, hovering near his ear but offering no further relief.

Kylian exhaled a frustrated sigh, the tension in his body practically vibrating beneath you. “Y/N,” he said, his tone firm but undercut by an unmistakable desperation.

“What do you want, Kylian? Tell me,” you teased, your voice dripping with sultry confidence. Your hand hovered halfway inside his waistband, motionless, as you gazed down at him. His dark eyes locked onto yours, burning with need, though his jaw clenched with resistance.

“I—” he started, but the words faltered, his head falling back against the pillow as he struggled with his pride.

You leaned down, your lips brushing the shell of his ear as you whispered, “Use your words, baby.” Your mouth found the spot behind his ear again, kissing it softly before dragging your tongue across his heated skin. The reaction was instant — his chest rose sharply as he let out a ragged sigh.

“Touch me,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. His head tilted again, baring his neck to you as though surrendering completely.

You pulled back slightly, feigning a look of surprise. “That’s it?” you teased, raising a brow.

When he didn’t respond right away, you began to withdraw your hand, a silent punishment for his hesitation. That’s when he broke.

“Please, Y/N,” he pleaded, his voice raw with desperation. “Please touch me. Please.”

A wave of satisfaction washed over you at his shameless begging. “Since you’ve asked so nicely…” you said with a wicked smile, sliding your hand fully into his shorts. Your fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock, pulling it free from the confines of his underwear. You gave him a few firm, deliberate strokes, feeling his length twitch in your grip.

Kylian’s head fell back, a deep groan escaping his lips as his body melted under your touch. You worked him slowly at first, savoring every reaction — the way his breathing turned ragged, the way his hips twitched upward, seeking more.

Just as the tension in him began to crest, you pulled your hand away, leaving him gasping in frustration. “Y/N,” he whined, his brows furrowing in protest, but he didn’t move, his body too overwhelmed to resist.

You silenced him with a knowing smirk, spitting into your palm before wrapping your hand around his cock again. This time, your strokes were slick and smooth, your grip firmer as you tugged his foreskin up and down his shaft. Your hand moved with precision, knowing exactly how to unravel him.

Your head remained buried in his neck, your lips grazing and sucking at his skin, leaving marks that would linger long after. You didn’t need to look at what you were doing, your familiarity with his body was second nature by now.

Kylian was a mess beneath you, his body trembling with pleasure. His head lolled back, his mouth open as soft, breathy moans spilled from his lips. His voice was broken, whimpering your name between gasps, and it only fueled your determination to drive him further over the edge.

As your hand worked its magic on him, Kylian’s body tensed beneath you, his stomach muscles clenching involuntarily. His moans grew louder, more guttural, a clear sign that he was nearing his breaking point. You smirked against his neck, relishing the power you held over him. When his hips started to buck upward, chasing the orgasm building within him, you abruptly pulled away, leaving him on the edge and visibly desperate.

“Y/N—” he started, his voice hoarse with frustration. The heaviness in his balls was unmistakable, and his cock twitched in protest, aching for release.

You silenced him with a searing kiss, your tongue slipping past his lips and tangling with his. As the kiss deepened, you reached up and tugged at the knot of your towel, letting it fall away and tossing it across the room. The cool air kissed your bare skin, but the heat radiating from Kylian was all you felt.

In one smooth motion, you broke the kiss just long enough to tug his shirt off over his head, discarding it in the same direction as your towel. Your hands explored the expanse of his broad chest, feeling the firmness of his pecs and the rapid rise and fall of his breath. Straddling him, you felt his hands instinctively grip your hips, his touch possessive and eager.

Without breaking eye contact, you reached down, guiding his throbbing cock to your dripping entrance. Slowly, you sank down onto him, his length stretching you perfectly. Kylian’s head fell back against the pillows, a loud, guttural moan tearing from his lips as he filled you completely.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his face twisting in pleasure.

Your hands splayed across his chest for balance as you began to move your hips, rolling them slowly to savor the sensation of him deep inside you. His grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your skin with an intensity that promised bruises. You welcomed the pressure, the reminder of how much he needed you.

“Feel so good, baby. So fucking good,” he cried out, his voice raw and unrestrained.

You couldn’t help but moan in response, the way he stretched you out and filled you making you feel like you were made for him. Every inch of his cock hit you just right, brushing against that perfect spot that sent shocks of pleasure coursing through your body.

Picking up the pace, you began to bounce on his shaft, your movements growing faster and more frantic. Kylian met your rhythm with thrusts of his own, his hips driving upward to match your descent. You were technically on top, but Kylian’s firm grip on your hips dictated the pace, his control subtle yet undeniable.

“Kylian,” you cried out, throwing your head back as waves of pleasure consumed you.

He raised his head slightly, his eyes dropping to where your bodies were joined. The sight of his cock disappearing into you over and over again made him groan deeply, his hand leaving your hip to find your clit. His fingers worked slow, deliberate circles, the pressure just enough to make your thighs tremble.

He knew your body like no one else, he could find your sweet spot even if he was blindfolded, underwater, and upside down.

“Merde, mon amour. Tu te sens incroyable,” he rasped, his words dripping with pleasure. His breaths were heavy, his moans frequent and raw as he fought to keep himself together.

Your legs began to tremble, the strain of riding him taking its toll. You gripped his shoulders tightly, using them for support as your pace faltered slightly. Kylian, ever in tune with you, took the lead, bucking his hips upward harder and faster.

“Kylian, I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered, your voice breaking as the tension inside you reached its peak.

“Come for me, angel,” he urged, his voice soft yet commanding. His hand on your clit didn’t relent, his movements calculated to push you over the edge.

You cupped his face with one hand, forcing him to meet your gaze. His dark eyes burned into yours, the intensity between you electric. The connection sent you hurtling into your climax, your body shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

Your moans mixed with his as Kylian’s hips stuttered, his release following closely behind yours. You felt him twitch inside you as he spilled his load deep within, the sensation prolonging your high. His head fell back against the pillow, his chest heaving as he rode out the last of his orgasm.

The room was filled with the sound of your heavy breathing, the air thick with heat and the scent of sex. Kylian’s hands moved from your hips to gently caress your thighs, his touch soothing where it had once been demanding.

You leaned down, your lips brushing against his as you asked playfully, “So, am I forgiven?”

He chuckled, his chest vibrating against yours as he pulled you closer. “I’ll let you know after round two,” he teased, capturing your lips in a deep, messy kiss.

You laughed softly, your forehead resting against his as the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you tangled together in the aftermath of your love.

[pedripop]

im cooking for u all

[nahkyl]

Y’all I’m sorry I needed to download this hell app again CAUSE THAT’S MY MAN. THAT’S MY MAN Y’ALL.

I NEVER STOPPED BELIEVING.