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spidybaby · 9 months ago

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hi lovey ❤️ don't know if ur request are open but if they are pls do something with kyky maybe his whole family love you but his mum doesnt ❤️

Mama's Boy

Summary: Kylian convinced himself that his mother liked you, but when she openly rejects you in front of him, he has to choose which side to be.

Warnings: cursing, mommy issues, dysfunctional family.

At first, you thought it was something normal the way she behaved with you. Kylian even told you it was.

"She does like you. She just needs to get more comfortable around you."

You let it go. Thinking he was right, you were like that, too. It took you a little before being open and relaxed towards the rest of his family.

Being busy with your own things and having to work around Kylian's schedule and yours made you two not even cross paths.

Kylian asked you to help him with something related to his foundation, the same one his mother's the president of.

You were asked to pick some things and drop them off at the venue of the event. Melissa was there. She and Fayza were supervising that everything went the way they planned.

You texted Melissa that you were there, with everything Kylian asked you to bring. She went to the parking lot to help you with some things.

You walk with hands full, Fayza was talking with a man. Melissa was telling you about what activities were going to be performed at the event.

"Bonjour, Miss Lamari." You say, smiling at her.

"Hi." She says, not a single expression on her face. "Are you staying?"

"Kylian asked me to say." You say. You notice how she inhales, trying not to show her discomfort. "If that's okay with you, of course."

She nods, leaving you alone. You knew she didn't really want you there, but Kylian was the one asking you to stay and participate.

You help Melissa with some things outside of the venue, organizing some piles for the games with the kids.

Kylian arrives half hour later, when his mother sees him, she asked him to go get changed for the pictures and everything.

He has this way of making you think what his mother is doing is just not being herself around you because she doesn't know you that much, and she will eventually open to you.

The activity was fun, Kylian was playing with the kids. You love watching him interact with them. It was a glimpse of what you could archive with him.

You love how his parents. Mostly his mother, educate him to give to those in need. You love him and his acts of kindness.

"Stop daydreaming." Melissa says, laughing at your heart eyes. "Believe me, he wants the same thing as you."

"I hope he does." You smile. "Because I feel like I would die if he doesn't."

"You guys have been together for what now?"

"Two years in a month."

"Don't worry. He wouldn't play with you like that." she pats your back. "Now, can you help me with bringing the bags we put together?"

You nod, walking back to the warehouse. Fayza was putting the bags into a box to carry them outside.

"Miss Lamari, would you like some help with that?"

She didn't turn to you. She kept organizing the box. You move a little closer so you could help her. Passing her some things.

She lifts the box, you notice how I was kinda heavy due to the amount of things it has. "Let me help you."

What you didn't expect was her passing you the box. The heavy things make you almost lose control.

She left without saying a word. You walk slowly to the exit. Your back killing you from the weight you have in your hands.

Melissa noticed you were struggling with the box. Rushing to help you. "Didn't occur to make two trips?" She asks, taking one side of the box.

You nod out of breath. You two left the box in a little table you prepare. "I was thinking two trips. But Kylian's mother gave me the whole box." You sigh.

Melissa shakes her head, she was the only one who noticed that Fayza treated you in a non fairly way.

She never mentioned anything to you or to Kylian. It wasn't her place, but she didn't like the attitude towards you.

"Let's get this ready, I want a cold shower." She smiles, organizing with you.

You had a special thing about the way kids can easily be drawn to you. You loved the way kids felt so secure with you.

So seeing you interact with the kids as you hand them their bags was something that didn't surprised Kylian.

He was focused on the way you were talking to a little boy who was crying. Trying to calm him down.

"Kyks, the last thing you need to do is say the goodbye words, and we can leave." Fayza hands him the speech. When Kylian doesn't take the paper out of her hands, she turns to him. "Kylian, I'm talking to you."

"She's a natural, don't you think?" He asks her. She turns to where he is seeing. It was you with a kid on your hip while you give the others their bags. "She will be an amazing mother."

"Don't run when you can barely walk, Kylian. You are too young and too naive of what life is."

"Maybe I am, but I know that I would do everything for her."

Fayza turns back to him. Grabbing his wrist and leaving the paper in his hand. He then pays attention to his mother.

"Goodbye words, now." She says before leaving.

Kylian does what his mother asks him. Thanking everybody who helped that day and what the purpose of the activity was.

You and Melissa were eating a few treats that the kids got. Ranking them to keep yourselves occupied while waiting for Kylian and Fayza.

You feel two hands grabbing your waist. The smell of Dior Sauvage makes you smile. "What's that?"

"Hello to you too, Mister Mbappé." You joke with him. Turning your face to kiss his cheek. "Mel and I are eating this cupcakes, but this is chocolate chips, we rate it a 7."

You feed him a piece. Humming at the taste. "I'll rate it a solid 9." He says, looking at you. "What else you got here?"

"This is lemon, and this to me is a 10." You feed him again. Watching him roll his eyes at the taste of the cupcake. "And wait for the next one. It's even better."

Fayza looks from afar, picking her stuff and walking closer to the three of you. "Kylian, you shouldn't be eating those."

You stop your actions. Putting the piece of cupcake back in the little plate. "I'm sorry, it was my fault." You smile at her.

She has her shades on, but you have the feeling that she rolled her eyes. "Let's just go. Please."

You look at Melissa, she gave you a look. "Melissa and I are leaving together." You hug Kylian while Melissa went to get her things. "What you do here is so amazing, Ky." You kiss him. "I admire you so much."

He has this cocky smile, he loves being praised, especially by you. "Thank you for helping." He kisses your cheek. "I'll meet you at your place, deal?"

You nod, saying a quick goodbye to him. Melissa was waiting for you. You two chat about things that happened during the weekend.

You drop her home, wishing her a goodnight. When you were on your way home, you stopped at Kylians' favorite restaurant. Ordering his favorite dessert.

After a quick shower and some food, you hear the front door getting closed. You wait to see your boyfriend walking.

He does this funny dancing to something that was streaming on his phone. You laugh. This definitely was something tik tok girls would love to use for the "kylian core" type of thing.

"Are you pulling a show for me?" You ask, happy to see him having fun.

The season was a long one. A very tired one. Now that he announced that he was joining Madrid and that France national team won the Euros, he was able to relax.

He leaves the phone on the counter, grabbing your hands and making you stand. You dance at the rhythm of the song.

You love moments like this. Only you and him, enjoying something a simple like dancing in the middle of your kitchen.

"Okay, time out, time out." You say, hands signaling the time out. "I got something for you, open the fridge."

He smiles, guessing what that might be. When he does, he does a happy dance. Making you laugh.

"Mom is going to hate you for getting me this." He laughs.

You scuff, you know he doesn't say it with that intention, but to you is a weird feeling. "You are allowed to a sweet thing." You reply. Kissing his lips.

"Am I allowed to this sweet piece I have in front of me?" He asks, eyebrows popping up and down.

You blush. He always jokes with you like that. And even after all these years you blush like crazy.

"I think you need to rest for the Euros, baby."

"But I've been resting, and I miss you like crazy." He beggs, hugging you by the waist. "Please, amour." He kiss your hair.

"If you get tired and lose a game, I'll feel bad and guilty."

He pouts, leaving the pâtisserie in the table. He hugs you, but not the typical hug. This is more of a touch starve kind of hug.

"You are so needy." You laugh. He smiles at your laugh. "What's going on?" You ask curious. He was acting up.

"I saw you with the kids today, and God, you looked amazing." He confesses the way his smiles are shining and the way his eyes lighten up at the memory. "I can't wait for us to have our own." He kiss you.

You talked about this in the past, how you two wanted to wait a little bit, specially now with him moving to Madrid and having to find the right schedule to see who will visit who and when.

"The time will come, my love." You peck him. "Now let's go upstairs and pretend to watch a movie while you kiss me how I like it."

He makes a small happy dance again, grabbing his pâtisserie and hurrying back next to your side as you walk upstairs with him, hand in hand.

"I'm so nervous, I want them to win so bad." You say to Helena, Kounde's girlfriend.

She laughed at how cute you looked all worried. "Calm down! It's going to go well."

You nod at her, trying to relax to enjoy the game. You had this feeling, but you thought it was just the normal feelings before a big game.

The game began, you were happy and excited about Kylian as a captain. He was so passionate about this team.

Helena, you and the other wags that joined the game were all seated together. You loved them and they were so nice and kind to you.

Antoine got hurt. Thanks to a player from the other team, he ended up facing up the fence. Head and knee bleeding at the impact of it.

The whole stadium was crazy, fans from the other team yelling profanities at the French team, at Antoine, and at the referee because it was a yellow.

And the French fans were yelling too in support of Antoine and the team. It was all crazy. The medical team helping him.

We turned to Erika, Antoine's wife, she was trying to see if the situation requires her to be alarmed or if she could be calm.

When the medical team finishes with the bandage, Antoine turns to where we are, giving Erika a thumbs up.

We feel better now. He was fine, and we relaxed. It was fun how his bandage was kinda slipping and moving on top of his head.

The game was entertaining, it was 1 - 0

The first goal was scored during the first time of the match. So, the team has to prevent Austria from scoring.

"I feel anxious." You say.

"It's just the game, I feel like Austria is kinda playing dirty. I don't know."

Just a few seconds later you see how Kylian and other players go for the ball with the head. When he falls his nose hits the shoulder or the Austrian player.

The whole stadium got silent for a second, the big screen showing his bloody nose. Some of the players make the referee stop the game for him to get assistance.

You feel a headache grows. The pain he must be feeling right now. "That must hurt like hell" Erika says.

You can't even look, focusing on your phone and seeing the text from Ethan. He asked you if Kylian was okay since some sports channels cut to other things instead of him getting help from the medical team.

You snap a picture of the field where you can see kylian getting help. He looked really bad, the blood on his shirt, the tearful eyes.

After the help, he kept playing. You shake your head at him, he kept looking at the bleachers, at where you are.

You hate when he feels like superman and thinks he can overcome everything by playing. News flash, he can't.

While he was trying to get past this player, he slap him in the face, which probably didn't even hurt, what hurted was his most likely broken nose.

"He needs to go to the hospital." Helena tells you. "I think they are switching him with Olivier. If they do, you should go to the dressing room with him."

"Yes, maybe get him to go to the hospital." Erika says.

Olivier makes the cut. He's now on the field replacing your boyfriend. Kylian is taken to the medical room, they will tell if he needs urgent care or if he can wait for the match to end.

You were thankful that the pass you have allows you to be in different parts of the stadium. You needed to see him before a decision was taken about him going to the hospital right now or if he was staying till the end.

"Hey!" You say, walking into the medical room. "Hi, amour." You grab his shoulders.

He grabs your hand, not feeling like saying anything. He's breathing through his nose, the tears are still there.

"We have to take him for a check, we can't really determine if his nose is broken or just fractured."

You nod, "Can I shower?" He asks.

"Be careful, please. We will help you wash your face so you can shower freely."

They help him wash his face and around his nose, you can see his discomfort when they pass the cotton ball near his nose.

"Can you wait for me at the hotel?"

"No, kyks. I'm going with you."

"Deschamps is going with me, and you landed before the match. You must be tired." He hugs you.

You were tired, you had a horrible flight and he knows it. "It's okay, I want to be by your side."

He smiles, hugging you. "Thank you."

You help him with his things. Carrying his toiletry bag and his phone. You text Ethan, telling him that you will update him when you get details.

He was in pain, you can tell by the way he is gripping his cap. He's not talking with Deschamps, he's just nodding or shaking his head no.

You stayed in the waiting room at the hospital, checking the candy at the machine. Your stomach was crazy for something.

"Hey!" you heard, turning to fins him with some bandage covering his nose. He explains what is going on and what the doctors told him. "Let's go."

You text his brother, updating him on what Kylian told you. He thanked you for the updates, feeling a little less stressed.

"Merci, good night." You wave goodbye to the chauffeur and the security people.

You walk with him to the room. You weren't supposed to be there with him, since the French Federation didn't allowed the players to bring company to their rooms.

But they allowed it since Kylian requested to have you to check on him like the doctor asked.

You feel his phone vibrate in your hand, the ID called showing his mother's name. "Ky, is your mom." You knock on the bathroom door.

"Pick up, I don't want to talk. S'il te plaît, mon amour." He shouts from inside.

"Hello, Miss Lamari." You say, your voice was tired.

"Oh, it's you." She sighs. "Can I talk to my son?"

"He's tired and asked me to pick the phone for him. If you want to know how he's doing, the doctor said his nose would be fine for him to play but with a protective mask. The Federation will get him one for training and the official one for the match on match day."

You explained everything, so the call was cut short. You don't have the energy or passion to do anything.

"And I can ask him to call you tomorrow, I'm sorry he can't pick up, but he's not in the mood to deal with anything today."

"Thank you for the updates." You hear the voice of Ethan. "Tell Kylian I say hi."

You smile. "I will, E."

"Bonne nuit." He says happily.

"Miss Lamari, I'll make sure Kylian calls you tomorrow before training. I'm sorry he can't right now."

"Fine, bonne nuit." She says and hangs up.

You throw the phone on the bed. Sitting on the edge. You can't take more of today than you already did.

Kylian walks out of the bathroom. Holding a towel in this hands. You wait for him to initiate a conversation. Not wanting to intrude into his thoughts.

After about five minutes of staring at him while he searches something on his luggage. You decide to speak.

"Do you want me to give you a massage?" You ask, noticing his tense muscles. "I have a warm cream."

He nods, taking his shirt off carefully. You ask him to lay in a position where his nose wasn't compromised.

You played some low music to calm him down, something very nice like jazz. You worked on his back.

He hummed, relaxing at your touch. He knows how much you wanted for him to be relaxed and to feel better after the day he had.

He fell asleep, you washed your hands and changed into your pajamas to join him in bed. It was going to be some hard weeks for him.

But you were going to be there.

You felt tired, the moving wasn't exactly the best. With some of your belongings getting lost.

"I promise they will be here by the end of the weekend." The guy from the moving company says. "We have them located. We are just waiting for a truck to send it to our warehouse."

"Thank you, I'll appreciate you speeding things for us."

You say goodbye to him, grabbing your purse to go to the mall. You needed something for the week.

Kylian asked you to pick some things he ordered from the stores. You only had three outfits, so you decided to abuse your power of his card and to take yourself shopping.

You spend quite some time in the mall, just roaming around the stores. When you head back to your new home you find a car parked in the driveway.

"I'll get these inside, Miss." The chauffeur says, you nod, thanking him for the help.

You walk inside, noticing a luggage and a box. "Hello?"

You walk into the kitchen, finding Fayza and her assistant talking and eating something. "Oh, hi."

They both turn to you. Fayza lifts her hand, saying hi. They keep their conversation. You didn't understand much of French.

When you moved to France to work, you tried to learn the language, to speak better and more naturally.

However, your work was mostly in English and Kylian, and you talked in English, and when you were with him, he translated everything to you.

Plus, you are not the best at learning new things, and French was complicated. You know how to talk with someone in a very simple conversation, but you can't fully understand a business talk or whatever talk they are having.

You walk to the fridge, taking a juice. You feel weird with both of them just ignoring your presence.

"Excuse me, Fayza is asking if her room is ready."

"I didn't knew you were coming today, so I'll go make it right now."

You walk quick upstairs, picking the sheets and everything you need to get the room ready. You make sure the bed and everything in the room is perfect.

You don't need a reason for her to tell you that something bothers her. You already have enough of those.

"Miss Lamari, the room is ready." You call from the stairs. You grab some sheets and a towel for her assistant. When you see her and Fayza walking. "Hey, this is for the guest room." You say, handing her the things.

"Did you iron the sheets like I asked Kylian? The weather is cold and I don't like cold sheets." She says.

You know she's doing this to bother you. Who irons their sheets?

"No, but I can do it. Are you okay with waiting a few more minutes?"

She rolls her eyes. "No, leave it like this."

"Okay." You smile. "Want some coffee? I just got this French press and this new coffee that tastes amaz-"

"Peux-tu te taire? tu es tellement ennuyeux" (Can you shut up? you're so annoying) She says. She walks past you, getting inside the room.

"That means that maybe later." The assistant says. Fake smiling at you.

You go back to your room, already stressed about the interaction.

You got the last box of Kylians clothes, ironing some of the clothes. You send Kylian a picture of his now very organized closet.

You hear a knock, making you walk to the door. "Fayza wants to talk to you. Come, please."

You roll your eyes at her, walking behind to the room of the mother of your boyfriend. "Yes, Miss Lamari?"

"Kylian mentioned earlier that you will work with him, I need to know what kind of work."

You blink a few times, not prepared for her to be so straightforward. "He asked me to work for the foundation."

"Okay, understood." She wrote something on a notebook. "That will not work for me, I think you can find something else."

You stand there just looking at her write things, you don't know what to say to her. Did she just fire you?

You were about to speak again, but she interrupted you. "I would love some coffee, and maybe some milk but on the side. Thank you."

You nod, walking outside and to the kitchen. You brew some coffee and grab a wood board for her sides.

You think on what to say to re open the conversation about the job. You want to have her understanding that you will be doing that job.

"Got the coffee, everything else on the side like you asked me, I even got you some of the cookies I know you like."

"Mhm." She mumbles. Not even looking at you.

"I want to talk to you about the job topic." You say, nervous about it. "I already compromised with this job and I think it's better if you talk with Kylian about the changes you want."

"I mean, if you want it to be him to repeat what I just told you, fine by me."

You take a deep breath. You don't feel like having this conversation with her. "Miss Lamari, I quit my job and left my home to come live with Kylian in Madrid. I don't think this is up for discussion. The job is the only reason why I agree to move."

"If you ask, maybe they'll hire you again. And I'm sure you can find another apartment. My assistant can help with that."

"I'll let Kylian and you discuss this when he's here in Madrid." You say, trying not to snap. "If you need anything you can call me, I'll be in my room."

You hurry, grabbing your phone to FaceTime Kylian.

"Bonjour." He says, smiling at you. "I got you the jersey you wanted." He turns his camera to show you the jersey thrown in the hotel chair.

"Thank you, that's cool." You smile. You don't want to say anything now that you see how relaxed he is. "Hey, I called to check on you. Miss you, my love."

"I do too, but only two more, hopefully." He smiles. "Hey, you told your parents about the moving?"

You make a face. "It was meh"

"Problems in paradise." He tries to joke. You half smile. "Was is that bad?"

"My mom told me that I was making a mistake by following you, that they payed a lot for my education for me to just throw it away."

"I'm sorry." He says. You can see he understands where your parents are coming from. "I wouldn't want our daughter to follow some weirdo around." He jokes.

You laugh, loving how he takes every opportunity to not only make you feel better but you mention how he sees a future with you.

"Yeah, but I will feel weird to think out daughter in law will have her parents call our son a loser or weirdo."

"When he wins a world cup like daddy, they would love him."

You forget why you even call him in the first place. You love how talking with him is so easy.

"I'll take a shower, and then I'll go to bed. I love you. I can't wait to see the game tomorrow."

"Don't eat shampoo." He jokes again, making you laugh. "Bonne nuit, amour."

"Bonne nuit, my champion." You blow him a kiss.

"Ethan, stop that." You laugh, watching him throw his nerf shots at you and Kylian. "Attack your brother, not me."

You three were back in Paris. You were lucky to get one small break in the same days Ethan got one.

"Let's drive to moms house. She will be mad if we are late for lunch." Kylian says.

You let him get up from the couch. You didn't want to go, first because she invited Kylian only and second because you already sense the tension.

"Go pick the car you want to take." You say to Ethan.

He nods excited and runs to the garage, ready to pick the lost luxurious car his brother has.

"Out your shoes on, we have to leave." Kylian says, jokingly smacking your thigh with his hand. "We don't want to be late."

You don't want to say no, but you can't just pretend you got sick in the whole minute he went to get his shoes.

"Are you sure she invited the two of us? Maybe she just wants a family only kind of lunch."

"Amour, you are family." He laughs, kissing your lips. "Plus, I think she's finally starting to open to you. She asked about you yesterday."

You wait for him to turn to roll your eyes. She did ask, but to know if you were in the house not to see you around when she arrived.

"Okay, let me get my shoes."

You grabbed your shoes, make sure you looked presentable, add some perfume and brushed your hair real quick.

"Let's go, my passenger princess." You joke with your boyfriend. Smacking his ass on your way out.

You three drive while listening to Ethans Playlist. Kylian and him were talking about a game Ethan has.

When you arrive at their mothers home, you parked. "Go inside, say hi to your mommy." You joke with him, grabbing his cheeks and squishing them.

"Rude." He pouts. Leaving and walking inside.

You exit the car slowly. You feel two hands on your shoulders. Knowing exactly who it is. "Ethan, you can't scare me."

He laughs, hugging you. "Missed you, can't wait to spend some time with you two in Madrid."

"I can't wait either, missed my little baby brother." You kiss his hand that you were holding.

The connection between Ethan and you was something nobody could break. He trusted you with his heart, and you trusted him with yours.

You two laugh at something he says to you as you walk in. You see that Melissa and the kids were there, Fayza and her sister and Kylian.

"Bonjour." You say to them. Noticing the dirty look Fayza gave you.

The rest say hello back to you. You talk with Kylians aunt, telling her about the foundation work you are doing in Spain.

The table was an 8 set. And you notice how the husband of the aunt is there. You feel weird about having to ask for an extra chair.

"Here, take my seat. I'll just grab another." He says.

"Oh, it's okay, I can't get the extra one. Please."

"Fine, but if you want it at any point, tell me." He smiles.

You grab a small stool, sitting next to Kylian, who was talking with Lana. "Bonjour, Lana." You smile. She returns the smile to you.

You notice how Fayza is serving the plates, mad expression on her face. You feel so bad about thinking coming was a good idea.

"Everything alright, mom?" Ethan asks. Noticing her face.

"Oui, just fixing something. Got extra people I wasn't expecting."

Ethan looks around. Not understanding the comment. "But, we all are here."

She just shakes her head. "I just think it's rude to come without an invitation." She whispers to him. But not quiet enough for Kylian and you to hear.

Kylian was about to say something, but his aunt was quicker. "Wait but I thought this was a family thing, and we all are here."

"Tout le monde ici n'est pas de la famille, je le dis simplement." She says. (Not everybody here is family, just saying.) Looking at you for a second.

You understood every word she said.

Kylian got mad at the comment. You were family. You were the girl he picture himself growing a family with.

You are the girl who left her whole life just to move to a foreign country for him to follow his dreams.

"Nous sommes tous une famille ici." (We all are family here) He says, mad at the comment. You grab his hand that was on his thigh. Trying to calm him down.

"And we even invite Tchaga and my friend Bruno." Ethan says.

"They are family, she is not."

Thinking about her not seeing you as family was one thing. But her telling it to your face was another. It hurted.

"Maman, c'est-" kylian began.

"Kylian, it's okay." You interrupted. "I'm leaving. Please don't start anything. This is your mother, and she's right. I'm not invited."

You try to get up, but his hand on your arm pulls you down to your seat again.

"Maman, she's not leaving." He states. "She's family to me, to Ethan and to dad."

Fayza drops the fork she's holding. Laughing at how brave and funny her son looks. "Vous continuez à rêver de choses que vous ne pouvez pas obtenir avec elle." (You keep daydreaming about things you can't get with her.) She says, knowing you don't understand much French.

"Miss Lamari, I'm leaving. I'm sorry." You get up, quicker this time for him to catch you. "I'm sorry." You say to everyone.

"Acting like the victim." She laughs. "Maybe that's why your mother doesn't like you." She smiles, knowing she just hit a soft spot.

You got quiet, looking over at Kylian, who was in shook at her words. "I'm sorry if I intruded your lunch. I'm leaving now."

You were about to walk out of the room when you hear Kylian calling your name. Making you turn your head. He was standing.

He walks over to you, grabbing your hand. "You crossed a line that I don't think you can return to. I understand you feel like every girl that got close to me was there for the money and shit, but she's not."

"Kyl-"

"No." He says louder, he's angry. "She's the woman I'm going to marry someday. She's the person I live with and who left her entire life here just to support me in my career. She's going to be the mother of my children, you like it or not." He squish your hand a little harder.

He turns to look at you, feeling hurt at the tears in your eyes.

"And if you don't apologize, then you can get used to the idea of not seeing me. Because if you don't like her around, you don't like me either."

He turns, pulling you to the entrance of the house. He slams the door behind him. Grabbing the keys and opening the car door for you.

"Can you drive?"

You nod, whipping the tears and smiling at him. "Je t'aime." You grab his face, kissing him.

He hugs you tight, resting his forehead on yours. "Let's go home, yeah?"

You nod. Pecking him. "Let's go home."

The drive was quiet, you didn't feel like talking, and he didn't know what to say.

He felt hurt by the words. He thought it was just his mother being uptight with you, but it was more.

"I'm sorry about her." He grabs your hand.

"It hurts, but I know I have you." You hug him, enjoying being in his arms. "That's all I need."

"No matter what she thinks or what anyone thinks, you have me, always will."

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insidekatmind · 3 months ago

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Our secret-Juder Bellingham

The sound of rain against the window windows filled the room, creating a relaxing but at the same time disturbing melody. You were lying on the bed, phone in your hands and a smile printed on your lips. The screen illuminated your face as your eyes read the last message from Jude.

"Are you sure he doesn’t suspect anything? I don’t know how long I can hold on without touching you in front of everyone."

You held back a laugh and responded quickly

"Don’t worry, Kylian thinks he’s the investigator of the century, but he doesn’t get it. We’re smarter than him, Jude."

Seconds later, his answer arrived.

"Smarter, you say? I want to see how smart you are when I have you in my hands."

You felt a shiver go down your back. Jude had a way of provoking you that left you speechless. It was always him who made you lose control, even with a simple message. But that secret relationship, that constant risk of being caught, made it all the more exciting.

"y/n! Come down, dinner is ready!" Kylian’s voice broke the spell. You got up quickly, taking one last look at the phone before turning it off and putting it in your pocket.

"Here I come!" you answered as you dressed your sweatshirt and looked at yourself in the mirror. There must be nothing strange in your behavior, no clue that could raise suspicion to your brother.

When you got to the kitchen, you found Kylian sitting at the table with a quiet expression as his phone was running. Your brother always had that leading air, a controlling aura that made everyone afraid. But you were his younger sister, and if there was anyone who could challenge him, it was you.

"Finally! It took you a lifetime to get down," she said, giving you a look of reproof.

"Sorry, I was texting a friend of mine," you lied naturally, sitting next to him.

"Who friend?" he asked with an raised eyebrow, as if he could really guess everything with a single question.

"Chiara, you know her," you replied nonchalantly, taking a fork and sticking a potato out of your plate. He nodded, visibly uninterested.

Your phone has vibrated slightly in the pocket of your jeans. You tried to ignore it, but the thought of it being Jude made you want to check it out right away. You waited for the right moment, took advantage of a distraction from Kylian, and pulled out your phone under the table.

"I’m coming to Kylian’s to watch the game. Get ready."

Your heart started beating faster. It didn’t warn you before. The tension started to rise. With a deep breath, you answered quickly.

"You should have told me before! Idiot."

Jude answered immediately

"I like to see you in trouble, honey."

You clenched your lips, trying to keep calm. You couldn’t let yourself be betrayed by the blush that was coming up on your face. You got up from the table, looking for an excuse." I go to my room, I’m tired," you said to Kylian, who’s eyes were up.

"After you get off, there is the game. Play the monk, I do not want to hear excuses,"ordered you as if it were your father.

"Yes, yes," you answered in a pissed-off tone, but you actually knew you’d have to come down, especially if Jude was there.

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Later, the door of the house opened and you heard the voices of Kylian and Jude talking in the living room. Jude’s voice was unmistakable, warm and confident, with that relaxed tone that made you feel like you were always in the center of attention.

"Brother, your team has no chance tonight," said Jude, laughing loudly. "Prepare for defeat."

"Yeah, how not. We’ll see who laughs in the end," Kylian replied with a competitive tone.

You came down slowly, trying not to attract attention. When you got to the living room door, you saw them sitting on the sofa. Jude wore a black sweatshirt and sporty pants. His eyes noticed you immediately, even though he pretended not to see you. But you knew him too well. That micro-smile he had on his face was only for you.

"Here you are," said Kylian, beckoning to come closer. "Sit with us."

You snorted but sat in the middle of Jude and Kylian. The latter was too focused on the game to notice how Jude looked at you, his dark eyes following your every move. You felt his gaze burn on you.

"Comfortable?" he asked you in a provocative tone, without taking his eyes off the screen.

"I’m better without your voice in my ears," you said sour, but you crossed his gaze and saw the spark of defiance in his eyes.

Jude laughed softly, looking down at his hands. It was a continuous game between you two. A silent battle where you both tried to have the last word. But when Kylian wasn’t there, you knew who was always winning.

At one point, Kylian got up to go into the kitchen and you felt your heart racing. It was time. As soon as the kitchen door closed, Jude moved to your side. His hand touched your leg, and you held your breath.

"I missed you," he whispered in the lowest, warmest voice ever.

You swallowed, feeling his fingers caress your thigh.

"You’re crazy, Kylian can come back,"you answered in a low voice, but you didn’t move.

"Then we better hurry," he said with a haughty smirk.

Your heart was beating so fast you were afraid he could hear it. But, as risky as it was, you couldn’t help it. No one was to know, but that secrecy made it all the more exciting.

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rmadridcore · 3 months ago

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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.

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haartemis · 26 days ago

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THE ALCHEMY | PART IV

pairing: kylian mbappe x fem!reader

word count: 6.7k

warnings: smut

summary: working at real madrid is a dream come true— until kylian mbappe, football's biggest star and the last person you ever want to see, joins the club. as tensions rise between you two and the lines between frustration and fascination blur, you wonder: can you truly resist the man you've sworn to hate?

A/N: as always, let me know what yall think :)

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE

two months later

he dreams of you.

it’s not the first time. but it is the first time it feels this real - like you’re actually there, warm and soft beneath him, your body a magnet, pulling him in like gravity itself.

he’s between your thighs, the view in front of him making his head spin. you’re already soaked, needy and desperate, and fuck, that does something to him. his fingers skim the inside of your thigh, spreading you open further. he watches you intently, the way your chest rises and falls, the way your lips part as you breathe out a soft, pleading "kylian…"

his name, spilling from your lips like a prayer.

he groans.

"this good?" he murmurs, dark eyes flickering up to meet yours.

you nod quickly, impatient.

he chuckles, smug, because he loves seeing you like this, loves the way you can barely stay still, the way you need him.

"are you always this greedy?" he teases, dragging a finger through your slick heat.

your breath hitches, hips twitching as you chase his touch.

"are you always this slow?" you manage to quip.

he smirks. you’re never one to hide your annoyance at him.

then he leans in.

the first swipe of his tongue makes you gasp. he groans at the taste of you, wet and addictive, and he instantly wants more. he devours you like it’s his favorite thing in the world, his mouth soft but insistent, a little teasing.

you fall apart for him. your fingers press against his close cropped hair, nails grazing his scalp, and he grins against you because he likes that - likes the way you lose yourself, the way you let him ruin you.

he flicks his tongue against your clit, then sucks, slow and deep.

"fuck-" you gasp, back arching, and that’s it - that’s the sound he wants, the sound he could listen to forever.

"knew you’d be this sweet for me" he murmurs, the words vibrating against your skin.

his fingers slide inside you, easing in effortlessly, curling just right. you’re so warm, so tight around him, and fuck - his cock throbs at the thought of being buried inside you instead.

"you feel good" he rasps, voice thick with desire.

you just moan in response, pressing yourself against his mouth. desperate. needy. perfect.

he wants you completely undone. so he moves his fingers faster, deep, precise, and your whole body trembles.

"kylian" you pant, whimpering, losing control, on the edge.

"let go" he commands softly. "come for me"

and you do. you break apart, shattering, and he groans at the way you grip the nape of his neck, the way you cry out for him.

he keeps going until you’re whimpering, until you can barely catch your breath, until he knows you feel him even in your bones.

when you finally slump back against the sheets, wrecked, he drags his mouth up your body, lips wet as he leans into your ear. this time, his voice isn’t cocky. its soft, almost vulnerable. " ma cherie, don’t disappear on me again, please"

kylian’s eyes snap open, chest rising and falling with slow, heavy breaths. his body is hot, his sheets are twisted, and his pulse is still pounding. for a brief second, he isn’t sure if he’s still dreaming, if he can still taste you on his tongue, still feel the ghost of your fingers against his scalp.

but then reality crashes down on him - he’s alone in his bed, embarrassingly hard from a sex dream where he was giving head to someone he hasn’t spoken to in two months.

yes, you haven’t seen or spoken to each other in two months.

two months since you were pressed against him, your body writhing with pleasure on his lap, every pretense and restraint dropped. since you fell asleep against his chest, the soft glow of the tv casting shadows while meg ryan and billy crystal got their happy ending on the screen. he remembers it vividly - the scent of your perfume. holding his breath, trying to slow his pounding heart, hoping you wouldn’t hear it.

his own words from the dream echo in his head. don’t disappear on me again, please.

like dream-kylian had any right to say that.

this was his doing. his MO, executed to perfection. he'd thought that if he put enough space between you, whatever this was - this annoying, unrelenting pull that so far he’s pretended is nothing more than sexual attraction - would fade. if he ignored the way you looked at him that night on his couch, if he pretended it hadn’t meant anything, then eventually, it wouldn’t. except it hasn’t.

he was good at this, keeping people at arm’s length, creating just enough distance to keep himself safe. but this time, it doesn’t feel protective. it feels like suffocation.

after that movie night at his place, you’d both floated vague plans to stay in touch. nothing concrete - just the kind of half-promises made in the soft haze of a morning after. kylian was heading into a relentless stretch of the season, bouncing between competitions, sometimes playing three matches a week. and you, working for the club, understood better than most how demanding a footballer’s schedule could be.

there were no real expectations, from either of you. but there had been an understanding- an unspoken acknowledgment that the all-out loathing had morphed into something else.

he’d known from the start that you wouldn’t be the one to reach out first. you’d make him chase you, let him feel the weight of his mistakes. it was your way of punishing him for his antics, and maybe, deep down, he knew he deserved it.

but days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months and he never reached out and neither did you. there were no more coincidental run-ins, no more crossing paths by chance. you worked in the corporate offices, far removed from the world of valdebebas where he spent his days. its been a stretch of time full of silence, distance, of not seeing each other at all.

now, two months later, with your dream moans still echoing in his head, he wonders if he miscalculated. if maybe, this time, the game he was so used to playing was costing him more than he expected.

it's a shoot day for kylian, an ad for one of the club sponsors. he’s already on set, ready to go, but for some reason, the production team isn’t. apparently, someone essential from the marketing department is missing. he tries to hide his impatience; his schedule is relentless, every minute accounted for and time spent waiting is time he could be using to decompress, even if just for a moment.

he’s letting out an irritated huff when the door barges open and you walk into the room, frazzled , out of breath, and looking completely out of place. kylian’s face drops, because, well, he doesn’t expect to see you here at all.

“julia had an emergency” you’re murmuring to the production assistant. “everyone else from marketing is on that retreat, so she asked me to fill in. it was very last minute, i came here as soon as i could”

kylian shuffles on his feet as he watches you converse with the production team, nervously waiting for you to look up and notice him. his eyes zero in on your hands, on the ring on your pinkie finger - gold, with an intricate engraving at the center. you play with it absentmindedly, turning as you speak.

the photographer, taller than kylian, scruffy looking, and far too familiar for his liking, seems to notice it too.

"that’s a beautiful ring" he remarks, stepping closer to you. "vintage?"

you glance up, caught slightly off guard. "oh-yeah, it was my grandfather’s”

the photographer grins, nodding in admiration. "where's it from?"

his tone is friendly, maybe just being curious.

“he bought it in morocco, back in the eighties” you say, smiling genuinely.

this irritates kylian. immediately, he hates that you’re smiling at this guy while not even sparing him a glance. he hates the fact that he’s never noticed that ring before, that he doesn’t know the story behind it, that some random photographer has now seen more of you in the past five minutes than kylian has in the past two months.

finally, he interjects, voice sharper than intended. "can we get started?"

the photographer blinks, momentarily thrown off, before nodding and moving along to set up the shot. you, however, finally acknowledge kylian with a detached and professional: “good morning, kylian”

that’s it. you look down to your clipboard before he can respond, already focused on something else. feeling dismissed, kylian just walks away.

the shoot drags. kylian’s patience ,which was never in abundance to begin with this morning, is wearing thin. the lights are hot (which means the room is hot), the photographer keeps making him repeat the same movements, and the jersey he has on is kind of itchy.

then there’s you. your nonchalance only builds on his irritation. he doesn’t like that you’re standing there flipping through your notes like this is any other work day. doesn’t like that you’re answering questions, talking with the photographer, even laughing a little all while acting like he’s just another player to manage.

when the photographer finally calls for a break, kylian walks straight to you, stopping just close enough that you have to acknowledge him.

"let’s get lunch after this"

it’s not a request. more of a statement, delivered in what he hopes is a confident tone.

you don’t even glance up from your clipboard. "no"

his jaw flexes. "why?"

this time, you do look at him, your expression so blank it makes his stomach tighten.

"i already have plans" you say, tone flat. "meeting a friend"

"cancel" he says before he can stop himself.

you raise your eyebrows. "excuse me?"

"cancel" he repeats, slower this time. "have lunch with me instead"

you let out an incredulous chuckle, amusement flickering in your eyes, like you can’t believe his audacity. "oh so because kylian mbappé decided he wants my attention today i’m obligated to drop everything right?"

"that’s not -"

"no, because this is interesting" you continue. "two months of silence, and now i’m supposed to rearrange my plans just because you’re suddenly feeling social"

kylian cringes hard at himself. he rubs his fingers between his brows, exhaling sharply. “okay, yeah. that came out bad, i’m sorry”

“i’ll try again” he straightens, clearing his throat. “can i take you out to lunch or dinner? any time you’re free”

“no” you snap immediately, rolling your eyes. “and can you get the fuck on with this stupid shoot? the sooner you do what the photographer asks, the sooner we can all leave this sauna” you point to his hairline. “and better get the good shots in before your sprayed on corners melt”

kylian’s completely speechless as you flash him the sweetest, fakest smile and saunter away, leaving him standing alone. he should be annoyed. maybe even embarrassed. instead, his lips twitch, fighting back a grin.

he doesn’t know why he’s drawn to someone so hellbent on putting him in his place, but he is. and god help him he likes it.

joining a book club might just be the most ridiculous thing kylian has ever done for a woman. and you're not even his woman (yet).

he gets the idea from his mother. they’re in a meeting discussing a project for his foundation when she notices how often he glances at his phone, hoping for a reply to the texts he keeps sending you. none come, of course. you’re nothing if not stubborn.

"what’s wrong?" she asks finally.

"nothing" kylian mutters.

she gives him a look, one he’s known since childhood, the kind that strips away any chance of deception. don’t even try lying to me.

he caves immediately. “waiting for someone to text me”

“y/n, the girl you claim you hate but won’t admit you like” she says matter of factly. then her brows furrow in a mix of confusion and mild disgust. “why aren’t you texting first?”

“i am” he says, as if it’s obvious. “and how do you know about her?”

“your brother loves to sing about your less than finer moments” she says as she shuffles her notes. “something about a watch and throwing a fit at a restaurant?”

kylian snorts. “ i didn’t throw a fit, and that’s not even the whole story”

she gives him an unimpressed look, the kind that says go on then. he hesitates for a moment, then decides to let it all out - because his mother is his confidant, always has been. he tells her everything, sparing only the explicit details, of course. no need to mention his self sabotaging tendencies either, she knows him better than anyone after all.

when he’s done, she just sighs. “mon coeur, you have a bad habit of getting in your own way”

kylian stays quiet, staring at the floor. he knows she’s right. he’s always known.

after a moment, she nudges his foot with hers. “so, what are you going to do about it?”

he looks up, jaw tight. “i don’t know”

she clicks her tongue. "figure it out, before someone emotionally available and uninterested in wasting her time comes around and sweeps her off her feet"

kylian groans, dropping his head into his arms. “the thing is, I don’t even know how to see her. she’s ignoring me as it is. how am I supposed to -”

“get creative” she interrupts, smirking now, thoroughly entertained by his suffering. “read a romance novel or something. maybe it’ll give you an idea”

it clicks for him just then. at rafael’s dinner party, you’d mentioned a book club offhandedly, saying that’s how you two knew each other.

the next day at training, he sidles up to the physio, voice carefully casual. "what’s the book of the month?"

rafael blinks at him, caught off guard. "what?"

“the book club” kylian clarifies, like it’s something he always asks about. “what are you guys reading?”

rafael gives him a look, but he humors him and tells him the title.

“i love that book!”

rafael squints. "really? you read?"

"of course" kylian lies. he hasn’t touched a book since he was in school.

he claps rafael on the back. “i should join your next meeting. would love to discuss it. such a lovely read, I mean-”

“sure” the physio says, still eyeing him like he’s lost his mind. “you should know its just me and y/n though, and we do a lot of talking. you should come prepared”

and kylian does prepare. as soon as training ends, he texts his assistant asking to pick up the book, and by the time he gets home, the paperback is waiting for him. he immediately dives in. it’s just as boring an activity as he remembered from school; his eyes skim, his mind wanders, but he endures. because, somehow, there’s a need to impress. a desire to make you think highly of him. so he reads. and when he’s done, he finds analysis videos on youtube and watches them too.

when the sunday of the meeting comes, rafael texts to the both of you that his cat is not feeling well and he has to take it to the vet. kylian quickly texts back - hope your cat’s okay - all while in disbelief at his luck; he’s getting one on one time with you, which is something he wasn’t expecting at all. it feels like divine intervention. bless rafael’s cat. may its suffering not be in vain.

he calls you next. surprisingly you pick up.

“why are you hijacking my book club?” you demand before he can even get a word in.

“I’m not hijacking” kylian says innocently. “i politely asked to join. anyway, do you want to come to my place instead of your usual cafe? you know its a hassle for me to get around in public”

“your place? ” you laugh. “so you can get me in your bed again?”

“we didn’t make it to my bed last time” kylian smirks. “we can fix that though, if you’d like”

“i'll pass” you mutter. “It's either the cafe or nothing”

then you hang up.

kylian, somewhat anxiously, puts on a mask and a cap, and makes his way to the cafe you and rafael frequent for your two person book club.

he gets there first, and when you finally walk in, his eyes lock onto you. there’s an effortless confidence in your walk, your posture perfect, and of course you make heads turn. for a brief moment, his mind runs wild and falls into a daydream. he imagines you beside him on a red carpet, a possessive hand on the small of your back as you pose for the cameras. the ritual he usually dreads, turned into a spectacle where he gets to show you off. it’s a fleeting thought, but clear: if you were his, he’d want the world to know.

you take a seat across from him, murmuring your greetings. again, kylian is struck by your beauty, by the way you effortlessly infiltrate his senses, leaving no room for anything else.

"you're late," kylian says as you settle into your seat.

"oops" you reply, entirely unbothered.

he huffs out a laugh, then signals the waiter. coffee for you, herbal tea for him - he doesn’t do caffeine.

“how are you?” he asks. “how’s life? did you cut your hair again, by the way? It looks nice”

you blink, caught off guard. “...yes” then, with a smirk: “you pay too much attention to me, lottin. you need a hobby”

you tap the book on the table, a clear attempt to steer the conversation away from yourself. “like reading, maybe. how’d you like this one?”

kylian slides the book away from your reach. "first i want to say sorry-"

you groan, cutting him off. "not this again"

“no, i’m serious” kylian exhales. here goes - first time being honest about this to someone out loud. “ i tend to self sabotage sometimes, to run away when i get scared - emotionally i mean. that's why i've sort of gone quiet the past couple months. it's been like that for a long time, and obviously its nothing to do with you and everything to do with me”

“clearly” you snort.

kylian gawks at you.

you arch a brow. "what? you think i was sitting here wondering, why isn’t he calling me? there must be something wrong with me?" you scoff. "i’m a catch. obviously you’re the problem"

you flick a stray curl out of your face, smirking, and kylian can’t help but stare.

then, leaning in, your voice drops, more serious now. "it wasn’t like that at first, though. i resented you for how you treated me that night in paris. it messed with my self esteem for a while. you made me feel... inadequate” a pause. “but now i know better. you were the problem, not me. so, like... it’s whatever. and you did apologize"

his stomach twists. he knew he'd hurt you that night, but hearing it put so plainly and so directly makes him hate himself a little for it.

he meets your gaze again, face turning more solemn. " i'm really sorry for that. i regret it so much.. i think it's the ugliest manifestation of my stupid issues, and it had to be on you, someone i really liked from the get go"

you play with a napkin on the table. "and after the night at your place… well, you said it yourself. you run"

"i want to change" kylian says earnestly. "i want to do better, because i like you. and i want to get to know you, not just sleep with you, and -"

the waiter arrives with your drinks, cutting him off. kylian silently prays he hasn't overheard much of your conversation - the last thing he wants and needs is his business to be all over the internet.

"thanks" he murmurs to the waiter as he watches you take a careful first sip of your cappuccino. a small cloud of foam clings to your lips, and he watches, slightly transfixed, as your tongue peeks out of your mouth and lick it away. this shouldn't be as sensual as it is, but kylian who’s been left to fend for himself with nothing but his hands lately (and is bizarrely haunted by dreams where he begs for you) finds the simple action oddly obscene. he’s so distracted, he barely registers the sting when he tears open a sugar packet too carelessly, the sharp edge giving him a papercut. kylian snaps his eyes away from you, hissing under his breath and shaking his hand out.

"smooth" you tease, watching him examine the tiny wound.

he glances up at you, a small smile on his face. "you want to kiss it better?"

“you’re such a baby” you sigh, shaking your head.

but then you reach across the table, taking his hand in yours, running your thumb over the tiny cut. kylian stills, his breath hitching a little.

you slip your hand into your bag and pull out a tube of aquaphor. he watches, swallowing, as you dab his finger with a napkin. there’s something absurdly intimate about it, the tenderness in your touch, the way you hold his hand like it's something delicate. “anyway” he says, voice quieter now, “what i was getting at before is that i promise i'll cut out this bullshit going forward. obviously i haven't done much to prove my worth, but i want to show you. can i take you out on a date?”

you don’t look up as you smooth a tiny amount of ointment over the cut. "kylian, you say you want to change. i want to believe you, because i like you too, and i want to get to know you better. but first you need to prove to me you actually mean what you say"

"there" you say when you’re done. you meet his gaze, your touch featherlight. “all better”

not quite.

for a moment, disappointment flickers inside him. rejection, no matter how gentle, stings. and kylian isn’t used to that feeling. but it doesn’t linger, not really, because kylian thrives on challenges. his entire life has been built on discipline, persistence, proving himself to people. he has never ever wanted anything more than to be worthy of the things he desires most. and if that’s what it takes to win you over, then so be it.

his fingers shift, brushing against yours, his grip tightening just slightly. when he speaks, it’s with quiet conviction: "i will"

you give him a shy smile, a hopeful one. for now its enough.

"okay" he blurts, a few moments later. "can we talk about the book now? i actually did read it "

you laugh, and its the best sound he’s heard in a while.

three months later

"mbappé is so well spoken" ana, your co-worker from the comms department, remarks over lunch one day, her tone full of admiration. "not too wordy, always straight to the point. every time i upload his press conference quotes, i’m like, ‘damn’”

"i know, right?" you perk up slightly. "he’s actually really smart. i don’t think people give him enough credit for that, and he’s also-"

you stop mid-sentence, suddenly aware of the way your friends are staring at you, wide eyed, like you've just declared the earth is flat.

"am i hearing this right?" daniel asks, incredulous. "are you... complimenting mbappé?"

you shrug, quickly dropping your gaze to your food, hoping they won’t make a big deal out of it.

“he’s a decent guy, i’ve realized” you shrug, trying to sound casual. in reality, and not for the first time, a paranoid part of you feels like you let something slip, like i have a crush on kylian mbappé is suddenly embarrassingly scrawled across your forehead in big bold letters.

you can’t help but find it amusing, how everything has shifted since the three months since he said he’d ‘prove’ himself to you. what started as pure loathing, then morphed into annoyance, then grudging respect and acceptance of attraction, is now teetering on something more scary. your entire perspective on him is being rewritten. that supposed arrogance? turns out, it was just confidence, a man aware of his capabilities and potential, someone moving through life unapologetically self-assured. and that self-absorbed image you once had of him? it couldn’t be farther from the truth – you see it now, in the way he interacts with people around him, how everyone who knows him speaks highly of him, the way he quirks his eyebrows whenever he gives someone his undivided attention in conversation , eyes sparkling slightly.

yes, you think about his eyes sparkling often. it's quite troubling.

he’s a regular fixure in your life now, a constant you never thought he’d become the day you saw him walk into your office for the very first time. a close friend, if you will.

it started with him showing up to the book club again. you’d thought it was a one time thing the first time, but kylian kept coming, kept reading the books. then he started inviting you over whenever ethan visited (you’d stayed in touch with his little brother over instagram, bonding over your shared love for bullying kylian). little by little, you got to know him better, and it was terrifying, because everything you learned just made you like him more.

there’s no denying he’s your dream man, kind, ambitious, funny. he gets on your nerves a lot; you bicker over the most trivial things, and somehow, every argument leaves you wanting to kiss him senseless. not that he doesn’t know. he probably knows full well how much you want him, but this time he’s waiting for you to break first. after all, you’re the one who set an ultimatum.

you never thought there'd be a list of things about him you'd find endearing, but there are: his very loud laugh, which never fails to make you smile, the childlike joy he gets from playing football, he way he adorably messes up the pronunciation of some english words in an effort to sound perfect.

time passes. your liking of him grows. for his birthday, you get him a cake that says happy birthday to my fave manwhore who can’t drive. he gives you a long, slightly confused look when he sees it, and that same evening, you and kylian spend his 26th birthday watching clueless.

you send him memes of himself, clips from tiktok of people making fun of his interviews. there are some edits, the kind that make your eyes go wide that you save but don’t send. not that you’re lacking in kylian thirst traps: when he goes to dubai for christmas break, he sends you shirtless pictures unprovoked, to which you keep replying with a '???' but stare at for far too long.

he sends you pictures of himself at the beach too, playing with his niece and nephew who he doesn’t get to see nearly enough these days because of the distance. one evening, you even meet his niece over facetime, a sweet, chatty little girl who instantly makes things awkward by asking if you’re tonton kyky’s girlfriend. her mother hurriedly comes into frame profusely apologizing, before whisking her daughter away. kylian just chuckles awkwardly and changes the subject.

you joke that he should throw away his bucket hats if he ever wants a shot at taking you out. the next day, he’s not wearing one, opting for a cap instead. when you clarify that you were joking (because, unfortunately, his sometimes questionable fashion sense isn’t putting you off this man), the ugly bucket hats make a triumphant return.

when he gets back, he gifts you a corny will you be my habibti? t shirt and an expensive bottle of perfume. that’s another thing you learn about kylian: he’s generous to people he cares about. with his money, yes, but also with his time - what little of it he actually gets to dictate. he’s attentive, remembering things you mention offhandedly, things even you forget you’ve said.

and you can’t help it, you open up to him, confiding in him your fears, your anxieties. you tell him your growing dissatisfaction at your job, how your boss keeps singing your praises but drags his feet on the promotion he said would come months ago. how you’re secretly interviewing at other jobs, testing the waters, seeing if there’s anything else out there that’s going to enable the growth you envision for yourself. little by little, kylian lets you in a well, telling you about how it really feels adjusting to life in madrid, how the loneliness he initially felt was waning thanks to his new friends, his teammates he’s now closer to, and you. it makes your stomach flutter, the knowledge that you’re becoming an important part of his daily life, like he is becoming in yours.

one day, while working from home, your laptop propped on the kitchen table, you hear an insistent knock at the door. when you open it, you’re met with an unexpected sight - kylian, standing on your doorstep, holding a massive bouquet of flowers and a small gift bag.

"kylian?" you blink, caught off guard. "what are you doing here?" then, before he can answer, you add quickly "come in"

you step aside to let him in, still trying to process his presence in your tiny apartment. he shouldn’t be here, not when he’s recovering from a flu that’s kept him out of the copa del rey match today. you’d sent him a text checking on him in the morning, and the worrying update he’d given afterwards was a brief complaint about the fever being bad enough that he had to warn the coaching staff. so you really didn’t expect him to see him at your door today.

yet here he is, cheeks slightly puffy, eyes watery and bleary with exhaustion, bundled up in a warm sweater.

“congratulations!” he says weakly, brandishing the flowers to you. “had to personally deliver these”

you take the beautiful flowers from his hand, face heating, not really sure what you’re being congratulated for. “...thank you?”

he sees the confusion on your face. “i heard you got that promotion. your boss is a blabber mouth by the way, i ran into him at the car park the other day”

“ohh” you say in realization, chuckling. “thanks. i’m not taking the promotion, though. i actually just put in my two week notice. i got the job i was telling you about”

kylian's brows lift in surprise, and for a moment, he just stares at you, processing your words. then, slowly, he grins.

“no way” his voice is hoarse and croaky from being sick, but there’s warmth in it. you can tell he’s really happy for you. “you got it?”

“i got it” you confirm, a little breathless, still getting used to saying it out loud.

his eyes soften, and he shoves the small gift bag into your hands. “open it”

you rip off the wrapping and find a jewelry box inside. when you open it, a beautiful gold necklace catches your eye. you can’t help but gasp a little, totally taken by how pretty the pendant is as you hold it up to the light. but then you gasp even louder when you realize the pendant has the same design as the signet ring you’ve had forever - your grandfather’s ring, the one you’ve kept all these years.

“how-what-” you stutter, totally speechless.

kylian watches you with a small smile, clearly enjoying your reaction. "i saw you wearing the ring during that photoshoot a while back" he says. "and when i went to morocco a couple weeks ago.. well you know i have my ways-” he winks, but sneezes loudly immediately after, throwing off his attempt at being smooth. “- anyway, i asked around and found the jeweler who made it, and luckily they’re still in business. had them make a matching necklace”

“thank you, kylian,” you say softly, blinking against the tears welling up in your eyes. this is, without a doubt, the most thoughtful gift you’ve ever received. you run your fingers over the pendant, still in awe, your chest tightening with something overwhelming and warm

before you can overthink it, you step forward and wrap your arms around him. he stiffens for half a second, probably because you never hug him, but then he melts into it, sighing against your hair as his arms slide around your waist.

“i really love it” you mumble against his shoulder.

“yeah?” his voice is quieter.

“yeah”

he pulls back slightly, just enough to look at you. his hands linger at your waist, maybe intentionally, and you don’t miss his eyes flickering down to your lips for a second.

“come here” he murmurs. “i want to put it on you”

you turn around, heart hammering as he gently lifts your hair and clasps the necklace around your neck. his fingers brush against your skin, and you feel goosebumps rise where he’s touched you. you don’t want his touch to leave you.

“perfect” he says, and when you turn back to face him, he’s already watching you like he’s thinking the same thing.

but of course, the moment is ruined when he screws up his face, and after muttering a quick ‘sorry’, sneezes loudly.

with his grand romantic gesture interrupted by sneezing two times now, you sit him down on your couch and make him tea, and somehow, some minutes later he ends up stretched out on your couch like he lives here, bundled up in a blanket he stole from your bed.

“you know what’s great about you quitting?” kylian mutters from the couch. “i mean, besides the pay raise and growth opportunities you’ll get at your new job”

you hum in expectation, raising an eyebrow as you glance over from your laptop.

“we when we start dating, it won’t cause complications” he says, chuckling. “you won’t have to tell hr, or anything”

“when, and not if?” you tease. “that confident?”

“very confident” he says. “and you know what, i already know where our first date will be: paris. I’ll show you my city”

you laugh, shaking your head at him.

you fall into a comfortable silence where you keep working, fingers tapping against the keyboard as he lounges there, half asleep. every now and then, you hear him shift, adjusting the blanket or sighing softly. at one point, he mutters something incoherent, and when you glance over, he’s blinking at you sleepily, like he’s fighting to stay awake.

“what?” you ask.

he just stares at you for a second, eyes heavy lidded, voice thick with exhaustion when he finally says, “nothing. just.. you look nice when you’re focused”

your fingers falter over the keyboard. you try to ignore the way your pulse stutters at his words, how the weight of his gaze lingers on you even after he closes his eyes again.

thankfully for kylian, being a football prodigy means he has never known (and will never know) the trauma of a microsoft teams notification ping. so he sleeps on, undisturbed, curled up in the middle of your space like he belongs there.

you touch the necklace laying on your chest every couple minutes as you work. your eyes keep wandering to the flowers now sitting in a vase. you’re so giddy, so happy to be seen and to be known like this. and all from the man napping on your couch. the person you thought you’d never like as a person, much less romantically. funny how life works.

employees get the occasional perk: a ticket to a home game at the bernabeu. seeing as these are your last few days as a real madrid employee, you don’t want to miss what could be your final chance to watch a match from the stands. you want to soak it up, to fully live in it.

so here you are, inside the stadium, weaving through the crowd on your way to your seat. but first, a quick stop at the restroom - you’ve come straight from the office after a long day, and you could use a splash of cold water to the face.

as you stand at the sink, washing your hands, you catch a woman glancing at you in the mirror. when you turn to offer a polite smile, she meets your gaze.

“hi” she says warmly. “you probably don’t remember me, but i remember you”

you blink, trying to place her. “hi…yeah, i don’t think i do” you admit sheepishly.

she laughs. “no worries. you must have a lot of people running around like headless chickens, asking where the conference rooms are”

and then it clicks. last year, in the office, on your way to the break room, she had stopped you to ask for directions. she even complimented your nails, you remember now.

“i do remember!” you brighten. yet, something about her still tugs at you, like you’ve seen her face a thousand times before.

“i was here negotiating my son’s contract” she adds with a knowing smile.

and that’s when it hits you. the resemblance is unmistakable. she looks just like him.

“oh” your stomach flips. this isn’t how you imagined meeting kylian’s mother. “well, i’m glad you’re back, its good to see you again. i hope you enjoy the match tonight”

you move to dry your hands, but she stops you, eyes twinkling. “ you’re y/n, right? i’ve heard a lot about you.” her tone is teasing. “why don’t you join me tonight? the seats are pretty nice”

and just like that, you find yourself watching the game from the vip section, seated next to kylian’s mother.

before kickoff, you shoot kylian a quick text: ran into your mom and now we’re sitting together. she’s already told me a million embarrassing stories, and i’ll dig for more if you bore me!!

he doesn’t bore you. in fact, the entire team plays what is probably their best match of the season. kylian scores a hat trick, and the stadium erupts with every goal. his mother remains composed each time he scores, but you catch the glint of pride in her eyes, the quiet joy of a mother watching her son finally hit his stride after a rough start to the season.

after the match, fayza invites you to join her and kylian for dinner at his house. you hesitate, not wanting to intrude on what’s likely one of the rare moments they get to catch up, but she doesn’t let you get away that easily.

“please” she insists. “i want to get to know my son’s best friend in madrid”

you don’t stand a chance. now you understand where kylian gets his charm from.

“okay” you say, smiling shyly as you nod.

together, you make your way to the underground car park to wait for him. he’s still making his rounds—talking to journalists, answering questions, stopping for pictures with fans. it’s quieter down here, the hum of engines and the distant murmur of departing spectators filling the space. from where you stand, you catch glimpses of him through the crowd. his energy is magnetic. it’s his night, his hattrick, his triumph, and the joy radiating off of him is infectious.

when he finally joins you, he’s bouncing his signed match ball against the floor, his excitement still buzzing through him. his mother greets him first, and then he turns to you, wrapping you in a tight hug that catches you off guard. he smells like body wash and his usual cologne, the warmth of his hoodie pressed against you, and beneath it all, you can hear the steady, fast beat of his heart.

“congratulations” you murmur. “you were amazing”

“thanks” he grins again, bouncing the ball again before holding it up to you and pulling out a sharpie from his pocket. “can you sign this for me?”

you blink at him, surprised. “me?”

he nods, his expression softening. “it’s your last day here. i feel like we should mark it somehow”

the sentiment catches you off guard, but you’re extremely touched. kylian has been surprising you a lot lately. and every single day, you keep falling.

you take the sharpie from him, searching for a free spot among the messages from his teammates - inside jokes, congratulations, doodles squeezed between signatures. finally, you find a space just big enough. you hesitate for a second, then, biting back a smile, you write:

congratulations, ky <3. trip to paris to celebrate?

later, in the car, the night stretching out around you, you sit side by side in the backseat. somehow, your hands find each other in the dark, fingers intertwining like second nature. his thumb brushes absentmindedly over the back of your hand as if he’d done it a hundred times before.

you watch as he turns the match ball in his lap, examining the messages under the shifting yellow glow of the streetlights. then, he pauses. his fingers trace over your writing slowly, as if reading it again and again.

when he finally looks up, his smile is so wide his dimples pop. and in that moment, you know he knows he’s won.

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Just the Two of Us | KM9

Genre: angst/fluff

Words: 2.7 K

Synopsis: when Kylian misunderstands your worries and you end up having an argument, he tries to make it up to you.

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You look around you. You try taking in the glamour and let it consume you whole like the first hundred times.

You shook your head, feeling so ungrateful for feeling tired. For feeling sick of doing this every weekend because of your boyfriend's career.

There's always a party, an award ceremony, a get together to celebrate one of his many trophies, a game. Just thinking about being in another dress less than a week from where you were sitting sent your head spinning.

"My girlfriend" your boyfriend's warm fingertips caused you to turn quickly and stand up from your table's seat, pulling you out of your thoughts. You plaster on a smile that you recently learned to fake as you shook the guy's hand.

"Happy to meet you" you assured him as you pulled your hand away. Kylian spoke with him some more and you laughed along at a joke he said before he left you both at your table to go meet up with his friends.

Kylian sat next to you, took your hand and couldn't shake off the feeling you were upset. He panicked as he ran through his had, trying to justify your distance. He couldn't find a single thing.

In the car, you stay silent the whole way, unintentionally sending Kylian into an even bigger panic. You were giving him the silent treatment without evening meaning to. You were just too exhausted.

He just chose to admire your face as you both sat in the back seat of the Mercedes the event had booked for you. You notice his fascinated eyes on you, but you couldn't turn to look at him. You didn't want to. You couldn't justify why you were so angry with him. It's not his fault he's amazing at what he does. But you also wished he made some more time for just the two of you.

He opens the door of your shared home for you and you walk in. Just when the door clicks shut behind him and you were almost on your way upstairs, he grabs your hand and turns you around to face him.

You look down at his hand holding yours, feeling his mesmerized eyes on your face. You fear the impending confrontation, but pray that it pays off.

"What's wrong?" He asks quietly. You stroke his hand with your thumb, getting nervous by the second. You muster up the courage.

"I'm tired, Kylian" you admit. He chuckles and looks to his left before carrying you in his arms.

"Well, we're already home" he touches your forehead with his and you touch his face with your fingertips.

"No, like" you sigh and turn your head away from him. He puts you down and frowns, sensing an argument brewing.

"I'm just...Kylian it's like we never have time together anymore" you try clarifying but his frown deepens.

"I don't get it. We literally live together and we just-"

"I know! But we're always together, yet surrounded by too many people and never alone!" You start getting more frustrated and he starts getting defensive.

"Maybe because you're dating a football player?" He raises a brow and you roll your eyes.

"I know. And that's not what I'm complaining about. It's just that I wish you'd make more time for just the two of us" you try quieting down, but Kylian doesn't. He runs a hand over his face, clearly frustrated. You frown, studying his every move as he turned around and away from you.

"What-"

"We didn't fight in ages and now you're trying to stir something up out of-"

"I try to stir?!”

"Nothing! Like, we literally hang out every night. I take you to the best parties, best restaurants, hold your hand like I'm holding the world in front of everyone, y/n!" He starts raising his voice and now you were the one getting frustrated. He kept missing your point and you just didn't want to keep re-explaining yourself to him. You weren't sure if you wanted to talk about it with him to begin with and his reaction made you regret not listening to your doubts.

You felt tears brim your eyes, so you just walked past him and to the stairs. Once you got upstairs and inside your shared bedroom, you slammed the door and threw yourself on the bed, allowing yourself to cry. You couldn't believe you were crying over something like that. But you still were mad that Kylian reacted to your worries by accusing you of just starting drama.

You buried your face in the pillow that smelled just like him and cried harder when you heard the front door slam downstairs and realized he didn't care to follow you to check on you. You couldn't believe how confident he was for acting that way.

Outside, Kylian got into his car and started it. He didn't drive out of your house's driveway immediately, though. He rested his head on the headrest and sighed deeply. He hated fighting with you more than anything. He hated it more than losing a game. He hated it more than he hated his worst enemies. Because he loved you way more than any trophy or anyone.

Finally, Kylian drove off. He didn't where to, but he knew he needed to have some time away from the house to look at your disagreements from a different perspective.

Back home, you got up from the bed and wandered around. You could never get used to the hollowness caused by an argument. You walk around the house as if it were haunted. Something just shifts after a fight and it feels awful every time without fail.

You sigh and sit on the living room couch, staring at whatever was on the TV. You're so lost in thought that you almost miss the phone rings filling the space. You frown at it, realizing it's your best friend calling.

You sigh, rolling your eyes as you pick up. You knew she'd know something is up once she heard your voice and you were not in the mood to talk about that yet.

"Hey!" She cheerfully greets you. You stay silent for a little too long, already wanting to start crying again.

"Y/n?" She calls, sounding somewhat worried at your lack of response. You sigh shakily. She waits.

"Kylian and I had a fight" you finally choke out. She stays silent for a little while longer.

"Oh" is all she lets out finally. You pierce your lips, looking around the living room in an attempt to push back your tears.

"Okay" she follows up, trying to sound cheerful again.

"How about you come over? We can talk and get food. Clear your head, you know" she suggests. You almost immediately reject her offer, but stop yourself to actually think it through.

It did sound nice to spend whatever was left of the night at your best friend's house, talking over some food. You did need a change of atmosphere since the house was becoming more suffocating by the second.

"I'll be there in a bit" you give in.

"Great! See you then!" Your best friend squeals, earning a smile from behind the phone. The first today and you really feel thankful for her.

You get up and wash off all the smeared mascara off your face. You change into a comfortable lounge outfit before grabbing your keys and leaving. You pass by your and your best friend's favorite restaurant to pick up some of your favorite appetizers.

After picking that up, you park outside her apartment building. She welcomes you when you get to her door, pulling you into a tight hug that immediately makes you want to cry again. You hold it in, though, following her into her living room and throwing yourself on its couch.

You sigh and she chuckles softly next to you, studying your features. She understands everything by just looking at your puffy eyes and pink nose.

"It must be pretty bad, huh?" Your best friend asks. You sigh again, rolling your eyes.

"It's just" you start.

"I tried to tell him how we never spend time together alone. He kept missing my point, accusing me of 'starting shit' or whatever" you felt the tears coming back. Your best friend just listened, nodding every few words.

"And it just spiraled and suddenly I'm running upstairs and he's slamming the front door" you sigh. Your best friend pouts at how stressed you were as you recalled the events from a few hours ago.

"Well, I think once you guys calm down and talk it out, he would understand and make it up to you" she sighed, taking a sip of her Coke. You just crossed your arms and rolled your eyes.

You eat your food and talk about all the juicy gossip and before you even knew it, you were laughing so hard that you almost forgot the aching heartbreak from your and your boyfriend's argument. Your friend suddenly jumps up, holding her phone.

"Shit! I forgot about my meeting!" You frown at her, looking at your own phone to check the time.

11:09 pm. You frown up at her as she frantically got up and ran to grab her laptop. You raise a brow, checking the time again as she set up her laptop at the dining table on your left.

"What kind of meeting takes place at 11 pm?" You ask as you walk up to where she was panting, logging into her Microsoft account.

"Long story. But, hey, we need to catch up some other time. No interruptions" she answers quickly and your eyes widen.

"Are you kicking me out!" You gasp in fake horror and she nods. You laugh and walk to the couch to grab your things.

"I'll be back sooner than you ever wish" you narrowed your eyes at her and she gestured for you to keep going sarcastically. You laugh again, shaking your head this time.

"Text me when you get home!" She yells from across the apartment and you hum back before shutting her door behind you.

The quiet night streets force you back to all the negativity you finally were able to momentarily run away from. You try to not think too much about it, but you couldn't. No matter how much you sighed and breathed deeply. The argument kept replaying in your head, Kylian getting more defensive, you feeling so misunderstood and disregarded.

You hated how your eyes filled with tears for what seems to be the millionth time today. You tried keeping it in, but for a second you thought of letting it out. You finally decided not to, though. You didn't want to waste more tears over this.

But seeing Kylian's car parked in the driveway made you almost burst. You didn't want to face him yet. You weren't ready for another argument.

You take the deepest breath yet after parking your car next to his and getting out of it. Your hands shake as you open the front door which was unlocked, further confirming your fears of having to face Kylian.

You walk in and the house is completely dark. You're terrified for a second, but remembering Kylian's car in the driveway gives you some sense of safety. You resist calling his name, choosing dignity over comfort as you walk slowly into your house.

As you reach the living room, you notice candlelight outside the glass doors that lead to the backyard pool. You frown, your heart picking up its pace.

You reluctantly walk to the doors, sliding one open and immediately feel the cool breeze on your shaky limbs. You glance around and notice more and more candles lining the perimeter of the pool. You walk closer until you stand by the edge, mesmerized by all their reflections on the water.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps on the grass behind you. You expected yourself to turn in panic, but you didn't. You knew exactly who those steps belonged to. You loved their owner so much that you've gotten them memorized by heart.

You feel his arms wrap slowly around you from behind. His scent, his warmth. All of it. You wanted all of it. You needed all of it. So much that the thought of possibly living a life without it made you want to sink in the pool ahead of you. Burn in the candles surrounding it.

"The love of my life" he whispers and your heart skips a couple of beats. You hold his wrists that were over your stomach, leaning back into him and closing your eyes.

"I fucked up, my love" he goes on, raising his voice just a little. You fight the smile that wanted to stretch itself on your lips.

You open your eyes as Kylian turns you around to face him. He rests his hands on your waist and you rest yours on his shoulder.

"And?" You give him half a smile and he bites his bottom lip, failing to hold back his smile. You lose composure and giggle at his reaction. He clears his throat and you nod, giving him his que to keep going.

"I should've listened. I should've tried to understand you instead of just blaming you" he says sincerely and you smile slightly at him. He finally looks back in your eyes and you touch his forehead with yours, moving your hands from his shoulders to the sides of his face.

"Thank you" you whisper.

"Don't thank me for how you should be treated" he whispers back, giving you raging butterflies.

You smile and he kisses you softly before carrying you up in his arms. Your laughter fills the candlelit backyard. He walks to the table across the pool and sits you down on one of the two chairs set on either sides of it.

You rest your head on your hand as you watch him jog around the pool to the inside of the house. You smile to yourself, feeling so grateful Kylian made this so easy. But he wasn't planning on just apologizing. You should've known him better.

He comes back, holding a huge bouquet, that you pretended to not see, behind his back. You place a hand over your mouth and stand up.

"This is what I get for making you cry" he sighs, pulling an insanely huge red roses bouquet from behind him. You look at him in awe as you take it in your arms.

You look down at it, realizing something you didn't before. There was an envelope peeking out the middle of the bouquet. You frown and carefully pull it out, glancing at Kylian to see him smiling at you.

You carefully set the bouquet on the table beside you and open the envelope. You pull out two slips of glossy paper, squinting to read what was written on it.

"Kylian!" You scream, realizing that you were holding two plane tickets to your dream destination. You jump excitedly in his arms, wrapping yours around him.

"You didn't!" You look at him and he smiles, admiring your raw happiness.

"Oh, I did. I should've done it way sooner had I known it would make you this happy" he says, still smiling dreamily at your excitement.

After that, when you get in bed, you text your best friend about the night when she asked how everything was going with Kylian.

“Well. I’m still wondering how you believed I had a meeting at 11 pm” she texts and realization hits you hard.

She was in on it too.

“You knew?!” You text back.

“How did you think he had the house to himself to light all those candles and get the flowers and everything?!” She texted back. You laughed to yourself.

You watch as Kylian came out of the bathroom and laid next to you. You don’t say anything. You just take him in, your heart clenching at the sight of him next to you.

You wonder how did you get so lucky? How could you end up with someone like him?

“In love much?” He says casually and you scoff.

“Very” you say, half sarcastically.

“Well, try beating me then. That’s a game I will never lose” he says before kissing your cheek, healing everything that was broken just hours earlier.

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hamiltonaf · 10 months ago

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Texts w/ Kylian Mbappé

A/N: These are based on the viral video of Kylian in Cannes, I had a good laugh watching it and thought it would be amusing to write this into a banter text. Lol hope you guys enjoy .xx

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szariahwroteit · 2 days ago

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

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 17

Although Kylian and Giselle still chose to navigate the waters of their connection without a title, they acted just as any couple would.

After arriving in Paris the afternoon before, Kylian had Giselle accompany him as he sat in a Parisian hotel room and addressed the French media ahead of meeting his teammates for the national team in a few days' time.

Wherever he was, he wanted Giselle there, and wherever she was, that’s where he wanted to be.

Despite the lack of clarity over their situation, as they sat across from Elise and Juels, there was no denying that what they were currently in the midst of was, by definition, a double date.

While they addressed each other as ‘friends,’ the picture that Elise had taken revealed so much more than that, Kylian tucked his face into the crease of Giselle's neck, his lips curving into a smirk against her as she tucked under his stubbled chin, holding him in place as she bit her bottom lip, gazing into the camera.

“This picture is so sexy!” Elise gushed as she turned the screen toward Kylian and Giselle to show them the photograph. “If it gets posted on Instagram, I need photography credits.”

“Instagram is the very last place I want this picture to end up.” Giselle laughed as she took back her phone while Kylian kept his face tucked into her warm, fragrant neck.

Kylian wasn't just anybody. As humble and down to earth as he tried to remain to the world, he was more than just a man. With that ideology came the surveillance of his moves on and off the football pitch.

Giselle's heart fluttered as Kylian's breath tickled her neck, his stubble grazing her skin and sending shivers down her spine. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, pressing against her most enticingly. The way he held her, possessive yet tender, made her feel cherished.

“How long are you guys going to lie?” Elise asked, making Juels laugh as they sat across from Kylian and Giselle.

“Lie about what?” Kylian asked, feigning innocence as he pulled away slightly to meet Giselle’s gaze. The playful glint in his eyes hinted at the undeniable chemistry swirling silently between them.

Elise rolled her eyes dramatically, her enthusiasm barely contained. “Come on! This is more than sex!” she said bluntly, her finger pointing back and forth between them, taking advantage of the fact that they were tucked away in a private room in one of the most renowned Italian restaurants in Paris.

Giselle swallowed hard, her pulse quickening as she felt the weight of Elise's words. The restaurant buzzed around them, but in that moment, it faded away, leaving only the tension hanging in the air between her and Kylian. They were 'friends'—that’s what they told themselves, yet the intimacy shared in the photograph spoke volumes that their lips had yet to utter.

"Kylian and I are just... close," Giselle replied, her voice steadier than she felt, yet she couldn't hide the warmth creeping up her neck.

“Close? Is that what you call it?” Elise asked, unable to contain her smirk.

Giselle met Kylian's gaze, and for a heartbeat, the world beyond their little bubble faded once more. His dark eyes sparkled with mischief, and the corners of his mouth quirked in a way that made her stomach flutter. “Yes, just close,” she repeated, but her voice wavered, betraying her uncertainty.

“Close,” Elise repeated, her response cut short as their waiters entered the room with their dishes in hand.

Kylian sat up, pulling his face from Giselle's neck as the door swung open. He placed his hand on her thigh as each of their meals was set down in front of them.

“We’re close,” he murmured into her ear as he reached for his fork, and the room fell into a comfortable silence as dinner got underway.

The aromas of pastas and sauces filled the air, but Giselle's attention was entirely focused on the warmth of Kylian’s hand on her thigh, the way his thumb gently caressed her skin, sending exhilarating sparks of electricity along her leg. She glanced at him sideways, and the way he caught her gaze sent her heart racing. There was an unspoken language between them, one that thrived in glances, brief touches, and the lingering intimacy of their shared moments.

As the conversation flowed around them, with Elise and Juels animatedly discussing their plans for the next day, Giselle barely heard a word. Instead, she was completely captivated by Kylian—his intense focus as he spoke, the way his lips curled into a smile, and the subtle confidence that radiated from him. Each time he squeezed her thigh slightly, she felt as though he was tethering her to him, grounding her amidst the chaos of the world outside.

“You should try this,” Kylian said, tilting his plate toward her. “It's good.”

Giselle looked down at the dish he was offering, but the warmth of his hand, lingering just above her knee, kept her captivated. “I’m sure it is, but I’m okay,” she blushed, aware of the fact she was being watched closely by their friends.

“Giselle, I asked you a question,” Elise teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Don’t think you can ignore me just because you’re lost in Kylian’s eyes.”

Kylian chuckled, his gaze flicking between Giselle and Elise, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Are you lost in my eyes?” he teased.

Giselle felt her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink as Kylian's words hung in the air, his playful tone sending a shiver down her spine. She glanced away, trying to hide her smile, but the corners of her mouth betrayed her amusement.

"I am not," she laughed, her voice slightly breathy. But the smile on her face gave her away, and the warmth from Kylian's hand on her thigh felt like a gentle flame that threatened to ignite.

“Oh, please,” Elise scoffed, dramatically rolling her eyes. “You are, and that's okay,” she winked teasingly, picking up her glass of wine and bringing it to her lips.

“Are you excited to be back with Le blues?” Juels asked Kylian, a knowing smirk on his face as he purposefully took the reigns from his fiance and changed the topic of conversation.

Kylian had been away from International duties for the better part of a year, during which time he had been shrouded in speculation and criticism. His return to the team was one that had been anticipated for months, and while Juels was excited as a fan and as a friend, he cared so much more about Kylian as a person.

Juels and Kylian had met in their teen years and been good friends ever since, as adults they were business partners and occasionally butted heads over their ambitions, but their bond always remained strong.

“Excited? Definitely,” Kylian replied, with a hint of seriousness that contrasted the lighthearted banter swirling around the table. “It feels good to finally be back home playing for my country.”

Giselle admired the passion in his eyes as he spoke of his love for football, a fire that always drew her closer to him.

As she sat and watched Kylian, Elise sat silently watching her. The way her friend's eyes sparkled with admiration for Kylian was unmistakable.

Once dinner ended, the atmosphere in the room shifted, noticeably more relaxed, as the plates were cleared away and laughter bubbled back to the surface. The intimate setting of the restaurant, with dim lights casting a warm glow around the table, added an undeniable layer of charm to the evening.

Elise leaned in closer to Juels, clearly pleased by the chemistry unfolding before her eyes, while Kylian and Giselle shared fleeting glances that spoke volumes.

“Are you guys still coming out with us?” she asked, her voice laced with excitement.

Kylian gave a slight nod, his gaze shifting from Giselle to Elise. "Of course, we wouldn't miss it," he said smoothly, his voice low and rich.

"Good," Elise replied, her enthusiasm palpable.

After dinner, they had made plans to stop by a party being held by a mutual friend, but after watching Giselle and Kylian hold back from one another for the entire evening, she felt the need to confirm their attendance.

As they left the restaurant, the cool Parisian air wrapped around them. The streets were alive with the hum of laughter and everyday life as they quickly made their way into the awaiting chauffeur-driven car.

Their evening so far had been nothing short of amazing, but much like most good things, it had to end.

Rosalie didn't hate Kylian, but to see him out in the open with a woman that wasn't her was bruising to the ego.

Kylian met her at a peculiar time in her life. She was confused about where her marriage was heading, and that confusion led her to make a decision that cost her everything.

Upon entering into an affair with Kylian, who still played football in Paris at the time, she minised her marriage and reduced it to nothing more than a situation she wanted out of.

However, when her husband came to realize he was being cheated on, it was he who filed for custody of their two younger daughters and subsequently divorced the ex-model.

Rosalie kept a low profile as she sat and drank alone in the upscale Parisian bar; however, when she saw that the woman Kylian had arrived with parted from their group and headed toward the bathroom, she took her chance to strike.

She didn't know what she was going to say to the young woman whose striking features felt oddly familiar, but she felt venomous as she trailed behind her into the bathroom and waited patiently as she used the toilet.

As Giselle finished her business and exited the stall, she was momentarily startled to find Rosalie waiting for her, leaning casually against the sink as if she belonged there. The tension in the air was thick, charged with an unspoken animosity that sent a chill down Giselle's spine.

“Kylian is an interesting man,” Rosalie said, her voice smooth but laced with a barely concealed edge. There was a glimmer in her eye that made Giselle feel like prey, and she instinctively straightened her posture.

Giselle swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composure. "Excuse me?”

Rosalie smirked as she took a step closer, the echo of her heels on the marble floor slicing through the silence. “Kylian…that is who you are here with, right?”

“That is none of your concern,” Giselle replied, her voice firmer than she felt, strengthen by the protective instinct that flared within her. Her heart raced, a mix of adrenaline and uncertainty coursing through her veins.

“Oh, but it is,” Rosalie said, that infuriating smirk never leaving her lips as she leaned against the sink with an air of easy confidence. “Consider me a voice of reason.”

“I don't even know who you are,” Giselle countered, her voice trembling slightly despite her effort to stay composed.

Rosalie chuckled, an almost melodic sound that carried an undercurrent of disdain. "You will come to know me soon enough. I've had my share of Kylian’s time, and trust me, he can be quite... charming, but there’s more to him than meets the eye."

“You are not special; you are new and pretty. It won't be long before you're just another girl who thought she was the one.” Rosalie spat.

“Are you speaking from experience?” Giselle asked, her voice soft despite the metaphorical bite it held in its depths.

“I'm speaking as the woman whose marriage he ruined,” Rosalie retorted, her eyes flashing with anger and betrayal. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the dimly lit room, and Giselle could feel the tension crackling between them.

“Is that why you’re so hostile?” Giselle pressed, taking a step closer, her heart racing. “Because you feel threatened?”

Rosalie scoffed, crossing her arms defensively. “Threatened? Hardly. I'm simply trying to protect you from making the same mistakes I did. He loves the chase, sweetling. Once the thrill fades, you’ll be just another trophy in his collection.”

Giselle tilted her head, studying Rosalie's face for signs of pain masked by bravado. “And what do you want? To save me from heartbreak or drag me down with you?”

Rosalie's frown deepened, the vulnerability in her eyes betraying the hard exterior she had built. “I want you to see him for who he is. He isn’t charm and passion; he’s a storm that leaves destruction in his wake.”

The air between them simmered as Giselle felt a strange knot of sympathy and defiance forming in her stomach.

“What makes you so sure?” Giselle challenged, her voice steady despite the tumultuous emotions swirling within her.

“Because if this relationship between you and Kylian happens to be more than two weeks old, he's been fucking both of us,” Rosalie's words hung in the air, heavy with accusations that felt sharp enough to cut through the tension. Giselle's breath caught in her throat as the realization began to seep in, staining the vibrant emotions she had built so carefully around the whirlwind that was Kylian.

“Don’t act naive,” Rosalie continued, her tone shifting from bitter to almost pleading. “He’s a man who thrives on attention, on the thrill of new affection. You’re just a new flavor, that’s all.”

Giselle’s heart raced, a mix of anger and disbelief coursing through her veins. “You don’t know that. You’re just projecting your pain onto me.”

“No,” Rosalie snapped, her voice sharp. “I know him. We don’t just fall for him; we become part of his game. The moment he sees us losing interest, he moves on. He feeds off our emotions, a collector of hearts. And when he’s done? He leaves us shattered.”

Giselle swallowed hard, her heart pounding as Rosalie's words sliced through her bravado like a knife. She had been swept away by Kylian's charm, entranced by the way he made her feel—alive, desired, and unique. But now, in the flickering candlelight, doubt crept in, whispering its cold truths.

“Why should I believe you?” Giselle challenged, though the confidence in her voice quivered. “How do I know you aren't just bitter, trying to sabotage what I have?”

Rosalie stepped forward, her intensity palpable, her vulnerability now bare. “Because I’ve been where you are. I was the pliable one, thinking I could change him, thinking I could be what he needed. I wanted to believe the fairytale he spun—a lover who was solely mine. But the truth is, Kylian sings the same shit to every girl he lays his eyes on.”

“You are not special, and Kylian will never care about anyone more than he cares about himself,” she continued, watching as the confidence Giselle once wore began to crumble as her words took effect.

The room felt smaller, the air thick with the weight of Rosalie's revelations. Giselle's heart raced, caught in a tempest of confusion and intrigue—cheap fireworks that sparkled brightly momentarily before leaving only smoke in their wake. Her mind flickered to Kylian's laugh, the way he had leaned in close to whisper secrets that felt only for her. Was it all part of the act?

“I wanted to be special, too,” Rosalie continued, her voice softer now as she stared at the flickering candle flame, the soft glow reflecting the storm in her own eyes. “I wanted him to choose me, to be the one he’d fight for. But the deeper I fell, the more lost I became in his shadow. It was intoxicating, yes, but it always left me craving more—more affection, more validation, more everything… until it was too late.”

Giselle hesitated. The warmth that Kylian had wrapped around her was beginning to feel like chains instead of a comforting hug. “But what if he’s different with me?” she asked, her tone now uncertain, a sliver of hope battling the creeping doubt.

Rosalie’s gaze snapped back to Giselle, fierce and unyielding. “That’s the illusion he creates. He makes you believe that there’s a spark, that you’re the one who ignites his fire. But that fire is just for show—it’s never about you. It’s about him, about the thrill of being desired and the rush of seduction.”

Giselle’s heart fluttered in her chest, her hands growing clammy as her eyes prickled with tears. This was it, the other shoe she had been waiting with bated breath to drop.

Kylian was too good to be true.

The bathroom door pushed open to reveal Elise, the smile dropping from her face as she walked into the midst of Rosalie’s confession.

As someone who knew the ins and outs of the city’s in-crowd, Elise knew of Rosalie’s previous fling with Kylian and the mess that had followed. The air was thick with unspoken words, and her instinct was to pull back, to avert her gaze from the brewing confrontation, but she pressed on, knowing she couldn't ignore the storm that swirled before her.

“Is there trouble?” Elise asked lightly, though her eyes darted between Rosalie's fierce stance and Giselle’s pale face, recognizing a pivotal moment unfolding.

Rosalie’s expression softened slightly, her defensiveness ebbing as she crossed arms over her chest, revealing a hint of vulnerability in her posture. “Just a little reality check,” she replied, her voice steady but weary. “Giselle is under the impression that Kylian is something special.”

Elise’s brows knit together. “And you’re trying to convince her otherwise?”

“I’m trying to save her heart,” Rosalie shot back, the intensity still present but now laced with a touch of desperation. “You know how he is, Elise. You’ve seen it. He charms every girl and leaves them shattered. I don’t want that for her.”

“Rosalie, stop!” Elise interrupted, her tone sharp.

“Elise, it's fine. I just want to leave.” Giselle interjected softly, her voice quaking with uncertainty. The weight of the conversation hung heavy in the room, and she felt her resolve crumbling under the harsh light of Rosalie’s revelations and Elise’s concerned gaze.

“No, you shouldn’t go,” Elise insisted, stepping forward into the charged atmosphere. “Please, Giselle. Let me get Kylian; you should hear his side of things.”

“Elise, please. I don't want to hear anything; I just need to leave,” Giselle said, willing herself not to crack in the presence of Kylian’s past.

She had no fight left in her, not enough to continue arguing with Rosalie or even hearing what Kylian had to say for himself. She wanted out.

“Elise, this isn’t just some misunderstanding,” Rosalie’s voice carried an edge, a fierce protectiveness that bristled in the air. “This is about knowing the truth. She deserves to make an informed choice about Kylian, not fall for the same trap I did.”

Giselle could feel the tightness in her throat, a mixture of shame and confusion tugging at her insides. She had been enchanted, caught in a whirlwind of fleeting moments and intoxicating feelings, but now the fantasy felt as fragile as glass.

“Shut the fuck up!” Elise roared, her voice laced with anger; taking Giselle’s hand into hers, she led her out of the bathroom and towards the exit of the private bar, using her free hand to order a cab.

Back inside, feeling triumphant with her handy work, Rosalie made her way to the bar to order herself a glass of wine before going in search of Kylian, who was blissfully unaware of the chaos that had just erupted in the private bar.

As Rosalie sipped from her glass, she couldn’t help but feel a wave of satisfaction. In truth, she hadn't seen or heard from Kylian in months, not after her divorce was finalized or her ex-husband kicked her out of their family home.

But seeing him with someone he so clearly claimed conjured something sinister inside her.

Rosalie's lips twisted into a smirk as she twirled the deep red wine around her glass and approached an unsuspecting Kylian, who stood with his back to her.

“Hey there, Kylian,” she called out, her voice dripping with faux sweetness. He turned at the sound, his charming smile instantly brightening his chiseled features.

“Rosalie,” he greeted, feigning surprise. “It’s been a while.” His tone was light, casual, completely unsuspecting, masking the tension in the air.

She stepped closer, relishing the way he flinched at the sight of her. “Has it? I suppose you’ve been too busy charming the next unsuspecting girl to notice.”

The neutral expression Kylian wore quicky transformed into a look of worry as he glanced around the room failing to see Giselle among the rest of the guest.

“What did you do?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave as concern edged into his features. The playful demeanor he wore melted away under the weight of Rosalie's accusatory gaze.

“What do you think I did, Kylian?” she challenged, stepping closer until the warmth of their bodies almost touched. “I just gave her a little reality check. You know, a warning about your charming ways and your marvelous knack for collecting hearts.”

“I don't know what you're talking about,” he replied, but there was a flicker of unease in his eyes.

“You were able to put fucking someone's wife and ruining their marriage out of your mind so quickly?” she asked growing offended.

Without another word, Kylian roughly took hold of Rosalie’s wrist, briskly walking into the hallway where a dim light flickered overhead, creating an almost surreal ambiance. The chatter from the private bar faded into the background as they stepped away from the prying ears.

“Let go of me,” Rosalie snapped, pulling against his grip, but he tightened his hold.

“You need to listen,” he insisted, his voice low and urgent, a stark contrast to the light banter they once shared. “You don’t understand what you’re doing.”

“Oh, I understand perfectly,” she shot back with a fierce glare. “I’m exposing the truth. You’ve played your games for long enough, Kylian. It’s time someone stood up to you.”

“Is that what you think this is?” he asked incredulously, his eyes narrowing. “A game? Rosalie, you were fucking me while you had a husband and children at home,” Kylian spat. “The commitment you believe I owe you is what you should have given to your husband.”

“How dare you!” Rosalie shouted her face red with a mixture of hurt and embarrassment she had ultimately brought.

Kylian's eyes narrowed as he listened to Rosalie's outburst. He stepped closer, his voice low and menacing. "How dare I? How dare you, you fucking hypocrite. You're the one who was riding my cock while your husband and kids were at home. You're the one who broke your vows, not me."

He stepped towards her, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him. "You think you deserve my commitment? After everything you've done? Do you think I’d choose you over Giselle or anyone else? A woman who was willing to break her vows without thinking about her family.”

Kylian knew he was cutting into Rosalie; he knew his words were harsh, but Rosalie’s feelings didn't matter, especially not when she had caused the current rift between him and Giselle intentionally because of her own bitterness.

Rosalie's eyes welled up with tears as Kylian's harsh words sank in. She tried to pull away from his grip, but he held firm. "Please, Kylian," she pleaded, her voice trembling. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you or Giselle. I was just... angry."

Kylian scoffed, releasing her chin and taking a step back. "Angry? You think anger gives you the right to interfere in my life? To try and manipulate Giselle?" He shook his head in disgust. "You're pathetic, Rosalie. I never took you for someone who'd stoop so low."

With that, Kylian turned on his heel and left Rosalie alone in the vacant hallway. He then made his way back into the lounge, where everyone else congregated, completely unaware of the tension.

“Elise took Giselle home with her,” Juels explained to Kylian. “She sent me a message,” he continued.

Kylian's jaw clenched as he listened to Juels, his fists balling at his sides. Giselle had left without even speaking to him. Without giving him a chance to explain or defend himself against Rosalie's lies. The thought of her hurting and blaming him made his chest ache.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He needed to talk to Giselle, to make her understand the truth. But he knew Elise wouldn't let him near her in this state.

"Juels," Kylian said, his voice low and urgent. "I need you to take me to her. I have to talk to Giselle tonight."

Juels hesitated, glancing around the room nervously. "Kylian, man, I don't know if that's a good idea. Giselle... she's really upset."

"I don't give a fuck," Kylian snapped, his patience wearing thin. "I need to see her.”

He felt panicked as he stood in the bar, the low murmur of voices and clinking glasses doing nothing to calm his racing heart. Across the room, Rosalie quickly made her way toward the bar's exit, her face reddened from the tears she’d shed as a result of Kylian's harsh words.

Kylian's heart raced as he watched Rosalie leave, her shoulders slumped in defeat. He knew his words had been harsh, but the thought of Giselle believing those lies made his blood boil. Without hesitation, he turned to Juels, his eyes blazing with determination.

"Let's go," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Juels sighed, knowing there was no stopping Kylian when he was like this. "Alright, alright. But you have to promise me you'll keep your cool, okay? The last thing you guys need is more drama."

Kylian nodded, his jaw clenched tight. He knew Juels was right, but the thought of seeing Giselle hurt and confused made it difficult to reign in his emotions.

With a curt nod, Kylian followed Juels out of the bar and into the cool night air. The streets were quiet, the only sound being the distant hum of traffic. As they walked, Kylian's mind raced, replaying the events of the evening and trying to formulate a plan to win Giselle back.

"She's staying at Elise's place tonight," Juels said, breaking the silence.

Kylian nodded, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. He couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled in the pit of his stomach. What if Giselle refused to see him? What if she believed everything Rosalie had said? He didn't even know what Rosalie had said.

As they reached Juels' car, Kylian hesitated before getting in. "Thanks, man," he said, his voice barely audible. "I owe you one."

Juels clapped him on the shoulder, offering a small smile. "Just don't fuck it up, okay? Giselle is a great girl."

“The most perfect,” Kylian corrected.

“My Elise holds that title; that's why she is my fiance,” Juels grinned, teasingly nudging Kylian as they settled into the car. The banter did little to lift the heaviness in Kylian's heart, but he appreciated Juels' attempt to ease the tension.

The drive felt like an eternity, each minute stretching longer than the last. Kylian's mind raced with thoughts of Giselle—the way her laughter lit up the room, her hand felt in his, and how she looked at him like he was the only person who mattered in the world. He couldn't bear losing her to Rosalie's manipulative schemes.

As they pulled up to Elise's parents’ house, Kylian's heart started pounding in his chest. ”You’ve got this," Juels offered, sensing Kylian's apprehension.

Kylian nodded, pushing open the car door and stepping out into the cool night air. He took a deep breath, grounding himself before making his way up to the door. The soft glow of lights from the windows cast long shadows across the hallway, amplifying the sense of urgency coursing through him.

He knocked softly at Elise's door, his heart racing as he waited for a response. The door swung open to reveal Elise, her expression a mixture of concern and tiredness.

"Kylian," she said, her voice tinged with worry. "What are you doing here? Giselle wants a little space.”

With a deep breath, Kylian forced himself to remain calm. “I know. But I need to talk to her. Please, just give me a minute.”

Elise narrowed her eyes, weighing her options. “She’s upset, Kylian. The things Rosalie said—”

“I know,” he interrupted, his voice steady and firm. “That’s why I need to talk to her. To explain... everything.”

After a moment's hesitation, Elise sighed and stepped aside. “Alright, fine. Fix it.”

Kylian stepped into the familiar house, his heart racing as he made his way toward the living room. The sight of Giselle sitting on the couch, the dress she wore earlier that evening was replaced by an oversized hoodie and leggings.

The truth with Rosalie was that he had, in fact, slept with her while she was married, but based on what she told him, her marriage had been over for a while with only pieces of paper binding her to her husband legally.

He had heard about her divorce months after their fling had fizzled out, and while he felt bad, he had done nothing wrong in the situation aside from trusting Rosalie.

Kylian explained everything to Giselle, his voice low and unsteady as he recounted his past with Rosalie. Each word was carved with honesty and regret as he stood before her, feeling the weight of each revelation pressing down on him.

“I didn’t know she was married at first,” he began, his gaze locked onto hers, searching for understanding. “When we were together, it felt normal, but I didn’t know the extent of what was happening in her life. By the time I found out, things had already stopped between us. It wasn’t until I saw the fallout—the damage she had caused—that I realized who she really was.”

Giselle remained silent, her eyes mirroring the conflict raging within her. She was torn between the hurtful things Rosalie said and Kylian’s earnestness.

“I care about you, Giselle,” he continued, his voice thick with emotion. “I would never compromise what we have. I would never do anything to hurt you. It… it kills me to think you might believe her.”

Kylian took a tentative step closer, his heart pounding as he reached out to touch her arm. “I don’t want to lose you. You’re not just another name on a list for me; you mean so much more than that.”

“Kylian, I'm scared,” Giselle confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. The vulnerability in her eyes cut through him like glass, unveiling the turmoil that had taken root in her heart ever since Rosalie's stormy revelations.

“I get it,” he replied, his thumb brushing over her skin, an anchor in the tempest. “Everything you’re feeling is valid. But please, believe me when I say she’s not the truth—I am. What I feel for you... it’s real, and I’m here, willing to fight for us.”

“Is it?” she challenged, the slight tremor in her voice betraying her strength as she searched his gaze for the answers she desperately sought. “How can I be sure that we won’t end up hurting?”

He took a breath, determined to bridge the chasm between them. “Because all I want to do is make you happy, Giselle.”

He moved closer, the space between them charged with emotion, a palpable tension hovering like a whisper in the dim light. "I want to show you the kind of respect and admiration you've never known—the kind that doesn’t take from you. What Rosalie said tonight isn't true. Please allow me to show you that.”

Giselle believed him, but the ugly little fears that swirled in the back of her mind made her second-guess her instincts. “What if it doesn’t work?” she murmured, the vulnerability in her voice causing Kylian's chest to tighten.

“I can’t predict the future,” Kylian answered, earnestness painted across his features, “but I can promise to be transparent and genuine. I don’t want to just fade into another fleeting moment of desire—I want a connection that can withstand whatever storms might come our way.”

Giselle searched Kylian's face, looking for signs of deceit, but all she found was unwavering determination. The remnants of doubt began to dissipate, leaving behind a flicker of hope. Kylian stepped closer, his presence enveloping her in warmth and comfort.

“I confess that I’ve made mistakes,” he continued, the weight of his words hanging heavily between them. “But I’ve learned from them. From Rosalie, from my past. I know who I want—who I need—and that’s you. I’m here to prove that to you.”

The distance between them was reduced to mere inches as Kylian's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes deep and searching. “Let me show you,” he whispered, closing the gap between them as he brushed his lips against hers, the touch soft yet electrifying, igniting a spark that sent shivers racing down her spine.

Giselle responded instinctively, melting into the kiss, her heart racing as she battled the remnants of confusion lingering in her mind. In that moment, everything else faded away—the doubts, the fears, and the echoes of Rosalie’s accusations vanished, leaving only the two of them wrapped in warmth and desire.

Kylian’s hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened, transforming from tentative exploration to a passionate embrace. She tasted the mixture of urgency and sincerity on his lips, a promise in every brushed caress that he would always choose her above the rest.

When they finally pulled apart, breathless and wide-eyed, Giselle's heart raced with uncertainty and exhilaration. “What now?” she asked, her voice a mix of hope and caution.

“Now,” Kylian replied, his voice a low rumble, “we take it one day at a time. We talk, we build trust, and we don’t let the past define what we can become together.”

Her heart swelled at his words, the possibility of a future—albeit uncertain but filled with hope—sparking a warmth in her chest. “Do you want this?” she asked, seeking reassurance in the depths of his unwavering gaze.

“I want this,” Kylian replied, his sincerity radiating through the warmth of his gaze. “I’ve never wanted something so much before.”

A mixture of apprehension and excitement danced in Giselle’s chest, thrilling and terrifying her all at once. The ghosts of Rosalie’s warnings still lingered in the corners of her mind, but Kylian’s unwavering presence came above all else, soothing the doubts that had threatened to overwhelm her.

“Okay,” she breathed, her heart pounding as if eager to embrace this leap of faith. “Let’s start fresh. No secrets, no past… just us.”

“Just us,” he echoed, his voice imbued with a promise as he cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing her jawline tenderly.

Kylian leaned in, capturing her lips once again. The kiss igniting yet another spark of undeniable chemistry rolled through her like a wildfire. This time, it felt different—not just a rush of passion but a grounding, building connection. Every brush of his lips against hers sent shivers dancing down her spine, awakening something deep within her she hadn't realized was waiting to be touched.

She surrendered to him willingly, leaning into his frame, feeling safe in his arms as their mouths moved in synchrony—a rhythm that felt both familiar and exhilarating. The doubts began to disperse like mist in the sun, leaving clarity in its wake. With Kylian, she felt alive, seen, and wanted in a way that transcended the superficiality of ephemeral connections.

“Are you spending the night here, or coming home with me?” Kylian asked as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to her forehead as her hands slipped beneath his sweater.

Giselle met his gaze, searching for any flicker of deceit, but all she found was a deep yearning mirrored in his eyes, an intensity that swept away the last remnants of her doubt. “I… I want to be with you,” she confessed.

Kylian's expression softened, his eyes lighting up with a mixture of hope and excitement. “Then let’s do this,” he said, his voice deep and reassuring. He leaned down, capturing her lips again in a sweet kiss that promised new beginnings.

With a gentle tug, he led her toward the door, their fingers intertwined.

“Kylian, I need to get my dress and heels,” Giselle reminded him, glancing back towards the living room where her belongings lay strewn across a couch, remnants of a night that had unexpectedly turned tumultuous.

"Don't worry about that right now," he urged, pulling her closer to his side.

Giselle’s heart fluttered at his words, the mixture of possessiveness and tenderness sending shivers down her spine. But a part of her felt heavy with practicality. “But my things—"

"We'll get everything you want later," Kylian assured her, his voice low and coaxing like honey. "Tonight, it’s just about us. No distractions, no ghosts of the past lurking around. Just us, making our own memories."

She could feel the warmth radiating from him, a comforting presence that wrapped around her like a soft blanket; the chaos of the evening receded into the background.

Kylian led Giselle into the other room where Elise and Juels sat, waiting on the outcome of their conversation, observing the closeness of their bodies and the fact that they were hand in hand.

“All good?” she smiled, holding up her thumbs to them.

“All good,” Giselle confirmed as Kylian pulled her body against his, wrapping his arms around her shoulders as he stood behind her.

“Juels and I were thinking, when Kylian is done with international duty, we should all go and spend a few days at my grandparent's house in Nates; we are thinking about hosting the wedding there,” Elise explained.

Giselle's heart swelled at the thought of spending time away from the chaos, nestled in the serenity of Elise's grandparent's house. It presented an escape, a chance to escape the tension that lingered in the air and to focus on forging new memories with Kylian.

"That sounds amazing," she said, her voice brightening. “I could use a getaway, and I’m sure Kylian would enjoy it too."

Kylian's grip around her tightened as he leaned down, pressing a light kiss against her temple. “I’d love to be somewhere relaxing with you, away from all the drama,” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin, igniting a flurry of butterflies in her stomach.

Elise raised an eyebrow playfully, clearly noticing the chemistry between them. "I promise it will be a drama-free zone.”

Kylian chuckled, his gaze dancing between Elise and Giselle, his lips curving into a playful grin. "Well, how much drama could we avoid with you two around?"

“Oh, please,” Elise said, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. “You are the most dramatic of us all, Kylian.”

The air between Giselle and Kylian held a different kind of tension as they left Elise and Juels. They wanted to be as close as possible despite being in the presence of Kylian's driver.

His hand rested firmly on her backside as she tucked her face beneath his chin, pressing soft kisses against the column of her throat as they drove through the empty streets of Paris.

“I only want you,” Kylian whispered into her ear as his grip on her ass tightened slightly, sending a ripple of desire through her. “You have no idea how much I want you.”

Giselle could feel his warm breath against her skin, and her heart fluttered at his words. She had never imagined this whirlwind romance could lead to something so profound. "I want you, too," she whispered back, relishing the way he made her feel—desired, cherished, and safe.

When Kylian arrived at his house, he wasted no time. He freed Giselle of the clothes she wore before ushering her into the steamy confines of the shower.

They kissed hungrily as the water cascaded down, a curtain of warmth enveloping them. The sound of the water echoed around them, mixing with their soft moans as they melted into the embrace, the world outside forgotten.

Giselle gasped as Kylian's hands roamed her body, exploring every curve, every dip, with a reverent touch that ignited her senses. He pressed her back against the cool tile wall, the contrast of temperatures sending shivers racing through her. “You’re stunning,” he murmured against her lips, his voice deep and husky, as he captured her mouth once more.

Giselle could hardly think straight under the pleasurable assault of his kisses, but the heat building between them was undeniable. As they tangled together, the water slicked their skin, making every touch feel electric. She arched against him, her body responding to his every caress.

Kylian’s hands slipped lower, tracing the curve of her waist, thumbs dancing along the small of her back, trailing lightly until they reached her thighs. "I have wanted you from the beginning," he breathed, his eyes dark with primal need as he met her gaze.

“You have me,” she whispered against his lips before carefully lowing onto her knees, fully submitting to his every desire as his cock hung heavily before her.

Kylian's breath hitched as Giselle's lips parted, her tongue darting out to taste him. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down his spine and causing his grip on her hair to tighten. "Fuck, Giselle," he groaned, his head falling back against the shower wall as she took him deeper.

She moved slowly at first, savoring the feel of him against her tongue, the weight of him filling her mouth. Kylian's hips jerked forward involuntarily, seeking more of her warmth. Giselle responded by taking him deeper, her hands gripping his thighs for support as she began to set a rhythm.

The sight of her on her knees, water dripping down her face and body, was almost too much for Kylian to bear. He tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her movements as she pleasured him. "That's it, baby," he urged, his voice strained with pleasure. "Just like that."

Kylian let out a growl as he rolled his hips into Giselle's mouth, his fingers moving her her hair to slot between hers as he pinned her arms above her head, utterly lust-drunk as she took him into her throat.

Giselle's eyes watered as Kylian's cock hit the back of her throat, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she relaxed her jaw and breathed through her nose, taking him even deeper. The sound of his grunts and moans echoed off the tile walls, spurring her on as she bobbed her head, taking him in and out of her mouth with practiced ease.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so good," Kylian groaned, his hips thrusting shallowly as he fought the urge to fuck her face. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as Giselle's tongue swirled around his shaft.

She could taste the slight saltiness of his precum on her tongue, and it only served to heighten her arousal. She could feel her own arousal dripping down her thighs, the heat between her legs building with each passing second.

As Kylian's grip on Giselle's hair tightened, he felt the familiar tightening in his core, signaling his impending release. "I'm gonna cum," he growled through gritted teeth, giving her one last chance to pull away if she wanted to.

But Giselle didn't, she looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes filled with a devicive mixture of lust and desire, silently urging him to let go. With a final, desperate moan, Kylian's hips jerked forward as he exploded in her mouth, his hot seed filling her mouth and dripping down her chin.

Giselle swallowed every last drop, savoring the taste of him as she gently milked his cock with her lips and tongue, drawing out his pleasure. When he finally pulled back, panting and sated, she licked her lips clean before rising to her feet.

Kylian's chest heaved as he caught his breath, his eyes dark and heavylidded as he gazed down at Giselle. He pulled her flush against him, his hands roaming her curves possessively. "You're incredible," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "I don't think I've ever wanted anyone as much as I want you."

Giselle shivered at his words, her body still tingling from the aftermath of their encounter. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself closer to him. "I want you too," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "More than anything."

Kylian's hands slid down to her ass, squeezing the firm flesh as he lifted her up. Giselle wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she felt his hard length pressing against her core. "Let's continue this in the bedroom," he suggested, his voice low and commanding.

Giselle nodded, her fingers gripping his wet,

muscular flesh as he carried her out of the shower and into the adjoining bedroom.

Kylian laid Giselle down on the plush bed, his body covering hers as he claimed her mouth in a searing kiss. His hands explored her body, caressing every inch of her soft skin as if committing it to memory. Giselle arched into his touch, her own hands roaming over the hard planes of his chest and back.

"Kylian," she breathed, her voice trembling with need. "Please..."

He smiled against her lips, his fingers trailing down her stomach and slipping between her thighs. Giselle gasped as he found her center, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. "Please what, ma chérie?" he murmured, his fingers circling her clit teasingly.

"I need you," she pleaded, her hips lifting off the bed, seeking more of his touch. "Inside me. Now."

Kylian let out a grunt, his control snapping at her words. He positioned himself between her legs, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, filling her completely.

“So perfect,” Kylian groaned as their eyes met.

Giselle let out a cry of pleasure as Kylian entered her, her nails digging into his back. He felt incredible, stretching her, filling her in a way no one else ever had. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper.

Kylian began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm as he thrust into her. The sensation was overwhelming, each movement sending waves of ecstasy crashing through her. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in perfect sync.

"So tight," Kylian gasped, his forehead pressing against hers. "You feel so fucking good, Giselle."

His words spurred her on, and she tightened her legs around him, pulling him even closer. "Harder," she demanded, her voice breathless. "Fuck me harder, Kylian I'm yours."

Kylian's eyes darkened with desire at Giselle's words, a primal growl rumbling in his chest. He gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to pound into her with increased fervor. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with their moans and cries of pleasure.

"Yes, fuck, you're mine," Kylian snarled, his voice strained with exertion and passion. "Say it again, Giselle. Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours," Giselle cried out, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "Only yours, Kylian."

Her words seemed to unleash something within him, and he redoubled his efforts, his hips moving at a frenzied pace.

Giselle could feel the pressure of his thrusts in her stomach, as their eyes met and her jaw went slack. Kylian was all-comsuming as she loved every second of it. Her body was his to ruin.

A mixture of their arousal gathered on root of Kylian's cock as he fucked Giselle, her breathy moans urging him on, a sweet confirmation of how deeply she felt every thrust. The intensity swelled between them, every movement igniting a flame that burned hotter than anything either of them had ever known.

Giselle’s back arched as he hit that perfect spot deep inside her, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her. “Kylian!” she gasped, her fingers clutching at the sheets, feeling the tension building within her.

“Let go for me, baby,” he urged, his voice low and gravelly as he quickened his pace. The rhythm of their bodies became a symphony of passion, a melody that echoed throughout the room, drowning out the outside world.

“I’m so close,” Giselle whispered, her breath coming in desperate gasps as she neared the edge. Kylian’s grip on her hips tightened, his pace relentless as he drove her closer to her climax.

“Just a little more,” he coaxed, his eyes dark with desire as he leaned down to capture her lips once more. The kiss was deep and hungry, a connection that sent shivers of electricity racing between them.

With each thrust, Kylian pushed her higher, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they chased the same goal. “Look into my eyes as you cum for me,” he murmured against her lips, his breath hot against her skin.

Giselle felt the heat pooling in her core, swirling like a tempest as Kylian’s words sank deep into her mind. She locked her gaze onto his, the intensity of his dark eyes igniting a fire within her. The world outside faded away; all that mattered was the two of them, entwined in this moment of raw passion.

“Now, Giselle,” Kylian urged, his voice a thick whisper as he drove into her with fervor. The sensation was overwhelming, the friction sending shockwaves through her body.

With a final thrust, the pressure inside her shattered like glass, sending her spiraling into ecstasy. “Kylian!” she cried, her voice breaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Every nerve in her body tingled, electrified by the intensity of her release.

As her orgasm crashed over her, she felt Kylian’s movements grow frantic, his own release imminent. Just as the aftershocks of her pleasure began to wane, Kylian found his climax, the warmth of his release filling her—a contrast that sent her spiraling back into bliss.

“Giselle!” he groaned, his fingers digging into her flesh as their bodies connected in a primal celebration of desire. The room was filled with the sounds of their labored breaths, the slickness of their bodies against one another testament to their shared passion.

They froze in that moment, lost in the connection that bound them together, both breathing heavily as their hearts raced in sync. Kylian’s forehead pressed against hers, his eyes still searching hers for any hint of uncertainty.

“I am yours…,” he murmured softly, his words a promise that resonated in the fading echoes of their shared ecstasy. Giselle felt a warmth spread through her, a mixture of satisfaction and budding affection that began to weave a deeper bond between them.

“I’m yours too,” she replied breathlessly, the admission slipping out as easily as her heart had surrendered to him.

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There’s no home, without your love - Kylian Mbappè

Description: Suddenly your and Kylian’s relationship chances after hes move to Real Madrid, is there a way to get this back were they’ve been before?

Tw: angst a little, fluff, mentions of having sex, just being together in the shower (not smut included)

Word count: 1918

A/n: english is not my first language so there might be some writting and spelling errors, you can kindly give me a note about those!❤️

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You and Kylian have been together for almost three years now. You started dating turning his PSG times in early 2022. You met at a party we’re you were with your friends, who were friends with Kylian’s teammate Achraf Hakimi. You fell in love instantly and been really in love every since, until his dream came true.

”Kylian Mbappè is singing contract with Real Madrid this summer, after he annonced in May that hes going to leave from Psg and now singing contract with the club of his childhood dream.”

You were so happy for him, he was too and you couldn’t wait the new life in Madrid with him. You moved to Madrid in June, the house was huge and beautiful, Kylian told you that he would get everything you wanted into that house to make you feel home. So you thats what you did, you got your dream couch, dinning table and huge ass closet for all of your clothes, bags and other accessories. You were so happy and life in Madrid started so goodly, other Girlfriends and Wifes were so nice and you got along with them very well. You and Kylian were so happy with your new life and everything went so well until the season fully got started.

The first games with Real madrid back in August 2024 were so much passion and exiting in both of you, Kylian showed the world that he was good enough to be there and deserved it. The time was intense and training got more time out of yours together. You started feeling little bit lonely, he was training all the time, playing at teammates houses, at away games, you got it, you just missed him and your time as a couple.

Time passed your converstation got smaller everytime, day by day, week by week, until your daily talks was just something about the day, good mornings and nights.

Then finally after weeks you had a chance to go with Kylian to watch Real madrid play against Liverpool at Anfield. You were so happy to go support him out off home and so was him, you thought this would bring little bit your relathinship together.

———

”Bèbe, are you ready? I leaved my shirt in the bed, remember to wear it.” Kylian says while walking into the bathroom of your hotelroom and hugging you by the waist, while you were getting ready to the match.

You sigh, ”yeah almost, could you text to Ethan that im little bit late, so he dosen’t have to hurry to pick me up?” Kylian giggles little into you neck, he nods and pick ups your phone on the sink and opens it with his fingerprint you had put into your phone. He choose whatsApp and theres open chat, but not with Ethan, with a woman named Rose.

He dosen’t regonize the name so he asks, ”who’s Rose? And why are you talking about our sex life with her?” He asks you showing the texts. You snap the phone of his hands and go to yours and Ethans texts like you told him to do. ”it’s nothing, no one, i told you to text Ethan not to read my texts” you say little bit pissed off while tapping the texts to his little brother. He huffs, ”Yeah i know im sorry, but the texts were open already, couldn’t you at least tell me who is she?” He says trying to get your attention.

You set your phone back to the sink and continue doing your makeup, while complete ingnoring hes question. Hes still standing next to you, watching you, ”well i have to get going, maybe we need sex to get your attitude back on trail.” Kylian says and walks out off the bathroom, after few minutes he yealls goodbyes to you from the door and the door shuts.

Silence, your biggest enemy. You hate it. It remindes you at home, back at Madrid were you feel the most lonely than ever.

———

You arrived to Anfield with Ethan about half an hour before the game starts, so you had good time to find your seats and use the restroom quigly. After finding your way to the seats you spot Kylian warming up at the field. Hes talking with Jude and Aurèlien, when they’re heads turns into your direction, Kylian gives you little wave and sends you kiss, you send him back and then he starts walking towards the tunnel with the boys.

The refree whislest the game start and your heartbeat starts get up. The first half goes quit good, with 0-0. You get up on your seat and tell Ethan that your going to get some snack and then come back. While your in the lounge area you hit to someone, Saffie Khan Curtis Jones girlfriend.

”Oh god im sorry didn’t look at all, you okay?” She speaks with her accent, while keeping you stady on your feet. ”Yeahh im okay, i didn’t look either so sorry, phone kept my eyes out off the world” you say while sharing little laugh with her. You speak with her for a while and also go get some little snack before the other half starts.

You laugh with your mouth full of some pie you found with Saffie, ”oh god im lost of breath, thats so weird how could someone say something like that strait to someone.” still laughing, Saffie try her best to even getting a word out her mouth, ”yeahh i was thing the, like how could you, clad now it’s just too funny,” she finally gets to say, ”we should go get back to the seats the game starts in two minutes,” she says looking at her watch. You take your purse and give her little hug, then heading back to your seat.

The other half dosen’t go as wanted, Liverpool scores at 52 minutes in, then Camavinga gets injured at the 56 minutes, then the most baddest thing that can happen happens. Kylian misses his penalty, your heartbreaks and you just know how sad and dissapointed he will be after the game. The game ends into 2-0 to Liverpool and the Anfield is happier than ever, but your not you know how this will affect to your sweetest boyfriend, even when he did his best.

You and Ethan gather your things and messages pops into your phone.

Kyks❤️:

”Going with the team see you at hotel.”

You:

”okay, you did good babe im super proud of you❤️”

Kyks❤️:

”thanks”

You can see his face and feel his feelings throught the phone, you put your phone into your purse and look back up meeting Ethan’s eyes, ”Hes fine, you know Kyky he gets back on his feet after few days, just give him time and your love.” He says while giving you a hug, you just humm into his shoulder. You then walk to the car, driving your way to the hotel.

———

You get in to your room before Kylian so decided to hop in the shower and change into your pyjamas after that. When your middle of your shower you hear someone open the door of your room, it can’t be Kylian yet? You think, ”its me!” you hear Kylian yell, like he would have hear you thoughts. ”im in the shower, almost ready!” You yell to him into the bathroom.

After few minutes you hear the bathroom door open, you turn your head only to see you shirtless boyfriend his shirt in his hand standing in front of you. ”Hey baby, i would give you a hug but im super wet, lemme get out so you can have shower” you say to him turning the shower off. While your stepping out Kylian comes over you taking you into his arms hugging you tightly, you immediatly take him into your arms hugging him so tight like he would vanish if you let go.

You stay there for good five minutes just in each others arms, Kylian lose ups a little just to have look at you, but still arms thightly around your waist, he looks at you with tired eyes, but with little smile greeping into his lips. ”Hey…” he says quietly. ”Hey…” you say back, giving him a smile. He takes a good look at you and says ”you look very good like this bébé” while giving little laugh. You realising that your still compelate naked after the shower, you start laughing and he joins into the laugh.

You start to take his pants off slowly, after getting them fully off he tooks his socks and boxers off, he push you into the shower and turns it on. ”Can you wash my back for me chérie, je suis si fatigué…” Kylian says while he turns his back for you to wash, you don’t say anything you just took his body wash and start washing his back, while giving little massage for him. He moans and groans little with your hands on him.

You get out off the shower, brush your theets together and you change into your fav skims pyjamas, while kylian changes into his skims pyjama pants, matching with yours. You get under the covers together the bedside table lamp still on, you lay on your back which gives Kylian opportunity to lay his head on your chest.

”this is nice,” he says after few minutes into your chest, you feeling his warm breath in your chest. ”Yeah, i’ve missed going to bed the same time like this, laying together you know just you and me” you say while giving him a kiss into his head, he hums into you taking his head up looking into your eyes.

He looks you with forgiving eyes, ”je suis vraiment désolé mon amour. j'ai été tellement dans cette équipe, j'ai oublié tout ce qui concerne toi et nous” (im so so sorry, i've been so into this team, i've forgotten everything to do with you and us) you can almost see his eyes watering. You look at him taking a deep breath. ”Yeah…i’ve been feeling the same, kind off alone you know, but i understand it’s a lot and it really is your dream team. I just want you to give me your love, cause that house isin’t my home without your love Kylian.” You took his face into your hands, getting really close to his face letting your foreheads rest into each other, while you rub his cheeks. ”I know bébé and im going to give you that love back, cause i love you and theres nothing in that house without you.” Kylian says while closing take gap of your faces, kissing you slowly.

The kiss started heating after few, you break the kiss breathless resting your forehead back to his with big smile on your face. Kylian starst laughing and then speaks up, ”know whos Rose’s and why did you tell her we haven’t had sex in a month,” laughing still. You groan and start laughing yourself too, ”shes my old therapist, helped me with this whole thing of us and she just happend to ask if we have had sex in a while.” You giggle of the whole idea and Kylian giggle even more, ”well well, tomorrow after we’re back home i will change that…”, he start kissing you again and thats all you want, just Kylian and his love for you like you have for him.

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blowndrip · 24 days ago

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A DAY WITH YOU

fluff 💭

pairing: kylian mbappé x reader

summary: When Kylian has a day off, all he wants is to be with you. From lazy mornings to stolen kisses, this is a day filled with love, and laughter.

A/N: soft kylian one-shot fluff. Enjoy ☺️

The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room. I stir awake, feeling the warmth of Kylian’s arms wrapped securely around me. His breathing is steady, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm that’s become so familiar, so comforting. I tilt my head slightly to look at him, his face relaxed in sleep, his dark lashes brushing against his cheeks. Even like this, he looks effortlessly perfect.

I don’t want to move, not when he’s holding me like this, but as if sensing I’m awake, his arms tighten around me. His voice, still rough with sleep, breaks the silence.

“Morning,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my forehead.

“Morning,” I whisper back, a smile tugging at my lips.

He shifts slightly, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at me. His hair is messy, his eyes still half-closed, but the way he’s looking at me makes my heart skip a beat. There’s something so tender in his gaze, something that makes me feel like I’m the only person in the world that matters to him right now.

“Sleep well?” he asks, his voice low and warm.

“Always, when I’m with you,” I reply, my cheeks heating up at the honesty in my words.

He grins, that boyish, heart-stopping grin that always makes me weak in the knees. “Good,” he says, leaning down to press a soft kiss to my lips. “Because I’m not letting you go anytime soon.”

///

We stay like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, the world outside feeling miles away. Eventually, Kylian sits up, stretching lazily before turning to me with a playful glint in his eyes.

“What do you feel like doing today?” he asks, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my arm.

“Honestly?” I say, smiling up at him. “I just want to stay here with you. No plans, no distractions. Just us.”

His smile softens, and he leans down to kiss me again, this time longer, sweeter. “I like that plan,” he murmurs against my lips.

///

We spend the morning in bed, talking and laughing about nothing and everything. Kylian tells me stories about his teammates, his voice animated as he mimics their expressions and gestures. I can’t help but laugh, the sound filling the room and making his eyes light up with pride.

At one point, he grabs his phone and starts playing some of his favorite music, the soft melodies blending perfectly with the warmth of the room. He pulls me to my feet, his hands resting on my waist as we sway gently to the rhythm.

“You know,” he says, his voice low and teasing, “you’re not a bad dancer.”

I laugh, resting my head against his chest. “And you’re not so bad yourself.”

He hums in response, his fingers tracing circles on my back. “Only for you,” he says, his tone softer now. “I’d do anything for you.”

///

Later, we move to the couch, a blanket draped over us as we watch a movie. Or at least, we try to. Kylian spends more time watching me than the screen, his fingers tracing patterns on my arm.

“You’re not even paying attention,” I say, glancing at him.

“I am,” he insists, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’m just… distracted.”

“By what?”

“You,” he says simply, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

I feel my cheeks flush, but before I can respond, he’s pulling me closer, his lips finding mine in a kiss that’s slow and sweet and full of everything he doesn’t say out loud.

///

That night, as we lie in bed, his arms around me, I feel a sense of peace I don’t think I’ve ever felt before. His breathing is steady, his heartbeat a soothing rhythm against my back.

“y/n?” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah?”

“I love you,” he says, his words soft but sure.

I turn in his arms, meeting his gaze in the dim light. “I love you too,” I reply, my voice just as quiet but just as certain.

He smiles, pulling me closer, and I know that no matter what happens, as long as I have him, I’ll always have this. This warmth, this love, this feeling of being exactly where I’m meant to be.

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judebelle · 1 year ago

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hi girl! i would love to read something about soft sex with kylian maybe after watching a movie, him being so whipped with reader

phrases of praise - k.m. x reader

a/n : i dont expect this to get a lot of attention since there isn't much kylian content out rn lol.. also first kylian post whattt? also gonna use some of my french speaking skills for this fic (i can barely hold a conversation in french)

cw : soft smut, swearing, fluff, unprotected (wrap b4 u tap)

pairing : kylian mbappe x fem!reader

wc : 1.2k

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kylian and you were curled up on his bed, the soft glow of the movie casting a warm ambiance around the two of you. as the film unfolded on the screen, your attention wandered away, replaced by an unspoken desire that pulsed between you.

fingers intertwined, your so-called 'subtle touches' grew more deliberate, tracing gentle patterns on each other's skin. the movie became background noise, both of you lost in the magnetic pull drawing you closer.

your eyes met, and in that moment, the room seemed to close in - leaving only the two of you enveloped in each other's warmth.

as the film became a mere afterthought, kylian's touch became the only thing on your mind.

his hand, initially resting on your waist, ventured along the curve of your back, sending shivers along your spine. the intimacy between you deepened with every lingering caress, creating a delicate balance between passion and restraint.

kylian's touch became a message of desire, his fingers now tracing the delicate lines of your neck and collarbone. you, in turn, responded to the growing intensity, your breath quickening with each tender stroke.

the tension between the two of you flooded the room, leaving you both drowning, needing each other to breathe.

"y/n.." kylian whispered in your ear before his soft lips danced along your shoulder. your eyes shut at that, lip bitten as you laid there and relished in his touch.

his words finally registered, and you let out a low hum in response.

"need you so bad.. please, amor."

you, caught in the enchanting spell of kylian's voice, couldn't resist the temptation any longer. you let out a soft gasp as kylian's hands continued unlocking a new world of sensations within you.

you turned around to face him. your eyes, glimmering with the light of the tv, connecting with his. they were filled to the brim with lust and desire.

your lips finally met in a tender, passionate kiss that spoke the words the two of you could not choke out. you melted into the warmth of the moment.

the outside world faded away as you surrendered to the growing intensity between your legs.

kylian's hands ventured beneath the soft fabric of your shirt. the warmth of his touch sent a shudder through your bones. a soft moan escaped your lips.

the kiss deepened as kylian's fingertips traced intricate patterns along the small of your back. you, overcome by the intoxicating sensations, surrendered under his touch, your breath hitching with every caress.

the room seemed to close around both of you as kylian's hands explored further. every other thought that may have crossed his mind ceased to exist, and the only thing that mattered was your body underneath him.

fueled by a desire that might've been stronger than his, you let your fingers trace a tantalizing path along kylian's neck and shoulders.

you skillfully navigated your way to the warmth of his bare torso. kylian reveled in the intense feel of your touch, and couldn't help but let out a low sigh, proof of the pleasure coursing through him.

the air between your bodies thickened with an unspoken understanding as your hands continued to explore the contours of his abs, his burning skin feeling amazing against yours.

each gentle stroke, each caress, painted an intimate picture of longing.

with a shared glance heavy with desire, kylian began to lift the barrier of fabric that separated you from him. your eyes locked onto his, allowing the anticipation to build. your breath caught in your throat as your top slid off, revealing your soft skin.

as kylian's hands travelled tenderly, the embrace of his touch lingered. as he unclasped your bra, your back arched into his.

the warmth of your bodies pressed against each other only urging him to pleasure you further. kylian's fingers explored the soft curve of your breast, an passionate action.

time seemed to suspend between your eager bodies.

as his hands continued grazing your hot skin, his lips finally met with your breast. a soft gasp escaped your lips, and you arched further into his touch, losing yourself in the intensity of the moment.

kylian's sucks and bites were a mixture of love and lust, each one leaving a mark on the surface of your skin.

your fingers instinctively found their way to his head. you pulled him closer to you before letting out another moan.

"kyky, mon dieu.." (kyky, my god..)

kylian's hands traced a slow path down your body. as his fingers ventured lower, a breathless moan escaped your lips.

he murmured out, his voice a sultry whisper, "tu te sens incroyable contre moi." (you feel incredible against me.)

his hand found it's target, connecting with your clit. overcome with pleasure, you could only respond with a fervent gasp. your hand locking onto kylian's bicep.

the room echoed with the sweet sounds of your intimacy.

your breath became erratic as his fingers worked magic against your nerves. kylian, becoming harder from your body's response, intensified his movements.

your body quivered as your orgasm drew near. you couldn't contain any longer. with a breathless cry, you succumbed to the waves of bliss crashing over you.

kylian, observing your every reaction to the sensations, found himself biting back a satisfied grin.

kylian, locked eyes with you. a silent understanding passed between the two of you. kylian removed his shorts, and with a newfound intensity, positioned himself between your legs. his cock entered your sensitive and throbbing warmth in the form of a slow and gentle stroke.

you clung to his body. your breath caught in your throat, choking any sounds down. kylian, with a whisper against your ear, spoke out phrases of praise.

"so good f'me."

"love how you feel around me, fuck."

"i've never felt anything like this, my god!"

kylian continued his movements as per your loud requests. the room echoed with the soft sounds of sex - the subtle gasps, your synchronized breaths, and his groans of pleasure.

your every response beneath his touch fueled his own desire.

as you both neared the edge, kylian's movements became increasingly fervent. you could feel the growing tension within him in the way he panted against your neck, bit hickies on your soft skin, and how his hands held your hips into place. he pushed you down into the soft mattress. his hips snapped into yours roughly. you began to feel him twitch in you.

his skilled fingers dipped down to massage your clit once again. you arched your back. a guttural moan escaped your lips as the waves of pleasure surged through you.

"kylian!"

kylian only rubbed faster as his hips stuttered. he quickly pushed you over the edge, your body trembling with the force of your second orgasm.

in urgency, kylian chased his own release. with guttural moans, he thrusted deeper and harder. the soft rustling of sheets merged together with the heavy smell of sex in the room.

with a final, breathless moan, he filled you up, leaving you both spent.

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spidybaby · 6 months ago

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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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Estadio Santiago Bernabéu

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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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Bet in Madrid~Jude Bellingham mini series pt.1

Plot: While on holiday in Madrid with your friends, you notice Jude Bellingham, Vinícius Jr, Rodrygo and Mbappé in a bar. Your friends challenge you: you have to ask Jude for a kiss, or you will pay for dinner.

You are on holiday with your friends in Madrid, a vibrant city, full of life, colours and scents that make you feel as if time has stopped. After a day spent exploring the narrow streets and crowded markets, you decide to end the evening in one of the most famous bars in the centre, a trendy place where the music is engaging and the wine flows freely.

Sitting at the table, you laugh with your friends, enjoying the evening, when your eyes land on a group of boys in the corner of the bar. Your heart skips a beat when you realise who they are.

“I don’t believe it…” you whisper, tilting your head slightly to get a better look.

“Who did you see?” asks Sofia, one of your friends.

“Look over there! It’s Jude Bellingham… and with him are Vinícius, Rodrygo and… wait a minute… Mbappé!”

Your group turns in unison towards the group of footballers. There is no doubt, it is them. They’re laughing, talking to each other, with a relaxed air, as if they were any other kids enjoying a night out with friends.

“You have to go to Jude’s!” Marco, one of your more daring friends, exclaims.

“Are you crazy?” you answer immediately, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“No, seriously. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Here’s the challenge: go to him, talk to him, and ask if you can kiss him. If you don’t, you pay for dinner.”

Your friends’ laughter fills the table. You feel the pressure building. You know they won’t leave you alone.

“I can’t do this… It’s absurd!”

“You can. And by the way, would you rather pay for dinner?” Sofia provokes you, with an amused smile.

With a deep breath, you stand up. Your legs feel like jelly as you cross the bar, trying to stay calm. As you approach the footballers’ table, you feel your heart beating faster. Jude Bellingham is even more beautiful in person, with those dark eyes and that smile that could melt anyone.

You take courage and clear your throat.

Jude looked up from his phone and smiled when he noticed you "Hey... need something darling?

you smile sweetly and look at him"hi, my friends made a bet with me, I hope you can help me" you look at him with your sweet eyes.

He chuckled and smirked "And your friends are?"you smile and point to the table.

Jude smiled and looked over at them.

Vinicius, Kylian and Rodrygo still listen as Jude nods in agreement still smirking “I mean it wouldn’t hurt to help a girl out”.

You smile and nod.

“Come closer so I can get a closer look at you then” says Jude.

Jude looks you up and down.He grins as he places a hand on your hip to bring you closer to him.

His friends watch interested in what Jude may do. Jude places a hand on your chin to tilt your face down to his. He looks you in the eyes as he looks at your body.

you smile while you look at him. Jude looks at you amusedly “You don’t mind my hand on you do you?”

"I should?" You say in a seductive whisper. Jude chuckles

“No I don’t I’m just making sure you’re comfortable” you look at him softly.

“what a gentleman” you say sarcastically. The footballers laugh at your comment as Jude grins

“That’s me darling, the perfect gentleman” you smile at his comment and stroke his hair.

Jude looks up at you slightly amused at your gesture.“Never took you for being the touchy type”

you look at him amused. "why not?". His friends watch as Jude replies

“You look shy and innocent, and look at you go, touching me and everything”.You smile in amusement and straddle his legs.

"Do you still think so?" you whisper seductively. Jude looks surprised by the action but he grins as you do this. “You’re not a shy little thing are you?”

Vinicius snickered at such question. You smile and kiss the corner of his Jude’s lips. "What do you think?"

Jude looks down at you as you kiss his lips-He thinks for a moment before a smirk spreads across his face

“I think I’ve underestimated you”. You smiled at his words and turned to see that your friends were watching the affair. Jude also notices your friends staring but he doesn’t seem to mind he just has his eyes on you.

“i think i have to kiss you for the bet” you say looking at him as you run a hand through his curls.

Jude lets you brush his hair as he smirks.“And you better make it a good one doll”.

You smile and kiss him passionately. The footballer watch as you kiss Jude and Jude kisses you back.Hishand holds onto your hip as he kisses you.

Jude lets your lips go after a few moments before he smirked.“You definitely know how to kiss a man darling”.

You smile at his comment and giggle hearing your friends clapping. Jude chuckles at your giggling as he looks at your friends.“Tell your friends they don’t have the best at picking out bets”.

You giggle at his comment and then look at him softly. "well thanks for accepting."

Jude grins as he looks at you still holding your hip. “Don’t thank me doll. I was more than happy to help you out with that bet”

You smile sweetly and begin to get up from him, fixing your dress. Jude helps you fix your dress and he smirks at the way the dress hugs your body.

You giggle in amusement. "well thanks again, see you around then".Jude watches as you giggle and looks at your figure again“I suppose I will see you around”.

You smile sweetly and wave at him and then go to your friends. Jude smiles at your sweet demeanor and goes back to his conversation with the footballers. Your friends look at you in admiration. Your friends look at you. “Girl how did you do that?”

You smile amused and sit down. "It's a secret girls". Your friends continue to look at you with admiration as you sit down. “That was so smooth and you got him to kiss you”. One of the girls giggle at the thought of it.

You smile and take a sip of your drink. A friend of yours looks at you excited by the scene she saw. “He was so into you. Did you see the way he looked at you?”

You giggle in amusement at his comment. "No, Hannah, he wasn't in love".

“He was looking at you like you were a snack” she repleid. All of your friends snicker at the comment.You shake your head in amusement before taking a sip of your drink and looking at Jude's table.